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The headlights of a red F-150 could be seen getting brighter as it moved down the dusty country road and pulled off into the woods where it would be out of sight from everyone unless they where intentionally looking for it. The truck's lights turned off and the engine was turned off, leaving only the sounds of the late May night. It was calm, with not even so much as a slight breeze outdoors. The full moon showed off it's silvery luminescence . It was as tranquil as could be. The trucks door windows rolled down and the two passengers, a male red fox and a male gray fox, stuck their heads out, sniffing the night air.

"Wish it was like this all the time," said the red fox as he moved his head back into the cab.

"I do too," said the gray fox, doing the same as the red fox had done with his head.

"Five years," said the red fox.

"What's that?" said the gray fox.

"Been more than five years since you and me first did it, Wyatt," said the red fox. "You remember that time we smoked pot in my bedroom when my parents and brother were in Ft. Wayne?"

"How could I ever forget, Levi?"" said Wyatt. "Your dad, being the sadistic prick he's always been, whipped you with the belt that day for coming home with a single C on your report card, even though your other grades were all A's."

"Can't tell you how many times I've been whipped with the belt since then," said Levi. "But after that day, it seemed to bother me less every time he did it?"

"Huh," said Levi. "Why's that?"

"Because after that day I realized that he might be able to keep winning battles, but he'd ultimately lose the war. You see, Wyatt, it really scared the shit out of me when I was a little kid, knowing how much that belt would hurt when he beat my ass with it, but after that day, It started to hurt less and less. I had built up an iron will that I wasn't going to let him see me get upset. I didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction. He even tried beating my harder, but I wouldn't scream or cry like I did before that day. I just wouldn't give in and let him break me."

"You're braver than I am," said Wyatt. "Glad my parents never beat me like yours did."

"Hey, I'm tougher because of it," said Levi. "And Donnie the Dickhead hasn't used the belt on me since I was sixteen. I guess he figured out that ti wasn't doing any good, because he couldn't get me to break down anymore. All he does is yell and scream about 'God this' and 'God that'. Same old shit."

"Never gonna give up the religious stuff, is he?" said Wyatt

"Not till they bury him," said Levi. "You know, I actually kind of feel sorry for the old bastard."

"Sorry for him?," said Wyatt. "After how he's treated you all these years?"

"Yeah, sorry for him," said Levi, sitting up straighter in his seat. "I know his parents raised him the way he's tried to raise Caleb and I."

"Been pretty successful brain-washing Caleb, I'd say," said Wyatt.

"Yeah, but Caleb isn't very bright," said Levi. "But he's very obedient, which is what my Dad values more than anything; more than intelligence, more than creativity, even more than showing compassion to others. He just wants to be obeyed because it gives him a sense of power, and that comes from him not being very bright, just like Caleb. If you can't come up with a good reason you want someone to do something, but you still want them to do it, well, then being obeyed becomes priority number one. So, there you go."

"Guess I never thought of it that way," said Wyatt. "But it makes perfect sense. Your mom's the same way from what I've seen."

"Oh, she is," said Levi. "But I know that's only because my dad demands her to be obedient as well; that whole 'wives, submit to your husbands' order in the New Testament. So, there it is, Wyatt. Everybody in my family is suppose to submit, they're supposed to obey whatever my dad says, but I have the brains to know that submitting to an idiot is never a good idea."

"I just thought of something," said Wyatt.

"What's that?" asked Levi.

"You talked about how your dad hasn't hit you with the belt for over two years, right?"

"I did," said the red fox.

"Think about this," said Wyatt. "I bet he realizes, though he probably won't admit it, that he knows all his efforts are in vain, that it's all futile. Whatcha think about that?"

Levi scratched his muzzle. "You might have a point about him coming to terms with it being futile. Well, and maybe it's just getting to be too much for the old bastard to put that much effort into hitting me. Bet it's wearing him out too easily."

"Last thing to go on a fighter is their hitting power," said Wyatt.

"Well, after tomorrow, I don't care what stays or what goes on him, because I'm outta there, and there's nothing he can do about it."

"I still got the money you've been giving me for the apartment," said Wyatt.

"Good," said Levi. For months now, Levi had been taking money he'd earned from working in a local restaurant, and was giving it to Wyatt for safe keeping. Donnie, Levi's father, had at times demanded that his son hand over part of his paycheck so that it could be used for what he called "the Lord's work", whatever in the hell that was. Levi had been sneaking out during the weekends to work extra hours at the restaurant in order to make enough money so that right after graduation, he and Wyatt could get their own place and have enough money for all their expenses. Wyatt had been working at the local hardware store during that year, also trying to get enough money do that he could move out with his boyfriend after graduation. Everything had been set in place for them to leave.

"Before we leave tonight," said Levi. "How about we have a little fun?"

"Good idea," said Wyatt. "I'll go first."

The gray fox reached over and unzipped his boyfriend's pants. He pulled down the red fox's boxers just far enough to let his dick come out. Levi was already hard, needing release. It had been over a week since he had last gotten together with his boyfriend. This mean that it wouldn't take long for Wyatt to get him to climax. The gray fox leaned down, but paused briefly when he heard a car go by in the distance, but brushed it aside after it was out of hearing range. Going back to work, he took in the red fox's cock and sucked away. Wyatt didn't mind that Levi, who'd been working in a dirty, greasy kitchen since 3:30 PM that day, didn't taste the greatest because of where he'd been. He was just happy to be with him, to please him. Besides, he'd taken Levi home several times from work, and this was pretty typical, smelling and tasting this way.

"Gonna blow," said Levi.

Like ready, Wyatt was ready and had no problem with what he was given. Levi was barely drained when the gray fox pulled down his own pants for the red fox to service him. Levi, smiling, gladly returned the favor Wyatt had bestowed upon him. Levi thought back to all the times he and Wyatt had sucked each other off, how many times he'd fucked him. It was amazing in his mind to think about how his strict, domineering father had never caught them in the act, or even voiced suspicions that his son was up to something "sinful". Levi went down on the gray fox, who he was certain, tasted and smelled better than he did. Wyatt, working in a hardware store, was not subjected to being around greasy friers, spilled food and all the other odors associated with restaurant work. Whatever Wyatt tasted like or didn't taste like, Levi was just happy to please his boyfriend of over five years. He sucked away at the gray fox's cock, which was smaller than his. Levi remembered reading an article about how the biggest determining factor in who was the top in a gay male relationship was penis size, and he wasn't surprised to learn that the study said that the male with the larger endowment was, with very few exceptions, the dominant one.

"Shit, man," groaned Wyatt. "I'm cumming."

Levi didn't have long to wait before he felt his partner's seed erupt into his maw. Like the blow job he'd received, it had been short, but pleasurable. Really, it didn't matter. After graduation tomorrow, he and Wyatt could suck and fuck as much as they wanted without fear of being caught. It was something they'd both been looking forward to for years and years, especially Levi, who was just glad that he was going to be leaving a completely authoritarian, highly restrictive family to be with the guy he loved more than anything.

"Come one," said Wyatt, coming down from his climax. "Time to take you home."

The last day of school for seniors was a dream come true to Levi and Wyatt, but especially Levi, who was looking forward to getting out of his parents' house. They only had to attend school until noon, and then were excused to go home so they could get ready for graduation later in the evening. Never again would the seniors have to sit through the drudgery of public education. Levi and Wyatt thought about how much they had endured; all the mind-numbing bullshit they'd been coerced into dealing with over the past four years, and even further back, throughout all the entirety of their time in the public school system, a system that still kept preaching to kids that if they truly wanted to be successful, they just had to go to college. Levi and Wyatt were smarter than that. They knew that if they went to trade school they'd spend far less money on school, would be in the workforce sooner, and would not have a useless degree that ended with the word "Studies", a degree that they would see as nothing more than an expensive decoration on the wall everyday they walked past it to go work their shift as a barista at Star Bucks. They had no desire to do that. What they did have a desire to do was to make money. Levi was going to go to school to be an electrician and Wyatt wanted to be a plumber. Though they had only entry level jobs at the moment, they hoped to make it in the future and actually start a family together. This was their greatest hope.

With they're being excused at noon to leave school and go home, Levi and Wyatt wasted no time in going to their homes and packing up their things. Wyatt stopped at his home first. He had already told his parents his plans and they were completely understanding of what he wished to do, so he did not have to covertly pack up and leave. Levi helped his boyfriend put his things into the bed of his Ford F-150, which was covered with a sizable topper.

"You already tell your parents what's going on?" said Levi.

"They know," said the gray fox. "I think they know that I just want to get out of their fur and start my own life."

"You tell 'em it's with me?" asked Levi.

"I did," said Wyatt. "They understand, and you know they've always liked you a lot."

"I've always liked them too," said Levi. "Wish we could stay there with 'em, but your house is too close to my parents, and I just wouldn't feel comfortable with that."

"Easy to understand why," said Wyatt. "I'm looking forward to living in another town later today."

"Me too," said Levi. "Hey, we got everything you need from your house now?"

"Think so," said Wyatt. "Wanna head over to your place now?"

"Yeah," said Levi, jumping in his boyfriend's truck. "Let's treat this like a special forces mission: get in and get out as quickly as possible."

"Sure thing," said Wyatt. "Let's get it over with."

"Yeah," said Levi. "Let's."

The two foxes arrived, seeing that nobody was at home. Levi took his house key and unlocked the door. Although he had not done much packing, he was ready to get this all over with. Being afraid that his father would grow suspicious if he had done any packing before hand, the red fox opted to wait until today to do any serious packing. Levi found that Wyatt was crucial to the packing process, as he needed to get out of the house before anyone came home. Packing up his stuff, he decided to leave everything he didn't need behind. He looked at many of the toys he'd played with when he was just a little cub. It took him back to a simpler time, maybe even a better time. He remembered being happy playing with that stuff, but something went wrong. When he got to be about six years old, he remembered that his father began to take the belt to him when he was "disobedient". It was then that life started to get gloomy, dark and depressing, and it wasn't until the day he and Wyatt had first smoked pot that Levi determined that his life would get better one day, no matter what it took.

"Better get this shit out of here," said Levi, handing his gray fox boyfriend a container of clothes.

Wyatt went outside to his truck and threw the box inside his covered truck bed. He came back outside, but before he could get back to Levi's bedroom, he saw a car pulling in the driveway. The gray fox's blood went cold when he saw that the car belonged to none other than Donnie, Levi's father. He ran back to his boyfriend's bedroom, panicking.

"Levi, youMar dad just came home!" he said.

"Oh fuck," said the red fox. "I can't believe this is happening."

Both of them heard the front door opening. Being on the first floor, Levi told his boyfriend to jump out the front window and hide in the truck. Wyatt took his advice and made a hasty retreat. Levi's blood ran cold when he heard what was without a doubt the footsteps of his father coming nearer to his bedroom.

The door swung open, and in walked Donnie, his eyes blazing wrathfully. "What in the world is going on here, boy?" he said. "What's that reprobate Wyatt's truck doing out in my driveway?"

"He's helping me move out, Dad," said Levi, trying to muster courage. "We're moving in together."

"Moving in together?" said the older red fox. "What in the name of holiness are you talking about?"

"What I'm talking about, Dad," his voice dripping with contempt. "Is that Wyatt and I are a couple. We're getting out of here and starting a life of our own."

"A couple?" said Donnie. "Boy, are you telling me that you and that degenerate are . . . domestic partners?"

Levi walked up to his father, unafraid of the consequences. "That's right, Dad," said Levi, growing bolder by the moment. "Wyatt and I have been a couple since we were thirteen years old. Whatcha think about that, hmm? Are you mad that your son is a big old sinful sodomite. Well, I am and I don't give a flying fuck what you think about it!"

Donnie was stunned. He'd had a long, difficult relationship with his elder son, having tried to put him on what he believed to be the straight and narrow, but this was more than he could handle. "Boy, if you're telling me that you're a filthy, godforsaken homosexual, you better think again, because that's grounds for me to go Old Testament on your behind."

"Yeah, Dad," shouted Levi. "I'm gay, and Wyatt is my boyfriend. What are you gonna do about it now, huh? I'm eighteen and I can do whatever in the hell I want. If you don't like that, then tough fucking shit, you son of a bitch."

Donnie, angrier than Levi had ever seen him before, launched himself forward and tackled his son. Levi found out quickly that he had underestimated his father, thinking him too old, too weak to actually hurt him. He didn't have a belt in his paws, but the older fox had a tremendous grip and threw his paws around his son's neck, trying to squeeze the life out of him. Levi fought back, kicking Donnie in the groin, sending him flying off of him. Levi regained his strength and got up, seeing that his father had a strained look on his face, no doubt from being hit in the crotch. He tried to make his way for the door, but Donnie somehow managed to get up and tackled him again. Levi wasn't as lucky this time. He watched as the older, fanatical fox sent punches flying into his face, making him see stars and causing him to become dizzy. He struggled to break free as the two of them fought there way out of his bedroom and into the living room.

The fighting became nastier, more intense, with Donnie trying to kill his first born son. Levi struggled to break free of his grip, but his father was mad with power. The older fox punched his son in the face over and over, but Levi managed to grab hold of a lamp from off a stand and threw it at his father, breaking it over his head. Donnie hollered out in pain, but the blow had not managed to knock him out. Angrier than ever before, Donnie picked up a shard of the broken lamp and slashed at his son, catching him across the chest. Levi howled in pain as the sharp edge of the shard sliced through his shirt, through his fur and into his flesh. Donnie sent a swift kick into his son's crotch, making him curl up into a fetal position. The older fox got up, seeing his son couldn't fight back anymore. He went out to the kitchen and brought back the biggest, sharpest knife he could find.

"I'm gonna kill you now, boy," said the older fox, wiping a streak of blood from off the side of his mouth. "This is the will of God to make you die the death!"

Levi, still in terrible pain, tried to curl up to protect himself, just knowing that he would not live to see another day, but something happened that would spare him his life. The door flew open, and he heard the sound of a shotgun being racked.

"Get away from him, you son of a bitch," yelled Wyatt.

Donnie saw the angry form of Wyatt in his house. The gray fox was armed with a shotgun, and it was aimed right for his head. Donnie, spun around, seeing his son's lover pointing a shotgun right at him. The older red fox, still armed with a knife, looked at the pissed off gray fox with surprise, not believing what he was seeing.

"Boy, what in the world are you . . ."

"Shut up, asshole," screamed Wyatt. "Drop that knife or I'm gonna splatter your head all across this living room."

Donnie, still angry, but knowing the gray wolf meant business, dropped the knife and held up his paws. Wyatt moved in, menacing the older red fox and gnashing his teeth menacingly. "Just give me a reason, any reason why I shouldn't kill you now."

Donnie just stood there, his paws up, stone still. Wyatt kept the shotgun aimed at the older red fox's face. "When I think about all the hell, not the bullshit in your holy book, but all the real hell you put Levi through, I just wanna squeeze this trigger an inch, just a fucking inch and end your miserable life."

Donnie no longer had any fight left in him. He was beyond angry when an armed invader walked into his house, but he knew Wyatt was serious, damn serious about this.

"You beat up your own flesh and blood, your very own son for what? Because you think some guy in the sky is watching you and is going to reward you after you die? You're despicable. Just give me a reason, come on, walk forward, try to take my gun away and I'll send you to your maker, motherfucker."

Levi, having regained his strength, stood up, his legs still rubbery, and went over to his boyfriend. "No, Wyatt," he said. "Just let him be."

The gray fox looked over at his battered boyfriend. Levi was a mess, covered in bruises all over his face and a large laceration across his chest. As much as Wyatt wanted to pull the trigger, as much as he wanted to kill the source of all his boyfriend's problems, he couldn't do it. Lowering the muzzle, he and Levi made their way out of the room. Donnie, still with his paws in the air, watched as his elder son grabbed hold of a copy of a Bible sitting on the stand near the front door. The red fox gave it a long look, and with all the strength he could muster, threw it at his father, hitting him in the face. Turning around, he and Wyatt walked out the door. Both of them hopped into the gray fox's Ford F-150 and Wyatt started it up.

"Come on," said Wyatt. "Let's get you to the hospital, okay?

Levi looked back into the cab of the truck, seeing the shotgun that Wyatt had brought with them, wondering whether or not his boyfriend should have killed him. He put a paw on his chest, feeling the blood seeping out and he cried.

"Thank you, Wyatt," he said. "You saved my life."

"Anything for you, Levi," said the gray fox as he pulled out of the driveway that was Levi's parents' house, never to return again. "Come on, let's get you to the hospital and then let's start a new life together."

Levi looked back, seeing the house he'd grown up in fade into the distance. He thought about how lucky he'd been that day; how he had come so close to dying and how Wyatt had saved his life. Though he'd grown to despise the idea of god, after today, he had to wonder if maybe there was a god. Maybe that god had sent Wyatt to protect him. If that was the case, he was going to thank that god for sending him a protector, and for sending him the fox that he loved more than anything. Wyatt put the pedal to the metal, wanting to get to the hospital so that his boyfriend could get the medical attention he needed. They would miss the graduation ceremony that evening, but neither cared. Both would get their diplomas regardless. Besides, what mattered more than anything in the world was that they were finally free; free to start their lives together. Bruised, battered and bloody, Levi thought about how wonderful that sounded to him. Despite his pain, he was glad that he had his amazing lover, his gray fox, his everything in his life. What more could he possibly need?