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Bloody Knuckle

[-Taped Up-]

After the incident at Grinny G's place the months flew by. Me and Ronson found ways to support ourselves with odd jobs and such, bouncin' at bars and clubs, short-term bodyguard work, hell even posin for magazines and havin' photo shoots. We were doin well, well enough to maintain and slowly improve Chief's penthouse little by little.

-The Alpenwolfe-

The Alpenwolfe was a run-down but classy night club that Ronnie B and I found that gave high dollar for bouncers. It was just four people (us included) on the payroll so we took home amazing nightly bonuses. It looked promising, and the club's owner was fond of us. He was a fighting fan. So he knew we were good for it, especially when he found that 70/30 wasn't usin coke anymore.

He and I stood on either side of the main entrance and watched the dancers on stage, and there were some good-lookin ladies up there. A vixen (she looked familiar), a flamingo, and a lynx that danced, moaned and touched themselves and each other in a manner that made the straighter guys (and their wallets) drool. The vixen stepped into the audience and walked around, spending a little time with each guy down there. She swayed in her steps, swishing her tail into the guys' faces as they practically shot her with money. And she kept goin, makin her way to the way-back of the place where a croc in a hood and a bouncin knee sat. He took a drink from a glass he had, and the vixen began to grind against him. He made sure not to touch her; I could tell he was starved for some hot foxness. But he didn't deliver on his end; his hands were fidgety and all that but they never went for his wallet. So the lady turned it up, gettin a little raunchy with her tail and her ass in his face. She must'a smelled good, because he closed his eyes and took a deep breath of her presance. But still no money. While the girls on stage kept dancin and all that, she happened to take a gentle hand and slip it down to his crotch where I could guess she made him hard enough to pay close attention. But then she did somethin she shouldn'ta done. When she was sure she had him hot enough to melt, she slipped a hand down his jeans. -Uh-oh..- I tapped Ronson's arm and pointed that way, and our eyes were locked on their position. And then he grabbed her, and I could already hear the murmurs of their conversation.

"You're gonna make me real happy tonight.. Come with me to the bathroom.." The vixen was trying to keep calm, but she couldn't free herself.

"I can't do that, I'm just an entertainer!" she protested, the fear in her voice growing as she struggled. Ronson and I were already on our way.

"Well you got my dicks hard you teasin harlot!" he said, and he shoved her away...where I caught her. Ronson wasn't so polite. The moment the croc let her go, Ronson grabbed his arm and wrenched it behind him by his elbow, and slammed him down onto his table. Then he picked him up and walked him to the door, to where I followed and opened it. Ronnie shoved him out and I followed swiftly, runnin up his back and kickin him into the street to flip back to the door. I landed with the bird flipped and I slammed the door with a smug grin, my tongue low. We turned to look around, and barely anyone noticed, if they cared at all. But the moment the guys turned their attention back to the girls, Ronson grabbed me up snugly from behind, his right arm out a bit so I could see the time. The bar closed in an hour, and we had even less than that for our shift. Fifteen minutes til we hightailed it.

"Ya gonna let me go?" I asked him, and his left hand found (I should say 'returned to') my pair. He rolled them through my shorts, the fabric drawing my breath away as his fingers cupped 'em snugly.

"Want me to let you go now?" he asked, and he snorted over me as he traveled around my neck, givin it little nips and kisses. The more his hand worked, the more of a boner It gave me and he let me go to head back to the bathroom. He whistled twice as he walked, and I followed with the best of me way out front while his ropey tail flicked up and down my crotch, that tuft of hair just as pleasin to the touch as his tongue.

He pushed the door open wide, swaggerin like his nuts were crowned king and I kept close as it swung closed after me. He went right for a stall and opened it, and I nearly emptied the roll of paper towels in preparation. I stuffed the wad into my pocket and headed after him, where I found him sittin on a toilet with his pair in the bowl, his jeans around his hooves. I licked my lips with joy and dove at him, and he caught me before he gave me the first, long awaited kiss of the evening. We held each other, kissing each other deeply while one hand slipped my shorts down and let my tower rest on his abs. I dropped 'em fully and hung 'em off my foot, and he sat me on his legs so our dicks could meet too. And THEY seemed to go at it, droolin with joy as they found each other. Ronson crushed me into his chest and I strangled his sides as I looked him in the eyes.

"You miss me?" he asked with a hand on the small of my back.

"You bet bud." I went in for another kiss when the bathroom boor opened. We froze.

"Ronson, you and Knuckle in here?" It was the boss! SHIT! I grinned, lifted and dropped his potato sac into the cool water. They met with a heavy splash, and Ronson blushed.

"Just takin a dump boss. Be out soon." he said casually.

"Where your buddy?" he asked, and I replied with a couple of bangs on the side of the stall.

"Good. I just wanted to say good job on helping Vanessa out earlier. Your pay is in my office, come see me when you two get out." he said, and as the door closed I dipped my head low to lick both the tips of our dicks. Yeah, I can do that. Ronson's head fell back like I punched him, and I went for more. I grabbed them together and opened my mouth wide to take both of them, but I had a bit more of his before I got to mine. I bobbed slow, swallowing our pre with ease as Ronson's right hand rode my head. He groaned as I rubbed his chest and sucked a little harder. By my own standards it wasn't too bad a feeling, but I guess I blew Ronnie B's mind with something new.

"Give it to me bud, suck it.." he said as he began to buck our dicks into my mouth, frottin against me. THAT was doin it for me, and as we started to really spill our pre I sat up with a gasp. Ronson looked a little sad.

"You're not gonna let me finish Knuckley?" he asked. I grinned and looked around.

"You see a shower around here?" I said, and his ears fluttered in mock disappointment.

After a little more heavy pettin, we decided to clean up and leave before we did somethin we were gonna regret.

***** ***** *****

Ronnie B and I stood before our boss, the manager of The Alpenwolfe. He was a Dire Wolf, a strain of us that I found to be even more rare than my lycanthropy. He seemed scrunched into the room behind his desk, as he was generally a big fella. Along the back of his dark-furred body he had tiny black shards with burning eyes of amber, and he wore a specially fitted suit to keep from wearing holes through it. But he was a nice guy all around, even though he and I didn't talk much. His name was Horus.

"Vanessa wanted me to thank you both, for helping her out with that guy. Its a good thing he had no weapon on him." he said, and Ronson and I laughed a little.

"Nah boss, he wasn't anything to worry about" Ronson said, and Horus nodded as he reached into his desk to pull out a stack of bills that he counted out into two stacks. He put the rest back and pushed the stacks to us.

"Three grand each." he said. Ronson and I dropped out jaws. Fuckin awesome!

"Before you two say anything, I remember what happened to the both of you. Its really a shame neither of you can fight, worse for your loss. So this should help you both out for a while. By the way..." He stood and began to pace.

"There is a mild dinner I'm attending, and I'm extending the invitation to you. Its right up your alley. There are some people in the know about the Underground, and I'm sure you both have reputations that will help you, if you both wish to continue your careers as fighters" he said, and he placed his hands on our shoulders.

"That doesn't mean you're being fired; should you decide to continue working here for me it would mean you have supplemented income" he told us. I looked down at his desk blankly. I was enjoyin life outside the ring. Since I was a part of it, it gave me less than what it took. And what I had, here and now, was easy on my mind. I had a friend, I had a place to live, and a job doin the only thing I was surefire at. But maybe I belonged there.

"Sure thing boss." Ronson assured. I nodded.

***** ***** *****

We slammed the doors to Ronson's trank, and sat a bit to relax out of the cold. It was Fall, or the end of it, and there were dusty brown leaves all over.

"C'mere Knuck..." Ronson patted the padded center console. It was also warmin up, part of the sweet interior. I slid that way in silence, and he slipped my shorts back down. The warmth felt great against my pair. I sighed and leaned back, and Ronnie B started the truck so we could leave.

I've never dook a ride in the buff before. But it was late and pretty dark in the cab of the truck. Every so often Ronson would take a back road, or a left somewhere so we could "ride around", and so he could take a slurp or two of my dick. The heat gave me a pretty good boner I'll tell ya, and the warm air made it even better.

Ronson hit a stop sign, and there was no one around. He put his ride in "park" and turned to me. I knew what he wanted.

"Lay down you fuzzy bastard." I had less than a second to move on my own, as the bull tackled me into the empty seat to my right and attacked my dick, takin hard slurps and smooth licks.

"Couldn't wait could ya?" I panted, and he responded by takin my lowhangers in his mouth. He sucked and tugged, and my eyes rolled back as I tugged his faux-hawk hard in a fist balled tight.

"Yer damn right" he said as he let them pop from his mouth, and they rested on the toasty seat under me in a slowly gatherin pool of his spit. But I smeared my dick between his eyes, and it drooled pre down his face. It drove him wild. He moaned and wiped his face on his palm, licked it, and sucked and gagged on me. I shoved his head down and growled in glee as he crowned me.

"OHfuck man, that's the fuckin SHIT!" he drew from me like he was torturin me for secrets. But DAMMIT! His tongue wormed around on a spot and I yelped in surprise. He stopped, tagged it again. I squirmed. He looked at me, and I shook my head.

"Easy now, Ah don't want ya to drown us in here... Such a nice RI-" Ronson swallowed me down in one motion and trapped his tongue against that spot. I could only twitch with my tongue in a puddle near my face, and he started tickling under my nuts with a finger, slowly tracin around my bullseye. With a finger he dabbed up some stray fluid and slowly found his way in. He worked in more and pegged a spot with the tip of it by tellin me to "come closer".

"Itain'tcominyet!" I gasped, but I slid closer to him and that spot against his tongue burned. I could feel my pre rocket out harder and harder. I could feel him swallow all of it with hard gulps, and his finger still told me to "come closer". I did, and he took one long slurp to the top. And big sweet Ronnie took it too, lightly chewin it as he let me check his tonsils. That spot against his tongue itched, he jabbed that spot in me with his finger and I howled from it all as I shot myself unconscious in his mouth.

***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****

I woke up with big plastic bags on my crotch. I looked over and saw Ronson eatin a burger. A veggie-pattie by the way it smelled. I punched him in the shoulder.

"Ow! The fuck man?" he complained. I bared my teeth at him a bit.

"Why didn't you tell me you could do that before?" He shrugged.

"I just found that spot Knucky. I didn't know YOU were so sensitive!" he smiled, and chuckled after as I pouted. Shortly after, we pulled in to the garage at the hotel and got out. I carried the bags. Any little bit of training helps.

We got to the elevator and punched 'P'. The doors closed after we got in; the place was smellin good! My stomach growled and I looked at the bags, their smell tellin me what I had was all MINE.

"You not eatin Ronnie?" He shrugged.

"This is my last one." he said with a big bite of it.

The elevator got to our floor and opened, and I was the first to see the fate of our home. At the very end of the hallway our door was marked off with yellow light-tape. Ronson must'a been as shocked as I was, because he was silent too.

I suddenly had a feelin that we might have dodged a cruel bullet.

I tore down the projectors and looked inside. The floor was burned through in big spots, and there wasn't a trace of anything else otherwise. Except a tv near the window, on an unscathed wooden table. The screen lit up to display a simple room, and in it a single light above. It also had an empty chair, which was soon filled with a white rat in a business suit. He cleared his throat.

"Knuckle and Ronson... I hope this means I have your attention. There is a bit of a problem between my family and you two. Wanna know what it is? I'll give you both a moment to think." he said as he sat there. Ronnie B and I looked at each other and shrugged as the rat continued.

"Because of the fighter you killed KNUCKLE, it created a deficit within our funds that has grown faster than we could control it. How is this your fault? Simple. We bet on him, and he couldn't show up to fight for us when it mattered most. So you owe us. A lot. Our family's accountant estimates you owe us about four-hundred grand. To cover what we lost, and what we had to drop into it to stabilize it. Now here is the simple part. The fighter's worth at the time was ninety-seven thousand dollars, the rest was what we lost subsequently." He folded his hands in his lap and crossed his legs. Ronson and I were silent.

"Failure to pay will be met with zero tolerance. If you flee, we will find you. You will then be punished, and we will still require payment from you unfortunately. By the way... Did you leave something on the stove?" THAT little quip caught me by the neck and squeezed. But my anger surged a lot faster than I expected, and I found myself trembling. Ronson put a hand on my shoulder and gripped. It was met at first with hostility on my part, but it helped to calm me down.

The video was over. So the bull and I walked in defeat back to the elevator, and pressed the call button.

***** ***** *****

So for now, because of a chain of events I unleashed, Chief wouldn't be able to rest in peace.

Fuck this.

After we had been driving and I had eaten my fill of by then tasteless food, I had an idea.

"Hey... Take us back to work." I said.