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With a string of fish flung over his shoulder, Will scampered through the forest, a toothy grin stretched across his face as he crawled under wind-toppled trees and hopped over moss-covered logs. Although it wasn’t particularly remarkable, he knew his mom and Jonathan would shower him with praise for catching a few small fish. Blush creeping into his cheeks, his grin grew wider as he imagined his mom wrapping him in a bone-breaking hug, whispering, “That’s my boy!” into his hair. “Those gotta be the biggest fish anyone's ever caught in the river!” Is what he knew Jonathan would say, his face lighting up with a wide smile, despite his meager catch measuring less than a foot in size.
Will’s thoughts jumped from flowery compliments to the fish feast his mom would make for dinner. Wondering what his mom would create using his catch, he just hoped she didn’t make them into a fish-head pie. The last time she made fish-head pie, it tasted amazing, but he couldn’t help but shudder at the icy stares the soulless little fish heads seemed to bore into him with each spoonful he shoveled into his mouth.
Too distracted by what his mom would make for dinner, the hungry boy missed the snare trap that lay just a few steps ahead.
With the sudden snap of a branch, Will was swept off his feet and strung up into the trees by the ankle. Jagged branches stabbed and clawed at his pale skin as he flailed around like a rag-doll, his limbs thrashing helplessly. His eyes, widened in terror, darted around, trying to make sense of the disorienting maze of twisted trees and dense undergrowth in the topsy-turvy forest. His blood was already rushing to his head, making his heart pound in his ears as he struggled against the scratchy rope snagged around his ankle.
Will knew what happened to animals left in snare traps like this. His father had spared no gruesome detail when describing it to him in some strange attempt to man him up. His insides still shuddered at the thought of ending up like that, his cold, lifeless body dangling from a rope until whatever lazy hunter made this trap finally checked it.
Taking a deep uneven breath, Will’s voice cracked as he choked out a strangled, “Help!” only to slap a hand over his mouth when a wave of nausea washed over him. “H-help!” he shouted again, electing a shrill cackle from the forest floor below.
“Told you my trap would work!” a high, scratchy voice announced proudly, “and lookit, it’s already caught us a cuddly widdle bunny!”
Will’s eyes darted around, trying to find whomever was speaking but saw nothing and no one.
“Don’t go bragging at me yet, you dirty dog fucker!” another deeper voice sneered. “Not when the only thing you’ve caught is all skin and bones!”
Before he could see who was talking, Will plummeted to the forest floor below, hitting the ground with a thud. The fall knocked the wind out of the boy as a sharp, searing pain ripped through his ribs and shoulder. He writhed in the dirt, struggling to catch his breath only for a heavy leather boot to come crashing down on his chest. His face twisted into a grimace of horror and his eyes welling up with tears as he looked up into the grotesque, grinning face of a beady-eyed goblin.
Heart thundering against his presumably broken ribs, Will’s breath came out in rapid, shallow gasps as he took in the goblins’ grotesque appearance. He shuddered at its gnarled, overlong arms and rough, blemish-covered green skin. Draped in tattered scraps of leather and animal pelts covered in grime, it had a wild, menacing gleam in its yellowing eyes.
“It looks scrawny, but I’m sure it’ll taste better than those minging squirrels you keep finding!” the goblin growled, rivets of drool dribbled down its chin as it eyed Will hungrily. “I bet if we slow roast him, what little meat he has will fall right off the bone.”
His wide eyes filling with horror, Will’s frantic gaze scanned the goblin’s emaciated form, jumping from its pointed ears to its jagged nails resembling dirt-caked claws, until they settled on the tattered loincloth that barely hid the goblin’s monstrous cock.
“What’s with that look, little bunny?” asked the goblin, who’d firmly planted its boot on Will’s heaving chest. Its sinister grin stretched wider, exposing jagged, pointed teeth as it pulled aside its loincloth. “See something you like?” It said, its voice brimming with sadistic delight as it reached down to fondle its filthy cock.
Trembling, Will struggled against the goblin’s filthy boot as he stammered, “N-no, I don’t I-I.” which elected another round of high-pitched cackles.
Digging the heel of its dirty boot into Will’s chest, the goblin turned to its companion and sneered. “Don’t just stand there, go get a fire going, you slimy axe wound!” It shouted before pulling a twisted little dagger from the peeling leather belt it had slung over its shoulder. “I’ll get our little bunny ready for supper.” The goblin’s grin widened, pinning Will’s arms to the ground as it dropped onto his chest and buried a gnarled hand into his hair.
Tears welled up in Will’s eyes as he felt the goblin press its blunted little dagger to his throat.
“That’s right cry, little bunny.” The goblin cooed, dabbing away a tear from the boy’s face with a long finger before sucking it into its mouth with a hum. The hand it had buried in Will’s hair shook with excitement as it ran the dagger along his smooth, pale skin. “I’ll turn those little bunny teeth into a bracelet or maybe a necklace after I’m done chopping you up!” the goblin teased, “But don’t worry, I’ll be carful with your feet. I’d hate to ruin a pair of lucky rabbits’ feet!”
The goblin snorted with laughter, giving a sharp tug to Will’s hair before leaning down and shoving its nose into the crook of his neck. Taking a deep raspy breath, the boy’s scent, a sweet delicate smell tinged with fear, filled the goblin's nostrils. “You smell good, little bunny,” it hummed, its hot breath washing over Will’s face as it spoke. Sitting up, the goblin swayed back and forth, fresh rivers of drool oozing down its chin as its slit-like pupils dilated, as if in a daze. “Very good,” it growled.
His voice cracking, Will screamed, “Help, J-Jonathan help!” as he struggled under the goblin’s weight.
“Help me! Help me!” the goblin mocked, yanking off its tattered loincloth to reveal its filthy, rock-hard cock. “No one’s coming to save you,” it giggled, twisting its spindly hand deeper into Will’s hair. “But don’t worry, little bunny, you’re gonna like being the new splooge-rag for me and my mates.” Wiping the drool from its chin, the goblin lathered its grimy cock with the foul ooze before grinding it against the boy’s face.
Will shuddered as the hot, slimy appendage dragged against his cheek, leaving a trail of goo. The repulsive stink wafting off the goblin’s cock was enough to make the boy’s stomach churn and his eyes water. Its bristly pubic hair scratched and irritated his face. Tears streaming down his face, Will whined when he felt the filthy creature’s hot pre-cum ooze onto his face. It leaked down the sides of his face and into his hair.
Spewing out a sickening string of obscenities, the goblin took its time rubbing its slimy cock into the boy’s face, making sure to include its sour, sweaty balls in the fun.
With nothing else he could do, Will screwed up his eyes and tried to let his thoughts wander from the terrible situation he found himself in. The first thought that didn’t include grotesque goblins was one of his best friend Mike, who had always dragged him into the forest by the hand in search of gnomes and fairies. If Mike had gone fishing instead of hanging out with that girl, things might have been better. He would’ve insisted he stay at the lake longer, wanting to catch the biggest fish possible.
Feeling the creature’s cock prod at his lips, Will’s thoughts were interrupted. He clenched his teeth and turned his head away as far as it could go. The idea of having to endure the intrusion of this repulsive thing’s cock in his mouth filled him with disgust.
Giggling at the pathetic show of defiance, the goblin yanked at Will’s hair as it slapped the boy with its heavy, slimy cock. “Open that pretty mouth of yours, little bunny,” it said, digging the bulbous tip of its cock into Will’s cheek, “or I’ll have to find another hole to stick my cock in.”
With fresh tears streaming down his face, Will did as he was told and reluctantly let the goblin turn his head back. He grimaced when he felt the goblin’s spindly hand tighten its grip on his hair and jabbed its cock at his lips again.
Eagerly prying the boy’s mouth open, the goblin pulled back its loose, droopy foreskin, giving Will a good look at its dirty dark purple head before shoving it to the back of his throat.
Will choked and gagged around the filthy thing. The goblin’s grimy cock felt rough against his tongue and teeth, like he was trying to eat a sandy slab of meat. He doubted biting down with all his strength would even break the creature’s leathery skin. His stomach lurched as the giggling goblin struggled to force as much of itself into his mouth.
Using Will’s mouth as its personal fuck hole, the goblin thrust into him with reckless abandon, grinding hard against his teeth and stabbing at the back of his throat. Its cock sunk deeper and deeper into Will’s throat with every harsh, painful thrust it made. After a few brutal thrusts, the goblin would keep its cock buried in the boy’s mouth, moaning as Will’s throat constricted and tightened around its cock as he struggled to breathe. The goblin’s balls slapped loudly against Will’s chin, making the boy aware of just how much of the filthy creature’s cock the goblin had shoved down his throat.
The goblin’s guttural snorts, like a wounded beast, sent shivers down Will’s spine, each breath growing heavier with each menacing growl. Its movements became more jerky and unpredictable. “You feel so good, little bunny!” The goblin huffed, “Get ready for a job well done!” it shouted before slamming its cock into Will's throat, burying the boy’s nose in its greasy patch of pubes.
Will’s eyes widened in horror as he felt the goblin’s body tense up, its cock throbbing in his mouth, flooding it with thick cum that made him choke and sputter. The taste was nauseating, akin to a slimy blend of spoiled milk and rancid eggs that lingered on his tongue. Cum spilled from the corners of his mouth and poured down his chin as he desperately fought to not to swallow.
“What? Don’t like the taste?” the goblin chuckled, forcefully pulling its cock from Will’s mouth until only the throbbing head was left inside. “Too bad! Swallow every drop!” It thrust back into the boy’s mouth as hard as it could, shooting another hot glob of cum down Will’s throat.
Similar to the time Mike made a funny joke while he was drinking milk, foul goblin cum streamed from Will’s nose, making him gag and cough. He squirmed in disgust with each gooey spurt that was forced down his throat directly into his stomach, struggling to breathe through his cum stuffed sinuses.
“Yeah, now you can’t get enough, can you, little bunny?” The goblin chuckled, intentionally misinterpreting Will’s frantic resistance for a perverse display of desire as it yanked its cock out of Will’s gurgling mouth and sprayed his face with a few weak shots of its foul cum. “Yeah, take it!” It huffed, pumping furiously at its cock. It staggered back, panting as the last of its orgasm dribbled into Will's hair. Using its softening cock, the goblin smeared its load into Will’s face, making sure every inch of the boy’s face was covered before heaving a deep contented sigh as it climbed off of the boy.
Will gagged, tears running down his face along with slimy streams of cum, as he rolled over and sat up on his knees. His stomach churned as he wiped the filth from his face with the hem of his tunic, grimacing as the taste of bile rose in the back of his throat. Swaying back and forth, he felt a wave of nausea crash over him as he doubled over and started dry-heaving. Unfortunately for Will, goblin cum tasted just as disgusting coming up as it did going down. Between sobs and hiccups, he couldn’t hold back the urge to empty his guts onto the forest floor. With each purge, a jolt of agony ripped through his bruised ribs, making him cry out in pain, a raw, guttural sound that sent the goblin into fits of cackling laughter.
“Don’t worry, little bunny,” the goblin chuckled, lazily stroking its cum covered cock as it watched Will throw up. It massaged its balls, no doubt trying to churn up another fat load to force down the Will’s throat once it caught its breath. “I’ve plenty more where that came from!”
Burying his face in his trembling hands, Will couldn’t stop himself from crying. Who knew how long the filthy little goblin would use him. He’d heard whispers of lost souls found raped and mangled in the woods, and he knew his fate would be no different. The grim thought sent a shiver down his spine. His tiny body shook and shuddered with each sob that ripped from his sore throat, making a ragged, choked sound.
“Cry all you want, little bunny!” The goblin’s raspy voice boomed, its laughter shaking the leaves of the nearby trees. A grin stretched across the wicked little creature’s face as it kicked Will in the back of the head, the sickening thud a joyful tune to its twisted ears. “Ain’t nobody gonna hear you!” it said, tugging off the boy’s tunic, leaving him in nothing but his short trousers that cuffed just above the knee.
“No, please!” Will cried weakly when he felt the goblin tugging his trousers down his thighs. As the goblin lunged, he frantically tried to scramble away, but the goblin was faster. With a sharp rip, the goblin tore his trousers from his legs, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.
“You’ve got yourself a nice little tail,” the goblin grinned, pawing at Will’s backside before digging its claws into his naked ass. “So soft!” it hissed, sinking its pointed teeth into the boy’s delicate, pale flesh, making him scream in pain.
Will thrashed and kicked wildly, choking out sobs, until the nasty little creature finally let go and brought a clawed hand down on his ass hard.
“Such a noisy little bunny.” the goblin chuckled, climbing over Will’s legs and spreading his buttcheeks as far as they would go.
Will shuddered, goosebumps prickling at his skin when the goblin’s rough, calloused thumb caressed his most private area.
“What a precious little pussy!” the goblin cooed, watching Will’s pink little hole twitching with a wicked grin. Licking its thin lips, drool spilled down its chin as it leaned in and buried its greasy face between the boys buttcheeks.
Will’s breath hitched in his throat, his face flushed bright red with a mixture of horror and embarrassment when he felt the goblin drag its slimy tongue from his balls to the cleft of his ass. He squirmed, his little hole winking and spasming as the goblin lapped at his innocence. He clenched as hard as he could whenever he felt the goblin’s tongue prod at his entrance, trying to worm its way deeper. Burying his face in his hands, he felt like he would throw up again, but more disturbingly, he could feel a tingly heat building behind his tiny cock.
“Mmm, you taste good, little bunny.” the goblin hummed, licking its lips as it pulled its head from between Will’s buttcheeks. Crawling up the boy’s legs, its wicked grin grew wider as it slapped its cum coated cock on the boy’s ass.
Bitting down on the sleeve of his tunic, Will trembled as he tried to prepare himself for what was to come. While the boy had dealt with bloody noses, chipped teeth, and broken bones in the past, he had never had something shoved up his ass before. If the horror stories and crude jokes he’s heard from the older villagers down at the local tavern were true, he knew it would be a very painful experience.
The snap of a bowstring and the ear-splitting squeal of a goblin wrenched Will from his grim thoughts. Pulling his face from his hands, he looked to his right and there, with an arrow jutting from its chest, was a goblin he hadn’t known was watching his assault.
“Cock sucking son of a whore!” the goblin shouted, its cum covered cock swinging wildly as it jumped to its feet. Before it could so much as brandish its twisted little dagger, an arrow pierced its head with a sickening thud, making it crumple to the ground.
Slowly sitting up, Will heard a gruff, “Get up!” before being pulled to his feet.