The Pack

The Pack Chapter 9

(New Moon)

Darren

It was the night of the new moon and I felt weak and slow this morning. Little Benjy was sleeping soundly on top of me. He wasn't even twitching in his sleep. I lay there for another hour, stroking the silken hair on his head and watching him drool on my chest. Eventually he woke up and looked at me, still yawning.

"It's the New Moon, Daddy," he said, stretching to get his muscles moving.

"I know, baby boy. Do you feel up to riding my cock this morning?" I asked.

He looked torn, but in the end he yawned again and said, "Can you fuck me this morning instead, Daddy?"

He was giving me his cute puppy dog eyes and his lips were pouting. He was a manipulative little twink. We were both lethargic, but he expected me to do the work. I guessed that was part of being the daddy. If my boy needed his hole filled, it was my job to fill it. I tousled his hair and then held him tight while I stood up. I carried him into the bathroom.

"Let's clean out your little hole, Benjy," I said as I handed him his douching equipment.

He stuck his bottom lip out and said, "Can you do it for me today, Daddy?"

He was annoyingly cute this morning. I brushed his hair out of his eyes and asked, "Do you want to have sex this morning? Or are you too tired?"

He wrapped his arms around me and said, "Please, Daddy, I need you."

He was whinier than I'd ever seen him. I wondered if he was sick. We wolves didn't usually get sick, but there were a few exceptions. I filled his bulb with warm neutral saline and turned him over my lap. I used the lube to massage his hole gently. I didn't put the nozzle inside him until he'd relaxed completely. At this angle it took only a few squirts to get it all inside him. Then I turned him over and held him on my lap. He didn't feel warm.

"Are you sick, baby boy?" I asked as I stroked his soft skin.

He shook his head. "It's my time of the month," he said weakly.

"What do you mean that it's your time of the month?" I asked.

"That's what the guys always called it back home," he said, "but they didn't say it when momma was around because she'd get mad and hit them. It always happens on the new moon."

I could understand his mother. I was getting angry, too. The boy was deeply affected by the new moon and the other guys teased him in a mean way. It didn't sound like he knew they were picking on him, or maybe he'd been so used to it that he didn't react.

"Can you describe it for me?" I asked. "How you feel that is."

He looked into my eyes, and I could see that his were watery. "My wolf is asleep and doesn't want to play," he said. "I can wake it if I try really hard, but it doesn't like it."

I didn't ask him to shake his little butt today, no matter how cute it was when he did it. I bounced him on my lap instead until it was time for him to push it out. We did it three times before I was satisfied. Then I carried him back out and laid him down on the bed. I pushed his legs up to his chest and exposed his little pink hole. He didn't even have stubble today and his skin didn't have the characteristic red splotches he got just after using the cream.

"Baby, the cream doesn't seem to be bothering your skin anymore. Did you change brands?" I asked as I rubbed my wet thumb across his little ring.

"I don't need it anymore," he said. "When I saved Nico's life, he took all my body hair away for good. He told me I could be your boy forever that way."

I was pissed that he was making deals with that elf without having one of us present to protect him, but I didn't have the heart to chastise him today. He was feeling bad, and he'd apparently done it for me. I swallowed my anger and ran my tongue around his ass lips.

"My baby's boy hole tastes sweet," I said. "It's already twitching against my tongue like it's ready, but I'm going to kiss it for a while first."

He was smiling at me now and his little dick had gotten hard. "Thank you, Daddy. You make my hole feel happy!"

"So, is your hole happy now, boy?" I asked, rubbing it with a well lubed thumb.

He bit his lip and nodded his head. I pressed in gently with my thumb and his eyes flew open wide and he let out a loud, "Yes! Daddy! Yes!"

I worked some lube inside him with my fingers and stroked his hard little gay button. "It's a cute little hole. Does it need its daddy to tame it and show it who owns it?"

"Yes, Daddy. Show my hole who's boss. Show it who's in charge," he moaned.

I played with his cute little rosebud and worked three fingers inside him so I could stretch him out for me. Then he relaxed completely. "This sweet little hole of yours knows who owns it, baby," I said. It's open now, like the prettiest flower. What do you think it wants?"

"Your cock, Daddy!" he screamed. "My boy hole wants your daddy cock!"

I was sure the neighbors heard him. It didn't really bother me, and Benjy loved the idea that the neighbors may know when I was fucking him. He was ready, and I was ready, so I pulled my fingers out and rubbed them across his lips. I said, "If your little hole wants to feel your daddy's cock inside it, I guess I shouldn't keep it waiting."

I glanced at my watch and frowned. "Oh no! Your little boy hole will have to wait, or we'll miss breakfast. I'll have to fuck you later," I teased him.

He grabbed my arm and said, "Please Daddy, no! I can't wait. Feed my boy hole now, please. I can eat later."

"You take too long to eat. We'll never get you to class on time if I feed your hole first," I replied sadly, shaking my head.

"I'll eat fast this morning, Daddy. I won't argue. I'll eat the whole burrito, even if it makes me throw up. Please," he begged.

I put a finger on his lips again to shush him, then said, "You only need to eat half the burrito, but you must eat it without complaint, and you must do it fast. Do you promise?"

"Yes, Daddy! I promise. My boy hole can't wait until later. It needs you now!" he whined.

He was so cute when he begged. Of course, I had no intention of making him wait. I was so aroused that I was about to spray my seed all over the bed instead of planting it inside my boy where it belonged. He was small and only needed half a breakfast burrito anyway. He would get enough food. And since I was going to eat the other half, I was only going to have one and half burritos instead of two. It was a start on my plan to make my body into the dad bod Benjy deserved.

I pushed inside him slowly, watching his face the whole time. It went from hunger to pain to determination to satisfaction in a matter of moments. The boy would never be a liar. His pretty little face was so expressive that it openly displayed whatever he was feeling at the time.

"Just a little more, baby boy. I'm almost there," I said. "Just a few more inches and then I'm going to fuck you until you scream."

"I always scream for you, Daddy," he said seriously. "I'm lucky to have you. None of the other alphas have ever wanted me. They wouldn't even initiate me in my home pack."

The tears were streaming down his cheeks. "They said it was because I was special, but I know that they hated me because I talk all the time and I annoy them, but you don't care if I annoy you, do you Daddy?"

I was almost ready to cry myself. This boy was needy for a reason. He'd always been the outsider, and he'd always felt different. I sank inside him all the way and then used my hips to push him all the way to the top of the bed so I could lie on top of him. He wrapped his legs around my fat waist, and I leaned forward to kiss the tears from his eyes.

"You don't annoy me, baby boy. I love you. Don't forget that fact," I assured him.

Then I took his hands in mine and started fucking him. He never lasted long when I took him this way. My belly pressed on his nuts and cock, compressing them even without rubbing him. I wasn't one of those tops who never wanted his boy to experience pleasure from his dick. I thought his dick was cute, and sometimes I needed to suck on it. But he had a hair trigger, and he came too quickly.

This morning I was ready to cum too quickly myself. Tending to his smooth and sexy body, giving him his morning cleaning, and then playing with his sweet little butt had almost been too much for me. I had to force myself to think about other things to slow down my orgasm. I went through all the facts I knew about Cromwell and tried to figure out where he could be hiding. I thought about my upcoming biochemistry exam. Then I thought about the problem with Simon.

It worked for a while, but I was still watching Benjy's cute face. His eyes popped every time I bottomed out in his butt and his mouth made a little "o" of pleasure every time my cock pressed on his gay spot. His long eyelashes fluttered, and his breathing was growing shallow.

"I'm almost there, baby boy. Where do you want my seed? Do you want to taste it, or do you want me to feed it to your hole?" I asked.

"Feed my hole, please Daddy," he replied with a serious expression. "My hole is hungry."

"Here it comes, baby boy," I said. "Daddy's going to plant his seed deep inside you."

I reached down and squeezed his penis near the head. It sent him over the edge. He started shooting his cum into my hand and he squealed, "I'm cumming, Daddy! I'm cumming! Seed me now!"

His little hole twitched and grabbed my cock near the base. I started shooting my load in his warm silky tunnel. "Take Daddy's seed, little boy," I growled.

 

Simon

I woke up with Drew wrapped around me. His mouth was close enough that his breath was blowing across my ear, and his hard cock was pressing against my hole. Maybe that explained my dream.

I'd been fucking Kyle's muscular ass, his powerful thighs wrapped around my slender frame holding me tight. My fingers were running up and down his broad chest, occasionally pausing to pull on the rings in his nipples. His handsome face was looking up at me. I loved everything about it, from the dimple in his square chin to his full lips, the fullest lips I'd ever seen on a white guy. His eyes were looking up at me with desire.

"I love you, Simon, and I love your big cock stretching my ass," he said. "I've wanted you inside me from the first time I saw you."

"Me too, Kyle," I said. "I wanted inside your sexy ass the first time I saw you changing for bed."

His warm hole felt so good. He was strong and he was milking my cock with his powerful ass muscles. It was almost like his rosebud was giving me a blowjob while I fucked him.

Someone was watching us, but I couldn't tell who it was. It couldn't be real. My wolf spirit was also there, giving me a look of approval. It liked Kyle despite him not having a wolf spirit to play with. If someone else were here, my wolf would be growling to let me know there was danger.

I felt a shift in my dream.

I was looking down on Kyle's handsome, masculine face. His hands were running up and down my thighs and I felt full. I was sitting on Kyle's dick, my hips rocking forward and back so that I slid mostly off his cock and then pressed myself back down so that it was buried inside me. I didn't usually like getting fucked, but Kyle's dick was making me feel that pleasure that had always eluded me. He was pressing against my prostate with every thrust, and I was breathing hard.

"I love you, Simon, and I love your tight ass rocking on my cock," he said. "I've wanted inside your beautiful brown ass from the moment I first saw it."

"Me too, Kyle," I said. "I wanted to feel you inside me the first time I saw you changing for bed."

It was like everything was reversed. And then it reversed again. Sometimes I was fucking him, and sometimes I was riding his dick. Then, in the strangely surreal manner of dreams, both scenarios were true at once and I was enjoying both.

There was a voice. I didn't recognize the speaker, but his words made sense to me. "If you want this, you must help Kyle. He's in crisis and he needs your help. His mind needs healing and that can only happen if he makes peace with Kieran. You're the only one who loves him without even touching him, and you're the only one who can help him."

I sank into a warm oblivion of pleasure. It was like sinking deeper into the dream. The images melted into one.

But this morning it wasn't Kyle I was with. It was Drew. He'd fucked me once before, but I hadn't let myself enjoy it. With his erection pressing against me, I wondered what it would be like if I relaxed and allowed myself to experience the sensation of a dick in my ass with an open mind. I wiggled my hips and pressed back against Drew until the head of his cock lodged in my hole. I reached back with one hand and pulled my left cheek up so I could press back against him without any obstruction. My hole felt alive.

Drew's hand tightened on my hip, and he whispered in my ear, "If you want something from me, Simon, all you have to do is ask."

I pulled my ass away from his cock, shame washing over me as I realized what I'd almost done. It would have been rape wouldn't it?

"I'm sorry, pack leader," I said. "I shouldn't have... taken advantage of you while you were sleeping."

He reached around and grabbed my erection while he kissed my neck. "I don't mind, Simon, and you don't have to be so formal. Do you want me inside you this morning? You didn't seem to be into it last time."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It hadn't made Drew any less of a top when he dressed in that sexy black jock and let me have his ass. No one doubted his masculinity or the fact that he was a top. Why was I so hung up on it?

"I think I do want you inside me, Drew. I want to give it an honest try this time," I said.

"If you're sure, we need to do it right. You go clean up down there and I'll call Xav and see what he says. If you still want it, come back here, and climb in my bed. You don't even have to say it," he said.

It was sweet that he was trying to make it easy for me. He knew about my hang ups, and he wanted to help me overcome them. He was right. It was time. I may never come to love bottoming, but I needed to give myself a chance to see for sure. And if I was ever going to have a chance with Kyle, maybe he would want to top me sometimes. The idea of Kyle inside me seemed appealing, like it was a deep seated desire that had somehow come to the surface of my brain.

What the heck was I thinking? Kyle depended on me to help guide him through his difficult coming out. I couldn't take advantage of him while he was vulnerable.

I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, stopping to tell Drew "I'll be back" before I headed through the door. My douche bulb was sitting on the counter with its plastic sheath on it. Drew had cleaned it for me and labeled it with my name. I did my business as quickly as I could then looked at myself in the mirror. I brushed my hair back into shape and washed the drool off my right cheek. Then I brushed my teeth. I chuckled at the fact that I was primping like I was going on a date even though I was just heading back to get my ass busted by my roommate.

Drew was lying on the bed when I returned. His erect cock was lying against his hard, hairy abdomen and he had a smile on his face. He put down the phone and said, "Good news! Xav says I can fuck you."

I laughed and teased him, "Do you always need your brother's permission to fuck someone?"

"No, but you do," he reminded me.

His words didn't even bother me this morning. I slid back into bed next to him and let him kiss me. I didn't fight for control. I let him take charge. I'd promised Xav and Drew that I would do as they asked. I hadn't even tried, but now I was going to comply with their wishes and see what happened.

Drew took me in his arms and held me close while he kissed me. Being held by a bigger man usually made me feel weak, like the man was trying to dominate me and show me his superiority, but in my dream I hadn't felt that way when Kyle was holding me. Dream Kyle wasn't belittling me in any way. He was just showing his affection. Drew had always treated me as much like an equal as he could, even though he was the pack leader. He'd given himself to me before even asking me to give myself to him. I let myself enjoy the feeling of his strong arms around me.

"You're a very sexy man, Simon," Drew said. "You're turning me on right now, but you'll have to forgive me if this feels one dimensional. I guess mundanes always have sex like this, but my wolf is lethargic during the new moon, so our spirits won't be very active."

That seemed strange to me. I could feel my wolf spirit stirring inside me. It didn't seem lethargic at all. Drew went back to kissing me and I allowed my mind to call out to my wolf spirit. It seemed pleased with what I was doing. I couldn't talk to it, at least not in words, but I managed to communicate my desires. My wolf seemed to recede into the hazy boundaries of the spirit world. In a few moments it returned, and Drew's wolf spirit was with it.

Drew's kisses became more passionate, and I could feel a tremor of excitement run through his body and his erection pressed harder against me. My vision seemed doubled, like I could see the dorm room and Drew, but I could also see an open field of green where our wolves were playfully nipping one another. My wolf looked in my direction and I felt it nudge me to get my attention, then it rolled over onto its back and presented its underbelly to Drew's wolf. But it wasn't just lying there, it was moving as if to entice the other wolf. I felt another mental shove and I was wholly in the mundane plane again.

I knew what my wolf spirit wanted. I stopped lying passive in Drew's arms. I welcomed him with my body. I used my tongue to rub against his and I wrapped my leg around his. When his hand slid down my back to cup my butt, I relaxed the muscles to invite his fingers to touch my hole.

"You seem different today, Simon, more relaxed, more... it's like you really want this today, not like you're just doing it because it's expected," Drew said.

"I've decided to give Xav's advice a real chance. I want to see if it will work," I replied.

"Well, it's working for me. You're being so passionate that you woke my wolf up on the new moon. I may get a little aggressive," he said.

"Good. I want to see what that feels like," I admitted. "And if you get a little aggressive, it'll be on me. I'm the one who woke your wolf spirit up."

Drew stopped kissing me and stared at me. He seemed perplexed. "You woke my wolf up?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "Did I do something wrong?"

Drew was smiling as he shook his head. "You did nothing wrong, Simon. You did something unexpected. I need you to keep your schedule clear tonight. I'm going to send you to Xav's house to spend the night there. He needs to know all about this."

He seemed relieved about something. I had no idea what it could be until he shrugged and said, "I'll just have to give Xav my answer to his offer on another night."

Then he rolled over on top of me and moved between my legs. His kisses grew more energetic as he worked his way down my chest, pausing to tickle my nipples, before continuing down to my groin. His lips felt wonderful. He was being aggressive, but also responding to the signals my body was sending. He must have been because his lips were everywhere my skin cried out for attention.

He kissed my balls and then drew them into his mouth one at a time to suck them. He massaged them gently with his tongue while he sucked hard enough to get my attention. I was running my fingers through his short hair and moaning.

"You have a very attractive cock, Simon, but my guess is that if I put my mouth on it you're going to cum immediately," he said.

It was true. That's how close I was to cumming.

When his mouth moved down to my ass, I heaved a great sigh and spread my legs further apart. Something had changed inside me, and I didn't know how it had happened. Before, whenever anyone touched my hole, I started shutting down. It wasn't that I hadn't been fucked before. Back in high school I'd often had to give my ass to a lover before I had a chance at theirs. But it had always made me feel small and weak, less of a man.

When Drew's tongue hit my hole, it was like magic. I was relaxed and open to the feeling, and it didn't disappoint me. It was like a spark ran through me from my anus along my taint and into my cock. I groaned, "Damn that feels amazing Drew! I can't believe that I resisted it for so long!"

"And you taste great, Simon, strong and powerful like an alpha. Your ass isn't like any of the twinkie betas I've tasted. It's more like Zeno's. I swear it wasn't like this last time," he said.

He pulled away and grabbed the lube. He and I both knew that I would cum just from his tongue if he kept licking me there. Then he rubbed my hole with his slippery fingers and slowly teased me open. I felt a moment of fear. This was always the point where I froze up. I felt the familiar tension begin to build, but then my wolf came to my rescue. My vision split once more between the mundane and the spirit world. My wolf didn't seem so small anymore. It was licking Drew's wolf and I was drawn into its aggressive dominance. Drew's wolf was presenting for my wolf, and I could feel myself drawn inside both spirits. They were doing the same thing Drew and I were doing, but in reverse, my wolf topping and Drew's wolf bottoming.

That's when I felt Drew join us in the link. It was almost exactly what I'd experienced with Xav. When Drew entered me, we completed a circuit and spiritual energy flowed through us in both directions. We were like a wheel of spiritual energy spinning and counter spinning at the same time. The physical sensations were amazing, but they were nothing compared to the spiritual coupling we experienced.

Drew and I came at the same time, and our wolves howled their pleasure through the spirit world. For a moment, we were the brightest thing in that realm, brighter than the sun. Other spirits drew near and danced around us in a multitude of concentric circles.

Then we parted and found ourselves back in the mundane world. Drew was atop me and his weight was pushing me down into the mattress. We were both exhausted, yet strangely energized by that experience.

 

Drew

I had no idea what had happened. Nothing like that ever happened to me before. I'd only ever experienced the spirit world when Xav was guiding me while I meditated. But this time I felt like I'd been there for real. It wasn't me. It had to be Simon. I looked down at his handsome face, still too boyish to look like an alpha, no matter what I'd said to him earlier. Nonetheless, I was in awe of him right now. He had no training and he'd managed the impossible. Not only had he awakened my wolf from its lethargy, but he'd drawn me into the spirit world and then joined with me to create something I'd heard of, yet never experienced. Now my wolf was energized, not like it was on the full moon, but much like it was during the early days of the waxing moon. I hadn't felt this powerful in weeks. Xav was the only werewolf I knew of who could access his wolf spirit like this on the new moon.

Simon had to run to the bathroom, so I called Xav. It couldn't wait.

"Hey, Drew," Xav said. "I'm surprised to hear from you twice this early on the new moon."

"I had to call. I think you need to come to the dorms. You need to examine Simon," I said.

His voice grew quiet and anxious. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Is he alright?"

I started laughing quietly and responded, "I think he's more than alright. I think he just woke my wolf and pulled me into the spirit world. And then we did... something. I can't even think of words to describe it now."

"Is your wolf spirit awake now?" he asked cautiously.

"More than that," I replied. "So is his."

"That shouldn't be possible, Drew, not at this time of the month," he said flatly.

"Even I know that much, Xav. It's why you need to come over," he said.

"I can't. I'm booked until this afternoon. I'll get him at 3:00," he said. "What about you? Have you decided to let me help you out?"

"Simon first, Xav. Trust me on this one," I said.

He wasn't happy. He probably assumed I was trying to put him off. And I was. I loved Xav, but the idea of having sex with him disturbed me. He was the best-looking guy I knew, but he was my brother. I knew that I was probably going to have to say yes. It was only two weeks until the full moon, and I needed to be strong enough to face Cromwell if he showed up. He'd probably been building his power by topping all the wolves in his group, alphas, and betas alike. For all I knew, he was hunting and eating human flesh as well. I'd been topping Zeno since he came back to me, but it wasn't the same. I wasn't dominating him by topping him. He gave himself freely without submitting. He didn't know how to submit while bottoming. He always remained in control like the alpha bottom he was. And it was fun and… dammit I was in love with him, but fucking him didn't make me stronger.

If I approached the other alphas and told them what I needed, they'd do it. I knew they would, but it still wouldn't be the same. In the old ways, the pack leader would pounce on the others and take what he wanted by force. I couldn't do that. Rape wasn't my thing. The idea sickened me.

I told Simon that Xav was coming to examine him at 3:00 p.m. so he shouldn't go too far. He was annoyed I hadn't checked with him first because he had a class that didn't let out until 2:30 p.m. on Fridays, but he calmed down when I explained how important it was. Or maybe he pretended to calm down. I knew he was heading out to exercise with Kyle.

I wasn't sure how I felt about Simon's relationship with Kyle. To the best of my knowledge, they weren't having sex yet, but from the way they looked at each other, it wouldn't be long. As a rule, skinchangers didn't have relationships outside their tribe. It was too complicated, and their partner didn't have a spirit for their own wolf to play with. But then again, maybe it was guilt I was feeling. After what I'd been compelled to do to Kyle in order to satisfy the pack, mostly the betas but a few of the alphas as well, it disturbed me to think about him.

I had to run to class myself so I could get back and shower. Zeno had asked me to come see him dance tonight, and I intended to take him up on it. And then I was going to spend the night at Wolf House. I had the impression that Zeno wanted to talk to me about something anyway.

 

Simon

I was both energized and exhausted from that hot session with Drew when I went out to meet Kyle. I met him in the hallway this time and my heart jumped into my throat. It was like his shorts got tighter and shorter every time I saw him. He was taller than Drew by a couple of inches and he had more tight muscle than anyone else in our dorm. The only thing that prevented him from being physically perfect were the 20 pounds or so of extra weight he was carrying. But his muscles were getting bigger even as his belly was shrinking, so it still looked good.

I joked about being too tired and having him carry me down to the exercise track, and then he surprised me by picking me up and swinging me onto his back before running down the stairs three at a time. I lay my head against his neck and pretended to snore. I took the opportunity to let my lips brush against the skin of his neck.

I wanted him so bad, and I thought he probably wanted me as well. If he weren't enslaved by the elf, it would be different. Not only was he struggling with his situation, making him too vulnerable for me to take advantage of, but he was under a magical compulsion. I'd ordered him not to follow my orders unless he wanted to do it, but I couldn't really be sure how much he was doing freely and how much he was forced to do by that damned magic chain around his neck.

The first station was right outside Baylor Hall. Since that was our dorm, it didn't take us long to get there. The exercises were various forms of stretches. I couldn't help myself. I kept looking in his direction when his eyes were turned away. I didn't even know the names of all the muscles that were displayed prominently on Kyle's arms and legs, but I could see each one distinctly. They didn't just blur together under the skin like they did on most guys. I felt bad because Kyle kept looking over and catching me staring at him. I hoped he wasn't becoming uncomfortable. I shouldn't have been doing it in the first place since his magical bonds would prevent him from objecting to my attention. It was wrong, but he was the image of my perfect fantasy lover from my high school dreams.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to stare, Simon. It's just that you look good stretching over there," he said.

I laughed and replied, "We both know that I can't stop staring at you either. That's what caused all the trouble at the beginning of the year."

"NO!" he interjected loudly. "It wasn't you, Simon. Don't blame yourself. I was the one who attacked you, and I shouldn't have. I just wish things were different, so we wouldn't have this thing between us."

"Yeah," I said. "Look all you want, Kyle. It makes me feel good that you like looking at me. And it proves that I was right back at the beginning of the year when I thought you were sneaking peeks at me as well."

I don't remember the specific exercises. I remember watching Kyle's muscles flex when he exercised, and I remembered his strong hands on me, helping me when I faltered in my own sets. I knew that we finished the whole loop and found ourselves breathing heavily as we did the same stretches we'd done before.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to say something, no matter what the consequences. "Wait. I can't go on pretending. I don't want anything to upset our friendship, but I do like looking at you. I like you."

I thought I'd upset him or made him feel confused. If he wanted to punch me, but the chain wouldn't let him, what would it do to his mind? He stumbled backward and sat down hard on the stone bench. I ran over and sat next to him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I get it if you don't feel the same way. It's my fault that you're in this impossible situation," I said.

"No, no, no!" he insisted. "Everything is my fault. You were like this precious gift that landed in my lap, and I didn't value it. I spat on it. Now, I'm not worthy of that gift, Simon. I'm dirty, filthy, damaged. You deserve so much better than me. I can't... so long as I am enslaved, I'm nothing more than a whore for any man who wants me. I literally can't say no to anyone."

He stopped talking and started sobbing. My heart felt like it was being ripped from my chest. I hated seeing him in pain, but I couldn't look away. I stood up so I could wrap my arms around him. "Hey, it's okay," I said, hugging him tight. "There's nothing wrong with you. You're the victim here."

"It's not just having no free will, Simon. Even in my sleep, I'm forced to relive the rape. And it's so real that I feel like I'm doing it repeatedly. And I can't stop it, no matter how hard I try," he cried.

I held him as tight as I could until he stopped crying. I hoped I was doing the right thing as I rubbed his back to calm him down. "This is only going to get better if you can sit down with Kieran like you are with me. Tell him the truth and make peace between you so you can both move on with your lives."

He looked at me and said, "Jason would kill me. He already told me that no one would ever find my body. I've been afraid he was going to murder me every day since the rape."

I didn't know Kieran or Jason well. I'd passed them in the hallway and had exchanged hellos, but that was it. Neither of them seemed cruel or homicidal to me. "Maybe he understands that you've been punished enough," I ventured.

He laughed nervously and replied, "Have you seen how protective he is of Kieran?"

That I had seen. He didn't let Kieran go anywhere without a protector, not to class, not to lunch, not even to visit friends. Darren and Meghan both took turns keeping others away from him. I knew that they both liked him. Darren had been smitten with him until he’d found Benjy. Maybe he still was in love with him in some ways, but it wasn't like that with Meghan. She wasn't attracted to twinks, no matter how cute they were. She called Kieran "princess". At first it had seemed like she was mocking him, but now I knew that it was her pet name for him.

I remembered her once saying, "He a sweet thing, but super fucking needy. He reminds me why I don't want children, unless I can find myself a manly man who wants to do all the work of taking care of them."

"Let me handle it, okay. I'm going to make sure that you can sit down with Kieran and talk without fear. I'll get Darren to help me if I must," I insisted.

I had no idea how I was going to do that. Darren hated Kyle. He'd never forgiven him for what he'd done to Kieran, even though I'd heard through the rumor mill that he had tried something himself the day before. The word was that Drew had been so angry with him that the two of them had almost come to blows. And that was strange because Drew and Darren normally got along so well.

Kyle excused himself, saying that he had to get to his study group, so I went to my room to get some homework done and to take a nap. When I woke up, I glanced out the window to see Kieran walking toward the door without an escort. I ran over to Kyle's room and knocked on the door. It took him a while to answer, but I was persistent. He peered around the door cautiously. I knew that he wasn't allowed to wear clothes in his room. He'd already told me.

"I just saw Kieran walking toward the dorm. Give me ten minutes from now. That should be long enough for him to get on this floor and for me to get him in my room. Then come over to talk to him," I said.

"I don't know if I should," he replied.

"I need you to do this, Kyle. I'll talk to Jason and tell him that I made you do it. It'll be okay," I assured him.

He looked unsure as he said, "You could do it you know; you could order me."

I shook my head and replied, "That would be the coward's way, Kyle, and I don't think you're a coward. I have too much respect for you to make you do things against your will. You're afraid that you'll be embarrassed, but that's okay. You wouldn't be you if you weren't ashamed of what you did. Just be honest."

He sighed and said, "Okay. I'll do it."

I walked down to the lobby and got there just before Kieran came in. He was looking around nervously, like he was anxious about something. Was he always that afraid, or had Jason made him afraid with his overprotecting? I noticed that he looked young, too young to even be in college. I could have sworn that he was taller than me by a few inches, but I must have been wrong. He was about four inches shorter than me.

I could see why alpha guys swarmed all over him. His red-gold hair hung in curls to his shoulders, and his skin was pale like cream without a blemish or a freckle to be seen. His features were beautiful, with his pouty red lips and deep sapphire eyes. His shorts were almost as small as Kyles, showing off his long, hairless legs. He looked like a pretty doll. He was obviously a boy, but there was something sensually ambiguous about the way he moved. He was gorgeous, but he wasn't my type. In my mind, I appreciated his beauty, but he was smaller than me and his body, although tight and lithe, had too little muscle. He and his friend Alonzo could be matching little statues, one white and one light brown.

I walked up the stairs behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Kieran, I've been meaning to come talk to you. Do you think you can stop by my room for a few minutes?"

"Sure," he replied a little nervously and followed me to my suite.

I gestured for him to take one of the desk chairs and I took the other. I had to take a couple of breaths before I could speak to him. Finally, I said, "I want to ask you something big, something you may be reluctant to do. Hell, I'm reluctant even to ask, and Jason may kill me just for suggesting it."

He looked at me with a face that betrayed some inner turmoil. He looked like he may be ready to throw up. He was sweating and he was slowly shaking his head "no". Somehow, he knew what I was going to ask of him.

"Please, Kieran, just talk with him. I'll be here and I can control him if I must, but I won't have to," I promised.

"Why?" he cried, his eyes open wide, and his pupils dilated. "Why do you want me to talk to him?"

This kid was on the edge of a full-blown panic attack. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. "You two need to talk. You're in his nightmares and he doesn't know how to get you out," I said.

He started breathing fast and shallow, like he was hyperventilating. He yelled, "His nightmares! He's the one raping me! He does it repeatedly! I can't get away from him!"

"Raping you is his nightmare," I pleaded. "It's been his nightmare for two weeks, but now you're in it somehow and that's making it real for him and for you."

I hugged him tighter and stroked his curly hair. "Will you please talk to him? He can't hurt you," I said.

He was almost crying when he whispered, "Okay, I'll do it, but it's not going to be easy for me."

I heard Kyle knocking on the door and I said, "Stay seated. I'll get that. Don't move."

Kyle came in looking nervous and Kieran almost fainted. He drew his knees up on the chair and wrapped his arms around them like he was trying to turn into a small ball. I felt sick to my stomach to be causing him this much distress, but deep down I knew that I didn't have a choice.

"I don't know if I can do this, Simon," he whispered so low that I could barely hear him.

I felt like a bully the way I was pushing this kid, but we would never get another chance like this. I led Kyle over to the bed and said, "Come here, Kyle. Come sit on this bed so you two can talk."

There was silence in the room for a few moments until I said, "Silence is golden, but you two aren't going to solve anything if you don't talk. Kyle, start by telling Simon what you've been wanting to say."

Kyle looked over at the boy. He looked as pale as Kieran did. He breathed deeply and said, "I'm sorry, Kieran. I... I didn't... I wasn't... Fuck it! I'm not going to make any excuses. I was a horrible piece of shit. I never should have put my hands on you, and..."

Then he broke down into tears and I had to kneel on the bed so I could put my arms around him. He was sobbing, "I don't deserve it, Kieran. All I deserve is your hatred, but maybe one day you'll be able to forgive me. I'm not that person anymore. That person was full of hate and I'm not like that anymore. I promise. I'm... I accept who I am now. I'm gay and... I couldn't accept it before. I hated myself and it made me hate others who didn't hate themselves like I did. I..."

Kieran drew further back, but then he seemed to steel himself and take a deep breath. "I don't know if I can forgive you right now, but I'm not curling up into a ball of anxiety and that's a good sign. I need to... I need to know more, but I don't trust your words. Can I...?" he said, climbing off the chair and tentatively stretching out his hand.

The redhead was being brave but it was clear to me that he was on the verge of doing just that. Any second, he could collapse into a ball on the floor. He put his hand near Kyle but didn't touch him. He scrunched up his face and then took a deep breath and said, "I can't see what I need to see, unless I can touch you."

Kyle reached out a hand, but Kieran jumped back and shook his head vigorously. "No! I can't have you touch me right now. It must be me touching you and your hands have to be away from me."

Kyle put his hands behind his back and stretched out his foot, but that didn't seem to work for Kieran. The boy moved onto the bed and knelt next to Kyle, reaching out to touch him on the forehead. He paused and said, "If he touches me, Simon, I'll have a panic attack. I'm counting on you."

Kieran touched Kyle's forehead with one hand and his throat with another. They remained still like that for several minutes. Both guys looked like they were in distress, but they never called out. Suddenly Kieran slumped back, and Kyle reached out to grab him. I went to stop him. I didn't want to do it, but I'd promised Kieran that Simon wouldn't touch him. I had just started to issue a command, "Simon says ..." when Kieran touched my throat, and I went mute. My wolf spirit was leaping and jumping inside me, trying to get out and rip the small redhead apart.

Kieran said, "It's okay. You'll be able to talk in a minute or so, but... I don't want to ruin this moment."

Then he turned to Kyle and said, "I'm sorry for forcing myself inside your hidden thoughts, Kyle. I was caught up in the moment and couldn't bring myself to stop."

Kyle looked nervously over at me, like he didn't know what to do, but then he turned back to Kieran and said, "It's okay, Kieran. We shared something deep there. I've never felt like that before with anyone. It was like our minds were one for a moment. And I don't think I'll ever be the same."

"There's an external force restraining your mind and your energy body," Kieran said. "I'd almost been able to touch it, and I know that I could remove it if I could just grasp it."

"Don't!" Kyle exclaimed. "I don't know what he'd do then. I can't risk it."

Kyle kissed Kieran's forehead and then drew back in alarm, unhanding him. "I'm sorry," he said. "Given my record, I shouldn't even be touching you, even if you did touch me first."

Kieran stood up and got off the bed, saying, "It's alright, Kyle. You aren't threatening me anymore. I forgive you."

As he was leaving he said, "I mean that Kyle. I forgive you. You aren't the same person you were when you attacked me. I see that now."

I was confused, but my voice was returning. Kieran looked different. The anxiety that had been written all over his face was gone. I had no idea what had happened to cause such a change. Was Kieran a mage? I'd been led to believe that he was mundane.

"See. I told you it would help you both if you talked," I said with a hint of a smile on my face.

"Yeah. You were right. Now I just have to hope that Jason doesn't kill me for hugging his boyfriend and Darren doesn't kill me because I dared to be in the same room with the boy," Kyle replied with a grin.

Then he hugged me tight and said, "Thank you, seriously. I would never have had the courage to do it on my own."

I had to run to my class, so we said our goodbyes. I still had no idea what had happened between Kyle and Kieran. If it was magic, it was like nothing I'd seen before. Mom Tina always had to wave a wand and say magic words to do anything, but Kieran had somehow used power without an implement or words. It violated all the rules I'd learned as a child.

 

Chase

Everyone was whispering and staring at me when I came in for breakfast. Aidan had his arm possessively around my shoulders. I'd already sucked his cock and drank his morning piss while we were in bed. That meant that I had to brush my teeth before breakfast. Then Aidan had popped an Altoid in my mouth, just to be sure there was no aftertaste when he kissed me. I carried both our plates when we went through the line and Aidan filled them. He made sure I had plenty of protein, but he wouldn't let me have one of the cinnamon rolls.

"Too many carbs will make you fat, and I like you skinny," he said.

I noticed that he didn't eat a lot of carbs either, but he took a lot more eggs and bacon than he'd given me. Once we were seated, I went to get him a cup of coffee. I wanted to get one for myself, but I didn't like it without milk and sugar. I didn't want Aidan to get mad at me, so I skipped the coffee and took a V8 instead. I liked V8 and I thought it had to be healthier than orange juice.

I was sandwiched between Aidan and his friend Ira. I kept hoping Aidan would say something to Ira about him touching me. He saw it, but he didn't say anything. Ira's hand kept running up my thigh. I was wearing shorts, which I hated, but Aidan liked, and his hand felt good on my bare legs even though I didn't want him touching me. Aidan had made me remove all my body hair and Ira's rough palm was sending signals directly to my dick.

Ira lifted my shirt and ran his hand up my side, then he looked at Aidan and said, "He's too thin, Aidan. I can feel his ribs."

"I like him skinny, so it doesn't really matter what you think," Aidan replied. "What I don't like is you touching my boy without my permission. It's a challenge and it makes me look weak."

Ira pulled his hand away and said, "Sorry, Aidan. I'm not challenging you."

"Then don't let everyone else think you are," Aidan snarled. "I can't let that go. Report to my room today before dinner, so I can remind you who's the boss."

"Yes, sir," Ira mumbled.

And just like that, I felt sorry for Ira. He was Aidan's friend, but it was easy to see who was in charge in their friendship. He didn't remain subdued for long. Soon he was talking about an upcoming game they were planning on watching and begging Aidan for a ride to campus on the back of his motorcycle.

"I'll take you in, but you'll have to ride back with Stella – or take the bus. I'm coming straight back here after my class so I can take my bitch here out for a ride," Aidan said, hugging me tight.

The idea of riding behind Aidan on his motorcycle sounded great to me, not that Aidan had asked. It was becoming obvious that Aidan felt entitled to make decisions for the both of us. I didn't really mind, but I did wonder where we would be going and what we would be doing.

After breakfast, I cleaned up my dishes and Aidan's. I was just starting to take them to the dish bins to be washed when Aiden said, "Don't forget Ira's dishes. You're the bottom bitch now."

My ears turned red from embarrassment, but I turned back to collect Ira's dirty dishes. He smirked at me the whole time and licked his lips. As I walked away, I heard him telling Aidan, "Cute ass on that boy. You're lucky to have gotten to him."

"Luck had nothing to do with it," Aidan said. "He wanted me, and I wanted him. I just made it happen."

When I got to the table by the kitchen and started separating flatware, plates and cups into different bins, Sammy came up to me and put one muscular hand on my shoulder and said, "Are you okay, Chase? If Aidan is forcing you to do anything, I'll put an end to it."

"I'm fine," I said, but then I was interrupted by Stella, another of Aidan's close friends. She had short black hair and severe features.

"Nothing you can do, Sammy," she sneered. "Aidan claimed him in front of the pack and his claim was accepted by the leader. You'd have to fight Aidan and Zeno if you want to interfere."

Sammy narrowed his eyes at her and said, "I could challenge Aidan for possession of Chase."

"Go ahead and try it if you think you can beat Aidan in a fight. You're bigger than him, but my money would be on Aidan," she laughed sarcastically.

"I could take him," Sammy answered hotly.

"In your dreams. And then what would you do when Aidan insisted you show your intentions by mounting the boy in front of the pack? Is that what you want?" She sneered.

"Stop it!" I said. "Don't I get a say? You two are talking about me like I wasn't even here."

Stella put her hand on my cheek and said, "Honey your chance to have your say was before you acknowledged Aidan as your owner. Now you're his until someone else takes you away from him or he lets you go."

Her honeyed words were mean, and she meant for them to demean me, but Sammy's face showed nothing but real concern. He put his hand on my arm and he asked, "What do you want, Chase?"

I inhaled then sighed, "I want to be with Aidan. I know you don't understand it, but he makes me feel good."

"He bosses you around all the time and treats you like his property," Sammy said gently.

"Maybe he likes being Aidan's bitch," Stella sneered.

Sammy turned on her like he was going to let her have it, but I said, "Stop fighting over me! I do like it when Aidan takes charge and tells me to do things. I... maybe it's weird to you, but it's what I want. Sorry if it bothers you, but my parents are dead, and I have no one. It's time I get to decide what I want for myself, and I want to be with Aidan, even if it means being his bitch."

I said the last word as a whisper, then I swallowed my anger and walked back to Aidan. He pulled me into a tight hug. One of his hands held my shoulders and the other slid under my shorts to rub my butt. He was reinforcing his ownership of me. He didn't care who was watching, and right then I didn't either.

"Thank you, Sir, for making Ira stop touching me," I said. "I didn't like it."

Aiden kissed my neck and then bit down hard enough to bruise the skin. My dick swelled, but my jock made it a little less obscene. Then he licked my ear and said, "I made him stop touching you without my permission. I didn't ask whether you liked it. You're my bitch now, and I'll let him touch you when I feel like it. Get used to it, Chase. You're the bottom bitch in my circle and when my friends please me I may reward them by letting them have you. Do you like the idea of me sharing you with my friends, bitch?"

"No, Sir," I said.

But Aiden didn't believe me. He grabbed my hard dick and twisted it in his strong fist. "Don't lie to me bitch. Your mouth says no but your hard little dick says yes master; whatever you want master. It's time for your mouth to say what your body is saying."

When I didn't respond immediately, he squeezed harder until I gasped, "Yes master; whatever you want master."

Aiden let go of my dick and rubbed it through the double layers of shorts and jock. He wasn't wrong. The idea of him sharing me did get me excited. He knew all my buttons, even the ones I didn't know I had. Right now, despite the lethargy I felt from the new moon, all I wanted was for him to throw me down on the dining room table and take me in front of the breakfast stragglers.

"Let that be your mantra, Chase. Yes master; whatever you say master. If you can remember that rule, you're going to have a great year. And if you forget it, I'll have to slap you around until you do remember. I asked you whether you wanted to be my bitch and you said yes. Now you're mine."

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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 Pack 10. It will be out soon.

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