Everything had to be perfect.  Mocha had fluffed his tail, combed his fur, picked out his lucky pair of white briefs, and chosen his least nerdy looking shirt.  The red fox was ready for an exciting first day at a new high school.  He looked so much like the textbook cool kid, that it wrapped around to nerdy again.  Joining a few weeks into the year couldn't be that bad.  Hopefully, he would make a friend.  Just one would be nice.

Mocha swaggered his way up to the school doors.  He had his bag over one shoulder hoping he projected confidence.  His heart raced with nervous excitement as he watched all the furs around him.  So many potential friends and some were even looking over at him.  He felt lighter than air.  He felt like he was floating.  His feet had been left behind, and the floor was approaching.  Panicking,  Mocha let out a shriek and smacked right into the hard floor sliding across it till he landed near the center of the entrance hall flat on his face.

With a grown and his head spinning, Mocha tried to pull himself up. He felt shaken up maybe a bit bruised but otherwise fine. What actually hurt was the sound of laughter around him.  It was crushing.  He didn’t even get 3 steps into school and now so many furs first impression of was this.  Hot tears build up in his eye and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry.

"Watch where you’re going nerd!" Said a deep voice behind him.  A midnight blue snow leopard stood tall above the fox on the floor and Mocha struggled to look up at him.  He gawked, muzzle agape, at the leopard.  Something about how his band shirt stretched skin tight across his muscular chest made Mochas fur stand on end.  He wore a leather jacket over it and jeans that made him look right out of an 80s biker gang. His yellow cat eyes were watching Mocha with malice.  He looked way cooler than Mocha even hoped to, and made it look effortless.

Mocha rubbed his eyes.   He sat up better on the floor to faced this cool guy.  "I guess I should-" He started to say looking up with an awkward smile.  The moment Mocha met his gaze; this guy looked away with a twitch of his upper lip.  Mochas smile dropped, then he noticed how this guy was standing.  His outstretched foot paw was obviously what tripped him.  Being tripped like that, it would just be cruel and Mocha refused to believe that of anyone.  

"Vix, you gonna get in trouble for this." a nearby hyena said to the leopard.

"Fuck off.  I will fuck him up as much as I want.  You gonna stop me?"  The leopard said with a snarl and a grimace showing off his sharp teeth.  He raised  his fist covered in sharp claws to the hyena.  They went pale.  Mocha watched intently.

The bell rang and the leopard looked at it for a second.   It was enough for the hyena to disappear into the sudden commotion of furs shuffling around to class. The claws stayed in Mocha’s mind, dancing.  He pictured the claws scraping against him and it sent a shiver down his spine.  Perhaps he was wrong.  

The fox got to his knees and was picking up his bag when the leopard's foot paw kicked it.  It slid far across the floor.  Mocha dove to catch it instead ending up flat on his face again.  A flemmy sound and a woosh preceded a wet glob of spit hitting the side of his muzzle.  A breathy snarl of a laugh resonated as the leopard’s tail, spotted with light blue rings kicked dust into his face as Vix walked off.  The bag hit the far side of the entrance hall with a thud. 

Mocha lay there in shock for a while.  The slime on his muzzle felt warm, and slimy.  It was discussing to have been spit on.  He felt it, he knew it, but it was like a fact he read once and disagreed with.  Vix scared him but also fascinated him.  He couldn't help thinking about his teeth, and claws and fur.  Getting up, he shook his head.  What a way to start the day.

---

The rest of the morning didn’t go well.  After arriving late for his first class.  Mocha tried to melt into the background.  So he got to experience first hand, the embarrassment of being forced up to the front of class to introduce himself.  His fall must have spread if the sniggering was anything to judge by.  Vix wasn’t in his class at least.  That was probably for the best.  He couldn’t get the thought of him out of his head.  It made his stomach turn.

After sitting alone at lunch Mocha dropped his bag off at his locker and took a quick detour to the bathroom.  He hadn’t peed all day and really needed to go.  The bathroom was at least not too gross.  As far as boys rooms in high schools go, he had seen worse.  Here at least some of the stalls had doors, and most of the urinals looked liked they worked.  It was empty, but as usual for him,, he chose the far corner urinal.  He undid his belt and pulled his undies and pants down just a bit, letting his tiny sheath poke free of the waistband, and happily peed.  He savored this quiet moment and sighed with relief.  So far it was the high point of a miserable day.

The rowdy sound of loud jocks echoed around the room as the door swung open.  "Ya, be out in- na might be a bit." a familiar deep voice said.  A metallic click, like a door locking made Mocha's body tense.  He leaned into the urinal and pretended the giant looming danger wasn't approaching.  He peeked.  A look and unfortunately confirmed his tormentor from earlier was approaching.  The leopard unzipped his jeans and slid into the urinal right next to Mocha.  "Sup nerd"  He said, his voice echoing around the vastly unoccupied space.  Vix cracking his shoulders which reverberated menacingly too.  "Fuck, I need this pisssss" He growled.

Like a waterfall, the sound of a roaring flow of piss emanated from Vix's urinal.  The splash was so sudden and so loud, it made Mocha’s ears twitch. Without thinking, his head turned to look. His innocent eyes he saw a soft monster of a pink cat dick pissing a thick yellow stream.  He quickly looked back down.  The dick stayed deep inside him.  He Imagined it gripped by those huge clawed paws.  He tried to imagine anything else, he only saw the deep uncaring look from when their eyes had briefly met before.  

He needed to do something.  "Hi!" He said not daring to look over at the leopard.  "I'm Mocha, you must be Vix.  I think we met earlier."  The words had barely left him and he already regretted them.  

The paw that had tripped him tapped a few times.  "You think your funny nerd?" Vix said through his sharp teeth.  

Suppressing every urge to run "N-No.  I just wanted to make friends. You pee loudly" Why did he say that?

The leopard stopped pissing.  His face flushed, showing a hint of red in his checks through his dark glossy fur.  A tense few seconds passed in silence.  "Fucken friends with a nerd like you?  Need me to spell it out you fuck?  I fucked you up with one paw, and I'll fuck you again if I want.  Fuck!"  The last word echoed around the room, swallowed by the sounds of Vix piss again.  

Even more jumpy now, Mocha couldn't stop himself from looking directly at the pissing dick.  This time he got a better look and it did something to him.  He could not stop staring at this terrifying fur's dick.  It was beautiful and barbed and pissing hard.  He willed himself to look anywhere else, but he just got stuck, open muzzled and dumbstruck.  Somewhere anywhere else.  He looked up, and met the manacling yellow eyes looking back at him.  

Vix frowned and stopped pissing again.  "Stop staring at my dick you fucken fag" he growled.  

Mocha tried to keep looking up at his aggressor instead of at his delicious looking package. Mocha’s breathing quickened.  Delicious? He was terrified why that thought occurred to him now of all times. The surrounding air smelled of cat sweat and piss, but undeniably agreeable to the terrified fox.  He consumed ever detail of Vix’s soft at least 8 inch hanging dick and deep blue low hanging balls.  His own micro equipment felt even smaller.  

"How fucking dare you.  You thought I was as fucked up as a gay ass fag like you?" Vix said turning to fully face the shaking fox.  He slapped his dick against his paw.  The leopard let his jeans drop and smoothly stepped out of them.  He looked just as intimidating pants-less.  His legs were smooth and showed off his muscular spotted fur.  Each spot wasn't the same dark blue as the rest of his fur, but pure black.  Each circled by a dirty splotchy lightning blue ring.   

Mocha had to do something but he was frozen in fear and other feelings he didn’t want to think about.  He really really didn’t want to have the sudden realization that his first crush was possibly going to crush him.  If he was his first crush then his lack of interest in girls and dating was because he was maybe gay or bi or something.   But he was having these feelings, and denying them he didn't have the time to consider as the huge monster of a jock stepped closer.  This was a big terrifying moment made worse by the unfortunate realization that his tiny knot was pushing it's way out, meaning his dick was exposed and reviling his pathetically small size.   

A loud bang echoed as a powerful paw slammed against the wall.  He had to do something. Mocha held paws in front of his face.  "No, no sorry I didn’t"  the fox cried out backing up two steps to the wall.    His pants fell to his ankles, showing off his tighty whities under his inch long penis.  

Mocha watched through a gap in-between his paws as the yellow eyes of the leopard bore into him.  Vix's dick hardened as it slapped the bullies paw.  "Shut the fuck up fag.  I don’t care how loud I piss, fuck you" He said grabbing his dick more firmly, with purpose, and pissed on the cowering fox. 

Mocha yelped.  His shirt quickly absorbed the warm liquid and started dripping making a musky puddle on the floor and his pants beneath him.  He slumped against the wall, in complete disbelief about his current reality.  The warm yellow piss stream aimed at and soaked his crotch and undies.  His micro penis ticked with an traitorous delight as it was hoed down.  Vix's snarl and a breathy laugh added new depth to his humiliation.

His insides boiled, and his internal scream manifested.  With a huge effort control any part of him to not just shake incoherently, he opened his muzzle to scream and instead found himself moaning out all of his discomfort, embarrassment and fear at once.  It was drowned out seconds later by the stream of piss moving to his mouth.  New horrors filled him as the fowl liquid struck his taste buds.  It was so revolting, it pushed him to thrash and shake his head.   Anything to turn away and avoid more.  

Deep inside of him he enjoyed it.  He got another mouthful. His tiny cock jumped with the taste and wanted more. So much more.  His horny mind, full of hidden dark desires and ignored gay thoughts had experienced so much it wanted to enjoy that barrios unknown to even himself took over.  Mocha felt everything.

"Hah, even fags have dicks."   Vix laughed still pissing as hard as ever.  He had soaked Mocha head to toe as best he could.   "Still a fuckup.  A stupid fuckup like all fags."  He said angrily.  He spit on the fox again.  

Mocha cried.  He could hardly breath and felt horrible in so many different ways.   Inside him, that warm, where he enjoyed this grew.  It scared him, but the feeling grew.  The mix of pain, humiliation, intimidation.  To an extreme degree, he had experienced all of it today.  It overwhelmed him.  His fur stood up and his tail wagged.  Sulking in the corner getting soaked by the god in front of him.  All thought stopped and he gave up understand what was going on.  Everything felt too hot, humid and freezing cold.  He shouted out in a shaky voice "I’m a f-f-fucked up f- f- fag! Thank y-you f-for P-pissing on me!"  Saying it felt like nothing else.  They were words from deep inside him.  Deep truths brought to light.  Under a crushing torrent of shame, he felt empowered.  It made him squirm and shutter.  His crotch burned with intense relief and released in a hugely shameful display.  

White jets of cum shot out of the tiny fox dick, and landed on the feet paws of his aggressor The leopard jumped back in shocked.  He looked horrified.  Mocha moaned and cowered still in another world.  He covered his face with piss drenched paws, buckling more dribbles of sticky white slime landed in the puddles bellow.  Vix snarled, narrowing his eyes in rage.  

---

The fox flailed pitiful.   Held by the scruff of his neck, Mocha was unceremoniously plunged into a cold water of one of a toilets.  "What the fuck is wrong with you?"  Vix yelled as the fox struggled against him.  

The remainder of the leopard’s bladder cascading off of the back of his head.  The water had been cold and at least as clean as a somewhat neglected high school bathroom toilet can be. The pee warmed the fox up.  It was much warmer than the toilet water and made him feel closer to his bully. Thrashing against the paw, he tried to breath.  Mocha 'accidentally' swallowed a big gulp.  It tingled pleasantly on his tongue.  He was hooked, and it still tasted terrible.

Like a hurricane, the sound of rushing water surrounded him.  The water level went up, and swirled around his head as the toilet flushed.  Strong currents of pissy and unpleasant toilet water pulled his face fur in every different direction.  Shaking, his only worry was that a swirly would make him cum again.  He loved it.  How overwhelming it was, how horrible, how messed up his fur would be.  It was horrific, he wanted to cry again but from joy.  Vix's paws held him down.  It was so personal, maybe even romantic.  

"Who the fuck cums like that you fuck" Mocha heard Vix yell over the rushing water.  The leopard griped the back of his tighty whities.  His lucky undies.  They felt slimy and wet, with piss and dribbles of his cum and it burned his scrotum and taint as the fabric got yanked back.  His tiny balls felt like they were crushed up against him.  It hurt so much, he couldn't hold back moans.  It felt right, like he deserved it and wanted more. 

"You liked that faggot?" The leopard asked as he grabbed the toilet soaked fox by his head fur.  

Mocha breathed heavily as the piss toilet water cascaded across the stall.  So close, and so utterly controlled by Vix, he couldn't help but shake fiercely.   It was obvious, he didn't like this.  He couldn't like it.  He cried out "Yes I love-" A sweaty something got showed into his muzzle.  Mocha's eyes widened as the taste hit him.  The sweaty taste started terribly, but as his wet muzzle soaked it, the taste expanded to be unbearably terrible.  Whatever it was it was like the piss mixed with dirt, sweat perhaps?  Thankfully, he didn't get to dwell on it or what he had tried to say, as the burn of wet undies against his taint burned again leaving him only with thoughts of pain.

Vix pulled and pulled.  The waistband with what little give it still had gave a pathetic snap as it landed over Mocha's eyes.  The fox's wriggling shakily, barely standing as the snow leopards let go.  With the wedge smushing Mocha's crotch, the streached fabric didn't hid anything as sticky white globs of cum stained and dripped through.  Moans or screams into the fuzzy sweaty gag released the deeper flavors within which only fueled the fox more.  

"Fuck again?  What the fuck is wrong with you."  The leopard said. A sharp pain in his balls and he collapsed to the ground.  Through the pain, Mocha felt the cum leak out.  The pain danced in to the sea of filth his mind had become.  Being kicked in the balls joined the other pain he had enjoyed today.

---
It was very disorienting being blindfolded while experiencing the best and worst feelings he had ever had simultaneously.  He had no idea how long it had been.  At some point, Vix had rolled him over, tied his hands up and moved him.  Eventually, he felt the dangerous touch of claws against his face.  Hoping it would scrape hard into him, he was disappointed that they only slid the back of his undies out of his eyes.  He blinked repeatedly, trying to focus.  

Vix was on top of him.  He frowned. Not in the same angry was as before, but more like he was thinking things through carefully.  They were outside in some ally, probably behind the school.  

"Shut the fuck up fag." He said before the fox had even made a sounds.  Vix turned his phone to the fox and scrolled through pictures. "Do as I say or I will post these everywhere."

They all showed the fox's current predicament very well.  It looked like it was a sock in his mouth.  The other looked to be what was tying his hands behind him.  The piss soaked  pants around his ankles seemed to be troublesome enough that his legs felt useless without Vix even doing anything to them.  The atomic wedgie, all drenched in piss looked as painful as it was.  There were shots of his hard little peen, his flat almost nonexistent scrotum (even before the wedgie, he knew how small his balls were) locked inside the cum stained yellow soaked fabric cage that once was his lucky under ware.  Vix even took a video of him.   Mocha heard how he moaned, cumming his heart out on the bathroom floor.  The pictures and the video were shocking.  He didn’t have time to fully appreciate them when, Vix took his phone away.  

How he locked in those shots did scare him to some degree.  He sucked on his sweaty sock gag lost in thought.  It was a humiliating experience, but he loved the idea thar it could get even more embarrassing.  It was an exiting fear created by this powerful sweaty sexy cat that he couldn’t help but love.  That box had been forced open and it wasn't closing again.  Maybe he was a weird gay fuckup, but  he didn’t care.  This wasn’t blackmail, this was a gift.

A hard slap to the face made him moan.  "Listen fucker."  Vix said.  He held the fox’s jaw and looked into his eyes from inches away.  It was downright romantic.  "You will be fucking silent till I come get you. Like hundred percent.  Got it?"

Mocha couldn't tilt his head down to nod, but "MMMMmm"ed very hard into his sweaty gag.  He would have agreed without the threat, but it was appreciated.  It created a secret they now shared.

"Good," Vix said standing up.  He mumbled to himself.  "Not far..."  He stretched his legs, still impressive even back in pants.  "This is so fucking dumb." He muttered to himself as he picked up the fox easily.  He was held against the solid wall of his chest as the leopard broke into a run.  

They crashed through a door, took some quick turns and then stopped suddenly as Vix fumbled with a combination lock.  Mocha wanted to stay pressed on that chest forever, but a final click and Mocha was pulled away.  

Practically thrown, Mocha only got a brief look at the locker, filled with sports gear, before he became part of it.   Cups, jocks and a mess of gym shorts and shirts surrounded him as the forceful paw of his bully slammed him from behind.  The locker smelled like the sock tasted.  Similarly, the initial wave of the locker was equally overpowering.  Various soft musky smelling fabrics presented slightly different kinds smells, but they all felt like Vix’s scent.  With another shove, he got very acquainted.  Again and again he got shoved, pushed on by the door and the bully slamming it.

Mocha trying to be a good boy for its own sake and tried to be quite small enough to fit .  It kind of was working.  Each push, things tightened around him, squeezing him into the locker. 

"Fuu-Hey Coach" Vix said as he shoved the locker again.  Mocha flinched, he should not be enjoying this.  The risk might have gotten to him.

"Missing class again?" A gruff voice from beyond the locker asked.

"Fucks it matter?" Vix responded slamming into the locker again.  Mocha was banged about but stayed extra quiet.  

"Look I heard about the new kid today, the fox?" The coach said.  Mocha stopped breathing.  Having his nose in musky Vix gear wasn’t helping.  "No one mentioned names, but well."  

With another slam, the locker finally closed.  It would still have been cramped if it was empty.  The metal walls squeezed him from all sides. Every time he breathed, which had to be through his nose, he breathed in directly from what was probably a well used jockstrap. whatever it was, it was welcome.  The fox could hardly move, but he didn’t need to.  He felt drunk on musk.  

"Ya, I... I'm handling it." Vix said.  He sighed and rested against the locker.   "I won’t fuck this up."

"I hope so.  If this behavior keeps up, I would hate to see you expelled.  And knock off that language.  Been hearing that you use the other F word, and well, I know it's a reclaimed slur but-"   The coach said.

"I'm not gay!" Vix slammed his paw into the locker.  Rattling Mocha really hard.  He really really wished he could moan verbally right now.  He might have leaked it was hard for him to tell. 

"Then you shouldn't be saying it.  It can be really offensive.  Several of your team members are gay and, well, I just don't want to see you in trouble for it." The coach said.  Silence hung in the air uncomfortably.  "Clean up your locker too.  I can smell it from here." The coach said.  

"Ya, will come back after school and clean it out." Vix shouted.  "Not a sound fag, not a fucking one. Be back in a few hours" he whispered.  Mocha head him punch a nearby locker, But that was the  last he heard of the leopard for a while.    

---

This far into his crash course with his own sexuality, Mocha was not surprised to discover the real torture was being quiet.  He would have grinder on and huffed everything in that locker his nose could reach, if he wasn’t worried about moaning loudly.  Given the constant head-rush he experienced just being in here, he likely came several times regardless without even noticing.   Quietly, he enjoyed his time in smelly heaven and eventually adjusting to it, until it became his new normal.  

People came and people went.  He couldn't focus much on anything except keeping as quiet as he could.  

It had been silent outside the locker for a while when he heard someone come by and finally open the locker.  Mocha fell out in a crashing wave of stuff right into Vix's arms.  Vix immediately flinched back and Mocha fell again to the floor.  A sweat stained t-shirt broke his fall and he sniffed it happily.

"Been quiet? Shit…" He said kneeling down and ungagged Mocha.  He tried to undo the sock handcuffs he had made earlier, but got frustrated and just clawed through them.  "You better keep quiet about today. Got it fag?" 

Mocha's head swirled a bit from the nonstop musk, and was adjusting to normal air again.  He corked out a "Ya."  

Vix grabbed the fox by the neck and brought him to his feet but didn’t let go.  Vix held him up and looked him up and down.  He considered the now musky smelling fox with a narrowed gaze.  "Fuck it." He said and violently disrobed the fox. His pants were thrown across the locker room.  Mocha's shirt and the undies still in a wedgie didn’t make it.  Vix clawed at both destroying them in seconds.  They fell off of the fox in ribbons leaving the feeling of claws grazing his skin across his chest, back and butt.  Naked and a bit afraid, he covered his tiny cock and balls with one paw.  "Fags know how to suck cock right?" Vix asked coldly.

Mocha stammered, legs outstretched trying to reach the floor.  "I guess, I don't. I didn't think I was gay until, until..." his jaw dropped.  It was back.  Seeing it again, he was sure.  That cock had been his gay awakening earlier that day.  

Vix's pants slid off, leaving him again bottomless.  It was a look that worked so well on him.  Right in front of the fox was his pink barbed beautiful dick.  It hadn’t been this hard before in the bathroom. It was almost wider than his muzzle and at least 11 inches long.  More importantly, it was aimed right at him.  

Without any buildup, Vix slammed the fox forward onto his monster as far as he could.  Mocha’s throat was stretched wide before he even realized what had happened.  He was dragged around unable to put up any resistance.  He gagged and choked at the sudden experience of being full of invading cat meat.  It didn’t stay long as the barbs scraped inside him and pulled out to his maw only to be pushed back in.  This wasn’t like those blowjobs he had seen online. Blowing sounded like it was the sucker doing, well, sucking.  This was only brutal insertion.  His face being fucked. 

Vix showed no care to the fox.  He just slamming into them aggressively like his maw was a toy that just happened to have the rest of the fox flailing underneath.  He didn’t even look down. He stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the fox as much as he could.  

Grasping at open air.  Floor, wall, anything.  His only option was in front of him.  He gripped weakly at Vix’s shirt.  Abs rolled underneath.  They worked to use his full body’s strength continue this torment.  Vix didn’t seem to notice, and just kept going.

Mocha’s whole world became that dick.  Even the abs above, the balls bellow were hazy and unimportant.  Only that cock and it's destruction of him mattered.  The intense abuse his throat experienced was yet another new pleasurable pain he was introduced to.  It hurt and burned wonderfully.  He was pulled in and out on the leopards crotch as fast as the leopard could make it.  He had long since gagged, and was gurgling, and bubbling.  It coated the dick completely in his throat slobber.  The distress sounds coming from the fox unconsciously. His thoughts had been fucked out of him.  They had no effect on Vix anyway.  He had not choice but to power through.  

Given up on breathing, he felt his own needs rise.  One of his paws begin to furiously play with himself.  Having only used his throat for the mundane acts like eating, it's current use as a dick receptacle was unique.  It might have been it's true calling as now that the shock was over, he started to enjoy it.  Slowly, his body was getting the idea.  His tiny inch was hard.  With two fingers, he gripped it, and stroked as well as he could.  The lightest touch was overwhelming after his hours of constant horny without being able to reach it.  The dick sliding fully out of him at that moment felt like a cruel twist of fate.

As suddenly as it began, Vix pulled out of Mocha.  The fox coughed and caught his breath.  "Fags eat ass." Vix stated like it was an order.  He looked downright feral.  It was like his dick was in control and it was telling him all the pleasurable things he could squeeze out of the fox.  The thick mucus throat slobber shined on his dick as Vix stroked himself in the fox's face.

Mocha shook his head trying to process one thing at a time.  He didn't stop playing with himself, and instead kept his eyes fixed on Vix's slowly playing with himself too.  "Ya, just give my throat a sec." he said with a bit of difficulty, and hacking up some sticky spit.  

"Just fucking do it." Vix said, as he pushed the fox down on one of the locker room benches and held him there with a paw on his chest.  The light's from above were bright, and like an eclipse, Vix's ass blocked it.  It waited there hanging like a threat which might have been worse.  At this point Mocha could not believe this wasn't a sick twisted fetish; Him getting off on the trauma it caused too.  He hoped so, because the other side of that coin was very fun.

Scared, horny, and fully aware of what was about to happen, he soaked in the leopard's perfect midnight blue moon.   Slowly, it descended and pressed into his muzzle.  Having experienced so much of Vix today, his ass musk was not new, but underrepresented given that the jock his nose had been stuck in didn't wrap this.  Beauty in it's own way, the fuzzy crack between those cheeks was a jungle.  Disgusting didn’t even begin to describe it.  All the fur was sweaty and it had a deeper lingering taste, like Vix had not washed here for years.  Crushed between two muscular mounds, the fox's journey through this helscape of ripe old sweat excited him.  It exerted it's pressure on Mocha getting heavier and heavier.  It had to end sometimes.  Vix only had so much weight.  

He tried to paw off furiously as he began licking as much as he could reach. He worshiped the worst parts of that ass as best he could.  Vix's sudden move shifted things as outside the ass, he grabbed Mocha's paw he was pawing off with.  "too fucken gay.   Hide it.  Ya." He said letting go as Mocha did his best to cover his neediness with his paw instead.   The slapping sounds of Vix stroking himself came through to him just fine and made his ordered chastity a hard order to follow.  He wasn't fully sure why he wanted to comply.  It wasn't fear so much his own sick enjoyment of the denial.

The cheeks pulled apart and the fox's muzzle slid deeper until his nose hit the base of the cavern.  Cautiously, his tongue reached out and made contact with the sphincter.  It was a moment to celebrate as far as he was concerned.  On par with finding a long lost treasure in a wild untamed jungle.  Having never done this before, he had no idea if any of what he was doing was ‘the right way’.  He just sucked and licked and did whatever to consume the sweat and tangy taste of Vix's hole.  He was determined to be the best he could even if it was thankless.  He was doing it for himself and it felt empowering.  It compounded with that realization about not masturbating for himself and everything fell into place.  He was in control.  He had been in some amount of control since at least being shoved in the locker!  He pushed his tongue as much as he could through the tight ring of muscle.  It was amazing.

"Oh fuck" Vix yelled out.  Grinding his hole up and down the fox’s face.  The sloppy sounds of him jerking off, were music to Mocha's ears.  "Eat it fag, oh... fuck!" He heard Vix yell out too.  Hs hole tightened briefly right on Mocha’s tongue.  It didn't even hurt.  He tried to match the rhythmic tightening, pushing inwards at every tightening.  His licks, the hole and the sound of Vix's stoking his cock all lined up.  Again, Mocha felt blueballed by the most intense moments being interrupted by things coming to an early end.  

"No, no...no..." Vix stood up leaving the horny fox crying out.  "It's too... gay.  Flip over, ass up fag."  Vix said, and Mocha shut his mouth and complied.  He balanced with his feet paws on the bench along with his elbows.  He looked between his legs and saw his river of pre dripping as Vix align himself with him.

A clawed paw slid across his back and a finger rubbed against Mocha's virgin hole.  He braced himself for what he expected was going very painful.  The paw felt rough and it didn't give him much confidence.  He wished he knew what to do at all.  All he could do was raise his tail and push.  His tail hole felt strange as the paw went away.  He knew furs put dicks in butts, but he had never touched his own sexually, or even seen furs do it. He vaguely remembered something from a health class once that said things should be 'lubed'.  He couldn't imagine anything that big going inside him, even correctly not hurting so hopefully it didn't matter.  

It started fine, but quickly started to hurt.  He felt a pulling stretch, like his butt was being torn apart.  The thick barbed cock head pushed past his tight entrance.  He wanted to enjoy it, he really did.  It hurt, so much.  It was like his whole lower body was on fire.  It was probably good that there wasn't much movement.  Even this was straining him.  Among it all, there was something pushing in.  It was like his penis was being pushed outward.  It was accompanied by even more slimy pre falling under him.   He felt spasms deep inside him.  They spread as far as his legs, but were concentrated in his tail hole.   Each felt like he was hitting a wall.  Vix's dick felt like it was made of steal and 50 feet wide.  The messed up part of him that got so much attention today was there in the back of his mind telling him to lean back. Go deeper.  He felt like it would kill him, and he wanted it so badly.  
 
Vix had wiggled his cock in with difficulty.  Only a few inches made it into the foxes tight hole and he came.  Vix moaned loudly and in a higher pitched voice.  He gripped Mocha's back tightly, claws digging in.  He pushed wave after wave of creamy liquid into Mocha.  Mocha felt sick.  He trembled.  His butt hurt still, but the bloated feeling rolled around inside him.  His penis was rubbed from the inside and a single huge squirt of cum shot onto the bench followed by his entire bladder.  

Vix calmed down from cumming.  With a yelp every time it shifted, he slowly pulled out, twisting slightly his dick.  With a final pull, it popped out.  The hole it left behind gaped and dripped.  He stepped back to avoid yet another puddle created by the messy fox today.

Mocha didn't know what to think.  His head felt so weird still, and so did his hole.  He tried to push out something, and felt a big globs of liquid trickle down his leg.  He carefully grabbed some before it dripped too far down and brought it to his mouth.  He savored the salty, musky, goopy liquid.  It made everything worth it.  

There was an artificial shutter sound. and he saw Vix snapping another picture.  Mocha went from surprise to embarrassment to delighted in a matter of seconds.   He blushed and  went back for more cum.  He licked his paw greedaly, and looked again at Vix.  He realized how much was sticking to Vix's dick and attacked it.  He licked it all clean.  His little tongue stroking everywhere he could.  Not daring to put the whole thing in his mouth, he could cover it piece by piece.  

Again by the neck, Vix ripped fox off.  "Fucken stop being such a fag for a second." He said squatting down to be eye level with the fox.  "Today, including what just happened, didn't fucking happen got it?  Pictures go out if I hear even the slightest hint.  You fuck me, I will fuck you so hard."  They were inches apart, looking into each other.  He wasn't looking away this time, and they maintained eye contact.  

As serious as Vix looked, Mocha couldn't stop himself.  He put on his biggest puppy dog eyes "Promise?".  Even if his butt still hurt like crazy, there was some instinct in him that wanted it really really hard. He was going to be prepared, and oh boy was he planning on getting prepared.

He was flying through the air again.  Falling.? Vix was with him.  Pushing him down. Embracing him.  His head was going to slam into the ground he knew it, but there was a paw there.  It pushed his muzzle towards Vix's  A gaping maw of teeth and a tongue outstretched.  With a thud he was suddenly crushed between the floor and the bulking mass of furry mussel.  Vix's muzzle slammed into the foxes.  Not that he had anything to compare it to, but whatever was happening was less a kiss and more having a tongue forced into his maw; There tongues connected and that part was nice.  With the full weight of the leopard on him, he couldn't breath.  He gasped and did his best to make this work.  It was never how he imagined his first kiss would be.  It might have been terrible, but It fit today, and was improved slightly by the light taste of cum.

Vix pulled away.  He looked scared and looked around as if someone might be there, and rubbed his tongue on his teeth.  With discussed he looked back down.  "Fucking fag.", he said and spit directly into the foxes mouth.  He got up leaned his head on a locker groaning.  

Unsure what to do, the fox lay on the ground and watched for a moment.  "Thanks" He said quietly.

"Fuck off" Vix yelled back. "Just... shower"  He said pointing the way to the showers without looking.

"Ok, I'm gonna go shower." Mocha said, blushing hard as he stumbled off to the showers.  "Poor defenseless fox.  Anything could happen."

The bang of another locker being punched echoed. 

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Mocha tried to be very quick in the shower.

The water soothed his sore throat and tail hole.  He butt was especially fascinating.  The fox used a finger to lightly touch himself experimentally.  It stung, but through the burn he felt a unique buzz.  When it healed, he would for sure be exploring it more.

Next, he focused on his sheath.  His peen had served him well today.  The water rubbed off lots of hardened cum.  It felt good.  The whole day flashed in his head as he circled its tip a few times.  At full length it really was small.  He always was ashamed of that, but now he didn't know what to think.  It was so hot to have a smaller dick.  It layered the embarrassment on.

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Dressed, a laundry bag on his back, Vix waited for him outside of the showers.  He looked terrible.  His eyes were puffy and bloodshot.  Was he crying before?  The mess he had made was cleaned up, and the lockers looked spotless.  

"We leave now" Vix said quietly.  He sniffled.

Mocha raised a paw like this was just another class, "I’m not waring anything "  He gestured to his naked self with a dorky grin.  He had found a dirty towel so was at least dry, but his fur stood up in weird ways.

"Oh, I…" Vix’s gaze flickered to the fox.  He turned away again.  "Just use this" he took off his jacket and passed it to the fox.  

Slipping it on, Mocha looked ridiculous, but it did cover him up.  The leather felt good, the fact that it smelled like Vix made him feel at home.  It covered him enough for the journey to the car.

Mocha bucked himself into the front passenger seat.  He felt calm in a way that he never had before.  Vix on the other hand looked terrible.  He was quiet and Mocha mirrored that.

A phone was thrown at him as Vix started the car and navigated the parking lot.  It was open to a map app, but Mocha backed out of it and made himself a full contact instead.  He held the phone out to Vix, pleased with himself. The map showed his urine soaked undies and gaged face as the destination.  Vix's face twitched when he saw, but silently continued to drive.  Mocha had so many things to say but he didn't think Vix was ready just yet.  He decided to wait for them to speak out.

The drive was quiet.  They sat in silence, besides the odd sniffle from Vix.  Eventually they made there way to Mocha's place turned into the driveway.  

Vix rubbed his face with his paw.  He breathed deeply and finally spoke. "Sorry." He said quietly.  "This was a mistake."  Vix looked out the window, eyes unfocused.

Mocha shrugged "Ok." He said. "I don't think it was, but ok"  He took off the car's safety belt.

Vix looked down and scrunched his face.  "It was.  Your just... Fucked up." He said like he was restraining himself.  

Mocha smiled, "Ya, I’m a fucked up freak of a…." Mocha paused.  He wasn’t comfortable saying it again. 

"Fag." Vix said automatically.  

Mocha nodded.  He then unzipped the jacket and slipped his arms out.  "Things just felt right today." He held up the jacket for Vix to take back, leaving him naked in the car seat. "I hope you find that feeling too."

Vix took the jacket and threw it in the back seat.  "I Dunno."  He mumbled.  "It's so fucked."  He looked at the naked fox like it hurt him and slowly with a shaking paw reached out to the fox. "I’m straight.  Pussy, tits, girls, that shit."

Vix's paw slid along Mochas belly.  It glided over Mocha the claws lightly tracing paths too.  One grazed a nipple, which made the fox yelp.  Down it went to around his butt.  Mocha leaned forward to help and the paw gripped hard.  It was joined by Vix's other paw around his far hip.  Together, they pulled him over to Vix's lap.  His butt cheek was squeezed and kneaded.  While Mocha stared face to fox with Vix who closed his eyes.  The kneading reflected as satisfaction on through his dark fur.   It released for a second before slapping back down hard.  Mocha yelped out.  It didn't compound with the soreness in his hole, but was still too close for comfort.  It stung, and he wanted another and got one. The second was harder and he cried out again.  If this was therapeutic for Vix, Mocha was happy to help.

The deep yellow cat eyes of Vix opened but unfocused, like he was looking through Mocha rather then at him.  "Tiny fucken chicks I can hold down and..." He slapped Mocha on the butt again.  As it collided and Mocha cried out, Vix grunted.  Pushed by claws at his back, Mocha 's nose was pressed against Vix's.  Noses meeting and muzzles opened.  Claws dug into him and the tongues slid together.  Another spank sent shivers and a cry out from the fox, even through the kiss.  The claws on his back slid like it was five huge lines of pain scraping him.  It only took one final slap for him to let loose another time.  

Mocha moaned, stuck in Vix's mouth.  His back, and his ass all hurt and it was wonderful.  But mostly it was this messed up 'straight' boy that had made him fall in love with himself.  He came, rubbing his tiny cock on Vix's shirt.  He felt the chest tense underneath as he launched more spunk onto it.  

Vix broke off the kiss.  Even if it was still in his pants, it was easy for Mocha to spot he was hard.  Vix looked down and that grimace returned.  He opened the door in one smooth motion and threw the cumming fox out onto his driveway.  "Too fucken gay." He said under his breath.

Buckling a bit as he stood up,  Mocha looked directly at Vix and with a grin asked "Promise to bully me again?" He was naked, unafraid, and leaking cum onto the ground.  

"Don’t make this weird fag" Vix said as he struggled to get the cum covered shirt off of him.  He just ripped through it and threw the scraps into the depths of the car and slammed the door.  He drove off leaving the fox behind.  

Mocha sighed and walked up to his front door.  He reached for his keys, only to remember he wasn't waring his pants.  His next though was his phone, which had the same problem.  Mocha shuttered.  He put a hand on his crotch and looked around suddenly aware of how exposed he was on his quiet suburban street.  What a wonderful day.  