Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2023 18:04:16 -0400 From: Ian Engle Subject: Wolf Station chapter 3 -- science fiction or fantasy Before Wolf Station Chapter 3: And then There Were Four By Evan Andrews ©2023 This is a fan fiction. "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, and the Bunyip by Tom Jennings (Slake from Beyond Thunderdome). The village's sex slaves are based on porn stars Johnny Hazzard, Kaden Alexander from Broke Straight Boys, Chris Daniels, and Logan Stevens Vaughan, wrestler Christian Cage, and Bill Mumy (from his Dating Game appearance a million years ago—google it). This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the actors or the characters they play. 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. If you enjoy this story, or even if you hate it, please contribute to keeping Nifty going at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Wulf, Grey, and the Bunyip rolled out of the bush and into the station. After a night to get their bearings, they started to work refurbishing the abandoned place. The main house was their priority, and they got it clean and rid it entirely of vermin in short order. Structural repair to the other buildings would take a while, though. A few trips into the nearest town netted them what they needed to make the place livable in the meantime. Despite the Bunyip's snide comments, it was amazing how much monkey made it into the place without destroying the den-like feel. Beds were wide (and never made). Chairs and sofas surrounded comfortable rugs. Sturdy tables took up residence in the dining nook and the kitchen. "All the comforts of home," Grey said, looking up at the porch. "Ook," said the Bunyip, before ducking the rock that Wulf threw at him. "Ook!" the kid repeated with emphasis, and then he ran off. Wulf just rolled his eyes. The finishing touch, or final straw, came when Grey put up a sign. A sign. What kind of Brother thought of things like that? "Wolf Station," Wulf read, "You know, it should piss me off, but I think I like it." "Ook!" the Bunyip commented from behind a tree, and this time they all laughed at the jibe. @@@@@@ Early the next day they climbed into the rover and, following Alby's directions, drove to Drakkar's village to fetch their loaner sex slave. Once they were on the—well, Wulf guessed whatever it probably did meet the dictionary definition of a road—Wulf briefed his pack in what to expect. "Drakkar's their alpha—don't say it, Bunyip—so treat him with courtesy. We'll be on his turf. Since we'll only be there to pick up the one fuck slave, don't go sticking your noses into the rest of their harem. You got that, junior?" The Bunyip simply rolled his eyes. "I mean it. If you don't control that dick of yours, I will." They pulled into the village's main drag in the middle of the afternoon, and a crowd of black men emerged from various buildings to stare at them. Wulf recognized an old indigenous war stance when he saw one, but decided to ignore the implications. "Wulf..." Grey started, concerned. Wulf knew his friend would notice the threat. "I know," Wulf said softly. "Hang loose, but be prepared to act if we have to." Things remained tense until Drakkar emerged from the bar, stuffing his dick back into his pants, and greeted Wulf like a brother. Only then did the other black men relax, stand back, and reassess the white men in their midst. Drakkar threw his arm around Wulf's shoulder and walked him into the bar, Grey and the Bunyip following. "Drinks first. Then you can see the boy," Drakkar laughed. The village men followed the Brothers to the rough bar cautiously, but Drakkar whirled on the villagers before they could enter and said, "These men are hunters! Can't you see?! They know the law of the wild. I trust them." He stared meaningfully at the three Brothers as he said that. Wulf nodded and thumped the Bunyip before the boy could say "Ook." Once they had sat down with a tall and frosty, Drakkar rousted out his sex slaves. Frankly, Wulf was not impressed with them. Any fight these men had once possessed been fucked out of the long ago, but he had to admit that they were pretty enough, and they knew their places. "Fuck this ass, sir?" a big-dicked blond asked the Bunyip. "Can I suck your dick, please?" an American black boy begged Wulf. But the prize of the lot was set of matched blonds, brothers Wulf assumed, who turned their attentions and charms on Grey. "Fuck me, please," the younger brother said. "No, me. I've got the tighter ass," the elder one-upped his flesh and blood. "That's why these two are flavor of the month," Drakkar said. "Hot to trot, and they know their place." Wulf could see where breeding brothers, especially brothers that looked so much alike, might have its appeal. To make their point, both slaves bent over a table and waved their asses like the whores they had been turned into. Wulf shook his head at Grey. "Get out of here," the silverback said with a sigh. Dejected, the brothers walked in the crowd of village men who forced them down over another table and started to fuck the delectable white asses themselves. Waste not want not, apparently. While their man-cunts were pounded by some of the biggest black dicks Wulf had seen in a while, the blond brothers were busy kissing each other and moaning in semi-incestuous passion. `Monkeys,' Wulf thought. `Go figure.' The other slaves, taking the hint, gave themselves to the other village men to take their pleasure on (and in). Soon all the slaves were either on their knees swallowing big black cock or on a table getting a sausage enema—or both. That was when Drakkar pulled what had to be Steve out of the kitchen. It was clear the village headman had put the morning to good use by laying several good-bye fucks into this, his first sex slave—probably right up `til the moment the Brothers had pulled into the village. Wulf could smell Drakkar and Drakkar's cum all over the boy. The redhead stood before Wulf, eyes lowered, passive but still ready to perform on command. Drakkar held the fucked-down American by the upper arm, asserting dominance until the very last minute. It was only when one of the blond brothers screamed and came without ever touching his dick that Steve looked up confused. Everybody was getting fucked but him. Why wasn't Drakkar pushing him into the crowd to get fucked? Then he saw Wulf and his Brothers. "This is the one I was telling you about," Drakkar said as Steve stared at the three unknown white men, "We've had him a few years now. He knows his place, and he knows how to take a good hard fuck. Just what it sounds like you blokes need." Steve kept staring, trying to read the Brothers, and then back at Drakkar. Clearly he had questions, but just as clearly he was smart enough not to ask them. The Brothers got up and surrounded the skinny American. Grey hefted the young man's junk, and Bunyip slipped a finger into his asshole. Since Drakkar had only just splooged his guts, the finger came out with coating of native cum. "At least he gets fucked right," the Bunyip said, but Wulf could detect the same scent in the redhead's beard and knew the villager headman had used him at both ends. Wulf took the boy's chin between his finger and thumb and lifted the head so he could look him in the eye. Steve held the look for only a moment before lowering his gaze again, but in that brief second there had been an unspoken communion between predator and prey. They recognized each other and accepted each other unreservedly. "He's filthy," Grey said. "We shower them weekly, just because, but outside of that why waste the water to wash a slave when you're only going to fuck him filthy again in the next half-hour?" Drakkar said. "Hmm," was all Wulf said in reply. He liked water, personally, and he liked breeding men under a cascade of it, be that a shower or a waterfall. Or even in the rain. It was just one of Wulf's things. The Bunyip would say he was being monkey to care, but who gave a damn what the fucking Bunyip thought. Wulf opened the redhead's mouth and checked his teeth. He had them all, so he must not have needed much beating when he was made a slave and taught to serve men's lusts. And apparently Drakkar made sure the slaves took care of the basics of good health. Wulf was glad to see that if the locals were keeping sex slaves at least they were keeping them properly. And while Steve was skinny, he was neither sick nor malnourished. They could feed him back up to full fucking weight in a few weeks. "How soon will you want him back?" Wulf asked. Steve's head shot up at that, and for the first time he looked surprised. Slaves didn't leave the village, except for one who'd escaped but had died before he could reach freedom. (Drakkar had made sure they all heard about that.) This was the first he'd heard of a slave being given away to other men to use, and while he wasn't sure how he felt about that he was unsettled by the idea of being something that could be loaned out. "Whenever," Drakkar said, "We've got enough slave-meat here for fucking so that we won't miss him anytime soon. Once you get your own slaves, you can bring him back then." "Bitches," Wulf said, "Brothers have bitches, not slaves." "Whatever," Drakkar said, "Call them what you want. And speaking of what you want, you hungry? I've got a roo stew going." To Grey and the Bunyip's confusion, Wulf laughed heartily. In the end, the Brothers stayed the night in the village rather than risk the drive back to the station with no light from the new moon. They ate, they drank, they joined in the traditional dances, and sang the old songs around a fire that chased away the moon-eater, and they fucked the slaves. Especially the Bunyip fucked the slaves. Monkey though it might be, the youngest Brother was fascinated by the idea of men who were kept, and kept close, for no other reason but to fuck. The alpha back home had Sealed a couple of bitches to anchor his den, as was traditional, but it was certain that the Bunyip had never gotten close to any of them. Wulf made sure to keep Steve by his side once the fucking started-- by his side and therefore unfucked. Steve was confused by this, but if this strange white man wanted to treat him likesome sort of pet instead of power fucking him a new one, well, Steve was okay with that. Somewhere in the middle of the night, he fell asleep with his head on Wulf's knee. The next morning as they got ready to leave, Drakkar asked, "Do you want us to tie Steve up for you?" "Nah," Wulf said, "We can handle him as is, I think." But silently, Wulf thought, `The boy knows he'll be better off with us than with you lot. There's no way he won't come willingly.' Wulf and Grey took their leave of Drakkar and hauled the Bunyip away bodily before he could start fucking his way through the village's slaves one more time. (The villagers had been amused and impressed at the young Brother's sexual stamina.) Steve climbed into the back, taking a seat beside Grey, who had put down a towel for Steve to sit on in order to keep the seat from getting filthy. The Bunyip grabbed the shotgun seat and hung his head out the window. He was howling as they pulled out of the village, of course. "That was great!" the Bunyip said when he'd pulled his head back into the rover, "All that ass, and you don't even have to hunt it! When can we go back?" "Not until we get an invitation," Wulf said, "Which, given you all but fucked their slaves into a coma, could be a while. Besides, there's still lots of work for us to do to get the station in order." "Ook," the Bunyip pouted, while the other Brothers laughed and the sex-slave looked confused. They drove along until the passed a spring that Wulf had noticed on the way in yesterday. He pulled over and said, "Time for a break." He pulled over and stretched his body out of the rover. "Coming?" Grey and Steve climbed out, but the Bunyip stayed in his seat, half-napping. "I'm dirty and want to wash," Wulf said as he started pulling off his clothes, "And Steve is just too damned filthy to ride another mile with. Grey, will you do the honors?" If Grey's grin had been any wide, he'd have torn his face open. The eldest Brother herded the dirty young redhead to the spring, and began to pull off his own clothes. When he was down to his briefs, Steve automatically fell to knees and opened his mouth for a good face-fucking. Grey just shook his head. "Maybe later," Grey said, ignoring the Bunyip's muttered `Ook', "For now let's get you into the water, monkey boy." The older Brother lifted the slave by shoulder and walked him into the spring. Wulf tossed them a bar of soap, and Grey got down to the serious business of washing away the grime and dried cum that was all there was to Steve's work clothes. As the older man's hands rubbed over the boy's skin and worked the whipcord muscles of his body, Steve felt something he never had before. `This man actually cares about me,' he realized. `He cares for me even if I am only a pathetic fuck-slave.' Wonder wrote itself across Steve's face, and his cock got hard. Dripping and clean, Grey and Wulf laughed, but the Bunyip turned a jaded eye on the proceedings. "Yeah, yeah, so your fuck-monkey has a woody. Big whoop. Are you three done yet?" Walking out of the pool, Grey used his shirt to dry Steve's hair. "Nice," he murmured as he played with the boy's copper-red strands, now shiny in the sunlight, "Much better than carrot red. A little trim and a shave, and you'll be a sight for sore eyes." The men in the village had never seemed to care what their slaves look like--that's why Steve's hair was as long as it was, and as filthy. Hell, they only trimmed the slaves' beards to make it easier to watch them sucking big black cock. Steve had no idea how to react to the compliment. He looked instead at Wulf "Go ahead, boy," Wulf said, "So long as you're with us, you can speak freely." "So long as you don't speak too much," said the Bunyip. "What's happening?" was all Steve could think to ask. "Drakkar's lending you to us until we get some bitches of our own," Wulf said, "Didn't he tell you?" Steve was watching Grey who had slipped off his sodden briefs and was busy pulling on his shorts commando. The greybeard was hot, and much as it pained the boy to admit it, he might enjoy being fucked by these men. "So, you're just a new lot of rapists?" "Hardly. Look at yourself, Steve-o, you can't wait for us to breed you." Steve's, or Steve-o's, cock was hard as steel, and he couldn't take his eyes off these men. "Uh," he said. "And when we fuck you, it won't be like your old masters. You will love it; no question about that. As long as you're with us, rape is off the menu." "You promise?" Wulf grabbed Steve-o's hard cock and stroked the length until the boy moaned in delight. "On my honor, Steve-o. Now, let's get back to Wolf Station."