The Gang - A Change In Leadership
#1 of The Gang
Disclaimer: If you are under the age of 21 or 18, depending on the laws in your area, you shouldn't be reading this.
This story is an undertaking that I was asked to write by https://rufciu.sofurry.com/. I had fun writing it and liked the challenge of writing in 3rd person for the first time ever. Hope you enjoy.
"Gentlemen, come, have a seat."
The voice came from the shadows. The figure was sitting behind a table, cloaked in mystery. The man's words were directed to two individuals in particular. The one who approached the table first was older than the second. He walked with thoughtful purpose. He, like his counterpart, was a mutt. He was a mix of an Australian Shepherd on his mother's side and a Great Dane on his father's. True to his lineage he was tall but lean. His lithe form moved with grace into the chair. In the new light you could see the fine details of his face. The wrinkles could be seen around the grey fur of his eyes. His long black bangs fell in spikes around his eyes. Eyes that were two different colors. A trait that was noticeable to his host.
"Good evening Nikolai. It's a pleasure to meet you. Those are pretty unique." The figure gestured with his hand towards his face, but remained hidden. "What's that called again?"
"Heterochromia." His voice was gruff and blunt. "It's hereditary." It was true. His left eye was brown while his right was blue.
Nikolai played with the red scarf around his neck. The familiar black leather jacket felt safe around him. He wasn't entirely sure why he was brought here. He wasn't sure why Evan was brought here with him. Nikolai was keenly aware his fellow gang member's presence in the chair next to him at the table. Evan was a younger member, but not too young. He had earned his keep. He was still a punk though. He was half Doberman and half German Shepherd. Unlike Nikolai, he was shorter, stockier, and less graceful. His clumsiness came out not only from his body but from his mind as well. He was cocksure and headstrong. He knew the image he projected though. On top of his black fur he had a short pink Mohawk. His face was covered in piercings. Two rings were in his left eyebrow, three in his right ear, and one in his septum. He wore a collar and a dogtag that jingled slightly with every movement.
"Relax." The words were hallow. They carried no meaning coming from a man who could not be seen fully. "Let's get down to business. It has come to my understanding that there has been a changing of the guards of sort in your little gang."
"Yes sir." Evan was the one to speak. He fidgeted nervously with his blue hoodie and the red scarf on his left sleeve. He wasn't sure if the man's statement warranted a response.
"Over the past few months your outfit has lost one leader after the other. Five of them in total." His voice grew grave when he spoke that last part. His hands danced in the shadows as he started to list the losses. The gleam of his claws in the shadows were the only clue to his identity. "You lost two simultaneously during a sting operation that also took out a chunk of members. One was shot down in the streets. Another overdosed on his own supply. Lastly, you have your most recent alpha killed in his sleep by his mistress."
The room was silent enough to hear a pin drop. The air was filled with tension. Nikolai and Evan took stock of their surroundings. The were seated at a half booth table in an empty restaurant. The only souls they could see were each other, their mystery host, and his two bodyguards standing on either side of the table. The two bodyguards stood silent with their arms crossed in front them, guns resting in their shoulder holsters.
"I know this is above both of your heads, but this has caused me a lot of grief. I understand that you two are only enforcers. You don't work the streets anymore and you don't work the numbers. Is that correct?"
To a degree it was. Nikolai was born into the gang. It's what he knew. It was safe ground and what he was comfortable with. His father was the old alpha's right hand man. Nikolai had never had to work the streets. His father saw to that. Nikolai received an education. He learned the workings of every gang operation and filled in where he was needed. He was respected for his level head and never acting on impulse while remaining cool. Evan on the other hand didn't grow up in the life. He was once the star linebacker of his high school football team. He started dealing on the side to earn a little extra money. He became hooked on the lifestyle. He dropped out of school. Leadership saw his strength and appearance and started him extorting businesses. He was on the fast track to becoming a made man.
"That is correct sir." Nikolai's response was calm, calculated, tinged with the slight lie he knew it to be.
"Well, then I won't trouble you with details for now. Let us look instead to the big picture. Your gang is small part of a much larger organization. An operation that has suffered massive losses in profits because there hasn't been a reliable leader at the helm. Myself and others have racked our brains trying to figure out the solution. We have exhausted every general, every made man, every high level operative that knows anything and every single one of them has failed us. So gentlemen, knowledge test. If you were in my shoes, what would you do? Nikolai, you first."
"Sir, I don't know what shoes you're in, but I would find a man that knows the operation. Someone who has been around and knows the people and has their respect. Preferably someone clean and smart." There was no shame in his self promotion.
"Evan?"
"I'd find someone who is hungry. Determined to get the job done. The books haven't changed. The personnel are still in place. You just need someone to make sure the job gets done and the right people are paid."
"Excellent! Ha! Brilliant. You two are funny. I like the both of you. That's the fire I've been looking for. I can see it both your eyes." He clapped his hands together. "I'm going to make this crystal clear, and judging from your responses you will both understand, I want you two to figure it out amongst yourselves who the leader of your entire gang is going to be. Evan is right. As long as the right people get paid there won't be any trouble. So figure it out quickly, get the books running, and don't fuck up. It's that simple."
The two bodyguards moved towards them. They moved in sync as if following a silent command. Nikolai and Evan found themselves uprooted and escorted towards the door in a hurry.
"One last thing gentlemen." The guards had both mutts by the elbows and paused to let their boss speak before throwing them out the entrance. "If you fail to do this I'm holding you both personally responsible. Don't let me down."
Nikolai and Evan had entered the restaurant separately, but were forced into leaving together. The two men knew little about each other. They both knew of one another, but that was it. They both stood on the street, sticking out in stark contrast. Neither wanted to speak. The last words spoken to both had essentially been a death threat.
"We need to get the gang together." Nikolai was the first to speak. "We need to get their opinion on the matter." He spoke to Evan like a child. As far as Nikolai was concerned, he was.
"That's stupid." Evan's words were bitter. The words of a person not wanting to leave his life in anyone's hands but his own. "You heard the man. This is on us. We need to figure this out." He emphasized the 'we' and bowed his chest towards the taller man.
"Fine, you want to be a man." Nikolai could feel his anger rising fast. The kid rubbed him the wrong way. He was too arrogant for his own good and way too simple to be the leader over him. "I've been a part of this gang before you were even born you little punk!"
"So what, you old fuck! Where has it gotten you? If you were even remotely important you would have at least been made, but you haven't. There's a reason I was in that room with you. It's because I get results." His muzzle was as close to the taller dog's mouth as he could reach. Teeth had started to come out and both men's hands were balled into fists.
Nikolai could smell the kids breath on his nose. The proximity infuriated him. His fangs were barred, the two gold teeth he had received from an ancient fight were visible in the streetlight. He knew the kid had a point. The kid was probably ten years younger, but at the same level as him if not higher. He had a confidence ahead of his years. It made Nikolai think twice. He knew it was silly to do this in front of the restaurant. He raised his hands, open palmed, to Evan.
"Listen, cool it. We can't do this right here." Oh, how he wanted to though. "There's a way we can do this." He gestured, hinting at the fight. "And solve our problem."
Evan's shoulders relaxed, much to the surprise of Nikolai. His form pulled back slightly, their surroundings dawning on him. "I'm listening." His words were still sent with acid.
"I still want to fight you and you still want to fight me." Nikolai broke from his stance and walked over to hail a cab for the two of them. "But at the same time we have to be civil."
"Why!?" The kid's outburst was expected.
"Because regardless of who becomes the overall leader. The other will be right there with him. We're going to be number one and two in the gang and we need the whole gang to be comfortable with that and understand that. We don't need them divided one way or the other. Got it?" And much to his surprise the kid did. He shook his head in understanding and got into the cab with the older mutt. "I've been in a long time and my father told me about something they used to do whenever an alphas leadership was in question." The older mutt had the younger ones attention. "Basically, the whole gang would gather and the two would fight it out. The higher the argument the higher the stakes of the fight. So in instances like ours where the position itself is in question, there are no rules." Nikolai's head filled with images of the brutal fights of his youth.
"That's awesome!" Evan wasn't fazed. "So basically an all out brawl 'til the other gives up, winner is the new alpha and the loser becomes the second in command." His eyes shifted, thinking of all the possibilities. They were going a mile a minute. Nikolai could have sworn the kid was drooling. "So friends then?" He extended his furred hand to shake Nikolai's.
"You are quite the interesting one Evan. Sure. Friends." The two men shook as the cab drove towards the gang's turf.
The Red Fangs were in all reality a fairly small gang. They were involved in several operations, but manned sparingly. They were sparse by design. The original founders had wanted each job performed by a singular person. As their turf grew, their following stayed mostly the same, increasing from singular to small groups. The gang had suffered massive losses in the bust of the old leaders. There simply weren't enough people to extort the businesses anymore or enough people to push the drugs.
So as Nikolai and Evan entered an old abandoned factory on the far side of town they were greeted by every member they had left. All twenty-one of them. The arrangement of red scarfs were visibly tied to various parts of each member. They had gathered quickly after a mass text sent from the cab. They all came without question. Despite a true leader they were still loyal.
"Alright everybody." Nikolai addressed the circled crowd. "I want to thank you all for coming. I know these last months have been hard. We've lost dear friends and brothers. Our numbers have dwindled and with them, our cash." There were several grunts of agreement throughout the crowd. "Myself and Evan have been thrust into roles of leadership now." There was no argument. The average age of the group was nineteen or twenty. "As an all dog pack, we are in need of an alpha."
"So me and Nikolai and going to battle it out." The anxious Evan could no longer hold back. He had been a bouncing bundle of energy next to the much calmer mutt. "An all out brawl to see who the leader will be. Anyone have a problem with that?" The muscular young adult flexed his muscles and exposed his teeth to the whole gang.
The group of assorted dogs and mutts grew slightly more anxious. The thought of a fight set their blood boiling. The natural bloodlust began to take hold of them. Past leaders encouraged them to embrace their instincts to howl and it had become a pack tradition in fights. It was both a way to call for help and to awaken the inner beast. The group unanimously started to cheer for the fight to begin. The two prospective leaders stepped into the center of the mock circle made by the assembly of other gang members. There were no words, both men were smart enough not to taunt each other in a fight as important as this. They both had their fists held up and sized up each other.
Nikolai took his time establishing his footing. It was also the first thing he took account of in his opponent. Nikolai was light on his feet, agile. He kept his weight on his toes and moving sideways with purpose. While Evan kept is heavy framed body squared to Nikolai. His feet only moving to keep his chest in line with Nikolai's.
Both men removed their shirts at the same time. It was a bad idea to have a shirt on in a fight. Shirts were easy to grab on to and could be pulled to throw the other off balance. Evan saw the lean toned body of Nikolai and was surprised. He had not planned on the older dog being in good shape. Of the exposed skin he could see there were no visible scars. A good sign. Unlike Nikolai, his chest was covered in scarred tissue. The most prominent was a long cut along his left pectoral. Every cut was clearly visible, the brown fur no longer there, only darkened patches of skin remained.
Evan was the first to strike, screaming as he swung his right fist towards Nikolai's face. Unfortunately for Evan, Nikolai was more than ready and stepped to the side and delivered a devastating blow to the shepherd's right cheek. The punch elicited a groan of amazement from the crowd as the younger mutt stumbled to gain his balance back. When he wiped at his cheek he could feel a small trickle of blood collect on the back of hand, matting his fur.
"Lucky shot." Evan growled under his breath before launching his body toward the older mutt's hips in an attempt to tackle him to the ground. Evan knew that Nikolai was no match for him an a ground and pound fight. Nikolai knew it too and had anticipated the move from the very start of the fight. He launched his hips backwards and caught the Doberman by the shoulders and started throwing elbows into his back.
Evan cursed at himself for putting himself into a losing position so soon. He had to think quick and saw salvation in the taller mutt's ankles. He dropped himself even lower and drove at Nikolai's shins, forcing them back. Nikolai was shocked when he found himself flying forward into a flip before landing hard on his back. Nikolai couldn't help but cough, the air had been forced from his lungs along with some of his blood. He gathered his self of the ground quickly.
"There's some fight in you after all." Nikolai was trying to bide his time while he got his breathing back in check.
Evan wasn't going to slow down though. Flipping the other mutt had filled his body with adrenaline. He was all in. He barely even heard the Nikolai speak before he turned around and slammed his fists into Nikolai. Some punches had been blocked initially, but once Evan started to switch between going for the face and then the body it was hard for Nikolai to keep up. Punch after brutal punch connected with flesh. Evan could feel small splatters of blood splash across his face, only fueling him to hit harder. The fight was his.
Evan had pushed Nikolai into a corner, the circle of other dogs had shifted to the fight and formed a crescent shape around the two fighting mutts. The crowd cheered Evan's name.
Nikolai knew he needed move, but with each new hit his thoughts were interrupted. He wanted to push forward, but the wall that was Evan wouldn't move. He wanted to crawl underneath, but was too tall to get under the shorter dog. The vision in his left eye was fading, the brutal right hooks swelled his eye shut. Blood was pouring freely from his left cheek and each punch forced the red liquid to fly into the air.
Nikolai gave up his poor attempts at blocking. His arms no longer had the energy. With a last ditch effort, he stooped to what he considered a low blow. He flung his hand across the mutt's chest, letting his claws graze the surface of Evan's chest. With his one good eye, Nikolai could see five tiny lines of blood emerge.
"What the fuck!" Evan was shocked. Shocked enough to stop punching Nikolai entirely and even take a few steps back from his opponent.
"No rules bitch!" Nikolai lunged forward and grabbed for Evan's collar.
The kid's collar was the only leverage he had left in a fight that he would lose playing fair. The crowd was mixture of boos and cheers. Nikolai knew the tactic was dirty, but oh was it effective. He yanked at the collar and pulled the stunned dog to the ground, hurling him into the corner. Nikolai could smell the coppery scent of his own blood in the corner as he straddled the kid's chest. Nikolai's knees pinned Evan's arms to the ground at the shoulders.
Nikolai was now free to punch away at the relatively clean face of Evan. And unlike when Nikolai was getting punched, Nikolai could throw his whole body weight into the punch. Every time Evan attempted to lift his head off the ground, a white fist came crashing into his face and slamming the back of his head against the concrete. There was no relief before the next punch met his rebounding head. Again and again.
The whole warehouse started to grow dark for Evan. He could no longer lift his head off the ground. His legs were no longer kicking. His senses were fading. The cheers were no longer of his name, the faint echo of Nikolai's name could be heard over and over in his head. Evan's blood no longer boiled with rage. He was filled with a new feeling he had never truly felt before. A feeling that would fill the entire room, except for one person that is.
Nikolai stopped punching. He had the crowd. He had the overwhelming advantage in the fight. He felt bulletproof. He howled on top of the defeated mutt. He was the victor. He was the alpha.
"Do you submit?" Nikolai's voice was filled with new found aggression and dominance. He felt as though his fur was on fire, with how hot he felt. The mutt pinned between his thighs only nodded his head. "Say it! Loud enough for the whole gang to hear."
"I submit." His voice was weak.
"You submit to who?" The voice dripped of arrogance.
"I submit to you."
The words were simple, but carried more meaning than any other words heard by anyone in that warehouse. The whole group was a pack now. They had a true alpha. Nikolai felt more from those words than anything he had ever felt. More than anything though, he was filled with more lust than he had ever felt before. His skin was on fire and the tightness in his jeans was becoming unbearable.
Nikolai couldn't help himself. He lost himself to the uncontrollable feelings bursting into his skull. He was openly rubbing his paw up and down the growing bulge in his jeans. He wanted to press it into the young mutt's face. He wanted to see the look on his face as his cock filled his muzzle. He closed his eyes and let the scene play out in his mind.
His fingers danced to the vivid images in his head and found their way to the button of his jeans. He pulled down his zipper and let his sheath breathe out in the open air for all to see. At the same time he was inching himself closer to Evans' face. Nikolai hadn't said a word, though he didn't have to, but was rewarded with warm lips wrapped around the first couple inches of exposed flesh. He repositioned his knees and pulled himself into a semi-pushup position, never letting his growing member out into the air. He kicked at his jeans with his feet, pulling them off one leg at a time. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, still basking in the glow from his fight, but it was dawning on him that another position would be better.
Once again, without speaking he pulled out of the kids' mouth and laid on the ground beside him and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Evan quickly pulling himself off the ground and crawling between Nikolai's thighs. Evan had started to stroke down on Nikolai's sheath exposing several more inches of growing red cock. Nikolai could see the pain in his face as he struggled with both the size of him and, even more so, the act itself of what he was doing.
Nikolai knew he was fairly large compared to most other canines. As part Great Dane, at his fullest he was around ten inches long and fairly thick as well. He knew soon enough the inexperienced kid between his legs wouldn't be able to even hold him in his mouth anymore. He was almost completely erect when he placed a hand on the back of Evan's head and started to guide him along his length.
"Just lick it." His voice had lost the harsh edge that it had when his adrenaline was at its peak. "Use your tongue and just lick along the sides. Ah, that's it. Just like that." Nikolai looked around and saw that some of the gang had left, but a little less than half were still waiting around. Some had started to paw off. While others had taken it a step further and started to blow each other. He took in the sight for several minutes. Finding it very stimulating, Nikolai could feel the distinct tingle in his knot telling him he wanted to be buried to the hilt inside a nice ass. Just like the ass that was sticking up in the air in front of him.
Sometime during the licking he was receiving, Evan had maneuvered himself out of his skinny jeans. His ass was raised high in the air and his little nub of a tail was starting to wag slightly. He was starting to like it. From his position resting on his elbows, Nikolai could see Evan pulling at his sheath. Evan's own sizeable erection was starting to coat the ground with streams of pre-cum. Evan started to get into the licking, pushing the larger dick in his hand up, he dove down and started to lick at Nikolai's bulging balls. He moaned as he smelt the musky aroma rub off on his nose. The black and smooth hairless sack was heavy with seed. Each ball was easily the size of both of his put together.
The voices in his head were telling Evan that what he was doing was wrong. He wanted to pull away and storm out of the room, but the gentle hand on the back of head told him softly to 'keep going, keep doing what you're doing.' And he did. Something in his mind told him that Nikolai wouldn't force this on him. They were supposed to become friends after this fight. That somehow made him feel better. It made him feel better about his desire to present his ass to Nikolai. To present his ass to his alpha.
Evan was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't truly noticed Nikolai sit up off of his elbows and get onto his knees in front of him. What he did feel though was a strong hand reach out and grab onto his ass. It was kneading at his cheeks. It was feeling the well developed muscles underneath his somewhat shaggy fur. He wanted to tell Nikolai to touch his hole, to scratch the itch that he had never felt before, and just as he was wishing for it to happen, it did.
Nikolai was moving slowly, testing the waters. He wasn't quite sure if Evan was ready for things to go this far. He looked down and saw the pleasure it brought the little half Doberman. He saw that Evan's eyes rolled into the back of his head each time he started to push his finger to the tight hole. Nikolai pressed forward, adding a new digit every thirty seconds or so. He pulled back and pushed forward agonizingly slow, being careful not to knick him with his claw. When he reached the final knuckle he started to move faster. Part of the reason was to open him up more, and the other part was because he couldn't help himself. Instead of licking, Evan had gotten more adventurous and started to suck at the tapered tip of Nikolai's dick, driving him wild. It was difficult to use the same gentle force he was using before. Without hesitation, Nikolai pulled out his finger and shoved another two fingers in with the first one. The muffled scream didn't slow him down, as the pressure growing in his knot was telling him to hurry.
Nikolai had to pull away. He chuckled in his head at how Evan had followed forward slightly after his dick as it pulled out of his mouth. Now Nikolai moved with a purpose. Every action was an action to get inside Evan's ass as soon as possible. He maneuvered himself behind the younger mutt and started to lick at his hole. His fingers had loosened him up enough that his tongue dug deep inside. Each and every moan coming from Evan only drove Nikolai to lick more. He coated as much of the kid's ass with spit as possible before it became too much.
After only a few moments Nikolai brought his face up from Evan's ass. The pleasant scent still lingered in his nose. He replaced his tongue with the small tip of his very thick dick. As he looked down he noticed each vein in his dick, as if for the first time. He could feel the beat of his heart and see it pulse through the veins. Nikolai let the pre that was flowing freely from him now do its job and lube up the virgin hole in front of him. He didn't need to ask if Evan was ready. He knew he was, and so was Nikolai. With renewed gentleness he pressed into Evan's ass for the first time. He bit his lip, only to stop himself from slamming forward. No words could express how wonderful his tight ass felt. Nikolai had expected screams of pain telling him to stop, but instead he was met with encouragement.
"Keep going." Evan's voice, once brash and head strong, sounded like nothing more than a timid whisper. "I want all of you. Fuck me like a real alpha."
Nikolai wasn't sure if Evan truly believed in the words he was speaking, but it the request had not gone over his head. Nikolai's hips lurched forward with all of the strength they could muster. He hadn't hilted himself, but it didn't matter. The screams he was expecting to hear, came. Nikolai didn't stop. With blinding speed he started to fuck Evan for all he was worth. With each thrust another painful inch pressed its way into the spasming asshole of the mutt.
Evan's screams fell on deaf ears. He just had to open his mouth. He wanted to pull away, but the vice like grip around his hips pulled him back to meet each painful jab into his gut. Despite all the pain he was feeling, he felt himself cumming without touching himself. His knot had grown and was now, with his dick, flailing up and down. He could feel spurt after spurt land over his chest and under his chin, coating his fur.
Evan was finding a hard time trying to focus on any one thing now. His mind was filled with too many feelings to take in any one thing all the way. With his eyes he could see at least two pairs doing the exact thing him and Nikolai were doing. His ears he could hear the wet sound of cum splashing everywhere, of the immense dick sliding in and out of his ass, and the slap of flesh against flesh. He smelt nothing but musk, the heavy scent filled the room like a cloud. What occupied his senses the most was the feeling of a large object banging into his ass, but not going in. He knew it was Nikolai's knot. He knew in his mind that despite its already massive proportion that it would grow bigger and that Nikolai would stop for nothing to get it inside of him.
Nikolai was feverish now. The only thing on his mind was cramming his knot inside of the ass he was pummeling. His short choppy strokes were becoming erratic. He needed to cum. With one final effort he pulled all the way out until the only thing left was his tip. Nikolai could have sworn he heard a scream right before he rammed himself all the way inside.
That final shove was all the energy that Nikolai had left. He collapsed on top of Evan and pulled him into a spooning position while his knot grew to lock them in place. Nikolai was no longer thrusting, but was now grinding his hips in small little circles. The knot that was inside of Evan quickly reached full size to be around the size of a large grapefruit. From personal experience the older dog knew that they would be tied together for the better part of an hour and so he did what he usually did and nestled his head into the nape of his lover's neck. Nikolai could smell the cum that was splashed across the fur and took a big whiff before licking it up for him.
"I..." Evan wanted to say thank you for sending him into another orgasm. He wanted to express his gratitude for giving him the most powerful orgasm of his life. He wanted to say so many things to Nikolai, but nothing came out.
"Shhh, don't say anything. A lot has happened. Just lay here with me and we'll talk later."