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All characters are copyright to me, TiberiusRings. If you have any questions, comments, send them to [email protected] Complaints can be sent to my gmail, same name, but I will hardly check those as frequently. This story contains male on male fornication, if that repulses you, you can gladly go somewhere else.

So there he was, Rei Tiberius Conner, hanging from a pair of chain cuffs, naked with his underwear around his ankles, bodysuit torn to shreds, and wet, sickening feeling inside his body. God damn, even Duncan wasn't that messy when he used to sleep with this 'coonish hero.

Rei was not going to "hang out" and wait for Harding, the Military captain of the Marine Corps to come back and continue to rape him, trying to make him into some older variation of a catamite. No, Rei was already working on a way out, and playing along as the subdued subordinate who seemed to actually enjoy his rape had worked; Harding had a bit of an ego boost now and left him alone. Rei had not spied any cameras and figured the good old soldiers of the US of A thought he was less of a problem without his gear.

The grunt who searched him, however, had missed the pick in his sleeve, and with his hands so close together, he had easily managed to wiggle out of his sleeve and into the lock. Rei sighed a bit as he twisted the long, silver piece of metal, trying to throw the tumblers and let him go, but it wasn't easy. The lock felt intricate, and in this position it was hardly comfortable. He also had to take it painstakingly slow, because if he dropped the pick and Harding came in before he was done, the evidence of his escape would be found, and he would lose the few tools still hidden on his person.

As he twisted the lock pick, staring at his reflection in the steely metal, Rei thought back to how someone like him became a professional thief, and what the hell had he done with his life to warrant kidnapping and rape by a military organization. His mind began to wander, feeling the hands of the clock, or the digital readouts depending on your generation, begin to roll backward. Flashes of Duncan, the cold streets, people's faces and names he couldn't place, all the way back to the fall of his 13th year on the planet. The fall where he'd run away from home.

Rei Conner had been an accidental birth by two people, Wanda Conner and Samuel Conner, his parents. His mother, who had tried to be successful at everything she did until she hit 25, was on a serious downward spiral. The attempt to better her life had ended when she lost her job as a real estate agent, and went right into the arms of Samuel Conner. Samuel Conner was a construction worker all his life, growing up in a hard family with a deep religious tie, he had insisted on no birth control when he and Wanda consummated their marriage. What had culminated from that was Rei, and since the moment his mother had reported to his father he was on the way, Rei knew he had never been wanted.

His mother, from what he could remember, never was all there. She had began taking drugs while Rei was still a toddler, the stress of raising a child with a husband who was never there had been too much for good old Wanda. She had retreated even further into her seclusion by going to a place only she could go; drug induced visions and stupor that took hours, if not days, to snap her out of it. His father had been non existent in raising him, the man insisting that his time to raise his whelp of a son was when he could walk, and talk, and use the toilet. Thinking back, Rei would have wished to stay an infant much longer than what his biological clock said he should have been; his father had been crueler than his mother ever was.

When Rei turned five, his toys had been taken and thrown away, his father, the big, stout raccoon male with broad shoulders and brown fur, had crouched infront of his boy and proclaimed "Men don't play with toys, or sleep with stuffed animals. You are a man now in my eyes, and expect to be treated like one."

From that moment on, Rei's father had insisted he work around the house, which started with cleaning, but of course, even a young boy's motor skills aren't always developed, and when he failed, or forgot a task, it resulted in a usual beating, usually with his father's favorite implement, his belt. The belt never broke skin, but it hurt and when he was at school, he lied to his swim teacher he couldn't go swimming since water made him feel sick when he was in it, he really didn't want to show the marks on his flesh from the strap of leather.

Finally, after a rather brutal beating when Rei came home five hours late, when he was just barely a teenager, he made the decision to run away, and never look back. He had grabbed his small backpack he used for school and emptied it of all its contents, and packed it with some clothing, his pocket knife, his small savings of money, and nothing else. There wasn't anything else in the home worth taking or he had any fond attachment to. So, in the middle of a warm night at the end of summer, he crawled out of his bedroom window, and left, walking toward the city, New York, which was a few miles away.

Rei laughed, twisting the metallic pin, as he thought back to those days. Movies and books that glamorized running away were far from accurate, and in fact, those depressing documentaries and videos they showed in school of teenage children suffering and dying if they ran away had been far more accurate. Like any child, he had not grasped the big picture and merely acted upon impulse, which was to get away from a mother withdrawn into drugs and a father who had been trying to force his son to be a man he mentally and physically could not be, yet. He had never felt any kind of love from those two people, and did not miss them. While Rei did not have any emotional pang of longing, home sickness, and wanting to be held, he did miss the heater, his bed, and indoor plumbing that wasn't attached to some drug store. He also missed showers and washing machines.

He had been on the streets only a week when he had ended up being mugged near Central Park. He remembered it clearly; walking down an alley in the middle of broad daylight, when someone, he thought it was a doberman, stepped infront of him and a pit bull behind him, trapping the boy within a pincer movement that seemed beyond their whiskey soaked brains and actions. Rei was stunned, and when one of the dogs approached

"Hey kid," the doberman had said, a sneering grin with yellow canines gleaming in the sunlight, hands buried into worn out jeans so thin they looked like paper. "Must be knew on this side 'o the city. Gotta pay a tax, man. A tax. Now see, a cute kid like you, you gots two options. One," The doberman held up a solitary index finger infront of Rei, who was backing up more and more, though conscious of the pit ball man behind him. "you pay up. Saaaay, 20 bucks, and we go away. If ya's ain't got 20 bucks, then we can take a nice, long crack at that ass o' yours. Or yer mouth, but if you bite, we can always crush your muzzle until teeth fall out like candy. So, whats it gonna be, kid? Money or our tender, loving care?"

Rei, who was a virgin at the time, had been terrified. He hadn't even begun a ritual at night that most boys his age were beginning, which was masturbation, and these men were talking about raping him! The sad thing was, he only had 30 bucks left to his name. He wasn't sure what would be worse, but he knew people cherished their virginity when it was going to be taken from him. So, with a shaking hand that moved from the strap of his backpack, he pulled out his worn out wallet and fished out twenty bucks. Rei held it up and yelped when the pit bull behind him grabbed it with a laugh.

"Kid's got scratch. Not bad, kid. Remember, every month you pay up, one way or another." The next thing Rei knew, he was being shoved from behind, and hit the pavement hard. The wind was pushed out of his lungs, causing him to gasp for air as he laid there, watching the two muggers head out of the alley and turn a corner. He was now safe for now, but two thirds of his money was now in the hands of someone who would more than likely spend it on whiskey or some other kind of liquor. Home, right now, wasn't looking too bad, but he knew if he came back, his father would not welcome him home, and probably break his nose in the process. With a sigh, Rei got up and dusted his pants off, trying to think of how he could make money to survive. Money made the world go round, and Rei's world was slowing as his money trickled into oblivion.

Rei had done what he could, which was, find jobs around the city under the table. America had no shortage of needed labor and no shortage of people who needed work, the sad thing was he spent a lot of his time doing back breaking labor for almost no money whatsoever. He spent a week hauling kegs around the back of a smelly bar, whose patrons ate the beer and drank the glass. He had been allowed to sleep in the back room, away from the weather and anyone who could try to abuse him, but the owner had charged him rent and cost for food. He had worked harder than he had ever in his life, and come away with barely 10 dollars to his name. He felt tired, sore, and defeated. What was he going to do? He wasn't going to be able to work like this the rest of his life and enjoy himself, but he was going to need to find a way to get out of being homeless, but how?

The months dragged on, and the days grew colder, and Rei began to grow more and more desperate. He was still a virgin; he refused people who requested his rear end for a ten, though when he had been hungry as all hell, he had seriously weighed his options and almost agreed. He spent his time doing jobs like at the bar; working his backbone to dust, sleeping in the back, and barely making by. He was paying off those goons, but work became harder to find as the days began to grow colder and more desperate people, attempting to get out of the cold looked for jobs that allowed sleeping indoors. Rei had to avoid the homeless shelters, lest he be picked up by the state and pushed into the foster care system. He ranked that system up there with his father and the goons who made sure he paid up, which was seriously hurting his wallet. He barely made by last month, and now, it was the end of the month and he would have to pay soon. He would be broke, and nearly dead. He would be dead by the end of December, he knew that.

Desperation and motivation. That was what changed the course of his life. He remembered hearing from some bum, who was actually quite intelligent, that the world only changes when the comfortable becomes the uncomfortable, when people can no longer withstand the normality in which they are in, and Rei had reached that point of being so uncomfortable that he needed to change, or die.

That day was still a blur in Rei's aged memory; he had been so hungry and tired, he knew he was sick. He was sickly thin and knew he would not survive a week. It was the first snowy day of December, but the snow had finally stopped falling. He was out on the street, wearing a pair of faded jeans that desperately needed a wash, as well as a sweater that had seen much better days. He was on the road, walking the opposite direction of people, and looking at the passing faces of people with full bellies and warm clothes.

"I'm going to steal from one of them" Rei had told himself, his hands shoved deep within his jeans, walking lazily along the snowy bank, listening to the crunch of snow and the sound of cars passing. His ears were bitterly cold, the sharp bite of freezing was nipping at the parts of his body without much covering, and he was sure he was half frozen. He had spent the last hour walking up and down the sidewalk, not sure what he should do; should he stick to the morals he had stayed with since he'd come into this world, even in death? Or should he continue to live and balk at the status-quo, fight for his life and take what he needed from a society that would not offer it up?

A burning ball of passion filled his chest, his resolve set, he would do it. He would steal a wallet or a purse, and splurge like no tomorrow on the pilfered contents. He would enjoy a hot motel, a thicker sweater, a hot meal, and relish in the fact he wouldn't be homeless for one night. He grinned a bit as he walked, and spotted the first target.

The man infront of him, walking the same direction as he was, appeared to be a wolf. His fur was brown as chocolate, at least from what Rei could see from the back of his head. The man was wearing a long, black trench coat, with what appeared to be slacks. Rei watched with sharp eyes and went in step with the man, keeping a good distance between him and the wolf as he looked to the side, he saw those slacks bulging at the back. A wallet. A FAT wallet it looked like. Rei grinned and looked forward, exhaling deeply and watching his breath fly from his lips, the cloud of white smoke floating upwards along the sky and then vanishing. He was going to do it.

The man began to descend into the subway system, and Rei picked that time to move. Rush hour was just beginning and people were coming up the stairs, and going down. He watched people weave to and frow, and Rei, being skilled at dodging people now, slipped up to the wolf, right behind him. When he was almost chest to back with the taller man, his hand moved, almost without thinking. His hand moved and slipped along the side of that trench coat, moving swiftly as he touched the top of that back pocket as gently as a feather. People about, bumping into the wolf, perfect timing. His hand gripped the leather with two claws and lifted, fluidly, up and out..his hand held the wallet and pulled out easily, slipping the wallet into the front pocket of his sweater.

He had done it. He had done it and hadn't got caught.

Rei walked lazily now now with the flow of people, his head swimming with surprise and amazement that he had done it. He felt the rush people get when they defy death, and in a way, he had. This little treasure of an item would be able to sustain him at least for the here and now. He had never felt more alive than now, and was pleased with his young self.

As the crowd moved and parted, Rei moved the opposite direction of the wolf and headed along the station to the other set of stairs that would return to the surface. He was unaware of the people around him, just the weight in his sweater as he walked up the stairs and back out into the bitter cold. Again, Rei did not feel it as he rode the buzz he had obtained from stealing. Was he developing a bit of kleptomania? Probably, but for now, he was eager to see what he found. He headed down an alleyway and looked about for signs of life, and saw none. Rei hauled the wallet out and flipped it open to see the contents of his wonderful prize.

What he checked first was the billfold, where the money was kept. JACKPOT! It was full of hundred dollar bills, seven in all. He laughed out loud and jumped, the bit of a kid he had not been allowed to be came out. He had found a treasure beyond his wildest belief, and had more money than he had ever seen. He also found a few credit cards, and would have to careful with those, but for now the money was all that mattered. He was giddy with glee, happiness, and ready to go to an All You Can Eat Buffet.

"Sneaky." A voice said from behind him. Rei froze, his eyes wide as his heart paused and skipped a beat. He turned ever so slowly toward the owner of that voice who had shattered his moment of glee. He was expecting some bum, but if it was a cop, well...both situations had him ready to bolt for high heavens. What he saw though was something completely different.

The wolf was there, arms crossed, and smirking. Rei could see now the delicate creamy underfur the wolf had, which went from his lower muzzle and down his neck, vanishing into his suit shirt and tie. The trench coat was undone, revealing a rather expensive looking suit that screamed money. He just robbed a rich man. FUCK. What the hell, how come in the game of life, he kept rolling a one and landing on "miss a turn?" He was ready to run.

"You know, I barely felt you pick pocketing me, kid. If it had been someone else you wouldn't be looking at my face right now; they'd have been oblivious. Now then, why don't you return what's mine and I won't call the police, hm?" The voice was deep and rich, and commanded attention. Rei felt his knees go weak, and his stomach began to tighten. He couldn't run, he had to return his prize.

As the raccoon stepped forward, ringed tail flicking behind him as he held the wallet out with a shaking hand, a blurr of motion shot infront of his eyes. The next thing he knew, something hit him square on the stomach, the wind leaving him again. Another blur and a flash of hot white pain, and the sensation of being moved off his feet. He felt himself soar and then hit the wall behind him, bouncing off it like a ball. He remembered going down and blackness engulfing his senses, before nothing.

Click!

The cuff came loose. At least, the one he'd picked did. Rei grinned and laughed. While he had been going down his wonderful memory lane, he had managed to finally get the thumbler to release and unclench from his wrist. One down, one to go. He switched the lockpick from hand to hand, and then began to do the very same to the other.

Memory lane had many shades of color, and he had been travelling down the bleaker ones. Now, his thoughts would trail to the time where his life took another drastic turn, for the better.

To be continued...