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I met him at a gay bar on a Saturday night. I was drinking and chatting with the bartender when he sat down next to me. I looked at him. He looked back with a smile. I shyly smiled as I looked down. He was an incredibly huge lion with a scary 6'11 tall body full of muscles. I was just a mere 4'9 skinny skunk. I got hit on constantly on the bars. It's really flattering. I had fun a few times with them on the bathroom or in their place. The night before, for example, I got laid with a lusitano horse. Don't even ask me his name. I always play it safe though. No condom, no fuck, that's my personal rule and I will never change it.

"Hey there, cute guy." He said to me.

"H-Hi."

"What's your name?"

"Ian."

"Mine is Josh, nice to meet you buddy."

"Nice to meet you too, big guy." My heart was pounding so hard. It was going to be my first time with a guy his size. "So, you live here in New York?" He asked with his arm over my shoulder.

"Y-yeah... You?"

"In front of the Central Park."

"Oh, good! Must be cool to live there."

"Oh, it's amazing. But there's something missing though."

"And what's that?"

"Well, you know..." He pulled my head closer to his chest and whispered on my ear. "...Someone to share the bed with me." I got hard instantly.

"...No condoms, no fucking." I whispered in his ear. He grinned as he pulled a condom from his pocket. "Good kitty..." I gave him a short and passionate kiss. "Take me to your car."

We left the bar hand in hand as he took me to his car. It was so silly. A giant lion holding hands with a tiny skunk. I looked like an adopted 7-year-old son. I walked into his car smiling at him. As we put on our seat belts, I turned on the CD player. Plowing Into the Field of Love by Iceage. The first song, On My Fingers, started to play. "Oh my fucking God, I fucking love this song!"

"Hehe, I'm glad to see you have good taste." And like two silly guys going on a date, we screamed our lungs out on the chorus.

"COME HERE AND BALAAAAANNNNNCE, ON MY FINGEEEEEERS. THEY WILL BE HERE FOR YOUUUUUU, WHEN IT'S ALL YOU HAVE LEFT. IIIIIIIIIIIII ALWAYS LIED TO YOU, DID YOUUUU NNNNOT KNNNOW? AAAAAAAAND I'LL PUT YOU IN MANACLES, DOESSNNN'T IT SHOW. LITTLE BIRD LAHAAAAAND ON MY FINGEEEEEERS. I WILL PLACCCE A SSSTONE OOOON EACH OF YOUR HOSTILE WINGS. CAAAAAAAAAAAAAN YOU TRANSCEND MY FORCE IN YOUR BROKEN ALLUUURE. FLEEEEEEEE IN MY SHACKLES, I'LL BE COMING AFTER YOUUUUUUU." Our semi drunk voices made our performances even better.

We got to his place while the fourth song, Glassy Eyed, Dormant And Veiled, was playing. "DON'T THINK I HEAR YOU COMING HOME, BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYY!!!! HAHAHAHA! Oh God, I'm a terrible singer." He said.

"Hehe, you're not worse than me though."

"Nah, you did alright."

"That's because I'm drunk, and anyone can do alright when singing post-punk in a drunken voice."

"HAHAHAHAHA! You're so right! Anyways, let's get to the elevator before it closes." He took me to his apartment on the 7th floor. It was a pretty small apartment, but fancy anyways. It had a living room with a flat TV, a desk with a computer next to the window, the kitchen and a small bedroom with a double bed, another flat TV and a door leading to the bathroom. All that in one room. And of course, there was the windows with a nice view of the Central Park. So there I was, with a hot ass lion with a very rich bank account. I couldn't have asked for anything better.

"Wow! Do you sell meth or something? This is some fancy ass apartment!"

"Hehehehe, actually I'm a businessman. I own a couple of clothing stores around the state and a few in New Jersey."

"Really? What's the name of the store?"

"Savannah."

"Oh, I always go shopping on your store!"

"Oh, a costumer eh? Well thanks buddy, your money helped me to get this place over here." He said stroking my hair.

"Well, I'm very glad to shop at your stores then, because I loved this place." I hugged him and started stroking his package. Because of the size difference, my head was resting on his muscular belly, while his hard dick was very close to my face. I stroked him as I licked my lips and looked up to him with lustful eyes. I started unzipping his pants. "You know, there's an advantage of being small."

"Oh yeah? *moan* And what's that?" He asked as his pants fell down to the ground.

"Well it's just that..." I took his boxer off, revealing his almost 9 inch cock throbbing right on my face. "...I don't need to kneel down to suck you." He gave me a playful grin.

I grabbed his dick and jerked it off, letting go a nice stream of pre. "Well well well, someone is ready to fuck." I licked all of the pre from his penis. I licked the giant body while looking up to him with my eyes half closed with pleasure. I licked and sucked his huge balls. I could hear him moaning a bit harder. I licked my way up to the head. Without wasting any time, I just swallow his big cock as deep as I could. I had some practice on it already, so I could fit his cock inside me until the throat with no problem. His moans made me hard as well. I slowly started to bob my head back and forth while grabbing the base of his dick. He grabbed my hair to make sure I wouldn't let go. Anytime I tried to take his dick off my mouth, he would just push my head down.

We started slowly. Slow and very deep thrusts. I started fondling his balls. He was really into it. I could hear from his moans. I took of my pants and started jerking off. Heh, my penis was half of his penis' size. Well, I guess having a 9 inch cock jabbed deep into my throat is also great.

He started thrusting his dick into my mouth. Deeper and a little faster than we were doing. I loved every second of it. By far the best blowjob of my life. I jerked my penis off faster. He got too excited and started fucking my mouth faster, holding my head with both of his hands. I couldn't help myself but jizz all over his legs. But he wasn't done with me yet. I held his legs tightly as he thrust into my throat. After about 10 minutes, he finally started to thrust as fast as he could. Heh, I don't know how he didn't broke my jaw that day. "YOU BETTER BE READY BABY, 'CAUSE I'M GONNA CUM!!!" And then I felt it. He gave a last couple of fast thrusts and came directly into my throat. It must have been five squirts of jizz he blew down to my stomach. He took his penis out, and to my luck it was still hard.

"Now, would you give me some anal pleasure with this thing over here?" I said poking his dick.

"Hehehe... let's head to the bed first."

He took the condom from the pocket of his pants and led me to his king size bed. We took off our remaining clothes as I got on top of the bed and bent over to him. He knelt down behind me, placing his already-wrapped-in-a-condom cock between my buttcheeks. "You better be ready baby, because I'm pretty big."

"Oh don't worry about it, kitty. I already took guys your size before."

"Heh, alright then, here I go." He gave me a very slow and deep thrust that completely filled my anus. I swear I could feel the tip of the condom touching my intestine. His thrust felt like heaven. It wasn't only the best deep throat of my life, it was also the best anal sex I had in my life. I fell in love for him the moment I felt his cock back and forth inside me. My long tail was wrapped around his abs. His big hands were holding me by my sides. His dominant personality started to show up. He pressed my body against the bed as he started to fuck me a little harder. In all those times we fucked together, he NEVER went bottom to me. He hated the idea of being dominated by someone, especially someone half of his size.

He loved to dominated me on the bed. He loved to make me feel completely powerless, unable to go anywhere. He used to lock my head with chokes, pin me down on the floor or wall, pin my hands against me while pressing my body against the fridge. And did I ever complained about that? Absolutely not! I was a top once in my life. I hated it. I don't know, it just felt weird, and it didn't helped the fact that my partner was a bull almost Josh's size.

It wasn't every time that he would dominate me or exert physical contact on me. When we did quickies on the kitchen, he almost never touched me. Sometimes just his hand on my hips or grabbing my tail, but most of the times the only physical contact would be between his dick and my anus.

Our first time, however, was very different. Just like I mentioned, he was pressing my skinny body against his king sized bed while thrusting me hard. "Moan for me." He ordered.

"AHN! AHN! AHN! AHHNNN!"

"Yeahhhh, like that baby..." He started pounding my ass even faster. He grabbed my right arm, pinning it down against the bed.

"AHN! AHN! FUCK ME HARDER PLEASE! AHNNNNNN!!! AND FASTER! AS FAST AS YOU CAN! AHNNNNNNN!!!"

"AS YOU WISH, BABY!"

He fucked my ass like no other guy fucked me before. He was so fucking brutal. The whole bed shook while he pounded my ass in an insane speed and strength. I felt his teeth on my neck. I felt like I was a zebra getting eaten alive by a lion in the wild. He gave the last couple of thrusts, the last one while burying my face one the sheets with his hand, as he blew an absurd amount of load into the condom. He took his dick off, exhausted, as he collapsed beside me. I was even more exhausted than he was. He cuddled me for about a minute as we both slowly recovered our breaths.

"Phew! Wow, that was an AMAZING fuck." He said.

"Hah! Yeah, no kidding. You were awesome, kitty."

"*sigh* Can you please stop calling me kitty? It doesn't really fit me, you know?"

"Haha, whatever you say, kitty." I said turning my head to him.

He grinned. "I'm serious Ian, you're playing with fire over here." He joked.

"Ooooh, I'm so scared of you!"

"Yeah you better be..." We gave a long and caring kiss. I was smiling like a kid inside Willy Wonka's factory.

"I love you, kitty."

"Love you too, baby. So, shower?"

"You think I'm gonna refuse?" He smiled at me. We both got off the bed and headed to the shower.

I was behind him, helping him to clean up his tail, when I got my first confirmation that he wasn't a bottom type. My fingers were covered in soap, so I decided to, you know, clean up inside his chamber. He stopped me as soon as he felt my fingers going in. "Woah woah woah woah! H-Hey umm... I'm sorry, I should have mentioned it earlier, but I don't really like to be penetrated, in fact I really hate it. So, I'm really sorry but, can you not do this kind of stuff to me?"

"Oh, of course! Sorry about that. Don't worry stud, I hate being the top anyways. But I'm glad that you're sharing this with me, it's important to have this kind of conversation if we gonna have a serious relationship."

"Oh yeah, I wanted to ask you about that. Wanna be my boyfriend?"

"I would love to be your boyfriend, kitty."

"*giggles* Thanks... stinky."

"Hey!"

"Hehehe, just kidding. Oh yeah, and there's one more thing I would like to ask you."

"What's that?"

"Wanna move in?"

"*gasp* Umm... Y-yeah! I would love that!" I hugged my newest boyfriend from behind.

"Hehehe, I'm glad to hear that. Just give me a date and I'll help you out with your stuf..."

"Tomorrow."

"Oh! Don't wanna waste any time, eh?"

"Why would I? Oh, this is so great! I'm moving in with my hot boyfriend AND moving closer to my workplace at the same time!"

"You work around here?"

"I teach Math at that private school next to that Presbyterian church."

"Oh, I know the one. That's great! Does your students know?"

"That I'm gay? Yeah, and they're totally fine with that."

"Oh, thank God! I would hate to be between you and your work."

"Awww, don't worry about that, hot stuff. Anyways, second round before sleeping?"

"I would love that."

"I'll top this time."

"Ian..."

"*giggles* Just kidding!"

On the next day, I took my breakfast at his place before he took me to mine to get my stuff. I said goodbye to my neighbors and moved on into a new part of my life.

On the first couple of months, we were just like those cliche gay couples you see on those gay rights campaign ads. Holding hands and kissing at the park, going out to eat, meeting each others parents, cuddling on the bed while watching horror movies. And there was also the naughty part of the relationship that I mentioned earlier. We fucked every single day on our first month, then we started to gradually slow down our pace as the months passed.

He was the most loving and caring person in the world. He used to give me flowers, chocolate boxes, wine bottles, anal beads... Our relationship seemed to be going on the right track. Until the 8th month.

As our sex was slowly turning into a small portion of our relationship, he began to become a more bitter man. I first noticed that when he found my underwear laying on the living room floor.

"*sigh* Babe, can you please not?"

"What?" He showed me my underwear. "Oh, that?"

"Yeah, this. Can you please not?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. perfectionist, I'll be more careful next time." I joked.

"*sigh* I'm serious baby, I don't like this kind of stuff." I noticed he wasn't joking around.

"Um.. okay umm, I'll be more careful next time baby, I'm sorry."

"It's okay..." He went to the bathroom without even looking at me.

The arguments started to get worse at the 9th month. We would argue about the most stupid things, and not just civil friendly arguments, they were very bitter and angry arguments filled with name callings and yelling. "I DON'T WANNA GO TO BED WITH THE PHILOSOPHY TEACHER, OKAY? YOU CAN STOP BEING SO FUCKING PARANOID RIGHT NOW!" This was our most common argument. He was an EXTREMELY possessive and jealous guy. Sum that up with a huge lion full of muscles and the temper of a fucking toddler and you have the most dangerous kind of man in the world.

On the 10th month, he finally snapped. It was a Sunday afternoon. I just got home from the supermarket. He was at the couch watching television. "Got my beer?" He asked.

"Yeah, and also those snacks you like."

"Good, thanks babe."

"No problem. Say umm... we really need to talk, okay? Your temper is getting waaaay out of control, you know? It's starting to get..."

"What the fuck is this?"

"...What?"

"*sigh* You know I fucking hate Heineken baby."

"Ummm... no I don't, because you never fucking told me, in fact there's a lot of things that you don't tell me about yourself, for example..."

"No no no no no! Don't fucking change the subject! *sigh* Baby, can you NOT buy this crap for me, please?"

"Well, how about you go FUCKING BUY YOUR OWN FUCKING BEER THEN?"

"Don't raise your voice to me baby..."

"OR WHAT? OR YOU'LL FUCKING BEAT ME UP?"

"I'm warning you baby, you don't wanna see me lose it!"

"You know what? I'm fucking sick of this shit! Will you fucking drink this beer or what?"

"I told you I hate this crap!"

"Well, I hate being with you but you don't see me walking away do you?"

"*sigh* I'm starting to lose my FUCKING PATIENCE HERE, IAN!"

"Well, I already lost mine long time ago..." I opened up a bottle and started drinking. "So, what the fuck am I supposed to do with all this shit then?"

"I don't fucking know! Drink it yourself!"

"You know what? I have a better idea." In a moment of anger, I opened up another bottle and poured the beer all over the kitchen's floor. "Here, you don't want this shit, right? You don't fucking want this shit, right? So there you go! THERE YOU FUCKING GO! ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW???? YOU FUCKER!!!" I yelled as I threw the bottle on the floor.

He crossed his arms and looked at me. His eyes read pure hatred. "...You done? Now clean this shit up."

"I'm not cleaning shit!" He walked towards me. "Back the fuck away!"

"Clean this fucking mess!"

"NO!"

"I SAID CLEAN THIS FUCKING MESS, YOU FAGGOT!" My blood went straight to my head. I slapped him in the face. Big mistake. He snapped and grabbed me by the neck, slamming me against the wall. My eyes went wide open in shock. "Don't you EVER fucking slap me in the face again, you hear me? This is MY fucking place, you hear me? And I am the strongest guy here, so you'll NOT tell me what I should or should not do. If you ever feel like slapping me in my face again then you better arrange your fucking funeral beforehand, 'cause I'm gonna fucking kill you. YOU HEAR ME?? I. FUCKING. OWN YOU!!!" He yelled pointing his finger at me. I was completely shocked. Shocked and scared and couldn't properly breathe because of his hand on my neck. When he let go of me, I started gasping. My lungs were begging for air. I looked up to him and he was also shocked. He regretted what he did immediately. "...I-I'm sorry."

He tried to hug me. I stopped him. "Don't fucking touch me!"

"...Please, baby."

"I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING BABY!!! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!" I walked to the bathroom with tears in my eyes. "AND I'M NOT CLEANING THAT SHIT UP, YOU HEAR ME??? *sniff*" I said before slamming the door.

I cried in the bathroom for a couple of minutes. I was ashamed of myself. Ashamed of what my life had turned into. I was angry at the person I used to love. I didn't knew what to do. Part of me wanted to stay with him, but a bigger part wanted to leave but couldn't do that, because I was scared of him going after me, and because this part of me still loved him. I heard the door knocking.

"*knock* *knock* *knock* Baby? Please, open up the door."

"SO YOU CAN BEAT ME UP??"

"*sigh* I'm sorry about that, okay? I just... I couldn't hold myself, okay? That was a complete mistake, I shouldn't have snapped like that."

"Please get away from me you monster!"

"Baby, please I just wanna talk to you! I'm not gonna hurt you ever again, okay? I promise." I suppose I couldn't stay inside that bathroom forever, so I opened up the door. His arms were open, ready to give me a hug. "Come here..." We hugged each as I cried my eyes out.

"You fucking scared me, you know? *sob*"

"Shhhh, i'm sorry babe, I'm sorry. Here, let's sit on the bed." We sat down as I placed my head on his chest and let my last couple of tears flow down my face.

"*sniff* We really need to talk, okay? I'm scared of you, Josh. You're just so violent with me sometimes. I'm scared that you'll do something to me."

"Shhhh, don't even think of that, okay? I told you, that was fucking stupid of me. I'll work this out, okay? I'll be better, I promise you."

"*sniff* Okay..."

"I'll clean up that mess on the kitchen, you stay right here."

"I'll help you out."

"No no no no no! Stay here baby, please. It's okay I'll take care of that, don't worry. *smooch* I love you."

"...Love you too."

Well, if you know guys like him then you probably know that he didn't do jack shit to improve. At the first couple of weeks after the blow out, he was a god damn sweetheart with me. But then he came back to be the aggressive son of a bitch he were prior to the fight. On the day of our anniversary, he snapped again. He was mad at me because he thought a friend of mine from the bar was fucking me.

"FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME HE'S NOT FUCKING ME!!! But I wish he was! I FUCKING WISH HE WAS!!! BECAUSE HE'S A LOT MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU'LL EVER BE!!!!" He clenched his fists before turning around and punching me in the face. I fell down on the ground, almost losing conscience. I covered my nose with my hand and felt blood. I looked up and saw his his emotionless face. It was like he just crushed a bug or something like that.

"...Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that, you faggot. Things will be different for now on. It's MY WAY or NO WAY. You don't like it then too fucking bad."

"I'll leave you."

"And I'll fucking kill you if you do that. I'll kill you and whoever's giving you shelter. I OWN you, okay? You're MINE! So if you're planing to leave me, make sure you hide from me very well, 'cause I'll fucking destroy you."

"...Baby, please..."

"NO! DON'T FUCKING 'BABY' ME! THERE'S NO MORE BABY! I'M DONE BEING KIND TO YOU!! YOU WANNA BE ACT LIKE A SASSY BITCH TO ME? THEN FINE, I'M GONNA TREAT YOU LIKE ONE!"

"...You finally showed your face, didn't you?"

He looked at me with an angry face. "...The fuck you just said to me?"

"...I'm sorry." I looked down, scared.

"Do you have a fucking death wish?"

"I'm sorry!" He gave me a kick in the stomach that made me lift a few inches from the ground. "ARGHH!!! PLEASE, DON'T HIT ME AGAIN!!!" He jumped on the ground and stated giving me punches in my stomach. I couldn't do anything. He was twice as big and twice as stronger than me. I just stood there, pinned down on the ground while the lion who once loved me give me fast and very painful punches in the stomach. I cried. I begged him to stop. I cried for help. After two minutes of beatings, he finally stopped. He just looked at me while I cried on the floor like a baby. I hated him. But I hated myself even more. I hated myself for loving such a despicable man.

"...Apologize to me."

"*sob* I'm sorry Josh, I'm so sorry! *whimper*"

"Stop fucking crying or I'll beat you up again." I stopped. "Now, what you're going to say if people ask you about your nose?"

"...I tripped and fell with my face on the sink."

"Good. Now go make my lunch. And if you make me rare steaks I'm gonna beat you up again."

That month was the worst I had in my life. He would beat me up for anything. Because I gave him rare steaks. Because I left the toilet seat up. Because I forgot to buy his beers. Because he was mad that the Knicks lost. He would snap on me for any bullshit reason. I felt like shit. My life was a living hell. But I stayed with him. I'm such a worthless faggot. I stayed with him, hoping that he would become a better person. Part of me still love him, even though he's such a hateful man.

After 15 months together, I finally reached my limit. It was a Tuesday morning. I was away from work because of my depression. I woke up feeling something inside me. I realized Josh was on top of me, fucking my ass. "Josh, please, I don't want this..."

"But I do, so just shut up and let me finish."

"I'm serious honey, get off of me."

"If you want me to stop just get me off... Oh wait, you can't! You're a weak little skunk, remember?"

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!!"

He slapped me in the face. "I'm beating you up after we're done."

"NO! NO!! PLEASE DON'T!!!"

"*sigh* One more fucking chance, okay??" He proceeded to fuck me without my consent. Rape. I can't fucking believe it. He was a horrible person, but I would never thought he would go that far. "Oh by the way, I'm fucking you bareback. So I'm really sorry if I'm breaking your precious 'no condoms, no fucking' rule."

He had his right hand holding my neck to show dominance. And to squeeze it tight if I tried to do something. After that punch in my face he would never please me sexually again. He would never jerk me off on the shower, he would never fuck me gently, he just cared about him, about HIS pleasure. He didn't even cared if he was hurting me or not. Why would he care? He beats me up constantly, why would he care if he's hurting me in bed as well? That time it wasn't different. He fucked me hard and fast for about two minutes, until he blew his load inside me.

"*pant* *pant* There, wasn't so bad, was it? Now, I don't want you to give me that attitude again, you hear me? If I wanna fuck you, I WILL fuck you! Understand?"

"...Yes."

"Good. Now go make me my fucking breakfast."

I went to the kitchen and made his favorite breakfast. Scrambled eggs and orange juice. I gave it to him and went to the living room to watch TV. After he was done with his food, he took the dish and glass to the sink. He sat down beside me putting his arm around my neck. "Grey's Anatomy? I told you I hate this faggy shit." He changed it to the sports channel. "Much better."

"...That was rape back there, you know."

"I know. When I told I own your ass I really meant it. Speaking of which, I think I'm up for a second round." That was it. I wasn't gonna put up with that shit anymore.

"You're not fucking touching me again."

"*sigh* You really wanna start this..."

"I am NOT letting you fucking TOUCH ME again!!"

"Don't you fucking raise your voice to me you fag..."

"OR ELSE WHAT???" I stood up, angry. "OR YOU'LL FUCKING KILL ME??? TRUST ME, YOU'LL BE DOING A HUGE FUCKING FAVOR TO ME, 'CAUSE I CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE!!!"

"Okay, that's enough!" I ran to the kitchen as he ran after me. I quickly grabbed a kitchen knife. "Hahahahaha! That's really fucking cute, honey."

"I'm fucking leaving you, and you're not doing SHIT, YOU HEAR ME?????"

He crossed his arms. "...If you wanna leave me, you'll have to kill me."

"Don't fucking mess with me you fuck!"

"You don't have the guts to kill someone. You're not a real man."

"AND YOU ARE???? PICKING ON A GUY HALF YOUR SIZE, NOW YOU ARE A FUCKING GENTLEMAN AREN'T YOU????"

"*sigh* Just give me the knife, please!"

"FUCK YOU!!!"

"...Give me the knife, baby."

"Don't you fucking 'baby' me! FAG!"

"Please baby, I'm not gonna hurt you okay? I promise you."

"...*sniff* Please don't hurt me anymore..."

"Shhhh... I'm not hurting you anymore, okay? Please give me this." He took the knife and tossed it to the sink, giving me a hug afterwards. "It's okay babe, it's okay. I'm sorry." I felt his arms wrapping around me, then he lifted me several inches from the ground. I felt a huge squeeze that almost broke my backbones. He tricked me into a bear hug. "You will fucking pay for this." He said to me while I gasped for air. He took me to the bed still squeezing me. The pain was just too much. I wanted to scream but there was barely any air left inside my lungs. He tossed me to the bed like I was nothing and jumped on top of me afterwards. "You wanna act like a faggot? Then I'll give you the treatment you deserve." While I was recovering my breath, he jabbed his entire dick inside me.

"NGGGHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!!!! HELP ME!!! HE'S RAPING ME!!!! HE'S RA-" He picked up his underwear and used it to gag me. The he fucked me. As merciless as he could be. First giving me long, deep and hard thrusts. Then, after two minutes, he gave the fastest thrusts he could ever give. I just cried in pain, unable to scream. Unable to do anything. The last couple of thrusts were fucking brutal. He almost broke the bed. He buried his dick inside me and filled my ass with his seed.

While he panted, he took off the underwear from my mouth. Now he could hear my crying loud and clear. "*sigh* You brought this on yourself, you know? I wouldn't have done that if you just behave with me." He said to me while getting off the bed.

"...Fucking disgusting pig..." He heard that.

"...The fuck you just called me?"

I panicked. I looked at him with merciful eyes and backwards ears. "P-Please, baby...." I started crying again.

He crossed his arms looking at me. Whenever he did that I knew that I was about to get beaten up. "Get off the bed."

I get off the bed and ran to him, kneeling down in front of him. "PLEASE BABY! PLEASE I'M SO SORRY!!! I'M BEGGING YOU, DON'T HIT ME AGAIN! PLEASE... *intense sobbing*" I was practically bowing down to him. It was so fucking humiliating. There I was, kneeling down with my face on his shoe, crying my eyes out. Needless to say, he wasn't going to be gentle with me.

"Get up."

"...P-Please..."

"You gonna get up and I'm gonna punch you in the face. If you don't get up, I'll break your neck." I got up slowly with my legs trembling. He grabbed my neck with one hand and got the other ready to punch. I closed my eyes. I felt the punch on my nose. I fell down on my ass. My nose was broken again. He only hits me in the face in the most extreme cases. He doesn't want to leave much marks so that the people wouldn't question me. While I was on the ground, he kicked me like I was an old soccer ball. I was agonizing in pain when I felt the last kick on my face. I blacked out.

I woke up on the bed beside him. I was determined to leave him. I got up with making any noise, trying not to wake him up. I picked up a suitcase and put it everything I had on it. I noticed he was awake when I was ready to leave.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yes I am." He tried to approach me. "I'll fucking call the police if you do anything."

"*sigh* And we're exactly are you going? Your parents live in Montana and you don't have a place on your on."

"I'm going to Shinji's place."

"That grey wolf from the bar? Heh, of course he was fucking you behind my back."

"*sigh* There's your fucking paranoia again. No, he's not fucking me, he's just a friend."

"*sigh* Can we just talk about this..." He grabbed my arm.

"LET GO OF ME!!"

There's his angry look on his face again. "...FINE!! YOU WANNA LEAVE? THERE, FUCKING LEAVE!!! JUST DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME???"

"You don't have to worry about that, 'cause I will NEVER see your face again!!" I slammed the door to his apartment. I took the elevator and walked off, never once returning to that place.

I took a taxi to the gay bar I usually hang out. There, I found Shinji talking to some friends. Shinji was a grey wolf born in Nagasaki. He came to America with his parents when he was 3 years old. He was almost as big as Josh. He noticed my beaten up face and the suitcase. "Ian? Um, guys wait here for a second." He approached me. "Ian? Jesus Christ, what happened to you? That fucking lion didn't do anything to you, did he?" I just looked down in silence. "*sigh* What did he do to you?"

"...He beat me up. And forced me to have sex with him."

Shinji clenched his fists. "That fucking coward... *sigh* You need a place to stay?" I nodded. "Okay. You can stay at my place as long as you have to."

"T-thanks... I hope I'm not going to be a bother."

"Oh, please. Of course you won't be a bother! And it's not like you have anywhere else to go, right?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Then it's settled. Come one, I'll take you there right now." He said goodbye to his friends and we left the bar, heading to his car. He drove me to his house. It was a little bigger than Josh's apartment. It had two bathrooms and two bedrooms instead of one of each and the living room and the kitchen were a little bigger.

"You wanna take a shower before going to bed?"

"S-sure."

"Are you sure you don't wanna call the police? Or go to the hospital?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I don't think he's gonna mess with me again."

"Okay. The bathroom is over there in my room, please make yourself at home."

I took my suitcase to his room and grabbed some new underwear before walking into the shower. I washed myself off, and I'm not talking only about my body. I washed all the fear and anger from my mind. For the first time in months I had peace.

I walked off the bathroom only to find Shinji completely naked, laying on the bed. He was watching television. "Oh, you're out. I hope you don't mind, but I like to stay completely naked inside my place."

"Oh please Shinji, this is your house, you don't need to ask me that."

"Yeah but... I have a guest today."

I smiled. "It's okay, I don't mind."

"Okay. But please Ian, if I'm doing something you're not liking or that's offending you, please let me know."

"I'll do that, don't worry... Umm, Shinji?"

"Yeah?"

"...Can I lay down on the bed with you?" I said blushing.

"Sure, hop in." I got on the bed and laid down close to him. He held me closer to him with his right arm. We smiled at each other. I rested my head on his chest as he caressed my fur in a loving way. "Comfortable?"

"A lot."

"*giggles* Good..." I started caressing his muscles. He placed his left hand on top of mine, caressing it gently. I felt a couple of kisses on top of my head. The feeling was great. He positioned himself, laying down sideways, as he gave me a tight embrace. I was buried on his muscles. I felt some tighter squeezes on my back. The gentle caress was slowly building up to lust. I felt his hand reaching my ass. I didn't wanted to do anything with him, but after Josh raping me I was too scared to say no to him. I was scared that he was going to snap on me too.

He gently pushed my body so I could face up to the ceiling. He reached my penis and started jerking me off. He looked at my face lustfully. He raised my head, putting his arm under it and moved his head closer, giving me a gentle kiss in the cheek. I started to feel his tongue licking my face. I didn't wanted that. Not that night. I started wincing. He noticed. "...Are you okay? I won't do anything to you if you don't want it."

"....I'm... it's okay, I... I want this..." I started building up tears.

"*sigh* Please Ian, you don't need to lie to me. If you don't want this I won't force you."

I started crying. "*sniff* I don't want this... *sob* I don't want this... *weeping*"

"It's okay Ian..." He got my body sideways again and hugged me tightly. "Shhh... It's okay Ian, it's okay. I'm not Josh, okay? I'm not him."

"*sob* Please promise you'll never hurt me."

"I will NEVER in my life do anything to hurt you, okay? It's a promise."

"*sob* I still love him... *sniff*"

"Shhh... it's okay Ian, I understand."

"I'm so fucking pathetic..."

"No, no! Don't ever say that to yourself! You're an amazing person, Ian. Nothing that ever happened between you and Josh is your fault."

"*sniff* He will change someday, he have to.. *sob* He have to..." I gave a few deep breaths, calming myself down. He let go of me and looked at my face, wiping the tears off of it.

"Better?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Look Ian, let me teach you something about guys like Josh. They will NEVER change. Ever. He will get a new guy and if he's small like you he will start abusing him too. He doesn't love you Ian. I know you still love him, that's completely normal, and you'll learn to get over your feelings for him overtime, but HE doesn't love you. If he did, he would never do anything that would hurt you intentionally. He was just interested in having sex with you. He just wanted to feel dominant, and he was using you to do that, because he's a pathetic, insecure coward. You don't need him Ian, HE needs someone like you. But I promise you something, I will NEVER let him hurt you again, or anyone for that matter. I love you. I want you to be my lover, Ian."

"I... Jesus Christ Shinji, I don't hear someone saying that to me since forever...." I hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Shinji. And I wanna be yours too." He gave me a smooch on the head and snuggled me. We didn't said anything afterwards, just closed our eyes and went to sleep.

And so, I started my new life with him. It was just like when I started with Josh, except that Shinji wouldn't become a monster after a while. After five happy years together, he proposed to me. Obviously, I said yes.

We spend our honeymoon in Paris. We were staying on a fancy five stars hotel. It was our second night of trip when I came up with a proposition. "I wanna try something different today."

"Okay. *kiss*"

"Something that... *kiss* we never did before. *kiss*"

"I'm listening."

"...I wanna top you."

"...You... you said you hated being the top."

"Well... I only topped a guy once in my life and I was like, 19 or something. Maybe it will work out with you."

"...Okay."

He gave me a condom and bent over to me on the bed, facing his ass to me. "Ready?"

I put the condom on my penis. "Yeah, I'm going in." I slowly started to penetrate him. My dick isn't exactly big like I mentioned earlier, but he enjoyed it anyways. And so did I! For some reason, it didn't felt weird to fuck Shinji. Maybe my problem wasn't with being a top, it was the previous guy that I topped. I didn't loved him the way I love Shinji. Or maybe it was because I gain a lot more confidence in all those years with him.

Heh, it was really silly. A 4'9 skunk pounding a 6'8 wolf. But it felt great nonetheless. And because my dick was small I could literally put it all inside Shinji. I could feel my balls touching his. He moaned with pleasure as he gripped his pillow tight. I reached his dick and started jerking him off. I started giving stronger thrusts. As a result of that, I started jerking him off harder. His moans got a bit louder. Eventually he started to jerk himself off, so my hands were free to grab his big ass. I started thrusting harder. "Ngh! Ngh! Babe... Ngh! I wanna... Ngh! Top you now... Ngh! If you... Ngh! Don't mind... Ngh!"

"*pant* Of course I don't mind, doggy." I got my dick off him and laid down on the bed beside him, facing up. He got another condom and put it on, getting on top of me.

"I'm going in, baby."

"I'm ready." He started penetrating me. He started with semi fast thrusts, going hard and deep as his dick was halfway through. I grabbed his arms and moaned intensely. "*moan* You're soooo big..." I jerked off while he started to jab his dick faster inside me. Eventually, after a lot of stimulus, my prostate gave up and triggered my load. I took off the condom while Shinji was still pounding me. He started to go in really fast. I pressed my hands against his chest while he fucked me as fast as he could. "RRRRRRAAAAAAAAARGHHHHH!!!!!!" He gave me the last couple of thrusts, the last one going as deep as he could without actually hurting me, coming inside the condom.

"*pant* *pant* *pant* Oooooh, my husband..." I said, snuggling his sweaty body.

He gave me a kiss on my head. "I love you Ian."

"Love you too, Shinji."

He caressed my face as we both smile. "We gonna have a lot of years ahead of us." He said.

"Yeah, let's enjoy every second of our life together." I said while he smiled at me. We proceeded to kiss with passion as we laid down on the bed. That night, we had a second time in the shower.

Two years passed since I got married to him. I was 40 years old. He was 43. We were watching TV when we heard the door knock. "I'll get it." I said.

I walked to the door and opened up. I was completely shocked with what I saw at the other side. Josh. Pointing a pistol at me. "Get in." He said.

"P-please, Josh..."

"I said get in." We got inside.

"Who is it bab... what the fuck is he doing here?"

"...So you were really fucking my boyfriend, weren't you?" He said pointing a gun at Shinji.

"STOP!! If you wanna hurt me, that's fine, but leave him out of this!"

"IAN, DON'T!!!"

"Leave him out of this? It's because of him that you left me!"

"No, I left you because you're a fucking monster!"

"Heh, yeah... Always putting the blame on me."

"How the fuck did you even found this house anyways?"

"I saw you at the supermarket the other day, then I tailed your ass over here. Remember that I told you that I would kill you and anyone who were giving you shelter? Well, here I am."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!!" I said, trying to cover my giant husband with my skinny body.

He pointed the gun at Shinji's head. "...If you have anything to say to Ian, say it fast."

I started crying. "...Ian, I.. I lov... *BANG*" He shot him right between the eyes before he could say anything.

"...Too late." I looked behind and I saw my husband's corpse on the couch. His mouth was opened and his eyes lifeless. He had a bullet hole on his forehead in which there was still blood flowing. The right side of the couch was covered in blood. There was a pool of blood forming on the floor.

"....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" I hugged Shinji's corpse and cried like I never cried before. I cried for two minutes straight. I just couldn't believe it. The man of my life was lying dead on our couch, murdered by the same monster who almost ruined my life before I got together with Shinji.

I felt a gun on my head. "Get up." I was completely emotionless at that point. A huge part of me died with Shinji. I got up, noticing that he had his dick out. "Let's end this just the way we started." I didn't cared anymore. I just put his dick on my mouth and started sucking. I sucked it fast because I just wanted to finish that quickly. Just like our first time, he grabbed my head and started to thrust hard. He didn't took too long to cum, about 2 minutes I think. He took his dick off. "Look at me." I looked. "Open wide." He put his gun inside my mouth. "It's your fault that he's dead, you know? Don't worry, you'll meet him in hell real soon. *BANG*" My body fell down on the sofa, on Shinji's waist, then I slid down to the ground, where my blood meet up with my husband's.

Josh started to shake his hands in panic. He sat down in front of the TV and covered his face as he realized what just happened. "...Oh God... What have I done... Oh my God, I'm so sorry Ian..." He started crying. He cried for a couple of seconds, then looked at our dead corpses. He pointed the gun at his own head. "....I'm coming to meet you guys... *BANG*"

He wasn't, though. We went to a good place after we died. We didn't had any reason to go to hell, or any bad place some people go after they die. Of course, I did some naughty stuff to a lot of guys when I was alive, but at the end I found the right one and hooked up to him. Maybe all those months I spent with Josh served as some sort of divine punishment? I doubt it. The fact is, I am living a very happy afterlife with Kenji. Unlike Josh, of course. He's gonna spend a lot of years suffering. He didn't only took the lives of two innocent people, he committed the worst crime someone could ever commit. He took his own life. An act of cowardice he committed because he didn't wanted to face the lethal injections. I hope he can find peace one day.

Someone heard all the shots and called the police. They came across three dead bodies, each of them with bullet holes on the head, the third one with a gun on his right hand and his dick out. The police understood right away what happened. Crime of passion. Murder and rape of one of or both victims. There was nothing they could do except take the bodies to the morgue and call the families. There was no sentence to declare. He already decreed ours. And his. May God rest your soul, Josh. No person in the world deserves to suffer.

THE END

So yeah, that's the end of this story. I hate to be a moralistic fag, but I think you guys could understand the message on this story, right? Abusive relationships could happen with anyone. The first thing you need to know about your abusive partner is that he/she will NOT get better with time, in fact he/she will become ever worse. If he/she hits you for the first time, he/she WILL hit you again unless you do something. If you're in an abusive relationship, please contact your friends and family and, most importantly, the police. Get away from him/her as soon as he/she starts getting violent.

With that said, thank you for reading and I'll see you on my next story! ;)