Guardian
Nothing destroys a good rape fantasy like a Guardian.
Guardian - July 02, 2014 Written by Afril, Edited by Chaos Blackwing (cl) The Gay Furry Association
M/M, Anal/Semi-NC/Bondage/Stroking/Gang-Bang/Short/Fingering Mouse/Bear/Wolf/Multiple
Nothing destroys a good rape fantasy like a Guardian.
The mouse stood on the corner, shivering - Not from the cold, even though he barely had on enough to be called 'decent', but because he wanted a fix.
"Hey there, sexy... You looking for a good time?"
Poyh grinned as a wolf grabbed his rump, squeezing it. "Maybe... You know anyplace we can party?" He pushed his butt against the male's hand, getting a smile and a bulge in the lupine's pants.
"Oh, I think I can find someplace."
The mouse smiled. "Good... I hope there is more than one 'friend' there - In case I wear you out."
It was the wolf's turn to shiver as a hand fondled his package, the cute rodent's pink tongue flicking over a thin upper lip. Oh, he could probably find a 'friend' or three to help him with the hot mouse. They quickly disappeared into a building that had seen much better days...
* * * *
Poyh squirmed as the male finished inside him. Several others had already deposited their loads in his abused ass and this one just added to the morass of hot scum inside his guts. He would have moaned louder, but the muzzle prevented it. He would have pushed back, but he was tied-up, and lying on his belly.
The male panted in his naked ear, "Damn... You liked that, didn't ya?"
The mouse nodded his head as best he could, squeaking when a hand slapped his butt, the knot keeping the still hard cock locked deep inside him. He bucked when a hand slid around to grab his balls, making him sweat and moan and try his best to wriggle against the canine. Fingers toyed with his throbbing meat and he gasped. So close. So close... A harsh sound came to his round ears - No. Nonononono! Couldn't they have waited just a little longer? Of course not. He yelped as the male was literally yanked out of him - OW!
"Hey, man what the Fu... *Urk*" The mouse didn't even have to look behind him to know what was happening (Not that he could at the moment) - Right now the 'Den of Iniquity' was being over-run by males in black armor, and whoever had been inside him was likely now pinned against a wall by an arm as big as most people's thighs. And that wasn't even the biggest male on the squad. That distinction belonged to 'Big Ben'. Who was probably staring as his spooged-up ass right now. A knife more than sharp enough to shave with cut his bonds and the muzzle, leaving them on the mattress. A hand helped him up, another slid a robe over his body.
"Sorry..." Poyh managed to say to the wolf who had pissed himself, eyes wide, staring at the armor-clad being, then at the mouse. "Don't worry, they won't hurt you. They are just after me." He was escorted out the door, and down the rickety stairs, looking back at the halfway condemned building with a wistful sigh. Here was another area he would no longer be welcome in... Semen dribbled down his leg as he waited for the armored vehicle, feeling like some dictator of a small country. The team never reprimanded their charge. They didn't look down on him for being queer. Hells, he could probably piss on the sidewalk, and all Ben would do is offer him a clean washcloth to wipe his sheath off with afterwards.
"You did not log in, Mister Bufoeor." He would have, but the idiots took his watch. Once a day, he had to push a button on his watch. If he didn't, they appeared out of nowhere to 'rescue' him - Whether he wanted rescuing or not! His robber-baron father had left him two things - So much money he couldn't spend it all in several lifetimes, and Ben. If anyone asked, he said he was a bear. The mouse believed he escaped from some laboratory, or was a demon that father had made a pact with. He had seen the male naked before... Scars ran all over the huge body. One round ear had a hole in it - Bullet, knife or tooth was anybody's guess. And what hung between his legs was more battering ram than penis. There was a sheath - More as furry cock-ring than cock holder. The door opened and a warmed towel sat on the seat, both to soothe his aching rear, and so he wouldn't make a mess on the leather seats. He looked back one last time and climbed in, the door closing out the world and locking him back inside his gilded cage.
* * * *
Back at his mansion, Poyhton Bufoeor III lay in a bath and felt all the joyousness leech from him as the hot seed slowly slipped out of his well-used butt. He hated this part - It would be a long time before he could manage to slip the collar of wealth and go slumming again. Why didn't he just 'buy' sex... Because then it wasn't Real! He could snap his fingers and have a dozen fawning bastards who would be happy to suck on his toes - Yuk!
Poyh wanted to be taken. Used as a fuck-toy. No names, no kissing or fore-play. He wanted his ass pounded until he couldn't walk. To have the male cum as deep as a cock could be shoved in his ass - Preferably several times. Pinch his tits, slap his balls - Long as they pumped a load of spooge into him... Preferably, a couple of loads. He stood up as the last of his pleasurable experience dribbled down his leg. Pulling the plug, everything went down the drain and he turned the shower on, washing the scent of lust and despair from his slim form, shuddering as he ran his fingers over bite-marks, remembering those who had been more 'frisky' than the others in their usage of the mouse-boy. He really wished they hadn't muzzled him - Getting pounded from both ends always made him orgasm. He rubbed his rear, slapping the firm gray mound... That wolf had really rode him hard, slamming that big knot against his hole several times before finally forcing it in and tying with him. The memory made his dick slide free of it's holder and firm up in his palm. He shivered, remembering the fangs pressing into his neck, his whimpers of need muffled by the muzzle as the male humped him and humped him and humped him - Bastard must have been high, because it seemed like it took forever for the canine cock to blast a wad of wet lust in him.
Poyh shivered again, knowing eyes were watching his every movement... But there was no lust in the gaze this time, rather it was as clinical as a doctor's. It still made him gasp however, and wriggle his butt, and stroke his maleness a little faster, a little harder, squeezing his balls, twisting them as he flicked his tongue over his upper lip, the pain and pleasure making him arch and squeal and blow what was left in his nuts out in a long shuddering orgasm all over the tub. He would have fallen, but a hand held his ruff, waiting until he could stand on his own. The mouse shivered...
"Please..." he whispered, eyes closed, hoping to feel... His head snapped back as a finger bigger and longer than most cocks slammed into his puckered hole. It reamed his abused ass out, the manicured claw raking over his prostate, the firm palm slapping his cheeks as the digit pistoned itself in and out. He fluffed out like he had been plugged into a light-socket, his strangled scream of need barely making it past his clenched teeth. Waves of orgasm pulled him under and even as he clawed at the darkness, the world faded.
The bear pulled his finger out of the limp mouse, making sure his charge was cleaned inside and out before placing him on a table, where a masseuse dried the out-cold lad. Then he was poured into a bed and the mountain of fur left to 'reprimand' the one who had let the master escape in the first place. The lad was getting tricky... Ben walked over to a map and crossed-out another section of the city - They would have to move soon. There were very few 'bad' areas left. The one time someone had pulled a knife on his charge, they got to watch the bruin bite the piece of crap blade off, chew up the pieces and spit them out into a trash-can.
"Don't." was all the monster said to the white-as-a-sheet canine, who still somehow managed to fuck the mouse's hot ass when he was told to... Thankfully, STD's were species-specific, so there was no worry about anything too nasty being transferred.
The bear washed his hands, checking on the male before undressing and dropping into his own bed. He had been a servant to the lad's grandsire, and his sire... If Master Bufoeor wanted to be gang-raped, then Ben would make sure he was given a chance to have his ass fucked by as many unsavory males as he wished... As long as it was within reason - No stallions or bulls or bears. The mouse could barely take one of his fingers. And definitely nothing that would leave marks - Ball-rings and dildos were ok, bite marks would heal... But no whips or brands or anything like that.
Ben yawned, and stroked his own length, more fencepost than penis. He set his alarm, wondering which of the guards his charge would bribe next - The lad would have to be even more 'persuasive' to be allowed out next time. And he would make sure a video camera was working - Master Bufoeor liked males. The bear liked to watch.
The End