Predator Type 2

Hardly any homes actually had basements in this part of town. The wealthy had houses with so many rooms that they never needed for the space, and in California there was hardly a requirement to have a storm shelter. Most of the mansions around William's were similar: sprawling ranch-style homes all on one story; some smaller ones were two-story with the bedrooms upstairs and all living space downstairs. William's was one of the former, but he nonetheless had paid a hefty sum to have a basement dug. It wasn't very big (a square only about twelve feet on a side), and he'd told the builders that it was a "safe room", though they hardly cared what it was. Such menial laborers probably were not smart enough to figure out that in a gated community with private security, a businessman like William would never be attacked in his own home.

 

It's actual intended purpose was simple. He raped his prey in there. The walls and door were so thick that even in the rest of the house (to say nothing of outside) not even a cat could hear a gunshot from inside. Screaming, of course, was completely muffled.

He had taken the limp child from his car (parked in a spacious garage next to three others) and carried him into the house, down the stairs and through the door to the basement. It locked from the inside, and he did so.

 

The space was well-lit for being underground with no windows. Carefully-designed ventilation kept it constantly fresh. The entire room was made of concrete and with a sealed tile floor with a drain in the center like an oversized shower. A rolled-up hose was on one wall, on the opposite a bondage-style rack with bars and straps, and on the third was a twin-sized bed in a rickety frame that had only a mattress. The fourth wall, of course, had the door leading to the staircase to the rest of the house. In the middle of the room was a sturdy wooden chair bolted to the floor, and nearby was a box filled with various sex toys and things.

 

William put the unconscious kid on his back on the bed, and started to undress himself. He liked to get naked, first. Laying his considerable bulk on the bed next to the boy, he just started to touch him. He rubbed one large paw over the child's narrow chest under his shirt, feeling his breathing and heartbeat.

 

"So small. So helpless and weak," he said to himself.

 

It would be so easy to kill him right now. The boy was at his mercy completely, and the thought of this was painfully arousing. William's cock was already fully erect, the light glinting off the red cone's dozens of sharp barbs. He was enamored with his own penis; he fancied his barbs looked like little diamonds all over it.

 

It was a shame that he would have to wait probably another half-hour for the kid to fully regain consciousness. I was never enjoyable enough unless his prey was awake and screaming and trying in vain to struggle against it.

 

"Oh, well. Plenty of time to savor the foreplay." William loved the sound of his own voice, so he talked to himself all the time.

 

He was going to spend a little longer fondling the kid, maybe frosting him with semen before restraining him fully. It was fine to do so; William was a cat, he could cum ten times a day and still be ready for more. The boy was starting to stir, however. Maybe he wasn't so frail, after all? Strange. He quickly removed the boy's clothes (well, more like tore them to shreds with his claws), smirking with delight when the underwear revealed an immature sheath and tiny marble-sized testicles covered by the same white fur as his belly.

 

"You're a feisty one, aren't you? So courageous, walking around by yourself, hm?" he purred to the empty room and the unconscious child. "Maybe I'll give you a reward for being so rude to me. I'll pop your balls in my mouth like little cherry tomatoes!"

 

He loved the taste of blood, incidentally.

 

William picked up the naked boy, sat him in the chair in the center of the room, and took a pair of handcuffs from his box of fun. Securing the boy's arms behind the chair by winding the cuff's chain between the bars of the chair's back, he stepped back to take a better look. He shook his head, still unsure.

 

"What a unique child you are. I'll be sure to remember you for the rest of my life. As well as what I'm going to DO to you..."

 

The boy's white belly and chest fur ran down the backs of his arms and legs, and was bordered by orange that also covered the front of his limbs, while his paws were dark grey with lighter fingers/toes. He was most unusual. His back was mostly a speckled grey color, except for a fringe of orange across his shoulders and back of his neck. His face was like a raccoon's, but he had the body of a fox. William knelt down and lifted the boy's large striped tail, seeing his buttocks were a lovely virginal white and surrounded seductively by a darker grey that ran across his lower back and hips. His feline cock grew harder and started dripping pre on the tile floor. He longed to lift the tail higher and see that little pink pucker that would soon be caressing his cock with blood as lube, but he restrained himself. For now.

 

"Such a sexy little boy you are," he said, walking to the child's pile of destroyed clothes.

 

The tiger found a wallet in the boy's shorts. Inside was, as expected, was a school ID card identifying him as a fifth-grader by the name of "Jacob". Amazingly, there was also over $200 in large bills. Orphans that age didn't have that kind of money; he must have stolen it.

 

"You must be quite the thief, Jacob," he said. "Too bad I'm about to steal... your innocence!"

 

And he laughed at his bad joke, laughing as before, deep and loud so as to shake the walls with all his confidence and strength. He laughed at his power, at the situation, at being able to get anything he wanted whenever he wanted, and he laughed at the pathetic helpless little chil—

The boy's eyes were open. Wide open. William stopped laughing so fast that it caught in the back of his throat and he gagged on it.

 

"Wh-what?" he said in a voice too quiet and too weak.

 

The kid was sitting complete upright, his deep blue eyes that William would have sworn to God were yellow before, looking right though him. Impossible! He should have been dazed and woozy for half an hour more, and probably should have puked at least once. Every kid he'd ever fucked after knocking them out with ether threw up one or two times as they woke up.

 

"My name is not Jacob," the boy said. Despite his desperate situation, he didn't seem afraid, just annoyed.

 

William laughed. "I'll call you whatever I want, my cute whore. You will call me 'sir' or 'William', understand?"

 

"Whatever you say, Willy," the boy spat. "My name is Xael."

 

William walked up and slapped the insolent brat hard in the face, pleased when he heard a sharp yelp. "Do NOT call me that, you little fuck!" he thundered.

 

The tiger turned away and went back to the box, retrieving a whip. He was glad he had tied the kid to the chair. He needed to be broken before the sex could start. Luckily, he enjoyed torture almost as much as the fucking. His cock was still good and hard, and he'd just thought about how much fun it would be to cum into the kid's fresh wounds. He spun around, fangs bared, ready to yell curses and promises of much pain at the boy until he wet himself in fear.  

 

The kid who called himself Xael was standing up, in front of the chair. His arms were at his sides, one scrawny wrist still attached to the handcuffs, the other free. His face was bright and beaming, and with a sudden rush of confusion William could see it was undamaged. He'd hit the boy HARD. He should have a bloody nose, a swollen cheek, and the beginning of a black eye, but there was nothing. For some reason, a very unfamiliar feeling trickled up his back like a scurrying mouse, and his fur stood on end.

 

Before he could react, the boy moved, and all William saw was a blur of greyish rushing toward him. His mind was still registering this movement, but he was already collapsing forward, a cry escaping his lips, his stomach exploding with pain. Such pain! The kid must have been concealing a gun or a knife somewhere. But... where?! Up his ass?? William fell to the floor, sliding down to one side of the little naked child, clutching his stomach. His face smashed onto the tile. He looked over and saw the boy's hand, clenching in a fist, with no weapon and no blood. There was no blood on his own fur, so he hadn't been shot or stabbed. Then, what?

 

A realization struck William. He knew this pain. He'd felt it before. Back when he was in middle school, and he had challenged a schoolyard bully who was twice his size. The older child had punched him once in the stomach and left him there, defeated. William had later come back with some friends and ambushed and beaten the bully to a bloody pulp, but at the time he thought he was dying. He had never felt such pain before, or since.

 

But he was feeling it now. How had this tiny kid gotten such a hit on him? Had he just been unprepared and taken by surprised? That must be it. Yet he was still on the ground.

 

"Hmph," said Xael. "Didn't take much. Are you sure you're a grownup? You've got an awful small dick for one."

 

William roared in rage and lunged at the boy, claws extended and ready to kill. Forget humiliating the kid, he was going to fuck a headless corpse tonight. The boy's foot flashed out and struck him square on the chin, and he went flying, really really flying. He hadn't even realized he'd been hit so hard until he slammed into the opposite wall of the little basement and collapsed back down to the tile. His head was spinning, his stomach turning with nausea, his whole body tingling and weak. As his head slumped forward, blood and two molars flowed out of his mouth, and half of one of his front fangs. He felt like he'd been hit by a car. This must be some kind of bad dream. It had to be.

 

"Confused, aren't'cha?" said the boy as he walked up, smug. "I get the feeling you've done this to some other kids, right? I bet they don't put up much of a fight when you tie them to a chair or bed. That's hardly fair."

 

The tiger watched, still paralyzed with pain and weakness, as Xael walked over to him. As he did so, he gripped the metal of the handcuff still on his wrist, and snapped it apart as if it were plastic, dropping it to the floor.  

 

"Well," said the boy. "This ain't fair, either."

 

He grabbed onto William's arm and threw him onto the bed, which collapsed with a metallic SCREECK under his weight. The tiger moaned with pain, his face shoved into a pillow; his shoulder felt like it might be dislocated. He felt the minimal weight of the boy as he climbed on top of his back. For some reason, this stupid kid was stronger than he was, and worse was as ruthless as he. William shook with fear because he knew he might actually be killed. How had this happened?

 

"Aw, what'sa matter?" Xael said with a boyish titter of laughter. "You're so small. So helpless and weak."

 

A shooting sensation halfway between pain and pleasure came to William as what felt like the point of a nail traced along several of the stripes along his back. He turned around to see that the boy had sharp retractable claws like his own, and had extended them. They were over an inch long and looked quite dangerous. Xael had a peculiar, dreamy look on his face as he doodled his claw along William's back.

 

"But'cha know," he said as he touched the tiger. "You're actually really kinda... pretty like this. Your fur is s'nice and soft."

 

It was absurd. He sounded like a kid describing a favorite toy. But a smell suddenly crossed William's nose, similar to the boy's own scent but rapidly becoming thick and musky. Xael was straddling his back, and he could just see out of the corner of his eye, that a slim canine penis was pushing out of the boy's tight sheath. The kid was getting aroused.

 

Oh no, he thought. Oh no no no no NO NO!!

 

William cried out and tried to lift up his body, but Xael slammed his head back down onto the mattress, holding his face down. The pillow absorbed his scream of pain and terror when his still-functioning arm was pulled back behind him, sharp claws stabbing into the flesh. He couldn't move. The kid felt as if he'd suddenly gained the weight of an elephant. He couldn't breathe! He was suffocating in the pillow, and just when his vision started to turn from red to black, his head was lifted back up. He gasped for breath, realizing with shame that his eyes were full of tears.

 

"Now, hold still for this, okay?" Xael said with all the seriousness of explaining a game to another child. "This can be fun for both of us, or just for me."

 

No! He was not about to be raped by a fucking child! He didn't care who he had sex with, but being a bottom was the ultimate in submission and unmanliness. He refused to do it. His asshole had never been penetrated by so much as a finger, and that wasn't going to change today! The tiger roared, struggling mightily underneath the small boy, but was immediately silenced into a weak whine. Xael gripped the fur on the back of his head and pulled his head backward, farther and farther until it felt like his neck might snap, and then placed the sharp claws of his other hand on William's tender throat. The points of his claws dug in enough so a bit of blood oozed out over them.

 

"Just fun for me, then," the boy said with a cute little growl. "But hold still so I don't accidentally kill you."

 

William slumped down, tears of shame and rage running freely now. The boy scooted down a little, pushed apart the tiger's thighs with one knee, and immediately mounted him. William let out a scream, more of surprise than pain, when the kid's little dick stabbed into his anus. Still holding one arm to keep him subdued, Xael fucked him briskly, his narrow hips slapping the adult's meaty buttocks. He moaned softly, and William cried out again. The boy may have been prepubescent, but he was a canine and so had a dick nearly as big as William's, and he had used no lubricant. It felt like sandpaper inside him, and almost worse was the way his claws sank deeper into his arm as the bones creaked. Xael's grip was tightening, his thrusts slowing and then he pushed once more inside and held very still, gasping and panting.

 

William sighed, knowing at least that his ordeal was over. Maybe after cumming the kid would even let him go. But his whole body went stiff with a sudden incredible pressure growing inside his ass. His eyes bulged out and he screamed with pain. The boy's knot was swelling inside, and fuck it must be HUGE! Unable to do much more, he squirmed and yelled in agony, an odd duet with Xael's high-pitched moans of orgasmic pleasure. The grip on his arm was suddenly released, and he felt the boy moving around. The pressure inside his anus became agonizingly painful as it was pulled and pulled, but somehow it held tight. Xael finished turning his body around, and his butt pushed back against William's with a wet SQUISH. He'd turned around like a feral dog.

 

The humiliation was almost overwhelming. The pain from being knotted still hadn't abated at all, and William turned his head to look at the kid. Xael had his back arched, his head held high, his muzzle open with his tongue lolled out one side. He was panting and whimpering with childish delight, his face flushed and his eyes rolled back. His swelled little-boy cock was throbbing, and throbbing HARD inside William, an orgasm brought at the tiger's own expense. The boy's large tail was whisking back and forth over William's back, tickling his neck.

 

Oh, man. He was going to find a way out of this yet! He was going to convince the boy to let him go, and then when he came across him again... he'd have a gun. He'd shoot the kid so full of holes his own bitch mother wouldn't recognize him! The police couldn't, wouldn't really investigate the death of some stupid little orphan, much less connect it to him. Sure, Xael had power and some bizarre strength over him right now, but William had much more. He had political connections, more money than God Almighty, and the fucking police. In fucking HIS. Back fucking pocket!! The kid was nothing.

 

As if to signal this sudden turn in William's mind, he felt the boy's penis starting to shrink inside of him. He was just starting to piece together a plan when he was struck dumb. Xael was giggling, and not in a cute way, but in a wow!-that-puppy-just-got-run-over-how-cool sort of way. It sent chills up his spine.

 

"You're lucky I'm just'a kid, Willy," said the boy. "I just get dry cums so I don't knot for very long." His penis plopped out and dragged across the tiger's thigh leaving a trail of pink fluid.

 

He turned back around, his face a wide smirk. He once again grabbed William's head, put his claws at his throat, and this time bent down as if to whisper in his ear. William could see that his knot had shrunk, but his little dick was still hard and out of his sheath.

 

Xael snarled: "But you're also UNLUCKY I'm just a kid. I'm NEVER satisfied with just one!"

 

He mounted the adult again, much more violently than before. William screamed as the claws on the back of his head dug into the scalp, then pulled away with a fistful of fur and flesh; blood ran down his face in rivers. The boy finished quickly, and once again the aching, searing pain exploded in his bowels as the knot swelled inside. Xael moaned and panted, and then collapsed onto William's wide back, letting out a purr of pleasure. It was over.

 

"Haa... hnn... whoo! Unnf, that was a good one!" Xael said happily. "I don't think I'm gonna need a third. Buuuuut..." and his voice dropped down to a menacing one, "that means I don't need YOU anymore~"

 

He arched his back and squared his hips, one leg suddenly pulling forward.

 

"I dun feel like waitin' this time."

 

He brought his foot down onto the bed next to William's thigh, and pushed against it while pulling back his hips. The big knot strained against the ring holding it.

 

William cried out: "No! No please don't! PLEASE stop! It's too big!!"

 

But it was no use. Xael's leverage with his one leg gave him all he needed, and he pulled again, and William's whole world became a blinding surge of pain as the knot ripped out of his tight, virginal anus. He screamed, and everything went dark.

 

He came to, realizing that not much time had passed. He felt as if a red-hot spike had been hammered up his ass, and he could feel blood dripping down from there, hot and sticky down his balls and his thighs. The pain at the back of his head had returned once more, and Xael was holding him there, standing next to the bed inches from him. William's vision cleared, and he was able to see what was there right before the stench struck his nose like a physical blow. A smell of blood, of shit, of sex, and a deep, overwhelming scent of a male's cock. He'd never had one this close to his face before.

 

William looked at Xael's canine boyhood, crushed at his weakness when he noticed just how small it really was. The knot that had felt so gigantic inside and that had ripped his tight ass wide open was only about the size of a tennis ball. Big for a kid, sure, but not nearly the size of an adult's. It was still fully swollen, though, twitching in the open air from the dry contractions, and dripping with blood, smeared with feces at the tip. It pushed against his mouth.

 

"Clean it," the boy said, menacingly. "And gently, or I'll rip yer brains outta your head!"

 

His claws dug in deep, grinding against his skull, and William had no choice but to obey. His small feline tongue came out of his mouth, and as gingerly as he could, he lapped up the mess from the little boy's cock. The taste of blood, once his favorite, seemed sour. Xael whimpered and trembled at the tiger's rough tongue, and as soon as his penis finished being cleaned, it shrunk and went back into his sheath, only the tip still poking out. William was about to close his mouth when a rich acidic taste shot over his tongue. He was so weak he couldn't pretend to resist when the boy held open his jaw and peed into his mouth. Xael sighed with relief as the yellow fluid ran in rivers down the adult's mouth and soaked into the pillow and mattress. It wasn't enough to just be raped, now he was using William as a toilet.

 

Mercifully, he let William go, but then unexpectedly climbed back onto the bed. The tiger felt the boy's rough pawpads as he stepped onto his back. He then shuffled around, turning and then squatting down with his butt hung low. He lifted his tail high.

 

Oh, no... please... no... he thought, to no avail.

 

Xael grunted, straining, and groaned with effort. As expected, the smell hit William first, shortly before the first log of shit plopped wetly onto his back. Several more followed as the boy emptied his bowels, making all sorts of lewd noises of relief. To be frank, William thought without humor, there was a shitload of it. The mess slopped over his shoulders and down the sides of his neck. The boy finished up, letting out a few wet farts, and then climbed off William.

 

For a moment, he thought he would once again have to use his tongue to clean the kid's ass, and he knew that would probably be enough to make him vomit from disgust. But Xael just grabbed William's long tail and shoved it between his legs, rubbing it back and forth like he were flossing teeth. He tossed aside the shit-smeared tail and walked back around, satisfied.

 

"Well, that's it then. M'done, Willy," he said. "That was fun!"

 

Surprisingly, William found the strength to at least turn himself over, his back aching (and covered with shit), his ass burning, his head dripping blood. But... he was alive. He looked at the boy with a blank look, able through sheer exhaustion to contain his satisfaction that he would live, after all. He would get himself fixed up and forget this day every happened.

 

"But I just want you to remember one thing," Xael said. "'Cause you still don't get it, do ya?"

 

William blinked in surprise, and then found himself pushed back by the boy, who leaned in close.

 

"You still haven't figured out why a little kid like me is so much stronger, huh?" he said. "Well, it's just the way I am."

 

His paw dropped down, gripped at William's balls. The tiger shook in fear.

 

"An' you have no idea of knowing what ELSE I can do, right?" he smirked.

 

William nodded in terror.

 

"You have no idea if I might have other powers. Like maybe I could be able ta, I dunno... shapeshift...?"

 

The implication of this rushed through William's mind. His eyes went wide.

 

"So I just want you to remember ME. Remember THIS, okay?" Xael said, squeezing down a little. "Whenever you're workin' or walking down the street, if you see some kid you wanna fuck? Remember me. Because wherever you go, wherever you HIDE, that kid just MIGHT BE ME. An' then you'll end up just like this allllll~ over again."

 

He squeezed even harder, and William started to whimper.

 

"Don't disappoint me... okay? I'll always be watching!" and he squeezed down hard, and his claws stabbed into the adult's testicles.

 

William collapsed without so much as a whine, and started to lose consciousness. As his vision fogged over, he watched the child open the door and walk away. He knew it then. He had been wrong about himself. He was just prey, just like everyone else. The real predator had been that boy.

 

                                                                    * * *

 

There were, that afternoon, a few reports of a grey-and-orange furred cub with a large tail running naked through the gated community. Somehow, he managed to get away without passing the guardhouse on the street. Police later found one William Thompson, dead in his home of a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

 

These events, of course, were never connected.