Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2012 02:33:31 +0100
From: Joakim Holberg <joaholberg@hotmail.com>
Subject: (cellebrity section) Mating seth

The following story is a work of fiction. This story is a product of the
author's imagination and does not bear any resemblance to actual events.
The celebrities depicted are fictionalized and do not reflect the actual
personalities or sexual orientation of said people. This story also
contains explicit dialogue and depictions of sexual acts between adults
and/or between adults and minors, which may be either homosexual or
heterosexual. If you are underage, please do not read.

Jacob POV

"What are we doing out here, Sam?" I asked. Two o'clock in the fucking
morning and he has to drag me out of bed to take a midnight gander through
the fucking forest.

He throws a warning glance in my direction before looking straight ahead in
determination once again. "Fresh meat."

What the hell? "Sam, what the fuck are you talking about?"

I notice the corners of his lips tilt upward in a smirk that says he has a
secret he can't wait to tell but he doesn't say anything else. I decide not
to push it.  The Alpha was under too much stress as is with his imprint
Collin wanting to start a family as soon as possible.

Soon we reach a clearing in the forest and I immediately take in the naked
figure curled into a ball on the forest floor. Something inside me starts
tugging ruthlessly as the boy cries out in agony. My wolf going wild trying
to get to him, to help him. I take a step forward.

And Sam forces me a step back. The smirk long since gone and now a somber
expression softens his features. "Not yet," he says.

The boy must've heard him because suddenly his head snapped up, his eyes
went wide and he scrambled to stand up. He cried out again before doubling
over, clutching his middle and breathing heavily. Logical thought vanished
from my mind and instinct broke free. I rushed toward him, this time Sam
didn't try to stop me, catching him right before he would've fallen flat on
his face. He looked up at me wide eyed and looking dazed.

My breath caught in my throat as I took in his beauty. My eyes raked and
roved every inch of his face. He seemed familiar but I couldn't place
it. Hmm, maybe I'd recognize his scent. I bent my head down to bury my nose
in the crook of his neck inhaling deeply. Like laundry soap mixed with the
crisp smell of the Autumn forest. He shifted in my arms, neck tiling
slightly toward the opposite side exposing more of it to me.

My wolf went crazy with his sign of submission. My lips brushed against his
russet skin to get a little taste and he made the most amazing sound that
went straight to my cock. I wanted more of that. I wanted more of him.

"On your knees," I barked. All of a sudden his head snapped up and he
shoved me off him, scurrying towards Sam.

Sam quickly grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around to face me,
"Listen to your mate," he told the boy, "It'll end badly if you don't."

So that's where the tugging came from. I'd imprinted. Sweet. Damn.

Seth POV

I couldn't believe it. As if turning into a giant fucking wolf isn't bad
enough, my crush who also happens to be the hottest guy ever orders me to
get on my knees after nibbling on my neck. Honestly, weirdest day EVER.

I thought about rebelling. My wolf thought about killing me if I did. But
Sam's words were still loud and clear in my mind. "Listen to your
mate. It'll end badly if you don't." So I slowly sank to my knees before
the giant hotness that is Jacob Black and waited for his next command.

Seth POV

The next thing I knew Jacob had fisted his hand in my hair, a dangerous
glint in his eye and feral smirk on his face. With his other hand he worked
the button and zipper of his jeans until he could pull them and his boxers
down well passed his manhood. Which, by the way, was fricken HUGE. We're
talking easily eleven inches and wide. I really shouldn't be so turned on
right now. I mean when he puts that inside me it's going to hurt so bad.

Wait. Inside me? What the hell Seth? Get your shit together. There is no
way I'm gay. No. POSSIBLE. Way. And yet the thought of him inside of me
thrusting impossibly deep had me harder than fuck.

My reverie is broken when Jacob makes yet another command, "Open your
mouth."

Shit.

Jacob POV

I watch as my imprint's face flushes a pretty pink as he looks up at me
with wide eyes. "I-I-I can't I've-I've never done th-that be-before." He
stammers adorably.

My patience is waning at this point.  "It wasn't a question. Now open that
pretty little mouth and suck me."

With no small amount of hesitation he opens his mouth and leans toward
me. Not being able to wait another second I use the hand fisted in his soft
hair to jerk him all the way forward, his mouth taking my whole length,
sucking like a fucking leech.

He makes the sexiest sounds ever with the base of my shaft pressed tightly
against his mouth as he deep throats me. It's somewhere between a gulp and
a moan.

Damn his mouth and throat are hot and tight. Perfect. I definitely won't be
lasting very long. I want the most out of it though. I need a good release
before Mating with him fully so that I can retain some control. I fist my
other hand in his hair as well and then thrusts hips fast and rough,
shoving my cock down his throat as deep as I can and then pulling it back
out before repeating the process.

At first he gets scared and starts clawing at my thighs, but then his hands
settle and hold onto me so as not to have me slip from the cavern of his
mouth.

It doesn't take long before I feel my orgasm approaching. My balls tighten,
my hands grip his hair harder, and I can tell it hurts because his mouth
loses suction as it opens with a cry of pain.  My cock slips from his mouth
and his hand flies to hair. Son of a bitch.

Anger burns through my veins and my hand reaches out and grasps his hair
again. He grimaces at the pain and his hands futilely try to pry mine out
of his hair. Holding him where he is I tell him, "I am your Master. You
WILL obey me. You disobey, you get punished. Which is what you're going to
get now." I slap him hard across the face and he flies to the ground
holding his assaulted cheek.

He tries crawling away but I'm not done with him. I grab his ankles and
jerk him back, delighting in his helpless cry of fear. Once again I take
his hair in my fist and hold him stomach down. I pull so that his head
tilts back and without hesitation bring my hand down hard on his left ass
cheek.

He screams but I quickly muffle it by forcing his face into the dirt, and
then deliver blow after blow to his ass until his struggles turn into
flinches and his muffled screams turn into whimpers.

"Now, I'm going to let you up. If you scream you'll get punished again, if
you fight me you'll get punished even more severely than before,
understand?" I ask.

He nods and I slowly help him sit up. Tears mingle with dirt, staining his
sweet face. It breaks my heart to see him so upset and scared but I can't
go soft on him now.

"I'm going to give you one more chance to get me off, if I have to punish
you again I can guarantee the first one will seem like a fucking spa
day. Get between my legs." I order. He does and positions his mouth above
my rock hard member and the mushroom head disappears into his hot mouth,
the rest of my shaft soon following.

He's so good at it. This time when I feel ready to come I don't react as
strongly. I just thrust my hips up, feeling my cock slide deep into his
throat. He moans and the vibration is something else.  "Oh, fuck yeah, baby
suck that cock. Ah, shit. You like that?" He moans in response. "Oh, oh
fuck!" My load shoots from my dick down his throat in hot and heavy
spurts. He swallows every last drop. My penis is throbbing when I finally
pull it out.

I quickly make him get to his hands and knees and get behind him,
positioning my already hard again cock at his entrance.

"Stop." Sam. What the fuck? I'd completely forgotten he was here.

"Why the hell would I do that?"  I ask in outrage.

"Because of the Mating Clause," he informs me. At my blank look he explains
further. "The Mating Clause clearly states that a mate cannot claim another
mate unless both are willingly participating. Seth?" Who's Seth? The boy
looks up at him.

Oh hell no. That's where I recognized him from. Seth Clearwater. Sue's
son. Sonofabitch.

"Are you willing to be claimed and Mated by Jacob?" Sam asks the boy-Seth.

Seth looks from Sam to me to Sam again and still doesn't answer. Sam sighs,
"There is no wrong answer here, Seth.  Jacob cannot punish you for wanting
to wait. So I'll ask you again and this time I expect an answer. Are you
willing to be claimed and Mated by Jacob?"

Seth finally tries to get to his feet and I rush to help him up then wrap
my arm around him so that he can lean against me which he does.

Seth finally says, "No. I'm not ready. I don't even know if I'll want to at
all." A sharp pain cuts through my chest.

Sam nods and turns to me, "Then Jacob you will respect that. You will not
force the Mating on him. Understand?"

I nod curtly once an Sam smiles softly at Seth, "C'mon you two. Collin's
probably still up waiting for me. Hopefully he's cooked something. I'm
fucking starving. You'll like Collin, Seth. He's my Mate and my
imprint. The sweetest guy ever. He's also a submissive like you.  You can
borrow some of his clothes." Sam smiles broadly and says, a little too
happily if you ask me, "Hey, who knows. You both might even get pregnant
during the next heat cycle."

Seth looks up at me wide eyed and horror stricken.  I'd been hoping to ease
him into the pregnancy thing but Sam had thrown him into the deep end of
it.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

Seth POV

"Sam, where the hell have you been?  I've been worried sick about you!"
This is what greeted us as we stepped through the door to Sam's house.

A boy a little younger than I, presumably Collin, stood there in a white
t-shirt and blue pajama pants, delicate hands perched on his hips. His
looks were traditional Quiluete; Dark hair, russet skin. He was cute and
short with a lithe body. If this was Sam's imprint I felt bad for when it
came time for bedroom activities considering the variation in sizes.

Sam closed the space between them in a few strides, kissing his pouting
mouth and gathering him in his arms. Collin's feet left the floor, his arms
twined around Sam's neck and he returned his kiss in earnest.

I looked at them in yearning. Would it be like that with Jacob and I? What
am I thinking? I'm mad at him. Extremely mad at him. I could punch him
through a brick wall, but then again he'd probably just flick me aside like
before and rape my mouth again.

Curse my manhood for stirring at the memory.

Warm breath tickles the back of neck as Jacob whispers in my ear from
behind, "I can smell your arousal, baby."

I swat away his hands when they start to wrap around my waist. "Don't touch
me. I'm seriously pissed beyond belief right now. And we won't be Mating
anytime soon until I feel I can trust you to stay under control."

He nods and I relax slightly. "Oh my gosh, you're naked."

I turn around to see Collin gaping at me.  Sam arms are around him and
Collin leans back against him. I look down at myself realizing he's talking
to me. "Oh, uh yeah. Sorry, my clothes kind of got destroyed when I turned
into a giant wolf."

To my surprise he smiles, "Oh yeah. I remember when I first changed. Sam
felt that I was going to and found me in the woods. Good thing Paul was
with him, Sam could hardly control himself."

"Why?" I asked dumbly.

"Because he's my Mate. And the urge to claim is completely overwhelming for
the dominate that it's hard to contain." He explains.

Huh. No wonder Jacob had freaked out right away. Still pissed though.

"Collin, why don't you get Seth something to wear and show him where the
bathroom is so he can get cleaned up?" Sam suggests softly to his
submissive.

Collin stretches up and steals one last kiss before beckoning me to follow
him, which I do.

"So you and Jacob, huh? I've always thought he was hot." Collin says
casually as he leads me down a short hallway.

A growl carries throughout the house, "I heard that!" Sam bellows while
Jacob laughs. I can't help the small smile on my face as I notice the huge
one on Collin's.

He tells back, "You were supposed to, dumbass."

"You'd better watch it, Collin or your ass will be so sore you won't be
able to sit down for a week!" Sam responds.

I cringe while Collin laughs, "Promises, promises!"

By now Jacob is howling in laughter and I can hear Sam's low chuckle join
him. I relax.

Collin opens the door to what I assume is the master bedroom. King sized
bed, black and white bedspread all disheveled from sleep. Pictures lining
the walls and sparse furniture of Sam and Collin and some other people I
don't know. The floors are hardwood and there're two other door in the
room. Collin opens the first, walks inside the light illuminating the
room. He emerges a moment later with a stack of clothes. He shuts the light
off and closes the door and then enters the next door which ends up being a
bathroom. It's average size.

"I'll leave you alone now. There should be soap and everything in the
shower but I there isn't you can rummage around until you find what you
need. Clean washrags and towels are in there," he points to a corner, floor
to ceiling wood cabinet. "Feel free to use whatever you need. Take as long
as you want," he tells me before setting the pile of clothes on the
sink. "If you need anything else just yell, okay?"

I smile, truly happy for the first time in hours, "Okay. Thank you so
much."

He returns the smile, "Not a problem, honey." And the. He leaves, shutting
the door behind him.

Sigh. I get the shower going, adjusting it to the perfect temperature,
retrieve a washrag and then hop in under the warm spray of water.

I find everything I need in the shower, and like Collin said, I take as
long as I want. I wash away the dirt from my face and hair and body. Making
sure to wash slowly as to avoid any bruises.

Just as I'm convincing myself that I should probably get out I feel a gust
of cool air sting my warm skin. I whirl around to find Jacob standing there
with that feral smirk of his, completely naked. He steps in to the shower
with me, closing the shower curtain and pins me up against the file wall
which is freezing and the shock of temperature change makes me arch my
back, pressing even more against him.

He kisses my neck and I close my eyes. It feels to good to protest. "I want
you so bad. Say yes. Please, say yes." He begs.

I want to so badly, but the sane part of me says to wait until my head is
clear to decide.

"C'mon, Sethy. Say yes."

Ah hell.

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