Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2023 18:30:20 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Wolf Station chapter 8 -- science fiction or fantasy

Wolf Station
Chapter 8: Returning the Slave
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.

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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Wulf and his Brothers loaded the now jock-strapped bitches (and one slave)
into the rover. In order to keep up the good relations they had with their
neighbors, they had to be seen giving back what they had borrowed. Even if
what they'd borrowed had been a man.

Wulf gave the shotgun seat to Steve-o, a kindness knowing what the boy
might be going back to. The bitches squeezed in the back next to Grey and
the Bunyip, not that any of them were objecting—not after the week of
intensive fucking that had culminated with their being Sealed last night.

"I'm sorry I have to give you back," Wulf said, reaching over to stroke
Steve-o's long chestnut hair and he started the rover, "But that was the
deal."

Steve-o smiled ruefully but said nothing. What was there to say? He had
sucked Drakkar's black cock before, been bred to overflowing with the
villagers' sperm, and he would again. That was what being a sex-slave
entailed.

The road was, as before, `unimproved' which basically meant there wasn't a
road—at least not for most vehicles. The rover took it in stride,
though, and after a few bumpy hours they pulled into the village's `town
square.'

"Deserted," observed Grey.

"That's not usual," Steve-o said, concerned. "Someone ought to be out and
about."

Wulf agreed with the redhead. The village wasn't that big, but enough men
lived here that they should have seen somebody—going to the bar if for
no other reason.

"Bunyip, see if you can find any of our neighbors," said Wulf, and as the
young brother loped off he yelled, "And remember they might still be mad at
you over losing Isaac."

The Bunyip nodded and disappeared around the edge of a building.

"Grey, let's go get a beer. You three," Wulf said to the men in jockstraps,
"Stay with the rover."

Wulf and Grey walked across to the bar and found some of their missing
men. Most of the village sex-slaves (They had a small herd of them now)
were curled up in the corner grabbing a few minutes shut eye. The two
twenty-somethings, Brian and Phil, spooned each other, as did later
acquisitions, blond former businessman Chris and his rush-to-the-rescue
brother Jay. They didn't see the fifth slave, Logan, the other businessman
who'd parachuted in with Chris, but they didn't need to. They could hear
him getting royally ass-fucked in the kitchen, probably by Drakkar since it
was his bar.

"I said tighten that hole, cunt!" the big-dicked black man ordered his
whining slave, "Yeah, that's right! Gimme a hole worth fucking!"

Wulf and Grey grabbed bottles of beer out of the cooler before heading back
into the kitchen.

Logan was in fact bent over the table while the black proprietor slammed
away at his fuckable ass. The villagers weren't big on subtlety when it
came to their fucking, but then again neither were most Brothers when it
came to that. Wulf and Grey drank and watched Drakkar seed his whore, whom
he then smacked to the floor.

"You earned your nap, cunt," he said. "Now, get out of my kitchen."

The Brothers stepped aside as the blond slouched past them into the main
room. He didn't meet their eyes. The villagers' slaves only looked up to
see how the men using them were reacting and to pick up clues for what else
they should be doing. Making eye contact was a challenge, and the
villagers, especially Drakkar, were quick to stamp out challenges.

"My friends!" Drakkar said, beaming as he shoved his cock back into his
pants. "Welcome back! You didn't bring my roo did you?!"

Wulf laughed.

"Glad to be here," Grey volunteered, still not sure what this roo joke was
about.

Wulf went right to the meat of their visit. He had little use for monkey
small talk unless he was hunting.

"No roo, my friend, but we brought back the slave we borrowed," Wulf said
bluntly, "We cleaned him up a bit and put some meat on his bones. I hope
you don't mind."

"Who cares?" Drakkar said, "My friends, I tell you, we've got so much
American ass that we hardly know what to do with it all anymore, and more
just keeps falling out of the sky. Hell, if it were up to me, I'd say keep
his lazy ass."

"You caught some more slaves?!" Grey was astounded.

"Yeah, a trio of almond-eyed California boys just fell into our
laps—almost literally."

No matter what the ethnicity (The slave Brian was black), so long as the
captives were Americans, and could be made to disappear without a trace,
the government didn't care how many men the village took. This far out
though, that number was usually no more than one a year—maybe two if
fortune was smiling. Three had been unthinkable, and yet now that had
happened for a third time. First had come Phil, Brian, and the deceased
Zak, then Logan, Chris, and Jay, and now there were three more boys in the
training shed. It was almost a surfeit.

"What do you do when you have too many slaves and there're no Brothers to
unload your old used slaves onto?" Wulf asked.

"Oh, Lewis and Cyril lived in the city, and they have contacts there. If we
have to move a slave, they can do it with no problems."

Wulf decided this pair either knew the master of the Jolly Rogerer or
someone in the Fuck Freight fleet. Surely they wouldn't be stupid enough to
put a kidnapped American in an Aussie boy-bordello. That would be begging
for trouble—but not his monkeys not his circus.

"So where is everybody?" Grey asked.

"They're in the training shed, of course, working the new slaves over,"
Drakkar said, "We watched those boys for a few days—the same time we
were tracking that hiker your young'un nabbed out from under us. Don't look
wary, since we have the three Asians we decided that you all are welcome to
keep the white slave. This time. We've never had boys like these three
before, and there's debate as to whether they'll be better fucks than the
current stock. However it works out, it should make an interesting
change. Hey, you want to come help us break them in?"

A Brother almost never turned down a chance to fuck, and Wulf and Grey
followed Drakkar to the shed out behind the bar.

Inside they found the aforementioned young Asian-American men being shown
the ropes (literally) of sex slavery. The first boy was on his back in the
sling getting his ass filled while two village men took turns fucking his
mouth. This boy's hands were also busy jerking off two more of the black
studs. These clearly weren't the first to fuck him since the boy's face and
body were streaked with cum

The second boy was kneeling, hands bound behind his back and his body
crisscrossed in red ropes. Someone in the village was getting fancy. One of
the villagers was skull-fucking the boy while another held his head in
place. The two Brothers marveled at how well this slave was taking his
face-dicking.

"These two broke fast," was Drakkar's only comment when Grey asked about
it, "The last one, though, he's an altogether tougher grub."

The third and final almond-eyed captive was bound face-first against an
upright board, spread-eagled. One of the biggest of the village cocks was
buried in his ass drilling away at the unfortunate captive's ass, teaching
him absolute obedience in addition to proficiency in the fine art of
getting fucked. Standing beside the big black, stroking his dick and
patiently waiting his turn, of course, was the Bunyip.

Grey said to Wulf in an aside, "I suppose I shouldn't have expected him to
come back to tell us that he'd found a barn full of monkeys getting
fucked."

A voice from their right answered him, "Probably not. It's obvious that
your brother there's got a one track mind when it comes to putting ass to
its proper use."

The ranger, Alby, sat there patiently rubbing the crotch of his uniform
shorts. He was the third leg (in more ways than one) of the power structure
out here in the bush. So long as he was kept happy, he was agreeable to
almost anything. Occasionally he was even helpful. He'd brought boy, Zak,
in when he'd escaped capture a couple of years ago, and he and his nephew,
Rick, had been part of Jay's abduction.

"Alby," Wolf said, nodding a greeting, "You haven't indulged yet?"

"Not yet. But then I only just got in. Probably not too long before you
did. I just know where to come to get some action."

The bearded blond nonchalantly unzipped his pants and pulled out his 6 inch
cock, which he stoked the rest of the way hard.

"What brings you boys off your station?"

"Just returning that slave we borrowed—but they seem to have more than
they need. Drakkar looked almost surprised that we'd taken the time to
return their property."

"They got years of good fucking out of that ginger," Alby mused, "but I'm
not surprised that the new meat would be more interesting—especially
since they've got so much of it right now."

The villager fucking the boy in the sling finished, coating the boy's ass
walls with sperm, and before another black could step up Alby sprang up to
claim guest rights. He shoved his 6 inches into the submissive hole and
gave the Asian-American ass good old Aussie what-for.

Drakkar laughed, and he sat down with Wulf and Grey to wait their turns.

The sling whore shot a load without touching his dick, and the villagers,
thinking he was jerking off, scooped it up and licked it off their fingers
before forcing a taste of his own sperm on the slave.

The villager fucking the tough nut slave came, and the Bunyip leapt into
the breach. Literally. When he came--and that didn't take long (It never
did)-- Drakkar indicated the Brothers should go next. Wulf let Grey use the
tough-nut slave before he went. As the de facto alpha, he could afford to
be magnanimous. After all, they had all afternoon. That was part of the
beauty of being what and where they were.

Hours later (the sun was moving towards the horizon), with all the
village's new slave trainees leaking gallons of Indigenous, ranger, and
Brother cum out of every orifice, Wulf started pulling on his clothes.

"Drakkar, we appreciate your hospitality, but we really should head back to
the station."

"Any time," Drakkar said, with an affability he rarely used with whites. As
Wulf had noticed, like called to like, and Drakkar never failed to give the
Brothers the respect due fellow hunters, no matter what color their skins.

"By the way I asked around," Drakkar continued, "And there's a
consensus. If you want that old slave of ours, keep him."

Wulf hardly considered the redheaded slave old, but...

"Well, if you're sure you don't need the money you'd get from selling
him..."

"Take him," Drakkar said, "And enjoy his ass. I always did."

It was a challenge, but Wulf wasn't playing monkey dominance games today.

"I will," Wulf said, and he shook hands with the bar owner.

Grey and the Bunyip made their own good-byes, and then the Brothers headed
back out to the rover.

Steve-o and the bitches had climbed into the back and fallen asleep. The
picnic that had been packed remained untouched, which just showed how much
the Americans had learned. When it came to either food or fucking, you
didn't get in a Brother's way.

They shook the boys awake.

"Mount up, gang," Wulf said, "We're heading home. We can eat in the car."

Steve-o started to crawl out of the rover, but Wulf stopped him.

"Forget that. Drakkar said to take you, with the village's
compliments. Seems they have enough new meat and don't need your ass
anymore. Soooo... I guess we're stuck with you."

Franklin and Isaac cheered, and they all squeezed into the rover
again—but with Grey in the shotgun seat, as his seniority merited. The
Station's new normal was asserting itself.