The Run [Final]
#4 of The Run
Part 4 - Lift that tail, Boy
When I again awoke it was daylight, or some semblance of it. The room, at least, was not nearly so dark. Blinding cracks of white glared mercilessly through cracks in dirty, poorly masked windows along one side of the room. The wolf slumbered half atop and half beside me, his legs still twined about my own. His upper body had slipped off to stretch out on the outside edge of the sofa into which he had pressed me, one arm loosely supporting my head while the other lay along my side. It was a comfortable feeling to be held like that, by man or by wolf.
The wan daylight offered me my first real view of my captor, this strange lover of another species. In repose he looked far from the deadly beast I had first laid terrified eyes on in the alley. He looked strangely gentle and dangerous at the same time, his muzzle done in shades of black, dark gray, and silver. The rest of him was similarly decorated, from what I could see. I was loathe to move despite numerous aches and strains. The run and tumble into the basement had left me with a broad assortment of scratches and bruises, and the wolf had left me with a pleasant low ache in my rump. At some point he had slipped out of me but I could still feel his sheath resting heavily against my thigh.
I reached down to trace my fingers along the side of that furry ridge with a smile. I would probably be able to get out of the enclave safely, but the thought of that left me with an ache in my heart. I wouldn't say I loved this deadly bipedal wolf, not in the romantic sense, but I certainly did like him, and yearned for his passion. If I left the enclave I had no idea when I would be able to return, if at all. I let out a sorrowful sigh and rested my cheek against his shoulder.
A gleam caught my attention and I lifted my sight to find that his eyes were open though he had not moved nor changed his breathing. When our eyes met he rumbled softly and dipped his muzzle to touch his nose to my cheek.
Holy cripes, was I crying? Was I weeping at the thought of leaving this monstrous new lover behind in the ruin of the enclave? Why, but oh why, were they trapped so? Were they truly so fearsome? I felt not a twinge of fear at the wolf's broad muzzle touching my face, inches from my vulnerable human throat. Compulsively I leaned close and hugged the beast fiercely with one arm, burying my face in the lush fur of his chest.
Yeah, okay, call me a damned romantic sap. I'm young yet, my heart not hardened by the trials and tribulations of life. It was something I would sacrifice for him, as I never had thought to offer up to any of the boys before. Not even Adam. I was willing to give it all up to stay here, with him, in the ruined town trapped in the wolf enclave.
With a warm rumble the wolf nudged my shoulder with one hand and pushed himself up. Grudgingly I untangled my legs from his and sat up as well, slumping back into the cushions of the couch. It squeaked under our shifting weight. Giving my cheek a brush with the back of one hand the wolf stood and shook himself out, growling deeply as his strong paws danced upon the floor. His fur was, to put it simply, striking to behold. Most of it was black with gray highlights, the tips of each hair highlighted in a silvery hue. The more bold markings of muzzle, breast, and sheath were that same silver fringed with deep gray.
What a damn hunk.
After composing himself the wolf stretched and I found myself admiring his strong, yet not overly muscled, physique and considering a repeat performance of the previous night. At least this time I would be able to see him properly. But he had other ideas, beckoning to me with one hand before turning and walking away. When he turned I saw that the same silvery gray markings extended from his balls along the cleft of his muscular rump and a few inches along the underside of his lush tail.
Stretching I watched him walk toward a shadowed doorway, the door itself hanging akimbo on rusted hinges. The dirty concrete was cold under my naked feet and, save for a ragged, severely rumpled and soiled shirt the rest of me was just as naked. "Hey, now, what about my shoes! They're outside in the alley." I really did not fancy walking around the ruins with bare feet, god knows what I might step on, or in. The wolf looked back over his shoulder and pointedly gave me an up and down glance, his dangerous looking canid teeth gleaming in a rakish smile. Turning back he strode over and stood before me, his eyes a couple of inches higher than my own. Reaching out a hand he touched his fingers to my lower stomach and then slid them upward under my shirt, lifting it over my head. Shrugging out of it, now completely naked, I watched him toss the tattered remnant of my exercise suit onto the couch. "What's that supposed to fix?" I asked, but he merely turned toward the door again. With little other course left to me I followed.
Watching where I stepped across the filthy floor he led me into a dimly lit hallway and after a short distance up a flight of stairs littered with fallen leaves, rusting things I could not identify, and more than a little broken glass. He paid little heed to the dangerous obstacles that I gingerly navigated around. At the top of the stairway was another hallway, well lit by broken windows along one side. Beyond them I saw the ruined walls of nearby buildings and verdant weed growth. Coming to a door opposite the windows he beckoned me through.
Saints be praised, it was a bathroom! Mind you, it made me pause nonetheless because it brought to mind every gas-station bathroom the world over; one that had been especially neglected, with gray-brown porcelain sinks and a couple of stalls without doors. Those were propped haphazardly against the far wall. Peering into one at the dubious looking toilet I saw that it contained water. Clean water, for all that the bowl itself was a noisome looking rust brown. Raising a foot I gingerly pushed the flush handle and, much to my surprise, it flushed with a roar of fresh water. The wolf chuckled and stepped into the other stall.
Well, beggars can't be choosers, so I made use of the damn thing. Picture an image of ladies trying to perch over a toilet and you've got a good picture of what I tried to do... let me tell you, taking a shit while trying not to actually sit on the damn thing is a challenge fit to be an Olympic sport.
And, another note; wolf shit stinks to high heaven! But I won't go into that, I'll just let your imagination wander down that road. After listening to a few loud flushes from the other stall, while doing my balancing act, I was surprised to see a large gray and black paw thrust under the partition holding... wonder of wonders, toilet paper!
Where the hell do mostly-savage primitives come up with toilet paper?!! Or, for that matter, food in a preserve only a couple of kilometers across? The human security forces must do more for their prisoners than I thought. At least it was one small grace I could enjoy, and did.
Once that awkward ritual was done I tested the sinks and found that they produced clear water as well; cold and surprisingly pristine coming out of a rusty old spout. I rinsed my hands but didn't drink it despite my thirst. As I washed my hands I wondered if I could convince the hunky furball to slake my thirst with some more of that potent, and copious, lupine seed. But, after washing his own hands, my voiceless paramour left the bathroom and I followed.
Down the litter choked hallway he lead me, out of the building and onto the weed choked cracked main street. The sun felt warm against my skin and the air had just the slightest chill to it, presaging a day that would be comfortably warm but not hot. We paced down the street amiably, the wolf walking easily at my side while I watched the queer mechanism of his crooked looking legs. Dogs were never designed to walk upright and watching one do so was particularly alien to my human perceptions.
After a time my contemplation of his paws, and the occasional glance at his silver dusted black sheath containing the ridge of his cock, my wandering lecherous thoughts were interrupted by a sound. Distant at first, easily dismissed, the sharp rapping sound percolated through my thoughts as we approached a large building at the far end of the street. What it once was I could not immediately place; some sort of public building with broad stairs and many broken plate glass doors. As we drew closer I began to hear other noises; muted barks and growls and what sounded for all the world like boisterous laughter muffled by the building before us.
Mounting the stairs the wolf led me along a path relatively clear of debris through the doors and down broad hallways of cracked linoleum. More hallways, more broken windows illuminating them, and then down an especially wide corridor toward another bank of damaged glass doors. Beyond them I saw more lupine shapes; some standing, some sitting, engaged in conversation or barking toward whatever activity was occurring beyond my sight. With the sun bright outside the audience, perhaps a dozen or so that I could see, did not notice us until we stepped out of the corridor.
Heads turned and boisterous canine cheering came to a stop among those nearest when heads turned, ears coming up and jaws dropping open. Self-consciously I walked a little closer to my tall furry companion; I did not know what the other wolves were like. None were clothed though a few had decorative things braided into their fur; leather and beads and feathers dyed a rainbow of colors. The staccato thumping drew my attention to one side when we came out into the sun and I stopped.
Basketball!
Ten or so wolves were playing, of all things, basketball on a relatively unbroken macadam surrounded on three sides by encroaching forest and behind us by the building. But it was not the sport, or the wolves, that brought me to a surprised stop.
It was the human, dressed only in tight sports shorts and sandals, who was playing basketball with them.
"Adam?" I gaped, blinking in dumbstruck confusion. "What the fuck?"
Adam, resplendent with only those shorts, his chiseled muscularity glistening with a sheen of sweat, beamed hugely and came off of the court toward me. "Hey there, Steve! You survived, and boy how." He laughed as he glanced at the wolf at my side. "What a catch!"
"What a... what the fuck? Catch?" I gaped, flummoxed, "God damn it, Adam!" Striding toward him, a sudden fury blooming behind my eyes in a red haze, I drew back a foot and aimed a solid kick right at his crotch. Into orbit, mother fucker, I was going to turn his fucking balls into ovaries! Adam danced back and turned, taking my kick to his outer thigh but only laughed all the more loudly. A strong hand grasped my shoulder and pulled me back, a solid arm going around my chest and holding me when I tried to leap after him again.
"Steve, my boy, it's all good, all good indeed." Adam winked, rubbing his thigh where my naked foot had connected. I blinked, my jaw hanging loose, and slumped against the wolf behind me. "I wanted to introduce you to the pack, but security is not just going to open the gates on a whim. This is how they learn, the wolves, how to interact with humans."
My wolf, the silver dusted shadow black hunk who had made first contact, released me and padded over toward another group of wolves who had been playing ball. Adam stayed a few feet away, far enough to dodge should I attempt to launch his balls toward the moon again. "Introduce? By ... what, getting fucked into the pack?"
Adam grinned hugely, "Well, I didn't expect you to find the best wolf of the bunch, but yeah. They respond to brave, if sometimes stupid, acts like your run."
"God damn it Adam I thought I was going to get eaten!" I bellowed, furious and frustrated and terribly, terribly confused. Indoctrination into this pack was with a dick in the ass?
Adam chuckled and shook his head, "Yours in his, actually, but yeah. Or her's, if a bitch had found you." He looked me up and down and leaned his weight on one leg raffishly, "I hope you enjoyed it."
Well, I had, I couldn't argue that point. And how. "I..." I stammered and just lost the words that were rattling around in my skull.
Still grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat Adam stepped closer to whisper conspiratorially in my ear, "You fuck him?"
I blinked and after a moment shook my head. "No,"
"Blow him? He blow you?"
"Yeah, and yeah." I admitted, heat rushing to my cheeks and my throat convulsing in a spastic swallow.
"Like it?"
"Gods... like nothing else." I breathed, watching the wolf that had found, and then claimed, me in the darkness of a ruined basement. "Shit, Adam, even you can't give a blowjob like he can."
"Oh, no, I doubt that entirely. Like any of them, I don't have a muzzle. You fucked him?"
"No, I already told you."
Adam frowned slightly and glanced at the wolf who was in the center of a small cluster of other wolves industriously conversing in their strange canine language of growls and sniffs. "He fuck you?"
"Uh huh."
"Damn," Adam hissed softly with a deeper frown, "Damn."
"What?" I noticed that the wolf, my wolf, was noticeably taller than the others, more broad of shoulder and altogether more impressive than the group surrounding him.
"We're supposed to be the alphas here, Steve, the dominant ones." Adam explained quietly, also watching the byplay of the group. I noticed that my wolf's tail was down, pressed against the back of his legs, and he was beginning to look irritated. Some of the others were also displaying what, to my inexperienced eyes, irritation. "You've got to claim him, Steve, to show that you're dominant to him."
I blinked and looked aside at my long time friend and devious practical joker, "What? How the fuck am I supposed to do that? Look at him!"
"Fuck him, Steve." Adam hissed in my ear as a low rumble from the crowd became rather pointed growling. One of the other wolves seized my fellow's scruff and the others closed in. "You have to fuck him, to show them you're the leader between you two, and you have to do it now!" With a loud, spitting explosion of growls and snaps the group bore my wolf down, shoving him to the macadam they had been playing basketball on only minutes before. Two seized his arms and two more threw themselves against his torso while the first, who had grabbed his scruff, shoved his chin to the ground.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" I groaned, horrified at the savage display, "If I get in there they'll shred me!"
"He's gonna get fucked regardless, Steve, either by one of them or by you. It's the way of the pack." Adam watched but did not move to intervene as the wolf holding my fellow's scruff moved around behind him and fiercely hauled that shadow black tail up to the side. Without further thought to scare myself out of butting in I found my feet moving, bearing me toward the knot of furious wolves. My wolf snarled and thrashed but could not throw off the combined weight of six wolves.
Striding into the fray I plowed the one behind him up a full two paces by slamming my chest against him. He was shorter than I was by six inches, easily, and weighed less so was surprisingly easy to move. Staggering, the stocky gray turned a flashing, toothy snarl toward me but I was not going to back down; I chest-shoved him again, glaring down at that deadly muzzle with fury kindled in my eyes. He staggered another couple of paces back, his fur abush and his tail held straight out behind him, and there we stood, eyeballing each other and waiting to see who would throw the first punch, or bite.
After several long seconds without a flash of teeth coming for my throat I turned and, finding the closest of those holding my boy down, threw my hands against their shoulder and shoved. The wolf moved readily, the one beside him moving away as well. The other three, seeing that I had come into their tet-e-tet, released their quarry and backed away, tense and angry. My wolf remained where he was, shoulders down and ass high, tail tucked between his muscular legs, while I cleared away his pack mates. When I looked down I saw him looking back at me, his ears plastered against his strong lupine head.
Reaching down I grasped the root of his tail lightly, holding his golden gaze as I drew the lush length to one side. His asshole was as midnight black as the rest of him, surrounded by a nest of thick, silvered black fur. I took a long breath and let it out slowly, kneeling beside the wolf. "I won't if you don't want it." I said quietly toward those backed ears. Golden eyes blinked slowly and his body relaxed, the muscular pull of his tail against my fingers lessening. The wolf heaved a great sigh and shifted his weight, bumping his hips against mine.
He might not exactly want it, if what Adam said were the case, but he was willing to let me lift his tail where he had allowed no other. I glanced back at Adam and saw him nod slowly. "He's submitted to me, now." I said.
"Not before the pack, Steve. They have to witness you as his alpha." Adam intoned levelly, "They did not smell your mark on him, so they know."
I sighed. Shit, I didn't want to take that handsome ass unwilling, but damn I wanted to keep this handsome fellow as a lover. My heart skipped a beat and fluttered at that realization; less than twenty four hours ago I never would've thought what I did now. "Got Slick?"
Adam chuckled and nodded, "Always." He jogged quickly over to where he had left a backpack and after fishing around produced a bottle of Slick. The highly viscous liquid was, as its name implied, a fuck lube designed specifically for the more risky side of sex. Once applied it was as protective as any condom. He tossed the bottle over and I caught it easily, releasing the wolf's tail to pop the top. Squeezing the thick, clear gel onto my fingers I used one hand to rub it on my flaccid cock and my other hand to rub the slickness against the black flesh under the wolf's tail.
As my fingers rubbed and massaged his ring the wolf whuffled a soft growl and relaxed further, hitching his hips up and laying his upraised tail to one side. I felt my flaccid cock stirring as I stroked it, aroused by the carnal petting under that handsome tail. I slowly worked one finger into him, careful against the reflexive twitching tightness of that virgin ring, while I stroked my own length.
For a distressing passage of time it simply refused to awaken under the steady gaze of the now eerily silent wolves surrounding us. All told there had to be near thirty of them, but there were probably more of them deeper in the forest I could not see. All I could hear was the rustle of wind in the trees and the steady breathing of all those predators. Can we say performance anxiety? The wolf before me, my paramour, began to relax further, the tightness of that ring easing against the finger slowly slipping in and out of him. I worked two in there, slowly, and was rewarded with a huffing growl and rearward shove of the black, furry rump.
That was a signal that burned past the self-conscious awareness of the wolves watching me. I pumped my cock as it finally bestirred itself, not one to miss out on such a handsome furry hunk of ass no matter how many dangerous predators were watching. As I buried two fingers deep into my wolf I moved closer behind him, resting my cock on the palm of that hand to slide it up under his tail. Leaning over him, I withdrew my two fingers and, before his black ring could clamp shut, let the blunt flare of my cock settle against that well slickened flesh.
I didn't just shove myself into him, willy-nilly. I've never been a rough lover, even when my various lovers wanted a good, solid ass banging. I could play rough up to that point, but when I buried myself in them I wanted to enjoy the feel of their body taking me in, not loose it in the sensation-killing jackhammer slam of pure rutting. Resting my tip against him, easing forward just enough to feel that tightness parting before me, I leaned over further. "Relax for me, Midnight." I crooned. I could feel his asshole twitching; kissing my tip before relaxing again. Looking back at me with one eye the wolf, my wolf, my Midnight, pushed back with his hips.
I let out a soft, sharp cry when I felt that shift of balance and the intense heat suddenly embracing the first couple inches of my cock. One hand fisted into the fur of his hip and I reached up to press the other between his shoulder blades. I let him ease back, taking two inches, then four, before he stopped with a throaty half whine, half growl. "Easy, easy." I whispered as I drew back until the flare of my glans caught at his ring. Waiting until the spasming resistance of his muscles eased I began to slip forward again. Inch by slow inch I sank into that unspeakably smooth, tight furnace under his long lupine tail. He pushed back to meet me, taking a full six back and forth thrusts before I felt my hips come to rest against his rump. My jaw gaped and I gasped, groaning deeply as I caught fistfuls of lupine fur and pulled him back.
Rolling my hips to withdraw almost my entire length I paused briefly before slipping back into him earning a deep, vibrating growl from the beast before me, under me, pushing back to meet my hips with warm fur over a muscular ass. Moving one hand up to the deeper fur at the scruff of his neck I grasped the dense pelt while I released his hip and reached beneath him. I found his sheath easily and smiled as I felt how thick it was. I began to pump that sheathed thickness as I drew back and dipped forward; no slamming, no ramming, just easy, slippery slick heat ripping and grasping at me like a silken fist.
It was like no ass I had ever known before. But then, it was unlike any piece of ass I had ever had; it was a wolf! A midnight hunter, a predator, and it was mine to fuck. My mind was aflame with the sensation of it, the pure carnality of the inhuman breeding. His hips bucked and rolled in counterpoint to my thrusts, tightening fiercely while I pumped the huge cock within his sheath, the knot nested at its root throbbing hugely. I could feel the spurting trickle of his pre against my fingers.
I wanted it; I didn't want that hot delicacy wasted on the macadam like nothing. Adam knew this about me but said nothing, watching with the same silence as the wolves. I could not bring myself over the edge alone; I had to share it.
Drawing back I slipped my cock free. Midnight, as I had decided to call him, let out a curious whine and looked back at me at that sudden absence. Shifting back on my knees I reached down for one of his thick hocks, lifting it and pulling his hips to one side. After a moment of confusion the wolf's weight shifted and he rolled over onto his back, looking up at me with an expression of lupine curiosity. I looked down and saw at least half of his dark pink flesh lying against the silvery black fur of his stomach and my mouth watered.
Grasping his hips with both hands I lifted his haunches upward against the front of my thighs. He braced his broad footpaws on the ground to either side of my knees while I used one hand to press my cock down, using the underside of his tail as a guide to bring my cock back upward until it nestled against the tightness of his ring. Holding his golden gaze I pressed slowly against his ring, which was not quite considerably tighter than it was, until I felt him relax anew. A shudder raced through both of us when my cock plunged back into him with a short jerk. I groaned and he growled, a long streamer of wolf pre spattering across his stomach and chest fur.
Somewhere nearby I heard Adam let out a 'heh' of humor but ignored it. I rolled my hips and shifted my balance, easing inch after inch of my almost painfully erect cock back under the wolf's tail. The fur nested my own aching balls, the muscular girth of it warm and soft against my naked flesh. When my hips met his rump I gave a pull to keep him there as I leaned forward, smiling into those golden eyes.
I may be a relatively big fellow, well-toned with the muscularity of my youth, but I also enjoy considerable flexibility. So when I bowed forward and lifted his hips a little higher with my own it was no challenge whatsoever to wrap my lips around the wolf's tapered, slick tip. I worked my tongue around it as my hips dropped back, then thrust forward with more force than I had previously used, shoving his hips upward and slipping several inches of throbbing hot wolfcock into my mouth. The wolf let out a short, sharp, barking growl and threw his arms out to catch at the roughness of the basketball court. Reflexively his hips jerked upward, giving even more of his length as my lips pushed his sheath further back. His hips dropped down, plunging my cock fully into his ass with a powerful thrust that sent an explosion of intense stimulation burning through my groin.
Dropping both arms I slipped them around beneath his thighs, lifting his legs as I pushed down to meet his next urgent thrust. Thin, hot pre fountained into my mouth and I gulped at it greedily. His ass clenched and rippled powerfully against my slipping, plunging length each time he rose up with a thrust and dropped back down. Strong lower legs pressed weightily against my shoulders and our bodies began to undulate with the urgency of our rapidly growing arousal. Midnight growled with each thrust and groaned each time he dropped back down onto my cock. For my own right I groaned as well, lost in the lust of the moment as I hungrily swallowed the copious fountains of pre spattering my tongue.
I knew he was getting close by the increasing clench of his ass, the muscular rippling almost a crush as I withdrew and slammed deep into him. His tail pressed my balls upward as the intensity of his whining growls grew deeper and more strained. The massive bulge of his knot shoved against my lips as his hocks pressed down against my shoulders, pushing me downward as he sought to bury that thing completely in my mouth.
I felt a strong, large hand against the back of my head, blunt claws pricking my scalp as the wolf under me writhed and tensed. His asshole clenched at my cock like a cock-ring made of pure, solid muscle while his inner depths rippled and pressed hotly. The pressure of his claws suddenly pricked fiercely, shoving my mouth downward against his knot with a clenching spasm of his ass.
Wolf cum exploded into my throat but I was already filling his ass with my own. Midnight, my handsome inhuman predator, let out a gasping, bellowing howl as his cock jumped and jerked, filling my mouth with heat. I swallowed greedily, not willing to let the slightest drop escape my lips, while I unloaded my balls with such power that they ached. I was spent in seconds, as is the nature of a mere human orgasm, but the cock in my mouth continued to jerk and twitch.
Midnight's howl became a duet, then a chorus, and within seconds was a ululating choir of raised lupine voices as I claimed my wolf. Not only had I buried myself under his tail, mounting him as a proper alpha, but I had taken his orgasm at the same turn, a sharing rather than a taking. The choir faded after a minute and we broke our union; my cock simply shriveled like a salted leach and his shrinking, but never losing its rigidity, until his sheath slipped up against my lips. His ass clenched tightly once my flaccid length slipped out, slamming shut on the heat of my cum like a prison gate.
Raising my head I leaned back, gasping and licking the last hints of his orgasm from my lips.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and rolled my gaze toward Adam, my focus fuzzy while I came down from that unbelievable high. With a cheeky smirk he pointed off beyond the trees, "You've still got a kilometer to go, boy."
I coughed a laugh and elbowed him in the gut, "And you still owe me a blowjob."
Adam giggled and lifted his brows, "After one of his? What're you naming him, anyway?"
Raising an eyebrow I turned my gaze to the golden eyes looking up at me, with an equal expression of unfocussed bliss, "He doesn't have one?"
"Not as such."
Leaning down I splayed my fingers into the ebony fur of his chest, watching the silver tips shimmer in the sunlight, "Midnight. That's when we met."
Handing me a pair of denim jeans, the same ones I left in his car, and a pair of sandals, Adam nodded. "A proud name. Well, get your ass moving, boy. One kilometer to go!"
Fin.