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Never Fight Your Son's Battles

** SLAM **

"Mrrph..."

3:17

Light shone in from the crack between the curtains

"3:17 in the afternoon? I slept that late...?"

My name is Dexter Diggs, I am a 33 year old red fox , and I generally don't sleep that late... I just happened to have a very... eventful night yesterday.

It's not the kind of thing I usually get into, but I pressured myself into going to an anonymous meetup, one of the more sexual variety. While I didn't specifically expect to get my insides rearranged by a massive rat guy, I can't say that I disliked the experience. Had I been conscious near the end of it, I might have remembered to ask him for his real name and phone number, even if it was against the rules. It seems that I'll forever know him only as the alias he gave me, "King Dong." Granted, the name is a bit immature, but with a dick that big, I could overlook it.

But like I said, it's not something that I usually get into. Hell, it wasn't until recently that I even considered guys... For the majority of my life, I always considered myself straight. I was even married for 11 years, from the ages of 20 until 31.

Which segues well into that "slam" that stirred me awake a few moments ago, as the cause was the most prominent result of that aforementioned marriage. My son, Zayden just got home.

"Dad! I'm here!"

Still a tad bit groggy, I pulled myself out of bed. Making sure that I was decent, I fixed myself up a bit and made my way out of the bedroom.

I came across the 13-year-old in the kitchen. He had wasted no time pulling the leftover spaghetti out of the fridge and heating it up, and was now furiously shoveling it into his mouth. The way he was inhaling the food, you'd think that he hadn't eaten in days.

"Er, a little hungry today, Zay?"

It took him a moment to chew the mouthful of noodles up and swallow it before he was able to respond.

"I just... didn't get lunch today... And I got practice, so I gotta hurry."

"Didn't get lunch? I seem to remember giving you money specifically so you wouldn't go hungry during the day."

He turned away a little bit, sheepishly trying to avoid explaining the reason he wasn't able to eat at school, obviously he didn't want to discuss it.

"It's just... That jerk, Damian Britt... I had to give him the money or he was going to kick my ass..."

He had to sense that my "fatherly instincts" were rising to the surface, he interjected almost immediately, not even giving me time to be outraged.

"It's not a big deal though! I can handle it! Please don't try to get involved! I'll be the biggest pus-er... pansy on the planet if anyone finds out that I ran to my dad because of a bully..."

I sighed, rather annoyed. No one is happy when they hear that their son is being harassed , but he was right. I knew the drill, nobody teenage wants their parents involved, even if they don't really have an idea about how to resolve it themselves.

"I don't like this, Zayden... The kid can't just be allowed to steal your money..."

"Please dad! I can handle it, Damian is just a stupid bully. The only difference between him and any other jerk is that stupid "BLAZE" jacket he always wears! It's really not a big deal!"

Against every paternal instinct that was screaming inside my head, I conceded to let Zayden deal with it himself. I mean, it was likely a good thing that he wants to fight his own battles, and if nothing else it would build character, I guess... After my internal struggle, I sighed heavily and nodded.

"Fine... But if this lasts too much longer, I will be getting involved, Zay."

He nodded back to me as he continued inhaling the leftover pasta.

After the whole exchange with Zayden, I headed back upstairs to further fix myself up, shower, put on a fresh outfit, etc... I had unintentionally wasted most of the day. Luckily I had the day off from work at least, but I did actually have things I was supposed to do. Upon making myself look somewhat presentable, I made my way back down and towards the door.

As I passed by the kitchen, Zayden was still sitting at the table, but with a textbook in front of him instead of a plate of food.

"Homework?"

He nodded without looking up as he answered, "Yeah, I want to try and get it done before basketball practice. I gotta head back to school for that in a little bit."

I grabbed my keys and made for the door, "Cool, just don't forget to lock up when you leave."

~~~~~~

It was about 3:45 when I left the house, so I was actually making pretty decent time on my errands. I was already able to stop at the bank and pick up what I needed from the store, and it wasn't even 4:30 yet. The last thing on my list was to get the brakes on the car looked at, I had saved that for last just in-case some work needed to be done, and unfortunately for me, that's exactly what happened. Though, I suppose that it could have been worse, the ETA they gave me to finish the repair was only an hour, so I had agreed to just wait. I took a seat in the waiting area, prepared to keep myself entertained with my phone.

"Ah, shit... forgot to charge this stupid thing..."

I huffed as I saw the glowing red battery light staring at me, reading "7%". I shut it off to conserve the little power that it had left, and shoved it into my pocket.

I glanced around for anything else to help pass the time. From what I gathered, my choices were to either read some issues of Sports Illustrated, the most recent of which being from three years ago... or to watch the TV sitting on the counter that was apparently stuck on a blue screen with the words "No Signal" bouncing around the screen. Not exactly the best sounding options.

I instead opted to take a walk outside.

It was a nice enough day, sun was out, there was a gentle breeze, so I didn't give much thought to the fact that there were quite a few kids outside in the general area, high school age in-particular, a lot of them looked to be about as old as Zayden. When I turned the corner, it started to click in my head as I pieced together the familiar surroundings.

"Oh yeah, the school is right around here..."

Zayden usually rides his bike to and from school, and my ex-wife is the one who usually handles any issues or meetings with teachers, so I'm not at the school very often at all. Thus every time I end up around the area, I'm always just a little impressed at the campus. There's often some sort of upgrade or construction going on they're either building an addition, or remodeling an area, or something along those veins. This time around, they seemed to be laying new cement around the side entrance.

Due to all the construction and building equipment, the area was pretty devoid of kids, but I did happen to spot one student, not something I would generally notice, but one aspect did catch my eye. He had the word "BLAZE" emblazoned across his jacket.

Thinking back to the conversation with Zay this morning, that Damian guy is supposedly pretty identifiable, due to always wearing a "BLAZE" jacket. Now, I had made a promise to Zay that I would let him handle himself, but when an opportunity like this presents itself, it's hard to ignore it... Especially when it relates to something that is affecting my son. I set my sights on the kid and approached confidently.

Now, I'm not a particularly big fox. I'm around five and a half feet tall, with an average build, but I have a rather authoritative demeanor, so I know that I can deal with teens. Most likely, he'd think I was a teacher or something, and I could at least get him worried about the consequences of his actions.

As I moved closer, I saw him bring his hand up to his face, cigarette between his fingers. "Even better." I thought to myself...

As I got closer to him, he finally glanced over, noticing me approaching. Instinctively, he tucked the obviously-incriminating cigarette behind his back, and tried acting nonchalant. He was a wolf-kid, looked to be about the same age as Zayden, he was a little overweight, a few inches shorter than me, and the smell from his smoking was already getting to me. There was no doubt in my mind that he was just some punk kid.

"You know, smoking on school grounds is punishable by suspension."

My voice was unwavering and stern, I could already tell that the kid was nervous.

"Smoking!? I wasn't smoking! I don't know what that smell is!"

He held his hand back up, nothing in it. He had flicked the cigarette away somewhere, it seemed obvious that he had been in this situation before. Feigning innocence, as he insisted that I was mistaken. I kept my stern glare focused on him.

"I'll have to make a note of your... cooperation... You are Damian Britt, right?"

"Huh? Oh! No." He turned, and called out towards the back of the under-construction area, "Hey, D! This teacher, or whatever, wants to see you!"

That caught me a little off-guard, but it didn't matter. Whoever this Damian kid was was going to get a few words from me. I could try to keep it as ambiguous as possible, not mention Zay's name or anything specific, this was going to be no problem, either way.

Then Damian stepped out into the open.

He was standing behind a big stack of cement bags, apparently he had gone back there to take a leak, leaving his wolf friend to hold his jacket. He was tall, and clearly quite muscular, but above all else, I recognized him.

"...K-King Dong?"

My voice immediately rose several octaves when I squeaked out those words, and any authority that was present in my voice when I spoke to the wolf boy was now completely gone.

This was definitely the same gray-furred rat guy that I had met up with last night, and I don't quite know how that could be... He looked me over for a moment, I was dressed quite differently than I was last night, so no doubt he had to think for a moment, but it was clear that moment that it clicked in his head, the smirk could be seen curling onto his face.

"Oh, it looks like my little girl from last night tracked me down!"

I was stunned, the kid that's bullying my son is the same guy that fucked me senseless last night?!? And furthermore, this guy's a teenager?! He's over a foot taller than me and built like a truck!

"You know it's against the rules for you to track me down, Princess. We're supposed to stay anonymous!"

Before I knew it, he was right up in front of me his strong hands gripping my sides, holding me just like he had yesterday.

"Oh, he's not a teacher?"

I had forgotten the wolf boy was even still there until he spoke.

Damian shrugged, "It was an anonymous thing, so I guess he could be a teacher... All I know is that he's my favorite little girl, and he tracked down his daddy because he didn't get enough last night. Isn't that right, Princess?

As he said that, he squeezed my behind a bit, in the spot that he knew would get me going. Eliciting a response out of me, "Mmm... Yeah..." I moaned out the words without even thinking about it, I was definitely not here for that...

"Oh, shit! He is the slut from the pictures you showed us, isn't he! He's just dressed less... slutty."

Pictures? I didn't know that he had taken pictures of me. That was supposed to be against the rules as well...

"Is he really as good as you said he was? He looked kind of uptight a minute ago."

Damian looked down to me, clearly something on his mind. "I think a demonstration is in order. Why don't you should Mitch here a good time, Princess..."

My eyes widened as I looked over to the chubby wolf punk. "Uhh... b-but I--"

Just as I started to get up enough nerve to stop this from escalating any further, as if on cue, Damian interjected. The hint of disobedience in my voice had to have been enough to alert him, and he acted quickly to make sure I stayed in line.

"What was that 'but', princess? I just told you what I want you to do. You don't say 'but', you do what Daddy tells you to, right Princess?"

He leaned in close as he spoke, it was just like yesterday. He was so impossibly dominating, it was nearly hypnotic. His strength, his scent, his attitude, everything about him was just impossible to resist.

"Of course, Daddy."

We were already out of sight, behind some large piece of construction equipment. The wolf boy backed up against it, clearly nervous, I would wager that he's never been in a situation like this before. On Damian's orders, I dropped to my knees in front of the boy, and quickly started undoing his pants.

"Oh... man..."

Yeah, this was definitely new to him.

I lowered his pants and briefs, letting his erection spring free. Nothing particularly impressive, looked to be about four inches or so, which I assume is average for a 13-year-old, or whatever his age was...

He was already at full-mast, pointing straight up and looking ready to pop. I dragged my tongue from his base, slowly upward until reaching the tip, and then engulfed the whole thing into my maw. I felt a shaky hand rest against the back of my head, he was definitely not going to last long, I had been at if for no longer than 30 seconds, and it felt like he was already getting close.

"Heh, didn't I tell you that my girl here is great? She's my perfect little grade-A slut..."

I felt a strong hand press against my head, Damian holding me in close, keeping my face pressed against his friend's inner-thighs. With the wolf-boy's size, he was still not quite deep enough to meet my throat, but I was able to lap my tongue out and lap a few swipes against his balls, while still swallowing around his prick.

"And my perfect little slut is going to be my perfect little cock sleeve as soon as she's done with you."

While, the wolf dick leaking pre all over my tongue wasn't really doing it for me, Damian's dirty-talk was definitely triggering something. I felt myself pants start to gradually get tighter and increasingly uncomfortable. I reached down to adjust myself, but my wrist was grabbed by a muscular hand just short of my zipper.

"No way Princess, you only have permission to cum from my cock, so keep your hands off."

With my mouth full, and being held in place, I couldn't really acknowledge him, but he seemed to be fairly sure that I would follow orders. I returned my hand to the wolf's side, just in time to hear him yelp out.

"Ah! F-Fuck!"

His exclamation was accompanied by a firm shot of seed that splattered against the back of my throat. After the initial blast, there were a few more spurts and dribbles onto my tongue. Didn't seem to be anything more than an average unimpressive young teen climax, so not anything difficult to handle.

My head was pulled back just as he was tapering off, resulting in a few white trickles against my nose and mouth, and a couple thin strands of cum connecting my maw to his softening organ. I extended my tongue lapping the remains off of my face and his member.

"Oh... Oh man, he s-swallowed it! And now h-he's licking it up!"

"I told that you my Princess here was good." Damian knelt down next to me as he ran his hand down my back, getting dangerously close to the base of my tail. "I'm gonna take this somewhere more comfortable though..."

His hand was under my tail in the blink of an eye, and a finger was probing into me just as quickly, and fairly deep.

"Ah!"

Even if it was just his finger, he knew exactly where to hit inside of me to send a shiver through my body. Taking advantage of my sudden lack of composure, he wrapped his arm under me, and lifted me up. Knowing how strong he was, it was likely a very easy task as he carried me somewhere. I was still seeing stars as he kept his finger in place, letting it writhe against the walls of my passage as he whisked me somewhere.

By the time I regained myself enough to notice my surroundings, I noticed towels, benches, lockers, seemed rather evident that he had brought me into a locker room, inside the school no doubt. I was on my back on one of the benches with Damian standing over me, eyeing me with a dominating glare as he pulled off his shirt.

He motioned for his friend to step over, and quickly reached into the pocket of the jacket that the wolf was still holding, producing a small bottle of lube. He held it clearly in my field-of-view, as if to convey that we had reached the point-of-no-return. This was definitely happening.

"Mitch, you stand watch right outside the door. You'll know I'm done when you hear this slut begging for more dick!"

The wolf, still looking a bit exhausted, nodded and made his way for the door.

Damian and I were now in the room alone, and the rat-stud licked his lips looking down on me hungrily. He grabbed the waist of my pants, and roughly pulled them along with my underwear down and then completely off, leaving me naked from the waist down. He leaned in close again, that cocky grin still on his face.

"I'm going to make you forget all about last night... After I'm done with you this time, you'll be begging me to make you my my little cum dumpster pet..."

Honestly, I really couldn't imagine being more desperate for him than I already was. He reached down and started removing his pants, bringing the object of my desire into view. It was more amazing than I remember it, absurdly long, and thicker than my wrist. I felt my heart start to race due to pure excitement.

"P-Please, don't make me wait..."

I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life as he stood over me. He ran his hand slowly up and down the long shaft, covering the expanse of it with the lube he retrieved earlier. He was clearly enjoying watching me squirm in anticipation. My full six-and -a-half inches was painfully erect and on full display, I resisted touching myself due to Damian's command, but I was absolutely desperate for some degree of relief.

He leaned in, kissing my tight ring with his tip, but not yet pushing in. Just like yesterday, it felt far too thick and broad to fit inside me, but I wasn't worried about that, I just needed it as deep inside me as possible, and as fast as possible.

He leaned in close, his maw right next to my ear as he whispered, "Hope you're ready to be turned inside-out, Princess..." The next thing I felt was a powerful jab into my entrance.

"OH! F-FUCKKKK ME!"

Even with the lube and the fingering from earlier, the fit was still impossibly tight. He was able to get the first 3 or 4 inches in on the initial jab. Once inside he held for a moment, settling into the passage.

"Shit... You're even tighter than you were yesterday... Gonna have to move slower to make this last."

The big rat began with slow steady strokes, not really even getting deeper on each thrust, just enjoying the pressure around his head. He gripped my legs lifting them up for me to try and hook them as far as I could around his waist, then placed is hands back on my sides, holding me tighter so that he could get a bit deeper into me.

"Ah... You're leaking, Princess. Looks like someone is really enjoying herself."

On that last word, he executed a particularly sharp thrust, angled specifically at a spot that he knew would get to me.

"AHHH! I-I NEEEEEEEED M-MORE!"

His thrusting was now slightly deeper now, but just as steady, nailing me in the absolute perfect spot on each stroke. If I had been allowed to touch myself, I probably would have cum right then and there, instead I no option but to just squirm around, trying to endure the intensity.

"It looks like you're getting pretty close there, Baby Girl... You know I'm not even halfway in yet. How are you gonna survive the rest?"

His actions were intentional. He knew that I was in agony, painfully close to orgasm. And he knew that at his current pace, I was going to be that way for a very long time. He wanted me to be utterly desperate for him to fuck me as hard as he could. Knowing that in my current frenzied state, I had no other option.

"P-Please... Harder..."

"Hm? What was that?"

"Ah... I-I need you... h-harder..."

"You're going to need to tell me what you want, Princess."

I had next to no composure, as he continued to fuck me. He knew what he was doing, and that I could barely eke out any words at all, but I couldn't take it any more.

"P-PLEASE! FUCK ME LIKE A SLUT!"

He didn't respond, and he didn't wait another second. As soon as I shouted out, I felt the grip on my sides tighten, and felt him shift on the bench slightly, assumedly to position himself for better leverage. A moment after that

** THRUST **

"AHHHHFFFUUUCK!!!"

He didn't hold back in the slightest, he tore into me. He sheathed his entire shaft into my passage. Over 13 inches of steel hard thick rat dick was buried all the way in to me, all the way to the base, with one powerful stroke.

The orgasm was mind-shattering. Several strings of my cum streaked onto my shirt, and even a little shooting as far up as my chin. He held still after that stroke for a moment, while I rode out the orgasm. Past the orgasmic bliss, all I was able to feel was being impaled so wide and so deeply.

Then the thrusts resumed.

** WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP **

This was nothing like before, he was jackhammering into me at a ridiculous pace. Pulling around 12 inches of cock out of me and slamming back into me on each rotation. It was too much to handle. I had just cum seconds ago, and already he had me rock hard again.

"You fucking LOVE this! You LOVE being my little bitch!"

** WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP **

His pace continued. I was in no condition to say anything back, I was basically limp in his grip as he used me as his personal cock sleeve. I was all I could do to try and stay conscious through his assault.

"You're just a fucktoy for me to use as I please! Tell me how much you LOVE IT!"

"Ah... Ahhh..."

He bent over, wrapping his arms around my back, and lifted me up so I was sitting on his lap. Without pausing his onslaught on my ass, he suddenly stood, turned the lockers and roughly slammed me against them, continuing to fuck me in our new vertical positions.

The sudden sensation of being carried around was enough to get me to react. I gripped my legs tighter around his waist, and threw my arms around his neck, holding on as best I could as he pounded up in to me.

"P-Please..."

"Tell me how much you want me to fuck you like this all the time! Tell me how much you want to be my property!"

** WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP **

I was getting close again, pre cum already dripping from my tip as he ravaged my insides. This was the greatest thing I had ever felt. I absolutely needed more of this feeling, more of this cock, more of this stud of a rat. I needed to belong to him.

"Ah... Please, I-I..."

"What do you want? Tell me what my little slut wants."

** WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP **

"I-I WANT TO BE YOURS! I WANT YOU TO OWN ME!!"

I reached climax for the second time solely from my master's dick, shooting several ropes upward in between our chests. Despite it being my second orgasm, I squirted just as much cum as my first, if not more. Of course it was no match for the climax that my master was currently achieving.

I could feel the river of cum blasting into me, splashing across my insides and filling me deeply. He held in as far as he could, riding out his entire apex inside of me.

"Mmm, That's my good pet!"

His orgasm lasted long after mine had subsided, he continued filling me for a good 60 seconds. Even with an amount of the fluid oozing and squirting out around his thick shaft that was still obstructing my exit. Eventually the amount inside me reached the point where a visible bulge formed in my gut.

I laid limp and exhausted against his body, not even holding on to him anymore. I was being completely supported just from his grip and his still hard cock anchoring me in place.

It was a few minutes later when he moved, with me still on him, he stepped back over to the bench, and laid down on it lengthwise on his back. I didn't want to move, I wasn't even sure I could, I just laid in place on my new master's chest, not even bothering to remove his still giant cock from me.

...

...

...

"Dad?"

A pang of terror shot through me. Completely re-energized through sheer terror, I shot my head up to see Zayden standing there, clad in his basketball gear, staring in disbelief as Damian Britt's cum streamed out of my ass.

"Zay!?!"

Oh shit, that's right... We're in the school's locker room, and Zay even mentioned that he had basketball practice... Wasn't that stupid wolf punk supposed to be watching the door!?!

My master lifted up his head at hearing our exclamations, looking back and forth between us, taking a second to put two-and-two together.

"Holy shit! My little slut pet is GayZay's dad!? That's fucking great!"

He gripped my sides again, lifting me off of his cock, and dropping me to the floor. I immediately collapsed to the ground, finding that my legs were nearly numb from my master's performance.

"I gotta say, your Dad is a great fuck! Tightest ass I've had in a long time! I can already tell I gonna love having him as my personal fucktoy."

Zayden was clearly in pure shock, he could do little more than stare at the scene, I doubt if he even blinked as he tried to make any sense of the scene.

"D-Dad, What... Why..."

I looked away from his gaze, obviously overcome with shame and embarrassment as he was literally watching cum pour out of my ass.

"I... was going to talk to him about your money..."

"HAHA! Oh, yeah! I guess you probably want me to stop taking GayZay's cash donations..." My master interjected, using my underwear as a rag to wipe the cum off of his body as he spoke.

"Well, that's not gonna happen."

That kinda caught me off guard. Not that I really expected anything, but to have it put so bluntly kind of left me speechless.

"But since you are my fuck pet and all, I guess I can arrange a discount. Every time you take my cum, I'll take a dollar off of GayZay's payment the following day!"

With that, he dropped my underwear back to the floor, gathered up his own clothes and walked in the direction of the showers, before stopping to say one final thing.

"Same place and time tomorrow, Princess.

...Oh, and start showing little GayZay here how to be a world-class slut. With as tight as you are, I can't imagine how good it's gonna feel when I fuck his ass."

Defeated, I looked up at him, "Yes, Master."

Satisfied, and clearly content with my obedience, he strode off to the other side of the locker room, leaving Zayden and I standing there in the most awkward situation imaginable. Both of us simply remained in place, in silence. I'm sure neither of us had the slightest idea of how to begin discussing this.

It was going to be a very unpleasant evening at home.