The Pack
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Concordium Chapter 42
The Pack Chapter 7
First Sunday After School Began
Lew Muller
When Zeno had come back last evening, he found me playing guitar in the living room. Several residents were listening and singing along. We liked to filk the songs, so that they were all about werewolves. At the end of each song, I'd lead the group in a good howl. Throw in some beer and it was good fun. When I saw him there, leaning against the wall, my cock started to snake down the leg of my jeans. I finished the set and then stood up to take a bow.
We all had a good howl, then Zeno came up and hugged me. I was taller than him, but he was a lot more muscular. The eyes of some of the other beta tops were on him, and many of them had much better bodies than mine. Of course, my cock was bigger. I was even bigger than Drew or Zeno. The other beta tops didn't know that, but I could see the jealousy in their eyes. All of them wanted Zeno.
After a short house meeting, Zeno called for a morning conference with all the alphas for 9:00 a.m. He put Inga in charge of running the house and Naomi in charge of security. Since I wasn't a fighter, I would be reporting to Inga, maybe to Naomi as well if we ever got that electronic security we'd been talking about.
Inga had already taken charge of the household even before her appointment. That's how alphas were. They just came in and started issuing orders. A communal meal of grilled chicken had been prepared, and her brother Sammy had taught the betas how to make salsa and tortillas so we could have tacos. A few of the other betas could play instruments so Zeno had me arrange some musical entertainment. I knew that I would have to make it clear that I was working for Inga. Betas could bet prickly if they thought they were serving under another beta. They preferred to have an alpha in charge, even if it was just for show and a beta was making the decisions.
When he went to bed, Zeno took me with him. Once in his room, he smacked my butt and said, "Get naked for me, Lew. I don't like to sleep alone, and I need a hairy man to play big spoon for me."
I gave him a smile. I was wrapped around his finger. He knew it, and I knew it. I stripped and slid into bed next to him. We kissed for a while, and I ran my rough hands over his smooth skin. He played with my chest hair, running his hands through it. Zeno didn't seem to want me to fuck him tonight. I was disappointed, but I could follow directions from my alpha.
He moved down to my crotch and swallowed my cock. I was almost nine inches long, but Zeno could take me to the root in one gulp. He took a break just long enough to say, "Give me your cum, Lew. I need it."
"Is there something wrong, sir?" I asked. "You seem a little out of sorts tonight."
He grunted something that I took to mean "Not really", then he began to tongue my cock with all his talent. His hands stroked my balls with the exact amount of firmness I liked. Zeno was a people person, and he could read my body better than I could.
"Damn you're good, sir," I said, running my hands through his short hair. "No one sucks cock better than you."
It wasn't just flattery. He knew exactly how to bring a man to orgasm. And no matter how fast he did it, he made that orgasm extraordinary. I was putty in his hands and soon my whole body was writhing in pleasure. He hummed in his throat, vibrating the muscles around my cock. And that was when I exploded. He pulled back so that the head was in his mouth when I came. And he sucked until every drop had been swallowed.
He climbed up next to me and kissed my lips. I could taste myself in his mouth. Ordinarily that would be a turn off for me, but Zeno's lips were probably the poutiest and sexiest lips I'd ever kissed. From the look on his face and the enthusiasm with which he'd sucked my cock, I knew he'd enjoyed himself, but he was still soft. Since he was a shower, he always looked half hard, but I could tell. This wasn't the first night I'd been with him.
"Were you thinking of Drew, sir?" I asked, carefully keeping any hint of accusation from my voice.
"No, Lew," he replied, running his fingers through my beard. "I'd never do that to you. When I'm with you, I'll never be thinking about another man, but I have been distracted. Sorry about that."
He propped himself up on his elbow and looked me in the eyes. "You've always been discrete, Lew, so I'm going to admit something I probably shouldn't say to a beta, but you're one of the most level-headed guys I've ever met. There are dangers in town this year, and it's a big responsibility to lead this house and to ensure everyone's safety. I only hope I'm up to the job."
"You are, sir," I said. "Trust me. All the betas are breathing a sigh of relief now that you're here. For the first time we feel safe. And as for me, Drew sent me out here to keep an eye on things, but no beta can ride herd on a pack. Even the troublemakers in the house can tell that you're a leader. They're falling in line. No one is shirking chores, and the place isn't a pigsty anymore."
"You're kind, Lew," he said. "I've spent most of my life avoiding responsibility, and now Drew is making me be an accountable adult."
"And you're growing into the role, sir," he said. "Give it time and you'll forget you ever doubted yourself."
"You're a good man, Lew," he said, stroking my beard again. "And you're a sexy beast too."
"Don't lie to me, sir," I said. "My eyes are too close together; my nose is too long; and I have to wear a beard to cover up my weak chin."
He kissed me again and then said, "Don't sell yourself short, Lew. Anyone who doesn't see how attractive you are is either blind or very shallow. Your eyes may be set close together, but they're kind and they light up when you're happy. And you're usually in a good mood, so they shine most of the time. And your beard is sexy as hell no matter what reason you had to grow it. And I think your nose gives your face character. If people are too shallow to see it, fuck them."
He kissed my nose and played with my beard some more. Then he turned around and pressed his sexy body against mine, with his firm butt pressing against my cock. I turned off the lights and wrapped my arms around him. I hadn't even mentioned the fact that my ass was flat, and I had more hair on my back at twenty-one years old than a lot of men did at fifty. But I couldn't tell whether Zeno had been lying to me or not. He didn't look at guys the way the rest of us do. He'd told me once how sexy he thought Darren was, despite the gut and the unkempt beard.
Zeno was snoring in no time, and I whispered in his ear, "It doesn't matter what I look like when I'm with you, sir. You're sexy enough for both of us."
I wished I could be his permanent lover, but it wouldn't work. He was in love with Drew, not me. And I wasn't an alpha. Even if I was as handsome as Drew, I could never keep him. He needed another alpha to match him. But he was my alpha. I'd take whatever he gave me and pretend to be happy with it. No one would ever know that I was hopelessly in love with him. I'd just keep on smiling and pretending that it didn't matter to me.
Simon
I was minding my own business when I came across Sebastian and Ethan walking across the quad. Rage overcame me and I charged the pair, screaming, "Get your filthy hands off my boy!"
I hit Sebastian before he could draw his wand, driving my fist into his gut. He doubled over in pain, gasping for breath, and reaching for his wand. I grabbed it before he could get his hands on it, then snapped it in half and wrestled him to the ground. Ethan was watching with fascination in his eyes as I pulled Sebastian's pants down, exposing that round ass of his. He was wearing a jock under his jeans, so there was nothing stopping me from pulling out my cock and fucking him there in front of everyone.
And I wanted to do it. He was a sexy man, that was for sure, but I was angry enough that all I wanted was to give him a hate filled revenge fuck. His white ass was round and muscular, with just a little bit of hair. He wasn't a jock, but he was in good shape, nonetheless.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Sebastian," I said slapping his butt hard enough to leave a red print in the shape of my hand.
I slid a finger inside his soft warm ass and felt for his prostate. I hit it and he let out an involuntary groan.
"Don't!" the mage screamed. "I can't take it."
I ignored him and shoved a second finger inside to join the first. He was tight, and his ass gripped my fingers in fear or maybe it was anticipation. Either was okay with me. I could see the lust in his eyes, and I knew that he wanted me. But he was also afraid of what I'd do to him, and to him.
"You can and you will take it, Sebastian, and soon I'll have you begging me for more," I promised.
I put two fingers from my other hand inside his rectum and used both hands to stretch him out. I could see his dark pink interior. The walls were quivering, like they were waiting to be stretched by my cock. I spit a glob of thick saliva inside his tunnel, then continued to stretch him with both hands.
"Your hole is begging me Sebastian, and it doesn't have to wait. I'm going to fuck you now," I bragged.
Then I dropped my pants and stroked my cock a couple of times before plunging inside him in one powerful thrust. He squealed like a pig and bucked his hips trying to get away from me, but I held him in too tight a grip. I pulled partway out before slamming back inside him. He was crying like a little bitch, and I was loving every minute of it. He'd thought he was man enough to take my boy, the one I'd tracked down and claimed for my own, and now I was teaching him a lesson about messing with my property.
"You're too big, Simon. Please stop," he begged. But I had no mercy. I plunged into his soft warm ass. Despite his tears and pleas, his cock was getting hard. Soon his cries of pain were mixed with moans of pleasure. And then it happened; the expression on his face changed.
"Take me harder, Simon," he cried out. "I can't get enough of your cock. You're so powerful and your cock is making me feel like a total slut."
"That's because you are a total slut, your wand wielding bitch," I growled at him.
I wasn't gentle; I fucked him so hard that his erection was slamming into the ground. I flipped him over and slapped his stupid, sexy bearded face. He squealed like a little bitch and spewed cum all over his abdomen. I kept fucking him until he came again. I fucked three orgasms out of him before I came myself.
"That was so good, Simon!" he yelled. "Please take me. Let me be your bitch! Now that I've had your powerful cock inside me, I don't think I can live without that feeling."
I slapped his face and contemptuously threw his broken wand onto the ground. "Not a chance, bitch!" I sneered. "Why would I need you when I have the perfect boy right here?"
I grabbed Ethan and kissed him. He melted into me and surrendered himself completely. "Thank you for rescuing me, Simon," he said. "I didn't want to go with him, but he tricked me. He made me think that I wanted to be with him, but I need a real man to tell me what to do, and you are the man I need to listen to. From now on, I will do anything you tell me to do. You caught me fair and square, and I belong to you."
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I almost woke up at that point, but I fell into a deeper dreamless part of my sleep cycle…
**********
I was knocking on Kevin and Conor's door. Conor was out but Kevin invited me inside. I sat down in the chair and said, "Take your shirt off, Beta."
Kevin's eyes popped open in surprise, but he took off the shirt and laid it on the bed. I smiled at him. His chest wasn't chiseled, but it was still defined. He stood there; his hands crossed over his chest trying to preserve his modesty.
"Don't try to hide yourself from me, Beta Boy," I sneered. "Betas have no use for modesty. Show your alpha your little beta boy titties."
Kevin was crying as he lowered his hands. I don't know why he was expecting anything different. Betas were here for the pleasure of their alphas. It was inevitable that I would make use of him sooner or later. That's why the spirits made betas, for the pleasure of their alphas.
"You know what comes next, Beta Boy," I said. "Drop your pants."
"Please, sir," he begged. "I'm not gay. I don't want to do this."
"Drop them," I ordered, "And make it slow and sexy. I want you to entertain me before I fuck you."
Kevin started moving his hips and slowly unbuttoning his jeans. I nodded for him to continue, and he undid all the buttons on his Levi's. I gave him a stern look and he slid them down over his toned hips. He was wearing tighty whities like he always did.
He hesitated and said, "I'm not gay, sir. Please don't make me do this. I'm begging you."
I smiled at him and replied, "No beta boy is straight. You're all a little gay inside, but it doesn't matter. Even if you were straight, I'm an alpha and you're a beta. It should be your honor to give up your ass to your alpha. Now take them off."
Kevin was sobbing, still trying to pretend he wasn't into it, but I knew what he was hiding, what he was afraid I would see. He slid his jeans down and stepped out of them. Sure enough, his tight briefs did nothing to hide his throbbing erection.
"Take your panties off, Beta Boy," I said. "Take them off and then tell me again how straight you are. Maybe you can explain why your little beta cock is so hard. Of course, we both know the reason, don't we?"
I reached out and grabbed his cock through the cotton and gave it a twist. Then I let him go and leaned back in the chair. I spread my legs so he could see my own bigger cock pressing against the crotch of my shorts. He looked me in the eye and then lowered his gaze. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down.
"It's okay, Kevin," I said. "Whether you're gay or not, you're gay for alphas. All betas are. Now drop to your knees and suck my dick. I'm bigger than you and trust me; you're going to want to get as much spit as you can on my cock before you sit on it because that's all the lube you're getting."
He knelt and took me into his mouth. Damn it felt good. He was coughing up phlegm and all over my seven inches. I slapped his face, not gently, but not hard enough to cause a mark. He looked hurt. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the bed. He moved over and waited for me. I stripped off my clothes and lay down.
"Climb onto my cock," I demanded. "You're going to do the work and I'm going to lay back and enjoy it. That's the way it should be."
Kevin straddled my hips and placed my cock against his hole. "I don't know if I can do it, sir," he whined. "Your cock is too big, and I haven't done it like this before."
"Your hard cock tells me that you want this as much as I do," I said. "And you are going to do this, so you may as well just get on with it."
Kevin pressed down onto my cock, screaming a little when the head went inside him. I reached up and grabbed his hips, pulling him down in one thrust. His cock spewed a little when he sank down on me. With a little encouragement, he started bouncing up and down on my cock. When we came, we came together.
He screamed, "My God! Your cock is hitting something inside me. If I'd known that it felt this good, I'd have been riding cock for years."
I flooded his tight ass with my babymakers, then I pushed him off. He didn't need to be told to clean my cock. He dove onto it with a greedy look in his eyes.
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When I woke up, I realized that my briefs were soaked. I'd had two incredibly erotic dreams and it looked like I'd cum twice in my sleep. Drew was still in Dawn's room, so I had the place to myself. I didn't bother to put on clothes; I just strolled into the bathroom to take a shower. I left the door unlocked, hoping Ethan would come in, but he didn't.
I was restless and my energy levels were up, so I decided to get some exercise this morning. There was going to be a meeting at Wolf House this afternoon and I didn't want to show up with my spirit raging out of control, so I took off for the fitness trail. I found Kyle Mason doing pull ups at the station nearest the dorm. I jogged in place for a moment watching him. His gut was shrinking, and his waist was becoming trimmer.
"Do you want to join me, Sir?" he asked, scooting over to make room.
I chuckled and said, "I've never been able to do a pull up. Not enough upper body strength."
"You could build it, Sir," he said. "I've done it twice and let it go in the past."
He looked good and his sweat smelled good. I'd been attracted to him when I'd first seen him, and now in those sexy shorts that showed off his muscular ass and that muscle shirt that exposed his arms and much of his lats. He was working out hard and his muscles were pumped, just the way I liked them. I hated doing exercise, but I wanted to be near him, to smell him and to see the occasional glimpse of his jock. I jumped up next to him and started straining to lift myself.
Damn pull-ups were hard. I heard Kyle suggest, "Try a chin up instead, Sir, your biceps are stronger than your triceps."
I dropped down and then jumped back up into chin up position. I pulled my body up until my chin was above the bar, then did it again, ten times before dropping back down. I waited for him to finish his set and then we jogged to the next station together.
I was glad to see that it was the inclined sit-up station. I gestured for him to go first. I wanted to watch him. I'd seen him doing these before and it was quite the site. His thighs, his abs and his lats were all straining as he pumped out twenty sit ups in rapid succession. That was the first set. We exchanged places and I did a fair job keeping up with him. When we switched again, I moved around to the front so I could see inside his shorts while he was working out. The curve of his muscular buttocks was visible, and when he tightened those cheeks to pull himself up, I became painfully erect.
It was during the third set that I realized that I wanted him worse than I did when we were roommates. I considered ordering him to give me his ass. I knew that he was compelled to obey anyone who gave him an order. But I came to my senses. He was a young gay guy who was just learning to accept himself and I'd promised to help him. I couldn't violate that trust even though I wanted to take him so bad that it hurt.
I finished my last set, and we started jogging next to one another. "Are we still on for studying this morning?" I asked.
"Can we meet earlier, Sir?" he asked in turn. "My brother is coming into town at 11:00 a.m. and I have to meet him when he gets here."
"Can we study after the run?" I asked. "Drew will still be with his girlfriend."
He pulled out his phone and texted his master while we were jogging. He must have had no problem with us changing the time of our study session. We finished the trail, and I joined him in all the remaining exercises.
"Normally I just jog the trail and ignore the exercise stations," I said.
"If you want to try and build some muscle, Sir, I can help you," he replied.
"We’ll try it today and see if I like it," I said. I swatted his butt bro-fashion as we walked into the dorm. I wanted more than that, but I wasn't going to push it.
I prepared for Kyle by setting all my materials out on the bed, making sure to leave room for him to sit next to me. When he came in, I motioned for him to join me on the bed. He sat to my right and our knees were touching. His pale skin looked good next to my brown leg. And the feel of his smooth skin pressing against mine was sending thrills up my spine. I'd been attracted to this man from the moment I saw him, scruffy beard, shitty haircut, slovenly dress, and all, but now that he was cleaned up, the attraction had become overwhelming. I couldn't let him know that. He was only my age and had considerably less experience, at least with the emotional parts, and I had promised to help him. I had to remind myself that it would be wrong for me to take advantage of him, no matter what he'd done in the past. I was the only person he had to help him.
I could see that he was nervous, and his erection pressing against his shorts showed that he was more than a little excited, so I put my hand on his knee and gave him a quick but reassuring squeeze to let him know that it was okay, that he had me no matter what. He was becoming my project as Mom Chrissy would say.
Then we started going over our notes. He took more complete notes than I did, but they weren't very well organized. I showed him a better system to organize them using a Word Doc to simulate Cornell note paper. He was so excited that it made him seem like a boy. I realized that no one had ever helped him in school or his life. I felt sorry for him even though he was grinning like a kid with a new toy.
Then I changed the subject. "So, your brother is coming to visit. Does he know that you're gay?"
"Yes, Sir," he said quietly. "He saw my videos online."
I put my hand back on his thigh. My concern must have been written all over my face. "He just found out and he's coming to see you? That doesn't sound good."
He shook his head and admitted, "No, Sir, I don't think it's going to be a pleasant visit."
"Look at me, Kyle," I demanded.
He looked into my eyes, and I could see the despair written in his face. I added, "Don't let this fucker get you down! If he can't accept you, he's not worth your time. I accept you just the way you are. Anyone who can't do that doesn't deserve to know you."
"Thank you, Sir, but I'm not a good person like you are," he replied. "Of course, Eddie isn't either. It's hard to explain to someone like you. People supported you when you were young."
Oh no he didn't just try to diminish my own experience! My first thought was to get mad, but then I remembered that he had no way of knowing how things had really been. How could he? He'd grown up white and wealthy. My moms had money, but we were all people of color. Mom Chrissy and I were black; Mom Tina and Marty were Asian. You don't grow up as a minority in America and not feel it every goddamn day.
"Yes and no," I said, in an even tone. "My moms supported me, and my younger brother Marty supported me. Mom Tina's family supported me. But I never met Mom Chrissy's parents. Even though she’s my bio mom. Apparently, their religion wouldn’t allow them to accept that she was gay. And I was bullied so bad in middle school that my moms put me in a special LGBTQ high school.
In the neighborhood I grew up in, the white kids would be nice to your face and then call you nigger behind your back. The black kids would look at your nice clothes and good grades and say you weren't black enough for them because your moms made too much money and you were selling out. I was an Oreo, black on the outside and white on the inside. I was about as lippy as you could be, so I got beat down a lot. It wasn't a bed of roses, no matter how nice my own family was."
"I didn't know any of that, Sir," he replied. "I grew up pretending to be straight and pretending to be racist to fit in with my family. When I was too young to know better, I invited a black classmate to my birthday party when I was nine. My dad was polite the whole time he was there, but afterwards he beat me for bringing one of them – sorry you – into his house. And then he made me say things... things that were so horrible that I cried myself to sleep that night."
"And what did this Eddie do?" I asked.
He sighed and said, "He called me a pussy and made fun of me, Sir. He made fun of me for months after that. Of course, Andy was worse, but it was Eddie's opinion that mattered to me. He was so much older than me that he seemed more like a father. And since my dad didn’t really pay much attention to me, except to yell at me, that’s how I thought of him."
I put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Mom Chrissy told me that racism and racists don't just hurt little black kids. They hurt their own kids just as bad. You just can't see it so easily. She taught me not to tolerate it, but to understand that most of the racists out there were hurt by parents who didn't love them enough to teach them right from wrong. I know it sounds cheesy, but she was right. The same thing goes for homophobes."
Kyle's family was a piece of work, and this Eddie sounded like the worst. I had a momentary fantasy of showing up at the meeting between the two of them and teaching him a lesson. In my fantasy I turned into a wolf, slashed up the door to their motel room and burst in to rip Eddie away from my jock boy. Whoa! I thought. I need to get control over my emotions. Kyle was not my boy, and he couldn't be. I was not going to take advantage of his vulnerability.
We were still sitting there leaning against one another when Drew came into the room. He scowled a little when he saw me sitting so close to Kyle. He didn't like Kyle and there was no way he could miss the sexual tension between us.
"We have a gather at noon at Wolf House. Everyone will be there."
He went into the bathroom with his toiletry bag and a towel. "I think he still doesn't like me," Kyle said, closing his laptop, and standing up. I could see how hurt he was even though he was trying to hide it.
"Well, I like you," I said, giving him a bro-hug. "And that's what counts."
I wanted to do more than hug him, especially when I watched that fine white ass walking out of the room. Had he always moved his ass that way when he walked? Probably, but he used to hide it beneath baggy and unflattering sweats. I'd wanted to touch his ass, to kiss its hairless white muscles and then... I had to let it go and stop thinking like that. I needed to be strong. My mind turned to Conor. His ass wasn't as big, but it was still round and firm. I could have that one.
Darren
I woke up before Benjy this morning. He looked so peaceful sleeping on top of my chest, his skinny body sprawled on top of me. His face was so pretty when he was sleeping. He looked like an angel, completely at peace. He was drooling a little onto my chest. I ran a finger over his pouty lips, and he started making sucking motions like a baby looking for a nipple. I slid my finger inside his mouth, and he started sucking on it, like it was a pacifier. He was still asleep, and he was the sweetest little thing.
I always made Benjy sleep naked, so I could feel his little boy hole whenever I woke up. With my right index finger in his mouth, my left hand slid down to rub his soft little bottom. It was perfectly smooth, without even a trace of stubble, even around his hole. I rubbed and stroked the crack and then pressed in on his tight little anus. I was amazed at how tight he was even after I'd fucked him a half dozen times.
He stirred a little in his sleep and sucked harder on my finger. His little penis was hard, and it was pressing into my belly. I sucked on my right index finger and then pressed it against his hole with a gentle but insistent pressure. It opened for me, not as fast as when I used my tongue, but it relaxed, and I slid inside.
He wiggled his butt in his sleep and sucked even harder on my finger. He was so cute that I couldn't stop myself. I started to push on his little button. He groaned and his eyes fluttered open. When he saw that I was awake, he sucked harder and smiled around my finger.
"Do you like that, Son?" I asked him as I pushed inside and stroked his hard little g-spot.
He was nodding his head and moaning. I pulled my finger out of his mouth and he said, "I love you, Daddy. You make me feel good all the time. I wish I could wake up this way every day."
I tweaked his nose and replied, "You're the best boy a man like me could have, Son. But I worry that you're too pretty for an ugly guy like me."
Benjy sat up on my belly and touched my face with his hands. "You shouldn't say that you're ugly, Daddy," he said with a serious look on his face. "I think you're a handsome daddy. And you're strong enough to carry me around and I can sleep on you all night and..."
He gave me a mischievous smile and bounced on my belly.
"... I love your belly. It makes you look like a daddy, not like a boy because most of the guys in the dorm look like overgrown boys. I mean they're handsome enough, but not manly like you and..."
I put my finger against his lips and said, "Shh. Time for talking is done. It's time to sit on Daddy's cock because you've got me horny as hell."
Benjy smiled and slid back so he could reach the fly on my boxers. He didn't try to pull them off, instead he pulled my cock out through the fly and stroked it. I was already hard, but his hands felt good stroking me and fondling my balls. He started to put it into his boy hole, but I stopped him with a hand on his thigh. And I tossed him the lube.
"Don't hurt yourself, Son," I said. "I told you before that you need to be good to your little hole instead of abusing it. So, I want you to remember the lube unless Daddy has prepared you with his tongue."
"Sorry, Daddy," Benjy said. "I forgot because I want to have you inside me so bad."
He lubed himself up and then sat down on my cock. He grunted and made faces like he was ripping himself apart on my shaft, but he worked his way down until his hairless little butt was resting on my groin. His hard penis was flopping around as he bounced on my cock. I loved the looks that passed across his face while he was riding me. I was always amazed that he could concentrate so fully on taking a cock but give him a book to read, or a paper to complete, or anything else that required concentration and his eyes would be darting around the room and he’d be squirming in his seat. His mind couldn't focus on just one thing for more than a few minutes at a time, unless it was sticking straight out from my groin.
He was making me feel good. He made me feel like a man. Part of it was because he was so small, but most of it was that he acted like a boy and wanted to be treated like a boy. When he called me Daddy, it made me hard immediately.
"Does it feel good, Daddy?" he asked. "I'm going to cum and I don't want to unless you cum first. Daddy should always be first."
My cock was swollen and ready to spew and my nuts were drawn near my body by my tightening sack. I knew it wouldn't be long. Benjy's eyes were wide open, and he was panting. His little cock was red and swollen and I knew he was going to blow any minute. I grabbed him and pulled him all the way down so that my cock was as deep inside him as it could get.
I growled, “You’ve got that backwards, son. A good daddy always makes sure his boy cums first.”
I touched his little penis and squeezed the head between my finger and thumb. It was enough to drive him over the edge. He came and his tight little bottom squeezed my cock until I exploded and sprayed his boy hole with my spunk. I shot load after load inside him, flooding him with my seed.
I pulled him down to kiss him and then I said, "You're a good boy, Benjy, a very good boy."
He smiled at me and hugged my chest with his thin arms. "I'm your good boy, Daddy," he said. And I knew that it was true. This boy, for whatever reason, was in love with me. I resolved to do my best to get into proper shape to be a better daddy to him. I'd keep the belly since he liked it so much – it wasn't like I could get rid of it easily anyway – but I'd make it smaller and firmer. And when I met his mother, I was going to make sure that she knew I was taking care of her baby. From all his descriptions of her I gathered she was a beta wolf with a lot of alpha characteristics, or perhaps a beta transitioning to an alpha. Such things are rare but have been known to happen.
I picked Benjy up and carried him like a child into the shower and then I washed him from head to toe. He giggled like a little boy when I cleaned his ears with the washcloth, then he collapsed into giggling fits when I cleaned his penis and butt. He was so childish he should have made me feel like a creep, but I found it incredibly arousing instead. Afterwards I watched him douche his butt. Ever since the first time I told him to shake his butt while the water was inside, he'd been making a game out of it, shaking it more vigorously every time. One of these days, he was going to lose control and spill all over the place, but not today.
He didn't even give me a hassle about eating his breakfast this morning, but that may have been because I checked the calorie counts on the food first. I'd been pushing him to eat an entire breakfast burrito when he only needed about half of one. He was afraid of getting fat and I was learning to be a better caretaker.
Then I called a meeting of all the boys in the dorm so I could arrange to get to Wolf House. Dawn had called a meeting for the girls as well, so we all met together. It was a straight shot by bus from the college to the headquarters, although there would be a quarter mile walk from the last stop. In the end, it looked like those of us with cars would be shuttling the others. Only three of the betas would have to shuttle so Dawn and I could stay at the house after the first trip.
Drew
I fell back panting next to Dawn on her bed. "That was great, babe, I needed that.”
She hesitated for a moment like she was about to ask a question, but she thought better of it and let it go. I rolled over on my side and took her in my arms.
"We make a good team," I said. "You're my right hand. If I hadn't had you with me, I wouldn't have been able to do any of the things we needed to."
She replied, "You're a good leader, Drew. I know you have doubts about yourself, and that's good; it keeps you from getting too cocky, but you are doing a great job."
"And?" I asked. I knew she had something else she wanted to say, but she was hesitating.
"And I'm glad that you gave Cromwell and his lieutenants a chance to back down and go into exile, but you're going to have to kill him, Drew," she said flatly. "If he's back and interfering in the pack's business, you will have to kill him this time."
"I know," I whispered. "I'm not happy about it and I don't want to think too hard about it. I'd never killed a guy until those hunters who ambushed us, and I'd hoped never to have to do it again. But if the pack is threatened, I won't hold back this time. He had his chance."
"Good," she replied. "You've got a good team behind you. It will all work out."
"I know," I said.
I kissed her again and hugged her tight, but we both knew that it would just be me and Cromwell in the fight if he challenged me. I was sure that Sebastian would lend some magical aid, like he had before, but that would be risky. If Cromwell suspected just how much help the mage had given me, he’d be on the lookout for trickery. And if he could make a credible accusation against me, I’d lose the support of the pack, and possibly my life.
Darren would probably challenge him the following month if Cromwell didn't kill him first. And if he suspected what Darren and Meghan had done to his loyalists who’d elected to stay in the pack when he was exiled, he’d make killing the two of them a priority. Either way, he'd be in charge of the pack again until he could be called out and defeated.
"Let's go shower," she said, letting her hand stray down my side.
"That's an invitation I can't leave lying on the table," I responded as I got out of bed.
We showered and went for round two. It was great, but I had no energy for round three. I got dressed and went back down to my room, only to find Simon sitting on the bed with Kyle. I didn't really hate Kyle anymore, but I didn't like the way he and Simon were getting close. Our newest alpha werewolf had his own problems, and I didn't want Kyle's proclivities making things worse.
I reminded Simon of our gather at 3:00 p.m. and then went into the bathroom to shave. When I came out, Simon was putting his stuff away and Kyle was gone. I dug through my drawers and pulled out some clothes for the gather, sweat shorts and a muscle shirt. Then I put on a light button-down shirt over the muscle shirt, leaving it unbuttoned to show off my six-pack.
Simon was staring at me with a sullen look on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked.
He almost exploded at me. "You don't have to hate Kyle anymore. He's not the same guy he was. He's accepted that he's gay, but he doesn't know how to be gay. He's lost and confused and I'm trying to help him figure it out because everyone else hates him. Now he's going to meet up with his homophobic brother this morning, who saw pictures of him on a website, pictures he didn't ask to be put up. And he doesn't know what's going to happen to him when he gets there.”
He inhaled and then continued to build a fine head of steam. "Kyle's a victim of this Nico freak. He's being used sexually by everyone on campus, and he doesn't see a way out. I'm getting worried for him because I don't think he can handle it. Sometimes he's so depressed that I worry about his safety. I get that he did some bad shit, but he's paid for it several times over. So, tell me one thing. What does it take to kill an elf?"
That was a non-sequitur and dangerous line of questioning. I sighed and sat down next to him.
"I understand what you're feeling right now, but you're going to have to see reason. We can't attack Nico because we made a deal with him. And if we were to kill an elf, we would have all of them hunting our pack and we can't beat them. Even the vampires can't beat them. They can fight and then withdraw to the faerie realm when they need to recover and then come back for more.
They're dangerous, more dangerous than werewolves, more dangerous than vampires and more powerful than any but the most talented mages. And fae have vassals who are just as powerful, if not more so. Sebastian has been telling me stories about razor children, sprites, redcaps, shadow stranglers, night hags, gremlins, mirror slashers, giggling horrors, moon hounds and others whose names I can't remember. And he also tells me that Nico has vassals with him at all times now that he's been attacked in the dorms. When Sebastian tried to point one of them out to me, I couldn't catch its scent. They’re good at remaining hidden. Sebastian can barely detect them and he's a top tier diviner."
"I can't leave him like that," Simon insisted, "enslaved with no way out. I wasn't raised that way, so I have no choice but to do something to help him."
"You're a kind guy, Simon," I said. "You're more compassionate than me and you have a strong sense of social justice. But we can't start a war between elves and werewolves. We're already hunted by vampires and our peace with the mages is shaky at best these days. We can't afford a fight we literally can't win."
Simon screamed and slammed his head back against the wall. He was frightening me a little with his increasing anger. I put a hand on his shoulder to steady him and looked him in the eyes.
"If this is important to you, I'll help," I said, "but you must do it the smart way, without angering all of Nico's elvish kin. Why are you so worked up over Kyle anyway?"
"He's a friend of mine, and… " he trailed off, unsure how to answer the question.
"And you still like him," I said. "You don't want to admit it, not even to yourself, but you like him. I get it. He's getting hotter every day, but he's still a rapist and a serial abuser."
Simon growled deep in his throat. He shouldn't have been able to do that until he changed for the first time. I was impressed. Xav was right about the strength of his wolf spirit. We couldn't afford to let him go dark side on us. We needed more like him in the pack, and we owed him.
"Yes, he's a hot piece of jock ass and yes I want to fuck him until he cries, but that's not what this is about," he insisted. "He isn't the same man he was before, and don't forget that he's only nineteen and he was raised by homophobic and racist bigots. He's come a long way and he's not really like that, not deep inside. It was all... on the surface."
"Fine. If you say so, I believe you," I said. "I said that I'd help, but we'll have to figure a way out of this that won't make more trouble for the pack."
I gave him a bro-hug and then changed the topic. "Have you been following Xav's instructions?"
"I have," he replied. "Don't worry about me; I'll be a good little eunuch until next weekend."
He seemed glib and I didn't believe him for an instant. I had no idea how we were going to handle this situation. I couldn't lock him up. I was going to get Zeno to have a session with him next Saturday. Maybe we could find more power bottoms, which would allow Simon to be psychologically receptive while physically active. He did not seem to like it when I took his butt yesterday, despite the performance he attempted to put on. Maybe Xav and Zeno could agree to trade off taking him. Hell, Zeno had taught me to like (not love, but like) bottoming. Maybe he could do the same for Simon.
Chase
I'd been so relieved to make it to Severan. I wasn't really cut out to be on the run and living off the wild. I was a city boy, or as close to a city boy as I could be, living in Middlebourne, West Virginia. Taking a bath had been like heaven. And I didn't mind sharing a room with Sammy and Ivan. I slept with Ivan in the bed and Sammy slept on the couch. I wouldn't have minded sleeping between them, but Sammy thought that would be too many guys in one bed. I probably could have convinced Ivan to take my virginity if Sammy weren't in the same apartment. The guy was overprotective. I found it sweet and even kind of hot, but I was young and horny all the time, and I was still a virgin. I doubted there was another gay teen in Middlebourne, so I hadn't had a chance to do anything with anyone.
This morning, we'd all had breakfast together and then Zeno had called a House Meeting. We were having a gather for the whole pack this afternoon and we had a lot of preparation to do. I ended up on the team that was getting the barn cleaned out. We were all working for Inga, Sammy's sister. At least she was the alpha in charge. But my team leader was Aidan Stringer, a nineteen-year-old college sophomore and a beta. The other members of the team were Ira Cohen and Stella White, also betas. I didn't know what to think about Aidan. He was a well-built jock with brown hair and tanned skin, and he was looking at me a lot. I must admit that I liked looking at him as well.
Inga explained that we needed to clean out the ground floor so we could use it for combat training without being seen by outsiders. We didn't need anyone spying on us and gauging our strength. With everything going on, the alphas had decided that we all had to learn how to fight. I'd do my best, but I was only five foot six and weighed about 135 pounds. I was skinny and didn't have much muscle tone. I was stronger in wolf form, but I was still a runt. If there was a real fight, I was going to get my ass kicked really fast.
We worked hard for the first hour. I wasn't used to hard physical labor, so I was exhausted in no time, but I kept working. Aidan was a good leader, always encouraging me with positive comments. He was also a little handsy, which I didn't mind at all. He started by giving me a sideways bro-hug when he checked on my work. Then he patted my butt when I finished raking the nasty straw out of one of the stalls. When I didn't object, he started touching me whenever he walked by.
At break time, he said, "Join me in the loft, Chase."
He grabbed a small cooler bag with a strap and motioned for me to climb up first. There was an old rickety ladder for us to use. I was a little uncomfortable and he could tell. He climbed up behind me and placed an encouraging hand on my butt as we climbed. The straw in the loft was old, but not terribly musty since it was raised off the ground.
"Come sit down," he said, and he let himself fall onto the hay and started opening the cooler bag.
I sat down next to him, and he handed me a bottle of beer. I didn't really like beer, but I didn't want him to think I was weird or aloof, so I took it. His hand touched mine when he handed it to me, and I felt a thrill run up my arm. I took a drink of the bitter brew. At least it was cold.
"Drink up," he said, putting his hand on the bottle and lifting it up so that I had no choice but to chug it. When I finished, I coughed, and he was smiling at me.
"How old are you, Chase?" he asked, taking a slow swig of his own beer.
"I'll be eighteen at the end of the month," I said, brushing my long hair out of my eyes.
He nodded with a smile and said, "I thought you were fourteen or fifteen."
His hand touched my beardless cheeks, and I took a deep breath. "If you're almost eighteen, but look this young, you could be just what I'm looking for."
"What do you mean?" I asked naively.
He leaned forward and kissed my lips, using his hand to pull my head close. I was ready to swoon. I opened my lips and let his tongue thrust into my mouth. He took that as an invitation and kissed me for several minutes, but it felt longer. His tongue brushed against mine and I went weak in the knees.
"What I mean is that you have one chance to leave. All you must do is climb down that ladder and get back to work and we'll forget about that kiss," he said. "Go on, get out of here if you want."
I sat there blushing and not moving. "What happens if I don't leave?" I asked.
"If you don't leave," he said, "it means that you want me to make you my bitch, that you're tired of being treated like a little boy and you want someone to treat you like you deserve to be treated. Tell me that you want to be my bitch and I'll let you stay; otherwise, you can get the fuck out right now," he said.
"What does it mean to be your bitch," I asked breathlessly.
"It means that I'm going to take you and use you for my pleasure," he said.
"I want to be your bitch," I said breathlessly.
"Say it again, and call me Sir," he demanded.
My dick was hard and pressing against my skinny jeans. Part of me wanted to run away from this guy who seemed so dangerously powerful, but another part of me wanted to throw myself at his feet. There was something about him that compelled me to obey. Besides, I needed a man to take my virginity. Aidan was rougher than I'd expected, but I could put up with it, if it meant that he would guide me into the world of gay sex. He was the most forceful and demanding beta I'd ever met, and I could always go with someone else later if I didn't like it.
"I want to be your bitch, Sir," I said.
He pressed his hand hard against the erection that was straining to escape my jeans. He kissed me again and then he commanded, "Take your shirt off."
I pulled my tee shirt over my head and dropped it onto the hay beside me. Aidan pushed me back so that I was lying down, prone. He moved between my legs and bent to suck my nipples. I moaned and arched my back. He sucked both nipples hard enough to leave light bruises around them.
"Gentle, Sir. You're hurting me," I said.
He rose onto his knees and pointed to the ladder. "Go on and get out of here," he said, shaking his head. "I was wrong about you. You are just a boy who’s not ready to have sex with a man."
I panicked. "No, Sir! Don't make me leave. I'll do whatever you ask."
He slapped my face, hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to leave a mark. I cried out and was about to object but stopped when I saw his determined eyes staring into mine, judging me. I took a deep breath and nodded at him, then he slapped me again. When I still didn't object, he smiled at me.
"There may be hope for you, after all," he said. "Are you ready to learn what it means to be a bitch?"
"Yes, Sir," I said eagerly. "I've never been with anyone before, and I don't know what's expected from me."
He grinned and said, "So I've got a little virgin to train as my bitch. That's good. You won't have to unlearn any bad behaviors. The long and the short of it is my bitch does whatever he's told. Can you live with that? Are you prepared to shut the fuck up and follow orders?"
Why did it excite me when he slapped my face and berated me? I had no idea, but it did. I wanted him more at that point than I had when he first kissed me.
"Yes, Sir," I said. "I want you to train me and to make me obey your orders."
"Then open your fucking mouth," he demanded.
I opened my mouth wide and held it open. Aidan leaned over me and spat. "Don't swallow it yet!" he ordered. Then he spat in my mouth again. I could taste his saliva and the beer he'd finished earlier. He spat in my mouth a half dozen times after that point. Then he said, "Swallow it now."
I gulped a mouthful of his spit down my throat.
He kissed me roughly, bruising my lips and he pressed the palm of his hand against my raging erection, making me groan loudly. He pressed harder. It was mildly painful, but powerfully erotic. He bit my neck and my earlobes.
"Take your fucking clothes off, bitch," Aidan commanded.
I scrambled to get my skinny jeans off, leaving myself standing in a pair of white briefs. Aidan was staring at me like he was waiting for something. I took hold of the waistband and pulled them down. Aidan smiled and turned me around. He slapped my butt and poked my hole with his index finger. I yelped and leapt forward.
"Your tight little hole is sensitive," he said. "I know you're a virgin, but you haven't ever stuck anything in this cute hole?"
"No, Sir," I said, feeling a little nervous and exposed.
Aidan plucked a hair from my pubes and sniffed it. I didn't have much hair, but it still hurt when it was pulled. Then he took my balls in one hand and squeezed them a little. Then he squeezed them harder until I grimaced in pain.
"Damnit, Sir, that hurts," I said.
"You've got to toughen up, boy," he said grinning.
He squeezed until I cried out again. Then he let go of my nuts and pulled me in for another rough kiss. I had no idea what was going on with this guy. One minute he was kissing me, the next he was hurting me and then he was kissing me again. I was confused, but excited.
Aidan undid his belt buckle and unzipped his jeans, then fished his cock out of his pants. It wasn't as large as some I'd seen online, but it was still fucking big. Aidan smacked my face again and said, "On your knees, bitch."
I dropped to my knees, then he smacked my face with his dick and said, "Suck my cock bitch."
I'd never sucked a cock before, but I was ready to try. I put the head in my mouth and started to suck. My tongue slid inside his foreskin and tickled the head. I took hold of the shaft and stroked it, noticing that the foreskin moved, so I pulled the skin back all the way allowing the head to pop out in my mouth. Aidan moaned a little when I licked the sensitive tip and frenulum.
I moved my hand down to my cock and started to stroke it. Aidan kicked my hand away from my dick and said, "Stop stroking your little cocklet, bitch. Focus on my cock."
I sheepishly ignored my throbbing dick and moved my hand up to massage his chest. He was ripped under that shirt. I pulled my mouth off his cock and asked, "Are you going to take your clothes off, Sir?"
"Nope," he said. "We don't need my clothes off for you to suck my dick, bitch."
"Then why do I have to be naked, Sir?" I asked, feeling a little hurt. "I'm not even allowed to touch myself."
"Stop asking questions and get back on my dick," he said. Then he pulled my head down onto his cock, so his zipper was pressed into my face and his cock was pushing down my throat at the back. I started choking, but he held me there until I stopped.
"That's better, bitch," he said. "Keep going and I'll explain. You're naked because bitches be naked when they're servicing me. You're going to strip down every time you blow me, and I think you're going to come looking for this dick a lot. You can't touch your dick because I will make you orgasm like you've never orgasmed before, but it won't work if you stroke your little twiglet. So, no stroking for you until I make you cum, then you can decide what you want to do."
He smacked my face with his open palm. "You understand, bitch?"
I nodded and mumbled, yes, Sir, around his cock.
He said, "You're a good little bitch. We can have a lot of fun if you're willing to do what I tell you to."
I thought he was ready, but I knew for sure when he grabbed my hair and pulled my face down as far as it could go on his cock. He held me there while he unloaded down my throat, then he pulled out and slapped my face with his cock until all the cum was smeared across my face.
"I expect you to be ready for me to fuck you tonight," he said. "I don't know when we'll have a chance, but you need to be cleaned out. Do you have a douche for your ass?"
I shook my head. He slapped my face gently and said, "I got you covered little bitch, but it means I can't fuck you tonight. We'll have to wait until tomorrow. So, when we hook up tonight, you'll be blowing me again."
"Yes, Sir," I said. I'd enjoyed having his cock in my mouth, but it would have been nice to drop a load myself.
"And let's make it more interesting," he said. "I don't want you wearing underwear anymore. When I want to play with this ass pussy, I want free access."
He used his finger to stroke my ass and to push on my hole. "You like that, little bitch?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir!" I admitted. And that was the truth. He was making me feel good, and it was making me even harder.
"Then you'll stop wearing underpants," he demanded.
I nodded and he pushed harder against me. He put his finger in my mouth and had me suck it until it was dripping. Then he bent me over and pressed his finger inside me. It hurt for a minute or two, then it began to feel good.
"That's what you'll get when you're not wearing your panties," he said.
He kept me naked, and he played with my butt until he decided break time was over. Then I got dressed and we climbed down from the loft. Aidan had stuck my underpants in his back pocket, and he was wearing them like a trophy. Ira and Stella seemed to be laughing behind my back, but Aidan kept putting his hand on my butt and it felt so good that I didn't care what they thought.
Lew
Somehow, I got roped into taking notes for the Wolf House alphas. Zeno, Inga, and Naomi were meeting in the office while the work details were preparing the site for the gather. And they were discussing the residents.
"Lew, you've been here for a while so you may have some insight into this matter," Zeno said. "We know that Cromwell is back in town. We're going to be vetting people at Wolf House and in the dorms. Is there anyone here we must keep a special eye on?"
"I didn't want to accuse anyone without proof, but I've got some suspicions," I said. "To begin with, there's Aidan Stringer. He's Jarod Stringer's youngest brother and Jarod was Cromwell's right hand. And Aidan is... I don't know. He's gone plenty and he spends a lot of time stirring up trouble among the betas."
"Do you think he's meeting up with Cromwell when he's gone?" Zeno asked.
"Could be," I admitted, "but it could also be that Aidan is a cusper, a man on the cusp between beta and alpha, and he's been chafing at having no alpha to exert control. It's up to you three, but my advice is to watch him, maybe follow him one day when he's out."
Inga chimed in, "I've only been here a day, but it seems to me that he's really close to Ira Cohen and Stella White."
I let the conversation continue because I couldn't bring myself to interrupt the alphas while they were talking, so I waited for a break in the conversation before saying, "All the betas here know that I was reporting to Drew on the goings on at the house, and Ira or Stella were always watching me except when I was in class. I thought it was Aidan trying to build up his own position in the House."
The alphas continued to discuss the issue and in the end, we had nothing concrete to go on. Zeno had me write up the notes and share the document with the three Wolf House alphas. Without realizing it, I had become their unofficial secretary. I was a beta, but even betas were motivated by position, and I couldn't help but ask myself what this did for my position in the pack. It would put me near the top with the other prestigious betas for sure.
Drew
Those of us who lived on campus started arriving at Wolf House around 2:30 p.m. in the afternoon. I had a brief meeting with the pack alphas in charge, and we exchanged some notes. We set up a regular weekend meeting at the house and made long term arrangements for responsibilities. We clarified that Zeno would hold ultimate authority at the house and Naomi would handle security there. Meghan was still in charge of overall pack security, and Xav had authority over all spiritual matters. Then I shared the knowledge from the council meeting on Saturday. Zeno had already brought them up to speed, but it helped us to discuss it together.
The barn had been cleaned and it looked like it would make a good space for us to practice fighting. Naomi, Meghan, and Darren were our best fighters, other than me. Of course, Darren, and probably Naomi from what I'd seen, were better than me in a fight. They were going to test every member of the pack today to see how good they were in a fight.
Simon
Lunch was excellent, chicken wings, salad, and fresh baked rolls. Willie took charge, but Sammy was also a good cook. There were also chips and dips. Sammy had made some fresh salsa, bean dip and queso. After lunch, I wasn't really interested in the football matches, so I got Conor's attention, and we headed out to the area near the woods.
"What do you want, alpha sir?" Conor asked with a smile as we entered the woods behind the farm.
About five acres of these woods belonged to Wolf House, so we had some privacy. I looked at Conor and smiled back at him. "Did you come prepared, beta boy?" I asked.
Conor got off on the power dynamic between alphas and betas, and I was beginning to enjoy it a lot as well. He shivered a little and kicked off his shoes.
"I was hoping you were going to find me, sir, so I'm all cleaned and lubed," he replied, pulling his pants down and throwing his shirt off. Then he bent over and spread his cheeks. "Do you want to check it out, sir?"
I walked up to him and thrust one finger roughly inside. He was clean and he was enjoying the rough treatment. What I'd learned about Conor was that he liked things a little rough, or rather he liked a little rough play. With the way he dramatically overreacted, I knew that he wouldn't like it if it were real, which was good because I liked the play, but wasn't really attracted to the rough stuff. At least my conscious mind wasn't. Given the dreams I’d been having, I wouldn’t be surprised at anything my unconscious wanted at this point.
"Do you like that, beta boy?" I asked, wiggling my finger around inside him and making him yelp.
"I do, alpha sir," he replied, looking over his shoulder at me and grinning, "but what I really need is something bigger inside me."
Conor was a year older than me, several inches taller and much more muscular, but he wanted to submit to me. He wasn't a muscle jock like Kyle, but he was a jock, despite his slenderer build. His lithe body was toned and hot and he wanted to bottom for me. He'd never even hinted at a desire to try it the other way. I could do worse than this pale skinned athlete with the tight, but accommodating, ass. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of my briefs. I was already hard, so I slapped my erection on his round butt. Then I reached around to fondle his cock. He was as hard as I was.
"Is that what you need, beta boy?" I asked. "Do you want my big cock inside you?"
I knew I wasn't that big, not objectively, but seven inches looked huge on a shorter guy like me. Looking down at my dark cock lying against his smooth and pale cheeks reminded me of the old song, Ebony and Ivory, live together in perfect harmony, side by side on my... bedsheets. Yeah, no bedsheets out here, but it still held. Most of the guys I'd been with here had been white boys. I liked boys of all shades, and I'm sure there were black boys out there who'd be perfect for me, but I'd never met one. All the black jock boys I'd met had been more interested in topping me than in bottoming for me. And campy, effeminate boys didn't do it for me, no matter how pretty they were.
"Fuck yeah," Conor growled. "Make me squeal like a stuck pig, alpha sir!"
"Do you want me to play with you a bit, or are you feeling tough?" I asked.
"Don't fuck around, sir," he said, "just fuck me."
I lined up with his well-lubed hole and pushed inside. He gasped a little, then reached back to pull his cheeks apart.
"Am I hurting you, Conor?" I asked, using his name to make sure he knew I was being serious. "I can play with your butt until you're more relaxed."
"No, seriously," he replied, "There's a little pain, but not more than I can handle, not even more than I kind of like."
"If you say so," I said, patting his butt. Then I took hold of his hips and pushed inside him. Damn, he was silky, tight, and warm.
I bottomed out and let a sigh escape me. Conor was moaning a little, but it was obviously from pleasure instead of pain. In some ways, I thought, Conor was the tougher man. I still felt pain from Drew getting inside me yesterday, but Conor seemed to be able to handle it with ease. But maybe he just wanted it more than I did.
I fucked him hard, holding his hips and slamming my pelvis against his firm ass. And he was pushing that fine butt back against me in answer to each thrust. This was an awkward position for both of us. With Conor squatting ever so slightly to accommodate my smaller stature and me pushing into him hard enough that I had to steady him with my hands on his hips to keep him from tumbling forward. And I was getting to the point of no return. I didn't know how close he was because I couldn't gauge it very well in this position.
I reached around, took his hard cock in my hand, and began stroking him with slow, but firm, movements. His knees buckled and he said, "If you keep that up, sir, I am going to shoot!"
"Good," I said, "do it! Shoot your cum right here on the grass."
It almost felt like he'd been waiting for permission. "I'm cumming, sir!" he shouted, spraying the forest floor.
His ass clamped down hard on my cock and I joined him, letting out a growl of pleasure. It still wasn't an alpha growl. I didn't think I could do that until I'd transformed (although I suddenly remembered how I’d come close in the room with Drew earlier), but it was moderately manly.
When we'd both cum, I spun him around to kiss him, but he sank to his knees and swallowed my cock, cleaning it gently with his tongue. We kissed afterwards, then we got cleaned up and went back to the party. To hell with playing football. Fucking Conor was better than playing a game any day.
Chase
Aidan hadn't been kidding about finding me at the gather. After we finished cleaning out the barn, he dragged me into a dilapidated building that may have once been a chicken coop. It had a slightly musty smell, but otherwise was clean. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the dirt floor in front of him. I sank to my knees, and he slapped me, not hard like my stepdad used to, just hard enough to show me he meant business.
"Didn't I tell you that bitches be naked when they service me?" he growled.
I felt a tingle run up my spine at the sound. I pulled my shirt off and then scrambled to get out of my jeans. Once I was naked, I knelt before him again, my hard cock jutting out in front of me. Aidan sneered at me and poked my hard dick with his booted foot.
"Now you can suck my cock, bitch," he said.
It sounded like he was giving me permission, but I knew it was a command. It took me a minute to take him down to the pubes, but he let me do it at my own pace and I was grateful. Once he was inside my throat, he grabbed my hair and started fucking my face. I was choking and gagging, but I could still breathe if I timed it right.
"You've got a nice throat, bitch," he said, "but you need to work on getting rid of your gag reflex. I plan to drop a load in your mouth or your ass 2-3 times a day."
He fucked me hard, slapping me whenever he felt my teeth on his cock. Soon he was making short jabbing thrusts and his breathing grew heavy. Then he pulled my face against his pubes and held it there while he spilled his seed right down my throat. When he was done, he pulled out just far enough for me to suck the head clean.
Then he reached down and grabbed my nuts and lifted me to my feet roughly. "Have you stroked your tiny twiglet, bitch?" he demanded. "Have you spilled your cum since we were together?"
"No, Sir!" I yelped.
"Good," he growled, "I'd smell it on you if you did. Don't forget that fact, bitch. No matter how hard you scrub, I'll know if you've cum and then I beat these little balls until they turn blue."
"Yes, Sir!" I cried. "I won't beat off and I won't cum."
"That's right, little bitch," he said. "A boy like you doesn't get to cum unless it's fucked out of him by a real man."
Then he left me to get dressed on my own. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but then I heard his voice resonating along my nerves, and I wanted to fall at his feet and grovel. He may not be an alpha, but he felt like an alpha to me.
He found me one more time, shortly after the football game. His team had won, and he'd proven himself on the field. I hated sports, but I watched the game because I wanted to watch him play. He didn't disappoint even though his team lost. The guys were all playing in sweats and tee shirts. Aidan was on Zeno's team of course and the dorm betas played under Darren.
After the game, he came strutting up to me, covered in sweat and smelling manly. "Come on," he said, "I need to go to the bathroom."
Ira and Chuck giggled as Aidan dragged me to the bathroom. It was a replay of earlier. I was naked on my knees, sucking his cock. He found some excuse to slap me around a little, but it just excited me more. He kept his growling low so that no one could hear it outside the bathroom, but it drove me wild. He left while I was struggling to get back into my clothes, the taste of his cum still on my tongue. Ira and Chuck had stood guard outside the door, and he was talking to them quietly.
I didn't hear what they said, but Aidan shook his head and said, "Not yet. He's not ready. Give me some time."
Drew
The game went well, and the food was excellent. Darren's team won the game, but I wasn't surprised. Meghan, Tammy, Kevin, Gordon, and Edgar were a good core group of athletes and Darren was like a beast. Once he got his hands on someone, they went down. Simon and Conor were nowhere to be seen during the game which made me a little suspicious.
Zeno was one of the most athletic men I knew, but he was a dancer, not a footballer. He had Naomi who was wickedly fast, Sammy who was almost as solid as Darren, and Aidan who was a damn fine athlete, but they needed at least one more star player. I saw Ivan sitting on the sidelines. He had a powerful build, but he was still recovering from a silver bullet to the chest. He seemed to be getting better, but not enough to play football yet.
We all gathered in the pavilion after the game, and I took the submission of the pack. We started with the alphas. Simon had made it back, so I wasn't going to have to get on him again. The submission of Naomi and Inga effectively made them members of the pack, although we would have to hunt together to finalize it. I officially made them Zeno's deputies.
Unlike the alphas, the betas submitted as a group, but each of them passed by and licked my hand before retaking their seats. Seeing more than two dozen werewolves in submission, including seven alphas, sent a thrill of power through me. The fact that Xav didn't submit (as spirit talker he is part of the pack, but also separate from it) made no difference. He stood next to me, radiating power of his own and using it to support me. I had to make sure that all this power didn't go to my head.
We let out a community howl. It was risky, but it was necessary. Then the Wolf House alphas organized all the betas, both dorm and house, into cleaning teams. We were going to leave the grounds pristine when we broke up. Each work group was answerable to a chosen beta and Simon Carter was left on the back porch to act as a supervisor while I met with the other alphas in the family room of the house. We closed the pocket doors and began our meeting. This time Dawn took notes. No betas were allowed at the alpha council.
There were a lot of minor details to go over, but we had to get on the same sheet of music. Among those issues, we set the yearly rent for wolves staying at the house. It was low compared to living off site, but we had to cover utilities, food, and other expenses. We were still looking to buy the two properties on either side of us so we could double our grounds. Wolf House was as big as both the other properties put together.
"There's one more thing I have to bring you up to speed on," I said. "I'm not going into details because I'm trying to preserve his dignity as an alpha, but Simon Carter challenged me in a way I couldn't overlook yesterday. No one was there to see it, so I didn't have to beat him senseless, but you should know that he's on probation. I've suspended his alpha privileges for the time being until I'm sure he's back on track."
"That's going to humiliate him in front of the betas, Drew," Darren said. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"That's why he's supervising the clean up today while we're meeting," I said. "A beta could do that job so long as we're here to back them up, but it's not unreasonable to appoint a newer alpha to handle it. I don't want to make it obvious to any of the betas. I need them to respect him. Don't tell any of the betas and make sure you find something for him to do if you must exclude him from the alpha meetings."
"Isn't that a little severe?" Xav asked. "He's new and no one saw him challenge you. Couldn't you just take a slot in combat training and beat some sense into him during that."
I shook my head. "He threatened to go to the police," I said. "That's a betrayal of the pack. So, it's not as severe a consequence as you think."
I took a deep breath and then continued, "But this is it, Xav. If he makes another threat that could expose the pack, I'm going to need you to remove his wolf spirit and banish it back to the spirit plane."
Xav blanched and looked sick to his stomach. There was grumbling around the circle. Everyone knew that the removal of the wolf spirit could result in death or insanity. Xav looked ready to argue, but he read the room and realized that there was disorder and disunity. He let his wolf spirit manifest around him, flooding the room with his power and bringing silence.
"This is the ancient law of the pack," he said. "It will be as you say, leader."
His eyes told me that we were going to have an uncomfortable talk later about me springing something like this on him in a council meeting, but he had my back. Xav always had my back. I was bigger and stronger when it came to physical things, but he was my older brother, and he was so much stronger than me when it came to emotional and spiritual matters.
After the meeting broke up, he came up to me and whispered, "You made the right call, Drew, and I know it wasn't easy for you. Now it is the responsibility of the pack to bring Simon back into line. If he fails this test, it's we who will have failed."
He looked into my eyes and then told everyone, "I need to talk to my brother alone."
By calling me his brother instead of the leader, he made it clear that this was personal, not pack business. They left and Darren closed the pocket doors behind him. If I knew him half as well as I thought, he would be standing outside the door, preserving our privacy. None of the others would challenge him.
Xav looked into my eyes again. "You're almost there," he said, "But if we believe Cromwell is back, you need to expand your power. You barely beat him last time. You're the best man for the job, but we both know that we can't afford for you to lose to Cromwell when he comes at you. If Meghan and Darren can find him before then, they can kill him. But if they don't, he'll come to the spirit rock and he'll challenge you. And it will be his right. You'll have to fight him."
"What am I supposed to do, Xav? I'm not going to mount all the alphas to force my dominance on them, and I'm not going to kill and eat a human, no matter how much they may deserve it," I asked.
I couldn’t tell Xav about Sebastian’s aid in the last contest. He probably knew, but it was one of those things that was likely best left unspoken. He was supposed to be enforcing pack traditions. If we never acknowledged what I’d done, he’d never have to do anything about it.
Consuming sentient flesh and aggressively dominating other werewolves while mounting them were two of the most common ways to expand the power of your wolf spirit. They were ways a beta could reliably work his way to becoming an alpha. But there was no way I was going to do either of those things. Not only would they feed the darker aspects of my wolf spirit, but they were also ethically and morally wrong.
"There's another way," he whispered, "even if we're both too squeamish to mention it."
I looked deep into those beautiful sapphire blue eyes, and I could tell this was as hard for him as it was for me.
"I don't know if I can… " I admitted. "There are some lines not meant to be crossed."
Xav hugged me and replied, "I know, but I'm not just your brother. I'm your spirit talker. We may not have a choice. And just for the record, brother or no, I'm willing to do it."
I wrapped my arms around his slender shoulders. He felt small and even a little vulnerable in my arms. I knew he was strong, and I knew he was right. If we were to have sex, especially within a spirit circle, my wolf spirit would grow and become more powerful. If he weren't my brother, I would have done it before now.
"I'll think about it," I said, rubbing his back.
"Don't think too long, Drew," he said. "The next full moon is in three weeks. If Cromwell comes to challenge you then, you need to be as prepared as you can be."
"I know," I admitted. "I should have ripped his throat out in our last fight, but I let him choose exile instead."
Xav put one hand on my cheek and the other on my chest. "If you hadn't given him a chance to reform, you wouldn't have been you," he said. "And you are the best leader we could have. Your vision is the future for all skinchangers. We must move past the way of fang and blood and build a better path forward. It's what father believed, and it was as true then as it is now."
"And that's why mother changed sides and helped Stanford come to power back home," I said. "She thought he was weak, and she killed him for it."
"He wasn't weak," Xav said. "She was the weak one. She couldn't even stop Stanford from mounting us in front of the pack, and you were only twelve."
"She didn't want to stop him, Xav," I said. "She welcomed it as a harsh but necessary reminder that the pack was returning to the traditional ways. You're the one who took care of me afterward; you're the one who always looked out for me."
"Then let me look out for you now," he replied. "At least think about it."
The Observers
There was a big party at Wolf House. It looked like everyone was there. There were thirty-three of them, all told, including nine that looked like alphas, judging from the way the others deferred to them. It looked like a get together with a football game and a picnic, but we assumed that was what we were supposed to be thinking. Something was happening in the barn. The alpha we'd labeled Beardo – where did these nicknames come from – and one of the new female alphas, the rounder, more maternal one, who we’d codenamed momma alpha, had gone inside and hadn't come out. Meanwhile, the new alpha we'd labeled Dancer was sending the others in a few at a time. When they came out, they looked like they'd been in a fight.
The beta we called Chef Willie was working closely with one of the new betas we hadn't named yet. He was still called beta 29 on the screen. They were supervising the food. The one we'd named Teen Wolf was trying to help, but he looked more like he was hindering the cooks.
The football game was well-played for a bunch of amateurs. We recorded the whole thing in HD with a telescopic camera and I intended to get a copy for myself. Some of these wolf boys were HAF. After the game, when the sun was just beginning to go down, all the alphas except for the one we'd designated Little Alpha went inside while the others cleaned up the grounds. We were able to get some shots from the sides because we'd installed remote cameras on the satellite dishes of the neighboring houses.
One of the betas intrigued me. He was a handsome white guy with brown hair. Some of the betas, a select group, were treating him like an alpha and he was acting like an alpha. He'd also been the best player on the losing team in the football game. And he was one of the most HAF boys at the party. I took a few close-up stills. The new beta we'd designated emo-wolf was always hanging around him, and he seemed awfully handsy with the boy. Damn, that emo-wolf looked young. He and teen wolf seemed like the babies of the group. I changed the designation of the footballer to alpha-beta. I didn't like enigmas and neither did my superiors.
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 Alchemy and Songcraft 3.
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