You don’t quite remember how it started. He was the class bully, and you were just another nerd. You hated him for a long time, because he would never leave you alone. You weren’t his only target, but somehow… you seemed to be his favourite. All you remember is one day after school he cornered you in the locker room. His stupid friends were gone, it was just you and him. He looked at you with that smug, predatory smirk that pissed you off so much, and you looked back with, not fear, but white hot rage. The next thing either of you knew, you were both naked. He was on his knees, looking up at your cock with a pleading look on his face. When had you gotten hard? The next thing you knew after that, your cock was surrounded by a wonderful warmth. It took you a while to realize that it was because he had his lips wrapped around it. You don’t know what changed, but somehow.. you’re happy it did. The brute pushed you up against the wall of the cafeteria. Everyone turned to look. “I need that lunch money, nerd. And you'd better have my homework done in my best handwriting” he leaned in closer, and under his breath he whispered 'you like that, don't you? Meet me behind the bleachers at 3. I'll buy you dinner after.' he gave you a subtle grope and then let you go, giving you a death glare as he walked away, change in hand He didn't hit you hard. He never did anymore. It was more a show for everyone else than anything. Still.. a dark part of you longed for the old days.. but not very much. You were hard now, and he noticed. He always did. He feinted at you, just to make you flinch, and then shot you a sneaky wink and walked away, laughing with his friends. What they didn't know, and what really excited you, was how he'd bend over for you later. How you'd bring him to your bedroom and he'd put on a collar and act like a feral for you. And if there was time after all of that, maybe you'd even help him with his homework It still confused you sometimes, how a boy with lips that soft could be so mean. How he could hold you so tenderly when you're alone together, but give you a black eye when his asshole friends are around. He hinted once, after you were done having your fun with him, that his home life wasn't the best. That was okay, you'd said, you could run away together. And until then, he could stay at your house as much as he wanted. He kissed you after that, long and deeply. You kissed him back, and he buried his muzzle in your chestfur. It came away wet. You didn't know what to say after that, but you held him for a very long while. One day, he couldn't hold back for some reason, and started making out with you in an empty hallway. Your heart started pounding hard, he'd never taken a risk like this before. The world melted away, it was just you and him, tongues lashing against each other, nothing else mattered. And then the bell rang, the hallway began to fill up, and in a transition so fast you almost didn't notice the change, he suddenly had you slammed against the lockers, and was making several empty threats. Oh, how you throbbed on your shorts. How deeply you blushed as he roughly let you go. You watched him walk away, trying not to actually drool as ypu laser-focused on that beautiful ass.. the same one that nobody else knew belonged to you, as your heart belonged to him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm such a prick. I don't know why I'm like this." It was funny, you'd been waiting for years to hear those words. You used to cry yourself to sleep, imagining him saying them. But it wasn't what you wanted to hear him say now. You pressed a finger against his lips, cutting off the litany of apologies, and gave him a small, sad smile. You wanted to hear him say other words now, not those ones. He looked deeply into your eyes, you reached out and stroked his face gently. "I love you." There they were. Those were the words you'd been waiting to hear. You smiled at him, and blinked. You tried to say something back, but it got caught in your throat. You blinked, for some reason your face was wet. He held you close. You both felt more safe in this moment than either of you ever had.