by Sy Walker
“I could teach you, but then I would have to kill you. I’m only half joking, but I’m sure that you could convince me to give you my recipe. Trust me my technique is foolproof and most men are unable to believe it themselves.” I was going to fuck that cum out of his cock and he was going to love it.
“You sound like you are some sort of spy and maybe that does explain the opulence that you live in. This is the kind of luxury that is only befitting a king and his family. I don’t see a crown on your head or a scepter in your hand. What I see is an over privileged man that thinks the world revolves around him. You obviously think that you are superior in every way. You surround yourself with all these things that must cost a fortune and yet you are never happy with the things that you have acquired. You have been missing something and maybe I am that missing piece.”
I slapped him across the face. His face showed the crimson handprint, until he snapped back with this kind of anger in his eyes.” If you’re going to be with me, Jeremy, then you need to learn your place. What I do is none of your concern and how I live my life is not for you to question.” He didn’t say anything and I was hoping that I didn’t ruin the moment. Then again, angry sex is probably the most explosive of them all.
“There was no reason to do that. I was only trying to tell you what my journalistic experience was telling me about you. I would say that I was too close to the truth. Maybe for once, you should look in the mirror and see the man that you truly are. When you can do that, then you won’t have anything to fear from anyone.” His advice was sound, but I felt like I was the one that was controlling my life and not the other way around.
I had his legs and I lifted them, until he was bent at an angle with his feet touching his head. I wasn’t sure that he could bend that way, but he was proving me wrong on that front. I had my cock in my hand and I had my target lined up with the tip of my man spear. One thrust of my hips and I would step over a line that I swore that I would never cross. It was then that I heard the sound of breaking glass.
Chapter Four
“I’ll be right back. I’m sure that it was one of the trees that crashed through a window. Don’t go anywhere.” I smiled, knowing that he was a captive audience of one. “Look who I’m talking to. It’s not like you’re going anywhere anytime soon, unless of course I give you my direct consent. It shouldn’t take me long to fashion something to cover the window. I know that I have garbage bags around here somewhere and there’s some wood downstairs with a pile of nails for just this occasion.”
The one thing that I could always rely on was that George would be ready for just about anything. He had come from a long line of butler’s and his reputation for excellence was beyond reproach. That man could do anything. He was good with numbers and he had made it almost virtually impossible for the IRS to get their hooks in me. Most of my funds were in accounts in the Caymans away from their prying eyes. I did my taxes, but he knew the tax law better than anyone. I always broke even. I never owed anything, but I never received anything either.
“Don’t be gone long. I really want to get on with this. You know that it’s been years, since I’ve done anything like this with a man. I can only imagine what my ass is going to feel like after we’re done. Don’t be too eager and for god’s sake use enough lubrication that it’s not going to make me jump out of my own skin.” I had every intention of paving the way.
I didn’t even bother to put anything on. I got out in the hall and I was assaulted with a very familiar scent. It made me fall onto the floor on all fours. I started off slow bounding on all fours, before I suddenly transformed and was leaping the expanse of stairs down to the bottom. I snarled, looked around with my black and white fur standing on end. There was obviously something here, but I couldn’t be entirely sure what it was. It felt almost feral without any semblance of a moral compass.
“You know better than this, Randle.” I turned to come to face to face with a man clad in black. He was not alone and he was holding the chain of two very rabid wolves that probably hadn’t been fed in days. “These are not werewolves. Unlike you and me, they are a product of nature. I don’t know what he’s holding over on you, but I’m sure that you don’t know the full story.” I got this impression that he was talking about Jeremy, but that would mean that he didn’t come here, because of a broken down vehicle. He had come here for sanctuary and to find an ally against this man.
Those wolves had no humanity and their main concern was tearing apart anything that stood in their way. How he was able to control them was a mystery. He could’ve easily let go of those chains at any time, but so far he was holding back.
“It would probably be best that you change back to human form. That way, we can discuss things civilly without having to fight to the death. I really don’t want to get blood on my clothes. I’m sure that you don’t want that same blood to splatter all over your nice clean floors.” He was being reasonable, but I sensed a danger that superseded his more cautious approach.
I heard my bones cracking. My body formed, until I was standing, as half a man and half wolf. I concentrated a little bit harder and the rest of my body came into focus. “I don’t know what you want with him, but you’re not going to get him, unless it’s over my dead body. I’m willing to listen, but I don’t think that there’s anything that you can say that’s going to change my mind.” He looked at me like I was a specimen underneath a jar. He reminded me of those kids that would use a magnifying glass to burn the ants for the pure joy of killing.
“I didn’t see it before, but you do realize that he has you wrapped around his little finger. You also know that it’s against everything that we believe in to mate with a human. You can have all the fun that you want, but there’s no way that you can possibly think that there’s a future here. I’m more than willing to stay down here, until you finish with him. I think that is being more than fair, considering that his main focus is to expose us to the public. I can see that you don’t believe me, but trust me his expose is going to destroy our way of life. I’ve been sent by my pack to make sure that he doesn’t get that far. Imagine my surprise that you are thinking of breeding him.”
“I’m going to have to verify your story. Stay here and don’t move.” I was angry at myself for falling for Jeremy’s lies. That was, so gullible on my part. The seduction in his eyes and the way that he gave me his body was probably his way of trying to amass some kind of army of his own. “I need to talk to him, before I make any kind of decisions.”
I heard the jangling of the chains and I turned to see that he had given them some slack. They were no more than a few inches away from tearing into my legs like I was some kind of chew toy. “I said that I would allow you to have your fun. What I can’t do is let you tell him that I’m here. I’m afraid that you’ve already sealed your fate. I hope that you don’t say that I didn’t warn you ahead of time.” He let those chains go. The wolves looked at each other like they couldn’t quite believe that their freedom was at hand.
I turned like in slow motion, running for the stairs and feeling their hot breath on my bare heels. At the top landing, I landed on my ass, kicking out my feet and making contact with both of their jaws. It stunned them and they whimpered like scalded dogs.
That was the distraction that I was looking for, as I got on my feet and made a mad dash for the master bedroom. I threw the door open, closing it behind me with a sheen of sweat now adorning my skin.
“You have some explaining to do.”
He was on his elbows and I could tell that he was visibly concerned. “I’m not sure what you mean by that. You look like the hounds of hell are on your tail.” He wasn’t too far away from the truth and those beasts had no semblance of right and wrong. They were told to do something and they did it without question. Their master had trained them to be the killers that they were.
“There’s a man downstairs with a couple of wolves on a chain. He seems to think that you are a threat to them. I need to know, if you knew w
hat I am from the moment that you came into my home. Was everything that you said a lie, or have you just found yourself out of the frying pan and into the fire?” I had my back against the door and I felt the thumping of those animals trying to get in to get a piece of him.
“You can’t be serious. You’re a fucking werewolf? I thought that you were just an over privileged rich man. I thought that you were a billionaire with more money than brains. You say that the man is downstairs. You can’t let him have me. The public has a right to know the truth. They’re probably not ready for it, but they need to understand that locking their doors is mandatory.”
“You don’t understand, Jeremy. We have hidden in the shadows all of our lives. We could’ve attacked the human population, but we didn’t. I think that should account for something. You need to forget about this idea about writing a story to bring the wolves into the light. It will only do more harm than good. Trust me; I’m talking from experience and what you intend to do will only make humans into predators. They will turn on their neighbor for no good reason other than they have dog food in abundance.” He didn’t look impressed.
“Normally, I would say that there was nothing that you could say to change my mind, but this might be the exception. I’m more than happy to close the chapter on this story. You need to promise me that you will protect me and keep me here with you.” I think he was fishing for an invitation and I was more than willing to give him one.
“That’s all I needed to hear. Let me take care of this matter and hopefully I’ll be back to finish what I started.”
I opened the door and the wolves were scratching at the wood with their master standing behind them. “I think it best that you stand away from the door. I was willing to give you a moment to please yourself, but you’ve taken this out of my hand now.” I put out my hands to block his path, but that wasn’t going to deter him from what he needed to do for the good of the wolf society.
“I’m not going to allow you to have him. I have made him an offer that he can’t refuse. He will give up this insane idea of writing a story about us in exchange for the love of a good man.” He snickered and I could tell that he thought that this was one big joke.
“I don’t think that you can guarantee his silence…wolf.”
“I will personally keep an eye on him. I am asking for a pact.” This had never been done in a long time, but I knew the rules better than most.
“That might work on me, but it’s not gonna work on them.” He turned his back on me, dropping the chains and walking away from what could possibly be a massacre.
Chapter six
The wolves attacked and I had no choice, but to defend myself. I flipped one over my body using my feet. I flipped myself onto all fours and became the menacing werewolf. I had to protect my charge. I killed without prejudice. It only took a few moments, but it felt like forever. I tossed their carcasses over the balcony and into the snow below.
The fear in his eyes only made me look at him with hunger. It was that smell of fear that made it almost impossible not to show him the animal. I washed my hands of the blood. I came back into the room to find that he was frantically trying to get out of those bonds.
“You have nothing to worry about. The wolves are gone and they will not come back, unless you give them reason to. If you were to go back against your word, then my life will be forfeited along with your own. I’m all in and that means that whatever you do will come back on me.” I easily flew through the air and landed with my teeth bared and my claws ready for battle.
He closed his eyes and cowered away from me “I told you that I wouldn’t tell anyone. You don’t have to kill me.” Killing him was the last thing on my mind. The smell of his fear only drove me into of madness that had me ramming him repeatedly with his body bouncing up and down on the mattress. “My god…you are a fucking animal…fucking animal.”
“I never meant to scare you, but it does make this a hundred times better. Having you tied up and terrified out of your mind is the best way to feel totally out of control. That one time that I killed my entire family haunts me, but now I realize that this was my nature.” I could no longer control what my wolf did any more than I could control the weather outside.
My claws were ripping into his skin. The feel of his blood and the taste of it, as I licked it from my claws was better than any blue pill out on the market today. I fucked him and I showed that I had the stamina to go all the way. Each time that I hit his prostrate, his cock would give up a little bit of that liquid jewel. This was better than it probably would have been without the danger surrounding us. “Your ass is mine and I tend to have it any damn time I feel like it. You know that you can’t resist me. If I ask you to bend over, you will do it willingly without reservation. You love having my cock. I know that I have imprinted my sexuality on yours. We are forever linked, but there is one thing missing.”
“I don’t want that.” He didn’t have a clue what he wanted and I wasn’t going to give him a choice anyway.” Don’t cum inside me or you and I are going to have problems.… AHHH… AHHHH… JESUS. I don’t think that there’s a man alive that can do this to me.” His cock looked ready to explode. The head ballooned and the entire shaft was jerking.
“You want this. You can say that you don’t, but your eyes say something different.” I lifted him into the air, so that I could pound him repeatedly without any breather in between. His ass smacked against my thighs. I was more than happy to drive deep. His ass was a creamy delight. “You are about to get a rare gift that no mere mortal man has ever had.” I could tell that he had no idea what I meant. I could feel the throes of my own passion sneaking up on me.
I bit into his neck, feeding off that fear and giving him my seed one shot after another. It was almost endless and I continually gave him thrusts, until I was unable to move any longer.
You can imagine that when he found that he was pregnant that he wasn’t very happy by the notion. I told him that we were together now, and that I would protect him from anybody that wanted to do him harm. It didn’t hurt that being impregnated would’ve made him ostracized in his own profession. He would be seen, as a freak, not unlike the rest of my wolf brothers.
George took the news indifferently. He just wanted me to be happy, and I had found the one thing that made that possible. It didn’t wash away my sins, but it allowed me to forgive myself and to move on with the rest of my life.
Unfortunately, Jeremy had to cut ties with his, although he didn’t have all that many to begin with. Even his boss really didn’t care that he was leaving. I got this feeling like there was some kind of bad blood between the two of them.
When he did have the baby, it was healthy and I could tell that he was a proud father. He probably didn’t think that he would feel that way, but one touch of the kids’ hand wrapped around his little finger and he was a goner. I had the family that I had been desperately searching for, and he had the ultimate story that he couldn’t tell. But there was nothing in the world now that would convince him to let out the secret about the wolf shifters.
The End.
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HIGHLAND HOWL
“Bite down,” Fingon let his hands gently brush against William’s chin as he placed the leather strap in the bound man’s mouth. “It will all be over soon.”
WHHpaaaw! The crack of the whip was more disturbing than the sensation. The young nobleman could feel his knees buckling under the pressure, but there was nowhere for him to go. The chains around his feet and rope around his hands made sure of that.
“William Stewart,” Fr. Leelyn stared gleefully at the condemned man as he read out the charges. The good father always enjoyed watching justice being served. “You are charged with Buggery, Sodomy,” Fr. Leelyn’s voice quivered with every strike of the whip, “And having thus besmirched your father’s house you are sentenced to thirty lashes and five years of hard labor.”
William looked to his father Lord Lachlan Stewart wh
o would not meet William’s gaze. Lord Stewart’s latest wife Ann sat at his side breast-feeding William’s little brother. William tried to hate little Lachlan II, but his father had been trying to replace him for years. It wasn’t the baby’s fault. The newest Stewart was just the first male Stewart to live, since William of course.
“You shall be stripped of all titles and inheritance,” The Father grimaced at William as Fingon’s latest blow ripped a hole in the flimsy fabric of William’s prison garb. The stained night gown was the only possession William had been allowed to keep. If William ever did leave his father’s holdfast it would be as a penniless beggar.
William bit down hard on the leather strap. It was all that he could do. His father had made sure that William was punished just like every other buggerer living on Stewart land. William had been bent over a wooden rod in the town square with his hands tied to his knees. Lachlan Stewart wanted there to be no question as to who would be his heir.
“Ahhh!” William yelled trying desperately to keep the strap in his mouth. The last thing he needed was to bite through his tongue as well.
“I think he likes it!” A man called out to the delight of the crowd. William had forgotten that any of them were still there. The commoners always loved to see high-born lads up on the paddocks. A flogging normally drew a crowd, but the whole town, and even some of the highland farmers seemed to have filed into the square to see William’s shame.
“Sorry,” William heard Fingon mutter to him as he ripped away the torn bits of cloth. William was left with sleeves as a covering. He looked at the blood soaked rags the Captain of the Guards had just thrown at his feet. “Only ten more,” Fingon’s words seemed like an apology, as they grew farther and farther away. The crowd seemed to be fading away as well. His legs grew fitful and violent as the strain mounted, but the bindings would not allow him to fall.
