Willy's Adventures In Banking
by BunnyCub
This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to Bunnycub
Warning the story contains consensual sexual encounters between an adult males and a male cub. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy

Willy sat in the corner quietly playing with toy cars as his parents talked with the loan officer. The 7-year-old brown squirrel didn't know why they made him come to this, but he didn't care too much; he could entertain himself.   
"So we were hoping to go on a month-long vacation, really more of a second honeymoon of it,"   says Willy's mom, a large gray squirrel. " We were looking over the loan's rates and think one of your specialty collateral loans would be perfect for us."
Willy's dad, a smaller red squirrel, reaches out, laying a paw onto his wife's hand.  "Yes, we feel it would kill two birds with one stone.  What do you think of our chances for getting the loan approved?"
The loan officer smiles over at the two adults.   "Well, I can't say for certain, but I do think it looks good."  The raccoon shuffles some paperwork on the desk. "Your credit score looks good, the loan amount isn't too extravagant, and both of you have an income level that shouldn't make repayment a problem. Let's finish out the paperwork, and I'll examine the quality of the collateral, and we'll send it off for approval.   I shouldn't say this, but I think we should be able to finalize this loan before lunch".   
The little squirrel hears all this but doesn't care; it's nothing to do with him.  He studies the playmat with its hatch work pattern of city streets, and he races along with them with the much cooler dump-truck, easily beating the boring four-door sedan.
"Alright, Sign here, here, and finally right here." says the raccoon tapping spots on the paperwork.  "Alright, now, lastly, I need you to sign this waiver."
Mama sits up.  "A waiver? what's that for?"
The banker smiled, "It's just your formal consent allowing us to inspect the collateral to make sure it's in the condition you listed it."  He folds his hands in his lap, smoothing down his slacks. "The waiver is for your protection; it waives the bank's rights to file for compensation if there are any unforeseen circumstances that lead to depreciation that would exceed the norm. It also provides consent for myself and the loan board to examine the collateral in question. It's just the standard boilerplate."
Both Mama and Daddy finish signing and smile.  "So what is next?"
The raccoon shuffles the papers on his desk, patting them into a neat, tidy pile.  "Now, I need to do an in-depth examination of the collateral.  so let's get started."  The raccoon stands up, rolling up his sleeves. 
With his red-brown paw, Daddy reaches over, tapping Willy on the head, waking the boy from his daydreams.  "Okay sport, we are almost done here, so come on." The little squirrel nods to his daddy and clambers to his feet. The bigger fur then scoops up his son before care setting him down on the strange raccoon's desk. Confused, the little squirrel grips his fluffed-up tail, trying to hide his face behind it. Back home, he's not supposed to climb on the furniture.
"Alright." says the bank man, cracking his knuckles loudly. "It says your name is William, correct?". He pauses as the boy nods.  "Do you know why you're here, son?" the parents move back from the desk, taking seats in a more comfortable loveseat along the back wall.  "Well, my boy, your Mommy and Daddy need money, and we at the bank can--with your help--get them their money.  Are you willing to help your mommy and daddy?" The little cub nods as he sucks his thumb, still hugging that big fluffy tail. "Good, then let's get started; take off your shirt."
This surprises Willy, who looks over at his parents.  Mama just nods that it is okay. So the boy struggles out of his blue paw patrol t-shirt.  It proves more complicated than expected as he forgot to undo the overalls shoulder straps first. But the nice raccoon man helps him.
	The man grins a bit harder, looking like he's kinda hungry.  "Okay, now take off your pants."
Willy's eyes go wider at this, and once more, he looks back towards his folks.  This time thou Mama looks like she's getting mad.  "Just do as the nice man says."
The raccoon rubs his paws together as the jean overalls hit the desktop. He doesn't bother asking now, just reaching out, grabbing the hem of the boy's underwear and tugging them down to his ankles before sweeping all the clothes off the desk.  He starts to pace, walking around the boy and pulling out his phone taking pictures from every side.   "Hmmm, yes, very nice, looks to be in good shape." He stops once more in front of the now trembling cub.  Leaning in paws gripping the boy's muzzle, prying open his mouth, looking at his teeth and throat.  "Good shape here," he sticks two fingers into the boy's muzzle. "Close your mouth and suck like it's a candy." the banker smiles into the lad's face as little eyes go wide, but he listens, suckling gently.  The feeling of the lad's lips and tongue wrapped around his fingers is a good one, "ooooh good, good no teeth contact, lads a natural." He starts to daydream, pushing those fingers in and out to the rhythm of the suction.
Willy is scared; it was kinda embarrassing before, but now as the man's fingers run down his belly fur, he shudders. Then the man grabbed onto his pee-pee, and the little boy just squeaked, trying to jerk back. His mom's angry voice, however, stopped him flat. He glanced over at his mommy and noticed that his daddy's hand had pushed down into the front of her pants.
"William Charles Knuttmonch!" The tone of his mother's angry voice was high, but he could hear her panting funny in the pauses.  "You will not embarrass me like this; you will behave and do as your told." In the silence following, the little boy could have sworn he could hear a moist wet furtive sound coming from that corner.  
The banker's paws were warm as those delicate raccoon fingers fondled the little cub's ball sack...  "mmmm fairly firm, no signs of strain."  they then trace up the boys now plumping sheath. He's scared, but he's still a boy, and his body reacts on its own. He strokes the squirrel cub to full chub, tugging down the sheath to show the little pink member.  "little small but in the average for his age,  a good reaction too."  The older man leans down and slurps his tongue, flickering up along the underside of the cub's member trailing up the thick vein before suckling on the head for a moment. It was too much for the boy, and Willy's knees go weak.  It's a bit fast, but it was the cub's first time, and he doesn't know what happened.  He falls back, pulling his wet prick from the banker's muzzle. The raccoon half-expected this and was ready;  he slid a paw around the boy supporting his back, letting him fall to his knees.  He then eases the boy down onto his back. "That's a very good reaction.". He rolls the boy onto his belly and lifts his tail. He sits down behind his desk and opens a drawer pulling out a small tub popping the top.
Through half-lidded eyes, the boy looks to his parents, cheek resting on the padded leather desktop. He sees that not only does his daddy have his paw down the front of his mom's pants, but she returned the favor.  Both parents look flushed, and their paws wouldn’t stay still.  
Those delicate banker's hands examine the little squirrel's rump; he gripped the little bubble butt squeeze the cheeks firmly.  The coon growls softly, his cock rock hard.  He thought he could take the boy right here, knock out the cub's first service.  It allowed as part of the examination, His eyes flick over to the parents, daddy who looked ready to cream his jeans was two knuckles deep in mommy, who in turn looked like if she hasn't once already, she'll be coming soon.  They'd be into it he thinks,  definitely would love to see him bust a nut deep into the little Knuttmunch. But no, as tempting as it is, there is that pregnant mouse couple later with their six-year-old daughter. He'll wait for that examination.  He sits at his desk and leans in, both paws spreading that little boy's ass, so he and lays a light lick along with his pucker.  "Very firm, and very nice.” The boy whimpers softly, the raccoon smiles, dipping a thumb into the open tub of lubricant.  The hand goes back, strong fingers pressing into tender cheeks as the now slick thumb rubs along that pucker. The little squirrel eeps as the coon presses in, working that tight little ring with his thick thumb.  
The boy starts to whine then, the man was careful, but this is new and different; it doesn't hurt really, but it aches,  that changes as he pushes in more.  The tip of the thumb ached as his tail hole was stretched, but as it pushed down past the knuckle, the boy starts to squirm as it stretches more and more.
The banker smiled as he twists his thumb once to make the boy squeal.  "Good flex there, and quite a grip on the boy." he pulls the thumb out, leaving the cub gasping. He starts to whistle as he dips two fingers in the goop before pressed back down.  
Willy’s eyes went wide after he'd thought it was all over; now, he feels something stretching him even wider than before. He squeals, gripping the desk, gritting his teeth, and hunching his back against the intruder. His eyes dart towards the sofa,  his mommy sits there legs spread, slacks unbuttoned and a dark patch starting to spread, eyes glazed and tongue lolling to one the side. Her paw still down the front of daddy's pants, moving slower now but still doing something,  and something thick and white is seeping through daddy’s pants where mommy is working.  
The banker hums softly; the squeals as he twists his wrists were so tempting, but he knew he had to stay strong. After this, there was the Loliskis' appointment and their darling daughter.  He curls his fingers with a practiced flair knowing just where to touch, and like a man flipping a switch, the boy just collapses, the rub to his prostate just too much. "A very fine reaction.  Well, that's all I need. I’ll send this over to the loan committee, and we should hear back soon.  If you like, you can stay in the waiting room, or we have your number, but I do want to let you know these sorts of decisions are usually pretty quickly done." The banker returns to his desk, typing out his observations before sending off the completed forms.

***

Willy whimpers softly; he was scared. When they put him in the machine, the men said he'd get used to it, but the little squirrel doesn't know-how.  He doesn't know what they want him to do. No one told him that; most just smirked when he asked. His jaw feels funny since they put something on his teeth, making it so he can't fully close his mouth,  and the thing he's sitting on feels weird; it tingles across his bum, making his tail hole twitch and clench every few seconds. It feels weird.  he didn't get much of a look at the machine he got locked into before the blindfold and noise-canceling earbuds were put on. But he knows he's strapped into a sitting position, his head and paws locked into a padded pillory. He whimpers again, but he can't even hear his own voice. He's tempted to yell for help but was told that's against the rules, and the shock he got the only time he tried scared him. There is plenty of padding behind him, though, and while it's not uncomfortable, it was scary.
Marcus walked over to the remote kiosk. He needed some cash, and the dealer on tenth doesn't take debit.  It should be quick, easy in and out, but the teenaged dingo happened to glance down at the optional extra services.  He thought the soft reddish squirrel in the restraints was kinda cute. His soft-looking belly was bare, and the boy couldn't help but stroke it.  Next to the boy's hand, a little panel lit up, displaying a welcome message in cheerful-looking script along with how much the boy was being held for. When Marcus saw the amount, the dingo just whistled.
WELCOME TO PEOPLE’S HERITAGE AND HOLDINGS & CREDIT UNION
Hi, I'm Willy, I'm new. 
Please choose one of the following service options below.
"That's a lot of cash, little dude." his eyes skimmed the options.  "Don't got much time, but maybe a quickie would help out." Marcus slid his bank card into the slot, punched in his pin, and picked the fastest option.  
Willy tries to jump when he feels the touch, but he can't move.  Then a soft voice interrupts the easy kids pop song remix that was the soundtrack playing through his earbuds. 
"Oral sex selected, prepare to service." 
He feels the tough bite-pads wedged between his back teeth start to inflate, forcing his mouth open. It's not too long after that something thick and slightly salty slips into his muzzle, causing the boy to gag slightly as that same soft voice moans into his ears in a rhythmic tone. "Suck, Suck, Suck..." It's not too long till the boy can't help but obey, and his gagging turns to slurps in time to the chant in his ears. 
The cub seemed surprised at first; was he really that new? But after those soft lips wrapped around his member, the wild dog just didn't care. He groaned loudly, paws gripping the head of the seated squirrel as he starts to thrust. It's not long before he feels his knot swelling up... he knows he can't; there are fees for that, and he's in a hurry, but god, it would be good. One paw slips from the cub's head, sliding down to grip the base of the teen's own dick, squeezing down on that bulb of flesh ever as those tender lips coax him closer to release.  
Willy cries softly, the tears absorbed into the blindfold so no one will ever know as his mouth is filled. The thrusting has slowed someone, and he thinks it might be over, but then he feels something wet, hot, and salty splash over his tongue. The chant in his ear changes the soft words now whispering "drink, drink, drink…" as he coughs around his fist load. The little lad struggles a bit as he tries accidentally blowing cum bubbles out his nose, but he does manage to choke most of it down.  
The dingo just sighs, not even looking at the cum streaked face as he tucks himself away. "Man, I think I needed that more than I thought." he sighs, authorizing a 5 dollar tip before retrieving his card and cash and heading out of the booth.  Inside the booth, the cub was unsure what just happened. Willy just tries to recover as the music starts up again. Coughing and sniffling as he tries to catch his breath,  sadly, he's only got about 10 minutes to do so. 
Sammy stopped into the atm specifically to see if there was someone new plugged into the machine. The giant polar bear in his torn jeans and Metallica t-shirt had hit up most of the collateral in the rotation at this machine and was kinda bored with them. Still didn't stop him from visiting and treating himself. His eyes flicked down to the boy as soon as he stepped into the booth. He grinned and glanced at the screen.  "Ohh, a new one I see; that's just what the doctor ordered."  Licking his lips, he trails over the touch screen selecting options and sliding his card. As his pants hit the floor and the padded bench rotates up, he moves in closer.
Willy is still trying to catch his breath when the music stops. Suspecting what that means subconsciously, he licks his lips and whimpers.  This time though, the bite-pads don't inflate; the voice says something different:
"Anal sex selected, prepare to service."
The boy starts, ready to ask what that means, when the back falls out of his seat... at least that's what it felt like to the squirrel as the padded bend he was restrained too pivoted, laying the boy flat on his back, legs splayed and ass presented.  The voice begins a chant-like before this time, the calm voice says.  "Relax, breath in..., breath out..., Relax..." oddly enough for the cub as something big, thick and warm was pressed up under his tail; the voice wasn't very relaxing.
Sam almost pants in anticipation his thick black dick looks so good against his white belly fur and with the head nestled against the grey speckled red of the cub's cheeks. He's already drooling from both ends at just the thought of the hot little hole wrapped around him. His hands go to the boy's hips,  he doesn't need to hold him in place, but it feels right as he pushes in.  that sweet, sweet ass resists, of course, but the machine keeps them well lubed, and despite all that the brat is tight. The boy is squealing too as his rear is stretched wide. It shouldn't be this rough, thinks the bear, as he sinks in another inch,  unless.  His eyes flick to the screen, "are you really that new?" he breaths out.  "Damn, did I get lucky today." He growls as he slams his hips forward, rocking the machine and getting a cry from the cub. The cub starts to babble, then begging to stop, but Sam not listening; he's just lost in the tightness gripping him like a velvet vice.  This is too good.  
Willy has been crying again; it hurts so much despite being told he's not supposed to talk, and the soft voice telling him to relax he starts to plead,  to beg for it to stop for them to take it out. It doesn't stop, but there is a sharp shock to the cub's neck and the voice changes; some of the softness had gone. 
"You have violated the contract, disciplinary shocks have been applied, continued use of unauthorized speech will result in escalating discipline."
The boy is confused; he knew they didn't like him talking, he tried to just grit his teeth and bear through it, but his tail hole burns from the stretch, and the deep pounding beat aren't helping any.  he falls back to crying into his blindfold.
Sam was close; he's not gonna last much longer; he glances down at the blubbering little squirrel, and while normally he wouldn't care, he slips one paw onto the little lads confused pecker. The boy's body doesn't know what's going on, and that light touch from the big man's firm paws is enough to complicate matters even more. The little lad's boner puffs up into the bear's paw, it fills his palm perfectly, and as he plants his cock deep inside the boy, he rubs his thumb over the little head.
 	Willy is still crying; it still hurts; the burn in his backside is so intense he wants to shout some of those bad words he heard his daddy shout when he stubbed his toe.  But there is something else now, too each push makes his hole ache but past that, it feels like there was a button that the big things grinding on.  A button that makes his knees go weak and makes it hard to breathe. It feels good, but in a hard way, it's little bursts of intense pleasure that's almost as painful as the stretching muscles. Then he feels the hand, and the boy's mind is gone. He shudders through a dry orgasm, and the paw keeps stroking his now super sensitive tip, and he starts to babble.
The squirrel is chittering loudly; it's nonsense sounds as his body reacts, but it sounds so good to Sam.  But the best part is how it feels,  the big bear guesses despite the fact his palm was dry, the little lad was cumming as that sphincter clamped down on his thick length of bear meat.   He slams home, still rocking the machine and making the boy squeal even louder as the polar bear growls out his orgasm.  pumping out thick ropey streams of beer batter to coat his exceptionally tight tunnel.  "Fuuuuuuck, kid you’re good," says the man as he pulls free, a thick stream of off-white goo leaking from that tight, abused little star.  He keeps rubbing the cub's pecker, though, and pats his head.  "I'll be back tomorrow; gotta look up your shift rotation cause I need more of that ass." He taps a button on the screen, and the bench moves the traumatized cub back into position. Normally he wouldn't, but he adds a tip,  a virgin ass is worth paying extra. As an afterthought, he tapped a second option as well.  
Willy felt his head spinning as the bench moved him back into a seated position. The boy winced slightly as wight landed on his much-abused butt.  The machine below him whirred into action, starting the automatic maintenance, a thin expandable tube sliding up into the boy's backseat coated in a soothing lubricant designed to ease the burn, it's not numbing, but it does ease the pain.  As it starts the cleaning cycle spraying warm water in to rinse out the previous deposit, the voice comes back.  
"secondary service selected, 2-minute oral cleaning." The boy whimpers, not knowing what that means, but as the bite guards inflate, he can guess. The chant of "lick, lick, lick, suck, suck, suck,..." helps to reinforce it as that thick, slick, musky wedge is forced back into him.

***

A week in, and Willy was kinda used to life at the bank. They had him in the atm in 8-hour shifts. That meant he got to sleep, and have some regular meals; there were even times he could play with the other children between lessons. The mouse girl who started with him was really nice as was an older fox boy who had been here for a long time.  He met the bank raccoon again, he was friendly and talked for a bit, but then he pushed him onto his desk and stuck his thingy in his butt. That's always weird, the people from the bank don't have to use the machine, but it's okay; they make us do more at once, but they are nicer about it than the machine.
It was just another day, two hours into his shift. He'd talked to the banker man, and they let him pick out some audiobooks to play, so it wasn't that bad in the dead spots. Willy was getting used to the other stuff. Sometimes it still hurt, especially when that guy from his first day comes back; the raccoon had told him he was Willy’s biggest fan; very few people are as big as him, though, but there are a few.  
Mr. Knuttmonch was in a hurry. His wife was finishing up the packing, and in two hours, they would be leaving on a jet plane,  off for their second honeymoon. It would be so lovely. All alone drinks and the beach... if it was like there first, they might never even make it out of the room. But that's for later. Right now, he needed cash. As he walks over to the kiosk, he's so distracted he almost crashes into the heavyset polar bear headed the other way. At the last moment, though, he manages to step out of the way. He slips into the booth and closes the door.  He fumbles with his card for a second before glancing down to the left at the little body sitting there. He stops heart pounding in his chest 
"Willy?" 
The little light red-furred squirrel doesn't move; he can't see or hear his father. He hasn't been avoiding this bank, but he didn't want to see this. His eyes fall to the screen showing the options for Willy.  He feels something deep in his gut, remembering the loan officer's examination and how that made him feel. He's in a hurry, but he's got time.  
Willy squirms a bit, every day for a week, and that guy still leaves him sore. He knows it was his fan; he knows the girth of that guy and the taste of him.  The voice comes through again…
"Anal sex selected, prepare to service."
That's a little quick after the bear, but there is nothing else to do but take it. But the boy is starting to like it a little. It's more fun outside the machine. He wonders if daddy would want to play this game with him after he comes back for him. It could be fun. The boy moans as he feels it, a good-sized cock pressing up against his pucker. The man seems hesitant at first but pushes on—the cub gasps groaning in pleasure as he's filled.