Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2023 18:15:13 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Wolf Station chapter 6 -- science fiction or fantasy

Wolf Station
Chapter 6: Back from the City
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.

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, the Bunyip on Tom
Jennings (Slake from Beyond Thunderdome), and Steve-o on Bill Mumy (from
his Dating Game appearance—google it). The bitches are based on American
Ninja Warrior contestants Franklin Bain and Isaac Caldiero. Drakkar and his
village are borrowed from a NPhillyDogg story `Aborigines'.

This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality
of either the actors or the characters they play.

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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Satisfied that his bitch was trussed up snug in a box back in the back of
the rover, Wulf filled his tank and drove straight through city, suburb,
and countryside back towards Wolf Station. Considerately, he drove with all
the windows down so that though his purchase might end up bruised and
cramped, he would not be too dehydrated or overheated.

The rover pulled up to the station late in the afternoon of the following
day.

Grey and Steve-o looked to have done a good job with the bunkhouse. The
worst of the brush and clutter had been cleared away, and it was obvious
that a bonfire had burned in the compound- probably last night. Cans of
bug-bomb sat in a row on the veranda, and Wulf wondered absently why they
hadn't been used yet.

There was, of course, no sign of the Bunyip. There never was unless he
wanted to be seen.

Wulf climbed out and stretched before going to the back of Rover. He raised
the hatchback and knocked on the box before opening it.  Inside, the blond
boy, Franklin, immobilized and gagged, glared up at him. Wulf laughed and,
after uncuffing the boy's ankles and unstrapping his thighs, hauled the
struggling young man out, setting him on his feet—for all the good that
did. After the better part of a day, the young man's legs were not up to
supporting him, and they collapsed out from underneath him in mere seconds.

"An inauspicious welcome to your new home, monkey-boy," Wulf
laughed. "First, drink."

He held a canteen up to Franklin's lips, and, despite what the boy clearly
thought about him, the canteen was empty in a minimum of gulps. After
re-stoppering the canteen, Wulf threw it into the back of the rover before
hauling the blond back to his feet.

With a combination of dragging and forced marching (Wulf was not carrying a
bitch over the threshold), he got his purchase into station's great
room. There he found the truant Grey power-fucking Steve-o who was bent
over the big dining table. The silverback's muscular buttocks flexed, and
Steve-o gave out appreciative grunts each time the eldest Brother's cock
slammed into him and yips when he bottomed out. Wulf was not sure what
Franklin had expected, but the blond started visibly and instantly wrenched
free, trying to make a break for it.

`Fuck,' Franklin thought as he forced his feet and legs to work, `I've
gotta get out of this room, out of this farm, away from that.. that.. that
wickedness!'

Even with the added strength that horror lent Franklin, though, his escape
attempt proved a futile gesture. Not only had the trip in the box put
cricks in all his muscles, but Wulf proved to be his clear physical
superior. (Of course, even if Franklin had slipped away, out in the bush
the Brothers would have him again in next to no time.)

Wulf drug Franklin, now fighting (as he thought) for his life, back into
the house and up to the table, forcing him onto his stomach next to
Steve-o. The blond could only stare in horror at the redhead who was still
getting anally fucked-- and clearly loving it.

`Oh God, please, don't let them fuck me like that,' the young man prayed
around his ball gag. `Don't let them make me into a fag whore.'

Suddenly, someone (Wulf obviously) yanked Franklin's stubbies down and a
hand caressed his speedo-clad ass cheeks, toying with the hidden cleft
between them.

"Grey," Wulf said, "Can you leave off breeding Steve-o for a moment? I want
him to help get this boy ready."

The greybeard hauled the ginger fuck-slave up off the table then, and the
next thing Franklin knew the fabric of his speedo was torn open, exposing
both his ass-crack and mud-hole.

`WTF?' Franklin thought. `I didn't feel a knife, and what other way is
there to tear nylon like that?'

Then a mouth (the redhead man-whore's Franklin guessed) forced itself into
his most private area.

"Eat that hole open, Steve-o," Wulf ordered.

Yep, definitely the redhead.

Franklin now found out how well Steve-o's masters back in the village had
trained him. The slave's tongue teased and taunted the boy's virgin flesh,
and Steve-o almost pushed the blond captive over the brink with his rimming
technique.

`Oh fuck,' Franklin thought as he eyes rolled back in his head and he let
out an involuntary groan.

Nobody had ever eaten the boy's ass out before, and he had no idea he would
enjoy the sensation. Clearly he did, though. It became obvious as his cock
got hard, and swung back and forth as he grooved on Steve-o's talented
tongue. Once Franklin had clearly started to enjoy the sensations in his
butt, Wulf removed his gag. Much as Franklin's logical brain wanted to
protest about what Steve-o was doing, all that his inner animal would allow
was for the young man to pant and moan.

"Oh fuck. Oh god. No, I—not gay. Ahhhhhh!" Steve-o's tongue had tried to
slip inside the blond's man-pussy.

"Pretty," Grey said as Frankin wailed. "Does he have a name?"

`Trust Grey to start with that,' Wulf thought smiling.

"Yeah, Franklin. He's from the States."

"Figures," Grey laughed. "Middle of Australia, and we get inundated by
Yanks."

The Brothers watched as Franklin submitted to being rimmed and began to
groove on the sensations.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Wulf eventually pulled Steve-o's face out of Franklin's throbbing crack,
and the young man felt a blunt tubular something prod at his asshole
instead. Franklin knew immediately what was about to happen.

"Oh no! No! Don't! You ca—aaaaaaaahhhh!" Franklin cried out as Wulf
proved he sure as hell could, and would, and had.

Glorying in the hot clinging cunt, Wulf forced the boy's virgin chute open
the way only a Brother could-- wildly, primally, and naturally. The
screaming, all part of taking a virgin hole, ended eventually, and when the
excruciating pain in Franklin's ass had subsided to a feeling of constant
pressure, when he could finally open his eyes again without seeing double,
the blond found that the redhead sex slave was bent over the table next to
him, his body once again rocking in time to Grey's gentler thrusts. And
Steve-o was grinning like a mad thing.

"It's so fucking good," the redhead husked at his fellow bottom. "Just
relax, buddy, let Wulf's cock fill you and take you."

"Fuck..." gasped Franklin. Like he had a choice?

Franklin had no way of knowing that when Brothers hunted lovers, they used
an animal magnetism to lure the man in and submit to their dominance, and,
after the sex, another technique to ease away the memories. But Wulf hadn't
used any of that to acquire Steve-o, and he sure as hell wasn't using it to
ease the boy's first butt-fucking. Franklin was destined to be a bitch to
the Station's pack, and bitches were not the same as lovers. Their memories
were never to be blunted. They had to realize their place at the bottom of
the pack's sexual hierarchy, and if they didn't accept it right off (few
did) then they needed to be put into it by forceful fucking down. Only once
they had learned their new lot in life, and accepted it, were they Sealed,
bound to the Brothers as a submissive fuck-monkey forever. It might sound
like sex slavery to other monkeys, but the difference was that a bitch
anchored the pack, providing a core the Brothers could rally around. A pack
without a bitch was unstable by definition. But Franklin didn't know that,
nor would he have appreciated it if he had known. All he knew was that he
was getting raped, and the redhead boy-slut expected him to enjoy it. Yeah,
no fucking way that was happening. (Or so he thought on that first
afternoon.)

Wulf and Grey spent the rest of the day proving their virility on the
resistant blond. (Steve-o didn't need it proved.) They fucked their boys
for hours (occasionally trading partners), but when they delivered their
hefty loads of hot sperm it was always into Franklin's butt. After the sun
went down, the Brothers collapsed into overstuffed chairs looking
satisfied, leaving their boys (Franklin no longer bound) fucked to
exhaustion and bent over the table. Steve-o had a ` I just got royally
fucked' grin on his face. Franklin, on the other hand, was devastated, and
it showed. His exhaustion was as much physical (if not more so due to his
struggling) as it was emotional. The anal rape (Brothers didn't mince words
about things like this) had left him a limp rag, and he could only lay
there with tears coursing down his cheeks. Wondering what they'd do to him
next.

"How can you?" he whispered to Steve-o when the Brothers finally went to
make dinner.

"What? Get fucked by Wulf and Grey? Bro, you have no idea how good you have
it."

"Good?!"

"Trust me. I've endured worse."

Franklin tried to imagine what could be worse than being raped, but at that
moment the Bunyip stomped triumphantly into the room, forcing another
captive along in front of him.

All eyes turned to take in the hiker. This handcuffed stud wore
American-style hiking shorts, a black muscle shirt, knee-high athletic
socks, and sturdy boots, and his emptied backpack had been crammed over his
head to act as a blindfold. His arms and legs were whip-corded with
muscles, and his ass exerted a definite allure. (Franklin winced when he
realized he'd just thought any such thing.)

"What the fuck is that?" Wulf said, anger building. Exhausted from a day of
fucking the new bitch, he wasn't up to dealing with Bunyip attitude, let
alone any fallout arising from the Bunyip fucking with Drakkar's men. With
any luck, he wouldn't have to.

"I was hunting," the young Brother said, bluntly.

"Clearly," Grey quipped.

"And I caught something."

"And now you want to know if you can keep him?" Wulf said, remembering how
he had left the stud Beef in a sex-slaver's clutches just so the station
wouldn't have to deal with the issues that could arise from having two
bitches. Dammit.

The Bunyip only stared at Wulf with steely eyes. Calculating.

Wonderful, the pup was choosing now to try to play dominance games with the
alpha.

"Tell you what," Wulf said, trying to deescalate the situation. "Unwrap him
and tell Grey and me the whole story."

The Bunyip pulled the backpack off, revealing a handsome bearded face and a
head of shoulder-length dark brown hair. Oh, and a ball gag. Only the
Bunyip would go hunting with a ball gag.

`At least he's good looking,' Wulf thought. Apparently Grey thought so too,
because his silverback dick reached for the heavens again.

"This guy (His passport says his name is Isaac) was trespassing on our
neighbor's land," the young Brother said trying to sound as though he had
done something noble.

"And in order to teach him to respect Australian law and the legal rights
of First Nations, you decided to make a citizen's arrest?" Grey said.

"Well, either I was going to nab him, or Drakkar's hunters were. A half
dozen villagers were already tailing him."

"Crap," Wulf said. "You do remember how part of our agreement Drakkar was
that we don't interfere with his people's hunting? Right?"

"Uh, no," the Bunyip admitted, "But I'd already dropped him and cuffed him
when they showed up. At that point, either a Brother was going to have to
give way to monkeys, or he was going to have to stand his ground. I stood
over Isaac's body, daring them to try to take it from me. For a moment, I
had no idea how it was going to go. You were right, Wulf. They're tight
with the wild ways."

"Did the Bunyip just say I was right, Grey?"

"I think he did."

"Write that down on the calendar. Go on, pup."

"Well, I suppose discretion got the better part of valor, and they backed
off. Oh, and Drakkar says you owe him a roo—whatever that means."

Great, Drakkar had been there.

"I owe him?! You owe him, cock of the walk. Still, it could be worse, I
suppose. Well, we can't let the boy go, so I guess we're stuck with another
bitch to train."

Isaac, who nobody called a bitch, glared at these (mostly naked) men--even
the recently fucked-down Franklin and the satisfied Steve-o. The climber
had been forced to walk-- blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed, and hobbled--
for the better part of a day to get to this-- wherever it was, and he
didn't see a reason to act like he appreciated it. (Only Steve-o knew what
this handsome man had escaped by being taken by the Brothers.) When the
Bunyip forced Isaac down over the table, therefore, he fought as well as a
man with only one leg (thanks to the hobbles) and one arm (thanks to the
handcuffs) could.

"We should probably help him," Grey said to Wulf.

"Yeah, it does look like this is turning into a fucking kumbaya group
project."

The older Brothers held Isaac in place while the Bunyip whipped down the
man's shorts. The Bunyip might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but
even he could see that they might not want risk releasing the hiker's
ankles until he'd been fucked down once. Or twice. Or maybe several times.

"Steve-o, Franklin, get down there and eat this boy's ass open."

The boys slid off the table and, on their knees, crawled over to their new
brother bitch.

"Do we have to?" Franklin whispered to Steve-o.

"Yep," Steve-o smiled. "I tell you what. You suck on his cock, and I'll
deal with his asshole."

"But I don't know how to suck cock!"

"Improvise, bro. Improvise."

The pair, with different degrees of enthusiasm applied their lips, tongues,
and teeth to Isaac's most private flesh. As they did, the hiker groaned. He
had never been violated like this, and he thought he knew where this was
all heading. When the Bunyip at length removed Isaac's gag and took his ass
he screamed into the night.

"Fucking faggot bastards! Fuck you all!!"

Grey grinned at Wulf and the Bunyip; yeah, this was going to be fun.

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Outside in the dark, Drakkar watched the rape drama unfurl.

Fuck it, it wasn't fair that the village should miss out on this piece of
American ass, but the headman knew that Wulf would realize that he and his
brothers now owed the village a big favor. A six foot something
favor. Yeah, a simple roo wasn't going to cut it at this point.

"Stop it!" Isaac screamed as the Bunyip forced his hole open with Brother
cock and violently used his body without his permission, "No! Fuck it, no!"

Eventually, though, even the Bunyip had to take a break, and instead of
fucking he slid his cock up and down the sloppy crack of Isaac's ass. As he
did this Drakkar took the measure of the young Brother. This Bunyip had
taken down his prey expertly, and he had stood his ground even when clearly
outnumbered. The same way that Wulf wanted the village as allies, Drakkar
now wanted the Brothers, so he'd signaled his men to back off. Alone, he
had followed the young Brother back to the station and watched him take
first fucking rights on the long-haired American's cunt. The Bunyip fucked
well, Drakar had to admit, but then he had also seen the boy in action in
the village. With that knowledge, he figured the hunter would only be
satisfied with his crack-fucking for...

"Ayyyiiieeee!" Isaac howled as the Bunyip once again rammed most of his
cock up the until-a-few-minutes-ago virgin butt, "Oh fuck! No! Stop! You're
fucking killing me!"

Drakkar rubbed at his own erection as he watched the young white boy fuck
his slave. And to think it could have been Drakkar's cock doing the honors.

Wulf and his brothers might even owe the village two favors.