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I still have bruises on my shoulder from last night.

He's getting better at hurting me in the right spots. I don't have to explain how I walked into some crappy door knob anymore. At least that's one good thing about this. He's staying away from my face from now on.

I don't blame him entirely. I remember some nights when he was really drunk off his ass and he came crying to me about how his father had abused him or how his dad touched him in places he didn't like. In all honesty he's just repeating the cycle. That's a bit unoriginal if you ask me but who the hell who am I to judge, I'm nothing special either.

I suppose you'll want to know a little more about how I look. I'm a fox, as anyone who sees me can clearly tell. My fur is a clean snow white. That's both a blessing and a curse. This makes it a hell of a lot easier to see all the marks and bruises I get so he usually doesn't beat me as hard. But during long breaks from other people (like summer break/winter break) things are kind of up in the air. I think then, he really likes to see how much damage can show underneath my white fur.

At a young age I knew I would have a hard life. From a distance I would see so many people enjoying their lives. Not all of them incredibly happy, sometimes sad, other times bored but at least they felt.

I felt I long time ago, but it was all pain so I had to stop that. But I feel so apart from the world now. I gaze on at so many things but feel practically nothing. I guess that's what we call coping. I could give a rat's ass about what you call it.

Speaking about ass, I mentioned that I like guys right? I have tons of fantasies about being saved from this life by some prince charming. I always picture a big strong lion too. God that would be nice.

But I'm not that fortunate. Any amount of rescuing and saving has all had to be done by me. If I fall in a hole I have to pull my ass out of it. Plain and simple. This really pisses me off a lot of times to be honest. Sometimes I don't want to be able to take care of myself. Sometimes I just want to be taken care of.

I suppose that's the stupid thing about me. I always want to be saved. Maybe if I just shut up and quit crying I could actually move on with my life. Well I think I'm starting to do that now actually.

I'm sorry I keep going off on so many random things. I do have one important bit of news today though.

I'm leaving, for good. I'm tired of this life. I'm tired of feeling empty. I'm tired of living this directionless, meaningless life. If I stop and think about how I feel for a second, I'm really hurting deep inside. Deeper than any of my dad's punches. I've been bruised so many times, in so many ways but most importantly I've been bruised in my heart. I take that back, it's not a bruise it's full on destruction. But it's easier if I just don't think about that right now.

I don't even have a penny to my name. I was barely able to get through the schooling I did, much less actually be able find a job during this whole mess of a life. I'm hoping that things will just fall into place.

Its 9 pm, he won't be home for about another hour. I suppose now's as good as it's gonna get. It's not like I have a bike or anything so I better try and cover some distance. In fact, I don't really have anything. All I have is the clothes on my back. Like I said, I'm hoping things will just fall into place.

The first step is always the hardest. Unlock the door, turn the knob, walk out. I can do it, it's easy. I really can't stop shaking, I haven't felt my heart beat like this in forever. Okay come on, come on, I can do this.

To save you some trouble I was finally able to walk out the door after like ten minutes and I'd like to say that I never looked back, but honestly I did, many times. Our house was rather nice. It had sort of an old traditional thing to it. Maybe a little too much white but it was nice.

I walked for god knows how long and after I had gone a couple blocks past my house everything looked the same: Dark and unforgiving. It was a little overwhelming to be honest. I didn't have anywhere to go; I didn't have anywhere to be. At least back home I was something. "My bitch" or "my little whore" those were his favorites. Now I'm just nothing.

No screw that, I'd rather be nothing than spend another day in that abusive, incestuous environment. I'm not his whore anymore. I'm not a whore period.

My thoughts are quickly drowned out by some party music. I haven't the slightest clue how I got there. Again, I see more people laughing and having fun and I start feeling really left out, like someone had told a really funny joke that I was unaware of. I decided to look around a bit, and maybe see what this partying stuff was all about. I did this on a whim, a very stupid whim, but I just didn't want to think about where else to go. Here I would have a definite goal. Get in line go into whatever club this was, and have a good time. So, I got in line to enter and I waited about 25 minutes until I was at the front of the line.

That's where any hope of getting into that club was quickly eradicated. This mean Pit bull seemed determined not to let me in. "Sorry it's club policy" he told me, jack ass. This is why I hate people, when you're down all that they do is kick you some more.

I was practically about to punch that bouncer when I hear a "Hey there beautiful" coming from somewhere behind me

I turn around to see an incredibly handsome, young lion. He looks about my age, probably a little older actually. The first thing I notice (other than his lean muscular body) is his sunglasses. It's a little lame to be wearing sunglasses at night but I could give a damn. I can't believe someone this hot wants to talk to be. I jerk off to guys like that.

He approaches me with this incredibly suave like attitude. He pulls his shades down and says "So uhhh how about we get going somewhere more quiet. I promise that place will let you in"

He obviously thought of that in his head right now, no person in their right mind would have worded a sentence like that or actually been able to act that cool when saying a line like that. Honestly I didn't give a fuck at all. I'd found my lion in shining armor. Well, overrated "trendy" club clothes instead of armor but pretty close.

I had to chuckle a little bit, I mean he's so charming he can vomit and he'd still be cute. "Yeah, I'd like that"

And in a flash we're driving away from all the dark hostility and into something better, hopefully.

The car ride to his house might seem forgettable to some people but honestly for me it was great. He chatted me up like no one else. He'd asked about where I'd came from and I lied and said "oh you know around" I suppose that's not really lying, but that's not very honest.

I felt happy honestly, he was so damn hot and he was so much fun to be around. He talked about how much fun he had on a daily basis and he made me want to just kick back and have fun too fun fun fun. I mean I'd seen parties, fun, and friends enough times in books and on TV so why not try that now?

We finally do get to his house. Honestly I was expecting an apartment or something for someone his age, but I guess his pricey new car should have been an indication.

He takes no time to try to make advances on me. The moment we walk into his house he gets really close to me and looks me straight in the eyes.

"When I saw you I knew that I wanted you really bad" he says as he takes of his sun glasses and begins to inch his muzzle closer to mine.

I wish he'd used better words than "really" and "bad", but I couldn't care less at this point. This hot lion is going to jump on me. Maybe for once in my life I can actually have some real fun.

There isn't enough time to respond, we'd already locked muzzles.

Kissing, that's something new. I'd always seen it being done before but I guess I never connected it to actual love making. It felt pretty damn good. I'm glad my body still understood that you can have fun during sex.

Rushed and eager as ever that young lion went straight for my pants. I don't really want to rush things this fast but when a hot fur like him goes for it, what else can you do?

He stopped kissing me all together and shows his determination to get me naked. I'm a little scared now. I had some pretty bad bruises on my shoulder and a couple on my back too. In a great fit of lust he reached out for my shirt and I grab his paw, scared and nervous.

"I don't want this to end" I think to myself. Why can't I ever have anything good in life? It always has to be taken away from me.

"Aw come on, you know that's gotta go too." He says, breaking my momentary trance. He goes for my shirt. I tense up a great deal.

I'm just in my boxers now. "You look good" he says drooling a little. I guess he doesn't care much about my bruises. Right then, it seems like he only cared about getting me out of my boxers.

I started feeling a little better then. I gave a big sigh of relief. My nervousness was then completely replaced with a new feeling, arousal. I hadn't jacked off in a while, and all of this was making my head spin.

He lead me over to his bedroom and said "go get on the bed sexy, make yourself comfortable." What else can I do then? I've got nothing left to hide so I slipped out of my boxers and watched as he hurried to get himself naked too.

God that was great, seeing his muscles without any shirt or pants covering then. He had the start of six pack going on and his legs looked so lean and powerful. The guy was practically a model. My cock was rock hard now. It had slipped out of my sheath ages ago; damn I was so ready for this.

He hopped up on the bed and he started feeling me up, just as rushed as he had been before. My heart started racing there.

"Mmm very nice" the lion moans.

Finally he grabbed my aching cock and I practically lose it right there. For the first time in my life I'd actually wanted someone to touch my cock. He had a really strong and firm grip; I started humping into his paw. I couldn't even control myself anymore. I wanted this, I wanted this so bad.

He let go of my cock and left it to drip precum. I looked down at his lionhood. He was completely hard also. God his cock looks pretty damn big too. He started stroking himself and he gave me that look, I'd seen it enough times on my father to know that this lion wanted to fuck me. I'd practically fallen head over heels already, so it didn't matter much to me.

I got on my back and spread my legs as I had been forced to do many times before and I waited for him to enter me.

I could tell that he was very excited now, I was giving him exactly what I knew he wanted and hopefully there would be a lot more of this to come.

He had a toothy smirk on his face. "Oh god I needed this" my handsome lion moans. He gets ready to insert his dick into my tail hole. "Hold on, let me get the lube" I give an acknowledging nod and watch his fine ass as he runs off to grab his lube.

Just as quickly as he left he returned with a black tube that I wish I had seen more of in my life. He scurried over to me and dabbed some of that precious liquid on his finger tips. Shortly after I feel it inside of me, it felt a little cold and I stiffened up a little bit, but I tried to remain as relaxed as possible.

I wanted to give him everything, for once in my life I wanted to feel vulnerable. I pulled the rest of his body closer to mine and my eyes begged him to fuck me.

I felt it; he was starting to penetrate me. Almost like a reflex I was flushed with all the horrible emotions that came with being penetrated from my past, but I tried to block them out. He gave a very powerful thrust and I let out a big moan.

He was inside of me, deep inside of me, and I felt a great deal of warmth. He was a little damn forceful but at least my head wasn't being bashed in. I could definitely handle a little rough sex, especially with someone as hot as him.

He started out with every powerful quick thrusts. "God your ass feels amazing" he pants. He kept on fucking me harder and harder.

I blushed slightly at that comment but was in too much ecstasy to care. I had a great feeling of fullness in me, I'd felt this sensation many times before but for once I was really enjoying it. Every now and then he'd thrust and hit just the right spot, I was dripping precum nonstop.

I grabbed my own cock as he continued to thrust. I was really starting to enjoy this. I knew even someone as studly as him couldn't continue fucking someone like this for much longer.

I gave out constant and aroused moans as I pulled myself closer to the edge. "You like being fucked in the ass don't you? Yeah, I know you do" the lion said. I couldn't respond I was enjoying myself too much.

He started to thrust even harder; he almost moved my whole body. As I reflex I let go of my throbbing cock and grabbed on to the bed sheets for dear life. He was muscular, fit, and just plain powerful, of course he could fuck like that. He was the studly lion I'd always dreamed of. I was on for one hell of a ride.

He'd impale himself completely inside me and then pull out all the way and do it all over again. But he did it with such speed and strength that my whole body started to moan out. He kept panting harder and harder. I'd been fucked enough times in the ass to know what was coming next.

He stopped his thrusts all together and in one final effort he plunged his cock deep inside of me. He started to growl and moan in ways I couldn't even imagine. I knew he was cumming inside of me I could feel my body start filling up with his delicious seed.

We were in a warm embrace for a short period afterwards. He was still inside of me and I was still as horny as I had always been. He slowly moved his limp dick from inside of me. I could still feel his cum deep in my bowels.

Right then, I thought to myself, maybe just this once I can have something nice with this guy. He's hella cocky but I think he'd treat me right. I could feel my heart slowly but surely warm up to him. Maybe now he can help me get off and then I can clean myself up. Maybe he'll let me stay here a couple days and maybe.

" think you'd better go" he said abruptly.

"What?" I say, confused. Ow, my heart, my heart, my heart, my heart.

"Yeah that was fun and all but I really gotta get back to studying in the morning.

"Alright well let me just leave you my number and"

"Nah, it's cool actually. To be honest you're not really my type. You wouldn't believe how bad my balls were aching though, thanks for that." He said all that very nonchalantly and matter-of-factly.

"Asshole and to think I almost wanted to spend the rest of my life with you" I thought to myself but my jaded and defeated self only managed an emotionless sigh as I searched for my clothes. That hurt, but I had to just block that out for now and get the hell away from this douche bag.

I felt more like a whore now, just coming in and leaving just as quickly. I was completely bare ass naked. I felt even worse about it now. Completely naked covered in another man's musk and an ass filled to the brim with his seed. Very classy.

I got dressed rather quickly and left even faster. I felt humiliated. He may not have been fully aware of this but I opened my heart up to that lion

Now that I think about it, he never asked for my name, in fact I didn't know his either. I guess I was just too nervous to be the one asking questions. Fuck, I'm so stupid. Now I was in the exact same position that I was already in only, I was God knows where, tired as hell from that fucking and I had a cum-filled ass to boot.

I tried to find some napkins or something to maybe get all this cum out from inside me, but I couldn't seem to find anything. I would just have to hold it in for a while.

I wandered for another long while and my feet were killing me. I felt exhausted, defeated, disappointed and a mix of about 10 other unpleasant emotions.

I wandered around with jaded eyes and surveyed the streets. It was probably 1 or 2 am by now and I was getting a more and more desperate. It was a cold night too, even the air felt hostile. I knew what I had to do. There was no chance I would be sleeping on the streets. Not today, not now. I would just have to beg. Maybe some kind person would give me a room to sleep in for the night. All I would need to do now was find a nice looking, forgiving neighborhood.

After getting two no answers and a flat out no from a tired old tigress. I stumbled upon a nice big looking house. It was a promising two story house. It wasn't too rich looking and the lawn wasn't maintained all that well, but it certainly looked like I might have a chance here.

I knocked on this door, not knocking too hard but not knocking too little. I tried to make it seem like I'm not trying to push too much but I wouldn't be going to go away either.

A big burly bruin finally answered the door. He looked way more intimidating than I had hoped. He was pretty old, probably in his Forties of Fifties. His gut was bulging out of his grease stained white t-shirt. His arms were massive, not complete fat or complete muscle, just massive. He was wearing red flannel boxers as well, the lack of covering revealed that he his legs were just as massive. He looked like he could tear me to pieces here and now. It was a frightening sight. I wanted to just walk away, I wanted to just leave this place and come running back to my old home, but there was no backing out now. I was here; I had to at least try.

I had obviously been silent for too long, he became very quickly impatient with me.

"You got something to say kid" he rumbled.

"Umm, we- well would it be okay if... Can I, umm, maybe sleep here tonight?" Not very smooth I know, but at least I said it.

He gave me that tired and uninterested look "This ain't no homeless shelter kid"

"Please!" I said abruptly. "I really need a place to stay tonight." I hesitated for a second and thought long and hard about how much I really did need this room tonight. I just wanted a nice warm place to call home, if only for a minute. "I'll make it worth your while" I hesitated again. "Am I really resorting to this already?" I thought to myself.

"What exactly did you have in mind there pup?" God he sounds like the kind of guy that would dominate you in the sack too. He's got that gruff and commanding voice. God dammit why did I have to do that? He's got that sneaky smile in his eyes now. I should have tried a couple more houses before resorting to this. Why did it have to be someone like him too? I couldn't have tried to offer myself to someone a little less intimidating. Maybe I should just get this over with.

"Well pup" he said slyly "I'm waiting"

"I can give you a hand down there if you'd like" I started blushing immensely after those words left my mouth. I'm not prostitute but dammit I needed a place to sleep. I just needed something normal right then.

He gave a quick chuckle and looked me right in the eyes. "You're gonna be using your mouth, and yes, I'd like that very much"

I averted my gaze from him. I looked straight down in shame and felt choked for a second. I thought back to my father. He'd made me suck his dick in the past, but this was very different, this would be consensual. I may not enjoy one bit of it and still feel horrible afterwards but this would be consensual. I can't hate this man for accepting my offer. He's not going to pin me down beat me till I'm black and blue and then force himself on me.

"Come on in" he reached one of his massive paws to me. Feeling defeated, I grabbed it. He walks me through an unkempt, messy but still somewhat nice looking house. Practically all the lights are turned off and as he guides me through this unknown maze.

He finally dragged me over to his bedroom, and sat down on the edge of it. He spread his massive furry legs and in the process stretched out his boxers a little bit. I know he's expecting me to get to work. I didn't really have another choice in the matter anyways.

I got down of my knees, (a position I'm admittedly too used to being in). He decided to waste no time. He grabbed the back of my head and completely immersed my face in his groin. I suppose this is his idea of foreplay. His scent was now forced deep into my nostrils. He had a very manly musk, dare I say it even turned me on a bit. My Father's was always so foul smelling, it disgusted me. This musk, I could actually get used to.

He didn't let me stay still for very long. He forcibly moved my head around and rubbed his now fully hard erection all over my face. I felt it, very clearly, even through his boxers. I couldn't move my head anywhere. I knew I wouldn't be able to free myself from his grasp. I started feeling helpless. He continued to move my head around like I was his plaything grinding his cock into it. I'd probably inhaled a week's worth of his musk. God that was the only good thing about this. I don't know how a man's smell could turn me on so much, especially a man like him.

"You like my dick in your face don't you pup?" The bruin growled.

I didn't have a response. Yes I was hard; he would have to notice that by now. I had a huge bulge practically popping out my pants, but for the record I was horny from before. The only thing enjoyable about this was his musk. It was so thick and rich yet so pleasurable. I didn't enjoy whoring myself out like that, in fact it's easier if I just don't think about it like that for now.

I just had to do this and be done with it. And the next step would be to get him naked. I couldn't get a good view seeing as how my face was permanently stuck in his crotch but I fumbled my paws around a bit. After groping practically every part of his meaty thighs I managed to hook my paws into his elastic waistband. "Okay here it comes" I thought to myself.

Slowly, I started to pull down his boxers and in response he finally let go of my head. "Oh quite eager aren't we". I wish he could just be quiet for a little bit. He doesn't have to make my feel like any more of a whore than I already do.

As I pull his boxers past his ankles he takes his shirt off. As I looked back up at him I saw his whole body. He was massive, just completely fucking massive. His gut protruded a great deal past where a normal persons stomach would have stopped. He had a couple trace signs of a once very muscular build and his body wasn't made up of all fat. Looking at him then he looked even more intimidating than when I first saw him. He looked mean and now I was certain he had the body to back that up.

His fat cock was bobbing up and down too. If I had seen a cock like that in some porn I was watching, I'd be happy. But the thought of actually having to go down on it made it a great deal more unappealing. I needed to push out my other thoughts though, it wouldn't be that bad. I just had to keep telling myself that.

"Like what you see huh?" the massive bruin said as he chuckled a little bit. "Now get on over here and finish what you started"

You'd think I'd be some kind of sex expert after all the sex acts I've had to do, but honestly I never enjoyed any of it. I was hurting so bad most of the time that I can hardly remember what I was doing. And the things that I do remember, well, I wish that I didn't remember them.

But I had to brush away these thoughts and get back to work. Just think about the nice cozy room with the warm bed that I get after this.

I approached his cock. My muzzle was literally inches away from it. God it looked big from there. I wondered if I could even get any part of that thing in. I had to bite the bullet and just go for it. I hollowed out my cheeks and started sucking his cock. I managed to get the head in. Then I tried to slowly move down and see how far I could go. I inhaled more of that Godly musk simultaneously, that really made things easier for me.

I got some very loud grumbling grows from that Bruin almost instantly. This gave me more encouragement to continue what I was doing. I was about two thirds of the way down when I started to feel myself gag a bit. I needed to pull back. When I started to, I got an immediate response from that dirty old bruin.

"God that mouth of yours feels so fuckin' good" he moaned. Right after that comment he grabbed my head as he had done before and pushed me down the rest of his length, and he groaned wildly.

That was definitely too far for me, I started gagging, but he kept me pressed all the way down. I tried to struggle, but I was stuck, I knew I was stuck. My lips were pressed against his balls and my nose was pressed deep against his pubic fur. God that musk again; so perfect. I was teary eyed and practically ready to vomit, but that musk made things somewhat better.

He finally let go and I immediately bobbed my head up for air. I wanted to be a little angry at him for doing that to me, without a warning and without any sign of remorse. But I didn't. I was selling myself tonight. I offered this, he was just taking what wanted.

I got ready to go back down on him when he pushes me away slightly and says "You'd better get naked before we finish this. I wouldn't want to splurge all over those nice clothes of yours."

Great, here we go again. It's hard enough suck off some old perverted stranger, but now I also have to worry about trying to hide all my baggage too. My bruises would still be the same. But even worse now, my tail hole was starting to leak out that douche bag lion's cum. I tried ignoring it and keeping it inside but with what was going on I started having some difficulty. He's got really nice carpeting, I wouldn't want to mess that up.

"If it's alright with you I'd just like to leave these on." I had pointed to my pants, I decided to choose the lesser of the two evils. I figured a couple bruises on the back would be better than leaking a stranger's cum all over his carpet.

"Alright boy, but don't blame me if your pants get messy." He sounded a little condescending but I don't think he meant for it to come out that way.

Whew, thank God. My life is so much easier when people don't ask me questions. Now all I have to worry about is that whole bruise thing, I don't mind leaking a little in my pants.

Alright, moment of truth, moment of truth. I slowly took my shirt off and watched him carefully. We're face to groin so there's no way he can't see my bruises. My shirt fell to the floor. He stared blankly at me for a second, maybe with a hint of sadness somewhere inside of him. After that moment, he continued on as if nothing had changed.

I moved my muzzle back toward his crotch again, but this time he seemed to show less restraint than before. The second I wrapped my muzzle around his cock he really began to use me.

He started using my face more like a fuck hole than anything else. He grabbed the top of my head and forced me down even deeper. I kept gagging and gagging but it's not like he gave a fuck. I was just his cum hungry bitch for the night. I was drooling and struggling to keep myself from vomiting as he kept relentlessly fucking my mouth. I wanted him to stop, I really did, but I couldn't risk not having a bed to sleep in, not after coming this far. I just had to take it a little more.

My head was on fire then and I felt a little dizzy. He pushed my head down harder and thrust up with even greater force. I couldn't take that abuse much longer. I could feel the cum in my ass start to leak out to, I was under too much stress to keep it in now.

I was gagging so much that pools of saliva started coming out of my muzzle. A lot of it would drip on to his dick and some of it ended up back on my face. I hated this, I hated this feeling. But somehow that Heavenly musk was keeping me hard. I felt a great mix of frustration and arousal. He continued to fuck my muzzle like this for what seemed like forever.

I heard him start to moan louder and growl deeper. He plunged his cock as deep as he possibly could, my eyes started to water profusely. I knew what was coming next. I felt his hard shaft pulsating inside my muzzle. His cum hit me all the way in the back of my throat. He started to sporadically pump his cock in my mouth.

"Ahhh, what a- GOOD! Boy you are" He said in between thrusts.

He pulled out of my muzzle with a big grin; he had satisfaction written all over his toothy smile. As he pulled out he smeared a little bit of his remaining cum against my cheek, it was demeaning as hell, but there was nothing I could do about it.

"Wow, I've never seen someone choke on a dick for that long. You're one great cock sucker."

I guess I'll have to take that as a complement. I tilted my head away from him and gasped for air a little trying not to show my intense discomfort.

"I'm sorry about that, I get a little carried away sometimes. Especially with someone as beautiful as you." he said with a straight face.

"I know you're not" I think to myself. "Don't worry about that its fine" I can't help but sound a little sad and distraught when I say this. But at least I get my room now, I finally get my room. I can finally get one nice thing after a lifetime of nothing.

He must have known what I was thinking because he immediately said "Just keep going down that hallway on your third left. You can stay there for the night."

"Thank you" I didn't care about anything else then, yes, I have a bed, yes!

I picked up my shirt and walked straight down the hallway as he said. My pants were pretty wet from all the cum that was leaking so I had to walk a little carefully. And there it was, as promised a nice cozy empty bed to stay in. I collapsed on to it. For a while I had a big smile on my face.

After the initial joy started to fade I started to think. "God I really am a whore, I'm filled with cum from both ends, by two different men and my father had nothing to do with it. I still have my own saliva all over my muzzle mixed with that horny old bear's cum." I really should have attempted to clean myself up, but I was just way too exhausted to do anything about at that point. All I was hoping to do was get a good night's rest and do something about it in the morning.