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Chapter 7: Give It To Me

Zaldon felt as if a ten pound bag had been dropped from his shoulders by the time he and his mother had returned to the summer village. He was back! And what was more, he could finally be himself without Bayne there to whack him over the head. The only problem was . . . he could not be himself with Kel. And he never knew what it was to be so incredibly frustrated until he found himself training with the other pups under the strict eye of Gurwin and other cold warriors. He would push himself through the exercises and his hungry little seven-year-old cock would threaten to erupt in ecstasy every time Kel walked by, his tail fanning out that delicious scent. Zaldon silently cursed his nose: why did he have to know every wolf's scent so distinctly?

In the beginning, it was very lonely for Zaldon, who was so used to having Lynny and Eno around to roll across the floor with. He would come home from training sessions, and Melgo would pull him aside and congratulate him for keeping his feelings in check, for out-performing the other pups and thus shutting even Gurwin's trap -- Gurwin, who was the hardest warrior to please at training sessions. Zaldon had soon won the respect and companionship of the summer wolves and their pups, and it wasn't long before he was running around the village with Kel and his friends.

Joli was so proud she was beaming every time Zaldon came home, and she rewarded him with embarrassing hugs, kisses, and sweets. Zaldon would bear this affection for only a second before he shrugged his mother off and informed her that he was a warrior now, a beast of war, and beasts of war did not cling to their mothers! He would then be greeted at the door by Kel and his friends, and the little pups would run off, play-fighting in the streets, chasing each other, and throwing dirt clods at the girls.

"His father would be so proud," Joli said mistily one afternoon when Zaldon had taken off with Kel and the others. She was kneeling on the sitting furs beside the fire, her paw rubbing her arm as she watched her son's white tail disappear out the curtain.

Melgo, who was seated in the usual chair beside the window, puffed on his pipe and smiled. "Yes, Bayne was a fool for not treasuring that boy. Zaldon will make one hell of a warrior one day. After all that damn traveling he does with you -- and, god, that sensitive nose of his -- he could track any wolf to hell and back, then rip his balls off and besides."

Joli laughed. "To think, my sweet little boy ripping off balls! I could never see Zaldon going off to battle, no matter that he pretends to be so cold. He'll always be that sweet little white bundle I nursed in the light of the moon . . ." So saying, Joli sadly cradled her arms around the air, remembering the quiet, wintry night she birthed Zaldon. She and Bayne had cuddled together in bed, smiling down on their gurgling son. She sighed. Sometimes . . . she still missed Bayne, big dumb brute that he was. And her little Lynny. It pained her heart to think that Lynny was so far from her arms!

Melgo laughed and set aside his pipe. He came to Joli, and sitting behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "Never mind, Mother. You have to face it sooner or later: Zaldon is growing up!"

It was true. Zaldon had been living with his mother in the summer village for years now. By the time he was fifteen, he was strapping and big as ever, his muscles ripping hard over his tall and toned body, his neck thick, his cock and balls massive. Being a male winter wolf, he towered a head over everyone now -- even the adults -- and he was the terror of little pups every time he walked up the streets. Kel and the others found this ridiculous and amusing, for Zaldon was at heart such a gentle giant, something they knew instinctively, though Zaldon slaved to hide it.

It was a lazy summer afternoon, and at present, Zaldon and his friends were lounging on the roof of a hut. Being only fifteen, they were as yet too young to patrol the forests on their own but were at the peek of their training. Tall, muscular bodies, all. Loryn in particular had great bulging arms that he was very proud of, and he wasted no spare moment when it came to flexing them in front of his amused friends. Gray Yzlo was lean but still very strong. And Kel . . . Zaldon sighed. Kel had always been beautiful, and that was all he would ever be.

Laughing and talking, the four males lounged in a line on the roof of the hut. They lay on their backs, drinking in the hot summer sun. The hut belonged to Loryn's father, and from its sloping thatch, they could see clear into the yard of a little gray female, who was minding her vegetable garden. Kel rolled quickly onto his belly when the female emerged into the sunlight, a basket on her arm, her sapphire eyes fluttering from the bright day that pained them after the gloom of her hut. She was fifteen, short, and stunning: her trimmed figure, her shapely thighs, high buttocks, and teeny waist. Her fluffy mane was long and smooth around her shoulders and a flop of it fell in her eyes. She had pulled her mane back into a tail in order to perform her yard work, and one could see clearly the flexing flesh around her collarbone, her neck, her dimpled back . . .

"There she is!" Kel whispered to his friends, and his heart beat hard in his chest.

Laying on his back near Kel, Zaldon rolled his eyes. The little gray female was, of course, none other than Aliona. Kel had been drooling over that female since they were children, especially after the time the village was raided. Fire had destroyed many huts, some pups and females had been kidnapped, and in the fierce battle, Aliona's father was one of the many warriors to die. This had happened when they were only seven, too small to help defend their home but too old to run and hide. As a result, they had witnessed a great deal of atrocities. Kel himself had seen Aliona in the street, sobbing over her father's bloody body at the side of her howling mother. Kel had been spying on Aliona long before, but it seemed that after the raid, his apparent love for her only deepened.

Zaldon scowled at this, and alongside Loryn, he often teased Kel: Aliona didn't even know Kel existed! But Kel insisted on pursuing her, albeit in a disguised manner. In the dead of the night, he left flowers outside her hut, tended the garden as she slept, repaired the roof when she was not home -- little things that superstitious shamans would have credited faeries with. Kel received relentless teasing from Zaldon and Loryn for this, but he didn't seem to care. It made Zaldon wince: Kel was in love.

Kel leaned his cheek on his fist and sighed. "Isn't she . . . isn't she perfect?"

"Perfectly hideous," said Zaldon, and Loryn snickered.

"Shut up about Aliona!" Kel snapped.

"Look, give us a break, Kel," said Yzlo, who was picking his fangs with a twig. "For the past week, all you've talked about is Aliona. If I hear her name one more time, I swear I'll puke."

"Aliona!" said Loryn mischievously, and Zaldon and Yzlo pretended to puke.

"Hey, I said shut up!" Kel warned.

Zaldon rolled his eyes. "Or what?"

Kel scowled and bit his lip, but before he could challenge Zaldon, Loryn rolled over on his belly and called to the little vegetable garden below, "ALIOOOOOOOOOOOONA!"

The little gray female looked up, and Kel dropped out of sight before her sapphire eyes could alight on him. He scrambled off the roof and landed clumsily on his feet before losing his balance and falling on his tail. The others jumped down after him, laughing fit to burst. Kel sat in the dust, scowling at them all.

"You know," he said, rising and dusting himself off, "you guys are just jealous you don't have a girl."

"Uh, hellooooooo?" sang Loryn, knocking on Kel's forehead. "You don't have Aliona -- you stalk her. There's a big difference."

Kel batted Loryn off as the others laughed at him.

"And just to remind you," said Yzlo haughtily, "I had Hye out in the fields that time --"

"Landor's girl? Piff." Loryn rolled his eyes. "She's not that hot."

"I don't know," said Zaldon, putting on the straight act he'd been playing for years now. "Hye's got pretty nice tits. There's this pretty little spot where they lift up when she's stretching . . ."

"What do you know about her tits?" demanded Yzlo, suddenly fierce. He shoved Zaldon in the chest. "You been with Hye?"

Zaldon held Yzlo at bay by the forehead. "What if I have?" he teased as Yzlo swung.

After watching Zaldon a moment, Loryn laughed. "Cut it out, Zaldon, you're wearing him out with your lies."

It was true: Yzlo was so incensed he was swiping relentlessly at the air, red in the face, hissing and growling. Zaldon suddenly let him go and he fell to the dirt. The others laughed.

"That wasn't funny," said Yzlo gruffly, though he was smiling a little as Zaldon helped him up. "You and your lies, Zaldon. You're gonna mess around and fuck with the wrong wolf one day."

"Zaldon's not gonna fuck with anyone," said Loryn. "Melgo would whip the fur off his ass."

"You mean spank," said Kel, seizing his chance to get Zaldon back. "Could you see Zaldon across Melgo's knee?"

The others laughed uproariously at this, remembering that day years ago when big Zaldon had emerged from his stepfather's hut with a red butt and face.

Zaldon didn't think it was funny. Suddenly fed up with Kel, he shoved him so hard he fell in the dirt. Zaldon stammered out an apology: he hadn't meant to push so hard. His stupid winter wolf strength! But before he could get the apology out, Kel had lunged on him. Kel's paws pummeled Zaldon and his teeth tore at his flesh. His strong arm found Zaldon's neck, and he pulled him into a chokehold. Zaldon was suddenly incensed: years of wanting of Kel, of hiding his feelings, of being forced to watch as Kel sighed over Aliona -- he was furious in that moment, and in that moment, lost his temper. He flipped Kel off of him with a roar. Kel went skidding through the dirt. His body slammed into a row of pots, old spears, and more junk that Loryn's father had left outside, and the metal mountain fell on him in a pile. They all stood frozen: they could only see Kel's tail, and from the depths of the pile came a feeble whine.

His eyes wide in panic, Loryn rushed forward and dug Kel out. The sleek black wolf was covered in scratches and cuts, a big bruise was on his head from the fight, but to top it all off, Kel's wrist appeared to be sprained. Kel could barely move it and let out a hiss of pain when Loryn carefully helped him to stand. Loryn tried to help Kel walk forward, but his knee was badly scraped and bleeding and he fell against Loryn, trembling all over with the pain.

Loryn and Yzlo glared at Zaldon, who was standing there horror-stricken.

"I -- I didn't mean -- he jumped on me and --"

"Just go home, Zaldon," Loryn said darkly.

Zaldon almost winced: Loryn had never looked at him with such hate! Kel didn't look at him at all: he was in too much pain. Yzlo, meanwhile, stood very still, staring frigidly at Zaldon. Zaldon shrank back from his friends and did the only thing he could do: he went home.

Unfortunately for Zaldon, later that night after supper, Gurwin came to the hut, roaring and ranting that Zaldon had nearly killed his son, and if he ever came near Kel again, he would do what he should have done years ago: he would beat the shit out of Zaldon. He then left with a flash of his tail, his entire black body shuddering in his fury.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Melgo quietly demanded when Gurwin had gone.

Zaldon was seated with his parents around the fire, his eyes on his fumbling fingers. They were such big fingers, the white fur gleaming in the flickering firelight. He cursed their strength! He looked up when Melgo barked for him to, and he noticed out of the corner of his eye how terribly anxious his mother looked. He moaned inside: he hated making Joli worry. Melgo also looked worried, but he was furious too. He seemed to expect (somewhat unrealistically) that teenage Zaldon would always confide in him. He had come to see himself as none other than Zaldon's father, guide, and friend.

"Because I didn't think . . ." Zaldon muttered into the silence. He didn't know what to say. He saw Joli and Melgo exchange glances, then Joli began carefully,

"Zaldy . . . Melgo and I have been talking. . . ."

Zaldon's eyes snapped on his mother and his ears pricked forward. Whenever Joli and Melgo had been talking, it never meant anything good for Zaldon.

"And . . ." continued Joli, "we think it's time you traveled with me again."

Zaldon slumped. For years now, his mother had been going on her merchant circuits without him, taking friends and sometimes (when Zaldon was older) even Melgo. After coming to the summer village and being around Kel so often, Zaldon had stopped wanting to travel. And even after what had happened that afternoon, he still felt the same.

"It would be good," said Melgo sympathetically, "if you were away from Kel for a while."

Zaldon opened his mouth to protest, but Melgo went on, "We know how you feel about him, Zaldon! We aren't fools: we see it everyday in your eyes. But there are other males out there, my son. And maybe if you learned that for yourself, you would get over this fascination you have with a male that can never be yours!"

Joli glanced sadly at Melgo, then nodded encouragingly at Zaldon. She reached over and squeezed his arm. "And it's not like we're never coming back." She smiled at Zaldon, and when he looked up to see the love shining in her eyes, he couldn't help but smile in return.

Zaldon set out with his mother the very next day, and with the haste they made into the wastelands, he soon realized just how urgent his mother was to see him happy. The two great wolves traveled together toward the sun village, laughing and talking as they walked, sharing a canteen when they rested. At night as they sat around the fire, Joli would tell Zaldon one of the stories that she was famed for among the pups in the summer village, and though he had heard the tale a thousand times before, he would still listen, enrapt. Then they would fall asleep together under the stars, and in the morning, Zaldon would reflect on just how much he had truly missed traveling with his mother.

They stopped at the sun village for many days, and Joli made a great profit selling not only her carvings but the bracelets and necklaces she had only recently started to craft. Sun wolves loved jewelry, so Joli's return was like that of a celebrity. The chief and village council gave her a special hut to stay in, even gave her food and lavish presents, as well as a young male slave to enjoy in her hut. Joli turned away the slave, who then offered himself to Zaldon with such nonchalance as if he had already dispassionately accepted the baseness of his life.

Zaldon was a little shocked: he had never in all his life had a male offer himself to him! But the slave lifted his little hard phallus in his paw, as if to say, "Would you like?" Zaldon stared at the rigid organ. This was just a boy like him, no older than thirteen. But he stood in front of Zaldon with gold chains on his wrists and ankles. There was a gold earring in his left nostril and another in his tit, and Zaldon closed his eyes and bit his lip, imagining pulling that tit-ring as he fucked the boy.

He opened his eyes again when he felt the boy's paw close on his shoulder. The slave boy's other paw caressed his chest, and his crystal blue eyes were so suggestive that Zaldon blushed. He was such a pretty boy: no muscle, soft and slender as a female, with long lashes and smooth gray fur. His long mane was pulled up in a high ponytail, and on his neck, Zaldon noticed with a rush of arousal that some wolf had put many red hickeys in the scalp under his fur. This boy had been used -- and used well. It hit Zaldon for the first time just how much the sun village admired his mother: she had been offered the beloved pet of the chief!

"Don't you want me?" the boy whispered, cocking a provocative eyebrow.

Zaldon swallowed thickly and gasped when the boy grabbed his paw and clapped it to his ass. Zaldon closed his eyes and sank his finger under the boy's tail with a shiver. It was so tight and hot there!

"Yes, I want you!" he admitted helplessly.

The boy smiled up at Zaldon, and cupping the back of his thick neck, he pulled him down to him and kissed him. Zaldon had never been kissed so tenderly. He felt his dick stiffen against the boy's flat belly. The boy smiled at this, a curl of mane falling into those oh-so-pretty eyes.

"Then take me!" he whispered.

Zaldon backed away, tripping through the room. His back hit a chair and his knees gave away. He fell hard into the fluffy cushions as he stammered, "I -- I c-can't --"

The slave boy smiled at him. "Of course you can. A big thing like you? It'll be tight without oils, but you should have no trouble at all . . ." He moved across the room toward Zaldon, his body switching as seductive as any female. Zaldon watched his erect little phallus with large eyes: a small penis was suddenly so arousing to him. He wanted to take that little cock in his mouth and suck the juices out of it.

The boy stood very near Zaldon, caressing his ears. Zaldon closed his eyes to shut out the sight of that pink little penis. It was so close it was nudging him, and the smell was irresistible. He gasped when the boy placed his leg across his lap, bent and open so that his erection was in Zaldon's face.

Zaldon pressed his head back in the cushions and wanted to die. "Please," he moaned, "I just -- I can't be with you --"

The slave boy paused, as if it had just hit him. He smiled in great amusement at Zaldon. "So. Who are you saving yourself for?" he asked with fluttering black lashes. He pinched Zaldon's cheek as if he thought his bashfulness was cute. "You're mother told me that you were a tail chaser, that you were shy, and that you were a virgin."

Zaldon blushed beet red.

"No matter," said the boy. "You don't have to sleep with me. But here I am all hard and eager for you. At least make this go down."

Zaldon looked up at the boy, his entire body growing hot at the very thought. "Do -- do what?!"

"Put that big slobbering mouth on my little dick," the slave boy elaborated, "and I'll leave you in peace."

Zaldon couldn't move when the boy perched his lips at him in a silent kiss, but looking down at that erect little organ again, he suddenly wanted its taste in his mouth. For the first time in his life, he realized just how badly he had wanted. Without hesitating another second, he devoured that pink cock, and the slave boy let out a startled laugh.

"Oh, you've been starved, big boy," the boy whispered, his head falling back as Zaldon sucked him.

Zaldon, too, was startled at his hunger, at the ferocity with which he grabbed the slave boy's ass and pulled him closer. He closed his eyes, enjoying the warm taste, the soft texture of the boy's throbbing little penis. He slurped his tongue against it, working his head forward and back with such skill that the boy's grunts and moans filled the room. He closed his slender fingers on Zaldon's shoulders and whispered in weak ecstasy, "Yes, give it to me -- suck my dick like it's got the elixir!" He laughed. "Oh, god, you're a natural . . ."

Zaldon blushed beet red but kept sucking, his own big cock erect against his rippling belly. His body shuddered when the boy leaned forward, and dropping his forehead against Zaldon's mane, he reached down and started stroking him. This was too much! Zaldon sucked so eagerly on the boy that he let out a gasping cry, and his hot, sticky seed flooded Zaldon's mouth until it stained his lips. Zaldon swallowed it with a choked gulp, and he realized he had been so eager in his lust that his spit had coated the boy's pink little craving until it was more than glossy. The boy sagged against Zaldon, weak from his passion, but his fingers kept stroking with an exquisite skill that made Zaldon's toes curl. Zaldon grabbed the boy to stop him but it was too late: he came in the boy's paw and was never so embarrassed when the boy actually knelt down and licked his cum away! He hated the sounds that came out of him, the sudden grunts and moans as this was happening, but the boy seemed to find it all as arousing as Zaldon's mouth on his cock. With an eagerness that startled Zaldon, he closed his mouth over Zaldon's great organ and worked his head up and down so fast and in such deliciously long strokes that Zaldon wriggled in the chair and came a second time. He slumped as he felt the boy's skilled little tongue delicately lap the cum from his cock, blushed when he felt those little lips pull tenderly at his balls, sucking them and licking them, caressing them and gently tasting them.

The boy rose again, as breathless and blushing as Zaldon, and resting his forehead against his, he panted, "Are you sure? Because . . . it would be . . . the mind-fuck of my life, being with you. I know it!"

Zaldon went scarlet to hear this. Had he really been so good? But he just couldn't be with this male. He was waiting, hoping . . . He shook his head apologetically.

The slave boy stared at Zaldon in amazement. "Good god," he said, shaking his head. "Whoever you're saving yourself for, he's the luckiest male on this green earth." He stood, eying Zaldon lustily as he adjusted his gold jewelry and chains. "I wish you were my master. The chief here, he can hardly suck at all. He's so clumsy and his fangs nick me. I'll probably be thinking of you when I'm with him from now on."

Still breathless, Zaldon laughed. "You don't want me for your master. I'm just a boy like you!"

"You may be a boy," said the slave, "but you suck like a male." He winked a pretty eye at Zaldon, then turned and switched as seductively from the room as he had entered it.

Zaldon sat in the chair for a long time, trying to catch his breath as well as his brain. He couldn't believe what had just happened, that another male could actually want him so! After being rejected by Kel all these years, he had come to secretly think of himself as a big ugly brute, clumsy and undesirable. Now he knew different. And perhaps . . . that was what Joli and Melgo had wanted him to discover.