**Short Prologue**

What do boys need to survive? Is it food? Water? Dare I say, milk?
Aye, it's milk, but not the literal kind.

A precious thing hangs between a man's legs - his dick. It can breed, kill (yes, kill, just one look at a certain doberman's CubLovers.net profile is proof enough of that), destroy and… last, but not least, cum. 

That is the milk which all cubs crave: the milk which made them, the daddy semen that enriches their lives and coats their faces in perverted glory, unlocking the true lust in men, all while smiling and acting none the wiser. Meanwhile, daddy wolf over here (Alex), ever since having his son, has done nothing but jerk off to the exposed rump of his literal baby boy. 

Then his son grew up, he became a cub in every sense of the word, and Alex has been salivating like the cubophilic god he is ever since.

Because, in this tale, it's not his son's innocent lust which takes stage. It's Alex's unrepentant, and undeniable, cubophilic instincts. The urge to fuck kids. To breed tiny little holes full of his spunk. To feel smooth booties against his hairy pubes. It's all in the service of masculinity - to preserve the seat as alpha in the cub fucker hierarchy.

How poetic it would be then -- that Alex would take the forefront in managing CubLovers.net, a site to convert all beastmen into the pedo gods they are meant to be. 

And, as we all know, this is not simply hearsay. We have read many accounts of fathers, teachers and coaches the world over, and it is quite easy to come to the conclusion: wolves are fucking nasty, disgusting, limitless perverts.

But even tigers and other feline folk aren't spared from this slowly-encroaching 'sickness'. As Tony the Tiger would so assuredly attest, he too is a cubophile, and he would much rather be dicking down the cubs on his lap rather than having them bounce as their fathers watch with bated breath and burning eyes.

Soon enough, this fantasy world will come to a point where it would be deemed acceptable to rip the kid's pants off and go to town. You could argue that it is a degenerative form of society; men crawling back to their primal instincts. In which case, that is true, but lust is a powerful emotion which, in the case of beastmen, cannot be tamed, for they themselves are part-animal, and ever a slave to their natural bestial instincts, cubophilic or no.

~Bryce the Bator~

In the father's room, all that can be heard is the fierce sound of fapping followed by the quiet echo of the TV. Of course, it makes sense that the TV is quiet in comparison to the full on, chest-heaving, throat-gurgling, manly grunts coming from this wolf. His name is Bryce, and he is a newly discovered cubophile. Bryce loves the dark and sinister shit. Unfortunately for our young character here, Bryce’s son to be exact, he is currently suffering a dark and terrible fate, confined to the basement of his father's otherwise lavish mansion. His daddy made it big by becoming a doctor. Now all he does is pump his cock to cub porn all day, wishing he would've coated those sweet plump rumps that were pushed out ever so invitingly to him instead. But were they inviting him, or was it just Bryce’s cub-porn addled mind taking the fore? Whatever the case, very little matters now, because there is no mind left in Bryce to speak of. Even though he is at a later stage of life, the period he is going through is best described as a rediscovery of porn. Neglecting his child, Bryce has instead locked himself in his room to masturbate all day every day. It's a sweet irony if you think about it a little bit. Two men, drifted apart from each other, locked in place, yet longing for one another all the same. You see, it isn't just about daddy's lust. There's another party in this, and that's the cub; what is going through the son's mind do you think? Well, when he hears those earnest and bellowing groans from his father every night, as well as catching a waft of the scent of cum and musk spilling out from the crack of his bedroom door, our little rascal cannot help but get curious about what his daddy is truly doing every night. 

Little did his son know: his father is actually beating off to photos of his son's class that the boy so earnestly showed him after his day at school. Elementary school.

"Holy shit, that one's the cutest!" He hears his father screaming, to no one in particular.
"Yeah man, I wanna squirm my cock inside a boy with you!" He shouts again.

Who is Bryce talking to? While the cub would be absolutely stumped on this, I think it's fair to say that us readers can list potential participants off the top of our head: a fellow cub lover on CubLovers.net, one of his kid's teachers from school, his coach, or… The little boy's fuckin' grandpa. Gotta continue the family tradition, after all.

Sadly, it is this very curiosity which worked against the young boy, and so he is trapped in the basement with only doggy bowls of food and water to keep him sated, all while his father 'figures out his feelings', an excuse to masturbate his life away.

A bit of a crap way to handle the situation, don't you think? Not to worry, I'm sure the father will realise that masturbation cannot sate him forever, and that he will soon crawl down to his son's cage, itching for a chance at that cub hole like the pathetic bator-pedo he is.

But he became so addicted to masturbation, that nothing else pleases him anymore, just his imagination. You would hope this spares the suffering of the cub, but it doesn't, as he's still locked in a cage for his father's pleasure, only this time, the boy gets to see his daddy beating off on the worn couch in front of him as he watches TV. He moved from his bedroom to the basement because he gets off on the fact that a kid watches him beat off.

"Unfortunately, we cannot find the location of the cub even now." 

Bryce's son listens carefully to the TV, straining his ears to ignore his father's moans and huffs and hoping to see if there's any chance of him escaping from this cummy mess of a man.

His father was jacking off to the fucking news. The son is shocked.

"His parents are very worried and would do anything to see him again."

What parents? Bryce's son doesn't have any parents, only the bator-obsessed cubophile aforementioned. 
And even at that, Bryce barely fits the bill as father, subsisting his son on a diet of cum and dog food as he is.

"Oh yeah, here it comes…" Bryce's voice darkens, his chest tightens, and this is when he usually erupts into orgasm, the cub notes.

"If you have any information at all, please call his father."

"Oooooh FUCK YEAH! Call me, you fucking ingrates!" Bryce howled out as ropes of thick, slightly off-white cum coated his sweaty, semen-stinking and unshowered body. 
"Tell me about how much you 'miss this sweet little boy'!" Bryce took on a mocking tone, still wracked with cubophilic lust. God, it feels so good to be a wolf god. His body is glowing, and his dick is the weapon by which he will make himself known. He is the masturbation lover. A cub lover out n' proud, literally screaming it out in front of his kid.

"Daddy, can I come out yet?" Bryce’s son asked, hoping to get a different answer out of the far-gone male compared to what he heard the last 52 times he has asked it.

"No, you can't son!" Bryce shouted out, shattering the boy's feeble hope.
"That's because daddy's watching the fucking NEWS!" He cried, almost like he was congratulating himself on a new achievement.

A slight smile graced the son's lips. If this is how his life is going to be, he best get used to it. So long as he is fed and watered, what is there to complain about? Although his father's parenting techniques may be far from conventional, at least he's got a dad, and not some dead-end trucker that would be done with him quicker than you can say "Cubs love cum, and daddy wolf wants a baby rump". (What is that even saying…?)