Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2004 02:05:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: CloseTheCellarDoor <closethecellardoor@yahoo.com>
Subject: Evil is a Man:    Dog Eat Dog No More  ---- Chapter 10

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Sorry this one took so long.  Eleven will come faster.

Send comments or suggestions to "closethecellardoor@yahoo.com."


CHAPTER TEN

The remainder of the London trip went by in a painful haze.  Case bandaged
my cuts and iced my swelling bruises in the hotel room Hadrian had so
generously provided for us.  I rested there until I could walk again.  The
first time I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, I was horrified.
Black bruises covered my body.  That combined with the red swelling made me
look nothing short of a monster.  Case told me that all of it would be gone
in a week or two.  That Hadrian had just wanted to cause me pain, that I
was never really in any danger.  I was beyond his reassurances.

Then we were on the next flight home.  When the nosey flight attendants
would ask me what had happened, I would answer simply, "car accident."
This time, I didn't try to sleep on Case's lap.

We drove back to Philadelphia in complete silence.

When we walked in the door that night, everyone quickly gathered around to
ogle me.

"What happened?" asked Russ.

"Rick got the hell beat out of him," said Case.

Will looked down at me as I sprawled out on the couch.  "Are you okay,
kid?" he asked.

"I'm okay," I said.  "I hurt though."  I shut my eyes, just wanting to
rest.

"It was my fault," said Case.  "I never should have left him alone with
Hadrian."

"Hadrian did this shit?" asked Will.

"Nobody fucks with our wolves like that," said Russ.

"Rick's not a wolf," said Cougar.

"Did you kill Hadrian?" asked Malcolm.

Case laughed.  "No, I didn't kill him.  We were in the middle of his den."

"You can't just kill Hadrian," said Matt.

"Why not?" asked Malcolm.  "He's just a wolf, isn't he?"

"No, he's fucking Hadrian," said Matt.  "Not just a wolf.  The strongest
wolf in the world."

"Sounds like you had one hell of a trip," said Russ.

"You don't know that half of it," said Case.  "We were attacked by
something.  A creature, not a vampire or a wolf.  Something else.  Smelled
strange."

"What was it?" asked Cougar.

"I don't know, but I swear to god, it could fly.  Hadrian called it a bat.
Said it was a third race."

"A third race?" asked Matt with surprise.  "That's impossible.  How come
we've never heard of it before?"

"I have," said Will.  "I've never seen one myself, just heard stories.
They're supposed to look like those flying things from the Wizard of Oz.
What are those things called?"

"Munchkins?" asked Cougar.

"No not fuckin Munchkins," said Matt.  "Did those fuckin midgets ever fly?
He's talking about those flying monkeys."

Case shook his head.  "Oh no, that doesn't even begin to describe what
attacked us.  It was big.  Looked like a normal man at first, and then--"

"How did you escape?"

"I jumped on it, bit him until he took off."

"You're the man, Case," said Cougar.

"Anyway, from now on, we gotta be more careful with Rick," said Case.  "We
tend to think that he's one of us.  He's not.  He's just a weak human, and
that's not gonna change.  From now on, he never leaves the house alone.
And if you're taking him out, you'd better stay with him.  Don't let him
wander off.  And Cougar, I don't want you and Rick to go anywhere together
by yourselves."

"Why not?" asked Cougar, insulted.

"Because," said Case.  "You're too weak to protect him."

"I'm not too weak."  I wanted to laugh, hearing him protest like that.  It
had been ages since Cougar and I had done anything just the two of us.

"That's final!" said Case, raising his voice.

That night, exhausted from the long trip, I turned in early.  As I lay down
on the old, lumpy couch, I was glad to be back sleeping somewhere familiar
in spite of the jagged spring that was pushing into my back.  What had
started out as a promising, exciting trip turned out to be the trip from
hell.

What Case said to the rest of them had been true.  I was weak, I was an
easy target.  I needed protection at all times.  And that wasn't likely to
change.  If things continued like this, I would never really be an adult.
I'd have one or more babysitters looking after me for the rest of my life.

The day in London after we were attacked by that thing, I was so impressed
by the way Case saved me from a single scratch.  After that, I had been
sure that Case was meant to be my protector.  I let myself trust him and
get close to him, and it had all been a mistake.

I should have known better than to push things sexually with Case.
Retrospectively, there had only been two times when I had been sexually
outgoing.  Once with Case, which ended up painfully, and once with Tommy,
which was absolutely humiliating.  Both times, I thought I could trust
them.  Both times I had been wrong.

And when Case took me into Hadrian's den, I knew I wasn't safe in there.  I
clung to Case, thinking he would be my guardian.  That dependency was my
mistake, and I still felt the pain from the result.

Case told everyone that they needed to watch me and protect me.  No, he was
wrong about that.  I needed to protect myself.  I needed to grow up.  I
needed to become self-sufficient.

But I didn't know how.

*****

The next day, I was feeling much better.  All the swelling had stopped, the
pain was decreasing, and my skin started to return to a color that
approached human.

"Woah," said Will as he passed me in the morning.  "Do you always heal that
fast?"

I thought about it.  "I don't know," I answered.  "I've never really had
much of an injury."

Ever since we had gotten back everyone had treated me really nicely,
obviously wanting to give me time to heal.  Nobody ordered me around at
all, so I was free to just vegetate in front of the TV all day.

It's amazing how being a couch potato can tire you out.  I went to bed
early again that night, figuring the extra sleep was probably responsible
for healing my body.

Too bad I was awakened by Matt at one in the morning.

"Wake up, dude," he was saying softly.  He had jumped on top of me on the
couch.  I could only presume what he wanted from me.  Even though his body
was covering my own, I had no interest in anything sexual with Matt that
night.  Don't let yourself be bullied, I thought.  Stick up for yourself
for once.

"Ah, man, I'm sleeping," I said.

"Shh!  Not so loud.  Let's go down to the gym."

I consented.  "Alright."

He smiled then and got up off of me.  I followed him down to the gym,
sitting on one of the weight benches, yawning.  Was he going to make me
suck him off?  No, I had to be more assertive.  I knew that part of the
process of becoming more self-sufficient was standing up to those who
wanted to use me.

"Matt, I'm too worn out tonight," I said defiantly.

"That's fine," he said.  "We'll just talk then."  It had worked.

But I was too tired for chit-chat.  "Talk?  What do we have to talk about?"

He looked at me incredulously.  "You haven't told me about how your
vacation went.  I mean, before you got your ass beat."

My mood plummeted further at the mention of the vacation.  "What do you
want to know?"

He gave me a `isn't it obvious' look.  "Did you accomplish your little
goal, or didn't you?"

I didn't want to talk about it, but I knew I couldn't avoid the subject.
"I did."

He started cheering as he clapped his hands together.  "Man, I knew Case
would bite.  Didn't I tell you so?  Dude, another cock to suck.  You must
have been loving it.  So whose cock do you like better, his or mine?"

I stared at him, trying to convey the absurdity of his question with my
eyes.

"What?  You like his better?  Are you kidding me?  Mine's a whole lot
bigger than his."

He was such an idiot.  "I didn't say I liked his better!"

He looked at me inquisitively.  "What then?"  Then his eyes went wide.  "He
didn't fuck you, did he?"

I didn't respond.

"He did fuck you!"

"He forced himself on me, Matt.  I didn't want to."

"Holy shit!"

I shook my head.  "It hurt.  It hurt real bad."

"I told you it would hurt, fucker," he said, as if I had doubted him
before.  "I don't believe it.  Nice, sensitive Case can't keep his cock to
himself.  Holy fuck, man, I may be a little crazy but I never tried to fuck
you."

"No, you didn't," I said, suddenly glad for his meager sympathy.

"That's just fucked up.  Shit.  He'll try to do it again, you know."

"You think so?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah I think so.  You may not have figured this out by now, but
you're a hot commodity in this house."

"What do you mean?"

"You know how incredibly hard it is for wolves to get laid," he said.
"Well, you are the answer to that problem.  An ultimate fuck toy.  You'll
never get old, never get strong enough to leave on your own or try to take
command.  You're a once in a lifetime kind of prize.  If Case is smart
enough to realize that, he'll fight for you as hard as anyone."

"I don't want that, Matt, I don't trust him."

He stood up, starting to pace.  "As soon as you recover, he'll want more of
your ass.  And if you refuse, he could just order you to give it to him.
We have to think of a way to stop him."  He started pacing.  "You didn't
tell him about me, did you?"

"Yeah, I did.  I told him everything."

"What?  Why did you do that?"

I sighed regretfully.  "It was a moment of weakness.  I was feeling close
to him."

He shook his head reprimandingly.  "That's because you're a fag.  There's
no such thing as romance between wolves, don't you know that by now?  Okay,
it's okay.  Now that he knows what I've done, he'll be open about it.  But
he's so self-righteous that he won't admit to forcing anything on you.  All
we have to do is make it clear that you don't want him sexually anymore.
And that if he tries any shit, I'll hear about it.  The threat of
tarnishing his good image will be enough to keep the asshole's hands off of
you."

His rant came so fast that I didn't really catch most of it.  I was too
tired for this.  I needed to go back to sleep.

"Thanks, Matt," I said.  "Now can I go to bed?"

"Sure you don't want to have some fun tonight?" he asked, grabbing his
crotch like he always did.

"Positive."

"Alright I'll take a rain check."

Walking back to the couch that night, I wondered if Matt was really being
kind in helping me, or just selfishly keeping me for himself.  He seemed
awfully pissed that Case had fucked me, maybe because he had wanted to do
it first.

Either way, I felt much more secure with Matt than I did with Case.  Matt
would never force me to do something that I didn't want to do.

*****

The next evening Matt somehow arranged for Case, him, and me to go out
drinking together.  While we were waiting for Case to get dressed, Matt
whispered some quick instructions to me.

"Just follow along with what I say.  And whatever you do, don't say that he
forced himself on you.  Remember, everything is hunky-dory."

Cougar walked down the stairs, noticing we were standing there whispering
to each other.

"Hey fuckheads, Case told me he was going drinking with you fools.  How
come nobody invited me?"

I looked awkwardly towards Matt.  If Cougar were to come it would ruin the
whole plan.

"Because, Cougar," said Matt.  "You know how much you get on Case's
nerves."

"What?  I don't get on his nerves.  Case and I are tight."

Matt laughed.  "Well sure, Case acts that way to everyone's face.  Even to
Will's."

Cougar shook his head, starting to buy it.  "Fuck, if he doesn't want me to
come, it's his call.  He's alpha."  Cougar walked into the kitchen, holding
his head high.  I felt bad for him; I knew what rejection felt like.

When Case came down, as the three of us left the house, Case turned back.
"Oh, I invited Cougar.  We should wait for him."

"Cougar changed his mind," said Matt.  "Said he's just thinking about
cuddling up to a good book and relaxing tonight."

Case seemed stunned.  "What?  That doesn't sound like him."

"Yeah, it's weird.  Let's go."

We went to a bar with a little more class than I was used to.  Case had
suggested it.  It still was pretty seedy, but not so much of a dive as our
normal haunt.

After we all started drinking, it didn't take long for Matt to get to
business.

"So Case," he said, smiling wickedly.  "Rick tells me that you had a little
fun with him in London."

Case's head turned towards me, uncertain.  I smiled at him.  Then he turned
back to Matt.  "Yeah, man, I hear that you put him up to it.  I owe you
one."

"That's some good shit, isn't it?" asked Matt.

Case smiled, playing along.  "Yeah, man."

I felt objectified, but knew it was all part of the plan.  I kept smiling.

Matt's enthusiasm went up a notch.  "I think we scored with this one.
We've never had a fuckin den whore before."  I couldn't believe Matt just
called me a whore.  I had to repress the urge to scowl at him.

Case took a sip of his beer.  "Is that what he is?"

Matt put his hand behind my head.  "He likes cock.  He's eager to please.
I'd say he's one grade-A den whore.  Almost as good as if we had a real
chick."

Case just laughed a bit.  Talking like this was making him uncomfortable, I
could tell.

Suddenly Matt's face turned serious.  "But Rick was telling me last night
that his body hurts something awful since he got the crap knocked out of
him by Hadrian.  He said, `jeez Matt, I just don't have it in me anymore.'
So I told him, since he's like a brother to us and all, regardless if he's
a fag or not, I told him that if he didn't want to, nobody in the house was
gonna force anything on him.  I said, Case'll see to that, he's the nicest
guy in the pack.  Isn't that right, Rick?"

It was the first time I had been questioned.  Ugh, I hated lying.  "Yeah,"
I answered simply.

A sad shadow seemed to pass over Case's face.  "Well," he said, "you
shouldn't have to do anything you don't want to do, Rick."

"So then, it's settled," said Matt.  "You and I, we'll leave him alone for
a while, until he's recovered.  Then, when he decides he's ready, he'll
tell both of us, and then, I don't know, we can work out a fucking schedule
or something."  Matt chuckled.

Case nodded.  "Yeah, alright.  Whatever's best for Rick."  He smiled at me
and I smiled back.  "But what about the others?" asked Case.  "I mean, if
they don't agree, I'm staying out of it."

"Don't worry about the others," said Matt.  "Russ only got him to suck him
off a couple of times before Will ordered him not to order Rick around
anymore.  He's done."

"And Malcolm?" asked Case.

"Malcolm hasn't tried anything for weeks, right Rick?"

"That's right."

Matt laughed.  "Malcolm's cursed with his size.  Not only are people
terrified of him, but his cock is so big that no one can even service it.
Rick couldn't even get his fuckin lips around the thing."

Case laughed tentatively.

"And besides, neither one of them even knows that both of us screwed around
with him.  This is between you and me, my friend."

Case nodded.  "Agreed."

Matt's plan had worked perfectly.  Case had just verbally agreed to both of
us that he wouldn't force anything with me.  But, I couldn't help but feel
objectified by the whole conversation.  What the hell did Matt mean by
calling me the `den whore?'

I have to admit, I felt a bit disturbed at deceiving Case like that.  It
reminded me of the part I took in Malcolm's schemes, something that still
hung over my conscience.  Matt and Case had always been close friends, and
now Matt was completely manipulating him.  Still, at the time it seemed a
reasonable price to pay for getting Case off my back.

Little did I know that it would be the first in a long line of events that
would eventually push the den's friendships passed their limits.

After Case and Matt's agreement had been made, Matt quickly changed the
subject.

"So, you gonna win the fight tomorrow?" he asked Case, punching him
playfully in the arm.  That's right; it was going to be Friday.  He and
Will were going to duke it out for alpha position.

He raised an eyebrow.  "I've never lost a fight, man."

Matt reached around and slapped him on the back.  "That's my boy!  Will's
fucking fierce, but you're bigger than him and you got all the skills.
There's no contest."

He laughed.  "Don't jinx me."

I knew I'd be rooting for Will, but I kept my mouth shut.

We finished drinking and left the bar late that night.  I was glad the
night was through.

*****

The fight the next day was extremely long.  Russ was officiating, a task
that he seemed to take a gleeful pride in.  I could hear it in his voice as
he yelled, "Go!"

After an hour of waiting alone in the gym, listening to the bizarre deep
growls of two werewolves in heavy combat downstairs, I went upstairs to
watch TV.

After about fifteen minutes of Loony Toons, Will came walking through the
living room on his way upstairs.  His white shirt was soaked with blood,
and he was wiping the sweat mixed with blood from his bald head.

"You win?" I asked him.

"Yep.  This house is mine now."

"Nice going." I was truly happy for him.

He smiled at me.  "I'm gonna take a shower in the best room in the house."

I thought about going downstairs to investigate the damage like I usually
did.  But then, if I did go, they'd probably want me to help clean Case up,
which I didn't want to do.  Case wasn't dead, after all.  I decided to
watch some more cartoons.

Everyone came out of the basement, fuming.  All of them were hoping that
Case would teach Will a lesson, take his ego down a notch.  They just
wanted some vindication for losing to him themselves.

Case came up last, after apparently showering.  He walked by me with a
towel around his waist.  Seeing his half-naked body turned me on, which
annoyed me.

"I guess you heard that I lost," he said to me.

"Yep.  So sorry, Case."

He shook his head.  "That's okay.  It's no big deal.  He was better than I
was, after all.  Remember what I told you before.  That's the way it is,
the strong lead the weak.  It'll take some adjustment, but I'm okay with
the whole deal."

I smiled sympathetically at him, but I really didn't have anything to say
to him.  The last time I had let myself be his sympathetic shoulder, I
ended up with a sore ass.

There weren't any bruised feelings between Will and Case as they switched
rooms that evening.  The bruised feelings would come later, downstairs, as
everyone convened in the dining room, everyone except Will, who was
upstairs basking in his new room.

"Everything will change, boss," Malcolm said, looking down into his hands.

"Every chance he gets, he's an asshole to me," said Matt.

"Yeah, me too," said Cougar.

"Now that he's alpha, things will just get worse," said Matt.

Russ nodded.  "I built this den, and I'll be damned if I'll let Will
destroy it before my eyes.  I have half a mind just to leave."

"Yeah," said Cougar.

Case butted in for the first time in the conversation.  "No!  I don't
believe you guys.  We've been here for years, and now that one guy comes
along and shakes things up, you're ready to pack up and run.  That's not
how we do things.  Will is a part of us, he's the strongest of us, and it's
his right to be alpha.  And the rest of us, we're just gonna have to deal
with it."

That was the last word of the night.  In fact, contrary to everyone's wild
predictions, Will didn't really change anything when he became alpha.
Besides Will and Case switching rooms, everything felt exactly the same.
Will continued to keep to himself most of the time.  And Case continued to
lead the old members of his pack.

*****

All day long on Saturday, Matt kept sending me very unsubtle signals.
Grabbing my ass when he could or massaging his big package through his
shorts while giving me that `you know you want it' look.

When we passed each other in the hallway in the afternoon, he whispered
into my ear, "I can't wait any longer.  Tonight."  Then he passed me by.

I thought about trying to protest.  My encounters with Matt always left me
feeling degraded.

But I was so goddamn horny.  At least at that point, I wanted the sex more
than I wanted to be respected.  Why did those things have to be mutually
exclusive?

I reasoned with myself.  Even if I did the right thing by refusing Matt, he
would just order me to service him, or force himself onto me.  Obviously,
there was no getting out of this one, so why try and fight a hopeless
battle?

That night, as soon as Cougar went to bed, leaving Matt alone with me in
the living room, Matt whispered to me, "You ready to go all the way, baby?"
He nodded towards the kitchen.  "Wait for me in the gym."  Then he jumped
off the couch and ran upstairs.

I went downstairs, and sat on one of the weight benches until he returned
with a bottle of something in his hand.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You'll see later on," he said.  "Get over there on the mat."  I walked
over to the mat like he instructed me too.  "Now, take off all of your
clothes."  I ripped my T-shirt off my body.  "Hey, hey, not so fast.  Do it
slow."

I slowly took off my shoes and my socks, then pulled down my shorts.  He
was massaging his cock through his shorts when I got to my boxers.

"Alright, turn around now.  I don't want to see your fucking cock."

I faced away from him as I leaned over, pulling my boxers to my ankles.

"Alright, stay like that, don't turn around yet."  I heard him take off his
clothes behind me, as I faced away from him, apparently so he could look at
my ass.  "Okay, lie down on the mat."

I lay down on my back, and he walked over to me so he was standing on
either side of my hips, his long, hard cock jutting out a ways in front of
him.  He looked down at me and smiled.  "You like it when a man stands over
you like this, baby?"

I put my hands on his calves, and started rubbing up the hairy skin.  "Yes,
Matt," I said.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and shook it at me.  "And what about my
cock, baby?  You like to be under this beauty?"

"Yeah Matt," I said as I moved my hands up to the back of his thighs,
feeling the taut hamstring muscles.

"Tell me you were made to be under my cock, faggot!"

"I was made to be under your cock!"

"Oh yeah, baby?  Well why don't you show me how much you love it."

I held onto his thighs and pulled myself into a sitting position, letting
his cock slide passed my cheek, and digging my nose into the crevasse
between his cock, thigh, and scrotum, inhaling his thick scent, just taking
in the smell of him.  I opened my mouth and started licking his balls while
I nuzzled my nose against the base of his cock.  I took one of his
testicles into my, swirling the hair on it around with my wet tongue, and
then letting it pop out of my mouth as I went for the other one.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me away from his balls, directing me
instead to the end of his cock.  I looked up at him.  He was smiling at me,
and winked.  I dug my tongue into his slit, driving it in and out as he
started to moan.  Then I leaned forward, and wrapped my lips around his
shaft.

"Yeah, that's it, eat my big cock, faggot."  He started humping my face,
holding me by my hair, being about as rough as I could handle.

Once I had really gotten my rhythm going, he pulled my head off of his
cock.  "That's enough of that, baby, don't want to spoil what's coming."
He backed off away from me, leaving my mouth empty and unsatisfied.  "Get
up on your feet," he said.  "Good.  Now, go over the mirror."

One of the walls in the gym had a large mirror covering on it so that you
could see yourself while you worked out.  This is what Matt was directing
me towards, for no apparent reason.

"Look at yourself in the mirror," he said from behind me.

I looked at the image in front of me, trying to discern the attraction Matt
and the other wolves had to me.  Sure, I was good-looking, but much too
scrawny and soft for my taste.  I didn't exude the strong masculinity like
all the wolves did.

"Pretend that it's me in the mirror, that it's my body.  Touch me."

I put my hands on the mirror, leaning into it, putting my nose to the
image's nose.

"Go ahead and kiss me, baby.  I know you've wanted to, you're a fag after
all.  Here's your chance."

I kissed my own lips, then opened my mouth, licking my own tongue, wishing
that I felt something more than just cold glass against it.

"Now," continued Matt, "put your dick against mine."  I pressed my cock
into the mirror, smearing my precum against the glass.  "Really start
fucking me, baby."

I rubbed my cock up and down against the wet glass, until I really started
to lose myself, imagining that I was actually touching Matt's warm skin.
The sounds of a bottle opening barely registered behind me.

Suddenly, I felt him shove one of his slimy fingers into my ass, hard.  I
gasped with pain, tensing up around the finger.  "Matt, it hurts, get it
out of me."

"You need this, Rick, just relax.  You need to learn how to really be a
good faggot."

He wiggled his finger around in me as I tried to relax.  Then he put a
second finger inside me, stretching me wider.

"Matt!" I cried out as the pain increased, but then there was something
else.  Along with the pain, there was an exciting sort of pleasure that I
didn't at all expect.  Suddenly I wasn't sure if I wanted his fingers out
of me or if I wanted them buried down deeper into me.

"Case opened you up real good for me," he said.  He started working his
fingers back and forth, going deeper with each push.  "You like this,
faggot?" he asked me.

"No," I said defiantly, but then a moan escaped my lips that gave away my
pleasure.  I pushed ever so slightly back into him.

He leaned forward, biting at the back of my ear playfully, his scruffy
beard scratching my neck.  "Don't worry, baby," he said.  "I'll show you
what its like to really get fucked.  You want that, faggot?  To have my
cock deep inside you, to show you how much you really like to get fucked,
because you're a faggot and that's what faggots like.

He kept on pushing his two fingers in and out of me, until the pain was
just a phantom and the pleasure overtook me completely, and I groaned,
eager for more.  He slid a third finger into me, sending a new wave of
pain, but then that subsided too as I got used to all three fingers and
began to push back against him for more.

He slapped my ass.  "Yeah, baby, fuck my fingers, show me how much you want
the real thing!"

I wiggled my ass back against him, giving in to the feeling of his fingers
inside of me.

"Oh yeah, you're ready for my cock, ready for me to fuck you, to really
make you my little bitch."  He removed his fingers from me, leaving a
strange sort of emptiness.  "I want you on all fours like a fucking dog."

I leaned down on the mat, getting on my hands as knees as I heard him
lubing up his dick, my mind spinning, not sure if I really wanted what he
was about to give me, but knowing it was too late to turn back now.  His
hands roamed over my ass, rubbing up and down my crack.

"You've teased me long enough with your hot little ass, faggot.  Now you'll
pay the price."

He rubbed his cockhead up from my balls to my asshole, tracing his precum
and lube along my crack as he did.  I shuddered as he pressed against my
hole, trying to relax.

He grabbed onto my hips, and pushed himself inside of me, as new amounts of
pain ignited my hole.  I cried out in pain.

"Easy, baby, just relax.  Just let me slide into you."

I surrendered my ass to him, relaxing as he pushed more of it into me.

"There you go, baby, feel my cock easing into like that?"

Once his head was inside of me, the pain lessened, and I pushed back onto
him ever so slightly.  He kept pushing and pushing, sliding more and more
of himself into me, slowly, yes, but with a firm insistence.  I was
thankful that his cock was smaller in girth than Case's, as I felt anything
larger would just have been too painful to take.

As he continued to push into me, his dick scraped something inside of me
that made me gasp in absolute pleasure.  Matt laughed.  "Yeah, see little
faggot?  You were made to get fucked by my long cock.  Now, you just relax,
baby, because I'm gonna get this thing all the way into you."

"All the way, Matt?" I asked apprehensively.  His dick was so long.

"That's right, queer boy."

He kept on pushing into me until he had accomplished his goal.  His cock
was all the way inside of me, his pubes crushed against my crack, and his
balls softly falling to rest against the back of my own.  I exhaled deeply,
feeling a sense of accomplishment, and just lavishing in the feeling of
having this man all the way in me.  He leaned on top of me, putting his
weight on my body.

He bit my ear then.  "This is great, baby, but I have to fuck you.  You are
so fucking tight around me.  I gotta fuck you now."  He pulled his cock a
good way out of me, then thrust it back into me all the way, making me feel
pain again.  He pulled out again, and thrust again, over and over.  Each
time, his cock scraped against that spot that I knew must be my prostate,
and despite any pain I was feeling, I just wanted him to thrust more.  I
gasped each time, my cock pouring out precum as it throbbed in time with
his thrusts.

 "You like that, huh, baby?  Tell me you want me to fuck you or I swear to
god I'll stop right now."

"Fuck me, Matt," I said eagerly.

"I want to hear you beg, faggot!"

"Fuck me, please fuck me!"

This really got him going as he started really thrusting hard, grunting
with each stroke.  He grabbed my hair and started pulling me backwards as
he pushed forward as my body shivered in ecstasy.  Suddenly I didn't care
that I was being used.  His beautiful cock was inside of me, and it felt
better than anything ever before, and that was all that mattered.

I was so lost in my pleasure that my orgasm just rushed onto me without my
hand ever touching my dick.  I yelled out as my cock started shooting, my
cum flying out from under me.

"Yeah, faggot, shoot that cream, show me how much you love being fucked by
me!"

I kept on erupting, my orgasm more intense and long-lived than any in my
life.  In the process, I squeezed my ass tight against his cock, and that
was when he started to cum, thrusting it all the way into me once more.

"Take my cum up your ass, you fucking whore!  Feel my man cream inside
you!"

His cum shot into me, giving me another burst of intense pleasure and
wonderful warmth.  He gently rocked back and forth as he spilled his juices
into me, biting my ear again, letting his body sink on top of mine.
Finally, he was done, and I relaxed.

"How'd you like being fucked by a real man, baby?" he whispered into my
ear.

"It was incredible."

"Better than Case?" he asked.

"No comparison," I said, not wanting to add that what made it great was
that he dick was so much skinnier than Case's.

"I knew you'd say that."  He slid his cock out of me.  "Same time, same
place tomorrow.  And make sure this place is cleaned up."

He got up, waved his cock at me as I lied there on the floor, completely
spent, and threw on his clothes before heading upstairs.

Even though I was completely exhausted, I knew that it would be hard to
wait twenty-four hours for more.

*****

The next night, after Cougar went to bed, Matt smiled at me, and I knew
instantly what was on his mind.

"It's fuck time!" he whispered into my ear.

My second fuck with Matt was even better than the first, as there was much
less pain than before.  After we had finished, instead of going up to his
room immediately, Matt laid down beside me on the ground, giving us a
chance to talk.

A burning question had been on my mind for a couple days.  "Matt, when we
were in the bar, what did you mean when you told Case that I was the den
whore?"

He laughed at me.  "Why, are you upset?  Ain't no use being upset over the
truth, man."

I was upset, but I didn't show it.  "Well what do you mean by that?"

"It just means that you live in the den and you provide sexual services to
us wolves.  Before, it wasn't all that unusual to have a den whore around.
We had one in my old den in New Orleans.  If a den was lucky, the whore
would be female.  But that was unusual.  Women don't usually stick around
long, especially once they figure out that they'll die if they get
pregnant.  And if they leave, knowing everything they do, that makes them a
liability.  Some dens will kill a female den whore if she tries to leave or
just when she gets too old.  Others, like ours, would never accept one."

"How do you keep them around?  You pay them?"

"No.  Give them room and board like we're doin for you I guess.  But the
male ones, they have a reason to stay.  Usually, once they start to age and
their bodies become less attractive, the wolves will turn them as a reward
for their years of all that shit service.  That promise is enough for them
to stick around usually."

"Well, I don't want to be a wolf," I said.

"I know you don't.  But you're not leaving just the same, are you?  And
besides, you have the gift, so you'll never age, just like the rest of us.
Think about it.  You could be our den whore for the rest of time."

Although I now knew I loved to get fucked, I also knew that being
somebody's fuck toy for the rest of my life was not a great long-term goal.
Now that I had been fucked, it just made me want to fuck somebody even
more.  I was sure that there was nobody in this den who would permit me to
do that to them.

Matt told me to meet him for another fuck the next night, and I eagerly
agreed.

*****

The next day seemed to creep along.  Visions of Matt kept racing through my
mind as I tried to remember exactly how it felt when he was screwing me.  I
was on laundry detail that day, and spent most of the afternoon alone in
the garage, washing, ironing, and folding multiple loads.  It was a hot
summer day, humid and sticky, and I had removed my shirt by noon to try and
get some relief from the heat.  Most of the time my concentration was
focused on the task at hand, but every so often my body would remind me of
its presence as a sudden breeze whipped across my skin, or a drop of sweat
snaked down my body from my forehead, tickling me as it fell.

Around four I was right in the middle of ironing when Matt came into the
garage behind me carrying his bed sheets in his arms.

"I forgot about these," he said.  "I need them washed."

I sighed.  "You know, I could be at this all night."

"Nah.  You'll be done by bedtime," he said.

"Maybe, but at this rate I'll be too tired to do anything but sleep."  It
was an empty bluff.

He walked towards me slowly.  "Is that a threat?  Are you forgetting how
much fun you had last night?"

He grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me towards the washing machine.
He pushed me down by the back of my neck until I was bent over the whirring
machine.  I felt his hand move from my neck down my back and under the
waistband of my shorts.  He dove into my crack, rubbing his finger along my
asshole.

"Are you still sore?" he asked.

"Kind of.  It doesn't bother me much, though."

"Good.  Not that it would really matter...I'll be fucking you tonight either
way."  It was pronouncements like these that reminded me that I was more
his toy than his partner.

He quickly pulled my shorts and boxers to the ground.  He wrapped his arms
around my chest and ground his hard cock into butt.  Too bad he was fully
clothed at the time.

"Where would you be without me?" he asked, wiggling his crotch into me.
"You'd still be jacking off in the shower."

That was true.  What he declined to mention, however, is that he'd be doing
the same thing without me.

"Oh fuck," he exclaimed as he stood up off me.  "Someone's coming."

Matt stepped away from me as I grabbed for my clothes.  I pulled up my
shorts just as Malcolm walked in the garage.

"Hey," he said, "I'm gonna go and pick up dinner."  He stared at us for a
moment, whether it was out of suspicion or not I don't know.  I was facing
away from him, pretending to be fiddling with the washer settings, when
really I was just pressing my hard dick into the washing machine in order
to keep it from tenting out my shorts.

"That's cool," said Matt.  "I was just dropping off some laundry for Rick."
He pointed to his sheets as proof.

Malcolm nodded and unlocked the Chevy.  As he was about to get in, he
turned around suddenly.  "Hey, Rick, why don't you come with me?  You can
help me carry the food."

My hardon now limp, I turned to face him.  "What about the laundry?" I
asked.

"Matt can do it for you while you're gone."

Matt looked a bit stunned.  "Me?  I hate doing laundry."

"What, you think Rick likes it?  That's an order, to both of you."  I was
surprised.  Malcolm was usually very conservative when it came to dealing
out orders.  I put my shirt back on.

Matt wasn't through yet.  "Tell you what, Malcolm.  Why don't I go and pick
up the food, and Rick can come along and help.  That way, you can just
chill here."

"Thanks, but no.  Then there would be no one to do the laundry."

I hopped into the passenger seat of the Chevy.

Malcolm rolled down his window, and looked at Matt.  "It'll just be for a
few minutes.  You're not afraid of getting your hands wet, are you?"

Matt forced a smile as we drove off.  I watched with hidden glee as Matt
started to sort his own sheets.

"What are we getting?" I asked as we were driving down the street.

"I ordered pizza."

"Okay, I'll be glad to help."

He raised an eyebrow.  "That's not why I had you come.  Do you think I
really need help carrying a few fuckin pizza boxes?  I brought you along
because we need to talk.  Alone."

Oh no.  I thought I had seen the last of Malcolm's talks.  I braced myself
for what was coming.

"Now, you've been acting real suspicious lately.  You and Matt.  Just tell
me.  Have you two been screwing around?"

I thought about what response I should give.  Lying seemed best at the
moment.  "No," I said, trying to sound incredulous.

He opened his eyes wide until I remembered how scary he could look.
"You're lying to me.  Tell me the fucking truth, or I'll tell the whole den
about you."

That was a threat I could not allow to be put into action.  I had been
caught, and it was time to fess up.  "Yeah, okay, you're right."

"I knew it, I knew that motherfucker couldn't keep his dick off of you.
Jesus fuck.  What did he do to you?  Did he fuck you?"

I turned red.  "Yeah."

His anger was palpable.  "He's not the only one, is he?  Now I know Russ
has to be fucking you too, right?"

I shrugged.  "Well, not exactly."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"  He looked towards me.  "You just
sucking him off?"

I nodded, looking straight ahead.  "But that ended when Will beat Russ and
prevented him from giving me orders."

"Good.  Is there anyone else?"

I nodded.

"Let me guess, motherfuckin Case?"

I nodded again.

"Yeah, I knew it.  Takes you away to London for a week long trip.  He's
never taken me on any fucking trip across the world.  So what are you, the
house slut?  Huh?  Did you forget how I let you get me off when you wanted
to play with my dick?"

"No," I said.  "It just seemed to me like you weren't interested after Will
beat you."

"That don't give you the right to go whoring around to all the wolves in
the den.  They think you're common property?  Well I was the first, the one
who broke you in.  You belong to me, not those other motherfuckers."

I didn't know what to say, so I stayed silent.

"So Case and Matt are still fucking you?"

I shook my head.  "Not Case.  Just Matt."

"When does he do it?"

"At night, after everyone else has gone to bed."

"Uh-huh.  Not anymore, he won't."

I turned to face him, anxious.  "Are you going to order him not to fuck
me?"

"No, are you fucking crazy?  I don't want Matt or anyone else to know about
us."

I thought perhaps I should tell him that Matt already knew, but I wasn't
exactly in a generous mood.

"I missed having you to sleep with lately," he said.  "I think we'll try it
out again.  See if Matt can find a way around that one."

Later that night I listened from the living room as Malcolm talked to Case
and Will in the kitchen.

"It's gotten me real concerned," Malcolm was saying about me.  "I don't
fucking trust him sleeping alone on the ground level like he has been."

"Well get the fuck over it," said Will.  "He's been here for weeks, he's
not leaving."

"Yeah, bro, you can trust Rick," said Case.

Malcolm quickly shifted gears.  "No, it's not that I don't trust Rick.
It's that I'm worried that we're gonna be attacked by vampires one of these
days.  I mean, Case, you said yourself, boss, that the motherfuckers
probably know where we live.  If that happened, the first one they would
get to would be Rick, all alone down here on the first floor.  All I'm
saying is that he should sleep on a sleeping bag upstairs in my room so
that I could protect him."

"Maybe you're right," said Case.

"Whatever, I don't care," said Will.

"But your room's tiny, Malcolm," said Case.  "He should share a bigger
room.  He could stay in mine."

"Well he's not sleeping in my room," said Will.

"Thanks, Case," said Malcolm with a touch of malice in his voice.  "But I
think the little guy prefers to be in my room.  He thinks, because of my
size, I'll be able to defend him better.  I told him that just because I
was the biggest, that didn't mean I was the strongest.  But he didn't
believe me."

"Well he's a damn fool then," said Will.

Behind me, Matt poked me in the back.  I turned around.  He gave me an
angry, questioning look, obviously having just overheard everything that I
did.  I just shrugged.

Malcolm got his wish.  He had me move my stuff into his room and lay my
blankets on the dirty, wood floor of his room.

That night, as Matt, Cougar and I were playing videogames, Malcolm came
into the room.

"I'm going to bed," he pronounced.

"Sweet dreams, sugar pie," said Matt.

Malcolm pointed to me.  "Hey kid.  You'd better go to sleep now to so you
don't wake me up when you come in.  I'm a light sleeper, you know."

And so, he made me quit playing and go to bed at midnight with him.  This
way, Matt and I would lose our late night sessions in the gym, effectively
cutting out the possibility of sex between us.  Malcolm would get what he
wanted...me to himself.

When I went into his room, I got in between the blankets on the floor,
wondering if I could possibly fall asleep on a hard wood floor.  Meanwhile,
true to his form, Malcolm stripped his clothes off immediately and got into
his twin bed.

"You know I'll be completely miserable sleeping on the floor like this," I
told him.

He omitted his deep-bellied laughter.  "I don't expect you to actually
sleep on the floor.  You can share my bed, but first you have to prove
yourself to me."

He pulled the sheet back and jiggled his giant cock in his hands.  I had
forgotten how insanely huge it was.

"I'm sorry I haven't let you taste it in so long.  Of course I should have
known that once you had your first taste, you would go crazy once I took it
away, so much so that you had to look for dick in all the wrong places.
Come here and make up it up to me."

The way he so casually objectified me made me feel like shit.  I wanted to
tell him to screw himself and go lie on the hard floor.  But seeing him
there, jiggling his cock in front of me, I couldn't resist.

I stood up, walked over to his bed, and took his cock into my hands,
feeling the velvety texture of his shaft.  "Are you sure we should?"  I
asked as it hardened in my hands.  "Won't somebody hear us?"

"No.  Russ is asleep and Cougar and Matt are downstairs."  I kept on
stroking.  "Stop using your hands.  Let your tongue do the work."

I leaned down and started licking it.  Again, upon his request, I tried to
take it into my mouth.  But he was just too big.

"Let me fuck you then," he said.  The idea was completely absurd.

"No, forget it."

"But you've been loosened up by everyone else.  Maybe it'll fit."

"No, it won't."

He gave up on fucking me.  Apparently he had the self-control that Case
lacked.  He seemed content to just have me lick him to climax.

"I'm about to cum," he said.  "You'd better get those lips around my
piss-hole."

I got as much of the tip of his head into my mouth as I could as he
unloaded into me.  I tasted the salty sweet flavor of his come in my mouth,
trying to discern if it tasted any different from Matt's.  It didn't.  I
swallowed his load as I eagerly stroked my own cock.

He handed me a tissue box.  "Here, use this," he said.

And so, feeling frustrated that I wasn't in the gym being fucked by Matt, I
jacked myself off as I stood next to his bed.  I caught my semen in a wad
of tissues as he started to yawn.

After I was done, he looked towards me.  "Good.  Now you can sleep on the
bed with me."

I looked at him on that bed.  He covered the whole thing, and his legs were
really hanging off.  "There's no more room," I said.

He smiled and patted his stomach.  "There's always more room," he said.

Still naked, I got on top of him in bed.  I was stomach down, my head
resting in the crevasse between his pecs, feeling the smooth skin against
my cheek.  His soft cock was bunched up at my pelvis, and my lower body was
resting between his legs.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

"It's better than the floor," I said.

"Don't forget it."  He closed his eyes, and fell asleep almost immediately.
I could feel my body move up and down with each of his giant breaths.

Feeling his body under mine was somehow reassuring.  It occurred to me then
how close you could be to someone physically while at the same time being
so distant from them emotionally.

*****

The next day, a Tuesday, was the day before the full moon, as Case reminded
everyone in the morning.  Will had some talks with the rest of the house
about who the next victims should be.  I didn't want to have any part in
it, so I avoided those conversations entirely.

Matt earnestly tried to get me alone that day, but Malcolm stuck to me like
glue, thwarting his every effort.  I wondered if Matt realized what was
happening or not.  I didn't want him to think that I had willfully skipped
out on our planned fuck the night before, but had no way to tell him with
Malcolm constantly at my side.

Not that Malcolm was following me around as I went about my day.  Instead,
Malcolm made me follow him around like his shadow.  I ate with him.  Worked
out with him.  He even had us shower simultaneously in the gym shower so
that he wouldn't have to risk me being alone for ten minutes while he was
taking one upstairs.

That night, after Malcolm got into bed naked, I jumped for his cock.  He
swatted me away like an annoying fly.

"Not tonight," he said.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't feel like it.  You'll get plenty of time with my dick
later on."

I sighed, exasperated.  "Can I at least sleep with you tonight?" I asked.
The hard floor did not look at all inviting at the moment.

"Yeah, get in," he said, lifting up his covers so I could jump upon his
body once more.

The feeling of his hot skin against mine and his cool cock resting against
my pelvis was getting me hard.

He must have noticed my erection sliding against his leg, because he said,
"Roll onto your back for tonight."

I did as he asked, rolling over so that his cock was against my ass and I
was staring at the ceiling.  That's how we fell asleep.

*****

When they brought in the new three victims the next day I looked at their
faces and sighed thankfully when I didn't recognize any of them.

"Why three?" I asked Malcolm.

"Because it takes about half a person to feed a wolf," he said simply.  It
was gruesome to think about.

I stayed out of the way until after the sun went down and didn't go near
the basement.  The house had sort of an eerie emptiness that was very
uncharacteristic of the typically noisy atmosphere.

It was still early when I went to bed out of boredom.  Malcolm's bed was
more comfortable without Malcolm actually in it, so I went right to sleep.

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night for no apparent reason.  I
looked outside; the full moon was nearing the horizon.  It would be morning
soon.  I tried to get back to sleep, but my curiosity was starting to
agitate me.  I had never seen the wolves transformed completely.  Now would
be a good time.

But the idea of seeing the half-eaten dead bodies of the victims made my
stomach churn.  Then again, it was so late now that there probably wasn't
much left of them.  I decided to go downstairs and just peak into the
kennel.

I crept through the dark house and slowly tiptoed down the stairs towards
the kennel.  I craned my head around the corner until I could just see into
the room.

The lighting was dim, but their hulking shapes were impossible to miss.
Huge figures standing among the shadows.  There was the incessant noise of
chewing that I had heard as soon as I came into the gym.

One of them was close enough to me to see clearly; he was sprawled out on
the floor, a huge figure that must have been nine feet tall.  He was
thickly muscular, extremely broad, and covered with black fur.  He had a
long, bushy tail that wagged ever so slightly.  His body looked somewhere
in between a human's and a wolf's in shape and structure, but his head
seemed almost bear-like.  His eyes were bright yellow, and his jaw was
open, giving me a glimpse of his huge white fangs.  Embedded in his jaw was
a large bone that he was chewing on.  It freaked me out a little when I
realized where that bone must have come from.  I realized that they were
all chewing on those bones.

I stepped completely into the room to try and get a better look.  As I did,
the wolf in front locked eyes upon me.  He dropped his bone and got to his
feet, starting to growl.  Seeing him on his feet in front of me almost made
me turn around and run, but I knew I was safe on the other side of the
bars.

As that wolf growled and snarled at me, the others soon came to the
forefront of the kennel, pushing against the bars.  All of them looked at
me with their evil grins, saliva dripping onto the floor.  I knew that to
them I was just fresh meat.

They varied in size.  The smallest was about nine feet tall, while the
biggest one was eleven feet tall or so, and huge.  I knew that must have
been Malcolm.  I realized that I could also tell them apart by the color of
the fur.  Most of them had black fur, but one had brown and another was
sort of golden colored.  I knew they must be Russ and Matt respectively,
assuming that the fur color of the wolves matched the hair color of the
men.

The golden one grabbed a hold of one of the bars with his paws, sliding his
long, sharp claws through them.  Luckily I wasn't anywhere near the bars,
or he could have really done some real damage.  He started shaking the bar
in anger.

"Easy, Matt, easy," I said.

Apparently my voice was not at all reassuring for Matt.  He shook the bar
harder, until it rattled in its casing.  I wondered how sturdy those bars
really were.  He shook it again violently, and I ran upstairs, not wanting
to tempt fate any longer.

My curiosity satiated, I went back to sleep in Malcolm's bed.

*****

I was the first one up the next day.  All the wolves, having gone to sleep
sometime after sunrise, slept late into the day.  I was hoping that Matt
would wake up first so that he and I would have an opportunity to talk.
When Russ got up, I decided to go ahead and wake up Matt myself.

I tried his doorknob but it was locked.  I knocked a couple of times
quietly.

He opened the door, yawning, only in his boxers.  "Rick," he said, smiling.

"I thought you might want me to get you up," I said.

He held the top of the doorframe with his hands and leaned forward.  "Sorry
I scared you last night."

At first I couldn't think what he was referring to, and then it hit me.
"You remember that?"

"Yeah.  We may be dumb as dirt when the full moon's up, but we still
remember what happens."  He turned back towards his room.  "I'm gonna get
dressed.  I'll meet you downstairs."

Later, after Matt had eaten and sat down in the living room with me, Russ
came down to find us.

"Are you the only ones up?" he asked.

"Yep.  Far as I know."

He tossed his keys to Matt.  "Go fill up my bike.  It's almost empty."

Matt groaned.  "Why don't you ask Cougar?"

"He's asleep."

"So, wake him up."

Russ was getting angry.  "Stop bitching about it and just get it done.  And
be quick about it."  He left the room.

Matt turned to me.  "You want to come along?"

"Sure," I said.

Soon I was on the back of Russ's bike, holding onto Matt in front of me.

After we had stopped at a gas station, Matt filled up the bike and parked
it.

"What are we doing now?" I asked we started to walk into the station.

"I need to take a piss.  How bout you?"

"No, I'm fine," I said.

"Are you sure about that?" he gave me a wry smile.

He asked the attendant for the key to the men's room, winking at me as he
led me to the side of the building where the bathrooms were.  He unlocked
and opened the door for me; we both stepped inside before he locked it
again.  The place was like any other gas station bathroom, small and
filthy.

He walked over to the urinal and unzipped, pushing his pants and boxers
down passed his crotch.  He starting pissing into the urinal.  I must say I
could not take my eyes off of the cock in his hand.

"You want to tell me what you and your boyfriend have been up to?" he asked
me.

"Who, Malcolm?  He's not my boyfriend.  But he knows everything.  He's
trying to keep me away from you."

He sighed then, shutting his eyes as the piss poured out of him.  "I
figured as much.  Making you sleep with him was low."  He turned to me and
raised an eyebrow.  "He been fucking you?"

"No way.  It's just like it was before with him.  You know, just, uh, just
licking him and stuff."

He laughed.  "It's funny isn't it.  His cock's so big it's almost
worthless."  He shook the last drops of urine from his own big cock.  "You
been missing me?" he asked.  The way he held out his dick I knew that he
was talking more about it than himself.

"Yeah, Matt," I responded.

"Just when I think I have the perfect little fuck toy, Malcolm swoops down
and takes you from me.  Well, he can't watch you all the time, can he?
Take your shorts off."

I looked around the filthy bathroom.  "You want to do it in here?"

"What's wrong?  Afraid of the germs?  Stop whining about it and get your
shorts off."

I took my sneakers off, then pulled off my shorts and underwear, leaving my
socks on.  Meanwhile, he had grabbed a bottle of lotion from his shorts
that I hadn't even seen him bring, and was lubing up his cock as it grew in
his hand.

"Let's make this fast," he said.  "We don't have much time before Russ'll
get pissed off."

He came towards me, and pushed my back against the bathroom wall.

"Put your arms around my neck," he said.

I wrapped my arms around him, and he lifted my legs up off the ground
swiftly with both hands, bringing my knees to the sides of his torso.
Immediately I felt his dick at my hole, and he was holding me so tight that
I couldn't even squirm.  He pushed into me hard, having no time or patience
for gentleness, but I didn't mind.  As soon as he was hitting that spot in
me, that itch that I never knew I had, my cock was dripping onto my shirt.
I knew he was going fast, trying to rush, but I didn't ever want it to end.
The thought of his cock leaving my body was almost painful.

There was a knock on the door.  "Hello?" came a man's raspy voice through
the door.  "You've been in there a long time.  Other people need to use the
bathroom."

"Shut the fuck up and go away!" yelled Matt as he started ramming my ass
harder and harder.

"I'm getting the manager!" the man retorted.

"Go ahead, just shut the fuck up!"  Matt looked into my eyes as the man's
footsteps left.  "Malcolm may have me beat on size, but he can't make you
feel like I can, right?"

I nodded agreement, shutting my eyes and just concentrating on the
sensation each stroke brought me.

He pulled me off the wall, then slammed me against it.  "Fucking answer
me!"

"He can't do what you can do, Matt," I said.

He smiled, pushing harder.  I think my words of worship more than anything
else turned him on.  "Tell me how much you liked to get fucked by my big
cock, faggot."

The word stung a bit, but I didn't care.  At that moment I was ready to be
used by him.  "I love your big cock inside of me, Matt."  It wasn't a lie.

"That's right, baby," he said.  He tilted his head back, yelling obscenely
as he came into me, filling me up with his seed.  The power of his orgasm
was enough to put me over the edge too, and I came all over my shirt.

Again there was more knocking.  "You okay in there?" came the voice of the
attendant.

We didn't answer as Matt pulled out of me and pulled up his shorts.

"I'm a mess," I whispered, pointing to the cum all over my shirt.

"Here."  He scooped my cum off the fabric and wiped it all over the wall,
an evil grin spread across his face.

"I'm coming in!" said the man as we heard him jingle his keys.

I threw my clothes back on just as the door opened.

"It's all yours," said Matt as we left the bathroom and hopped on the bike.
I made a mental note never to go back to that gas station again.

We got home before Malcolm even got up.  When he did, though, he
monopolized me all day long again.  Matt would wink at me or grab his
crotch when Malcolm wasn't looking, but that was the only contact I had
with him.

That night, Malcolm made me give him another tongue bath before I was
allowed to share his bed.  I wasn't as in to it as I could have been,
having blown one load earlier in the day, but I gave it an honest effort.
He rewarded me by letting me sleep on his body again.

*****

The next day was a Friday, the first one I had spent in the house where
there wasn't a fight taking place.

Friday night, after making me go to bed with him early again, Malcolm
didn't even want me to lick him off, to my disappointment.  I hadn't had
any sexual release that day, and had been looking forward to some action
with Malcolm.

"Too tired," he said as he rolled onto his stomach in bed.  "Maybe
tomorrow."

"Can I still sleep with you?"

"Sure, kid."

I jumped onto his body.  This was the first time he had been on his
stomach, so I spread out face down as well, resting my face against his
powerful back muscles.

I couldn't sleep.  Perhaps it was the pent-up sexual frustration.  Having
Malcolm's naked body against mine, with my dick resting down his asscrack,
was enough to get me excited.  My dick was hard and raring to go.

"What are you doing?" he asked me suddenly.  I was startled; I thought he
had been asleep.

"What?" I asked, playing innocent.

"You think you're gonna fuck me?  No fucking way.  Turn around and get your
little dick away from my ass."

I turned around on his body so that I was facing up.  He didn't say
anything more that night, and I eventually found my way to sleep.

*****

The next day, Malcolm kept me busy by giving me an endless string of chores
and errands to do.  It reminded me of when I had been Russ's bitch, only
Malcolm wasn't trying to humiliate or punish me, he was just trying to keep
me occupied.

Before, my revelation that I needed to empower myself, combined with the
intention of sticking up for myself, had left me with a newfound sense of
liberation.  Now, being ordered around like this, I just felt angry and
impotent.

After cleaning Malcolm's room, I carried the cleaning supplies down the
stairs, huffing angrily as I went.  Russ was coming up the stairs, and he
was completely in my way.

Something in me snapped.  Maybe it was because I knew that Russ was the
only one who wasn't a threat to me, thanks to Will.

"Move!" I barked at him angrily.

His intense eyes locked onto me in shock.  "What did you just say to me?"
he asked.

Suddenly the fear I had of this man flooded back into me.  But I needed to
face that fear, to shake it away.  Russ couldn't hurt me anymore.

"I said move."  My voice was a little shaky, but fierce sounding
nonetheless.

He leaned in close to my face, staring me down, showing no signs of getting
out of my way.  "I'm going to count to five, and when I'm done, you'd
better be on your knees begging forgiveness, boy."  He started counting.

"You can't order me to do anything," I said, my defiant tone starting to
waver.  "Will said so!"

He started walking towards me up the stairs, and I backed up away from him.
"You think that I really give a shit what that son of a bitch says?  Guess
what, boy, Will isn't here.  He's out of the house."  He cornered me into a
wall, my back against it, his furious eyes just inches from my own.  "It's
not Will's approval that gives me power over you, boy.  It's this."  He
flexed his arm, his bicep popping through his green T-shirt.  "My
strength."  He put his hand around my throat, clutching it hard.  "I could
snap your neck with one simple flick of the wrist."

By this time I was completely terrified, and started praying that someone
would come through the hall and rescue me.

"Drop that shit," he said.

I dropped the cleaning supplies I was holding to the floor.  In one swift
motion he had me in a chokehold, and was dragging me down the hall.

Matt must have heard the commotion, because he stuck his head out of his
room.  I gave him a pleading look.

"Get back in your room!" Russ snapped.

Matt quickly shut his door.  Even he wasn't stupid enough to mess with
Russ.

I was dragged into Russ's bedroom before he shut the door and threw me to
the ground.  I gasped for air.  He pressed his boot against my chest.

"What happened to you, boy?  I thought I taught you discipline and respect.
Now you strut around the house like you're hot shit."  He ground the tip of
his boot into my ribs.  "Just because you've gotten stronger, you think
you're a man now."

"I am a man," I said defiantly.

"You think you're a goddamn man, little boy?"  Spit flew out of his mouth
as he said this and onto my face.

He reached down and pulled me up by my neck.  Suddenly I couldn't breathe
again.  He dragged me over to his desk chair.

"We'll see who's the man and who's the little boy, right now."

My heart dropped in my chest.  I didn't want to know what he was going to
do to me.

He sat in his chair and pulled my shorts and boxers down to my ankles
roughly.  Then he pulled me over his lap so that my bare ass was sticking
up into the air on top of him.  I couldn't believe it.  He was going to
spank me.

I laughed out loud.  "You're not going to fucking spank me," I said in
disbelief.

He slapped the back of my head so hard I thought I would pass out for a
second.  "You think this is funny, little boy?  You behave like a child and
you'll get disciplined like one."

I stopped laughing as his hand hit my ass the first time.  This wasn't Mom
or Dad hitting me.  This was a werewolf, with all the strength of one.  The
slap was excruciatingly painful.

He hit me again, pain shooting through my body, and I cried out.  Damn, how
could I show my weakness like that?

"That's right, you ain't laughing anymore, are you boy?"

A third hit.  Then a fourth.  I thought I would die or at least pass out
from the pain.  Suddenly I realized that spanking me was the worst thing he
could have done.  Painful as hell, and worse than that, completely
humiliating.

He kept hitting.  Tears stung my eyes.  I tried to hold them back, but they
slid down my cheeks.  Russ was right.  I was a child.

My soft cock was pressed against his package in the fatigues he was
wearing.  As he kept on hitting me, I thought I felt his getting bigger and
harder underneath me.  Was he getting turned on by this?  I certainly
wasn't.

He hit me again.  "Is that enough, boy, or do you need more?"

"It's enough!" I cried out.

He reached around my face and smeared my tears against my cheeks with his
fingers.  "Look at this, you're crying like a little baby.  I want you to
thank me for knocking some respect into you, boy!"

"Thank you," I said.

"Thank you, sir!" he corrected.

"Thank you sir!"

"That's good."  I winced as I felt his hand lowered to my ass again, but
this time his touch was gentle.  He lightly rubbed over the stinging flesh.
"I've left some marks here.  I didn't want to do it, but it's for your own
good.  You can't go around disrespecting those who are stronger than you.
That shit'll get you killed someday."  He rubbed my ass again, and then
patted it a couple of times.  "Get up and get your shorts back on."

I stood up off of him and pulled my shorts up while he sat there.  I felt
more cut-down and humiliated than ever.  I was a nineteen year old that had
just gotten my ass spanked.

"Now you'd better go pick up that shit in the hall," he said.

"Yes sir."

"And while you're at it, go ahead and clean my room for me, boy."

Yep.  The old Russ was back.

When I was out in the hall gathering up the supplies, Malcolm came up the
stairs.

"You done cleaning my room?" he asked.

"Yep," I replied.

"I'm gonna go pick up dinner.  Come along with me."

I shook my head.  "Can't.  Russ is having me clean his room."

"What?  I can't leave you alone for five minutes, can I?"

"Don't yell at me.  Do you think I want to clean Russ's room?"

Luckily, Russ's new room was a lot smaller than the old one was, and didn't
have a bathroom for me to clean.  Still, to get it to Russ's strict
standards meant working through dinner.

After Russ had eaten himself, he came back into the room as I was washing
the windows.  It was completely unfair.

"You still working in here, boy?" he asked.

"That's right," I said.  "But I'm hungry.  How bout I go downstairs and eat
before I finish the rest.  Sir."

"You washed this floor yet?" he asked.

"No."

"You'll eat when you've finished."

"Ah, come on Russ, I'm starving here."

In a split second he had moved from the door to up against my body.  Once
again he towered above me as I was pressed against the wall.  "Is that
whining I hear?"

His tone of voice sent chills through me.  But this time, I wasn't going to
let him bully me around.  "Yeah, so what?" I said.

He pushed my shoulders back into the wall.  "You must be some kind of
idiot, boy.  You still don't get it."

He was about ready to unleash more pain on me, I was sure, but this time I
was going to outsmart him.

"Get your hands off me," I said, trying to sound as confident as possible.
"Will's downstairs.  All I have to do is scream and it's your ass.  Defying
an alpha's direct order.  He could kick you out of the den for that,
couldn't he?"

Then Russ did something he almost never did.  He smiled, as sinister as the
gesture may have been, as he pushed his face close enough to kiss me.  "So.
Suddenly you think you've grown a set of balls, huh?"  He grabbed my balls
hard with his hand as he said this, hard enough to make me feel pain.
"Guess what, you little shit?  You want to run to Daddy to fight your
fights for you, you go right ahead.  Because if you tell him that I've been
ordering you around, then I'm gonna have to spill my guts too.  I'll let
him know how you sucked my dick before.  How bout that?"

I wasn't going to let him control me by threatening to talk about something
that he had ordered me to do.  "I'm not the only one in this house who's
sucked your dick, Russ."

"Yeah, but you're the only one who enjoyed it like you did.  Hell, you blew
your fucking load without ever touching yourself.  You're a bad judge of
character if you think Will is as fag friendly as I am.  He'd kick you out
on the street by my side, and then it would just be you and me, cupcake."

I thought about it.  For all I knew he was right.  Beyond the very real
threat of being evicted, what was worse was the shame and embarrassment I
would face.  Will was perhaps the one who respected me most in the house,
and I wasn't willing to compromise that.

"You're right, Russ," I said.  "We can settle this just between the two of
us."

"Good boy," he said, backing off of me a bit.  "Now I want to hear a
goddamn apology."

"I'm sorry, sir," I said regretfully.

"Damn right you're sorry.  You know what's wrong with you, boy?  You're a
smart, capable kid.  But you're too cocky.  Just like Cougar.  You want to
be the sheriff, but you don't got a fucking gun.  You want to boss me
around?  Well, then you gotta have the strength to back your words up with.
And look at you.  You ain't got shit."

I hoped he was done.  But then he continued.  "In the marines, they know
how to take care of characters like you.  You gotta strip them of
everything they got, all the bullshit, the ego, the confidence.  Then, once
it's all gone, you build them back up.  You can't do it the opposite way.
You can't build yourself up when you haven't hit rock bottom yet.  So now
that we've established that Will isn't a concern for either of us, we're
going back to square one.  You'll be my bitch until you've earned my
respect.  Understood, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Good.  Now get the goddamn room cleaned up."

He turned around to go.  My stomach groaned, irritated at its emptiness.  I
knew that I had at least an hour of work left.  I wanted my dinner, and I
was willing to beg for it.

"Sir," I said.

Russ turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Sir, I need to eat.  I'm starving.  Could I please eat dinner now and
finish later?"

Anger swept his face again.  "What's wrong with you?  You think they'd let
you ask something like that in boot camp?  How long has it been since
you've eaten, since lunch?  When I was your age I had to go days without
food."

"It would only take me five minutes to eat, sir," I said, persisting.

He stepped towards me.  "You're fucking hungry, huh?"

"Yes sir," I said.  Was he finally folding?

"I think it's time we start that stripping down that I told you about.  Get
out of those clothes right now, soldier."

I just stared at him, confused for a moment.

He clapped his hands hard together.  "Now!"

Worried he might hit me, I quickly stripped my clothes off, until I stood
there completely naked before him.

"You still hungry, boy?"

"Yes sir," I answered timidly.

"Well then, I got something to feed you.  Get over here."  I walked towards
him until I was just a foot or so away.  "On your knees, boy."  I dropped
to my knees, my eyeline level with the crotch of his fatigues.  "Get these
boots off," he said.  I removed his black boots one at a time.  "Now get me
out of these pants."  I unzipped them, and pulled them down to his ankles.
His cock was filling out the white cotton of his tight briefs.  "Those
too," he said.

I pulled his briefs down, revealing the cock that I had missed during all
my time away from it.  Malcolm's was too thick to have fun with.  Matt's
was long, but too skinny.  Case's was just a bit smaller than Russ's.
This, I understood now, was the perfect cock in front of me.  Needless to
say I forgot completely about dinner, but I was salivating for a different
reason.

I moved my face towards it, but he grabbed my head firmly in his hands.
"Oh no.  You think it's gonna be that easy?  That you're just gonna have to
suck my dick and everything will be all right?  Not anymore, not since I
realized you actually like sucking dick.  You got more coming your way than
just my dick.  Lie down on the ground, boy."

"Yes sir."

I knew this time to lie on my back.  He walked over me, putting one foot on
each side of me, and just looked down for a moment as I looked up at his
face obstructed by his swinging cock.  Then he turned around, facing away
from me.  Next thing I knew he was crouching down, his ass lowering towards
my face.

"You said you wanted something to eat," he said as he spread his ass cheeks
with his hands, revealing his puckered asshole that I so wanted to fuck.
"You know what to do.  And I don't want to hear any fussing out of you, got
it boy?"

"Yes sir," I said.

I stuck my tongue out, licking along his right ass cheek at first, taking
my time.  Then I licked all the way up his asscrack, starting at the back
of his balls, and coming out on the other side.  Then I went for his hole,
licking it in circles, as the taste of his musty ass sweat filled my mouth,
for better or worse.

Like before, he didn't make a sound.  But I knew he was enjoying my tongue
work when he lowered his ass so much he was actually sitting on my face.  I
licked and licked away, completely unfazed by the smooth skin of his ass
covering my cheeks and eyes.

He let me go at it for a few minutes before he finally got off of me.
"Back on your knees, boy."

I sat up on my knees again, noticing that his cock was now fully hard.  He
didn't say anything, he just walked towards me and stuck it in my face.  I
could see the head of it was glistening with precum.

I looked up at him, and he nodded permission.  After that I dove onto his
beautiful dick, sucking up the precum first, then working my head up and
down on it.

He let out an involuntary sigh.  He must have been surprised; I had gotten
much better at sucking cock since the last time his was in my mouth.

I worked him like that for more than a few minutes.

I felt him get close, and I purposefully pulled out so that just the head
was in my mouth.  He flooded me with his cum, making a far bigger load than
Matt or Malcolm ever did.  I quickly swallowed it down.

"That's a good boy," he said as he pulled his cock from me.  He stepped on
my hard dick with his sock covered foot.  "Since you've done well, you can
go ahead and jerk off if you want before you get back to the cleaning."

I jacked off to climax in my hand as Russ retrieved his pants.  I got up,
about to grab a tissue to wipe the cum off my hand with, when Russ barked
at me.

"Don't think you're gonna leave any cum-filled tissue in my room."

"I'll throw it away outside," I said.

"No, you get rid of it the same way you got rid of my load.  Eat it."

I made a face at him.  Somehow my cum just didn't seem nearly as appealing
as his was.

"Don't be a pussy, boy.  Take it like a man."

He watched me as I licked the cum from my palm, reminding myself that there
really was no difference between his cum and my own.

"That's good.  Now, you get this room cleaned up."

Once I was alone in his room, scrubbing the floor, my hunger came back to
me and so did my frustration and anger at Russ.  Was he planning on
treating me like shit forever?  He told me that I needed to earn his
respect, but I had no idea how to do that.  How could he respect me if I
was always his bitch?

After I had finished, Russ inspected the room like usual before finally
dismissing me.  As I left he told me that tomorrow we would resume our
jogs.  I had to meet him in the entry way at 5:15.

That night, once Malcolm and I were alone in his room, I had a hell of a
time convincing him to set his alarm for 5:15.  Once he finally did, he got
into his little bed naked, and shook his big cock at me.

"You want some of this tonight?" he asked me.

I sighed.  "I guess so."

"You guess so?  What does that mean?"

"Well, Malcolm, I'm tired tonight.  I just want to sleep."

He looked insulted.  "You've never turned down my cock before.  What the
fuck is wrong with you?"

"Can't I just be too tired?"  I asked.  "You're always too tired when I
want it."

"No, that's not it," he said.  "You just got off, didn't you?"  His face
brightened as he realized the truth.  "Russ fucked you today when you were
in his room, huh?"

"No he didn't fuck me.  I just sucked him off."

"That motherfucker.  Shit, why did you get in his way?  Now there's nothing
I can do.  He outranks me.  Does he know about me?"

"No," I said.

"You'd better fucking keep it that way," he said.  "Now, if you want to
sleep on my bed, you're going to have to get me off."

I groaned.  "Alright then."

*****

The next morning, the alarm clock woke me up before dawn.  I turned it off
instantly, before Malcolm even stirred, and jumped off his naked body.

Russ was waiting for me downstairs.  "Glad to see you're on time for once,"
he said.

We started our jog.  I was stronger and more fit than ever, and he noticed
right away, complimenting me.  After that, we started talking.  The
conversation was completely civil.  I had seen this side of Russ before,
the mildly friendly, supportive Russ that had got me exercising in the
first place.  It was miles away from Russ the drill sergeant, and I was
happy for it.

When we got back, the house was still dead quiet.

"It'll be a couple of hours still before anyone gets up," said Russ.  He
stripped his sweaty shirt off, revealing his great, tan upper body.  "Let's
hit the showers."

"I always use the one downstairs," I said.  "Cougar doesn't let me use the
upstairs one."

"I like the downstairs showers too," said Russ.  "Cleaner down there."

So, after we had collected our supplies, we went downstairs to shower
together.  I was thrilled.  More than anything else I had missed washing
his body with my hands.  Now I would get another opportunity.  I fantasized
that, maybe this time, he'd want to wash my body to return the favor.

But he never asked me to wash him.  He just stripped out of his clothes and
started his showerhead, as I stared at his great ass from behind.

After I had stripped and gotten under another showerhead behind him, I
decided to remind him of our routine.  "Don't you want me to wash you,
Russ?" I asked him.

He turned to face me.  "Nah.  You've been real good today since we had that
talk last night.  I told you, when I respect you, I'll leave you alone."

I was disappointed that I wouldn't be able to touch him, but felt proud
that I had earned enough of his respect for him to finally treat me like an
equal.

He had been looking me up and down as he soaped up his stomach.  "You know
kid, you're really starting to put on some muscle.  Must be those
weight-lifting sessions we had.  Let's meet again tomorrow morning so we
can pump iron together."

"I'm all for weight-lifting, Russ, but not at fucking dawn.  If you want to
meet let's meet later."

"You sound just like Matt or Cougar, boy.  There's a reason why they're at
the bottom.  They're too damn lazy.  Anyway, I don't care what you want.
Your ass is mine, boy, and tomorrow morning it'll be down here in the gym."

Something in me snapped right when he said "your ass is mine."  Just when I
thought I had earned his respect, he reminded me that I was nothing but
shit.  I had to stick up for myself.  I couldn't let him talk to me like
that.

"No, Russ, tomorrow morning my ass will still be in bed.  It's the
afternoon or nothing."

"What the hell's gotten into you, boy?"

He was getting pissed off.  I had said my piece, and now was my cue to get
the hell out of there.  I had finished washing, so I started to move
towards my towel.

He grabbed my forearm.  "Where are you going?" he asked sharply.

I pulled my hand away from him.  Then he was upon me, pushed me back into
the wall, and put both of his hands against the wall on either side of my
head.

"You think you can just go without permission?" he asked.

"Come on, Russ, let me go."

He moved his face close enough so I could feel his hot breath on my lip.
"No," he said.

I felt my adrenaline surge.  I knew I had to prove myself to him before he
would give me any respect, so I decided to try a move against him that I
had learned recently.  Summoning up all my willpower, I rammed his chest
with my shoulder, pushing him back.  At the same time, I gave him a mule
kick to the knee, knocking him off balance.  I ran passed him, winning my
freedom.

Unfortunately, this little move didn't earn me the respect from Russ that I
was hoping for.  Before I could even gloat, he had recovered his stature,
grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms behind my back, and spun me around.

"Goddamn, boy.  You trying to fuck me?"

He slammed me into the cement wall of the shower, the water of my
showerhead still pouring over me.

"I thought that you had learned your lesson yesterday, but I guess not," he
growled.  "Do I look like a bitch to you?"

He shoved my face into the wall, holding it there firmly as he dug his
elbow into my back.  "Spread your arms out, boy, and put your hands flat on
the wall."  I did as he told me.

Then I felt his hand rubbing my wet ass.  It slipped into my crack, and his
finger caressed my hole.

"You think you can just fuck me like that?  Uh-uh.  You're the one who's
gonna get fucked, boy."

I could just barely see him squat down behind me, and then I felt his
cockhead against my asshole.  I tensed, squeezing shut.  I was sure he was
too big for me.  After all he was the same girth as Case, and Case's cock
had ripped me apart.

He rammed me into the wall again.  "Relax, or it'll just be worse for you,"
he said.

I let go, relaxing my muscles, and he pushed his head in.  My ass stung
with fire as he pushed into me.  He was much thicker than Matt, and I could
really feel the difference.

But once he was all the way inside of me, once I felt his fuzzy pubes and
his balls resting against my ass, the pain lessened.  It was still there,
but it wasn't anywhere as bad as it had been the first time Case had fucked
me.

After waiting there long enough for me to enjoy the feeling of his hard
cock inside of me, I thought he would pull out again, but he didn't.  He
kept on pushing up.  I went on tip-toe to support his upwards thrust, but
he kept pushing until he was standing fully upright.  In the process, he
lifted me off my feet completely.  I was sitting impaled on his cock, my
face still against the concrete.  He covered my hands with his own, pinning
them to the wall.

Then, as he held my body in place by pushing it into the wall, he pulled
out, then pushed in, then really started to fuck me.  I grunted as he
started to hit my prostate, my own hard cock swelling between my stomach
and the wall.  He never made a sound, the only thing I could hear was the
loud rhythmic slapping of his big balls hitting my ass with each thrust.

The pleasure I was feeling was fuller and more intense than how I felt when
Matt had fucked me.  Maybe it was his greater thickness, or maybe it was
the position was in, but Russ's dick inside me, fucking me like a wild
animal, really set me on fire.

I came after a few minutes of this, leaving my goo smeared on the wall
after an intense orgasm knocked through my bones.

He kept fucking and fucking me until, finally, he let my upper body go with
his arms, and I slid down onto his cock until it was buried into me up to
the hilt.  I felt his load shoot into my ass.

He let me down onto my feet and then removed his cock from me.  I felt his
hot cum start to flow out of my hole, down my thighs where it mingled with
the spray of hot water.

He turned me around to face him.  The anger had gone from his face.  He
reached up his hand and rested it against my cheek.

"You're face is scratched," he said with the slightest touch of remorse.
Then, catching himself, the military snuck back into him.  "I didn't want
to hurt you, but I had to teach you a leasson.  Please tell me that now,
now after you just got your ass plowed, now you have finally learned it."

I nodded.  "Yes sir," I said.

"Good," he said, gripping my shoulders.  "Now, why don't you get cleaned
up."

After that, Russ pretty much left me alone for the rest of the day.

That night, Malcolm was in the mood again, so he had me lick him to orgasm
in return for bed privileges.  He came pretty quickly.  I felt the first
spurts of cum launch into my throat as I had my lips wrapped upon his head.

Malcolm pulled away from me while he was still cumming, and ended up
getting his semen all over my bare chest.  When it was all over, I was
going to leave the room to wash up, when Malcolm stopped me.

"Don't go out there like that," he said.  "Matt and Cougar are still up."
He smeared his cum around my body until it was just a sticky film.  "Wash
it off in the morning."

Figuring it couldn't hurt, I got into bed with him.

*****

The next morning I awoke early in a sleepy haze by the alarm.  I got
dressed and ran down to the gym to meet Russ.

"On time again," he said as I came down the stairs.  "You finally got your
shit together, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Discipline is easy when it becomes routine.  I remember..." He stopped
mid-sentence as I walked up to him "What's that smell?"

"What?"

He leaned towards me, smelling me.  "Take off your shirt," he said.

Suddenly my sleepy daze lifted as I remembered the mess Malcolm had made
last night.  Is that what he was smelling on me?  I lifted up my shirt,
looking down at my body.  Luckily, there was no visible sign of his cum on
my anywhere.

But he must have still smelled it on me.  "I knew it.  Cum.  And it's not
your own, I know what yours smells like.  Who did this to you, boy?"

I didn't say anything as his eyes burned into me.  I didn't want to be
honest, and I really didn't want to be caught in a lie.

He grabbed me by the throat threateningly.  "Tell me!"

"Malcolm!" I relented.

He told me to wait there as he left.  A minute or so later he was back,
pushing Malcolm in front of him down the stairs.  Malcolm was still naked
and looked mighty pissed.  Russ had his arm pinned behind his back, and he
pushed him towards me.

"What's your explanation for this?" asked Russ.

Malcolm laughed.  "So what?  I've been having some fun with the kid.
You've been doing the same thing."

This just upset Russ more.  "You knew about me?" he asked.

"That's right."

"You knew about me and you still used him?  You didn't even come and ask
me, your superior, if you could fuck him?"

Malcolm shook his head.  "Hey, I never fucked him.  We just messed around,
that's it.  Matt's the one who's been fucking him."

Russ looked like he was going to explode.  "Matt's been fucking you?" he
asked me.

I didn't answer, but I didn't need to.  Russ was rushing back up the
stairs.

Malcolm shoved me.  "Why'd you tell him, shithead?

"I didn't tell him!"

Soon, Matt was being forcefully escorted by Russ down the stairs wearing
only his boxers.

"Malcolm told me you've been fucking Rick!" said Russ, throwing Matt in
line with Malcolm and me.

Matt laughed.  "Oh yeah, Malcolm?  Couldn't come to me so you gotta go to
Russ, huh?  Well I'm not the one who designed for the kid to sleep in my
room at night just so I could get off before bed."

"Yeah, but I never fucked him," repeated Malcolm as if this was proof of
his virtue.

Matt turned towards Russ.  "Hey man, I'm not the only one who's fucked him.
Case did it in London."

"Case too?  That dirty son-of-a-bitch."

"You gonna go drag his ass down here too?" asked Malcolm.

"Case is my superior, and I, for one, have respect for rank," answered
Russ.  "Both of you really fucked up."

"Hey, so we've been fucking the kid," said Matt.

"I haven't been fucking him," corrected Malcolm.

"Whatever we did to him, what's the big deal?  You've been doing it too."

"No!" yelled Russ.  "You can't compare us.  I've been teaching him
discipline.  Making a man out of him.  You two have just been using him!
No wonder he's been acting up lately."

"Face it, Russ, he's our first den whore," said Matt.  "It's that simple."

Russ shook his head.  "He is not a whore!  And I won't have you, either of
you, treat him like shit, turn him to filth.  Your fun with him is over
with.  You hear me?  Over!  If you want to fuck someone that bad, you can
fuck eachother for all I care."

Matt and Malcolm looked at each other, mutually disgusted.

"But neither one of you will lay a hand on Rick ever again.  That's a
goddamn order, assholes.  Got it?"

They both nodded, looking pissed off.

"I can't hear you!"

"Yes, Russ," they said together.

"Good.  You two can go back to bed now."  Russ pointed a finger at me.
"And you, kid, you take a goddamn shower.  I don't want to smell that stink
on you ever again."

*****

Later, when Case had gotten up, Russ brought me up to his room to have a
talk with him.

"The kid's not sleeping in Malcolm's room anymore," said Russ.  "He hates
it.  I told him he could go back to the couch."

"We decided it would be safest if he didn't sleep alone at night," said
Case.

"Well then he's sleeping in my room from now on," said Russ.

"Or he could sleep in my room since it's bigger than yours."

"No thanks, he's fine in my room."

After that, Russ took me down to his room.  "Case wants you in his room so
he can fuck you, doesn't he?"  I could tell Russ was seriously aggravated.

I shrugged.  "I don't think so.  I think he's just being nice."

"Yeah.  Sometimes he's a little too nice.  When was the last time he fucked
you?"

I gave him a run-down of everything that had happened with Case, including
Matt's recent manipulation of him.  Once he had heard that Case was no
longer fucking me, he seemed satisfied.

That day, as a part of what Russ called "sweating the filth" out of me,
Russ had me strip naked and do an endless series of exercises on the floor
of his room while he watched and barked complaints at me.  Sit-ups,
push-ups, jump-squats, you name it, I had to do it.  It was so hot in that
room I thought I might pass out from the intense work-out.

Finally, he told me there was just one more exercise left to do.  A test of
muscle endurance, he said.  He had me face the foot of his bed and grab the
footboard firmly.  I heard him undress behind me, and I thought I had a
good notion of what kind of exercise we would be doing.

"You'd better hold onto that board, boy, and don't let go no matter what,
you hear?"

"Yes, sir," I told him.

I felt him grab my ankles with his hands, and then he yanked my body
backwards, pulling my feet out from under me.  He lifted my legs into the
air, as all my weight went onto the footboard I was holding.  He pulled my
body back until I was completely stretched, my body forming a parallel line
with the floor.  The he opened my legs, and slid his hands up to my thighs
as he walked between them.  He was holding up my lower body by my hips.

Without much warning, his cock burst through my asshole, and he started
fucking me again.  This time, though, because I was holding my weight up
with my arms, I started to shake and waver about half-way through,
especially since I was in absolute ecstasy.

"Don't pussy out, boy.  Hold on and hold firm."

I flexed my muscles, keeping my body still as he administered fuck after
hard fuck.

After we had both cum, he told me that I was now owned by him alone, and
that's how it would stay.

"And any time I think you need to be reminded of my superiority, I won't
hesitate to bend you right over and fuck some respect into you, got it
boy?"

"Yes sir."

That first night in Russ's room, I spread my blanket on the floor, and
looked at my measly sleeping circumstances.  The floor in Russ's room, like
the floor in much of the second story, looked like it used to be decent
wood flooring at some time.  But, the wood was ripped up in most places,
leaving just the grimy plywood underneath.  It was not the kind of surface
that anyone would enjoy sleeping upon.

Russ had gotten into bed, wearing his characteristic white briefs and
nothing else.  His bed was big enough for both of us.  Hell, I had shared
it with Malcolm before.  But, regardless of my misery, Russ gave me no
invitation to join him.

I lied down on the blanket, the floor feeling excruciatingly hard and
uneven.  I was going to get sick of this real fast.

*****

The day after Russ ordered Matt and Malcolm to lay off me, he did something
that I thought was unusually demeaning.  He said he wanted to take a drive
with the four of us around the city, to really show me the sights.  After
he got rid of Cougar by telling him there wasn't enough room in the Chevy
to seat five comfortably, the four of us headed out into the city, with
Matt driving, Malcolm in the passenger seat, and Russ and I in the back.

As soon as we were out on the road, Russ demanded that I suck his dick
right there in the backseat of the car.  He had me unbutton his fatigues,
pull down his briefs, and fish out his cock, rubbing it until it got hard.
Then I had to suck it as Matt and Malcolm cringed and squirmed in the
front.

"This is totally fucked up," said Malcolm to Matt.

"Stop complaining," said Russ from behind as I swirled his cockhead around
in my mouth.

Matt pulled over then.

"Why have we stopped?" asked Russ.

Matt turned around, looking at both of us.  "Because we're supposed to be
giving the kid a tour of the city, not of your genitalia.  He can't see
shit when he's got his nose in your pubes."

"Keep on driving, goddamn it, I want to see the sights!"

So Matt drove on while Russ nonchalantly gazed out the window.  People
looking in would have no clue from his face that he was getting a blow job.

Some people in my shoes would have been turned on by the exhibitionism of
that car ride suck.  I, however, was not.  Not only was I being sexually
dehumanized, but there were two passive witnesses to my dehumanization, and
somehow this made it all worse.

During the next several days, Russ treated me like crap no matter how
biddable I tried to be.  He made me do an endless series of chores until I
was entirely exhausted.  The only reward I got from all of this was that he
fucked me at least once a day.  Actually, I have to admit that with Russ
doing the fucking, this was quite a sizable rewards.  Those moments of
bliss were all that kept me working.

Finally, perhaps because there was simply nothing left for me to do, or
maybe because he had just finished fucking me silly, he told me I could
have the rest of the night off.  I thanked him, and left the room, thrilled
at the possibilities.

Cougar, Matt, and Malcolm were sitting in the living room watching a movie
on TV when I came in and sat down.  "What are you watching?" I asked.

Cougar looked over at me.  "What does it matter to you?  Don't you have a
toilet to clean somewhere?"

"Russ gave me the night off," I said.  Matt and Malcolm both turned to face
me at once.

"Why did he do that?" asked Matt.

"I don't know.  For a job well done I guess."

Both Matt and Malcolm knowingly snickered.

"That's cool," said Cougar.  "You never hang out with us anymore, Rick."

So I stuck around and watched the rest of the movie with them.

Later, I went up to Russ's room to change.  He was lying in bed, reading
one of his novels.

"You enjoying your night off?" he asked me, his eyes glued to his book.

"Yep.  It's nice to relax sometimes," I said.

"Just remember, I don't want you leaving the house."

"Yes, sir," I said as I left the room, shutting the door behind me.

I walked down the hall towards the stairs.  As I was passing the bathroom
door, it flew open, and then a pair of huge, wet arms dragged me inside.

Malcolm shut the door.

"Jesus, Malcolm you scared the crap out of me!"

"Shh!" Malcolm hissed angrily.  "Shut the fuck up."  He was whispering.

He was standing there, completely naked, covered with water.  The shower
was running.  He must have heard (or smelled) me go by, jumped out of the
shower, and pulled me in.

"You got my clothes all wet!" I whispered back.

"I want to get off," he said as he stepped back into the shower.  He kept
the shower curtain open as he wiggled his cock at me.  "Come and get it,"
he said.

"Uh, come on Malcolm," I complained.  "Russ is in the other room."

"He won't hear anything.  Come on, that's an order, bitch!"

Grumbling, I walked towards him.  "I'm not getting in the shower for this,"
I said.  Instead, he thrust his pelvis towards me, out of the spray of
water.  I started licking up the water from his cockhead.

He grabbed onto my head.  "Oh yeah," he said.  "Russ was stupid to let you
out of his sight."

He must have been really horny, because it was only a couple minutes before
his orgasm came.

"Hold on, better not get any cum on you," he said, pointing his cock
towards the shower wall as he started to unload.

"Okay, I'm gonna go," I said.  I walked to the door.  "Is anyone out
there?" I asked.

He stiffened, listening intently.  "Nah, man.  It's safe."

I opened the door, looked around cautiously, and then walked out and shut
the door behind me.  Then I saw that Russ's door was ajar.

I turned around and went down the stairs.  Russ surprised me; he was coming
up the stairs, a glass of milk in his hand.

"Cheers," he said as he walked passed me.

I kept moving, thankful that he hadn't come up the stairs a couple seconds
earlier.

Later, Cougar, Matt, and I were playing videogames, when Matt stood up
suddenly and pulled me off of my seat.  "Come on, Rick, let's go."

"Where are you taking him?" asked Cougar.  "We're in the middle of a game."

"To the library," said Matt.

Cougar paused the game as Matt pushed me towards the door.  "Why the fuck
are you going to the library?"

"Cause, man, Rick wants to check out some books, and he can't just go on
his own, not fucking likely.  Why, you want to come too?  Pick out a
romance novel for yourself?"

Cougar scoffed at this.  "No way, man."

"I didn't think you would."

"Isn't the library closed by now?  It's almost midnight."

Matt laughed.  "What the fuck do you know about the library, Cougar?
Nothing, that's what."  He opened the door.

"Matt," I said.  "Russ told me not to go out.  I can't."

"Fuck Russ," said Matt.  "We'll be back before he notices we've left.  This
isn't a request, Rick, it's an order."

"Shit dude," said Cougar.  "You're gonna defy Russ like that?"

"Yeah, and you're not gonna say a fucking word to anyone, got it?"

"Yeah, I got it."  Cougar got up and turned the TV off.  "I'm going to
bed."

Then we were walking down the sidewalk, away from the house.  "Shouldn't we
take your bike?" I asked.

"No, dumbass.  He'll hear us if we do that.  Nope, we're walking."

As I followed him down the street, I asked, "Where are we really going?"

"I don't know.  We'll see."

After a couple blocks we passed a small, dark alley.  Matt stopped and
pointed towards it.

"You want to go down there?" I asked.

"Yeah, you got a better place?"  He pushed me into the alley.  I was
reminded of the day that Will had pointed a gun at my face in an alley like
this.  "It's as good a place as any to get fucked."

There were cars driving buy on the busy street.  "Someone will see us
here," I said.

"Let them see then."

He pushed me against the brick wall behind me, pulling down my shorts and
then my boxers, ripping them off my shoes.

"Be careful with those!" I said.  "It won't look good if I come back home
with a bunch of torn clothes."

"Shuttup, faggot."

He pulled down his shorts.  His cock was already hard and ready to fuck.
Then he surprised me by pulling a condom from his shirt pocket, unwrapping
it, and rolling it down his dick.

"What's that for?" I asked, knowing that wolves didn't get STD's, and
pretty sure that he wasn't concerned about getting me pregnant.

He lifted up my knees and guided his cock into my ass as I cried out.  "To
make sure that there's no trace of my smell on you," he said.  With his
cock embedded inside of me, he grabbed a second condom and slipped into
onto my dick.  "That way you don't get any of your cum on you either."

Then he really started to fuck me.  It was so dark I couldn't see him
clearly, except for when a car would pass by, its headlights radiating onto
his face.

I may not have been able to see him, but I could definitely hear him.  He
shouted degrading phrases at me, asking me to worship his body, and, like
usual, making me beg for him.  When he wasn't talking, he was moaning or
grunting excitedly.

I came before he did, filling up my condom.  It was the first time I had
ever used one.  When Matt came, it was weird not to have his semen shoot
inside me.

After Matt pulled out of me and set me back on my feet, he took both of our
condoms off carefully and dropped them on the ground.

"Let's go," he said, pulling me out of the alley as soon as I had my shorts
back on.

As we walked up the steps of the house, Matt told me, "You'd better hurry
and go to bed before Russ comes looking for you."

I opened the front door, and my stomach churned.  There, standing in front
of me, was Russ, looking mighty pissed.

"Whoops," said Matt.

Russ reached around me and grabbed Matt by the neck, dragging him inside.
Pushing his left arm behind his back, he forced Matt towards the kitchen as
I followed.

"Jeez, Russ, I can fucking walk on my own."

"I don't give a shit."

Russ pushed him down the stairs, into the gym.  Malcolm was sitting there
on the floor.  I could tell by the shame on his face that he had been
caught too.

"I knew it.  I knew that if I let Rick off his leash for just a few hours,
you two would fucking betray me."  He threw Matt onto the floor beside
Malcolm.  "You two must really think I'm nothing but a stupid bitch.
Malcolm, did you really think I couldn't hear what you were saying in the
goddamn bathroom?  And Matt, you're even worse cause you think you're
fucking clever as shit.  This is the first time in a long while that a wolf
has disobeyed an order in this den.  I promise you there will be serious
consequences for you two."

Malcolm pointed towards me.  "Well, what about the kid?  He didn't follow
orders either."  I glared angrily at Malcolm.

Russ turned towards me.  "No, that's exactly what he did.  He followed your
fucked-up orders."  Wow.  Was Russ actually sticking up for me?  "Now, out
of respect, I won't tell anyone else the details of your insubordination.
You two fucks better be grateful."

"Thanks, Russ," both of them said, their heads hung low.

Russ told them to wait there while he went and talked to Will.  He asked me
to come along with him; I guess he didn't trust me alone with those two.

Russ knocked on Will's door.

Will opened it, his eyes looking red and sleepy.  "Yeah?"  he asked,
looking from Russ to me.

"Malcolm and Matt have both betrayed a direct order of mine.  They need to
be punished for it."  Russ was cool, all business.

Will shrugged.  "Why are you telling me about it?  Handle it yourself.  Do
whatever you want to them, I don't care."

Will shut the door.

Russ knew exactly what he wanted to do to them.  He locked them away
together in the kennel for three entire days.  No food, no water, nothing.
Long, extended torture seemed to be Russ's style.

Cougar thought it was hilarious, and went downstairs to taunt the prisoners
whenever he could.  He began taking every meal down to eat in the kennel.

"That's nice, trying to keep them company?" I asked as he went downstairs
with a plate of spaghetti.

He laughed at my absurd suggestion.  "Yeah right.  I just like waving my
food in front of their faces."

"Oh, it's always fun to tease those who are starving."

"Damn right."

When Case found out about their strict sentencing, he wanted to know what
they had done to deserve such harsh treatment.  Russ made up some lie about
them not cleaning when he asked them too.  I wondered what Case would think
if he actually knew.

On the second day, feeling extremely sorry for them, I snuck down with a
loaf of wonder bread under my shirt.  "Here," I said, handing it to Matt.

"Thanks, man," said Matt, looking at me like I was an angel from heaven.

Matt started devouring it like a hungry beast.  Malcolm got up and ran over
to get his share.  "Give me half," he said.

Matt turned away, angrily.  "Shit, dude, get your own.  Rick got this for
me and me alone.  You're always trying to take my shit."

"I got it for both of you," I said.  Matt gave in and gave half the slices
to Malcolm.  "You guys going to survive another day in here?"

Matt shook his head.  "It sucks ass.  There's nothing to do but talk to
this jerk-off."

"And we have to piss in that bucket over there," Malcolm said, pointing to
a disgusting pail in the corner.  "Russ really fucked us over this time."

"Yeah, but wait till we get out of here," Matt said devilishly.  "Then
we'll see who gets locked in the kennel."

"What are you guys planning to do?" I asked.

Malcolm laughed heartily.  "You'll see when we get out."

During the time Matt and Malcolm were locked up, Russ fucked me two or
three times each day.  He told me he was doing it to make sure I knew he
was boss, but I knew he enjoyed fucking me almost as much as I enjoyed
being fucked by him.  Unlike Matt, Russ didn't talk incessantly during sex,
or expect me to sing his praises.  Instead, he stayed completely silent, as
if proving to me that him fucking me was just business and nothing more.  I
matched his silence, biting my lip every time I got the urge to moan or cry
out.  Even though I was cuming so often, the pleasure of each orgasm never
diminished.

*****

When Russ finally let Matt and Malcolm out of their cage, they immediately
raided the kitchen, eating everything in the house that was even remotely
edible.

It wasn't long after their release before Will approached me while I was
trimming the hedges outside.

"Hey Rick," he said, walking over me with a look of concern.

I put down my shears.  "Yeah?"

"Matt and Malcolm had a talk with me, letting me know about more
insubordination.  They said that Russ has been ordering you around all
fucking week.  Is this true?"

They were so clever when they tried to be, I thought.  I squinted, looking
into Will's eyes.  "If I say yes, will you promise not to tell Russ I was
involved?"

"Uh-huh."

I nodded.  "Yes, then.  Why do you think I'm clipping these hedges?"

Will grumbled a string of cuss words, and then said, "None of those
assholes give me one ounce of respect."

He turned around and walked back inside.  He was obviously pissed.  I knew
Russ would be in for it now.  I wondered how many days he'd be locked in
the basement.  I couldn't help but feel some glee knowing that Russ was
finally get what was coming to him.  Of course, the one thing I would miss
was the fucking, but I figured that Matt would be eager to fill the void
Russ would be leaving in me.  That is, if he wanted to risk getting
punished again, but with Russ locked up, the risk seemed acceptably low.

When I heard yelling moments later, I rushed inside, not wanting to miss a
moment of it.  Will had Russ cornered in the dining room.  Case and Cougar
were there too, watching the scene with a mixture of shock and
apprehension.

"Who told you that?" asked Russ.

"Matt and Malcolm," said Will.  I was thankful that he didn't mention me.
If he had, Russ might have told him everything about me, as he threatened
to do if I had involved Will.

"Where are those two fucks?" asked Russ looking around.  They were nowhere
to be seen.  "So they just tell you, and you fucking believe them?  After
you know I just punished them, that they have a damn good reason to set me
up?  Real smart there, Will.  What proof do you have that I've been
ordering that kid around?"

Will matched his ferocity with every word.  "I don't need proof, Russ, I'm
the fucking alpha here.  Now you shut up, and take your punishment, or you
can just get the hell out of this den."

Although leaving with his head held high must have tempted him then, Russ
wasn't going to leave.  He built this den himself.  "Go ahead then.  Lock
me up in the kennel for days.  You think I can't handle it?"

"Oh no," said Will, a smile spreading across his face.  "I've got another
punishment in mind for you, semper fi."

Will then went out shopping, and came back with a large bag in his hand.
He called Russ into the living room to receive his punishment, and of
course everyone else came too to see what horror Will was going to unleash
on him.

As Will grinned, he pulled a long red dress out of his bag, a hideously
flashy one that was shimmering with beads.  "Russ, for the next five days,
this will be your only outfit."

Cougar, Matt, and Malcolm all started to holler and laugh.  I couldn't help
myself; I laughed too.  It was the opposite sort of punishment that Russ
would have dished out, and absolutely humiliating to Russ.  It was pure
brilliance on behalf of Will.

"You must be fucking kidding me, right?" asked Russ.

"No, I am not kidding," said Will.  "And you will not cuss again until your
punishment is over.  It isn't ladylike.  Now, I know that the dress just
doesn't cut it on its own.  So, I got these."  He lifted out a pair of red
high heels.  "It took me forever to find a pair of those in your size."

"Try not to trip, Russ," yelled Malcolm.

"But, I'm not done," said Will, super pleased with himself.  He pulled out
a pair of pantyhose.  "These to cover your leg hair.  And this sexy wig."
He pulled out a big blond wig.

"Don't worry, Russ, blondes have more fun!" yelled Matt.

Will pulled out a bunch of makeup.  Lipstick, blush, eye shadow, and eye
liner, all of them were familiar enough to me since I had two sisters.  He
also gave Russ a bottle of perfume.  "You are to wear these at all times
too, and you better look fucking pretty, or else I'll put the make-up on
you myself."

Russ didn't say anything, but even his attempts at stoicism could not mask
the burning anger from his face.

"Oh, and one last thing," said Will.  He pulled out a lacy red thong.  "You
will wear this under your dress at all times.  Don't think I won't check,
cause I will."

Case came over and put his hand on Russ's shoulder.  "Russ, I feel for you,
bro," he said.

Will shook his head at Case.  "Uh-uh.  From now until the punishment ends,
nobody is to refer to him as Russ.  Instead, you will address him as
Veronica.  Now go get changed, Veronica."

Russ gave Will the meanest stare I could imagine as he took his new clothes
and climbed the stairs.  As he passed Malcolm and Matt, he somehow managed
an even worse stare than before.

"Hello, sexy," said Malcolm, puckering his lips at Russ as he passed.

Will pointed to the rest of us.  "And don't think I won't be just as
creative with the rest of you fucks if any of you disobeys me."

Russ locked himself in his room the entire evening.  I couldn't blame him,
I probably would have done the same.  I avoided his room, knowing he'd be
in a foul mood.

When Will passed me in the second-story hall later on, he nodded towards
Russ's closed door.  "He's never going to come out of there, is he?"

I shrugged.  "I don't know.  Probably not."

Will walked to Russ's door and knocked lightly.  "Veronica baby, are you
okay in there?"  There was no response.  "You'd better finish getting
dressed fast, honey, because you're my date tonight.  I thought we'd go
catch a bite to eat, maybe go dancing later on."  Will turned to me and
laughed quietly.  Still no response.  "Don't make me break down this door,
Veronica.  Will you be ready to go in fifteen minutes?"

There was a long silence.  Then finally, through the door came an extremely
bitter "yes."

"That's what I want to hear, baby-doll.  Meet me downstairs."  Will's
giddiness never left him as he went up to his room.

I was about to turn around and go when Russ finally opened his door.  He
stuck his head out, looked at me shamefully, and said, "I need help."

I went into Russ's room hesitantly, and he quickly locked the door behind
me.  He hadn't even begun to dress; he was standing in front of me in just
his briefs.

"I don't know how to put that shit on," he said.  "I thought you'd be able
to help me, because you're, you know..."

I laughed at his assumption.  "You think just because I like guys that I'm
into women's clothing?  Look at me.  Do I look like I make a habit of
dressing in drag?"

"So, you can't help me, then?"

I picked up his dress.  "You're damn lucky I have two sisters."  I started
rummaging through his things.

"Thanks.  Can you believe how fucked up this is?  Will is one sick man to
make me do this shit."

I didn't answer him, but my feeling that he was being hypocritical must
have been entirely transparent.

"I know what you're thinking," he said.  "You're thinking, `he can dish it
out, but he can't take it.'  But you're mistaken.  I could take any brand
of traditional torture any normal alpha might have unleashed.  But, this,
this is just wrong."  He pointed to the thong underwear and pantyhose.
"See?  I don't even know which one to put on first."

"Well, normally you wouldn't wear these together I don't think," I said.
"So maybe your confusion is just some instinctual knowledge of women's
fashion shining through."

He glared at me.

I handed him the thong underwear.  "Start with these," I said.

He pulled off his briefs, and attempted to put on the thong.  "I can't fit
my dick in this tiny piece of fabric," he said.  Sure enough, although the
back of the thong was up his ass like it was supposed to be, the front was
squeezed to the side of his cock and balls, offering no cover at all.

"If it doesn't fit, you'll just have to leave it like that."  I unrolled
the pantyhose.  "Oh, there's a pair here," I said, handing them to him.
They came up to his upper thighs, covering up his hairy legs effectively.
"Now for the dress."

I helped Russ zip it up after he had gotten into it.  It was low-cut,
showing off Russ's fuzzy pecs.  Lower down, I could clearly see Russ's dick
pressing against the tight dress fabric.  But there was no way to avoid
that.

"Shoes?" he asked.

I shook my head.  "Put those on last so you don't fall over on your way out
of the bedroom.  You should put on your make-up."

He cringed as I handed him the makeup.  I grabbed the rest of his stuff and
led him into the bathroom.  He picked up the lipstick as he looked in the
mirror, but could not manage to press it to his lips.

"Relax," I said.  "It's not going to hurt you."

He turned to face me.  "I don't think I can do it.  You do it for me."

I huffed as I walked towards him.  "Alright, but I've never done this
before either."

He had a good amount of stubble on his face, but there wasn't time to get
him clean shaven.  So, I applied the make-up.

"Not too much," he said.

"Usually guys in drag wear tons of make-up."

"I don't give a shit, I ain't no drag queen."

"Alright," I said.  "I'll go light on the make-up.  We'll go for elegant."

After I had finished, I put the blond wig on him.  He looked at himself in
the mirror regretfully.

"I look like a fag," he said.

"You don't look like a real girl, that's for sure."  I sprayed him with
some of the awful perfume, and then told him to step into the heels.

"Look at me," he said.  "I'm gonna kill Matt and Malcolm for this, those
conniving little bastards.  Vengeance will come and it will be terrible,
just wait."

With that he stumbled awkwardly down out the door and down the stairs,
where Will was already waiting.

"That's a whole lotta woman," said Will as Russ approached him.  Russ just
glared at him.  "Should we take the Chevy, honey, or do you want to ride on
the back of my bike?"

"The chevy," said Russ, walking towards the back.

"Good thinking.  We don't want to get that sexy dress of yours dirty."

Will's and Russ's date didn't last as long as Will had threatened it would.
Although I'm sure Will enjoyed Russ's utter humiliation at first, that
alone couldn't sustain an entire evening.  Besides, Will and Russ hated
each other; it must have been wearing on both of them to spend any amount
of time alone together.

In the days that followed, Will would check each morning to make sure Russ
was fully dressed.  Russ always made me assist him with the preparations.
Then, Russ would camp out in his room as much as possible to avoid the
deriding, sarcastic comments of the rest of the house.  Occasionally, to
make sure Russ got some exposure, Will would send him out to run errands,
but he never went so far as to take Russ on another date.

Every night, after Russ had removed his dress, he always took a shower to
wash every last bit of make-up from his face and every last trace of
perfume from his body.  Then he would come into the room, drop the towel
from around his waist, and proceed to fuck me like crazy.  He never touched
me during the day when he wore the dress, but once he was free from his
feminine yoke, he would screw me with reckless abandon, as if proving his
undeniable masculinity.

During those days, Russ would still give me orders when he could, but only
if he knew nobody would figure out he was going against his orders.  This
meant the end of the perpetual series of chores for me.

As I occupied my free time, I soon found myself once again the sexual
target of both Matt and Malcolm.  But, when both of them tried to solicit
sex from me at once, Malcolm ordered Matt to back off permanently from me,
after which Matt threatened that if Malcolm put one hand on me that Matt
would run straight to Russ.  It became clear that any alliance they had
struck when they were locked in the basement together had been dissolved,
and their friendship lay in ruin.

So, in that way Russ won, with me as the prize, although Russ felt like
anything but a winner when he was wearing that red dress.  When his
punishment was over, instead of open celebration, he silently carried the
guise of Veronica into the backyard, setting it aflame in a therapeutic
bonfire.  He never blinked as he looked into the fire, even when he threw
the glass perfume bottle onto the heap, breaking it and creating a small
explosion as the perfume ignited.  He was once again Russ, the tough as
nails marine/werewolf.

*****

One night, after Russ and I had just turned in, I felt myself sink into
discouragement.  The floor felt harder than ever under my achy back, and
even though it was a warm night, the scraggly blanket that Russ allowed me
to sleep with seemed insufficient.

"Russ?" I asked, hoping he was still awake.

"Hmm?"

"How long do you plan to keep me like this?"  There was no trace of anger
in my voice, just a simple question.

He sat up in his bed.  "I don't know.  As long as I can, I guess."

That was not the answer I had wanted to hear.  After my physical attempt to
try to earn Russ's respect in the shower backfired, I had done my best to
follow every command he gave me, hoping that eventually he would treat me
more as an equal than as a slave.  But now it had become apparent that he
had no intention of ever granting me that status.

"Matt and Malcolm are both conniving ways to get you out from under me," he
said, almost more to himself than to me.  "But I can handle them.  The real
threat is Case."

"Case?  Why?"

"It's only a matter of time before Case breaks down and takes you for
himself.  Fucks you again with his filthy dick."  He peered over the side
of his bed at me.  "I've been going over this in my head, and I think I
have a way to stop Case before he becomes a real concern."

"How?" I asked.

"I'll challenge him.  Fight him for beta."

"But isn't he stronger than you?"

He flopped back down onto his pillow.  "He beat me once.  But I've been
working hard, I think I might be able to take him now."

"How come you didn't challenge him while he was still alpha?"

"Because I didn't want to disrespect him like that.  Him and I have a lot
of history, you know."

And yet, now he was apparently completely willing to disrespect him.

"If I outranked him," he continued, "I could order him to stay away from
you.  I'd get my room back.  You'd have a nice, finished wood floor to
sleep on.  Doesn't that sound good?"

"Sure, Russ," I said.

*****

After that, it became clear to me that not only would this war between
Russ, Matt, and Malcolm escalate, but Case would undoubtedly be drawn into
all of it too.  I hated being the cause for so much fighting.  Although
superficially the idea of several great looking guys fighting over me
didn't sound so bad, the truth was that none of them wanted me because they
liked my personality or because they respected me as an individual, they
all just wanted me sexually.  Furthermore, they didn't even offer me a
reciprocal sexual relationship.  They wanted to use me regardless of how it
made me feel.  I knew I had reached my breaking point, so I decided I
needed to do whatever it took to free myself.

That's how I found myself outside of Case's door one evening, knocking.
Case, I had decided, was the only one of them who had shown any real
concern over me.  Sure, he had let me down in London, but perhaps I had
just expected too much from him.

Case opened the door to his bedroom.  "Rick," he said.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"Of course."

He let me in and shut the door behind me.  I wanted to look him in the eye
but he was wearing those stupid sunglasses again.  "Remember when you told
me that if I needed to talk, you'd always be here to listen?" I asked.

He motioned to the bed.  "Take a seat.  Let's talk."

I sat down at the edge of his bed.  "A lot has been happening that you have
no idea about.  In the house, I mean."

He got onto the other side of the bed, stretching out with his head on his
pillow.  "Since we came back from London?"

"Yeah," I said, looking down at my hands on the bed, not sure where to
begin.

"This is really bothering you isn't it?" he asked me.

"Yes, it is."

He patted the space on the bed beside him.  "Come here," he said.  I
crawled up the bed to his level.  He turned me around so I was facing away
from him, and wrapped me gently in his strong arms.  He knew how to make me
feel secure.  "Now, just tell me."

I wanted to tell him everything, starting with that night out with Matt and
him; that was the point when all of the lying began.  I told him Matt's
true motivations for that agreement between the two of them.

"I'm amazed at how casually Matt lied to me.  So, you never wanted to be
labeled the den whore, I take it," he said.

"No.  It was completely demeaning what Matt said."

"Then why did you play along with it?"

I sighed.  "Because I wanted you to leave me alone after London, and Matt
offered me a way to make that work."

I felt him tense up suddenly behind me.  "Why did you want me to leave you
alone?"

"Because, Case, you forced yourself on me.  I was still pissed."

He moved his hands off of me.  "Hey, you were the one all over me,
remember?  You told me yourself you had purposefully seduced me."

"Yeah, I may have done that, but I didn't want to get fucked."

"Oh, that's what you're upset about?  Hey, Rick, there had to be a first
time, right?"

"Yeah, but--"

"And the first time is always gonna be painful."

"But I didn't want to do it, I told you that, and I didn't like it."

"So you don't like fucking, is that what you're saying?"

I was getting frustrated.  "No, I do like it.  Now, that is."

"Then, if you like it, then it was no big deal what happened in London."

I shook my head.  "Okay, let's just move on," I said.  "You just need to
know, that's why I went along with Matt's plan."

"That's why you and I have been wasting all this time."

"Yes."

He cuddled against me again as I went on to tell him everything else that
had happened, up to Russ telling me his plan to fight Case.  The whole time
I was talking, Case rubbed my chest through my shirt, agreeing with me at
every new revelation that I was always the one who was getting mistreated.

"Russ is conniving against me too, huh?" he asked me.  "Malcolm's the only
one who isn't trying to shaft me?"

"Maybe he is and I just don't know about it," I offered.

 "What about all the sex?  Do you like it or not?"

"I do, I do like it, to an extant.  I like the sex but I don't like being
used.  I can't help but feel that I was meant for greater things than just
to be some den whore."

 "I understand.  I just wish you would have come to me sooner.
Everything's gotten so fucked up now."  He got up off the bed.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"Have a little talk with the three of them.  Make sure that all of this
ends tonight."

"Thanks, Case," I said, getting up off the bed myself.

Later, Case convinced Russ, Matt, and Malcolm to go out with him to talk
things over.  At that point, there was so much hostility between those four
that I wondered if they would make it ten minutes without ripping each
other's throats out.  As they were leaving the house, Cougar put down his
videogame and asked where they were headed.

"Out," said Case.

Cougar stood up.  "Hold on, I'll come with."

Case shook his head.  "Men only tonight, Cougar."

"What the fuck does that mean?  What am I, a woman?"

"Sorry Coug," said Case as they shut the door.

Cougar sat down, visibly upset.  "Fuck them, fuck all of them.  They leave
me out of everything.  Rick, it's just you and me tonight."

I stayed up with Cougar for a while, waiting for them to get back, eager to
hear if Case's talk with them would be at all successful.

At three in the morning, long after Cougar had gone to bed, I went up to
Russ's room to sleep, too tired to make myself stay up any longer.

That night, I was jolted awake by someone lifting me up into the air.  I
tried to cry out, but there was a hand covering my mouth.

I opened my eyes.  The room was dark, but enough light was filtering in
through the window for me to see the three figures in front of me.  Matt,
Russ, and Case.  That meant that Malcolm was the one holding me.  He had me
off the ground, my arms pinned in front of me.

I starting kicking.

"Get his legs," said Malcolm in a hushed but urgent tone.

Matt came up to me, grabbed both of my legs and held them together tightly.
I flexed every muscle in my body, but knew I would be unable to break free.
There was only one thing I had left to do.  I opened my mouth.

I could hear Malcolm laughing behind me.  "He's licking me," he said.  And
then, "Ow!  The bitch bit me!"  But he didn't move his hand away from my
face.

"Shuttup, Malcolm, or you'll wake Cougar!" snapped Matt.

Russ was digging in his laundry hamper in the background.  Once he found
what he was looking for he came towards me.  "Take your hand away," he
said.

The second Malcolm pulled his hand off my face, something was thrust into
my mouth.  I realized by the funky taste of it that it was a pair of his
used briefs.  With the crotch filling my mouth, he tied the spandex around
my neck, creating a makeshift gag.

"There, that should shut him up," said Russ.

"Let's go," said Case as he opened the door.  I wondered where we were
going.  Obviously Case's little talk with the guys had gone terribly wrong.

Malcolm and Matt together carried me up the stairs and into Case's room.

"I'll take him," said Russ, pulling me away from Malcolm and pushing me
down onto Case's bed.  He pinned my arms behind me and sat on top of me
with his knee dug into my lower back.  "Malcolm, go get the rope."

Malcolm left the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Is it safe to speak up in here?" asked Matt.

"Case, get the vent," said Russ.  After Case had shut the vent opening on
the floor, Russ said, in a normal tone of voice, "The vent carries sound
into Will's room.  As long as one or both of them are shut, then the room's
pretty much sound proof."

Malcolm came back in carrying a large bundle of rope and a scary looking
knife.  Upon the sight of that, I squirmed as much as I could under Russ,
and tried to yell through my gag.

"Goddamn, what's wrong with you, boy?" asked Russ, holding me tighter.

"He sees the knife," said Matt.  "He thinks were going to cut him up or
something."

Case walked towards me.  "Don't worry, kid, we're not going to hurt you."

"Well, we'll hurt him a little, Case," said Russ.  "Get his shirt off."

Matt pulled my shirt off over my head.  Then Russ spun me around on the bed
so I was facing the headboard.

"The rope," said Russ.  Malcolm handed him the bundle and the knife.  "Hold
his arm," he told Malcolm.

As Malcolm held my right arm in place, Russ tied my wrist to the steel rod
that was on the top right corner of the bed frame, using the knife to cut
the right length of rope.  Then they did the same with my left hand.

"Now I made those knots tight," said Russ.  "If you try and pull loose,
your just gonna cut through your skin.  Get his shorts off!"

I could feel hand ripping my shorts and boxers off my body but could not
crane my neck around to see who was doing the honors.  Russ tied my ankles
to the bottom two corners of the bed frame until I lay there, spread-eagled
on the bed.

Someone's hands were rubbing my ass cheeks.  I could tell by the familiar
touch that they belonged to Russ.

"Who gets to go first?" asked Matt.

"I do," said Russ.  He took off his clothes behind me.  I heard the sound
of a bottle being squeezed and felt Russ's slippery fingers rubbing against
my asshole.

"Don't we owe him an explanation first?" asked Case.

"Go ahead and explain," said Russ as he climbed on top of me on the bed.
He lowered himself onto me, I could feel his chest fuzz against my back.  I
felt his cock enter me from behind, stretching my hole.

Case came to the side of the bed so that I could see his face as Russ
rammed his cock into me.  "I started out the evening yelling at them on
your behalf," he said.  "And then everything, all the anger and hostility
that we had for each other just surfaced all at once.  It seemed like all
of us were going to come to blows over it, and then I realized how much bad
blood had been created between the four of us in such a short amount of
time."

"He made us stop fighting," said Matt.  "Told us to listen to ourselves.
Reminded us that we had been brothers for years, and here we were, ready to
backstab and humiliate each other over..."

"Over a bitch.  Just a stupid bitch," said Malcolm.

"What Malcolm means is, you did to us what a woman might have done," said
Case.  "Turned brother against brother."

"We swore there would be no more fighting between us," said Matt.

"And no more secrets," said Case.  "Or else, Rick, you would have destroyed
this pack."

I felt Russ grab my hair from behind.  "And we knew who needed to be
punished.  You played the four of us like a pack of cards, boy, and now
you'll pay the price."  The way he said it as he was fucking me, it was
clear what the price would be.

"You need to be reminded that you are nothing but the den whore," said
Matt.

"The bitch," said Malcolm.

Russ reached under me and grabbed my hard dick in his hand.  The gesture
was so unfamiliar that it made me jump in surprise.  "He's gonna cum.  He
always cums when I fuck him."

"He always cums when any of us fucks him, Russ," said Matt.

Malcolm came to the side of me with a towel.  Russ lifted my body up, his
cock never leaving my ass, while they spread the towel out under me.

After they had put me down, Russ continued to fuck me while the other three
watched.  Eventually he stopped.  "I can't do this with all of you watching
me like that.  Why don't you get the hell out of here for now?"

"Fine.  I'm going to bed," said Matt.

"Me too," said Malcolm.  They both left the room.

"You too, Case!" yelled Russ.

"This is my room!"

"Well you're not gonna be able to sleep here anyway."

Case walked towards the door.  "Fine, I'll take the couch."

When they were all gone, Russ seemed to find his aggression.  He fucked me
real hard, squeezing my chest so tight that I thought he would break my
ribs.

I shot into the towel under me long before he was through.  Finally, as he
squeezed me tighter than ever and thrust all the way into me, he was done.

He pulled out of me.  I could hear him putting his clothes back on behind
me.  He walked into my field of vision fully clothed.

"I'm going to bed now," he said.

I gave him a pleading look with my eyes.

"Come on now, boy.  You brought this on yourself."  With that he left me
there.

Once he was gone, against his advice, I tried my hardest to loosen the
ropes around each of my limbs.  But all I succeeded in doing was to give
myself rope burns.

My cum felt cold against my belly.  Luckily, it dried quickly.

Having absolutely nothing else to do, I fell asleep that way, Russ's dirty
briefs still stuck in my mouth.

*****

I awoke suddenly as something long and hard pushed into my ass.

Matt's dick.  I tried to say "what the fuck," but all that came out was a
series of moans.

"You looked so peaceful I decided not to wake you," he said.  "That is,
until I stuck my cock up your ass."

He thrust in and out of me almost as fast as Russ had done the night
before, his body hovering over mine, but not actually upon it.

"Uh, that's it.  You like my fucking cock in you first thing in the
morning, fag?"  Obviously, I couldn't answer either way.  "I guess I can't
get mad at you for not answering when you have Russ's cock-pouch in your
mouth."

He kept on screwing me, and I took special glee in knowing that he probably
wasn't getting as turned on as he could have been without me singing his
praises.

I came again, onto the towel, and he came soon after, digging his fingers
into my hair and pulling it sharply as his seed came free.

"Alright, I'll be back later," he said.

I tried the same pleading look with him.

He laughed at me.  "Aw, look at the sad little puppy dog.  Hey, man, I know
it's fucked up, but it's not like it'll last forever.  Just try to enjoy
it, and when it's over, things will be good again for all of us."

He left after that.  I looked at the clock on Case's bedside table.  It was
ten o'clock.  How much longer would I have to suffer through this?

Malcolm and Russ came in twenty minutes later.  They untied me and took me
over to Case's toilet so I could do my business and they changed the towel
that was under me.  Then they promptly tied me up again before leaving.

Case came in at about eleven.  I shot him an evil stare as soon as he
walked in the door.

"I know you're upset with me," he said.  He pulled his shirt off in front
of me, letting me see his sculpted body up close.  "You trusted me to make
things better for you and I let you down."  He unbuckled his belt and
pushed his jeans and boxers down to the floor, until he was standing their
naked, his cock right in front of my face, teasing me.  "But you have to
understand, Rick.  An alpha doesn't always get to do what he wants to do.
An alpha can't always do what he knows is right or fair.  An alpha has to
do what will keep his pack together and happy and secure."

I tried to scream out, "You aren't alpha anymore, you pompous son of a
bitch!"  But again, it just came out as a series of moans.

So, he continued as if I hadn't said anything.  "You should know, even
though what we're doing to you now may not express it, that all of us care
for you, Rick."  He walked behind me.  "Like I said before, you are a part
of this group just as much as any of the rest of us are.  You have a role
here that nobody could replace."

I got the hunch what my role here was as I heard him pour lotion onto his
finger.

"You especially mean a lot to me.  You know how much I care for you, Rick."
He started rubbing his finger into my asshole.  "If you have any doubts, I
think you'll feel it when I'm inside of you.  You'll know what you mean to
me."

He pressed his body against me, enveloping me in his arms tenderly.  Then
he pushed his cock into me so very slowly.  When he was halfway in, he
stopped momentarily.  "It's been so long since I've had this," he said.

When he was all the way inside, I moaned as he hit my prostate.

"You feel that?" he asked as he pushed against me.  "I refuse to believe we
could make love like this without you realizing that I have nothing but the
best intentions for you."

Yes, I did believe that Case did have good intentions for me.  But,
regardless, Case was not acting on behalf of MY intentions for myself.  He
wouldn't even listen to me.

He fucked me real slow, taking his time, never letting me go from his arms.
I have to admit, it was a good fuck.  Still, I had just cum an hour ago, so
I wasn't sure if I would be able to again.

My orgasm ended up hitting me right after Case had his, as I felt the
pressure of his cum shoot into me.  After he pulled out of me, he just held
me for a while.

"I'm glad to see you enjoyed that as much as I did," he said.

He finally got off of me, putting his clothes back on.

"Hold tight, Rick," he said as he left me alone again.

The day went by as slowly as any day I could remember.  Russ came in and
fucked me three times that day.  Matt fucked me twice more.  Case never
came back.  I didn't come anymore after the being fucked by Case.
Eventually, they took the towel away, as there was no more cum to collect.

They took me to the bathroom regularly, but didn't give me any food or
water.  I was starving, and thirsty as hell.  I wondered how long I could
survive like this.  I pictured one of them fucking me when they realized in
horror that I had died of thirst.

But worse than the physical torture of it all was the mental part of it.  I
was bored to death, alone by myself for most of the day with nothing to do.
I entertained myself my staring into Case's headboard, or trying to make
out shapes in the wrinkles of the sheet beneath me.  I actually looked
forward for whenever one of them would come in and break up the monotony of
it all.

I felt like hell, and I hated them for doing it to me.  Logically, I knew
that plenty of people throughout history had endured much worse hardships
than what I was going through, but it sure felt like it couldn't possibly
get any worse for me.  I hated them for it, all of them.  They had tried to
claim that I had somehow manipulated them into fighting amongst themselves,
when I knew that was complete bullshit.  I had never been a player in this
fucked-up game of theirs.  I had never wanted anything to do with their
quarrels, and now here I was, being punished for all of it.

I started praying that Will or Cougar would come and find me and set me
free.  I didn't care at that moment how bad it all looked.

When Russ was fucking me hard in the afternoon, Matt came in and shut the
door behind him.  "Cougar's getting suspicious," he said, and my interest
suddenly peaked.  "He keeps seeing the four of us come in here.  He wants
to know what's going on."

Russ sighed, annoyed.  "Tell him that it's none of his goddamn business and
that the upstairs is off limits."

"I already did," said Matt.  "Don't worry, he won't be bothering us again."

I sighed, frustrated beyond measure as Russ exploded inside me.

At nine o'clock, long after my hopes of being untied in time for dinner had
vanished, Malcolm came into the room alone.  I glanced his way, then put my
head back on the pillow.  He was not a threat to me.  With my mouth gagged,
I had nothing to give him.

"You been enjoying yourself in here, bitch?" he asked me unsubtly.

"Fuck you!" I yelled through Russ's briefs.  Somehow I think he understood
me.

He laughed deeply.  "Alright, then."  He went around to the back of me.  He
started rubbing his finger against my sore, over-used hole.  There was so
much cum inside me and dripping out of me that Russ and Matt had stopped
using lube.  "How about I get a chance with your sweet ass tonight?" he
asked me.

I shook my head vigorously as he stripped off his clothes.

"Ah, come on," he said.  "You've been stretched out by the others all day
long.  I bet you could take me now."

A series of muffled, incomprehensible protests left my mouth.

"What's that, kid?  You want me to fuck you so bad you'll die if I don't?
Well, okay then."

He laughed again, and I felt his cockhead pressed against my hole.  I
tensed up, bracing myself.  Then, he slid his head into me.  No, slid is
the wrong word.  He pushed into me forcefully, making his cock fit.  It was
so painful, I thought he was tearing something.

"Ugh.  Yeah, it is as good as they all say."

He pushed all the way into me as pain shot through me lower body.  As he
started to screw me, I recalled my first time in London with Case.  This
was so much worse.

He picked up the pace of his rhythm, as tears started rolling down my face.
He was yelling cuss words and grunting with each stab.  I was praying for
it to be over.

He screamed as he came into me and pulled out, the pain still unbearable.
"See?  Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

I didn't answer, I just cried gently into my pillow as he got a wet
washcloth and cleaned up all the cum from my body.

Several times before I had thought I had reached the lowest point in my
life.  This was unquantifiably lower.  I was nothing but a sex slave for a
bunch of guys that didn't seem to give a shit about my well-being or
happiness.  This was undoubtedly rock bottom.  All I could do was lie there
and pray that this torture would end soon.


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