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Warning. More homoerotic ramblings than ever before, use extreme caution if you are not wearing pants. At the same time tries to be deep and meaningful. Sort of.

On a more serious note, sorry this story took so damn long to post. You might not complain but the sex part ended up a lot longer that I anticipated (by about six pages). Once I started yiffing, I just kept yiffing and yiffing and yiffing, then the second part was so short I just bonded the two volumes together, bear with me though. Yeah, well.....

Enjoy

Nate was asleep. In his mind he was hundreds of miles behind him, back home with his family, back in time a week ago to when everything was fine and all he worried about was homework and where to work part time over the school break. Back when life was good, predictable.

The truck shuddered, jolting him awake as it mounted a pothole, knocking the young wolf's head against the passenger side window, knocking him back to here and now where his only comfort was his pale reflection. Nate was slender and muscular, years of devotion to football had seen his lithe lupine body mature gracefully into a fledgling adolescent, there was a pronounced shine to his russet red fur and he carried himself with an almost floating roll when he walked, as if his body contained springs rather than muscles. His eyes were the soft green of a springtime meadow, once vibrant and full of life and sparkle, they now stared dully out at the rushing tree line, sadly contemplating the rushing snow.

From beside him a curse rang out as the truck jolted over another snow concealed pothole and Nate briefly turned his attention to the wolf sitting beside him. Across the cab was his polar opposite, what Nate imagined that he would look like were he to let himself go for the next thirty years or so.

Larry, the driver, was well past his prime years and hadn't survived them well. His once enviable ochre fur had started to thin and gray in places, his considerable paunch, supported by a daily invigoration of fresh beers hung, largely unconcealed beneath his saggy tartan work shirt. Long days behind a cab wheel and lugging boxes had left his attitude and vocabulary as dirty and torn as his singlet. Larry's domain was this cab. Like this, in the middle of winter with the heaters fully on, Larry's pungent musk filled the metal box with an almost unbearable presence. It left him feeling smug and totally in control of his space while his young passenger tried to breathe through his nose as little as possible.

The heat, the smell, even the dull droning of the engine kept Nate in a near constant state of sleepiness, over the three day period they'd made less than ten rest stops and he'd slept through half of them. His mouth was dry, he was hungry and sleepy and mostly just wanting to leave the presence of this cranky profanity laden older wolf.

He turned back to the window.

Larry eased his foot off the accelerator. He stretched his thighs wide and massaged his balls. For too many long hours they had been painfully trapped between his legs and he was developing an unsettling numbness in the left testicle. He cast a wry glance as his movements caught his passenger's attention and as soon as the kid caught him looking the russet head whipped back to stare out the foggy window.

Larry grinned lewdly at the youngster then grunted as the truck hit yet another pothole "Fucking council still won't patch up this crappy road' his voice boomed startling Nate who had been intently lost in the rushing snow. He turned back and was rather disgruntled to find the older wolf was still cradling his nuts. The driver released his scrotum to point to a sign as it went past "Our stops only about two hours off" he licked his lips and pulled over to a sleep station on the road shoulder, switching off the truck the older wolf plunged them into silence "so I think it's time to talk about payment"

Nate flinched "Payment?" he yelped "I don't have any money; it's why I was hitching in the first place"

"Did you really think that I'd drive you across a couple of states, half way across the country, for free?" His voice rumbled threateningly

"C-can I owe you? Or something"

"Owe me? Kid, we'll probably never meet again. And, well, if you don't have money" His paw latched onto the younger wolf's thigh. "There are other things I'll take as payment" His paw moved higher up the muscular thigh and he got more daring "I'll give you the choice now; do what I want or get the fuck out"

The muscles in Nate's whole body tensed as he prepared to run, then he realized how stupid that was. He was here on the border of a state he'd never been to. The driver had been smart enough to stop here, where he'd have no survival chance if he tried to leave, out in the cold with no idea how far away the town was, on some abandoned backwater highway. He dropped his muzzle to his chest in defeat and Larry watched as the fight drained out of the kid, leaving him limp under his experienced paw. Nate whined softly and grumbled

"What was that, kid?" Larry leaned closer

"I said, I'll do what you want"

Larry scratched his claws into the denim clad thigh "Good" He released the kids shoulder and unsnapped the button on his faded denim jeans. Shifting slightly he flopped his fat sheath over the waistband of his y-fronts, exposing his lupine pride to the warm, damp air "You can start by wrapping your muzzle around this"

At the sight of the older fur's cock Nate reconsidered. His scared eyes flicked to the cold outside the window, tracking the delicate snowflakes that settled to melt on the windowpane. Nothing was keeping him here but his own fear. His eyes flicked back to the exposed older wolf. Freed from its confinement, the soft penile flesh was beginning to swell. It wasn't the first cock the teen had seen this close or even he first in this situation but it was by far the biggest, the most mature.

Nate's mind flung itself back across the void; he was standing in his living room, his paw interlaced with Todd who was being the best security blanket that a raccoon could be. Nate was telling his parents that he no longer liked girls but other men, men like the one at his side. He watched his parent's faces twist from denial to disbelief, finally anger. They said things, things they might one day regret, things born of insecurity and prejudice. Throughout it all Todd transformed from a blanket to an anchor, a furry ring-tailed anchor which secured Nate to his living room floor and made him hear every word. And when it was over Todd was the one helping Nate pack his bags, passing the wolf tissues to dry his eyes, offering a friendly room to stay in. But Todd could not keep his friend in their hometown; the unknown was all the young wolf had left. Nate had to run, to flee, to get as far away as possible. So run he did.

It was a certain irony that Nate's parents kicking him out had inevitably led him to an encounter with this man, in a way his parents were making him pay the driver with his body. They were making him whore himself out to this fat, ugly driver and he damned them for not being understanding.

"Are you going to daydream all fucking day, kid? Or are you going to wrap those big pouty lips around my dick and give it the attention you owe it"

Nate considered the man again. Maybe ugly was a little harsh, in fact had the older wolf taken a bit more care with personal hygiene over his lifetime he could have reached the mildly attractive list. But Larry didn't need to be attractive to get sex, just manipulative. Larry knew that the kid had no choice but to follow his orders and so was undoing the buttons of his tartan work shirt casually. The kid would suck his cock because he had no choice. Larry threw the unmoving pup a mean look and gestured to his fat cock that was jutting out from between the top of his pants and his formidable beer gut.

With a jolt of revulsion for what he was about to give of himself to this loud obnoxious stranger Nate unfastened his safety belt. Wordlessly he crawled up onto the seat, positioning himself on the curved sheepskin so he wouldn't fall off. He crawled forward on all fours until his head was above the mans crotch. But it was only as he descended that he was stopped with harsh words "Look kid. It's obvious that you're no stranger to cock. I can spot a little runaway fag from a mile away and I am owed a lot of dues from you, so how about you drop the hetro act and work me over with those groping paws of yours"

To say that Nate was embarrassed would have been an understatement, here he was, muzzle in some strangers crotch and now being taunted, degraded. He looked up.

"What do you want? Permission? Fuck kid, I'm telling you to suck me off"

Blushing furiously Nate flustered. Feeling stupid he bought his paw up and gingerly wrapped the large soft appendage around the other furs growing arousal. He tried to think adjectively, as if he was watching through another's eyes, but as his paw captured the other wolfs readiness he found that he couldn't not feel this thing in his hand, especially as his thumb eased it's way under the tight sheath and peeled the covering away. It wasn't even a bad looking cock Nate tried to rationalize ; It had some good dimensions to it, certainly longer and fatter than any of the ones he had experimented with at school, maybe eight or nine inches long. It also had a slight left hook to it giving it a crooked appearance.

Nate bought his muzzle closer, hoping that if he went slow then there would be more time for some sort of divine intervention to take place. His paw retracted the drivers sheath past the bump at the base of his cock, the part that would, in time become a full blown wolf knot. He gagged as the revealing bought forth a fresh wave of aromas that had been festering between the chunky thighs

"Yeah, that's it kid" The older lupine held Nate's head there to experience all the scents on offer "You won't find this on any of the faggy little boys you were sucking off at school. This is what a man's cock smells like; it's what the balls of a man squeeze out ripe and ready for your mouth"

Nate tried to avoid the smell by breathing though his mouth and the older lycan took that as a sign. The sordid tastes of sweat, stale urine and precum flooded the young wolf's muzzle from the moment that the thick cocktip was shoved between his teeth. Briefly Nate tried to resist but then he remembered why he was here. Fear, he was servicing this old wolf because he was too weak to run. The thick rubbery shaft running over his tongue was there because of his weakness.

"Shit yeah kid, you suck on Larry's tool" he grabbed Nate's idle paw and slipped it under his pants to join his lonely balls "You think on this kid, this is what you're worth. Sucking off some old truck driver, that is how much you cost" The kids paws that Larry had placed in his underpants stayed mostly unmoving but they were a welcome hot presence. More important and far more welcome was the even hotter mouth fellating him.

Within minutes Larry could tell that the cub was realizing how cheap that he was how much he would have to work to pay off his enormous debt. The mature wolf moaned as his shaft poked at the kids gag reflex, gaining extra stimulation as the kid's throat tried to reject him.

Oh how Larry loved the challenge. The lorry driver jammed his hips up and held himself against that gag reflex, holding Nate's muzzle steady so the youth couldn't back away.

Nate felt helpless. With his head secured between giant paws he couldn't obey his body's urging to vomit. He couldn't move, couldn't scream. He could only choke and gag as the hugeness in his mouth descended into his slender throat but it was as much a gag of horror as it was of acceptance. All the older lupine wanted to do was extract an amount of pleasure from the teen's body. And as his throat opened for the massive invader Nate accepted that it was his fee to give this pleasure to him.

If Larry noticed that his passenger was simply allowing his oral assault, he never mentioned it, or cared. In fact all that ran through his mind was how overjoyed he was at the youth's gullible state. If this kid was a thinker he would have run to the nearest cops to push charges. Larry would never sit behind a wheel again; probably spend some time behind bars. But not his one, Larry always seemed to pick up the ones who just took it. As he bobbed the kid's inviting throat harder onto his cock, Larry wondered just how far this kid would go to pay off his debt. From what he knew of his russet passenger the kid was reasonably intelligent yet he had the coiled muscles of a professional jock. Larry liked the jocks. The stronger ones were always tighter.

The older fur took a measure of satisfaction as the kid shivered under his ministrations. Larry glided his manipulating paw down the cloth covered back muscles, his ochre fur a stark contrast against the black windbreaker that he'd almost missed on the side of the highway three nights ago.

Larry's ego spurred him on at the youngsters quivering submission, at the shivers that rippled down Nate's back. But Larry wanted more from this kid than he usual ones. Most of the time he was happy to feed the scared, humiliated faces a generous measure of his spunk and send them on their way. But this one was special, a reminder. Larry imagined some god fearing parents disowning this sad little queer; he knew it by the way the kid accepted that his body was payment. Well there was a lot more body to this little wolf than just his great throat and Larry was more than happy to capitalize on it.

Nate flinched as the paw caressing his back suddenly descended lower and possessively fondled his buttocks, searching the expanse of his behind with its short, stubby fingers. His breath caught as some of those fingers searched the hem line of his pants for an entrance.

Sill gently caressing and massaging the base of the kids tail with his paw, one of Larry's fingers found an access point and it slipped between the gap of his spine and his pants, reveling in the feeling of soft down like fur.

Larry grinned and bade the rest of his paw join his finger in the domination of the taunt, fur covered muscle of Nate's left buttock and slowly his molesting paw made its way between the muscular mounds to the moist crack where his true target lay concealed.

For the most part of his molestation Nate remained eerily silent, most of his concentration on the now deep throating of the older wolf's considerable shaft. But he couldn't ignore his discomfort as a casually roaming digit traced his tender virgin rosebud. Violently Nate jerked his body, gurgling around the engorged phallus in his throat. He tried vainly to disengage, now fully ready to run from the cab and never look back. But his head was still held by the other paw and from above the older fur spoke "You knew. Before I even told you, you knew what the cost would be you little fucker. Don' even think of running now"

Nate froze. Did he really know what the other wolf had wanted? That his fee would be so high? Yes. Deep inside he knew it would come to this.

Somehow Nate's decision being made for him allowed him to relax. He sagged against Larry, relieved. He no longer had to decide, Larry would tell him how to pay his debt. The older wolf grinned triumphantly at his correct guess. With a severe tug he withdrew his fattening knot from the kid's lips. Letting the teen get a breath of air and a good long look at what he would soon be putting between the kids other lips Larry withdrew his hands from Nate's body and stroked himself while he watched the young lupine gather his senses.

When Nate looked like he was just about ready to go back to a normal life Larry got a good grip of the teen's shoulders and manhandled him between the seats into the cramped little cabin. Nate barely had time to be aware of his claustrophobic surroundings before the order arrived "Okay kid hurry up and get your kit off. I'm more than ready to sink my log into that tight rump of yours"

Curiously enough Nate harbored no ill will towards Larry but he was beyond being angry at himself, he was disgusted that he couldn't bring himself to run 'Am I really worth so little that I'm going to give this fowl mouthed trucker my virginity, here of all places in the cramped cabin of his truck' But the answer was obvious. Larry's clothes were already off, strewn around, showing just how ready he was. The driver's bloated arousal jutted out from his dense pubic fur like some crude arrow, his erection with its odd left hook was powerful enough to support the considerable belly that rested atop it, even while being weighed down by an enormous sack of testicles.

The confused young wolf couldn't face the other lycan as he relieved his chiseled torso of its tight fabric prison but Larry's experienced paws rotated him back. The mature fur observed his new conquest with a deep satisfaction "Nice kid, real nice" he commented. Nate tuned away again, blushing he urged his belt from his hips and dropped his pants to the floor, quivering like a leaf.

A strong ochre arm wrapped around Nate's exposed russet torso, trapping his back against the mature wolf's body, another paw groped his sturdy behind and something stiff and moist poked at the same area.

Maybe it was the groping paw or maybe the sudden proximity. Whatever the reason, the teen jerked to life "No. I can't" Nate yelped out, throwing himself from the embrace. He found that his body had already relieved itself of his top and jeans. Only his satin boxers remained the last testament to his frail will "Oh god what the hell have I been doing. I haven't done anything like this before"

"Shit, a virgin huh? Well it's your lucky day kid. I've got a fuckload of experience in popping fresh cherries" Larry giggled at his own understatement "Little boys are my specialty so you're in safe hands"

"No way. I need to leave, have to leave, right now" Nate grabbed for his pants feeling a rush of relief at the return of his self awareness. A rush that quickly turned into a burst of panic as his arms were grabbed and secured from behind by a single strong paw

"Of course" Larry continued "I'd be lying if I said they were all willing to be popped" He shoved the kid hard and in the enclosed space it wasn't long before Nate's head connected with the metal wall.

Dazed, Nate's easily overpowered body sank ungracefully to the bed. He let out a low defeated moan, after all this time, finally regaining his sanity and sense of self worth and now he was going to have to endure this anyway.

"I'm disappointed in you, kid" Larry dragged Nate's passive hips back until the kids ass hung over the edge of the bunk "After you did such a good job with your mouth" He couldn't get Nate's tail though the hole in his boxers and in frustration just tore them open "And so close to having you jump on my cock, you just had to turn tail and make me rape you" The big wolf squared himself up, placing the saliva slick cocktip against Nate's virgin pucker "For that denial of my payment this will hurt you like nothing else kid and once again you've only got yourself to blame"

Nate cried as he was deflowered, more from humiliation than physical pain and the other wolf gave him more than enough of both. For the longest minutes Larry squatted over the defeated teen. With the same guttural remarks and simple body movements he taught this end of the youngster to accept him as well.

When at first the taunt buttocks refused him, Larry was patient. He used a steady, forceful pushing of his hips to gain a nice deep initial penetration. A penetration that made Nate squeal in horror at his defilement. Larry allowed a soft chuckle to escape his muzzle at he kid's weak cries and pleas. He was in now and there was nothing the kid could do to stop him until he'd finished, and that was a long way off.

As Larry casually undulated his lower body Nate yelled and whined, feeling utterly useless as his rectum submitted his virginity to the sweating, panting older wolf, gradually stretching and accommodating the fierce arousal that stabbed at his insides until the old fur had full access to him and Nate was a virgin no longer. Gradually Larry's pointed ears perked to the fact that the whimpers coming from the body underneath him were softening. The kid's tears still flowed but his body was adjusting to the pain and for Larry this was unacceptable he liked the moans, the grunts, the screams. The subtle noises conveyed that the body underneath him was always aware of his presence.

Larry unleashed his sadistic tendencies and used his whole lupine form to lay waste to the kid's insides. He bounced the young boy against the side of the bed, working the teen's unused bowels with steady lusting jabs of his pelvis. Thrusts jolted the kid's body, thrusts powerful enough to wrench yelps and sobs, to satisfy Larry's cravings that his mate was receiving all his attentions. As if to acknowledge the satisfaction of his dominance Larry wiped a long string of drool from his salivating muzzle.

Nate cried out in despair as Larry dragged the rest of the boy's body to kneeling on the bed.

Scarcely missing a thrust the lorry driver was finally able to mount the kid properly. To breed the kid like the wolf that he was, another canine on all fours. Unceasingly Larry's fat shaft pumped in and out of the teenager's torn tail-hole teaching the miserable rectum obedience. It was just the way Larry liked it, the primal pleasure of complete dominance over the kid's body. The kid that he'd only met three days ago, three days and now this gorgeous red fur and muscular build belonged to him. Maybe only for a few hours, maybe just this night but he owned this kid none the less. And Larry always made sure he got his worth from what he owned.

Lost in his frantic rutting Larry was briefly bought back to the world as his paw accidentally brushed the other wolfs crotch. What his curious paw found was a rather plump sheath. The kid was as soft as he could be with a monster shaft jabbing his prostate and yet Larry's thumb and forefinger located and rubbed a sticky drop of pre between themselves. He pushed his muzzle into the kid's ear and paused, diminishing all sound so the kid could hear his message "If I find cum on my sheets boy, you will be licking it up. Understand?" And with a newfound ferocity he dove himself deeper.

Nate cried out again as something else demanded entry to his defiled sanctuary. No it wasn't something new, just another part of the same tool.

With his own body, Larry demanded acceptance for the last of his cock. His last claim of ownership over the boy would come when his massive lupine cock knot was buried inside this too small rectum. Briefly he listened to the kid's frantic begging, watching as the teen twisted to look into his eyes. But all Nate got back was the steely, unsettling grin of a wolf who didn't care about him. Looking into those eyes he realized that he was worth nothing to this wolf, if he were to die here on this giant rutting prick it would not matter to the other man. So the young teen said nothing more. He just cried and moaned and buried his snout between his arms.

Needless to say Nate's arms barely muffled his yelps as they increased in pitch and frequency with every attempt Larry failed to fully entrench himself. Soon Nate's ringhole burned with a new fever as relentless thrusting against the tightly packed entrance increased the friction heat to unbearable levels. Nate cursed everyone, himself, his parents, god.

Larry just cursed Nate "You little fuck; you think you can hold this back? I own you" Larry bucked the kid's body high and shoved his crotch against the chaffed buttocks. He wrapped both arms around Nate's body and dragged the kids crotch onto his knot until Nate's ripped sphincter began to buckle under he pressure and the mammoth wolf knot began it's final journey.

A howl was torn from the bottom of Nate's lungs as his insides, virgin only hours ago, were forced to accommodate the entirety of the mature wolf prick, from its long, steely hard shaft to its bloated anus tearing cock knot. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. His first lover was supposed to be kind and gentle, someone that he knew and trusted and loved, someone that would become tied to him only when he was ready for them. Not like this. Not forced around this lusting mature cock, his body beaten and bruised into acceptance. The older wolf hadn't lied, as soon as he had decided to stay, to partake in these activities, he had sold his body. He had become another payment for this lewd, cruel wolf.

An answering howl rang out around the cramped cabin as Larry's jerking body began to seed the unwilling participant, his earsplitting vocalization finalizing his dominance over the abused adolescent as he came, unceremoniously thrusting his sperm deep within bowels freshly gored by his cruelly hooked phallus. Larry's body shuddered and jerked under the influence of his orgasm, a stark contest to the silent unmoving form under him that painfully received wad after steaming wad of wolf ejaculate.

Finally coming down from the previously unattained peaks of arousal the older wolf barked out a harsh laugh. He'd done all the hard work and now he could bask in the pleasurable feeling of his cock delivering its load. He knew from previous experience that he'd be pumping a belly load of spunk into the kid for a good quarter of an hour before his ejaculations would begin to subside, maybe as long as half an hour if he was lucky and the whole time his body would reward him with endorphins. He laughed again, he'd sure been lucky so far.

So Larry relaxed and basked and pumped. Lazily he rolled to the side, his wagging tail thumping against the cabin wall as he sank into the warm gauze of ecstasy that followed such a release. The older wolf fell asleep, still cumming hard as his eyes closed and he began to snore.

Nate was not so lucky to fall into a blissful sleep. He panted heavily; eyes open painfully wide as he experienced what it was like to be a receptacle for another's desire. What true submission was like.

Deep inside his bowels the thick foreign flesh of the mature fur dutifully delivered its formidable payload leaving him feeling dirty, sullied inside by the unforgiving prick. Hot, oily semen filled him with a quantity that the teen had never experienced before. When Todd, Nate's only previous encounter, shot his wad, the raccoon had delivered a generous deposit of slimy spunk and Nate had allowed that into his hand or mouth. But this wolf was delivering that quantity with every few squirts that punished his rectum. A semen enema that would flood from his ass the moment the blood flow to the older wolfs genitals subsided. But in the mean time the bloated penis was still pumping away inside him, releasing the contents of the driver's balls without care or thought of the recipient.

A sickened groan escaped Nate as his bowels decompressed slightly. An internal valve allowed the hot spunk to flow deeper into his body. The teen had to physically hold back vomit as the greasy feeling of fresh ejaculate flowed through and possessed this nameless corridor within him and in turn pressed against deeper doors.

Finally after a lifetime of waiting, a soft sigh form its owner signified the final dribble of cum to be emitted by the firm, butt plugging shaft.

For the first time in years Nate looked to the heavens 'Please god, let his be over' but it was far from it. Hours later when the sun broke free of the horizon Nate's ass was still locked to the older wolf, the phallic presence within him commanding his waking thought.

Throughout the night he'd felt the cockflesh wither and expand a dozen times. It was only a small grace that the other had cum just the once but just being there the cock proved that even with it's owner asleep, that he was still owned.

"Morning kid" Larry's lazy yawn sounded from behind him "Man I'm tired and my cock aches. You been keeping my little fella up all night have you? Shit, if I didn't have to have this cargo delivered by three then I'd go you again right now" He raised his body up on one elbow and tenderly stroked the teens soft buttock fur "Real tempting but duty calls" He pressed his palm against the hard ass muscle and secured the root of his cock with his other paw. He forcefully urged his withering prick from the steaming insides that it had grown accustomed to and the kid just whined gutturally. Larry stood and stretched, feeling great after his conquest and that orgasm, damned if he hadn't came that hard in his whole life.

While Larry pulled on his clothes Nate suddenly yelped in agony and his anus squelched loudly omitting a thick congealed wad of spent cum from the steaming cesspit of his bowels, across his buttocks to the bed. Another loud gurgle and a second trail emerged, this one running down the back of his thigh before reaching the bed. A third, louder expulsion rejected even more semen. Nate felt that it could flow forever. Larry had different plans.

"Damn it, you little fag, plug it up" Larry picked the kid up by the scruff of his scrawny neck. He took a moment to admire the fact he could still straight arm someone into the air. He also admired his handiwork, looking at the shredded boxers; the last thing that had stood against him still clung vainly to the teen's shapely hips, mere torn fabric now. He turned back to the problem at hand. Without his fat knot plugging the asshole, the kid had leaked a small amount of Larry's cum deposit onto his damn bunk. Larry grinned at his own malevolence and shoved the kids face into the smelly soiled mattress "Told you if I found any spunk on my bed that you'd be licking it up"

Nate didn't resist, or even move. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle and followed its order slowly, mindlessly lapping the pool of sperm from the rank sheets. At the sight of such submission Larry rubbed a fresh erection through his jeans. So desperately he wanted to drop to his knees, ram his plumping cock right back up the kids ass and glean another explosive orgasm from him.

"Fag" Nate mumbled softly

"What did you say?"

"Fag" he mumbled again barely audible "If you fucked me doesn't that make you a fag too?"

The kid was obviously going on a bender but Larry was damned if he was taking shit from a little cocktaking teenager "I ain't no fag, kid. I'm just getting my dues from your ass. You gave me your ass as payment for a good long ride, so I gave your ass a good long ride, that was the cost, a ride for a ride"

Nate didn't say anything else, just sat on the floor in his ripped boxers.

"Put your damn clothes on you queer little cocktaker" Larry growled and left the cab, checking the trailer had survived the night. But when he returned, the kid hadn't moved a muscle and was starting to leak onto the floor. Larry grumbled and roughly pulled the kids clothes onto him. When he was finished he laughed again. If the cops pulled him over he had a great excuse. He could say the kid was wasted and nobody would argue. Yeah the kid sure looked wasted and in the meantime the kids pants would soak up the cum dribbling out of him. Larry fired up the truck and swung it back onto the road.

Nate just sat and stared.

Larry was unsettled by the silent teen that starred so intently at him from behind the seats, nearly two hours without a word. Obviously he'd fucked the pup hard enough to knock a few brain circuits loose or maybe the kid was just trying to recover from being so royally analed by the experienced older lupine. No other fur or human on the planet had the experience that Larry had of taking the virginity of gullible young teens and he was sure that Nate would remember him for a long time. At the very least the kid would remember him with every passing step for the next few days.

Larry looked back again and his cock lurched inside his pants. He didn't know why he kept wanting this kid. Usually his interest in the teens waned as soon as he'd blown his load. But this one, this one was special, his cock wanted to keep this one. The russet red wolf made his nuts ache and that was why Larry had to get rid of him. Soon. He couldn't afford to become attached to the weak, rejected teens, no matter how hot their holes were, how submissive they were. Yet, unable to stop himself the older wolf looked back again.

"Shit" Larry slammed his foot onto the brake and the truck skidded on the slick road, jolting to a halt "Okay kid get the fuck out. Ferry ride's over" The older fur counted to ten and looked back. He grinned "Oh, so you decided to stay" he pulled off the seatbelt and faced his passenger "You're just after some more of this aren't you, fag?" Larry unzipped his pants, dropped his y-fronts and began to jerk himself off. "Good I've been wanting a second round"

Nate was a blur as he charged past the older wolf, grabbed his rucksack and spilled from the cab onto the pavement.

"That's too bad, kid" Larry watched him go, still tugging on his wolfhood "If you ever need another ride, I always take payment" he yelled after the retreating teen.

Nate didn't intend to hitch ever again. Even if he had to walk to fucking China he wouldn't hitch again. Shifting his pack to his other shoulder Nate made it four steps. On his fifth footfall a shard of pain shot through him, his ass burned with agony. Yelping loudly the teen dropped to one knee but that only served to stretch his asscheeks, hurting worse and bringing his other knee crashing to the snow. He heard the roar of the truck gunning its engine behind him but didn't turn to watch it leave.

The youngster caught his breath and gingerly attempted to rise, but every time his knees left the pavement agony would arc across his torn rectum keeping him pinned to the ground. Finally, yelping and whining as he crawled on all fours across the ground, Nate finally seated himself on a park bench. Once perched on the wooden slats, oblivious to the cold, he began to cry again

A further three hours passed before Nate was unable to choke out any more tears. He felt numb inside, distanced and lost but his awareness had finally returned. Nate looked around the park for guidance but he found none from the small snow dusted bushes. In fact everything was dusted with snow, even himself. During his daze snow had fallen and he hadn't even noticed the snowfall. The lupine didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that his russet fur had protected him from the crisp icy air, the rough bristles preventing him from freezing to death seemed to be a double edged sword. The only thing that was cold and uncomfortable was his behind. Nate's ass had melted the snow that he'd sat on and it had soaked into his pants. Nate automatically moved to check the damage but the liquid that his fingers found on the back of his trousers was thick and sticky, a viscous gel in the cold. Uneasily he raised his paw to his nose and inhaled.

At first the information Nate's nose fed him didn't elicit a response. What was this liquid? Nate's mind slowly turned on. Why was it there? From where had it come? Cum

"Oh god, no" Nate moaned pitifully. He could feel it inside him, Larry's seed, like an acid that burned at his overfilled guts. He remembered how deeply his body had accepted the seminal deposit and what an insignificant amount had seeped from him when Larry departed his bowels. The more Nate remembered, the more he whined. All of the drivers thick, creamy cum was making his insides home, soaking into him as an eternal reminder. Nate had to move. He had to get rid of it.

Like a marionette with cut strings Nate jerkily rose to his feet. A familiar burning began but he had to ignore it now, he had to complete his task. Nate's footpads moved him across earth and stone. He didn't comprehend the path, just the destination. When his paws found rough dirt then he passed it. When they found cold asphalt then he crossed it and when they found hard, slick steps, he climbed them. He didn't know where they led but it was a start.

"Welcome to the Lumbderk natural history museum" For a moment Nate thought that the raccoon talking to him was Todd and almost threw himself into the other furs arms even it meant diving over a counter.

"Yes hello. How much is it to enter?" Nate wasn't sure who was using his mouth to talk but they were doing a good job of it. Possibly his brain was doing the talking

The raccoon smiled at him "Did you miss the banners? It's a free day, the new cretaceous period exhibit is opening" The raccoon wasn't sure how the wolf had missed the thirty foot banners, he also want sure what that musky smell was but it wasn't drugs, maybe crazy but polite crazy. "We close in an hour though"

Nate smiled and his brain replied politely, he had no idea what he would have done if he was asked to pay. He had no money. So for now he thanked his minor fortune.

Furs and humans of every race and age and color were there, even this close to closing there was a significant assortment of people there to look at the new dinosaur exhibit and Nate found that many of them were turning to stare at him. Nate didn't care though, not about the dinosaurs, not about the people. As soon as he saw 'toilet' he barreled unsteadily toward it, clumsily knocking over a small sign by the door and as soon as he was inside he collapsed his torso against it, panting heavily.

A soft slapping noise made Nate whip around. An orca was cleaning one of the sinks, whistling softly to himself. The cetacean's eye roamed curiously over the young fur's body as Nate stiffly walked over to the sink.

The mirror made Nate groan. He could see why everyone had been staring at him. His clothes were roughed and not properly on, the pants zipper was undone and his boxers were poking through the gap. His rust colored fur was a rats maze of sweat contorted peaks and a crust of blood had cemented some of his fur to his left eyebrow. His green eyes were too wide and he looked crazed even to himself

"Sorry" he mumbled to the orca "but I'm probably going to make a mess"

"That's fine; it's what I'm here for"

Nate splashed some water onto his face and gently dissolved blood soaking his eye. He found a small gash but was pretty certain it didn't require medical attention.

"Hey kid" The orca was perched on the edge of his cleaning trolley, his finned tail swinging back and forth for balance "Is there anything I can help with"

"Sorry, I'm taking ages aren't I" Nate's ears flattened against his skull submissively "its okay I'll leave"

The orca sighed "Kid. Every fur in this building including myself, even though I'm not that furry can tell that the wide stain on the back of your pants is fresh cum" he sighed again "Were you raped? I can help you"

"I... I better go" Nate yelped and made a move for the door but found the orca blocking him.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Too direct" The cetacean grabbed a small spray bottle off his trolley "You need to clean up and you can't do it with me here. I get that. Trust me when I say that this spray bottle gets smelly stains out of anything. Understand?" His smile was soft, friendly, unthreatening. Nate nodded "I'm also going to put an out-of-order sign on the door and lock it. That means you won't be bothered by anyone. Understand that?" he opened the door and wheeled his trolley out

"I... I didn't... Thank you. What's your name?"

The orca held out his black and white palm "My name's Bale"

The young wolf clasped his new lifeline "Nate. I'm Nate"

"Well Nate. We can finish introductions later, I imagine you want to get cleaned up now" and the door locked behind him.

Nate flooded one of the sinks and dumped half the bottle of cleaner into it. He started stripping off his clothes. His jacket was damp but not defiled in any way; he hung it on a towel rack. His shirt was rich with the scent of his forced mating, that went into the sink. His pants, definitely into the sink. Nate stripped off the torn remains of his boxers. They were slathered in cum and matted thickly with dark ochre fur. He put them further down the sink in the 'to burn' pile.

For a long while Nate stared at his defiled image in the mirror while his paws agitated his clothes. He was disgusted at the bruised, battered cum receptacle stared back at him. A dark stain in an otherwise clean bathroom.

A drip sounded across the silent bathroom and Nate looked down. Another pearly droplet had escaped him. A thick, greasy off-white droplet.

"Oh god" Nate's paw went to his muzzle in horror. He kicked open a stall door and sat down hard on the cold porcelain, spreading his legs as far as they would stretch. The wolf sucked in a deep breath, trying not to gag at the smell that wafted up from between his legs. Leaning forward the teen pressed both paws against his stomach and strained his bowels.

For ten minutes nothing happened and Nate began to despair, fearing his body would keep slick juices inside him. But as Nate began kneading, digging claws into his stomach, his aching bowels followed suit. A loud, wet, strangled noise accompanied the first evacuation, spraying thick, grayish cum throughout the toilet bowl. Nate gasped at the disgusting feeling of liquid passing through him but redoubled his internal clamping, forcing himself to watch the exorcism of his insides. Another thick slurp and his anus released a bubbling rush of semen. Ropes of it flowed from him, occasionally being split by a loud, violent noise as air bubbles followed the current.

"Are you okay in there kid?" Bales concerned voice followed a tap on the bathroom door

Nate blushed furiously as more obnoxious sounds escaped his behind, he couldn't stop the flow until it was over now that he'd forced it. He knew the orca could hear it "Please, please just come back later" he pleaded

Bale leaned against the door, hearing both the unsettling sounds and the near hysteria in Nate's voice "Are you sure?"

"Please" Nate sobbed, choking back more tears. As soon as the kind cetacean was gone Nate threw back his head and howled his embarrassment as his insides finally relaxed and wave after wave of mature wolf sperm was ungracefully disgorged. The lumpy, congealing paste settling at the bottom of the toilet bowl.

Much later when Nate was fairly certain that all of the truck driver's gelatinous seminal deposit had been forced from him he allowed himself to relax. Letting the last of the stale air in his lungs go, letting his cramped muscles unlimber, the teen reached for a handful of toilet paper. Lifting his tail he drew the paper between his buttcheeks. Again he howled, this time at the harsh contact against his tender sphincter and looking between his legs Nate saw that the wad of tissue thin paper had come away tinged red. Jerking to his feet in an attempt to subside the pain Nate was finally faced by what his bowels had released. There was no way all that had come from him, no way. He dropped to his knees before the bowl, looking at the thick greasy spunk that flowed beneath the otherwise clear water.

It was too much. Finally, after holding it in almost an entire day he vomited, so hard into the toilet that he was certain his skull would split open and he was sure that he was going to die. Watching the cum and vomit mix together only made him throw up harder until black spots danced across his vision and he was weak from the lack of oxygen. But as his stomach emptied itself and he flushed the remnants of his food and forced mating away, he found himself finally began to feel better. Empty, drained but better. His ordeal was finally behind him.

When Bale returned to the toilet, the Museum had long since closed and he had been uncomfortably doing his rounds along the darkened corridors. The orca was thankful that his buddy Tom was on security detail and after enduring withering comments about saving stray dogs he had managed to achieve a late pass for the poor wolf in the bathroom. Nate.

Gingerly Bale tapped his knuckles against the door hoping the wolf hadn't done anything drastic or foolish like slitting his wrists "Y'still there kid"

The reply was a long time coming and it came out soft and tired but it came" Sorry. Yes. You can come in now"

Bale sent out a silent 'thank you' to god. If he'd walked in to find cut wrists, well, he didn't know what he'd do. Instead what he found was a neater version of the wide eyed wolf that had hurtled himself into the bathroom over an hour ago. The russet fur was combed, the clothes washed and straightened even the kids expression was more natural and less terrified. Bale was tremendously relieved.

"Oof" The air was knocked out of the orca as Nate wrapped the surprised cetacean in a warm, furry embrace making the rubbery hide tingle under the overalls

"I don't have anything to thank you with" Nate buried his muzzle into the warmth of the orcas chest

"S'okay" Bale patted the russet furs head then reluctantly pulled Nate back so he could stare into the crisp green eyes, if the kid didn't talk then he might sink into denial or depression "Look, kid. I know that you didn't want what happened to you and I know the places that you can go to. People you can talk to. But you have to admit it first"

Nate forced himself to return the gaze. He looked deep into the calm blue eyes "No, I didn't want it to happen but it had to. I owed dues and it was the only way I could pay them off"

The orca drew back, stunned. How could someone so young just accept that their body was some sort of crude payment? He grew angry. "You can't do that. Even if you have nothing you don't give people that. Sex is something that is supposed to be shared between people who mutually gain from it"

"Oh. I didn't know. It was my first time"

Bale gathered the kid in his embrace and crushed him into his chest "Oh god. I'm so sorry"

"Why are you sorry? I deserved it"

"I'm sorry that you think that you deserved it" Bale pulled back and Nate was surprised to see tears in the orcas eyes "Do you still think you deserve it? If I demanded that you turn around and drop your pants and humiliate yourself on my body as payment, would you?"

Nate just turned only looking at the orcas reflection

"Oh god you would" Bale dragged him back round by the shoulders "You should be glad I'm not one of those people. It's your body. You should choose who goes in it and for gods sake make it someone who deserves you. Someone you respect, or love"

"I don't think that I can" the lupine whispered "Not after all that's happened over the past few days, it's like something solid stuck inside me"

"Then let it out Nate. I'll listen and you can recover but first you have to speak"

"I can't put it all on you. After what you've done for me, I just can't"

The orca sat against the cold tiles and pulled the lithe wolf to join him "Then tell me about Nate. Tell me about this mysterious russet wolf and how he came to be so alone"

And so Nate talked, intermittent at first then gradually gaining pace. True to his word the cetacean listened, stroking the soft fur on the wolfs head as Nate divulged his life. One step at a time the wolf told of his family, his fiends. He recounted every hurt and joy from his life. Hours passed, the night deepened and they were still huddled on the tiles. Through the tears and sobbing Nate relived the last week. His parents, Todd, Larry. And then he finished, spent, wrapped in the orcas embrace and Bale knew all there was to know of he young wolf.

"Do you hate me?" Nate asked suddenly

"No. Just remember that your life hasn't been decided by what you did. You can change" Bales hand gently wiped a tear away

"Thank you" Nate lurched forward. Wrapping his arms around Bale's rubbery neck he stole a kiss from the orca. A long hard kiss as he tried to convey his relief.

Bale was stunned that after his experience that Nate was able to summon any intimacy. The wolf was looking so intently at him with such hope and fear in those luminous green eyes that it forced the air from the cetacean's lungs, escaping his blowhole as the teen awaited a response.

"I... I hope that you're not straight" Nate whispered

He couldn't help himself. A soft giggle escaped the orca's lips "Not at all" he snorted and chuckled and soon Nate was chucking along with him. The tension drained away. Nate had spoken of what had happened to him and his memories had stayed memories and the orca had stayed at his side.

Again their lips touched, their kiss going deeper than before, more explorative...

Wolf and orca left the museum hand in hand, their burdens lighter and their fears restrained. They strolled into the park, past the seat where Nate had sat in the cold. The lupine paused and looked at an ominous green box. Bale followed his gaze and wordlessly passed a quarter to the wolf. Nate took a few steps toward the box and looked back nervously. Bale just smiled and waved him forward.

Gently Nate lifted the receiver. He slipped the quarter into the slot and dialed. A moment later a tired voice answered his call. He paused for just a second before speaking up "Hi Mom. It's me. It's Nate"

Authors Post Note:

This story, although an erotic fantasy does have a basis in reality. Although Nate's parents are painted unflatteringly they are an all-too-common phenomena, I do know people who have been rejected by their parents and peers for coming out. I'm not telling you to fly out of the closet, but should you feel the need to speak, you shouldn't be afraid to tell your parents what your preferences are. Take comfort in the fact that for all the disapproving parents there is a Bale, you might have known them for years or like with Nate they turn up exactly when you need them to, just remember that there is always a shoulder to lean on out there.

Take care.

M.Callahan

As always, Comments? Criticisms? Flames? All welcome [email protected] I endeavor to reply