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Shattered: Chapter 1

Bad Habits and New Beginnings

Three months later...

The holidays were almost over. Not that anyone took the time to notice the season to begin with anymore. If evidence ever existed of the brotherhood, compassion, warmth and cheer that the yuletide was supposed to stand for, it had all but died by the time the sun set on Christmas day. By nightfall, the tension that hovered in the city air was thicker and heavier than ever before. The magic that winter in New York once held had given way to a collective apathy that strangled the human spirit and snuffed out hope. Even as Christmas decorations slowly vanished to make way for glittery reminders that a new year was quickly approaching, Gotham's mood showed a complete lack of interest.

The weather certainly didn't help matters. The most holiday snow the city had seen was a light dusting on December 20th. The entire region had geared up for a heavily anticipated blizzard, but most areas only got rain and those that did see snow didn't get to enjoy it. The unseasonable temperatures saw to that.

Not that Doug minded. He had more important fish to fry.

"Yeah, Bugs, I understand. Look, it's no big deal. I guess I'll ask one of the other guys down there if they can put me up for a few days... I'll be there in about an hour... thanks. Look, I said It's aiight man... Okay. Bye."

Douglas Kinnely sighed as he snapped his phone closed. Bugs was his best, hell, only real friend in this god-forsaken cesspool of a city and with that door slammed in his face, Doug was fresh out of options. He slipped his paws into his pockets as he walked down

Amsterdam Avenue. "Fuck!" he hissed as he kicked a can, sending it flying in a straight line down the street from him. How could he be so fucking stupid? Hector only wanted him until something better came along and he knew it. He should have seen it coming a mile away from that rat bastard. All the signs were there, and Doug wasn't stupid. Doug kicked the can again as he bit his lower lip and pondered why he was such a sucker for attractive guys that treated him like shit. If he had to guess, he'd lay it at the feet of some deep childhood trauma visited upon him by dear old dad. "Yeah, Like that's a stretch." He muttered as swung his foot to kick the can once more.

The scent of rain was heavy in the air and when the first drop hit his nose, Doug had an answer to the yet unasked question; yes, this day WOULD be getting worse.

Doug laughed bitterly at the cosmic irony of it all as he replayed the events of last few hours in his mind, but the details didn't matter. No matter the circumstances or how broken his heart was, the bottom line remained that, Hector, the latest loser in the long string of losers to inhabit his life had shown his true colours. The bastard and had skipped out on the apartment they shared. Oh, and taking Doug's money wasn't enough, the son of a whore left Doug to hold the bag with their scumbag landlord in the process. Now, the clothes on his back, three bucks and whatever the duffel bag on his shoulder could hold were all Doug had left to his name. And while it wasn't the first time he'd had to start over, it hurt just the same...

It wasn't the first time he'd been hurt, and regretted the decision to come to the Big Apple, but anything was better than the life he'd left behind in Stonewall, Georgia. Almost anything would be. Still, he wanted to believe in Hector, He wanted to believe that this time love was for real and that he could be happy. Doug wanted to believe he was worthy of it. He wanted to believe that he and Hector could be together and that the ugly and hateful words his father beat him down with from the day his mother died would finally be put to rest as the lies Doug hoped they were... He wanted it so bad that he blinded himself to the obvious. No, it wasn't the first time Doug had hitched his star to a sinking ship... and he doubted it would be the last.

It didn't matter, that was all in the past now.

Doug took a sharp breath to cleanse his mind of the memories that were beginning to dominate his thoughts. Dwelling on his past mistakes and the many sins against him, would serve no purpose beyond depressing him further. Since he couldn't change the past, all that left was to him focus on what lay ahead. And with the wind and rain picking up their intensity, what lay ahead was the decision he'd have to make, sooner rather than later. Would it be transportation or sustenance?

Doug walked a few more feet as he thought about his options. On one hand, he was getting wet. On the other, his stomach had begun to growl, reminding him of just how long it had been since he'd eaten. Doug pulled the three crumpled bills from his pocket and sighed. It was one or the other. If he grabbed a bite, it wouldn't be good or very filling and there would be the added bonus of most assuredly being late to work. His feet would hurt, he'd be tired, soaked, and far too irritable to want to grind against some boozed up jerkass for tips. If he took the bus, he'd make it just in time for work, but he'd be starving, just as irritable, but even less inclined to want to entertain the aforementioned jerkass. It was a tough situation. The outcome of both scenarios would see him drunk off his ass, in a fight and likely sick the next morning with the mother of all hangovers. "Maybe if Remy is there tonight..." he muttered as he looked at his watch and chewed the inside of his cheek." Hmmm... 6:30..." he muttered, lost in thought with one foot blindly following the other just as he passed the alley behind the Turner Projects.

"Damn it; wish I could get s-- Urk!"

Two sets of rough paws grabbed and yanked Doug into the alley as he passed and one of the began feeling him up, making reality crash into the wolf's private monologue like a clichéd bull in an equally clichéd china shop. Initially panic made him freeze, but the shock wore off quickly as the wheels in his head began to turn. "Perfect." Doug thought as he struggled against his assailants... "In less than twelve hours my shit-stain ex, runs out on me and steals my cash, that sleaze Newton kicks me to the curb... My best friend leaves me to fend for myself when I need him most... And now, some PUNKS are gonna..." he thought.

"Get yer hand off my DICK, BUDDY!"

Maybe it was Doug's sudden outburst that startled his attackers, perhaps one of them caught the sudden and intense explosion of rage that filled Doug's eyes and spread like wildfire; whatever it was, one of them lost his nerve and that was all the opening Doug needed to fight back. Doug turned his head and snapped his teeth at the lone assailant holding him and as the warm, coppery flavor of blood flowed over his tongue, Doug was sent flying for his trouble. The impact against a brick wall knocked the wind from the wolf's lungs. The thunderous racket that Doug's body made when he landed on the alley's metal trash cans, made a stray housecat hiss and run for cover. It muffled the far more sickening sound of Doug's body hitting the ground below with the echo of an all too light 'splash' as if it were an after thought. Doug tried to force himself to his feet; he tried to shake the damage off, but it was too late. Next there came a savage blow to the ribs which made Doug's weak knees buckle, sending him to the ground once more. The bitten assailant stood off to the side. He was cursing now, but Doug couldn't distinguish anything more than the bastard's angry tone. The actual words were lost in the sound of the rain... and the sound of his blood pounding in his ears. Once again Doug pulled himself to his hands and knees and shook his head to dispel the cobwebs as he tried to stand. Now he saw the first two thugs that grabbed him, one was holding his bitten paw. Then, two more came into the alley.

The light from the avenue behind them made the foursome seem twice as large as they were. Doug swallowed hard as his eyes tried to adjust to the blinding street lights. He moved back slowly, while growling dangerously as a warning. His eyes went slowly from one thug's form to the next as he tried his best to study their faces. The attacker Doug had bitten was a densely muscled lion with a fire-red mane, the second, (the one that let Doug go,) was a ripped stag with neatly trimmed horns. And the last two were bulls, one a rhino and the other a croc. If looks alone could kill, Doug would have been six-feet under by then, but he wouldn't let that faze him. Showing fear was never his style and so he growled louder to back them off, even as they came closer.

The lion seemed to be their leader. He was the first to speak while the others cracked their knuckles and stared at Doug menacingly as if he were the tastiest of prey.

"This fuckin' COCKSUCKER..." roared the lion.

"Thought he could play you, Q" grunted the croc.

"Little cocksleeve bit ya man" chimed the rhino.

"Next time I'll tear out yer fuckin throat, Jizz bag!" Barked Doug, as he backed along the wall, searching for a way out of this with his bones intact, but all he found was a fenced-in corner that was getting too close for comfort.

"Where's Hector, Bitch?" growled Q. "He owes me 50 large, and I want it."

"How the FUCK am I supposed to know?"

The croc pulled out a nasty looking switchblade. "Heh, good, we get to make 'im talk, teach 'im a few MANNERS... carve a reminder inta' dis' Puto's pretty li'l FACE!"

"Razor, DOWN!" Q roared, making the croc step back quickly and retract the knife's blade.

"Sorry Q... I just thou..."

Q smirked, cutting the croc off mid-word. "Just 'cuz we ain't gonna cut 'im up, don't mean we ain't gonna have some fun... 'sides, It's Jacky-Boy's Initiation... "

The lion snapped his fingers and the rhino advanced on Doug quickly, but stopped when the stag stayed behind, frozen in apparent fear.

"What's the matter, Jack?" Q grunted.

The stag took a step back. "I- I don' know if I can do this... I thought we was jus' gonna beat 'im up..."

"Oh... no Jacky-Boi... You want in... This is the price... 'sides, didn' I tell yas we wuz gonna get yur cherry popped tonite? Hold 'im!"

Q snapped his fingers with that last order and the two bulls advanced on the wolf, grabbing him in a standing arm lock on both sides before Doug could react. The wolf squirmed against the might of the two brawny males holding him, and he swallowed hard, thinking to himself... "Not now..."

"Now, Jack, get this tail rasin' bitch naked and we'll get the party started." Q instructed the stag from behind as he bound his wounded paw. His eyes never left their prey. "Gonna make you BEG to tell me where Hector is, Faggot!"

Jack advanced cautiously and once again reached for Doug's crotch. The sweat that rolled off his brow mixed with the rain, and he licked his lips absentmindedly. The stag's hands trembled as he grabbed hold of Doug's belt buckle and began to tug. Jack's eyes moved up from the buckle to Doug's burning orbs. The guy was handsome. Jack didn't want to imagine what such a handsome guy would look like once they were done with him.

Doug kicked the stag in the nuts.

Jack dropped to his knees like a sack of potatoes and Doug kneed him, knocking him out. The croc and rhino double punched his gut and forced him to his knees once again. Doug doubled over as much as he could while being held, but looked up at the lion defiantly.

"Callin me a Tail-Raiser eh? That's Rich! I Ain't the one DYIN' ta get my DICK inta another MAN! I bet'cha that "Q" stands for queer!" He spat while looking directly at the lion.

With Doug held fast, Q leisurely moved in close and delivered a savage blow to Doug's chops, making the wolf's head swim. Once again Doug could only focus on the sound of the rain as his vision went fuzzy. Q grabbed his captive's chin and whispered into his ear.

"That was a mistake bitch... I'm gonna enjoy taking the first installment out of your ass, faggot."

Doug struggled from the lion's hold, breaking away long enough to spit in Q's eye.

"Fuck YOU!" snarled Doug as he tried to head-butt the stunned lion.

Q angrily wiped the spit from his eye and spoke with the deadly iciness of an automaton. "That'll cost you a rib." Q struck Doug once more, the blow made his head spin. Doug tasted blood again, but this time it was his own. Pain raced throughout his body, radiating from the place where Q had placed his boot. He didn't know if a rib was indeed broken, but it sure enough felt that way. The weight of the two holding him combined with the weight of his soaked clothing and fur was a lot to struggle against, and while plain stubbornness would make him struggle against it all, the way he was forced to kneel made breathing increasingly difficult. A sick sense of dread filled the pit of his empty stomach when he heard the sharp sound of Q's zipper opening over the repetitious drone of the raindrops falling all around him.

"Fuckin' wolves... always so damn proud. Even when ya ain't got a pack to back ya up. Now bitch, if ya bite me again, I'mma pull yer fuckin' bitch ass teeth out yo mout' one by one..." Q crooned softly as he pulled his hard cock from the recesses of his pants. The wolf felt a wave of sickness rush through him as the lion thumped his thick, feline shaft against Doug's cold, wet nose...

The high-pitched whine that escaped Doug's muzzle, and the fact that he'd tucked his tail under him as best he could, made the three conscious thugs laugh.

"Looks like th' tough guy is all bitch when it counts, Q!" Chortled Razor.

"Don't fuck him up too much, dude, I got next." growled the rhino.

Q grabbed Doug's jaw and forced the bound wolf's muzzle open. He rubbed his barbed shaft gently, yet firmly down from Doug's nose to his parted lips.

"Now ya gonna be a good boy, and eat all ya dinnah... or no treat." Q intoned as he pulled back, just enough to get the tip of his sex to rest on Doug's lower lip before he thrust his hips inward.

"This is gonna be sooo fuckin' good."

The rain kept falling, and though the city outside that alley was vibrant and alive with all the sound that comes with it being New York, Doug's world had been reduced to a lonely place, The sound of the falling rain, its rhythmic patter set the pace of Doug's breathing as he offered what little resistance he had left in him. He was too far from the street to see any life along the avenue, and if he tried to scream, he would be choked with the full length of the lion's sex. It looked like that was going to happen anyway. He could already sense the heat pouring off his assailant's maleness. Even with all of the falling rain Doug's throat was very dry. It felt as if he had swallowed a jar-full of and sand. The raindrops that fell stung his eyes and he whined again...

"Alright, assholes... That's enough!"

Someone's voice boomed above the rain's rhythmic drone. The sound echoed off the rain slicked walls and the vibrations assaulted Doug's sensitive ears. Q pulled his tool away from Doug's lips and the other two held the wolf tighter. Doug blinked and suddenly he was face to face with the tuft of fur that capped the lion's long tail. And when Q lashed it to and fro, that fur tickled Doug's nose.

There was an exchange, there had to be. Doug was sure of it. Well, almost sure. Not that it made a difference, whatever words were spoken dissolved into the void he himself was falling into. The only sounds that were real for Doug now were the internal sounds of his breathing and heartbeat, wrapped in the white noise that was the falling rain.

Q's massive frame obscured Doug's vision. He couldn't see whatever it was that had distracted Q from the goal of using him as a cocksleeve, but he was thankful for it. Whatever it was had made the other two relax their hold some... maybe he could get away... if he could just focus...

There was a struggle, and then Doug felt a sharp pain in the back of his head... then the brief sensation of falling. Nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity, and then there was darkness... no, not quite...

Before that, there were flashing lights, red and blinding white, and then darkness again... and then... A face... and a beautiful face at that... Doug saw the kind of face that made him forget everything; the kind of face that would make him fall all over again. That was the last thing the wolf saw before the darkness returned to cradle him... along with the sound of the rain.

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