The Pack

The Pack Chapter 8

Second Week of School

This story begins with a paragraph of stream of consciousness from Benjy Gold. That’s the way his brain works when he hasn’t taken his drugs.

Benjy

I woke up before Daddy on Monday morning which was strange because usually he woke me up by playing with my butt and I love it when he does that because I was sleeping on his hard round belly and the hair tickled my abdomen and I started getting hard so I ran my fingers through his chest hair and breathed in the smell of his sweat which always made a tingling start in my nose and run down to my butt and my dick. My butt and dick were connected in some way so that what felt good to one felt good to the other… there was a fly buzzing around the room… I slid up so I could bury my face in Daddy's armpit which was the second-best smelling place on Daddy's body… the fly landed on my foot and I had to shake it off… an alarm was going off next door… of course the best smelling place on Daddy's body was his groin where his legs met his pubic hairs Daddy had nice hair and I loved running my fingers through it especially his beard because I knew a lot of werewolves back home with beards but only a few here at college and the groin was the special place where Daddy's smell was… the fly landed on my ear, and I had to brush it off… the smell made me feel like Daddy's boy and Daddy had called me son again last night and I always got hard when he called me son or when he growled that's why sometimes I do things to make him growl at me I'm not really a bad kid… sometimes I am bad like when I don't want to eat the food Daddy gives me… I really like pizza. It's my favorite food. The smell of Daddy's armpit was making me feel horny and weak but I liked feeling weak in Daddy's arms because he had nice arms not bulgy and shaped like a bodybuilder but they were just as strong as Drew or Zeno who is Drew's boyfriend and the two of them had sex whenever they were together because I could smell it on them even when I wasn't in my wolf form so I licked Daddy's armpit and the slightly sour taste reminded me of lemonade like my mom used to make when I was a kid and the pack leader back home liked mom's lemonade a lot and he had a beard even more bushy than Daddy's so I touched Daddy's beard and wished he was rubbing it against my belly like he did sometimes before he fucked me... I shooed the fly off Daddy's nose before it could wake him up… My old pack leader back home used to call me son and I would bounce on his lap when he did and I could feel his cock poking into my butt and I liked it even when I was young and didn't know what it meant then he stopped bouncing me on his lap when I got older because he said it could stir up trouble… I was stirring up trouble now because of my last grade on a math test but I knew all the answers to the questions they were easy but I didn't finish because of the fly but it couldn't possibly be the same fly that kept bothering me now because that was in a different building and it was last week... I could feel Daddy's cock getting hard against my thigh and I wished it was pushing against my butt because I loved it when Daddy put his finger in my butt but not as much as when he put his dick in there.

Daddy's hand started playing with my hair, and it felt good. It felt so good that I stopped watching the fly, and I looked over at Daddy's face. I loved his face. It wasn't handsome, like Drew or Zeno, but it was perfect to me. I liked it better than the handsome guys. They weren't powerful like Daddy, and they didn't smell powerful like he did.

"Come up here and kiss me, Son," Daddy said.

I moaned a little when he called me "Son" and I didn't hesitate to move up and kiss him because of course Daddy was in charge and it was him who was kissing me really.

When he kissed me, I concentrated on his tongue. I could barely hear the alarm next door even though it was still going off and when his hand touched my butt and his finger touched my boy hole I stopped watching the fly even though I could still hear it. And my eyes stopped darting around the room and focused on his eyes.

Daddy's finger pressed against my hole, and I felt excitement run though my entire body. I moaned around his tongue, which was still toying with my own, like we were tongue wrestling, and he was winning. Maybe I was winning because I liked to be overpowered by Daddy and it felt like I was the one getting a prize.

He held me tight, and my mind stopped spinning. He squeezed me harder until I felt like he was crushing me in his arms.

"Is that better, Son?" he asked. "Are you more focused now?"

"Yes Daddy, I am," I replied. "You may have to squeeze me all day, so my mind doesn't fly all over the place."

"I have things to do, little pup, so I can't just lie around squeezing your body all day, no matter how much I may want to," he said. "I'm afraid this experiment didn't work. You've been off your meds for two days and now we know for sure that it won't work. You're going to have to take them, even on the weekends, at least until your therapy with Xav starts to work."

"If you say so, Daddy," I said. My head was lying against his chest, and I could smell his morning BO. I was so calm and relaxed that I would agree with anything he said.

"I do say so. Now tell me why you failed that math test on Tuesday when you knew all the material," he demanded.

"A guy behind me was eating chips and a girl at the other end of the room was tapping her pencil and a fly kept circling the teacher's head the entire time and I kept trying to see if it would land, so I ran out of time to finish," I explained.

"Did you remember to take your pill after lunch, like you were supposed to?" he asked me.

"No, sir," I said. "I dropped it on the floor and couldn't find it and the professor in my reading class made me put everything away and turn off my phone because she said it was distracting when I lined up everything across the front of the desk and she didn't listen when I tried to explain and that's when it fell and rolled away."

"Calm down," Daddy said as he hugged me even tighter. "It's not your fault; it's mine. Simon told me that you needed to go to Exceptional Student Services and that you need an advocate. I'll take care of it on Tuesday and then I'll go talk to all your professors, so they understand not to interfere with your medication schedule. And I'll arrange for you to take all your tests and quizzes in the student center."

I kissed his chest and said, "You make everything better, Daddy."

Daddy made me get up and take my pill, then we got in the shower, and he cleaned me from top to bottom, like I was kid, except for my dick. My dick got hard whenever Daddy touched me. He even cleaned my butt for me before drying me off and taking me back to bed. He ate my butt until I started crying out to be fucked.

"Shh!" he said. "Do you want the neighbors to know that I'm about to fuck you until you can't walk straight?"

I nodded my head and said, "Yes, Daddy, I want them all to know that you're fucking me hard."

"You're an exhibitionist, aren't you, boy?" he asked. "I bet you'd love it if I fucked you in the middle of the quad with the whole school watching."

"Yes, Daddy, yes!" I cried. "Do it! Fuck me out on the quad and send invitations to the whole school to come watch! I want them to see how sexy you are when you take me."

"Not today," he said, as he worked a couple of fingers into my boy hole.

I was ready for him. His tongue had relaxed me, and my hole was open and begging for his attention.

"Here I come, baby boy," he said.

Then he lined his daddy dick up and pressed inside me. I always felt full and complete when he was inside me. That's when my mind was perfectly clear, and I could think about one thing at a time. It was better than my pills. If Daddy could go to classes with me and let me sit on his cock all through class, I'd have no troubles at all.

"Do it, Daddy. Take me hard and make me cry," I begged.

He brushed his beard against my chest and then licked my nipples as he pushed all the way inside me until I could feel his pubes against my hairless butt.

"I don't want to see you cry, baby boy," he said. "I'm going to be hard but gentle with your delicate and beautiful little bottom until you moan with pleasure."

Then he started fucking me for real, thrusting in and out, making me feel like I belonged to him, like I was fulfilling my purpose in life. Daddy knew my boy hole better than anyone, better even than me. He always found that spot inside me, that special spot that made my whole body seem to vibrate as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. Daddy wasn't wrong; I started to moan, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His belly was so big that I could barely get them all the way around him, but I loved the feel of it against my thighs.

"I'm going to cum, Daddy," I said. "Please let me cum."

My daddy growled at me and said, "Cum for me, baby. My boy always cums first. Do it now!"

His alpha growl resonated up and down my spine and drove me over the edge. I cried out and my hairless dick started shooting all over my chest and abdomen. Daddy grunted his pleasure and shot his load deep inside me. He slid out of me and rolled us both over, so we were lying on our sides, and he was holding me in his arms. We lay there together for a long time before cleaning each other up and getting dressed.

Daddy took me down to breakfast. He took half my eggs and bacon so I wouldn't get too full. He ate them himself. He had black coffee, and I had the same but with three creams and four packs of sugar. It was a great start to the day.

 

Chase

I was horny and sexually frustrated. Aidan wouldn't let me masturbate and I was surrounded by hot guys all day long. Last night was the first time that Ivan had felt well enough to roll onto his side while sleeping, but he kept throwing an arm and a leg over me. When I woke up this morning, his wood was pressing against my butt. He'd awakened as I was trying to slide out of his arms, and he'd been really embarrassed. If I'd been more assertive, I would have offered to take care of that erection for him, but he'd grabbed his stuff and headed for the shower, mumbling his apologies.

I waited my turn and cleaned up as quickly as I could. I was hoping to talk to Ivan, but he was gone before I got out of the shower. I saw him at breakfast, but he ignored me, or maybe he was just in a hurry. He was eating with Wilma Jackson, a beta with black skin and short black hair in tight curls. The two of them left together and someone told me that Ivan was going to talk to the owner of the local repair shop and used auto lot about a job. Wilma was going to introduce them since she already worked there.

And that's when Inga found me and gave me my job. Since I wasn't in school, she wanted four hours a day of me doing cleanup in the common areas and helping Sammy with food prep. It wasn't too much, but she insisted I spend another two hours online studying to take the GED when I turned 18. She knew I had no interest in going back to school and I was technically a runaway minor so I couldn't enroll here anyway.

I was cleaning the bathroom on the first floor of the main house when Aidan found me. The place was mostly empty, since it was a Tuesday, and everyone was in class, except for a few stragglers. He came in behind me and shut the door. When I turned around and started to get up, he put a hand on my head and said, "You can stand up to get naked; then I want you back on your knees to suck my dick."

"Yes, Sir," I said as I stood up.

I quickly removed my t-shirt and kicked off my shoes, but it took some time to get my skinny jeans off my legs. Aidan was smiling at me while I was stripping, like he was thinking hard about something. Once I was naked, but before I could kneel, Aidan grabbed my swollen nuts and squeezed them firmly, not enough to hurt but enough for me to feel it.

"Red and a little swollen," he said, "and full of cum. That's good. It means you can follow directions. This is just a few days. Think about next week or next month. I want you so full of cum that you burp it up and I can taste it when I kiss you."

Then he pulled me close by the balls and kissed me roughly. Even the kiss was making my dick throb, but Aidan squeezed harder, and a wave of nausea broke my imminent orgasm. Despite the pain, my skin was tingling from my head to my toes.

"I can almost taste the cum on your breath," he said with a smile. "I started this just because I wanted to get inside your ass, but damn if I'm not starting to love you. We'll see if I still feel that way after I fuck you tonight."

"Don't you have any classes, Sir?" I asked.

"My schedule is short on Tuesdays and Thursdays," he replied. "Instead of waiting for my friends, I came back to find you. Do you like the fact that I'm arranging my schedule around you, that I can't stand to spend too much time away from your sexy little bitch butt? Do you like that?"

He smacked my ass hard. I nodded my head and replied, "Yes, Sir, I do like it. I can't stand to spend too much time away from you either."

"I must be getting soft," Aidan said. "I'm getting emotional and involved. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend, you know, but it looks like that's what's happening, now."

"Am I your boyfriend or your bitch?" I asked.

Aidan gave me a predatory smile and replied, "Any boyfriend of mine will also be my bitch. When I give you an order, you need to jump to it. Your willingness to be an obedient little bitch makes you that much sexier, but it means I can't smack you around – unless you choose to disobey. And since you have two alphas looking out for you, I can't smack you around even if you do misbehave. I'll just have to show you the door."

"I won't disobey, Sir," I said. "I want to be your bitch and I want to be… your boyfriend, if you want me to. But if you're getting soft, does that mean I can cum?"

Aidan slapped me hard enough to leave a red mark, but I knew it would fade quickly. He'd done it before, and he was an expert at not leaving long lasting marks. "Don't ask me to cum, bitch," he said. "I don't plan on taking away your orgasms forever. You'll cum when I make you cum. And you won't get punished for cumming if my dick is in your ass, so long as you don't touch your little pee-pee. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir," I said. "I understand."

I didn't really understand what he was talking about. I supposed that he would stroke me while he was fucking me. He didn't let go of my balls. He used them to pull me closer so he could hug me with his other hand. Then he bit my neck and sucked hard enough to leave a hickey. Finally, he let go of my balls and put his hand on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees.

He motioned for me to wait, then he pulled his own pants down and sat on the toilet. He spread his legs and said, "Suck me while I sit on the shitter, bitch."

I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. I'd sucked him off three times on Sunday, twice more on Monday and so this was my sixth time. I was getting better at swallowing him all the way and I barely gagged this time. I was proud of myself for making such progress in a short time. Aidan was back in his encouraging mode.

"You're doing good, bitch," he said as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Your mouth feels great, no teeth and not much gagging."

I couldn't respond in words because his dick was pushing against the back of my throat, but I grunted something approximating "thank you, Sir" and I kept on sucking. I loved the taste of cock, especially when it was a little sweaty from being shoved in a pair of jeans all morning. I hadn't sucked anyone's cock before I met Aidan in the barn, but I knew that I liked it.

"Good bitch," Aidan repeated. "You've finally found your calling. You were born to suck cock. I'm going to cum here in a minute. Don't you dare swallow it until I tell you to."

Then he came, spilling in my mouth and almost howling with pleasure. It was tricky, but I didn't swallow it. I held it in my mouth until Aidan said, "Open up and show me."

I opened my mouth and let him see his cum pooling on my tongue. "Damn that's hot," he said. "Now swallow."

With his cum sitting on my tongue, I could really taste it. I must have been a natural born cocksucker because I really liked it. I felt it sliding down my throat as I swallowed. I was looking Aidan in the eyes, just like I knew he wanted. He patted my head, then ran his finger along my lips. I opened my mouth, and he pushed it inside. I started sucking on his finger, like it was a tiny penis.

"Let's see if you're really worth my time," he said. "You seem to like sucking my cock and my finger, but a bitch takes whatever his master puts in his mouth."

He patted my cheek and said, "Open your mouth. You can swallow this time, but don't spill a drop."

I opened my mouth and took his softening cock inside it. Aidan looked into my eyes and said, "I'm serious, bitch. Don't spill a single drop or we're through. I'll walk out that door and we'll never have sex again."

Then he released a trickle of piss in my mouth. It tasted terrible, but I swallowed it. If he'd promised to slap me around or beat my ass, I may have spit it on the floor to make him do it, but the idea of him walking out that door and never letting me suck his cock again was too much for me to handle. He'd said that I was his boyfriend. I'd do anything to keep him, anything he wanted. As I swallowed, he slowly increased the flow until he was pissing at full stream, but he stopped every few minutes and let me swallow it all before he started pissing again.

When he'd finished and I'd swallowed the last few bitter drops, he pulled out a can of Altoids and popped one in my mouth. "You did a good job, bitch," he said. "You didn't hesitate to do what I told you to do."

He kissed my lips and said, "Get dressed, finish your work, and then tell Inga you need to take a break. Meet me at the covered parking with your backpack. We're going shopping."

He left me to scramble for my clothes and get dressed. I finished up my assigned tasks and told Naomi I was going out for a while. He was sitting on his motorcycle already. I was a little nervous because I'd never ridden a motorcycle before. Aidan was smiling again as he handed me a helmet and helped me adjust it properly.

"You're going to be riding behind me so you need to hold on around my waist as tight as you can," he said. "I don't want you to fall off."

Drew

Late Monday night I'd received an email from Rashida Lamont, a graduate student in the business college. She oversaw the were-rats on campus in the same way Darren and Dawn oversaw the wolves. She wasn't their pack leader, just the one who took care of college issues. She was asking me for a meeting on Tuesday. We were both free at 1:00 p.m. so we agreed to meet at the Starbucks just outside the gate. None of the other skinchangers wanted to share dorm space with the wolf pack. Our packs had a history of abusing the other tribes. I'd been trying to mend fences, but it wasn't easy.

The Starbucks was always busy, but Rashida had arrived before me and had staked a claim to the one table that was off by itself in a little alcove. She had a way of occupying space with her presence that I found impressive. She was only five foot eight inches in height, a little tall for a woman, but not overly so, with dark black skin, rounded features, and short curly hair. I could tell that she was muscular, even through her loose tee shirt and jeans.

We knew each other from a few conversations last year. Our packs did not get along, but the two of us tried to ease any confrontation as much as possible. I ordered an iced vanilla latte and took it to the table to join her. As a rule, were-rats and werewolves didn't eat together, but Rashida and I pushed the boundaries of that animosity by sometimes sharing drinks. I saw that she had a triple espresso with a twist of lemon. She was a more serious coffee drinker than I was.

We exchanged a few pleasantries, then she got down to business. "I wanted to touch base with you about a study group that has a member of each of our packs in it," she said. "One of our newer members, a young rat named Tristan, and one of your pups, named Lalo, are both in this group."

"How did they end up in the same group?" I asked.

She sighed and said, "Apparently they're both friends with a very persuasive young mage named Oliver. They're in the same class, so he's got them working together both in class and out. Do you have any idea who he is, and whether he has a clue as to the can of worms he's opening?"

I shook my head. "I've never met this Oliver, but mages aren't always aware of the intertribal difficulties we face. Do we break them up, or do we keep an eye on the situation and hope nothing blows up in our faces?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Tristan is a good kid, but his home pack had no contact with wolves, so he could step on someone's tail, so to speak, without meaning to. He's smaller than I am, and I doubt he's ever been in a fight. What I'm saying is that he's an easy target, but it wouldn't be a smart thing for anyone to target him. It would provoke repercussions."

"You don't have to remind me about the incident last year that started with harassment and ended up with six wounded wolves," I replied.

"And nine wounded rats," Rashida added.

It had been a terrible event that had begun when a pair of werewolves had started harassing a rat named Milo, who was in the same class as them. The strange thing about it was that the wolves were females, and they were usually less hot headed than the guys. Apparently some of the other female wolves had been teasing them about liking Milo. In all fairness, Milo was a very handsome guy, in that metrosexual sort of way that a lot of girls seemed to find so attractive. So they turned on him, Milo said some unkind things back to them and they jumped him. They didn't beat him that badly, but a group of female rats then jumped the wolves for revenge. There were six of them and two wolves. Apparently a three to one advantage incensed the wolves who'd forgotten that the original attack had been two wolves on poor Milo. It had escalated from there and the packs spent the next two months mauling each other whenever they sensed an advantage.

My own tribe had a sense of wolf-superiority that led many packs, and even some wolves in my own pack, to behave like bullies. Darren and I had disciplined the guys involved, while Dawn and Meghan had shown the girls the error of their ways. The rats handled their own, and I knew Rashida well enough to know that it hadn't gone well for them either.

"I'll let the wolves know that I will deal with anyone who lays a hand on Tristan myself," I promised.

"And I'll do the same for this Lalo – what kind of name is Lalo, anyway?" she asked.

"Lalo is short for Eduardo," I said. Then I asked, "Do you think that your rats will go after him?"

She smiled and said, "Don't underestimate the ferocity or stupidity of my tribe, Drew. There may be some who will think this is an excellent opportunity to waylay a vulnerable wolf-twink in payment for Milo, even though he's fine and he didn't even end up with a scar thanks to that mage healer Marvin."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and responded sarcastically, "Fantastic! We both need to talk to our packs and then to the two boys. I'll also let Sebastian know. What does your pack leader think about this situation?"

She heaved another sigh. "Momma Jones doesn't trust werewolves at all, but she admits that you'll try and rein in your pack. She said, That boy will try to do what's right, but I doubt he has the juice to make the wolves behave. Then she ordered the pack to be ready for trouble, but not to start any."

"She still doesn't trust me?" I asked.

She replied, "She trusts your heart, Drew, but she doesn't trust your ability to control your wolves, especially now that Cromwell is back in town."

That made me sit up and take notice. "Has your pack seen him? Do you know where he's hiding out?" I asked.

She shook her head. "We've seen him, and we've smelled him," she admitted, "but we don't know where he's lairing. Momma Jones says that we must stay out of wolf pack-business, but there's not one among us who wants to see your pack return to Cromwell's ways. So, if I hear anything, I'll make sure you get the news as soon as possible."

"Can you please get Momma Jones to come out to the Spirit House and meet with Xav and me?  Or we could meet anywhere she wants," I asked. "I don't want to beg, but Xav is trying to make peace with all the skinchangers in the area."

"I'll see," Rashida replied. "Momma Jones likes what she's heard of Xav, but she'd be taking a risk meeting the two of you. Beta-rats are more likely to fall in line than beta-wolves, but they can hold a grudge and bring it up again at an inconvenient time."

"Remind her that I'm taking the same risk meeting with you. The pack won't like it, but I'll have to deal with it," I said.

Rashida laughed and replied, "Momma Jones would just say that you're young, naïve and don't understand the risks you take."

 

Simon

I'd been meeting Kyle every morning so we could use the health trail together. It gave us a chance to do something that wasn't school related and, if the truth were told, it gave me a chance to ogle him. In a week and half, he'd lost about a third of his excess weight and you couldn't even see a gut when he was doing pull ups. Mondays and Fridays we had study sessions after exercising, but before our classes. On Wednesday we studied at 5:00 p.m. because I had a lab class early on Wednesday. They were usually an hour on Mondays and Wednesdays and two hours on Fridays. Last Monday had been an exception because it was a holiday.

We were just setting up for our session on Wednesday afternoon when I said, "You were a jock in high school; you should try out for the football team. The season has started, but they could still use some good players."

He shook his head and replied, "I wasn't a very good person when I was playing football. I don't know if I could risk it while I'm still working some things out."

"What about soccer?" I asked. "Or cross country? I know I've seen both those teams practicing."

"Why do you want to get me into sports?" he asked with a smile.

I'd never seen him smile before, and damn if it didn't make my heart jump just a little. When he smiled he had little dimples in his cheek to match the one in his chin. I couldn't tell him that I got off on watching him exercise, so I had to come up with a different reason.

"I think you should do something normal. If Nico would agree to you playing, it would mean less time for him to make you do humiliating things. And I think it would make you happy," I said, completely avoiding the real reason.

"Maybe I could try cross country," I said. "I've never done it before, but I've been running a lot lately and I'd like to try and push myself."

"See!" I said. "Something normal. The only normal thing you get to do is study with me three times a week."

"Actually, I study with Oliver's group twice a week, too," he said. "My master always prioritizes my education, so he reduces the time I have to wander around campus looking for guys to blow when I'm studying."

I felt a little pang of jealousy. "Who's Oliver?" I asked carefully so as not to reveal my own feelings on the matter.

Kyle leaned back and said, "He's a mage, a cute little twinkie mage with big eyes that make him look like an owl. I met a member of your pack there, another cute twink named Lalo. In fact, I'm the token non-twink in the group."

"Lalo? Drew introduced him to me as Eddie Arenas," I said.

I noticed he clenched a little when I said "Eddie". Then I remembered that was his brother's name. I must have triggered something in him when I said that name.

"So, speaking of Eddie, what happened when you met your brother on Sunday?" I asked tentatively.

Kyle stared off into the distance for a few minutes and breathed deeply. He seemed to be collecting himself before responding. "It didn't go well," he said. "He did his best to humiliate me, then he fucked me so roughly that it hurt," he said. Then he stared off into the distance before adding, "And then I think he tried to kill me by choking me out with a belt."

"What the hell!" I yelled. "Are you okay? Are you still injured?"

He had tears in his eyes, and I wanted to kiss him to make him feel better, but I held back because I was trying hard not to let this become something even remotely sexual. He needed me as a friend right now, far more than he did as a lover.

"I'm fine," he said, but I could tell that he was lying. "Nico took care of him. I'd begged him not to kill Eddie, but now I wish that I hadn't. And Nico has this way of getting people to admit fault for hurting me and then he can somehow transfer all my wounds to them."

I wanted to say something to make him feel better, but I didn't know what. All I could think of was, "I really hate your family, Kyle. I can't believe your own brother, the one you said was more like a father to you than your own dad, I can't believe he would do something like that. If I'd been there, I would have done something, probably gotten my ass kicked, but I would have done something."

That's when Kyle reached out, put his strong arm around my shoulder and said, "Don't feel bad. When I was able to pull the iron horseshoe off the door, Nico was able to get inside, and he took Eddie down. I didn't stay to watch it. There were things that came into the room with him that I couldn't see most of the time. None of them had been able to get in so long as there was iron on the door and windows. The little smiling guys with silver razors looked scary enough, but there was… something in that closet. I couldn't see it, but its presence made me want to run in terror. I don't think Eddie will try anything with me again."

I realized that my hand was stroking his smooth thigh and was getting closer to his cock. I shook my head and pulled my hand back. "Sorry, dude," I said, "I couldn't reach your back to give it a comforting pat."

Kyle squeezed me against his strong chest and smiled again. "That's okay," he said. He almost said something else, but stopped himself and removed his arm from my shoulders. I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. The thought of studying with his arm wrapped around me flashed through my mind, but I knew it would lead somewhere we shouldn't go right now.

Then Kyle continued, "But being attacked by Eddie wasn't the weirdest thing that happened this week. I mean I kind of deserved it after what I'd done to Kieran… and to you."

He still thought he deserved everything that was happening to him. I started to set him straight on that issue, but I didn't get a chance. Now that he was talking, he seemed in a rush to get everything out. "I heard from my brother Andy, too. Apparently Eddie had sent him a link to my movies on the Jock Bitch Boy site and he saw them. Well, he'd always been meaner to me growing up than Eddie ever was, but get this. He apologized to me! Turns out that he's gay and that friend of his that he's always hanging around with, the one he lives with, the two of them have been lovers for years. They want to see me. They were even talking about how you can be gay in public in Lexington. He says that he's getting Dad to incorporate the business and give out shares of stock to all us kids, to get around the estate tax, so I may not be cut off and forced to quit college when the old man finds out about me after all!"

He was so excited to tell me about the little details he'd seen in the video chat. Every moment that showed how much his brother Andy and his boyfriend Ernie loved each other. I was happy for him, but I couldn’t deny the jolt of fear that ran down my spine at the thought that he might switch schools if he ever got free from Nico. I didn't want him to go. Suddenly I had a vision of the two of us in the future, both graduates with business degrees, working together as a power couple in some corporation somewhere. Did I see myself with Kyle long term? I wondered. And deep inside me, I felt that the answer may be yes. I'd been in lust when I first saw him, despite his slovenly dress and grooming, then I'd hated him, then I'd pitied him, and now we were friends. Whatever the future held, I wanted him to be part of mine.

We didn't get a lot of studying done, which was okay with me. We talked for most of the hour, then Kyle had to report to his master. I had a lot to think about. And I had to see if there was anywhere in Severan I could buy a big ass survival knife. Kyle had said that Nico couldn't enter a room protected by iron. I was going to investigate that as well.

I wanted to masturbate after Kyle left. Sitting next to him while we were talking and casually touching one another had gotten me so horny I could barely think straight. But my stomach was rumbling, so I went down to the dining hall in the dorm to get something to eat first. The burgers, pizzas and build your own sandwich station were pretty good, even if the pizza was the thin crust stuff they served here in Ohio. What I wouldn't give for a proper deep-dish pizza like we had in Chicago.

When I stepped up to the burger station, I saw Lalo Arenas in line just in front of me. The boy was shorter than me, but only by an inch or so, and he had golden brown wavy hair and light olive skin tone, a tad darker than these midwestern white boys, but much lighter than mine. When he turned around to say hello, I saw those big eyes of his that were a curious shade of dark jade green.

"Hello Simon, I mean, sir," he said, as if he were suddenly remembering that I was an alpha. It was easy for the betas to forget. I hadn't turned yet so I was still a preborn werewolf in Xav's terminology.

"Simon is fine, Lalo," I replied. "Are you eating alone tonight?"

"Yeah!" he said with a sigh, "my friend Oliver had to run to some mage thing so I'm all alone."

He seemed sad to be by himself. Drew had told me that some werewolves were like that; they needed company, or they felt lonely. Which made sense as werewolves were members of a pack. He’d also mentioned that there were very few lone wolves among us. And Lalo definitely seemed like one of the more needy betas.

"Do you want to join me for dinner?" I asked. "I'm alone tonight as well."

He gave me a big wide-eyed smile and said, "I'd love to. Hugh has a girl in the room, so I won't be heading back there for a while. I need to hang out down here because Drew told me not to go wandering around by myself."

He lowered his voice to a whisper and said, "Some of the rats are angry over something that happened last year, and they might decide to attack me if I'm alone."

We had to stop talking about the supernatural because it was our turn to get our burgers. Lalo was a little guy, but he ordered a double cheeseburger. I guessed his wolf metabolism had kicked in. I had a single and fries. We chose a table in the corner so we could talk some more.

"What happened last year? And how does it affect you since you're a freshman?" I asked.

"I don't know the whole story, but apparently some wolves jumped a lone rat because he was hanging around with some of our pack. Our kind aren't supposed to mix. I don’t know why; it’s just something everyone seems to know and agree on. Anyway, it got out of hand and a lot of people got injured on both sides," he explained. "And now I'm in Oliver's study group with Tristan – he's a rat – and Drew's afraid that I might get jumped if I'm alone on campus, especially after dark. I'm a little scared myself because I've never been in a real fight, and I can't turn when the moon is waning."

I finished chewing my bite of cheeseburger then said, "You can hang out with me tonight. I'm Drew's roommate and he's been going to Dawn's room every evening. If he comes back, it won't be until later. We can get to know one another better."

"I'd love that!" Lalo said, and I could tell that he meant it. He wasn't good at guarding his feelings.

We talked about our classes and mundane stuff like that while we ate. Apparently Lalo was from Virginia. His family was originally from Vera Cruz Mexico, but he'd been born in Richmond. He liked playing soccer but wasn't trying out for the college team because the other guys were too big, and he was afraid he'd get hurt. And he knew Benjy from the old pack back home in Virginia.

When we were walking back to my room, I noticed that he wore shorts that came only halfway to his knees, showing off his lightly muscled thighs as well as his calves. That glimpse of muscle made me get a little hard despite the boy's short stature. His buttocks were like two firm little melons in those shorts.

I could have cooled things off by sitting in one of the chairs, but instead I sat on my bed with my back against the wall and called him over. He sat down next to me so close that our hips were touching. When I put my arm around his shoulders, he leaned against my chest.

"I know why you called me to your room, sir, and I want you to know that I'm willing to do it," he said, running his hand up my bare leg. "My dad told me to make sure and submit to the alphas, so they claim me at least once because that way they'll protect me."

I turned his chin so that he was looking at me. "And that's why you're willing? Because you want my protection?"

"No, sir!" he protested. "It hasn't been like that since I got here. This pack is different from the one I grew up in. I'd expected Drew to take me when we had our private meeting last weekend, but he didn't. Darren didn't take me when we met either. But I still feel like the alphas are looking out for me."

"Did the alphas in your old pack take you?" I asked. The social dynamics of the werewolf packs was still new to me, and I'd come to realize that Drew really did run things differently from the other pack leaders.

Lalo ran his hand up my thigh and let his fingers slide inside the bottom of my shorts. Since my shorts were longer than his, he was still several inches away from my cock.

"The pack leader took me when I turned sixteen. The other alphas watched, but they weren't allowed to touch me until I turned eighteen. Then each one was allowed to mount me only one time. In our pack, each alpha gets each beta once and then we're free to say no. But my dad says that he got his head start in his job by saying yes a lot to a couple of alphas who had influence in the mundane community. He told me that the alphas always take better care of betas who submit to them," he said.

"Even if it isn't that way in this pack, I think I'd still like to submit to you, if you want me to. I think you're sexy, and you give off that powerful alpha aura, even though you haven't changed yet. Even if you weren't super good-looking – and you are! – I'd still be attracted to that aura."

I ran my free hand along his narrow jawline and then traced his lips with my finger. "I'm not looking for a boyfriend, right now," I said, thinking wistfully of Kyle, "but I'm willing to take your submission. Just know that I'm still learning how to be a good top. I've learned a lot, but I may not be as gentle as I should be with a sweet little thing like you."

The boy moaned when I said that, and I could see that he'd become rock hard. I could also tell that he'd been disappointed none of the alphas had taken him since he'd come here. I needed to find some way to talk to Drew about that. Maybe he was changing things too much, too fast. Maybe he should ask the betas if they wanted to submit to the alphas and then only take submission from those who agreed to give it. Maybe this was something they deserved to get from their alphas, especially if it made them feel like they really belonged to the pack. Maybe gay or bisexual betas were different from straight betas. Maybe submission looked like something different to each group. Licking the leader's palm may be enough for betas like Kevin and maybe Lalo's roommate Hugh, but could some betas require more? Was their loyalty weaker because they hadn't submitted in the traditional way?

I shelved those thoughts for a minute and then pulled Lalo in for a rough kiss. My body was responding more to this slender twink than I thought it would. Was there something in alpha psychology that responded to the submission of the betas even if they weren't the alpha's type. I preferred big, muscular jocks. I never fantasized about twinks, except for Ethan, and my brain must have thought of Ethan more like he was my prey. I'd found him, chased him down and then he was taken away from me. But Lalo, despite his twinkie cuteness, should not have excited me this much, and he didn't until he started submitting to me with his body language. I was going to have to take a minor in psychology if I wanted to answer these questions for myself.

But for now, I gave in to the moment. I kissed him forcefully, then unbuttoned his shorts and yanked them down along with his underwear. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Lalo's dick was on the large end of average, six inches like Kyle, smaller than mine by an inch or so. It was easy to see because the boy was hard as a rock and the tip of the uncircumcised head was glistening with precum.

Lalo didn't completely relax his tongue; he used it to help me take control of his mouth, like he was both in charge and submitting at the same time. I didn't know where he'd learned that, but I liked it. Conor was much more passive when I kissed him. Lalo didn't just say that he wanted me, he showed me with every movement of his body. I was running my hand along his leg when he grabbed my hand and moved it to his butt. He leaned back and spread his legs in anticipation.

Lalo didn't shave like Kyle did, but he still hadn't sprouted much body hair. He had a few soft hairs in his crack, especially around his hole. I rubbed it gently and noted that he wasn't lubed already. Judging from his hard cock, he was as ready as I was. I laid him down on his back and moved my mouth to his ass. I'd done this with Xav so I knew I could do it again. I licked between the cheeks of his butt. He had a faintly salty and sweaty taste, with just a little bit of his own body odor, which smelled good to me. I found myself inhaling deeply with my nostrils flaring. If it weren’t for the lingering taste of some sort of heavily scented soap, his ass would be perfect.

Lalo moaned, "Do it, alpha stud! I want to feel you inside me so bad."

I pushed his knees up so that his sweet butthole could be seen winking at me. I flicked my tongue against it making him moan even louder, "That feels so good, Simon… sir. Please don't stop!"

I used my tongue to lick and probe his hole while he whimpered and ran his fingers through my hair. The more I licked, the looser he became, and then I understood why it was called a rosebud. It just relaxed and opened, like a bud blossoming. My tongue slid inside his silky warmth and his hole quivered at my touch.

"I think you're ready now," I said, lining my cock up at his entrance.

Lalo had grabbed ahold of his knees and pulled his legs back for me. "Yes, sir!" he said. "I'm more ready than I've ever been."

He wasn't lubed so I was very careful as I slowly filled him with my cock, but he was more than ready. His hole twitched around the shaft as I sank all the way inside him. I was surprised and impressed that I managed to get right to the base so that my pubes were rubbing against his mostly hairless butt. I wasn't going to last long inside this boy's sexy ass. Within a dozen strokes I was panting and almost gasping for breath.

My wolf spirit was echoing me on the spirit plane. I could feel it mounting Lalo's wolf spirit. It wasn't snarling and biting like it usually did. It was licking Lalo's spirit and gently nipping on its neck. Of course, it wasn't really doing either of those things, but it was doing the spiritual equivalent of those acts. I could almost see the spirit plane around me, like I had when Xav was guiding me. Only now it was me who was doing it.

I felt my own need rise to a crescendo, but I didn't want to come before making sure that Lalo did. I took his cock in my hand and gently stroked it. Within two strokes he screamed, "I'm cumming, sir!"

And he did, and then I followed. Sex with Lalo was almost as good as it had been with Xav. I felt like my wolf spirit had orgasmed as well. When we were both breathing normally, we slid into a lazy 69 and cleaned each other's cock. I enjoyed the taste of his sweet cum. And when we kissed, we exchanged the semen that was clinging to our tongues.

We lay there kissing for a long time. Finally, I brought the subject around to Kyle. Lalo ran his fingers along my chest and asked, "Do you mean that gorgeous jock stud with the sexy short shorts?"

"That's him," I said. "How's he doing in class and in your study group? Is anyone harassing him or ordering him to do things."

"No," Lalo replied. "Oliver won't allow any animosity in our group. He says that we're building a new paradigm in which mages, mundanes and different types of versipelles can coexist without skinning each other alive."

Suddenly a lot of things made sense. I'd thought that Lalo was hot for this were-rat Tristan, but he wasn't. He had the hots for Oliver. That's why he was hanging around with him so much that some of the wolves (mostly the girls) were calling him Oliver's pet pooch.

"So, you like this Oliver guy, don’t you? Have you two been together yet?" I asked.

Lalo blushed and shook his head. "Oliver is so clueless that I could strip naked in his room, and he wouldn't notice anything sexual going on until I started sucking his dick, but he's so smart and nerdy, like you sir – not the nerdy part! I didn't mean to… "

"It's okay, Lalo," I said. "I am a nerd in a lot of ways. It doesn't bother me. So, Oliver's running the group. Isn't he that little mageling with the big owl eyes?"

"Yeah," Lalo sighed. "That's him, but don't underestimate him, sir. He's a more powerful mage than most. To hear Cameron tell the story, he almost beat Sebastian in a duel. Cameron likes Oliver, too, but he's not in love with him like… "

"Like you are?" I finished his statement, turning it into a question.

He sighed, "Yes, sir, I think I am in love with him. I get aroused even when he's talking about stuff I don't understand. He's not physically ripped, but it's like he's mentally ripped, if that makes any sense. He's smarter than I am. He's smarter than anyone I've ever met."

"You may have to just kiss him one day and see what he does," I said.

"No!" Lalo shouted. "What if he doesn't like me and then he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore?"

"Then take him out on a date," I said. "Go to dinner or even just to get coffee."

"I did ask him out for coffee, but I couldn't tell whether he realized we were on a date or not," he sighed. "I told you that he's oblivious."

"Dude, you're just going to have to ask him," I said.

Lalo shook his head and said, "I can't. I'd be embarrassed if he said he just wanted to be friends. It's easier with wolves. We… we're just more open about our feelings."

"I've met a lot of mages, Lalo. One of my moms is a mage. My younger brother is a mage. This isn't a mage problem. It sounds like an Oliver problem. If you don't talk to him, you'll never know how he feels," I said.

We lay there for a while, almost too long. We'd barely gotten dressed when Drew came back into the room. He was freshly showered, so I knew he and Dawn had been having a good time. I could tell that he knew what had happened from the look on his face. Lalo left and I decided to confess my mistakes.

"Drew," I said, "I've been lying to you. I haven't been following Xav's orders. Before you get too mad or make any decisions about me, I want to talk to Xav again. Something happened when I was with Lalo, something that hadn't happened before. I could feel my wolf spirit distinctly and I could see the spirit plane, sort of, without Xav being here to guide me."

Drew's face had started out angry, but it had quickly softened. "I'm glad you told me, Simon. It's a sign of maturity that I've been looking for. Xav is busy tonight, but we can talk to him at the alpha meeting on Saturday. No party this time and we're meeting at Xav's house. Please restrain yourself. I know how hard it is for you, but Xav always knows what he's talking about."

Then Drew put his hand on my shoulder and smiled while shaking his head. Deciding that wasn't enough, he pulled me into a hug, not a bro-embrace, but an honest to goodness hug. "I don't want us to be mad at each other anymore, Simon," he said. "I feel like shit because I had to discipline you the other day, even though I didn't have a choice."

"I know," I said. "I was already sworn to the Concordium through the Lake City Lodge in Chicago, and I got sick in my stomach just for saying I was going to the police. I think my oath would have killed me if I'd tried to do it. I'm sorry. My emotions are out of control these days."

Drew guided me over to his bed and we sat down together. "That's why you must listen to Xav. He says it's just going to get worse until you balance your spirits," Drew said. "Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? We can't have sex, but we can lie in bed arm in arm and let our wolf spirits support one another. Xav and I used to do it when we were younger."

Drew was worried about something but didn't want to talk about it. I had a lot on my mind and didn't want to talk about it either. "Can we be naked, so we can sleep skin to skin," I said. Somehow it seemed right to me that this would be the most effective way for us to support each other spiritually.

"That's the only way it will work," he said.

"I'll go shower the smell of sex off me," I said, but Drew pulled me tight and inhaled deeply.

"Don't," he said. "I want to smell you like this."

He took another deep breath and then added, "Lalo smells as sexy as he looks. Even if he does try to mask it under an obnoxious soap smell."

"He is," I said with a wink. "By the way, he's disappointed that he wasn't mounted by all the alphas when he joined the pack. I was wondering if some of the other betas felt the same way. It could be a problem if they are."

We were both pulling our clothes off, but he paused to look at me and said, "That's a very good question. I may need to ask the other alphas about that… about the possibility that some traditions have a solid reason for existing and maybe shouldn't be discarded wholesale."

We were naked and lying in the bed, with our arms wrapped around each other. I asked, "Can I tell you something without us having a discussion on it?"

"Sure," he said, nuzzling my neck a little. "So long as I can do the same thing."

"Okay," I said quietly. Then, in a voice so low it was a whisper, I said, "I think I'm in love with Kyle."

He took a deep breath and then said, "I know. Now it's my turn. My brother wants me to have sex with him so my wolf spirit can grow strong enough to face down Cromwell."

That took me by surprise. I wanted to ask a million questions, but I held them inside me. I was glad that Drew and I weren't staring daggers at each other anymore, and it felt nice to be lying next to him, breathing in his scent, and sharing his energy. It was entirely platonic, even though Drew would occasionally stroke my side or kiss my neck. I licked his chest in return, but it went no further than that. We were as snug as two bugs in a rug enjoying a tender, but non-sexual, moment. I slept better that night than I would in a while.

 

Darren

I'd promised myself that I'd get Benjy registered with the Exceptional Student Services office as soon as possible. After checking the website, I had to gather medical records and some other information, so the earliest meeting I could get for him was at 3:30 p.m. on Thursday. When he'd come back to the room on Tuesday, he'd been agitated and upset over something, but he wouldn't tell me what it was. He'd calmed down after about an hour and done his homework so I knew it must have been something in one of his later classes. If it was earlier, I knew him well enough that he would have already processed it and gotten it out of his system by the time he got home. So, Thursday I walked him from his writing class that got out at 1:30 p.m. to his math class that started at 2:00 p.m. He was fine on the way over to class. I left my own class 15 minutes early so that I could be there to pick him up when he came out the door.

And that's when I saw him in the hallway with two guys my height (one of them my build as well) looming over him. I couldn't hear what my boy was saying, but he was talking superfast, and his eyes were darting around like he was looking for a place to hide. These guys were half a foot taller than him; the thinner one was probably 30-40 pounds heavier and the husky one was at least 60 pounds heavier. I strode over toward them with a purpose.

"You're driving us crazy moving around all the time and playing with things on your desk," the thinner guy said. "We told you that you'd better stop, but you just won't do it."

The husky guy pushed Benjy against the wall and said, "I'm going to talk to the dean and get you kicked out of class, and if that doesn't work, I'm going to beat your skinny ass!"

I didn't say anything to make my presence known, I just shouldered the husky guy into the wall and said, "What did you say?"

He tried to push me back, but I had a lot more muscle under my fat than he did. I pressed him harder against the wall. "Get off me, asshole!" he said.

I let him go and turned to the skinnier guy. "Do you care to repeat that threat to me?"

"Who are you? His boyfriend?" he sneered.

I smiled at him and snarled, "Yes I am. Do you care to make something of it?"

"No," he muttered.

The husky guy said, "You need to control your boyfriend and tell him to stop being so fucking squirrely. He's driving us crazy."

"Benjy has some special needs," I said, "and you're going to have to live with it because I'm going to tell you guys two things, just like you did him. If anyone in admin even suggests to him that he change sections, I'm going to hunt you down and I'm going to hurt you. And if you lay a hand on him, you'll be even sorrier than you are now. Do you understand me?"

Neither of them responded so I growled at them, "Did you two chuckleheads understand me?"

Both guys turned pale as a sheet; the skinnier guy pissed his pants. They both stammered a weak "yes" then ran off. Benjy was looking at me with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," he said. "I didn't mean to make them mad, and I didn't do anything on purpose and they poke me in the back and they yell at me even in class and… "

I hugged him and told him it would be okay. Then I talked to his teacher who was just gathering up her stuff. I explained that we had an appointment with ESS and that he had severe ADHD. She was a real sweetheart and offered to let him sit at the instructor's desk because she always walked around while teaching. It was that simple.

Benjy was almost bouncing on our way to the meeting. That went well, since I'd had Benjy sign paperwork allowing me to talk to the school on his behalf. The case manager read through the paperwork, but I was sure that he could see Benjy needed special accommodations. He told me to keep an eye on the situation and make sure to email him if there were any problems. He gave Benjy a letter and sent an electronic copy to each of us, so we could email Benjy's teachers. I felt like a functional adult taking care of Benjy this way.

While we were eating dinner, we saw Lalo and Simon getting burgers. The sexual tension between them was so strong that I could feel it across the room. Drew wasn't going to be happy and Xav would be… well, I'd never seen Xav angry, but he'd be upset. Benjy saw me watching them and said, "Lalo's nice. He and I were in the same pack back in Virginia. But he got initiated by the pack leader and I didn't because he said I was special."

Damn! Now I understood Benjy a little better. He wasn't angry with Lalo, but I could tell that he was hurt by not being included in his pack's ceremonies. He felt rejected because he was left out for being "special". I suspected the initiation was a mounting ceremony. In many packs, betas were mounted by the pack leader and sometimes by all the alphas in the pack. Sometimes the women took part and sometimes they didn't. Every pack had its own traditions.

That would explain why Benjy had been a virgin and Lalo hadn't. It would also explain why Lalo was always flirting with me. Maybe he wanted me to take him at least once to show him that he was accepted by the pack. Now he was having dinner with Simon. That boy was supposed to be practicing controlled abstinence, but I didn't believe for a minute that he was following through. He was too much of a horndog. If Lalo was working his way through the alphas, he was going to get lucky tonight.

And so was Benjy. I made him finish the meat out of his burger but let him throw away the bun. Then I took him up to the room to show him some love. He was clingy because he was starved for affection. I had the cure for that.

 

Chase

On Tuesday, Aidan had taken me to the store to buy some new clothes and other things he said I needed. I didn't have any money, so he bought me five jocks in a small size and told me to wear them under my clothes. While there, he bought me some shorts. I told him that I never wore them, but he said that I did now. He also bought me a pair of regular fit Levi's because he said it took too long for me to strip when he wanted a fuck. Then he bought me an anal bulb for douching my butt and told me to clean myself out in the morning, before going to meet up with him and every time I took a shit. He also bought me some powdered fiber drink and told me to use it every morning and every night. And last, he bought me a pack of razors and some shaving cream.

When we'd gotten back to his apartment, he'd handed me the grooming supplies. "I want you completely hairless below the eyeballs, bitch," he said. "I want to feel smooth skin when I fuck you."

I started to wonder why I hadn’t just told him to fuck off, that he was demanding too much, that I didn't want to look more like a kid than I already did, but when he’d said when I fuck you, I’d lost all willpower. I went into the shower and lathered up. It was hard to reach some of the places, like my butt crack and my taint, but I managed. After I finished, I checked for loose hairs and discovered several places I had to shave again because I'd missed some. Finally, I thought I was smooth. I had some red spots and there were a few places where I’d nicked myself. I had to dab them repeatedly with wadded up toilet paper to get them to stop bleeding.

When I went back into the living room, Aidan called me over and checked my body slowly with his rough palm. I must have passed the inspection because he smacked my ass once and said, "On the bed, bitch, frontside up."

I lay down on the bed and Aidan pulled out a bottle of lotion and said, "Don't ever say I don't take care of my bitch."

He rubbed the cooling liquid all over my body and the slight burning sensation from the razor went away. The feeling of his rough hands rubbing lotion into my skin felt good Not just good. It felt sensual and my body reacted in the usual way. I was getting harder by the minute. Aidan didn't ignore my cock either. He used a lot of lotion and stroked me several times, but stopped just short of making me cum. He smiled down at me and kissed my nose.

“You cut your pretty skin. I don’t like to see you hurt.”

“Thank you,” I replied, basking in his concern.

He ran his hands over my smooth chest again and then pinched my nipples lightly, sending a thrill down my spine to my dick, which throbbed and oozed precum. "I want to see if you can cum just from my dick in your ass. If not, I'll stroke your little wiener this time. But we're going to train your body to cum from getting fucked like a bitch boy should. Don't worry. You'll like it."

"I get to cum?" I asked plaintively.

Aidan chuckled. "You're cute when you're so needy. Yes, you get to cum. I told you that I'm not trying to stop you from cumming. I just want you to cum the way I want you to. I plan to fuck you a lot, so you should cum a lot. Just wait and see."

He slapped my thigh and said, "Roll over bitch. I've got to get your backside."

I rolled over, but didn't lie down because Aidan kept his hand on my hips and held them up. Then he used the lotion to soothe the skin I'd shaved back there. "You didn't shave your back. It'll be good enough for now, but you're going to start waxing if you decide to stay with me permanently, or I'll see if I can buy one of those magic hair removers from the mages. I'm going to give you a choice after I fuck you. If you want to stay with me, you're going to have to make a commitment."

He put lotion in my crack, but he avoided the hole itself. I was about to complain, but then he blew across it. The next thing I knew his lips were on my hole and then his tongue. I gasped, not in pain, but in pleasure.

"I treat my bitch right, Chase," Aidan said. "Relax and I'll eat your ass until you're ready and then I'll fuck you until you scream."

"Yes, Sir," I said.

Then I lay there and enjoyed it. Aidan ate my ass like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. I was moaning and he kept pausing to tell me how good I tasted. Aidan could be an overbearing and brutal ass sometimes, but he knew how to make me feel good too.

"Your little bitch pussy is wet and begging for its owner," he said. "Who does this pussy belong to?"

"It belongs to you, Sir," I said. "It belongs to you."

He slapped my ass hard enough to leave a red mark and then started thrusting his fingers in my ass. "Don't forget it, bitch. So long as you remember that I own you, I'll take care of you. No one will ever be able to hurt you, not another wolf, not a hunter and not a mage. I protect what's mine. Tell me what you are and who you belong to," he demanded.

"I'm your bitch, Sir," I confessed. "I'm your bitch and you own me. You own every part of me."

"Good bitch," he said. "I'm going to fuck you hard and probably make you cry, but you'll be begging me for more, trust me."

Aidan shoved his cock inside my ass, and it felt like I was being stabbed by a knife. I screamed, "It hurts, Sir! Pull it out, Sir. You're ripping me in half!"

Aidan put his hand over my mouth to silence my cries and said, "I'm almost in. That pain you feel is me making you my own. I want you to feel that pain, but it won't hurt this much in the future. This is like a bride bleeding on her wedding night as her hymen is torn. You only lose your virginity once, so it won't be like this again.

Aidan shoved the rest of his big cock inside me and then left it there, his hand over my mouth, while he gently bit my neck. I cried for several minutes while the pain slowly went away. Aidan was the strangest combination of cruel and gentle, domineering, and considerate. I couldn't tell if I was in love with him, or just infatuated.

Once the pain had receded, Aidan began fucking me. He pulled out a couple of inches and then thrust back inside me. He took his hand away from my mouth and continued kissing and biting my neck. "Your bussy is so fucking tight, it makes me want to cum right away, but I'm going to hold it back, like a man, until my bitch spills a load out of his little boy clit."

Then he started licking my ears and nibbling on my earlobes. He wrapped my hands in his own rough hands and pulled almost all the way out of my ass. Then he slammed inside me, pressing that magic spot that made me quiver with each thrust.

"Your bussy is warm and silky smooth, Chase. It's the best hole I've ever fucked. You're a natural. You were born to serve superior men by taking their cocks and milking them dry," he growled at me. "I plan to fuck your bussy at least twice a day, bitch. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Sir. I'd love that," I gasped. His growling was doing something to my body. My hole relaxed even more, and I felt like I was covered in a cold sweat. When he licked along my spine and bit my neck hard, I almost came.

When my dick started throbbing, I yelled, "I love your cock, Sir. I love you. Please make me yours. I want to be your bitch and I want you to fuck me as often as you want to."

He shoved inside me again and growled, "Good answer. A man fucks his bitch whenever he wants, not when the bitch wants it. Of course, if you shake that ass enough to get me excited, I'll probably fuck it right then. I'm a man and I have needs. Do you understand what you must do if you want to get fucked?"

"Yes, Sir," I whined. "I need to use my butt to get you excited and then you'll fuck me."

"Almost, bitch," he said. He bit my neck hard enough to leave a mark and then explained, "If you work at getting me excited, I may fuck you. If you whine about it like a bitch… Well, a bitch whining does get me excited…  I'll probably slap you around a little and then fuck you. But I think you'd like that wouldn't you."

I pictured myself naked in front of Aidan. He was slapping my face and then shoving me back onto the floor and thrusting himself into my bussy without permission and without preparation. It hurt, but it also felt good. What was wrong with me? I wondered.

Aidan felt my ass clench tight on his cock. "That thought has you excited. Doesn't it? That's why I want you as my bitch, Chase," he growled. "I could see what you wanted written in your eyes every time you looked at me. Now cum for me, bitch! Shoot your beta cum all over these sheets!"

His words, and especially his sexy growl, seemed to resonate throughout my body, running from my ass to the crown of my head and then back down to my cock. I was making incoherent noises. My cock felt like electricity was shooting through it. My nuts drew close to my body and then I felt a sensation like I was peeing. Cum started pouring out of my dick, like his cock was pumping it out of me with every thrust. I couldn't make complete words, just sad whining cries.

Aidan grabbed my narrow hips and buried his big cock deep inside me. My ass continued to quiver and throb, clamping down on his dick until I could feel him shooting his seed inside me. I lay panting underneath him until he finished and collapsed on top of me. We lay there for several minutes until we could both breathe normally, then he pulled out and slapped my ass.

That was the most intense experience I'd ever had. I'd thought that masturbation was good, but cumming with Aidan's dick buried in my ass had it beat a thousandfold. Just once and I was already an addict. I knew that I had to have that experience again. I'd do anything to feel that sensation.

I moaned, "I'm yours now, Sir. I belong to you."

"Roll over and suck my cock, bitch," he commanded.

I rolled over onto my back and saw that he was smiling at me. "I know you're mine, bitch. I've marked you as my own."

Aidan traced the bite he'd left on my shoulder. He hadn't broken the skin, but it was already bruising. he wasted no time shoving his cock into my mouth. I sucked it clean. Mostly I tasted lube, but I could also taste his cum and something else, possibly my ass. I didn't care what it was. I was in bitch boy heaven.

Once his cock was clean, he made me clean my own cum off my groin and eat it. The taste wasn't as good as his, but I would gladly eat cum for the rest of my life. Then Aidan sat back in a chair and watched me clean up the mess.

At dinner that night, we walked into the dining room together. Aidan had insisted I wear the shorts and t-shirt he’d bought me, and he'd sucked on my neck, giving me a dark hickey to go with the visible bite. He had his arm possessively around my shoulders. Inga gave us a look of concern and Sammy tensed like he was going to punch someone.

Aidan cleared his throat loudly and announced, "I've claimed this boy as my own according to pack tradition. I will fight anyone, beta or alpha, to support my claim."

"He's too young!" Sammy yelled.

"He's seventeen and will be eighteen in a few weeks," Aidan announced. "Pack tradition requires that he be at least sixteen. A hundred years ago, twelve would have been old enough. I'm within my rights, and he has submitted."

He turned to me and said, "Kneel now to show your submission, Chase."

I wondered why he didn't growl when he said it. If he had, no one would have disputed his rights. As it was, Sammy looked ready to fight him. He was bigger and stronger, but my money would have been on Aidan if it came to blows. He seemed harder and more determined.

I knelt in front of Aidan and looked up into his face. He grabbed my chin and kissed me forcefully. Then he pulled the neck of my shirt aside to show the bite mark he'd left on me. "He has no parent or legal guardian present, or I would have asked them, but I have taken him. If someone wishes to verify it, they have my permission to check," he said.

Naomi and Inga were looking at each other and then at Zeno who said, "Aidan is right. I'll speak with Chase to make sure that he's not being coerced, but if this is his desire, then none of us has a right to interfere."

Sammy yelled out, "Chase isn't an adult yet, and he's too naïve to make decisions like this."

Zeno growled and all the side conversations stopped. Everyone in the room except for Naomi, Inga and Aidan were cowed into silence. "Mundane law is not pack law!" he said. "I have given my judgment. If anyone wishes to dispute my authority, now is the time."

The betas sat around with their heads lowered, even Sammy. Naomi and Inga were still looking at one another, then they nodded. Naomi said, "Zeno is the leader of Wolf House; his word is law here. And he's also right about tradition. It is uncommon for a beta to claim another beta in this way, but it is supported by tradition. Speak no more of this matter."

Then Inga spoke up and said, "Everyone sit down and prepare to eat."

She looked around the room and then chose three betas, ordering, "Chuck, Stella, and Delia, serve the alphas. Then everyone else can eat."

Aidan led me over to the table and we took seats next to one another. Dinner was tense for about ten minutes, until Lew started telling stories about some of the crazy student exploits from last year. I was sure he was embellishing them, but it got everyone laughing. The three alphas kept glancing at Aidan throughout the meal.

Aidan had led me through the line. I carried two plates, and he filled one of them full of barbeque beef, beans, and roasted corn. The other he filled full of salad and placed a single grilled chicken breast on it. I soon found out that the salad and chicken breast were for me.

"I want to keep you skinny and sexy, bitch," he whispered. Then he licked my ear and squeezed one of my nipples. I liked barbeque, but the idea of staying sexy for Aidan was more exciting to me than rich food. I'd told him that he owned me, and him controlling what I could eat was a part of that, kind of like him controlling my orgasms.

"Yes, Sir," I replied with a smile. "Whatever you say, Sir."

After dinner, Aidan took me to my room and had me pack up all my meager belongings and carry them to his apartment.

 

Zeno

I called a quick meeting of the three house alphas once dinner was over. I didn't ask Lew to be here because we weren't going to keep any notes. Inga and Naomi seemed concerned, but not surprised, by the meeting.

"We're probably all thinking the same thing," I said, looking around the room at their faces.

"Aidan isn't a beta," Naomi said, "nor is he a cusper. He's an alpha."

Inga was nodding her head. "There's no doubt about it," she said. "I could hear him suppressing a growl when he made his announcement."

"What do we do about it?" Naomi asked. "Do we invite him to the alpha circle for the next meeting?"

I sighed and said, "There's no way he doesn't know what he is. He's pretending for some reason. I say we play his game and pretend we think he's a beta until Xav can examine him. All the alphas are getting together on Saturday for the weekly meeting. We'll decide then."

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You can read each story in The Concordium Cycle independently, or you can follow the author's preferred reading order that will blend the stories together. The next chapter in the author's preferred reading order is The Alchemy and Songcraft 4. It will be out soon.

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