Everybody Wants to Rule the World
Everybody Wants to Rule the World
By: Ty Masters AKA Skye Ryoushuu
Special thanks to my brother, Will Wiger, for all of his work during this project.
The song "Everybody Wants to rule the World" © Tears for Fears
Special note: The Manga "Katsu!" by Jiraiya inspired parts of this story.
"Everybody Wants to Rule the World © Mouko-Glass Productions, Ty Masters
Disclaimer: The following story depicts acts of a homosexual nature between male participants. Some of these acts are non-consensual, incestuous in nature and/or violent. If you are under the age of consent in your area, or if such literature offends you, stop reading now. Otherwise, enjoy and thank you for reading.
"Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the..."
"Mr. Carter! Would you care to join our discussion or are we disturbing your slumber?!"
-snort- "Huh? Wha? I'm up!"
The medium sized theater erupted in laughter as I fell from my seat. The voice behind me had scared me shitless. I found myself tangled in the chord of the headphones, which had become my trademark. I was no better than any number of cute kittens tangled in balls of colourful yarn. The laughter at my expense increased in volume and obnoxiousness as the fog I was under began to clear. I was absolutely humiliated. -sigh- I think I even hit my chin.
"Oh, do get up Mr. Carter, you're wasting my time!"
Damn that dude's accent grates on my nerves.
Hi, the unfortunately pathetic and sleep deprived idiot you see on the floor before you, being chewed out by the large gator with the shitty British accent is me, Jake Carter and I'm your typical college nerd, otherwise known as an Engineering Major in my sophomore year, here at Crestview University, in sunny New Rome.
I'm such a loser.
For the record, I hadn't been sleeping. Well, not exactly... in the seconds before my "fall," I was... well it was more like I was drifting... yeah "drifting" is a good way to describe it. To tell the truth, I hadn't had a good night's sleep in weeks.
As the sting of pain and the heat of humiliation raced across my body, I reflected on my life. Nineteen years on the planet and I had spent most of it either ignored, or laughed at... what a life. I groaned. When I could move, I reached out to retrieve my fallen glasses and when I opened my eyes, the sudden burst of light hit me like a bullet to the brain. This new pain subsided once my vision adjusted but the embarrassment stayed. I felt its heat settle in my cheeks and sagged as I stood, in an effort to retake my seat without drawing too much more attention to myself. The meekness of my voice surprised me when I replied to the gator, my Professor.
"I'm sorry Professor Taylor, it won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't, Mr. Carter, because if my lectures bore you, we can get you a "blankie' and a "ba-ba" and you can nap your way right out of my class."
Professor Taylor kept his condescending gaze trained on me as I continued to shrink further and further into the seat that I'm not entirely sure how I found. My ears swiveled to catch the sounds of dying laughter and I began to wonder why I was even in this class. Even though Professor Taylor had moved on, I could still feel the heat that radiated from his beady eyes a while longer. I didn't dare to look up. At some point, the sound of snickering got under Professor Taylor's scales. In response to his annoyance, he cleared his throat audibly. The silence that followed was deafening. Once again, the Professor adjusted the horn-rimmed glasses he wore and the lecture on the reign of England's Queen Victoria continued.
I shook my head slowly, as I tried to banish the cobwebs from my mind. I closed my eyes again and took a heavy breath. When I opened them, I could have sworn that the professor was staring at me once again. As I stared back at him, some part of me couldn't help but wonder how he kept those damn glasses on his face. I mean, he is a gator after all and has no ears for Christ's sakes! The professor continued to drone on and as he did, my eyes wandered around the room. I saw the faces of those who'd been laughing at me just a short while ago. I wrinkled my nose and then sighed softly. After all, there was no sense in getting mad. I'd made a fool of myself, no one did it to me and it wasn't like I had a chance at making friends here anyway.
"Achoo!"
A sneeze caught my attention and my roaming eyes stopped two rows ahead and three rows to my right. My previously limp tail rose slightly and started to wag without my meaning it to. I could barely contain the smile that crept across my muzzle as I stared at the reason for my sudden change in attitude. Luckily, the professor called an end to our class before I could get lost in my latest daydream and anyone saw what I was doing. Unfortunately, the sudden rush of noise was murder on my sensitive ears; I had to get out of there.
I gathered my things but before I could make my mad dash for freedom, Professor Taylor called me out and demanded that I stay behind.
The look on his face told me that this "private discussion" wasn't gonna be pretty...
After a thirty-minute lecture from Professor Taylor, I was exhausted, but at least I was done with classes for the day. As I staggered out of the classroom, I felt the urgent call of Mother Nature and I dashed to the nearest men's room. Once inside I couldn't get to the trough fast enough. Within moments I had freed the 'beast' and I threw my head back with a silent cry as I felt the euphoria of relief wash over me. It was in that moment the men's room door opened behind me. My back stiffened when I detected a familiar scent above the normal, sweaty musk and funk found in a typical restroom.
I turned my head toward the mirror in order to confirm my suspicion, though there was no real need to do so; my nose never lies. Still, when I saw the newcomer casually stride across the black and white tiled floor my body stiffened. As he drew closer, my blood began to boil and race through my body and my breath caught in my throat. Panic had captured me and I could feel the flames of embarrassment ignite once more and surround me. I could hear my voice echo in my head as I screamed for my body to do something, ANYTHING but just stand there motionless with my dick hanging out of my jeans, getting hard. Time ground to a halt and the only one who seemed immune to it was the newcomer to the rest room; the same guy I had been staring at a little under an hour ago... Seth Benson
Seth Benson was Crestview University's golden boy. He was a mid-term transfer student from some small-town high school in New York. He was such a God, such a beast on the field that they gave him an opened ended sports scholarship that allowed him to play any sport he wished. Currently that included playing Football for the Crestview Lightning, Rugby for the Crestview Titans and Ice Hockey for the Crestview Flames. It's hard to believe there was a time I didn't know who he was. As hard as it is to believe that a nerd like me could be so interested in what a guy like that did, I really didn't have much of a choice. I'd seen a lot of him lately. After all, he's my roommate.
Seth let out a low-pitched groan as the satisfaction of relief overtook him. The initial force of his urine stream hitting the heavy steel trough sounded like a hammer hitting an anvil. The sound ricocheted around the black tiled room and let me tell ya, it was loud. No matter how loud as it was in that small space, somehow it was much louder in my head. At least it startled me enough so that I was finally able to move and for that, I was thankful. I wasn't watching him but at this distance, it was impossible not to see what this ursine jock was packing between his legs. When I saw it, my throat went dry and I nearly choked on my tongue. Seth outclassed me by at least seven inches. Feeling my own flow subside, I hastily shook my own thickening maleness dry and shoved it back into my pants. Then I started to rush off. Seth's voice startled me and I froze in my tracks.
"Dude, you're either really brave or really stupid; I mean, falling asleep in Taylor's class like that AND snoring? I hope he didn't set your stones on fire."
His voice sent shivers down my spine and it took all my self-control and then some to keep my tail from exploding into a flurry of motion. My knees felt weak and I could feel myself continue to grow uncomfortably in my jeans. I tried to keep my breathing steady. Even though we were roommates, Seth didn't' talk to me much, but when he did, I melted inside. My brain raced as I thought of something to say. Before I realized it, I was talking and no doubt sounding incredibly lame.
"Are you serious? Just try to stay awake with Taylor going on about his bagel and other irrelevant bullshit. Besides, that room is too damn hot. I couldn't help it."
I washed my paws as I stared at myself in the mirror. I ran my fingers through my headfur and mane. As I looked into the mirror, I caught the image of Seth shaking his member dry and I felt my chest tighten. I immediately averted my gaze to something innocuous, as warmth came to the bridge of my muzzle. I started for the door and I was out of there as quickly as I could've been. I really had to stop meeting him like this.
--
"Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on Mother Nature
Everybody wants to rule the world."
I found a quiet place to sit, relax and mentally berate myself. My head pounded fiercely and blood rushed through my veins. Yet another encounter with Seth had ended in disaster. He showed up and I ran from him. I was sure that by this time, Seth thought I was some sort of snob. The truth is people make me uncomfortable.
I found a shady spot behind Gundam Athletic Hall and sat down. I couldn't go back to my room because Seth would be there and I really couldn't handle seeing him again so soon. I slipped headphones on and started to play my favorite CD. I knew the music would help me feel better. As Curt Smith sung about an obsession with world domination, I closed my eyes. I could still see the words on Seth's shirt as I drifted into my own world and remembered how he and I first met. As I reflected on how this predicament got started, I also tried to figure out where I went wrong and what my next move should be.
It all started that day...
The day Seth Benson walked into my life was as typical a day as any other. I spent most of it as a faceless exile among the masses. Well, that is until my quantum physics class stated. That's when I got all the attention I could ever want, only it was in the form of dirty looks, vicious whispering and threats aimed vaguely in my direction. I always suffered this type of juvenile abuse because my high exam scores set the grading curve. It wasn't like I coveted such a prize, but that kind of success sure didn't earn me any friends.
It was nearly seven o'clock when I returned to my dorm after another soul-numbing shift at the campus coffee house where I worked. My fur carried the stench of severely overpriced coffee. Two years of working around the stuff had done precious little to abate my complete and utter disdain for the scent. However, on the bright side, I grew to despise most of the caffeine-addicted assholes that wasted their time there with an intensity that was hotter than the coloured swill I served each day. I was always exhausted when I left that joint and this day was no different. I was completely exhausted when I got to my floor. I had a book report on "War and Peace" which was due on Monday and I was barely half way through it, but it was Friday so I didn't really care. The only thing that was on my mind was a quick shower and some quality time with Kagagoogoo, Depeche Mode, Bow Wow Wow, and The Clash. In other words, I intended to veg-out with my collection of 80's music, my headphones and my bed. But as they say; "If ya wanna see God bust a gut laughin' at yeh... go ahead, have plans."
When I opened the door to my room, my jaw dropped open. Half my stuff was missing and there was a second bed where my bookcase once stood. I thought I'd been robbed. An overwhelming sense of helplessness, anger and shock filled my being as I started to back up... right into a mountain of wet fur and muscle.
"Hey watch it dude! You're standin' on my foot!"
I hastily leapt away from the hulking male behind me, only to watch him walk forward and enter my violated room as I started on a hasty apology, which quickly became a protest.
"Uhh I'm sorry, I... I just need... to call...? HEY! What are you...? You can't go in there, that's MY room!"
"Dude, I was assigned to this room a couple hours ago... so chill, okay?"
This dripping statue pushed past me and started to unload his stuff from the duffle bag on the empty bed. He never attempted to explain or introduce himself and he met all my further protests from me with dismissive grunts or simply ignored them outright. Saying that I was pretty damn annoyed was an understatement. I had been assigned a single but this dude was in my room, stuffing his gear into my dresser, not only that, but half my stuff was gone. However, no matter how pissed off I was I couldn't do a damn thing about it; my feet wouldn't move. I stood in the hall, just outside my open door, simply staring at the half-naked guy. My tail dropped and my eyes widened. It was hard not to drool as I took in every movement this guy made. Truthfully, I could have melted right then and died a happy wolf. He was that fine. He'd barely spoken two full sentences to me, but Goddamn; I was already in love. The things that ran through my mind as I stood there would've made a nun blush and a rabbi eat pork.
Even hunched over the way he was, I could see that Seth was well over seven feet tall and he couldn't have weighed less than four-hundred pounds. He was a mixed breed bear, but I wasn't sure which breeds they were. He had the brightest sapphire eyes I'd ever seen and his body was the perfect mix of muscle and pudge. His fur was the colour of stained oak and his were the sharpest, whitest teeth imaginable. His right arm bore a tattoo of a serpent coiled around his arm from elbow to shoulder and extended onto his right pec. As I stood there, I was sure that I was in the presence of a fucking God. And when I saw the size of his sheath, I nearly creamed right then and there.
Once the initial shock had worn off and the outrage over the invasion of my privacy had ebbed away, I was sure I'd seen him around on campus before. I'm sure he was involved in some sport or other but right then, I couldn't get my brain to draw a coherent connection. My heart slammed against my ribcage like a warrant officer banging down a fugitive's door and before I realized it, he was standing over me. I got a nose full of his strong musk and my head started to spin as my stomach tied itself in knots. The next thing I knew, a paw grabbing my shoulder from behind had me leaping out of my fur.
When I clamed down, I realized that the person behind me was the dorm's R.A., Hank Grimes.
"Geez, Carter, fer a wolf, you're jumpier than a long tailed cat in a room full'a rockin' chairs. I see ya met yer new roomie. Jake Carter, meet Seth Benson."
Hank was the R.A for Ross Hall North. He could be a sadistic fuck with a lousy sense of humour. I turned to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt as I asked through clenched teeth.
"Tell me this is another one of your twisted pranks."
The bobcat shook his head and held up his paws to show that they were clean.
"Look, Carter, th' order came from on high... I swear."
Hank purred softly and put his arm around my neck as we walked away from my open door. He steered me down the hall, toward his room and as we walked, he filled me in on the policy change that had gone into effect during the time I had been away from the dorm. Most of the reasoning went over my head, but the heart of the problem was the roof collapse in Ross Hall South, the female dorm. Apparently, the only place with enough space to house the displaced ladies was Ross Hall North. To that end, all single rooms were now doubles. All doubles were now triples and so on. In addition, the floors were now segregated and new house rules were in effect. In short, most aspects of life in my temporary home would change and I could do precious little to change it. On the bright side, I would get some sort of compensation toward my tuition, not that any of this mattered; Seth was on his way down the hall. As the bear approached, I caught another lungful of his clean, yet musky scent and it made my knees weak. My breath came and went in short, powerful bursts and another brief glance of him made my body feel weak and turned my legs into so much limp pasta. Hank continued to talk, but by this time his voice was little more than white noise to me.
It took a moment or two for me to regain both my composure and stability, but once Seth disappeared around the corner, coherent thought got easier. Unfortunately for me, the real panic set in when I wondered how was I going to keep being gay a secret with such a hot guy as my roommate. Of course, the concerns I voiced to Hank were more superficial in nature.
"Where is the rest of my stuff? I mean, there were books, my computer. My records, if you scratched my vinyl...."
"Look Carter, chill okay? The rest of your gear is in storage. If you can find a way to make it fit your smaller space, so be it."
I went back to my room with a heavy heart and sweaty paws. The scent in the room was different now. Suddenly, the overwhelming scent of a young hot-blooded ursine jock invaded my nose and I felt dizzy. I opened a window to clear stuff out and began to rearrange my stuff. It took a couple of hours, but I was able to replace much of what was had been removed to make space for Seth to my half of the room. Unfortunately, some things would have to remain in storage, but then again who needs three been bag chairs?
Back then, I only hoped that keeping my secret from Seth would be so simple.
The track on my player changed as I reflected on our first weeks as cellmates. I figured that being there as infrequently as I could, would solve the problem. I studied for hours in the stacks; I worked at the coffee house or at a local gas station. I filled time with boxing, not that I was good at it, but most other times I was just elsewhere. I had found a place on the Crestview property that was off campus, and I made it my refuge. It might have been easier if I had some friends, but the art of being invisible was something I had perfected.
No one ever noticed me, and it didn't have a thing to do with my desire to be trapped in close quarters with studly bears, or my fear of that desire being discovered. Truth be told, I was just more comfortable being a ghost.
I was beyond thankful that most of the time when I was there, all that remained of Seth was the rich and musky scent that lingered on his sheets when he was away. Sometimes I detected other scents that mingled with his, but an open window usually fixed that annoyance. I told myself that I was content to be a passing ship. I convinced myself that getting to know him was dangerous and that I was better off without him.
What a load of bullshit.
I'd taken to burying my muzzle in his sheets when he was gone.
Things went on this way for a while, but then the wheels of fate stuck its foot so deeply in my ass one day that I'm still tasting boot leather on my tongue. The day I learned that Mr. Pearson, the owner of the gas station where I worked, had passed away his son, Dean, immediately closed the station down. At the funeral, the fennec gave me my final check and told me to have a nice life. Without anywhere else to go, I found myself spending more and more time in the room with Seth around.
I returned after class one afternoon to find him flipping through several of my CD's and rifling through my much prized vinyl collection. The quizzical tone in his voice was... annoying.
"Kim Wilde, Naked Eyes, Bananarama, Men Without Hats, Men At Work, Duran Duran, Culture Club, Fine Young Cannibals, Wham!, Human League, Nena, Dead or Alive, The Eurythmics, Flock of Seagulls, Gary Numan, Berlin, Kim Wilde, Billy Idol... dude, what is all this? Tracy Ullman? Wasn't she the creator of the Simpsons or something? And what in hell is a Wang Chung?
I remember the questions and his genuine ignorance when it came to the names of artists to whom I had built my once glorious shrine. I tried to explain it all to him but the blank look on his face told me that there was no understanding on his part and part of me felt badly because I realized we had nothing in common. I felt the distance between me and my obsession grow and the emptiness I felt inside grew along with it. Seth left for practice and I sighed softly as I tried to resume my Buddhist meditation. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring my cluttered mind into focus, so I gently relieved him of my music and shook my head.
Why did the hot ones have to be so clueless?
A few days later, I got to the room before he did and I decided to work of some off the tension that had been building over the last few weeks. I started surfing the net for stroke material showing any number of Canids and Ursines living out the fantasies I had tried to bury so deeply. The latest flick I was watching had absorbed so much of my focus that I barely had time to hide the evidence of my "entertainment" when Seth suddenly walked into the room. He seemed upset about something or other and when he finally did notice my presence, he had already stripped three quarters of the way from his mud-caked uniform. I felt myself shrink in many ways. His pads fell to the floor with a thud and he grunted in my direction like an irate moose.
"I thought you'd be at work now?"
"Haven't found a new job and, well I have a Physic's paper that's due... I... I'll go... "
"Oh yeah, that's right." His voice softened. 'Listen, you don't have to go... it's your room too you know I'll just... grab a shower. Maybe you can help me with some of that physics stuff when I come back?"
"Uh..."
Yeah, that was all I could manage to say before he grabbed his towel and left the room. I stared at the clothes that Seth left behind. I couldn't help but take special note of the jock that sat on top of that "fragrant" pile of cloth and fiberglass. I knew it was wrong. Everything inside me screamed that what I was thinking of doing was wrong and utterly forbidden, but I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to touch it. Electricity flowed through me as I laid my paw on the elastic fabric that held Seth's package and cradled it against impact and injury. Before I could stop myself, I found my tongue lapping the remnants his sweat left behind in his cup. I held the bunched mesh fabric to my cold wet nose and took in a deep breath. In that moment, I could intimately understand the feelings of every wasteoid that ever huffed from a can of paint, provided that the scent was as good as Seth's. For an all too brief moment, I felt as if I was floating in mid-air. Then, it ended all too quickly. But damn it all, I knew I was hooked. I knew I wanted more. I might have stuffed the whole thing into my muzzle, if I hadn't heard Seth's heavy footfalls returning to the room we shared.
He was dressed when he returned to the room. He kicked the soiled clothes under his bed, as was his custom. Then he pulled his chair back toward mine and we studied in close contact at my desk. We studied through all of the late evening and part of the night. To my constant frustration, he stayed uncomfortably close. I could feel the warmth of his breath on the nape of my neck. I could feel the weight of his touch each time he came closer, or touched me and I could smell his incredible musk. Even when it mixed with the fragrance of the soap he used, Seth's scent was completely overwhelming. The dull throb I felt in my sheath was excruciating and I could feel my white furred nuts turn blue. Eventually I feigned a need to crash so that I could get away from him; I crawled off toward my bed to save my sanity. Silently I prayed to all of the reigning deities for sleep to take me... anywhere. However, sleep would not come to me easily and when it did arrive; sleep did not stay for long.
Sometime later, I awoke to a hundred little things that seemed to take place at once. The smell of rain, the sounds of a storm, my own suppressed and neglected needs, not to mention the intensely erotic sounds of Seth's deep and guttural groaning mixed with the squeaking of bedsprings. All of these things and more caused me to squirm in my bed. Eventually I turned over in my bed and curled myself into a ball. I wanted to fade away. Seth was fucking some chick in the bed next to mine and I couldn't do anything about it. Jealousy gripped me so tightly that I could barely breathe and when I did, I felt the frenzied flame of frustration attack my groin and set my nuts ablaze as the scents of his musk and the rain outside mingled and assaulted my nose.
I'm not exactly sure what made gave me the courage to turn my head toward sound of Seth and this evenings conquest. I can't describe what it was that made me open my eyes to look. Maybe it was that aforementioned jealously that held me in its grasp and wouldn't let go, or maybe the curiosity that gnawed at my emptiness guided my actions that night. Whatever that something in me was, it cried out too loudly to be ignored. I needed to know what he possessed in such overwhelming abundance that I lacked so completely. I needed to know what made him so confident and strong so that I could know what made me so cowardly and weak. I felt like shit. The thoughts of what would happen if Seth or his random bedmate should notice my spying plodded around in my head for a moment or two before receding into my subconscious. The Devil's Advocate within me reasoned that Seth was the one knocking boots in my room, and that watching him do it wasn't wrong. I didn't completely agree with that assessment, but I really didn't give a damn.
I watched him through half-lidded eyes in hopes of minimizing any chance of the lovers discovering my consciousness, so it took a few moments for my vision to grow accustomed to the absence of light in the room. At first, it was hard to distinguish anything. Formless shadows and masses censored my view of anything tawdry that might have been taking place. All I had was a racy soundtrack to heighten my curiosity. Little by little, I began to distinguish the shapes and movements that lay in the bed across from me, just beyond my reach. When I did, I was shocked to realize that the only person Seth was screwing was himself.
The sounds and scents of scents of Seth's pleasured lover were just figments of my overworked imagination. I was such a little fool. My throat tightened as my focus sharpened on his prostrate form. Soon I understood that it was his oversized fist that was wrapped tightly around his shaft. I witnessed his pleasure build as he explored his body with is free paw. As he alternated between working his erect nipples and squeezing his nuts, I felt the room grow uncomfortably small. Every so often, he would stretch his thick foreskin far beyond the bloated mushroom that was his cockhead. He would emit a strained groan and slam his fist back down. Afterward, he'd bring his claw up so that a thin strand of sticky fluid caught the only faint thread of light that streamed into our room from outside. Sometimes he would alternate this routine by sucking and groaning around the claw he'd just forced down into his piss slit. Watching this and hearing his stifled cries of ecstasy sent a million jolts of pleasure through my body.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. Sure, I knew he had to get relief in some way, but I tried hard not to wonder who, where, or how. Now those questions slammed through my brain with the same ferocity that my blood pulsed through my body. My tongue hung from my muzzle as I panted silently. My throat was so dry it felt as if I had swallowed a glass full of sand, yet somehow I managed to drool enough to soak my pillow. I was way beyond mesmerized. Like a moth to a flame, I wanted... no, I needed to be with him right then and there, yet I that I couldn't be. Damn, but my cock throbbed something fierce. It would've been an understatement to say that it was angry. It begged and pleaded for the attention of my paw or something better, yet I ignored it. I couldn't risk Seth seeing my bedclothes rise and fall. I couldn't risk him catching on. Those feelings of embarrassment, guilt, shame and consequence stared to creep up my spine. I kept telling myself I had entered dangerous waters, even as my paw slipped below my waistband and my grip tightened around my wayward pride. What if Seth didn't appreciate a stroke-buddy? What if he was an ultra alpha male that didn't like faggots? What if he was like my dad?
While my head argued the point with my libido, I could feel my heated blood thrash violently around my body and throb throughout my turgid shaft. For one excruciating moment, I found myself caught between rapture and fear. I knew the tension of crashing waves as they break upon the jagged reef. I knew the torment of Sisyphus and pitied myself. I wept in silent agony as my paw acted of its own accord and slipped down my slick shaft, only to squeeze the engorged knot that lay at its base. I muffled my urges to pant and moan with my paw fingers. At some point, I felt their slickness explore my tight rear entrance. Seth's bestial grunts and guttural moans spurred me on to deeper exploration my deepest places. Before I realized it m my sheets were saturated with sweat. I shifted slightly and spread my legs just a little and another paw finger slipped under my swollen nuts and into my grasping tail hole. I bit down on my lower lip hard enough for one of my fangs to draw a small trickle of blood. I tried not o squirm as I felt my fingers inside. It was uncomfortable at first, but somehow Seth's voice, his scent and even the rain made it easier. It was hard not to move around as I fingered myself. It was even harder to keep my breathing even as I did it. As if timed by the Gods, A thunderclap rolled across the heavens as I reached that tight mass of flesh inside me. The sound covered the high-pitched whine that I could not contain. I hadn't been touched there in so long, and my first time was so horrible that I did my best to forget the experience, but I had to admit that the feeling of my fingers stretching that muscled ring was fuckin' fantastic. Seth's voice relaxed and I closed my eyes. I pretended Seth was in my bed whispering, growling and panting in my ear as our bodies moved together as one. I imagined him toying with my body as his plaything; I imagined the feel of his fur rubbing against mine. I imagined the way he tasted and oh, God it was so good! I imagined him pounding me so deep and erasing everything mundane about me. I imagined him making me into a new wolf. I don't know what his fantasies were about but when he climaxed, I felt it shoot through me like an errant lightning bolt from the tumultuous heavens above. His intensity shoved me over the edge. His moans covered my own muted cries as I exploded and my load soaked the sheets.
As I came down from the clouds and my heartbeat began to slow its frenzied pace, the true gravity of what I had just done hit me like a metric fuckton. The heat of embarrassment spread throughout my body and as the heavenly feelings of rapture dissipated, felt myself drown in a torrent of guilt and self-loathing. Panic filled my senses as I imagined any number of violent scenarios that could happen when the scent of my shame assaulted Seth's nose. Now it was a cold sweat, which leaked from my pores and clung to my fur. I felt unclean. Just moments after the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, I wished I were dead.
To my surprise, the apocalypse did not come. In fact, the sounds of light snoring were coming from the bed across from mine. I got up and stripped my bed of the soiled sheets. I marveled at how wet they were... It had only been the second time I had gotten off like that. I had to rid myself of the evidence... I got a shower and took my bedding to the laundry room. A little over an hour later I laid my truly exhausted body down and tried to sleep once more. This time a thick black and dreamless sleep consumed me and when I opened my eyes again, Seth was gone... and so was almost half the morning.
That was just a little over six weeks ago.
I haven't been able to look him directly in the eye since.
Since then, Seth has been getting off nightly. At first, I tried not to spy on him, I tried not to join him, but I only found myself getting less and less sleep. He doesn't just get off once or twice a night, then pass out. Oh no, Seth blows more than three of four times in the space of an hour, yet he never seems to tire. And I'll be damned if each explosion isn't bigger and more powerful than the last. I'm left to wonder how he had any of the boundless energy or the hard-core aggression that he shows on the various fields of athletic conquest he reigned over as king. I've been doing a tightrope walk between being a decent guy and a sleazy pervert. I feel so dirty about the way I pleasure myself without him knowing. I'm ashamed of the way I wrap myself up in his damp and sticky sheets when he races out for his morning exercises and breakfast.
Since it's gotten warmer, I've felt the monster of jealously possess me whenever he is gone after midnight. I've even tracked him to a wooded area, complete with a stream just a short walk from our dorm. This thing has gotten way out of my paws. Either I am pathetic wolf, or I'm a very creepy stalker
I'm not sure anymore.... I'm just not sure.
It's my own design...
It's my own remorse...
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you...
... All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world...
"WATCH OUT!"
A few days after the total humiliation I suffered in Professor Taylor's class, found me heading back toward the north dorms. My favorite track was pulsing through my head and I had my nose buried in yet another book. For convenience sake, I had cut across the lush, manicured lawn of the north quad. While my physical being was tethered to this mortal coil, Shakespeare had my mind elsewhere; in a medieval fantasy, far away from what I called life. It turns out that I should've been paying more attention to where I was going, because I didn't have time to react to the onslaught of fiercely aggressive males that bore down on me. The last thing I remember before I went airborne was looking up. The words "RUGBY PLAYERS EAT THEIR DEAD!" came at me full force and a wall of pain enveloped my lithe, yet muscular frame. As I hit the ground, I heard a groan, which wasn't mine and I felt an incredible weight overwhelm and purge the air from my lungs. My eyes flew open and I heard a sickening crunch ring out into the air. A shadow blocked out the sun and then, only darkness.
When next I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting in an all too familiar place. My blood ran cold. I looked down and shivered at what I saw. I squeezed my eyes shut and yet the images I received upon opening them again were the same. This was not my dorm room, or Professor Taylor's class. No, those places paled in comparison to were I stood. Some places were far worse. Places like my childhood home.
The isolation that I endured everyday had its beginnings here. The place where I had grown up was not one of compassion, love or affection; and my father certainly wasn't anywhere close to being Cliff Huxtable. No, he was a huge maned wolf with a solid frame, carved from a block of marble. He had a domineering personality, which struck fear into the hearts of so many... including me, his only son. He was a hard, ex-military man and retired police officer, whose career ended much too soon because of a bullet to the shoulder, which made him unfit to be out on the streets. He never recovered from that bitterness, and he took it out on the world. He spent most of his time on the road as a trucker. When he wasn't on a haul, he was in some dive bar on the edge of town. He did whatever he could stay away from me. He judged me responsible for my mother's death, since she died giving me life. As a result, we never bonded.
Three years had passed and part of me knew that I sat in the haunting echo of a memory that I had tried so hard to bury. That part of me tried to calm my fears, tried to convince me that what I was experiencing had already happened, that it couldn't hurt me anymore, yet nothing could quell the angst I felt. Nothing soothed the panic that slowly devoured my being. Nothing could change what happened, or what I felt back then, nor could it lessen those emotions that currently held sway over my body.
Panic set in and the room started to feel smaller than I remembered. I could feel the walls closing in. I reached for the door, but as I did, it burst open. My father's frame filled the doorway and blocked my escape and the light from the hallway. The look in his eyes made him look like a demon and as he stepped into my room, I realized that's exactly what he was. His first blow sent me flying backward and bloodied my nose.
"Faggot"
"Dad... Daddy...I..."
He kicked me in the ribs and growled,
"Don't bother, you tail raisin' fuck!"
He brought his heel down on my back as I tried to scramble away. He kicked me in the stomach and stomped my head. I tried to curl into a ball in hopes of defending against his heavy blows as he continued to fume. My whimpering and begging went unheeded.
"No, No d-Dad, Please... I'm s-or--- Sorry,"
The blows stopped for a moment and I prayed that it was over. As far as beatings go, this wasn't as bad as some I had endured. However, my body seized when he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. His sharp claws made short work of my tank top. An even greater fear overtook me when he pulled me closer to his muzzle. I could smell the cheap booze on his breath as his words slurred slightly.
"You took my bitch from me faggot, and since you like suckin' cock..."
My eyes grew wide as he slammed me against the wall hard enough to steal my breath, and raised my right leg. I struggled as I heard the thin rayon fabric of my shorts tear, but he was bigger and stronger. I whined again as I lost control of my bladder, which made him lose it even more.
"DID YOU JUST PISS ON ME YOU LOUSY FUCKIN' PRAG?!"
Pain ripped through my entire body as he pried my ring open. I screamed, cried and begged as he pressed his burning weapon to the hilt in my previously undefiled tailhole.
"Who knew you were good for something after all, YOU FUCKING CUNT?!"
His intrusion felt like a bat wrapped in razor wire, and I swore that he would split me in half. I could feel the sensitive skin and muscle of my sphincter tear. I could detect the copper-like scent of my blood. He didn't wait for me to get used to him inside me. He simply smiled at me as if I were prey as he began to thrust. My back rubbed against the wall he held me against and he kept grunting and pounding away, I saw the fire in his eyes and I trembled more as my body tried to force his over sized intruder out, but all my futile struggling, all my cries for mercy and even my tears brought him an insane amount of pleasure. He licked my tears away as his thrusts became tougher and encouraged more agony to flow from me as he squeezed the nipple on my right pec with his free claw.
"That's it cocksucker! Take it! Cry! Think I care? I'm still gonna fuck you like the BITCH YOU ARE! Yeh Ain't My SON, YOU'RE JUST A TIGHT CUNT!"
Each time he hilted, I could feel his thick cock head rub against something in me that made my stomach clench and release. A sickness washed over me that I couldn't explain, but that I knew I could grow to like, if only...
Adrenaline clouded my brain and endorphins eased my pain. Somewhere, on a very basic level, I understood that there was pleasure to be had in this, and that all I need do is reach for it. When my own slick cock awoke and pressed against my father's stomach, he growled and grabbed my head fur and slammed it back into the wall.
The sounds of his enjoyment were enough to make my body react to him with submission. Surprise crept into his voice as he felt battered ring tighten around him, and my pained whimpers turned into throaty moans. I felt my father's claws scrap along my swollen, knotted shaft as he screamed into my ear
"YOU WARPED LITTLE FUCK! YOU LIKE IT, DON'T YOU...? YOU LOVE MY COCK IN YOU. DON'T YOU?"
I wanted to scream as he painfully squeezed my shaft. I thought he was going to rip it off. When my own knot swelled, he sunk his claws into it. The sudden intensity of the pain and pleasure drove me that much closer to delirium. I felt my father's fangs tear into my collar as he shoved his knot into me, my body shuddered and the tears ran, but my voice failed me. My screams were silent and again the scent of blood rose above the others in the air.
"Just like a whore to be on her period when a man wants to fuck..."
That was the last thing my father said as he unloaded his seed into my backside and I passed out.
When I awoke with a start an indeterminate amount of time later, I was on top of my bed without a clue as to how I got there. It took a moment for my aching head to stop spinning and for me to sort things out. When I did, I realized two things. The first was that it was all a dream. I mean, it did happen, but just not in the space in which I couldn't quite account for. The second thing was that I was in my dorm room, I was alone, and I was unsure of exactly how I got there. The next thing I observed was less of a mystery. The scent of fresh cum was heavy and thick in the air. I didn't need to look down to understand what had happened my sheets were soaked and I was humiliated. I curled into a ball as tears of anguish flowed from my eyes and soaked my face fur.
It took some time, but when I regained control of myself, I pulled the sheets off my bed and stripped from my clothes. I stood, albeit a little too fast and I felt the room spin for my trouble. My body felt as if I had been through a stone pulverizer my head cried out that I should take things slower. My ears drooped along with my tail as I sighed and braced myself on the nearby desk. After a time, I moved toward the mirror while touching the place on my collar where my Father bit me. My body felt like it was made of lead and as I rubbed the place where my fur was slightly darker than the rest of my body fur and as I did, the remaining memories of my suffering that night weighed on my mind. I remembered how my Father beat and raped me for seven more hours before throwing my naked and half-dead body out into the rain. I remembered crawling my way over to Mrs. Phelps' trailer. I remember how she called the cops. I remembered both of his trials and his sentencing. I remember the year and a half I spent in foster and group homes. I wondered how he was and if he was getting a series of rectal booster shots from guys named Peanut and Molly. I studied myself in the mirror. After all this time, I hadn't changed at all. Sure, I put on about fifty pounds of muscle. I meditated and boxed and I did yoga, but I was still the same weak pup that my father made his bitch three years ago. I would never be anything else. I closed my eyes I an attempt to fight back a fresh wave of tears as I leaned, and then slid down the cool, reflective glass.
The door opened.
"Oh Dude! You're awake. Thank GOD!'
Seth was standing in the doorframe. He had a concerned and apologetic look on his face. In his huge paws, he held my broken glasses and mangled CD player. He looked from me to his paws and sighed softly.
"Dude, I'm sorry."
I never looked into his eyes; my vision centered on his broad chest and the words on his shirt. "RUGBY PLAYERS EAT THEIR DEAD!" I stood on unsteady legs. I was naked for the first time in front of Seth and it meant nothing. My voice sounded like gravel. It was very different from what I was used to coming out of my mouth.
"Benson, what happened? How'd I get here? What happed to my glasses, my player?
"Well, you got tackled. It was an accident, but you don't have any broken bones. The campus doc said you'd have a headache but you were okay otherwise. Your stuff though... not so much. I'm so sorry dude. Listen, I'll pay for your glasses and player... but I never heard of Tears for Fears? Is that some sort of some sort of death metal?"
I blinked as the realization of what he was saying hit me. I shook my head and my muscles grew tight my teeth were clenched as I spoke.
"No, it's a Brit pop group from the '80's. They're my favorite band. It's gonna be impossible to replace the player or the disk, both were limited editions.
The Bear looked down at the mangled case and whimpered softly. Had I been in a different state of mind, I certainly would have melted, but as angry as I was, such things fell below my notice.
"How bad is the damage?"
I was still speaking through tightly clenched teeth, and my voice had taken on a sharp growl, which made its new gravel-like quality sound remarkably similar to the way my Father spoke to me every day of my life. Hell, I could still hear the old man in my head and that angered even more, Seth heard this, but mistook it for a sound of pain. He set the destroyed items down on his desk and he rushed over to my side.
"Look Jake, You should get back to bed. After all man, you took a pretty hard hit. How, how are you feeling?"
The remorse and compassion in his eyes was... painful. I pushed away from him. I had to avoid his eyes. If the mask slipped, if he saw what was truly inside...
"I want to see the damage"
I snatched the player from his desk. The LED Crystals were broken and bleeding, the Logic board of the unit was cracked, the batteries were gone and the door was off its hinges. The disk itself was cracked some of the reflective foil was gone, and small pieces of it were missing. The track listings for "Shout" and "Head Over Heels" were gone as well and my headphones. The ones I took everywhere were gone and presumed destroyed and discarded.
More rage than I ever thought I could feel welled up inside of me.
I gathered the pieces and the pieces of my broken glasses and slammed them into the wastebasket. I grunted at a question that no one asked as I reached for my towel.
"Fuck. I guess it can't be helped. Look, I need a shower."
With my towel slung over my shoulder, I passed Seth who was breathing deeply by then. As reached the door, he sneezed. I looked back to see a dopey, almost dream-like expression on his face. All of the compassion and concern he had shown remained evident on his visage, but in the space of a few brief seconds, something else that I couldn't' process had been added. Something had changed about him but I simply didn't care
I stood under the artificial rain of an ice cold shower. Expecting that there would be any hot water would be asking too much, since eighteen young women moved into our dorm. The water soaked my fur and bit into my flesh and I once more relieved the details of that night. The rain back then was just as cold... and I was just as wretched and alone. All of this did precious little to elevate my mood. It did however, make the groggy and dazed feeling I had disappear. I shampooed my fur and stood there for while, even as I began to hyperventilate under the shower's steady stream. After a time, I turned off the taps and exited the shower area.
My body warmed within moments of stepping on the fur dryer. Once dry, I stepped on a scale. One hundred-eighty, the scale read a lousy one hundred and eighty pounds. I stood in front of a mirror as I ran a towel through my fur to fluff it. I grumbled at myself under my breath. I hated the way I looked. I'm nothing but a typical nerd. Yeah, I played basketball, I boxed, I swam, (but only because I was afraid of drowning) I even did yoga; but I was as far from an athlete as I could be. I had none of the style or finesse. As I stood there, I saw my father's reflection staring back at me, and yet it was only a pale, weak imitation. It stood there, staring at me, mocking me. My smoke coloured fur was very unlike my father's fur, which was the color of spun silver. His was soft and alive; in contrast, mine resembled cheap fuzz stapled on by underpaid Chinese factory workers. My eyes were green, but they had no sparkle. They were dead inside. The cut of my muscles was shallow, while his was deep. My paws were smaller, Hell, the only thing I had going for me was an oversized package, which I'd never get to use. I could hear my father's laughter in my ears and the refection in the mirror did the same. I was nothing but a joke. My vision turned red and before I realized it, I just...
CRUNCH!
...Exploded.
The tinkle of glass on the green and white bathroom tiles, reminded me of the gentle song of a wind chime. I stepped back from the now broken mirror and still, I heard his voice in my head his laughter.
CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
I sent another hard right to the mirror, then another and then a hard left. The remaining mirrored glass fell to the floor like rain. I stood there, huffing deeply with blood dripping from my lacerated knuckles.
"What the FUCK?!"
I pivoted on my right foot to see a smaller reynard staring back at me with wide eyes. His gaze went from mine to my paws, then from my paws to the mirror and then the floor. His gaze rested at my crotch before a blush came to the fur on the bridge of his muzzle. Once again, I could hear my old man in me ear, as if he were standing behind me.
"Look at that cunt boy... take him....the faggot'll love it. "
I shut my eyes and growled at the fox from deep within my gut in a low, dangerous tone.
"Get... out..."
I opened my eyes again and when I did, the little reynard scrambled away.
There was a blood print on the wall from where i punched it, again in order to scare the kid. I hadn't been this mad in so long that it scared me. I began to shake uncontrollably; I had to get away. I quickly grabbed my towel and I ran back to my room.
I can't stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
"Good God, dude! Jake, What happened to your paws...? Whoa! Where are you going man...?"
When I got back to the room, I immediately started grabbing clothes. Seth followed me around the room trying to get me to stop. I ignored him, at first. He put his arm on my shoulder and spun me around so that I would meet his gaze. Seth swallowed hard as he spoke to me,
"You took a nasty hit from me today, buddy. The doc said that you should rest, and you... you're paw is bleeding! Whatever it was, I'll grab it for you man."
Seth's voice pleaded with me as I wrenched from his grasp. I couldn't look into his eyes, they were too soft and kind; they were too remorseful. The expression on his face did everything but openly beg me to stay. Hell, maybe they did. Maybe I was just too blind to see it; I know that if I were in a different frame of mind, I would have given anything, paid any price to see eyes of that kind from anyone, and especially from him. Right then all that filled my belly was anger and self-loathing. A simple, yet kind, glance in my direction would do nothing to calm the surging storm of torment that raged inside me.
Some part of me regrets that now.
Seth put a paw on my shoulder and spun me around once more. By this time I was busy wrapping my paws. I slipped on a pair of white and red rayon basketball shorts to cover my nakedness. There were one or two red smudges in the fabric, from my blood, but I didn't care. I found myself nose to nose with Seth again, and while that would have made me weak in the knees normally, now I wasn't in the mood.
"Let me go, Benson."
I growled at the larger male... I must have been out of my mind,
"Damn it Jake! Will you calm down and tell me what's wrong? Why are your knuckles bleeding? Why do you look so crazed? Where do you think you're going? You're not in any shape..."
I slapped his paw away. The muscles in my face tensed and my eyes narrowed. My growl shook the room, and made Seth, the rock star sports stud of Crestview University, back away from me. Truly, it sounded like another person was in the room when I spoke my next few words.
"Wanna know what my FUCKINNG problem is Benson? YOU'RE my GOD DAMNED problem! You come in and take over my place. You proceed to ruin my shit storm of a life. You walk around naked, ALL THE FUCKING TIME! You leave your funky clothes all over my side of the room, all over my bed. You fuck everything that isn't nailed down and I never know when I can even come home. You never study; you're always begging me to bail your sorry ass out with your classes. You spilled grape soda on my external hard drive. You FUCKING LOVE MARALYN MANSON but you're too dense to know that he got most of his stuff from bands that you're too DUMB TO LEARN ABOUT! And the icing on the cake is that you fucking ruined the only thing I've ever really cared about, the only thing of my mom's that I'll EVER HAVE! Is that enough?"
I stood there huffing, my eyes filled with rage and I was foaming at the mouth.
"Now, move or I'll MAKE you move."
The temperature in the room dropped to freezing as Seth's jaw dropped; he tried to speak, but the only sound he made was a faint squeak, as his voice cracked. After a couple of beats, the stunned looks faded from his face and it fell. For a moment, I thought I would see Seth dissolve into tears. The wounded bear looked at me as if I had struck him and I continued to stare him down. What I saw was not the anger I expected. No, what I saw could only be described as the look of shock, pure and simple. The confident, arrogant, sexy stud I secretly worshipped was little more than a beaten child now. That image above all others made me want to flee as I felt the weight of what I had just done.
In hindsight, I wonder that the hell I was thinking. He could have snapped me in half, had he been so inclined. If he decided to attack me, what could I have done? His stature outclassed mine by more than a foot and he outweighed me by more than 200 pounds of raw power. But right then, I simply didn't care. As the bewildered bear shrunk away from me, I grabbed a ribbed white beater, then I stormed past him to get my shoes. I refused to look at him as I went by. I just kept going; I had to. I needed to be out there, I had to answer the call of the night. I had to be away from him... and the way he made me feel.
My head waged war with my heart as I felt the steps of Ross Hall North, beneath my feet; I flew down the steps until I was standing on the pavement. When I felt the earth under me, I could also hear the call of the wild crying out to me. Lifting my nose toward the sky, I detected the scents of nightshade and honeysuckle in the air. I followed the scents to my favorite place to escape the savagery of life in New Rome. I found within a few days of my arrival on the Crestview property. I found that this place offered a sanctuary where I would be safe from the madness of the city. During my most stressful times, I would come here to relax and release. The unspoiled beauty of this place reminded me that life had so many unexplored possibilities.
The moon had moved into the high night sky. As I sat against my favorite tree, the stars looked so vibrant that I almost felt I could touch them. The babble of the nearby brook relaxed my frayed nerves enough to allow the adrenaline to drain from my body.
Crickets chirped as I looked around my private oasis. I crossed my arms over my knees and listened to the sound. Guilt for what I had done began to pour over me.
My conscience began to attack me for what I had done and I sunk lower into the pit of despair as the gravity of my actions hit me like a freight train. I flashed back to the hurt expression that Seth wore on his face after he had tried to help me. Suddenly my knuckles throbbed again and my stomach knotted.
"What if he hates me?"
"What if I can't take back the things I said?"
"What if I really hurt him?"
"What If he wants to hurt me?"
"WHY AM I ACTING LIKE DAD?!"
The memories of the hellish existence I survived under my father's thumb began to turn over in my mind's eye and when I flashed to the look of devastation on Seth's face, I retched violently. All of the feelings of fear, humiliation and rejection raced through my body like the deadly venom of a cobra. Another violent cycle of dry heaves made my empty stomach scream out in agony and further blurred already fuzzy vision worse. My head throbbed and I could barely catch my breath. The lights dimmed for the second time that night with me on my knees, hugging the tree as best I could for some sort of support.
"Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever...
Everybody wants to rule the...
All for freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever last forever
Everybody wants to rule the world."
The gentle rush of water and the mild rustle of leaves woke me from my unplanned slumber. Admittedly, it was better than waking up in hell, like before, even if it was just a dream. The sweet smell of the grass beneath me, and my own musk made me feel a familiar swell in my sheath. After a moment or two, I remembered why I was here, and the feeling of guilt and self-loathing was upon me like a pack of rabid dogs on its frightened prey.
Reality hit me and it was just as painful as the hit I had taken from Seth earlier that day.
"Are you happy now?"
I asked myself this question as I tried to steady myself on my feet. Once again, the hurt and despair in Seth's eyes came to mind and I felt the sting of a fresh wave of tears came to my own. Yes, I had used every excuse I could find to push Seth away from me. And I don't know why. Oh, there were reasons I am sure, but if someone were to ask me about them, my words would fail me. There might not have been a way to repair relations between the big guy and myself, but I had to try, I had to make it right,
"Seth."
The sound of his name on my lips and the warmth that it gave me startled me. I hadn't wanted to admit it, but that was the moment I came to terms with how much I loved him. It may have started with an attraction I couldn't deny, but, the more I saw him wounded at my hand, the more I hated myself for what I had done. Still I knew that no matter what I did, before or after tonight, I knew he wouldn't love me. I wasn't worthy of it.
Something caught my attention before I could take any more time to dwell on my troubles. My ears perked toward the sound of moaning a short distance from where I stood. At first, I thought it to be the sound of distress, and curiosity drove me to investigate.
The moon had moved higher into the sky. Its light brightened the path, and for a brief moment, I imagined the influence of a higher power sending me in that direction. As I drew closer to the place that had first drawn my attention, I heard a slight rustle of leaves. There were changes in the moaning as well. What once sounded desperate and pained, had taken on a deeper, throatier tone. There was more ferocity, more passion and more intense, raw need in it than before. So much so in fact, that I got that old familiar feeling of forbidden lust gather and swell throughout my body. I suddenly felt warmer and because of that, I was grateful that my clothes were light. After all, the front of my shirt was already damp.
A soft and gentle breeze came at me from downwind. On its back, it carried a musky scent, which was as familiar to me as my own. When I realized the scent's origin, the blood in my veins thickened and that old familiar sense of panic touched my senses once more.
"Seth...?"
"What in hell are you doing here?"
As I asked myself that question, I felt my chest tighten and it was hard to breathe, and the few breaths I did get came to me in short, ragged gasps. Still, I forced myself onward. The way Seth's musk mingled with the acute fragrances of water and plant life in the air. This turned simple curiosity into a burning desire to know what was going on. That raw power, more than anything else sent all the wrong signals to my groin; my sheath swelled uncomfortably as a high-pitched whine escaped my chest. Lightheadedness crept over me and as I pushed past the obstructing curtain of foliage my stomach jumped, my heart leapt into my throat and my vision dimmed.
At first, I feared I was passing out again, but a look up at the sky reminded me of the eclipse of the Flower Moon and I groaned softly. I had been looking forward to it for months, and I had forgotten it.
I rolled my eyes back to the clearing when the staccato grunts and moans from Seth redirected my attention to him. I couldn't see him in the clearing, well, not clearly. Then again, it wouldn't be the first time I'd seen him like this.
Less than ten feet separated me from Seth now, and I couldn't move if I wanted to. The heat borne of embarrassment raced through my veins, faster than my blood. I stood there, transfixed by what I was witnessing. I felt as if Adonis himself stood before me. I trembled in front of the mighty sex God for my very life as I felt each beat of my heart through my groin. I was in heaven.
Seth's deep rhythmic breaths grew more and more frenzied as he drew closer to his inevitable climax.
"UGH-G-OO-ODD!!!"
Seth careened off the edge of pleasure with the force of a brick, through a plate glass window. When the first shit of Bruin spunk hit me, I was shocked. Seth had hit me from ten feet away, in the dark, and I was soaked. It was as if that ursine bruiser hit me with a high-powered water cannon, filled with his essence, and his aim was dead-on. I was ill prepared for the onslaught or the impact and as a result, I stumbled backward and lost my balance.
Snap!
When I shifted my weight to regain the balance that I had lost, a twig snapped beneath my foot. The sound that echoed into the night rivaled the noise form any gunshot I'd ever heard. Its resonance reverberated above the sound of Seth's joy and enveloped the rustle of leaves the chirping of crickets and even the babbling brook. Only my quick and gasping breaths and the pounding of my heart stood with that echo now and unfortunately, those sounds alerted Seth to my presence.
I wanted to back off, but my legs refused to cooperate. It was as if I had forgotten HOW to run. Not that it mattered, Seth had heard me, and he was coming my way.
"What the fuck? Who's out there?!"
All hope of a pain-free escape died when Seth's powerful forearm came barreling through the thick veil of leaves. His meaty paw grabbed my beater and another shift in balance made it come off in his grip. I hit the ground with a thud as the rest of Seth came through the leaves.
"Got ya now ya fuckin' sp... Jake?"
That's when the eclipse ended.
The moon's crisp and clean light bathed both of us in its cosmic glow and I crawled backwards to get out of the shadow he cast over me. I tried to speak, my lips moved but I made no sound.
I was too mesmerized by what I saw.
Once again, my world slowed to a crawl.
I had looked upon Eros and my pitiful mortal body reacted to the God's will. Each moment me made was poetry. Seth's fur absorbed the brilliance of moonlight and revealed hidden silver undertones to his fur, which I had never noticed before. My eyes devoured every inch of the bruin before me and I could feel the blood come to a boil in my veins. There was a rush of noise, like static in my ears, which blocked out everything but his voice as he spoke.
"Damnit! You should've told me!"
I couldn't answer. My throat seized shut and my brain went blank from the overload. My deepest fantasies and my greatest fears rushed through my soul like a trading frenzy on the NYSE's main trading floor. Worst of all, I couldn't hide my arousal from him any longer, for it was more than obvious and Seth was staring straight at me. At some point, and I'm not sure when, I grabbed the muscled arm that grabbed me. I feared the beating that would undoubtedly begin. Seth began to growl and I prepared for the worst. I prayed that it would be over soon, and that my death would come quickly. My heart exploded from my chest as he drew me close...
And kissed me.
"Sharing a room with a guy like you... it's been fucking torture."
I don't remember when I closed my eyes, but I could feel my facial muscles relax as my eyes opened. I tried to process the things going through my head as I took him in my arms.
Even thought the bruin had shot his load, Seth hadn't gone soft at all. To the contrary, he seemed to be bigger. Seth's scent was all around me, his scent was soaked into my fur, and God help me I wanted more.
"Y...you...? What do you mean sharing a room with me...? You're the one always strutting around naked! I mean WHO does that?"
Seth grabbed me by my mane and forced his tongue deep into my muzzle. The next thing I knew, his huge paw was holding, squeezing and stroking my wolf-hood through my nylon shorts. Seth growled in my ears and my knees weakened again.
"Oh yeah, dude? Then what's this, the tooth fairy?"
I could have fainted.
Seth's sharp claws tore my basketball shorts to shreds and then he surprised me once again when he sunk to his knees in front of me. His tongue was so rough, so warm and oh-so-wet... it was wonderful. I looked down in confused disbelief and let out a guttural moan of my own. In my fantasies, things always happened differently. He was more forceful and I was the one swallowing his cock until I couldn't breathe.
Seth didn't give me the chance to dwell on it though. He simply devoured my pulsing shaft. I could feel the crown of my cock mash against the back of his throat and another heavy sigh escaped my chest. My tail rose, as if pulled by invisible stings and I felt Seth's paw enclose around my throbbing nuts. I lost coherent thought when he pulled on them and I think I even thrust my hips. Seth's paw fingers pressed and prodded at my exit and as I bit my lower lip, a high-pitched whine escaped my throat when his thick digit invaded my defenses. I thought I'd die from that pleasure.
I'd never been deep-throated before, I mean, I don't think blowing myself really counts. No one had ever touched me, not counting that one time... The feeling of Seth's throat squeeze my shaft was more than enough to make me babble like an idiot. My knees buckled each time he stretched my ring by adding another finger and after a while, I could barely concentrate on anything but him and his ravenous ministrations.
Seth kept me on the edge of madness; he kept me on the brink of ecstasy and on the verge of exploding. Then, suddenly he stopped and stared at me. He licked my muzzle and neck as we started into each other's eyes. I chuckled.
"I didn't know you were half feline."
"I'm not but you taste good."
My tail wagged at this and my ears, which had been so close to my skull, perked up as I raised my muzzle to meet Seth's for another impassioned kiss.
Seth pulled away and stared down at me again. I saw a glimmer in his eyes that I had only seen when he was getting ready for an important game. He ran his right paw up my torso and smiled wickedly. The next thing I know, I was face down on the ground. My tongue hung from my muzzle as I panted rapidly. Seth yanked my tail high and his tongue slurped at my unguarded tail hole. The most pleasured, satisfied sigh followed a yelp of surprise and I was at the huge bruin's mercy.
Seth grabbed my hips and pulled me back to close the gap between us. I felt the weight of his paws on my hips, and then I felt the blunt point of his thick, slimy tongue pry my exit open and slither inside me. This new sensation made me feel warm and tingly inside. After the initial weirdness wore off, I felt myself slowly give in. Within a matter of moments, Seth's ministrations stoked the smouldering cinders of passion within me. The resulting flames consumed my body and soul. As the world around me faded into nothingness, my body ceased all resistance. At that moment, Seth touched that special place deep inside, and a wonderful sickness washed over me and I howled his name.
"Ssssethhhhhh."
I lost track of the individual moments. I only vaguely remember him telling me I was ready. A small part of me screamed inside my head, and fragments of the past flashed before my eyes. A tiny voice in the back of my mind told me to run from the danger I was in, but stronger forces overruled it and I didn't move a muscle...
Seth moved them for me.
His weight on me forced a dull groan from my lungs. The stars in the sky grew brighter as he coerced my anal muscles into submission with his initial forceful thrust into me. I whimpered like a beaten pup. Tears ran from my eyes as I tried to force him out. Ironically, my struggle against Seth only helped him sink deeper with each gentle nudge.
"That's it, Jake, breathe deep."
Seth encouraged me to go further. He leaned over me with his next push, and licked my right ear. I could feel the tip of his tongue lift the two hoops I kept there, and this act of tenderness sent chills down my spine. I moaned a bit more as I felt him move again, and the pain raced to my brain once more. Seth nibbled the nape of my neck through my mane as I flexed my ring. He moaned as I whimpered and more of him slipped inside.
"Do... Do you want me to stop?"
Seth asked me breathlessly and I surprised myself with the viciousness of my response.
"DON'T STOP DAMNIT!"
Another thrust, and I felt the widest part of him fill me. I gasped and flexed my ring again. Seth let out another deep moan as our nuts touched.
"Ohhh...!"
I sighed as he hunched himself inside me a few times. It wasn't easy at first. Seth's cock was huge, but I wanted it so badly!
The big bruin stopped and held himself within me for a while. It gave my body a chance to get used to him. Soon enough I felt his throbbing synchronize with my heartbeat, and when he began to move, I stared to push back against him. At first, Seth started moving slowly. We moved together like a well-oiled machine and I moaned my appreciation. After a time however, he was ramming his ursine cock up my spasming lust chute like an offensive lineman through the defensive line.
Occasionally Seth would slow down and grind his pelvis hard against my tail. He'd grunt and bite my shoulder, which made my eyes roll back into my head. His scent mixed with the sweet grass was intoxicating. But after a while, my cock was raw from rubbing against the forest floor. There was a puddle of sweat and precum beneath me and I was moaning like some porn star.
As Seth's movements reached a frenzied pace, I knew he was getting close.
"Your ass feels so good. I've got to cum!"
Seth's voice was so deep and it dripped with so much need, that I wanted to give him everything I had. I grunted softly and after a moment, he let out an amazing howl and I moaned as I Seth's cock spasmed more than a dozen times up my chute, flooding it with his thick and gooey jizz.
We were both in ecstasy. It went on and on as if in slow motion. For a moment, I closed my eyes and imagined that we could be this way forever. I wanted to know where he had been all my life... and why my first time hadn't been this way. I wept.
Seth stopped his panting and took his paws from my hips. They traveled up my flank and he grabbed my wrists. Then further until his paws were over mine. He licked the nape of my neck and nibbled tenderly. Seth held onto me and I melted in his warmth.
"Are you okay?"
-Sniff- "Yeah, I'm fine."
"No, you're not."
Seth reached under me, squeezed my knotted cock, and started to pump my shaft as he lightly chewed my ear...
"It's a good thing too, 'cause now it's my turn "
"Your turn?"
I tilted my head in confusion. My mind was clouded and what Seth said didn't sink in... not at first, but Seth didn't allow me stay ignorant for long. In one swift chain of movement, Seth had pulled out of my abused tail and flipped me on to my back. He straddled me and impaled himself on my turgid rod with a long satisfied sigh.
Seth laid both his forepaws on my chest as he moved his backside up and down on my modest fifteen inches of wolf meat. The sexy bruin ground his tailhole harshly against my sensitive and swollen knot, but he wasn't ready to absorb it into himself. Hell, he was having way too much fun. And my responses to topping for the first time, seemed to please him, much the way a wide- eyed cub would take in the wonders of the world. I loved the heat of his body and the smell of masculine ursine aroma drove me wild as it permeated the air. As a result, instinct took over and I began to thrust upward, as if I were possessed, it was the most intense experience I'd ever felt, and for a brief moment, all that existed was my cock, and Seth's clutching, gasping, wet, sucking, hole. I heard his groans, but didn't understand them at first, but Seth's voice rose as he neared yet another climax.
"MMMM, Jake, that's it fill me all the way up with this big dick ... I want..."
As I held his hips and ran my paws up and down his flanks, his movements got faster and more deliberate. Each time Seth's movements caused me to hilt inside him, he groaned. I could feel his tailhole stretch a little each time that most intimate pare of him kissed the throbbing orb at the base of my pelvis. Our sweat mingled as my thrusts grew stronger and Seth started rubbing my chest fur and began working my throbbing nipples. In a display of impressive athletic flexibility, Seth curled his body to take one of them into his muzzle. I started moaning loud enough to startle the feral forest inhabitants from their hiding places. Seth bit and nibbled, sucked and swirled his tongue over the luxurious fur that surrounds the fleshy knobs, while delighting in the pleasure he was bringing me.
My need to release multiplied one-thousand fold after that. I grabbed his hips to steady him, letting my bear know that: 'you're ready for some serious fucking now.' I thrust deeper and applied more pressure at the end to spread his tight ring for the knot that would bind us together.
"Can you take it, Seth...? Can you? I don't want to... hurt you."
I whimpered as a tinge of fear touched a raw nerve from my past. Seth simply nodded his face showing only satisfaction in its truest form.
"Then I'm gonna give it to you, Seth!"
Seth was grunting with each pump as we slammed into each other. We both whimpered sounds of joy as I pummeled his ass and he held me down while he ground that hot furry ass on top of me.
Crestview's own athletic pride and joy squeezed his oversized meat, responding to my frenzied and insistent thrusts, as he roared and pleaded...
"Come on, Jake, fuck me! Yeah, ram your knot up my ass! Oh, God, YES! Come on, WOLF, fuck your TEDDY BEAR real good. Give him what he needs!"
I grunted as one final thrust sent my knot into the male of my dreams, and all my dreams were coming true.
I reached up and grabbed Seth's face in my forepaws, bringing it close to mine. Pressing his muzzle against mine, I forced his lips open, probing him with my hot tongue. Seth sucked back, trying to swallow my tongue, gasping as I invaded his maw and ass at the same time.
Then, after several quick hunching thrusts, one final, massive thrust shoots my load inside Seth. The bruin lets out a deep and fulfilled groan and I howl toward the moon goddess as tears burst from my eyes.
I can feel each powerful jet explode from my throbbing rod into Seth, and I can feel his ring squeeze my knot like a vice, as if intent to wring me dry. And I have to admit that I liked the idea. Seth seemed to like it as well, because he spread his furry, muscled ass cheeks even wider so I could reach deeper and grind harder. Seth's asshole was searing hot and all slicked up by then and he couldn't hold back any longer. My paw was wrapped around his stud meat when he shot all over my chest and muzzle covering my fur with his sticky bearcum. I felt my cock throbbing inside Seth and something in me realized that he had just given himself over to me completely, just the way I had to him. While reaching up to cup his face, and lick the cum off his muzzle, and suck his throbbing nipples, I can't help but think what a lucky bastard I am.
All for freedom,
And for pleasure...
I was lying exhausted and panting beneath him, with my knotted cock still pulsing in Seth's raw ass as he wrapped his big, strong arms around me and stroked my headfur. He nuzzled me under my chin and whispered, in a low sexy and soothing voice
"I guess we got a lot to talk about, Carter."
"Well, Benson, we're gonna be here a while..."
Seth and I talked and kissed until my knot deflated and I slipped free of him. Then we spent some time cleaning each other off, first by sixty-nining and then by splashing in the brook.
That night I found out, Seth had a crush on me longer then I had one of him. I also found out he thought guys my size that boxed, were smart and who wore glasses where hot. I told him about my past and the reasons why I tried to push him away. He hugged me. I apologized for what I had done earlier... and we watched the sunrise in each other's arms.
Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on Mother Nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do, I'll be right behind you
So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world
I can't stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you'll never, never, never need it
One headline why believe it?
Everybody wants to rule the world
All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world.
"I'm awake!"
"Glad you could join us, Mr. Carter... Now let's have your insights into the European Union, or would you prefer some biscuits and juice after your naptime?"
Hi, the sleep deprived idiot you see, being chewed out by the large gator with the shitty British accent is me, Jake Carter..., and the more things change, the more they stay the same. But I have a confession to make...
I don't wanna rule the world. Not anymore, I'm happy with what I got.
Now if only I could get that damned bear to leave me alone long enough to get some shut eye...
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