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Grey woke to a sharp pain in his lower back. He spasmed and yelped briefly in pain, but it wasn't as if he wasn’t used to this by now. He clambered out of bed as fast as he could, but not fast enough. A strong, horribly familiar hand wrapped around his arm, wrenching him away.
Naturally, it was Sorrow. His free hand held an iron grasp on Grey’s thin, weak arm, and in his other hand he grasped a stubby taser, the same tool he had just used on the pathetic child he now held. He smiled slyly, bringing his face close to Grey’s. His red fur gently brushed against Grey’s trembling cheek, and his breath smelled like cigarettes as usual. Sorrow’s deep black eyes looked up and down the 11-year olds weak frame, with a slight look of distaste upon his face.
Slowly and leisurely, he extended his long, barbed tongue and licked a long streak up Grey’s face, leaving behind a trail of sticky saliva. It stung as it brushed over his bruised eye, which he was holding closed with all his might. He heard the soft impact on the carpet as Sorrow dropped the taser, and brought his other hand up to Grey’s face. He caressed the kid’s soft fur, feeling him shiver at the cold touch, before uttering a simple, yet firm command: “Open”.
When Grey hesitated for a moment, Sorrow simply tightened his grasp ever so slightly, to remind the kid who he belongs to, and as expected, Grey opened his mouth obediently.
Knowing he had as much time as he wanted, Sorrow swirled his raspy tongue over the lips of the boy, savouring his fear, before slipping it inside the throat of his pet, feeling the supple, wet flesh around his long tongue tighten and contract as the slut choked and gagged for air.
“Hmm. Still working on that, I guess.” thought sorrow, before a better thought crossed his mind. He manoeuvred his right hand to the back of Grey’s head, holding it in place as their lips pressed against each other, and his left went to his wet, button-like nose, and pinched it shut.
Almost immediately, Grey began to struggle and flail around, trying to scream, but Sorrow’s tongue plugged his throat entirely, and he felt his lungs pump faster and faster as he panicked. This wasn’t the first time Sorrow had done something like this, but it hadn’t gotten any easier. His throat contracted further, and he felt bile rise in his throat. Impulsively, he tried to swallow it back down, but failed to draw any air, and attempted to choke, but failed to do so once again. He kicked against Sorrow, but his adult body was like iron as his frail limbs smacked uselessly against the older boy.
“Huh. Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t feed him yet this week.” thought Sorrow, a glint briefly flashing in his eye.
The small boy’s eyes began to go bloodshot, and his resistance grew weaker and weaker as his adorable, fluffy cheeks deflated further while he struggled for air. Sorrow watched with a vague sense of interest, and a moderate sense of arousal, as their eyes were only a few inches apart. He watched as Grey’s eyes began to roll back in his head as he slowly lost consciousness, before at the last second yanking him away, and throwing him down onto the bed carelessly, like a used toy.
Grey strained and panted for shallow breaths as he lay on his dirty, messy and practically broken bed. A little bit of blood leaked out the side of his little mouth, but he barely took notice. Through the haze of his semi-consciousness, he could see Sorrow looming over him, his sadistic grin and gleaming black eyes coming in and out of focus.
“God, you’re fucking pathetic. Retarded little tranny slut. Rest up now…. Or don’t… I’ll be needing you later regardless.”
He stood back up and began to walk towards the door, but stopped. “Oh! Before I forget…” Sorrow walked back over to Grey’s shivering form, and pulled out two full syringes from his pocket. One was labeled “BLOCKERS” and the other was simply labeled “T”. He jabbed them carelessly into the scar tissue on the boy’s inner thigh, and shoved the plungers down all the way, eliciting a small, weak yowl from Grey.
He left the empty syringes buried in the meagre flesh on the kid’s leg, and strode out of the room, his smile never fading. “I’ll see you later kid…”
(That evening)
It was 11pm, and Sorrow had Grey lying face-down over his lap on the couch as some music videos on youtube played in the background. The noise of Sorrow’s preferred heavy metal was enough to drown out Grey’s sobs from anyone who might get curious (although it was unlikely given how remote his place was. Sorrow had a (stolen) brand new razor in his right hand and the handle for Grey’s leash in the other, as he agonizingly carved his name into Grey’s soft flesh on the back of his thigh again. Blood leaked out of each incision, each just going deep enough into his styro to hit beans, but not quite deep enough to cause any issues. It was while he watched the blood seep down into the cracks between the couch cushions that he had an idea. He flipped the small boy over, and he didn’t resist.
Sorrow positioned himself properly on the couch, his expression full of cruelty and sadism. His thick, barbed feline cock twitched, already a little wet at the tip, and mostly erect from its sheath solely from the cuts he had been inflicting on Grey. The little boy was now lying on his back, covering his face with his hands and sobbing quietly. He wasn’t wearing anything as usual, as Sorrow didn’t really let him wear clothes, and as such his little, pre-pubescent boycunt was leaking a little, despite his fear. “Guess some of the pills I’m giving him are working after all, huh.” Thought Sorrow, with a vague interest.
He loomed over the scared, weak form of his pet. “Shhh… don’t cry baby, it's okay. You want to be a real boy, don’t you?” Grey looked at him with wide, teary eyes through a gap between his fingers, and nodded shakily. “Mhm! And I’m just doing what’s best for you, understand? I’m the only one who knows you… and the only one you need.” Sorrow whispered, with a strange gentleness in his tone and actions. He brought a hand up to Grey’s face and pushed his hands aside, stroking his fluffy little cheek. He extended a claw on his thumb, and continued to stroke the little boy, pushing his claw gently but firmly into his cheek, leaving semi-deep scratches each time he dragged it down his little face, the razor-sharp point coming just millimetres from Grey’s eye. A shallow whimper came from the frightened little kid, and Sorrow could feel his body tense up.
Sorrow grinned, a strange mixture of cruelty and adoration in his eyes. “There… you like that, don’t you?” Grey nodded again, his eyes closed. “Say it.” Sorrow commanded firmly. “I want to hear your adorable little voice…”
“I- I like it….. P- please don't stop-” Grey managed to whimper, in a soft, quiet tone. Sorrow could hear him trying to make his voice deeper, and he loved it. “There there…” Sorrow murmured.
Then, something changed. Although Grey didn’t notice immediately, something in his eyes changed. His grip tightened, pushing all of his claws out, the ones on his right hand sinking deep into the boy’s face, and those on his left piercing into his soft, skinny belly. He bared his fangs, glaring into Grey’s face. He pushed against the boy, and with a huge effort, his cock was buried almost halfway into the kid’s little cunt.
Almost immediately, he both heard and felt something rip, and blood began leaking out around his dick, staining his and Grey’s fur, and mixing with the old blood and other substances caked into the kid’s fluffy fur around his crotch and ass area.
Grey shrieked, ear-piercingly loud, to which Sorrow winced. “Nh- Shut up babe, you’ve done this before.” but to no avail. In all fairness, Sorrow thought, it did look extremely painful. In fact, he almost felt bad. But then again, it got easier for the both of them every time, and he knew that in time Grey would eventually get used to it. So he kept going.
Sorrow began to pull out agonizingly slowly, the sharp barbs coating his cock tearing into the sweet, supple flesh on the inside of the kid’s pussy. Grey let out a strange sound- somewhere between a choke, a scream, and a moan. “Sh- Shtopp… Pweass..ee….” He begged the older boy. Spit, tears and snot poured down his face, soaking into his fur as he sniffled pathetically. He blinked through tears, trying his best not to scream as his tiny body was torn in half by his owner's cock.
Grey could barely think for the pain. Just the width to which his little boycunt was being stretched was horrible. It felt like the flesh around his little hole was about to give way and split open any moment, stretched all the way to its breaking point. The barbs cut into his insides, hundreds of little daggers stabbing in and being pulled along, making him bleed. The barbs cut into his little undeveloped clit as they were pulled out, cutting into that too, which only made him scream louder.
The pain eased up ever so slightly as Sorrow pulled out further, and Grey mistakenly allowed himself a moment to un-tense. Sorrow felt this, of course, and flashed a sadistic grin at the face of the agonized boy, before tensing again, and thrusting back into the kid’s bloody hole. He went deeper this time, and as he looked down at the little boy, he could see a little bump just above his belly button where the tip of his dick was, despite only being at most two thirds of the way in, which only encouraged him to push deeper.
For Grey, he could hardly bear it any more. He felt the little section of overstretched tissue between his hole and his clit begin to give way, slowly and agonizingly, to accommodate his master’s throbbing cock. It felt like someone was slowly sawing at the inside of his pussy, each tiny movement just hurting more and more. He tried to scream, but found that he could barely take in the air to do so. Sorrow had placed his paws just over his chest scars (which Sorrow had inflicted in the first place) and was pressing down, hard. Grey’s ribcage felt like it was going to shatter as it was roughly pressed in against his lungs. He coughed up a little bit of blood between gags, and attempted to draw another breath, but couldnt-
He realized through the haze of agony that there was another pressure now, somewhere else. He felt the ever-too-familiar feeling of bile rising in his throat as the pressure grew. It felt as if something- something sharp, and strong, and awful was pressing against his stomach from the bottom, feeling like it was going to peirce and burst him from the inside like a balloon. With horror, he realised that it was Sorrow’s cock- the same thing tearing apart his little cunt, shoving brutally against the boy’s insides, feeling like it was ripping him in half.
“AAAUHH- N - - NO !! PLE- PLEASEE E…. NGGGHH” Grey begged. He felt like he was going to die.
And then, to his barely-conscious surprise, Sorrow relenquished, pulling out almost all the way, and lessening his hold on the boy’s chest - but not taking his hands off yet. Grey looked up at him, still in tremendous pain.
“D- dont k- kill me.. . So- Sorrow… ..”
He begged, looking up into the older boy’s eyes. But what he saw did nothing to calm him. Sorrow’s eyes were almost all blacked out, and he seemed like he was looking through the boy. He almost looked possessed.
But Grey didn’t have enough time to process this. In an instant, Sorrow finally shoved almost his entire length inside the poor kid, for the final time. Hot, yellowish-white cum poured out of him, into Grey’s ruined, under-developed pussy, filling his guts even further. At the same time, the tip of his cock slammed ruthlessly into the boy’s guts, squishing his stomach against his ribcage and lungs.
Grey choked, and a stream of watery, acrid-smelling liquid squirted out of his tight little throat, as his back and neck arced backwards, filling his throat and nostrils, as his guts were simultaneously filled up with Sorrow’s warm, fertile cum. This time, it was too much for the poor kid, and he lost consciousness entirely.
Sorrow looked down at him as he came, his mind filled with twisted adoration and sadistic lust for the child he was raping. His orgasm lasted nearly 20 seconds, but for the both of them it felt like a century (although for different reasons). His dick remained stuck inside the boy for a long while, as cum and blood leaked out of his pussy, and puke leaked out of his mouth. His cock pulsed with every new little spurt of cum he pumped into Grey, and Sorrow felt a wave of love wash over him. He picked the kid up and held him close to his chest, and used his free hand to make sure his throat was clear, and that he was still breathing. “Fuck.. Oh, thank god… You’re alive.” He muttered, showing an uncharacteristic amount of emotion for his eleven year old boyfriend, whose cunt his cock was still half-buried inside.
They sat there for a moment, before Sorrow lifted Grey’s featherlight form up off his dick, allowing cum to leak out of the boy’s pussy, which left a trail all the way upstairs as Sorrow carried him upstairs to his room, and laid him down gently in bed, before heading back downstairs to flop on the couch, and finally go to sleep, satisfied.
“This… This is love.” He muttered to himself, before wrapping a blanket around his lanky frame, and going to sleep, already looking forward to seeing his boyfriend again tomorrow.