New World Oral- Chapter 1

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I'm thinking of starting a new series- both continue mastering my craft and in an effort to promote my abilities.


New World Oral

Chapter 1

Rise of the Cock-erel

Hogeil woke up, his beck and back cramped from the awkward sleeping position he slept in. Once more, he was forced to rest amidst thieves and hooligans, his powerful nose tortured by the smell of soot and dirt. He looked around him; the alleyway's spooky shadows were giving way to the Sun's powerful beams, illuminating and warming the corners of the backstreet.

He made his way to the local supermarket, wary of any police or authorities on the road. He dreaded to think how long he'd stay in jail for this time around. All around him, people stared but all he could do what follow the pavement, too weak to intimidate or fight anyone. The city was buzzing today, a mixture of football fans rushing to the stadiums and families out to enjoy their day. This made Hogeil tear up inside, the image of his sister forever imprinted in his mind. He put her out of his thoughts for now. It was too painful to reminisce over their bonding, but far more to remember how he lost her.

The supermarket radiated with glamour. It was new, sporting fluorescent white colors that emanated from the building and see-through windows that showed the opulence inside. Carrots and apples, oranges and onions. His mouth watered with jealousy and frustration.

"A coin for the poor?" he gulped, turning his back on the building to face the street.

However, no one answered. Most days, no one did answer. This was something Hogeil didn't understand; he slept in an alley and barely showered, his pink nose always sporting a stain or two. Tattered clothes barely kept him warm on a cool summer night and he dreaded to think what he'd have to do to survive in the winter. Couldn't one person help him out?

The minutes turned into hours, which themselves felt like eons. The sun began to beam on Hogeil harshly, forcing him to retreat into the shade by the corner. A cool breeze immediately swept over him, relaxing his body, his feminine frame sulking against the wall. He heard a few voices around the corner, which piqued his interest. His large, light-brown ears twitched with curiosity, the soft pink in the inside carefully hidden away inside the tall structures. His great cobalt eyes peaked over the wall to see a few Human men smoking and exchanging jokes.

Would it be such a terrible idea to ask them for some money? If they could afford cigarettes, surely one coin between them would be fine. He pondered the decision, but his rumbling stomach pushed him towards the group without his consent.

"H-Hi," he whispered, overwhelmed when he noticed the group was slightly bigger than he had expected. The silence felt like a saw buzzing through his body, their tall bodies several times his own size.

"You know talking to Humans is illegal, right?" one of them asked, throwing his cigarette away, "You could get in a lot of trouble for doing- whatever it is you're doing."

"Yeah, rabbit," one of them sniggered.

"I'm not a rabbit," Hogeil protested, realizing how they most likely perceived him as a filthy stray animal.

"Then what are you?" the same man laughed.

"I'm a rabbit and a cat," he whimpered, his large blue eyes stretched to their limits to see their faces under their hoods.

"A cabbit!" they laughed.

The first one that spoke to him, in the far back refused to laugh. Hogeil could see that from his exposed chiseled jaw. He felt studied, as if in a lab. He hated it, and hated himself for convincing himself that this would ever work. He turned around and marched to leave, tears forming in his eyes.

"Wait," a strong, commanding voice, "What did you want, rabbit?"

"A coin," he gulped, "Please."

"What are you going to buy with that?"

"A carrot", he whimpered, walking closely to the voice in the back. To the man with the chiseled jaw.

He approached Hogeil and crept down to his level, exposing his stale breath, strong nose and stubble. His eyes were still covered by the black hood, but Hogeil thought he saw a powerful blue color where his eyes should be.

"I've never seen one as cute as you before; slender frame, small shoulders and a tight bum. Your blue eyes especially," he paused, before standing up and taking a breath, "Tell me, how'd you like to make ten coins, right now? That should buy you ten carrots? Right?"

"Yeah, ten carrots," Hogeil licked his lips.

"Have you ever been with a man?"

It just dawned on Hogeil what the man meant. And he was very unimpressed- so much so, that he sighed and immediately stomped to leave, this time furious. But his body was crushed under the weight of the man with the blue eyes, who held him firmly in place; he dragged Hogeil back towards him, his face near the man's stomach.

"See, whether you want to or not, you have to do as I say- otherwise the other animals in prison might absolutely enjoy that cream-brown fur that's shining."

"I don't like men," he insisted.

"Yet."

He pulled his trousers and his shorts down, revealing an unimpressive flaccid cock. He placed his hand on it and began, softly, stroking it. Hogeil felt disgusted- this felt perverse and, somehow, animalistic. With his free hand he pushed Hogeil down to his knees and, although he persisted adamantly to remain standing, he was far too weak to fight back.

"You want to open up as wide as possible, making sure your teeth stay as high up as possible," he commanded, his cock now bigger, staring at Hogeil straight in the face.

He could not do this. He would not. he stared at the long, hard cock in front him; it twitched with anticipation and seemed so sly and cunning, that it frightened him. Could he? No.

But he had to.