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Jack sat on a park bench holding a bottle of vodka. He had barely slept last night and the little sleep he did have was filled with nightmares. Barnes towering over him like some kind of evil Godzilla. Looking down at him and laughing. Then smushing him into the ground with a huge footpaw. To his surprise the owner of the off licence had served him without asking for I.D. He had never drank alcohol before but he wanted to forget. Forget about coach Barnes. Forget about what he did last night. Forget about the situation he was in. Forget about everything. He unscrewed the top off the bottle and took a gulp. It tasted vile but the affect on him was almost immediate. He felt light headed. A few more gulps and he started to feel happy. He was getting some strange looks but he didn't care.

Mike knew what he had done was risky. The wolf could tell somebody. What if he already had? No, he reassured himself. He would not be that stupid. He would put his family's safety first. He felt a little better now. He looked through the pictures he had taken again. The little fucker had such a cute ass. His cock stiffened as he imagined the pretty wolf sitting on his lap. He found his favourite picture. The wolf was on his knees and looking over his shoulder at the camera. Legs spread wide and tail raised revealing his balls and that plump looking rump. He jerked off again.

Dan heard his phone ringing and answered it. An unfamiliar voice filled his ear.

"Is this the Simmons household?"

"Um, yes it is. Is there a problem?"

"This is the police Mr Simmons. I think we have your son."

He could not believe what he was hearing. "Jack? Jack Simmons?"

"That is the name he gave us. And he gave us this number."

"What is he doing there?"

"He was arrested for being drunk and disorderly."

Dan was sure he was hearing things. His son drunk? He was a good boy. He never messed with alcohol. There had to be some kind of mistake. "We'll be right there," he said before hanging up. He told his wife and they headed for the station.

Jack sat in a cell feeling sorry for himself. He had drank over half of the vodka and his head pounded. He felt like he was going to vomit again. He groaned and rubbed his stomach to try and keep the nausea at bay. The door opened and he saw his parents. He couldn't tell if they were disappointed or angry or both. His father was first to speak. "What the hell were you thinking? Drinking on a park bench like some kind of hobo! Have you no respect for yourself?" His mother tried to calm him down. "Shouting is not helping. Look at him. He knows he's done wrong." Dan sighed and sat next to him. "Why son? I don't understand." Jack opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. He began to cry. Dan wrapped an arm around the sobbing wolf hugging him tightly. "Shh don't cry. We'll talk later. Let's just get you out of here."

Jack knew the monster was gaining on him. The monster was Mike and he was taller than the buildings he was bulldozing through as he chased the wolf. He was taking his time, his long legs allowing him to keep up with Jack with little effort. His huge feetpaws crushed everything they came into contact with and left prints in the ground. Jack was exhausted and his chest ached. He tripped over something and fell flat on his face. He rolled over and saw the massive canine towering over him, an evil grin across his face. He raised a giant footpaw and slowly lowered it until everything went black.

Just a nightmare. He tried to remember what happened at the park. He remembered somebody having a go at him for drinking in public. Telling whoever it was to fuck off and mind their own business. And not much else. He thought about the shepherd's threat last night. Would his parents really be in danger if Mike got arrested? Or was it just an empty threat to keep him in line? He wasn't sure but it was a risk he could not take. He would never forgive himself if his family were harmed or worse. He knew there would be questions about why he had been drinking. He would just have to make something up. Oh I found the vodka and got curious. I wasn't drinking it to try and forget what the school pervert made me do last night. He sighed. When was this going to end?

Mike paced back and forth. He was getting paranoid. Would the threat of his family being harmed be enough to keep him compliant? What if he didn't take it seriously? Quit while you're ahead he told himself. Stop now and he might just keep his mouth shut. Anyway he'd had some fun. And he had the pictures. He looked through them again. They almost made the risk of getting caught worth it.

Kate took another sip of the tea her husband had made her. She kept asking herself why her son had behaved like he did but she had no answers. Was he being bullied at school? Or was there something else going on? Dan wrapped an arm around her and held her close.

"Try not to worry love. I don't think he'll be drinking again in a hurry."

"But why was he drinking in the first place? That's what I don't understand."

Dan shrugged. "Maybe he found the vodka and he just wanted to try it. You know what teenagers are like."

"No. Not our Jack. He's a good boy. I think there is something going on. Do you think he is being bullied?"

"Possibly," he replied. "We'll have a chat with him later." He squeezed his wife's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of it."

"So what did Barnes want yesterday? And don't tell me it was nothing." Jack and James were sitting on the swings at the park. They had been friends since they were pups and James always knew when something was up.

"I told you it was nothing."

He said something to you. What was it?"

"None of your business," the wolf snapped. "Just drop it will you?"

"The guy's a weirdo is all I'm saying. He had his paw on your shoulder. What was that about?

Jack was getting fed up of his friend's questioning. He had enough of it from his parents earlier. "Why won't you let this go? Mind your own damn business and leave me alone alright?" The fox opened his mouth to reply but Jack cut him off. "I mean it James. Back off." He stood up and walked away leaving the fox on his own.

Jack knew he was being watched. He could feel the coach's eyes on him. It was sports day again. Seven days had passed since this nightmare had started. And not a single text from Mike. Maybe the coach had grown bored of him. Maybe he could put it all behind him and move on now. Maybe. He heard the sound of the whistle and coach Barnes's voice. "Game over. Time to hit the showers." Jack and the others headed for the changing room. He got changed but didn't bother showering this time.

One more time he told himself. One more time and then he would stop. He was getting bored of the pictures now. He needed the real thing. He picked up his phone and sent a message.

Jack picked up his vibrating phone and read the message.

Are u coming over later m8? My mum says u can stop for ur tea again if u like :) See u at 6?

A friendly message just in case his parents got to his phone before he did. It made sense. He wouldn't be stupid enough to send a threatening message. He would have to lie about where he was going. He was getting sick of lying.

Mike looked out of his window again. The wolf should be here soon. That's if he was coming at all. Relax he told himself. He'll be here. He entered his gallery and clicked on the first picture he had taken. He zoomed in on the wolf's feetpaws and slowly worked his way up. Legs, thighs, genitals, chest. And that cute blue eyed face. He felt the urge to masturbate but resisted. He checked the time again. Nearly six. Where is he?

Jack stood at the door, paw raised, wondering if he could do this again. Then he thought about his parents and knew he had little choice in the matter. He took a deep breath and knocked. He heard footsteps and the door opened. Mike stood there wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He grabbed the wolf's arm and quickly took him upstairs.

Jack closed his eyes and tried to pretend this wasn't happening to him. He was naked again and lying on the bed with the shepherd lying behind him. He could feel the perverted canine's paws exploring his body. And something else. Mike's hips thrusting against him and something under his tail. He realized what was happening and fought to free himself but the shepherd held him tightly and continued to thrust against him. "No! Please don't do this! Please!" Mike chuckled cruelly and pushed harder trying to force himself inside the wolf.

Jack felt the tip of the shepherd's penis against his tailhole. He froze, expecting the organ to penetrate him. To his relief Mike's penis missed its target and slid up his back instead. "Please stop." Mike ignored him and continued. He felt the shepherd's penis under his tail again. "Stop." Louder this time. Mike just shushed him and carried on.

Jack suddenly felt something he had not felt since all this had started. Anger. He hated Mike for doing this to him and making him feel this way. "Get your fucking paws off me!" Mike stopped for a second, surprised by the wolf's outburst. It was all the time Jack needed to elbow him in the chest.

He tried to get away but Mike wrestled him onto his back, his weight pinning him down. Jack struggled but he was no match for the large canine. "You little shit! What did I tell you about pissing me off?" He raised a paw to hit the wolf but stopped himself. No. It would be a shame to damage such a pretty face. So what now? There was no way he could let Jack go now. The odds of him telling somebody were too great. He looked down at the wolf wondering what he was going to do with him. "Please let me go," he begged. "I won't tell anybody." Mike shook his head slowly. "You're not going anywhere."