The Plight -- First morning, today.
As the light of the dawn broke the man stirred, taking in his surroundings, naked in a pile with his four trusty pack members, their bodies naked as well, softly stirring from their
deep slumber, the day having taken their wolf forms away.
Distributing caresses the man raised, after picking up his cigarretes he lights up one as he opens up the window, looking at the busy street below, deep in thought he reminisces the
events of the previous night, his fellows having awakened and busying themselves as they prepare for the day.
"We were about to come looking out for you last night, how'd it go?" said Lane his closest one, dirty brown long hair, slim, five foot eight, and looking about nineteen years old.
"Rayir wants a 50 percent cut of our earnings in exchange for letting us hang around the city undisturbed..." Replied the slightly taller man, who looked in his early thirties, tight
lumber jack body type, black hair with a streak of gray.
"That's a lot, we're not taking his shit are we?" replied Lane, embracing War from behind as his hands caressed his hairy chest.
"Nah, we're not... Were dragons are always greedy and overconfident, and that's what I'm counting on to exploit." Added War as he caressed his own chin, putting the cigarrete away he
then turns around and embraces the younger man, pressing his lips against him, pushing his tongue past his soft lips, exploring and the suckling on his tongue as his strong hands caressed
the slim back of his younger charge.
"Mhmm mmm..." Lets out Lane as he rests against the chest of the man, his eyes closed his arms pinned to his sides trapped on the strong embrace as his head is angled upwards, his tongue being
suckled on, feeling himself harden up against the poking warmth of War's engorging cock. "Ahh mmhmm!" Lane continues to moan as the mouth of his superior drops his tongue, only to have him
suckle on his left ear, the tongue digging around the sensitive area, wetting it, muffling his hearing as it twirls, and the hands of the bigger man seize his cock and press it against his
own, the bigger member underside beating against his own as he feels the man peeling back his foreskin, the wetness of the moisty pre being smeared around his shaft's tip, as the musky
aroma of male arousal reaches his nostril.
The younger man feels weak in his knees as his maleness is stroked alongside his master's by those big hands, his tip pinched and squeezed gently to add the drops of his own pre to the
wetness already there. Feeling the gentle bites on his neck, he closes his eyes as his cock is pumped faster... faster... The thumbs of the man rubbing on his tip from time to time and he
tenses up unable to do anything but to let himself go, his tight sack pressing against his body throbs as his load is shot in spurt after spurt, joining th thick cum of the man who cums
at the same time, their bellies wet and dripping in their white seedy mess, the older man just mixes the cum of his young mate with his own and smears it on Lane's smooth chest, the short
body hair saturated with the musky mixture of their seed.
War likes his pup to reek of him, one more mark of his ownership over him. Smiling he keeps with the embrace until Lane recovers enough to open his eyes and still gasping leads him to the couch,
tossing one of his favorite biker shirts at him.
"Get dressed pup, we have things to do and prepare before i meet up the leader were dragonn tonight..." The man says with authority and confidence of a well thought out planned.
"Yes sir..." Lane replies, still blushing and relishing his state of reekness of him.
The coming night would be a busy one.