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This story is fiction. It has scenes of adult and cub sex. If you don't like these themes, then please don't read. This is my first foray in stories dealing with cubs. I welcome any critique or suggestions or comments, as these are incentive for me to write more. Be it character, story or grammar based, feel free to comment or send me a note/email.

Any resemblance to actual incidents, institutions, existing/prior/future fursonas or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Several days passed before Shay and I talked again. He was anxious to hear of my exploits, and drank up the description of my oral activities with the husky eagerly. I displayed my toys proudly, holding up the dildo and lube and especially the mace and switchblade. Shay praised me for having aqcuired these items, and told me to carry the mace and blade on me at all times.

When I mentioned the idea of photos and videos of my sexual encounters, he looked thoughtful. He suggested that if I went ahead with that, I should be adamant that any photographic items be used purely for personal needs, that they should not be circulated in any form, and that I should demand copies.

He told me that cubs playing with adults for fun was one thing, but for a cub like me, who wanted this to be more than just playfulness, not only was my physical body something to be paid for, but my likeness too should carry value. If I allowed my photographs to be displayed for all to see, it would, to a degree, lessen my value. It would also make the photographs more valuable, as only the furs who took them got to see them. Having copies myself would allow me to make sure that they weren't distributed. If I saw one of them in a gallery, I would be able to pinpoint who took them, and confront them about it. Nothing held power over a cub lover than the chance that their identity could be revealed. If they chose to reveal my identity, I could threaten to reveal theirs.

It made sense. I decided to make a list of any furs who wanted my photograph, matching the batch with the name and contact details, as I would have their email address and a physical description of them. This list would be encoded as was the rest of the information I gathered.

Kyle remained elusive, but I still held hope that one day I would hear from him again. I did, however, receive an email from Wayne. It was short, a quick thank you for my services. I sent a reply back to him, but he didn't respond. I figured he had sent the mail as a query as to whether or not I gave him the right address. I was sure I'd hear from him at some point.

I continued my stalking of the bookstore, and once again I found no takers. This did not worry me. It had taken me weeks to find Wayne after all. I continued my karate lessons, and found I had an aptitude for the martial arts. My instructor was quick to encourage me, and my parents were proud of my rapid advancement, and I became the first cub to acquire the yellow belt after only a few weeks.

One night, while I was taking a bath, relaxing in the warm water, I decided I should start practicing anal sex. I had the dildo and the lubricant, and I'd read various health forums which suggested ways to get used to anal penetration. I reached between my legs, lifting my rump to give myself access, and gingerly probed at my taught little tailhole. I'd poked at it before, and my puckered rim proved to be most stubborn. Soaking in the bath I found it had relaxed. A lot! My fingertip entered easily, and I pressed harder.

It felt strange and exciting at the same time. Probing at my tight chute was kinda pleasurable. My tailhole was fairly relaxed, the warm water had made the skin and muscle pliable, and I was getting a raging little hardon as I fingered myself.

I stood and grabbed the lubricant, squirting the liquid onto my finger and smearing it against my tailhole. An involuntary yelp of surprise left my lips as the cold lube met my warm flesh, but I pressed on, smearing the slick fluid around inside my butthole. I added more and more lubricant, until my finger was all but sucked up inside.

It was then I picked up the canine dildo. It was an impressive piece, modelled after a generic canine cock, long and thick with a large knot. I smeared the entire length with lube, and once it was well lubricated, I placed it on the edge of the bath, positioning myself over it, guiding the tapered tip to my waiting rosebud.

The dildo's tip entered easily enough and I took it to be an encouraging sign. I lowered myself further, and while my hole gave some resistance, with a little force more of the shaped silicon slid in. My rim began to stretch as more of the dildo entered me, and suddenly I yelped softly as pain burst from within, feeling as though the cock tip had struck something inside me.

I hurriedly stood, the dildo sliding from me and toppling into the water. The pain fled swiftly, and I slid a finger gingerly up inside me, afraid that I'd hurt myself and was bleeding. My finger exited with no sign of blood and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Fishing the dildo from the bath, I had to reapply the lube, and I touched up my loosened tailhole as well, the smooth liquid like balm against my flesh. Once more I straddle the dildo, this time taking it into me a lot slower. When I could not fit anymore of the toy inside me, I started to bounce gently on it, willing myself to relax and enjoy the feeling of toyfucking myself.

As I rode my dildo I stroked my cubcock, finding the combined sensations of ass and penis play mixing well together, creating a much stronger need for release, and I was soon panting softly, my youthful lusts giving vent to a spectacular orgasm, my entire body shuddering as I emptied my balls, a few spurts of cubspunk shooting into the bathwater.

I withdrew the dildo, examining it as I slid back into the bath, allowing the water to wash over and sooth me. The toy was clean, but I submered it and washed it thoroughly with soap, doing the same with my now tender tailhole. I couldn't even slide the tip of my finger inside. My rim seemed to have closed up shop, tensing against my now unwanted digit.

I would need a lot more practice if I was to take an actual cock, but I had time. In the meantime, I would use my muzzle to satiate the needs of any cublover furs I found.

I left the mace and switchblade at home on schooldays, only carrying them around when I went to the mall to hunt. I half expected to run into Wayne at some point, but I didn't, and despite my attempts to land another client, I kept leaving the mall alone.

One Saturday afternoon, about a week after my tryst with Wayne, as I am cycling home from the mall, I hear a voice from just behind me call out:"Hey, husky pup!"

I glance over my shoulder as a red mustang pulls up alongside me. The lynx driving it looks at me from behind shaded eyes and gestures to me to stop. I do, and the lynx leans out a little. "Hey, do you know this area well?"

"Kinda," I reply.

"I just want to know if there are any woods around here at all."

I nod. "Over at Riker's Park. It's about seven blocks that way," I point down the road, "and two blocks to the right."

The lynx flashes me a smile and shoots a few glances around him, over his shoulder, in his rearview mirrors. Then he looks back at me. "I saw ya at the mall, pup. Was there something in particular you were looking for in that bookstore?"

My heart pounds. Looks like I picked up a bite after all. I grin. "Maybe."

"Did you find it?"

I shake my head. "No, but it might just have found me."

The lynx chuckles. "Well, thanks for the directions to the woods. I'm heading there now. Will be there for a little while," he says with a casual, nonchalant attitude, though he seems to be waiting for something.

"What's a little while?" I ask, picking up on the game he is playing.

"I dunno, pup. How long will it take you to cycle there?"

I shrug. "Depends on how fast I peddle, mister."

The lynx smiles again. "And how fast are you going to peddle?"

"Fast," I grin back, and he pulls his shades down a little to look over the rim at me, his blue eyes crisp and bright, and he winks.

"See you there, pup," he grins, and drives off.

Excited, I start peddling as fast as I can. I don't want to keep him waiting. My heart pumps fiercely in my chest as I imagine his cock in my muzzle. En route to the park I wonder why he didn't approach me in the mall. I figure he didn't want so many furs seeing him with me, but I make a note to ask him when I see him again. After all, I need to learn as much about my clients as I can. That way the service I provide them will be both pleasurable and secure.

The park eventually comes into view, and I see the red mustang in the parking lot at the end closest to the woods. It is empty. I look around, but don't see the lynx. There are several furs in the park, walking, talking, relaxing, so I immediately decide the restroom is out of the question. With so many furs around, it was inevitable that some of them would use the facilities.

That left the woods themselves. He did ask where the woods were, not the park, so that would mean he would be in there. I leave my bike in some bikeracks near the path leading into the woods and follow it. The woods start off thin, but become thicker and denser, with large patches of overgrowth and brush. It is about a minute down the path that I hear a low whistle off to the side, and I glance over to see the lynx waving at me from alongside a tree that has snapped over.

He slides out of sight behind a wild patch of trees and brush to find him leaning against one of the trees, waiting for me.

"I'm glad you came, pup," he smiles. "What's your name?"

"Tyler. What's yours?"

"Griff."

"That's an unusual name."

He nods and grins. "I'm an unusual guy."

"I must ask, Griff, why did you follow me instead of speaking to me in the mall?"

"Too many furs," the lynx replies. "Also, I was a little nervous about approaching you. I had to build up the courage, pup." He shuffles his feet and looks a little embarressed.

"Don't worry, Griff, I'm very friendly." I flash him my most disarming smile and he smiles back at me.

"So, Tyler, um...just so we're on the same page, we're here for sex, right?"

I grin and nod. "Yeah."

He breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh good, I was really afraid that maybe you thought I was offering something else."

"Like what?" I ask, my eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity.

"Oh...um...like drugs."

"I don't do drugs," I say. "They're not good for you."

"Good boy," Griff smiles. He looks around. "Hey, um, let's go in a bit further. I don't want to be too close to the path."

"Ok," I reply, "but I don't want to waste your time."

"What do you mean, pup?"

"I only do blowjobs. And...I kinda need money, so..." This time it is I who shuffles my feet and looks abashed.

"You suck cock for money," Griff says, and when I nod he chuckles. "That's ok. I'll be happy to pay for your muzzle. How much?"

"Fifty," I reply.

He whistles. "That's a lot of money. Are you worth it?"

I grin shyly. "I'm a ten year old cub who likes to suck adult cock and swallow their cum. I've been told I'm VERY good at it. I'll also jerk off for you to watch and if you want you can keep my underpants as a souvenier."

He studies me from behind his shades, contemplating my words. Finally he says:"You're cute, and I like the underpants idea. Sure, fifty is worth it. Come on."

He rests a hand on my shoulder and we walk deeper into the woods. We find a very secluded spot, with enough clear ground to play around on. Griff nods in approval and says:"This looks good."

"How do you want to do this?" I ask.

"Take off all your clothes, pup," he says, leaning against a tree, removing his shades, pocketing them and watching me intently.

I slowly do my thing, moving my body suggestively, shedding clothes seductively, until I'm standing before him wearing a pair of green and black briefs. Griff whistles in awe as he drinks me in with his eyes, one of his hands unzipping his pants and sliding inside, groping at the hidden flesh within.

"Tyler, hump that tree," he says, nodding at a young sapling behind me. "Pretend it's your lover."

I grin and nod and take hold of the trunk, my legs on either side as I slowly grind my adolescent bulge against it. I wink at Griff and then turn my attention to the sapling, placing a tender kiss against its bark, making soft moaning noises, my hands caressing its rough surface, my hips gyrating as I make out with the juvenile tree.

I look over at Griff, to find the lynx's pants and boxers around his ankles, his cock pulsing in his grasp, primed for action. He gestures for me to come over and I do. When I am in front of him he reaches out to tug my underpants down, and I let them fall to my ankles and step out of them. My little soldier is saluting the lustful lynx proudly, and the adult licks his lips.

"Mmmm...you're definitely a looker, boy," he grunts, the sound coming from deep in his throat, sounding gutteral and rugged. "Beautiful cocklet, pup. How about letting me see your ass," he grins lewdly.

I turn around and bend over, and I feel his hands on my rump, spreading my cheeks so that he can get a good look at the tight little rosebud that has yet to take the issue of another. I feel a thumb rubbing against the puckered rim and I moan, more for his benefit than mine. The tip of his thumb presses in, and I feel the tip breach my walls.

"You wanna rim me, Griff?" I ask.

"Nah, I'm gonna fuck ya."

The lynx's voice has changed, no longer warm and friendly, but cold and laden with malice. I shudder as the inflection in his tone cuts through me, sending shivers down my spine. My heart starts pumping furiously in my chest as I realize what he has just said.

"I...I don't fuck, Griff. I only give blowjobs." Maybe he misheard me, or maybe I misheard him. Blood is rushing in my ears, my cheeks feel flushed, and I start to shiver.

I cry out as Griff's response is to shove the rest of his thumb into my tailhole, effortlessly forcing his way past my clenched muscles and invading the temple that is my boyhood. He shoves me foreward, thrusting a foot between my legs, and I lose balance and fall, throwing out my arms to absorb the shock of the ground.

A heavy weight bears down on me and my muzzle meets dirt. I struggle to move, to twist loose, by in vain. Griff has a knee on my back, a thumb in my ass, and is massaging his engorged cock as he breathes into my ear;"You do what I fucking tell you to do, bitch, and I'm telling you that I'm going to fuck you. And if you scream, if you make a lot of noise, I'm going to hurt you. Badly. And mommy and daddy are gonna need a new cub."

Fear consumes me and I whimper loudly, tears forming in my eyes. I'm so scared that I begin to panic, clawing at the ground in a desperate attempt to break free. Above me, Griff laughs at my ineffectual scrambling, then smacks me upside the head sharply. I wince and cry out and the lynx pushes harder into my ass, his thumb digging inside my virgin chute, forcing another cry from my throat.

"Shut up, bitch, or I'm going to gag you. You want me to gag you, Tyler?"

I whine and shake my head, snivelling in the dirt as tears stream down my face. The smell of earth is cloying in my nostrils, and I feel like I'm being choked by the scent. I gasp in deep breaths and try and calm myself, but the shock and fear are too much, and I break down again, whimpering into the ground, muffling my cries.

"Mmm...lets have some fun with you, my little cubslut." The lynx grabs my rump with his other hand and pushes his second thumb into my aching hole. I lift my head as pain explodes in my ass, the lynx using both thumbs to pull my abused rim open. His thumbs are stabbing deep into me, roughly pulling my tailhole open, spreading it wide. The pain is intense and forces me to sob harder.

"Please, Griff, please don't do this," I cry out in desperation.

"Oh please," the lynx snorts, his voice heavy with derision. "This is what sluts like you want! Hah! This is what sluts like you NEED! I'm just giving it to you."

"NO!" I cry out. "Please...please...I don't want this. Please, Griff, please!"

He pulls his thumbs from my ass and I grunt in pain, my tailhole on fire from the rough abuse.

"Are you a virgin, Tyler?" Griff asks, his voice suddenly infused with warmth and compassion.

I nod, my head scuffing the dirt. "Yes. I'm a virgin. Please let me go."

The lynx removes his knee from my back and stands. "Shit, I'm sorry, Tyler. I really thought you were...you know...just having me on with the blowjob only thing." He reaches down, grasps my arms and pulls me up. "Let me help you get dressed. I'm so sorry. I'll...I'll pay you the fifty, and you don't have to do anything for me. I'm so fucking sorry, pup."

I wipe my eyes and look up into his face. He looks miserable, afraid, guilty. His eyes are downcast and sorrowful. He gazes deep into mine and says:"Please, take this."

I look down as his fist slams into my stomach. The breath explodes out of me as I clutch my midrif and fall to the ground, gasping, gulping for air, unable to cry out for lack of oxygen, and tears splash over my cheeks. I hear callous laughter above me and I am forcibly pushed onto my stomach. Griff shoves a hand hard between my shoulder blades, forcing more tears from me and suddenly his entire weight is on me, laying atop me with his hot, rampant cock nestled between my cheeks.

I whimper and writhe under him and he laughs again and grinds against my ass, his cock sliding between my cheeks. "Time to fuck me some virgin boycunt," he grunts into my ears. "I'm going to plough your ass, pup, fill ya with cum and take ya home with me for seconds. You're my bitch now, you got that, cubslut?"

I whimper loudly, tears and snot mixing with the dirt under my my head. "P...please..."

Griff brings the plam of his hand down sharply on my butt and I yelp in pain. "Fucking bitch, I asked you a fucking question. Looks like I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson," he growls menacingly. "It's fucking time, slut," he snarls into my ear, and he shifts on top of me, the tip of his cock pressing rapaciously against my hole. I clench it tight, but I know that I won't be able to hold him off for long. He's going to rape me and I can't stop him.

There are no words to describe the abject horror of rape. The physical pain aside, it's the emotional turmoil that truly deals the most damage. With Griff above me, about to force himself into me, I know I'm too weak to do anything to fight him off. As I lie there, racking my brain for ideas, I see my clothes scattered about.

"Wait!" I cry out. "I'll be your slut, I'll make you believe I want you, but please use a condom!"

He laughs. "No way. I'm barebacking your boycunt."

"Then lube, please, just use lube, I beg you."

"Don't have any, slut," he snarls, and pushes down on me, continuing his assault on my clenched boyhole.

"I have!" I bark. "In my pants. For just in case. Please, I'll be an eager slut for you then."

The lynx pauses, and suddenly climbs off me. He grips my arm in a vicelike grip and drags me carelessly across the ground to my clothes, shoving me at them. I yelp in pain as I land. "Be quick about it," he grunts.

I whimper and nod, sniffling as I rummage through my jeans, finding the small can of mace. It is black, and if held correctly could appear, at a casual glance, to be a bottle of lubricant. I breath a sigh of relief, my heart jumping in my chest as I try to regain enough composure to use it correctly.

"Hurry up," Griff snarls, and I turn to face him. "Let me see that," he snaps, catching a glimpse of the black item in my clenched hand.

I hold it up for his inspection and quickly spray the liquid into his face, aiming for the eyes and, for good measure, sending a spurt at his muzzle. The lynx howls in pain, clutching at his eyes as the chemicals soak into his skin. He starts coughing and gagging and collapses to the ground, clawing at his face in an attempt to rid his face of the cloying, burning liquid, to no avail.

Even though the spray was not directed at me, the scent that hangs in the air makes my eyes start to water and I back away, scooping up my clothes and turning to run from the scene. As I flee through the brush I can still hear him hacking behind me, unable to yell or give chase. I trip several times in my desperate rush to escape, each time panicking and holding my breath, straining my ears for sounds of pursuit, but all I hear is the heavy pounding in my ears. Eventually I stumble onto the path, and I suddenly realize I'm still naked.

I glance up and down the path, to my relief seeing nofur, and I dart across into some brush to pull my tshirt, jeans and shoes back on. I stuff my socks and underpants into my pocket with the mace, figuring that the less I pull on the more time I have to run, and the more distance I can put between myself and the lynx.

I'm panting, sharp pains stabbing into my side, and I stagger. The cramp gets worse the more I run and I'm forced to slow down. My stomach still hurts from where Griff hit me as well. Fortunately the park is close and I walk as fast as I can, throwing fearful glances over my shoulder, wiping my eyes and nose with the back of my hand.

As I leave the woods I pray that nofur sees me. I don't feel like dealing with anyfur right now, and all I want to do is go home. I grab my bike and start cylcing , maintaining constant vigilence around me as I peddle. As the park is about to vanish around a corner I stop and look back, squinting. I can just make out the red mustang, still parked, and breath a sigh of relief.

The trip home is long, as I decide to make many twists and turns through the streets. The last thing I want to do is lead Griff back to my house. Even when I am home and safe in my room I peer out the window, afraid that suddenly a red mustang is going to drive by, or pull up outside my front door.

As I reflect on the woods I start to shake, and once more tears form and fall down my cheeks. I sniff and hurry to the bathroom, stripping down and jumping into the shower. With warm water sluicing through my fur, soothing my skin and washing the dirt and grim from my body, I let myself cry. Even in the warm water I shiver, shock setting in, and I sit down and hold my legs to my chest and shut my eyes, telling myself it's all over, that I'm ok, that I'm safe.

That day I learned that there was no such thing as safe. I had gotten lucky, very, very lucky. Part of it could be put down to the precautions that I had taken, and to quick thinking that had allowed me to escape. But I had been lucky that Griff had chosen to allow my request for lube.

Kyle had tried to warn me, and I had all but ignored his words, fooling myself into believing that I could handle anything, fooling myself into believing a rose-tinted fantasy where I'd have sex and get paid and then go home to spend my gains.

I was a cub, and I had a cub's weaknesses; immaturity, naievety, physical weakness. I had to learn to rise above those limitations if I wanted to continue what I was doing.

For several days after the attack I moped around, stayed offline, didn't practice with my dildo, and Kyle's briefs stayed stashed away. I keep my mind and thoughts averted from anything sexual. Each time I left the house I scoured the streets for signs of the red mustang. I stared at each fur I saw until I was sure it wasn't Griff. Lynxes weren't common around here, but whenever I saw one I jumped and my heart starting pounding and my eyes widened in fear, but each time it wasn't Griff.

Despite my close call, after about a week my mind turned back to sex, and I knew that I couldn't give up becuase something went wrong. I had to learn from that and press forward, and soon I was back on those hidden sites and forums, practicing each night with my silicon cock. I kept the incident with Griff secret from Shay, who was thrilled to see me back online. He had been worried something had happened to me, but I assured him I was fine.

As we chatted about random things, the stag mentioned he was looking forward to his vacation time coming up, and that he was undecided about where to go. There were plenty of places he wanted to visit, but what he said he was really hoping for both startled and shocked me.

Shay wanted to spend his vacation near me. Not only that, but he wanted me to meet his son!

END - for now