Love Hurts (a story about abuse)
By Raider

               Love is sweet. At least that is what Charles thought. Until he was mated to Ricky, love had been. 
                Charles is a nice colored gray wolf, with a black tipped tail. His tail is long and thick, but it didn't touch the ground. Ricky on the other hand was a muscular rust colored wolf. He had a short, stubby tail and he was envious of Charles' tail. That was one of the only reason he went out with Charles, to make him look good. 
                 They were together for about a year when things started to go down hill. Ricky was getting abusive toward Charles. First it was verbal, Ricky would keep saying"Fuck this, fuck that" and acted like he didn't care. Charles was starting to feel low about himself. He wanted to leave in the relationship, but when Ricky found out about it, that is when he hit Charles for the first time. It wasn't a slap, but he hit Charles so hard, that he left an imprint of his body, in the wall. Ricky covered it up with the cabinet and look Charles to the hospital. He ended up staying in the hospital for a few days. He had a few broken bones, a bruised eye and a bloody muzzle. 
                After being in the hospital, Ricky picked up Charles there. In the car, Ricky apologized for what he did and started kissing Charles on his muzzle. Charles liked that and was rubbing Ricky in the crotch. Then Ricky asked," Did you tell anyone about what happened?" Charles had a surprised look on his face and said," No!, I don't go around and tell anyone what happens in our house, that is between you and me." "Good!", Ricky said. Then continued," If you tell anyone, you won't see the light of another day, got it?" Charles was getting nervous and scared. He never seen Ricky like this before. Nothing was said in the car, the rest of the way home. 
               When they rolled up to the house, Charles ran in. Ricky strolled in and heard Charles throwing up in the bathroom. He started laughing. About ten minutes later, Charles came, stumbling out of the bathroom. Ricky said,"Wow, you alright? You were in there for a bit." Charles said,"It must have been the hospital food." Ricky laughed and said."By the way, you must have gotten some on your chin, it's all matted down there." 
                Charles said,"I'm going to lay down, didn't get much sleep in the hospital." As he was walking away, Ricky yelled,"Get your ass back here! I have some work for you. Since you had enough fuckin' rest in the hospital, your work around here is lacking." Charles said,"Are you serious? I'm still not all well." He slapped Charles in the muzzle and said."Is that serious enough for you?" Blood started dripping from his muzzle, but Charles went about his business. He did all the work that wasn't done the past few days. 
                 As Ricky was sitting, watching TV, Charles went into the bedroom, without saying a word. He plopped down on the bed and fell fast asleep. He suddenly woke up when he felt a strong paw rubbing the back of his thigh. He jerked his head up and saw Ricky over him. Ricky said,"You did an awesome job on the ktchen, now time for your reward." He then turned Charles over and undid his pants. Slowly, he slid the pants off Charles and he could see the impression of his long sheath, thru his compression shorts. He then started to rub Charles' crotch with his strong paw. He could feel his dick come out of the sheath. As he himself was getting hard, he ripped off the shorts from Charles. When he looked at Ricky, he could see he was already naked. He expected it though, he always walked around the house naked, unless we had guest. The gray paw rubbed the red sheath, then pulled it down to reveal the length. The red muzzle slid around Charles' dick and he sensuously rubbed his tongue around the length of it. He moaned and Ricky loved it. While still sucking on Charles' dick, he moved around to where his own dick was above Charles' muzzle. 
                 The gray muzzle wrapped around Ricky's dick. Ricky started thrusting his hips as his dick went further into the gray muzzle. Charles could already taste the precum. A load of cum let loose from the gray wolf's dick. Ricky swallower all of it. Charles relaxed his body after that, even though he still had Ricky's dick in his mouth. 
                   The next morning, Charles woke up with a book hitting him in the head. He was faced down on the bed. He tilted his head up and said," What the hell is wrong with you!" Ricky replied," You know what you did last night and I controlled my anger long enough." Charles scurried to the top of the bed, while Ricky grabbed his beautiful tail and pulled out a little fur. Charles pulled his tail back. Charles started running for the door, but Ricky, who was fast, grabbed him and threw him across the room. His right arm hit the dresser hard enough to break it. Ricky then pounced on him and started punching him in the face and muzzle. His gray fur was getting all matted, with the blood on his face. He was getting disillusional. Charles could barely see out of his eyes, they were all puffed out and bruised from all the hitting. The next thing that Charles did and Ricky didn't expect, The gray wolf lifted his leg and kicked the red wolf in the crotch. Ricky rolled over in pain. 
                   As he started crawling toward the door, Ricky grabbed Charles' tail and yanked it very hard. Charles yelped in pain. The last thing that Ricky did was lifting him by the tail and throwing him across the room. Charles back hit the wall and his broken, right arm went thru the window, breaking it. The glass came down on his right arm pretty fast, cutting him up pretty good. He collapsed on the floor and past out. Ricky slammed the door as he left him bleeding there. 
                     Ricky went to his job like nothing ever happened. While lying there, almost dead, Charles was having dreams of him and Ricky being the perfect couple. He was home and Ricky worked at the office, in a suit. Ricky would come home, while he was cooking dinner. Then there was a ring. Charles woke up. Everything was blurry at first. The weird thing is, he can still hear the ring. He was in extreme pain, especially on his right side. He can see pieces of glass sticking out of his leg and his right arm. He realized the ring was his cell phone. In order for him to live, he had to answer that phone. He pulled himself across the carpet, with his left paw.  Every movement he made, he was in pain, but he wanted to live that bad. He got a hold of his pants, from the night before. He pulled them toward him. He was hoping the ring would keep going, but it stopped. 
                      As he placed his left paw on the phone, it started to ring again. He gradually pressed one of his claws on the button to answer it. He found out he couldn't really speak, his muzzle was damaged pretty good. He moaned in the phone for help. 
                       There was a huge crashing noise from the other room. Someone was yelling for him. The bedroom door came open and Steve said," Oh shit, what the hell happened? Steve couldn't get over on how bad he looked. Charles and Steve were best friends since high school. He's the one that told Charles to get out of the relationship. Steve is a white wolf, with black mane fur. As the tears fell from his eyes, Steve lifted Charles' head and placed it in his paws. He picked up the cell phone and called 911. 
                       The paramedics came and told Steve that Charles was still alive, but barely. He rode in the ambulance with Charles. He loved him like a brother, Steve wasn't gay. 
                       A few weeks later, Charles got out of the hospital. This time Steve picked him up. Ricky was in jail, but on something else. While Charles was staying at Steve's place, while he was at work, he was recuperating. His right arm was in a cast. He would try to keep busy, but it was tough. As he was rummaging thru the closet, he found a gun and bullets in a box. He didn't know Steve owned a gun. He grabbed the box and brought it to his room. As he sat on the bed, he loaded up the chamber. He fumbled the gun on the bed. It is quite difficult to do things with his left paw, since he is right handed.  He picked it up and turned the safety off. He put the barrel to his head and pulled the hammer back. He sat like this for about five minutes, then he started to cry. He let the hammer back and set the gun on the bed. He put his head in his paws and continued on crying. 
                        The gun was hidden between the mattress and the boxsprings. Charles didn't say anything to Steve about it. Steve walked in, with his business suit on. Charles ran up to him and said," Why don't we go out to eat, tonight. It'll give me a chance to get some air." Steve agreed. He changed his clothes and Charles put some nice ones on and they left. 
                        As they walked into Maria's Spaghetti Imporium, Charles said," This used to be Ricky and mine's favorite place." Steve replied," We can leave." Charles said," No, no, we can stay, I love it here." They sat down and had a great dinner. Charles said," I need to say something to you and don't interupt, ok? I want to thank you for saving my life, if you didn't show up when you did, I would have bled to death. I never thanked you properly, so thanks." Steve said," Wow! I only done that for you, because you would have done the same to me." Charles blushed. 
                      The bill was paid for and they left the restaurant. Steve did something that Charles didn't expect. He kissed him on the cheek. Charles said," Lets go for a walk, it's a beautiful night, tonight." They walked around the downtown area. They stopped on this bridge. They could see the moon dancing on the water. Steve started rubbing Charles' back. Charles said," What's up with this, you never done anything like this before. I don't want you to change your ways, because of me or what happened." Steve said nervously." I...I just want to protect you. When I saw you on that bedroom floor, I thought I died in there." Charles didn't know what to say, he hugged Steve. As Steve and Charles turned around, Ricky was standing there. 
                     Ricky said," Well, well, well, look at the new lovebirds. I was dying to see this happen." Charles said quickly," It's not like that, we're just friends, longer than me and you." He started moving closer to them. They moved back, away from him. They had to stop at the edge of the bridge and the railing. Ricky said," So, how's the relationship, white wolf, and you, how can you do this to me, after all the shit I been thru." Charles interupted," Shit you been thru? What about me? After all YOU put me in the hospital twice.You are an ass and you think you're better than me? I don't think so!" Ricky charged at them, he grabbed Steve and put a knife to his throat. "What are you gonna do now?" Ricky yelled. Charles reached in his left pocket and pulled out the gun. Steve yelled," Hey, what the hell you doing with my gun, you don't know how to use it." Charles' left arm was shaking, but he was aiming it right at Ricky. Ricky said," Oh, you're bad, now that you have a gun. If I can't have you, than this white bitch can't have you either." Ricky sliced Steve's throat and his white fur turned a quick red. Steve plopped down to the ground, Charles yelled," NO!!!!!" He ran toward Ricky with the gun, Ricky ran toward him. Ricky gabbed the gun while Charles still had it. They were struggling over it and a shot rang out............?