Revenued Vows SP by bighope

Jagger lost control after their first round. The two fucked relentlessly, their obedient cuck Tucker keeping them fluffed for the fucking by either eating ass or pussy while it was brimming with alpha cum.

Gabe on the other hand, was nearly as feral as Jagger was, leaving bite marks on Jagger’s neck, claw marks on his back as he was relentlessly fucked, mated, bred, and made to carry Jagger’s pups. The sensation of warm cum sloshing in his womb sent tingling waves of pleasure through him, like he could feel those swimmers gang banging his eggs and making him a mother. Jagger wouldn’t be outdone either. For every mark Gabe left on him, he left two.

Blood was drawn and mixed on those sheets. Not enough to do anything but leave a few stains, but the two were exhausted by the time they were done. They were worse than teenagers learning they could leave hickies, marking each other with fang and claw, and leaving their mark on the inside in seed and life.

By the time Gabe woke the next morning, his pussy still plugged with Jagger’s cock, there was no way they weren’t pregnant. Gabe had a brief moment of panic, thinking that this may not have been the best move, but a sudden rumbling snore from Jagger as he pulled Gabe close to him made him rethink that. For the first time in a long time he felt like he actually had control over his life.

With Gabe’s back pressed to Jagger’s chest, those powerful arms around him, he felt like he was in the eye of a storm being cradled by clouds. Clouds and a shoddy mattress, but cradled none the less. Gabe gave a soft murr and nuzzled into Jagger, his ass pressing down, his pussy clenching around the morning wood buried deep in his bruised pussy. Sure, he ached from getting pounded the night before, but hell if he wasn’t ready for another round.

Gabe smirked, gently gyrating his hips, the thick slosh of cum and his morning dew making that cock slip in and out of him again. Sure, his heat was sated, but that didn’t mean he was any less a man with needs. Gabe bit his lower lip as he felt that morning wood thicken, swelling with the rising sun as Jagger grunted in his sleep.

“Fuck, Uptown,” Jagger rumbled in his sleep, his hands coming to grip the golden and thrust forward, his body working on pure instinct as his dick sank into Gabe’s sopping folds. “You…zzz…hawt…”

“How can you still be asleep?” Gabe half gasped, half chuckled as Jagger ground into him, that cock slicking deep to kiss his sloppy cervix. Gabe brought his hand down to play with his petals, warming himself as he played with his clit.

Then the door burst open.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Whiskers snarled.

“What the hell!” Gabe tried to cover himself as Jagger was jostled form his sleep.

“ZzzZ! Wha—the…” Jagger was still half gone as Whiskers burst into the room.

“What the FUCK boss!” Whiskers came over and ripped the pillow out from under his bosses head, making the wolf’s head smack back on the headboard.

“Shit! Fuck! Whiskers, what the hell!” Jagger snapped, clearly not as concerned as Gabe was about getting decent. Gabe clutched the covers over himself.

“Get out!” Gabe shot back at him. “What are you doing in here!”

“God Damn it Jagger! You couldn’t keep it in your pants for five god-damned minutes!” Whiskers smacked the lamp off the night stand, causing it to fall and the lightbulb to shatter. “Do you have any idea how much money you just fucked us over on?!”

“Dude, I told you to back off—” Axel huffed, the hyena in the doorway to the motel.

“You knew!” Whiskers balked at Axel. “Do you have any idea how much money Jagger just blew on a one night stand! Oh my FUCKING god! Jagger! What the hell!”

“Whiskers, shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jagger sat up on the bed, the wolf’s feet hitting the carpet below.

“I don’t? So you didn’t just have your cum crusted cock, knot deep in that skank that’s supposed to get our big payday?”

“The Fuck did you just call him?” Jagger stood, the blanket slipping off him, his cock throbbing from the pheromones still as he glared down at the cat.

“Oh my god, Jagger! What is fucking wrong with you! We were just supposed to protect the bitch, not fucking ruin our payday completely! Not like we can hide the fact that you fucked ‘im when his fiancé is gooning out in the fucking cuck chair!” Whiskers gestured to Tucker who was sitting in said cuck chair, a pillow on his loins to cover himself up, his clothes having long since been reduced to ribbons when Jagger wanted to rip something up.

“Back off Whiskers!” Jagger barked. “You don’t understand.”

“I understand that you’ve royally FUCKED us, Jagger! You always fucking do this! You ALWAYS Fuck things up with your dick or your fucking attitude.”

“Watch your mouth!” Jagger snapped, leaning closer, his shoulders bunching up.

“Hey!” Gabe barked. “Back off, both of you!”

Jagger spun around to see Gabe tucking the blanket around himself, his bite marks and bruises still very visible on his neck and shoulders. Whiskers was going to continue arguing, but now that Jagger’s attention was on his skank, he couldn’t quite continue the argument.

“It was my idea,” Gabe spoke. “I’m the one who wanted this, and I don’t appreciate you talking like Jagger was the only one with a hand in the decision.”

“So you asked him to knock you up?” Whiskers ran his fingers down his face, his expression so furious and surprised he almost looked like he was about to scream.

“It was the only way to ensure I had more time to fight Lawrence,” Gabe answered.

“The only way?” Whiskers huffed, his upper lip curled into a snarl. “The only way huh? The only fucking way? You couldn’t think of anything other than completely tanking our fucking pay day? You miserable fucking bitch!”

“Don’t you talk to him that way!” Jagger stepped forward.

“I’m so Fucking done with you Jagger and your fucking skanks getting in the way of business,” Whiskers locked eyes with Gabe, the black panther’s orbs throwing daggers. “I should have fucking cut you loose when I had the chance. You’ve been nothing but a liability, and I’m not going to have Jagger throw all this away on some cunt!”

“And I’m not going to let some rag tag team of leather clad dumbasses tell me how to save my company,” Gabe growled. “I will not be used as a bargaining chip anymore.”

“Well, if you’re spoiled goods, no need to keep you around,” Whiskers eyes glinted as his hand went behind him. Jagger jumped into action and gripped Whisker’s hand and forced it up, the handgun firing into the ceiling.

“You let another bullet out of the chamber, I break your arm,” Jagger growled, his fist grinding the bones in Whisker’s wrists together.

“I misfired because you gripped me you asshole,” Whiskers hissed. “You can let go.”

“Hand over the gun,” Jagger brought his other hand to take it and Whisker’s became furious. In that moment, Gabe knew Whiskers was bluffing. He was going to unload a clip into Gabe’s chest, and if Jagger hadn’t been there, he’d be Swiss cheese. Whiskers let go of his gun and Jagger took it, dropping the magazine and unloading the chamber before tossing the gun on the bed.

“Go,” Jagger ordered.

“You two are on your own,” Whiskers huffed, cradling his wrist for a moment before heading out, shoving Axel out of the way before the roar of a bike came to life.

“Should I…?” Axel gave Jagger a look.

“He’ll get over it,” Jagger huffed before seeing Gabe and remembering he almost got shot. “Can you give us a moment?”

“Sure, Boss,” Axel got an eyeful of Gabe before he slinked away. “Anything you say.”

“You okay?” Jagger came over and Gabe rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Gabe shook his head. “It’s not the first time I’ve had a gun pointed at me.”

“This was the first time it was actually loaded and ready to fire,” Jagger said taking Gabe’s hand. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Please, Jagger, if I couldn’t handle someone aiming a gun at me from time to time, I’d have been my father’s little bitch boy a long time ago.” Gabe did give Jagger’s hand a squeeze though. “I’m fine. Thanks for your concern.”

“Okay, then what’s our next move?” Jagger asked. “Want me to round up Whiskers so he doesn’t cause any trouble.”

“No, he’ll be fine,” Gabe shook his head. “Was so mad because there was nothing he could do. No, I think it’s time to use our newest little bitch boy to the best of his ability.” Gabe turned to Tucker and walked over, letting the blanket fall to the ground as he sat on the cuck chair seat, a bit of cum dribbling down his thigh. “How about we call up daddy dearest and let him know that he’s about to pay through the nose to get damaged goods. What do you say, Tucker?”

The golden was completely frozen, his eyes stuck on the bullet hole in the ceiling before he blinked and looked at Gabe. “I…sure…”

“Good boy,” Gabe patted his head. “We’re going to take a shower. When you’re done telling daddy the good news, why don’t you join us.”

“I…” Tucker was still half drunk on pheromones, his mind thrumming like he was hung over, but the idea of being under these two’s paws again was sending him. “I’ll be right there.”

“Good on ya,” Jagger pulled Tucker’s phone from his duffle and tossed it to the pup. “You can let him know all the dirty details if you want.”

“I’ll…stick to the highlights,” Tucker looked down at the phone in his lap, his ears folded back, his eyes almost shy.

“Good boy,” Gabe patted his head and hopped off the chair and took Jagger by the hand. “Come on, let’s get freshened up.”

***

Lawrence had not been having a very good week at the office. After Gabe was in the wind the Preston family broke off the engagement. He had no idea how they found out exactly how he had lost Gabe, but they were furious about the deal. They said he couldn’t keep a leash on his bitch of a son and left it at that, calling him a tramp and left them high and dry. They wouldn’t have damaged goods, or some other garbage line. For the most part he had been trying to get ahold of them to smooth things over, but they just weren’t taking his calls. He got the same excuse that his secretary would give if he didn’t want to hear from someone.

“Mister Preston isn’t available, but I can let him know you called as soon as he is,” and then it would lead to bum-fuck nowhere!

“Son of a bitch,” Lawrence slapped his phone back down on the receiver and continued to sip his whisky. He was in a serious bind, and there was no way out unless he could get Gabriel back. Time was running out and he couldn’t keep the company’s financials under concealment forever. For all he knew, that Constance bitch could nail him for cooking his books to keep their stock elevated. It wasn’t necessarily legal.

“Father?”

Lawrence’s ears perked up. He stood from his chair and spun around as quickly as he could. There, in his office was Gabriel and the wolf from their cabin adventure.

“Look who decided to show up,” Lawrence huffed. “I knew you’d come crawling back. Can’t rough it out there in the wide open world, can ya son.”

“I can handle myself just fine,” Gabe answered, the boy in his blue pinstriped closer suit he liked to wear to final negotiations. The biker wolf was clad in leather and leaning against a bookcase.

“Then why did you bring the muscle,” Lawrence shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve got a couple of other suiters lined up for you. You may not be marrying the Preston boy, but you’re getting hitched, by god as my witness.”

“I don’t think so,” Gabe shook his head.

“What? You going to pull out now?” Lawrence huffed. “You said you’d be willing to marry for this company if I had just talked it out with you. You finally get a say in all this and now you’re going to go back on your word?” Lawrence opened his globe and started to pour his son a glass. “Now be a good boy and look at the list. We’ve got to get this thing finished soon.”

“No,” Gabe shook his head. “I don’t think anyone on your bachelor list is going to want damaged goods.”

Lawrence paused pouring as he looked up at Gabe, “What did you just say?”

“You heard me,” Gabe smirked. “Did Mister Preston use those words too?”

“What did you tell him?” Lawrence snarled.

“Nothing that wasn’t the truth,” Gabe came up to his father and smirked. “Smell anything?”

Lawrence furrowed his brow, but took a couple good sniffs. The cigars had tanked his sense of smell, but he didn’t smell anything except a fain hint of whisky on his own breath.

“No, what are you getting on about?” Lawrence put his decanter down and then handed him the glass. Gabe simply put his hand on the glass and brought it back down to the table to reject it.

“You really are that dense, how about I make it a bit clearer,” Gabe had a sly gleam to his eye. “I can’t have whisky nor sushi anymore. No more trips to the smoking lounge for me either.”

“What?” Lawrence furrowed his brow further. “You converting to some Middle Eastern religion or something? You think I can’t land an oil baron over there?”

“My god, Law, he’s pregnant,” Jagger balked and Gabe turned around to scowl at him. “What? We’d’ve been here all god damn day if you’d’ve kept him guessin’.”

Lawrence had narrowed his eyes at the wolf, but then looked back at his son, then back at the wolf, and back at his son before he let out a groaning sigh and sat down in the chair.

“Yeah, father,” Gabe stood there with his arm’s crossed. “I don’t think there’s a single family out there that’ll take someone when a stud like this already beat them to the trough.”

“Stud like…” Lawrence looked up at Jagger again who kissed the air.

“Hey there granddaddy,” Jagger gave the older golden a wink.

“And…you’re sure you’re pregnant? Absolutely sure?” Law didn’t seem as angry as much as he was simply dumbfounded.

“Why do you think I don’t have bitch stink on me anymore,” Gabe swished his tail behind himself. “Face it dad, you ain’t going to get your way. If you’d have just come to me at the beginning, maybe I would have worked with you on this, but at the end of the day, this is my body, my life, and my fucking company. I’m not going to let you control me anymore, and if that means I have to get knocked up out of wedlock, so be it.”

Lawrence sat there, his maw slightly agape as he looked on with a blank expression. He blinked and looked at Gabe again.

“You’re sure you’re pregnant?”

“Check your email,” Gabe smirked. “Got the proof my heat has passed through and I’m a mother to be sitting in your inbox.”

“You…You’re joking,” Lawrence set his whisky down and opened his laptop, his plump fingers jabbing away at the keyboard to unlock his email to see a fresh set of medical documents.

He sat there, Lawrence just sat there, his eyes illuminated by the screen. He sat there for the longest time, nearly trembling. Gabe swore his father was about to erupt into fury, to beat his chest and scream. He wouldn’t let his father have him leave for his outburst too. He wanted to watch him crumble, to watch him bleed and scramble like the captured rat he was.

“Huh…” Lawrence huffed as he closed his laptop. Then the slightest shift if his expression sent an unnerving chill down Gabe’s spine.

He smiled.

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