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Alright, so, with this chapter, this story comes to a close. Does that mean you'll never hear of Brandon, Jake, Kyle, and the rest of the crew again? It's hard to say right now, but if people really want more then I'll probably end up writing more. But, not for a while though. I need to get some shorter stories out of my head first before I start another long epic like this series has become. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it, and thanks for reading!

Chapter 05 - Forclosure of a Dream

The ride home was... bearable. While I got to sit on my favorite supporting cushion for the drive, Brandon decided to lay himself down across the back seat as he tried not to put too much pressure on his sore rear end. Now, normally I would've yelled at him for not having his seatbelt on in that position, but, for this one time, I decided I could make a slight exception. He'd been through quite a lot in the past hour or so, and I didn't think that pushing him any harder was going to be worth it. So, I just let him relax for a change as I drove us both straight back home.

Jill had stopped waiting on the front porch after the first day, but as soon as Brandon and I managed to stumble on in through the door she was on us like a lioness going in for an easy kill. But, when Brandon yelped out in pain from the firm hug she gave him, Jill quickly backed off and gave him a tender little rub on his side and his cheek with her paw - just like any concerned mother would've. She had known what was going to happen before we had gone off that morning, but still... Now that she saw the shape Brandon was in, the reality quickly began to set in on her face.

She was a flurry of worried questions after that - asking Brandon (and me too) just what had happened and how badly the two horses had beat us up. We answered off what we could as we both continued to stand there wearily - not minding the standing much because it simply hurt less than doing anything else at that point. Jill quickly ran off to get us some pain pills once she had gotten a good earful of what she wanted to hear, but with the amount of damage we both had done to our bodies there was little that they could do to help us - at least at first. Answering Jill's questions had kept both of our minds off the pain however. Well, at least slightly off the pain. With the amount of blood vessels broken in my ass cheeks, it's amazing that I could handle it at all really. The same went for Brandon too as he simply stood there and rocked back and forth from paw to paw - talking whenever he got the chance to help take his mind off the feeling of his burning rump.

Eventually though, Jill ran out of questions as she went off to start a nice dinner for the three of us... and to make Brandon another shot of strong tea to try and sooth his sore throat. Both Brandon and I had the same idea for what we wanted to do after Jill was done with us, and it was only a short amount of time before Brandon was spread out wide on his bed and I was spread out wide on the couch - both of us trying not to put much pressure on our rear ends as we channel surfed our way into a bored stupor. We both hoped that the mindless entertainment of the television set would help our minds forget about the pain we were in, but, as I had learned over the years, the only thing that would help the pain go away was time...

By the time dinner was ready, we were both aching pretty bad. This was the point where our bodies realized that they were actually injured, and they were trying everything they could to fix the problems - even if that meant causing us a very sore, throbbing pain in the process. We took some more pain medicine before dinner, but neither of us sat at the table as we ate. We simply held the plates in our paws as we struggled to stand and eat at the same time - our bodies even refusing to bend over at the table to eat for any substantial period of time.

After the meal it was time for both of us to go back to one of the only activities we could do easily: watching TV. Jill stopped by each of us every now and then as well just to comfort us and to help us relax. Although, when it came to getting the full, in-depth scoop of what happened at the shoot, she came solely to me. At that point my mind still hadn't let what actually happened really sink in, and it was too busy with the pain I was feeling to care that much about getting all the details out anyway. I knew I'd be feeling like this after I let Kyle talk me into doing this last scene, but I just hoped it was worth it. Fighting against every fatherly instinct I had, I allowed my son to be knowingly subjected to such a rough treatment just so he could learn that this wasn't the best business to be in at all, even if it could be considered "easy" work for "decent" money. But, even though he was hurting now, the real test for him was going to be tomorrow morning along with the day when I finally got our paychecks for the shoot. Those two things would really be Brandon's main influences when it came to making another movie. I was prepared for both of them myself, but, hopefully they'd be enough to break Brandon's spirit. He seemed like he was seriously doubting himself now as we both showered after the scene, and I just needed a final blow or two in order to knock his confidence all the way down. It was a rough way to think, I know, but my son had put himself in this position. I had tried every other way I could think of to keep him out of the porn business, and if this didn't work then I was simply out of ideas. This was my last stand.

The next morning went just as expected really. Jill woke up when our alarm went off at six, and I could barely move a muscle without it hurting somewhere as I struggled to shut the damn thing up. As Jill walked out of the room to go and wake up Brandon, I reminded her that she needed to be firm in making him go to school this morning. That was a big part of his deal. He wasn't allowed to miss school because of the shoot, and he had agreed to these terms before I ever drove him down to the studio. I knew how bad he was going to be hurting... even worse than I was right now for sure. But, hopefully this would be the final nail in the coffin for him and his porn career. Not only was the scene hard enough, but now he had to deal with the aftermath of it while spending an entire day at school... sitting in hard plastic chairs... with his sore bottom. I felt bad for him - I honestly did. Even I don't think I ever had to go through something that rough after such a scene. But, it was really the only way left to convince him that this industry wasn't all fun and games. So, as I turned back over and quickly began to fall back asleep, I felt a strange mix of confidence that I was doing the right thing for Brandon, but a heavy dose of sympathy for him as well.

I woke up in the afternoon to the welcome sight of some pain pills on the dresser next to the bed - which I quickly swallowed down before struggling to get my aching body up and onto both of my foot paws. I wobbled slowly out of the bedroom to see Jill sitting in my spot on the sofa, lazily surfing the same TV channels that I usually did.

"Brandon?" I mumbled out to her as I continued my uncomfortable walk to the bathroom.

"It wasn't easy," she lazily said back, "but he's at school now. He was in pretty bad shape this morning, and it was really tough for me to send him off to school like that, but, he knew I wasn't going to take no for an answer."

"Good," I mumbled tiredly as I shuffled into the bathroom to get myself ready for the trip back down to the studio. Kyle always appreciated my help when it came to editing everything together, and this movie was no exception. But, as I got down there and began to watch through the scenes, it was almost surreal to see Brandon up on the screen getting all sorts of naughty things done to him from every angle imaginable. A part of my mind simply couldn't get passed the fact that my son was actually getting raped by a horny wolf, or topping a gigantic bear, or kissing his father as two large horses screwed both of us from behind. The other part of me however, working from all the experience I've had doing this sort of thing in the past, simply played it off as just another teen lion and got busy picking the best shots at the best times. It was certainly an... interesting experience, but Kyle and I had the movie edited together and done by dinner time - a fairly average day of editing for us.

It was only when I got home for dinner that I saw Brandon for the first time that day. He looked a bit grumpy and edgy from having been sent to school in such a condition - which was still evident even when we all "gathered around" for dinner (Brandon still preferred to stand). I asked him about his day and all of that, but all I got was a few short replies, which mostly consisted of how hard it had been for him to sit down all day. Everyone in his classes thought that he had diarrhea or something since he kept having to go to the bathroom every 15 minutes or so - just to stretch his legs and get some weight off his sore butt. I asked him how he was feeling now as well, but all I got was a moody huff and a sarcastic response of "just wonderful". I couldn't be that angry with him though, even if his replies were a bit on the harsh side. I had put him through a lot over the past week or so, and it seemed that he was having a horrible time of it come this point. The scary part was that I felt only slightly bad to be relieved of that fact really...

The next day went a little better as both of us were once again able to sit down for an extensive period of time. Brandon was still a bit reluctant of going to school, but a firm reminder of his "contract" made him bite the bullet and shuffle his still sore cheeks onto that school bus in the morning. But, when I went to pick him up from soccer practice that evening, he seemed almost back to normal - laughing and joking with his friends while he waited for me before leaving them with a smile on his face as he jumped into the car. I guess a nice tiring session of running and "normalcy" can do that to a person better than any pain pills ever could.

The next few days went by fairly quickly for the both of us - neither of us having any more physical problems from the shoot after the second day or so. I had almost put the entire thing behind me... until Kyle called me up and told me that the movie was sold and he had our paychecks in wing. I quickly drove down do his apartment to meet up with him and pick them up, along with a final copy of the movie to lock in our secret drawer (I doubt Jill ever wanted to even acknowledge it's existence, much less watch it, although I had no idea what Brandon would want to do with it).

As I sat in the car on the way back, and as I lounged on the couch through the day after I made it back home, my mind was busy trying to run through all the scenarios I could possibly think of for telling Brandon the news. I didn't think I was anywhere near ready when I heard the bus pull up outside our house, so I took a big gulp and tensed up slightly as I heard the front door begin to slide open.

"Hey Brandon," I called over from the couch.

"Hey Dad," he replied as he quickly made his way over to his room.

"I've got something for you once you put your stuff down," I said just before he could slam his room's door on me. I heard his book bag hit the floor with a loud thud before he quickly turned around and made his way back over to me.

"Is it what I think it is?" He asked curiously as he arrived at the foot of the couch.

"It might be," I said as I lazily reached over to the coffee table and picked up a single plain envelope with Brandon's name printed on it.

"Sweet!" He shouted as he grabbed the envelope and extended a claw - quickly slicing through the thin paper of the envelope, "how much is it?"

"I don't know," I said back calmly. I was lying of course since Kyle had told me earlier, but I wanted Brandon to be surprised by the figure himself when he saw it on the check. "Open it to find out."

Brandon wasted little time in ripping the envelope to shreds as he eagerly tried to gain access to the check inside. His eyes went wide when he first noticed the scrap of paper with the official writing on it, but, as he looked it over more and more, his eyes slowly began to droop down while his excited and giddy smile began to turn into a disappointed frown.

"Well," I asked, trying not to let my knowledge of the number show, "how much is it?"

"A little bit over six thousand..." Brandon said sounding incredibly disappointed.

"Hey," I said excitedly, "that's pretty good! Kyle said that the movie sold reasonably well, so I was expecting something around there."

"Reasonably well?" Brandon echoed with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. "I wouldn't exactly call six thousand reasonably well..."

I let out a small laugh as I replied with, "If your mom and I got six thousand for every movie we did, then we'd be living up in the fancy side of town..."

"But..." Brandon replied, trying to formulate an argument against me, "I got eighty thousand for my first movie..."

"There was a lot that was different about that one," I replied quickly. "And besides, you only really got forty thousand. The other forty thousand was MY pay for the movie, which I gave to you for your college fund."

"H... how much did you get for this one?" Brandon said, trying hard to keep his cool as his disappointment really started to build now.

"For one scene," I replied slowly, "for a movie with this many actors in it, I got around seventeen hundred. Not bad if I do say so myself. The mortgage is paid off for the next few months now, so that's certainly good."

I just smiled at Brandon as if everything was as normal as it could be, but, as his ears drooped and his tail hung almost limply behind his body, I couldn't help but look at him like that anymore. "Brandon, have a seat," I said as I moved over and patted the sofa cushion next to me. "I think we need to have a talk."

Too disappointed to really resist at this point, Brandon let out a small sigh and plopped his lion butt down onto the couch cushion next to me.

"It's not what you were expecting, huh?" I asked calmly as I looked over to him.

"No," he replied slowly, "not at all." Then, he looked up at me and waved the check around as he added, "You sure this is it?"

"Yep, that's it kiddo," I replied as confidently as I could to remove any doubt that was still lingering in his head.

He just let out a heavy sigh as he said, "How am I supposed to buy a viper with this?" He took another look at the check just to make sure the numbers were real before sinking back into the couch.

"You're not," I replied matter-of-factly. "There's no way in hell you can afford a viper getting a paycheck like this. Your mom and I have been incredibly lucky as far as things go, and I do mean incredibly lucky, and both of us combined still don't make nearly enough to even dream of getting such an expensive car. Hence the old Hyundai out in the driveway."

Brandon decided that it was time to let out another heavy sigh at that point, but he had nothing to add to it afterwards. So, in leu of any further comment from him, I decided to continue on.

"The only way you're going to be able to afford something like a viper is if you go to college and get a good paying job afterwards," I added in. "You're one hell of a smart guy Brandon, so you should have no trouble making it through college and finding a nice, REAL job out there. And then, once you have your dream job, and you're really raking in the dough, you can buy as many vipers as you want. But, you're not going to get there doing movies like this. This is hard work... PAINFUL work... work that people do when they have no other options left to them. You've only seen a glimpse at the kind of stuff goes on at these kinds of shoots. If you seen some of the stuff I've seen, especially back when I was still a teenager myself, then there's no way you'd even consider subjecting yourself to that for any amount of money. You can do better... far better than this sort of stuff. That's what I've been trying to help you realize ever since you asked me to do another movie. There's no free ride to what you want Brandon. But, if you're willing to work a bit now, and hold everything off for just a bit longer, then you'll certainly be rewarded for it afterwards."

"You just don't want me to make another movie," Brandon added without much feeling in his voice.

"Of course I don't," I almost yelled out, "I never wanted you to make any of the movies you did. You only did them because you wanted to, or because the circumstances were out of our control and we needed you to do them. I never hid my feelings about the movies from you, and I'm glad that you know I certainly don't endorse things like this." It was time to pause and let out my own little sigh before continuing. "I know that I'm not one to talk about staying out of this business, but still... you deserve so much better than what this can offer you. If you decided that you do want to go into this business then I guess I can't stop you, but it's not as easy of a ride as you may think. And you're way too smart to get caught up in such 'low grade' stuff anyway son, I know you are. You have so much more potential than this.."

At that point I reached over and wrapped an arm around Brandon, pulling him into me tightly and giving him a good squeeze. He let out a little rush of air as my arm constricted itself around his frame, but, being the normal teenager that he was, he didn't want to show much emotion back as he just calmly accepted the hug.

I could tell that he was disappointed, and rightfully so I guess. I knew that I had broken him away from the thought of doing anymore movies. I could see it in his bodily expression as he snatched another look at the check in his paw, longing for the numbers to change, but realizing they were quite set in stone... or ink as it might have been. But, now that I had achieved my goal, it was also my job to try and cheer him up again. I didn't want to see him like this anymore than he wanted to be like it, so, as I slowly let him go, my voice started to get a bit excited as I said, "I know that you wanted a car for you're 16th birthday..."

"Psh, yeah," Brandon said as his head leaned back and he let out a sigh, "A viper would've been nice..."

"Well," I added back, "although it's not quite a viper, I'll let you in on a little secret. Your mom and I were planning to buy a new car for both of us to use, and then guess where the old Hyundai was going to go?"

Brandon's lips finally cracked a small smile, but only a slight one before he sunk back into his moody state.

"Well, your mom and I have been talking a bit about a few things," I continued after a short pause, "and we've come up with a slightly new plan."

Brandon's ears perked up quite a bit at this as he turned to look at me. I could see a bit of the excited grin return to his muzzle as I let the statement hang for a moment.

"We know we put you through a lot during the passed two weeks or so," I continued, "and we both knew what you were getting into before it started. That being so, neither of us really thought that you'd make it through everything to be quite honest."

Brandon let out a small smile at the fact that he proved both his parents wrong, but he continued to listen intently to see where I was going with my train of thought.

"Even though we can't say that we approve of doing what you did," I said slowly as I tried not to burst out with what I wanted to tell him just yet, "we can't hide the fact that you did a really good job under the circumstances, and you handled it a lot better than most other people would. We also know that you're probably really disappointed about your paycheck and not being able to get the car that you want, so....."

I let the words hang a bit as Brandon slowly leaned in closer. He probably already knew what I was going to say at this point, but he just needed to hear me say it to confirm his suspicions.

"We've decided that the new car we're going to get should be yours for all the work you put into everything," I finally blurted out.

Although Brandon's excitement fell a bit short of happily jumping up and down and squeezing me until it was hard to breathe, kind of like I had imagined, his eyes still shot up wide and his tail began to swirl in a frenzy behind him. "Really?" He said back, the excitement in his voice quickly building.

"Really," was all I had to say back before I felt two lion paws wrap around my waist and pull me into a snug hug.

"Thanks dad!" Brandon excitedly yelled out. "This is so cool! I mean, it's not going to be a viper I guess, but a brand new car... all my own... I've got so many that I have my eye on..."

"Woah, hold on there," I said with a small chuckle. "Before we start talking about that stuff, there's a few things you need to agree to."

Brandon quickly shut his eager muzzle and listened intently to me, but I could tell that the excitement was still kind of brewing inside him.

"Alright," I began, "number one: we have a small budget on this new car, and you're going to have to make the down payment with what you made from the movie, alright?"

Brandon's enthusiasm fell away slightly as he heard of the budget restrictions, but there was still plenty left to keep him excited as he gently nodded, acknowledging the fact that he agreed with the first condition.

"Number two:" I began again, "you have to get your driver's license before we buy ANYTHING."

Brandon nodded again, finding these restrictions easy enough to follow so far.

"And, the big one, number three:" I added in slowly as I gave Brandon a stern look, "If we go ahead and buy you this car, using the money you made from the movie as a down payment, I want you to promise me, and I mean SERIOUSLY promise me that you will never be in another one of these "adult" movies at any point in your life ever again."

Brandon was a bit phased by this requirement at first, probably not expecting something like this to pop up.

"I know I said that your mom and I couldn't stop you from going into this business if you wanted to," I added in for some clarification, "but, now that we're buying you a brand new car, I think we have a bit of leverage over this situation. So, Brandon, if you want the new car, please promise me that you'll never do another movie ever again. You should never have to because it's really below you anyway, but I want to hear a sincere promise come from your mouth anyway. If you promise your mom and I this one simple thing, then we can start to seriously talk about getting you a car."

I'm not sure what the main factor for his decision was. Did it have to do with the fact that he really hated making movies? Was it the new car that drove him to it? Or, did he finally see that his parents really didn't want him doing such things? I guess it didn't really matter in the end however...

"Dad," Brandon said as his voice got a bit lower and he looked up straight into my eyes, "I'll never make another movie again... ever."

I couldn't restrain myself any longer at this point as I twisted my body and reached in for a tight hug of the teenage lion body next to me. Surprisingly, Brandon wasted little time in wrapping me up in his arms as well. We shared this little hug of ours for a few moments before Brandon slowly slid himself away.

"That's the best news I heard all day," I said with a little smile - one that was echoed by Brandon as he returned to his normal sitting position. "Once your mother gets home we can start to really start to go over some details about this whole thing."

"Great!" Brandon said excitedly once again, "I've got my eye on quite a few things..."

I could only laugh a little bit at the onslaught of automobile names that bombarded my ears in the next few moments. I'm sure that Jill could tell me more about all of them (she was far more into cars than I was... surprisingly enough), but at this point I didn't really care that I couldn't understand Brandon. I had gotten the promise that I wanted, and Brandon was excited about his car purchase that was still quite a few months away at the earliest. Sure, I'd have to drive the Hyundai to work for a few more years at least. But, in the grand scheme of things, I think that was a small price to pay to have my son safe and happy. Heck, I'd done worse things... much worse things... to ensure the same thing over the years. What's a few more years of driving a small imported asian car, right?