Swiper felt the hot water streaming down his back, slowly undoing the tensions of which he was so accustom. He rolled his shoulders, craning his neck to both sides, stretching as he deeply inhaled. The steam in the air was making it rather hard to breathe.

He shut off the water. Leaning against the warm shower tiles, he relaxed for a moment, all too aware to what misfortunes would soon befall him.

Pushing aside the flimsy shower curtain, a rather dirty bathroom was brought into view. He wrapped a thinning, holed-riddled, and stained towel across his slim waist. He surveyed himself in a dirty, cracked, medicine-cabinet covering mirror.

Instead of the happy, perky, full of life fox he used to see looking back at him, he saw nothing but sadness. Pre-mature gray hairs riddled his once beautiful coat. He had to dye his hair constantly to hide it. He used make-up to cover the slight wrinkles that popped up here and there on his face. Sadness and loss really are the best ways to age a young fox.

It was getting dark out. He had to hurry. Quickly, he used a rusted razor to shave his five o'clock shadow, covered up his insecurities with make-up, and left the filthy bathroom.

The bathroom was nothing compared to the state of the actual house. Dirty clothes littered the ugly gray color of the carpeting. The one piece of furniture in the small room, a dirty-brown sofa, was worn down and stained. So much dirt had collected on it that you could hit the stiff cushion and watch millions of dust partials spring into the air. There were small dents and rips in the arm rests and seat.

Swiper put on boxers, and an old shirt and jeans over them. He walked to the couch, were his daughter was peacefully sleeping. She had an air of childish innocence to her when she slept. She looked just like her mother. Just the thought of her mother pained him. God did he miss her.

"Daddy?"

Swiper looked down to see her half-awake, and looking up at him.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" Swiper asked. He put on his famous 'Everything is going to be alright' look.

"Daddy Do I have to go to Auntie's house again, tonight?" She asked, frowning.

"Yes, Sweetie.. Daddy'll have to work late again tonight." God, it killed him to see her sad. It wasn't really her aunt's house she would go to.. Just a friend of her mothers. He could never afford a real babysitter, but, God he wished he could.

"But I want to stay here, with you..." She looked heart-broken as she let her voice fade out.

"Sweetie, I'll be late I love you." He kissed her cheek, and walked out the door.

The neighborhood they lived in wasn't exactly the best. Littered newspapers rolled around the street. You had to watch your step, to make sure you didn't accidentally step on a used hypodermic needle.

After walking for about ten minutes, he arrived at an even shadier part of town.

Graffiti was plastered on every building. There was a church that had had all its windows broken in a long, long time ago. Every other building had windows illuminated with flashy neon signs. "Girls, girls, girls" most of them boasted. Others advertise various brands of liquor.

Another minute, and he had reached his destination. A sleazy looking gay bar and strip joint, deep within the bowels of the city.

Swiper walked inside, and the familiar aroma of thick cigarette smoke and sweat filled his lungs. The first thing he ever notices when he walks into that god-awful place is how little he can breath. He coughed a few times, and waited for his lungs to adjust.

Not many people were there yet, lest a few employees. Benny, as always, was there. Swiper would recognize his disgusting form anywhere. The smoke-filled dimly lit room was no exception. He was smoking a disgusting-smelling, thick, brown cigar. He had been watching one of the dancers when he noticed Swiper. Swiper was scared shitless. Benny got up, and walked over to Swiper, feeling powerful, and had a look of dominance in his eyes.

He grabbed Swiper by the shoulders, and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Swiper fruitlessly tried to free himself.

Finally, Benny released him.

"Go put on something sexy," Benny said with a sneer. Swiper glared at him, and was rewarded with a hard slap to the face.

"Don't fucking test me," Benny growled, clutching Swiper's shoulders painfully.

"Sorry.." Swiper whispered, adverting Benny's eyes. He knew if he didn't suck up now, there would be terrible, terrible things in store for him.

"What do you say?" Benny had a sick smile on his face. "Say, 'Sorry, Master.'"

"Never." Swiper said, blocking a hit from Benny, and scrambling into the changing room.

He walked over to were the dancer's outfits were, and picked a random one, and threw it on.

It was a black corset top, a matching female thong with just a corset style lace covering his penis. He had on fish net stockings, and a garter belt on his upper thigh to collect money.

He looked up at the clock. About 9:30. Time for his shift to begin. He prayed to god that Benny went home, but, knew he hadn't. Swiper was, as Benny said, "His favorite." The only person who he 'fit'.

Swiper shuddered at that last word. He hated Benny, but, their extra time together was feeding his child, so he couldn't too desperately complain.

Opening the door that lead back to the main room, he noticed more people had arrived. In fact, the bar section was packed, and the dancer section was quite uncomfortably full. Most of the dancers were already at their poles, and Swiper saw Benny waiting, as close as he could get to Swiper's pole. Swiper swallowed hard.

Walking across the stage to his pole, he could feel the crowd following him with their eyes. By the time he arrived at his pole, his section was already super-packed.

Before he could start dancing, there was over thirty bids for a private performance. Like always, Benny won the bidding, at $296.

There was a groan spread through the crowd, of the people hoping to see him dance, free of charge.

Benny climbed on stage, and walked the ever-so-familiar path to the private rooms, while half-dragging Swiper, along the way. They walked into one of the private rooms, and Benny sat down in a plush chair, with an obnoxious smirk on his face.

There was no talking. Swiper knew very well what Benny wanted, and how exactly he wanted it, down to the very last detail.

Climbing on Benny's lap, Swiper started slowly grinding down, creating friction between the two male's packages. Benny, as usual, hit him in the jaw, and said something degrading. Yeah, he got off to that stuff.

Swiper had done this dance with him so many times, he could tell you what Benny was going to do, five minutes before he did it.

Swiper started slowly building up speed, and yup! Just like he thought. Benny hit him, successfully making Swiper fall off the chair onto the floor, and bloodying his nose in the process.

Benny burrowed his face into Swiper's now-hard crotch, and started ripping off Swiper's panties with his teeth.

Swiper kicked him.

"Don't fucking rip them." He said.

Benny growled at him, but, much more carefully undid the lacy thong, and threw it aside, fully exposing Swiper.

He started, as expected, to go down on him, deep throating and such. It was moments like these that made Benny more bearable.

When he was just about ready, Benny stopped, telling Swiper to get on his hands and knees. Of course, Swiper obeyed.

After prepping him, Benny started slowly weaseling his way in. Benny, being a cow, was extremely large. No matter how many nights they'd spend, Swiper would never get used to the feel.

The more Benny tried to fit in, the more Swiper screamed with pain. It was to the point were he could actually feel his flesh ripping, and Benny wasn't even halfway in yet. Swiper could feel the tears soaking his fur, and he gasped for air, digging his fingers into Benny.

Benny just grunted and tried to fit more. This wasn't like him at all.. He normally stopped with one quarter in, because he knew how bad it hurt Swiper. Hey, he wasn't that much of an asshole.

Something was definitely wrong.. Swiper screamed, and begged for Benny to stop, but he just wouldn't. The burning pain of his hole being literally ripped open was nearly nauseating. He could feel his blood gushing out of the wound, but, Benny just kept pushing, apparently using Swiper's blood as a lubricant.

In a desperate move, Swiper felt around the room for something.. Anything, that he could use as a weapon against Benny.. And, there, he found it.. A ball-point pen. Swiper grabbed the pen, and jabbed it into Benny's eye with all of his force.

Benny's eye's immediately snapped shut, and a grotesque mixture of water and blood started gushing out of the closed lids. Benny screamed, as his once-hard cock wilted away. Swiper felt some of the sickening liquid drip down onto his face, in his eyes, into his mouth.

Swiper squirmed out from under Benny, who was weeping and shaking, and kept uttering curse words that all ran together. Swiper made a mad-dash for the door, slamming it shut behind him as he left the room.