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This is an original work of gay erotic fiction by David Bennett. All characters unless stated are Copyright me. Any use of the name, or likeness of an individual is purely intended in some places, but is alright. Use of songs are copyright their creators.

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*Note* This story was a commission for Lillith "Darkhart" Simms. Characters of Rusty and Two-tone are hers.

Gangland Decescration

"When the light begins to change, I sometimes feel a little strange...a little anxious when it's dark. Fear of the dark, fear of the dark, I have constant fear that something's always near! Fear of the dark, fear of the dark...I have a phobia that someone's always there." I sang to myself, the legendary lyrics of i filling my ears on my headphones. I walked, shaking my hips, wagging my tail, and damn near snapping my fingers. Next to me, there came a mumbling. I could tell that someone was trying to talk to me. I pressed "pause" on my old JCP Walkman and let the vintage 1988 headphones come off my ears. My partner was next to me, walking at my side.

"Huh?" I asked, trying to get him to repeat himself.

"You loser. Can't even listen to me talk can you?"

"I didn't know man, sorry..." I said apologetically, looking at my partner. I looked at him lovingly, hoping my charm would work as it usually would. He looked at me, obviously trying to be tough, but he couldn't help it and laughed. I smiled and leaned in and kissed his cheek once.

"Damnit, I can't stay mad at you Blackball." He said to me adoringly. I smirked and patted his cheek.

"Remember, I'm the butch in this relationship/partnership," I said in a wishy-washy kind of way like when parents talk baby talk. I squeezed the brown and black fur of my partner's cheek and gave it a squeeze, "And don't you forget it." I said in a similar voice. My partner stepped back and shook his head. He looked a little offended, but then he sighed and melted back into my arms. We stood there, hugging on the street corner, as we made up over out little 10-second spat.

"I...don't like it when you baby me Blackball." He told me softly.

"Well, then, don't act like a baby ok?" I asked.

Looking across at my partner, I could see why I loved him. He was cute, but in need of guidance. He was a spry young 17-year-old Doberman-ling. He was dressed in what one could call a gothic outfit. He wore a fishnet, long sleeved shirt underneath a black cutoff tank top, showing off his sexy abs of brown and white. On his legs were leather jeans of black that were loose on him, showing his pink thong, and on his feet were some biker boots he stole off a dead hobo. On his hands were some awesome gloves I gave him for his birthday that had went up to his elbow of black leather with spikes on the top of the glove and on the top of the fist. He wore an inverted pink pentacle in his right ear to symbolize his sexuality and his religious affiliation (yeah so I'm in love with a satin worshiper...big deal!). If you were to look at him, he was toned muscularly, but had barely any mass to himself. My beloved partner hardly ate, and that was for many reasons. Around the neck of my partner was an S&M spiked collar; with a broken chain on it that was only 7 links long. I had one too; it was the symbol of our gang.

I am a white wolf lupine. That day I was dressed in some spandex long tights, some heeled gothic boots, my favorite Blackball team jersey (The Cairo Pharos), which was black with white numbers and letters outlined in green, and I had a matching black, green, and white bandana that went over my head, helping my waist length hair to stay out of my face, my ears wiggling out of the special holes in it. I looked good physically for 22, earning a healthy build from my years of playing Blackball in school. Rumor had it that I was going to be drafted into the minor leagues and play for the Portland Pelt Traders as their Captain. I had played captain all my life, and wouldn't accept any other position (except missionary with my lover).

"Dude...stop staring at me like that...I love you and all but you're starting to creep me out." My partner whispered, breaking my thought.

"Huh - What? Oh sorry...daydreaming again."

"If you are daydreaming about what I think you are, I think that music has gone to your head Blackball. What were you listening to this time?" He said, forcing us to walk again.

"Fear of The Dark . It's by i, my favorite band." I said matter-of-factually.

My partner scoffed and laughed. He had to lean against a stop sign to stop from falling over. "Oh...oh Blackball that's hilarious! You mean you actually listen to those washed up has-beens?" He said amidst the laughs. His underfed chest was heaving like he was having a seizure, he was laughing so hard. I clenched a fist and grumbled.

"...Yes..." I said softly.

My partner then put his right hand on his right thigh to steady himself, and pointed at me with the other, tears starting to roll down his sleek muzzle. "Y - you have g - got to be joking! i? They are so out of style man, not to mention old! Who would want to listen to a bunch of withering golden retrievers anyway?" He asked me, the laughter subsiding. I growled low and poked him in the chest hard. His laughter quickly stopped and he looked at me with confusion. "Oww that hurt...what the fuck was that for?"

"Listen Goat, I don't make fun of your music. To me all it sounds like is someone screaming into a microphone with a synthesizer playing some creepy sounds in the background. 'Cradle of Filth'? Who ever heard of a band like that? At least the music I listen to takes real talent, unlike the music you listen to." I spat.

"Whoa, easy Rowdy," Goat began, using my real name. "No need to get all pissy about it."

"First, my music is what keeps me centered, alright? Second, don't use my real name except in the bedroom. You know we aren't supposed to do that." I said in a calmer tone.

"Ok, ok...by Satin's beard you get pissy sometimes." He said, regaining his composure, and rubbing his chest where I poked him. "Bet you broke my rib." He said with a partial hint of a whine.

I rolled my eyes and this time got him to start walking again. "Come on, we'll miss the bus, you know we can't be late to miss one of Lockjaw's meetings."

The bus distraction only got him moving, but didn't seem to get him off the subject of his rib. "Dude, I really think you broke it." He said, holding his chest with his right arm. I scoffed and shook my head as we walked to the TRI-MET bus stop on 69'Th and Foster near my house.

"If I broke your rib Goat, you'd know it. Now quit your whining; you know that these meetings are serious. Our enemy knew where we'd be, and attacked us as so. Someone has been leaking our plans out to our rival gang. Those Silver Backs are going to wish they never messed with us." I said with all the heroism of a Japanese anime. Goat shrugged uncaringly and sat at the little glass shelter of the bus stop.

"Whatever. Personally I think it's one of the Gammas, or at least a Beta that's leaking the information, that way it makes us omegas look bad."

"Remember, I'm not an Omega anymore? I am a Delta. Gods can't you keep track of your own boyfriend's place in the gang?" I asked pleadingly, getting annoyed.

"Sorry, I'll do better next time."

Coming from the east was a black white orange and yellow bus with 3 joined arrows in the middle as a symbol standing for TRI-MET. I saw it and got out our tickets, I didn't trust Goat with them for some reason. When the bus stopped, I made sure it said 14 in the right window and stepped on. A fat Labrador was sitting in the drivers seat, his voice burly and southern.

"Downtown again boys?" He asked.

"That's right Earl, the Stark Avenue stop if you'd please."

"You aren't headed into Club Portland again?" He asked in a warning tone as we both sat down in one of the sideway-facing seats normally reserved for elderly passengers. Fortunately the bus was empty, 69'Th and foster being right near the end of the line where the turn-around was. I shrugged and put my headphones back on. "I worry about you two boys. You's two is my best riders, I'd hate to see you wind up with a bullet in 'yo ass or something."

"Who's to say where Goat and I wind up? If I wind up at a sex club getting some stranger to throb on my knob then so be it, if he winds up in another club getting deep core drilled by a Panther-ling then that's his deal. Who we have empty sex with is our business, but we ONLY make love with each other. I said with affirmation as I showed him I was turning the music back on, symbolizing the end of the conversation.

Goat sighed and must have started talking to Earl while I took a short nap, i's "Out of The Silent Planet ".

I was awoken by a sharp poke to my shoulder by Goat. I smelled cock and balls; apparently I had fallen asleep with my face in his lap. I snapped up, and looked around nervously. Several people were looking at me in slight confusion and disgust. I looked at Goat whom was smiling wide with his eyes closed, and was sporting a huge boner under his leather pants, the tip almost poking out of his thong.

"Err - um...fell asleep." I said to an elderly couple across from me, talking over the music on my radio. They simple stared and shook their heads unbelievably. My eyes darted around. Outside we were crossing the Hawthorne Bridge, headed into downtown Portland. It would only be a few minutes now. I looked at Goat and growled that he had let me fall asleep in such a perverse way. I looked down and decided to pay him back.

"Well Goat, why don't you show the nice people why they call you goat, you horny devil?" I said evilly as I reached over and pulled the front of his pants down. Like the sound of a record scratching, the mood of the bus changed drastically. His eyes shot open and his smile quickly dropped into a frown. He looked down with his eyes and saw that his 6-inch cock was literally exposed to everyone, and all were paying attention with cruel intent. The bus burst into laughter as Goat slapped my hand and socked me hard in the chest, the spikes poking me painfully in the face as he stood and put himself back together.

"Don't you ever-" He said threateningly. I just looked at him and pointed to the collar around my neck, reminding him of my position. He sighed and sat down, the elderly woman across from him whispering to her husband if he could convince Goat to pull his cock out again. Earl groaned and said something about watching out conduct as we sat back down.

Goat leaned in and pulled me close so he could talk. "Look, how dare you do that! You know that nobody exposes me like that but me!" He whispered fiercely into my ear, now that I had taken off my headphones.

"You shouldn't have let me sleep like that, making it look like I was giving you head this whole time. That was rude...and besides, I think Mrs. Daisy over there wants another show." I said with a cruel sense of justice, as I started to feel my blood enter my mouth.

"Dear lord you're bleeding!" Said the old man from across the way. I wasn't surprised, and yet I was shocked. Apparently Goat had given me a fairly good shot to the chops, and it was worse than I thought. I reached up with my left hand, and pulled it back. My white fur was red. I gulped and looked about.

"Earl, stop the bus!" I asked. With that, he pulled it over somewhere around 6th and Salmon, and let us off. I held my face out a little as I walked so my blood drops wouldn't get on my prized jersey. The bus didn't leave; Earl waddled off of his seat and down the steps, holding some paper towels.

"Here, this should work for a minute. You want me to call you an ambulance?" He asked. "Those are silver spikes on Goat's glove." He said quietly so the ease droppers on the street or on the bus wouldn't hear.

"No...I'll be fine. It'll just take me longer to heal this wound than normal. I could use with a cloth though." I said as I placed the towels to my face.

Goat was pacing around one of the concrete garbage cans, looking pissed still, but from the way his shoulders were, it looked like he was angrier with himself than me. The Paper towels were getting soaked really quickly; it was taking a while for the blood to clot.

"Hey you, you there, I have a cloth!" Said someone from the bus. I wasn't surprised, it was the old woman. She was an elderly terrier type of fur, dressed like she had just come from Sunday church. She had reached into her handbag and was holding out what looked like a giant handkerchief. I took it and nodded as I swapped the bloody paper towels for the giant cloth. I pressed it, and held it. Fortunately, it worked, the blood was no longer leaking out of me like no tomorrow. Only a little bit.

"Thanks miss." I said.

"Any time, you gave me quite the show there. I haven't seen something like that since the war!" She said with a giggle.

I resisted the urge to say, "I don't doubt it", but I held my tongue. She laughed her way back onto the bus and sat back down. I looked at Earl and I told him that I would be walking with Goat the rest of the way to Stark. Goat gave me a frustrated moan, but the angry look I shot him was enough to put him in his place. We started walking briskly, cause we were going to be late.

* * *

"Where the fuck are they!"

"How in the hell am I supposed to know, I am not their keeper."

"You should keep a better eye on them, or are you worried about losing an eye as well?"

"Shut the fuck up before I shoot our your kneecaps and force you to give me head."

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't ya?"

Down in the basement of one of Portland's best gay sex clubs was the headquarters of The Broken Chain Pack. Here two of the pack members were waiting on Goat and me. The Broken chain pack was one of the only all-homosexual packs in the entire Pacific Northwest. Our rivals, the Silver Backs, were not, this lead to a lot of tension between our packs, and eventually gang war. Our turf was over the infamous "Pink Light" and neighboring "Red Light" District, our territories respectfully.

"Shut up...so what if I haven't got fucking laid in a year...so fucking what!" Said one member with a high-pitched raspy voice. He sounded like something out of fantasy. The other one spoke with a calm and neutral tone, like he was very wise. We all thought it was because he was full-blooded native. You could tell because of his leather/bead headband on his head with a feather coming off the side.

"Rusty, it's probably because you never change clothes. Your clothes are stained and it tends to leave something to be desired. You think a guy is going to come up to you and see that shirt and those jeans and want to take it up the ass from you? He'd think that bloodstain on your crotch was from you ripping someone open, and not shooting them in the face when their head happened to be down there. And that's another thing...we lost another one today."

"Another one!?!" Shouted Rusty in the darkness. You couldn't see anything in this room except the eyes of the males in the room. His eyes were a sandy brown and looked furious. The calm talking native had ice blue ones. Coincidentally, so do I, goat has green.

"Yes, Silver Backs sent us his cock in a box today. We could tell who it was by the piercings."

"So it was Jacob?" He said softly, Rusty was rather fond of Jacob and was on the verge of asking him out Jacob, nicknamed Jacob for the "Jacob's ladder" piercing in his cock, was now dead.

"Yes, it's undeniable. We could positively identify 5 of the piercings; those were the ones that I gave him for his birthday last year. I know they are because of the beads on the bearings, they are my design."

"But, are you sure? You've done a lot of cock piercings in your life...couldn't it have been someone else? You do run that sex-themed piercing shop on 113th and Powell, couldn't it have been one of the men that came in for your 'poke and a prod' special?"

The native shook his head, and stepped into the light. He was a magnificent specimen of a male, and if I weren't with goat I'd be with him. He stands over 7'-3" tall, and was the most athletic out of all of us. He was a black and white Razor wolf, being thin and sleek in his skull structure. He wore a sleeveless trench coat, with his chest bare underneath. Around his neck was a native tribal collar with the broken chain on it, and on his legs was skintight blue jeans and strapped biker boots. Over the jeans was his tribal loincloth of black leather. Rumor had it that he removed the zipper from his fly, leaving it permanently open, and the loincloth only served as a tiny flap to easy access. That always made me so hot.

"Listen, I'm positive Rusty. I never-ever do the same job on two males, I make sure of it. On the other hand, it was close to one of my Poke and Prod specials, but I am never as through with them as I was with Jacob. No, a PAP is just a man that I pierce while I fuck them in the ass, therefore I can't guarantee my highest quality like I do to you guys." He said in the same calm tone.

"God damnit Two-Tone! How this time?" Rusty said, now moving into the light with him. Rusty was a golden yellow, wolven lupine; the bastard creation of a female golden retriever raped by a white wolf. For some reason Rusty feared me because of that. Rusty was called that because of the rust colored bloodstains on his clothes. Rusty was wearing a simple "Wife Beater" tank top, and denim shorts full of holes, and some Air Bird shoes of green white and black (I always wanted them because they match my outfit). Rusty was just a hair larger than Goat, but was better fed and better built. On the downside, Rusty was paranoid, thinking that everyone is out to get him.

"The Silver Backs found our safe house for him. We tried to hide him in the west hills but someone tipped them off. They knew how to get in and everything. They chopped him up in his sleep and...well you know the rest." Muttered Two-Tone in annoyance.

"I...I know who it is," Rusty began, shaking his fists. "I just know it's that goddamned satin worshiping abhorrence of faggotry Goat! I bet it's him, trying to get his way through the ranks through lasting! I just know it! I'd bet my cock on it. You just see...it has to be him!" He said foaming at the mouth.

Two-Tone narrowed his eyes and thought, before wrapping a gentle hand around Rusty's muzzle, holding it shut. "I have to agree with you, it seems to fit. He's young...very young, and he seems eager to move up in rank. However it's his boyfriend that leads me to believe that there is a very slim chance that he can't be the one." He said as he let go of Rusty's maw

"Oh come off it Bird." He sneered.

What happened next was almost too quick for anyone to see, let alone Rusty who was at point blank. Two-Tone had reached down with his 4 fingered right hand and threw it up a little, and then spun behind Rusty in the second that it took for the knife to rise. As the knife came down he grabbed it and positioned the sharp tribal skinning knife at the throat of Rusty and held it there. Rusty was shocked, for all he knew, Two-Tone should still have been in front of him, and not standing behind him. Damn those natives are fast (and I don't mean in the bedroom.)!

"What...did you call me." Two-Tone growled, his voice changing to that of his split personality.

"I called you Bir-" He began, but a little pressure from the blade told him he had little room for error. "Bert?" He asked.

"You know better than that!" Bird said. Bird is the split personality of Two-Tone, hence his name. Two-tone was nicknamed Bird, due to the fact that his right middle finger was cut off so he could never flip someone off properly. It drives both sides of him up the wall to hear it.

"Sorry man! I just want to release some tension is all!"

Two-tone twitched, and the knife was retracted. Unlike most people with split personalities, Two-Tone embraced his other side, and liked him rather than shun him. He liked the havoc that Bird would bring down, but hated that name. He and Bird got along quite well from what he told me, and Two-Tone was totally sentient about what went on when Bird was in control.

"Jesus! Don't do that again!" Rusty said as his hand went for his 9mm Berretta on his right hip.

"Don't call us that, and we won't have a problem." Said Two-Tone in that peaceful voice of his. Rusty stood up straight, an inadvertent boner present in his shorts.

"Well, I'll tell you what, if I see that no good wanna-be faggot somewhere alone, I am going to do something!"

"Now now, you know you can't kill him. I'd have to kill you, and I really don't want to do that, and I know you don't want my other side doing it either, so how about we keep it to something safe?"

"Well, I'll tell you what, some heavy interrogations are what we need!"

"I agree. Perhaps some...intense interrogations

Two-tone thought, and looked around the room. There were others listening. They weren't the only ones in the room. There were several people that were there for the meeting that was already over. We were late after all.

"You all are to remain silent on this. Don't you dare tell Goat about what we talked about." He ordered. No one said a word. Now Two-Tone leaned in and smiled.

"What do you have in mind? Now I don't really know for sure it was him, so I just want to know what you are planning."

"Here's the plan..."

* * *

I arrived with Goat beside me a good 20 minutes later. Goat insisted that I wait for my wounds to close before we came in. Now that they were closed, and after I had washed my face in a public restroom, we could finally enter. I walked into the front door of the club, where there was a window on my left covered with a steel grating with a lot of X's on it. A handsome Otter-ling was sitting behind the counter. Without looking he buzzed us in. We walked into the sex club, and walked past the computer area and into the sex area in the back. There 3 felines were using the harness and was triple teaming a juvenile looking Ferret-ling. I looked closer...the kid had to be no more than 12, but seemed to be enjoying himself very thoroughly. I suppose the guard really wasn't paying attention this time. It wasn't fair either; I wanted to fuck a little boy. I was a mean "gangsta" after all. We walked past the sex, and entered the janitor's closet. There, behind some fake lockers were some steps leading to the basement. We walked down, and saw a large reinforced steel door with a slot...like in the movies. I banged on the door 7 times, the code. The slit opened, and a pair of cold eyes stared at me.

"Password?" Came an electronic voice from behind the door.

"Harvey Milk." I replied. The eyes blinked once and moved one of the locks. The eyes then looked over to Goat and asked the same question. Goat always had trouble remembering his password.

"Um..."

"Come on, you know this one." I told him.

"Oh yeah, Mathew Shepard!" He said. The eyes blinked and the other lock was moved. The door opened, and we saw a very short Pit Bull standing on a stool hop down, holding a little device at his throat.

"You're late boys." Said the male through the device, his voice a hideous monotone. The male was dressed like a janitor, but around his neck was the Broken Chain Collar we all wore. I gulped and looked at the Pit Bull with worry.

"I'm sorry Sparks, I didn't mean to be late. I had some trouble on the bus." I said, pointing to the still healing puncture wounds on my face. Sparks looked over at the wounds and scoffed.

"Be that as it may, you missed Lockjaw and Siren. They wanted to see you. They left Two-Tone in charge." He said, jutting a thumb over his shoulder.

"Thanks man." Said Goat quietly.

"Whatever you say...turncoat." Muttered Sparks. I shot him a confused look, but decided to walk to the end of a long hallway, and into the small room where we held out meetings.

We came into the small room where Two-Tone and rusty were having their conversation. On a cum-stained couch was Two-Tone, receiving a blowjob from what looked like another 12 year old, but he looked 9 from a closer inspection. From the look of this sex however, it wasn't consensual. The rumors were true, and Two-Tone had removed the zippers from his jeans, his large black member going in and out of the boy's throat. Two-Tone's eyes were rolled back in his head, leaving you to see nothing but white. He had his knife in his hand, and was pointing it at the boy. It didn't take a genius to tell you that this was Bird that was in command. The boy was naked, a little tabby Catling. His member was out, and cried out to be played with. There was something that caught my eye however. It wasn't the oral sex, or Two-Tone, it was that tattoo on the right shoulder blade of the boy. An old English style pair of letters forming a "SB" was there, letting everyone know he was the son or brother of a Silver Back.

"How nice of you two to show up!" Barked Rusty in the corner, his 9mm trained at the door. I was packing a .45 in the back of my tights, but I didn't have time to draw. I just stood there. Goat gulped and sighed.

"Sorry rusty, it was my fault."

"Oh I bet it is, a lot of things are you're fault around here. That botched bank robbery 6 months ago, the fumbled raid on the Silver Back Biker Bar on 3'rd, and not to mention the 2 months you spent in Juvie because you got caught!"

"Lucifer save us...can't you give me a break?" He asked.

"Sure. You're getting a chance tonight. Blackball?"

"Yes?"

"Rape that kid." He said, gesturing me towards the boy with his gun.

"Right away and with pleasure." I said with a smile, willing to follow orders. The boy whimpered as I approached, and moaned, knowing what was coming.

"Is that really necessary Rusty? I mean, can't we just whoop the shit out of him and then drop him off?"

Rusty laughed and shook his head. "Fuck no. We have to send the Silver Backs a message. A message that says 'no more inside information is coming', and if they don't get it, then we'll force it down their throat. That," He said pointing to the boy with his gun. "Is Diamond Tooth's Son. The heir to the Silver Back throne. We are going to teach him a lesson."

I stood behind the boy, naked now. I was enjoying the promise of some revenge. Goat behind me was having some second thoughts. Me on the other hand, I had a violent streak when it came to Silver Backs. They had killed all my friends before I joined the Broken Chain, and they also had killed my mother. Raping a kid was a double pleasure for me; 1, I got to have underage sex, and two I got to send a painful message. I suppose I was getting my wish!

I worked myself hard, lifted the boys tail, he whimpered in protest. I smiled and asked for a knife. I was handed one by one of the other Omegas, who were watching this. I then took the knife and put the tip to the boy's tailhole. He turned to look, but like he had done to Rusty earlier, Two-Tone clamped his hand on his muzzle.

"Open your mouth to scream, and your dead before his cock is all the way in, got me? And don't think he won't fuck you after your dead...I'll make sure he does."

Now that was a little out of my realm, but this was keen. I smiled and gave the knife one hard ram in. The boy kept his muzzle wrapped firmly around the meat of Two-Tone but screamed that way as the knife shredded his insides. I could feel the blood spray onto my white abdomen. It was kinky. The boy cried as I pulled the knife out, and then rammed my hard cock into him. His ass was so tight, and so wonderful. I took to humping right away, while Rusty came from behind and kissed my lips.

"Good, keep fucking him. I have to take your boyfriend up for his reward. Even though you're late, you two are getting presents." Rusty said with a grin as my 11-inch long and rather round cock violated the boy. The boy had no choice but to whimper and suck on Two-Tone. I gripped his waist and started to thrust my knot in and out of him for a hint of extra pain, his hole stretching wide doe to the cut. He groaned and clenched his toes and fists so hard, I could have swore he would break them. I took the knife, and began to make carvings in his back. I made an inverted pentagram and showed it to Goat, saying it was for him. He smiled at the sentiment, though he seemed disturbed at my behavior, thinking that I had transformed.

"Oh God yeah, someone fuck my ass..." I said. With that, another broken chain member stood and walked over. We called him King because of the fact that he was the only Feline member we had. He pulled out his lightly barbed cock and slid it into me, hugging me as I rode it, and forced the boy to ride me at an ever-faster pace.

"Good, I like what I see. There may be a promotion in for you soon Blackball if you keep up this work of yours."

I smiled, my evil had been uncapped. I gave into any evil though I had ever had and gave the boy a harder thrust.

"Oh yeah...take Goat or whatever...get him or whatever..." I said amidst thrusts...not thinking clearly.

"You heard him, come on!" He said, as he put his gun away and lead goat away by the hand.

As he was walking away, he heard the boy scream again. He didn't know that it was because we were carving his eyes out while we fucked him. We didn't want him to ever "see" his father again. Goat gulped and walked up the stairs Obediently.

"Um, Rusty...isn't that low, I mean...even for us?" Goat asked, starting to be shaken. Me, I was just having fun. I never said I looked back on that moment now and enjoyed it. Rusty turned as he reached the top of the stairs and growled.

"We do what we have to do. Don't worry; the kid will live anyway, so what if he's traumatized? Haven't we been traumatized?"

Goat passed Rusty on his right, not quite sure what that meant. "Well Rusty, can you tell me what we're doing back up here?"

Rusty laughed a sinister laugh. "I just want you to shower, ok? You kind of stink." Rusty said, holding his nose.

"I do?" Goat asked, sniffing his armpit. From what I remember, Goat smelled like roses, but I guess that wasn't good enough for Rusty.

"Yes. You Dobermans don't realize that you stink sometimes, just cause you're so tough. Anyway, take off your clothes...I'll take them to the clerk and get them checked alright?" Rusty said with a gleam.

Goat looked around. Sex was happening all over the place...it was a sex club after all. The kid who was being triple teamed earlier was taking a turn being a top, screwing a man almost twice his size (not just below the belt). Goat was never one for man/boy love...it was the one aspect of sex he couldn't do. For me it was a kink at the time...a dark fantasy that I could have only carried out then. I am ashamed that I did.

"T - Take off my clothes? Here?" He asked. Goat looked taken back

"What? It's not like you haven't been naked with us before...look it's a sex club, you know the rules, 'no clothes allowed'? I'd start stripping if I were you if you are going to shower before we get started tonight." Rusty said with s low tone.

Goat looked around, and sighed. He pulled his shirts over his head, and then stripped off his gloves. From the waist up, Goat was a hunk...only just a hair malnourished. Next he leaned against the wall, and shed his boots and socks, and finally came the leather pants. He kept his pink thong on.

Now that his body was exposed, you could see the brown and white chest fur that tapered to his groin, and the two brown spots on his ass. Goat had his tail cropped at an early age, so he had just a stub. He stood proud for a moment, but the look from Rusty spelled impatience. So, he slipped off the thong and placed it on the pile of clothes.

"Your earring too." He said solemnly.

"What?" Goat asked, now totally confused.

"Look with tonight's plans you shouldn't have it in, it may get caught on something."

Goat thought about it, and shrugged. He placed his earring on the pile after taking it out. He wanted to be higher up in rank someday, and if this is what it took, he would gladly do it.

"Here, don't lose it." Goat asked.

"Don't worry, just get your ass into the showers!" Rusty ordered. Goat sulked and slowly made his way past all the gay yiffers all over the place. Occasionally as he walked to the showers, a hand would grope at him, beckoning him to join a particular romp. When Goat had first entered the club, trying to join the gang, he was 15. He would have never thought he'd get into the club no sooner than his 18'Th birthday, and yet here he was. Now, the excitement had kind of worn off, and the sex there was just a means of release, unlike when I was there for him.

"Ugn...join us hot stuff?" Someone asked.

"Maybe later, I'm off to the showers." He said politely, but firmly. You have to be in that kind of environment.

The shower room was a large room with multiple showerheads. There were benches to sit on, or fuck on, the shower room counted as a "playground" as well. There was a single door that could lock from the inside or the outside depending on the hours. The tiles of the shower room were red - he never understood that. He walked over and looked at the showerhead in front of him. One showerhead had four actual heads coming from one control, two at head level and two at groin level. He smiled and turned them on and started to let the calm waters relax him. The water on his chest and groin was just what he needed. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Oh Rowdy, why did you do that? He was just a kid?" He asked himself. "I'm only a few years older than him...would you do the same to me?" He wondered. "No, you wouldn't. You love me over this gang, I've always know that...oh...hell help me." He sighed, opening his mouth to gargle some of the warm water. It felt nice to be clean.

Behind him, he heard the door open and some footsteps. He didn't bother to look, thinking it was probably just some more people wanting to shower before or after a fuck. He then heard a caught, a clearing of the throat, an obvious attempt to get his attention.

"Yeah?" Goat asked...staring at the wall and not at the people.

"It was you...wasn't it?" Came a familiar voice.

"What was me?" Goat asked, not really sure and remaining casual. As he stood there he heard the lock on the door lock, the one from the outside.

"It was you that tipped off the Silver Backs, wasn't it?" Said the voice darkly. Goat suddenly realized that these had to be his pack mates, and he turned and looked. There, each clad in a black bathrobe, were five members of the pack. All were tough looking canines, and Rusty was in the middle of them. He was wearing one of the complimentary robes that the club gave out for lounging. He wasn't sure what was going on.

"No...it wasn't me."

"Why don't I believe you?" Asked Rusty.

"But it wasn't me. I'd never bet-" He began to say before a minute BZZT sound rang into his ears, and his right knee cap exploded in pain. His jaw fell open, but no scream came forth. He looked down, and saw blood flowing from his leg, that blended in perfectly with the tiles on the floor with the water running. He could tell the bullet couldn't have been silver, or it would have done more, but lead was no less painful.

"OWW...FUCK!" He cried, holding his leg. "You shot me."

"A very astute observation." Said rusty coldly as another BZZT sound rang out. This time it went into his left calf. He could see one of the other pack members holding a silences .40 caliber handgun, the second strongest handgun in the world. It sent him to his knees.

"Alright boys, you know what to do. It's time for some...intense interrogations."

Goat held his legs as the other males rushed him and picked him up. They dragged him kicking and screaming over to the bench, and tied him to it with his arms over his head, like he was on a steak. The oddest thing was that the men crowning around him all had razors and shaving cream in their hands. And slowly, they began to shave him. The feeling across his body was queer, and unwelcome. He liked his body fur; short as it was having none was quite embarrassing. Eventually the males stripped out of their robes and squatted naked next to him and moved a showerhead to rinse him off. He couldn't see what he looked like, but he could feel that he was getting shaved more and more. At one point they turned him onto his stomach to save his backside, not missing a spot. Goat had lost his ability to scream...and whined instead, protesting all he could.

"What do you want?" He asked softly.

"Just for you to admit it was you...so I can kill you." Rusty said, foaming at the mouth. He himself was naked, and his own fur was stained with blood in various places. He could see Rusty's large pink member was out, and he was playing with it a little, in his other hand was one of Two-Tone's knives. He gulped as he was turned back onto his back and his legs were spread. He gulped, and looked up as Rusty sat himself in-between his legs.

"Gag 'em." He ordered as he saw them slap on an S&M ball gag. His legs had been spread, he was gagged, and now he was completely hairless. He had a dark feeling as to what was going to happen. He tried to scream with the gag on, but a muffled murmur was all that escaped. He looked up and saw nothing but rage on the face of Rusty, his eyes were steely, and were piercing into his very soul.

"Alright now Goat, now we have your attention. From now on, shake your head yes or no to answer, understand?" He asked, Goat nodded his head nervously, and felt another rinse of water in his face, and he closed his eyes instinctively, the water was ice cold now, it made him shiver. He heard laughter from his pack mates. He went over who it was in his mind. There was Token, who was a master at video games and a Great Dane fur. The second was Panties, a German Shepard that was infamous for wearing panties under his clothes or as a mask when he robbed people. The third was a Sheep Herder named Dasher, because of the fact he was the fastest runner in the gang. The Fourth was the biggest of them all, a bull mastiff by the name of Skull; no one knew how he got that nickname, only Lockjaw new that one. Suddenly he felt something wet and warm creeping across his chest. He opened his eyes and saw that it was Rusty, leaning over his body lustfully, and licking at his abdomen and chest. Being hairless, it made him painfully sensitive, but oddly his body took it another way. He cringed as his member began to creep out of his body ever so slowly. He groaned and cursed his body's betrayal of his better consciousness.

"Mmm...just...tell me that it was you...and I may just let you live Goat? How bout it huh?" He said as his tongue crept lovingly across his body. The sensation was unwanted, and he fought hard against it, but sadly, he was feeling pleasure. He knew he didn't do it, so he shook his head no.

"No?" He asked. "No?"

Goat shook his head.

"Well, it looks like its time for some interrogation with a blunt object." He said with a cruel smile.

Goat would have said "Huh?" but he couldn't because of the gag. He didn't understand what this meant. He then felt hands all over his body, caressing him...no...molesting him. He closed his eyes and tried to wish the situation away. But the feeling of something poking at his asshole was too great to ignore, and he clenched his eyes harder. This was all a bad dream, this was all a bad dream, this was -

Rusty's cock entered his ass with a sickening slurp, a combination of flesh ripping, and air being forced out. The pain was nothing that he had ever felt, and nothing he could ever hope to want to feel. Rusty, who had indeed gone over a year without sex, was now getting the chance to kill two roaches in one stomp. Rusty's humping was sharp and hard, drawing only halfway out of the anus, and thrusting in hard. The restraints on his arms and legs began to cut into him, and hard; the thrusting from Rusty made his body go against the ropes that were against his skin. They began to rub against him hard, the friction giving him a terrible burn. He thought he heard Rusty ask him again if he had been the one, but he wasn't sure, so he kept shaking his head.

"Oh so sorry..." Rusty said with a painful thrust. The boys all leaned in, and started to lick at his body, it was so painful and good at the same time, though there was nothing good about it. He closed his eyes once more, and kept them closed for a while. He then heard Rusty say that it's time to change gags. With that, the gag was removed, and a cock was inserted. He couldn't tell who's, only that it was large, oblong, in his mouth.

"I think he's a little thirsty...give him a drink." Said the voice of Rusty. Drink? What drink?

Without warning, the male gave a moan, and a steam of urine began to flow into his mouth. He moaned in blatant protest, but someone socked his stomach and bellowed for him to swallow. He did what he was told, his ass screaming in pain as he swallowed the foul and tart tasting liquid. He could hear the laughter of the men all around him as he whimpered and let his body go limp, no longer resisting.

"Looks like he likes it Rusty!" Said Dasher from somewhere.

"I bet. Now...can you hear me Goat?" He said with another painful thrust. Rocked back to reality, Goat nodded and whined. "Good. Tell us, was it you that leaked information to the enemy?" Rusty asked again. Once more, Goat shook his head no. Now, this made Rusty angry. He could feel Rusty slam his knot into him, bringing him to bellow in pain, but instead of humping further he just left it in there for a minute. The next thing he felt was a sharp sting on his stomach. He opened his eyes, and looked, and saw a silver blade on his abs. Now if things weren't bad enough, the others now all had one.

"So sorry it wasn't you...then I'd just kill you. No...I have to get off. So...it wasn't you?" He said taking the handle of the knife in his hand. Goat took this seriously, his mouth still tasting like piss and kept sucking on the cock in his mouth and shook his head no. "No huh?" Again, he shook his head no.

Rusty sneered and gave him a slash across the chest, opening a one inch deep gash that nearly sizzled with the blade. He groaned, knowing already that if he bit down on Dasher then his live would have been over. He kept sucking, the sweet and more delicious flavor of precum teasing his tongue, it was too bad he couldn't enjoy this.

"JUST TELL US IT WAS YOU!" Rusty shouted, and reminded Goat that his cock was still in his ass by thrusting it in again. The pain was getting worse again in his anus. Once more he shook his head.

"God Rusty...I don't think he'll ever admit to it." Came the voice of Panties from behind him.

"Take, This!"

There was a glint of silver, and then a pain greater than any yet...one so great that he blacked out. When he awoke minutes later...he was minus one groin. His cock was being passed around like a Popsicle, and Rusty was holding his testicles in his hand. They were funny looking outside the body, they were a gray in color, and looked like misshapen chicken nuggets.

"Alright dasher, give him a break, needs something to eat." Said Rusty as he moved in, he then in one move ripped his knot out, but he was so numb down there now he didn't even feel it. "Hold his mouth open boys." He ordered.

"No please!" Goat begged before the others leaped on him and held his mouth open. Next he felt something like a dildo rammed into his ass, knot and everything, realizing it had to be none other than his own dick. He whimpered and then saw Rusty drop his former organs of reproduction into his mouth. Next a gun was placed against his head.

"EAT!" They all ordered. Goat said a prayer to Satan to help him, as he began to chew...his own balls. The flavor was so sour and salty it made him want to puke. There was blood of course, and that didn't make it any easier. The balls were tough, and hard to chew, but when they were...um...thoroughly chewed, he swallowed them. His stomach met the remains of the testicles with a protest of it's own, not liking the combination of things it had just received. Goat...panted, and laid there, barely conscious. Was it over? Was he free yet?

"Here's a chance again, tell us it was you, and we'll let you go...give you a chance to run. Was it you?" Rusty asked. All Goat could do was gasp "no". Rusty then said something about filling all the holes you are about to receive and did something he never thought anyone would do. Rusty, started to slide his cock into the wound that once was his genetaila. This wasn't a plesant sensation to say the least, he opened his mouth in pain once again, but then saw something. Token, the great Dane had his tail lifted, and he saw a piece of shit coming out of it. Of all the things they had done, they weren't really going to...yup...they did.

One by one they took shits in his mouth, making him want to puke even more, but something cruel about his body wouldn't let his body do it. The pain from being fucked in his wound was too much. Then to his innermost joy Rusty had an orgasm, spraying cum deep into the body of Goat, and tying the wound now. Now, was it possible it could have been over? No it wasn't, something even more painful took place.

The remaining four, plunged their knives into him in random places, and proceeded to take to fucking the wounds they had created. Goat blacked out again, this was all too much.

"I still think it was you..." Came the whispering voice of Rusty through the darkness. "I'll prove it was someday...and you'll die...you will DIE!"

* * *

"Oh God! How is he doc?" I asked the doctor outside Goat's ICU room at Keiser Permanente Hospital on Sunnyside Road. After finishing the dirty deed, Two-Tone told me what was going on, and told me that the child was a distraction to keep me away from Goat. He told me that I would be rewarded with for my silence on this matter and for my horrific actions that I took when I was in the basement, with a promotion. I would be a Beta. I wasn't sure what they had done to him, only that he would be lucky if he lived through the night.

The doctor was a kind old gent, a Setite if I recall. Normally you only run into one or two snakes in the medical field. Dressed like your regular doctor, wearing bright pink scrubs with his badge on the right breast, and a stethoscope around his neck, he was holding the prognosis in his hand on a metallic clipboard.

"Do you want the good news or the bad?" The Setite asked calmly. I thought to myself. I was dressed in the same outfit I had on earlier, but it didn't seem to matter at the moment, I just wanted to know if the one I loved would live.

"Bad first, that way the news can only get better." I told the Setite. I remember reading it in a book somewhere. The Setite, as neutral as he could be, shrugged and looked at the paper and inhaled deeply.

"You're not going to like much...understand me?" He said, warming me."

"Alright."

"Well, lets start from the legs up. The bullets that hit him in the legs unfortunately ricocheted off his bones, and landed in his kneecaps. They sat in there for too long, and he wasn't able to regenerate them properly..." He began to say. The look on my face told him "Can he walk?" so he answered. "Well, he will be able to walk, but only with the aid of braces. Unfortunately, he doesn't have any health coverage, and a mister - Err - Lockjaw said he would only pay for him to live, not to repair the damages."

"I understand, go on." I said; bringing a hand to my maw so I could chew on my fingers...I was so nervous.

"As far as his Anal canal goes, that damage was easy to repair, and he should be back to normal in few weeks."

"Good...very good...and?" I asked not sure what had happened.

"Well I - err - I don't know if I should be the one telling you this, but I am afraid there was not a thing we could do to save his genitals. His testicles...along with about 5 ounces of fecal matter and urine were found in his stomach. They have no chance of being saved. His penis had been severed with a silver blade, I'm quite sorry...we couldn't save it either. The most we could do was restore the hilt around where his penis once was. He will be able to urinate, but that's it."

My knees went to rubber, and the doctor caught on, pulling over a chair. I sat down, and started to go numb. My lover would never be able to make love again, nor would he ever have any kids. How dare they...

"G - Go on..." I said...getting kind of sick. He pulled over a chair and sat across from me, and continued reading.

"Well, the men who raped him, stabbed him several times in the torso and...well they stuck their penises inside. Though done with silver knives, we were able to stop those wounds immediately; he'll just have some scars."

"Alright." I said...mortified, yet relieved.

"Well, he lost a lot of blood, but he'll live. You can come and see him in 3 weeks. We have to wait for the police investigation to go through, and he has to be kept safe."

"I understand that, I'm wanted too...I quit the gang that we were in yesterday. Now they want my blood."

"Well the thing that bothered us was that he said they did it because they thought he was leaking information. Does that mean anything to you?"

Alas, the sad truth. It was me that had leaked the information out to the enemy, and it had backfired. I had wanted to try to take out some members of the gang, Rusty especially, but it had failed. My own greed had cost me, and they accused the wrong male.