Night Of The Brothers: 'A Heartless Monster And The Hero'
#4 of Night Of The Brothers
Night Of The Brothers: A Heartless Monster And The Hero
Pain...
We all feel it. Most of the time it happens unexpectedly when you fall over and hit yourself off something or when you fight with someone... or even if you eat too much.
There is also a pain that's harder to understand... this pain mostly comes from the heart. I believe this is why we say our heart is broken when we feel such pain.
I feel it... right now as I see Tyler entering the bus without even looking at me. It hurts... It hurts like hell...
"It hurts... Tyler..."
The next morning mom found me lying on a couch, watching TV... it was more of a looking at the screen without concentrating. I was thinking for hours... thinking of what could possibly be the reason for Tyler to leave me. I didn't understand.
"No, Emjay... I never loved you."
I don't believe that...
"I never loved you."
"STOP IT!" I screamed at my thoughts. Mom quickly ran up to me and hugged me. "Shhh... it's okay. He's not here." I moved away from my mom. "Exactly... he's not here..." Tears formed in my eyes as I ran upstairs into my room, leaving my mom completely confused.
"No matter how awkward people would find it... I love you... I will always be your's to love..."
These couldn't be empty words... But what if they were? No... I can't think like that. I've been lying on the bed for hours. Mom knocked on my door twice over that period of time but I never replied and she wouldn't dare to enter.
"Stop that fox!"
"Fucking thief!"
I sprinted down the alley with 15 dollars in my paw. My lifestyle made me almost impossible to catch. I started doing sharp turns between the buildings, gaining distance from the shopkeeper. He was a fast one though. I had to go for plan B. I started sprinting towards the container that allowed me to climb atop one of the roofs. Soon enough I reached it, did a high jump on top of the container and once more to grab onto the roof. I managed to pull myself up just before he reached out for my fox tail. I wiped my forehead but it seems I got happy too soon. The shopkeeper started pulling himself up onto the roof. I rolled my eyes at him. "Seriously? You are ready to lose a few kilo just to chase 15 dollars about?" The chase resumed. I jumped from roof to roof, trying to make him fall but the damn shopkeeper was like Lara Croft's boyfriend.
I started joking about while getting chased. "It's a friggin' 15 dollars, man! You would get more than that by now..." Another jump. "...but noooo. You find it a good exercise to chase homeless kids about." Before I could make another jump I felt the shopkeeper tackling me. We rolled across the roof and ended up near an edge. I tried to get up but that damn moron grabbed my jeans in the butt area to stop me.
"Gah! You pedo!" I kicked him in the face and he let go. I got up but I was practically still trapped. A fucked up shopkeeper in front of me and edge of the roof behind. Without hesitating he walked up and grabbed my paws, trying to take the 15 dollars. I hold tight to his paws and swung myself between his legs and while still holding them I used my entire body to push him forward before letting go of his paws. He did a 360 spin in the air while falling down and biting the asphalt. The house wasn't all that high so he got up with a bleeding muzzle. I slid my pants and underwear down enough to show him my butt. "Mess with the best... leave like the rest." Then I pulled them back up and made my way to a shop somewhere far away since my stomach was grumbling for quite a some time now and that chasing didn't make it any better.
Now... where did I leave off? Ah, yeah. My name is Roy and I am 15 years old... and as you probably guessed I'm a fox. A red fox to be precise. Funny... we are called red foxes but it's more of an orange color, isn't it? And we are not completely orange... We are half orange and half white with dark brown bits and paws. 'Kay... 'nuf talking about my sexy appearance.
After buying some bread and butter I decided to go hardcore and get myself some milk instead of water. I need some proteins from time to time. Rest of the evening I've spent in my little hideout. A cellar that nobody uses for reasons unknown to me. I guess I can call this place a home... Yeah... I am 'homeless' if you don't count the cellar which I enter through a window. There are some advantages of being homeless... like... um... well, you know the entire city by heart and... I think that's about it. Oh well. Life could always be worse, right? Gotta look positively into the future, huh? Ehh...
My life couldn't get any worse... If Tyler never loved me then why did I even bother... I still remember that moment after the accident... the peaceful nothingness... If that's how death looks like... Then maybe it's not all as bad as one might think?
Why didn't I suicide? Well... I think there is always something to live for. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. My momma always used to say that whatever doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger. And no... I'm not afraid of living a homeless life. Well... I was in the beginning... I was quite an easy target for pedophiles and rapists... but I know how to distinct them before they try anything. How? Well... think about it. Most of the furs will treat you like a piece of waste since they want nothing from you and you can't offer them anything they would need while pedophiles on the other hand... yeah... they are the ones that pretend to care about you since there is something you can offer to them. And if not, they will take it anyway...
And so here I was... sitting on the edge of a bridge, thinking why I shouldn't jump... so... why shouldn't I jump? I got used sexually, played emotionally, I got hurt in the ways I hardly understand and I can't do anything without breaking into tears.
"You aren't thinking about jumping, are you?"
I turned around. "Josh... hey there. Long time no see." He sat next to me. "Depression?" - He asked and I nodded: "It's a gentle way to describe it. I feel like there is no reason to live for." He shook his head and placed a paw on my lap. "Tch, tch, tch, tch... This just won't do... hmm... how about I will make you some tea at my place and try to stop you from doing something you will later not be able to regret... since you'd be dead." I shrugged... guess I have nothing else to do. "Okay then." I got off the edge of a bridge and followed Josh. I know it was a stupid thing to do. I don't really know Josh but he seems to be a good friend of Tyler... maybe Tyler told him something about me and why he left me...
"Oh yeah... I love this... full stomach, bottle of milk by my paw and no worries." I put my paws under the head. Let me give you the 411... This city isn't trustworthy... But no one would believe me if I said every person here has their dirty secrets... It's like those 16 year old girls you sometimes meet. All sweet and that. Giggle here, giggle there. You end up in bed with her and later realize you have to pay alimony. I guess that's an advantage of being gay. No babies equals no unwanted expenses... unless you are unlucky enough to end up in bed with a guy that has AIDS... then you're screwed... literally and within metaphor. So yeah... avoid pedos... get used to a terrible diet and be happy from anything you achieved. But then again... I sometimes wish I could share my humble happiness with someone. Oh well... I guess that's a disadvantage of being homeless. Who the hell would want to be with you?
Josh opened the doors for me and I entered. He flicked lights on. The house was quite cool. A sort of modern style with some wood. He took his jacket off and started doing the tea. I took a chance to ask him about Tyler: "Did you talk to Tyler lately?" He poured water into a glass and dipped a teabag in it. "No, but I heard from Steve he moved to Furview." I sighed. "That's a bit far, isn't it?" He nodded: "2 hours way in a car." He then walked up to me and gave me the glass. "You're not drinking?" - I asked. "Nah. I don't like tea." I started to feel strange about him. My sub-consciousness started to ring in an alert. I pretended to drink some of the tea.
"You know. I have to prepare something for later. Drink up your tea and wait for me, okay?"
"Okay." I once again pretended to drink some. Once he walked upstairs I sneaked up to the sink and poured my tea, that's when I found something that caught my attention. Something under the couch. I made sure he isn't coming and walked back up to the said couch before picking up... a picture. My heart started to beat faster as I saw a naked fur on the picture... she had no more than 12 years... I had to get out of here without being noticed. I heard him coming back downstairs so I quickly slipped the picture back under the couch. Just before he came into view.
"Still thinking about suicide?" I shook my head: "Seems you helped me out with this tea." I could swear he smiled for half of a second: "Are you tired?" I knew it... Now I am sure I should get out of here: "No, not really, why?"
"Oh, no... you just seemed to look like it. Anywho. 2 More minutes, mkay?"
"Sure. I am not in hurry." - I smiled. He smiled back and went back upstairs. This was my moment. I quietly walked up to the door... but actually... He is a danger to everyone... I need a proof. And so I sneaked back up to the couch and took the picture before once again heading for the door. I opened them and-"
*WHOOP!*
Oh... there is one more thing I forgot to mention. If you are alone, make sure you never enter a pedophiles house. Once you do... yep... you guessed right. You're screwed. Anywho... I better go to sleep now. Sometimes you've got guys picking cans up here... I wouldn't want to wake up too late and get spotted by them. Good night.
I woke up and could straight away feel intense pain in the back of my head. This isn't happening... First Tyler broke my heart and now... I started to nervously breathe as I realized I've got no clothes on and I'm tied up to a desk, bending over...
"Oh, God, please no..." By now my heart was beating way too fast. I felt fear like no other...
"I must say you almost got away..." I saw Josh walking into my line of sight as my chin was resting against the desk. "And you wanted to tell police about me, weren't you?" He took the photo out from his pocket of that 12 year old fur.
"Josh... please, don't do this. I swear I won't tell anyone... please..."
"Oh shut up. You're boring."
Josh sounded more dominative... He is a wolf after all... I lost all hope when I started to feel the musk in the air. I didn't even realize I was crying... All I wanted was for this to be a bad dream... He walked around me, running finger over my body, from head to my tail before lightly pressing finger into my butt.
"Gaaaaah! Stop it!" - I cried out.
He grinned: "Someone seems to be sensitive?"
"P-please... don't do this." - I moaned out as he stuffed his finger all the way in. I wanted to break free. I started to struggle against the bonds but only ended up with a hit to the back of my neck. I rested my cheek on the desk, half-stunned. I could feel him playing with my butt. Slipping the finger in and out at different paces. This was so bad... It's hard to explain what it feels like to be used in such a way and not being able to do anything about it.
"S-s-stop... p-please..." You feel the rage and sadness building up within but you can't even move a paw. He soon got bored and pulled the finger out. I clenched my muscles. My ears perked up in hope he found some heart within... oh the irony. Next thing I saw was his 9 inch meat in front of my muzzle. The same canine musk that screamed dominance... different from Tyler but I knew Josh is not going to spare me...
"Like what you see, faggot? Let papa take care of your need for boys. I will make sure you'll be tired of stuffing up your butt for a looong time."
"Josh... I beg you... don't..."
I felt another hit on my head. "Shut up, fucktoy! I am your daddy from now on, understood?"
I started crying more: "I promise I won't tell anyone... just let me go... please." - I literally cried out the last word. As a response I got another hit on the head. I started to feel dizzy.
"I told you to call me daddy!"
And that's when it happened... He walked behind me and lifted my tail up before stuffing half of himself inside. Only half because my hole was literally not big enough. It felt as if someone stuffed my butt with glass and then set it on fire.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" I lifted my head up in pain as much as I could. There was no doubt... he must be a devil himself... instead of pulling out, feeling the resistance he insisted on going further. I wanted to die... I actually regret that moment I didn't jump...
"Daddy, please stop!" I begged. Maybe obeying him would get me free...
"Daddy will stop when he's done with ya." I started to feel sick as my entire body was shaken with each thrust as he attempted to stuff his 9 inch cursed meat into my 15 year old butt... I couldn't handle it... I started biting own tongue to not concentrate on the pain from my butt. The widest part of his shaft went in. Now, without resistance his entire cock blobbed inside with an exception of the knot. It didn't feel any better. Now I felt as if someone was hitting my insides with a wooden stick. He would pull out, getting stuck and trying to pull my anal ring along with it before the 'plop' noise as a sign I can take a breath before another assault.
I soon stopped begging him. I just moaned in pain each time he would mercilessly hit my insides with his cock that is way too big for someone like me. I looked at the wall with a blank stare and saliva leaking down my muzzle. I didn't have strength to close my muzzle... let alone continue to struggle against his meat. I heard pants as he leaned over, speeding up. The pain was there but at same time it wasn't... I could sort of feel it but I just couldn't concentrate on it anymore... I just wished I was dead...
After few more minutes he barked and blobbed the knot in. My body went through another pain spasm and then I could feel the soothing liquid filling me and somewhat reducing the pain of my insides.
"Oh yes..." - He grinned while leaning over me and enjoying his orgasm and then afterglow with an addition of my hole twitching with pain. "Take all of papa's present." He then pulled the cock out and walked off to another room, leaving me alone with cum leaking from my butt, soothing my anal ring.
I don't know for how many days I've been there. The first two days I would beg him to finally let me go. He never did. I had to let my pee out under the desk and my stomach was grumbling from lack of food. I thought it would be my over. Soon enough I started to feel less and less pain. He would do me even 4 times a day. I know it's the least problem but he would never let me get a single orgasm from all of this. I was his toy... his slave... Who made such a monster?
"Eeeemjaaayyy... You know what time is it?"
I woke up when the sky was still dark. Good. I had time to get out of here. Throughout the day I would just walk about without a destination... sometimes I would help citizens for a bit of coin... sometimes I'd steal... depends on mood and situation. Today I was walking past a house that until today I thought is empty.
"Josh... please... no more."
"Will you ever shut the fuck up? Toilets don't talk!"
Some people have really sick kinks... I shook my head and took a few steps forward but then it caught my attention once more.
"STOP IT!" Followed by a moan of pain.
Now I was curious and worried at same time. Life taught me to never be too nosey... But I'm a kid after all... too curious for my own good. I did a short parkour wall run-up and grabbed onto the first window. I carried on climbing up to the window with lights on. The sight was disgusting... A big wolf mercilessly humping into... I opened my jaw... he was so cute... how in life would someone be so heartless to rape this kiddo? I don't know why I just had to save him. I kicked the window in and jumped inside of the room. The wolf straight away pulled his impressive meat out, causing this poor thing to moan in pain. I felt rage build up in me. Without saying anything he grabbed a knife from the floor and charged at me. Seems he's not the type of fur that will blab on about. He swung the knife like a maniac but my reflexes and reaction speed were faster. I attempted to grab onto his wrist but he shook me off and swiped at my muzzle, causing a slight cut. He once again charged at me... it seems he's as stupid as the shopkeeper... window behind me. As he got to me I swiftly grabbed his wrist, twisted it, took his knife and stabbed his back as I twisted around, ending the combo with a kick, sending him out through the window. Due to his bad luck this time it was a high building and there was no way he could survive that.
The fox started untying my paws. I couldn't move... my butt hurts too much and I was too weak to move. Surprisingly he picked me up in his arms... he didn't look much older than me but one thing is sure... he was my hero...
I felt him nuzzle up to my chest... such warmth was unusual to me but nice... I cuddled up to him as much as I could while leaving the now empty building... I felt like there is something common between us...
"Thank you..."
"My pleasure..."
To Be Continued...
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