Never Again
"Shit! He's gonna kill me!" Deon says as he glances at his watch. His appointment had gone longer than he thought. Garrick would be waiting for him, and wouldn't be pleased about it. He runs down the street. He would've taken the bus home, but that would've taken too long.
After running for what seemed like forever, but was in fact a little over ten minutes, Deon makes it to his apartment. After catching his breath, he enters. Garrick is standing in the kitchen. "Where the hell have you been?"
Deon's ears and tail droop. "My appointment went a little long..." he says as he walks up behind Garrick.
Suddenly, Garrick spins around and backhands Deon.
Deon backs into a corner and cowers. "I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to make you wait... Please don't hit me..." Tears start streaming down his cheeks, matting his fur.
Garrick looms over Deon. "You know what happens when you make me wait."
"It'll never happen again."
"It had better not." Garrick kicks him and storms off, leaving Deon crying in the corner.
A few minutes later, Garrick leaves the apartment with a friend. Deon knows Garrick won't be back until tomorrow, so he relaxes a little, sitting in the living room to watch TV. While flipping through the channels, Deon hears a knock at the door.
"Who could that be? Garrick's gone..." He walks over and opens the door. The little coyote blinked in surprise, his tail wagging slightly. "Gray?" The black wolf smiling down at Deon was a good six inches taller than Deon. They know each other from high school. "W-what are you doing here? How did you know where I live?"
"I followed you from the hospital." Gray leans against the doorframe, his look becoming more serious. "I heard Garrick yelling at you. Is everything alright?"
Deon looked down at the ground, his tail and ears drooping again. "I screwed up again... The appointment went longer than I told Garrick it would, and he got mad..."
Gray pushes himself off the doorframe. "Can I come in?"
Deon leans out of the apartment, looking up and down the hall. "I guess... but not for too long. Garrick doesn't like me having people over without his permission..." He lets Gray in.
Gray shakes his head as he enters. "You really need to stand up to him."
Deon leans against the door. "I can't do that... I have no right. I'm the one that's always screwing up and making mistakes."
Gray turns around and walks up to Deon. "Did you ever think that maybe he's being controlling? Does he ever hit you?"
Deon stares at the floor. "He's just doing what he needs to to keep me safe... And I deserve to be hit. I need to learn how to do things right." He tenses as he hears someone coming down the hall. "Quick, get in the closet. If that's Garrick, and he sees you here, we're both in trouble." He shoves Gray into the closet near the door and shuts it just before Garrick and his friend walk in. "Garrick, what are you doing back already?"
Garrick glares at Deon. "Don't worry about it. I just forgot something." He goes into the bedroom, coming out a couple minutes later. "You better not have anyone over here while I'm gone."
Deon nods. "I won't."
"Good." With that, Garrick leaves.
Deon lets Gray out of the closet. "You need to go."
Gray grabs Deon's paw as he heads to the door. "You're coming with me."
Deon digs his heels into the floor as Gray tries to take him to the door. "I can't! Garrick didn't give me permission!"
Gray stops and turns around. "To hell with what Garrick says. You've been my friend too long for me to let him do this to you anymore. You deserve to have fun with your friends."
"But what if he finds out?"
"I'll deal with him if he does."
Deon whimpers a bit. "He'll hit me again..."
Gray places his paws gently on Deon's shoulders. Deon automatically winces in response. Gray sighs. "Look what he's done to you. You're afraid of even being touched. Please, trust me. How long will Garrick be gone?"
"All night."
"Well, then, I'll have you back before then. Come on."
Hesitantly, Deon follows.
Down in the parking garage, Deon gets into Gray's car, a dark blue convertible. As Gray starts the engine and leaves the garage, Deon starts to relax, leaning back into the seat. The top is down and the breeze helps calm Deon even more. They drive to Gray's apartment nine blocks away. They park on the street and get out. Deon follows Gray inside.
His apartment is on the third floor. It is small, but nicely decorated. A black leather sofa sits in the living room in front of a flat screen TV. Gray smiles at Deon. "It's not much, but it's home. Make yourself comfortable. I'm gonna get something to eat. You hungry"?
Deon looks around the apartment. "I'm fine. I don't want to eat all of your food."
"Don't worry about it. I have more food than I need. What would you like?"
Deon shrugs. "Pick something."
Gray walks into the kitchen. "Don't tell me Garrick tells you what to eat, too..."
Deon's ears droop. "Yeah..." He sits down on the couch.
Gray walks out of the kitchen with a bowl of tortilla chips and some spicy cheese dip. "Well, here, you're gonna have to tell me what you want." He sits down next to Deon. "How about some chips?"
Deon shrugs and takes a chip. Gray offers him the dip, which Deon accepts hesitantly.
"Don't worry, Deon, it won't bite, and neither will I." He sets the bowl and dip on the coffee table in front of the couch, then leans back in the couch, an arm stretching along the back of the couch behind Deon's head.
Deon sits quietly with his head down, paws in his lap.
Gray looks at Deon out of the corner of his eye. "You can relax. You're safe here."
"But Garrick..."
"Forget what Garrick says. He treats you like shit. You deserve better. What does Garrick do all night when he's gone, anyway?"
"He spends the night at his friend's house."
"Doing what?"
Deon remains silent.
"You know what he does, don't you? And I can probably guess. He sleeps with his friend, doesn't he?"
Deon starts shaking, trying to fight back tears.
"Deon..."
Deon bursts into tears, burying his muzzle into his paws.
Gray scoots closer to him and wraps his arms around him. "I know it hurts..."
Deon turns to Gary and buries his muzzle into his chest, his cries muffled a bit, but still rather loud.
Gray strokes Deon's head, trying to comfort him. "I'm sorry...
"I'm not good enough..."
Gray grabs Deon's shoulders and pushes him up to look into his eyes. "That's enough! If anyone's not good enough, it's him. You're a great guy. I know guys that would give their left nut for a guy like you. I'm not kidding."
"Like who?"
"Like me!"
Deon looks up at Gray, eyes wide. "But... I'm worthless..."
"Who told you that?"
Deon lowers his head. "Garrick..."
"Exactly. He doesn't love you. He's just using you." Gray hugs him. "It kills me to see him treat you like this..."
Deon sobs. "I don't know what to do..."
Gray sits him up and stands, holding out a paw and smiling. "Come with me."
Deon takes his paw and stands. Gray leads him to the bedroom. "Lay down on your stomach."
Deon does as he's told. Gray straddles his rear and starts massaging his back. "I've found that a good massage makes things better." He grabs the bottom of Deon's shirt and starts pulling it up his body. "Could you help me get this off?"
Deon pushes his upper body off the bed, allowing Gray to remove his shirt. Gray unbuttons his own and continues the massage. "How are you feeling?"
"Better..." Deon relaxes and closes his eyes, moaning softly.
Gray smiles. "Good." He brushes his tail along Deon's inner thigh, causing him to shiver a bit.
"That feels good..."
Gray gets off of Deon and rolls him onto his back, stretching out beside him. "You want to feel even better?"
Deon nods.
Gray moves to Deon's waist, slowly undoing his pants. "Let me know if you want me to stop." He pulls Deon's pants and boxers down, exposing his sheath, the tip of his cock just peaking out. He runs a claw lightly up it, sending waves of pleasure through Deon's body, who moans. As Gray continues, Deon's cock continues hardening until its completely hard Gray raises his eyebrows. "Wow. Impressive size..." He positions himself between Deon's legs and slowly runs his tongue up his length.
Deon 's breathing quickens. "Oohhh....."
Gray smiles. "So, you enjoyed that?" He slowly lowers his muzzle over Deon's rock hard shaft, his tongue running along the length.
Deon grips the bed and moans loudly. "Oh gods.... That feels so good..."
Grays sucks for a couple minutes before pulling his head back up.
Deon whimpers. "Please... don't stop..."
Gray straddles him. "Who said I was stopping?" He moves his shoulders back, causing his shirt to slide off. "I'm just taking a break." He leans down and kisses Deon passionately, his tongue sliding into his muzzle.
Without hesitation, Deon reciprocates, their tongues dancing together as Gray's cock hardens.
Gray pulls away from the kiss, slowly sliding back down to Deon's cock, taking it into his muzzle again. As he continues sucking, he undoes his pants with one paw. He slides the paw up the inside of Deon's leg to his swelling knot, squeezing it gently.
Deon digs his claws into the bed. "Aaaahhhh.... Oooohhhhhhh....... It feels so good...." His tail thumps against the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him.
Once again, Gray pulls his muzzle off Deon's length. "You've never had a blow job before, have you?"
Deon shakes his head. "I've given one, though... I never thought it felt so good..."
Gray grins. You want to feel something even better?"
"Please..."
"Get on all fours." As Deon repositions himself, Gray removes his pants and boxer- briefs, then positions himself behind Deon, resting his paws on his hips, and slowly pushes his erection into Deon's tail hole. "Ooohhhh......."
Deon buries his muzzle into the pillow. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh.........!"
Gray speeds up a bit, putting more force behind each thrust, leaning over Deon and wrapping his arms around his chest.
Deon moves a hand to his own erection and starts stroking it.
Gray licks the coyote's ear, speeding up again, his knot pressing harder against Deon's ass. With one hard thrust, he ties with Deon.
Deon practically howls in pleasure "Oh gods!"
Gray grins. "You've... never... tied... before..., have you..."
"Nooo-ooohhhhhhhhh......."
"You've been.... deprived...." he huffs into Deon's ear. Suddenly, a wave of electricity overtakes Gray and he orgasms, releasing his seed into Deon, who releases his onto Gray's bed. Gray pumps harder and faster, causing them to collapse to the bed, pinning Deon's paw under him against his pulsing cock. They both howl in pure ecstasy.
As the howls die down, so do the waves of pleasure, and Deon and Gray lay there, unable to move. After a couple minutes, Gray slowly pulls his softening cock out of Deon and rolls onto the bed beside him.
Deon cuddles against Gray, who wraps an arm around him. "That was amazing..."
Gray closes his eyes. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. How do you feel?"
The only response from Deon is soft snores. Gray smiles to himself, letting sleep take him.
Sun streams into the bedroom, waking Deon. As he opens his eyes and sees Gray laying next to him, he sit up, starting to panic. "Oh no! I stayed all night?!" He jumps out of bed, frantically searching for his clothes.
The movement wakes Gray, who sits up, a bit drowsy. "What's wrong?"
"I was supposed to be back home last night! Garrick's gonna kill me!"
Gray leans forward, grabs Deon's wrist and pulls him back down onto the bed, kissing him. "Calm down. I'm taking you home, and I won't let him lay a hand on you. Besides, you're clothes are in the washing machine. While they dry, you can get some breakfast." He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands, walking over to his dresser. He grabs a pair of boxer- briefs and pulls them on. He tosses Deon the robe hanging on the wall. "How do eggs and bacon sound for breakfast?"
Deon puts the robe on and shrugs. "Sure."
Gray and Deon leave the bedroom, and Deon slumps down on the couch. Gray leans over the back of the couch and licks the coyote's ear. "Cheer up. What could Garrick possibly do while I'm with you?"
Deon shrugs. "I don't want him to hurt you..."
"No offense to you, but he's just a coyote. He's smaller than I am."
"Still..."
Gray kisses Deon and goes into the kitchen.
Deon stares at the bowl of chips and cheese dip left out from the night before. At the thought of last night, he's filled with both excitement and fear. He can still feel Grays muzzle around his cock, their bodies rocking together... He shakes his head, unconsciously moving his hands over the bulge forming under the robe. Compared to Garrick, Gray is a god, he thinks, but if Garrick finds out...
Gray pulls a carton of eggs out of the refrigerator as Deon walks in with the bowl and cheese. Gray chuckles a bit. "I guess we forgot about that last night." His eyes wander down to the erection Deon is trying to hide. He refrains from commenting as he turns his attention back to the food. "Do you like your eggs fries or scrambled?"
"Scrambled, but you can make them however you want." He sets the bowl and cheese on the counter. "I don't want to go back..."
Gray turns around to face him again. "You don't have to. But don't you have stuff over there?"
Deon nods. "But Garrick won't let me leave again."
"You just said you don't want to stay, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Then Garrick doesn't have a say in the matter. He's not your master."
Deon walks up to Gray and wraps his arms around him, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Why did he treat me the way he did?"
Gray holds him, stroking his head. "Because he hates himself. He thinks the only way to make himself feel better is to control someone and make them feel even worse than he does. It's not your fault. It never was."
"You have no idea what he's done to me..."
Gray looks down at him. "What do you mean?"
The appointment I had... was a follow up after surgery. Garrick had kicked me and fractured my hip..."
"Oh, Deon..." Gray holds him tightly. "I'm so sorry... If I'd known..."
"He told the doctors I fell down the stairs because I'm clumsy..."
"I promise, I'll never let him hurt you again."
By the time they finish breakfast, Deon's clothes are dry. They get dressed and leave the apartment to get Deon's things from Garrick.
Deon fidgets a bit on the way. Gray places a reassuring hand on his thigh. "It's alright. Just tell him you're through with him, get your stuff, and leave."
"But what if he tries to make me stay..."
"Tell him no. If he tries to force you, I'll do something."
They pull into the parking garage and head up to the apartment. As they walk down the hall, they can hear Garrick raging in the apartment, throwing things and screaming about Deon. Deon clings to Gray, who growls a bit. "Stay close to me. He won't touch you."
As Deon opens the door, Garrick comes at him with a baseball bat. "You fucking son of a bitch! How dare you leave without my permission!" He swings. His eyes widen as a black paw stops the bat just inches from Deon's face.
Gray glares down at Garrick and growls. "Don't even think about it. He's leaving with me."
Garrick growls. "Like hell he is!" He grabs Deon's arm and drags him away from Gray and throws him to the ground, raising his fist.
Gray grabs Garrick's wrist and pulls him away from Deon, pinning him to the wall. "You will not touch him again," he growls. Garrick struggles against him, but Gray won't budge. "If you come after him, I will do whatever it takes to keep him safe." He turns his head toward Deon. "Get your stuff. We're leaving." He lets go of Garrick and turns to fully face Deon.
Deon's eyes widen. "Gray! Look out!"
Garrick picks up the bat and swings to hit Gray.
Gray spins around and kicks Garrick in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Garrick slumps against the wall, holding his gut.
Deon hurriedly gets his stuff: a few pairs of pants, a couple shirts, a picture of him and his mom, and a backpack to put them in.
Gray follows him out of the apartment, pausing briefly to growl at Garrick, then closes the door, leaving Garrick alone in his trashed apartment.
Deon leans up in the seat of Gray's car, a slight grin on his face.
Gray squeezes his hand. "How do you feel?"
"Happy. For the first time in years, I'm happy."
"Good. I'll make you feel even better when we get home."