New Addition
#2 of Violated Vulpines
The school year had arrived for both Peter and Joey, the older of the two foxes anticipated graduating high-school at the end of the next nine months. Joey, however, was a little more enthusiastic about school and couldn't wait to meet up with old friends and make new ones in Jr. High. By the end of the first week of attendance for Joey, Peter had been assigned to pick him up from school. Joey dreaded the time he'd spend with his brother while Peter viewed it as an opportunity to loosen up and relieve the stress his classes and teachers caused him.
One Monday afternoon, Joey was talking to his newest friend, an arctic fox named Arnold, outside of school after dismissal. The two of them shared half of their classes and even sat together during lunch. Arnold was a few months older than Joey, but noticeably shorter by a couple inches. Peter immediately noticed the other fox boy as he pulled up next to the main entrance in his father's station wagon. Joey seemed too involved conversing with the other handsome fox, handsome in Peter's eyes at least, to notice his ride had arrived.
Peter found himself a bit mesmerized by the appearance of his brother's friend and distractingly so. A honk of the horn by an irritated driver brought him back to his senses. He too honked his horn, but in order to gain his little brother's attention. Joey glanced over in his direction and Peter noticed his transition from happiness to despair. "How was your day in school?" Peter asked after Joey seated himself as far back in the car as he possibly could.
"Hey, Peter?" Joey said with a tone that suggested he wanted a favor from his brother.
"Yeah, bro?" Peter replied.
"You see my friend out there?"
"Mhm."
"His name is Arnold and he has to walk home from school ‘cause his mom's working late. But he lives like a mile away and I was wondering if you could give him a ride." Joey desperately thought that with a second passenger, Peter wouldn't hurt him for at least one afternoon.
"Sure no problem." Peter said and soon started rolling down his window. "Hey! Arnold!" Peter called out to the lonely looking arctic fox. Arnold turned to stare at him, but didn't dare approach. "Come over here."
For a moment, Arnold hesitated, but walked over to the side of the car. "Yeah?" He sounded confused.
"Joey said you needed a ride, care to come with us?" Peter offered warmly.
Arnold peered at Joey through the backseat window who quickly waved and smiled back at him. "Sure, thanks for the lift." He spoke while stepping inside to sit next to his friend.
When both Arnold and Joey had buckled their seatbelts and Peter used the front master controls to lock all the doors, he drove away at a barely legal speed. He accelerated at every legal opportunity to Arnold's delight and Joey's terror. "You haven't asked where Arnold lives yet." Joey pointed out, but Peter ignored him and turned on the radio to the local classic rock station instead
Arnold's initial excitement turned into worry. "Dude, what's wrong with your brother."
Joey could only guess what Peter planned on doing to him and possibly even to Arnold. "Leave him out of this, Peter, please!" Joey begged after a wave of terrible realization hit him.
"What are you talking about?" Arnold asked worriedly.
"Shut up, both of you." Peter ordered.
Joey began sobbing heavily. "I'm so sorry, Arnold. I didn't want this to happen to you. I didn't think he'd do anything with you around."
Arnold really began worrying. "What's going on? Someone tell me!" Neither of the two red foxes answered, Joey was crying too heavily to respond and Peter could hardly hear him over the radio. "Seriously, let me out! Stop the car and let me out!" Arnold started screaming from the backseat.
It wasn't long before they arrived at the fox brothers' home, Peter was the first to step out after pulling into the driveway. He left both of the boys locked in the back and approached the door closest to Arnold. He held in one hand the spare set of keys to the car, garage, and house and a switchblade in the other. He tapped at the window next to Arnold's head with the tip of the blade, immediately causing the unfortunate boy to jerk back in fright while still seat-belted inside.
Peter unlocked and opened the door, neither of the two boys moved, overwhelming fear kept them frozen in their seats. "Come with me, Arnold. Joey, you stay put and stay quiet unless you want me to hurt your friend." Arnold stared pleadingly at Joey, but there was nothing Peter's little brother could do. "I said, move!" Peter angrily and impatiently hissed.
Arnold unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled out of the car at knife-point. Terrified, he couldn't find his voice and didn't dare try screaming for help with the blade positioned so closely to his neck. Peter shut the car door and escorted the arctic fox up onto the front porch and into the house through the front door. "What are you going to do to me?" Arnold finally asked.
Peter continued ignoring him and ushered him up a set of stairs and into the first room at the top. After shoving Arnold inside, Peter locked his bedroom door from the outside and went back to the car for Joey. His little brother knew there was no avoiding it and stepped out of the car compliantly when Peter appeared next to him. "Good boy, Joey. Now come along and help me teach your friend how to be a good boy." Peter said as he escorted the miserable kit into the house and toward his room.
"Please, let Arnold go. It's not too late, you could say this was just a practical Joke and you had me fooled too." Joey begged to have his friend spared, but Peter refused to listen.
The fox brothers arrived at Peter's bedroom door where they both heard screams for help. The arctic fox pounded away at the door for the attention of anyone who could help. "Your friend has a lot to learn." Peter growled.
He unlocked the door and Arnold soon burst through the doorway. Peter quickly caught the little fox in his right arm and threatened him with the knife by placing its tip softly against the boy's throat. Arnold fearfully whined, but made no further noise as his and the older male's eyes met. "Behave." Peter hissed.
Meanwhile, Joey stood not far from Peter, feeling completely incapable of helping his friend. "Joey, help." Arnold squeaked desperately.
"He won't do anything as long as your life is in my hands." Peter enlightened the kit, "Get inside, Joey and start taking your clothes off."
Joey whimpered and reluctantly complied with the order. Arnold's face lit up with understanding, most children knew about sex and rape at his age and he knew Peter wanted to perform the latter on him and his friend. "No, no. NO!" Arnold desperately tried freeing himself from Peter.
Peter moved his knife hand away from the child's throat long enough to tuck the blade back into the handle. He then curled his fingers into a fist and bent low, delivering a powerful punch to Arnold's gut. "First rule, no screaming. Second rule, no telling. Third rule, no fighting. And finally, the fourth rule. Obey me." Peter began giving his fresh victim the rundown on how things worked with him around.
While Arnold gasped to refill his lungs with air, Peter dragged him into his bedroom where Joey already stood naked in the middle of the floor next to his school clothes. "Arnold, I'm so sorry." Joey repeated; even though Arnold couldn't voice a response, he didn't even bother turning to face him.
Peter observed Arnold's reaction to his younger brother's meaningless apology and smiled sinisterly when a thought occurred to him. "Joey, undress your friend." He ordered and shoved Arnold next to his brother.
"Don't make me do this to him, please." Joey begged.
"Now!" Peter barked. "And Arnold." Peter addressed his captive while snapping his switchblade back open in front of his face. "Don't fight, it only makes it worse. Just asked Joey." Arnold certainly wasn't interested in asking his friend and Joey avoided doing anything that would fuel his brother's twisted amusement.
"You're a fucking monster." Arnold spat fearfully.
"Maybe, but you wouldn't be here if Joey hadn't suggested to bring you along."
"But I didn't!" Joey argued.
"Enough talking, I believe I gave you an order, Joey. Take his clothes off." Peter repeated.
Joey turned toward his friend and stepped slowly forward. "Stay away from me!" Arnold angrily hissed.
"He just doesn't learn, does he?" Peter muttered to himself before opening and swinging his blade down. It tore through the sleeve of his shirt and cut his right arm. The little fox screamed and backed away in horror only to trip over himself and fall onto his back. Peter looked down at him and waved his weapon in the boy's face.
"I'm not afraid to use it. You can either let my brother undress you or I'll undress you and cut your balls off when I'm done." To emphasize his point, he lowered his knife toward Arnold's crotch. "Nod when you're ready to comply."
Arnold's eyes never left the knife and he barely heard Peter's voice over his own heart-pounding terror. The helpless arctic fox eventually gave in and nodded his head three times. "Good, let's get started then." Peter said.