beforethefall
BtF - Fireworks
Content Warning: Slurs++, insane dirty-talk, taunting, bullying, dubious-consent/consenting-nonconsent, tickle torture, sexual torture, sexual exhaustion, overstimulation, biting, blood(minor), sportfucking, physical exhaustion, musk(minor), gagging, retching, suffocation, bondage, degradation, sensory deprivation, painful penetration, rough handling, tears/crying, pregnancy risk/non-consensual creampie, face-sitting, almost-incest (you'll see), basically all the good shit lmao
Before the Fall
“Fireworks”
by beforethefall [Inkbunny]#
They had never anticipated it, but every single invitation was RSVP'ed to. Every. Last. One. Of course, it was all done on the HOA's tab; there was no out-of-pocket expenditure for the Crocuttos, and Aaron's uncle even helped them figure out a way to get everyone involved paid for their time spent planning and putting the event together, as well, completely compliant with the bylaws and accounting rules. Dom didn't really mind the crowd; it was only one night out of the year, and his dad had been craving a big celebration anyway, since they had finally closed the sale of the last available lot in their newly-constructed subdivision, way up in the hills on the north side of Aardvark Heights. Dom's and Aaron's dads had spent the last seven years working together to design and build that subdivision, and so, to celebrate its completion, the Crocutto family sent an invitation out to the entire subdivision, 46 homes in total, to join them at their “New Millennium” 4th of July cookout in the form of a giant block party.
The expansive back-yard of the Crocutto family's two-year-old, five bedroom, seven bath residence at the top of the hill was ground zero for the party. Pavilion tents had popped up. Professionals hired where needed; bartenders for the adult beverages, lifeguard to supervise their big in-ground pool, even a freaking clown to mill around the bouncy house and do face painting and balloon animals. His dad had even hired out a pyrotechnics company for a whole professional fireworks show later that night at a cost that, to Dom, seemed utterly absurd when he saw the invoice. A live production company was booked, a stage was erected with a big sound system, a DJ and a couple local bands were booked. Dom was excited about that part, at least; he'd gotten the opportunity to take charge on the entertainment bookings, and actually scored a quickly-rising local act, Escape Key, that had recently begun showing up in the house party scene over the last year or so, started by a few kids from the trailer park across town. Of course, the direct involvement of the Crocutto family's youngest son and the Lapin family's eldest twins also meant that a significant portion of the more alternative youth of Aardvark Heights was sure to show up for the music and fireworks later that night as well.
Barely after noon, Dom sought refuge in the back of his home's garage from the huge crowd that had swarmed his home. People milled through on occasion due to the garage's door being wide open to let the early-afternoon breeze through, but the space was really just back-up shelter for the more sensitive equipment in the case of one of the unpredictable Midwest storms that had a habit of ruining big outdoor events - the sorts of big outdoor events like 4th of July cookouts that had gotten far too big for their venues. But in that moment, the ball was just beginning to roll; families were starting to filter in from the neighborhood, and strollers and bikes and cars began to line the cul-de-sac at the top of the hill as Dom felt the energy already beginning to rise.
With that energy came came a certain sort of unease. After yet another huge, blow-up fight with her, he was in an off-period with his on-and-off girlfriend Becca, and both she and Dom's best friend Donnie were off at some other cook-out they both swore they couldn't get out of until later that night. It was whatever; Becca and Donnie often turned into a casual sort of item during those off-periods, and this was no different. Dom couldn't blame Donnie for wanting to get his dick wet, and aside from the occasional times where Donnie and Becca would ditch him to fool around instead, it didn't affect their friendship much. As far as Becca was concerned? Well, her habits of fucking around with Donnie during their relationship's breaks would be the seed of a whole new fight that, in the space of a few weeks, would ultimately lead to rowdy and often bloody, angry hyena make-up sex that invariably managed to rekindle their spark. It was a carefully-balanced clockwork that somehow effortlessly negotiated the constantly-shifting tides of the hyena-trio's precarious situationship.
Dom knew he wouldn't be completely alone that day, at the very least; his boyfriend Aaron was probably going to show up any minute, so he'd at least have some decent company with his most stable romantic partner, and Aaron's twin sister Erin. She was a target that Dom frequently lusted after, but had yet to convince to even hook up, much less join his uniquely fiery and dynamic web of relationships. Still, Dom was uneasy, since - due to the demands of planning such a big event and the hustle-and-bustle around the house with preparations - it had been weeks since he'd last had a chance for a couple hours of privacy with Aaron.
There was a certain sort of tense, predatory energy that constantly smoldered under the surface of Dom's mind, which, even in the best of times, was only barely-tempered by both Becca and Aaron's shared efforts to keep the hyena's balls drained and his excess, often-aggressive, energy vented. In Becca's absence, Aaron was left to the task alone, and despite being able to keep up with Dom's needs from a purely sexual-stamina standpoint by way of his lapine heritage, the rabbit suffered purely durability-related shortfalls that caused the rabbit to lag behind in satisfying Dom's more aggressive passions alone in an ongoing, chronic fashion. With each passing week, the wear and abuse - wholly consensual, supposedly - that Dom inflicted on Aaron resulted in longer and longer delays for recovery before subsequent trysts. As it built, week upon week, the pent-up, anxious, horny, hormonal, predatory energy had already begun to boil over, and do that thing that it often did when it'd been allowed to fester for too long without proper satisfaction.
Dom's craving for the taste of rabbit blood was coming back.
It wasn't Aaron's fault, he just tended to get the worst end of it; not that he minded the attention, exactly. Dom couldn't help himself. He was slave to a timeless instinct that had been awakened by the rabbit, so many years ago. At least now they'd learned ways to temper it, and Dom was thankful that Aaron was so willing to help him sate that urge. But still, Aaron was lagging behind the hyena's needs, and dramatically so, when compared to the twice-a-day treatment Dom was accustomed to when hooking up with both Becca and Aaron regularly.
Dom was dressed for the party as much as any seventeen-year-old kid from Aardvark Heights would be; his favorite, faded-black baggy jeans, studded belt, wallet chain, and a gray, ribbed long-sleeve shirt with stretched cuffs, with a reasonably new TOOL t-shirt over it. His usual accessories, a heavy chrome choker chain from the pet supplies aisle and a pair of thick, heavy-duty bondage cuffs with D-rings on his wrists. They looked just like any other scene kid's accessories, but Dom knew they weren't some cheap Hot Topic garbage; he'd gone down that path before, to disastrous results. No, this pair came from a real leather shop in the big city, Dom had hitched a ride with some friends to get them with his very first paycheck from his first job as an apprentice mechanic, fresh out of high school. The hyena was slouched in the old recliner in the corner of the garage with his Game Boy Color between his hands, trying to advance his game of Turok: Rage Wars past a stubborn level he'd been stuck on for the last week with a growing level of misdirected frustration. Yet-another death finally caused the hyena to boil over with a sudden flash of rage.
“Fuck!” the hyena blurted, hurling the Game Boy across the garage, where it impacted corner-on with the wall and embedded itself in the freshly-hung drywall. The clattering of batteries and battery door across the garage hung in the echoes of the hyena's outburst before Dom realized what he'd done, and another fit of frustrated fury boiled up from him for an encore, “Fuck! H-hah! God-damn it,” the hyena groaned, getting up and going to collect the component pieces of his Game Boy, having to work a little to ease the surprisingly-still-in-one-piece Game Boy from its rectangular-shaped drywall-hole with a deep, exasperated sigh. Perfectly on-cue, Aaron peeked around the corner of the garage door and stepped in, as Dom was peering into the chalky hole in the drywall. The bluish-gray lop-eared rabbit had his backpack slung over a shoulder, dressed in his favorite, faded and threadbare-cuffed Tripp cargos and one of Dom's old band t-shirts, dramatically oversized on him, black with heavily worn screenprinting for White Zombie's Astro-Creep. The shirt was heavily worn, riddled with holes in the seams that showed the rabbit's gray fur in places. Aaron had a little littering of his own coordinating accessories, but most prominent among them was the black leather, studded collar around his neck.
“Dom? Oh, hey, there you are. I was looking for you…uhh, everything alright?” the fifteen year old rabbit asked. It was a rhetorical question; Aaron could easily smell the rage on Dom after they'd spent so many years together, not to mention all the little behavioral tells. The annoyed twitch in his ear that made his plugs jiggle, his dilated pupils, the brief puffs of exhaled breath from his nose as he stifled his ‘heh-heh!’ nervous tic that started up when he was in a strong emotional state.
“I'm fine,” the hyena grumbled, breathing a deep breath to try to slow the fire in him, putting the batteries back into his handheld and switching it on, sighing with relief as it powered back up and made it to the game's start screen. “Was wondering when you were gonna' show up."
“Yeah, sorry I'm late. Uh…hey, they don't need you around here for anything ‘til later, right? You…you wanna get outta’ here for a little bit?” Aaron wondered. Dom saw the nervous, awkward fidget and - despite the years of experience and everything that had happened - Aaron's vaguely shy demeanor that flooded his brain with dopamine. Aaron wanted to fuck.
“Too bad even if they did,” Dom growled, giving a quick glance over his shoulder, then out of the garage, before he dragged Aaron in and backed him into the corner beside the door, kissing the rabbit hungrily. As Aaron pressed a palm to his chest and pushed up into the kiss, Dom had to restrain himself from going further than raking his canines roughly against Aaron's lower lip. He broke the kiss with a sultry little growl, standing straighter as he heard some local moms approaching up the driveway. “Where?”
“Well,” Aaron shifted a little uncertainly. Between the two of them, the rabbit was the ‘good kid’ of the pair, and misbehavior came as more of a challenge to him, “…Our dads don't need the demo house anymore, right? My dad was talking about getting ready to sell it,” Aaron said as Dom's expression slowly manifested a dangerous grin. The rabbit's hazel eyes had a glint of hope in them as he continued, “I …uh. I have an idea that I wanna try. You game?”
“Whatever you want, dude, I fucking need to bang,” Dom growled huskily under his breath as a pair of neighborhood wine moms parked strollers in a growing row of them in the front yard nearby.
“Anything?” Aaron asked for confirmation, fixing his gaze on the hyena's with a broadening, buck-toothed grin of his own. Dom was already backing up to grab his bike off the rack in the garage.
“Yeah, dude. Whatever you want, but,” Dom lowered his voice as he wheeled his bike out and started to climb atop it beside Aaron's, and the rabbit saddled up beside him on his own bike, “Rrrrh…we aren't stopping until I'm done,” the hyena said with a wicked grin. Aaron gave a little laugh as he stood on the pedal of his bike and urged it into motion down the driveway with the hyena.
“Deal. I think you're gonna like it.”
The demo house was about a five minute bike ride away, just inside the gated entrance to the subdivision. The front door had a mechanical key-code lock on it, and Dom had long-ago memorized the pin, 8421; same as his dad set on the security system inside. They barely had the door closed behind them before Dom was grabbing at Aaron and tugging his shirt up, and the rabbit giggled his sweet, boyish giggle as he let Dom drag the baggy t-shirt off his head, abruptly rendering the rabbit's silhouette more bottom-heavy as the slender rabbit boy stood shirtless in his oversized pants, with his bare toes sticking out from under the cuffs. Aaron pulled Dom down to kiss him again and grinned.
“So, uh…my idea,” Aaron said, urging Dom ahead of him as the hyena growled playfully. Dom headed down the hall with Aaron's direction, casually stripping his shirts off as Aaron guided him toward the master bedroom. Dom's heart was already racing, a stubborn erection prying out behind the fly of his jeans as he loosened his belt, and the hyena sighed with relief as it was allowed to sag out in his boxers as he drew his zipper down.
“Yeah, dude?” Dom wondered, even as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, and then greedily turned to start pulling the rabbit's belt undone. Aaron wasted little time in burying his face in Dom's chestfur, breathing deeply of the hyena's pent-up, hormone-soaked scent.
“Mmnh. I wanna tie you up, and…well, the rest is a surprise. Nothing up your butt,” Aaron promised, and Dom barked out a loud laugh in his natural, gruff voice.
“Hah! Thanks for the reassurance,” Dom growled, “But alright, dude. Rrrr. You wanna bounce on it like a fucking boy-bimbo slut for me? Use my dick to get yourself off like the little squeaky rabbit-faggot you are? Gonna shoot cum all over your boyfriend's belly and lick it up like the little fucking spunk junky you are, then suck a fat load of rubber-cement hyena cum straight out of my balls because you're so hungry for preddy cock you'll go ass to mouth without even hesitating, you fucking degenerate reprobate?” the hyena grinned, lowering the register of his voice so he could dig deeper into his maturing true voice, rough and growly as he unleashed a string of foulmouthed, lurid obscenity at the rabbit. He knew Aaron loved it, as the two frequently ended up in playful contests for the most deranged, inventive, slur-ridden dirty-talk to keep things fresh in bed - and Dom always won. Aaron had started laughing after the utterance of ‘squeaky rabbit-faggot’, and only laughed harder as Dom continued his tirade.
“Dommmm, cut it out, man, I'm serious,” Aaron laughed, shoving the hyena back, though it relied on Dom's compliance to actually manage to shove him down onto the bed. Aaron tossed his backpack up onto the bed and climbed over the hyena as Dom got himself comfortable. The rabbit sat on Dom's chest with his jeans sagging off his ass, and the hyena squirmed with a horny little growl as he buried his nose in Aaron's tummy-fur and breathed in the rabbit's smell, already panting. Dom watched as Aaron dug a few supposedly-heavy-duty carabiners from the local hardware store's impulse aisle from his backpack, then thumbed into the D-rings of Dom's cuffs to effortlessly - thanks only to Dom's compliance - wrestle the hyena's wrist to the bedpost, using the carabiner around the cheap brass bed frame rail to secure the hyena's wrists, stretched out to the edges of the queen bed.
“Rrrr, you think those are gonna save you, dude?” Dom teased, panting harder as Aaron turned and flashed the white underside of his leaf-shaped tail at the hyena as his attention turned to secure the cuffs Dom wore around his ankles, though very few people knew about those. Soon, Dom was stretched spread-eagle on the bed, squirming and testing the bonds already.
“Nah, not really. But it buys me time,” Aaron giggled quietly as his hand slid up the inside of Dom's thigh and the rabbit cradled the hyena's balls up between his hands. They were full, loosely slung due to the hot weather outside and the stale air in the demo house. “Dude, how long has it been since you've cum?” Aaron giggled, leaning down to kiss the hyena's black-fleshed cocktip clean of the pearly-colored precum he was leaking, tasting the strong flavor of Dom's seed already before polishing the hyena's flesh to a high gloss with a mixture of the hyena's precum and his own saliva.
“Rrrgh, a few days,” Dom squirmed, “it's boring jerking off alone, dude. I'd rather cum in your ass, c'mon,” the hyena insisted, squirming in his bonds. Aaron giggled and looked to Dom over his shoulder.
“What, you thought I was just gonna' hop on you?” the rabbit grinned. He pulled his backpack over and dug back inside it, then produced a long strip of black fabric; Aaron's Tae-Kwon-Do blackbelt. The rabbit moved and wrapped it around the hyena's head twice, before tying it tightly behind Dom's head, thrusting the hyena into darkness as Dom growled and squirmed even more.
“Awh, you kinky rabbit, grrrh,” Dom laughed, arching his hips to dab his dick at the small of Aaron's back, as Aaron fidgeted atop the hyena's stomach. “I'm gonna fucking get you so hard, grrrh, fuuck,” Dom teased, flexing his toes as Aaron toyed a slow stroke up his length and back down, before digging into his backpack again. Dom heard the familiar sound of a portable CD player clicking open, a CD being inserted, and it clicking back shut, before headphones were placed over the hyena's ears, and a buck-toothed kiss was pressed to his lips with the opening notes of the Deftones' Around the Fur blaring at near max-volume through the rabbit's headphones.
Dom couldn't help himself, this time. He caught the rabbit's lip in his teeth and bit, hard, until he could taste Aaron's blood and felt the panicked jump and pull away of the rabbit. Dom only released the rabbit's lip after he could suck out enough potently herbivore-flavored, metallic blood to fill his mouth with the taste of Aaron, that managed to ease some of the worst of his blood-thirsty instincts swimming in the corrupted hyena's head. Blinded, he never saw it coming, but Dom expected it anyway. Immediately after Aaron righted himself with the muffled shout heard even over the music, a solid punch landed right to the side of the mouth, delivered without hesitation and followed up on immediately with a second and third from the rabbit. Aaron wasn't using his full power, but he'd socked the hyena hard enough that it snapped his head to the side and distracted Dom from struggling in the bonds. The blows were delivered with such sure-handed precision that it cut the inside of the hyena's cheek against his teeth and gave the hyena a taste of his own medicine; surely Aaron's goal for the rough treatment. Of course, both knew this to be just another stage of their usual foreplay, in these sorts of times. First blood must be drawn.
Abruptly, a tennis ball was stuffed in Dom's jaws and, with Aaron's knees on his shoulders to pin him in place, the slack from the rabbit's blackbelt was coiled in a tight bind around Dom's muzzle, pinning it shut around the fuzzy ball before being secured and cinched tight enough that Dom's breath hissed with the effort required. Dom growled even louder, half-cackling through his nose with mad, fiery arousal as the music blared in his ears, and flexed his muscles as Aaron's palm smashed to his nose and forced his head back, the rabbit taking a moment to drink in a sample of the dominance he frequently allowed Dom to savor by making the hyena vulnerable, throat exposed to him.
As he squirmed and flexed in his bonds, Dom could feel Aaron's fingers trailing over the ridge between his abs, gliding down into the patch of pubic fur under his belly-button and pushing back the hyena's sheath a little further. Aaron was trembling. He smelled scared, too, and that only made Dom's dick harder as he flexed and throbbed, and felt the oozing drool of excited slickness, some mixture of precum and semen landing in his pubic fur which, a moment later, was being licked clean by Aaron. He could feel the rabbit's breath against his cockbase, trailing its way up to his tip, before a bucktoothed muzzle went down on him, and the hyena arched his hips with a deep, groaning moo at the sensation of hot, wet rabbit-mouth around his aching-hard cock as Aaron got to work. A slow slide down, a suckling pull up, and the nursing at his tip that was draining him of precum, before Aaron repeated the process. Dom loved how the rabbit held his balls; it was borderline worshipful, how the rabbit's fingers delicately curled beneath their weight and weighed them, while bobbing his head in steady, smooth strokes on Dom's cock.
Dom growled and squirmed as Aaron effortlessly worked him up, until he was teetering on the brink; each stroke of Aaron's tongue around the rim of his glans making Dom tense and hiss a breath around the tennis ball, his cock flexing under the attention. He sunk his teeth in against the tennis ball's stubborn springiness again, and uttered a deep, warning growl as Aaron drew him up to the edge, only to abruptly stop all attention and leave the hyena twitching tensely, drizzling another stream of cummy precum into his pubic fur. Dom writhed and arched, blindly jabbing his dick at the air and trying to find purchase with anything he could, but found only air as Aaron moved away. Once Dom slowly eased back to a relaxed position on the bed again despite a tense, whining growl, Aaron lifted one of the ear-cups of the headphones and whispered into Dom's ear.
“When I finally let you cum, I'm not gonna stop milking you until your stupid, fat, reeking carnivore dick falls off, or your faggot ass is shooting blanks like a fucking toddler,” the rabbit hissed, wavering slightly with suppressed laughter, “I'm gonna' make you cum so hard that you're gonna blast yourself inside-out through your dick and your soul gets shot straight into the walls, and you'll be stuck haunting this house until that freaky lady from Poltergeist has to come fucking exorcise you from it, you dim-witted, fuck-brained carni' cretin.” Music to Dom's ears, really; he loved how good Aaron was getting at shit-talking in bed, and it just fueled the fire in Dom's belly that rose in a frustrated growl from his nose as the hyena dug his teeth into the tennis ball again.
Aaron grinned and simply let the headphones snap back shut over the hyena's ears as Dom's low growl slowly rose to a pathetic, needy whine. The rabbit tongued his bitten lip as he considered his next move carefully, before he dug into his backpack and pulled out a few more toys he'd brought with. A bottle of lube was going to be necessary; as was the box of condoms. The industrial-strength vibrator borrowed from his sister was a rare luxury, but Aaron anticipated it to be an absolute requirement for the day's mission, and Aaron easily found the outlets behind the cheap fiberboard nightstand to plug it in.
He climbed back onto the bed and dropped his supplies at Dom's side. First, a condom was ripped open and rolled down the thick, black hyena-cock, making Dom whine in protest at the sensation. Aaron knew Dom hated rubbers; he always complained that he couldn't feel anything through them. Of course, today, that was the point. The squirming hyena was rewarded for his efforts with the tucking of the ring of the rolled-down rubber into his sheath, and a firm squeeze of his balls that made Dom growl with tense, blueballed urgency. Aaron dribbled lube over the condom, and began smearing it in, feeling Dom desperately flexing his erection, trying to will himself over the edge as the retainer filled with precum, and Aaron ceased all touches well before Dom had even approached the edge again, letting the hyena relax, before he tore a second rubber open, and repeated the process. Dom actually growled - a real growl - as he realized what was happening, and gnawed at the tennis ball more, teeth having already punctured its surface and the steady working of air and saliva through the holes making the green, fuzzy orb hiss and squelch wetly with foamy spit as Dom gnawed on it, exerting what little agency he had left.
Aaron gave the hyena's stiff dick a playful smack through the double-layer of rubbers sending it swinging heavily over the hyena's belly, and Dom grunted faintly, his abs tightening slightly as he writhed on the bed. Aaron dipped his head down and licked the cummy precum-trail out of the hyena's pubic fur for one final cleaning, before the rabbit smirked to himself and sat back up. He stripped his jeans and jockstrap off, then straddled the hyena's hips, sitting and pinning the hyena's double-bagged boner under his balls with a rough plop, making Dom tense and grunt again. With the vibrator in one hand, he rested the other on the center of Dom's chest, nearly able to feel the rapid thump-thump-thump of the hyena's heartbeat through his breastbone as he pressed his weight to the hyena's chest to pin him in place, then nestled the vibrator's bulbous business-end into Dom's armpit, and switched it on.
Dom always was secretly ticklish. Not just the sort of ticklish that would make him swat hands away or giggle or shy away; it was debilitating, and doubly so when caught with his defenses down. Aaron knew this well, by now, and as the vibrator hummed to life in one of Dom's most vulnerable places, the reaction was instant. A flex of the hyena's arms, and a genuine pull at his bonds. A bark of alarm and a revival of Dom's nervous, mad cackling that was muffled by the slobber-soaked tennis ball. Dom bucked under the rabbit, and Aaron forced his weight down on the hyena more in a desperate effort to keep him in place as he ground the vibrator deep into the crook of the hyena's armpit and cranked the power higher. Aaron shouted, loud enough that he knew he could be heard over the screaming guitars in the headphones.
“This is what you get for fucking with rabbits, you snot-slobbering, scruffy-maned giggle-dog!” Aaron called, cackling and drunk with power as he tortured his boyfriend, the hyena trembling and shaking, tense and bucking under the rabbit in a desperate attempt to escape the torment. Aaron rode for every buck along the way, smashing Dom's cock roughly back down to his belly every time he landed on the hyena's hips again. The vibrator was pushed down Dom's side, over his ribs and at his flank, dug in against his kidney as Aaron cranked the power up again. On reflex, in a panicked attempt to guard himself from the ticklish sensation, Dom warped his body into a crescent shape by shifting his hips to the side, but Aaron rode him the whole way in and continued the assault.
Minute after minute passed. Dom couldn't breathe unless Aaron allowed him to, and both knew it. Every time Dom's cackling would cease, wavering at the end of his capacity for breath, the rabbit would lift up. Dom would huff two, maybe three breaths quickly in before Aaron resumed the torment in some new sensitive patch, and the hyena resumed bucking and writhing beneath Aaron in howling desperation. The scent of Dom's sweat was already heavy on the air. Panic, too; not just a little twinge of nervous pheromones but real, raw fear as Aaron kept up the torment until Dom shook with fatigue and muffled, desperate pleas for mercy were registered around the improvised tennis-ball gag in the hyena's mouth. Aaron didn't listen to them. He knew that Dom could take more, and he was savoring the opportunity to dish torment out to the hyena as bad as he'd taken it countless times before.
Twenty more minutes passed before the vibrator was finally switched off, and Aaron allowed the room to fall to a tense silence as he dropped the vibrator on the bed at the hyena's side, picked up the bottle of lube, and smeared a handful of it over the hyena's double-bagged cock. Dom barely had the energy to squirm from the stroking, despite his dick miraculously still being rock-hard. Aaron simply leaned forward, angled Dom's erection up, and sat back on it with a slow sigh, yielding to the familiar, sturdy girth of the hyena as he weighed himself all the way down to the hyena's balls, and leaned back to brace a hand against Dom's knee as he rocked his hips to sample the hyena's desperate, needy arousal for himself, with the knowledge that the double layer of latex muted the sensation for Dom considerably. It was all part of the plan, after all.
Aaron closed his eyes and slowly rode the hyena's cock. The riding wasn't in service to Dom; it wasn't for his pleasure, it was for Aaron's. It was to prove to the hyena that Aaron was in charge, and after the extended torture, it seemed that Dom couldn't even muster the strength to grind up and try to drive Aaron's pace. The hyena just laid there, panting, occasionally giving a gruff, exhausted vocalization out around his gag. His hands hung limply from his cuffs, his chest rose and fall with deep breaths, and the tinny music rising from the headphones was still doing the job of depriving Dom of half of his senses, exactly as intended. Aaron tongued the fresh gash cut in his lower lip where Dom had bitten him again. He reached down and used his lubed hand to push his sheath back, and draw out his own erection. He stroked himself, panting quietly as he rode the hyena and jammed the hyena's flared cockhead against his prostate again and again, confident that the rubbers would prevent Dom from sharing the same pleasure he was getting from the hyena's body. It was just enough to keep the hyena hard. To bring about an occasional, dull throb in the hyena's base, or a flex as Aaron picked up the pace, pleasuring himself faster.
Aaron heard a distant door open, then close. He paid it no mind; he was just getting into it. He pumped his hips, riding in steady back-and-forth motions on Dom's cock as he pumped his hand on himself, his own arousal aching and drooling precum into his fingers. Aaron made sure to stroke it back into his flesh, to smear it between his digits as his arousal grew; slickening himself for a smoother stroke with every fresh drizzle of musky, clear slime. Each bounce of his hips brought him closer. Each flex of Dom's arousal reminded him of his task; to torture and exhaust and utterly spend the hyena he loved. Today was a special day, after all. Aaron shuddered as he stared down at Dom who was stretching, tipping his head up and baring his throat to the rabbit again. A flex in his biceps, and then in his core as Dom managed to writhe under him. He was so into it; Aaron could tell. Those little tells Dom had, the way his abs tightened, the way his glans flared, he was getting closer. It was all Aaron needed. As his pleasure rose quickly, Aaron bore down, grinding to Dom's root again, and clutching hard around him as Aaron stroked himself rapidly. He hunched forward and grunted, and clapped his hand over his cockhead as he climaxed. Shuddering, the rabbit milked himself furiously through his orgasm as he pumped out nine thick ropes of hot rabbit-cum into his palm until it was running down the back of his hand and into Dom's belly-fur, as Aaron shuddered in the hyena's lap and Dom whined in frustration through his nose as he caught the scent of rabbit-cum.
Aaron panted as he milked himself dry and gathered as much of his copious load into his palm as he could while he recovered, sitting heavily in Dom's lap. The mess of syrupy, pearly fluid in his paw brought back fond memories of a uniquely stupid game they often played during summer breaks in middle school. A raunchy, disgusting, surprise prank back-and-forth contest that only two gay kids from Aardvark Heights could ever have come up with. Aaron leaned forward, and with his relatively-clean hand, he pried up the headphone on one side.
“Hey, Dom..?” Aaron asked, putting on his best timid-bunny voice as he squirmed in Dom's lap, the hyena's hard cock still barely tucked into his ass.
Dom growled a gruff sound that evolved into a querying rise, even muffled by the gag. Aaron grinned wickedly, and leaned closer to whisper into Dom's ear.
“Cumslap, faggot!” the rabbit uttered, before he let the headphone drop back onto the hyena's ear. Dom flinched. He actually fucking flinched, and Aaron let it soak for a second, before he brought his cum-filled hand down and smacked Dom right across the cheek with just enough force to be degrading, sending the handful of rabbit-cum splattering recklessly across the hyena's face and chest, with spalled droplets sailing across the room as Aaron cackled a triumphant laugh, still sat on the hyena's cock as Dom reeled and growled out his frustration, renewing his furious struggles and finally proving Aaron's suspicion; the tickle-torture hadn't done nearly as much toward exhausting Dom as the hyena would've led Aaron to believe.
Aaron rode Dom's hips again as the hyena-rodeo resumed for nearly a full minute until Dom stilled again with a deep, frustrated, whimpering series of growls. Aaron gave a few final grinds in Dom's lap with the hyena still trying to buck up against Aaron, pulling at his bonds with urgent need. Aaron pulled up and let Dom's erection bounce free, and the bound hyena gave a more desperate, urgent vocalization as he realized he'd been left hanging yet again. Aaron pulled the outermost rubber off inside-out and tossed it aside, then trailed his fingers over the inner one, its retainer already full of thick, white, pearly fluid that Aaron knew fully well was simply leakage; Dom had definitely not yet gotten off. Dom's arousal responded to the touch through only one layer of rubber with violent urgency, sensitized enough that even through a layer of latex that Dom would normally complain about, the hyena was now urgently relishing every gentle caress to the returning sensitivity.
The hyena's erection jerked, abruptly, as Aaron teased his fingertips over its underside. Dom was brimming, right at the edge, pent up and practically feral with his profound need. His balls were swollen, plump and soft in Aaron's palm as he weighed them again and gave a gentle squeeze. Dom groaned out a deep mooing sound again as Aaron lifted and rubbed them, and a shudder coursed through the hyena's body. Aaron tightened his grip on the hyena's balls, and Dom arched with a tense whine, making Aaron giggle faintly as he applied more pressure until the hyena writhed and whimpered a tense note out through his nose. It was the most genuine plea for mercy he'd ever get from the hyena.
Aaron reached up with both paws, and wrapped them around the hyena's cock again, giving a slow pump. Up and down, slowly building rhythm that smeared and slid the lube over that tight latex that stretched across the hyena's glossy-black flesh. Dom growled and huffed and moaned deliriously as the rabbit picked up the pace, starting to tense again; this time, Aaron didn't stop. The rabbit doubled down, bracing his knees on either side of Dom's thighs, his feet under the hyena's knees, his rump between them. He locked in, in case Dom tried to get away, and he began to smear his hands in a circling, candy-striping back and forth, working his shaft and head independently of each other as Dom growled and arched, his abs flexing into high definition through his tummy fur. Dom grunted, huffed, and groaned, tightening until it caught in his throat as the hyena's hips shook.
The first pulse of Dom's climax was torrential, ballooning the retainer of the condom to the size of a tennis ball nearly instantly. The second volley swelled it another inch in diameter, and the third added yet another inch. Dom throbbed hard, growling and tensing in his bonds, grunting needily as he blasted the rubber's “XXL” retainer full and Aaron kept working on the hyena's thick flesh, feeling each powerful flex of Dom's arousal coupled with the massive swell of gluey-thick hyena-cum pouring up through his urethra as Aaron delighted in the hyena's relief.
“Mmnf, good boy, Dom, good boy, fuck,” Aaron praised as he pumped rapidly over the hyena's flesh, even as the climax began to falter, and Aaron switched his tactics. His stroking hastened, speeding up, working more relentlessly at the hyena's glans as Dom transitioned from climactic bliss to over-stimulation. Aaron grinned and tongued at the cut in his lower lip from Dom's bite to remind himself, while tightening his legs around the hyena's as Dom shuddered and let out a brief, gruff note of alarm. Another pull at the bonds, another flex that arched Dom's hips off the bed and lifted Aaron as well. Aaron giggled to himself and squeezed harder, milking the hyena with brisk up-and-down strokes as the hyena growled and grunted and huffed and barked out in distress. Dom was shaking, trying everything he could to pull his dick from Aaron's grasp, trembling from head to toe as the rabbit kept at it with unrelenting fervor.
It took less than a minute to get Dom howling incoherently around the tennis ball for mercy; exactly where Aaron wanted him for the next phase of his plan.
“Erin! That's your cue..!” Aaron called from the bedroom as he kept pumping his hands on the bucking hyena, and Dom trembled and writhed under his unrelenting assault as the feverish barks and vocalizations intensified from the hyena. Dom had seized into a tense flex, Aaron's furious pumping on the hyena edging him toward a second climax already as the rabbit panted with the exertion of riding the bucking hyena, and Dom growled and huffed and grunted sharply again in release as another massive volley of thick hyena-cum swelled the condom's retainer again, and Aaron laughed, “Woah, there he goes again! Quick, Erin, before he can go soft..!”
The female rabbit who had been waiting at the doorway stepped forward, after skinning her panties down her thighs and stepping out of them. She balled the fabric up in her palm and, without a word, smashed the panties to Dom's nose with irreverent force, leaving him no way to breathe unless it was through her own scent-saturated underwear.
Dom's reaction was instant, and violent. There was a a deep hauling in of breath as his hips shook and he arched his back, growling out a desperate note as Aaron bore down and kept working the hyena rapidly, and Erin did her best to suffocate him in her scent. Dom's hips bucked, and he pulsed again, pouring a third load nearly instantly into the condom, its swollen retainer now laying on his belly and jiggling like an overinflated water balloon as Aaron relentlessly pumped the hyena's cock.
Dom reeled under the assault, blinded, deafened, a massive load of rabbit-cum drooling down his cheek and his cock being milked and overstimulated to the point that electric jolts were randomly seizing his body. He saw stars and flashes in the darkness behind the blindfolds. His howling vocalizations were driven by the over-stimulation as well as the realization that there had been plotting beyond just Aaron's twisted mind, frustrated further by the fact that Aaron knew Dom had been lusting after Erin for years, and she'd never once decided to entertain his suggestions. Now, at the closest he'd gotten to her, he was being forced to waste load after load into a fucking rubber at the mercy of a fucking handjob.
Erin's panties smelled incredible, exactly what Dom often caught wafts of on warm summer days. Hot, humid rabbit-crotch, barely floral, fertile; in this kind of insanely close proximity, Dom could easily smell that she was ovulating, and Dom's wracked mind briefly found the clarity to wonder if she even knew that, herself; herbivore noses were nowhere near as good as his. Dom pulled at his bonds and felt the brass bedframe bend and flex, but it never gave way, to Dom's frustration. One of Aaron's hands moved away from his cock, and was replaced by something hard and blunt.
A flash of horror registered in Dom's mind as he realized what it must be, just before it abruptly began to buzz with a furious intensity that drove his over-stimulation into overdrive, as Aaron steadied his dick up against his belly and smashed the vibrator to the belly of his glans. Aaron's forced the running vibrator down against him with intense pressure as the hyena shuddered and howled again through his bonds, drunk on the fertile scent of female rabbit on the air that made him so lightheaded he could barely take it. The hyper-sensitivity caused him to shake everywhere, his muscles burning with exhaustion from the continued struggles and his heart pounded in his ears, almost deafening him to the roaring music in the headphones. His teeth ached from gnawing through the tennis ball, and it was starting to come apart in his mouth in chunks.
He'd lost count of how many orgasms he'd had, he was starting to lose consciousness, panting out loud and completely incoherent vocalizations as the vibrator shook his cock to the core and his overstimulated nerves, even in such a sensitive place, began to grow numb as they were burned out by the aggressive vibration. Then, something shifted over him. He caught one free, clear, open breath, before weight sunk into the mattress above his shoulders, and sodden, hot pussy was smashed to his nose with reckless weight that smashed his nose right between Erin's outer folds and glazed his nose in her fresh juices as his head sunk down into the mattress under her weight. The instant, almost reflexive orgasm that coursed through Dom's overstimulated cock actually surprised him, as it, finally, came without the familiar sensation of rushing fluid; instead an aching, strained, dry cramping around his prostate as he finally, for the first time since he was six, found himself shot completely and utterly dry.
Of course, his body didn't stop trying. Aching cramp after cramp welled under his balls, trying to force more spunk from an empty prostate and balls that couldn't keep up with the raw pace of no less than six orgasms across the last ten minutes. He was hyperventilating. His vision was redding-out, despite the blindfold. His confused, aching, exhausted muscles shook in place, screaming for mercy. He wasn't sure how long they kept him this way, but it was a new shock when all the stimulation abruptly stopped all at once, the weight lifted from his muzzle, and he was allowed to breathe freely again. He spent some time gasping desperately to catch his breath as he felt the rubber being pulled off of him, a heavy mass of its retainer sliding off his belly as it was pulled away.
His face was wiped with a towel. Then his stomach, and he could feel the rabbits climb up on either side of him on the bed. The headphones were pulled away, but Dom could only hear the ringing in his ears and his own panting and rapid heartbeat, still. The wraps of Aaron's blackbelt were pulled away from his eyes, but his muzzle was left bound around that tennis ball. The rabbits were being particularly careful about bite safety at the moment, and Dom thought they had good reason to be.
He blinked at the newfound brightness in the room, and his eyes slowly adjusted as the rabbit twins leaned down to kiss his cheeks.
“Sorry, Dom,” Aaron started, with a playful smirk. He wasn't sorry. Erin finished Aaron's sentence.
“…I've wanted to try it like… you give it to Aaron,” Erin said, blushing brightly, “But…we were both afraid of what you'd do to me if we let you at me at full strength.”
“So…we thought maybe we'd wear you out, first… and it'd be safer,” Aaron continued, gently untying the blackbelt until Dom could tip his head to the side and spit out the pieces of the once-brand-new tennis ball that remained, resembling used chewing gum interspersed with soggy green fluff, at this point. Dom spent a few moments panting and working his jaw with a low growl.
“You're serious?" Dom asked, once he found his voice again.
“Yeah,” the rabbit twins said, in effortless unison.
“Like, the real thing? Brain-goes-numb?” Dom clarified, his eyes going to Erin's. God, her eyes were just as pretty as Aaron's. It made him want to gnaw on her neck.
“Yeah,” Erin confirmed, on her own, this time.
“You're so fucked,” Dom growled, digging deep into every ragged remnant of his vocal chords, “Run.” The rabbits laughed. Dom didn't.
Dom had new clarity in the absence of the hyper-stimulation and pent-up need and eager anticipation; now, he found it a trivial task to twist his wrists to bind the carabiners in the D-rings, and then torque them down against the shitty brass headboard using the leverage from his arms. The rabbits soon seemed to realize that, in spite of everything, Dom was still every ounce as dangerous as he was before their torment and torture, and likely now even moreso. They began to recoil just as the brass dimpled, bent, and twisted, then with an abrupt snap and clatter, the cheap aluminum carabiners broke and allowed the rings of the hyena's cuffs to effortlessly slip free.
Dom took a swipe at the rabbits who had just realized their need to escape as soon as he had a hand free, and he found fleeing fur between his fingers, latching his fist onto it tightly as he twisted his other wrist and shook it, freeing it from the bedpost with slight effort. The squeak that he heard was pure rabbit fear, and Dom delighted in the sudden return of control over the situation as he looked down to see what he'd caught on the pure fortune of his quick exertion of predator power. He found his paw filled with Erin's left ear, close to its base, and she was pulling at it fruitlessly as Dom dug his claws into its surface to hold her in place. Dom barked out a laugh, sadistic, sick and sinister, as he dragged her down until her nose smashed into his pubic fur. He didn't even need his second hand to overpower her; this was too easy. She reminded him of Aaron, before the male rabbit had started working out and taking martial arts classes four days a week. Barely ninety pounds of herbivorous weakling, just another chew-toy for a hyena's pleasure.
Aaron, despite now being a surprisingly gifted martial artist, didn't come to his sister's rescue. That was part of the deal, after all; Erin wanted to sample the drug that Aaron had been hooked on for years, and he wouldn't get in the way of that unless he had to. The male rabbit shrunk back to the corner of the bed as he watched Dom shove the thumb of his free hand between her lips and under her cheek, jamming it roughly into the back of her jaw to force her mouth open. As he bore pressure against the joint with his fingers curled around the back of her head, one of Dom's feet pressed to the bed's foot board to provide leverage, and the other jerked up, effortlessly snapping the cheap brass tubes the carabiner was attached to. He did the same in reverse, snapping the cheap carabiner on that side, and continuing that motion, he flipped himself over and forced Erin onto her back beneath him with her mouth pried wide open and an ear still in Dom's fist. Their eyes met for a tense beat that caused a nearly-imperceptible hitch in Erin's struggle beneath the hyena...
Then Dom leaned down and spat a fat, slimy glob of hyena spit straight into Erin's open mouth, with enough force that flecks of bubbly saliva with strings of tennis-ball fuzz stuck in it spattered recklessly across her face. Erin instantly gagged and loudly retched, kicking on the bed as she tried to writhe out of the hyena's grip. There was zero time wasted as Dom issued up a mad, feral cackle at Erin's writhing disgust, and he quickly crammed his fat, abused, still-half-hard cock into her mouth and stuffed it down until he hit her throat, growling a satisfied note at Erin's continued violent, retching gags that caused tears to well up in those beautiful hazel eyes and run her mascara.
Dom plunged his hips forward and sunk deep into Erin's throat, snapping the cute black choker she was wearing without even trying. Her gagging went silent; reflexes still wracking her as her throat wrenched on his cock and she struggled for air, eyes rolling back. Dom cackled again, wild-eyed as he ground his aching balls on her chin, his thumb still hooked in her jaw to keep himself safe from her remarkably dangerous buckteeth.
“Heh-heh, hah, HAH! Your brother loves the taste, how about you, you cheap, cum-guzzling gutter slut? You wanna fucking gargle my cum too, you weak little cunt?” Dom growled, interspersed with insane, loud hyena-cackles. Erin retched again and kicked, struggling under Dom who simply used the opportunity to shove himself into a more advantageous position, using his knees to cram the rabbit girl's arms down to her sides. His grip shifted from her ear to her hair, pulling it hard as he used the leverage to grind her nose into his sheath, holding his cock hilted in her throat. “Rrrrr, or maybe you wanna get bred, huh? Heh-hah, heh, heh! Tap out if you wanna get bred, that's all you gotta do! That's what got Aaron hooked, he fucking Ioves hyena cock up in his guts, I'm betting there's more of me than there is of Aaron in there these days, heh-hah! C'mon, slut, tap out if you wanna find out what you've been missing with all those skinny-dicked herbivore boys you ride at house parties,” Dom taunted, giving in to every last psychotic urge that his predator blood fueled thanks to the scent of panicked rabbits on the air.
Having Aaron there to referee in the background gave Dom a peculiar sense of permission to give into his worst, darkest, most wicked desires. If he went too far, Aaron was there to stop him. He could be Dom's more lucid sense of control, and leave Dom to enjoy himself until that need for restraint was found. Erin kicked again and shuddered on the bed, straining. She gagged again with a wet, gurgling cough of bubbling saliva around Dom's cock, and the hyena growled eagerly as he drew back just enough to let her suck in a fresh breath before he smashed her nose into his sheath and pubic fur again.
“C'mon, slut, heh-heh! I know you want it, you fucking dream about being a chew-toy for a hyena, don't you?" Dom taunted, wild-eyed as he stared down at Erin's face. Her eyes were bloodshot, rolling back in her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she choked, gagged, and coughed again, with a burst of slobbery snot erupting from her nose. Utterly graceless, beyond shame or composure. It was exactly where Dom wanted her; ugly and desperate and under his complete control, fighting for survival in a hyena's proverbial jaws with what little lucidity she had left behind the blind terror and panic and adrenaline that seeped out in her panicked sweat to the delight of Dom's predatory sense of smell. Dom couldn't help but keep taunting, now.
“Tap out, c'mon, tap out and I'll breed you instead and you can breathe all you fucking want, you skinny fucking weakling. You just thought you wanted the real thing, didn't you? Heh-heh-HAH!” Dom barked another, loud laugh that resonated in the demo house bedroom, “Come on, tap out if you wanna' be bred or you can fucking suffocate on my cock and I'll carve you up; my dad can throw you on the grill when I get back home, heh-heh! They'd be the prettiest fucking rabbit legs we've ever grilled for sure,” Dom cackled. He could hear Aaron stifling his own laughter, and it only fueled Dom's fires.
Erin's legs kicked on the bed. She struggled, writhed, and bucked her hips, desperately trying to free herself from the hyena as Dom effortlessly pinned her down. It didn't even take the hand pulling her hair to keep her back; Dom proved it, by sitting back and cramming his balls harder against her chin, using only the thumb hooked in her jaw to keep her head sunk into the mattress as his cock was pumped in her throat for a few strokes. Dom used his free hand to reach back and slink up under Erin's mini-skirt, digging two fingers up into her bare pussy and roughly thumbing her clit down against them, working his fingers briskly in an absolutely abusive fingering that forced Erin's core to tighten as her hips shuddered. Dom's onslaught of filthy, degrading dirty-talk continued the whole time, unrelenting; he wasn't trying to be funny, now, he was just spouting what came to mind in the moment.
“Can you smell your brother's ass on me? He fucking loves riding it to the root, think you can do better? I'll show you what a rabbit's real fucking purpose in life is; a fucking cum-sock for a hyena!” Dom cackled. His muscles burned and complained of exhaustion, but it was so worth it to get a chance to wring Aaron's hot twin sister out at least once; he was going to relish every moment he could even if it wound up killing him. Well before Dom wanted her to, she finally tapped out. She never really had the choice, Dom made sure of that. The hyena feigned like he didn't feel the first taps, until harder, more panicked tapping registered at his calf, and finally Aaron was worried enough to intervene.
“Dom, stop..! She's done!" the rabbit boy urged, pulling at Dom's arm that was pinning her jaw open. Dom snorted and abruptly pulled back, keeping his thumb hooked in her jaw as she raggedly gasped for breath and coughed wet spatters of Dom's precum and saliva onto his crotch and her own chest. His other paw kept fingering her violently, until he pulled back slickness-soaked fingers and smacked Aaron in the face, smearing his nose and muzzle with his sister's juices in recompense for Aaron's earlier cum-slap and rubbing the juices roughly into his nostrils and over his eyes with maximum disrespect.
“Heh-hah! Ever smelled a hot pussy before, queer? Your sister's soaking for me right now, thanks for the hook-up,” Dom panted, laughing as Aaron recoiled in disgust and rubbed at his own face before Dom shoved him roughly in the shoulder and sent him sprawling on the floor with a surprised yelp. Erin continued to gasp and cough and choke and suck in panicked breaths to try to regain her composure. “I would've never thought she'd be such a whore, really; imagine getting off while a hyena's just playing with you like his fucking lunch,” Dom howled out another, long, loud cackle.
Truly, it was just a bit of shit-talking to fill the five-count pause in the transition. It was a years-old technique that he and Aaron had settled on; when Dom was allowed to be Dom, every transition period would have a built-in pause where Aaron could call a stop to the game. This was playing by the usual rules, and as soon as that silent five-count ended, Dom lifted off of Erin and shifted positions as she did her best to scramble away from him and regain some control. She was in no position to get away from him, however, and as she turned over to crawl away Dom simply captured her ankle and dragged her back to him as her panicked, scrambling resistance ripped up the bedsheets under her claws while he pulled her back. She never said the safeword. She never asked to stop. She never said no. She never said help. She had every chance to, for far longer than he usually gave Aaron.
In Dom's mind, whatever happened now, it was her fault. She had the chance to stop it, after all.
He eagerly wrangled her curvy hips against his lap and hiked her mini-skirt up to bare her ass, a streak of white fur from her inner thighs to her undertail in the sea of rosy-gray fur that covered her hips and thighs. It provided the perfect landing strip for his fat cock to flop onto her asscrack as Dom wrangled the struggling rabbit's hips. Erin didn't stop squirming, even as Dom hot-dogged his throbbing cock in the pristine white fur of her ass, until Dom was forced to urge her compliance. She surely wanted it, at this point. He brought a hand down on the back of her neck and shoved forward, using his hips to buck her off balance and sending her face into the mattress. He bore his weight down with his palm around the back of her neck, and as he mounted her, the hyena growled out a lusty, feverish note as the moment he'd yearned for since learning of Erin's existence approached. Dom shook with the herculean effort of restraining himself; he wanted to savor the moment as he leaned forward and growled against the back of the rabbit girl's ear.
“I can smell you ovulating for me, cunt,” Dom growled under his breath. “I'm gonna' fucking breed a whole litter into your guts and I'm gonna' make your weakling little faggot brother pay for the abortion if he can't stop me,” Dom let a breathy, gruff lope of his hyena-laugh out. He smeared a palm into his armpit, gathering his sweat and the spice of his deodorant, then clapped it over Erin's mouth and nose; the same tactic he used to trick Aaron's brain into craving him over the years, associating his scent with endorphins and dopamine and countless adrenaline rushes.
Erin vocalized disgust, but Dom didn't listen. He smeared his palm to her nose and dropped his free hand to angle his cock against her and drive up through her outer folds. He angled down, leveraged himself forward, and plied her body wide open around his aching cock, plunging down until he battered into her cervix roughly with only two-thirds of his cock buried. God, she was tight; and she screamed out with the rough bottoming-out, music to Dom's ears.
“Fuck! I should've guessed you were as shallow as a kiddie-pool, grrrh,” Dom growled, pumping his hips in a deep, aggressive stroke that smashed his thick glans against Erin's cervix a second time, causing her to yelp yet again. “This must be what sick-fuck pedos feel like when they bottom out in a third-grader," Dom cackled, hearing Aaron finally break into real laughter as he was kneeling from where he'd composed himself on the floor nearby, unable to keep stifling it. “Ngh..! Don't worry, now that you're my property, you'll figure out how to stretch over time,” Dom grunted as he smeared his glans to her cervix firmly again, ”Maybe it'll only take a few litters of half-hyenas to loosen you up enough to let me bury it all the way, huh?" Keeping his voice deep and level and smooth in spite of his loping laughter took massive effort from Dom; Erin's pussy was so deliciously snug around him, hot and quivering, milking already with reflexive flutters that put even Aaron's talented ass to shame. She was drenched from his rough fingering already, and as Dom's hand tucked around her hip to get back at her clit, he pumped his hips again to elicit another agonized squeak from the rabbit.
Erin squawked in oversensitive alarm and clawed at the sheets under Dom as his fingers pried her clit down against the belly of his cock while he began to savagely pound her. Her quivering fingers shook, her toes curled, and her whole body was wracked by the force of his cockhead smashing into her cervix again and again, as Dom began to exert some real effort and fuck her with a greedily-paced stroke of his hips, taking pleasure, and forcing it upon her in turn. The rabbits' torment had backfired, they certainly hadn't exhausted the hyena, but instead managed to desensitize Dom with their abuse; now, Dom was simply exacting his revenge by working that much harder to get himself off, using Erin's pussy as his toy. Dom was drooling more slimy hyena-slobber onto her back, unable to stop himself at this point as instinct and hormones played together to get the drool running, though he kept rutting her in a brisk, ploughing rhythm that steadily intensified as Erin's yelps grew less and less coherent as the minutes passed.
“You want it to be over?” Dom hissed, growling as sweat dripped off his nose and chin to Erin's back, bucking again sharply to punctuate each word, “Tell me you want my cubs, hngh! Y-you. Fucking. Want. To. Be. Bred! Tell me!" Dom demanded, smashing Erin's nose in his palm again as he gracelessly used the hand over her face to pull her back against him. He pried his cockhead roughly against her cervix, causing Erin to squeal out a keening, agonized whimper in spite of the fluttering, tense quiver in her walls as he managed to get her close.
“Ah!-haaaangh,” Erin cried out, yelping again as Dom backed off and took another deep jab into her guts, “YAH!-haaa," came the initial agonized cry before a sniveling, whimpered, "I wanna' be bred,” sobbed out, slurred and soaked with snotty tears and drool. A second sharp, pointed jab of Dom's flaring glans against her cervix elicited a louder response. “I wanna' be bred!” she cried out more clearly as Dom grunted with another shuddering thrust, her clit trapped between two of his fingers, being mercilessly abused under the hyena's surprisingly nimble ministrations.
“Tell me you want to have my abortion, yeah, ngh!” Dom urged huskily, issuing a fresh grunt with each violent shove. He was teetering closer to a climax, but it wasn't coming easily. He was going to make her earn it; his seed was a gift, and she had to prove she was worthy. “Tell me you wanna' fuckin' have my abortion, you squealing little herbivore cunt!” Dom snarled. He gritted his back teeth in a desperate attempt to sate the urge to take a bite out of the rabbit under him, and used his hips to jab another squealing yelp out of her as he pinched her clit roughly.
“Auugh, I-nah~!-I wanna' have your abortion,” Erin sobbed; music to Dom's ears. It wasn't about what she said; it was about the control at this point, and the power-drunk hyena shuddered as he buried himself roughly, bowing Erin's cervix in hard to the soundtrack of a screaming cry from the slender rabbit girl as he shuddered, and came yet again. He could feel the powerful, wracking throbs through his cock, the churning in his nuts, but he'd been milked so dry he couldn't be sure if he was shooting into her or not. Regardless of that knowledge, he ensured whatever he was capable of putting into her was shot straight onto her cervix as Erin cried out in overwhelmed, agonized pleasure as Dom rolled her clit roughly and urged her over as he shuddered on her back. Erin didn't take much convincing, somewhere in there, she was into this; her body reflexively fluttered and pulled at his throbbing cock as he circled her clit and worked her over until her hips shuddered and bucked and she gasped and vocalized exhausted, trembling whimpers and yelps as Dom relentlessly worked her until he was done.
The silence that followed lingered as heavy in the air as the miasma of terrified rabbit and hyena sweat, and the reek of ugly, carnal sex and terror and great effort that blotted out the more familiar scents of the demo house; still-offgassing carpet and fresh paint. The silence was broken only by the rythmic, wet squelch of sexual fluids that had been worked into a foamy mess between two bodies, displaced by the final throbs of catharsis, and ten or so quick, panted, exhausted breaths from the rabbit and hyena both.
Aaron lingered at the edge of the bed in that moment, his wide eyes locked on Erin's distant, empty gaze as she drooled on the sheets and gasped for air. He didn't need to ask her if she felt it; he could see it in her eyes. The absolute lack of thought, the empty feeling, the internal voices that corrected for every nuance of the complex predator-prey relationship had finally been silenced, likely for the very first time. Secretly, the boy longed for that same drug's influence, but he dared not break the spell on her; the experience was hers, today, here and now. He couldn't spoil it for her.
Dom abruptly pulled back, his still-hard erection popping wetly out and bouncing, and he let Erin drop to the bedsheets as his back straightened. Dom stared down the gaping chasm of her cunt left in the absence of his cock, that showed a glinting pool of white against her battered and bruised cervix as he sat back on his heels, and he broke that silence with a loud, triumphant bark of a hyena-cackle into the bedroom air, huffing hard and exhausted, thoroughly, as his dick continued to throb between his thighs, oozing onto the bedsheets.
“Ah, fuck, yeah, that's better,” Dom panted raggedly, growling still under his breath as he knelt on the bed.
He was shaking and near collapse from fatigue, but there was no way he'd let the rabbits see it.
He couldn't break character until they did, as a point of pride alone.
“Come suck my dick before I pound another one out of your ass, fuck-toy,” Dom urged. Aaron started moving, but then hesitated.
“Who..?” Aaron asked, half-climbed onto the bed. Dom could see thanks to his position that the rabbit boy was rock-hard, to the point of trembling, from the show he'd just observed. It was obvious to Dom that Aaron couldn't believe what it looked like from the outside after having been subjected to it for so long. Aaron should've also been able to tell Dom was taking it easy on Erin for her first taste, too, though.
“I meant her, but now it's both of you faggots. Unless you want me to stuff it up your ass and force you to breed your sister in the same fucking strokes to see if we can awaken something in you," Dom warned Aaron with a wicked grin.
The threat was enough to encourage Aaron's movement, and as the rabbit climbed back onto the bed and slowly went down on the hyena to suckle down the dregs of the hyena's latest load and the smeared juices from his sister's pussy, Erin turned as well and nuzzled into Dom's balls, trying to discreetly steal a taste of Dom's scent, though he felt the cool rush of air as she breathed in through her nose. A gentle nudge of his thumb at her jaw redirected her, and she began to work with her brother to lap up the juices that had been worked into a foamy mess at the root of Dom's black-fleshed cock. Dom smirked, quietly watching the twins working him over for a few moments, but eventually he couldn't help himself.
“I can't believe you'd pick sucking a dick over getting to breed a pussy as fine as your sister's, dude. You really are a fucking fag, aren't you? Not that she'd get any fun from that little needle-dick of yours anyway - HA! - At least, not anymore,” Dom taunted with a devilish smirk, smearing his palm into his own armpit again before reaching down to cover both the rabbits' noses with it. Aaron's eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned around Dom's cock. Erin retched again, but didn't move away as she dug her tongue into his sheath to keep dutifully cleaning him. Erin's revulsion, contrasted against Aaron's indulgence; a perfect before-and-after picture of what he could do to rabbits given enough time.
Dom knelt there as the rabbits unquestioningly worked his cock, trading it between themselves as he finally, slowly, began to go slack and soft. Erin was left simply nursing on his aching, flaccid member with her nose pressed to his retracted sheath, and Dom gave an appreciative hyena-moo of pleasure while Aaron busily tongued the sweat from the soaked fur of his sack.
“Mnhh…you liked your taste, didn't you, Erin? Gonna' come back for more?” Dom grinned as he surveyed the rabbits. Four hazel eyes gazed up at him, and for a moment, in his exhaustion, he couldn't tell the difference between the twins… and then the rabbit on the left nodded, as a blush welled up in her ears. “Fuck yeaaaaah, that's a good girl. If it's ever too much, just let me know and I can loan you to Donnie for a while, he's a fucking pussy; good if you can't take the real thing,” Dom cackled. Abruptly, a thought came to the hyena, and his grin stretched even broader. “If you wanna' be mine, prove it. Go down on your brother; he needs some help.”
“Ugh, Dom..!” Aaron instantly complained. Erin withdrew in disgust as well as both rabbits looked at each other for a beat from either side of Dom's cock, and simultaneously made faces of horrendous disgust as Dom cackled, loudly.
“No fucking way! Gross, that's too far, dude. Fucking…safeword, whatever it was.” Erin mock-gagged as Dom kept laughing.
“Haaa! Fucking lame, that would'a been hot. I might've been able to go another round with a show like that,” Dom complained through a loud laugh. The game was over, and his character, finally, effortlessly broke as he slumped over onto the bed and panted, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle. “Fuckin' A, guys. I think you almost killed me, dude.”
“Only fair considering how many times you've nearly killed me,” Aaron retorted. Dom laughed again, harder, and pulled Aaron down to flop next to him on the bed, then waved Erin in, who climbed up and slumped beside the hyena, resting her head on his shoulder as the trio stared up at the ceiling fan.
“You guys, uh… you guys always go that hard together?” Erin wondered, her voice more timid than usual as her knees tucked together.
“Harder, usually,” Aaron said, “He took it easy on you.”
“I didn't even get to bite you, ugh. Basically a wasted orgasm,” Dom joked, looking around the room. It was a mess; the rubber he'd filled had burst open when it was cast aside onto the floor, and a puddle of hyena-cum stood in a dome on the carpet where it had leaked out, too thick to soak in. The bed was in tatters, at some point a corner had collapsed, and the frame was bent, twisted and broken. Littered remnants of tennis ball were spat across the bed, and the sheets were stained, sweaty and torn up. “So, what's the story?”
“The story?” Aaron wondered. Erin was already untangling her panties as she laid against Dom's side, and pulling them back up under her skirt.
“The room, you vapid twink,” Erin chided, already beginning to return to her usual tone. Just like that, the dose had worn off; it was always too quick, but now they all knew why Aaron kept coming back for more abuse. Aaron looked around, and grimaced at the state of the place.
“…Uh. Maybe we don't say anything. Heatwaved dipshits broke in and trashed it?” Aaron wondered.
“We put in the alarm code, dude. There's only like …ten people that know that.” Dom reminded Aaron.
“Ugh, okay, uh…” Aaron looked around again, trying to come up with a story.
“It was your idea, dude,” Dom teased.
“I know, just let me think..!” Aaron urged, nervous energy growing faster.
“Dad's gonna gut you,” Erin teased, and Aaron flailed an arm vaguely at Erin.
“Not helping..!”
“She's right, you know. This demo furniture isn't even ours, the staging company is going to charge a fortune for this garbage," Dom teased. He reached over and kicked the foot board of the bed, and the foot-end of the bed collapsed until the mattress and box spring hit the floor. Dom laughed again as Aaron's nerves grew even quicker.
“M-maybe we can replace it before anyone notices, like...i-it's just a bedframe right? We can clean up the mess…”
“You can clean up the mess,” Erin teased. Dom cackled.
“It was your idea, dude,” the hyena reminded Aaron again, knowing too well it was getting on his nerves.
“I know, fuck you, Dom..! Fuck you both!”
“Fuck you too, Aaron,” Dom and Erin answered in unison.
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