Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2023 19:26:30 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Wolf Station chapter 2 -- science fiction or fantasy

Wolf Station
Chapter 2: Kings of the Outback
By Evan Andrews ©2023


This is a not really a fan fiction, but...

"Wolf Station" is part of a larger cycle of stories related to my Hunters
and Hunted series. This is not your typical werewolf story any more than
Hunters and Hunted is your typical Dracula story.

As always, I had some faces in mind as I wrote these stories. Wulf is based
on rugby player David Williams, Grey on Hugh Jackman, Alby and Magnus on
adventurer filmmaker Alby Mangels and straight porn star Justin
Magnum. This story should not be considered a true representation of the
sexuality of either the actors or the characters they play. The ranger as
well as Drakkar and his village are borrowed from a NPhillyDogg story
`Aborigines'. I apologize for all the Australianisms I'm about to get
wrong; please assume that no insult was meant.

The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this
offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you
are please stop reading now. Thank you.

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When Wulf woke the next morning, the two rangers, Alby and Magnus, were
gone, but they'd left a note.

"Gone to get Drakkar."

Wulf nodded. It was better this way. If he had gone with them that would be
like him invading another hunter's territory. Of course he already had, in
a way, but it was best not to act like he was challenging the local pack's
leader and hierarchy. It was bad manners in the first place, and an
invitation to possibly get his ass handed to him in the second. Both were
bad things if you intended to hunker down here.

Instead, he spent the morning cleaning up around the place, including
encouraging the local animal life to give the station a wide
berth. (Brothers' piss was an effective deterrent to all sorts of vermin,
down to and including spiders and the like.) He cut up the rest of the roo
and tossed it into the pot with some roots he found to make a stew. He left
the pot simmering for the rest of the day and rehearsed what he was going
to say to this Drakkar when he showed up.

Wulf heard the rover in the distance as the sun started to set, and hat in
hand he went to greet his guest. (The rangers didn't count.) The rover
pulled in out of the bush with the two khaki-clad hunks in the front seat
and a third man riding like a king in the back. With his arms relaxed at
his sides, Wulf waited for the rover to stop and for Drakkar to come to
him. The black-skinned stud got out and strode confidently forward, fixing
the Brother with a steely eye. Wulf recognized this as part of an old
monkey dominance game and decided not to respond to the implied
challenge. Instead he projected a calm confidence of his own and waited.

"You Wulf?" Drakkar demanded as he walked into the ring Wulf had built
around the fire-pit.

Wulf nodded.

"You Drakkar?" he asked in return.

The Indigenous man nodded too.

"Good. I'd say welcome, but this is your land, and that'd be wrong. Instead
I think I'll say—you hungry?"  Drakkar looked startled. He'd tensed when
Wulf started to talk, but at the end he could only stare. This white man
had balls, he had to admit. Then he looked closer in the waning
light. White man, yeah, this Wulf was that in spades, but unlike most
whites he was also clearly a hunter. A hunter like his people, and a hunter
with stature among his own kind.

By kind, Drakkar admitted to himself that Wulf, was somehow of a different
breed from the rangers and the government officials he had to put up
with. And different from his village's collection of sex slaves. Different
even from himself, one of the best hunters in his village. He could have
been frightened by the strangeness, he ought to have been cautious, but
instead he decided to be intrigued.

"Sure," was all Drakkar said.

The four pulled up some logs and gathered round the stewpot. Wulf produced
knives and spoons and they all ate from the communal pot. Drakkar
recognized the taste of roo, of course, but he approved of what the white
hunter had done with the animal. He had used all of the animal to make a
meal that was simple and filling. When they had eaten all they wanted,
Drakkar was ready to get down to business.

"So, Alby and Magnus tell me you want to get this station back in
operation?"

"Only with your approval and permission. My Brothers and I want out of the
city, and this is far enough away for us to live the way we ought to. The
way we need to."

Drakkar fully agreed with Wulf that city life was unnatural, and he nodded.

"And what do you need? What do you plan to do here?"

"Eat, sleep, run, fuck. All the things men do when they're left alone."

"You've got no plans to screw with us in the village, right?"

"Nope. None at all."

"You're a rare man, then."

"Damn straight I am!" Wulf affirmed.

"And you'd be alone?"

"No, like I said, my Brother, Grey, and maybe one other, would be the core
of the place."

Drakkar heard Wulf say `brother' but knew he wasn't talking about a blood
connection.

"And," Wulf continued, "We might have guests drop in from time to time. You
have my guarantee that all guests will abide by the rules you and I lay
down. Otherwise we'll run them the fuck out of here with their tails
between their legs."

Drakkar considered. Wulf was exceptional, and it was clear he meant to
stay. That being the case, it would be much better to have him as an ally
than an enemy. Besides the tribe didn't use this area much. There was
better hunting elsewhere—both animal and human. He also noticed Wulf
didn't mention women, which was fine with him.

"Okay, then. Rebuild, run on the land, hunt—so long as you don't poach
our prey. And fuck each other silly. It works for us, so long as you leave
us alone."

Drakkar had been fucking American male ass almost exclusively for years, so
he was cool with a load of weird-ass white homos moving in—so long as
they kept their distance.

"You got me wrong, Drakkar. We fuck; we don't get fucked; and we don't fuck
each other."

"So that means a sex slave—or more," Drakkar said matter-of-factly. "How
many do you have?"

Wulf hadn't actually thought about the practical end of carrying on a
Brother sex life out here in the end of nowhere, and he really didn't want
to get into a discussion of it with this monkey, even if he was the most
wolf-like monkey Wulf had ever met. But Drakkar was right. They'd need
someone to fuck, and neither he nor Grey had a Sealed bitch.

"Uh..."

"Tell you what, I can let you have one of ours. The village has seven right
now, and that's more than we really need to keep ourselves satisfied. Let's
see..."

Drakkar slowly considered his stable of fuck slaves. In order of how
recently they'd been taken and converted into sex slaves.

"We've got two blond brothers, Chris and Jay; Chris' big-dicked business
partner, Logan; the three amigos, Zach, Brian, and Phillip; and the
village's longest serving slave, Steve. Since my men are fixated on the new
slaves, the choice is easy. You can have Steve. You'll like
him. 20-something, copper-red hair, and an ass that really knows how to
handle a hard dick."

Wulf looked at Alby who nodded.

"He's a fine fuck. Real compliant, and he sucks a mean cock too."

`Monkeys and their cock-sucking,' Wulf thought, `Sheesh.'

Aloud, however, he said, "If you have no objection, he sounds like he'll
do."

Of course, Wulf had no plan to rely on some monkeys' second-hand sex slave
in the long run, but a hole was a hole when a cock felt the need, and until
the station was up and working and they had some Sealed bitches to anchor
the den this Steve slave would have to do.

"Good."

As the stars danced across the sky, Wulf and Drakkar agreed on a timetable
for refurb and for stocking the place for a long stay. The Brothers would
have a rover, Wulf said, but they'd only use it for trips to the city. The
Brothers would leave the village alone, just as they at the station
expected to be left alone in turn. He'd have Grey, and whoever they chose
to join them, in residence in a week or a little more.

"So you'll come for Steve then?"

"If that's what you want," Wulf said, "It makes sense, and I'm sure you'll
want to look over my Brothers. Alby and Magnus can tell me how to find your
village."

And that was all the business. The rest of the night the men told stories
and sang songs before falling asleep beside the fire. (No fucking,
though. There was no way Wulf was going to try anything funny with a new
ally.)

The next morning the rangers drove Drakkar home, returning to station
shortly after sunset. Wulf rewarded them with another night of hot sex and
bred them both several times to everybody's satisfaction. The morning after
that, the rangers give him a ride to the nearest town where he caught a bus
heading in the general direction of the city. The bus was filled with
monkeys who left their stink on everything, but Wulf managed to sleep most
of the way, and he was with his pack brother in hours rather than the days
walking would have involved.

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"How'd it go?" Grey asked, as he released his younger Brother from their
embrace.

"I found a good place, and I have an agreement with the locals. We leave
them alone; they leave us alone; and we have ourselves a den."

"Sounds easy enough."

"Oh, and they're lending us a sex-slave."

"A what?" Grey was clearly gob smacked. The silverback understood prey for
fucking and Sealed bitches, but the idea of sex-slaves was alien to him.

"They have some arrangement with the government that lets them keep
trespassing Americans as sex-slaves, if they want. The rangers told me the
story, but I was more interested in fucking their hot asses than in hearing
about one set of monkeys breeding another set."

"That's my alpha."

Wulf winced.

He didn't like playing the whole pack politics game—part of why he was
eager to get out of the city-- but he had the requisite charisma and
stature. If he had wanted to, he knew he could have pushed to oust the
local alpha, and probably won. The city's current alpha knew this as well,
and he was obviously uneasy having Wulf around—another reason Wulf
wanted out of the city. Since he was taking the lead in this project,
though, he guessed he was the de facto alpha, at least a little, at least
for now.

"Since you brought up alphas and all that rank shit, have you given any
thought to who out of the local pack we might take as our third?" he asked.

"I did," Grey said, "You're not going to like it, but there's really only
one choice."

"Fuck, not the Bunyip."

"The Bunyip."

"But he's a wild card. I'm surprised our alpha hasn't chased him off to
rogue yet."

"You know better than that. The Bunyip has zero respect for the mangy cur
that runs this pack, and he would never run from him. If he stays here
there's going to be a fight—an epic one--and that'll mean Brother
killing Brother."

"And that would be very bad. Okay, let's put it to him. But if that boy
sasses me too much, he'll learn how a real alpha treats the rankers."