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This day had been long coming, and Tom hadn't been looking forward to it in the slightest. A few days ago he and a couple friends had been exploring the inside of the junk yard, of which seemed to have its gate open all the time. No one ever seemed to be around, the place was always abandoned and none of them had ever seen an employee walking around doing anything. Sure there was the huge crane that would drop cars into the compactor to be crushed flat, but that was the only evidence that the place wasn't entirely dead.

So, taking some baseball bats and some hammers, they went in and started smashing up whatever they could find. Mostly it was already broken down cars that you wouldn't hardly notice the damage, but Tom accidentally mistook one of the broken down cars for the owner's own vehicle. After hearing all of the commotion, the junk yard owner came running and shouting at them, and came face to face with Tom smashing in the back window of what was a beaten up, gray sedan.

Needless to say all of them had escaped, but days later the mouse boy had received a letter with a very precise message. No he stood at the open entrance alone. He fidgeted uneasily but after a while he willed himself to begin walking forward. Tom was pretty young, about ten years old and full of childhood defiance. While certainly he was a troublemaker, he was scared to death of what awaited him inside. What terrified him even more was what his parents might do to him if they found out what he had done.

He meandered through the various piles of junk, trash, and car parts until he saw a trailer situated at what must have been the center of the whole junk yard. There was a clear, winding path that lead out to it trailer, of which he slowly made his way on it. He had gotten maybe fifty meters from it when a voice came to his ears.

"Hey, you actually made it." Tom leaped in the air and spun around to face the voice's owner, of whom turned out to be the junk yard owner. An older coyote as he was, perhaps about forty years old. He had shaggy gray hair that stuck out from his body, as if he ever groomed himself. A dark blue hat rest on his head and a pair of black overalls hung from his shoulders, beneath of which was a grease stained white shirt. He held a grin as he leaned back against the hood of his own car, the very vehicle Tom had smashed up. When Tom had asked his parents who might have owned the junk yard, they simply told him that it was such a canine named Jones.

"H-hi," the mouse mumbled and composed himself.

"So, you're here to make sure I don't tell your parents?" the coyote grumbled and nudged himself away from the vehicle. Tom nodded.

"I'm ready to do any chores or anything you might want. I'm awful sorry for what I did," he said and turned his head down.

"You know, Tom, I don't think you're all that bad of a boy, you just hang out with the wrong crowd. But come on, you're due a punishment and I know just how to dish it out," he continued as he began to walk leisurely to the trailer. The mouse stared after hi but after a little while he began to trot up and keep pace. The two came up to the steps that lead to the front door, Jones pushing his way in and holding the door open for the young boy to follow.

Once inside, Tom gave a quick look around. The trailer's decor matched the grungy look of its outsides. Run down furniture, torn up, dirty carpet, and all manner of garbage littered the floor and corners. Several bags of crushed beer cans littered the kitchen, of which had cabinets missing doors and a dirt stained fridge that gave off a loud hum. A bare bulb in the kitchen and living room were the only things that gave off light, as the windows were so filth stained that hardly any sunlight was able to filter through.

As Tom was staring in awe at the terribly decrepit interior, Jones strolled over to his fridge, opened it, and retrieved a can of beer before he slammed it shut, causing the bot to startled. "Follow me," he said as he popped the tab and took a deep gulp, walking past Tim and down the hallway that lead to his bedroom. Tom continued to follow but a sense of uneasiness began to build within him. He kept his arms crossed in front of his chest and tried as best he could to not look at too much of anything. The floor creaked and sagged uneasily beneath his feat, and when he rounded the corner into the room from where he saw Jones disappear into, he was greeted with further household disarray.

At the center of the room was a large bare box spring and mattress. No sheets, with a single pillow and a blanket that rested on its bare surface. Jones was setting on the bed's edge and was continuing to sip at his beer. When he saw the mouse enter he gestured for the middle of the room. Doing as he was told, Tom stood before the coyote and faced him.

"Take off your pants," Jones demanded, taking another deep drink.

Tom gave a stunned blink before replying. "W-what?"

"Take off your pants. You've been spanked before, haven't you?" the canine mumbled.

"Y-yeah,"

"Well, that's part of your punishment. Clearly your parents haven't done that enough to you," he grumbled, "I'm going to give you a spanking. Now, take your pants off," he said, his voice taking on an angered growl. Without another word the mouse boy did as he was told. He reached down and undid the front of his bottoms and pushed them to his ankles.

"Your underwear too," the coyote grumbled as he finished off his beer and haphazardly tossed it off to the side of the room, clearly not caring if trash littered the carpet. Tom hesitated at first, but when the fear came to him of his parents finding out again, he bent down and pushed his undies to his ankles as well. "Come here," the coyote growled.

Shuffling forward the young boy did as he was told. When he got close enough, Jones guided him to the side and then forcefully bent the mouse over his lap. Giving a light huff, Tom braced for what was likely to be a brutal punishment. Indeed it was. The canine drew his paw back and sent it down hard against the boy's butt, the clap coming loud and sharp. Pain seared his young flesh and he screamed and squirmed at the same time.

Tears sprung to Tom's eyes as more smacks began to rain down upon his backside. Again and again, they were loud and painful. In moments his rear end had turned from a light gray to a rosy red. He sobbed and strained to get free of the punishment but the coyote held him securely where he was. No matter how hard he struggled the spanking never let up. Crack! Crack! Crack! They almost sounded like snaps from a whip except they were always accompanied by a fresh screaming wail.

"Please stop!" Tom begged and strained harder, his legs kicking but his feet were held secure by his own bottoms that had gotten tangled at his ankles.

"Think you'll just wreck my car, eh?" the coyote shouted with a snarl as he used every bit of strength in his arm to slap down on that throbbing, battered butt. Both cheeks were hot to the touch and the treatment felt like it had gone on for forever, but in reality it was only a couple minutes. Sobbing and sniffling loudly, the mouse was oriented again and allowed to stand up from Jones's lap. The canine was breathing heavily by the end of it.

Taking a deep breath, the man stood up and brought his paws down to his own pants, quickly undoing them and pushing them down to his feet. He stepped out of them with ease, his underwear following quickly behind. Tom hadn't realized the canine's recent disrobement, he was too occupied with rubbing at his read eyes with both fists. While he whimpered and stayed still, the coyote gave another growl. "You don't want me to tell your parents what you did, do you?" he asked aggressively.

Tom slowly shook his head. "Then get over here and lay down," Jones ordered. The mouse nodded and slowly moved over to the bed, his eyes red and moist as tears continued to stream down his cheeks. When he got close enough he gingerly crawled up onto its surface and looked back at the coyote for instructions. "On your belly," he demanded. The man was just as bottomless as the boy and he crawled up onto the bed just as Tom lied down on his stomach. Still sniffling, he didn't know what was going on, even as he felt the canine's shadow come over him and the other's pelvis rest down against his upper thighs.

"W-w-w-what are you d-d-doing?" Tom asked and looked over his shoulder.

"I'm still giving you your punishment. Do you want me to tell your parents?" the coyote threatened again and glared hard enough that the mouse quickly turned back around.

"N-n-no..."

"Then shut up!" the coyote barked. His paws came down to his sheath and began to stroke over its sides. Just from the act of spanking the child, he was already semi-erect, at least four inches of canid shaft was poking up from its furry home. A few more strokes and a couple of gentle taps against the mouse's red ass. There came a soft whimper but no more protesting. Fearing more spanking or that the junkyard owner would follow through on his threats, Tom simply stayed still, preparing himself for whatever might come next.

Jones splayed the boy's buttcheeks and forcefully lifted his ringed tail over his back. His pucker became exposed, a small, pink spot that was virgin tight. The coyote licked his lips at the sight, having dreamed of this day for quite some time. His cock was fully erect in his grasp, the pumping action he made kept it rigid. He allowed a thick wad of spit to drop down into his palm, from which he smeared across his angry red surface.

Still not struggling, the mouse waited as he felt the coyote's pelvis press against his backside, the tapered end of that canid shaft pressing against his entrance. A panic built rapidly within the boy and he tried to struggle away but Jones's weight held him in place. A paw wrapped around his mouth and muffled his scream as his hole was aggressively penetrated. The new experience was so raw and turbid that he didn't know how to handle it. Pain shocked his body, his ring not standing a chance as the seven inches of manhood was forced inside of his bowels.

The muffled scream turned into wails and sobs again. For what seemed like another eternity, the canine didn't stop his advance until every inch was nestled inside. Jones was moaning and straining his legs as he went balls deep, his weight pressed down on the young boy's lower back.

Fresh tears sprung to the mouse's eyes as he began to get fucked. His small frame didn't hold up well against the other's assault, and so he would bounce and jostle with every thrust Jones made. His paws clenched at the mattress as he strained to take the pounding shaft that was causing nothing less than agony.

Jones had a mask of bliss covering his face. His paw that covered Tom's face was pulled away and both were set on the boy's hips to better hold himself up. With every drive inward there came a pained grunt from the mouse, who was now gritting his teeth and baring the punishment. He wasn't enjoying the treatment, surely not nearly as much as the coyote, but some of the torment did subside to a dull throb from his backside.

Steady moans drew out from the canine's mouth a she began to pick up the pace. His shaft pulled back on the extremely tight tailhole, drawing Tom's own hips back from the sheer friction. The sharp smack of their bodies striking came quicker as Jones became more aggressive. His blunt claws dug into the boy's body and the rutting action quickened.

No longer as the coyote pulling back to the point that he was almost slipping completely free. Now he was thrusting away like a mad dog trying to breed a bitch. Tom's hips lifted from the ebd as he was pulled up into the movements, his small form weighing hardly anything compared to the man's mature muscles. Shuddering grunts and groans spilled from the mouse's mouth as he was forced to endure the barrage of driving thrusts.

Hips rolled in a blur of speed. Jones had his eyes held tightly shut and hit teeth were grit. He showed off his impressive stamina, the pounding action had gone on for several minutes, and an odd sort of pleasure had begun to take a hold of the mouse. As the cock plunged far inside of his bowels and hit far further than he ever thought possible, he came to realize that he was enjoying it all. The pressure made him feel full and warm, the pain having mostly subsided and replaced by this tingling sensation.

Little had Tom realized it, but his cock had become fully erect from his own sheath, despite how small and unnoticeable it was. His meager shaft ground against the bare mattress and gave the boy's first sensations of masturbation. Suddenly he found himself wanting to get fucked more. With what little leverage he had with his knees on the bed, he tried to push up whenever those large hips would drive down onto his ass. Heavy balls smacked his backside remiss of the paw that had once reddened his cheeks.

Thin arms and paws pressed against the bed, almost as if Tom was begging to get fucked harder. The constant slamming that had the tip of Jones's cock grinding into the mouse's prepubescent prostate had caused a welling sensation to blossom within his young groin. It came along and grew rapidly, causing the mouse to moan out and grunt as he experienced his first ever orgasm. It was such a sensational occurrence, it only added to the list of things that he wasn't for sure how to understand.

The mouse's climax had a chain reaction with Jones, as his small form greatly tightened up and flexed amid the thrusting. The feeling roiled within his own body, building an electric pressure that had his body convulsing as it became realized. The intensity shot up through his cock and in the same instant he released a snarling growl that had the mouse cowering. A blast of hot cum caught Tom by surprise, as he wasn't quite sure what to expect. At first he thought the canine had relieved himself within his bowels, a thought that disgusted him, but he realized that the liquid wasn't nearly as fluid.

The seed spilled deep, continually being injected with each powerful stroke that the canine continued to deliver. The warmth within the boy spread quickly, going up from his belly to his chest and extremities. Ever so slowly did Jones's thrusting slow and finally stop. He stayed hilted within the tight backside, his huge, swollen knot resting against the pucker as much as it would have preferred to be inside.

Panting hard, the two slowly untangled themselves from each other. Tom's tailhole clung to the retreating shaft, and even when it was pulled fully out the ring clamped shut o the copious amount of jizz inside of him. The strong paws released him and Tom dropped to the bed like a rag doll. Barely unable to focus on anything else except recovery, the mouse didn't realize that the coyote had swung his legs over the edge of the bed and had gotten up. Exhausted eyes opened and watched as the canine located his clothing and went about pulling the articles back on. He was silent and brooding, as if he didn't even enjoy the great sex he just had.

"Get up and get dressed," he demanded without even looking back at the prone boy. Tom grunted and did as he was told. He suddenly felt very sore, not just his butt, but all the muscles of his body, not unlike a rigorous hour in his physical education class. He slid himself over to the edge as well and lifted off. It wasn't anything at all to get his undies and pants back on, but he felt as if he was in trouble again after having done what they just did.

"Listen," Jones growled and finally turned his hard stare down at the boy. Tom looked up and locked eyes. "If you tell your parents at all what we did here today I'll tell them what you did to my card. I don't want to have to get the police involved, we don't want you to go to jail," he warned. Of course not knowing any better, Tom's eyes widened and he swallowed hard.

"I-i-i won't tell anyone. Promise," he said nervously. Jones watched him for a few more moments before he nodded.

"Get on out of here, then. We don't need your parents asking anymore questions than what they already are," he demanded and walked out of the room. Tom followed dutifully behind, quickly trotting to the front door and disappearing back out into the junkyard. The sun had begun to set and Tom developed into a slight jog as he made his way towards the exit. From his dirty window, Jones watched the boy take off and a slight fear gripped his heart.

Should he have let him go? What if he accidentally let it slip that he had just gotten fucked? Another thought pushed his fears away though, and that one was of the amazing experience he just had. With it came reassurance and another thought, this time filled with more fantasies of what he would do with the boy if given another chance to fuck him.