Teenage Troubles: Chapter 1
Chapter 119 Mourn Street, City of 'Fait'5:44 AM, 30th of March*Lyall*Lyall's mouth was filled with the musky, abhorrent and knotted penis for what seemed like the hundredth time. As always, his gag reflexes were triggered instantly and he began to silently retch. Regardless, the cock continued to thrust, to face fuck him as if his mouth was a fleshlight. Spit dribbled down the sides of his mouth like the tears that flooded out of his brown eyes. Whoever was doing this was relentless. They gave him no time to breath, no chance to protest and no way to escape. If not for his nose, Lyall would have choked to death. It didn't take Lyall long to acquiesce. After all, what choices were available to him?No matter how much or how many times he willed himself to bite down on the meat, his jaw refused to clamp shut. Although he was more than distressed, he allowed the male to slam his dick further into his mouth until his knot was threatening to invade Lyall's lips, his length resting on Lyall's tongue. Pre trickled out of the canine's meatus and down Lyall's throat. Lyall wasn't used to physical abuse in the form of rape, he'd get punched in school or get teased, but no fur had ever deflowered him. He was drenched in sweat, it was bad enough that he was being raped, but what would happen when the deplorable fur above him came?Lyall was on his knees, his forepaws were bound behind his back with rope. His legs were free to move, yet he couldn't stand up or run. Without his consent, Lyall's mouth began to suckle on the cock like a young fur might suck its mother's teat. Lyall suddenly felt a furred forepaw run across his face fur to wipe away his tears. They tried to be sweet with him, but even when they wiped away his tears they pushed roughly to scoop up the water. Whoever was on the receiving end was loving it, but made no attempt to bask in the pleasure. After every grunt they would thrust their chalice into the back of Lyall's young mouth causing poor Lyall to gag or choke.The climax ensued soon after the knot entered Lyall's soft lips. The first few seconds of the orgasm were beautiful in Lyall's opinion, but after that Lyall realized that it wasn't right. The orgasm wasn't stopping and all though Lyall was a virgin, he knew that such a thing wasn't normal. With each passing second Lyall was filled with more and more cum. He couldn't open his mouth and swallowing didn't help.Eventually, he took in a more than ample amount of cum, he could feel himself swelling up like a broken arm. Lyall was taken by a cold sweat of panic, fear and worry. With one final, feeble attempt Lyall attempted to force the cock out of his
mouth, to his surprise, it worked. Without a second of thought, he opened his mouth wide and bite down with force. The cum morphed to blood, sickly, disgusting, foul tasting blood. Lyall drowned in it before he could regret his decision. *Lyall*Opening his eyes, he saw that he was staring at the white ceiling of his bedroom. He forced his head up and looked around. He was alone. He hadn't been raped, he was still straight and virginal. He felt the comfortable mattress under his body, had it been a dream? No, it had been a nightmare; you didn't die or get raped in a dream nor would you casually suck a cock.Lyall's mouth was sore, so maybe it hadn't been a dream. Overcome by a frisson, his forepaw shot up to his jaw. He was nearly brought to tears by the idea of having a dick in his mouth. Lyall felt something wet touch his face, which only aggravated his tears. Eyes already becoming cloudly, he jerked his head backwards and saw what had touched his face, his own index finger. It was covered in saliva. His saliva.Everything started to make sense to Lyall. He'd been sleeping and had started sucking on his finger. Eventually, it had affected his dreams causing him to think it was a dick, not a finger. He choked because he'd pushed his finger too far into his mouth, but that didn't explain the cum. It was absurd to assume that somefur had stuck their dick into Lyall's mouth. Lyall stopped thinking about the 'blowjob', it would be best to forget that he had ever dreamed it.Lyall stood up and looked at the mirror that stood beside his bed. Lyall hated the way his body looked. Although his fur was soft and silky, the color would always bring hatred, It was ink black and, in his opinion, it was abhorrent. It was plain black, no spots, no variation in shade and nothing to make him look interesting. How could anyfur love a one-colored rabbit? His eyes were also freaky, yet generic. They were a dark brown color, but were devoid of emotion. They seemed to look through you, not at you. They didn't belong on Lyall's face, they could scare even the most fearless of people.On the other hand, his effeminate body was 'the most adorable thing ever,' according to the girls in most of his classes, but it wasn't like they actually cared about or liked Lyall. He was lithe, supple and far from graceful. He always stumbled about and managed to knock over everything that was classed as sturdy. His feet were incredibly small for a 14 year old, they'd only just reached size six. His smallness continued with his stick like legs that plumped out to become his smooth thighs. His chest was no better, it was so flat that it was
hard to believe that his guts lived in there. The skin beneath his black fur was so pallid that most assumed that he was sickly. He turned around to look at his butt that was covered by his boxers. They were blue and black, but the black was still many shades lighter than Lyall's fur. A hole had been cut out for his small, fluffy rabbit tail. His chest was so lacking in fat, you could see his rib cage and his arms were no better in size. If his eyes weren't so emotionless and his chest so flat, people would mistake him for a girl. His floppy ears hung down, another annoying feature about himself.Lyall turned back around, he'd finished inspecting himself. Before he walked off to the bathroom to get ready, he noticed a wet patch in the front of his boxers. Great... it had been a wet dream. He quickly pulled of his boxers, worried that they'd be ruined. The worst had come true, the instance that his boxers had faced a full load, maybe two. "At least I haven't got anejaculation." Lyall chuckled, bawdiness always ameliorated the aftermath of his wet dreams.After taking them off kept them in his forepaw and couldn't help himself from looking at his sheath. There was a thread of left over cum dangling from the edge, temptation got the best of him and he quickly caught it on a finger. He licked the cum off his finger and was instantly appalled by the salty taste. Whilst Lyall was pondering on what to do, he looked about his room. The carpet was completely black and stainless, but that didn't mean it wasn't covered in trash. Lyall had a tendency to eat chocolate in an attempt to put on some weight, to no positive gain of course, then he'd throw the wrapper onto the floor and leave until he could be bothered to clean up. A while ago, his room had always been in a copacetic order, everything from the dust to his bed sheets. On New Years day, his melancholy started and he'd been lethargic ever since, so his room hadn't been cleaned for a month or two and the bin was overflowing.The walls of the room were completely white, but had been bedecked with band posters and the covers of his favorite rock magazines. In Lyall's opinion, the most important thing in his room would be his double bed. In truth, it was just two single beds pushed together. It was where he spent his hours before and after school. A dark brown, Gothic wardrobe towered on the far side of the room that housed all of Lyall's clothes. Most of his clothes were black, save for his school shirts which were white. Lyall also had a desk, that was just beside the door and a small TV hanging at the foot of Lyall's bed. On his desk, he had a laptop which had been adorned with band stickers. Lyall decided on what to do
and hurried over to his wardrobe to pick out some clothes.With little thought, he reached into a drawer and grabbed a pair of black boxers, which fortunately weren't cum stained. He scrunched them up in his forepaws, so that he didn't have to put them on straight away thus ruining them. He left the drawer hanging open, something on the floor had caught his eyes. He picked up a pair of black skinny jeans from the floor along with a black skull and cross bones t-shirt. He wasn't foppish, if it didn't smell and if it wasn't gaudy it was good to wear! Lyall also picked up some black tape from his desk, he then applied it to his nipples in crosses. He had no idea why he did that everyday, but it was a habitat and for some reason it made him smile. He hurried into the bathroom to start his morning routine.Quickly, Lyall looked into the mirror above the white, porcelain sink to inspect his hair. His hair had always been fringed, even before he decided that he was an emo. He liked to keep it so that it ended where his nose was and would never cover more than his left eye. Although the majority of his hair was black, there were a few cream color strands that had surfaced randomly. It looked stylish, so he'd never dyed them black.He turned the shower on to perform his ablutions and let the water get to the right temperature whilst he put down the shower mat, drew the curtains, locked the door and threw his old pair of boxers into the wash. He dropped his fresh clothes outside of the door to save them from getting wet. Hoping into the shower, he started thinking about how shit his Monday was going to be. Maybe he'd skip school, one day couldn't change anything. Who would care?Thanks for reading!Deciding to revise all of this series, so that it's better and so that I can remember what's happened. No majors changes will occur, just a few fixes and added words. As always, tell me if you find any mistakes!Story and characters © Kalebthecat