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"The fuck you say, I have good money!" Kirk Trenton hissed into the phone, his face going red with rage at the person on the other end.

"I don't care if you got the freaking Hope Diamond, no!" A voice grated back. "You broke the last one and I ain't wasting good merchandise on you, you sick fuck."

"Do you know-" Kirk started to roar out, but he was talking to nothing as his phone lit up in reaction to the person on the other end hanging up.

He snarled at the small device and slammed it down on the desk, not caring if it broke or not, he was in a rage. He had been spending good money with the local pimp down in the strip, extra money on top of the going rate so that he could have the pick of the boys before anyone else got to them and now he was being told they wouldn't accept his cash? It was intolerable! He had paid damages for the last boy that he'd bought, and he hadn't even really hurt the kid, just roughed him up a little to make the scenario into one that better fit his tastes. He hadn't even really caused any blood to be spilled, despite the fact that he had dearly wanted to make the little whore scream for him. He'd been careful by his standards, careful enough that he should have been welcomed back with open arms, not turned away like some sort of pariah.

It was the only vice he had, and it was one that he kept a dark hidden secret for fear of being caught. He loved boys, adored them, loved their smooth white skin and the way that they were all lanky and slender. He loved the way their eyes bulged when he covered their mouths and the soft little pained noises when he was going at them. He loved the way their flesh reddened under his gripping fingers and how they would shriek out when he made them bleed. Some dark twisted part of his soul bathed in it, and he had always been given an outlet, always been able to hire some whore on the streets or pay someone to deliver him exactly what he wanted when he wanted it. All of it quietly under the table so no one even suspected it of him. And who would? He was a star, a prize, and an upstanding citizen of the town, he always had been.

"Hey, Coach Trenton!" He lifted his head up from his angry musings to the jock that came swinging through the door with a smile on his face. "We done for today?"

"You did the laps? And don't lie to me, you know I know it when you lie." He growled at Adam and pushed away his frustration.

"Yup, did an extra ten just because I had a good rhythm going on." The track player bobbed his head up and down happily.

"Fine, go on and get. You can tell the rest to head out as well, we'll meet up again tomorrow in the early am to go over it again." He pushed his chair up and stood up. "And be here early, I want to see if your time is improving."

"Will do, Coach!" Adam gave his head another nod before pulling out and Kirk stifled his frustration yet again.

He had been coaching the track team for ten years now, and in that time they'd won state eight times in a row. He was doing wonders with his boys, they were disciplined, fast and eager to please him. And they were an endless frustration and temptation for him to deal with when he was here. They were all good looking lads, innocent as the day they were born and bright eyed every time they showed up in their tight shorts and tank tops. Many times when he'd picked out a whore for the night he'd picture one of his stars as the object of his 'affection'. He'd planned on having one again tonight, he had an itch that he wanted to scratch, but he would have to troll the backstreets in order to find one and even then he couldn't be sure they'd be clean.

_If I could just grab one of them, it'd be worth it. A dream come true, and I wouldn't have to hold back. It would be perfect. Simply perfect. _ He thought wistfully as he stepped out past the locker room where he could hear the boys yelling and pushing, laughing and chatting.

Not that Kirk would, it would be an end to him. They'd look first to the parents and then the boy's friends and finally to him, but eventually it would come back to him. His secrets held, mostly because no one would ever dream that he was capable of anything so heinous. Even if rumors came out, he was sure that his reputation would put them to shame. He had worked hard to seem above reproach and the town valued the fact that he was bringing a name to their high school. They would fight tooth and nail to keep him in place as long as his cover held. No, he couldn't even contemplate his team, everyone knew his boys, they were popular, sought after. If one of them went missing, there would be too much risk.

_Unless no one would miss them. _ The thought was like a dark whisper as he passed the locker room, his eyes slipping over to his team as they got ready to leave. It was a sweet torture to see them in a state of half dress, laughing and jostling one another as they did so.

The team was off limit, but they weren't the only boys in school. There were over two hundred seniors in the graduating class and there was bound to be some that were at the fringes of society. Ones that didn't have a solid group of friends or know many people that would think it odd if they disappeared. After all, many children ran away when the stress of school became too much, many times they returned, but other times they were never seen from again. He couldn't just enjoy them and return them, no, that would be risking them going to the police, or proving what he'd done to them. His thoughts continued to darken as he flexed his fingers down and drew in a steadying breath. All he needed was one boy with no connections. One boy that wouldn't be missed and he could entertain the darkest fantasy he had ever contemplated.

Kirk had thought about it before, often if he was being honest with himself, but he had always stopped before going too far. The thoughts remained a fantasy for his darkest moments, mulled over and well loved, but for the first time he truly began to think about the logistics of it. He couldn't do anything at his own home, but he did own a cabin near Lake Waggner, one that was remote enough that no one would report any strange sounds. All of the kids at school knew him, most of the underclassman near worshiped him and jumped at every chance to try and make friends with him in the hopes of getting onto the team. It wouldn't be hard to lure one of them away with him, they would trust him, trust who he was.

I just need someone who won't be missed, someone that I won't have to hold back for. I won't have to pay for. I can do everything I can possibly imagine. _ He twitched his lips in a slight smile, his breathing speeding up as he thought about it. _It will be perfect. Absolutely perfect, finally.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"MMMPH! RRRRMMMPH!!!" The muffled voice came from the back seat, followed by a jerk as a foot kicked against his seat.

The car wove through the mountain roads easily, turning and twisting while Kirk carefully maneuvered his SUV along them. They weren't paved, they never had been, but he was used to it and was able to keep on the road without issue. He fought the urge to hum to himself with difficulty and to keep looking in the rearview mirror to the back seat. He had to keep his attention on the road and his goal, no matter how eager he was to see the fruits of his labor. He had finally picked out his victim, one that wouldn't be missed, one that was so sweet looking that it made his loins ache just to watch him. Even now he could feel himself pressed tight against the fabric of his pants as he kept himself just under the speed limit.

"Stop making a fuss," Kirk drawled out. "I told you, all my boys have to go through a trial by fire and I think you're special...."

"PLEASH!!!" The voice was almost frantic as he took another turn and fought the urge to reach back to stroke the boy's legs.

Joshua Kessler was the new kid in school, he had come in just at the end of the year and was struggling to make up his classes. He was pretty much as far as an outcast as one person could get. He hadn't moved from anywhere really interesting, his parents had left Alaska to pursue new jobs that paid more money for less hours. He wasn't very talkative, he made no attempt to join with other kids at the tables, instead he kept to himself and ate alone. He was attractive enough, with dark black hair and the bluest eyes that he had ever seen, but it was the sort of attractive one would expect in one of those goth-industrial bars. He certainly wasn't what anyone would consider normal. The only reason Kirk had his eyes on the boy was because the boy often watched track practice by himself. A lone form perched on the bleachers with his eyes following the running students as if he longed to join them.

He had approached the lad after practice one day, companionably sitting next to him and asking him what had brought him out. He'd tried to be friendly, not intimidating, asking after how he was fitting in with the school, his classes, feeling him out. It had been erotic to sit so close to his victim, to watch the boy relax and answer his questions. The boy only really had one friend in the entire school, the biology teacher Mr. Talbot, and even that friendship was a bit vague. He got the hint that they were related somehow, someway, but nothing more than that. No siblings, no friends, troubled with school and persecuted by the other students. It would be almost expected that he'd disappear somehow, someway, that he'd run away or commit suicide because of his troubles. The boy was the perfect victim.

It was so easy to offer him a spot on the team, but wanted to see if he would be up to speed or not. He'd approached Josh just after school, calling him into the office with his proposition. The boy had been so eager, but nervous, when Kirk suggested that they go off school grounds and test him out on another track entirely. He'd had a plausible reason, he wanted to test out the lads skills on a track he'd never seen and have him run it fresh. It was how he tested out all of his potential candidates, a sort of trial by fire. It had been harder to tie the boy up, but a firm blow once they reached his car had dazed him enough that he could work his will. Truss him up so that he couldn't fight, couldn't escape, could barely move.

"Here we are..." Kirk's hands were nearly shaking as he turned the car down the tight path that led to his cabin. The excitement was building, it was almost painfully keen. He wanted nothing more than to ravage the boy here and now, but no, he would take his time.

The SUV lurched slowly to a halt outside of the old hunting cabin that he'd bought on a whim years ago, one he had used quite often to bring his whores too. The last bit of the evening sun was disappearing as he parked the car and swung open his door so that the inside of his truck was flooded with light. There was a whimper from the back seat and the covers shifted as Joshua tried to writhe beneath them. He was getting more animated, but then again, Kirk hadn't hit him hard enough to do any real damage. An unconscious body was useless for his purposes, he wanted the boy awake and screaming. This time had to be perfect. Perhaps if it were perfect he could even stop, he would always have the memory of one glorious night.

"Now boy, don't get so upset." He opened up the back door and tugged the covers down to reveal the boy. "You agreed to this try out, you know, no time to back out now. I've invested far too much to want to waste... our time together."

"Pleash, ge' ou'" The boy lifted his head up, his dark hair spilled away from his eyes while he tried to get all the way up, but he didn't have that much give.

Kirk had tied the hands up tight against the boy's chest, his arms folded across and bound around the back. His legs were left mostly free save for a bit of rope tying the ankles together so that any attempt for him to move faster than a walk would send him sprawling. A gag was forced into his mouth, a touch of spittle clinging to it as his breath came in short pants. He looked so terribly hopeless, his eyes spread open wide that they were nearly bulging with terror.

"You act like you don't want to be here." He drawled out mockingly and reached out to catch ahold of the ropes on the boys chest to haul him out. "But trust me, I'll teach you things that you've never even imagined of."

He yanked hard enough that the boy suddenly spilled out of the car, struggling to catch himself, but his arms couldn't reach out. He hit the ground at Kirk's feet, crying out in protest and barely kept his head from hitting the rough gravel. He didn't give Josh time to brace himself, he just reached down and gripped the bound chest to haul the boy up and force him to his feet. He wanted to have him, he wanted to feel that pinned trembling body and hear the scream when his cock tip found the sweet virgin passage and tore it open. The boy struggled against his grip, kicking and twisting wildly in an attempt to get away as he pushed him towards the cabin door. Every noise, whimper, short scream made Kirk's breath come out faster.

"NO! PLEASH!!! OO DON' UNNDERSHTAND!" Josh twisted away, trying to pull to one side, but Kirk yanked him back violently, pushing him in front of him.

"Don't I?" He watched a faint trickle of sweat run down the side of the boy's forward as he stumbled across the front door. His body twisting and trying to dart around him.

With a snarl the older man shoved the boy forward, pinning him up against the door so that he cried out raggedly and his head nearly hit the front door. He pushed himself up against the slender backside and moved his hands down to clutch either side of the hips, his fingers bit down tightly while he gave a grinding push forward. The boy screamed out, struggling to pull away, but he held him pinned, savoring the way the body tried to squirm away to escape. The hips jerked back against him while he moved one hand up to pin the boys head right against the side of the door, watching his breathing coming out in short harsh gasps while his other hand moved down to dig into the soft curve of the belly.

It was growing dark, but he could see the white edges of the eyes flashing back at him, the shivering body was pressed so tight against him. He could almost smell the boys fear, so much sharper than any of the prostitutes who tried to pretend they enjoyed it. They thought if they pretended to like the pain he'd pay them better, but he didn't want them to enjoy it. He wanted them to struggle and fight, to try and escape his hold while he hurt them. He wanted to know that he held all the power and they were helpless to save themselves.

"Save your screams, we've only just begun." He hissed out and gave another grind, forcing his covered cock right up against the virgin ass.

"Go 'way! NOW!" The boy's voice came out in a panicked pant, sweat was trickling down the line of his young beardless jaw.

With a laugh he reached down and caught the handle of the door to unlatch it and pushed it inwards, sending his victim falling into the main room of the darkened cabin. The soft cry of pain made him shiver before slamming the door behind him, locking out the darkening night behind him.

He took enough time to drag the boy out of view of the windows and threw him against the couch, Josh cried out, tears rolling down his cheeks as he struggled to twist away. His breathing was so fast that he sounded like he was going to pass out, his eyes were bulging as he huddled in on himself and stared up at Kirk as he stepped around him with a slow smile on his face. He wanted to make this last, he didn't just want to violate it and end it all, he wanted to make him hurt, make him burn. He had dreamt about this too long and he had taken pains in the last week to collect things for this evening. He wanted to mark the pale white skin first, wanted to see the realization of just how helpless he was come across Josh's face. Then he would bend the boy over the first time.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Now you be a good boy, and stay right here." The coach crouched down and patted the boys cheek, but the boy jerked backwards with a whimper. He tried to ball up, to pull away from even that small touch. His body was shaking, twitching and tense as he huddled in on himself.

Josh barely heard the man, he was turning into his own mind and trying to stop what was about to happen to him. His breathing was short and shallow, his back arched upwards in pain as he felt his muscles contracting and relaxing. He hurt, everything hurt, the fear he felt at being trapped here was only a small pebble compared to the fear he had at what was about to happen. He clamped his jaws shut and whimpered out, biting roughly against the gag and trying to keep his mind clear and calm. Just like his older cousin, Mr. Talbot, had told him when he'd come to this city, if he remained calm, if he remained in control the beast couldn't control him. The rising sun and the silver heat that was pouring through his veins didn't own him.

He had changed in Alaska, he had done so in the midst of a small town and only luck had made it so he hadn't hurt anyone. He'd woken up in the snow, trembling and bleeding from a dozen wounds, but he had run away before anyone had been hurt. His parents had brought him to a new school and introduced him to the only other werewolf he knew, the only person that understood what he faced and could guide him into becoming a rational sane adult. Everytime he looked at his cousin he felt hope, the well put together biology teacher had a good life, children, a wife, he was able to cope being a monster and person both.

Won't kill... can't... He tried to keep hold of himself as every nightmare story that his cousin had brought up, about losing control of the Beast, of becoming nothing more than a ravening creature came to his mind.

He knew, in some part of his mind, that the coach was going to do something horrible, but it would be worse to lose control. The only reason he was able to get by now was because he had never lost control, never tasted human flesh, only rabbits and deer. His cousin had, it haunted him, it had nearly destroyed him and he had been strong enough to come back from the taboo act. Josh wasn't that strong, he couldn't be that strong. If he turned he'd never come back. He wanted too, some part of him wanted to change, to defend himself. He knew what the coach was planning to do and it terrified him, it disgusted him, but the idea of waking up covered in human blood terrified him just that much more. He couldn't let that happen, he just couldn't. He was caught between two horrors, neither one he was able to control or change. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he gasped in a breath and felt a boot suddenly crack down against his side, the kick sent him sprawling with a scream of pain.

"That's better, just remember, the longer the scream, the longer I'll keep you around." Coach Trenton almost purred the words, but Josh couldn't listen to them. His mind flared red with a killing-rage. He could feel the moon rising outside, he knew it was breeching the mountains and spilling it's light over the cabin.

Josh's eye flashed open, bleeding into darkest amber as the first pain of the change hit him. He would hunt well this night.

~ ~ * ~ ~

It took Kirk some time to find what he wanted out of his bag, the boy was too damn afraid, he was all huddled in on himself and he wanted to have some fun. It would be best to start slow, draw him out, make him think that he would be leaving here alive before he got into something more interesting. Eventually he found the leather restraints and spreader bar to start out with, complete with a ring gag that made him lick his lips. Perhaps he'd keep the boy for a few days, work him over slowly, train him to behave properly and use his mouth, but until then he had other options. The only sounds that came from the living room were soft whimpers and high pitched cries, the noises keeping him hard and eager as he took the time to strip off his clothes and slip on a robe.

"Now, boy, I'm sure you understand the state of things and understand exactly.." He started to talk the moment he pushed open the door, but the words came to a stop as he stared at the wreck of the living room floor.

The carpet was torn up in one part, the couch was shredded along one corner, while clothing and torn ropes were flung apart in a haphazard manner all over the place. He barely had time to take it all in and feel a cold tendril of fear at the boys escape when something slammed in against his side and sent him flying against the corner with a blow that made his ears ring. He hit the wall hard, nearly cracking his head, when something lunged over him with a hot blast of foul breath in his face and a baritone growl that rocked the very world around him. A set of large white teeth snapped towards his face as the creature pinned him down with powerful forepaws set on either side of his chest. Something had gotten into the cabin!

"GET THE FUCK OFF!" He came up swinging, cracking his fist up and to hit something heavy and furred and solid feeling.

_It's a fucking a bear, a fucking bear in the cabin! _ The frantic thoughts spilled out as he tried to hit the creature again, but one of the paws moved to grab him by the neck and heaved upwards.

Kirk kicked and struck out against it to escape, but it pulled him up into the air giving him a clear look at the beast that had managed to get into his cabin. It wasn't a bear, it wasn't even remotely bearlike. The creature hauled him upright and pushed him back against the wall bearing every sharp tooth it had, the lips crinkled back and the pointed ears flattened against his head. The wolf's tongue was dark red as the beast licked his own jaws and lunged his head forward to click his teeth just a few inches away from his covered throat. It stood on two legs easily, the head towering well over seven feet tall while he was left trying to claw at the limb that held him up. Every inch of it was inky dark black, save for a fist sized patch of white fur right on the left side of its chest. The limb gripping him ended in a paw like hand, with short powerful fingers that dug down and threatened to slice through his throat.

He had no idea what was happening, he only knew terror when the beast flexed its claws down and he felt blood welling up where the tips dug into his tender skin. It was some sort of throwback, monster, something that never should have existed. His mind couldn't' make sense of it, but he didn't have to. He needed to escape, he needed to get to his SUV and drive the hell away from this place before he was killed and eaten.

"HELP!!! HEEEEEEEEEELP!" He screamed out, trying to kick a leg up to strike the beast, but no one would hear him. This cabin had no neighbors, hikers didn't even really come up this way.

The beast dropped it's jaw and lolled out its tongue in what looked like a gaping grin in reaction to his scream before flinging him towards the couch. Kirk caught himself on the arm of the couch, his breath coming out in a wheeze as he tried to scramble over the furniture to put it between himself and the animal. He nearly got over the edge before a rough hand-paw caught his leg and dragged him backwards over the arm. He tried to kick forward, his fingers dug into the cushions as he cried out and felt a hot rush of breath against the back of the neck. The claws hooked against his robe, tearing through the fragile fabric and exposing his body while he struggled to get away. He was going to die, torn up by some nameless creature that had already killed the kid he'd brought up here. Panic and adrenaline helped him struggle, but the beast still tore the robe off before a feverishly hot tongue ran up the length of his spine, trailing saliva behind it.

That's when he knew, it wasn't tearing him apart, it wasn't even really hurting him save for the puncture wounds on his neck from the claws and the bruise from being thrown. It was disrobing him and baring his naked back to its inspection. Kirk kicked out wildly and twisted around, he tried to roll onto his back as he felt a paw shove down against his shoulders and the hot breath snuffed along his hair. He twisted enough to see the line of dark black fur that trailed down towards the haunches of the beast. Dimly, he saw the scrape of jeans still clinging there, but what he really saw was something dark red jutting from a massive looking pouch that hung on its lower belly. The animalistic cock inched outwards, glistening in the light before he was thrown forward again.

"GOD NO!! NO!! YOU CAN'T!" Teeth snapped down against the back of his neck as the wolf snarled a warning, one that he barely heeded in his attempt to escape. "PLEASE!!!"

Weight, thick furred weight shoved down against his back, it pinned him down against the couch arm so he could barely breathe, barely think. The paws moved down to grip either side of his hip as the beast's hot breath hit along the back of his neck in short pants. Kirk felt something hot and slimy grind against the small of his back, rubbing and trailing wet precum against him as the lupine cock rubbed against him. He tried to jerk away, but the beast had pinned him down. The claws were nearly tearing into the curve of his hips as the wolf's haunches dropped down and the hard tapered cock tip suddenly jabbed up hard between his ass cheeks. It hit and pushed, dribbling hot watery precum over the back of his balls as he let out short cries of protest.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to deny what was about to happen, even as hot drool spilled along either side of his neck and the beast's stomach arched upwards. The cock tip gave a sudden lurch forward, jabbing up roughly right against the tight bud of his pucker and the weight suddenly shoved him forward against the couch. His chest pushed against the torn cushion seat, his head was forced against the back of the pillow muffling his scream as hot burning hardness was forced into his anal ring and stretched his body open. He kicked his legs out as the beast forced inch by inch into his body, the precum not even helping ease the way as he could feel himself tearing, tears formed in his eyes as his abused anal passage contracted down and squeezed.

The hips lunged again, hard brutal strokes that forced his body to make room for the inches of cock that were pushing out of the pouched sheath. Each drive forward edged the tapered glans deeper inside of him as he choked out ragged sobs. His fingers dug in roughly against the couch as he tried to pull his body away, but it didn't' matter. The teeth kept his face pushed down while he was treated like the wolf's own personal bitch. The powerfully muscled haunches gave another thrust and suddenly something thicker wedged right up against his outer ring and nearly tried to tear inside of him. He jerked against the touch, his breathing came out in a ragged gasp only to have the beast pull backwards, pulling the glistening blood red inches back from him.

The beast's paws clutched his hips and yanked him back for the second thrust, the second of many as the creature buried his boned shaft into his achingly violated pucker and yanked back out again. It wasn't gentle, it didn't give him time to adjust, it just started to drive into him in brutal powerful strokes that slammed forward time and time again, the tip jabbing so deep he half imagined he could taste it. His walls clamped down and tried to force the invading shaft out of him, but it kept coming, harder and faster, the furred body blocking out the light while each grunt and breath hit against the back of his neck. The filthy sticky precum was pumped into him, oozing out the torn edges of his body while Kirk felt tears rolling down his cheeks to soak into the couch. It hurt, it burned and it didn't end, each thrust was a new torment as the swollen base ground itself up against his abused pucker.

The claws raked welts against his hips while the wolf kept dragging him back to meet each and every thrust, heedless of his cries. His walls were clamping down harder, desperately trying to stop the progress anyway he could. He could feel the dribble coating the back of his balls, the harsh thick musk of male was on the air. It wasn't human, it was filling his senses as each time he was pulled back his anal ring was forced to spread open just a bit wider. He nearly choked on his cries as he felt it trying to tear him in two before the beast pulled back again. The dribbling precum spilled out from the tip constantly as he felt the pulses running along it, the furred haunches were pressed so intimately close to his own while the jaws finally released the back of his neck. The hot red tongue spilled out of the dark muzzle as it began to pant in short bursts, concentrating his movements on hilting his cock inside of the too small human.

The thrusts became shorter, harder, barely a few inches slipping out before the knot was back and trying to force its way into his unreceptive body. He tried to keep himself away, he jerked his hips higher into the air, his toes barely touching the ground while his entire body began to throb in time with his heart. It hurt, it all hurt, his throat was growing sore from the cries forced out of him as the wolf suddenly lunged forward, the hips pinned him down hard against the arm of the couch and the knot started to splay him open. Kirk's head jerked up with a ragged shriek as he felt it forcing inwards and the hips trembling as the beast continued to force his way into the human body. The tight ring stretched tautly around the glistening slimy shaft before there was a final jerk and a lewd popping sound.

Kirk's cry was soundless as he felt torn in two, the base slammed home so that he felt a bunched up furred sheath suddenly pushing right up against his pucker. The furred orbs brushed against the back of his own before the beast began thrusting again, a breakneck pace that just yanked against the knot over and over again. It wasn't enough to pull free, but just barely rub the glossy shaft through his body as he tried to push his hips backwards to keep it from tugging against his abused body. The tears rolled down the edges of his cheeks as each ragged thrust made the knot swell open wider and wider, burning hot and spreading open so wide that he could barely handle it. His breathing came out in short gasps, trying to brace himself as the orbs clapped against his own.

The wolf's haunches pushed forward and one of his paws reached up to shove the coach's head down against the sofa cushions, the heavy balls pulled up tight and he could feel them starting to twitch as the cock filled out inside of him. With a choked sob he felt the first hot pulse running through his overly filled body before the first splatter of bestial cum erupted from the tip and was flung into his torn form. Wave after wave twitched out of the tip, splattering deep while the weight of the beast pushed over him, the fur rubbed along his back with deceptive softness as he nearly choked on the scents on the air. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the warm sensation flowing deeper into his lower body while the knot remained firmly in place, swollen twice it's original size and pulsing in time with the cum that was coating his inner passage.

After several moments the wolf shifted above him and Kirk cried out when he felt the knot tugging against him, it made him push backwards instinctively to keep it from ripping out of his body. His cheeks darkened in humiliation as he could feel every twitch, every lurch of the furred orbs, but it was a paltry emotion next to the pain. The beast shifted above him, the paws going down to either side of his hips and suddenly gave a twisting pull. His legs were forced off the ground and he nearly saw stars as he was turned around with the cock still inside of him, the knot turning and rubbing through his abused passage so he was facing the heavy bodied wolf. He couldn't stop the scream from bursting past his lips as the hips jerked back savagely, yanking at the still swollen knot.

The long black muzzle was aimed down at him, brilliant amber eyes narrowed down to slits, but slowly started to darken. They turned rilliant blue, nearly sapphire, bled over the wolf's eyes and stared down at him from over the bestial snout to regard him. They weren't wolf eyes, but human eyes glaring down at him, filled with rage and anger as the lips twisted back to bare long white fangs. They were Josh's eyes, Josh's eyes in an animal's face. They only lingered for a moment, before the amber flared back into life.

"Save your screams, we've only just begun." The muzzle twisted the words out, snarling and savage as he felt claws curling against his shoulders before they curled down. The sharp tips sank into his flesh and cut furrows down his body as he shrieked out. No one would hear him, and the wolf intended this feast to last for a very... very long time.

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"Did you hear about Coach Trenton?" A hissed voice made Josh wince and slouch down in his chair, pushing as far down as he could get without calling attention to himself.

"Bear." One of the jocks nodded knowledgably. "My uncle is on the forest staff, they said that a bear must have gotten in."

There was a low whistle. "Daaaaaaaamn, are you serious? There are all sorts of rumors going on, someone said it mauled more than one person."

"Hell no, my Uncle said it was just a rabid bear or something, tore the place apart."

The voices continued to talk as Josh's ears reddened and he fought off the urge to be sick. He had already been sick, several times. He had woken up in the morning to a gruesome scene, one that he would remember for the rest of his life. He'd been covered in blood and thicker things, he'd barely managed to stumble out of the place and to the lake before throwing up what he'd eaten. The only reason he hadn't fled right then and there was because he had no clothes, he hadn't known where the keys to the SUV were and he didn't want to go back into the damn cabin. He had simply gotten into the back the truck, made sure no keys were hiding and finally found his cell phone to call his cousin. At least Mr. Talbot had had the presence of mind to help him get rid of the evidence, but still.

I killed him... I... He trailed off and squeezed his eyes shut as the boys behind him continued to discuss how it might have happened in detail. I did things to him.

His memories were a jumble, twisted together like they normally were but he knew he'd done more than just kill the man. He had done so much worse. He had done to the man what the coach had wanted to do to him, brutally raped him. Mr. Talbot had tried to explain that guilt was useless, that he hadn't gone hunting or stalked an innocent, but had defended himself. The wolf had simply responded to what was going on and kept him safe, he should feel a hero, because he had saved so many others similar fates. He wondered if he'd ever forget the sweet taste of flesh in his mouth and the last gurgling scream... Because I wasn't just guilt and nausea he felt, it was unholy emotions of joy and lust mingled together at besting a creature that had tried to harm him. A hunger that lurked just beneath the surface, always ready, always eager.

"That is quite enough!" Mr. Talbot's voice jerked him out of his memories and he straightened up to see his cousin setting aside his books on his desk. "We will have no more of this discussion. Today, I want to skip ahead to a chapter that I think you're all finally ready for." The pale amber eyes slipped down towards Josh and he fought not to look guilty. "Today we will discuss the ramifications of what happens when a predator becomes prey."