Date: Thu, 8 May 2008 20:11:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Teague teague Subject: Werewolf and Son Chapter Two DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and an adult male... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful then please leave now. If you enjoy the story feel free to send your comments. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Author's Note: Thanks for all the supportive emails. I'm happy so many of you like my new story and my first venture into the supernatural. I'm working on the next chapter now! Enjoy! Teague Teague1007@yahoo.com Copyright 2008 Teague, All Rights Reserved. Werewolf and Son By Teague CHAPTER TWO Michael sniffed in the air and moved to the bed. He leaned down and smelled the sheets. His Son's scent was all over them. He inhaled deeply and when he moved up to the pillow he smelled something very familiar. He reached underneath and found his jockstrap from the day before. He lifted it up to his face. It still had his smell, but only a werewolf would have detected it. It had been sucked almost to the point of being clean. The entire pouch had been worked over but the strap that went around the waist still smelled of him. Cleary the boy had priorities Michael thought with a smile. He moved to put it back but then thought otherwise. He opened his pants and pushed the jockstrap inside, rubbing it all over his cock and balls. He wrapped the pouch around his thick shaft and began to stroke his prick. He twisted his hand around for a moment and brought the jockstrap back up to his face. The boy would get more use out of it now. He placed it back under his Son's pillow and zipped up his pants. About forty minutes later Michael greeted Chase outside as he came back from the mall with Wendy and his daughter. Chase's face glowed with happiness at the site of him and he noticed the boy's cheeks reddened with blood. Chase's eyes ran over his bare arms as lifted his large toolbox up from the floor. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt because of the heat but mostly because he wanted to show off his muscles, which Chase quickly noticed. "I've got it" Wendy said when he moved forward to take the bags out of her hand. Chase gathered up as many as he could while four year old Emma pushed her stroller. "Besides your hands are dirty" Mike looked down at his hands and grinned at her giving her a kiss on the lips. He bent down as Emma went past to give her a kiss as well. Emma rewarded him with a big smile and a "Hi Dad". "She doesn't like it when I help out too much" he said to Chase, who stopped in front of his Father. He scratched the back of his head with one hand and Chase's eyes immediately took in the site of his armpit and thick bicep. Michael purposely let his hand linger for a while to give his Son a moment. "Something about independence or a woman's right to vote or something like that" Chase grinned up at him and as he moved to pass, Michael leaned down and kissed him on his forehead, letting out a little of the Alpha in him to wash over the boy. He saw Chase's body trembled from the feeling as he looked up with his haunting eyes. "I missed you tiger" Tiger was something he called Chase when they were alone. The boy had never heard his Father say that in front of anyone else. He had names for everyone in the family. Emma was princess and Wendy was angel. Although he used those names freely with others around, Chase's name was for just the two of them. "I missed you too Dad" Chase's knees felt a little weak as his Father's muscled body leaned over him, blocking his way. He flashed Chase a bright smile. "I can't get enough of that you know" Chase creased his brow in confusion so Michael finished his thought. "Of you calling me `Dad'" Chase nodded and Michael pointed to the house. "Go put that stuff away and come back outside so we can spend some time together alright?" Chase walked away on a cloud of complete bliss as he felt his Dad's large hand pat him on the ass. He moved as quickly as he could, helping Wendy put everything away while Emma tended to one of her dolls. He went up to the loft to drop off a book he bought and a shirt that Wendy insisted he have. As he passed the bed he immediately felt an overwhelming desire. He looked at his bed; the pillow to be exact. He walked over and lifted it up. His Father's jockstrap lay there like a prized treasure. Chase brought the garment up to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent of his Father hit him like a wave making the hair on his neck stand on end. His cock throbbed with desire as Chase put the jockstrap in his mouth and sucked on it. He moaned at the flavor of his Dad's sweat as his mouth watered around it. Images of the handsome blonde man ran through his mind while he moaned softly. Outside Mike had paused near the toolbox, one ear on his Son's movements. The werewolf in him clearly heard the sound of his Son's sucking, as if he stood next to him. He smiled to himself and said out loud. "That's my boy" DeMarco watched them from a safe distance. Wendy never left Chase's side, not that Patrick could come out in the daylight anyway. There was another opportunity coming though and DeMarco thought it would be the perfect place for a meeting between his Thrall and Chase. A carnival was coming. It came every year bringing hundreds of people to the rides, bright lights and food. With so many around the Alpha would find it more difficult to notice Patrick and DeMarco wanted to test his power against the man. He thought he could mask Patrick from him with so many others around. He himself had come within a half mile of Michael during the State Fair and the wolf never noticed. Of course the sixty or so people between them helped and DeMarco, to give himself credit, was no pushover himself. Vampires didn't so much sense a presence the way wolves did, they could see it. An aura of supernatural light surrounded those gifted with abilities far from human. A Werewolf gave off a yellow glow that vampires could see, so it was easier for DeMarco to track Michael than the other way around. But Michael was an animal at heart and once he locked on to Patrick, the boy was doomed. DeMarco would have to whisk his Thrall away with quickness before the wolf could strike him down. Usually in public the peace was kept even when everyone's identity was known. No one wanted a fight when humans were around to watch, especially hundreds of them. No, he could wait. The Alpha was too good a prize to rush and DeMarco didn't live as long as he did by taking chances. Chase stood near his Dad as the big man worked on the tractor engine. He handed him tools when he asked for them and noticed his Father had no trouble lifting the massive wrenches that Chase needed all his body strength just to pass. He would call Chase over and point things out to him and Chase used the opportunity to be near his Dad and smell the incredible odor that lifted from his muscled body. If he was ever too far away, his Dad would reach out an arm and pull him closer. Chase had to fight the urge to hug the man. He barely heard what his Dad said, his mind focused on the large muscles in the strong body and the way the sweat would run slowly down his neck. As usual when he was this close he became hard and made sure to face the other way so his Dad wouldn't see. He didn't know that Michael knew every detail of Chase's feeling already and even if a brick wall separated them it wouldn't have mattered. Chase looked over his Dad's massive frame when he stretched out to work on a coolant hose deep inside the engine. Every muscle was developed. The power he had was incredible. Chase licked his lips as his eyes ran up his Father's rippled side to the light blonde hair in his armpit. Sweat had formed and Chase had to put a hand on the tractor to steady himself. He breathed deeply and felt the power of the Alpha intoxicate him. "Dad..." Chase moaned before he realized it. Michael came out and looked at him inquiringly for a moment and then grinned. He wiped his hands off on his jeans and moved to the back of the tractor motioning Chase to follow him. "I want to show you something" He looked around to make sure they were alone. "Your mom told me about what you did to those boys who were bothering you" He put one hand on his Son's shoulder. "Don't worry about what happens next. I'll explain everything" He grinned and reached down, taking hold of the back of the massive farm vehicle. His huge biceps flared out and his legs stretched the fabric of his jeans. The back of the tractor came off the ground! Michael looked at his Son and gave him a big smile. "Not bad huh?" Chase was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his eyes. Pushing other kids around was one thing, but this shouldn't have been possible. His Father was clearly a powerful man, but the tractor's weight was measured in tons not pounds. He looked down to see his Dad's large feet sink into the soft earth from the heavy load he held. His back was flared out, showing off his strength. "Pretty cool huh?" he asked him. Chase nodded and his Dad set the huge machine down. He wiped his hands off on his dirty jeans and looked around again. "I was worried about you when your mom told me what you did. The truth is Chase, it was one in a hundred that you would get my...genes...so to speak" he picked his words carefully. There was something else though. Chase could smell his Father so strongly it almost made him dizzy. He grabbed the tractor and looked at his Dad, not caring if he saw his erection or not. Michael answered his silent question. "That's a side effect. It's a way of marking my presence. It's not something I can really turn off but only someone...like us...would even notice it" He moved close to his Son and lifted his head up with one hand. "Like it?" He already knew the answer but waited for Chase to nod anyway. He leaned down and sniffed the boy's face. "I like it too" Then he did something that broke the spell. He licked Chase on the neck. Chase put his small hands on his Dad for support. "How?" He had never felt more confused in his life. Michael swallowed his Son's sweat. It filled his mouth with a burst of flavor that his entire body was in tune with. He would have licked the boy clean if he thought he could get away with it. He settled for what he had and grinned. "It's where your speed comes from Chase. It's one of the first things you get. Then the strength comes next, followed by the sense of smell and hearing" He closed the distance between the two of them and squatted down in front of Chase. "That's why I love the way you smell Chase...and the way you taste" He held his Son's hips and licked the other side of the boy's neck. He looked at him and then tilted his head to the side, offering himself to Chase. Chase didn't need another invitation. He quickly leaned in and took a long lick at his Dad's sweaty neck. His mouth exploded and his cock raged in his pants. His arms wrapped themselves around his Father's shoulders and he licked at him hungrily over and over again. "That's it Son. Taste me" He pulled Chase against his chest and ran his big hands across his Son's slender back. Chase moaned loudly and he felt the boy's teeth sink gently into him as he alternated between licking and sucking on him. "I know what you need. Go ahead boy" He ran his hands lovingly across his Son and pulled him against his body. A long moment past before Wendy leaned out the front door and called for Michael. He held Chase tight and called back from around the tractor that he would be right there. He heard the door close and he gently pulled Chase away. He looked at the boy's blue eyes. They were shining bright, just like he knew they would be. He used his power to settle the boy down and Chase's breathing slowly came back to normal. He blinked and looked at his Dad as if from waking. "That's me too" he explained. "I can let it out of you and I can calm it down" He gripped the boy's shoulders in his hands and kissed his mouth lovingly. "Tonight, you'll know the rest, I promise" He gave him a smile and patted him on the back. "Let's go help out inside" Patrick looked at himself in the polished metal, his strong lean muscles and floppy curly brown hair made him look like a model. He picked out the clothes he would wear and set them to the side for his date with Chase. He had a pair of wore jeans with rips in the leg to show off his flesh and a tight tee shirt that outlined his chest and arms nicely. He tugged at his curly hair and smiled. Brilliant. It wasn't that a vampire didn't cast an image; they just didn't cast one in a mirror. A mirror was a window to the soul, supernaturally speaking, and a vampire didn't have one of those. Cameras and metals still captured them however so the loft was equipped with a large, heavily polished, stainless steel plate. The image wasn't perfect, but it would do. He lifted up his big cock and watched as it swelled in his hand. DeMarco looked on from nearby. Patrick liked it when he was watched. He didn't care so much by whom, he just like being the center of attention. "Perfect" he heard DeMarco say. He grinned at the ancient vampire. "Thank you Master" He lifted up a pair of pants. "Should I put these on?" DeMarco shook his head. "No. I like you this way" Patrick nodded and walked to his Master, kneeling at his feet. He reached up with one hand and felt for the lump of hard flesh he knew would be there. "Shall I pleasure you my Lord?" He didn't wait for an answer. He never did. He unzipped DeMarco's pants and tugged out his big dick, engulfing it in his warm mouth hungrily. He heard his Master moan as he swallowed the man whole. DeMarco held the boy's head and began to fuck his throat, sawing his solid prick in and out as the teenager sucked him eagerly. The boy wanted his cum. To a vampire it was almost as potent as blood. Giving a Thrall either one made them more powerful, and Patrick wanted power more than anything. He didn't have a tenth of his Master's skill yet. Walking outside in daylight was not an option, not even in shadow. It wouldn't matter how much blood his Master gave him, it would take a century before he would get that ability. Casting fire about with his mind and flying were also far beyond him. Right now the only thing DeMarco could give him was more physical strength and speed, and for now it that was enough. "Heed me well Patrick" DeMarco said to his Thrall. "The wolf is dangerous. If you're caught by him it will mean death. Don't let the power I gave you lull you into a false sense of security. He's as powerful as I am, maybe more so. The child means everything to him and I'm counting on that. Don't fail me!" Patrick sucked deeply and felt the man swell inside his throat. He would prove himself worthy. The boy would fall. He would make sure of it! He reached up and gripped his Master's hands and DeMarco did exactly what he knew he would. He fucked his mouth harder. That night Michael and Chase waited until Wendy and Emma were asleep. He moved to the open window in the loft dressed in his shorts, running shoes and tee shirt. "Time to have fun" He took off his shoes and socks and set them near Chase's bed. He pulled off his shirt and pointed to the window. "Watch this" He took a running start and hurled himself through it while Chase ran after him. He landed far below, his feet absorbing the impact easily. He looked up grinning. "Well?" "Dad!" Chase called. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine" He smiled. "You coming?" Chase looked alarmed. He didn't expect him to jump out the window did he? "Dad?" he called again. "I can't..." "Chase. I won't let anything happen to you. You're safe. Trust me" He waited. Chase moved to the edge of the window and looked down. It looked far. Like seven miles far. He felt the sweat run down his back. His Father was smiling and his eyes seemed to glow. Chase felt different when he stared into them. Everything really was alright. He just didn't know why. He walked off the side and fell through the air. Wind rushed through his hair and his Father's eyes held him steady, wrapping him in a protective blanket. At the last second his Dad quickly moved away and Chase felt his legs bend deep at the knees. He felt nothing. No broken bones, so split tendons, no ruptured blood vessels. He looked up at the window so far above him. His Dad was grinning. "Welcome to the family Son" And then he took off like a bullet, running away and toward the field. Chase immediately ran after him, pulling off his shirt as he did. His Dad looked back and flashed his glowing blue eyes. "Show me what you got tiger!" They reached the trees and Chase thought for a moment they would be stopping. His Dad wasn't wearing any shoes after all, but the man didn't stop, he wove past the first tree and dropped into the darkness. Chase slowed down at the tree line. He looked around and saw his Dad about twenty feet up, rounding another trunk. He could see him! That should have been impossible. It was dark. No moonlight reached down this far through the woods. "Dad!" Chase saw a pair of glowing blue eyes framed by his Dad's handsome face. "Chase! Come to me Son!" Chase moved forward but his Dad didn't wait for him. Instead he bolted away, and Chase watched with awe and some terror as his Father sprung off the ground and planted both feet on the side of a tree, launching himself at high speed. He landed far away on his hands. Chase could see the massive biceps flex under the weight of his body and his powerful legs came forward and met the ground again to take the brunt of the load. He was gone! "Oh my God!" Chase said, frozen in place. "How the hell?" He listened all around. He heard leaves moving in the distance, but they were too far. Surely his Dad couldn't be that far in such a short time. The sound circled and moved behind him. Chase spun around but no one was there. He heard his name called. Then he heard it again, but it was from the other direction! "Dad!" Now Chase was scared. The leap, his strength, it was all catching up to him. "What are you?" He heard a twig snap and his Father was right behind him, grinning. "I'm your Father Chase" He was so handsome. His big chest and hairy arms seemed to glow under the soft blue light his eyes cast off. "Don't ever...ever...be afraid of me" He reached out with one hand and cupped the back of his Son's head. He leaned down and kissed his lips. "I love you" Chase loved this moment. He had waited to hear this from his own Father all his life. There was one response and only one. "I love you too Dad" Michael smiled at him and stepped back. He pushed his shorts down his legs and stepped out of them, standing completely nude in front of his Son. "Get undressed and run with me" Chase moved as if in a dream. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He took of his shorts and threw them to the side, his eyes never leaving his Father's big cock. It was just like Chase imagined it would be, thick and full of power, just like the rest of his incredible body. Michael looked over his Son and licked his lips. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his heavy prick and began to pull on it. Chase watched and Michael let go so his Son cold look at it. It began rise. Michael smiled with amusement as Chase was kept mesmerized by his prick. He used the opportunity to look over his boy. He had already sucked his Son off, but the boy had been asleep then. Having him awake and in front of him made Michael throb with anticipation. Chase responded to his Father by getting an instant hard-on. He moved forward and knelt before Chase. He pushed his face against the boy's dick and breathed in his smell. He felt Chase's hand on his head and Michael opened his mouth and licked at his Son's hard prick. He felt the boy tremble and he reached between his legs and held him up. He sucked his balls in his mouth and heard the boy moan loudly. "Dad!" Michael moved to the boy's hard cock and took the whole thing in one hungry gulp. Chase was too sensitive and Michael had to ease up or the boy would cum in his mouth within moments. He took one hard suck and stood up in front of his Son. He brought his fingers up to Chase's mouth and watched proudly as Chase immediately sucked on them. He pulled them away and kissed his soft lips before he stepped back. He took his dick in his hand and openly stroked it in front of Chase. Then he bolted away and turned with a grin. "Come get me!" His Father moved like lightening. Chase found himself running after his Dad before he even realized it. Something inside of him was coming out and whatever it was, it felt good. Chase's small legs ate up the ground and his lithe body weaved between the large trees with little effort. What he lacked in speed against his Dad, he made up for in agility. His Father's powerful legs were like giant springs and Chase had to keep his eyes on him for fear of losing his position. His Dad's strong body bounced off the trees more than moving around them, the way Chase was doing, and the trees shook with the impact. He saw him look over his shoulder to see if he was keeping up, but Chase was doing far more than that. He was gaining ground. "That's my boy!" Michael called out as he lifted off a large rock and sailed through the air. Chase, not as comfortable with jumping, simply ran around the boulder and reached out to grab his Father. Michael laughed and twisted away before Chase could touch him. "Almost kid!" Chase put his head down and pumped his legs for all he was worth. The trees blurred for a moment and he found himself right next to his Father. Michael blinked in surprised and when Chase's hand grabbed his arm and he actually flinched. He stopped running and faced his Son. "My God. You shouldn't have been able to do that!" Chase was breathing hard. His face was flush and his eyes were glowing with a soft blue light. His grip on his Dad's arm was strong. "You're amazing!" He shook Chase off and lifted him up off the ground by his waist. "You're my Son! Of course you're amazing!" he grinned and his eyes glowed back at Chase. He pulled the boy against him and hugged him tight. Chase wrapped his arms around his Dad's broad shoulders and squeezed with all his might, not caring about his stiff cock pressed against his Dad's stomach. That no longer mattered to him. His Father was the most incredible man he had ever met and any dreams he had of the man paled in comparison to the real thing. "Dad..." he whispered in the man's ear. Michael hugged him tighter and kissed at his Son's neck. "You're my boy. Don't ever forget that" Chase felt tears welling up in his eyes. "Mom said..." And then he stopped. The feelings he had for his Dad were still there, but they were farther from him now, as if he were somehow disconnected from his own mind. He wasn't the only one that felt it. His Dad stiffened up and set him back on the ground, but not before giving him a final kiss on the neck. Michael looked down at Chase solemnly. "You're love for her is strong" he stated as if answering a question Chase didn't know he asked. "Every time I think about her I feel different" Chase said with confusion. Michael looked away for a moment. "I'm sorry Chase; I thought it would be easier for you this way" Chase stepped back. "What are you doing to me?" Michael held up his hands in surrender. "I'm protecting you" Chase gave him an angry look. "You know what I mean" Michael nodded. "Yeah, I do" He took a deep breath. "Chase there is so much I have to tell you but we need to do it slowly so you can accept everything" "I'm not a child. Just tell me!" Michael wanted to scoop him up and hold him tight. He was so small, so fragile. He moved forward, squatted down and took hold of Chase by the lower legs. "Okay Son. This is the truth. You're not just different. You're incredible; amazing in fact...supernaturally speaking" He watched for Chase's reaction. The boy simply looked at him, taking in what his Dad just said. "Supernaturally" he repeated back to his Dad. Michael nodded. "Yes Son" He looked around the woods. "Everything you can do, everything you've seen me do, has an explanation" He looked his Son in the eyes and waited. Chase said no more. "How many people can jump from a second story window?" he asked the boy. "How many men can lift up a tractor, or run as fast as we can?" He waved to the woods around them. "How many of your friends can see in the dark?" Chase shook his head. "None of them" Michael nodded. "That's right Chase...none of them" He ran his hands up the back sides of Chase's small legs tenderly. "Just you, and me...and others like us" "Like us?" "Yes, like us. Other Werewolves" Chase felt like he had been slapped in the face. "WEREWOLVES!?!" Michael didn't answer him, he just watched. Chase tried to pull away but he held the boy in place. Chase shook his head. "There's no such thing!" "There isn't?" Michael replied. He looked down and picked a rock up in his hand. He held it up so Chase could see and then tightened his fist. The rock imploded, crushed by his strength. He slowly stood up and took one step away. He reached down and ran his hand around his big cock and balls and then waved the hand in the air. "Smell that Son?" He could smell it! In fact Chase couldn't smell anything but. Not the fresh plants all around them, the lush forest trees or flowers that dripped honey. All he could smell was his Dad; his Dad's incredible scent. "I can smell you too Son. I can smell you miles away" Chase trembled. "Why?" "Because your body knows who I am, even if you don't" Chase didn't understand. "It's primal; instinct" he explained further. "Think of a lioness that gives birth in a pride. All her young know her even though other adults are around. They know who they belong to. She doesn't have to wear a name tag, it's her smell; her power they feel" He reached out and put his hand in front of Chase. Chase leaned in and took two fingers inside and started to suck them. "That's me Son" he continued. "That's your Father" He watched as Chase moaned and blinked his eyes in hunger. He took his hand back. "I've been using that same power to keep you from being afraid. I thought if you saw what we could do you would accept it easier. It's harder to explain after the fact, believe me" Chase swallowed. "You're controlling me?" Michael was frozen in place for a moment by his Son's accusation. "I'm holding back all the questions you have. I'm trying to answer them by letting you come to your own conclusions" Chase was confused. "But it doesn't always work does it?" Michael smiled, Chase realized the problem. He wasn't just fast, he was smart too. "You're one strong son of a bitch!" He patted the boy's shoulder. "My power is great...but your love for your mother is stronger still" He looked up at the trees for a moment. "Every time you think of her, you break my hold over you" "You're telling me the truth aren't you? I'm a Werewolf?" Michael shook his head. "No Chase...we both are. You and me. You're not alone Son" Chase looked up suddenly frightened. "I'm gonna change! At the full moon!" Michael moved closer. "No Chase" he said firmly. "I won't let you" "Won't let me?" Michael sighed. "There's all sorts of things I can do Son, and keeping your power under control is one of them" Things fell into place in Chase's mind. "That's why I'm here isn't it? So I won't change?" Michael grinned. Chase was leaping ahead of him in logic. The boy was figuring it out on his own, even under his control. "That's right Son. The change can be...well, hard on a new wolf. Especially one that is alone. You're here to make sure it goes...easy" he reached for the words. "My mother!" Chase said with panic but Michael cut him off. "It's doubtful you would have hurt her. Even in another form she would still have a powerful bond with you" He assured his Son. "But others..." Chase looked around, his mind racing. "Does she know?" Michael shook his head. "No Son. She doesn't, at least not the way you think. She saw me once, do something out of the ordinary" "Lift a car?" Michael pulled back, surprised at Chase's knowledge. "Yes...she did" "Why did you leave? How come..." Michael put his hand on Chase's mouth to quiet him. "This is what I was afraid of. All your questions demanding answers at the same time" He put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "I know all your questions Chase. Every one of them I fact. I promise you'll have all your answers but let's deal with the big one first alright?" Chase frowned. "Werewolf?" Michael replied. Chase blinked, coming back to the present. "Oh yeah...that" Michael moved behind Chase and put his arms around him. He leaned down and kissed the boy's neck. He pointed to the woods. "Look out there. You see the lake?" It was far away, maybe a mile, but Chase knew it was there, he could feel it, smell the water. He nodded his head. "I want you to run there. Feel the trees around you. Feel the animals in the woods. And most of all, I want you to feel me with you" "Okay" Michael kissed him once more and let him go. Chase moved like a cheetah. He watched the boy's small body run effortlessly thorough the heavy brush. His feet never slipped, his arms were never tangled up by the dipping branches. His body weaved around the foliage like a needle through fabric. Michael went after him. He released some of his power and his saw his Son's reaction. Chase turned his head slightly toward him, even though he made no sound to give away his presence. He knew the boy could feel him. "That's it tiger" he whispered, but knew Chase heard that too. Michael darted around the other side of him, using his skills as an adult Werewolf to increase his speed tenfold. Chase turned to his direction again. Michael grinned. "That's my boy!" Chase reached the water and before he could turn around Michael was behind him and lifting him up in the air. He felt his Dad's powerful arms hug him tight. They looked up at the moon. It wasn't quite full but Chase couldn't remember when it seemed to glow brighter. He felt the power rush into his body. His muscles felt stronger and he laughed. His Dad's mouth came down on his neck and he felt the handsome man kiss him all over. "Should I be scared?" Michael barely stopped kissing him to answer. "Not with me around" Silas stood in the center of the room. The news of Michael's Son came to him only hours ago. One of his wolves had spotted the boy at the mall, the Alpha's signature all over him. "You're sure?" he asked the young teenager in front of him. "Unless he turned him recently, but I don't understand why he would have done that. The boy is small, much smaller than any of us" Silas looked over the teenager. He was built like all of them, strong and muscular. The boy could have been the quarterback of a football team. Athletic and powerful was the hallmark of all Werewolves. So who was this boy? "His Son? By who?" Silas wasn't really talking to any of them. They were nothing more than soldiers to order around and the word democracy didn't exist for Werewolves. He went back in time, thinking of everything he knew about Michael. "I'm sure of it sir" the boy continued. "I almost thought the Alpha was in the room, the scent was so strong" Silas considered his next move carefully. An Alpha with a weak child? This made no sense. He had to see it for himself. Michael sat near the lake, his Son at his side. "How did we become like this? We're you bit?" Michael laughed. "No, I wasn't bit by anything. I was born this way, same as you. Both my parents were Werewolves" "Mom isn't a Werewolf" "No she isn't. That's why the chances of you becoming one were so small. Human women almost never give birth to a wolf child. It happens, but only a few every century or so" He paused. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Helen is a strong woman...but I had no idea" he drifted off. "But you saw me. Those pictures in the house. You took them" Michael nodded. "Yes, I came whenever I thought it was safe. I was there at your first track meet and your first day of school. I saw you on your birthday and on Christmas" "But then..." "Chase, power like that doesn't come up at birth. It doesn't usually develop until puberty that's why..." "What?" "That's why even women who are Werewolves rarely give birth to one" "I don't understand?" Chase said, confused. "Think about what would happen to an unborn baby every time a woman changed into a wolf. The stress on the fetus would be too great. She may get away with it once or twice, but nine times?" He shook his head. "No it just doesn't happen" "But it did...at least for you" He nodded. "Yes but my Father was an exceptional man" He looked at Chase. "Remember when I told you I wouldn't let you change? Well, some wolves are strong enough that they can hold back the change in others. My Dad was like that. He stopped her from changing every month until I was born" He put his hand on Chase's shoulder. "He was with me when I changed for the first time just like I'm with you now" "But if it's so hard how are Werewolves born?" "Most are from bites, but even then it takes a great amount of will to enact a change. The bite of a true Werewolf is deadly, like a poison. So are our claws. But to turn a human into a Werewolf is a hard thing to do. Hell we would be swimming in them if all it took was a bite or a scratch" He looked at the moon. "The human has to be strong enough to survive the bite in the first place. When the moon is full our power is at an all time high. The poison that runs in our bite is almost always fatal. Most wolves are made when the moon is least present in the sky" "So you don't have to change?" Michael hesitated. "Well...I don't but that isn't the case for most Werewolves. I wanted you here with me Chase because I wanted to make sure you really had the gift in the first place. It was possible that you could have just been a really good athlete, but when I saw you face to face, I knew the truth. You have your Father's blood in you for sure" There was a moment of silence and Chase said, "I want to see it. Show me what you look like" Michael replied immediately. "NO" "Why?" he pleaded. "I'm not afraid" Michael's eyebrows went up. "You say that now, but trust me; you're not ready to see it for yourself" "Dad!" Michael wouldn't have it. "No! I won't have you afraid of me. You're not ready" Chase put his hand on his Dad's brawny arm. "Please" Michael sighed. He held up one arm. "This is all you get" His arm began to ripple. The muscles in the forearm swelled up and the skin darkened. The blonde hair became thicker and literally flowed out of Michael's flesh until he was completely covered in it. But it was his hand that impressed Chase the most. The fingers became thicker and massive talons formed at the ends. They looked like steel. Each joint extended until the span of the hand increased by three times. He turned it around so Chase could see it. "You wanna touch me?" Chase answered by reaching out and running his fingers over the new arm his Dad now possessed. The muscle was hard like stone and even relaxed Chase could feel the massive amount of power in the limb. "My God" Michael let him feel each finger and squeeze at his forearm. Having his Son's hand run across him like this was too intimate for him, his cock became hard. Chase didn't notice, at least not at first. Long minutes past as Chase studied the arm, testing it with his hand. Finally his eyes moved down between Michael's legs. He let his arm change back and he rested in on the ground. He looked down at his hard cock and then at Chase. "Go ahead" Chase didn't need another offer. He reached down and wrapped his small hand around his Father's massive erection. It was incredibly warm and it throbbed against his fingers as he squeezed it. Michael watched his Son's hand for a moment and then leaned in and began to kiss the boy on the neck. "I love you Chase" he whispered between kisses. Chase's hand gripped his big cock tighter and Michael started to lick his neck in response. Chase moaned loudly and Michael's arm wrapped around his Son to pull him closer. He lifted his head, intent on kissing the boy on the mouth when he saw his eyes. They were glowing bright blue! He pulled back and watched as Chase moved to lower his head to the hard cock between his legs. Michael grabbed him by the back of the neck and held him tight. "No Son. Not yet" Chase looked confused but more than that, he looked hungry. He pulled against his Father's grasp, his mouth open and ready to suck, but Michael was far too strong. "I'm sorry Son. This is my fault. I shouldn't have changed" "Dad, let me go! I want it" his voice was harsh and sounded different than usual; deeper. "It's the change! It's excited you!" He looked down at his big dick, throbbing in his Son's hand. "Well, both of us" he corrected himself. Chase was a little too far gone and Michael knew he shouldn't have given in to him so quickly. Being near an Alpha was bad enough but having one change so close by was like catnip to a kitten. The animal in Chase was coming out and the boy wasn't even close to being ready. Michael pulled the boy against him and crushed his mouth over his Son's, sinking his thick tongue past Chase's lips for him to suck on. Chase felt like he had a fever. His Father's big tongue was moving in his mouth and Chase sucked on it like his life depended on it. His hand felt glued to his Dad's big dick and he couldn't remember anything about his life. Not one thing. All that existed for Chase at that moment was his Father; his big, strong Father with his incredible smell and delicious taste. The man's massive prick was like warm stone in his hand and Chase would rather die than let go of it. He sucked and sucked at him, loving every second his Dad gave him. Michael let out his willpower and took hold of Chase with it. The boy was pushed over the edge and Michael was responsible. He reached down and took hold of his Son's cock. It was already wet. Pre-cum had oozed out and ran down his solid shaft. He was such a small boy, Michael felt he would crush him in his arms if he hugged him too tight. He put one hand on Chase's chest and pushed him to the ground, breaking the kiss. Chase's eyes blazed with fury. "NO!" he cried out reaching his hands for his Father, but Michael cast his power over the boy and he whimpered in response. Michael took hold of his Son's legs and knelt between them. He pulled Chase up and swallowed his Son's cock whole. Chase bucked in his hands but Michael was stronger by a hundred fold. He sucked as hard as he could and Chase cried out. "DAD!" Michael paid him no mind. He sucked at his Son's tender flesh and pulled his legs apart with his strong hands. He looked down at Chase, struggling with the intense pleasure he was getting. Their eyes locked and Michael's power was complete. Chase came like a bull! Heavy waves of cum erupted out of his pulsing prick and flooded Michael's mouth. The man was more than ready, and swallowed hungrily at the honey-like fluid that Chase gave him. He sucked so hard at his Son that Chase screamed and beat the ground with his fists. "DAD!!" he kept crying out, lost in his orgasm. Michael didn't stop until Chase closed his eyes. His small body trembled at the end and he hugged his own body. Michael kept sucking on him until he was sure he got every drop the boy could produce. His large body thickened up at the taste of his Son's cum. The animal in him was alert and ready and Michael did his best to keep the change away. Never before had he had so much trouble, but ever since Chase came to him he found it harder to control his animal. It was as if the beast became stronger because of the boy and overrode the human part of Michael. He pulled his mouth off and licked the boy's prick and balls all over, cleaning him of any sweat or cum that may have escaped. He laid the boy gently on the ground, his small legs resting on his big, hairy thighs. Michael's massive prick was pointing right at Chase and demanding attention. His desire to fuck had never been greater. Chase was lost, spent from his cum. Michael looked over his Son and began to masturbate. The heat from his cock seemed to scold his hand but he held on tightly. He pushed his will against his Son to keep him out, and then let the change occur. His body grew darker and blonde hair appeared over every muscle. His hands became beast-like and his teeth lengthened considerably. His cock became bigger. It raged in his hand and Michael had to use his other one just to keep it still. He twisted his hands around it and squeezed it firmly. He threw his head back and howled to the moon. He came so hard his whole body shuddered. Thick streams of white cream blasted out of his big dick and rained down on his Son, but Michael wasn't done yet. He pumped his mighty cock and more cum shot out. Chase was wet with it. His body gleamed in the moonlight from it and the mere sight of it drove Michael past the point of no return. He completed the change as he came! The massive beast roared and the entire forest seemed to shrink at the cry. Any animals that were nearby ran in terror and birds awoke and flew away. The dense woods became quiet as if acknowledging his presence. Chase lay naked on the warm ground, his Father towering over him. Had he been able to open his eyes he would have been terrified at the sight. His Dad was no more. In his place stood a monster; thick with hair and muscle. It had powerful jaws and immense claws for hands. Its powerful feet dug into the earth and it leaned down to look at Chase. It sniffed at him and pushed him around with it's huge mussel. The boy didn't stir except to moan slightly. The beast watched the boy breathing steadily. He was covered in cum; the beast's cum. He opened his mouth and took long licks at Chase, cleaning him off. His big tongue lapped hungrily at the boy's genitals and Chase moaned again. For a moment the beast thought the boy meant to push him away and he growled in response. He would not be denied! But Chase was just enjoying the sensations and the beast saw it for what it was. He stopped growling and continued to lick the spent child. Chase was lost in dream. He dreamed of his Father, all around him and holding him tight. He had visions of the man sucking on his cock and kissing his flesh. He could almost feel the tongue on his body, eating him up and bringing him off. The man's big muscles flared out at Chase's touch and he wanted to hold him, tell him he loved him. But he was beyond words. Chase was someplace he had never been. He wanted his Father more than anything. The beast watched as Chase moved his legs apart. The animal's massive prick swelled up anew and he looked between the boy's legs with desire. He put his face above the child's and growled, displaying his dominance over him. Chase remained still. The animal became silent and watched the boy sleep. He sniffed at him and then licked the dark haired boy's face. The taste of the child made him shake. He wanted more. He licked and licked at the kid, tasting his flesh from every angle, from his chest to his feet. He circled the boy over and over as he licked at him. Chase literally gleamed with the beast's saliva. The beast stood over him, his big cock at the same level as the boy's waist. He looked down. The child was too small. The beast was angry. It brought up it's head and roared into the forest, challenging anyone to touch the boy. Huge claws dug into the ground, ready to charge at anything that presented itself. Nothing appeared. The beast looked back down and carefully lay on top of the boy. The big hairy body covered the child like a blanket. It looked around searching for any danger. There was none...at least not anymore. DeMarco felt the change in Michael immediately. He had been watching the two of them but lost track when they started to run in the forest. The power that the big man gave off made DeMarco fall from his perch in surprise. The Vampire dropped to the ground and floated inches before he hit. It slapped into DeMarco as a wave of Supernatural energy and the Vampire had been unprepared. He didn't think he would change yet. It hadn't been time. The moon wasn't full. What was he doing? DeMarco took to the sky again as quickly as he could. He didn't dare be on the ground when the beast was roaming. He lifted away and shifted his body into a giant bat. The area was no longer safe and the beast's powers were far greater than the man's. Michael must be dealt with in his human form. As he flew away he heard the enormous roar, and DeMarco silently swore the beast would die. ...To Be Continued