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The Red Pack (Part 2 of 2)

The chill air of the evening was sharp on Ben’s nude skin. He stank of wolf piss, an hour old, and his bare feet were unaccustomed to the forest floor. Beside him, Stone-Racer stalked on all fours, only keeping one eye on him. The rest of his attention was occupied by what they were both approaching.

Ahead lay a series of trodden down patches of undergrowth, all hidden from view unless you stumbled right on it. Every one smelled strongly of unwashed animal, and a couple even contained an unwashed animal. Wolves padded, laid, and sat around the dense stand of trees. Ben counted ten, and for every one he saw, he had no doubt there would be another he did not.

Stone-Racer wasted no time in taking him to the center of the dens: a patch of trampled greenery only a bit larger than the others. A wolf with a pelt darker than the fading light on the bushes behind him sat tall on his haunches, his eyes red and intense. Ben’s feet nearly refused to go any further until Stone-Racer nosed into his side. He could swear there was a slight, crooked smile on the larger wolf’s muzzle. His front teeth showed just a little, like they were so big they didn’t fit right in his mouth. In a booming, voice, he spoke in plain English.

“Forgive my man-words, brothers, but I address this wretch before us, and he must understand.” Growls and snarls rose mostly unseen in the bushes around them. A few wolves padded into the small clearing as if stalking prey. “You are a servant of the Wyrm, pitiable pig. Yet you’ve been clever. You are still alive only because of the mercy of one of my more foolish warriors, and because you claim you have knowledge useful to us. You’ll need to convince me you are worth it, and you’ll get only this chance. Start speaking now.”

Ben had a little time to think on the way here, and he knew it would come to something like this shortly after his initial capture. Even so, it didn’t make standing here much easier. The darkening air was colder suddenly. Remembering how much Stone-Racer had insisted on his humiliation, Ben got down on his knees and put his arms on the ground.

“Thank you for allowing me to speak, and your unnecessary mercy.” Was it too much? Was he wasting time? The alpha’s chin lifted, and some of the wolves around grunted to each other.

“You know your place.” The dark wolf said. “But you stall. Carry on.”

“I’ve admitted to your warrior than I a- was a Pentex Agent. I came only to scout, but on a proper report from me, many more men would have come with machines to claim the trees here for industry.” Growls and barks erupted from the wolves, though the Alpha remained silent.

“From his own mouth!”

“That’s all I need to hear! Rip him open!”

“Still!” The Alpha snapped, and he was obeyed at once. “He says nothing surprising so far. You’d best get to the good part soon, pig-man.”

“I can tell you the location of my home office, the offices of my superiors, and the lumber yard where these men would have come from! That’s worth something to you, I think. I could tell you their numbers, and what their security systems are. Even with all your strength, you’d lose a few wolves if you attacked that lumber yard head on.” More chuffs and growls rose from the surrounding wolves.

“He already questions our honor.” Some said, and most agreed. The Alpha spoke.

“If you did not know these things, you could still say you did in hopes you’d live a little longer. And you have proven you are clever. You’ll tell me in detail all you’ve just promised me before the sun rises tomorrow, and without setting one foot outside this camp.”

“I will.” Ben was quick to add. “My home office is-”

“No no.” The Alpha stopped him. “You don’t seem to understand your position just yet. You still demand, and expect. I can hear it in your voice. You still bargain with us, like you hold something we do not already own. You, and all you know are already my property. You cannot bargain with it. What I’m doing now isn’t an interrogation. It’s an inspection of fresh goods. Do I speak in terms you understand?” He rose then, off his haunches, his head taller than Ben was kneeling by a considerable degree.

“You… do. And I will speak it.” The Alpha paid him no more mind. Instead, his attention turned to the gathering of wolves, which had doubled in number since Ben last looked. The clearing was truly surrounded.

“Brothers, this pig seeks to bargain, using the ways of Man to lie and cheat and worm his way into places he should not be allowed. Perhaps he forgets than Man was once not so mighty, that Wolf stalked the night, and ate Man when it suited him.” The gathered wolves would have cheered, if they could. Instead, a cacophonous roar shook Ben’s chest with howls and barks and even screams.

“Remember the Purge, and the War!”

“Weaver is worse than Wyrm!” The Alpha stood up on his hind legs, growing. His bones cracked. His muscles popped and rippled. His foreclaws spread and fanned into more Human-like talons, tipped with unnaturally long claws. The beast must have been nine feet tall once the change was over. The most disturbing part was how fast it happened. He went from a wolf to a hulking monster in five seconds flat. He looked down on the naked and now shivering Ben. Far down. One bestial, clawed foot planted itself in front of Ben, its padding as wide as his face.

“Lick my foot clean.” It was a simple command, said in a flat tone that expected to be obeyed without putting in any real effort. Ben considered the dirt of the forest floor that was stuck at the nail beds, the bristly hair that tufted up around them, and if the monster expected him to lick the underside as well. He was in the process of leaning down to begin, his stomach already turning, when the other foot snapped forward and caught him in the ribs. Ben rolled over three times before coming to a stop on his back.

“He hesitates!” The Alpha screamed. The wolves… laughed. Cackled. Chuffed. “Show him the right way, brothers.”

At once, Ben was smothered. Every wolf in the camp rushed in for their fun. The first one that reached him locked its jaws around his soft throat and growled with murderous eyes. It didn’t draw blood, but it seemed like it took a feat of willpower on its part. The next rested its forelegs over his hips and began gnawing around his groin. Wet, slimy teeth drew their points along his flaccid shaft, and hooked into his scrotum with surprising control. It was deeply uncomfortable, yet it would do little but bruise. At this Ben let out a wail that even to his own ears sounded pitiful. His fear forced it from him.

The next three passed along the sides, lifting legs to piss on any part of him that was exposed, and sometimes even what wasn’t. The heat from it made him sink back down from his thrashing, his heart pounding. There was simply nothing to do but bear it, and hope. Softly, he let out one whimper.

Another straddled his head. It was Stone-Racer. His eyes shone yellow in the darkness, and they looked excited. Instead of using his cock, the wolf turned and flagged his tail. The dark ring of his anus was plain against his lighter fur. A single tear rolled down Ben’s cheek. That wolf rump planted itself down on Ben’s face with too much weight. It ground his skull into the dirt, but he could not turn his face away. The pucker was pushed between his nose and upper lip, sometimes touching one or the other.

“Kiss” Stone-Racer yipped, almost sounding happy. “Kiss and lick and worship wolf.” The scent of it was foul enough. It burnt his sinuses, but he had to breathe somehow. Raw, animal musk and filth were already spreading over sensitive skin. All the while, more piss showered his chest and stomach and legs as the wolves took their turns. After a moment to register his utter insignificance, his tongue flicked out. The taste was like vinegar dulled by dirty spice. His lips parted and bushed against the slightly moist hole, meeting ring for ring.

Stone-Racer’s tail began to thump with doggish pleasure, but suddenly he was knocked off center with a snarl.

“Me next! Want his! Want his!” Would they take turns doing this too? No. Stone-Racer stumbled away, looking a little annoyed. The space around Ben was a mass of wolf. Multiple held him down, biting, gnawing, licking at his arms, his throat, his legs. His legs became the focus quickly as a brown furred wolf nipped his ankles and nosed in to stand between his legs.

“Legs up! Legs up, pig!” Ben couldn’t obey fast enough for it. It put its face in his, its forelegs draped over his shoulders. The tip of a ready cock crudely poked and searched, sliding in the steaming piss that coated his ass.

“Legs up!” It barked in his face. The moment he brought his knees up, that slick cock jammed home. Pain shot up his spine, and his grit teeth couldn’t stop his moan. Immediately the brute started working his hips with animal speed.

“Tight…” It snarled, then snapped its gaze onto him. “Look! In eyes! Yes. Keep looking. Know it’s me who breeds.” It began to pant, its hot breath blowing on him. The thrusts did not stop, but slowly, the pain lessened, replaced by the deep discomfort of a barely-lubed fucking. Ben stared into the wolf’s yellow eyes. They were the eyes of a predator, and one who was currently feeding. Its muzzle was open enough for him to see almost the final teeth in the row before dark throat took over.

“Don’t. Rr. Look. Rrr! Away.” Other wolves crowded in, some pissing, some licking, some just dancing on their four legs, as if celebrating.

“Breed pig! Breed pig!” They chanted. The wolf in his face twitched, and let out a snarl like he was struck. A hot wet spread in his insides. He never imagined how much he’d feel another man’s seed inside him. Without mercy, the dick was ripped out, sending another jolt of pain through him. As soon as it passed, he could feel his asshole leaking and clenching, not knowing what to do with the emptiness.

Another wolf came to sit on his face, only this time, it was facing front. Furry wolfish sack ground over his lips.

“Eat, squealer, eat!” Pale buildup rimmed the red cock that was emerging from the fuzzy sheath pressing against his nose. There was no point in any hesitation. His mouth opened to service the new wolf. The fur of the balls was musty with forest dust as well as animal filth. He did not have the pleasure of moving on to the shaft until the two orbs were slick with his spit. He wasn’t a second lick into the red rod when another sniffed at his leaking asshole. Flat, wet tongue pushed inside to scoop him clean, and a cold nose roughly pressed bellow his own balls. Despite his suffering, he gave a surprised moan, which only caused the cock in his face to shove harder.

He took the thing into his mouth completely, and the wolf worked with him, shifting its hips to get a better angle. Many animals cum fast, mercifully. After thirty seconds of face-fucking, hot seed was down his throat as well.

“Enough!” Bellowed the Alpha. Like spooked birds, every wolf pulled away from Ben at once. He lay there, drenched in wolf piss, mouth and ass used and wet, his chest heaving, and his eyes strained from sobs. The giant beast loomed closer, one weapon-like hand cupping its hefty balls to show that it was fully, massively erect. The beet-red shaft throbbed, sometimes causing the balls to lift. He was needy, or at least very much enjoyed the show. Ben’s own cock had gone up and down during the mayhem, but he barely noticed. He was certain he was never even close to cumming.

“Come here. On your knees.” The other claws curled into a beckoning motion. With much more speed than he displayed before, Ben turned onto his stomach, and crawled like a beast up to the Alpha’s feet. Kneeling, he was still just short of those balls.

“I am Steel-Tooth, He Who Breaks His Tooth On Beast Of Steel. Say my name.”

“S-” His voice caught. Panic rose at his failure to obey. He had to obey. “Steel-Tooth.”

“Who owns you?”

“Steel-Tooth.”

“Who do you give everything for?”

“Steel-Tooth.”

“You break well.” He finally said with a satisfied rumble in his chest. One long, monstrous arm took the back of his head. It was… gentile. Nearly a caress despite the alien feeling of those hard claws and padded fingertips. It guided his face up to nestle in his heavy balls.

“Enjoy my scent for a moment. You deserve a short rest.” He was allowed this. He found with some disgust that he was happy to. The scent of his Alpha was potent, but compared to the filth of the rest of the pack, they were a tolerable blend bitter and savory. It was a male scent; as male as any he’d smelled before. When his Alpha shifted his weight down and took those balls away, he was sad for a moment. He needed a way to please him. Ben’s disappointment was short-lived. The Alpha’s thick cock throbbed an inch from his lips, the tip already glistening.

“I’m going to breed you, little man. But first, know how I taste.” Yes. Anything to make him cum faster and get this over with. Anything for him.

Steel-Tooth kept his grip on the back of Ben’s head, slowly forcing him to face the tip of his pointed cock. He didn’t have to coax much. Ben gently took the fuzzy base of the rocket in his hands, and laid a kiss on the tip. He kept kissing, each time pushing harder and deeper. The red meat passed through his lips. His tongue braced the underside of the massive dick and eased it back into his mouth. The Alpha was patient, and tolerant, letting the Human service him at his own pace.

The girth of the shaft forced Ben’s jaw uncomfortably wide, but it would fit. There was no way he could go all the way down to the knot, yet as he settled into a rhythm, sliding about a third of the way down and back, the Alpha’s grip on the back of his head tightened.

“Faster now. And deeper. You can do better than that.” Ben found his hands kneading the fur that sheathed the creature’s knot, and licking the underside with tender strokes. His world was the pulsing heat of this cock, and his want was to make it spit. Even so, he hesitated a moment before going deeper. It was going to be uncomfortable, but the guiding hand of his Alpha helped him down. His jaw was nearly as open as it could go. The fat tip rudely prodded at the back of his throat. Still, he slid back and forth, trying to please. When he heard the beast’s breath huff high above him, he took in a satisfied breath of his own through his nose. Alpha was enjoying himself.

With a growl, the monstrous claw shoved him deeper, and blue speckles exploded on the edges of his vision. He wretched, but there was no space for his throat to close. It was totally filled with wolf dick. The place where his gag reflex was strongest was fucked until he became accustomed to the constant feeling of needing to vomit. That cock was going down his esophagus now, for certain. It was so big there was nowhere else for it to go. From his perspective, all Ben could see when he dared to open his eyes was the tuft of damp, smelling fur around the creature’s knot slamming closer and closer to his face.

“Mm, yes. Humans can be tight little things when they are fresh. But I’m not going to cum like this.” That guiding claw moved to his forehead and shoved him off so hard he hit his head on the forest floor. The surrounding wolves were amused.

Ben felt betrayed. It was not because his Alpha was toying with him, but because he hadn’t gotten the pleasure of taking his seed. He didn’t please well enough, and for that he was shamed. Still, he had a good idea what was coming next. He could almost thank that other wolf for softening his asshole with his assault. The experience would surely help him now.

Steel-Tooth got down on his hands and knees. He crawled over to Ben. In the span of two steps, he had changed from a monstrous man-wolf to a huge quadrupedal wolf, taller than most men even on all fours. His dick bobbed under his stomach, no smaller than it was.

He stopped when he stood with that cock hovering above Ben’s waist, his forepaws on either side of Ben’s head.

“Stone-Racer…” The Alpha grunted. The brown wolf sheepishly padded forward. “Lay under this man’s rump. I’ll need him propped up if I’m going to breed him.”

“But-”

“Do it, you whining mut! This man wouldn’t have lived to see this camp if not for you. You’ll prop him up, or you’ll be next!” Stone-Racer’s ears went down.

“Yes, Alpha.” He creeped forward to nose at Ben’s hips. Wiggling underneath them and laying on his belly, it was a warm, furry, breathing cushion to present his ass to the Alpha at a higher angle.

With a suddenly fierce growl, Steel-Tooth lowered his own hips and slid his thick cock between Ben’s ass cheeks. He seemed content to do that for a minute, pressing his weight down, letting the slick of his red meat run against Ben’s asshole. Despite himself, Ben’s comparatively puny cock started to throb. He wouldn’t dare touch himself without permission, and he wasn’t about to ask. He’d likely go soft once the pain started. He just hoped he wouldn’t get hurt too badly.

Steel-Tooth leaned his head down and rested his massive forehead on Ben’s face. The hot of his breath washed over his still piss-slick chest. Those terrible jaws opened and clamped down on his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, but not hard enough to press into bone, as Ben was sure was easier for the beast. Still, he gasped, then let out a pitiful little cry. The sticky hot wet of his blood made little rivers, slowly. He felt his Alpha’s tongue moving around the wound even with his teeth still set where they fell, enjoying the flavor. Then, he probed for his entrance.

It took only three tries for the pointed tip to find Ben’s ring of muscle. The first thrust was rough, but shallow. Ben took a sharp breath through gritted teeth. Only a small shock of pain. The Alpha was merciful. He worked that depth several more times, testing the anus for worthiness. With a sigh, Steel-Tooth drove deeper. The girth opened Ben up to what he felt was his limit instantly. Only the initial mercy he was shown spared him from brain-blazing pain and possibly bloody tears. It was still enough to make him dig at the bed of dead pine needles under him with clawing fingernails. His Alpha fucked him then, a suitable depth reached. Those massive furred hips rolled and bucked, and those teeth never withdrew from his shoulder.

The driving force overcame the pain. After a short time, Ben’s head cleared enough for him to feel something new. A pressure deep inside him, pushing against what felt like the back side of his cock, making it jump and pulse. He was being mashed from the inside, and some small part of it felt good. Even with the discomfort, his cock did not go down. Instead, it was harder than it had been all day. It made the other feelings bearable if he could focus on that pounding; if he could focus on enjoying his Alpha.

Steel-Tooth pressed even deeper now that his prey was loosened, and a new sensation came to Ben. The massive red cock stabbing into him ran up against a soft barrier deep inside him, and it was not comfortable to have it strained. His Alpha was paying the barrier no mind, but as with the other discomfort, this too started to fade the harder he was fucked. His Alpha would not slow now.

Ben thought to himself that this was an animal too, that it must cum quickly. He prayed for this to all be over, yet his own cock throbbed. If that lump inside him got used a little longer, he might just blow over his own chest from it. He’d rather this stop of course, but wouldn’t it show his Alpha how good he was if he could cum just from that? Surely, he’d be pleased. Just the thought made his balls shrink up inside him, churning.

The beast mercilessly fucking him, splitting him open, quickened his pace. His grunts became wilder, and his bucks harder. His rhythm slipped. He thrust deeper, and slower, more deliberate. He was close. Ben was close, but maybe it wouldn’t be enough.

“Rrrrr!” Steel-Tooth bit down harder. Ben wailed, his vision blurring to nothing. The angle of that massive red cock tipped up, and mashed into Ben’s inner lump, sending an electric pinch that pushed him over the edge of inevitability. As his guts were pumped full of wolf semen, he laid there shaking and staring at his own cock, almost willing it not to burst. It was the ultimate admission of his new place, but as his breath came faster and the electricity building below his balls increased, he knew it was too late. Several moments passed, teetering on the edge of pain and bliss, his Alpha still filling him with hot seed.

“Ahh!” Ben threw his head back. It was both a moan of pleasure, and a cry of defeat. His cock jumped once, twice, and spat a thick rope down his chest. Again. Again. The warm wash of it made him shudder. Each burst made his anus clench down on what filled it, letting him know how impossibly he was bred.

Long silence followed before the Alpha pulled out, withdrawing both dick and teeth. Both places throbbed with pain. Stone-Racer skulked away, lapping at the semen that had dripped over his flank. Steel-Tooth sat back on his haunches and licked his own shaft a few times, seemingly uncaring that Ben was still laying there heaving. Finally, he looked up from his work.

“Tight… And it seems you enjoyed yourself. You’re a good pup. You’ll live to tell all you know to me. You’ll cling to my side and beg to be fucked like that again, won’t you, pup?”

Ben knew the cost of hesitation, but the words wouldn’t come at first. It wasn’t just his breath he still needed to catch. The finality of his place had hit home. He was going to be a cringing beast at the heels of this wolf. He was going to whine for his dinner, and live in filth. Even a pet would not describe his new status, and he shivered with the thought that this was his best-case scenario now.

“I’ll… I’ll beg, Alpha. I’m yours.” His Alpha nodded slowly.

“Good pup. I’ll need to break you of your speech after what you know is rooted out. You shouldn’t be allowed to utter more than a whimper or a moan.”

With that, he… left. The other wolves left too, all returning to their own dens, and their own quiet conversations in the wolf-speak. Stone-Racer gave him a little glare before moving off. Ben was left in the now moonlit patch, naked, soaked, stinking, sore. He crawled to find a place to shiver until sleep came. Never even once did he think to escape.