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Sold by the Pack

By Claudia Delacroix

With his back braced against the hot slick surface of the shower wall, Joshua struggled to

keep his footing as his lover tenderly sucked at the tip of his cock. Much like a pup at its
mother's teat, Victor nursed his throbbing cock as if dying of thirst. As if each drip of pre-cum
was life sustaining and the eventual reward the boon of a lifetime.

Would his entire being be sucked through those silky smooth lips? The rest of his body felt

deadened as through he only existed in the eight inches of flesh currently within the grasp of
Victor’s mouth. With each swipe his slippery tongue made against the belly of his aching cock he
was brought closer to his impending release.

Victor’s fingers teased at his rear entry. Not daring to penetrate his sensitive flesh, but

stimulating it enough to drive him wild. The steam from the shower had settled thick into the
bathroom and he could barely see the man kneeled before him, but he could definitely feel him.

With both hands full of his long wet hair, he lost control of his hips as they began thrusting,

desperately fucking Victors face. His chest heaved as both his breathing and heart rate increased.

"Fuck baby, I'm cumming!" He cried out as he nearly collapsed onto the shower floor. With

both hands on Victor’s shoulders however he maintained his position as his cock pulsated within
the tight lipped grip, pumping load after load of his hot seed into Victor’s thirsty mouth.

Releasing him from his mouth Victor rose up and met Joshua's lips with his own. "We're

gonna be late," he whispered into Joshua's ear.

"I don't care," he replied, his arms still locked around Victor's waist. "Let's just stay in."
"Be serious,” Victor chastised as he turned off the water and opened the shower door. “It’s

not a good idea to get on Erik’s bad side.”

“And what if we do?” he asked as he followed Victor into the bedroom. “He’s a leader in

name only.”

“That’s not enough for you?” Victor’s voice was starting to reflect his rising temper. “Do

you want to end up like that bitch Connor? And it’s not in name only, he’s been different since he
got back from Lake Boeuf.”

Neither said another word as they got dressed and even remained silent on the way to the

meet. It would be a two hour drive out of New Orleans, well into the wilderness where wolves
ran free without the threat of civilians. It was only when they were within ten minutes of their
destination that Joshua spoke.

“Who are these guys anyway?” he asked, referring to the new members they were to initiate.
“One is that guy Richard something or other, you’ve met him. He ran with Gregory’s pack

for a couple years. As far as I know he’s in without a hitch, this is a formality.” He paused as he
slapped Joshua’s hand away from the radio.

“Other guy is named Craig, lone wolf out of Cut Off. You know the drill with loners.”
Joshua only nodded, having known firsthand what was involved. You learned your place

among pack, and as a loner you started at the bottom. While part of him felt sympathy for the
guy, he mostly felt thrilled. He had never been to an initiation outside of his own, but knew that
afterwards they would spend the remaining days of the week hunting.

Fortunately they weren’t the last to arrive at the lot and within moments they were undressed

and shifting. Victor had beat him as usual and had already put ten or so meters distance between
by the time Joshua reached a sprint. He was one of the only two wolves in the pack whose fur
matched the color of the moon. The other had been Damien, a pack Alpha who hadn’t been
around much lately. Joshua was pleased by that as the old wolf always left him feeling uneasy.
He had been polite enough when he bothered to speak, but had a way seeing right through you
and he always felt as though the old man didn’t like what he saw.

He had given up on keeping pace with Victor and slowed to a more comfortable sprint

through the old cypress trees. He smelled the smoke of a campfire and soon heard the howls of
his pack mates and within moments had entered the ritual grounds. Victor had said these grounds
had been used for centuries, but he was fairly certain this wasn’t even the same spot they had
used during his own initiation.

Erik stood at the center of the group closest to the fire. Only about ten others had joined him

with several others approaching. Joshua preferred to hang back at the rear, observing. He had
been a lone wolf for so long that his old habits had remained.

No sign of the recruits.
“Joshua,” said a voice from his rear. Turning, he found Victor had crept up on him, already

walking on two feet. Taking the cue he collapsed onto the ground, his form contorting into
something similar. He wasn’t as fast or as graceful as the others, but he had mastered the art of
shifting. Not so much in how quickly he accomplished it, but where it really mattered, the pain.
He felt very little, if any at all.

“It’s starting soon,” Victor said as he moved pass Joshua. “You shouldn’t be back here,

follow.”

Joshua did as he was told, he knew better than question Victor when he was this serious. He

was one who put much more importance on these initiations while he really didn’t get it. They
believed there was some sort of magic tied to it. That in dominating a wolf you bound them to
the pack. He had felt no different afterward, except for the fact that he couldn’t walk for a week.

As he approached the fire he saw the recruit being dragged out. He had kept it together, that

says a lot. One of the others during his own initiation had gone feral and didn’t last the first hour.
Erik stepped out between the recruit and the rest of the pack, his body almost seemed more wolf
than man sometimes.

“Victor, Trace, Rick, and Joshua, he’s yours.”
Joshua looked around to find everyone’s eyes on him. “You mean..”

“You’ve earned this Joshua, in fact, after initiation he’ll be yours alone.” Erik walked back

to the fire. “Get to it.”

He didn’t really know where to start so he waited for the other three to move ahead of him,

but it seemed he would be expected to make the first move. He looked defiant, as most lone
wolves did. It’s why they went through this. Something about running free and independent
made them feel like their own alpha and running in a pack didn’t come natural.

But naturally, they eventually yearn to belong.
Joshua fell to his hands and knees and thrust his hips towards the ground and howled at the

night sky. His painless transformation always impressed. No twisting or writhing on the ground,
it put fear into the recruit who had never witnessed it but within moments he too had collapsed
onto the ground. Had it been fear or something else? And as he observed the man shift before
him, he knew he couldn’t have been fear. Victor, Trace, and Rick had also shifted, though they
remained at his flank.

His opponent matched his pace, growling and baring his teeth. Joshua wasn’t so sure he

could handle this wolf. Both larger and far more intimidating he could only feel reassured by the
fact that he had three mates behind him. Armed with that knowledge he launched himself at the
near jet black wolf before him and as he had expected he found himself being pressed back
almost immediately.

The black wolf quickly circled him and pounced on him before he could fully face off

against his attacker. His fangs clamped down at the nape of his neck, pinning him to the ground
causing a surprised yelp. Where was Victor? Not one of the other three had made a move to
support him and he knew he was outmatched. The weight of the wolf on his back shifted and he
knew he was no longer being pinned down by the wolf, but the man who seemed somewhat
larger than he had appeared before.

“Shift,” he growled harshly into his ear. He had no escape and so he did as he was told. The

man flipped him by the shoulder onto his back, still hovering above him and blocking out his
view of the night sky. “You’re mine,” he hissed. His tongue hung from his mouth, swaying. His
eyes shone gold and his flesh radiated the heat of his lust. This was an alpha.

“Vic..” he started.
His words were cut short by the man’s large hand clamping down over his mouth. “They’re

all gone,” he grinned. “You were a gift.”

Joshua’s eyes reflected his confusion.
“You’re my price for leaving this territory,” he said with a voice like gravel. “Your pack had

no alpha, so they could only bargain.” His hand slipped away, but Joshua felt he had not been
given permission to speak.

“I wanted a beautiful bitch,” he continued. “But when Erik said he had a moon wolf, well I

couldn’t resist.” Moon wolf had been what most had called wolves with a white coat. It meant
something more to alphas however, what that was he didn’t know.

“You can’t give me pups, but I can worry about that later.” His hands locked against the

back of Joshua’s knees and hoisted his legs into the air above him, raising his ass nearly two feet
above the ground. Before he could react the large man had begun feasting at the sensitive flesh of
his rear.

His long, almost non-human tongue slithered between his tightly clenched ass cheeks and

lathered his balls in warm saliva. The cool night air chilled his wet flesh, causing his soft skin to
tighten. As blood pumped into his expanding cock, his clenching muscles gave way, allowing the
man’s tongue to stroke directly at the puckered ring of flesh of his rear.

He cried out from the sensation. He felt like a toy in the man’s grasp, almost as if he had no

weight of his own. “Oh fuck!” he exclaimed as his tongue pierced his flesh, he had never
experienced such a sensation. His flesh burned with lust, which was made even more apparent by
the copious amounts of pre-cum dripping from his stiffened cock which swung in the air above
him.

The man’s tongue stirred his insides and just as he was tempted to reach for his own cock,

the man, now almost half wolf, released the grasp he had at his knees allowing his ass to fall with
a slap against the man’s thighs. For the first time his eyes caught a glimpse of the man’s gigantic
cock which stood tall between his own spread legs. No human could sustain an erection that
large and remain conscious, yet no such limitations existed for this beast.

The engorged head of his monstrous cock nestled against his rear entry. He wanted to cry

out as there was no way he could accept the sheer girth it presented, its length alone would reach
his belly. Yet he wanted it, desperately so.

The wolf man merely smiled. “You want it don’t ya?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me how much!” he commanded.
“More than anything. Please! Just fuck me!” He had no idea where this deep-seated desire

came from, but with each moment he looked into those golden eyes, the desire only deepened.
The cold earth beneath him had warmed as his body flooded it with his warmth and he felt as if
he were floating.

A sharp breath escaped his lips as he felt himself stretch around the massive head of the

man’s probing shaft. He had expected more pain from a lack of any lubrication, but the saliva
had apparently served that purpose as the only resistance he met had been his own clenching
muscles which acted of their own accord.

Despite his intimidating appearance and dominating personality, the man pushed into him

with care. His strong hands had locked down over his thighs and were holding him steady. He
knew his flesh would tear. There would be no way he could stretch around such girth without his
skin being stretched beyond its limit. Such a small wound would heal within seconds however
and the pain would subside even quicker.

His own cock ached for attention and again he moved to take hold, but the wolf man beat

him to it. As he took hold and squeezed, a huge glob of pre-cum oozed from its tip, lubricating
his shaft as he started to stroke.

Once he had bottomed out within his rectum, he rose slightly and better brace himself.

Joshua’s thighs clamped down around his waist and at once he withdrew his long throbbing cock
to the tip before quickly returning it home. Joshua felt as if he would be split into.

He hadn’t even been able to wrap his mind around what had happened. He had been traded.

Victor had done nothing, had said nothing. He thought he had earned some kind of respect from
Erik, but the moment an alpha comes into their territory they toss him out like red meat to
appease the beast.

The alpha no longer resembled anything human. His muzzle had split and his tongue hung

freely, his saliva spraying over Joshua’s sweat soaked body. His muscles tensed and his climax
sent waves of pleasure from the shaft of his cock to the tips of his fingers and toes. His balls
tightened and his cock throbbed within the man’s tight grasp and his boiling seed shot forth,
coating his own chest and face. He licked his lips, the flavor of his own spunk making him
thirsty for more.

As if sensing that thirst the wolf man pulled free of Joshua’s anal grip and moved along his

sprawled out form on hands and knees. His massive cock now directly above his cum-drenched
face, Joshua had a new appreciating for its girth. How had it ever fit inside him?

The man stroked himself as he pressed his balls down into Joshua’s hungry lips which

accepted them eagerly. His tongue massaged at the wrinkled flesh, the taste and scent of which
drove his lust to new heights. His own cock had remained hard, his balls already refilling with
another load of hot juice.

“Ready?” the man asked as he aimed his pulsating cockhead at Joshua’s sopping wet lips.
“Wait, I can’t..” he had expected it, yet had hoped he would refrain from an oral assault.
“Just relax your throat,” he said as he lowered himself. His massive girth slipped between

his silky smooth lips, the texture of its flesh, each pulsating vein registering. He stroked at its
belly with his tongue, but once he realized he wasn’t stopping, he nearly choked. His breathing
was interrupted as the engorged cockhead closed off his air passage. His eyes watered and he
grasped helplessly at the man’s thighs as his balls finally came to press against his chin.

As he pulled free he nearly choked on the massive amount of fluid that had remained and he

had to swallow twice to get it all down. With another sharp intake of breath he prepared for the
next thrust, and the next, then another.

“Fuck, your throat is so fucking tight,” he said under his breath as he relentlessly fucked

Joshua’s tear and cum soaked face.

Just as he thought it would never end he heard the man cry out, and with his mouth tightly

wrapping the man’s cock he could easily feel it pulsate with each wave of cum, which shot forth
directly into his stretched throat. He clung desperately to the man’s thighs as he fed.

Once he had emptied himself he rose up and walked towards the fire, leaving Joshua’s

sprawled out body behind. He gasped for breath and rolled onto his side and watched the wolf
man as he warmed himself at the fire.

“We’ll stay here tonight,” he said. “In the morning we’ll head west and find new ground.”
Joshua wanted to speak, but his voice was too ragged to form words.
“You can forget your belongings back in the city,” he continued. “We’ll live in the wilds. I’m

not one for cities.”

His own questions would have to come later, but for now he could only sleep.

“You should have told me,” Victor said. He had understood the reasoning, but hated to lose

Joshua.

“We really didn’t have much of a choice. I have to look after the pack first.”
“So what do we do when another comes?” Victor asked as Eric rummaged through his sack

for some fresh clothes. He was happy to at least be out of the forest where he had listened to
Joshua’s passionate screams.

“I’ll have to be ready,” he replied. “You’re coming with me tonight to Lake Boeuf.”
“Lake Boeuf?” he asked. Victor had been there only once and knew it had been Damien and

Shep’s hunting grounds.

“I didn’t expect one to show up so soon Victor. I have little doubt there’ll be more.”
Victor nodded in agreement. “But why Lake Boeuf?”
“Damien’s there. He helped me train last month and I know I’ve made a lot of progress.

With you there I’m sure it’ll be far more productive.”

Victor wasn’t at all excited about seeing Damien. The old wolf had given up on the pack

when he should have led. If he had been here tonight, Joshua would be returning with them.

“We’ll bring Corbin too, he came last time.”

Victor couldn’t help but have a bad feeling.

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