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Chapter 30 - Leftovers

Feeling a rush of sensation to his penis after having had its knot significantly reduce, Ember starts awake as it springs elastically towards him out of Hess’s hole. A trickle of cum kept warm inside the wolf’s body, creeps around the circumference and clings to his sheath by capillary action. His load, he surmises, must have been deeply injected, likely being held at bay by his cock, so he keeps himself steady, still cuddling the round body as he continues to snooze, waiting for the rectal muscles to contract. Ember finds it surprising that the knot popping out didn’t wake him up, but he is known to go to sleep after his session with the master, and it’s not unreasonable to assume that he might also fall asleep with Voigt’s knot inside him.

Feeling the ring of muscle starting to tighten around his length, Ember hopes this will be enough to prevent his cum spilling out and starts to pull back, moving slowly and carefully just to ensure there’s minimal leakage and until he eventually manages to extract his penis. Doing the same for his arm, he is free and looks over his shoulder to the clock on the wall: 10:30. With time to deliver the plush to master, he reaches over the sleeping body and grabs it, streaks of fresh seed absorbed and wetting the fur. He hoists it up and rolls onto his back and off the bed, his cock swinging limply between his legs. Glancing back at the nude wolf he’d recently filled, he smiles and opens the door into the hallway.

The hall is dark without natural light, but the lamp above the landing is on to offer some assistance in the night. All the rooms are quiet. Ember can’t hear anything behind the rec room door and peers inside to find all the lights off and the electronics powered down. He assumes everyone is either winding down in their own room or already asleep, but with the assurance from Hess, he steps over to the master’s bedroom door and gently knocks on it.

“Come in,” Alek calls out from behind the door. “What is it?”

Ember finds Alek sat up in his bed half-under the sheets and sans shirt. There is a closed laptop on the sheets and a small gathering of stuffed animals around him. The wolf enters deeper into the room carrying the large German shepherd toy, very conscious of his semi-erect penis hanging down out of its sheath, slick with lube and cum.

“Hess came on his plush and made sure I delivered it to you if I was able to … deflate before 11,” Ember explains.

“Oh really?” The master grins and bids Ember step closer so he can take it. He starts running his fingers through the wet fur, humming softly. “This is really hot. He’s a good boy for thinking of me even when he’s getting fucked.”

“Yes master, he didn’t want to waste the load.”

“Quite right. It’s a shame it will be wasted nonetheless,” Alek sighs and pushes back the bed sheets, revealing his bare lower half, and slips the plush between his legs with the wet-side down on his groin. He presses down, grinding the fur against himself and pulls the quilt back over.

“What do you mean, about it being wasted anyway?”

“This is his favourite plush, I’d be surprised if he didn’t want it washing after I’ve had my fun with it.”

“Oh, I see.” Ember nods slowly.

“He knows well enough how easy it is to clean, so don’t worry, it’s not been ruined.”

“That’s good.” The wolf brightens slightly. “I should go clean myself, and brush my teeth.”

“Before you go, how are you feeling about tomorrow.”

Ember feels his mouth dry up. “I … I’m scared.” He looks down at the floor and combs the fur at his thighs. “I almost feel like I shouldn’t have cum to keep me distracted.”

“What is it you’re most afraid of?”

The wolf can’t find the answer right away. He thinks about hurting the people at the banquet, but he doesn’t know them, and feels no remorse for their lives in that fantasy. He thinks about failing the master, but has to resist his shame to avoid the effect of the collar. He thinks about failing his induction, which would send him to the wolves, so to speak. In the end, he sighs, finding only one answer that he finds the most true.

“I’m afraid of what would happen to the others if I fail.”

Alek smiles a caring and humble smile. “They’re a terrible lot, the people coming tomorrow. Some are kind, some are cruel, but all are very passionate. Transparent as glass, and just as delicate; they would shatter from a well placed word, but they have their uses. They grant me the foundation upon which I can do my work unimpeded.” He pauses and looks purposefully at his bedroom guest. “You on the other hand, are not like them. You are complex and real, a beautiful creature of wolf and man, with the will of both and the heritage to boot. You are the very bricks of this manor, I am just the mortar that keeps you together. But if the walls don’t stand up to scrutiny, they are torn down to be rebuilt anew.”

Ember shuffles on his feet, lost in the metaphor, but feeling a sense of appreciation from the words.

“You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for,” Alek continues, “don’t let your anxiety get the better of you. Just take things as they come, be polite, courteous even, and we’ll laugh about it when it’s all over and done with.”

“Yes master …” The wolf strokes his arm. “I’ll … do my best.”

“I could ask for nothing more, pet. Oh, before you go.” Alek opens one of his bedside drawers and pulls out a small packet with two large foam pills in. “In case Hess’s snoring keeps you up.”

“Oh …” Ember automatically takes them and idly fiddles with the packet. “I was just going to go back to my room. Do you think I should sleep in his bed?”

“I’m sure he’d enjoy waking up next to you tomorrow morning. You did it with Cal, so why not work your way through all my wolves,” Alek laughs and strokes the plush resting on his chest.

“I would like to. I guess because we didn’t talk about it beforehand, I wasn’t sure if I should.”

“As long as you don’t stop him from making breakfast, I’m happy.”

“Yes master.” Ember smiles and turns to take his leave. “Thank you for talking with me.”

“You’re welcome. It’ll all be over before you know it.”

“I know I know.” He nods. “Thanks for the earplugs too.”

“It’s what they’re here for. He’s a heavy sleeper and a heavy snorer, so he’s impossible to stop once he starts.”

“Yeah that does seem to be his personality in general,” Ember titters and says his goodnights.

Left alone back in the hallway, he takes a couple of breaths to tether his wanderlust mind. After a few seconds of quiet reflection, he drops the plugs on the floor, with no pockets to stash them in, enters the bathroom to wash away the lube. With his dick clean again, he pulls the sheath back over the knot, shivering as the warm skin hugs the rod of sensitive flesh. He’s about to start brushing his teeth when his ear twitches, hearing a faint clatter in the distance. Putting down the toothbrush he peers out of the bathroom door to investigate the sound.

There is a shuffling coming from downstairs, along with the sounds of tapping and clacking, similar to those of claws on hardwood, but muffled. Nervous that a malevolent person may be in the house and in full guard-dog mode, he quietly hurries down to the ground floor, tracking the noises to the kitchen. He peers in through the glass window and sees a figure rummaging around in the cupboards. He pushes open the door to confront the prowler when they stand up and reveal themselves to be a large grey werewolf. Relieved, Ember calls to him.

“Voigt?”

“Bah!” He shouts, and nearly drops a bowl. “Ember, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“Sorry, I thought you were an intruder. What are you doing?”

Voigt gestures to the remains of the shepherds pie from yesterday in a dish and swings it into the microwave for a few minutes.

“I fell asleep again, so now I’m not gonna get to bed until about 1. My usual alarm clock boy was busy.” He grins, leaning back against the counter top while his late night snack rotates.

“Heh, sorry about that,” Ember says with a sheepish smile.

Voigt wafts his hand dismissively. “You two have fun?”

“Yeah. I didn’t realise he’d be so … kinky.” Ember fiddles with the handle of one of the drawers, thinking back of all the items in the boxes under Hess’s bed.

“He likes being put in his place. Which works well for me.”

“What sort of stuff do you do with him?” The black wolf queries, hoping to learn something about what sort of things Hess likes.

“I tie him up, treat him like a toy meant for my pleasure. He doesn’t like pain, but a bit of biting or a spank every so often if he’s being especially bratty brings him back around. He’s actually very good at coordinating what he wants done to him.”

“Yeah he offered me a ball gag and cuffs to get started.”

“Not just that. He’ll give subtle telegraphs to help figure out what sort of abuse he’s in the mood for.” Voigt interrupts the timer and pulls out the food to give it a gentle stir. He puts it back in for the remaining time as he continues. “The best thing you can do, as a top, is to just ask if you’re unsure.”

“Yes, I wouldn’t want him to feel uncomfortable.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear it, pup.”

The conversation dwindles, only the whirr of the microwave breaks the silence as they stay in proximity.

“So …” Ember starts up again. “You always like being on top then?”

“I’d assume that to be fairly obvious by now, but yes. I like to put my dick in, not the other way.” Voigt open the microwave door when it dings and gives the food another stir before testing its temperature. “I don’t mind him power bottoming sometimes, but as long as I never lose control I’m happy.”

“I can understand that. I enjoyed topping him.”

“Have you done it before?” Voigt opens a cupboard to pull out some ketchup and drops a healthy dollop into the bowl.

“I have, but only a couple of times. My ex was more of a top, but another guy I saw was pure bottom. I don’t really mind who’s where, as long as everyone has fun.”

“You’re a bit of a chameleon eh?” Voigt chuckles taking a spoonful of food into his mouth. “So you like receiving too?”

“Yeah I’m happy with both. I suppose I can adapt pretty well, depending on what the other person likes.” Ember says, “I never really thought about it.”

“What about if it’s something that you don’t want to do but it would make the other person happy?” The grey wolf points his spoon at the other.

“Hmm.” He stops to think for a moment. “I haven’t come across that kind of situation before.”

“Best guess then,” Voigt presses.

“Well … I suppose if I’m ignorant or apprehensive about something, I’d give it a try. But some things I know for sure I won’t like and I wouldn’t agree to doing that.”

“Good to know. I’m not much of a kink person, really.” Voigt admits, collecting the last bits of pie onto his spoon. “I adapt too.”

“Really?”

“I’m not into foot stuff, but it feel nice when Cal services mine, so I let him because I know how much it pleases him. Same with Hess. I doubt I’d ever choose to piss on a person, unless they were provably aroused by it.”

“I understand that. I don’t know how I feel about that one.”

“What piss play?” Ember nods. “Well look at it this way, it’s no bother to you where it ends up is it? Whether it’s in the toilet, shower or in Hess’s muzzle. What does it matter?”

“You sound like the master,” Ember laughs.

“We’re more alike than you may think, but my point stands. As long as you’re not hurting anyone, what’s stopping you from trying anything at least once, eh?” Voigt turns and starts washing his bowl and spoon.

“I guess so. This whole thing has been an experiment of discovery for me. Before I came here, I could never have imagined doing half of the things I’ve done these past two days.”

“How are you handling it?”

“It’s been surreal, honestly. I still don’t even know how I feel about it all.” He helps Voigt dry and put away the used dishes and follows him to the main hallway. “There’s a consistent ‘captive’ energy I feel inside me, because this isn’t my own home. But at the same time, my life here is some multiplication better than it was in that shitty cabin. How did you adapt?”

As they walk up the stairs together, Ember lowers his voice. Voigt waits until they’re both back inside the rec room with the door shut before he replies.

“I adapted because I felt like there was nothing left to go back to. I had a cyclical, destructive lifestyle and allowed no one to get close to me.” He sits down on the sofa and gestures the other wolf to join him. “When I was brought here, I was given a purpose. My hobbies became something I could do for others and I didn’t have to constantly hide who I was. I had to give up my job being a nurse of course, but I was getting on a bit and the job had lost a lot of its glamour.”

“You didn’t have any friends? For ten years?” Ember asks.

“I don’t mean to sound like a bully, but how many friends have you had your whole life?” Voigt cocks his head at the younger wolf knowingly. “You said yourself that you had no one you could trust in that tribe and all the relationships you had outside were during the day while in human skin.”

“Well … yeah.” Ember dips his chin sadly, thinking back on the nights when he’d need time away from his family and slept hungry under a bridge. Shifting as silently as he can for fear of being caught. “But you didn’t have my life.”

“I know. I had correspondents from the army and Jess of course, but no physical friends outside of the friendliness of work colleagues.” Voigt tilts his head back on the sofa and links his fingers on his tight belly. “When I ended up here, well … actually on the very night that I hurt the master, I had a spark of introspection that changed me. In that instant where I thought I’d really hurt someone, outside of the war zone, I thought my life was over.

“In the seconds between the time when he hit that cabinet and crumpled to the floor and Cal bursting through the door, my mind raced. I thought about how this beast within me was too dangerous for me to control. I thought about how many more people I might hurt just by doing these things. I’d grown to stop being so resentful of humans and only pitied myself; sleeping with them made me feel a little better about myself, because in that moment I wasn’t just a murderous werewolf. I realised then that I had a choice: help him, or destroy myself.”

Ember turns to face the older wolf, who is still looking up at the ceiling. “As in …”

“As in that, yes. No one loved me, no one even knew me, not the real me. I figured that there’d be nothing for the world to lose if I wasn’t in it. But, thankfully, I cared more about helping the master than I did hurting myself, so I rushed to his aid.”

“Voigt, that’s so sad.”

“Oh come, I don’t need the pity.” He straightens his neck and waggles a finger at the black wolf. “I know I made the right decision now, so don’t go feeling sad for my poor judgment.”

“I’m sorry … it’s just … it wasn’t that long ago”. Ember says softly, nervous about Voigt’s mental stability.

He sighs and nods, relaxing his arm. “I just don’t think like that anymore. The whole reason for my depression has been demolished. Here, I am loved. But I’ll tell you, it was a shock when another wolf burst through the door wearing clothes. Yanked me away with a huge amount of force and sprang to tend to the master.”

“Wow, go Cal I guess.” Ember half-laughs and dips his head, pausing. “So … you’re alright?”

“Never been better, pup. I hope you will be too.” Voigt pats the younger wolf’s knee and smiles at him. “Remember you can always leave if you want. If I know the master, he would release you at anytime if you truly felt like you wanted to. But let me ask you this: do you really feel like a prisoner?”

Ember thinks for a moment “Well, by definition, I am one because I have no ability to take my collar off and leave.”

“Well, if you think about it, you have free roam of the house, you can go into town or the woods if you like, just not too far. You can learn any job or hobby you want, you have other wolves here just like you and you’re paid for your services.”

“But it still wasn’t my decision. I didn’t choose this.” Ember says sternly.

“Because you were reckless and dangerous. I don’t suppose you know the human punishment for manslaughter, but for us werefolk it’s eye for an eye. This is the nicest prison you could have ever ended up in.” Ember harrumphs and looks away. “I was dangerous too remember, so was Cal. We were rehabilitated here in just the same way and now we stay here of our own free will.”

“Then why do you still wear the collars?”

Voigt smiles and can’t help but laugh softly. He lies his head back on the sofa again and looks up at the ceiling. “Well … I suppose I can’t really answer that, it’s kind of a rule. If you want to serve under the master, you follow his orders. As a military man, I’m a man who likes order.”

“I thought you didn’t like losing control?” Ember smirks.

“That’s sex. With the master it’s more like he’s my officer. Any other time, we three are all his servants and his friends. We like you Ember. You’re an odd fellow, but we like you.”

“Odd?” Ember jerks his head incredulously. “I’m not that odd.”

“You are, my boy, but don’t let that upset you. You have a complex simplicity to you that we all admire. We’ve never met someone so sheltered before, and it’s exciting to show you all the things we know and find out what your interests are.”

“I’m not just a blank slate you can change how you like,” he huffs, furrowing his brow.

“I didn’t say that, you’re just being petty now,” Voigt growls. “We want this to be a discovery process for you. We’re going to help you find out what makes you happy, what interests you. I’d love you to help me with woodworking to see if you have a knack for it. Cal wants to see if you have any interest in musical instruments so he might have someone to duet with, and Hess is very excited to show you all his video games and board games.”

“That all sounds so overwhelming though.” The black wolf turns himself forward and looks down at his fingers as he fiddles them. “I don’t even know if I’m worth the effort. What’s so funny?” He frowns again, catching Voigt smirk.

“Nothing my boy, it’s just a familiar tune. One I’ve not heard myself sing in several months.” He lifts his head and looks back at the younger wolf with a warm smile. “Plus, it’s for us to decide if you’re worthy of all our time and effort, and wouldn't you know it, we already have.” He hangs his head. “I was the most trepidatious of the lot actually, I was half ready to get you sent back down to the basement on your first day, but I changed my mind after I’d spent some time with you. You’re hard working, intrinsically curious and resourceful, and I have every faith in you now and that’s not going to change.”

“You mean that?” He turns to face the grey wolf, feeling a glow from his cheeks.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” Voigt nods.

“You really do sound like the master.” Ember forces a smile and looks back down again.

“What’s really bothering you? Is it the banquet?”

Ember sighs and fidgets again. “Yes, but also no,” he says cryptically and thinks hard about the question. “The truth is …” he says, pausing again, “what’s bothering me is that there’s nothing bothering me.” He leans back and lets his arms flop on the sofa. “What’s bothering me is how much I love it here despite the collar and the forced abstinence and the proximity thing. It bothers me that my entire life has been full of misery and disappointment, leading up to a dull, meaningless cycle of work, eat and sleep. Then suddenly, I’m here, in paradise.” He turns to face Voigt with his body, folding a leg on the sofa.

“I was so shit at running my own life,” he continues, “that the best decision I ever made was accidentally surviving a siege. Here I don’t have to worry about where my next meal will come from or whether I’ll get food poisoning this time. I don’t have to worry about how much money I’ll get paid and whether it will be enough to keep me alive until next month. I don’t have to worry about the persistent fear that I may be reaped by the Hunters that slew my parents. I don’t have to worry about the ghosts of their horrid torment haunting my dreams. What bothers me, is I’ve done nothing to deserve this and that at any moment it could be snatched from me and I will be back in my cabin or dead, and branded with the disgrace of my family’s name.”

“Oh, Ember.” Voigt sits in silence, staring at the black wolf’s eyes, bloodshot as he resists the urge to cry. He ruminates on Ember’s words, cautious about how to proceed and eventually puts a hand on his knee. “You have nothing to worry about. If you really do like it here, then nothing is going to take that away from you. I promise.”

“Do you guys really like me?” Ember sniffs, terrified of the answer. “It’s not the collars or the master’s persuasion or anything?”

“Of course we do, pup.” Voigt smiles, and emits a nervous gasp. “Ah, I’m really bad at this. I can fix open wounds, but could never figure out how to soothe someone who was upset.” He flits his eyes around Ember’s face, which has depressed slightly. “Do … you want a hug?” He asks awkwardly.

Ember nods, feeling his eyes start to burn and shuffles over into the grey wolf’s open arm. He lays his head on the chest and sighs happily, having felt comforted by all three wolves and the master, he suddenly feels like he belongs. Like the last troubling thought in his brain was that there was some resentment from one of them, kept hidden. In this moment he feels like he’s finally able to wash out the last shred of negativity, and start feeling positive about what’s become of him. He knows it will take time to like himself, but for now, he can settle for being liked by others.

“Do you want to stay up with me for a bit? I was going to watch some more TV,” Voigt asks after a few minutes.

Ember lifts his head and sits upright. “Yeah, I’d really like that,” he says, wiping his eyes and smiling.

As the night starts to draw on, the two wolves cuddle on the bed watching some things and occasionally chatting some casual nonsense. By 12:30, they agree to shut off and go to sleep. Voigt helps Ember put on the head dressing so the stitches don’t come out and then retires to his room. The bandaged wolf makes his way back to the bathroom to complete his earlier abandoned task and dawdles sleepily to Hess’s bedroom. The sound of snoring is audible from behind the door and amplifies significantly when it’s opened, making him immediately glad of the earplugs he’d retrieved on the way.

He also sees the dildo still on the bed and decides to clean it before it falls off and starts dirtying the carpet. He returns it to the box it came from with the bottle of lube and sits himself down on the bed. The ear defenders fit snugly, and the effect is instantaneous, allowing him to unconsciously enjoy Hess’s company without the offensive racket. With his position retaken behind the large wolf and head laid upon the pillow, he pulls their bodies together into a cuddle and cosies himself for the night, daring his mind to devise a superior fantasy in dream.