Degradation
Day One of Kinktober

"Proton." The far younger brown, and tan, male-furred squirrel asked after the two kissed before deciding to get out of bed. The older man squirrel stopped his retreat from the warm hotel bed after his male lover called his name.

"Hmm?" Proton hummed as he kissed Randy's lips lightly while running his fingers through the fur on Randy's slim tummy.

"So… I was just wondering…" Randy coughed nervously before continuing. "What are we?" The young man asked with more than a hint of worry behind his voice.

The somewhat annoyance with the younger man had finally run its course and pushed Proton into a full-blown rage. Who was this brown-furred squirrel to question him about anything?! Let alone his intention between the two for the foreseeable future. The particular question laid out before him came off as a passive-aggressive demand for some type of commitment that the powerful man was not about to agree to.

This arrangement was just sex between two men who couldn't let their true perversions see the light of day, and the younger man damn well knew it. The level-headed friendly facade Proton had been wearing for months to bed this younger squirrel, had now run its course. It was now time to put to bed for good.

"We?" The graying purple squirrel scoffed as he pushed himself off the bed. Once on his feet he started leisurely retrieving his recently discarded clothing while scowling. The now worried younger man still lay naked in the bed they'd just finished sharing to facilitate the lust-driven night before. "I am finished here." Proton spat in irritation, before turning his low-level fury-fueled focus on his new lover, once putting on his slacks and latching his belt. "But you…" He now continued with an unsettling laugh while, leaning over the edge of the bed, and reaching out to touch Randy's chin softly. The older male's soft touch caused the younger man to relax slightly right before Proton tightened his grip and dug his nails into Randy's jaw. The young man cried out in pain as the rich man pulled the other towards him causing deep lacerations on his face. "You are just a tight hole that is now becoming far more trouble than this little bit of entertainment has been worth."

Randy was hunched over himself, in the bed, groaning in pain as he looked up at the man he thought was his friend, and lover, as tears started to roll down his face. "Wha-" Was all that the brown-furred male got out before Proton backhanded him, and caused Randy to pull into himself more.

"You heard me!" The sternness in his voice defied the echo that should have rung out in the mainly empty bedroom. "Dealing with your uneducated empty head and extreme need to cling to me has gone stale on me." The powerful shook his head in disapproval before striking Randy again. "To think I've dealt with drug-addicted prostitutes that were far more articulate and knew their place far better than you." Proton scoffed again before spitting on Randy and then retrieving the rest of his clothing. "This was a mistake. YOU were a mistake." Proton now spoke calmly again.

"I'm sorry!" Randy bawled while still curled up into a call and trying to nurse his wounded face. "I'm so sorry." He repeated a few times between sobs.

Proton now grabbed Randy tightly, by the longer fur on the top of the younger squirrel's head, and then pulled the brown-furred man off the bed. More than a few of the hairs on Randy's head became dislodged between Proton's fingertips, but the man in power paid no mind. "Who gave you permission to speak?!" Proton demanded an answer from his younger lover right before slamming his right foot down hard on Randy's shoulder blade. Randy just started to cry more while his body started to somewhat convulsive. "Answer me!"

"I don't…" Randy was barely able to speak between sobs a few times before then being finally able to follow up. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not." Proton snarled as he kicked Randy off his stomach and onto his back. The eldest Electro man, still shirtless unzipped his fly and started to urinate on the only man who'd be a regular homosexual fling for him. Proton made sure to let the last of his waste pour right into Randy's pathetically pleading face. "You served your purpose."

And that was that. Proton put on the rest of his clothing that he'd gathered up and took his leave. He knew he didn't need to make threats to his son's wife's twin brother. They were both holding the same dark secret. However, Proton couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret as he got in his fancy car and drove home to his unsuspecting wife. He had enjoyed the majority of his time spent with Randy, but he knew better than to get attached. If anything this regret was proof that his cutting ties was long overdue.