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This is a story not meant for those under the age of 18! Also, it contains high amounts of Male on male sex, most of it being non-consensual! If you are anyway offended/turned off/ or under the age in your area, Please do not read the following pages! Otherwise enjoy! And remember kids! Don't be a bully! Bad things happen....

P.s As a note, the characters engaged in any sexual act are at or above the age of 18, No cub porn here!

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Payback is a Bitch

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Welcome to Waterbrook High! Home of the Fighting Sabre's! Gooooooo SABERCATS!!! The news for the day, the drama club will be performing their rendition of....

The sound of the announcements where dulled as waves upon waves of students entered the campus on a cloudy Friday morning. The buses where quickly emptying the underclassmen on one end of the school, while the seniors entered at the other side of the campus. As the different age groups began the long walk to the campus proper, most of them huddled closely to their nearby friends and talked about plans for the weekend and recent entertainment interests.

It was a typical day at the school. People went inside, the cliques formed around their usual meeting grounds and lockers while the procrastinating students rushed to the library to hastily finish their forgotten homework before the first bell rang. As time went on a clamour filled the school with the sounds of talking, laughter, and the sound of foot and hoof steps on the linoleum as the students travelled throughout the grounds.

_ _ After a while the school became more and more packed as the final buses and cars arrived with only fifteen minutes before the first bell. The halls became more chaotic as the students began to migrate towards their lockers and prepared for their coming classes, but unfortunately in this mass confusion there wasn't anyone that payed attention to a certain scrawny freshman fox that was being preyed upon by one of the schools more "troubled" individuals.

*BANG!*

"Hey there faggot...."

The tall grey and white wolf smirked down at the much smaller red fox as he slammed his locker shut. The fox only let out a soft sigh and looked up at the wolf in annoyed displeasure.

"Good morning Hector. Having a pleasant morning I hope?" said the fox calmly.

The wolf scowled, his features accentuated by his open faced letterman jacket with the school team's jersey showing underneath that showed off his well-built and bulky frame. The entire look about him screamed two things, football and bully and although he was only one of the tight end defenders on the team, that didn't stop from lording his masculinity over others.

"Shut up faggot; don't try to hit on me. What do you have there?"

Hector reached down and hastily grabbed a notebook that the fox was holding in his hands. The scrawny fox tried to swipe at the notebook in an attempt to grab it back, but the wolf only laughed cruelly as he lifted it up into the air beyond his reach.

"Aww, what's the matter? The little cocksucker can't get his notebook?"

The bully laughed and lowered the notebook slowly in an attempt to bait the fox, who leaped in into the air to try to grab it, but only grasped air as the wolf pulled it back up out of his reach again.

"Give it back Hector! I need that for homeroom!" shouted the fox as he jumped again and again as he desperate grasped for his notes.

"Only if you call yourself a little piss faced cocksucker!" said Hector mockingly.

The wolf laughed as he baited the fox into jumping and grasping for his precious notebook while some of the people in the crowd watched and commented in hushed tones. But none made any attempt to stop him for fear of angering such a well-established bully.

"Come on! You can do it! Bend those knees cocksucker! Hahaha!!!"

Suddenly the wolf felt the notebook snatched from his paws. Hector growled as he turned around to find out who had ruined his fun, but suddenly surprised as he was muzzle to muzzle with one of his fellow teammates. A black Doberman with brown fur coating his neck and lower jaw wearing a similar a letterman Jacket with piercing blue eyes glared back at him.

"If anyone's a piss faced little cocksucker, it's you Hector."

The Doberman glared at him with an angry, yet disappointed look, his ears perked high and hackles risen slightly. He was built similarly to the wolf, although his muscles where more clearly defined underneath his short black fur. Behind him, he was flanked by two other football players. A stocky, German shepherd holding a football in one paw and his other clenched into a fist while a chestnut colored horse stood towering over them all next to him. The shepherd snarled and bared his fangs in anger while the horse had his arms folded over his tank top that showed off his every muscle, down to his tight fitting gym shorts that revealed his powerful legs and hooves.

"Piss off Rockwell, this doesn't have anything to do with you," snarled Hector as he stood his ground and readied himself for anything.

"Beat it wolf and leave this kid alone. I'll only say it once," said the Doberman bluntly as the shepherd slowly stomped towards the wolf, before being held back by the horse.

Hector glanced at the Doberman and his two friends then let out a low growl before he huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets and started to to walk away. However, halfway down the hall; he suddenly stopped and turned around and pointed at the canine.

"You better watch yourself Rockwell...without your boyfriends you're nothing. Fuck with me again and your ass is mine."

He then turned around again and disappeared into the crowd, scowling.

The Doberman sighed as he handed the notebook to the fox with a soft smile on his stern features.

"You alright Toby?" he asked.

The fox nodded and took the notebook with a half-smile.

"Thanks Jett, but you know that isn't going to stop him. The moment I'm alone he's going to take it all out on me."

Jett nodded and sighed, he glanced at both of his friends who nodded in approval before he looked down at Toby again.

"Well I'll make sure he doesn't do that; how about you have lunch with me, Leon and Richard today? We'll make sure he doesn't come near you," Jett said with a cocky grin as he playfully flexed his right arm.

Suddenly the first bell rang and the students began filtering into their classrooms.

"Sure.... that sounds great!" Said the young fox as he quickly gathered his things and said goodbye before he went down the halls, blushing furiously underneath his fur.

After a few moments the halls where nearly empty except for the three team mates.

"You should have let me have him," said the shepherd with a slight growl as he unclenched his fist and his body relaxed.

"No Leon, that's just what he wants, besides, the little piss head would probably end up in the hospital after we got done with him," said Jett with a chuckle as he and the group started to walk towards the gym.

"But the kid was right, if we aren't around then that guy will come back at him with full force. Something's got to be done or else we just made things a whole lot worse," Richard chimed in as he reached down and casually adjusted the soft bludge in the front of his shorts.

Jett chuckled softly and grinned as he looked out into the distance, his mind clearly somewhere else. As they reached the gym door the Doberman nodded and smiled a toothy grin and both of his friends instinctively knew what he was thinking.

"I know that look..." said Richard.

"You got something planned!" said Leon with a similar devious grin.

Jett nodded and kept his trademark cocky grin.

"Yea I got something...Meet me in the parking lot at ten tonight, that wolf is going to see how much it's like being a faggot..."

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Many hours later, in a clean cut suburb far from Watercrest High, a car drove down the street to a pale yellow house where it slowly came to a stop in the driveway. Hector emerged from the vehicle, tired and bruised from a late session of practice and still reeking of sweat. He quickly locked the car door and went up to the front door where he fumbled with the keys for a brief moment before unlocking the door to the house.

The door unlocked and opened with a boom as Hector barged inside, cursing softly as he threw his backpack to the side inside the living room.

"Fucking fag got him some bodyguards....bunch of little shitheads can't take me one on one like real men..."

Hector glanced over at the table and noticed a small note from his parents; he hastily picked it up and read it before crumpling it up and tossing it aside.

"Out again huh....least I get some peace and quiet."

Hector yawned and stretched, trying to forget how mad he was at his supposed "teammates" for ruining his fun. To him it wasn't like the little faggot didn't have it coming already, that stuff wasn't natural and needed to be snuffed out. As he began to unwind, he sat on the couch of his family's living room and turned on the wide screen TV. Pictures of his mother, father and himself where scattered throughout the room and most of the house, along with quite a few religious icons as well. Hector had grown up in a very homophobic, white collar household, his family as a whole had a very tight knit "pack" mentality and most everyone was some sort of expert or leader in their field. Any signs of odd behaviour or failure were quickly snuffed out and never spoken of.

A few hours passed as Hector idly flipped through the channels, watching assorted TV shows for a few brief moments or the occasional parts of movies that where playing at the time before he changed the channel. As time went on the wolf went into a daze, not really paying attention to the shows at all and before he knew it the ancient, weathered grandfather clock in the hall struck midnight. Snapped out of his trance, Hector yawned and scratched himself before he turned off the television and went to his room.

After a short walk down the hall he entered his room and flipped the light switch, revealing his somewhat clean bed, assorted sports posters and shelves of trophies from earlier achievements. After Hector had closed the door, let stretched his body again before he started to strip off his clothing. Luckily enough for him, his room came complete with its own attached shower although the fan inside was broken and steam built up rather quickly. After removing a few more articles of his sweat stained clothing he was left standing in only his boxers, he stopped for a brief moment and grinned as he glanced at the full length mirror in the corner of his room and struck a masculine pose.

"Oh yea, you're hot...look at those guns, mmmph!"

After a few more poses and thrusts he walked over to his window and opened it slightly to let some air in so that his room wasn't filled with steam after he finished his hot shower.

As Hector walked into his bathroom he stripped off his underwear, letting free his plump sheath and balls that where covered in the same white fur that covered most of his stomach. The wolf smiled cockily as he reached down and adjusted himself before he opened the door to the clear shower booth and stepped inside. He quickly turned on the dial without thinking and suddenly cold water soon sprayed down from the shower head that caused him to flinch at the sudden chilly temperature. After a few moments though the water began to heat up and he adjusted the dial until it reached a more comfortable setting and started to wash the sweat and grime from his body.

The steam in the room began to build quickly as Hector grabbed his bottle of fur wash and started rubbing it into his thick coat, making sure to spend extra time on his large pectorals and thick arms that he was so proud of. As he reached down to his stomach though he was slightly disappointed and preferred to wash that quickly. He had retained a bit of a gut but was fairly un-noticeable when clothed, but he still felt the pangs of jealousy when he saw some of his other teammates that where nearly the same size as him, but sporting sculpted abs and more defined features than his.

It took only took about two minutes before Hector finished lathering the rest of his body and tail while the steam had all but covered the entire glass shower booth. Satisfied with his wash, he stood under the shower head and let the hot water wash down his body, ridding him of the soapy build up that drained down into the floor.

As Hector reached down to start on his hair, he suddenly heard a noise, the wolf's ears perked and he looked around, his vision clouded by the glass. He shrugged it off and squirted a small amount of shampoo into his hand and closed his eyes while he lathered his scalp, not witnessing the shadow that stood directly in front of the stall.

After a few more moments of washing and rinsing, Hector turned off the shower and opened the door, letting out a billow of steam into the room. He then reached over, grabbed his towel, and began quickly rubbing and drying his fur. After a few minutes he was dry and he hung his towel to the side, feeling refreshed.

He then went back into his room, preparing to get dressed for bed, when suddenly his weight lurched to the side as he was suddenly grabbed by some unknown assailant.

An arm wrapped itself around his neck, Hectors breathing was restricted and he gasped in surprise before his adrenaline kicked in. He squirmed in his captors grasp, trying to use his brute strength to free himself, but the arm only held on tighter and threatened to crush his very windpipe.

Suddenly Hector heard a chuckle from behind him, along with the feeling of another person's hot breath against his neck.

"Surprise pup...."

The wolf snarled and his hackles rose as he recognized that voice, his neck was able to slightly turn to the side where he saw his captor, the Doberman Jett looking back at him with a cocky grin on his face.

"What the fuck are you doing?!? How did you get in my house?!" he was able to gasp out in ragged breaths as Jett held onto him tightly.

Jett only chuckled as he loosened his grip on the wolf's neck as if he was letting him go, but then suddenly he grabbed onto both of his arms, brought his foot to his backside then pushed, letting go of his arms at the last moment and sending him stumbling onto his bed.

"Open window, any idiot could have gotten in," he said bluntly.

Hector was still taken aback by the entire situation, he was naked and this asshole was assaulting him in his own house!

"You little fuck! I'm going to rip your stub off and shove it down your god damn throat so you choke on it!" shouted Hector as he snarled and leapt off the bed.

Jett only smiled, taking a fighting stance as the wolf came charging toward him, he lunged at his left but the Doberman leapt to the right. Hector took a swing at his face, but he was too quick for him and easily dodged. Hector then tried for a low bow and went for his crotch with his leg, but Jett leapt nearly a foot into the air and his bare foot smacked against the wall. Yelping in pain for a brief moment he snarled loudly as He tried to charge and grapple him, but only ended up crashing into the wall again and hitting his head on a shelf as he leapt out of the way at the last moment.

"Grrrr...Stand still you fucking piece of shit!" Hector rubbed his head slightly for a moment before he backed away, then came charging up to Jett, fist held high in an attempt to knock him out with a powerful punch.

Jett only laughed as the wolf came barrelling towards him and raised a single paw and grasped his fist before it could hit its mark, stopping it immediately.

"What was that about my ass being yours?" he said coldly.

Hector's brief moment of surprise left him with an opening, Jett gave him a quick shot to the stomach, knocking the wind out the wolf and causing him to crouch in pain. The Doberman wasn't done though, as he grabbed Hector's head and quickly kneed him in the face, sending him reeling back in pain. Finally with one final quick sweep of his legs, Jett knocked him off balance and sent him crashing onto the floor. Hector gasped for breath as Jett stood up proudly over the defeated wolf as he was brought to his knees.

"Yea I thought so."

Jett then grabbed Hector by the scruff of his neck and brought him to his feet. He then pushed him back onto his bed where he landed with a thud, his ass raised high while he gasped for air.

Hector was in a daze of pain and lack of oxygen when he suddenly felt his hands grasped together on his back and tied. He then felt his legs be bound in the same way

"What....what the fu..." Hector said through ragged breaths.

He suddenly felt a paw on his ass, gripping it roughly, he then felt two hands spread his ass cheeks apart, exposing his hole to the open air.

"Don't like fags huh Hector? Better burn them all then last ten seconds with them huh? Well you barely lasted three!"

"Let me go you fucking Jackass!" shouted Hector as he tried to struggle his way out of his bindings with no success.

Jett smirked as he watched Hector struggle but then returned his attention to his ass. He went back to fondling his homophobic teammate's butt, gripping it, lifting his tail and examining his puckered asshole.

"Fuck You! I'm gonna call the cops on your ass and get you arrested where you can be some prison gangs bitch! Bet you would like that!" shouted Hector as he thrashed about.

"You know, you have a nice ass, but I think it's best we shut that other hole up for now," said Jett as he kicked off both of his shoes and took off a single sock and balled it up.

"LET ME GO LET ME GO AH! GHHH MMMHMMM MMMMRF!!!"

During Hector's last shout Jett crammed the sock into his muzzle, muffling his shouts and curses. The wolf continued to struggle and squirm, trying to break free but only ruffling up his own bed sheets. Jett laughed at the sight then roughly brought his arms down upon Hector's shoulders, holding him into place while his muzzle hung right next to his ear.

"You're a little piss head Hector, and it's time you learned you're not such a fucking big shot. You make fun of gays and anyone you think might even be gay, well now I'm going to make you a faggot and there isn't a damn thing you can do," Jett said coldly.

Hector screamed angrily and thrashed underneath the Dobermans grip that held him in place. Once he calmed down a bit, Jett then pulled back and quickly took off his shirt. Hector stopped squirming for a brief moment where he was able to glance back at his rapist, his chest marked with two brown strips of fur that crossed his nipples and intersected at his abdominals. His tight, powerful form loomed over Hector, his dark chest rising and falling with every breath, and his abdominals clearly defined under his short coating of brown fur.

Hector shouted out and tried to roll off the bed, but he suddenly felt Jett's grip on his sides again, rolling him back to the centre. The larger canine growled and beared his teeth as his warm upper body loomed over the wolf in a show of dominance for a brief moment before pulling back as he unbuttoned his pants. Jett was revealed to be wearing a tight fitting jockstrap that outlined his growing bludge quite significantly. He didn't keep it on long however, as he quickly tore off his final remaining piece of clothing as well until he stood naked with his sheathe revealed. His brown fur coated balls looked swollen and full, and his brown sheathe stood up slightly as the pointed tip of is red canine cock had begun to emerge. While the rest of his legs where a dark black his balls where the stopping point of the creamy brown fur.

Hector screamed again trying his luck at thrashing about but was quickly stopped by the Doberman. He suddenly felt another set of straps begin to wrap around his head, and then suddenly his nose was shoved into the inside of the musky smelling jock that Jett had just been wearing. The wolf tried to hold his breath as the stench of musk and sweat began to assault his nostrils, without him even breathing, but with his mouth gagged and this jockstrap barring his nose it wasn't long before he took a deep sniff of the musky stench of Jett's junk.

Hector growled softly as he heard Jett chuckle as he pinned down his shoulders once again and spoke into his ear.

"Yea, nice isn't it? It's my jock from practice, haven't washed it in a week, hope you like it bitch," said Jett.

The wolf squirmed, rubbing his face against the mattress in an attempt to somehow get the jockstrap off him, but it seemed that Jett had tied it to the back of his head, keeping it locked in position. Jett backed off again and reached down around his sheathe, pulling off a black rubber ring that was constricting his cock and balls and letting out a sigh of relief. His balls swelled at their new freedom, and the red shaft of his canine cock erupted from its sheathe, growing inch by inch until it was standing at only half hard at 6 inches.

"Ah that's better....now..."

Jett reached down underneath Hector and cupped his junk, he then quickly brought the cock ring around the base of his sheathe and scrotum before letting go, clinching them in a tight grip, causing Hector to squirm and whimper through his gag.

"You don't get to cum bitch," said Jett as he reached down and began playfully stroking his own cock as it reached its full erect 8 inches.

Hector squirmed, his balls in a vice and grinding against the mattress, but then suddenly he felt a spark of true horror, as he felt his own cock begin to emerge from its musky sheath from all the stimulation. He tried to think of everything he could to try to calm down his growing erection, but he only found himself growing even harder with every heartbeat.

Jett huffed and grunted as he jerked his cock, his knot swelling at the base until it fully emerged from his sheathe, adding another inch to his already impressive shaft. He then let go and walked around to the side of the bed, giving the wolf a full view of his massive cock.

"You see this?"

The Doberman then quickly grabbed the wolf's head and shoved it into his groin, rubbing his cock across the side of his jockstrap covered face.

"This cock is going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you long and hard, and paint your insides with my cum, then you're going to be no better than those "bottom bitch" people you call fags."

Hector growled and pulled away, but Jett pulled his head right back and pulled the jockstrap down off his face. Hector breathed a moment of fresh air for nearly half a second before his muzzle was shoved directly underneath Jett's his hefty, pent up balls and pinned down at his neck. The Doberman stood there a few moments while he forced Hector to stare directly at the balls resting on his snout, taking in the fresh musk of his sack. The wolf snarled and writhed in his bounds but was unable to move and then suddenly Jett broke away from him and replaced the jockstrap before returning to his backside.

Jett spat into his hand and rubbed it along the length of his cock, his saliva lubricating the veiny shaft. He then grabbed onto the wolf's tail and raised it high as he positioned the pointed tip of his cock directly at his entrance. Hector screamed into his gag as he felt the hard cock brush against his forbidden entrance, he clenched as hard as he could trying to keep the Jett's cock out, but then he felt as the pointed head began to enter him, slowly and painfully inch by inch.

Only after about two inches Jett withdrew his cock and snarled, he then inserted two fingers into his muzzle and coated them in saliva before he kneeled down and roughly jammed a single finger deep inside of Hector. He screamed in pain as he was penetrated by the Dobermans finger, he felt as he rammed it in and out, deeper and deeper in an attempt to loosen him up. He clenched as tight as he could but Jett still kept working at his hole. He only stopped for a brief moment and withdrew his finger before he went right back at it with two. Stretching and widening the wolf's hole despite all of his resistance. Jett then started to wiggle and probe his fingers inside of Hector, searching for something until he eventually found it. Jett nudged one of his fingers against Hectors prostate that caused a shiver to shoot down his spine and his hole to instantly loosen. Hector let out a muffled grunt of mixed pain and pleasure as his body betrayed him, his cock throbbed underneath him, restrained by the ring but still standing at 5 inches with the knot not fully swollen.

Jett smirked as he glanced underneath the wolf, eyeing his slowly hardening cock.

"Looks like we have ourselves a little bottom slut huh? You like my finger up your ass don't you? Going to have something much bigger and thicker up there in a second..."

He continued his work, poking at the wolf's sweet spot over and over, causing him to squirm and relax until his hole was barely putting up any resistance. Jett then withdrew his fingers and stood up again, his cock still hard, and began poking at Hector's entrance. With little resistance Jett's cock was able to enter in even deeper than before as he was too tied between pain and pleasure to clench. Inch by inch the throbbing red shaft entered him, Jett's thick shaft exploring and expanding Hector's virgin insides.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh....man you are one tight wolf, gonna have to change that soon. God...."

Jett moaned as he withdrew his cock slowly from Hector until there was only two inches of his meat still left inside. Then he quickly rammed his cock back inside of him up to the base of his knot. Hector screamed in pain but his cock continued to throb as his knot swelled at the base, his thick flesh being constricted by the ring around his junk.

Jett did similar thrusts over and over, withdrawing most of his cock until Hector thought he was through, then ramming it right back inside of him. Over and over Jett fucked the wolf this way gripping his tail and holding into the air while insulting the ex- "top dog" that couldn't do a single thing.

"Ohhh yea....fucking little cockslut you love my dick in you...You're a fucking little fag that loves sucking dick and getting fucked. God your boy pussy is so tight."

The Doberman then began to rapidly Jack hammer Hector; who cried out in pain as he was brutalized, but what shamed him the most was that his cock had been leaking pre for a while now down into his bed sheets. Hector's cock throbbed in need, despite his true feelings, desperately seeking release with every stimulation of his prostate. His cock wanted to spray out its pent up load wether Hector wanted to or not; but it would never release it. Hectors balls swelled through the ring around his crotch that restricted him, holding back his seed and driving his body wild. Again and again he reached the high point let out a muffled moan as he felt his balls tense in an involuntary orgasm, but nothing ever came out. Hector was trapped as his body attempted an orgasm over and over again while Jett continued to pound his hole.

"Oh fuck...yea going to cream your insides you little fag...gonna full you so full and make you my bitch...oh god...FFFFFFFFUUUUUUCK!"

Jett growled as he rammed his cock inside of Hector one last time, his knot nearly breaching his hole as he began to fire wave after wave of his cum deep inside the wolf.

Hector whined and pined as he felt his cock throb again and again, and upon feeling Jett's warm load coat his insides it was all too much for him and his eyes glazed over before he passed out in a heap.

Jett slowly withdrew from the wolf, his cock coated in his own cum. He grinned as he looked down at Hector's swollen sack, nearly turned purple from all of the built up cum. He decided to leave the ring on, but undid his bindings. Leaving him on the bed, he quickly got dressed and went back toward the window but then suddenly he stopped.

Jett turned around and grinned, walking up to the still unconscious Hector and leaned down. Slowly he turned his muzzle to face him and he removed his jockstrap and the sock gag. Hector instinctively let out a loud gasp of air of freedom, but his eyes where still closed shut. Jett then leaned over, gripping onto the sides of his cheeks until they were muzzle to muzzle.

....and kissed him.

"See you tomorrow at school pup."