The Story
The Story.
There was a village far outside of the business and stressfulness of the modern world. Its was called Kirrkohaven.
Quite a religious village, the village folks fervent observance of their faith was the first noticeable thing. In fact the biggest building by far was the church. Its vast and enormous steeple towering in comparison to the small, stone and wood village houses. Even the the village town hall was belittled by it. The beautiful, impressive structure had been the first building built when the village was founded by its settlers hundreds of years ago. It housed the main cathedral hall, an all boys learning school, dorm included, and the house where the local priest lived.
The village was located in what would be hard to describe otherwise, as the middle of nowhere. Luscious hills and forests with running streams and lakes completely blocked out any green fields that were brave enough to show themselves. Many different animals roamed the forests. The villages made themselves comfortable with hunting the species of deer, moose and sometimes even bears and wolves that ran around those parts.
The only communication the village ever received from the outside world was a travelling priest once a year that Kirrkohaven relied on all correspondence from the rest of the world.
They were content to let the world break its own head without them and get on with their own business.
The community prided itself on how much it respected its holy books. It was not at all uncommon to have a graphical image of Jesus, hanged up on a bloody cross, in most households. To an outsider the laws in Kirrkohaven might be viewed as harsh or even cruel, especially as how they punished people for breaking the ten commandments and rules of Leviticus. However, their society worked well. It was clean, crime had never been an issue and all children were taught the absolutes truths of the Bible and the word of God.
The bottom line was that the village was simply scandalousness, sin free and everyone agreed that it should stay that way.
The church bells rang, frightening the pigeons into a swarm above the steeple and ringing out over the tranquil community. Another Sunday. The people, one by one, opened their doors, and in their smartest clothes walked along the cobbled streets to the church, filing through the giant dark oak doors, each person touching a small statue of Christ on the side of the doors before heading into the main hall and finding their regular seats.
"Hurry up boy!" Mr Johnson said, dragging Mike by the arm as he trailed behind him.
They sat down and the service began.
Mike silently groaned. He didn't know why but he'd never liked the church.
Mike was just a boy of 16. An orphan after his parents had both died of some strange disease no one understood. His father first and then his mother right after he'd been born. Everyone had feared that he would soon follow, but somehow he had survived. He was placed under the care of an old widow that raised him. A somewhat kind woman but sometimes, a very strict one. She'd passed away when he was 8. After that he was put into the care of the hunter Mr Johnson. He was a cruel man, which motivated him to be the villagers main seller of horrific animal traps which caused a maximum of suffering and pain to the animal before it mercifully died. Mike was to set to do the majority of chores around the house. Washing dishes, mopping floors, washing and drying clothes, cooking, polishing traps and taking care of Mr Johnson's dog, Jessie. Mike loved Jessie. She was the only real friend he'd ever known. All the boys were strictly in attendance to the church's school for 15 hours every day. However, Mr Johnson was great friends with the priest and had managed to wangle Mike out of going to church school so he didn't have to bother doing any work at home. As a result of this, Mike practically never saw any of the other boys, let alone played with any of them. The girls were kept strictly indoors, or in the company of a parent or guardian. They were being trained, in village tradition, how to be successful housewives for their future husbands. So Jessie was naturally, the only thing Mike spent any amount of time with.
The church service ended and Mike and Mr Johnson walked back home to the house at the outskirts of the village, right up against the forest. As they walked in, Jessie ran up to greet them, jumping on Mike and licking his face, but Mr Johnson grabbed her by the collar and yanked her away, making her yelp.
"You'll have plenty of time to play with that stupid dog once my dishes are done, boy."
"Yes sir" Mike replied.
As Mike walked through the door into the kitchen, Johnson gave him a painful kick on his ass, partly sending him flying into the side of the sink. Mike didn't say anything. There was hardly ever a daily occurrence where Johnson didn't hit or push him, unless he was far too drunk to remember to do it.
Mike picked up the pile of dishes and placed them next to the sink, filling it up and began grudgingly washing.
The sun was setting, the birds chirped getting ready for bed.
Finally, Mike put the last clean dish in the rack and sat down, looking glumly at the tiled floor. A friendly nose touched his cheek. He looked up to see Jessie giving him a doggy smile.
"Hey girl." Mike said, happy to see her, stroking the side of her head, enjoying her soft black fur.
She sniffed his face and gave him a few hearty licks with her rough tongue.
He smiled, burying his face into hers, giving her a great hug, feeling the familiar warmth of her body.
"Heh, I love you girl." Mike sighed, rubbing his cheek against her.
Jessie broke free of his hug and sat next to the kitchen door. Mike smiled. He knew she wanted to go outside with him. Mike checked the rest of the kitchen. Good, his chores were all done. He ran outside.
The setting sun shone brightly down on both of them. Mike gave a laugh as Jessie ran alongside him, squirrels frantically running away and up into the trees as the happy pair raced through the forest. Jessie gave some playful barks as she easily sprinted alongside him. Then, suddenly she jumped on him, knocking him over as he lost balance laughing, giving numerous doggy kisses all over his face which he gladly accepted.
Mike loved it when they played together. Right now, at this moment, he was happy. No Mr Johnson hitting him, no chores, no lessons of sin and purity by the priest, no churches, steeples and cruelly fashioned traps. Right now, it was just him and Jessie. just the two of them. That's all they ever needed, just each other. The whole forest seemed to acknowledge this as the sun reflected its red hazy glaze against the top of the trees as he and Jessie were cast into shadow and the stars slowly started making themselves known.
He lay down on the soft grass, Jessie laying next to him, his arm resting over her soft body, looking up at the night sky. Looking up, he loved to get his mind lost in the endless number of stars that carpeted the heavens, making him feel as though he'd been there for centuries. The bright diamonds shining back at him gave him a sense of awe and wonder and he was all the more happy to share it with his best friend as she snuggled up to him while he layed there.
Getting up, he looked into the woods. He couldn't stay out here for too long. Wolves had been known to roam these areas. Giving Jessie a kiss on the head, they both walked back towards the house.
He woke early. Getting dressed and making sure the neatness of his room did not cause him to get a beating, he ran downstairs only to get a huge smack on the side of his head.
"Morning maggot. You still haven't cleaned the cellar. Your not doing one more bloody thing until that room is spotless, understand?" Mr Johnson barked.
"Yes sir" Mike said, swallowing his fear. As he ran down to the cellar after lifting the wooden trapdoor at the side of the room, closing it behind him.
Searching around in the darkness he found the box of matches in the usual place, lighting one and placing the flame next to the lamp that hang from the ceiling. It was a special lamp. The glass had been refracted to amplify the light.
Lighting it, he picked up a mop and bucket of water and began washing.
He wondered how Jessie was doing. Mr Johnson had bought her to appease his huntsman ego rather than having her as a loving pet. He never spent any time with her, not even to feed her.
That was all Mike's job. God he loved her. He didn't know what he'd do without her.
Suddenly he heard scratching and whining at the trapdoor.
What was Jessie doing?
He opened the trapdoor and Jessie leapt down onto him.
"It's a bit early for playtime, isn't it girl?" Miked smiled. She was acting funny, she kept on sniffing up his thigh. "What are you doing Jessie?" he asked.
She kept sniffing him and at his crotch. All of Mike's instincts told him to push her away, wait a minute, wasn't this wrong? "Jessie..." Mike slowly said, feeling peculiarly funny.
She then leapt on top of him, eagerly licking his face.
Mike sensed something was strange about himself. His mind was now working at a less than normal pace. He felt himself beginning to be aroused.
He thought.
'Do I really want to do what I feel like?' he said in his head. What was it the priest had said in one of his lessons? '
"Cursed be he that lieth with any beast." say'th the Lord your God. Remember this boy... '
Mike paused. What of the consequences? No. No........ yes. Yes, a beating by Mr Johnson would surely be worth this sensation.
He gave a sigh, preparing himself mentally for the beating that would happen if he was caught. Not really knowing where to start, he gingerly reached down and pulled off his pants.
His erection immediately sprang to life. As if on cue, Jessie jumped off him and began sniffing his erect dick. Mike closed his eyes, immersing himself in the sensation of her cold nose and the air against his erection by her. He gasped, his eyes springing open as she licked his sensitive flesh. A nice jolt of electricity raced up his spine. He reached out his hand, laying it softly on Jesse's head, uttering a quiet groan when she began lapping away at his cock. Her warm canine tongue pleasuring him to heights he never knew existed. His body cringing in ecstasy at this new feeling.
This was amazing. He never knew that he could love Jessie in this way. She'd always been a friend to him, but now.... now she was a lover to him.
Mike lay flat against the floor, trying to control himself in the midst of Jessie's constant pleasuring. He moaned as her rough tongue found the edge of his balls. Mike knew that some point was going to be reached very soon. Unconsciously, he reached his hand to grab to the base of his dick. Gently squeezing it. Jessie in return, moved her muzzle above his cock and lapped at his tip.
This was way too much for him. Feeling the tension in his balls rising, he thrusted his hips up in the air and gave out a long groan. He gasped as he felt his sack tighten as he began to cum. Wincing in pleasure as his throbbing cock sprayed load after load of hot white seed on his stomach and partly on Jessie's face, which she happily licked up.
Too lost in pleasure, Mike didn't hear the trapdoor opening, didn't hear the gasp of shock and surprise or the creaking of the wooden stairs as he looked up to find Mr Johnson starring in horror, unable to believe what he was seeing. He stared in shocked silence at the splattered cum and Jessie's doggy face smiling at her master. He immediately disappeared from sight.
Mike's brain froze. He would usually have just charged into him and began hitting his stomach. wait.................
Too late to act upon his thoughts. Mr Johnson was back. A fully loaded hunting rifle in his hands.
With the pit of Mike's stomach full of fear. He stood up in front of Jessie between her and the hunter.
"Jessie ru!!!" he tried to shout as his eyes met the backend of Johnson's rifle butt.
He fell backwards. The world going dark around him. Pain invaded the front of his face and filled up his brain.
He heard Jessie yelping as she was dragged by the collar up the stairs.
He heard the front door being kicked open.
He panicked.
Trying with all his might, he began dragging his limp body with one hand up the wooden stairs. Blood dripping down on its surface. "Jessie!" he cried out, moaning in agony as the pain increased the higher he got. His body shrieking at him.
He heard the cocking of a rifle.
"No" he gasped, his pupils filling up his eyes.
A shot rang out.
The darkness finally clouded him.
"We must not tell anyone else of this...."
"Yes father, I understand......"
"If this got out, it would ruin our image as a haven of God........"
"Yes father........"
"Look at him, who would have thought such sinners would be in our midst........"
Mike's ears had started to work, but for the moment he was still shrouded in the dark.
"What about the maggot father?" Mr Johnson asked the priest.
"Don't you have a wood hut up beyond the hills?"
"Yes father, my stocks of firewood are gathered there."
"Put the boy in chains and only release him once you are there."
"Yes father."
Mike's eyes slowly opened. Seeing the two figures of Mr Johnson and Father Bob talking to each other.
"We will leave him there. Let him chop wood and God or the devil will find him." Father Bob said.
"....Jessie....." Mike softly groaned, confused and dazed.
Mr Johnson's eyes flared up. "Insolent maggot! You dare speak the name of that devil dog!?!" he yelled at Mike, picking up his rifle and slamming it into the side of Mike's skull.........
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Mike, opened his eyes. Seeing the early blue of the morning sky. His mind wondered, not being able to think clearly. There was the sound of horses hooves somewhere. He could barely make out the tops of trees on either side of his vision.
His eyes fully opened as something bumped the floor. He was in a horse and cart. Mr Johnson at the reins.
Trying to move around, he was stopped by the clinking metal of steel chains wrapped tightly around him. Unable to do anything, he simply laid there and began tracing back to what had happened.
The priest and Johnson had been talking, he couldn't quite remember what they were saying exactly. Then suddenly, tears flooded his eyes as he remembered Jessie. But he had no more time to think about it as the cart came to a halt and Mr Johnson hopped off and came around the back of the cart.
Mike suddenly felt air beneath him and rolled onto the ground, the chains digging into his skin as Johnson opened the back of the cart.
Johnson pulled out a key and took the lock away that held all the chains together. Mike stared up at him, wincing as he saw the hunters rifle pointed at him.
"Listen here boy." Johnson said. "The father may have thought it possible that God will find you, but I personally think satan's going to come quicker." he stifled a laugh. "We're at my timber stockpile. I'm going to be back in three days and it better be chopped finely or you better be dead. We have no room for sinners in our paradise." He paused. "You know what, maggot, I think it would be better if you didn't show up here in three days" he said, jabbing the rifle against' Mike throat making him cough. "After all, if the village ever finds out, I wouldn't want people thinking it was me worshipping satan with that disgusting dog." He walked around to the horse and got up onto the cart steering it around to go back down the road.
Mike waited until the sound of hooves faded before crawling out of his heavy chains. He felt a deep hollow pit in his stomach, almost making him want to puke, so strong was this hollow emotion. Finally standing up, he looked around. He was in a small clearing entirely surrounded by forest. He saw a tiny hut with nothing but three walls and a flat roof, all made out of wood, built beside a large stockpile of long firewood. The only place outside of the clearing was the faint path leading back to the village.
All of a sudden, his knees began to fail him and he sank to the ground, the hollow pit in his stomach widening. Thoughts began to run rampant in his mind. Not being able to withstand it any longer, he broke down crying.
The tears running down his cheeks and dripping down on the green grass. Sobbing, he curled up into a ball, hugging his knees and gently rocking, back and forth.
He thought about Jessie. How much he missed her, him and her running through the woods. But the more he thought about it, the more he cried. He pictured her adorable face, her eyes, her fur, the way she licked his cheek. Grief overcame him. Trying to find any escape from this torment, time seemed to race by without him. He became delusional. Shadows flickered across the forest clearing, the glare of the sun radiated onto him, hurting his eyes, the whole world seemed unsteady. Eventually, he welcomed his body going numb as he fell asleep amidst the trees.
He dreamed.
He saw Jessie's face looking back at him. Then suddenly disappearing. Stars went overhead, the night sky moved. Then blackness.
He heard Jessie crying. He couldn't find her. The sound of her yelping as a hand dragged her by her neck. Wooden floors creaked, a lamplight flashed in the darkness.
He heard a gunshot.
Waking up with a start, Mike looked around. The sun had just peeked up over the treetops and its light was partly shining on him. The sound of birds chirping echoed through the forest. He put his hand to his forehead. It was drenched in cold sweat. He groaned. His body was stiff. Slowly getting up, he wiped away the tears from his cheeks. That hollow feeling was still there, but it didn't demand anything of him yet.
Feeling dizzy, he tried to focus, walking towards the wooden hut. Grabbing the side of the roof to be able to stand up, he looked inside. All he saw inside were two pieces of fire flint and what looked like the remains of an old axe. The wood had disintegrated and what remained of the axe was half buried in the ground.
He sat down against the side of the of the hut, facing the clearing. Using the chance before the feeling had time to overwhelm him again, he thought about his options.
He couldn't go back to Mr Johnson and was pretty sure he didn't want him back, not that he probably did in the first place, especially now that he was branded a sinner.
A pain clenched his stomach. He hadn't eaten since he'd passed out at Johnson's house. He couldn't stay here, he'd starve. Resting his head against the hut wall, he decided to make the biggest decision he had ever made. He would leave the community that he had been brought up in and known for all his life.
He began again to cry. It felt like he was abandoning Jessie, even though he knew she wasn't there any more. Covering his eyes with his hand, he tried to wait until his grief had eased up a bit, but it was difficult. He sat there for almost two hours before his emotions were light enough to let him stand up.
Mike paused. He'd never known any place except Kirrkohaven. Attempting to find some direction to start walking, he chose the opposite one to the path that lead back to the village.
Picking up the flint and painfully silencing his feelings, he started off into the woods. He hoped his emotions would let him be...
He'd walked quite a distance. He couldn't even tell where he was anymore. The forest seemed endless. His mouth was dry. He became so thirsty and delirious he wasn't thinking about how dangerous a situation he was getting himself into. That was, before he heard a howl. That got his attention. The further went outside the village, the more wild animals there were. Fear made itself known again. He'd need to find something to burn, anything. He had no way of protecting himself, but the forest was way too damp for him to use anything. He began to walk faster, using his hands to pull him through the dense trees that made a point of making his way uncomfortable.
Suddenly he heard something. A stream. Running towards the sound he came to a sharp slope where the trees gave way to a flowing river. Mike immediately ran to it, gratefully cupping and drinking the cold water. He splashed some of it on his face.
Trying to be smart, he thought he should follow the river downstream until he knew exactly where he was going. Walking up to the edge of the slope which followed the river he froze as he heard another howl. Making sure everything was safe before moving, he followed the river downstream.
The sun started to set behind the clouds building up, overcasting the sky. The woods eventually blanketed themselves in darkness. Mike continued downstream, almost blind by the lack of light. Only the sound of water acted as his guide.
He heard something scampering at the other side of the bank. Panicking, Mike scrambled up the edge of the embankment, hiding behind a tree, blocking his view of the stream. His heart pounded in his chest.
He heard growling not too far away from him. Then, the howl of a wolf. Fear racked his brain. Not knowing what to do, he gripped either side of the tree and began climbing up. Almost immediately he heard creatures running towards where he was. He couldn't see, but growling voices were directly below him.
He made it to an extending small branch and climbed onto it, hugging the branch in fear. Looking down, he saw many eyes staring back at him. Mike began to whimper. He didn't want to die like this.
He was playing a waiting game now. The main obstacle was that it was pitch dark. He couldn't see any good escape of route. He waited, hoping that the sun would hurry up and that the wolves would leave him alone. Exhausted by fear, his mind gave way and he sank into sleep.
He had the nightmares again.
A loud crack woke him up. The sun was up. He gripped the branch he was on, feeling it moving. He froze, terrified, looking back to see the end of the branch breaking away under his weight. Too late, it snapped. Mike fell to forest floor, waking up the wolves that had decided to sleep there.
Amidst growling and terror, he ran for the river, feeling the creatures very close behind him. Diving in, he swam downstream. He looked to his left, seeing that the wolves were following him on the bank of river. Then Mike heard something else. A crashing sound. Too late to react, he began swimming backwards as he was sucked down a waterfall.
He fell for maybe three whole seconds before being plunged down into the water, rocks scrapping at his sides, making him bleed. Finally he reached the bottom where he was sucked upwards along the river. Swimming up, he gasped for lungfuls of air. Paddling to the side of the riverbank, he got up, checking his pockets. Thankfully, the flint was still in his pocket. His head sprang up, his eyes searching for any sign of the wolves. It looked like he had been swept pretty far from where he met them, plus there was that long cliff of a waterfall for them to negotiate. Then his eyes spotted a large boulder through the trees, but what caught his attention were the pieces of yellow straw at the base of it. He wobbled through the trees to them, picking up the handful.
Brilliant, they were dry.
Suddenly, he heard a growl behind him.
Slowly turning around, he saw one wolf looking right at him. He was trapped! The wolf was blocking the way to the river. His knees sank to the ground, clutching his fists. His head dropped forward. He knew this was the end. There was no way out of this.
He waited for his throat to be torn in two. But nothing happened. He looked up. The wolf was just standing there, staring at him. He stared back. Very slowly, he got up, waiting to see for the wolf's reaction. Nothing. He began to back away from it, but the wolf took a few steps forward. He froze and the wolf stopped.
"What do you want..." Mike managed to squeak.
The wolf started growling again.
All of a sudden, the pit in his stomach took control of his body. He began crying.
Why of all times should grief strike him now? It was as if it was punishing him. Jessie's face appeared again in his mind. He collapsed forward, sobbing his heart out.
He felt Jessie's licks on his cheek again.
What?
He sprang upwards in surprise and shock. It was the WOLF who had been licking his cheek.
What kind of sick perverted torment was this? Teasing your prey before you killed them?
"Why are you doing this to me!" Mike cried.
The wolf's growls returned.
Losing his head, he turned and ran, the wolf easily following him through the woods. He heard the wolf leap and cried in surprise as he felt its teeth on the back of his shirt, tearing it away. He continued to run. Instinctual survival mode governing him. Mike tripped as the wolf grabbed with its teeth onto the bottom of his pants. Shrieking, he pulled them off, freeing himself. Getting up, he was about to continue to flee when the wolf jumped on top of him, knocking him to the ground, its teeth were clenched on either side of his neck.
He froze up, closing his eyes.
Submitting himself to this creatures will, he waited for death.
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His eyes were closed, waiting for the wolf to shut its jaws around him, ending this game, but instead he felt its jaws slackening and finally letting go. He wondered what had happened, when he suddenly shivered in surprise as he felt the the wolfs tongue lick between his ass.
Mike had to know what was going on. With the fear of a horrifying death still fresh in his mind, he slowly turned over. The wolf didn't growl anymore, instead it kept licking him, tasting his thighs while Mike turned over. He gave another shiver when its tongue found the base of his balls.
Curious, he looked between the wolfs legs. It was a girl. He winced in pleasure, her rough but gentle tongue coating his balls. Mike's fear began to ebb. His breathing picked up a notch as she licked his growing dick.
Laying back, he let her lap away at him. Even though his fear had almost disappeared, his heart was still pounding. He was simply too confused to fully appreciate the pleasure.
The world seemed to glaze while she slid her tongue along his cock. The gentle licks sending shivers all along his body. The sensation was surreal. He almost didn't believe what was happening.
It was hard to stay still, he badly wanted to thrust his cock into her mouth, the feeling was driving him crazy, but he controlled himself. The vision of all those sharp white teeth put an end to that thought.
Eventually he felt his balls tense. Giving a silent groan, he came, shooting his hot sperm all along the wolf's muzzle and onto his stomach. She immediately began licking up the cum from his stomach and polishing his dick.
After she was done, the wolf sat down.
Mike slowly got up, making no sudden movements. He looked at this huntress. She had white flowing fur all along her body. It was hard to think that this experience was actually happening. He looked into her bright green eyes. She stared back at him. These creatures were known as the killers of children. Sophisticated animals of death that would take great delight taking down easy prey, like him. Mike just didn't get it. He wasn't even supposed to get near these creatures, let alone get his dick licked by one.
He decided not to say anything. Carefully, he offered his hand to the wolf. She sniffed at it, still staring at him.
Mike shivered, partly out of fear but mainly because he was still wet from the river and freezing cold. He glanced at his shredded clothes. He couldn't wear them now. Feeling now that he was somewhat safer, he stood up, waiting for the wolf's reaction. Nothing happened. He walked to his torn clothes, watching the wolf follow him, but not in a threatening way. Picking them up, he went back to the rock where he found the straw.
Suddenly he felt the jaws of the wolf close around his leg, but not breaking the skin. She lightly pulled him and let go.
Resisting the urge to run, but still dropping his clothes, Mike looked down at her. She pulled his leg again.
"You want me to follow you?" Mike asked, forgetting about his caution.
The wolf growled. Knowing not to run, Mike turned around and faced the wolf, staring at her. She paced a few feet away from him. He followed her. She began trotting at a wolfs pace. Mike was forced to jog behind her through the forest. He couldn't help feeling that somehow this was some sort of trick. This just wasn't normal. He was following one of the greatest predators in the woods. He knew people had died being attacked by hunting packs. Almost like him when he was chased by one earlier...
The wolf growled each time Mike lagged too far behind. He was incredibly hungry. He could feel his stomach groaning. After about 20 minutes they started going uphill. She had no problem bounding up the steep slope, but Mike struggled to keep up. Panting, he finally made it to the top.
Looking up he gasped in fear. There were about five more wolves, all staring at him. But like her, they didn't make any aggressive moves to him.
They were all on a plateau which was the top of this hill, slightly peeking out over the rest of the forest. His eyes fell on a dead half eaten carcass which looked like a deer.
Mike began to crawl up to it but was stopped by a growling wolf who ran up to him, bearing all its teeth in his face. He cowered his head in submission. Finally the wolf slowly retreated, allowing him to reach the deer. Still cowering his head, mike crawled up to it and began to eat the raw meat. At any other time he would have felt nauseas at the very thought of doing such a thing, but his gnawing hunger kept all that at bay.
Naked and exhausted he rolled over onto his back. The wolves gathered around him, each of them constantly sniffing at him, especially his crotch.
His dick became erect again, Mike felt several tongues lapping at his cock. Two male wolves stood over him. He could see the pink of their sheaths starting to poke out. Not wanting to make them angry he gingerly reached out with both hands, gently grasping their red members with each hand. Both the males started to buck into his curled fingers. He gasped as the multitude of tongues polished his cock, making him grip the other wolves dicks harder than he intended. But they didn't seem to mind.
A thought came to his mind. Letting go of their dicks he trailed his hands to their bulging sacks, caressing them. It was a weird feeling. Somehow, he knew what to do even though he'd never done anything like this in his life. He moved his palms in circles, encouraged by the increase in breath of the two males.
Two wolves started lapping at his own balls making him groan in lust. Finally his sack gave way causing him to shoot his load into the crowd of wolves.
A sudden feeling of compassion overcame him.
He gripped the two red throbbing cocks either side of him and began jerking them off. It didn't take long before he felt two lumps making their way though his fingers. Finally the the two wolves howled, pouring out their sperm onto the grass.
Mike let go of their shrinking sheaths. He waited until the other wolves got tired of licking him and the rest of the pack left him laying on his back.
He didn't why he was so lucky. He definitely knew God wouldn't want this.
The sun had almost finished setting by the time he had enough strength to get up and look around. The wolves were all huddled in a corner of the plateau. Mike had a great view of the surrounding forest and hills from up here. He saw a lake just near the base of the hill which flowed into one of the many rivers of the landscape. Flocks of birds flew by, trying to get settled before night fell upon them.
Mike sat of the grass. He didn't know where to go from here. He had no plans now. Just these wolves which allowed him to live. He kept wondering why they were acting this way. Non of the few stories he'd heard of the wolves of the forest described anything like this. In fact Mr Johnson has often has a good close call with them. But these ones had to be unique. When he was climbing that tree those other wolves had been on the hunt. They'd wanted to kill him.
If this pack only kept him alive for what appeared to be sexual pleasure, he was fine by that.
As strange as his situation was, there was an atmosphere of comfort in the whole thing. He hoped that he'd stumbled across a place to stay.
The stars began to uncover themselves from their hiding places. Mike looked up at them.
He remembered looking at them with Jessie. His arm over her body. Although he was not as heartbroken as he'd been yesterday, he still missed her.
The temperature dropped, he felt his breath being caught in the air. Shivering, he curled up into a ball, trying to get himself warm.
He felt something stand over him. It was the white wolf. He rolled over onto his back. But instead of licking or growling, she walked over him and layed down onto of his chest. Mike stopped shivering. Her warmth radiating over him. He felt toasty warm with her silk like fur on him. He curled his arms around the wolf, hugging her. She didn't seem to mind. Tears ran down his cheeks as he thought about Jessie. He didn't know why this wolf reminded him of her. There was something about her. The way her fur felt in his hands, the feel and warmth of her body. Looking up at the sky, he fell asleep under the stars.
This time, he didn't have the nightmares.
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