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The colt looked down at the pistol dumbly, as if he didn't know what it was. I just stood, waiting. He shook all over, snot coming from his nostrils as the tears abated. He pointed the gun at me but it shook so much he might well hit the wall if he ever pulled the trigger.

"You bastard..."

"Yes."

"I want to hurt you..."

"I know. Do it then, at least you will recover..."

"I cant. I'm a loser...just like Dad..."

"You aren't like your Dad Mikey. You can trust me on that one...or maybe you are like who he was before it all went to shit; the colt I fell in love with."

"Is that what you do to the ones you love?"

"It is when you are so dead inside there is no light left."

"You want to die Brad?"

"A part of me does, yes. A part of me wants to live. And a part of me has too much left to do in too little time to worry too much."

"Still bringing my Dad in then?"

"You will have to trust me Mikey, if you don't want to shoot me. Look in my eyes and trust me."

"Trust you? You?"

"Yes. I know what I am doing Mikey. I know how to play this to the end, in a way that will make sure you are ok. You don't; this is not a world you know, and not one you want to know. You will have to trust me. Your Dad would...he knows as well as me."

"You owe me! You owe me...anything. You owe me my life, you owe me my Dad's life, you owe me you piece of shit."

"Then pull the trigger, or trust me."

His eyes bulged, and he tilted his head a little, tears welling up. He couldn't look straight ahead, but sort of to the side, his head dropping to the carpet before looking again, then down to the carpet. The pistol wavered then dropped.

"You fucking asshole cunt. I hate you. I hate you so much for what you did, and for making me like you then hate you. I hate Dad so much for not being there when I needed a Dad and then dropping me in this shit. Most of all I hate myself for wanting you, and not being able to kill you..."

"I know kid. I know. Let it out then."

I pulled my knife, cutting the ties around the colt's wrists and ankles. He cringed when he saw the blade, then relaxed when he saw what I was doing, and shook his hands to restore full circulation, rubbing the raw marks on his wrists. I put the knife down and waited; he looked up, muzzle transfigured in a scowl that bared his teeth.

"Asshole!"

He dropped the gun, and colt fists flew, connecting with my muzzle. I went down a little dazed, though he hadn't hit that hard. He kept hitting, a flurry of blows that bruised but did not damage. I didn't fight back. Then he pulled my ears and led me to the bed. I lay down, in a warm patch of stallion seed...the kid had cum under my fucking in spite of himself.

His eyes were wild, and I knew what he wanted. If that was what he wanted, I would give it to him.

The colt pushed me on my front, spreading my legs as I gritted my teeth, his hand gripping my ankle. Then I felt him release his grip and fall to the floor, his expression lost.

"I want it...and I want to hurt you...but I can't...I can't..."

I sat on the floor next to him, holding his head against my chest and stroking his mane.

"Its ok kid. I know...I...I was once...I know, ok? You are better than me...you are better than anyone I know. You aren't a loser, you are the strong one."

I kissed his forehead, then down his neck. He flinched at first, but then relaxed, and I continued, down his chest, across to his nipple. I suckled his nub gently, waiting for any sign of protest, then licked across his beautiful chest to the other one. His pattern almost unmanned me; it was so close to Woz's, I could almost trace the same spots as I had when I first made love with my stallion.

This was not Woz though; and I had to be gentle, and bring him back from the edge if I could.

"Do you want me Mikey?"

"I...yes..."

I continued the kisses and licks, down his chest, tracing the line of his sternum, then down his belly. Just like Woz he had a little trail of coarser fur from between his pecs to his groin, a perfect trail to follow, and I did. My pointed tongue lapped out his belly button and finally he sighed, long and ragged, and his sheath lips twitched, also just like Woz. Then I saw his stallionhood emerge, hesitant at first, the flare wide and pink, cum still dripping from the tip.

Bending my muzzle to him, I let my tongue pass over his cock head in one long savouring lick while the colt nickered his approval. I delved between his sheath and his cock shaft, tasting his sweet cum still warm and fresh, than back to his hardening horsehood, deep throating his thick cock and winning a long moan from the colt. My paws gently cupped his heavy sac, rolling those stallion's prides in their velvet bag and making his flare twitch in my muzzle. His moans turned to deep groans, and his hips moved, thrusting up to drive his cock deep into my muzzle. I pulled back enough to avoid choking and took him to the medial, then beyond, tasting the musk of stallion sheathlips on my tongue.

Before it could go any further, I pulled off him while he looked on quizzically, and reached down to his paw. One heave pulled him to his hooves, and I pushed him to sit on the side of the bed.

"Undress me colt."

His fingers moved, pulling at my jacket, then my shirt, then my belt without actually removing anything, before he gave a sort of guilty grin and started again. His smile gave me back a part of my soul then; enough to finish what I had to.

Finally, his fingers worked, taking off my jacket and shirt, then pulling down my pants and briefs awkwardly, the fabric catching on my footpaws before he finally got them free. His eyes were wide, but his cock was still hard, and I lay down on the bed now beside him, letting him touch and fondle, and get used to the feel of mature wolf against him.

I worked our bodies until I was straddling him, the colt laid out flat on his back. He had a moment of fear then but I kissed him softly and he relented, while I reached back to stroke his cock, long and hot and eager just as I remembered...pink and black mottled, wide head, tapered in the middle then thickening at the sheath. Perfect. With experienced touch, I adjusted my position, and guided the throbbing horsecock to my pucker. No lube, no preparation. If it hurt, it was what I deserved and more.

The thick head stuck tight, and I opened my pucker as best I could while the colt stared at me entranced. Then I grunted once, and pushed down until I felt my hole blossom wide and take the tip of his cock only, the thick ridge of flesh rasping on the entrance to my tunnel. Once I was sure I had him, I looked down.

"Now Mikey...push up, as hard as you like...I'm yours colt..."

His paws moved slow, gripping my shoulders, then running down my flanks until he gripped my hips. His expression was blank at first, then I saw it; lust, anger, hate, mischief...and a grin.

His hips thrust hard, slapping into my ass. I howled, biting my lips to hold it in but not able, my tunnel ripped and spread wide by a brutal invasion of horsecock. I kept my eyes on his, as he did on me. I nodded, once, and he pulled back, a satisfied grunt coming from his muzzle.

Then he thrust again, even harder, using his grip on my hips to pull me down and impaling me on his length. I felt him inside, so deep, right in my bowels. I howled again, a long wolf howl, but not of pain, or at least not only pain. I was his bitch now, and my stallion was claiming me. Precum spurted on his belly, while my cock throbbed painfully, the knot swelling under an assault from his stallionhood that scraped my prostate raw.

"You fucking like this don't you."

"Yes!"

"Do you wish it was Woz?"

"No...I want you, dammit...harder..."

He gritted his teeth and pulled back, sandpapering my ravished pucker on the way out then ramming home again, the hardest yet. I collapsed forward onto his chest, my muzzle over his, and kissed. I tasted blood, mine; the colt bit my lips and ate my muzzle hungrily.

Then he fucked, pounding my tailhole. I felt each thrust, all the way into my bowels and out again, taking away the pain in my soul and replacing it with a burn in my tunnel. Even after his first cum I doubted he would last, and I was right. Suddenly his thrusts became erratic, short uneven jabs, and he whinnied as I felt my depths filling with warm stallion seed. I kissed through his orgasm, feeling the rapid slap of his tail against my balls, my stallion flagging hard under the influence of his first cum inside a guy. I had taken his cherry, twice. For good or bad, I was in his dreams for eternity. I only hoped I wasn't in his nightmares too.

We held, the colt still buried in my ass, and looking into each other's eyes. There was more life there now, but also more questions. I knew I would have to give him something; I would just have to be careful how much I gave him.

"So tell me about my Dad and you."

"Is that your payment colt?"

"Part of it."

I flexed my ass, massaging his cock and making him shudder, but to his credit he didn't start thrusting, he just locked his paws round my shoulders and pulled me tighter. This one would make a formidable opponent one day. I hoped to whatever God may look down on this Godforsaken planet that day never came.

"I was a Specialist, young for the rank too, and I was assigned your Dad as a buck private straight from basic. He was so wet behind the ears, but so sexy all the same. I was his mentor, sort of buddy, but I fell for him straight away. Everything about him made me go crazy, I'd never fallen like that before."

"He was straight though, or at least that's what he said. I kind of gave up on anything happening, and fucked with some of my buddies when I could. Although being gay was a crime in the army, there were plenty of gay guys around and you knew who you could trust."

"Then one day we were on R&R together, three days leave. We decided to get a motel room, enjoy the city together. When we got back to the room though, drunk and horny, it happened. He begged me to suck him off, and I had wanted it so much, I did it without a moment's hesitation. After that, we were sort of lovers. We never fucked, but we slept together whenever we could, and I swallowed a lot of stallion cum. We were a happy couple for years, everyone knew, no one minded. I got to Sergeant, your Dad to Corporal. I knew he fucked girls, and I didn't mind. I had part of him, that was enough."

"So what went wrong?"

"Fallujah. That's what went wrong. Our unit got posted there, attached to the first marine division, and it was a nightmare. Part of the Sunni triangle, and a centre for the insurgency. Operation Al Fajr; it was a dirty little war, and this was one of the dirtiest parts."

"So...did you get injured or something?"

"No. Not like that. Something happened...something I think your Dad should be the one to tell you about. It drove a wedge between us, when I thought nothing ever could. Then one day, he came into the supply building, and found me getting it from a marine sergeant. I had known the guy for years, we were kind of fuck buddies. I didn't think Woz would get jealous, after all he banged women all the time."

"But next thing I know, he gets in the MP's and I'm in the shit. I didnt think...well, it surprised me. I still wonder why. I couldnt see it just being jealousy,and what we both saw..well, I always wondered if it played a part. They let the marine off, thankfully. He was a good guy, and didn't deserve it. I got the can. With a DD on your record, your life is shit. No pension, no prospects, and no one will hire you. Normally someone like me could get jobs as a merc, private contracting, security. Nothing worked, and I was sleeping in my car about to off myself when Max got hold of me."

"Who's Max and why does he want my Dad?"

"Max is...Max. Not someone you want to know about kid. I've only met him once in person, when I was recruited. I didn't know your Dad was working for him too until sometime after. We were sent together to do a job; I saw him for the first time in years then."

"What do you do though?"

I sighed, ruffling his mane.

"Another of the things your dad should be the one to tell you kid."

"He's not coming. He would have rung by now."

I had to smile at that. Oh colt, if only you knew.

"He will Mikey. Trust me."

"But..."

I put one finger over his lips then, stilling any more questions.

"Soon enough kid. For now though, I want more, if you do. I have your education to complete, and as your Dad can tell you, I'm the best teacher there is. First though, some preparation."

I pulled away from him, letting his long horsehood slide from my ass with a painful pop. I could feel liquid on the back of my scrotum, horse seed and probably blood. My anus cried out for some soothing, but it could wait. For now, I had things to do.

"I'm heading to the bathroom for a sec...don't go anywhere."

Once safely inside, I looked at the phone I had palmed on the way. The colt's phone...I checked through the listings and sure enough, "DAD" was one of the entries. I bought it on screen while I rummaged through my kit, finding what I was looking for. I always took a small bottle of lube for emergencies; at least this time would be a lot smoother.

Returning to the apartment, I found the colt laid out with a sort of half lidded look of contentment, lazily stroking his cock. Woz looked just like that waiting for his blowjob in the morning, the resemblance was almost uncanny and made me do a doubletake. I shook my head and continued though, showing the colt the bottle in my paws.

"Lesson one of anal kid. Lube...like American Express, don't leave home without it."

That got him giggling, and the giggle painfully reminded me he was young enough to be my son. He was going to make this harder too, in more ways than one.

"Brad I...I want you to take me, good this time. I want to know what it's like."

"Mikey, I'm not sure you will want that, you are probably kind of torn up and..."

"I don't care. You said you'd be my teacher right? You owe me, and this is what I want."

I looked at him, hoping to see some uncertainty, but there was none. Sighing, I opened the bottle, handing it to the colt. He might as well learn it all. While he was busy, I put his phone by the bed, the mic set to maximum but speaker volume set to zero, and dialled. It would broadcast perfectly, but not transmit any sounds into the apartment. To Woz, it would sound like it had dialled by accident, or the colt had managed to get his fingers on it just enough to dial but couldn't speak for fear of giving the game away. Meanwhile, he would get to hear me and his son. He could also get a partial location fix. Of the many things I had to do, this one was the hardest, but it had to be.

Mike did a passable job, smothering my cock and swelling knot in a generous portion of lube. My wolfcock glistened, and I saw his staring at my knot. Here was one stallion who seemed destined to spend some time on the receiving end of canines; I knew that look.

"Now colt, lie down on your front for me."

The colt obeyed, looking at me with amorous eyes, his tail swishing slowly. I climbed on the bed between his legs, spreading them gently with my paws. His crevice was beautiful, black velvet, all the way from his dock, down over his pucker and long smooth taint to the taut skin of his scrotum. I wanted that; I would happily worship it till the end of time. For tonight though, I had lessons to give.

First I gingerly worked his pucker. It was still bleeding a little, and leaking cum, and I worked one finger only into him, lubing the colt's ass and soothing the pain. Then I bent to him and nuzzled, nudging his scrotum with my snout, playing with those big juicy foal makers. Something told me they wouldn't be making many foals.

Finally, I brought my tongue into play, licking his damaged tailhole until he no longer cared, and his taint, and suckling his balls, all the while making sure he wanted more. He did, lots more, and he wasn't shy about telling me too.

When I took hold of his left leg, raising it a little towards his chest, he looked back hungrily.

"Just opening you up a bit colt. This will make it easier to enter...and more pleasurable when I do."

True to my word, I took him slow, easing inside one small bit at a time. He moaned all the while, occasionally hissing when a new thrust hurt his sore donut, but I slowed again before moving into him, all the while stroking his butt and jacking his long dripping cock.

When I finally bottomed out, I could feel the heat of his insides all round me, and the heat of his muzzle on mine when I lent over and kissed. We moved together, his noises soft then loud then soft again as he panted with exertion and I sped up. I was close; so was he, his cock drooling into my palm.

"Fuck! Brad...B...Brad.....do that thing again...with your knot..."

"Tie you?"

"Please!"

"No it will hurt too much..."

"Please! Tie me Brad, I want you all!"

I kissed him, hard, our muzzles joined, then thrust hard, harder than before. It almost worked, and his whole body shuddered, and I pounded again, then again, as his hole gradually opened then suddenly I made it inside, his poor abused pucker opening reluctantly to take my knot as he cried out into my kiss. It didn't take many more half thrusts of my knotted cock to bring us both off, and I lay on him panting while my colt's ass quivered round my flesh.

I hated what I had done, wondering if I had done him more damage than the first time. Not physically, but in his heart. Showing the colt how to make love and be made love to was not the most merciful thing I could have done; more to atone for, when the time came.

While we rested I turned off the phone. I pulled the colt into an embrace, feeling him slack in my arms. He would be sleepy, stress, sex, fear all combining to sap his energy. I wanted him to sleep now, and so I held him and cuddled. He wanted to talk first though, even sleepily.

"Do you miss the army?"

"I miss parts of it. The excitement, the sense of being alive when you are in danger. Some guys enjoy that, me included. Most won't admit it if they do. I also miss the camaraderie; it's a special thing being in a unit. Nothing like it exists in the civilian world."

"What about the danger? Aren't you afraid of being killed?"

"Yes, everyone is. But I'm more afraid of just fading out Mike, like a light dimmed till there's nothing there. That's worse, to me. When my time comes, I want it to be with my head held high, and my eyes wide open. With any luck, my last words will be "Fuck you!".

That made him giggle again.

"Fuck you! That's famous last words then. Hey, come to think of it, that was the last thing I said to the principal at school!"

"Well, looks like you are on the right track Mike. Keep it up."

"What about..."

"Shhh...time for you to get some sleep. I have to go out for a bit, some errands to run. I promise to come back with some food."

"Cool! I want pizza."

"Pizza it is. Now sleep colt."

I pulled the covers over him, and he was soon snoring like a chainsaw. I managed a soft smile as I watched. So innocent when he slept, and so carefree. What I had done to him...what I was going to do to him made me hate myself even more. Not long though. Not long.

Slipping on my clothes, I made one small adjustment. Finding the spot in the lining of my jacket, I attacked it with my knife blade, popping a credit card from its hiding place. I sped down the stairs, knowing I probably had a little while, but not wanting to take too many chances. I had many things to do and not much time to do them.

I drove to a laneway behind the bar nearby, opening the garage I had noted before. It was empty, apart from a few boxes of random booze. Rodrigo didn't have a car at the moment. He could hide my Avis rental for a while.

Heading into the bar, I gave Rodrigo a carefree wave before signalling for my usual. He nodded solemly before dispensing the soda water into a cut crystal glass. I liked the small touches.

"Good to see you again Dennis."

"Thanks Rodrigo. Hey, I have a few favours to ask mate."

"Name it my friend."

"Well, first, I need a large order of booze, to be delivered to my room."

I saw his surprise then. It took him a moment to react.

"Err...of course Dennis but...well, I assumed you were teetoatler. In fact, I assumed you were a reformed drinker."

"I am Rodrigo. I've been dry since 2010."

"That is a shame then..."

"Don't worry. I'm not drinking it."

"Ahhh, well then I am glad."

"I would like to pay for it, but not have it delivered yet. I will write down my apartment number, its just across the street."

"Of course...but..."

"And here is the credit card. Make it two vodka, two gin, one whisky please."

"Dennis...this card..."

"I know Rodrigo...that's part of the favour."

"I suspected...you did not look like a Dennis."

"Maybe. Its as good an alias as any."

"And the other part of the favour?"

"Not long after I pay for the booze, you will get a call. He will ask about me; describe me exactly. Then, sometime soon after that, you will get a visit from a guy. He will be a stallion, Appaloosa, cropped mane, scar over his left cheek. He will probably claim to be a friend. Tell him that you saw me leave just five minutes ago, and I said I was heading to a meeting. Also tell him that he can take my order across if he likes, as he is a friend of mine."

Rodrigo nodded, slowly, all the while looking into my eyes.

"Dennis..."

"Brad will do Rodrigo. You might as well use my real name."

"Brad...this is a lot you ask..."

"I know Rodrigo. All I can ask is that you trust me."

Five hundred in cash sealed the deal.

I watched Rodrigo swipe the card slowly, signing for the booze and walking from the bar. I had a couple of calls to make fast, and then it would be on. I managed a detour via the registration desk, before heading up the stairs and back to the apartment.

The kid was still snoring, and I smiled watching him for a moment. He would probably never be that happy again. Without waking him, I walked to the bed, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey!"

"Hey."

"No pizza yet. Next trip."

"It's ok...my Dad...he hasn't..."

"No, no call yet Mike."

He looked on the verge of tears then.

"You said he would come. You said you knew him. You lied."

"No colt."

Before he could react, still sleepy, I slipped the cuffs onto his wrists, then attached them to the bedpost. He would be contained, for now.

"Hey! What the fuck...?"

"I need you compliant again Mikey."

"I thought you said I could trust you!"

"Yes. I know."

"Whats this then? My Dad isn't coming, so why fucking cuff me like this?"

"Because he is coming."

"I don't understand you bastard!"

"Mike, I said I know your dad. I knew he would do everything he could to find you. I also knew, he wouldn't call. Your Dad knows, the only way he can protect you and guarantee your safety is if the next meeting is on his terms. If he calls and comes to a meeting, he thinks I will just bag him and you and hand you both to Max. Or at least, he can't know I won't."

"So?"

"So, he needs the next meeting to be on his terms. He has access to a variety of people still, and a variety of techniques, even on the run, and he has his own skills. He was one of the best, remember. The answer to the riddle is for him to find us without him doing it on my terms; that way, he can overpower me before I know he is there, and run with you. Head to Mexico, wherever. Either way, he needs to find me without me knowing he has found me."

"I still don't understand."

"And, precious colt, the only way I know this ends well for me, is to let him find me. But on my terms. My way. Without him knowing, that I know. Without him realising he has been trapped. He is good my Woz, but not that good. He needed help. So I have been laying breadcrumbs; and you are the biggest of them all. You will draw him to me, and hopefully the way I have done it, he will not know he has been played. Unfortunately, when he uses the sources he has, he will be out in the open as far as Max is concerned. He has been keeping a watch in case Woz makes contact with them. So, once he does, we are committed. Either I take him, or Max gets to him soon anyway. If he comes fast though, and I expect him to for you, then I can disarm him before we end up with another fucking standoff like last time."

Realisation dawned on the colt, and he began to struggle. I had something else for him; a nice gag for his muzzle, and I put it on tight while he stared at me with hatred.

"I know colt. You wont understand, not yet. But it's my job. And I'm going to do it well."

Using some rope from my pack, I tied the struggling colt fully now, spreadeagled on the bed. He would look nice and convincing when Woz came in.

Then I headed for the next unit, number 24, to wait. I had rented the second apartment along with the first from the start to avoid any pesky nieghbours, using cash, and I had rigged a hidden cam in the stairwell. I believed you could never be too paranoid sometimes. It had always been possible he would come for me, if he found out Max had sent me to get him. The best defense was a good offense, another of my lessons to Woz. Once Woz came to the door of 23, he would be mine.