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Baker's Dozen The Fourth

At first, Baker had been adamant about writing this story himself through his own eyes. He had done a remarkable job at recounting his numerous experiences, which I was surprised he was so willing to share with me. Each story was different than the rest, each one meant something special to him...

This story means something to him, not something special, but something to despise. He came to me in tears and with sweaty palms. He couldn't do it, he didn't want to do it, so he asked me to write this next one for him since I know much of it already. I'm the only other soul to know and that's only because I was there, or at least at the end I was. If I hadn't arrived, when I did... that's a story for another time.

I know most of it and what I don't know, as much as it will hurt him, I'll ask Baker. He wants this to be written down, this is important to him, so even if he cries and begs for me to not ask, I will because that is what he asked me to do.

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The grunts echoed, bouncing off of the concrete walls of the small, cold and damp basement. The grunts came from the back corner that smelled of sweat and mildew that was coming from the old mattress that was there. The grunts came from the teenagers that were on the mattress, their bodies pushed together. The grunts were mixture of pleasure and pain. One cried the other growled. The grunts continued to echo and the crying never ceased. No one was around to hear. The grunts would continue.

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It was three months after Baker left Harry behind. It had hurt to do so. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't think about the Tabby that had called him "Guppy." He dreamed of him and the time they spent together. He smiled when he remembered him smile. He laughed at the jokes that were made and cried when he left, but it was necessary. Harry had gone off with the recruiter. He was going to go live his dream and Baker wanted nothing more than to have Harry be happy and if that meant leaving, then so be it.

The pain slowly faded to a dull soreness in his chest as his senior year began to get rolling. He kept busy with his calculus class that forced him to spend more time studying than he would have liked. His mind was kept busy with the equations of integration and differentiation, but in the small quiet lapses between, his mind always drifted back to Harry. He couldn't focus, his grades slipped a little and action needed to be taken.

At first, Baker tried to hang out with more people from his class, but years of being together had already chiseled out the social groups and they were carved in stone. Very few ever left or joined the groups that they became part of in grade school. The jocks were always the jocks, the nerds were always the nerds and so one. Baker had graced the popular kids group, but only on the back of Jeffrey.

Jeffrey was gone. He was out of Baker's life, he hadn't even thought about the cougar who had so utterly broken his heart for months now. That also meant that many of the group no longer even recognized him or were just ignoring him purposely as a way to spite him for taking so much of Jeffrey's time. There was no getting back in without a miracle such as somehow making it onto a sports team and winning a game. No chance, Baker was not an athlete.

There was no such luck with any of the other groups either, they were all just too different and strange to Baker. All he had was Harley was spent much of his time ogling over the phone with his girlfriend. It was nice to see the otter doing something, but now he was becoming distant. They still hung out and Baker could never imagine a world where they wouldn't be friends, but they weren't as close as they had been.

Baker then turned to the internet. He needed something to keep him mind busy when he wasn't working on school. He hated how Harry flooded his mind's eye every time he let his guard down. It was pure obsession and he knew it and he hated it. He wanted to let Harry go. He needed to for both Harry's sake and his own.

Little video games provided a few hours of entertainment, but only a few. The games that he played as a kid for days on end were just that, kid games and the games that were appropriate for Baker's age were just not very interesting. He needed something else.

Reading was more successful and Baker found himself liking science fiction books. He read entire books in single sittings and for another two months, everything was fine. Grades went back up and Harry was becoming more of an afterthought. Baker was happy again and able to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

The year began to roll on by and Baker found himself looking at colleges one day. It was so sudden to him when he was at home and scrolling through Pine Woods University which he had received some mail for. He was just looking at the page and admiring the pictures that were provided of the campus that sat, nestled in a valley with a river running straight through the center. He paused for a moment to really think about how far he had come. He could easily remember days in kindergarten when the teacher would ask him and the others what they wanted to be when they grew up.

"C'mon." The teacher, an elderly mouse with oversized glasses, but a soft smile that made her perfect for children, encouraged Baker to step up. It was his turn, the other who had line up before him had gone and said what they wanted to be and now it was his turn.

Baker was scared. Everyone was looking at him. He could see his parents who had both come out and canceled their meetings for the day for this event. They came out just for him even though it was really nothing. This was an exercise to get children to get used to larger crowds. Families were invited and some faculty had come out as well to the local park to watch their children and students tell them what they wanted to be.

"Don't be shy." The teacher, Mrs. Thatcher extended a hand. She didn't grab at him, instead she held it out to him to take.

Baker never told me what made him go up, maybe it was that Mrs. Thatcher was being persistent, but not pushy and her patience paid off, maybe it was that his parents were there. Anyway, he went up to the microphone that had been set on a stand that was lowered down as far as it could. It still had to be tilted downward to pick up the voices of the children.

Baker hesitantly stepped up. He wrung his paws together and huffed a little. The microphone caught it and broadcaster it to the audience who chuckled a little. This wasn't the first to act like this, almost all of the children had been this way. Those that had boasted and bragged before had been reduced to silent statues as hundreds of eyes were suddenly on them. It was terrifying to them all, but that was part of the exercise. Put them in an uncomfortably, but friendly environment to help them adapt and overcome simple fears.

Baker decided that the best way to get past this was to just get it out and move on. He had seen a few others do this and it seemed to work for them.

He closed his eyes. "When I grow up." He repeated what he had written down the previous day during school when they had been told that they were going to do this. He had been excited for this. There were so many things he could be. It hadn't dawned on him at the time, being only in kindergarten that it took years of effort and hard work to become an astronaut or a doctor. He thought that he could be anything that he wanted and no one had ever told him otherwise.

"I want to be a pilot." It wasn't like the others who went after the stereotypes or just plain ridiculous. He had put a lot of serious thought about it. At first he had wanted to be a firefighter. A lot of firefighters were dragon's like his dad, but then again, his dad wasn't a firefighter. He didn't know what his dad actually did at the time, but he knew that he traveled a lot. He always sent pictures back of all of the places he had gone to and on rare occasion if there wasn't school, he got to go as well. He had been on many airplanes already by the time he was five and had marveled at them. He had even gotten to see the cockpit one time when they flew first class.

The pilot had noticed Baker, being so small and the only child in first class and after landing had offered to let him see the inside of the pilot's cabin. The pilot, a burly badger with rough fur that made him sneeze had shown him all of the control and how they flew. It was only a few minutes, but it had cemented the idea of flying into his impressionable mind.

How could something so large fly and go so fast? How could he get to do that and see the world like his dad? He wanted to be a pilot, he wanted to travel the world behind the steering stick of a jet.

That one memory led to another, jumping from kindergarten to grade school to junior high to high school and back to Harry. Just like that, that small thought, a small moment of remembrance had ruined months of not thinking about Harry. Suddenly it was all he could think of again and it needed to stop now.

Baker was still young and even though he had been with several people now, was still inexperienced in picking his people. The solution he came up with was one out of desperation. Little thought went into it.

There was another tabby at school. His name was Casey Thompson and for the longest time, he had just been another face in Baker's class. He had been on the football team and therefore Baker had been in the same group as him when he was with Jeffrey, but beyond that he knew little about him. Now the familiar orange, white and black pattern of his fur drew Baker's gaze.

Casey had been part of Baker's class since the third grade when the cat had moved to the area from out of state. Baker didn't remember where, but the cat had integrated into the class quickly and joining the jocks when he showed that he was a capable football player. He played each fall, kept his grades up and never got in trouble. It was easy to see how Baker hadn't taken any notice of him, he was very average and stayed out of the lime-lite.

Baker began to watch him.

There was no sign that Casey was gay or would be interested in him in any way. He dated on occasion, always the left over girls that didn't manage to grab the more popular members that were struggling to fill the void that Jeffrey left. They hadn't realized just how much he had carried the team and they were suffering.

The season had gone poorly those first few months and the football team was knocked out of the state league early and ended the season short. That upset many who were expecting a longer and more exciting strong of games and not just being steam rolled.

Baker found Casey after their last game, which was home and had been their last chance to stay in the season. They lost, though not as bad as many of the other games. The game had started in the Knight's favor as they got an early lead. They managed to get past the Raleigh Riders' defense and score a touchdown. The Riders made a touchdown a few plays later and much of the game was back and forth, neither side able to pull ahead until the current quarterback of the Knights, Cory Miller, Pulled a muscle in his calf and had to be taken out. He was replaced by an inexperienced extra and the game quickly fell apart there.

Unable to make anymore touchdowns, the Riders quickly pulled ahead during the last quarter and took the game.

The team shuffled off of the field and took a breather off on the sidelines where Baker found Casey, much in the style he came across Jeffrey after he had lost a basketball game.

Casey was sitting on a bench and drinking from his water bottle, he had it hovering over his mouth, a steady stream of water squirting into his mouth. He down the bottle and wiped his mouth when Baker approached him.

"Sup." Baker said as if he wasn't there to try and seduce him. It was odd and something that Baker wasn't familiar with. All past relationships had simply happened naturally and now he was trying to force one where one may not exist.

Casey looked over his shoulder, turning his body since his pads prevented him from completely turning his neck to look. "Hey." He said, not entirely sure who Baker was. He recognized him and knew that he was in his class, but not much more.

"So, that's it?" Baker asked. "The season's over?" Baker stuffed his hands into his jacket and tried to act normal. He kept having doubts at the back of his mind, that Casey would just blow him off right away since they were practically strangers.

"Yeah." Casey said, uninterestedly and stared across the field at the other team. The Riders, in their brown and red uniforms were in a big huddle, hooting and chanting.

The disinterest was almost enough to make Baker give up, but he willed up enough courage to stick around. "What now?" He sat down on the bench and observed the other team. They were breaking up now and heading to the bus, most likely to head off to a restaurant where they could properly celebrate. There wouldn't be any restaurant that would be offering discounts.

"Well..." He set his helmet down and tousled his hair, his ears were slightly bent after being in the helmet for so long. They would reform in a few hours. "Some of the others are going to go eat, but I think I'll head home. The duty bus will be here in an hour, I'll take that." It was Baker's opportunity.

"I have a car." Baker had managed to convince his parents to let him drive the spare car, a small sedan that his father had long before he married his mother. It was old, but reliable. "I can take you home." Baker wringed his hands together in his pocket.

Casey thought it over, contemplating if he should take the offer. He recognized Baker, but couldn't quite put his finger on it, but that was enough to convince him to go ahead and take the ride. It was someone from school just offering a ride to a football player who just lost a game, nothing really suspicious. "Sure, I'll take that ride."

Baker led Casey to the car that, now that Baker had Casey with him, looked a lot less impressive with its chipping paint and small dents. He apologized for the appearance and Casey pointed out that he didn't even have a car. His parents were overprotective in every way. He told the story on the ride to his house which was only a few blocks away from where Baker lived.

The football gear was thrown in the backseat and Casey sat up front with Baker with only his undershirt and a pair of shorts on. He smelled foul, drenched in sweat and the windows were rolled down to air out the car. It would take a fair amount of febreze to get the car smelling normal again, but the air flow as Baker drove down the well lit streets was enough for now. The two talked the entire way and somehow the conversation went to Casey's family and why he didn't have a car.

Casey's parents had trouble having children. His father was sterile, or rather mostly sterile and that led to years of unsuccessfully trying to have a child. The parents had planned to start a family when they got married twenty years earlier, but it took two years before Casey's mom got pregnant with him and that was after visiting a fertility doctor for a few months. They considered Casey a blessing from god and were deathly terrified of losing him in any way. Casey didn't have a bike growing up, had few toys and was largely confined to the house until recently.

Casey had managed to convince his parents before he moved here, after a heated and drawn out argument, that he was growing up and that they couldn't protect him from everything. They agreed to let him try for sports and have more freedom. It was why Casey was so disappointed that the season was over, he had planned to use as much freedom as possible to enjoy what he had. It seemed that his parents prevailed this time. He didn't know if he would be able to try for any more sports. He wasn't good at basketball or baseball. He could try for track since he was sure he could find some event that he was good at, but it was up to his parents.

"They frustrate me sometime, even though I know they love me." Casey said and slumped back into the seat. He had said much more than he had intended to during the ride, but he had to just get it off his chest and Baker was a good listener. It was refreshing to just let it all out.

"I don't know the feeling." Baker responded, turning onto Casey's home street. The houses were a bit on the poor side unlike Baker's own home. "My parents have always been pretty relaxed with me. As long as they knew where I am or who I'm with, they're okay with just about anything I do." Baker didn't intend for it to come out like bragging, but it did. Casey's ears lowered and Baker immediately regretted saying anything, he should have just kept listening.

"Lucky." Casey said as the car came up to his house. It was a two story building that at one point had been one of the houses built during the golden age of the fifties. It wouldn't be hard to find a photo of what it looked like when it was first built. It was the standard design that one could find in any old magazine, four windows, one door, perfectly symmetrical with a square lawn and a single path leading up to the door. It was older now and needed renovation that it wouldn't get since this part of the neighborhood had become a lower middle class, higher lower class area where workers for the local factory lived.

"I guess this is your stop." Baker set the car to park and set the parking brake. He got out as Casey did and helped him take his gear out. Casey went inside and Baker left soon after. It was a start, even with his unnecessary comment about how much better his parents were.

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At this point, you're probably wondering how this turned so bad. How did this simple and very innocent attempt by Baker to find a replacement for Harry turned into something that Baker is so scared of that he has actually gone on vacation while I wrote this.

Yes, he had to leave the state while I wrote this. He wants nothing to do with these memories and I doubt that he'll even read this. He trusts me enough to know that I won't write anything beyond what he asked of me. Still, it's concerning to see how much this hurts him. Let's get back to the story.

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Baker continued to stick around Casey, he took it slowly, sitting at the same table during lunch, catching him out by the lockers between class. The two became friends after a week and soon Baker found himself within the folds of the jocks once again.

He wasn't as accepted as before since Casey wasn't a big member of the group, but enough of them remembered Baker to let him be in their presence. That sounds a bit rough, but a lot of the jocks were actually jealous of Baker and how much attention he had gotten by Jeffrey. Many had vied for the cougar's attention and Baker had stolen it from them, they didn't forget, but they weren't monsters either. They largely ignored Baker when he went with them to parties with Casey who enjoyed having someone to talk to other than other jocks.

Baker still couldn't tell if he would have a shot with Casey or not, but even if he didn't and they just remained friends, that was fine. The more he was with Casey, the less he thought of Harry. When he was around him, it kept his mind occupied on other thoughts and on the task at hand. The new supply of alcohol that came with being jocks and their suppliers also helped.

Baker avoided drinking much at the parties since he had learned that he didn't handle alcohol very well. He only sipped and stayed close to Casey who drank much more and therefore wasn't bothered one bit by how much Baker stuck with him. The two would chat long into the night and that was where Baker got the feeling that there would be a chance. These parties had chicks at them, lots of them and while many could have used some makeup, many were still very appealing to look at.

Of course, Baker wasn't interested in them, he had his eyes on the well built form that was Casey. Casey on the other hand, should have been all over them, except he wasn't. Even when one of the females, drunk out of her mind, asked Casey for a dance, he turned her down, choosing to keep talking with Baker instead. The vixen was too drunk to really care and moved on to the next available male in sight which was a passed out Doberman on the other couch at this party that was taking place at the house of one of the football players whose parents were out of town. There she also fell asleep, drooling on the chest of the dog.

Casey and Baker joked about how they would react when they woke up. They both agreed that it would either end with the doberman being slapped by the vixen who wouldn't remember wrapping her arms around the dog's thick neck or with them making out. It always seemed to go that way at these kinds of parties with no one sober enough to talk things out, it always went from one extreme to another with no middle ground.

Casey and Baker staggered back to their homes late at night. Baker had to sneak back into his home. His parents were both home and thought that Baker was out watching a movie. He slipped through the front door. His parents were in the living room watching a movie of their own. His mother called to him as he tried to tiptoe up the stairs, asking how the movie was.

Baker had made sure to read up on the wiki about some random horror movie he knew was playing at the local theater and he spouted some plot lines and character names until his mother was satisfied. She bade him goodnight and Baker went upstairs to take a shower and sleep, but not before drinking a large glass of water to help tone down the hangover that he would have in the morning.

From there on, things got better between Casey and Baker. Baker began to go to the gym with Casey three times a week, incorporating his schedule into his own. Baker needed to exercise, he had largely neglected his body the past several years and this change of pace was both good for his health and his chance to sneak a few peaks at Casey in the shower.

Casey wasn't impressive in terms of size. He had a nice, plump sheath that held what Baker imagined to be a barbed cock, much like that of Jeffrey. Under that was a pair of balls that looked like they would settle in a hand nicely, he wasn't large, but he wasn't small either. Baker had to make these observations over the course of a few sessions whenever Casey was washing his face, with his eyes closed. There were a few times when Casey almost caught him, but Baker quickly turned away, facing the head of his shower and looked busy with his shampoo and also to hide any erection he may have.

The gym helped Baker get into his shape. Before, he had a bit of a belly and fat that hung to him around the sides of his legs and a bit on his ass. That gave way to a more toned figure, still a little full, but more form fitting which was a major boost to the hybrid's confidence and the increase in testosterone also had another unexpected side effect. It turned out that during puberty, a dragon produces a much larger amount of hormones to incur growth. Baker's wolf side didn't need as much hormones and that stunted some growth which got a kick-start from the exercise. Baker's wings really came in about a month after he started his workout routine. The small, pitiful pieces of leathery material stretched over his bony protrusions grew out to about a meter and half a piece. It was a major confidence boost. They were a little on the small side still, but definitely still within normal now.

This was the last bit of confidence that Baker needed to make his move. He and Casey went to a bar that the jocks were already at and that was where Baker made his move.

I warn you readers, the next part isn't the most pleasant and it the source of most of the distress that Baker has over his relationship with Casey. I would understand if you didn't read on.

It was late. The night was growing old and the bar was starting to clear out when Baker, somewhat inebriated, pulled Casey aside.

"Look." Baker wobbled and struggled to get onto the bar stool. Casey choose to stand, he raised two fingers to the barmaid who nodded and went off to fetch two more drinks. "We've been hanging out a lot and I have a question for you."

Casey didn't say anything, though his eyebrow did raise slightly. He didn't object so Baker went on.

"I've been trying to figure something out." The barmaid came back and handed the drinks to Casey who grabbed them by the top and slid one over to Baker who took it in both hands. "You don't seem to date girls much."

"Hold on there." Casey stopped him. "Are you asking if I'm gay?" He didn't sound mad, not even in the slightest.

Baker stuttered. "No... Um... Well... Yes." He finally let out and bit his lip and took a sip of liquid courage. The beer was bitter and made Baker feel a little queasy. He preferred spirits and other clear drinks, he liked the flavor and how they burned the back of his throat over beers and other dark liquors.

Casey laughed out, guffawed really, throwing his head back. Some other patrons looked over, but went back to their drinks once the laughs died down. "You think I'm gay?" He wiped a tear from his eye. "I don't know what you were thinking, but I'm not gay." He took a long drink from his glass and Baker did the same, feeling the tips of his ears burning. The beer was getting better with the more he drank.

"I'm sorry if that offended you." Baker apologized after he downed about half of the glass. He didn't feel right anymore, his head swam a bit as the embarrassment took hold of him. He had butterflies swarming his gut and he felt like he was going to puke.

"None taken." Casey waved the apology off. "You fags are all the same." He grinned when Baker grew still. "Always assuming everyone else who is kind to you are tail-raisers. HAH!" He slammed his glass down.

"What?" Baker tried to play it off as a joke of some sort.

"Oh, yes." Casey grinned, the friendly smile replaced with one that was filled with lies. "I had my suspicions, but you just confirmed it and at the perfect moment as well." His cup was empty and he lifted up the bottom. "My cups empty, how about yours?"

Baker's arm was unsteady, the half filled cup seemed heavy as he looked at the bottom of the glass. His eyes went wide when he saw the mostly dissolved pill at the bottom. He dropped the glass where it landed on the bar top. Baker tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out of his mouth as he stumbled off of the bar stool and took one step before he got a major case of vertigo. He tripped and fell, hitting his head on the ground.

Being unconscious, Baker couldn't recall how he got out of the bar. Other there said that Casey carried Baker out as if he had just had too many drinks for the night and that he was going to take him home. He took him anywhere, but home.

It was the perfect scenario for Casey. Baker's parents were out of town for the week and it was a long weekend.

Baker woke up slowly, his head buzzing from both dehydration and the after effects of the drugs that he had been given. He couldn't remember the events of the last night, nor could he tell if the night was even over, he was in a dingy room with no windows. It looked like someone's basement and one that hadn't been used in a while. There was the distinct smell of mildew in the air and it was mostly empty minus a broken washing machine that sat off to the side, it's door slightly ajar.

There was a single door leading to the room. It was closed and didn't have a door knob on it, instead it had a metal plate where there was a bolt on the other side making it a door that locked from the outside.

Baker was on a mattress that seemed new, or at least not very used. He was tied up, his hands and feet bound together with a rope leading from his hands to a bar that was mounted on the wall, stopping him from moving too far away. He was also stripped of his clothes, leaving him cold in the dank, stale air. His clothes were thrown off to the side and just out of reach.

The hybrid was scared out of his mind. He didn't know where he was or why he was there, though as more time went on and Baker recovered, he began to recall what had happened. He began to struggle against his bonds which dug into his skin, rubbing them raw. They were tied tightly and the more he struggled, the tighter they got. Baker strained against the rope, he squirmed and wriggled, trying to get one hand free, but it was no good, the knots that secured him were too well made.

"You can't get free." Baker stopped, panting from the exertion and glared at the tabby as he opened the door and walked in. There was a deadbolt on the other side of the door. Even if he had broken the bonds, there was no way for him to open the door. "You're all mine."

"Let me go." Baker demanded and wrapped his tail around his midsection, very aware of how naked he was.

"I don't think so." The cat had the key to the dead bolt in his hand on a key ring. He twirled it on his finger, the clinging noise it made echoed around the room. "I'm going to keep you here and teach you a lesson."

Baker didn't follow. "Lesson? What lesson? What did I do?" He pulled a bit at the bonds more, not trusting the cat's eyes which would occasionally move down his body eating him up in ways that he didn't appreciate.

"Lesson for being the fucking queer you are." Casey charged forward, grabbing Baker by the arm and pushing a hand down on his bare chest and pinning him to the floor. Baker's wings were caught at a bad angle and he cried out in pain. "I saw you taking peeks at me in the shower. I noticed the advances you made on me." His face was contorted in fury. "Fucking disgusting to be your eye candy." His grip tightened, actually hurting Baker.

"I'm sorry." Baker was crying now. If he had known that Casey was going to be like this, he would have stopped a long time ago, but he didn't know. There was never any real sign, no outward showing of disgust or discomfort.

"No you're not." Casey growled, almost hissing. "If you were, you would have stopped. You kept looking, groping me with your eyes." He bared his teeth, moving his face mere inches from Bakers. "I bet you get a hard on from me. I..." He was livid at this point. "I can't even." He shoved Baker down hard to push himself back onto his feet where he began to undo his belt. "If you want it so bad. I'll give it to you, faggot."

Baker kicked his feet, pushing himself to the corner of the mattress, trying to get as far away as he could from this madman. He shook his head wildly. "No." He begged. "No. NO. NOOO."

The pants dropped along with the cat's underwear, revealing that sheath and pair that Baker had once fawned over. Now they brought terror to him. He never wanted this. Casey didn't both taking off his shirt as he kicked off his pants and strode over to the petrified teenager. Dragons were supposed to be strong, wolves were supposed to be brave, Baker was neither at this point.

Rough, unforgiving hands, claws still out, grasped at Baker's whimpering form. Despite his protest, Baker was turned onto his stomach, revealing his rear to the cat.

"Isn't this what you wanted?!" Casey said as he grabbed Baker's tail. "Isn't this what you fucking queers dream about?" He lifted Baker onto his knees by the tail which was not, by any means a handle. The pain was excruciating and nearly made Baker pass out.

The tail was then pulled up. Baker's tight pucker was revealed for all the world to see. The whole world was Casey at this time who ground his crotch into Baker's ass. He let out a soft moan, obviously aroused by the stimulation. Baker could feel the barbs of the cat's cock and Baker whimpered.

"Shut up." Casey hit Baker across the head with the back of his hand. "Fuck." He groaned as he gave Baker another grind and tried to push into him with no lubrication of any kind.

The barbs, dry and rough, grabbed at the Baker's sensitive skin, it was like sandpaper as he was forcibly entered. Baker closed his eyes and pushed his face into the mattress. A hand pushed his head down as the cat slowly began to push himself into him. Baker's ass was on fire. Without lube, he was afraid that his skin would tear.

Red flared around Baker's vision as Casey finally hilted and then pulled almost out. There was a moment of relief before Casey, in one savage shove, hilted again. Baker bit into the mattress, biting chunks of it out as his wings contorted from the pain. He felt the barbs rake along his insides, more like claws that made him sick to the stomach.

Casey grabbed both sides of Baker's thighs, draping his limp tail over his shoulder and went to town with no regard to how much pain he was causing. He pounded the hybrid's ass with reckless abandon. Each thrust slapping into Baker's behind and the pull out made a noise more akin to a squeegee than anything else. He was enjoying himself more than he cared to admit.

Baker's eyes teared up, streaks running down his muzzle. He focused on the small lapses between the pullout and and the vicious plowing. There was a small moment of relief where the pain was bearable, only just, it was how he got through it until the end.

Casey finished with a growl, biting onto Baker's tail with his sharp incisors. He blew his load into the abused hole and immediately pulled out and dropped the defeated Baker onto the mattress. "That's how it's done, bitch." Casey laughed and put a toe under Baker to roll him over.

Baker coughed between gasps, he had been breathing so hard that his throat was dried up and his vision was blurry was crying. His wrists were rubbed raw from the strain that they took. All in all, Baker was left a mess of his former self.

"Now listen carefully." Casey pulled his pants back up and then kneeled down next to Baker. He pulled a pocket knife from his pants and cut his bonds around his wrists. "If you tell anyone..." He waved the knife around. "I know people who will take this much farther."

Baker didn't respond, he just laid there. He was too tired, too sad.

"I want you back here tomorrow after school." Casey told Baker. "Every day." He patted Baker on the side of the face and smiled. "And bring lube."