Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2004 16:16:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: CloseTheCellarDoor <closethecellardoor@yahoo.com>
Subject: Evil is a Man:    Dog Eat Dog No More  ---- Chapter 6

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CHAPTER SIX


"Rick.  Get up."

Malcolm was shaking me awake.  "Huh?"

"We need to talk."  How many times had I heard that from Malcolm's mouth?

I sat up.  He was still in bed with me, sitting up beside me, the sheet
pulled up around his waist.

"Everyone is downstairs," he said.  "Let me tell you about my new plan."

Oh no.  I was still suffering guilt from his last plan.  Malcolm was nice
to me, but boy was he treacherous when it came to the rest of the house.

"What plan?"

"I'm going to be fighting Russ the Friday after next.  I absolutely need to
win that fight.  Now, Russ always has a pattern.  When I challenge him, he
always picks to fight in were form.  Then, because he's so much shorter
than me, he swipes around my legs.  Bites at them until I'm immobile, and
then runs around and attacks me from the rear.  He could try a similar
tactic if we were fighting man to man.  But not if we were fighting in our
wolf forms.  I know I'd clean up if we'd fight as wolves."

"Great," I said, really just wanting to go back to sleep.

"But he probably knows that too, that's why he never picks to fight wolf to
wolf.  That's where you come in.  I want you to convince him to fight me in
wolf form."

 "How am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know.  Make friends with him.  Use his ego against him.  Do
whatever it takes."

I shook my head.  "Russ hasn't said two words to me since I got here," I
said.  "He's not going to just wanna make friends with me all of the
sudden."

"Don't worry.  He's like that with everyone.  He doesn't say much.  But
you, you are a smart kid.  You'll be able to break through that.  You're
good at making friends."  He patted me on the head.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" I asked, sure that he didn't know me
at all if he thought I was good at making friends.  "Can't you just poison
him or something?"

"No.  No more poisoning.  We do things the honorable way this time."

I wasn't convinced that manipulating someone emotionally into throwing a
fight was doing things the honorable way, but I didn't argue.

After lunch I was eagerly trying to beat Matt's high scores in the
skateboarding game, when Malcolm came into the room, smiling, his crazy
eyes wide.

"Hey, looks like Russ is upstairs in his room," he said.

"Oh," I said, not wanting to quit my game.

His eyes opened wide.  "Well, get up there.  Try something."

"Aw, man."

I walked up to the third floor, scared to death that I was just going to
make an ass out of myself.  I was hardly ever up here, it seemed like it
was almost off limits.  Both doors were shut.  After psyching myself up, I
knocked on the door I knew to be Russ's.

"Yeah?"

I opened the door.  He was on his bed reading a book.  I was shocked.  It
was the first time I'd seen anyone read a book in this house.  He looked at
me without smiling.

"Hey, Russ," I said, trying to sound chummy.

"Yeah?" he said again.

"Uh, what are you doing?"  Stupid question.

He looked a little taken aback.  "What does it look like I'm doing?"  He
was condescending but never raised his voice.

I looked around his room, not wanting to make eye contact.  His room was
really organized and clean.  Again it was quite a shock, after seeing the
way Malcolm, Matt, and Cougar took care of their spaces.  Will was clean,
but he didn't really have any stuff, so he couldn't really be messy even if
he tried.

Maybe Russ was really concerned about cleanliness.  Maybe that was my way
in.

"Your room's really clean," I said.

"Yeah, so?"

"I like clean too, I mean, I like to clean.  It can be fun sometimes, don't
you think?  And it's important for sanitation reasons."  What was I saying?

"Great," he said.  "If you like cleaning so much you can start cleaning my
room.  It's clean now, but I'll call you when it needs some work."

"Oh, yeah, great," I said.

"Bye then," he said.

"Yeah, bye."

I left and shut the door, ready to pull my hair out as I left.

For the rest of the day I avoided being around Malcolm alone so I wouldn't
have to tell him how much I screwed up my assignment.

Case took me out for to take photos for my new ID's that afternoon.  We
went to some biker guy's basement to do it, it seemed really seedy and
suspicious.  Case took my old driver's license from me in the process.

"We should have your new ID in a few days," he said was we drove home in
the Chevy.

"Great," I said.

"The wolf community, what's left of it, they're really interested in you.
The word is spreading."

"Really?" I asked, feeling important suddenly.  "Do they know that I don't
have any special powers?"

"They know.  Everyone's a little relieved, too."

I wasn't relieved.  I would welcome any power, even though I was sure by
now that I wasn't going to get any.  Oh well.  If anyone tried to mess with
me, I had some pretty formidable werewolf friends to protect me.

That night Matt had bought a new game, a football game, and I was up late
playing with him.

When we decided to call it quits, Matt went upstairs to bed.  I looked at
the couch.  I realized I could actually sleep here if I wanted to.

But I was so comfortable in Malcolm's bed.  And there was always the
possibility of skin to skin contact.  I turned on my heels and headed
upstairs.

Malcolm didn't wake up as I came into the room.  In the dark, I stripped
down to my boxers.  As I started to get in bed, I noticed something
strange.  Malcolm was sleeping on his side, facing away from me.  The
covers were pulled to his upper thigh.  And staring at me, plain as day,
was his big, round butt, completely bare.

He wasn't wearing any underwear.  He must have discarded them thinking that
I wouldn't be bunking with him this night.  I wasn't sure if I should still
try to sleep with him.

I decided it didn't really matter.  After all, he told me I was always
welcome.  If he got mad, I could lie and say I didn't notice that he was
naked.

I got into bed with him, and he rolled onto his back.  That damn sheet was
covering up his cock, or else it would be in full view.

I turned away from him and tried to sleep, but I kept on having sexual
thoughts.  So I decided to try and repeat what I had done the night before
to blow off some steam.

I rolled over and looked at him.  The sheet was still blocking my access.
I carefully grabbed the top of it and folded it down.  I was shocked when I
saw what I uncovered.  Sure, I had felt it the night before, but it seemed
so much bigger to my eyes.

This time it was sprawled over his left hip, and it was HUGE, even though
it was completely soft.  Thick and super long.  The whole thing was dark,
but the head seemed a little lighter in color than the rest of it.

His balls were also completely in view.  They were medium sized, surrounded
by a mass of black, wrinkly scrotum.  They weren't that hairy, but neither
was the rest of him.

By this time I definitely hadn't let any steam off.  I absolutely needed to
touch it.  I had to bend farther over him this time to reach it because it
was resting on his left hip.  When I finally did, touch it with my fingers,
it seemed like heaven.  So smooth.  I traced my finger along its length,
feeling the different texture of his head.  Then I closed my hand around
it.  It seemed so much larger than my hand.  Really I would need two hands
to hold all if it soft.

I reached down and felt his balls.  They were loose and wrinkly, and his
hair scratched my hand.

He rolled back on his side suddenly, and I pulled my hand away, my heart
racing.  This was a dangerous game I was playing.

I rolled over and went to sleep.

*****

"Get up.  It's late."

He was waking me up again.  I opened my eyes.  He was sitting up in bed,
the sheet pulled just high enough to hide his cock without hiding his black
pubes.

"I didn't know you were sleeping in here last night," he said.  Was he
angry?  "But I'm glad you did.  This way we have a chance to talk."

"Okay," I said, rubbing my eyes.

"What happened with Russ yesterday?"

I gave him a quick rundown of our encounter.

"You're cleaning his room for him?  I told you to become his friend, not
his bitch."

"I can't do it.  It's like he has this stuck-up, introverted shell that is
completely impervious."

"Just try again.  Maybe you can ask him to go somewhere with you."  He put
his hands behind his head, but his arms were so long that his elbow hit me
in the head.  "Oh sorry," he said.

"I'll try," I grumbled.

He threw the sheet off his body and got out of bed.  Seeing his huge cock
dangle around as he walked across the room was spellbinding.  He put a pair
of boxers on, ending the show.

"We'll talk again later," he said, putting a pair of shorts on that weren't
super tight, but with his monstrous cock, didn't leave anything to the
imagination.  "I'm gonna go downstairs and get in a good workout.  Sleep in
here again tonight so we'll have a chance to talk."

"Okay."

He left, going shirtless.

I didn't come across Russ until the afternoon, when he came back home from
doing something.  I was hanging out with Cougar and Matt outside when he
arrived.

"Hey, Russ," I said.  "I was thinking about going to a movie later on.  You
wanna come?"

He looked at me, a little perplexed.  "Nah," he said.  "I'm not much of a
movie guy."

He went inside.  I should have known he didn't like movies.

"I'll go with you, Rick," said Matt.

"Me too," said Cougar.

Great.  Mission failed once again, and now I had to go to the movies with
those two.  Malcolm would think I was totally abandoning my assignment.

At least the movie was good, and we went out drinking afterwards.  We got
back late that night and everyone seemed to be sleeping.

I went into Malcolm's room.  He was asleep in bed, the covers pulled down
to his thigh.  He was naked again.  Apparently that was his preferred way
to sleep.

I stripped down to my underwear, ready to get to bed, when I had a thought.
If he slept in bed naked, and we were supposed to be partners, why couldn't
I do the same?  I took off my boxers, lifted the covers, and slid in next
to him.

It felt weird to be naked between the sheets.  Every movement I made felt a
little erotic as the soft fabric rubbed against my cock.

What if I got hard when I was sleeping?  I had to make sure that I was
facing away from him so he wouldn't see.  I don't usually move around much
while I'm sleeping anyway, so I'd be fine.

I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt movement in the bed.  He
was turning around, mumbling slightly in his sleep.  He put his left arm
over and around my chest, pulling me backwards into him, until he was
totally spooning me.  His body felt so warm behind my own.

His cock was lying on his right thigh, and was squeezed against the bottom
of my butt.  Feeling it touching me got me hard in a hurry.  I closed my
hand around my own cock, wishing I could jack off right here.

We stayed like that the rest of the night.

*****

"Get up."

He was shaking me.  I opened my eyes.

I had turned on my back.  He was also on his back, with his right arm under
and around my shoulders, shaking me.

The covers were off of us.  I looked down.  Thank god my cock was soft.  So
was his.

"What happened with Russ yesterday?" he asked in a hushed tone of voice.

"Nothing.  I'm telling you, he just doesn't like me."

He got out of bed, pulling his arm away from me.  "Well, keep trying," he
said.

Later on, Malcolm, Russ, and I all happened to be eating lunch at the same
time.  I was trying to concentrate on my sandwich, but Malcolm kept giving
me looks, nodding towards Russ.  I was being shoved into action.

"So, Russ," I said.

He looked up at me askance as he continued to chew.

"I see you're eating a turkey sandwich on white," I said.

He swallowed.  "Yeah, so?"

"I'm eating the same sandwich.  Turkey on white."  I raised my sandwich as
if toasting.

He just stared at me for a second.  "All we have is turkey and white bread,
so it's not that goddamn incredible that we're both eating it, is it?"

I looked towards Malcolm.  He was avoiding eye contact.  Before I could say
anything more, Case came into the room.

"Russ and Malcolm," he said.  "I don't have to remind you that the full
moon is tomorrow night, do I?"

"Nope," said Malcolm.  Russ shook his head.

"What happens then?" I asked.  Since they could turn into wolves at
anytime, I didn't see what impact the full moon could have on them.

"Will didn't tell you?" asked Case.

"No."

"You'll see tomorrow."  He left the room then, and the rest of us went back
to our lunch.

That afternoon I was hanging out with Matt in the backyard when Russ came
out to find us.

"Hey, you, kid," he said pointing at me as if he didn't know my name.
"Come upstairs to my room."

Matt gave me an inquisitive look as I followed Russ into the house.  I was
excited.  Maybe he noticed how friendly and open I was trying to be with
him lately, and was ready to really let me in.

When we got into his room, he pointed at a broom, bucket and mop, and other
cleaning supplies on the floor.

"Here you go.  I like the bed made and the windows sparkling.  And the
floor better be clean, got it?  Don't just shove the dirt around.  Get it
out of here."

He turned around and left.  What had I gotten myself into?

His room was so large it took me several hours to clean it.  I did
everything meticulously perfect.  The real time consuming part was cleaning
his bathroom.  It was really big, with a huge shower that took up about a
5' x 5' section of the room.  There wasn't any door or curtain to the
shower; you just walked right into it like in a locker room.  But that
meant that there were water spots all over the rest of the bathroom from
the splashing.  It took ages to get it all clean.

After I had finished, I was sweaty, tired, and needing a shower.  I found
Russ downstairs and he came up to give it an inspection.  I felt nervous,
even though I knew I didn't cut any corners.

He looked around the room, touching this and that, looking at his bed.
"Pretty good," he said after coming out of his bathroom.  "What about the
floor?  Is it really clean?"

"Yeah, it's clean," I said.

"Prove it," he said, looking at me with those intense eyes.  "Lick it."

I laughed.  "What?  Are you kidding?"

"I don't kid.  Do it."

I just stood there.  I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do.

Before I could back away, he had my arm pinned behind my back and had
pushed me by the back of my neck towards the ground.  My nose touched the
wood of the floor.  "Do it!" he said.

I opened my mouth, and stuck my tongue out, licking the floor.  It tasted
mildly like the floor cleaner I used, although I wasn't about to complain
about the taste.

He let me go.  "Good," he said.  "You did good."

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Yep.  You can go now."

I left his room, went downstairs to the bathroom, and washed the bad taste
out of my mouth.  Now it was clear to me; Russ was totally insane.

That night I relayed the incident to Malcolm as we got undressed for bed.
He had stripped down to nothing, and I did the same thing, pretending like
it was completely normal.

"It's good that you're around him more than before," he said as he got
under the covers.  "But you need to get closer with him.  Get to know him.
If you're his slave, you're not gonna be able to influence him, will you?"

"No," I said, turning off the light and getting into bed.

"Just keep trying.  You still have a week and a half."

I didn't know if that was enough time, but didn't voice my concerns.  We
both turned on our sides away from each other, and fell asleep.

I woke up again that night as he pulled me into his arms.  This time,
instead of his legs being curved up against mine, they were straight down
the bed, so there was less skin to skin contact, unfortunately.  My back
was against his chest, and I felt his pubes scratching my tailbone, but
couldn't feel his cock against me.

I remembered several nights before when I had turned around under his arm
to face him.  He hadn't woken up.  I decided to try this maneuver again.

I twisted my body around until I was facing him.  Then I wrapped my right
arm around his back and pulled myself towards him.  My head was against his
collar, and our bodies were pressed together.  My cock was pressed into his
pubic hair, and it started to get hard.  I didn't worry about it; I knew he
wouldn't feel it anyway.

But what I was really hoping for was to feel his huge cock against me.
Unfortunately, his own cock was stuck between his thighs, leaving it
unavailable to me.

Horny as hell, I decided to free his cock from its confinement.  I reached
my left hand down between us.  I stuck it into the cleft of his two thighs.
His left thigh was so heavy that I really had to push to get my hand in
there.

I found the treasure with my fingertips.  I pushed my hand in further,
until my wrist disappeared into him.  I wrapped my fingers around his soft
cock, squeezing it tight.  Then I slowly pulled it out from between his
thighs.

Once I had freed it, I pulled it by the head all the way up.  It snaked
along my own hard cock.

I felt a throb in my hand, and I dropped his cock.  I had gone too far.

I wanted to roll over onto my other side before he woke up.  But as I tried
to turn, he pulled me tighter against him with his arm.  I couldn't budge.
His cock throbbed more against me.  It was moving on it's own as it snaked
to life.

Was he awake?  I listened carefully.  I could tell by his breathing that he
wasn't.

His cock seemed to be fully hard.  It felt like we had a thermos held
between our bodies.

I wanted to touch it with my hand, but I didn't dare move.  After a few
minutes, I could feel it starting to shrink as his head retreated down
towards his legs.

I didn't know if I ever got soft before I fell asleep, trapped in his arms.

*****

When I woke up I was alone in bed, naked.  Malcolm was gone from the room.

I wondered what position we were in when he had woken up.  I hoped we
weren't pressed together like we had been the night before.

I was eating breakfast with Matt when I asked him what sort of interests
Russ had, hoping I would find a way to connect with him.

"Russ?  He's interested in politics.  Especially everything involving the
military.  He's always reading books about that kind of stuff."

That wasn't that helpful.  Political science was never my strong point, and
I didn't know anything about the military.

"Yeah, and what else?  What does he like to go out and do?"

"He doesn't go out much.  Oh, I know.  He likes to go out jogging.  He's
always going out for jogs."

Armed with this new information, I changed into a pair of shorts and a
T-shirt and knocked on his door.

"Enter," he said.

I walked in.  He was on his bed reading, never looking at me as I came in.

"Hey Russ," I said.  "I was about to go jogging.  Do you want to come?"

He paused.  "Jogging?  Sure, I'll go."  He set down his book and got off
the bed.  "Give me a few minutes to change."

I left, feeling exuberant.  My plan was working.  For the first time, we'd
be doing something as peers.  Now, I'd have to get him talking when we were
out there, but that should be easy.

He came downstairs wearing a pair of gray shorts and a matching T-shirt.
He handed me a towel.

"Here, take this," he told me.  "You can hold it for me when we're
jogging."

"Oh, great," I said.

We walked out the door, into the warm day.

"Where were you planning on jogging?" he asked me.

"I don't know, wherever."

"We'll take my route," he said.  "Follow me."

He took off at a quick pace down the street, and I had to run hard to catch
up with him.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?"  I had to keep the conversation flowing.

"Yeah," he said.

That wasn't working.  I needed a more open ended question.  "So, Russ, how
bout that military?"

"What military?"

"Ours.  The US military."

"What about it?"

"Uh, it's pretty great, isn't it?"

He gave me an odd look.  "It's the greatest force in the history of
mankind."

"Yeah.  Wow.  You know, I almost joined before I decided to go to MIT."  I
was completely bullshitting.

He raised an eyebrow.  "Really?  You almost joined?"

"Yeah."

"I'm surprised.  Well it would have done you some good."

By this time I was happy that I had gotten him to actually use complete
sentences with me, and I wanted to keep questioning him.  Trouble was, I
was breathing hard, and I was already as tired as hell.  I said I wanted to
go for a jog, but he was running too damned fast!

"So how long were you in the Marines?" I asked, panting.

"Nine years and three months.  Then I was bitten, and had to disappear.  I
sure do miss it though."

"Oh yeah?"  Now I was really huffing.  "That must be tough."

"If you're tired you shouldn't try to talk," he said.  "Just concentrate on
breathing."

He was right, I couldn't really talk anymore.

As we kept running, I got so winded I thought my lungs would burst.  He
stopped suddenly by a park bench.

"I think you need to take a break," he said.

I nodded and sat down.

"Give me my towel."

I handed it to him and he started wiping the sweat of his face and neck.

"You're really out of shape," he said.  "You should come jogging with me
more often.  If you keep pushing yourself you'll get into shape pretty damn
quick."

The idea of ever going jogging with him again made me want to keel over and
vomit.  But I nodded and smiled anyway.

He patted my head.  "Good.  We'll go again tomorrow.  Ready to continue?"

When we got back to the house all I had the energy to do was to lie on the
couch and pass out.

That evening, I woke up to all sorts of commotion coming from the back of
the house.  I sleepily walked back towards the kitchen.

Case was holding the back door open.  Out back, I could see Matt coming
towards us, holding a limp body in his arms.  He had just exited the garage
door.

"Is that guy dead?" I asked, alarmed.

"No, he's just unconscious."

Confused, I watched as Matt carried him into the kitchen.  Then the
familiarity of the man struck me.  White, in his thirties, had a big gut.

"It's one of the men from the pool hall!" I said.

Matt carried him downstairs.  Outside, I could see into the garage.
Malcolm was pulling another man out of the Chevy.  Then Cougar followed
behind, carrying the smallest man.

All three were from the pool hall.

"What's going on?  How did you find these guys?"

Case looked back at me.  "We had their ID's.  We just picked them up."

I followed Case down the stairs.

"You're kidnapping them?" I asked.

They took the men downstairs to the kennel, setting them on the ground.

"They'll wake up soon," said Russ, who was waiting down there.  "Better get
Will down here."

"I'm here," said Will, walking down the stairs behind us.

They were all starting to get into the kennel with the unconscious men.

"What's going on?" I said.  "What are you going to do with them?"

"We're going to kill them," said Will.

"What?  Why?"

"It's a full moon," said Case.  "In a few minutes, when the sky gets dark,
we'll change too."

"Into our were form," said Matt.  "The full moon forces us too."

I shook my head.  "But, you do that all the time.  What's the difference
tonight?"

"Tonight," said Case, "tonight we truly become animals.  Savage.
Uncontrollable.  That's why we lock ourselves in."

"In with those men?" I asked.

Will cut in.  "Stop prancing around and just tell the kid.  Every full
moon, we need to eat human flesh or we die.  Once the moon rises, all we'll
do is search for it, fight for it.  If we weren't locked in here, you'd be
dead for sure, as would dozens of others on the block.  These three guys,
they're the sacrifice that keeps us alive.  If we don't kill them tonight,
we die instead."

"I'm locking the gate," said Russ.  "Is everyone ready?"

"I'll enjoy this," said Malcolm.  "These guys don't deserve life."

I looked at Case.  "These guys are jerks, but that's no reason to kill
them!"

Case frowned at me.  "Look, we have to kill or we die.  We always make sure
that when we kill, it's the scum of humanity that we're killing."

I didn't know what to say.  I didn't want them to murder these poor guys,
but I couldn't suggest that they kill themselves instead.  I thanked God
that I wasn't a werewolf.  Before, it had looked cool.  Now I was seeing
the grim reality of it.

"What should I do?" I asked.

Will looked at me.  "Stay here, and watch.  See exactly what being a wolf
means.  Without that, you'll never really know who we are."

The idea of watching these three men ripped to shreds terrified me.

Case reached his hand through the bars and grabbed my shoulder.  "Don't
stay.  Go upstairs.  The basement is sound proof, so you won't be able to
hear anything.  Don't concern yourself with this."

One of the men in the back was starting to groan.  Cougar had walked over
to him, starting to kick him.

"Get up and get ready to die, you fucking bigot," he said.

"Here it comes," said Matt, clenching his teeth and closing his eyes.

All of their bodies started to expand.  Their muscles looked like they were
about to burst through their skin.

I didn't want to see this.  I ran up the stairs, closing the door as I
started to hear clothing start to rip.  As I went into the kitchen, I
noticed the sun had completely set.

I paced around the house for a while, extremely disturbed.  Eventually, I
calmed down.  It was sick what they were doing, but it was necessary.  I
just didn't want to think about it.

I looked at the calendar.  The word "full moon" was circled in red.  Then
it occurred to me.  It was just eleven days away from my birthday.  I had
completely lost track of time.  Here, nobody would know.  Oh well.  I never
really enjoyed my birthday all that much anyway.

I ate dinner, watched a couple movies on TV, and went to sleep in Malcolm's
bed.

*****

I woke up when the door opened.  The pale morning light had filled the
room.  Malcolm shut the door behind him.  He had a towel around his waste,
which he dropped, as he slid into bed next to me naked.

"Go back to sleep," he said.

I shut my eyes again.

Later on that morning, I felt a hand shaking me.

"You awake?" asked Malcolm as I opened my eyes.  Why did he always ask me
that when the answer was obvious?

"I am now," I said, rolling onto my back.  He was sitting beside me.

"What happened with you and Russ today?"  Back to business as usual.

I told him about the jog and Russ's future jogging invitation.

"That's perfect," he said.

"Look, Malcolm, I don't know.  I feel bad manipulating him like that."

"What do you mean?  It's no big deal.  You want me to be alpha, right?"

"Yeah," I said, looking away from him.

"Well, this is what it's gonna take.  He'll never know."

I didn't say anything, and didn't look his way.  He must have sensed I was
still troubled, because he put his arm around my head and pulled my body up
against his.

"You and me, we're like brothers, right?  You know I'd never fuck you over.
How many of the others can you say that of?  None, right?  Not Russ.  He's
a mean motherfucker."

"Yeah, okay," I said.

He pulled away from me and hopped out of bed.

"What did you do with the bodies?" I asked.

He laughed.  "You mean what was left?  We got rid of them.  The place is
clean again, don't worry."  Then he left the room.

I got up and headed downstairs.  Before I could get any breakfast, Russ had
intercepted me.  He was already in his green jogging shorts and T-shirt,
which he tucked into the shorts in a very military fashion.

"Get dressed and let's go," he said.

"Can't we go jogging after I've had time to wake up?"

"It's ten fucking thirty already.  We go now before it starts to heat up.
Move it, kid!"

Grumbling, I went back upstairs and changed into shorts and a T-shirt.

He went slower that time, for my sake I'm sure, so I had a little more time
for small talk this time around before I got fatigued.

"Hey Russ," I said, panting a bit.  "How did this den start?  I mean, who's
been here the longest?"

"Me.  I used to be alpha here.  Mathew's been around a long time.  So has
Case, but he's only been alpha for a few years."

"Wow.  Do you ever wish you were alpha again?"

He thought about that for a moment.  "Kid, there's just one thing to say.
There's no big difference between sixth or fifth, regardless of what Cougar
might tell you.  But there's a huge difference between first and second.  I
wasn't meant to be beta.  I was a good leader and I enjoyed it."

"What about Case?  Do you think he makes a good alpha?"

"Case is a really decent man.  But decency alone doesn't cut it.  An alpha
should be strict.  A disciplinarian.  Look at the bunch of them.  Case lets
them run wild.  When I was an alpha, all the wolves under me were kept on a
short leash.  But Case is too nice for his own good."

I performed a little better that day than the day before, although when we
got home, I was soaked with sweat, and he behaved as if he had just been
for a stroll around the block.

"You should think about hitting the weights downstairs.  You know how to
use them?"

"No," I said.  I had never used a weight room.  I avoided the one in High
School because I knew I was so weak I'd probably just get teased.

"I'm gonna work out tomorrow afternoon.  Meet me downstairs at three.  You
can wipe down the machines after I use them.  And I'll show you the
basics."

"Okay, thanks," I said, feeling both happy that I'd have another excuse to
be around him, and anxious about having to pump iron in front of such a
strong guy.

That night, Malcolm stayed up watching TV with me until late.  When we
headed for the bedroom, I told him about my conversation with Russ as he
undressed.

"Good.  You're getting in closer with him.  See?  He's willing to talk to
you.  Keep him talking."

"I feel bad," I said.  "He's starting to trust me.  Tomorrow he wants me to
work out with him."

I stripped off my clothes in front of him, and then hopped into bed beside
him.  The covers were pulled down so that both of our cocks were just sort
of hanging out there.

"Good.  Men always spill their guts in the gym if you keep them talking.
You prepared to do that?"

"I guess so," I said.

"You gotta try and make him choose wolf for next week's fight.  Try teasing
him, insult him, say he's too chicken shit to pick wolf.  He'll do it to
prove you wrong."

I groaned.  "I'm not going to do that.  He'll probably just kick my ass."

He laughed.  "Oh, is that what you're afraid of?"

"Yeah.  Russ is crazy."

"Look at you. You're the chicken shit.  It's cause you got no balls."  He
reached down quickly between my legs and enveloped my cock with his huge
hand.  "See?  You got a wimpy little dick.  That's why you're such a
pussy."

He shook around his hand as he said this.  I tried desperately to stop
myself from getting hard, but it was no use.  I throbbed in his hand,
coming to life.  I was mortified.

He laughed, looking between my legs, his crazy eyes big.  "Oh, you like
that, little dick?  You like feeling a big man's hand smother you like
that?"

He squeezed my cock harder, pulling his hand slowly down my shaft.  He took
his hand away, and moved it to his own cock, which had remained soft.  He
started jiggling it around.

"You like my big cock, don't you kid?" he asked me.

I didn't respond.

He kept jiggling that thing, and it started to get longer and thicker.

"I've seen you looking at it when I undress.  It's big, ain't it?  Does it
frighten you?"

Again, I didn't answer, I just stared as his cock grew to its full length.
It was the first time I had gotten a good look at it.  It must have been
nine inches long, and hugely fat.  It seemed so large to me that it looked
almost grotesque.

"You must be jealous of it.  I would be too if I had your baby cock.  I bet
you've never seen one this big, have you?  Go on, touch it."

I didn't move.  I looked into his eyes.  He was smiling in his goofy way.

"Touch it."

I reached my hand out and touched the head with my fingertips.

"That's it," he said.  "Now put your hand around it and stroke it.  Don't
be afraid."

I wrapped my hand around the fat, hard shaft, right beneath the rim of his
head.  I barely covered half of it.  I used my left hand to wrap around the
bottom half of it.  It felt so huge and powerful under my fingers.  I
started stroking him up and down with both hands.

"See?  It likes you.  No reason to be scared of it."

I kept stroking.

"Go ahead and taste it if you like," he said, smiling at me.

I leaned down, sticking my tongue out, and tentatively tasted the head.
Smooth and slightly salty.

"Keep on licking it," he said, pivoting his cock towards my mouth.

I returned my tongue to his flesh.  I hungrily licked all over the head,
and under the rim.

"Suck on it," he said.

I wanted to more then anything.  I tried to put my lips around it, but I
couldn't.  It was so big I could only get the tip of the head into my
mouth.  I lifted off of him.

"It's too big," I said.

"Are you sure?  Try again."

I tried desperately to fit in into my mouth, but it was no use.

"Shit," he said.  "This always happens.  It takes a big woman to take my
dick."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Let me fuck you in the ass instead," he said.

I was stunned.  "Are you nuts?  If I can't fit it in my mouth, it's not
going in my ass.  You'd split me in two with that thing."

He groaned.  "Fine.  Just lick it then until I get off."  He grabbed the
back of my head and pushed it down towards him.

I returned to my licking, this time going all the way down the shaft and
tasting his pubes with my tongue.  It took me ages before I had covered the
whole thing with my saliva.

"Go for the head," he said.

I licked around the head.  I noticed that he really didn't produce any
precum.  I was definitely leaking some of my own.  After about ten minutes
of licking, my tongue was getting unbelievable dry.

Finally, he orgasmed.  He leaned over onto his side, with his cock pointing
towards me, and shot his load all over my chest.  It was about the same
amount of semen that Cougar had produced.

He wiped the tip of his dick against my neck, smearing out all the
remaining semen onto me.

"Go ahead and take care of yourself," he said as his cock started to
deflate.

I wrapped my hand around my cock and pumped like a maniac as I lay on my
back, staring down at his semen on my chest.  Soon, I was having an orgasm
of my own, adding to his semen.

I was spent and extremely sticky.

"You're covered with cum.  Go get cleaned up," he said.

I got out of bed, looked out into the hall to make sure nobody was looking,
and ran to the bathroom door.  I took a shower, washing all the sticky
semen off my body, and then, freshly cleaned, returned to bed.

Malcolm was already asleep when I got there.  He was facing away from me on
his side.  I was disappointed.  I had hoped he would want to talk to me
about what we had just done.  Was he attracted to me or was I just an easy
way to get off, like I had been with Cougar?  Were things going to get more
intimate between us, or was I just being used?

I wanted to hold his body against mine, but I didn't.  Instead, I turned
away from him, pulling the covers over my naked body.

TO BE CONTINUED