Missing Child Report

"I'm so sorry, officer", the fox mother sobbed, wiping at the rivers of tears streaming down her face with one hand, and holding herself up against the door frame with the other. She was clearly tired, with heavy bags under her eyes, and it looked like even standing at the front door of her house right now was a fight against exhaustion. She took a deep, quivering breath. "I... I... I'm trying to concentrate to remember, but I just... Oh God... I can't bear the thought of something happening to my sweet little angel... I'm so terrified. I can't stop thinking about... something horrible!"

Officer Brad Sanders frowned sadly in sympathy where he stood outside the Parker family's front door. "I understand, Mrs. Parker", the pit bull said. "To have such a young boy disappear like this... to simply not come home one night, without explanation... Please, take your time. You don't need to hide your emotions from me. I'm here to help".

"Oh God", the fox mother breathed heavily, fanning her face with a hand like she was trying to blow away her relentless tears. "You can't imagine how hard it's been..."

The pit bull police officer ceased taking notes down and held his clipboard against his chest, giving the fox his full attention. "Please, tell me. I want to know", he said with a kind smile. But when confusion flickered across the fox mother's face, he added. "It can help to say these things to someone".

Mrs. Parker's face softened. "I... I can't sleep. I can't focus. I keep... wandering around the house, looking out the windows, expecting to find him in his bed, or running towards the house. Every... ugh", she paused, as new streams of tears trickled down her muzzle, and she clenched her eyes shut with a look of pain across her face. "Every time I hear a noise, I think it's Andrew coming home! But it's never... I can't take this! My heart aches so badly".

"Mmm. Mmmm..." the pit bull said empathetically, nodding his head as he listened. "It sounds unbearable".

The fox looked at him with empty, watery eyes. "It is! He's so young, and I'm so scared".

Officer Sanders smiled encouragingly. "Well, once I file this missing person's report we'll have the whole city looking for him. And I'll do everything I can to make sure your little boy comes home safely".

Mrs. Parker smiled softly. "Thank you officer".

"Shall we keep going?"

* * *

As Brad returned to his police car, on the road outside the Parker residence, he stopped to give a goodbye wave to Mrs. Parker. The fox mother, eyes brimming with both fear and hope, still lingered in the doorway -- perhaps wishing good luck to the officer, who was her best chance of finding Andrew and bringing him home safely. She waved in return, and then slowly closed the door behind herself as she stepped back inside.

The pit bull gripped his car door handle, but paused to think about Mrs. Parker -- the depths of her despair, the raw, unbearable pain she was living with. She was right. He hadn't been able to imagine what it was like for her to be living with the agony of a missing son, a sweet seven year old boy, unsure if he would come home, or whether something terrible had happened to his innocent little soul.

That's why he made sure he was the one to come file the missing person's report. As he swung the car door open and stepped inside, he was careful to avoid stepping on the seven year old boy bound and gagged in the area below his steering wheel.

Then he shut the door, flopped back in his seat, and groaned heavily. "Guhhhhh. Fuck!" He wasted no time unbuckling his pants and pulling out his bulge. His cock was rock hard and aching for some love.

He wanted to know how much pain he'd caused. He needed to know. And fuck, listening to the terrified mother sob and moan was so intense he was unsure he'd be able to keep it together. His cock had throbbed and drooled the whole time, and he'd needed to strategically hold his clipboard to avoid giving up the game. But the woman was clueless. Rather hilariously, she totally believed he was going to try to save her son.

He gave the little brat at his feet a rough kick, and Andrew whimpered into his gag of musky underwear. "Just spoke to your mum, kiddo", he growled, licking his lips and sneering at the terrified little boy's face. "She wouldn't stop crying. I can see where you get it from".

"Mnnngh... mmmmhh!" the boy whimpered. It was such a sexy noise. To his credit, the little champ had behaved like he'd been told while Brad was interviewing his mother. The boy hadn't tried to escape the car, as far as he could tell. Of course, telling Andrew that he would blow his mother's brains out with his pistol if he did try to run probably played a convincing role in his good behaviour.

Brad grabbed the fox's hair and pulled the boy's head up between his legs, holding it there by squeezing his thighs together, as he reached for his clipboard. "Hey kiddo, check this out", he said, ripping the first few pages of his notepad off and flipping them around to show to Andrew. With a grin, he said, "You see this? These are the details your mother patiently gave me in hopes of someone finding you. Name is Andrew. Short, young, skinny orange fox with brown hair. Blah blah blah. A very happy and cheerful boy, likely wearing a t-shirt with a picture of a cartoon character on it". He laughed, looking down at his young victim -- tearful, naked, and bruised, with cum-stuck fur. "Well, that ain't true anymore! Guess it's all useless!"

He tore the pages to pieces and shoved them into his own mouth, buzzing with glee as the young boy looked up at him with pathetically sad eyes. He chewed until the pages had turned to pastey white goop, and then spat what was left of them onto the young fox's face, where it splattered over one of his eyes and slowly drooled down his face.

Brad chuckled happily. Cruelly. "Alright, I've gotta say, chatting to your mum and hearing her sob her heart out really got me worked up. So now there's something big and angry you oughta take care of for me". He slipped some fingers down his precum-drenched underwear and pulled out his slippery boner. "Fuck, these are soaking wet with cock slop", he said, wiping some of the juice off his fingers into Andrew's face fur. "They'll make a great gag for ya when we get you home again tonight".

Andrew's scared whimper became louder and clearer as Brad tugged the gag from his mouth, but not for long. With fingers gripping the boy's hair tightly, he pulled the boy forward and crammed his tiny mouth full of fat dog cock, quickly bottoming out against the back of his throat, but not stopping there. "Grrrr! Fuck! Take that dick you little whore! Suck me off while your bitch mother's sitting in your house crying and whining. Mmmmm!"

Tears flew from Andrew's muzzle as the big dog angrily wrenched his little head up and down on his stiff dick. The cub's whole body jerked and squirmed as his throat was stretched and his air was cut off, but there was little he could do with his hands tied to his feet behind his back.

"Ugggggh! Hell yeah!" Brad roared while pleasure tingled through his cock and balls. He'd been abusing the kid almost non-stop for days now, and the little bitch was so much fun. But, unbelievably, it felt even better after meeting his mother and seeing her heartbreak first-hand -- knowing that his pleasure was as deep as the mother's despair. With the sounds of Mrs. Parker's sobs echoing in his ears, he slammed the kid's tiny head up and down while gripping his steering wheel tightly, groaning in a low, pleasured voice, "Fuck. My balls have never felt this full. I think we'll be goin' at it all night, kiddo. Whaddya think? Mmmmm. Yeah. How about I crack open a few beers and throat-rape ya for hours and hours? Then when I go to bed I, ungh... strap ya to my thighs under the blanket, so your face is in my crotch, breathing nothing but my ball funk all night, and every time I get a sleepy boner I just cram it inside ya until I empty my balls? Fuck yeah. I won't even need to get up to piss!" he laughed.

The little boy's body twisted and jerked frantically between Brad's legs, his lungs heaving desperately for air, which only provided a nice sucking feeling around the dog's cock head, which was pulsing and twitching hard. His slobber oozed down the bigger male's red shaft, mixing with the precum and sweaty musk in his ball sack, inside of which Brad's testicles were buzzing and gurgling. "Shit! Mnnnngh!" the officer grunted, slobbering as well. "This is gonna be my heaviest load yet. You can thank your mother for this one! Fuuuuuucck!"

He fucked the preteen's throat as fast and hard as he possibly could, using all the force he could summon, and when he felt himself tumble over the blistering edge of bliss, he shoved his cock deep inside the little whore's throat as deep as it would go and groaned loudly. "Fuck yeaaaaaaaahhh!"

Andrew gagged and choked, his convulsing throat massaging the dog's stiff rocket as it spurted thick waves of sperm inside him. Brad's whole body shivered with pleasure and he grunted, "Drink it down, kiddo! There's plenty more where that came from. Enough to last ya the rest of your life! However long I decide that to be. Fuuuuck!"

He gripped the boy's hair with both hands and plowed the wet throat, so tight his fat rod that it almost hurt, bucking his hips up and down so hard his police car rocked back and forth. "Fuckin drown in my sperm, ya little whore. It's all you're good for! Uggggggghh!" Each time his cock squirted, his whole body convulsed with a wave of pleasure.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, the tension faded from his body and left a warm glow in its wake. He released Andrew's hair, and the cub threw his weight backwards to free his throat, falling into a heap. He coughed and gasped for air, shuddering with pain, thick cock slop drooling from his lips down his chest. Brad watched him, grinning, as he slipped his softening cock back inside his underwear. Afterwards, he unkindly dragged the kid up via one of his arms and threw him into a heap in front of the passenger's seat instead, preparing to drive home.

He started his engine, but paused to look out the window at the Parkers' house one more time. Andrew's father would be home from work soon, probably with a six-pack of beer to drown his pain. Andrew's younger sister would be home from school, and the parents would have to hide their tears and sobs to protect her from their fear. And the mother was home right now, and Brad imagined her sitting at the dining room table, crying into her paws, listening desperately for the sound of her son knocking on the door... praying for it.

And he laughed to himself.

Andrew's torture would end, eventually. When the boy was completely broken and Brad had used him for all he was worth. But he still hadn't decided which of the two options he'd go for when the time came.

Dumping the kid in the ocean and leaving Andrew's mother to suffer through the eternal torture of never knowing what happened to her sweet son, and never finding his body.

Or watching while she opened the front door one day to find her son's cum-bloated, piss-soaked body on the doorstep with a bullet through his skull.