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Caught Red Handed. A Commission for Creaturebeat by DomCoon. Modern, Ball-busting, Violence, Fighting, Pain, Gut-Punching.

"Fucking Zak, Hurry up....!" said the husky to the black-furred wolf spray painting a design on the back of Lucky Louie's Pizza House. The two were there to spread their own brand of graffiti art on the back of the locale, every time it was cleaned off. Mainly as a form of revenge from being banned from the premises for 'rude behavior'. It was in a back alley, as one would expect one to look like, the dumpster for the business, a couple of trash cans, some mangy cat tip toeing along a chain link fence at the end that blocked it off from another businesses' alley, with water running from some gutter from a recent rainfall earlier this morning.

Zak glared at the husky, having to turn away from his work to address him, slowing them down that little longer. "I'm almost done..." said the lean, but slightly toned wolf wearing nothing but a pair of jean shorts on his body, held up by a belt, his body flexing his slightly toned abs as he crouched down a little, moving the paint can down in a motion, arcing down, forming the tail end of some design, it was obvious it was some guy puking on a pizza...the word's 'Lucky Louie's Sucks!' written underneath it.

Zak was just about finished, ready to close up the cap on the red can of spray paint when a light shined right down the alleyway. "Hey, you two, Stop!" said the voice as the sound of a car door opened up. They could make out one of the town's squad cars behind the figure....that had somehow snuck up and parked quietly enough for them not to hear.

The wolf threw the can on the ground as the two booked it down the alley, the husky leapt up the chain link fence, quick as a jackrabbit...and leaned over the edge of the fence, opening his hands to help Zak over, who had a harder time climbing the fence. It was about at that point that the cat hiding in the corner ran out, scared by the commotion. It ran right under Zak's feet, causing him to trip...his chest scraping against pavement as he crashed into the chain link fence, his face pushing up against, nosepad pushing through one of the gaps, squeezing his muzzle a little. The husky cursed....he ran down the way, away from the cop, and leaving Zak behind. Zak quickly got up, pulling his snout from the fence as he yelled..."Hey....come back...!" it was about at that moment, as his husky friend ran away, that Zak felt a paw grab his shoulder and suddenly throw him forward toward's the wall of the Pizza place with a sudden slam, knocking the wind out of him with an 'Oommph!'.

"So /you're/ the one that keeps defacing the back wall, huh?" asked the officer. The officer was a doberman, wearing the typical, police uniform, brimmed, peaked hat, with the town's local police insignia on it, a blue pressed shirt, and black pants finishing his ensemble. His badge on his chest identified him as Officer Don. He did not seem too happy with the fellow he had just caught-- the local police force had been getting reports from the owner for almost a year, but they've never been able to catch the culprit, until now, it seems.

"Yeah, so what's it to ya?" Sneered Zak as he stared down the cop as he was held against the wall, he grabbed the cop's arm and proceeds to push back, managing to move his arm off his shoulder, keeping him pinned.

Don frowned. "What it is to me, is that you are coming with me to the precinct." he says. Don moved to get his handcuffs from his belt, next to where his baton was hanging off his belt, as Zak pushed forward, placing his paws against the officer's shoulder's trying to push him off. This didn't work quite as-well as Zak had hoped, serving to only anger the officer, as he glared. "Are you looking to be subdued, boy?" asked Don, a hint of fire in his voice.

Zak scoffed loudly. "I can take you, old man...!" he said as he raised his arms, in some sort of mockery of some mixed-multi arts fighter on TV. He began to dart, back and forth. He was quick...but he was cocky, and most of all, apparently quite stupid.

At this point, Don had enough. This kid was going to go down, and go down hard, his paw moved one inch forward, grasping the handle of his baton. Hefting the heavy, black painted stick of wood, he whipped it forward, the broadside aiming for the lower stomach area of the wolf, right directly flush with where his navel was, which Don could aim for quite perfectly, as the wolf had chosen to go without a shirt. Despite Zak's attempts to dart, and doge, quite ineffectively, the broadside of the baton collided with his lower stomach, distending against the muscles, and making a momentarily outline- before forcing fat, and fur up towards his chest around it as he was flung back against the wall, his body slapping against it causing him to slump for just a moment against it, emitted and loud "Ooomph!" being let out in sudden surprise from the the hit, Zak bent over in surprise pain, the wind being knocked out of him suddenly as his eyes widened as he bent over in surprise, grabbing the area he was just hit, immediately feeling quite sort in the spot, just below his belly button from the hit with the baton. The guy can hit hard, Zak thought....majorly hard. But... he was faster, right?, he thought, surely that must be an edge, he thought. "You're going down, old man....!" he yelled, as he tried to dart to the side, trying to come at what he thought was a blind spot.

Zak's face suddenly became intimately involved with the business end of the baton, the round end being forced against his forehead with a loud crack that filled the back end of the alley, causing him throw his head back from the force, and to stumble to the right and crash into some of the trash cans in the back alley with a bunch of sounding clangs. He caught himself, a large welt forming on his forehead as he whimpered out quite loudly and suddenly from the hit to his head, as Don frowned. "Kid, if you don't stop, you're REALLY going to hurt yourself." he said in a stern, commanding voice.

Zak was too upset at the moment, for a moment, all he could see was red, he huffed a little, his vision a little blurry from the hit to the head as he just screamed out, some guttural war cry as he attempted to charge forward, into the officer that was trying to arrest him.

The cop threw the baton at Zak's chest, resounding off with another painful crack and rebounding against the wall of the pizza place they were still behind, causing Zak to stop a moment, to figure out what just hit him at a high speed, but that was a mistake. All it took was a few moments for Don to cover the distance between his current position and Zak.... grabbing onto the young male wolf's face, placing his paw around his snout, he brought his other paw back, closing it into a firm, strong fist, before brining it down into his chest. Another loud CRACK resounding in the acoustics of the back alley as Zak's face widened again, causing himself to throw his arms up where he was just hit, and squirm his face free from the strong officer's grip. He had to take a sudden grip, this was starting to really hurt.

Zak frowned as he caught his breath, staring the officer down, Don could see where a bump had formed on the wolf's forehead, from where the baton struck. Don frowned. "If you want to continue this, fine..." he said as Zak raised his arms again, trying to punch for his face. Don lifted his paw, catching the arm mid punch.... before flipping Zak over his body, with a loud series of metallic clangs as he flipped over into the trash cans behind him, that were still a mess from Zak's earlier fall. Zak laid there for a moment, arms outstretched as he moved one towards his head to move to get back up, and nurse the headache he was feeling, but at that exact moment, Don was lifting his foot.

Don laid his foot down into a mighty, downwards stomp towards the other combatant's stomach, his foot sinking into that stomach, below the belly button, sinking directly into his gut as Zak's eyes went wide, howling into the air as he arced his back, almost folding like a jackknife against Don's leg. before gasping for breath, the wind being knocked out of him. He began to wince, panting as he Don removed his foot. Zak rolled to the right and got up, holding his gut. He was looking ragged, in pain, his hair was messed up, sweat streaming down the front of his face..... his body shook with strung out nerves, he was panting more raggedly with every move.

Zak panted..."I...I'm not done yet....!" he said through gritted teeth, that began to grind against one another. He began to charge Don again. Don almost looked shocked! "Jesus, kid, come on, if you keep this up, you're really going to break something...!" he said. Zak paid no mind, he continued his charge forward.

Don punched his hand forward, as Zak continued his charge forward, right into the middle of his chest, he was aiming for the space in the middle front of the torso, smack dab between the gut and chest--an area known as the solar plexus. There was a loud crack as the massive, strong hit proceeded to knock Zak onto his back again stumbling down this time as he became nauseas, the alleyway suddenly spinning like some ride at the local amusement park. He ended up slumping against the dumpers, before tugging himself up. He was still huffing...puffing. Zak's muscles were twitching as he groaned out, "Uhn....", shaking with every movement he could make, and his muscles ached and burned. He was beginning to tire out, and now, it was showing.

"Kid, come on, that's enough." frowned the cop. "Time to come quietly." Don said as he moved forward, leaning for his handcuffs again. Zak clenched his fists, again, despite the pain he was feeling from head to toe. "I t--told you!..." he said with a pained breath, still trying to catch his breath. "I can take you....!". Zak once again began running, even as his muscles burned as he leaped into the air, trying to come down on the officer, and ram into him.

Don frowned again as he brought his leg up into a kick, his pointed dress shoe meeting dead center of the wolf's belly button, pushing inwards through that fat layer, indenting to a point, as Zak's face distorted into one of severe pain as he let loose a loud gasp "Uhnphm!!!"

As Zak made the sounds, of deep, hard suffering, Don grabbed the boy's shoulders, mid leap, slowly swinging him to the right as he threw the boy towards the dumpster, flinging him through the air like a ragdoll. There was a loud clang as he collided, but Zak didn't hit ground, his shorts, the one garment he was wearing, had snagged on a sharp piece of metal, where the dumpster had been tore open before in it's past. He hung there as he struggled, before there was a loud tearing sound before he was heard hitting the pavement of the alley with a yip!

Zak was left bottomless as his shorts tore, being left on the dumpster, swaying in the cool night air. His sheath, and balls hanging out , swaying under him as he got to all fours and pushed himself up to his feet. He could be seen now, blushing just barely by the officer of the law that was still standing there---Don was barely breaking a sweat...while sweat poured down Zak's bruised, and slowly breaking body as he breathed.

Now all Zak had truly left was his pride... he was left beaten....broken.... and now, nude in front of his opponent. Zak couldn't give up, now, even if he wanted to. There was no way he was going to let this cop take what little pride he had left now... not in any fashion. Zak, pained and in a world of hurt, began to once again charge forward, again, even though it had failed the times before, to phase the officer, it was all he could do in the narrow back alleyway.

Don had enough now. Grabbing the boy and pushing him back against the back of the pizzeria, he proceeded to push him in by the shoulders, the wolf's back meeting, and digging into the rocky concrete of the brick. Zak shut his eyes and began to push back against the officer, grunting as he gritted his teeth. Don frowned as he went in for his coup de grace, raising his knee up for the boy's exposed groin.

His kneecap collided with those swaying orbs, pushing them into the boy, squeezing them suddenly, causing them to squash like grapes in a vineyard against the boy's crotch. His eyes widended as he let loose the most loudest whimper, head arcing up into the air as he looked straight up at the sky..."Uhnn!...O..owww!" he murmured before he finally felt limp, the pain and stress of the entire ordeal taking it's final toll as the cop let the boy go. He fell towards the floor into a curled pile of fur and beaten, bruised limbs.

Zak stopped moving after that, just whimpering, and grabbing his paws down at his groin, he was done fighting, beaten, broken as he groaned out still in the shadow of the police officer that had lain such a savage beating down on him.

Don sighed a little, his breathing calmed down, not that he was breathing heavy to begin with, his knuckles just a little sore from the small amount of effort he managed to put into beating down the younger perp.

He leaned down and shook the wolf a bit, gently leaning him out..."Lay down straight....don't move....you'll be fine kid..." he grumbled a little, smoothing down the nude boy's thighs, giving them a soft, massaging rub near the thighs, and down their sides as the boy groaned louder. "Ow---" Zak murmured out, trying to do as the officer said this time, being in so much pain.

"You know...I still need to take you in..." Don said as he crossed his arms keep crouched down on his haunches. The boy merely folded his ears down against his head, smoothed back in full, submission of his aggressor..."I know , sir...." he said a bit sadly as he reeled in pain still.

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