As Randy entered with bowl full of sardines, raccoon man licked his chops and gestured with his clawed hand for Randy to feed him.
Randy giggled and stood next to the bed with the bowl in one hand, and dangling a sardine by its tail over the raccoon's mouth. The raccoon man leaned up and devoured the fish.
"Yum! More!"
After Randy fed him the third sardine, the raccoon man said, "Try one!"
Randy looked at the little fish shrugged and popped it in his mouth. He chewed, and said, "Mm, salty!" Then he popped another one in his mouth.
The next thing he new he was doubled over in pain. The raccoon man had punched him in the balls and extracted the sardine from Randy's mouth and eaten it. While Randy was on his knees with his chest on Ryan's bed, the raccoon man hopped down and stripped Randy's shorts off him. Whether the raccoon man had super strength or just knew a thing or two about leverage, Randy was caught off guard, he was heated all the way on to the bed, and the raccoon man began spanking him.
"I said you could have one! The sardines are mine. If you're going to be my slave boy, you need to learn your place!" He continued beating Randy's ass red.
Randy was embarrassed, whether it was the spanking, being dominated by a little raccoon a third his size or the idea of being a slave boy, he didn't want anyone to see his massive boner leaking precum on Ryan's bedspread.
The next thing Randy knew was he was on his back with his erection exposed, his shorts were in his mouth, and his wrists and ankles were tied to Ryan's bedposts with Ryan's dirty tube socks. Raccoon man strolled over to the open door. He closed it. He locked the door, and dimmed the light. He climbed on the bed and sat cross legged on Randy's chest with his musky crotch inches from Randy's face. He took the bowl of sardines and slowly ate every last one. He belched loudly. Leaned in over Randy until his wet nose touched Randy's nose. He whispered.
"Don't worry boy, I'll feed you when I wake up. He patted his jockstrap suggestively. Randy stared at the pouch. It looked like his kid brother's face was embossed on it. The face seemed to mouth the word HELP. Randy was hard again. The raccoon man curled up on Randy's torso and went to sleep.
Randy's mind was racing. This wasn't a robot. It was a real living breathing animal sleeping on him. It said that he was the raccoon's slave boy and that Ryan was his jockstrap. Was he an alien from another planet? Or-?
The raccoon man started moving in his sleep. His tail lashed Randy's cock. Ooh, aah. "Gah!" Gasped Randy into his gag. The random furry brushing his cock was edging him in the worst way. He wondered in the raccoon was really asleep.