A different take on the traditional M/M werewolf romance topic: less romantic, less traditional, more disturbing and with conniving wolves, vampires and submissive marines.
You will find a discussion forum for this book at: https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/40241-metaseries-ranting/. Comments can be emailed to MetaWolf@gmx.com. Depending on reception, I will post more chapters.
And if any military boy wants to start a MetaPack, let me know ...
JAR
Meta & the Marines
Colt had never been so bored in his life. Even at high school, when he could solve math questions faster than his teacher, Mrs. Duta, could ask them, he was entertaining himself by how often he could spot the teacher's mistakes. And during PE at least he could see some sexy ass, day dreaming about fucking the quarterback into oblivion.
But his Advanced Accounting course was so boring he thought every two-hour session was actually a full day. And whenever he looked at his watch hoping that at least 15 minutes had passed, it had been barely 5 minutes forcing a tortured sigh out of him.
While the instructor explained the latest GAAP changes on accounting for stock options, Colt just wanted to shout: `Who cares about that, I have three hunks waiting at home ...' Obviously, he did nothing like that and forced himself with superhuman efforts to stay awake and reasonably attentive to the teacher.
"Next time please make sure you have completed Exercise 6 in your course book, as we are going to discuss it in detail." Colt sighed. If an accountant was talking about discussing something `in detail,' it should be considered a death threat.
The teacher, a surprisingly young and good-looking man, had bit of too high-pitched voice, which sure had cost him one or the other fuck. Surely, his profession as accounting professor didn't help, either.
But Colt wasn't interested in the sexual attractiveness of his accounting instructor -- if that notion wasn't a `contradictio in se' anyway. He just cherished the fact the class had finally ended while he was still alive. The drought was over. He put his books in his black backpack, Prime had gotten them matching ones, and left the classroom faster than needed as if he was afraid a supernatural force might keep him hostage forever in this accounting session. He barely understood his disinterest; he was a nerd, he'd always liked those highly abstract subjects. But maybe now, he fucked hunks, he'd changed.
Talking about hunks.
A painfully healthy smiling Prime waited at the door for him. "Hi, Colt." Dark sexy voice fully of promise.
Colt sighed, this time more out of excitement, but tried to discreetly rearrange his boner, saying: "You should have rescued me from this earlier."
"So bad?"
"Do wolves like bloody steaks?"
"Sorry. Next time I'll ask some of my marine buddies to storm the building."
"Teaser."
"Oh I see, you would turn half of the platoon into your bitches, marked and all," Prime provoked the dirty blond, scrawny boy a bit, taking his backpack.
"You know I can carry this myself, I'm not a frail girl," Colt had complained once. Prime had just shrugged his shoulders and said: "I know. But I think it's the right thing to do."
"And because you think it's the right thing to do, you're doing it?"
"Yes." Prime had been in his full alpha mode.
Colt had decided it wasn't worth an argument and had let it go. And he got used to the fact any of his men would snatch whatever Colt was carrying. If that gesture of friendliness or submission made them happy, he would be more than happy to oblige.
"Don't you have your Human Resources class?"
"Nope, teacher's sick. We're supposed to read another book instead."
"You don't sound too excited."
"Too much reading. Doesn't stay in my head. Doesn't smell."
"Smell?"
"Like the man I'm in love with ... who drives me crazy when he's around, and who drives me crazy when he isn't."
"And who's this new dude I have to kill now to get my Alpha back?" Colt joked trying to pull forward his pants with his hands in the pockets to hide the further growing erection tent. If Prime didn't stop this flirting he would have to fuck him in the toilets.
Prime laughed. A friendly, deep, jovial laugh, not helping Colt's boner. "Good one. Maybe this is a hint." He lifted his right T-shirt sleeve exposing the elaborate tattoo around the CP letter. He didn't care that some girls and a few boys stopped to look at him and his ink in an - at best - admiring or - at worst - lusting way.
"CP? Maybe I should have put my full name there -- just so every bitch knows ..."
"You've become quite cocky."
Colt kept smiling. He knew Prime was right. "I know. Wonder who I need to blame for that."
"So it's us?"
Colt nodded. "Yes, if you're the only cock in the house, you become cocky."
Prime's smile became bit thin. "You can always unlock us."
"Over my dead body. You guys wanted it that way, and now I've gotten to love it. Got it?" Colt said a bit more forceful than intended. He realized how much he loved this set up. It made him feel special and, dare he say, powerful.
"Absolutely, just wanted to hear it."
Colt shook his head. "I see, seems my boys need to hear every day that I love them and I accept their submission."
Prime nodded his head; when he stopped he exposed his neck as if to say: `Bite me here and now, Meta. I'm yours. Always.'
And then Prime's eyes changed. Without breaking the contact that made Colt's knees weak and his dick hard, Prime shifted to his left flank in such a quick but fluent motion that Colt was confused.
He realized only now that Prime had smoothly blocked a guy approaching Colt from the side without him noticing.
Prime broke the gaze with a bit of regret and growled at the guy he had intercepted like a good bodyguard. "What's up?"
The boy was cute, with Brian's height, but a bit on a scrawny side, with dark brown hair, a healthy Italian complexion and light brown eyes. A hint of lake and orange smell tickled Colt. "Sorry, my fault," he said trying not to look at Prime directly.
"Nothing happened," Prime answered not really friendly. It was obvious he didn't like what was going on.
"I just wanted to have a chat with Colt if possible." The boy tried to get some distance from Prime.
"Do I know you?" Colt asked searching his memory. His people memory was not the best but normally he didn't forget cute boys. The guy was maybe not his preferred prey -- prey, he needed to think about that expression later -- but he was good looking and had a non-aggressive behavior. And who knows how hunky he was under those loose shorts and the red white lumberjack shirt.
"I'm in the same accounting class."
"Oh." Now Colt was embarrassed. He didn't remember the boy despite having had already seven classes in four weeks. He must come across as quite self-obsessed and painfully arrogant.
"No problem. I normally sit in the back. Quietly."
Prime growled like: "What do you want, jerk?"
"I'm Sam."
"Hi, Sam." Colt tried to be friendly shaking the barely offered hand. He gave Prime a reprimanding look. "I'm Colt, but I guess you know that already. And that's Prime."
Sam smiled carefully as if not to provoke Prime. He shook his hand without looking into the eyes of the hunk. He was clearly scared of the big redhead despite Prime's best attempt of an amicable "Hi."
"Nice tattoo by the way," Sam tried to pacify Prime, not knowing what he really did with that remark.
"Thanks," Prime became irritated and started to walk.
Colt and Sam followed him like little puppies.
"Anyway, I wanted to ask you whether you have some time to help me on accounting. I'm not getting it. And you seem to understand it so easily."
Colt was surprised. He hated the class, he did the bare minimum, he just tried to get `through' it and nevertheless this guy wanted his help.
He smelled Prime didn't like this idea. Colt wasn't sure whether he feared for his safety or whether he was just jealous. If Colt didn't like the idea of girls hitting on his wolf men, Prime was incapable of accepting that Colt would be interested in anyone else. His possessiveness would never make it easy for him. And Colt was comfortable with it. He had never been important to anyone enough to make him possessive. And so far he could handle this. So far. Well, unless Prime tore the limbs of this innocent boy, who seemed to have taken all his courage of the month to approach Colt despite the hunk wolf around him.
"Sure. Why not. My message details are in the course files; why don't you message me on Friday and we arrange something?"
The dark-haired boy was relieved; his light brown eyes became a bit more relaxed and the lake smell was fresh and clean.
"Thanks. Anyway I need to run. Bye, Colt," and without looking at the marine, "bye, Prime."
Prime growled. Colt was afraid half of the building would be hearing him. "What's up?"
"He was hitting on you." Prime was not happy.
"What? No way. He just needs help and I'm Nerd Central."
Prime shook his head in disgust making big steps out of the building.
"And don't do the marine quick march on me," Colt chastised him.
Prime slowed down. "Believe me he was hitting on you."
Colt sighed. "Prime, nobody has hit on me ever on this college."
Growl.
"No, you boys didn't, either. You ignored me as if I was part of the furniture. We only got to talk because you saved my ass from a vampire."
"We hit on you. You just didn't get it."
"Sure, I wouldn't have got if three of the cutest men ever wanted to get into my pants. I'm emotionally handicapped, Prime, but not a moron."
"You smelled us. That's how we hit on you."
"Great. You might have given me some translation," Colt relaxed and tried to hit Prime with his fist on his upper arm where the marine tattoo was. He didn't expect to even remotely hurt Prime, but he hurt his knuckles. Fuck, he was a fairy.
"Providing it to you now, Meta. That little Sam boy is pouting his cute red lips to get them around your big dick."
"He wants accounting help. -- I have a big dick?"
"Well, if accounting gets one your snake, I think I will change major."
Colt shook his head a bit exasperated.
"He's wolf."
"What?"
"He is wolf."
"Fuck. Who on this campus is not wolf or vampire? I nearly feel like being the only human here ... and quite a pitiful excuse thereof."
Prime shook his head about Colt's self-depreciation. "That's why I was coming to you to update you on some info."
"Okay, I'm hungry, let's have a bite." Maybe both of them would calm down with a fully wolf belly.
"Good plan," Prime agreed. "But this discussion is not over."
Colt sighed. "Alpha has decided that?"
Prime frowned. "Can't have you be alone with another wolf. Too dangerous."
"Dangerous. He looked harmless."
"Who knows what his wolf is like? Might be much more aggressive."
"You really think that? He couldn't even look you into the eyes, Prime, so scared you made him. I think he is changing his underwear right now because he shit himself."
Prime smiled a bit, his chest grew, his shoulders straightened. He obviously was more than satisfied with that outcome.
"Oh fuck, you wolves. You had to assert the hierarchy with him."
"Sure. He's not even a beta."
"And that make him free game?"
Prime shook his head. "No, I just made clear that, if he did anything I didn't like, even his wolf wouldn't heal him for a week."
"I think he got the message. He might not even get in contact with me even more, because I have this overly possessive wolf boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?"
"What else would he think you are? I am?"
Prime shrugged. "Maybe."
They ordered the pizza, although Prime's choice was more like a half a cow on top of an excuse of pizza dough and half a tomato.
After Colt had drunk half his Diet Coke like a man drank water after a week in the desert, he said: "So you wanted to tell me something before we got interrupted by my new admirer."
Prime growled. And Colt decided not to push this topic anymore.
"Got some data back. The college is indeed a neutral zone. Actually most of the whole college town is."
"Okay. Is that good or bad?"
"Per se nothing, but it explains the vampires."
"How so?"
"On wolf territory, the alpha would never tolerate vampires. But as this is not the territory of any pack, vampires are not hunted as long as they don't show themselves in full vampire form or attack humans."
"What happens in that case?"
"If they attack humans or if wolves are exposed too closely to vampires in their original form for too long, their wolves reassert themselves and they go into vampire killing mode. Very few wolf shifters can actually control that. And why should we? We're made to hunt vampires."
"OK. Neutral zone between packs means some safety for vampires."
"Yep."
"Anything else?"
"Having said this there is a pack who kind of oversees the campus. The Golden Chestnut Tree Pack."
Colt thought for a second that his pack didn't have a name. He had to talk about this with his boys. "Okay," he encouraged Prime to continue.
"It seems quite a traditional pack. Lots of the young ones are actually in the frats."
"No wonder they howled in front of my window," Colt teased Prime.
But this time Prime didn't go for it just saying "Mean Meta," as if chastising a little puppy.
They both took a big bite from the pizza washing it down with their drinks.
"Problem is. I cannot find out who the alpha is. Talked with people, but it seems the lower ranks of the pack don't even know who the alpha is. And I don't want to approach any gammas or betas."
"Gammas? Do you guys go through the whole Greek alphabet? CE keeps talking about us needing an omega. That would mean 24 hierarchical steps."
"Not sure. My home pack wasn't that big either, we only had two betas max. But the Chestnut Pack seems to be extensive and very much linked in academia and government, even military. So I'm not surprised they have a more detailed hierarchy."
"Ok. We don't know the alpha. Why is that important?"
"That wolf who attacked you."
"Yes?"
"He was a gamma in the pack it seems."
"So the pack wants me dead? Shit I'm sitting in center of a snake pit." He looked around in the restaurant.
"No wolf here, except one in the kitchen, and I don't think he's Chestnut Pack. But lots outside. Even some fighters I think."
"Not helping, Prime."
Prime smiled putting his big paw on Colt's hand for a second and sending him calm Christmas fireplace pine scents.
Colt smiled in return acknowledging what Prime had just done.
"No. As you suspected if Chestnut Pack would want you dead they'd have sent some enforcers to get it done for sure and quickly. The gamma went rogue."
"Rogue?"
"He disobeyed it seemed."
"So wolves disobey their alpha to get money?"
"Seems to have happened. He could have taken a plane to some South Sea island and leaving the pack behind. I think he was sick, that's all. Normally wolves cannot live without a pack. And this guy would have been kicked out of the pack by doing something so stupid."
"Okay rogue wolf. Money."
"Why would vampires want money?"
Prime lifted his hands in a sign of innocence. "I have no clue. Maybe they can buy virgins then instead of hunting for them."
"On the virgin market?"
Prime confirmed jocular.
"Maybe we should go there and buy some virgin boys then."
Prime growled.
"Just teasing my big wolf," Colt said quickly. "I'm already sore with the three of you."
Prime winced remembering smelling Colt in and all over Brian this morning. The Beta had been fucked good and repeatedly that night. Prime was happy for Brian, but the smell and the thought also made him horny for Colt, constraining him in his cage. "Maybe we shouldn't have an omega then." If Colt could tease, Prime at least could try to play the game as well.
Colt looked at this phone. "I need to get going, my history class starts in 30 minutes."
"Okay, see you this evening, Meta. And ..."
"... and?"
Prime sighed. "Please don't assume nobody finds you attractive. Watch out. They do want to get into your pants whether you notice it or not."
Colt smiled. "Noted. What if you marked me to make sure they smell I'm not available?"
Prime looked around a bit shyly, but closed the gap and kissed Colt in the middle of the campus.
Electricity shocks and earthquakes would have been harmless in comparison.
Colt broke the kiss to regain sanity and said: "If this doesn't do it, then I don't know what."
Prime smiled without guilt. "Except you'll have a boner now during the whole class ..."
"Tell me something new," Colt shouted over his shoulder.
History was fun. Colt wasn't sure whether he would ever remember all the cities, mini states, dates, kings and battles, but he enjoyed understanding the power dynamics. The attempts to tilt the playing field to one's favor through new tactics, technologies or creative statesmanship.
He was in a good mood when he left class. He'd survived accounting, had an enjoyable history class, a cute boy supposedly had hit on him, and his Alpha, the sexiest red haired hunk in the universe, had kissed him in the middle of the campus with an intensity that he was still leaking in his pants as if he hadn't come for a year despite the fact he'd fucked Brian several times last night.
What could a nerd boy want more from life?
Maybe survive? He wasn't surprised his brain spoiled the mood, but he accepted it as being part of him.
"Evening, Colt."
Colt jerked and found CE's endearing smile.
"Seems I'm under close observation today," Colt joked.
The big guy nodded with a slightly mischievous smile. "Alpha is worried."
"Is he still going on about this boy hitting on me?"
"Yep. Couldn't talk about anything else this afternoon."
"Fucking shit. He didn't hit on me."
"What do I know? I only have orders from my Alpha to make sure, nobody comes too close to you, unless you explicitly allow it."
"Why do I feel like one of the veiled women in Saudi Arabia not being allowed to leave home without a male relative?"
CE laughed quietly. "Why do I feel that actually I'm one of the harem's women?"
Colt joined in the laughter. "Okay, I get the point. Let's go home to reassure our Alpha that my dick is only for my pack."
CE howled quietly.
Brian had made dinner. A hearty beef vegetable stew served with dark German bread, which CE had fallen in love with during his short stint in Bavaria with the forces and Colt during his stay with his relatives in Poland. Of course the stew was 85% beef and barely with vegetables if one didn't count the potatoes.
CE shared with them the story that some frat jocks had invited him to a friendly football game after which plenty of pussies would be available. He toyed with them pointing out his football history in the military police which made frats convinced he would be a great addition to help their team to win. But then he mentioned casually that he had plans with his boyfriend, who surely wouldn't like to be around too much pussy.
He still was full of schadenfreude about the incredulous faces the jocks made when he basically came out to them. Colt was sure the embarrassment of not being able to spot a fag in seconds would eat at them for quite some days.
"I didn't know you could be so devious," Colt commented, dunking some of the bread into his stew.
"Not really, Meta. But just before that they had pushed around a small guy they didn't like."
"So your protective instincts kicked in," Brian explained.
For some reason Brian wasn't sitting well today, Colt thought until he blushed with realization.
"Did I say something wrong?" Brian asked.
Prime chuckled. "No, All American boy. We just notice that you can't sit properly."
"What do you expect? This monster fucked me three times last night."
"And you hated it," CE added with a snicker.
"No."
While Colt knew the pack had no secrets from each other whatsoever, he was still not comfortable to talk about sex as if it was a trip to the grocery store.
"Then sit down properly and accept the gift the Meta as given you like a man and wolf." Prime said quite firmly.
"Aye, aye, Alpha."
"We'll see how they treat you next time. Maybe they'll get over the shock," Colt continued the previous conversation addressing CE.
"Or one of them actually wants more. Lots of jocks are closet gays ..." Brian was happy his itching hole was not the topic of conversation again.
"How do you know?"
"Okay, I'm not going to say anything anymore today." Brian shook his head and devoted himself to his stew.
"So any more conquests?" Prime asked Colt not completely harmlessly.
"Oh yes. In history, this African American baseball player showed me his big bat."
"What?" Prime was fuming; he was getting ready to kill someone. Then it clicked. "Damn, you're screwing with me ...", Prime realized too quickly for Colt being able to have fun with him.
"Yes. No, Alpha. This dick was safe from any non-pack activities."
Brian chuckled and had to control himself not to choke on the meat.
"I thought you wanted to stay silent."
"Yes, Alpha."
"You should have seen that little slut this morning," Prime defended his defensiveness. "If I hadn't stepped in, we could smell that wolf mutt all over our Meta now."
Colt just shook his head in disbelief and continued with his stew winking with his eyes to Brian.
"And now he wants to meet him to talk accounting. Really? Accounting? He wants a piece of that meat."
Nobody seemed to want to interrupt Prime. "I'm going to have a serious word with that pooch before you meet him, Colt."
"Yes, daddy."
And now all four men nearly chocked on their stew meat.
"So what do we see?" Colt asked more himself than anyone else.
They had spent the whole evening putting pins into three campus maps, which lay on the rug between them, reminiscent of a battle headquarter in the 19th century. They had tried to do it high tech but for some reason the screen was never big enough to get a good overview.
The pins sported 7 colors and two different types of heads, round and squared, stuck in the map creating a pattern, which needed to be deciphered.
Every pin represented a positively identified vampire (round head) or wolf (square head). And the colors stood for the days of the week: red for Monday, light blue for Tuesday, yellow for Wednesday, brown for Thursday, black for Friday, dark blue for Saturday and white for Sunday.
The three maps represented the results of the past three weeks' research, in which they had gone at different times through different parts of the campus to check for vampires and wolves. As next steps they would merge the same weekdays of the three weeks to get another picture, but for the moment they looked at weeks and the density of pins in the different colors.
"Seems the population of wolves decreases over the weekend," Brian started.
Colt for some reason still felt that Prime and CE smelt his come in the blond boy's ass. Sometimes it made him proud, and sometimes he felt like a sick perv. "I guess that is true for the human population as well. Students leave for trips, visit the town, or live off campus and have not reason to be on campus during weekends."
The wolves nodded in agreement. It clicked with their worldview that wolf shifters were normal, like humans. And as they were related at least in their human form, they would act like humans. Colt's brain sent him a little warning message. It knew a too readily agreed statement could be easily wrong because nobody challenged it as it worked within people's current comfort zone.
"And what about the vampires?"
"Looks very confusing. We never could scan the whole campus on a day, so maybe the distribution is heavily influenced by our routes," CE stated unusually critically.
"Still it looks like there are more vampires on campus on the weekend than during the week day," Prime hypothesized.
"Not sure, that's only true for this map," Colt pointed out. "When was that?"
"Last week," Prime quickly said.
"Double last week," Brian added. They looked at him with a question mark on their faces.
"It was the last week we did our reconnaissance. And it was the last week of the month."
"So you think there is something special about the last week of a month?" Prime asked.
"I agree with Brian. There could be something special about the last Friday of the month." CE was scratching his chin.
"Why do you say that?"
"It's like payday. Very often people get paid on a Friday, very often twice a month. Normally, we had most problems early Saturday after payday because guys were spending money on drinking. Which led to fights. We would see such a pattern around bars then."
"Insightful," Colt stated closing the gap to the big burly brown head and rubbing his shoulder, instinctively the shoulder with his mark.
CE growled pleasantly like a little kitten. He got praised and touched by his Meta. He was happy.
"So if we think Friday is key and then over Saturday and Sunday the number of vampires decreases again, let's redo the maps with the combination of all Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays."
Over the next 30 minutes, the black pins moved to the first map, the dark blue to the second and the white ones to the last map. The rest of the pins were dropped into a box without any attempt to sort them for the moment. For some reason Colt realized that less than a year ago he would have had to sort the pins by color eventually, but today he couldn't care less. "These wolves are brainwashing me," he thought for a second, and he liked it.
Once again they made a step back to get a better look. Colt kept his physical contact with CE, rubbing the small of his back. He smiled when he noticed that CE instinctively pushed back his meaty ass as if to say: "Deeper, please."
"Seems, on Friday and Sunday they're distributed like regular people. In restaurants, dorms, et cetera," Brian shared his thoughts.
"They're blending in," CE stated.
"But on Saturday it is a bit distorted."
"Could be coincidence," Prime wasn't sure they were getting anywhere.
"When was your last tour on Friday?"
Prime looked at his notes. "2200, 2230 and 2330," he answered military style.
"And the earliest on Saturday?" Colt continued.
"0500, 0950 and 0740; the 2nd Saturday I was stuck with you, Colt." This time Prime did blush.
"So we have a 7 to 11 hour gap," Brian calculated quickly.
"And something could happen during this time," CE continued.
"But it's so cliché: Friday midnight the vampires come," Colt was not happy. Again, cliché were too convenient explanations, barely the truth.
"Agree. But it's the only thing we got from all this walking around the campus at odd times," Prime was desperate to find something of value from their efforts.
"Well the only way to prove a hypothesis is to get more specific data."
"Understood. So we will check between Friday 2200 and Saturday 0500 whether we find an unusual number of vampires compared to humans," Prime summarized. "Do we have a theory on what the geographic focus is?"
They looked at the map with the dark blue pins.
"The Eastern part of campus; the older part," Brian observed pointing out the area with his hand.
"Could be a coincidence again," Colt challenged him.
"Of course, but even the slight skew is interesting as most of the bars and the city are in the West. So I think if we did a relative map versus humans, it would be much more obvious."
Both Prime and CE nodded impressed.
"Point taken. So we have 4 Fridays in February. I guess we have a plan," Colt agreed.
"I will make a shift roster again." Prime said all alpha.
"Okay. Is there anything else we can see?"
A little growl.
Colt couldn't hear it really, but he felt the vibration as he was still touching CE's back.
"What is it CE?"
"If you guys are right that there is a concentration of vampires in the night of the last Friday of a month to Saturday in the Eastern part of campus, I wonder why there're still some wolves there at the same time."
"Neutral zone, vampires not in natural form, young wolves distracted by available females," Brian found many reasons to explain.
"True." CE kept pushing after he got a reassuring look from his Meta. "But if that happens every last Friday, accidents are bound to happen eventually."
Silence. CE might have just found a major hole in their theory.
"Maybe they cover them up like with the girls and the rogue policeman wolf", Colt said softly, more to encourage CE to continue his thought than to challenge him.
"Maybe they did," Brian pointed out.
"But we would hear at least cover up stories," Prime challenged.
"I will see whether there're reports of `accidents' on Friday nights online," Colt said, suppressing a yawn.
"Okay, I think it's time for bed. School day tomorrow," Prime said all daddy-like again.
"Good point. Have a nice night, boys," Colt swallowed. He would try right now to become more wolf transparent like.
"Good night," the three hunks answered.
"And CE, I want you in my bed tonight." Colt blushed. He had never been so direct.
"Yes, Sir," was CE's happy response.
Prime smiled proudly and Brian couldn't help himself and said to CE: "Thank Fate, at least I will be able to sit properly tomorrow and you will smell of come."
"Brian, we do have soap ...," threatened Colt friendly.
"Got it, Meta. I'm off. Night," he shouted being already upstairs.
Prime gave Colt and CE a friendly smile and was gone quickly.
CE turned to Colt and smiled. Colt grabbed his ears pulling him close to kiss the big ex marine, who made himself smaller.
While Colt explored the rich plum flavors in CE's mouth, his hands found the meaty pecs of the wolf. He grabbed the pink nipples and pinched them hard. CE growled pleasantly opening his mouth submissively even further for Colt to tongue fuck him.
"Let's go to bed."
Sex with CE was so different. He was so stocky and muscular it didn't matter what Colt did, he could barely hurt the hunk. On the other side CE's genetics disposition encouraged him to turn pain, obedience and loyalty into pleasure. The first time Colt wanted to fuck the hunk, he had lube prepared like for the other two guys, but CE just shook his head saying. "Please, fuck me dry. Make it hurt. I want to feel it for the next days."
Colt had hesitated. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir. No pain, no gain."
"Okay. But I need you to understand I don't want to hurt you ..."
CE had smiled his trademark nice friendly giant smile. "I know. But I promise you, you won't hurt me bad. Unless you have a silver covered cock, I'll be fine. But I don't want to tell you what to do, you're the pack leader."
Colt had kissed his surprisingly soft cheek. "Thanks. I love you CE, and you giving yourself so willing to me."
CE'd smiled. He had been understood and accepted.
When they closed the door behind them, Colt again attacked CE's willing mouth and his pecs. He had the suspicion that CE put some extra lifts into his work-out program to make them as appealing to Colt as possible. He was definitely being kept horny on purpose by these wolves.
"Drop your pants and bend over the bed." Colt didn't want to sound too dom, but it came out quite bossy.
"Sir, yes, Sir," was CE instinctive reaction, dropping his shorts and boxer briefs and putting them folded on the bed. He turned around laying his upper body on the bed, pushing out his meaty ass like an invitation.
Colt swallowed. CE had the biggest ass of the three, and it was muscular and so bubbly that in the beginning he'd thought he would never be able to sufficiently penetrate the big guy with his cock. But his doubts had been unwarranted.
"You know I'm going to take you dry," Colt told the enforcer, while stroking his back like one did while talking with a horse. He quickly kicked the legs further apart, which hurt his own feet given the wolf's hard boots. But CE complied willingly, lowering his ass to the right height.
"Sir, yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
And for some reason, CE opened himself up, as if he had control over his hole. Colt had already wondered whether CE had been fucked before so he had practice in this, but he'd sworn by his life and the honor of the Corps that he had been a virgin until Colt had taken him.
Nevertheless, the hunk bucked when Colt entered him with a force with was bordering on brutal; but he steadied himself and allowed Colt maximum access.
Colt knew fucking CE dry would hurt him as well, at least initially until his own precome reduced the friction. But he didn't mind. CE's submission was so deep, natural and sexy that he was willing to make that initial sacrifice to his own pleasure.
And when he finally came, he pulled hard on CE's chain. Harder than he would have ever dared with others, as he knew the superhuman strength in CE's neck would prevent any injury. With this leverage he could push so deep and shoot his come so forcefully that CE would be marked good.
CE leaked like a broken tap. He didn't orgasm in the traditional sense, but whenever Colt fucked him he leaked heavy precome. "Fuckin' it out of me, Sir," he'd said proudly. He got used to putting a towel underneath him to catch his precome. Now he used it to clean Colt's cock diligently.
CE was different again when it came to sleep; and Colt loved him for that. While Colt enjoyed to be spooned by Prime and got into spooning Brian despite the fact the jock was a bit taller than him, in their first night CE had moved quickly to Colt's feet, falling asleep there like a dog -- a comparison Colt had never voiced as he knew how wolf shifters felt about dogs.
CE massaged Colt's feet and lower legs with his powerful, iron hot hands giving him a different form of pleasure from shooting his come into him. He licked the feet thoroughly and kissed them reverently. Initially, Colt had freaked out a bit; but when he heard those highly contented growls and he smelled those fertile freshly rained on soil scents, he knew that's what CE needed from his Meta. And it was pleasant enough for Colt to let it happen.
CE actually seemed to stretch his sex comfort zone most. One night after having been dry fucked and caressed Colt's feet for hours, he had pushed his head between Colt's legs. The boy was half asleep and didn't fully get what was happening initially. Only when he felt big paws on his aching dick and a thick moist tongue teasing his ass hole, he realized he'd been rimmed.
Colt liked the devotion CE put into rimming him like today. And in a certain way, this was one of the few times during sex he just could lie down and let it happen. CE never made any attempts to penetrate him with anything else than his tongue, so Colt had no concerns what so ever. And CE had such an amazing coordination between his rough calloused hands on Colt's dick and his big wet tongue in his ass that Colt never lasted very long.
CE licked him clean like a good boy, returned to his place at Colt's feet and waited for Colt to fall asleep. Colt knew only when the enforcer would hear his Meta sleeping soundly, would CE allow himself to fall asleep as well.
He loved his enforcer dearly ignoring that nagging message in his brain that he had overlooked something.