Date: Sat, 11 Sep 2004 04:20:14 -0700 (PDT) From: CloseTheCellarDoor Subject: Evil is a Man: Dog Eat Dog No More ---- Chapter 14 OPENING NOTE Yes, this is a short update. Don't worry, the next chapter is almost done. Send comments or suggestions to "closethecellardoor@yahoo.com." CHAPTER FOURTEEN It was late. Cougar's sudden departure had left me in a despondent mood. For once I didn't feel like training. Instead, I went into the dark living room, turned on the light, and tried to decide what videogame to play. Matt had bought a new one lately that I had yet to experience. I stuck it in the system and sat back in Matt's chair. I began to play. It wasn't long before Matt meandered down the stairs and sat down on the couch. "You're sitting in my chair, you know," he said. I didn't give him a backwards glance. "I guess you know that." He stretched and gave the tired yawn of some poor soul that had been forced into tiring labor. "You're room's empty now, you can go up to bed if you like." He was obviously trying to usher me out of the room. "I'm playing here," I said. He bit at his thumb nail. "Mind if I play?" he asked. "Yes, actually." "Whatever, dude." He looked around. "Where's Cougar?" "He left." "Where'd he go?" he asked. I sighed. "I don't know, Matt. He left for good." "What? Like ran off?" I nodded. "Packed up his stuff and everything. He's gone." "Why would he do that?" "Said he was sick of it here." "Shit, why the hell didn't he talk to me about it?" I shrugged. "He said he was sick of being bossed around. Sick of being at the bottom. I know how that feels." "Aw, c'mon," he said. "You didn't have it all that bad when you were at the bottom." "I didn't?" I asked. "You were looked after. We took you out and shit. Remember your birthday? Remember how much fun we had?" "Mostly I remember getting used." He laughed. "Yeah, you got used. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't use us a bit too. And what about now? Is your life really any better? You got nothing anymore `cept the seriously freakin huge chip on your shoulder, is that really any better? You strut around, thinking you're so fucking fierce. Act like you don't give a shit, like you hate everyone's guts." "I do hate everybody," I said. "Oh, don't be so melodramatic. You're in the gym twenty-four seven. Look at you, you look like you've gained twenty pounds of muscle in a week. That's not who you are, dude. It's a total joke." "A joke, huh? Well I didn't see you laughing any when you lost the fight today." He laughed. "Hey, don't fool yourself kid. You would have lost if you hadn't bit at my cock like some sort of mental patient. That was a damn dirty move, dude." "Yeah, so what? It wasn't against the rules." "There's a lot of things that aren't against the rules that wolves don't do to each other. It's about respect." He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. "But, no hard feelings, dude. I know that I can't expect you to keep your mouth off my cock for too long." He laughed. That was all I could take. I dropped the controller and swiveled my chair around to face him. "Take off your clothes, Matt," I said. He gave a surprised smile. "You wanna fuck around?" he asked hopefully. "That's right," I said. "Take off your clothes." A broad smile wrapped around his face. "See? You can't pretend you don't like to get fucked. Especially when it's my cock doing the fucking. I know it's your favorite." He stood up and quickly yanked off his T-shirt. The blonde hairs of his chest and torso caught the room's lamplight. Then, he hesitated. "Let's go downstairs, where it's private," he said. I shook my head. "I don't care if anyone hears us. Cougar's gone now anyway, right?" "I guess so," he said. He kicked off his sandals and pushed his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. His cock, always so long, was starting to lengthen further. He was obviously getting turned on. "The lube," he said. "I'll get the lube." "Don't worry about the lube," I said. "We won't need it for tonight." He looked disappointed. "Aw, come on, you're not just going to suck me off, are you?" "No," I said. I sat up, pulled my shorts and boxers to my ankles, and sat back down. "Tonight, you're going to suck me off." I grabbed my dick, which had gotten hard as soon as Matt had stripped, and wiggled it at him. He stepped back in obvious revulsion. "No, no. No way dude." "Do I really have to remind you that this is an order, Matt? You made me suck yours, right? Well here's your payback." He seemed lost for words for a moment, a rarity for him. Then he said, pleadingly, "But I'm not a faggot. I'm not a cocksucker. It's not fair to ask me to do that, because I'm not the cocksucker, you are." "There's a first for everything," I told him. "In a few minutes you'll be a cocksucker too." He adopted a diplomatic smile. "Rick, my buddy, come on--" "Just shut the fuck up and suck my dick!" I yelled. Then, very slowly, he knelt down in front of me, looking at my dick like it was the most repulsive object under the sky. He looked up at me. "Do we have to do this on my chair, dude?" "Fraid so," I said, rubbing my bare ass around the leather fabric just to make it clear. He groaned. Then, taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth wide and dove towards my cock. I grabbed him by the hair and held him up before his mouth made any contact. "Wait," I said. "Don't think that you're just going to suck me off, and it'll be over, licktiy-split. This is my first blow job. I want to take it slow and enjoy it." "Ah, man," he said. "Are you sure you wouldn't enjoy my cock up your ass even more?" "Yes, positive." I lifted up in my seat so my balls were dangling. "Now, I want you to start with my balls. Go ahead." He sighed, but nudged his face towards my testicles. I almost giggled as the whiskers from his beard tickled the inside of my thighs. He licked one of my balls ever so slightly, sending shivers through my body. "Harder," I ordered, trying to mimic the tone of voice he had always used on me. "Lick harder." He started using his whole tongue to lap around my scrotum. "Now put one of them in your mouth and give it a good suck." He groaned angrily, but took my right testicle into his mouth just the same. It felt fantastic, I almost didn't want him to move on. "The other one now," I said. He switched nuts, giving the second the same tongue bath the first had just recieved. "See if you can get both of them in your mouth at once," I said. He sucked everything into his mouth as I cried out. "Oh yeah, that's really hot," I said. After I let him work on my nuts for a good long while, I pulled him off of me sharply by the hair again as I sat back down in the chair. He winced at the hair pulling, but kept quiet. "You ready for my cock, Matt?" I asked him. He nodded despairingly. "I want to hear you beg for this cock, Matt." He glared at me. "Please can I suck your cock?" he asked me without any trace of enthusiasm. "I want you to tell me you live to worship my cock." "I live to worship your cock," he said in a subdued, monotone sort of voice. "Yell it, Matt, with feeling." "Aw, c'mon, dude. I don't want them to hear this." I grabbed his hair tightly. "I want them to hear!" I said. "I LIVE TO WORSHIP YOUR COCK!" he said finally, loud but still not with any real feeling. I decided not to push it. "You want my cock, baby?" I asked, emphasizing the word `baby' with certain glee. "Go ahead and give it a few licks first." Slowly, his rough tongue traveled up and down the length of my dick. I cried out, intentionally loud, as the pleasure coursed through me. "Oh, look, baby," I said. "I'm starting to leak. Why don't you be a good cock-sucker and clean that up for me." His face turned red as he leaned towards my dickhead and licked away the drop of precum that had formed in my slit. Then he held his tongue out of his mouth, obviously trying to think of something else to do with my precum than swallow it. "Swallow!" I commanded. He shut his mouth and took a gulp, turning from red to green. "Now keep on licking my dick, baby." I pulled his head towards my dickhead, and he licked around the rim, sending more excitement through me. I couldn't wait any longer. "Suck it," I said. He wrapped his moist lips around my head and started to suck. I gasped and trembled from the feeling. My dick in his warm, wet mouth, his tongue working it over--I was in heaven. "Go down more," I told him. He moved his lips about half way down my dick. "More," I said. He pulled off me. "I can't. I'll choke." I pushed him back onto me. "You can, you're just not trying hard enough." With my hand on the back of his head, I pushed him further and further down. He gagged at first, but then he took it all, his lips hitting my pubes. I cried out again, holding him against me and taking all the feeling in. Then, I pulled his head off of me a ways, and back down again. I repeated, more and more eagerly, starting fuck his face. "Yeah, suck that cock, you faggot," I said, not really wanting to say anything--completely lost in the moment, but forcing myself to humiliate him as much as he had me. I couldn't hold back anymore--I cried out and spasmed as my orgasm started to build. Matt tried to pull off of me. I pushed his head back down. "Don't even think you're going to get away without swallowing my cum," I hissed. My warm semen gushed out of me, filling up his warm mouth, and he started to swallow, looking up at me like I was the devil himself. Somehow that angry look made it all the more pleasurable for me. Once he had swallowed every drop, I let him go. He fell back onto the ground, hacking and coughing, severely disgusted. "That was fantastic, baby," I said, just sitting there, my bare ass sticking against the leather of his chair. He gave me the evil eye as he stood up and put his clothes back on. He headed for the stairs without a word. "Oh, and baby?" I said. "Tomorrow night we'll be fucking for real, so do whatever you need to do to prepare yourself." He continued walking up the stairs, leaving me alone in the room smiling happily. When I finally went to bed that night, I realized that it was one of the few beds that I had not yet slept in. It wasn't the most comfortable mattress in the world, but I loved it. It wasn't much of a room, but I didn't care. It was my room, my own space. In my eyes, it was absolutely perfect. ***** The next day Matt told the others about Cougar's exit. Will, of course, didn't care one bit. The others were upset, either feeling betrayed and angry (like Russ was), or anxiously worried (like Case). "We should go find him," I heard Case say to Matt from the kitchen. "It's not safe for him out there alone." "Relax," said Matt. "Cougar can take care of himself. I'm sure he'll be fine." That afternoon I alerted Malcolm that I would be fighting him next Friday. He laughed deeply. "You think I don't know that?" "What form will it be?" I asked him, just wanting to talk business. He shrugged, joyfully playing dumb. "Who knows? Guess you'll find out before the fight starts, huh?" "Hey, you can't do that," I said. "I need to know." "Nothing in the rules says I have to make up my mind now." Will, of course, agreed with him on this matter. >From our many bedroom conversations, I thought I had a good idea what form Malcolm was going to choose for the fight. But I couldn't be certain, and losing wasn't an option. I'd just have to be prepared to fight in any of the three forms. Needless to say I spent the whole rest of the day training in the gym. When I finally came up that night for my dinner, I heard that the TV was on in the living room and expected it to be Matt who was watching. But upon my entrance into the room, I noticed Malcolm's hulking form taking up an absurd portion of the couch. Matt was nowhere in sight. "Where's Matt?" I asked Malcolm. His big eyes, shifted from the screen to my face in slight irritation. "Not here. Went out. A date." I noticed that Malcolm tended to talk in two word sentences whenever he could get away with it. Matt, the bastard, must have been trying to avoid getting fucked. "When will he be back?" I asked Malcolm. "How am I supposed to know that?" he asked, clearly wanting the conversation to end. I went back downstairs and finished my workout. Later on, once the house was dark and quiet, I went upstairs to watch TV. Not because I wanted to, but because I wanted to catch Matt when he walked in. If he thought he could just circumvent getting fucked by taking off for the night, he was wrong. After an hour or so I was falling asleep on the couch. I didn't fight it; I just flipped off the TV and rested my heavy eyelids. The creak of the door woke me from my dream. Without moving I looked towards the entry-way. Matt's figure was lit up by the street lamp as he walked in very slowly, tiptoeing into the house. Very carefully, he shut the door behind him. I reached over and turned on the lamp by my side. The shocked look upon his face was alone worth the trouble of waiting up for him. "Rick, hey man," he said, his face quickly finding his reserve of charm. "Oh, look who it is," I said, sarcastically. "I was a little surprised to hear that you had gone out for the night." "Hey. You never said I had to stay home tonight." "No, my mistake," I said. "But there must be a way to avoid any further confusion. From now on, you don't leave the house without asking me for permission, sound good?" He rolled his eyes and nodded, inching towards the stairs. "So, how was your date?" I asked. He scratched his beard. "It was good." "You smell like perfume," I said. "Did you fuck your date, Matt?" Usually quick witted, Matt was obviously unsure how to respond. "Yeah, man," he said finally. "And I'm beat, so I'm just gonna take a shower and hit the hay." He trotted for the stairs. "Hold on, baby," I said. "See, me, I'm not beat. Far from it. Now, I told you that we were going to fuck tonight, and by golly that's what we're gonna do. Why don't you go upstairs, take a shower and be sure to get all of that perfume off of you. Then grab that bottle of lube you keep under your bed and come back downstairs." He laughed nervously. "Come on, dude. I really don't want to get fucked. Please. There must be something else I can do for you instead." I hadn't asked him to fuck me either--he had insisted. "There's only two options, two things you can do for me, Matt. You can bend over and let me shove my cock up your ass, or you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house." His face turned pale and depressed. He didn't answer me; he just climbed the stairs slowly. A couple minutes later I heard the shower start running, and I knew he wouldn't be leaving. When he came back down the stairs he was in nothing but a pair of boxers and had the lube in his hand. "Where are we gonna do this?" he asked, the tiniest bit of fear in his voice. "Right here," I said. He looked dismayed. "I should have known." I stood up, took the lube from his hand, dropped it, and walked behind him. I traced a finger down his muscular, tan back to the elastic of his boxers. Then, roughly, I pushed him forward over the arm of the couch. "You just stay like that, baby, with your ass up in the air, ready for me." He said nothing as I pulled his boxers down off his body. I rubbed my hands all over the firm cheeks, feeling the soft blonde hair that covered them. "Did I ever tell you how much I liked your ass, baby?" I said. He nodded his head. I returned to my rubbing. "This is my first time," he said, a bit pitifully. "That makes two of us," I said. I pulled down my shorts, grabbed the lube, and put a generous amount on my dick. Then I touched my finger to his asshole. He responded with a sudden jump. I rubbed the lube in small circles against it. "When you did this to me, you stretched me out with your fingers before sticking it in. Do you want me to do that for you?" He shook his head. "I already did. In the shower just now. Just stick your fucking cock in and get it the hell over with." I playfully rubbed the tip of my tick back and forth against his hole. "Now, Matt," I said. "When you say things like that it makes me think that you don't really want me to fuck you as much as I thought you did. You want my beautiful fucking cock to rip you open, don't you, Matt?" He nodded limply. I grabbed his hair firmly. "Don't just nod like a dumbass," I said. "When I ask you a question, you'd better fucking answer me." "Yes, Rick, I want you're fucking cock in my fucking ass!" he yelled with fury that I never knew he possessed. "Good. That's what I want to hear," I said. I didn't really know what I was doing. I wasn't sure if there was a proper technique to it, so I just stuck my dick against his hole and pushed. "Ahh!" yelled Matt as I pushed my head in. But it was tough; I really had to force it. I felt him clamping down, squeezing shut. "Relax," I ordered. He finally did, going limp, his head face down in the couch cushion. I grabbed his hips and pushed in further, feeling the deliciously tight warmth of his ass around my dick. I pushed and I pushed until my pelvis collided with his ass. "Oh, now I know what I've been missing," I said, holding my dick all the way inside him. "I can see why all of you enjoy this so much." He just whimpered in response. I was in too much pleasure to force him to say anything. I pulled outwards again, the motion causing such a pleasantly soft friction against my sensitive cock. I eased back and forth slowly, not wanting to hurt him more than was necessary at first, stopping once or twice when I thought I was about to cum. I wasn't ready for this to end so soon. Then, when I thought I had stretched him pretty well, I started to really fuck him, as he had done to me. He gave out short gasps of pain underneath me, but that was the price he was going to have to pay. "You, like that, you little faggot?" I growled, and it was irrelevant whether he did or not. I ignored his pain, and concentrated on my pleasure alone. It was the wolf thing to do. Then, unable to last as long as I was hoping, I came into him in a warm gush. "That was great, baby," I said as I removed my cock from his ass and sat down on his chair. He got up and pulled his boxers back on, beads of sweat covering his forehead. He didn't say anything to me; he didn't even glance my way. He just went upstairs. Moments later I heard the shower running again. I didn't care if he hated me for fucking him. If he couldn't take it, then he shouldn't have so eagerly dished it out before. ***** I kept fucking him as the week went on. I'd made a routine out of working my ass off every day in the gym. At night I'd reward myself with a nice fuck, care of Matt's warm ass. I started to fuck him in the gym, on the mat, where he had done it to me. I was getting better, lasting longer than before. Each time seemed to be less painful for him, although he never showed any sign of enjoying the process. After that first time, he stopped trying to talk me out of it. He just shut up and took what I had to give him, talking only when I insisted he do so. That is, until Wednesday night. After I had finished my fuck for the night, he just laid there, face up on the mat, not getting up. He looked completely lost in despair, the look of someone who was starting to give up all hope of ever being happy again. I shook off a strong temptation to feel pity. "Look, dude," he said after a moment of nothing. "We need to talk about this." I sat up against the wall and looked at him sprawled out on the floor. "Go ahead and talk then," I said. He looked into my eyes. "I know that you see this as some sort of fucked up way to get revenge on me. You've succeeded, okay dude? I hate this shit and you know it. We're even now--you can't get anymore out of this. How about putting an end to it?" "What makes you think I'll ever want to quit, Mathew?" "Because I know you enough to see through your shit. You don't enjoy this as much as you let on. You hate dominance as much as you hate submission." "That's not true," I said. Dominance definitely had submission beat. "Well, you may be having some fun, getting some kicks seeing me suffer, but the fun's wearing off, isn't it? You're fooling yourself if you think this is making you happy." "I'll be happy once I get my revenge on all the rest of them," I said, but didn't know at all if this was true. "Fine. Get revenge on the rest of them. But please, quit this shit with me while our friendship is still salvageable." I laughed. "Friendship?" "Yeah, friends. What we used to be before sex fucked everything up. I know you could use a friend, Rick, you're a lone man in this house. What do you say we just call it a truce and go back to how things were?" I rolled my eyes. "You don't want a friendship with me. You're trying to manipulate me into cutting you some slack." "No, that's not true. Now that Cougar left, who do I have to hang out with? Nobody." He could tell he was making progress with me. "C'mon, Rick. This is your last chance. You fuck me again and I'll really start to hate you. Please, put an end to this now." His friendship sounded so attractive to me, much more so than any sex could have been. Of course, the reasonable side of me told me not to listen to him, that he would say or do anything to stop being fucked. But it's amazing how easily reason can be drowned out by emotion. His words had cut deep into me, through all the anger, and into the inner fragility. I rubbed my weary face with my hand. "You guys really fucked me up," I said, the pain cracking through my voice. He detected victory. He got up, sat beside me against the wall, and put his arm around me. I didn't protest. "I know we did, kid," he said. "For my part, I'm sorry. I guess I didn't realize how sensitive you were." His comforting touch made me want to burst into tears, but I choked them back. Crying showed weakness, and I was through with weakness. "Will bit me," I said. "Did you know?" He turned sharply towards me. "Will?" he said. "No way. Are you sure?" I nodded. "He was the only one I told where I was going." "So that's why you and him haven't been too friendly lately." "I hate him," I said. "Well, join the fucking party, dude. Everyone hates Will." I almost told him about my plan to kill Will once I had won alpha, but I resisted. I didn't want him to try to talk me out of it. I laughed. "I guess this means I'll have to be celibate again," I said. "Only for a couple of days, dude," he said cheerfully. "Then you'll have Malcolm to torture, right?" I nodded. He got up. "I'd better go shower," he said. "Hopefully this is the last time I'll have to scoop some dude's jizz out of my ass." I laughed politely as he walked up the stairs. ***** The next day, Thursday, I should have spent practicing in the gym for my fight with Malcolm. But instead I spent all my time with Matt, watching all the DVD's he had bought since we stopped talking, playing his new videogame with him, and genuinely enjoying myself. It felt so good to have a friend again--and that's all we were, close buddies like before instead of all of the power playing that had gone on for so long recently. Suddenly the Matt that I had developed a crush on so long ago was back. The laid-back cool guy that felt so easy to be around. It was effortless for me to forget about the looming fight ahead of me with Matt inviting me into one diverting activity after the other. It crossed my mind that Matt could be purposefully distracting me from training in an attempt to help Malcolm win the next day. But I just took note of the thought and brushed it away. "Let's go out tonight," I suggested excitedly after dinner. "I probably shouldn't be drinking since I have a fight tomorrow, but that's fine. I'll be the DD." He raised an eyebrow. "You're insane, kid," he said. "You can't go out there, not with the vampires after you like they are." "We'll avoid the vampires. We can smell them, right?" "No way, dude," he said. "You shouldn't go out, period. I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" "Alright," I said, disappointed. "If you want to party, we'll party right here," he said. "You just send me out to get whatever you need." I didn't end up sending Matt out at all that night, not wanting to spend any time alone without him. So we just finished the day like we had begun it, hanging out at the house, having a simple sort of fun. That night I went to bed happy, even though I hadn't gotten off for the first time that week. I still missed Cougar a great deal; I knew that he was the only one that was really trustworthy. But I just had more fun around Matt. He was much older than me, I knew, but he obviously had some sort of peter pan complex. He was childish and I was still close to my childhood. I shook myself out of this happy complacency. It was good that I had a friend here, but I still had four enemies, four fights to win, and four retributions to deal out. No pleasant day was going to quell the anger inside of me. I would win tomorrow's fight, I was sure if it. ***** "Clothes off," said Will. Malcolm and I both removed our clothes and tossed them aside. "Shit, look at them," I heard Matt whisper to Case or Russ. I knew what the spectacle was about--compared to Malcolm's giant-like body, I was as small as a child. How could I possibly win this fight, they were wondering. "What form?" asked Will. Malcolm let out a noise that was an odd mix of growl and laugh. "Wolf," he said. Adding, "This should be fast." I was pleased, but showed no sign of it. My assumption had been correct. I remembered him telling me that the only way he would potentially be able to beat Russ is if they fought wolf to wolf. Malcolm's size, he had said, was actually a disadvantage in the other two forms. Wolf is what I had trained for; it was the form I practiced the most in throughout the week. I was ready for this. We both shrank into our wolf forms, falling onto our front paws. Malcolm snarled at me, still just as proportionally larger to me as before. "Go!" He lunged at me immediately, his teeth biting into my ear. I kept my canine head down as he assaulted me--it looked perhaps to be a fearful stance, but I was merely trying to keep my throat lowered and protected. I bit at his leg, but he pulled it away from my jaws. I bit at his shoulder, but only got a mouthful of fur. Meanwhile he was chewing at my face, painfully. He was trying to get at my eyes. I ran out from under him and around him, thinking I might disorient him with my speed advantage, but I didn't. He followed my every move. Suddenly, I stopped running and dashed towards him. I feigned for his left front-leg, and he pulled it back protectively. That's when I bit into his right front-leg instead. I clamped down hard as he yelped, digging my teeth deep into his flesh and twisting my jaw around until I knew I had done some major damage. He was biting my head again, so I let go of his leg and ran off around him. This time, with one of his legs injured and useless, he couldn't follow me too well. I kept circling him, changing directions occasionally, keeping him disoriented. Finally, when I knew I had an opening, I lunged for his throat. I bit through the skin and held on for dear life. He pawed my face, bit my ear again, but I wasn't letting go. He fell to the ground, a bloody mess in front of me. "Match over," announced Will. I backed off Malcolm and began to transform. Once the physical pain was gone, all that remained was an adrenaline-rushed elation. Russ and Case were helping Malcolm get up. "You almost had the bastard," Russ told him under his breath. I shook my head violently. "That's a lie," I yelled. "This wasn't even a challenge." Russ glared my way. Will and Case looked at me too. "Three down. Three to go. And you'll be the next to fall, Russ. A week from today." "Yeah, go fuck yourself, boy," spat Russ. "I welcome the chance to teach you a lesson in respect that you'll never forget." Something about the way he had said those words sent chills into me. What if I couldn't beat Russ? I smiled mockingly at all of them, and went upstairs to shower. ***** "This used to be my room," said Matt as he helped me unpack my things. "A bed that's actually comfortable, a nice closet, a dresser, plenty of extra space." He sniffed the air in a sweet, reminiscent sort of way. Then he frowned. "Now it smells like Malcolm's stink," he said. It was true; the room did have an overpowering Malcolm smell that I never would have noticed before becoming a wolf. I opened a window; the scent would go away soon enough. Malcolm's room switch had been sullen and uncomfortable, but that was to be expected. "So, you still planning to--you know--with Malcolm?" asked Matt. "Yep. Got it all planned out." "Don't tell me the details, I don't want to know." I laughed slightly, putting my folded clothes into the dresser. "Well, at least tell me when it's gonna happen," he said. "Tonight." ***** The house was dark but I could make out all the shapes with my wolf eyes. I silently slipped out of my new room and across the hall, through the door of my old room. Loud snores awaited me. I lifted his huge arm out of the way and retrieved the rope that I had left carefully under the bed, out of sight. This bed had no bedposts, but I had already worked out how to tie him. The first rope I tied to his wrist, pulled under the bed, and tied to his other wrist. The other ropes I used to tie his ankles to the bottom wheels of the bed frame. All of this and he hadn't ever stopped snoring. I was already naked. I poured some lube onto my dick, stroking it hard as I did so. I crawled on top of him, as soft and gently as a cat, and laid upon him like he had once forced me to do. I rested my chin against the thick muscles of his back and carefully stuck my dick into the crack of his ass. "Malcolm, wake up," I send teasingly. Nothing. I slapped him on the back of the head. Still nothing. Finally, I bit into the smooth skin of his shoulder. He stirred, pulling his head off the pillow, yanking at his bonds. "What the fuck?" "Don't worry, Malcolm," I said. "It's just me." He laughed deeply. "I knew this was coming," he said. "After what you did to Matt, I knew you'd want your petty revenge on me too." "You're so clever, Malcolm," I said. He was pulling at the ropes again. "You won't be able to break those," I said. "Yeah but I bet I could break this crap bed." I pushed his head into the pillow. "Don't do that, Malcolm. If you did that, I'd be very angry. Bonds or no bonds, you have to do what I say." "Alright, motherfucker. Do your worst. I'm ready." I reached down and spread his beefy ass cheeks with both hands. "You ever been fucked before, big man? He didn't answer me. "Well, I hope for your sake you have," I said. "Cause this is not going to be nice and easy." I lined up the tip of my dick with his hole. "Better get ready," I said. "Fuck you, man." I dug my fingers into his hips. With all my strength, I plunged forward, burying my dick all the way into him with one quick stroke. He grunted. I wasn't going to give him any time to acclimate. I started to fuck him, rough and hard. He was panting in rhythm to my strokes. Then he started to laugh. I pushed his open, laughing mouth into his pillow. "What the fuck is so funny?" I asked, angrily. "You're tiny little dick, that's what. You think this even hurts? I can barely feel you poking around in there with that little thing." I knew it was an exaggeration, but there was no denying that there was a severe size difference between us. "You think I'm too small, huh?" I said. "Well, there's only one way to fix that." He must have felt the hand holding his head become larger and more paw-like, the smooth skin of my body against his suddenly erupt with ample amounts of fur. When my whole body began to grow, he started to scream. Like the rest of me, my dick had grown to superhuman size. Too bad for Malcolm, it was still inside of him at the time. When I was done transforming, I marveled what a tight fit this had created. He was still screaming, gasping in pain into his pillow. Again, I started to fuck him, this time a werewolf fucking a man. In his pain, his body started to transform. He started to grow, started to sprout fur. He was trying to match my size and therefore alleviate his suffering. I would have none of that. I bit into the back of his neck, this time breaking skin, and growled as a warning. He got the message; he shrank back down to normal size. And the fucking resumed. I went as long as I could possibly last. Finally, pushing his head hard into the pillow with my paw-hand, I started to cum. I went limp against his body as the last of my semen left me, my huge form completely covering his smaller one. I pulled out of him, and changed back. He was still whimpering when I got off of him and untied him. "Stop crying, Malcolm," I said. "You were the one that asked for something larger." I patted him on his sweaty head, and left the room. ***** I had been planning on fucking Malcolm multiple times that week, but once that first night was over, I never got the urge to repeat it. I decided that the excitement wasn't primarily about the sex, it was about getting revenge. The sex was motivated and made pleasurable by my rage. Once my vengeance had been satisfied, the rage went too. Any further sexual act forced upon Malcolm would have only been pleasurable for me in a sexual way, and that wasn't enough to motivate me to take action. But that doesn't mean that I tried to reconcile things with Malcolm and resume our friendhip. Matt was the only friend I needed. Matt I liked. Malcolm I did not. I avoided speaking to him whenever I could, and when I did have something to say, it was undoubtedly rude. For his part, he would whisper insults about me to Russ just loud enough for me to get the gist of. I didn't care what he had to say. I knew that I was better than him and that's all that I needed. I was no longer angry with him. Not that the anger inside had gone away; it had just transferred to Russ. I knew there was a major difference in skill level between Russ and Malcolm. Russ had been an alpha for many years, he knew how to fight. What else could I do to prepare but spend all my time training in the gym? I was working the punching bag midday Tuesday when Will came down the stairs dressed to work out. I didn't look his way as he put his towel on a bench and started to lift. No words were exchanged, and I turned so that my back was facing him. In the mirror on the wall in front of me I could see his form lifting more weight than I could, even now with my newfound wolf muscles these weeks of training had given me. As he lifted the bar, I noticed that I had a clear view up his baggy gym shorts. Usually he would have worn a jockstrap, but today he had nothing on but the shorts. I could see his cock resting against his thigh, the cock that I had once admired so adamnetly. It seemed likely to me that he had worn no underwear on purpose in an attempt to tease me. Oh, I hated this man. "You think I can't see you looking at me?" he asked spitefully, and I froze. "I'm using you as visual aid," I said. "You know, you're the one that taught me. I imagine that instead of this red bag, I'm hitting your ugly face. Beating it into a deformed, pulpy mess." And as I said it, it was true; I went at that bag like it was Will on a string. He got up off the bench, walking towards me. "If you're so eager to fight me, you don't have to wait until you beat the others. We'll settle this right now, right here. We'll see which one of us deforms the other." I kept hitting the bag. "No, that wouldn't be nearly as fun. Don't worry, Will, you'll get your chance in a couple of weeks." He laughed rudely. "Yeah, right. You'll never get to fight me like that." "Oh, why's that?" He put his hand on the punching bag and held it still. "Because you're about to lose to Russ." I tried to hit the bag away from his grasp, but he held it firmly in place. "I'm not going to lose," I said. "You will. You wanna know why? Because you're scared of him. The others you're not scared of, but Russ has always intimidated you." He was smiling, so sure of himself. "I'm not scared of Russ," I said. "Not anymore." But it was a lie; I was afraid of him. For all my muscles and tough exterior, inside I was still that skinny kid who Russ tormented to no end. Was Will right? Could my fear be enough to make me lose? My confidence wavered. I could tell by his expression that he could see right through me. "We'll see if that's true come Friday." He turned and walked back towards the weights. "And if you lose, I'll be the first to cheer." I whipped around to face him. "What about you Will? Do you think I'm scared of you?" He shrugged. "Could be," he said. "Well, I'm not. How could I be afraid of poor, tragic Will, who killed his wife and now is terrified of loneliness--" I didn't ever finish the insult due to his hands squeezing my throat, pushing me to my knees. "You think I'm just gonna stand here and listen to your shit? You ever, ever bring up my wife again and I will, on her grave, kill you before you can finish your sentence." He threw me down to the floor. I wanted to retaliate, to strike back, but I knew he would have me killed or tossed out for insubordination. I'd have to wait to fight him when the time came. As he returned to his workout, I got to my feet and walked out, unwilling to share the same space with him for any longer. ***** Thursday morning I was asleep in my comfy bed, having one of those sexy but irrational dreams that always seemed to come to me in the early morning hours. Something woke me from my sleep; the feeling of a hand against my face and something else. Something big was in my open mouth. I opened my eyes, and realized what was happening. Someone was standing beside my bed, their hand against my face, holding it, and their cock in my mouth. My knee-jerk reaction in my horny sleep-stupor was to wrap my lips around the offering and start sucking. But that quickly passed as my rational mind started to surface. Even though I couldn't see the man's face, it was easy enough to tell who it was. The rough feeling of the hand against my cheek. The size and shape of the cock that was rubbing against my tongue. The white briefs that one hand held down below his cock. And that distinct sweaty smell coming from the crotch in front of me. This was Russ. I pulled back off of him and sat up against the wall behind me. I tried to say something, but words were eluding me. "C'mon, boy," he said, stroking his cock. "Finish the job you started." "I didn't start anything," I said finally. "Why don't you just go jack off like a normal person?" He still had his hand around his cock, and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. "I haven't touched you for a long time, boy," he said, acting like this was some great favor to me. "Adhering to Will's orders. But something tells me that Will and you had some sort of falling out. I'm betting that Will ain't gonna be coming to your rescue anytime soon." He was absolutely and completely right. There was nothing stopping me from being forced to once again be Russ's sad little bitch. But I couldn't tell him that. "You're wrong, he will come. And he'll punish you for your insubordination, and it'll be worse than last time." He smiled a half smile and looked at me suspiciously, still stroking. "I think you're bullshitting me," he said. "But I'll cut you a deal. I'll leave you alone for now, and we'll settle this during the fight tomorrow. If you lose, you're gonna do everything I goddamn tell you to do, without running off to that son-of-a-bitch Will, ever. Agreed?" "And if I refuse?" I asked. "If you refuse, then I turn you over right here right now and fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, and I'll take my chances with Will." That didn't sound like a pleasant option to me, especially since I knew Will's wrath was just an empty bluff. "Okay, agreed," I said, feeling anxious that the fight tomorrow had even higher stakes than before. "Good boy," he said, but he wasn't leaving. He was still standing there over my bed, stroking himself. "Okay, asshole, get out of my room and let me sleep." "Just one more second," he said. Then came a stiff grunt as he started to shoot, propelling semen all across my bed and onto my legs. "Jeez, Russ, what the hell was that for?" I asked, wiping his cum off my legs and onto the sheets. "You were the one that told me to jack off," he said. He stuck his dick back in his briefs and walked towards the door. "Now I'll have to burn these sheets," I said. He turned towards me. "Tomorrow should be fun," he said with an undercurrent of pure hatred. Then he left. Although suitably dramatic, burning the sheets wouldn't have been practical; they were the only set my bed had. So I washed them instead, feeling a great unease about the fight ahead of me. ***** I barely slept the night before the big fight and was a wreck all morning. Matt tried to pep me up before the fight, offering me encouragement, and I almost lost it right the, degenerating into an anxious mess. "I'm scared," I admitted to him. "Scared of what?" he asked. "I don't know. Scared of Russ, I guess." "Well, suck it up, dude." "Thanks," I said out of obligation, deciding Matt was fun to be around, but not the best friend to pour your innermost feelings to. I'd have to face my demons by myself. When it came time to enter the kennel that afternoon, my heart was racing and I was sweating nervously, but put on a brave game-face anyway. Russ was staring me down from the second I walked in, and that wasn't helping any. >From the shadowy corner I could see Will looking at me, an amused smile upon my face. He could see through me, like always, and knew I would lose. The thing was, I knew I wouldn't have been nearly as scared if it wasn't for Will's anti-pep talk the other day. "Clothes off," said Will. We both removed what scarce clothing we had on. After Russ had taken off his briefs, he reached down and grabbed his dick--a clearly obscene gesture that only further intimidated me. Russ wiped the sweat from his brow and shook it off onto the floor. "Whew, it's hot in here," he said, talking directly to me. "How bout when this is over you give me one of those showers that we both love so much?" I scowled at him in response. "What form are you fighting in?" asked Will, completely ignoring Russ's lewd suggestion. "Man to man, of course," said Russ, with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Tear him to pieces, Russ," said Malcolm from behind the bars. Nobody offered me any semblance of support. Even my friend Matt was not going to risk antagonizing Russ by taking any stance besides a neutral one. "Go!" said Will, more excitedly than usual. And the fight began. Russ was a tough, no frills sort of fighter. He came at me with his fists flying so fast there was little chance of avoiding them. I took a few hits right in the face in the beginning before I started to hit him back. The fight turned into a pure boxing match, with both of our noses soon bleeding down to our chins. I was trying to back off of him, trying to avoid his hits and gather my bearings, and very soon it was fairly obvious that I was losing. Every step I took backwards was matched by Russ with an aggressive step towards me accompanied by a hard blow to my face or body. One such blow knocked me backwards right into Will. He shoved me hard back into Russ, who I fell against, my chest supported by his. Thinking I might use this closeness to my advantage, I tried a mule kick to get him off balance, but I was unable to even budge his firmly planted leg. I, on the other hand, was wobbly and not at all sturdy. He knocked me over easily, as I landed with a thud onto the ground on my back. He straddled my chest before I had a chance to budge, and held me down. Punch after punch came to my face. I could see my own blood covering his knuckles before I clamped my eyes shut. Suddenly I was back in that room in London, Hadrian's fists hitting me instead of Russ's. The fear became almost as bad as the pain. All the sounds turned into a dull ring--I would soon be out cold. I knew that this match had been over before Will ever yelled "Go." I felt my body being flipped over so that I was face down against the concrete. Russ grabbed my hair and smashed my face into the floor, sending a new eruption of blood out of my nose. Go ahead, Russ, finish what you started. I'm almost there. A new sort of pain jolted my body back into consciousness. Russ had spread my legs apart and stuck his dick up my ass. No lube except the sweat that covered our bodies. "That's fucked up," said Matt from somewhere. "Not against the rules," said Will. "The kid likes to fight dirty," said Russ. "I can fight dirty just as easily." He spat; I felt his saliva hit my cheek. He started to fuck me then, holding my face into the concrete as I groaned, much too weak to even attempt to fight back. "Come on, Russ," said Case. "Go ahead and finish him off." "No. I want him to be awake for this." He bent down close to my ear. "I told you I'd teach you a lesson you'd never forget, didn't I boy?" He kept on fucking me, harder, painfully. I lied there, limp and defeated, just hoping that it would soon be over. He rammed my head into the concrete once more as he came, grunting and groaning on top of me. Then, when it was over, he fell upon me, his dick still in my ass, and I could hear him panting with exhaustion. "This is just the beginning," he told me, and I knew he was already making plans with my body for the next few hours, the next few days, the next few months. "Now to finish you off," he said. I no longer wanted him to finish me off. My mind's fog had cleared, revealing new purposeful clarity. I would not let this man take me so easily. I would fight until I could fight no more. While he smashed my face into the floor, I reached back with my arms and held his back firmly against my body. I rolled us both over with a speed that he couldn't match. Perhaps he was too exhausted from fucking me, I didn't know, but I was able to straddle his chest and start pummeling his face. "He's coming back!" yelled Matt. I kept hitting him, mercilessly, until his face had lost its handsome form and was just a bloody mess. He tried to push at me with his hands, first on my chest, then against my face. I bit one of them when it came too close to my mouth. I hit him until his body started to go limp, and then I angrily turned him over until he was face down. He tried to get onto his hands and knees, but I was soon upon him, using my weight to pound him flat. Then, in with a rage that had escaped me through almost the entire fight, I rammed my hard dick into his asshole, screaming angrily as I did it. His whole body tensed up under me and a painful grunt escaped his lips. I fucked him with every fiber of my aggression, and the pleasure was as intense as my hatred. "Fuck you, Russ, fuck you for everything you ever did to me!" I shouted. Not eloquently chosen words, but the ones that came out of me nonetheless. When I felt close to orgasm, I started knocking his face into the concrete. When I came inside of him, I hit him harder then ever, smashing his face against the floor with every blast of my cum into his ass. When I had finished, he was unconscious. But Will still hadn't called it. I turned and glared at him. After he was sure Russ wasn't going to make a comeback, he admitted, "Match over." I pulled my dick out of Russ's used ass and got up, futilely wiping at the blood on my face with my hand. I turned to Will and laughed arrogantly. "How'd you like that?" I asked him. "So you beat Russ," he said. "Big fuckin deal. I beat him a hell of a lot easier than you did. You try and fight me, and you'll lose." I laughed again. "You predicted that I'd lose to Cougar, and I won. You predicted that I'd lose to Russ, and I won there too. Regardless of what you say, I'll beat you when the time comes. Two weeks left, Will. Enjoy them." Because two weeks from today, he would be dead, all debts would be settled, and I would be a happy man. TO BE CONTINUED CLOSING NOTE Here's where the story gets interactive. Rick has just beaten Russ, and in so doing, Russ is required to follow any and all of Rick's orders. What would you like to see Rick do to Russ? Torture him, perhaps? Or maybe just let him be? E-mail me and let me know the specifics. If I like your suggestion, I'll include it in the next chapter.