The Boxer
This story is based on a popular song by Simon and Garfunkle that shares the same title. All characters in this story are fictional, though the story itself has small bits and peices of truth in it. All characters are copyrighted to me.
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My name is Alexian Kurst. You can call me Alex, just like everyone else does. I have an interesting story to tell you. It's about my life. You may like it, and you may not. You see, "I am just a poor boy, though my story seldom told. I had squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises. All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers in the quiet of a railway station, running scared. Lying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go, looking for the places only they would know."
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I grew up in the suburbs of New York City as part of a pretty wealthy family. My father was an important businessman for a large corporation and my mother was a nurse. They provided spectacularly for their four children monetarily, but hardly ever had time to spend with us. So, as a result of their lack of attendance at home, by older brothers and sister were able to become fairly promiscuous with their respective friends without worrying about being caught.
When I was twelve, I began to discover myself sexually. I was a cute fox, or that's what my sister and her friends thought, at least. Instead of a dull red, like my father and two older brothers, I was a light yellow-orange, like my mother and older sister. Creamy white fur runs from my belly down my torso and pelvis to halt just above my knees, between my thighs. All four of my paws and the end of my tail also share that white coloring. I kept my head fur very short except my bangs, which my sister and I thought would be really cute kept long and dyed sky blue to match my crystal clear blue eyes.
She was attracted to me, my sister, Adrianna. She was two years my elder, but physically we shared the same build. She thought my body screamed "sexy pretty-boy" and she did everything she could think of to amplify it. My sister helped me pick out all of my clothes whenever we shopped. My wardrobe consisted of soft-colored button-ups and polo shirts, khaki pants, tight white tees, and tight denim jeans in several different styles.
In my younger years, when I was under ten, I wore briefs. It was shortly after I turned eleven that I opted for boxers. I think it was my twelfth birthday, or shortly thereafter, when my sister bought me my first feminine outfit. It consisted of black panties, a pink miniskirt, and a white belly shirt what flaunted the playboy bunny in pink sparkles on the chest. We had been talking about clothes several days before and she had mentioned the fact that I would probably look sexy in a miniskirt. I had agreed and so that put the idea in her head, I guess.
When I was eleven, I developed this huge crush on the gym teacher at school Adrianna was the only person I told, because I thought it was strange that I was attracted to an older guy when all my friends were attracted to girls our age. My sister advised me to stay after school and talk to Mr. Allan about it. That led to my first sexual encounter.
Mr. Allan was a well built, but not overly muscular, wolf. His fur was a deep black, unlike the other two wolves on the elementary school staff, who had grey fur. I remember once I had pretended to trip and fall in P.E. so that he would pick me up and hold me. His fur was so soft and he was so strong! So I told my sister that I was "in love" with Mr. Allan. She giggled and said she thought the same thing when she was my age. She told me to stay after school and talk to him in his office. So I did.
I walked back through the gym after school one day. There was no one in the gym, everyone was in the lunch hall either waiting for buses or rides. I walked down a little hall and over to Mr. Allan's office. I hadn't thought to knock. I just opened the door and walked in. I found Mr. Allan hunched over his desk, jotting down some notes.
"Um...Mr. Allan?" I said.
The wolf's head shot up, and he turned in my direction.
"Oh...hello Alex. What can I do for you?" He smiled.
I had some trouble working myself up to saying what I wanted to say. I looked down and rubbed the toes of my left foot against my right ankle. Mr. Allan sat patiently and waited for me to speak.
"Mr. Allan," I started, keeping my head down, "I think I love you."
Looking back at it, I think that was the most ridiculous idea I had ever had. He was cute, sure, and he was the nicest teacher I had ever had, but he was twenty one years older than me. What did I think would happen? Did I actually think he would be my boyfriend in an open relationship?
Mr. Allan just sat there for a moment, stunned I'm sure. After what seemed like an eternity, he stood up and walked over to me. He kneeled in front of me and looked me in the eyes.
"That's very sweet of you." He said. "Come on, come with me."
He led me into the back room of his office, where all the "bad cubs" were sent. There were several desks and chairs, all separated from each other by small walls. There was one large desk at the head of the room with a cushioned chair. He walked me over there and sat in the chair while I stood next to him. He put his hand absentmindedly over his crotch and asked me a very simple question.
"Alex, have you ever sucked a dick before?" He looked at me very seriously.
I didn't want to seem stupid or anything, so I said yes. I must not have been very convincing. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly, letting his erect cock poke out of the slit in the front of his boxers. It was much larger than any I had ever seen, but that isn't saying much, because I had only seen my own and my brothers' on occasion (not ever sexually, though).
"It's just like sucking on a tootsie pop. Just suck on it a little, lick it a little, and avoid letting it touch your teeth." He said.
I was staring at his penis and only barely caught what he said. I walked over to stand between his legs, and then kneeled down, putting his erect wolfhood right in front of my face. I could smell his musk and it was driving me crazy. Leaning in, I inhaled deeply of his scent and it made me feel so lustful. I opened my muzzle and without any more ado, went down on my P.E. teacher. The salty-sweet taste of pre-cum soaked cock was foreign to me, but I endured. It wasn't a bad taste, and in fact, I quickly began to enjoy it. I tried to remember what he said to do, but I was too entranced while he spoke to recall.
Mr. Allan groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. Slowly, he drew me down, causing me to take more of his cock. I suckled it and licked it, but before I was halfway down, it bumped the back of my throat and made me gag. I panicked and backed off, choking and coughing.
"I'm sorry!" Mr. Allan said. "I got lost in the moment! Sorry! Are you okay?"
My eyes watered and I grabbed his trash bin and threw up into it. I looked up to say it was alright, and that I was fine, but when I opened my mouth, my head bowed and I vomited again. Mr. Allan fixed his pants and kneeled beside me to rub my back.
"It's alright. It's okay." He whispered.
Needless to say, that was the end of that encounter. Now, like I said, Mr. Allan is a very kind gentleman. He must have felt very guilty about what he did, because he offered me a ride home, and when we arrived there, he explained very calmly to my father what we had done. Now, my dad became very, very angry with him first. He chased him out of the house and eventually had him fired and jailed on accounts of child molestation.
After Mr. Allan had left the house that day, my father turned on me. I remember very vividly the beating I endured. The severity was due not only because I was fallacious, and with a teacher much older than me, but also mainly because the teacher in question was of the same gender as me. My father and mother were avidly religious Protestant Christians. Their religion is so bent on love, loving one another, loving your enemies, and so on. They were so hypocritical. My parents from then on hated me.
I don't know how they didn't guess I was gay sooner. I guess they must have thought my cross-dressing was just a way of expressing myself and I hung pictures of cute guys on my wall so that I could imitate how they look and dress. Then again, they might have known and were just in denial. When they found out, though, my relationship with them and my brothers changed dramatically. My parents ignored me most of the time and beat me for making the slightest mistake.
I can't recall when the first time one of my older brothers raped me, but they both added it to their respective weekly "to do" lists, sometimes forcing themselves on me at the same time. I believe it was two days after the "incident" with Mr. Allan that Christopher, my oldest sibling at eighteen years of age, called me into his room.
"Hey Alex, could you come here? I gotta show you something!" I remember him calling.
I walked out of my room, down the hall, and into his room excitedly.
"What is it, Chris?" I asked.
His room was spectacular. He always yelled at me if I went into his room without asking or being invited. He had a TV, a VCR, and even an SNES. Pictures of beautiful women wearing practically nothing adorned every inch of his wall space. He had a queen-size bed and a lava lamp on an oak night stand. I loved his room.
He closed the door behind me and locked it. Turning to me he smiled as he looked me up and down. I was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans with the legs completely removed, as was my custom when in the privacy of our home. He was clad only in a pair of boxers, which I then noticed were beginning to tent.
"What do you want?" I asked, trying to ignore the fact that my brother had a growing erection.
"I want you to take off your pants and bend over the side of my bed." He said in a very commanding tone.
"Chris, that's sick! Why would you want...?" I began, but was cut off.
"DO IT NOW!" He yelled.
He planned this very meticulously. It was a Saturday morning, and Adrianna was at her friend Margaret's house and William, our sixteen year old brother, was out riding around. I became very scared, thinking about what Chris would do to me. I stood stock still, staring at him.
With an exasperated grunt, he stepped over to me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and threw me at the bed. I landed with my torso on the bed, but I was unbalanced and the springs bounced me off to land on my behind on the ground. Before I could begin to struggle, Chris hoisted me up and bent me over his bed. He began to undo my jeans just as I began to fight back.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" I yelled, squirming and kicking.
My brother was a bigger fox, though. Despite my protests and wiggling, he managed to undo my pants and drop them and my boxers to my ankles. He cock had long since slid out of his boxers through the slit in the front. He grabbed my tail and yanked it up, causing me to yelp. When I felt his cockhead press against my anus, I had a split second to think "Oh no!" before he thrust forward hard. I could feel the skin of the pucker rip and felt the blood begin to trickle down my ass cheek.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. The pain was unbearable. Tears ran down my cheeks like rivers and sobs wracked my body. At that point, I gave up. I stopped fighting and just screamed and cried. Each thrust was accentuated by a change in scream pitch. My brother pushed down on my back and humped me furiously. I prayed and prayed to God that he would cum soon and it would be over. He didn't. It was forever before he came, and before we did, he tied with me. His knot passing into my anus was the worst pain I have ever felt. I still wince, even today, every time I recall it.
After he finished filling me up with his seed, he started to beat me on the back and behind.
"SHUT UP! STOP YELLING YOU LITTLE FAGGOT! YOU WANT ME TO START AGAIN?" He yelled as he pounded his fists into my back.
I couldn't help it. He kept beating me until his knot shrunk enough for him to pull out. Even then, it hurt so much. The carpet beside his bed, as well at that side of the bed covers, was wet with blood and cum.
"GO TAKE A SHOWER, YOU QUEER! AND WHEN YOU'RE DONE, CLEAN UP THIS MESS!" He yelled, pushing me out of his room and slamming the door.
I did as he said and prayed to God it would never happen again. Once again, my prayers were answered negatively. It became a weekly thing for Chris to rape me. The first few time I fought and protested, but after the first couple of times, I realized it was useless and succumbed to despair. I tried once to tell my parents, but they only beat me for accusing my brother of being as "evil" as me.
The only person who believed me was Adrianna. She couldn't do anything about it, though, because she began to fall into father and mother's bad side, due to her insistence on helping me. She became the one person I could really trust. It was her idea to run away.
She came up with a plan that would get her and me away from mom and dad and safe, provided we could survive until she turned eighteen. She had some money saved up for her car when she turned sixteen, so she secretly withdrew all of that money, which amounted to $2,326. The following night, we snuck out of the house, took our bikes, and rode into the city.
Adrianna was smart. She had come up with this plan, and it turned out to be a very good one. We ditched our bikes at a junkyard and walked to the subway station. We thought about where the best place to go would be, and came up with the area by the mall. One of her friends had a brother in a gang. For a little fee, they could find us a place to stay.
The fur at the ticket booth wouldn't sell us tickets. He said he couldn't sell them to minors unless accompanied by an adult or parent. We ended up spending the first night in the subway station amongst some orphans and homeless furs. Two of the orphans, a teenage wolf and a pre-teen husky, had sex late into the night, and that kept me awake. One boy even tried to force himself on Adrianna, but one of the homeless males stood up for us.
The male was a stallion, and I might have though him handsome if his clothes weren't messy, his face wasn't dirty, and he smelled better. All that aside, he was a nice fur. He said his name was Horatio, and I laughed because I thought it was funny-sounding. He laughed to, so it was alright. He said he noticed us trying to buy train tickets, and wondered why the man wouldn't sell them to us. When we told him, he shook his head, then smiled.
"I'll pretend to be your parent if you buy me a ticket, too." He said.
"Deal." Adrianna agreed.
In the morning, we bought tickets on the pretense that the stallion was our stepfather. The fur at the ticket booth didn't buy it, but he admired our determination and sold us the tickets anyway. The train ride wasn't long, but it was boring. Adrianna sat thinking quietly and told me to shush every time I tried to talk to her. When we finally got the shopping center station, we bid farewell to Horatio and went to seek the Wolf Pack.
Philip, Adrianna's friend's brother, said to meet him on the corner by the shopping center subway station early that morning, but we weren't able to make the right train, so we were late. He was leaning against a traffic light waiting for us when we exited the station. He was a lion in his older teens. He wasn't handsome, but he was attractive. He had a very nice black mane and golden-brown fur.
"Where have you been? I've been waiting forever!" He said. "Here, these are for you. If you need help, just ask someone else who is wearing one."
He smiled as he handed us each a grey handkerchief. Then, he looked back and forth.
"Could you hold on to these for me, too?" He asked, handing Adrianna several wallets in different styles.
"Sure." She said, putting each one in her purse.
"Follow me." He said.
He led us down several streets, up several alleys, over several fences, and through several parking lots. As we walked, he told us about where we'll be living and what we were expected to do in order to live there. Basically, we'd be living with in the gang's "headquarters" and we just had to do whatever the gang members say. We arrived at an old, condemned building with all the windows were boarded up. The front door had bars and a sign on it saying "condemned". He led us around to the side, between it and another building. There was a wolf that looked in his early twenties sitting on a fire escape attached to the building.
"Hey, Daniel! Drop the ladder!" He called. The wolf looked down, then nodded, allowing the ladder to slide down.
Inside, there were twenty or so rough-looking furs of differing species. Most of them were males, but a few were female. We could tell which one was the leader just by how he dressed. He was a white wolf who wore a wife-beater and baggy jeans with a gun tucked into the front. He had tattoos on his arms and expansive looking rings and chains and other jewels. He stood up and walked over to us as we came in through the window.
"These are the two you were talking about?" He was looking at us, but the question was obviously directed to Philip.
"Yeah, boss. May I present Adrianna and Alexian Kurst." Phil said, glancing at us.
The "boss," Jack, looked at me carefully and whispered so that only the four of us heard, "Is this the gay one?"
I blushed, and nodded slightly. He leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
"If anyone in a grey kerchief gives you trouble, tell me." He said.
I nodded again. Backing up, he looked at Adrianna and smiled.
"Now, for the payment. What do you got that we might want?" He asked.
Adrianna reached into her purse and pulled out a roll of hundreds.
"How does $2,000 sound?" Adrianna asked.
The wolf's smile vanished instantly. He motioned for Adrianna to toss him the money. He took the rubber band off and counted it again and again.
"I would ask you how you got this, but I really don't care. You two got yourselves a room at La Plaza del Sol." He said, several gang members smiled at this. "If you two do what you're told, you'll be safe. I promise."
Jack handed Adrianna a slip of paper with several addresses on it.
"Those are the addresses of the gang houses in our control. Don't lose it. If you find yourselves needing a place to stay and can't make it here, go to one of those locations. Tell whoever the boss is that Dead Jack said you could stay there."
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I hope you liked the story, but it's not over. Far from it, really. Please e-mail any comments to me at catnyp*at*cableone*dot*net. If you liked this story, please feel free to read my other stories. Thanks!