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_"Every once in a while I'd have to take a beating, but by then I didn't care. The way I see it . . . everybody takes a beating sometime." _ - Henry Hill, from the movie "Goodfellas"

Levi was looking at the angry stare of his father Donnie right then. Friday was the day that the kids brought home their report cards, and Donnie was not a happy fox when his thirteen year old son brought home a C minus in math. Levi tried to think of some way to get out of trouble, but there was no arguing with Donnie.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Levi," said Donnie. "I expect you to bring home nothing less than a B average. You know that."

"I'm trying as hard as I can," said Levi. "You know I've always had trouble with math. And the rest of my grades were A's."

"I know you have, but you're not applying yourself. You kids today, you're way too distracted with your computers, your cell phones. Electronics, I tell you I'm starting to seem them as the tool of the Devil to get you off the straight and narrow, not like when I was a young kit. Why, we had respect for our elders; knew when to open our mouths and when to keep them shut. Talking out of line was met with a sharp paw right to the muzzle."

Levi had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at his father's speech. He always got like this when the boy brought home what he considered bad grades.

"Take for instance all this sodomy garbage," said Donnie. "Look at what they're telling the kids these days. It's okay to be gay. Utter nonsense straight from the mouth of the Devil. He's gonna lead you right straight to Hell if you follow the wickedness that his servants try to preach here on Earth, and that wickedness is to live as a filthy sodomite. You understand, boy?"

"Yes," said Levi meekly.

Donnie stepped closer to his son. "You stand there and honestly tell me you tried your very hardest, are you?"

"Well, I guess I could have spent a little more time studying, but it's just a really difficult subject for me, Dad."

"So, you're admitting you didn't really tell me the truth earlier, aren't you?"

"I guess so," said Levi, feeling a single tear fall from his right eye.

"You stay right there," said Donnie. The adult male fox disappeared from the living momentarily, only to return with a thick wooden paddle in his paw. He pointed at the foot stool of his chair. "Bend over."

At this point, Levi couldn't hold back the tears. He did as his father told him, bending over the foot stool for his inevitable punishment. Donnie wasn't moved by his son's display.

"You knock that off right now. I was paddled plenty when I was a kit, and I always took it like an adult, just part of growing up and learning to accept responsibility like a real male would."

Biting down hard, Levi felt his tears flowing rapidly as his father brought the dreaded wooden paddle down on his backside, sending loud smacking sounds throughout the living room. The young fox knew that was one down and nine more to go. Ten. It was always ten whacks with the paddle when he got into trouble. His father yelled out with each whack.

"That's for lying to me. That's for bringing home bad grades. That's for letting the Devil be your master. That's for letting the god of this world be your master . . ."

The stinging pain was such that Levi couldn't help but cry out.. Donnie had never been gentle with the paddle, but tonight he seemed especially harsh. Levi's tears only made the adult fox even angrier. Levi's last two whacks were hard enough that not only did he cry, he screamed in pain.

"Now you get up and take yourself to your room. I want you to ask God for forgiveness. I want you to repent and I want you to stop being such a godless little reprobate. You understand me, boy? Now, get going and don't come out until I come get you."

With his backside stinging, burning, Levi ran to his room, his face covered in tears. He threw himself face down in his pillow, crying and yelling.

Levi didn't do anything but lie in bed until his father came to get him. Opening the door to his bedroom, he saw the still angry Donnie standing there, along with his mother and eight year old brother Caleb, both of whom had been told by Donnie to go to the master bedroom while he dealt with Levi.

"The three of us are going out tonight to Ft. Wayne tonight for dinner and shopping," said Donnie. "You would have been going too, even with that inexcusable C minus, but after you decided to bear fall witness to your own father, you can just stay home, and you're butt is grounded for the next two weeks."

"You need to learn that things like that have consequences," said his mother Hannah. "Your father and I feed you, clothe you, put a roof over your head, and you repay us by lying to us. I hope that while you're here alone tonight, you'll do what your father said and beg God for forgiveness. You could actually learn quite a bit from Caleb here."

Levi looked at his little brother Caleb. The eight year old fox shot his older brother a smug look as he wagged his tail.

"Caleb brought home straight A's," said Hannah. "And even if he had a bad grade, he would have came right to us and asked for forgiveness, wouldn't you, Caleb?"

"Sure would," said Caleb. "I know God watches everything I do."

"Good boy," said Donnie. "So, here's what I expect from you tonight: You crack open that math book and do some serious studying. You also better keep asking God to help you with your very serious attitude problem, boy. I don't know why, but I'm going to trust you to do the right thing."

"I will," said Levi, nodding his head.

"I certainly hope so," said Donnie. "What are you waiting for? Get off your lazy backside and get over to your desk and study. You bring home another C minus and we're sending you off to Good Hope Military School next term, you got that?"

"Got it," said Levi, getting up from his bed.

The young fox watched as his father closed his bedroom door. He waited for the right moment. Listening intently, he heard the door to the garage go up , followed by the sound of the family car being started. The car pulled out of the garage and the door went back down. Levi could hear the Doppler effect of the car traveling past the house and towards Ft. Wayne. The young fox got off his desk chair and picked up his math book. With one quick movement, he sent it flying across the room, hitting the wall.

"That's what you can do with your math book, Dad," he said.

Leaving his room, Levi went out to the living room and turned on the television before sitting down on his father's chair. Picking up the remote, he switched it to the satelite music channels and put it on heavy metal, turning the volume up just where he wanted it to be. He didn't stay on the couch long. He needed something to eat, but more than that, he had something he wanted to do, so he had to go out to the kitchen.

Picking up the land line phone, the young fox dialed a number he knew forward and backward by heart. He brought the receiver up to his muzzle.

"Wyatt? Yeah, it's me. Oh no, don't worry, they went to Ft. Wayne and won't be back for hours. Yep. We've got the place all to ourselves. You can come over any time you want."

Not even five minutes passed when Levi heard the doorbell ring. Jumping off his father's chair, he ran over and opened it. There stood a male fox his age, only he had gray fur instead of red. Levi shot him a big smile.

"Come in, Wyatt," he said. "No need to worry. It's just us."

Wyatt came inside. "Jesus, you like the music loud, don't you?"

"Course I do," he said. "Not just because loud music is way better, but because I can just picture my Dad getting super pissed at hearing "Devil Music" as he calls it."

"Still crazy religious?"

"Always," said Levi, shaking his head. "That's all I ever hear out of his mouth is God this, Devil that. You're a sinner. You're a reprobate. You're doing the Devil's work, like he's on an endless loop or something."

"Glad my parents aren't religious," said Wyatt. "I don't know how you deal with it."

"I barely am able to deal with it," said Levi, shaking his head again. "You know what Donnie the Dickhead did to me today after I brought home my report card?"

"The paddle?"

"Of course," said Levi, rubbing his injured rump. "Ten whacks. Ten whacks to drive the Devil out of me and make me study math more. I swear that sick fucker actually gets a rush out of hitting me."

"Sadist?" asked Wyatt.

"Damn right he is," said Levi. "And speaking of sadists, you know what he did, adding insult to injury?"

"What now?" asked Wyatt.

"That sick fuck actually threatened to send me to Good Hope Military School? Can you believe that? After that big investigation that sent those three teachers to prison for molesting boys over the years? My Dad is either crazy or really wants me to get raped by a bunch of whacko religious nuts."

"How you gonna survive five more years of living here?" asked Wyatt. "I sure as hell couldn't do it."

"Don't know," said Levi. "All I know is the day I turn eighteen, I'm outta here. Don't care if I have to quit school and work in a factory for eighty hours a week just to have my own place. I ain't livin' here, and if my Dad puts his fucking paw on me after I'm eighteen, I'm gonna beat the shit out of him."

"I'll help," said Wyatt. "No reason you have to do all the work yourself, you know."

"Thanks," said Levi. "Dad's a pretty big guy, probably gonna need some help getting revenge."

Wyatt smiled at Levi and reached his paw down into his hip pocket. "Almost forgot, guess what I brought with me?"

"You serious?" asked Levi. "Where'd you get it from?"

"An eighth grader," said Wyatt. "He was selling them before school in the boys' room down near the gym, gave me a good price."

"Can't believe you actually scored one," said Levi. "You . . . you wanna try it out now?"

"Fuck yeah," said Wyatt. "You think your parents would find out?"

"Doubt it," said Levi. "Doubt either of them ever even smelled the stuff. Both sets of my grandparents are complete Puritans. My Dad always brags about how he and Mom never "came together" until their wedding night."

"That is so cute," said Wyatt, laughing.

"Isn't it? I don't know why they think that's anything to brag about, but then again, they drank the kool-aid at a real young age."

"Not me," said Wyatt. "I could never go for that religious crap. It must suck for you, getting up early on a Sunday to go sit in some old church, listening to some preacher babble on and on and what the Bible says. Lucky me, I get to sleep in."

"Wish I could," said Levi. "Hey, what am I doing?"

"Whatcha mean?" asked Wyatt.

"I thought we were gonna go try out the stuff you go," said Levi.

"Oh right," said Wyatt, smacking his forehead. "Your room?"

"Yep," said Levi.

The two young male foxes went into Levi's room and shut the door. Levi opened up his desk drawer and pulled out some incense and a wooden holder, placing it on his desk and lighting it up with a cheap little Bic lighter. Wyatt looked over at Levi.

"What's that for?"

"Cover the smell," said Levi. "I got some of it when I was over at my cousin's house a few weeks ago. He said he got it at some music store that specializes in selling this sort of thing. Guaranteed to cover the smell so nobody will know what we're doing."

"Good idea," said Wyatt. "Can't be too careful, especially when you're at home."

"Right," said Levi, inhaling the first fumes of the incense. "Huh, smells kind of nice, doesn't it?"

"Not bad," said Wyatt. "You wanna try it now?"

"Just show it to me," said Levi.

The red fox saw Wyatt reach back into that same hip pocket, only this time his paw had something in it when it was removed. Levi saw the little, rolled up joint, concealed in a Ziploc sandwich bag. Wyatt opened it and examined the joint in his paws.

"You think it's any good?"

"Only one way to find out," said Levi, holding up his lighter. "Put it in your mouth."

Wyatt put the joint in his maw. Levi flicked the lighter until a flame appeared. The gray fox leaned forward, inhaling as the flame made contact with the marijuana. Wyatt coughed from having ingested pot for the first time. The joint almost fell out of his mouth, but was saved when Levi took hold of it.

"Feel anything yet?"

Wyatt didn't answer right away. Levi looked him over, seeing that something must be happening. The normal look of the gray fox was being replaced by that of a goofy one. He smiled widely at Levi.

"Fuck," he said. "This shit's good."

"Let me find out," said Levi. Having taken possession of the joint, Levi put it into his own mouth and took a puff. Just like Wyatt, he too coughed, but the choking sensation quickly went away. The red fox knew what Wyatt must be feeling right now. He was on a cloud; a very high cloud.

"Dude," said Levi. "You musta bought the really good shit."

"Guess so," said Wyatt. "Don't mess up the rotation, man. Puff, puff, give."

"Let me puff, puff, first then," said Levi. He took two more drags from the joint and passed it to Wyatt, who promptly inhaled the intoxicating smoke of the burning marijuana. The two young foxes kept passing the joint back and forth between them, but decided that they wanted to saved the rest for another day after half of it had been smoked up. Stoned, but still careful, Levi managed to put out the joint without destroying it. Wyatt put it back in its little baggie and into his hip pocket.

"Gettin' hungry," said Levi. "You wanna get something?"

"First I wanna try something," said Wyatt.

"What's that?"

"Come one, man," said Wyatt. "You aren't curious to see how different sex will be when we're high?"

"That sounds cool," said Levi. "Lemme get my clothes off."

The two foxes stripped down to their fur, although the effects of the pot made the process slightly more awkward than usual. Wyatt, stoned, grabbed hold of his secret boyfriend, licking him all over the face.

"You're so hot," said the gray fox. "Too bad we can't do this more often."

"And risk Donnie the Dickhead catching us? I don't think so."

"Ah," said Wyatt. "Just shut up and don't think about that prick right now. I'm horny."

"Whatcha want?" said Levi.

"You gonna gimme some head?" asked Wyatt.

"Don't I always?" said Levi, laughing.

Wyatt sat down on the edge of Levi bed and saw the stoned red fox clumsily get to his knees. Licking his lips, Levi rubbed his muzzle all over the gray fox's hard cock, giggling as he did so. Wyatt closed his eyes, unable to believe how great it felt when Levi's tongue licked all over his wang. The two foxes had been sexually active for six months now, having come out to each other after years of friendship. Tonight was one of the rare nights they actually got to spend being intimate, and they fully intended to make the most of it.

Really getting into his rhythm, Levi bobbed his head up and down on the gray fox's cock, giving him a wet, sloppy blow job, just the way Wyatt liked it. The gray fox often got lost in his desire to cum, grabbing Levi's head and pushing down, but this time was different. He stroked the red fox's head fur, telling him how much he loved him and how this was the greatest blow job he'd ever gotten. Levi never really sped up his pace much, still floating from the joint, he just took it nice and steady, not feeling rushed. Wyatt slowly went from sitting straight up to lying down as he reached his climax. Instead of the usual frantic breathing, the stoned fox just made a gurgling noise as he blasted his wad into Levi's mouth. The red fox kept sucking even after the orgasm, making Wyatt giggle from being tickled. Slowly, he let the softening fox penis slide out of his mouth.

"Whatcha think?" asked Levi.

"Dude,"said Levi. "I don't think I'll ever wanna get my dick sucked when I'm straight again. That was just too fucking good, man. The fucking beat."

"Guess I'll have to see what it's like since it's my turn now. Mind leaning over the bed? I wanna see that sweet butt of yours."

"Sure," said Wyatt, repositioning himself so that he was leaning forward, his tail and rump sticking up in the air for his mate. "This good?"

"Perfect," said Levi.

The red fox, dropping to his knees, stuck his muzzle underneath the gray fox's tail, getting his nose right into Wyatt's pucker and making him giggle. Backing his nose up, he opened his mouth and let his tongue swirl around the gray fox's ass, getting a proper taste of him. Wyatt always liked the feeling, finding that it tickled having a wet tongue up his ass. Levi went at his licking longer, wanting to really know what stoned rimming was like, but even he couldn't keep that up forever. Slowly getting to his feet, he looked down at his hard cock. It needed release soon. Moving carefully, he guided his rod into the gray fox's ass. Wyatt's love tunnel clamped down on Levi's member, giving it a good squeeze. It had been weeks since he'd last fucked his boyfriend, so Wyatt was nice and tight this time. Wobbly, Levi leaned forward and wrapped his arms underneath Wyatt for better balance. He thrust his hips back and forth, making his dick move closer and closer to that much needed release. Wyatt let out soft whimpers as the red fox's member rubbed against his prostate. Levi never forgot how much Wyatt loved that and licked his face as he fucked the gray fox from behind. The creaked and squeaked as Levi got more into it. He didn't care about anything else then. Not his mother, his father, his little shit of a brother or his C minus in math. All he wanted to do was mate with Wyatt.

"Oh . . . fucking, oh," breathed Levi.

The words were met with feeling of Levi's seed being pumped into Wyatt's ass. Spent, Levi just continued to lay on top of his boyfriend, just living for the moment in afterglow.

"I'm still hungry," said Wyatt.

"Yeah, me too," said Levi.

Several twinkies, a bag of chips and an entire bag of pizza rolls were the victims of Levi and Wyatt's first use of pot. Inside Levi's room, the two boys ate away, trying to fill the immense appetite the pot had created. Neither had bothered to put their clothes back on, though the high feeling was wearing off.

"I got one," said Levi. "Who else would you wanna fuck besides me?"

"I'm not gonna answer that," said Wyatt. "I just wanna be with you."

"Just hypothetical," said Levi. "Come on, tell me."

"I don't know," said Wyatt. "I guess Stan Morrison."

"The squirrel? Really?" I gotta know, why him?"

"Don't know," said Wyatt. "Maybe cause he has a cute tail, or maybe there's just something about him that I can't put my paw on that I like. Not like I'm gonna go out and fuck him after this."

"Better not," said Levi. "You know you're the most important thing in my life."

"What about you? Who'd you fuck besides me?"

"Let's see," said Levi, scratching his muzzle. "I bet I'd fuck Ben Chesterton."

"Never knew you had a thing for weasels," said Wyatt.

"Who says I have a thing for weasels?" asked Levi.

"You did. Just now you said you'd fuck Ben Chesterton. Sounds like you got a thing for weasels to me."

"He's just one weasel," said Levi. "Doesn't mean I have a thing for them."

"If you say so," said Wyatt. The gray fox looked over at the wall, then turned his attention back to his boyfriend. "Levi?"

"What's up?"

"You ever worry what would happen if your parents found out about this? You know, if they found out that you have a boyfriend."

"Course I worry," said Levi. "That's why we gotta be careful for the next five years. You think I wanna live with my Mom and Dad knowing that they're elder son is gay? I don't think so. Believe me, I've heard Donnie the Dickhead use the word 'faggot', 'sodomite', 'queer', and all the other names in the book. No way we can let them find out about us."

"I'd tell my Mom and Dad. They're cool about this stuff, but I don't want that to get you in trouble, so we'll just have to keep it on the DL."

"Thanks," said Levi, leaning over, and kissing his boyfriend on the cheek. "You know I love you."

"I do," said Wyatt. "And you know that I love you too."

"Sure do," said Levi, receiving a kiss back from his boyfriend. "Hey, I think my parents are gonna be back in maybe an hour, maybe less, so you probably better get back home."

"Okay," said Wyatt. "Hate to leave."

"Me too," said Levi. "But we can't risk you staying too long. It'd be bad enough if they caught us just hanging out together, seeing as how I'm grounded, but it would be beyond Hell if they found out their reprobate son is really a faggot, was fucking his boyfriend and smoked pot tonight. I'll probably get another ass beating for eating all that food."

"I ate it too," said Wyatt. "Sorry if I helped earn you another paddling."

"I'll live," said Levi. "Besides, I know that when I'm eighteen, I'm moving out of here and I'm never speaking to Mom or Dad again, not if they're gonna stay the way they are. Don't know where I'll go after that particular birthday though."

Wyatt came over and put his paw on Levi's shoulder. "You can stay with me. My Mom and Dad would be happy to have you there. I'm sure of it. They'd wanna make sure my boyfriend had a place to stay, not out on the streets. You'll see."

Levi smiled. "Thanks."

Wyatt, with his clothes back on, was escorted to the front door by Levi, who gave him a good-bye kiss before telling him once more he loved him. Sighing deeply, Levi shut the door, locked it and went back to his room. He was certain that his parents and brother would be back anytime now, so he had to make things look right. He picked up the math book he'd thrown against the wall hours ago and brought it over to his desk. Turning it to the page of that day's assignment, he took out a fresh notebook, pencil and calculator and got to work. He couldn't help but crack a smile. Sure , he'd get another ass beating, maybe even more weeks of grounding, but after this night, it was definitely worth it.