Taken:The One Thing
_The following story contains
rape, violence, swearing and anthromorphism (furries). If you don't
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The young fox was walking through the city streets with a bag of
groceries, minding his own business and looking forward to the warmth
of his home and his lover. He pulled his hoodie strings tighter, to
keep out the late-Autumn chill that seemed intent on seeping into his
very bones
He was musing over his plans for the evening. His stomach fluttered
with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Gods, he knew that Lex
had been waiting for this day to come...Not that he knew yet that James
had finally decided that tonight they would take the next step in their
sexual relationship
His Lex; such a patient mate. They'd been together just over two years
now. Lex had been "all the way" with a male before he'd met James.
James, on the other hand, had been a virgin. He still was, actually, if
you don't count all the sucking and murring that went on between the
two of them nightly
James pictured Lex's naked body, his muscular-yet-trim cat physique.
Lex was a very large cougar. And in James's eyes, he was the most
beautiful male in the universe
The thought of Lex and his beautiful green eyes, his strong jaw and
that small goatee of fur that always tickled the fox when they
kissed... the entire picture warmed him. James couldn't wait to get home
He was grinning foolishly beneath the black hood that covered all but
the end of his reddish muzzle
Suddenly, a large tiger was standing directly in his path, staring
directly into his eyes. James lowered his gaze and tried to sidestep
the imposing fur, but the tiger followed his move as if trying to
engage him in a dance on the cool sidewalk pavement
He dropped his grocery bag, startled, as a voice came from behind him
and to his right. "This one sure is pretty" James turned towards the
voice and saw a weasel in a leather jacket and dirty looking jeans.
"Yes, I think he'll be perfect", came a voice from his left.
James turned to see a huge brown grizzly morph smiling down at him. He
could see another, smaller weasel standing behind the bear
"Listen, I..."he cleared his throat, which had suddenly become very
dry, "I don't want any trouble. I don't have much money... only a few
singles..."
The larger of the two weasels interrupted him in a raspy voice,
"Trouble? We don't want no trouble." The weasel's shifty eyes seemed to
entail otherwise. "We just wanna invite you inside for a little bit."
He gestured to the warehouse they had stopped him in front of
James gulped twice, hard. He thought of running, but the way they were
crowding him made his chances of escape basically nil.
"Please, I... I really have to be going. I mean thanks for the invite,
but..." The sharp click of a blade, followed by the cold steel of a
knife against his throat were enough to stop James from trying to
babble his way out of whatever it was that these brutes wanted.
It was the tiger who spoke then, as he held James around the throat and
pressed the switchblade just below his Adam's apple. "I'm not gonna
stand here and listen to you whine all day, you little shit. Now you
keep your damned trap shut and we're gonna go inside. Do you
understand? Nod your head if we got an agreement." James nodded slowly,
terrified that he would accidentally cut his own throat on the blade.
"Good. Now I'm gonna take this blade offa you. If you fuck around,
you're getting split down the middle and spread all over this fucking
sidewalk."
The larger weasel was snickering excitedly as they led the trembling
fox down the side of the building. James didn't bother to call for
help. He could tell that the tiger wasn't playing... that he would be
killed instantly and he would never get to lose his virginity to Lex..._He'd
never see Lex again!_
As the tiger stepped forward and opened lifted the heavy door to the
warehouse, James was caught offguard by the grizzly's huge foot
planting a kick square in his rear. He tumbled through the doorway,
head over heels. His tail flew over him as he seemingly somersaulted
onto the hard paved floor of the warehouse. This was apparently a great
amusement to the larger weasel, as he couldn't seem to stop cackling
James lay there, stunned, as the other furs came in and the door was
slammed back down. There was a sound of chains being dragged over metal
and a "snap" as the tiger padlocked the only discernable exit from what
was about to become the fox's personal hell.
The bear and the tiger stalked off around a corner, confident that the
petite fox wasn't going to escape. Slowly, James rose to his knees and
twisted to face the two weasels. The smaller one, the one who hadn't
spoken, looked a bit anxious, as if he'd been waiting a long time for
this moment.
The larger weasel slinked over to James and bent down, with his hands
on his knees. They were face-to-face and he could smell the stale rot
of the weasel's smoke and booze breath.
"You see that little guy over there?" he gestured to the smaller
weasel. James could only manage to nod. The weasel continued, "That's
my little bro, Spike. He just turned sixteen. He's old enough to hang
with the big boys now." The smaller weasel grinned proudly and it
seemed to James that his chest may have puffed out a bit, beneath the
oversized army jacket he sported.
"You know what the big boys get to do, Foxee?" he drew out the end of
the word and his teeth shone menacingly. James was silent. "The big
boys get to do..." he narrowed his eyes and leaned in conspiratorally
"whatever the fuck they want." He ended the sentence with a
self-satisfied hiss and rose to stand over by his brother.
"And do you know what Spikey said he wanted to do first, when his big
bro asked him?" He didn't give James time to respond."He said he wanted
to fuck some tight foxslut tailhole. Said he wanted to get the gang
together and stretch some slutty little fox's ass." James stared at the
two with widening eyes. "What? No... no you can't." his voice was
pleading.
"No?" He stepped forward with lightening speed and slapped James
acrossed the face hard. "I don't think you know who the fuck
you're dealing with, Foxee." He gestured around the filthy warehouse
with open arms, as if he were a king in his thoneroom. "You aren't out there
anymore, you little fuck." he hissed, pointing at the padlocked door.
James was shaking all over. His fur stood on end as he tried to
comprehend what was happening. His mind kept trying to tell him that
this was just a dream, and he wished he could believe that. But the
cold, unyielding floor beneath his paws and knees, and the moldy odor
of the empty warehouse sufficed to prove this to be a reality.
"See, you don't know the rules, Foxee" he continued, "but we're gonna
teach you." His little brother nodded enthusiastically, as if someone
had just asked if he wanted to go out for ice cream or a soda.
"Ready in here if you're done chatting", came the bellowing voice of
the grizzly. "R..r..ready for wh-" two strong arms hooked under James's
pits and lifted him to his feet. He nearly collapsed to his knees
again, but the tiger was turning him and then dragging him by the
forearm to what was presumably his doom.
James squinted against the brightness that attacked his eyes as they
rounded the corner and he was half-dragged into a separate chamber of
the warehouse. He saw a table in the center of the room, and chairs
nearby as if they were getting ready for a game of cards. He knew
better and tried to struggle. He was slapped again, but the tiger's
backhand made the weasel's feel like a pat on the cheek.
Hot tears stung James's eyes and his throat was tight, as if a shriek
were stuck in there. He was tossed roughly into the center of the room
and then they were on him, tearing his clothes away. He yipped as his
pants were yanked roughly and his tail was pulled.
Then he was naked. He was naked and lying on the floor surrounded by
these four monsters that wanted to take the one thing he had saved for
Lex. The one thing he knew he would fight to save...
James made the awful mistake of trying to run for it. He didn't know
where... he just knew he had to run. The tiger was on him like a
jugghernaut. He flipped him onto his back and slammed him acrossed the
face with a huge fist, slapped his face back into position and then let
him have it again. James squirmed beneath the tiger's knees, his eye
swelling shut already. The tiger's weight was suffocating him. The
weight was gone just before James could pass out.
He was dragged, screaming now, by his tail. Dragged back to the table
and then slapped onto it like a steak onto a cutting board. He
struggled as paws pressed him facedown; other paws capturing his
kicking legs and flailing arms and tying them down with rough rope. He
struggled and wailed and screamed for Lex as something uncomfortable
was jammed under his belly, raising his ass. A rope was thrown around
his neck, tightened and fastened to the underside of the table.
"Please! Please!" it seemed that they were the only discernable words
left in his vocabulary. "Please! PleaaaACK" a ball was shoved into his
muzzle and fastened with a strap that went around his head. He could
only whimper.
He hyperventilated around the ball and the hammer of his own heartbeat
was deafening. The whistle in his ears, caused by the onset of sheer
panic and the rush of pure adrenaline, was not enough to drown out the
laughter of the towering furs.
_They love this. Oh GODS, they're loving every
second of this. Lex. Lex, save me._ His mind was a blur of laughing
monsters and the need to be safe in his lover's arms.
Then there was near silence, as the four hoods began to undress and
drop their dirty garments unceremoniously to the floor. James could
only listen and watch in his peripheral vision because his neck was
tied to the table so tightly that he couldn't turn his head. He didn't
really want to see, anyway. Didn't want to know...
"Mmph!" his eyes widened and he jumped in his restraints as a dry
finger pushed against the pucker of his tailhole. He reflexively tried
to lower his tail again and it was yanked up sharply.
He moaned around the gagball and whimpered as the finger pressed a bit
harder. "Fuck he's tight", came the now-familiar voice of the bear.
"Well, you ready kid?" It took James a moment to register that it
wasn't he who was being addressed. "Oh, yeah" said Spike, already
stroking his hardening shaft.
Spike climbed behind the trembling fox and placed his cock against the
fox slut's pucker as it sprang from his sheath. He steadied himself and
paused for what seemed to James to be a painful eternity. Then he
slammed in.
He couldn't even make a sound as the shock of being so harshly
penetrated exploded through him, like shattered glass and acid under
his tail. The young weasel had a tiny dick, but it was still big enough
to hurt. He didn't wait, but started jackhammering into the helpless
fox, holding his tail up and stabbing into him with all the fury of
oversexed youth.
He came quickly, squeezing the fox's tight asscheeks painfully as he
pumped his load into the fox's bleeding ass. He pulled out and grabbed
James's beautiful tail, using it to wipe the bleachy cream from his
sensitive member.
He hopped off the table and dropped into a chair to float in his
post-orgasmic high. His big brother was next. He fucked him just as
fast and hard, smacking him on the ass once and scraping his nails
along the fox's sides just before shooting white fire into the tight
tailhole.
All the while, the bear had been standing in front of James, nude,
stroking his own massive member. Now that it was his turn, he grabbed
the ball and undid the strap behind James's head. His teeth chattered
and tears spilled endlessly. "I wanna hear him scream" the bear
rumbled, before strolling over to take his place behind the weeping
fucktoy that they had secured themselves.
The bear spread James's cheeks painfully, then gave his white-furred
balls a squeeze. He bent down and under the fox's tail, savoring the
smell of his sweat and fear.
James cried out in anguish, as his ass was rammed into mercilessly. He
was a relatively small fox, and the cock tearing into him felt like a
ten foot torch burning his once-virgin tailhole and gorging his insides.
He screamed piercingly as the bear plowed deeper and deeper, causing
him pain that he never could have imagined.
The bear slowed his pace, dragging his giant cock back and forth inside
the hollering and bawling fox. He smiled and ran his massive paw over
the red fur of James's back. He looked up, "Hey, Danny. You wanna plug
that the fuck up? I'm gettin' ready to pick up the pace and the little
shit's starting to hurt my ears." The tiger, Danny, obliged by shoving
his cock down the screaming fox's muzzle. He began to fuck James's face
as Eddie rammed into his ass even harder.
James cried openly, the tears falling onto the cement floor...
Hours Later...
Lex tilted his head as there was a screech of wheels, someone doing a
peel out in front of their 2nd-floor apartment. He'd been waiting by
the phone, getting up only to pace the room. Someone rang the doorbell
and he jumped up and ran to the door that led to the stairs.
"James, Honey? Is that you? Baby, I've been worried sick. I thought you
were just getting groceries. I... What the fuck?"
The doorbell wasn't stopping, as if someone were leaning on it.
"Coooomiiiinnng..." Lex yelled as he took the stairs to the front door
two at a time. He swung the door open and froze.
There, before him, stood James. He was completely thrashed. He'd been
stripped down to his underwear and his eye was swollen shut. His fur
was matted and sticking up and his tail was bent at an awkward angle.
Lex had only a half a second to realize all of this. Then he was
lunging the last few steps and catching his lover as he swayed and
began to fall.
Lex looked down at the battered face of his mate, tears streaming from
his eyes and landing on James's muzzle. "Baby" he whispered. "Baby,
what..?" His sentence trailed off as he realized that James was
unconscious, probably from shock.
The large cougar ascended the stairs with his unconscious lover hanging
limply in his arms. He cradled James's battered body as he whispered
his love to him again and again. He was reassured by the fact that
James was now snoring a little and opened his eyes a bit and looked at
him every minute or so.
Lex had two things planned, right then. He was going to clean James up,
bandage and sooth him as best he could, before taking him to bed and
just holding him close, making him know he's safe.
When James was healed, Lex was going to find out who did this to his
precious, precious, innocent and beautiful male... and he was going to
make them pay. They were going to pay dearly.
To be continued...
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