Hunted by the Pack (Alaskan Were)

by

Yamila Abraham

Edited by Michelle Henson

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If you want to talk bitter divorces, I win the medal. I’m talking having your best friend

tell you she was cheating on you, only to not believe him and kick him out of your life. Then to

find out that he was right all along about a year later when it turns out the baby ain’t yours. The

only reason I even found that out was because her lover got possessive and demanded a

paternity test. I was still in a fog up until the results came back. I’d believed every lie she told

me like it was gospel until that wrecking ball of irrefutable fact crashed into my chest. I lost the

love of my life, I lost my best friend, and I lost my child.

After that, I was done.

Not just with her, with everything. With life.

I don’t mean I was suicidal, though maybe I was for little while, right at the point where

things hurt too bad to let yourself think. I can’t say that if someone had handed me a gun at

that point I wouldn’t have pulled the trigger. What I really mean, though, is that I was done with

people. Done with society. If the person you trusted the most can do you so wrong, what hope

do you have with the rest of the world? I didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone ever

again.

So I plotted my escape. I had to settle the bullshit first. The divorce. The painful chore

of separating yourself from who you thought was your soul mate. It was like pulling apart a

snagging zipper. Every chink represented a bank account that had to be closed, an insurance

policy that had to be canceled, a house that had to be sold. After that I had to disconnect myself

from society. Sell my roofing business. Sell my car. Get rid of all the shit weighing me down.

If I had my choice I would have run the second after I learned little Joseph, apple of my

eye who I thought had my grandfather’s strong chin, wasn’t my baby. But I ain’t dumb. I was

going to do it right, with money and a plan. I was going to make my escape work long-term.

And I think it was good, that year of preparation. It put my head in a better place for

when I finally left. Having a goal kept me going. When I finally got on the plane for Alaska I

actually felt happy. The old life was gone. It was a new beginning. This time no one would be

able to hurt me.

What was the plan? Well, that went back to my childhood. I met my grandpa exactly

one time. I was eight years old and my mom insisted I meet her parents before they died. It

was a big pain in the ass to get to them. They had optioned out of society in their fifties and set

up a homestead in northern Alaska. To get to them you had to fly to Fairbanks, take two bush

planes, and then hike 16 miles. At the end of the trail was their one room log cabin surrounded

by mountains of firewood, a fish smoker, a rack for stretching hides, and a shed full of metal

traps and fishing gear.

The summer I spent with them was the best one of my life. It was fishing, hunting,

trapping, and bonding with my down to earth grandparents who loved me with all their hearts.

Grandpa treated me like an apprentice. I loved learning how to survive without a grocery store.

I kept telling him that I would come back and live just like him when I grew up.

The next year he died, and my mom went up without me to help her mother see to

things. My grandma came back with her and lived with us for about two years before passing

away herself. She told me more about that life I loved. I remembered thinking about that

beautiful cabin and all their things…abandoned. Just waiting for me to come back to it. When

the shit hit the fan in my life I knew exactly where I was going to go.

But like I said, I wasn’t stupid. Grandpa told me a lot of horror stories about people

starving, freezing, or getting killed by animals. His closest neighbor, 170 miles away, had eaten

his dog team to survive the year before I’d visited. These stories still rang in my ears twenty

years later. I was going to load that cabin with food and supplies to make sure I never had to

come crawling back to society. I was going to make it work.

That’s where all my money went. First to get me there, then to buy my gear, food, and

tools; then to fly all that shit to the trailhead leading through dense forest. I strapped as much

of it as I could to an ATV and drove up the first load.

My last bush plane was gone, but I had a satellite phone with a solar charger. It was

May and I knew I’d have a few months to fortify things before being locked down by a -40

degree winter. I wasn’t scared. I was ready. Invigorated.

When I was about eight miles up the trail I started noticing how quiet it was. It was well

above freezing. There should have been birds or at least the sound of the wind rustling through

the trees.

There was nothing. The only sound was the engine of the ATV. I got a weird feeling in

my stomach, like I was being watched. The willows and alders were too tight to see that far

through. I still craned my neck. I just couldn’t shake that creepy feeling. It seemed to get worse

the closer I got to the cabin.

I’m not saying the feeling subsided once I was there—but the homestead was such a

mess I stopped being spooked and got serious. Part of the roof was caved in. The chimney for

the wood stove was crumbled. All the windows were smashed and there were years of rodent

crap and debris piled inside. I wanted to get to work straight away, but I still had four more

loads to haul. Thankfully I’d prepared for this, but it was still a shock.

By the time I was able to move from my tent into the actual cabin, May had turned into

June. Full days of good honest hard work made the time go by fast. I was feeling alive again

with clean air and solitude. The new environment, with none of the sights, sounds, or smells to

remind me of my grief, did wonders for me. Bringing the cabin back to its former glory made

me beam with pride. I hoped my grandpa was overhead watching it all.

But then, I never got over that creepiness that I’d felt the first time I drove up. I still had

this feeling I was being watched. I started seeing shadows darting through the trees from the

corner of my eye. I kept telling myself this had to be the way of the woods. Isolation made the

mind play tricks on you. One time though, I swore I saw something insane. The black outline of

some animal was shielded by a half dozen alders. Whatever it was, it stood on two legs and was

bigger than a man. I stared at it for a while blinking hard. I kept hoping my eyes would make

sense of what I was seeing and I’d realize it was nothing. Maybe it was a bear standing on its

hind legs? That didn’t seem right to me. Whatever it was gave me eerie feeling in the pit of my

stomach. As though it wanted me to see it.

I snapped out of my daze and went for my gun. When I moved back to brace it against

the woodpile the thing was gone. Now I knew for sure something had been there because there

was clear light streaming where there had been a black void of a shape before. I couldn’t shake

my fear enough to get anything done the rest of the day.

The place was different from when my grandpa had lived there. It had been vacant

twenty years and in that time a new atmosphere had come in. This wasn’t the joyful paradise I

knew as a kid. It had gotten dangerous…macabre even. It was like my playground had grown up

while I was gone.

Thankfully I’d grown up, too. I wasn’t going to let a Bigfoot or anything else ruin my

dream. I still loved it here. I loved shouting, “I’m alive!” at the top of my lungs with no one

around to hear me. Hell, I even loved shitting in the outhouse. Who needs plumbing?

Plumbing comes with a bill. Bills require an income. Making money means you have to deal

with society. You have to open up your shirt, bare your heart, and draw a target on it. The Hell

with that. I was free out here.

In the middle of June it got warm enough to skinny-dip in the lake. I scrubbed myself

clean and then lay on the bank in the sun. While I was lying there, perfectly relaxed, my

thoughts started to wander. For over a year my sexual desire had gone to zero. I couldn’t get

hard without thinking about Lisa, and how she’d been fucking around on me. Taking another

man’s seed. Spawning his brat. This, after how I’d shared my life with her, provided for her,

loved her as much as any man could.

Anyway, I shoved thoughts of her out of my head, and just thought about sex. A hot

mouth on my dick, tugging and sucking, taking me all the way to the root. I got good and

swollen, but didn’t touch my cock yet. First I played with my nipples. My fingers teased them

into hard buds, then I pinched and plucked at them. I bit my lower lip and let out hisses of

pleasure. The dormant flesh had come alive again.

My cock grew hard enough to curve toward my belly. I still kept my hands off it. It had

been so long I would explode fast. I wanted to savor it. I ran my hands up and down my naked

body, letting my thoughts run wild. My asshole clenched and my cock gave a little lurch. A

droplet of precum trickled onto my belly.

I rubbed my hands over my groin and then cupped my nuts. Fuck—my dick was

throbbing now. Pulsing along with the beat of my heart. I massaged my testicles with one hand,

and rubbed underneath them with the other. Now I was wincing. Soft little moans were coming

out of my lips. A prickly pre-orgasmic tickle was coming from the inside of my cock outward.

My body curled upwards.

“Ohh, yeah.”

I rubbed under my nuts hard, loving the sublime pleasure throb that had my asshole

clenching. The prickly feeling in my shaft got to be too much. I seized my cock and yanked out a

powerful orgasm. I could feel my cock convulsing in my hand. My stomach cramped with each

hot spasm. I shouted my grunts. A huge load was getting painted on my belly—my cock just

wouldn’t quit. Hard, shattering spasms of pleasure brought me to a whimper. Even when I was

out of juice my cock kept seizing. Clenching tight with ecstasy, then releasing.

I finally collapsed back while gasping for breath. It took a while for my chest to stop

heaving. My dick still gave off little twitches that made my stomach lurch.

When my breathing steadied I realized it still sounded loud in my ears. I opened my

eyes. Something was breathing hard, but it wasn’t me. I jolted to sit up and looked behind me.

I saw the head of wolf for a millisecond, except it was too huge to be a wolf. It turned

into a black blur and darted into the trees. It had been right next to me!

Now I scrambled to my feet. Whatever it was crashed through the forest like a Buick. I

could still see the blackness moving, though blocked by a thousand branches.

What the fuck was that!

I’d seen a wolf. I was almost sure of it. But that maw was way too huge, the form was

too gigantic, and the thing ran on two legs.

“Holy shit.” I put my face in my hand.

This wasn’t my imagination. I saw it. I heard it. It was strange that I didn’t smell it—an

animal that huge should have put out a powerful stink, but it was right next to me and I couldn’t

tell. It could have eaten me, mauled me—anything! But it didn’t.

The thing was only interested in watching me jerk off. And from the breathing, it liked

what it saw.

Before I could think any further I heard howling. Not one animal—but at least ten.

Deep howls were coming from all sides of me. It vibrated inside my chest. I spun around to

scan the woods. One dark shape—then another. One howl felt like it was right next to me.

That was it—I ran, buck naked, back to the cabin. What an idiot I’d been not to bring my

gun. My homestead was being overrun by wolves. Not just any kind—big monstrous Alaskan

wolves, who looked so huge I’d thought they were running on two legs. Wake up, Kevin. This is

serious!

I went inside, got dressed, and got my shotgun. When I went outside the gun was

cocked and ready. I felt like the power was back in my hands, but as I stopped and listened the

howls had stopped. The dark shapes were gone. The woods had gone deadly quiet once again.

I lowered the gun and tried to think. I couldn’t have seen what I thought I saw. It was

just a wolf. Just a really big wolf. They’re relatives of dogs—this was just a curious dog,

checking you out. You knew wolves would be out here. Don’t start imagining other possibilities.

This isn’t a catastrophe. No need to pack up and run. Just be more careful from now on.

***

And I’d keep that dialogue in my head every time I saw the dark shapes. Something was

almost always out there watching me. If I really believed it was a wolf then I should have gotten

my gun and chased it off. No, deep down I knew this was something else. I didn’t let the

thought crystallize yet, but it was there, keeping me on my toes.

I noticed dark figures around the cabin so frequently that I stopped freaking out over it.

Now I knew that whenever I felt like I was being watched that I was. I only had to look around

until I saw the black shape.

After a while, after all the shock wore off, I stopped feeling in danger. I don’t know if it

was my lack of experience or some untapped instinct. The more clearly I saw the shapes, the

more horrified I should have been. The things really were standing on two legs. Two fucking

legs. I could see their black outlines clear as day sometimes. I saw animal legs, like the hind legs

of a wolf, but arms too. Their reflective yellow eyes would be deep set in what seemed to be

huge hunched fur-covered backs.

Werewolves. There. I said it.

And I would have been happy to also say I was going crazy. Maybe being alone in the

woods for three months had made me nuts. Maybe the water was tainted, or my cans of food

were bad. I would have grasped at anything to make sense of this!

My mind had never felt so clear, though. I would look at a dark shape hoping maybe it

would flicker or look like a hallucination. I would self-examine my mental state. Am I crazy? Am

I imagining this? If I’m imagining it, how come it’s still there after I look away? How come

nothing else seems crazy except seeing these monsters? And if they’re monsters how come I’m

not afraid of them?

I didn’t even consider leaving. I should have. A sane man might have brought the news

up here and exposed this new species or whatever it was. That idea made me nauseated. That

would be inviting the world I’d finally gotten free of back to my doorstep. Werewolves were

preferable to humans.

I thought about the situation in a real analytical way. If I’m crazy then I’m not actually

seeing anything. In that case, why should I run? If I’m not crazy then there are monsters around

me who could have killed me on day one. I don’t always have my shotgun ready. (Even if I did,

don’t I need silver bullets or something? Fuck, this is sounding crazier by the minute.) The

things are observing, but keeping a reasonable distance. That’s okay, right? They’re just curious,

that’s all.

It almost got to be comforting having them around. I didn’t feel alone out here.

Sometimes I’d be chopping wood all day while knowing I was being watched, and I wouldn’t

even bother to look. I’d come to trust them in a way.

By the first frost I had pride in knowing my home was set. No, I hadn’t hunted. I would

get on that next season. For now I had plenty of provisions and firewood to last through the

long winter. The only chore I’d plan to go out for was the trapping.

I’d left my grandpa’s shed closed all summer while I focused on rebuilding the cabin and

fortifying my wood supply. Now I finally opened it and started sorting through the traps. This

was where things could get hairy. If I wasn’t careful I could break a finger or even an arm setting

one of these things. Today I would get them organized. Tomorrow I’d go out and set a few.

As much as I wanted to disconnect from society I knew I still needed some type of

meager income. I needed bullets and gas at the very least. My grandpa had gotten by for years

with his fur trapping. I was hoping to do the same.

Of course the things were rusted and falling apart. It took me the whole day just to

salvage half a dozen. I was aware of wolf howls piping up around me now and then. I’d stop

and look, but then get back to work. I set out the fixed traps on my grandpa’s old picnic table

and then headed inside for bed.

The howling continued into the night. I always kept the shotgun ready by the bed in

case something wanted to come in. Thankfully nothing ever did.

Tonight, though, I had an uneasy feeling. The howling started up early and then got

loud. Loud enough for me to sit up in bed and pick up the gun. Was there something near the

cabin? The things never got that close. It was like an unspoken agreement between us. But I

thought I heard rustling. After a minute I was sure of it—and it wasn’t just one animal, but

several. I heard snarling and my shoulders tensed.

No. I wasn’t going to cower inside. They were breaking the rules, and this was my

home. I went to the door, gun in hand, and threw it open.

Wolves. Five of them. Big ones too, but nowhere near big enough to be the creatures I

would see in the forest. At least that’s what I thought. When they turned toward me their

yellow eyes shone way too bright. I got this strange feeling of recognition. I knew these weren’t

ordinary wolves.

They were grouped by the picnic table, staring at me. The way one of them sat on his

haunches reminded me of my old dog. They didn’t seem like wild animals. There was a spark of

intelligence that kept me from lifting my gun.

The wolves turned around and walked back toward the forest. I stood there blinking.

They weren’t scared of me. They weren’t looking at me like prey. They were communicating

something, but I had no idea what. I waited until they’d left and then stepped out.

I went out as far as the picnic table to make sure they were gone. It had gone quiet

again. I figured they were done making whatever point they wanted to make. That’s when I

saw something beside the shed. A man, completely naked, was lying face down.

“What in God’s name—!”

I was too stunned to move. Was this what the wolves wanted to show me? A dead

body?

The man groaned.

My eyes went wide. It was 20 degrees out and this guy didn’t have a stitch of clothing

on. There’s no way he could be alive.

He groaned again. It was a pitiful, painful whimper that snapped me out of my shock. I

set the gun on the picnic table and knelt down next to him.

“Jesus Christ, man. Are you okay?” I helped roll him onto his side. His skin was pale in

the moonlight, but his bushy long hair was black, making me wonder if he was part Eskimo.

The man opened his eyes. His irises were yellow.

My stomach felt like it dropped out of me. I was cradling him in my arms to check on

him. Now my arms turned weak. I was too terrified to move.

He closed his eyes. His expression told me he was in pain, and then he made another

pitiful groan. Of course the guy was fucked up. He had to be freezing half to death.

I swallowed down my terror and helped him to his feet.

“Okay, hang on. Let’s get you somewhere warm.”

He barely had any strength. This made me believe I was doing the right thing. The guy

was taller than me and heavy with muscles. Even so—he didn’t even have shoes on. I had to

help him, right? That must have been what the wolves wanted—help for one of their own.

No—that’s crazy. Stop thinking werewolves and smart wolves. These are the thoughts

of someone who’s been alone in the woods too long. Be rational.

What’s rational? How about this: this is a guy with novelty contacts. Yeah. That would

hold my brain in the sanity realm for now.

I got him in and helped him onto my bed. I covered him in blankets, and then I set the

kettle on the stove.

“Let me get some broth going.” I sealed the door tight and went to the side of the cabin

that served as my kitchen. “You want to tell me how you got out there?” I swallowed. “And, uh,

what’s the deal with your eyes. I can’t help but notice they’re yellow.”

He didn’t answer. As I scurried around the kitchen for bullion and a mug I tried to think

of other things to say. Things a sane person would say. Though, for all I knew I was talking to

myself. There couldn’t really be a man in my cabin, could there? Out here—in the middle of

nowhere. I could have turned around and seen the bed empty. That wouldn’t have shocked me

as much as it should have.

When I did turn the man was sitting up. The blankets were off him. He didn’t make any

effort to conceal his nudity—you know, something a human would do. He just sat there, staring

at me with his yellow eyes. He didn’t look the least bit in trouble.

I swallowed and walked back to the stove beside him. With a trembling hand I pulled

out my grandpa’s old wooden chair and sat. I didn’t look into his strange eyes.

“You’re one of them, huh?” My lower lip trembled. I couldn’t make it stop. “One of

them things.”

Silence followed. I started wondering if he could talk. Do monsters talk? What if he

changed—right now, right in front of me? He just needed me to invite him in. That was it, right?

No…that’s vampires. Fuck, I really have lost my mind. Right when I thought I’d gotten it back.

When I thought I’d gotten over things with Lisa—put my life back together. Now everything’s

fucked up again.

I put my face in my hand and started to cry. I must have shuddered five minutes before

he spoke. I was kind of surprised. I still thought he was a figment of my crazed mind.

“Why’d you come out here?”

I snuffled and looked up at him. Yeah, he was still there, yellow eyes and all. His face

was neutral. It was a plain question without any anger or attitude.

I wet my lips.

“Alright,” I said, and then cleared my throat. “This was my grandpa’s cabin. I—I came

out here to live like he did.”

“Why?”

He enunciated the word like he was getting impatient. I swallowed.

“To get away from…from the bullshit.” I figured that wasn’t enough, so I went on. “I…I

was married to my college sweetheart. Thought she was the love of my life.” I told him

everything. More than everything. I told him how broken I was, and how being out here was

fixing me. I didn’t hold anything back, didn’t embellish, didn’t look for sympathy. I still half-

figured I was insane, so why not unload? It was actually cathartic.

When I was done the silence came back. This time I waited. There was nothing else for

me to say. I’d laid my soul bare for him.

“I knew you were hurting,” he said after a long consideration. “I could smell the scent of

pain on you.”

I swallowed.

“You’re better off here.”

I was encouraged. “I think so, too.”

“Forget your old life. You don’t need any of that. It’s better to be free.”

“Absolutely,” I said. Now I felt like we were connecting. This guy got it.

“Only—you can’t stay alone. Humans can’t be alone forever. It doesn’t work.”

“I don’t want to be around…around other people. I’d be happy never to see anyone for

the rest of my life.”

“Are you sure?” he said. As he spoke his eyes turned away. I felt a huge weight on the

question, but he was trying to ask it casually. Trying not to get me flustered.

“Yeah I’m sure. I don’t ever want to get to where I stop being sure. It’s not worth the

pain. I’ve opted out. I’m done with that world. I’m as sure of that as anything.”

Things started to get fuzzy just then. It was hard to describe. I began to feel like I was

floating, but both my chair and my feet were flat on the floor.

“So why are you getting the traps ready?”

I blinked. “The…traps?”

“Why are you trying to kill us?” His voice was clear, even when everything else had

gone muddy. “You’re trapping for fur, not meat. Fur to sell to other men—in that world you say

you’ve left behind.”

His voice had an echo. It was getting hard to think. “I…I still need a little money.” I felt

like I was getting high. “For bullets and gas…”

His voice became softer. “You don’t need any of that. That’s going backwards.”

The room got blurry and the only thing that was clear was his face. I realized he was a

beautiful man—there was a strange kind of elegance to his face, perfection even. His eyes made

him look like some kind of magical being.

“I’ll give you all you need, Kevin Lewis.”

I stared deep into those eyes. It felt like I’d never heard anything truer in my life. My

soul knew it was true—somehow, in a weird, amazing way. It was like he didn’t just speak to me,

but he spoke to every ancestor I’d ever had who’d shaped me. Even prehuman ones…my animal

ancestors. I felt relaxed and euphoric. I didn’t understand it, but everything inside of me

wanted to make his words true. I was drunk on this weird stranger. I still didn’t want to admit

what he was, but I knew. My heart knew. He was pushing through all the stuff clogging my

head and forcing me to understand.

“Show me,” I said.

He leaned forward and brought his powerful arms around me. I was pulled toward him

and our lips came together. My eyes closed. For one, two, three—sweet moist warm moments

it felt like exactly what I should be doing with this stranger. Inside of me was a tender yearning

being quenched. I wanted to go with it.

But four seconds in my eyes opened. I wasn’t appalled, but I was awake. Why was I

kissing him? Kissing a man? Kissing someone I didn’t even know?

I pulled away. My words came slow, because I was still feeling that weird drunkenness.

“What are you…?”

“Making you mine. That’s the only way I can save you.”

My mind had trouble putting together the words. “Save…me?”

“Just accept me. I’m trying to make it easy for you.”

That’s what it felt like…getting gently coaxed into doing something I had to. Something

that would save me. I had an inkling, even in my daze, that he really was saving my life. I could

fight it like someone defiant and ungrateful, or I could give in to the euphoric heady feelings. I

could just relax and take this gift.

The man pulled me into my bed with him. He maneuvered us so he was on top of me

and started to unbutton my shirt. Everywhere he touched gave me these amazing tingles. His

body was giving off a strong heat now, and I could hear his breathing.

He attached his mouth to my throat and gave me a soft bite. I got a shudder in my belly.

His mouth was hot and nipping on a sensitive spot. I was sinking deeper into that heady

euphoric feeling. Every touch he gave me just added to the high.

“I told them you were different. Your soul is right. You could be one of us. You could

be mine.”

His voice sounded far away. It was hard to comprehend what he was saying. All my

focus was on his hands pulling off my clothes, leaving tingling trails of warmth wherever they

connected to my flesh.

“I wanted you.”

Those words rang clear. They turned my insides to hot mush. He had my pants off now

and even peeled off my socks. I was as naked as him.

He lay on top of me. The lengths of our bodies rubbed together. We kissed while

embracing with our hot tongues gliding together between the seal of our lips. I was beyond

high now. He had my mind reeling. My cock got stiff and an ache of desire was in my chest. I

clung to him, not knowing where to go with it. His kiss was getting urgent, making me even

more aroused.

His mouth moved to my neck. He gave his soft nip again and then sniffed me. His eyes

rolled back in a kind of euphoric ecstasy. He kissed my neck hard enough to leave a hickey, then

moved his lips beside my ear.

“Will you run beside me, Kevin Lewis?”

My head didn’t understand what he was asking. My heart, my spirit, those pieces of me

inherited from my most ancient kin, that part understood. When I thought of running beside

him—it was on four legs.

“Yes,” I said.

He gave soft bites on my chest, stopping to suck hard on my nipple. My back arched

and I winced from the tingly pleasure stab. My cock was throbbing now. He gave the other side

the same rough suck, and then moved lower. His mouth grazed over my belly. He nipped at my

abs while letting the tip of his hot wet tongue touch my flesh. I started trembling. He had me so

worked up now that my cock was like stone.

He lowered in front of my pelvis and pushed his face against me. His cheek pinned my

hard cock against my stomach. I could hear him sniffing hard—drawing in all the musky scents

of my neither regions. His lips pressed against my shaft while he kept sniffing. Then he was

licking me—right at the spot where my cock came up from my nuts. He licked from there up the

fat anterior vein, all the way to my cap. His hand clasped around my shaft while his tongue

started working over my slit. He was trying to taste me as deep as he could, pushing his tongue

sideways between the lobes of my cock head. I grunted hard. He was giving me shocks of

pleasure right at my urethra. I had to grip the blankets beneath me with both fists. He was

prying in his tongue hard then taking it into his mouth and swallowing. Finally, when I didn’t

think I could take any more, he put his nostrils against the head of my cock and made a long

hard sniff.

I was gasping during the tiny reprieve. He was so intense my whole body felt lit up. I

wanted him to keep on taking me however he meant to. I guess I wanted him to own me.

The man put my cock in his mouth. He engulfed half my length and sucked back with

maddening strength.

“Oof!”

He got my sensitized slit to produce a droplet of dew. He licked that off and savored the

taste for a minute before sucking me some more. This time he took me deeper and didn’t let

my cock free when just the head was in his mouth. He bobbed up and down, sucking me with

this incredible strength. I was grunting out deep moans of pleasure. The man was torturing my

cock with that incredible mouth. I felt like the whole organ was getting pulled up from my body

by the root. My toes started curling and my stomach was quaking. He started going at it so fast

that I yelped. Prickly tendrils of pre-orgasmic ecstasy started emanating from the center line of

my cock. I jerked back my head.

“Uh! Gonna come!”

He popped his mouth off. My dick was throbbing with rapid beats in his hand.

“Let me taste you—drink you.” His voice was raspy with lust.

My face got tense. I knew his mouth wouldn’t show me any mercy. He swallowed my

cock as deep as he could go and started bobbing his head up and down again. My poor

pulsating cock didn’t have any hope of holding out. His mouth was a hot wet vise yanking hard.

I made something between a moan and a whimper and my cock convulsed in his mouth. It was

so strong my back rose up from the mattress. He kept working the spasming muscle, sucking

and swallowing, drawing the sperm right out of my slit. My cock contracted and held it there,

right on that clench of ecstasy, for a count of two. I screamed, and then the muscle released.

My partner had sucked hard enough to lengthen my orgasm.

He let my cock free from his mouth and licked me. I was tender now, and flinched with

every hot swipe of his tongue. He put the throbbing head back in his mouth for a hard sucking

kiss. My stomach muscles squeezed.

He moved his face to my thigh and sniffed at my sweat. “You’re hot-blooded. A good

match for me.”

“What do you…what do you mean?”

“A good mate.”

“I don’t even…know your name.”

“It’s Joel.”

The haziness was still there, making it hard to talk or think, but his name rang clear. Joel.

A human name. I didn’t understand that. Shouldn’t it be something like out of Elf Quest?

Packrunner or Fleetfoot or something?

He urged me to roll over. A little flash of panic broke through the fog my head was in.

He was going to mount me.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

He brought his nose to the small of my back and sniffed. “Don’t you want to be my

mate?”

Oh, yes. I do.

Wait—why would I? What was this ache inside? Why did I keep seeing myself running

on four legs?

Running…beside Joel.

He was kissing and sniffing my back. His cock nudged my ass cheek. Now I had real

panic—it was the fear of pain. I reached up for the shelf above my bed and grabbed the baby oil.

Joel took it from my hand.

He closed his body over me and brought his mouth beside my neck. “Better than spit,”

he said. “Probably not as good as caribou grease. Though when we’re animals we don’t use

anything. We just rub our cocks together.”

I gasped. The whisper caused a shiver of exhilaration to run through me.

He nipped my earlobe. “It’s more fun to do it as humans.”

I wanted to think—to ask questions. Aren’t there any females? How many forms can

they take? How? Why? How long have they existed? I was still too high to articulate anything.

Every question evaporated the second after I thought it.

Joel poured the oil into my ass crack. Now all my focus went back to the sensations. He

was touching the round of my ass cheek, rubbing in the oil while his thumb glided over to my

hole.

I flinched. My body felt hyper-sensitive. His thumb, then his finger rubbed oily circles

over the tender wrinkles of my asshole. It caused this sublime, tingly warmth that brought my

cock back to life. His fingers were working over an incredible cluster of nerves—pressing into

the flesh, lighting me up with ecstatic warmth. My stomach began to quiver.

“Ohh.”

“Oh yes…you were meant to be my mate.”

He pried in a finger. It went in easy. Whatever spell he had me under kept me from

tensing up. I felt no pain—just pinpointed ecstasy. My hole throbbed around his finger, and

each pulse made my legs get weak.

“Fuck—uhn!”

Joel got his middle finger beside his pointer inside me. Again—no pain, but that

incredible throb just got more powerful. He threaded his fingers, opening me wider. My whole

pelvis began to feel warm with pleasure. It had to be his enchantment keeping me from feeling

pain. I was opening so easily for him. It felt incredible. I had my face frozen in a grimace of

ecstasy. My cock was twinging in rhythm with my pulse and there was a stagger in my breath

that made my chest shudder. His fingers went deeper and swirled inside me. Now he touched

my prostate.

“Ah!”

My cock lurched. I was fully hard again. It was toe-curling, mind-blowing pleasure—

almost too much to bear. He had me whimpering.

“Uhn…I can’t take it.”

“You want me to fuck you, Kevin?”

“Ngh! Yeah.”

He took me by my hips and lifted me to my knees. I was now in the position of someone

presenting themself for mating. Strangely my mind thought in those terms for a moment. He

hugged me tight around the waist while huddling over my back. The tip of his cock perked

against my throbbing greased hole. He pressed, giving me this wonderful sensation of hot

pressure reverberating out from the center. Then his cap pushed in and I was stretched to

accept him. I was whispering out these anguished moans of pleasure. He made my ass pulsate

with throbbing heat. Every tingling nerve was lit up. It turned my stomach to water.

He pushed in slow and at an angle. His thick cock mashed right against my prostate.

“Ahh! Yes!”

My thighs were shuddering—it felt so good. He was turning me into a quaking puddle

of goo. Every breath came with a quiver. My cockhead was attached to my stomach now by a

slick dab of precum.

Joel worked his cock in and out, going slow, getting me used to his girth. I must have

sounded pathetic under him. Every stroke crushed into that delicate pile of tingly nerves inside

me. It made my slit clench and my nuts started squeezing upwards.

After several minutes of the slow torture he started to pick up speed. I heard his

breathing get louder and he started grunting. His cock glided through my pulsating ring, mashed

against the pleasure mound, and he got faster. He got to where he was humping me, making

short fast strokes into my ass, while clutching me around the belly. Our skin slapped together.

The prickly heat started back in my cock. I could tell from the grunts he was making

through clenched teeth that he was getting close too. I clutched my shaft and started pulling.

“Oh yeah,” he said, with a deep raspy voice. “Almost—urg!”

His hot seed hit inside me right as my dick hit the first pleasurable clench of orgasm. He

kept pounding and grunting, and I was whimpering in ecstasy underneath him. Finally he froze

with his muscles tense and the last hot gush flowed into me. My cock became rubbery in my

hand. I was doubly spent and heaving with quivering gasps.

Joel tipped us sideways so that he was nestled as the big spoon behind me. His cock

didn’t withdraw, but I was too exhausted to notice. In moments I was fast asleep.

***

I woke up with my heart racing a few hours later. I had to take a quick stock of the

situation to figure out why I was panicking. Joel was in bed cuddled up behind me (no longer

inside me). We were under a blanket together. A dull ache in my backside erased any doubt of

what had happened.

I was no longer high. My mind was crystal clear and everything crashed in on me at

once. I’d had sex with a werewolf in human form. Never mind the fact that I’d had gay sex. We

were past that. I was too hung up on having a monster in my bed.

“You awake?” he said.

I swallowed down some panic. “Yeah.”

“Then listen. Don’t get up. Don’t freak out. Just listen.”

“Sure.” His voice was kind of lilting. It started taking the edge off my fear.

“My pack wanted to kill you. We’d taken over these woods and the game trails. We

didn’t think anyone was ever coming back to this old homestead.”

“Your pack…the dark things I would see in the woods?”

“You know what we are already. I’m not going to go backwards.”

“But how? How can you even exist?”

“One of the older wolves can go over the legends with you. I’m not clear on all of it

myself. It stops mattering when you’re out in the woods running with the pack. That’s not

important right now. The others are going to be here soon.”

“What?” My heart started to pick up speed again.

“We didn’t want to lose this hunting ground. So many humans are coming up and

taking apart our land piecemeal. We were going to fight this time. The easiest thing would be

to kill you, but I’m younger than the others. I lived in the world of men eighteen years ago. I

told them if they killed you it would just bring more humans, more hassle. So the plan changed

to scaring you off. Of course, you had your gun with you most of the time. None of us wanted

to risk getting maimed. We stayed too far for you to get off a clear shot. The only time we got

closer was that time I saw you on the bank.”

I swallowed. So he was that giant beast…?

“You didn’t have your gun with you so I figured it was a fine time to give you the scare of

your life. But then you started masturbating. I got intrigued. Your sweat—you had so much

pain in your scent. You were running away just like a lot of us had. Escaping. And I watched

you and started to want you. Hurt. Alone. Just getting your manhood back. I wanted to take

you into the pack. Make you my mate. Show you what it’s like to truly be free.”

I was mesmerized by the words. I wished I could have gotten rid of all my sane human

hang-ups. Something about what he said appealed to my deepest instincts. I got that vision

again—of running on four legs.

“This wasn’t something the pack would take lightly. We decided to keep watching you.

To learn what you were really about. Our leader said you’d probably come ahead of a family. If

you brought more humans here we’d have to do something drastic. There was no way any of us

could approach you if you had anchors in the human world. The leader said to watch you for a

year and make sure it really was just you. That’s what we were going to do—until you dug out

those traps.”

Fuck.

“You can’t put those things in our woods. We need to run free without the fear of

getting a leg shattered. The rest of the pack wanted to kill you tonight. The lone wolf we had

was going to do it—to get back into the group. He was going to sneak in while you were asleep

and rip your throat out.”

I closed my eyes.

“I asked for a chance to try to save you. I’d go to you as an injured human and finally

find out what you were about. If I could make you my mate then I’d be your sponsor into the

pack. If not…if you were waiting for a family or determined to fur trap, then I’d kill you myself.”

Silence followed. I waited for more, but he’d said enough. I understood. My mind was

roiling in chaos, but my heart felt different. Somewhere else. Maybe that part of me was still

high.

“You’re going to…turn me into a werewolf?”

“Yeah,” Joel said.

The silence came back. I had an ache in my chest. I wanted to cry but I wasn’t sure if it

was joy or sorrow.

“Look at it this way,” he said after a few moments. “You said you needed money for

bullets and gas. You need bullets to hunt as a man. As one of us you don’t need bullets. We’ve

got claws, teeth, and speed. There’s nothing better than hunting with the pack. We’re stronger

than regular wolves. We can leap on the back of a caribou, shift to full were form, and rip out its

throat. Then we haul it back to the den, butcher it, cook it, and eat it as men since the taste is

stronger that way. We never have a failed hunt. Once you get game that way bullets become

obscene to you.”

“Wow,” I said. I pictured it all. He had me salivating at the thought.

“Then you said you need gas. Of course you’re a fool. If you have motors then you have

something that will break, something you have to buy parts for. You’re just knitting yourself

tighter back into that society you said you wanted to escape. What do you need gas for? To get

from point a to b? Turn into your wolf form and run with the pack.”

I got a euphoric shudder.

“You’ll never lose a caribou herd again. You can smell them from miles away--track

them better than any man ever could. Wolves don’t fall through the ice the way men on

machines do.”

“Yeah. I can get that.”

“You don’t lose your humanity either. We still keep this form. Sure, we got rid of our

clothes and live more primitively. It’s a great life. We’re part of nature, not the pillagers of it

like usual men. We still like to fuck, and eat, and talk, and laugh. It sure is nice to have a form

with a thick fur coat when it gets to 30 below though. We have everything in this life.

Everything men of the woods could ever want.”

I felt like I was sold. I almost didn’t need to say another word about it, but I did.

“Why are you…I mean, why a man for a mate?”

“There’s no females. I guess no woman would ever be crazy enough to want this life.

Apparently there used to be some Eskimo females back a hundred and fifty years ago, but

nowadays women want comfort and to have babies in hospitals. We just got used to never

having them around. We don’t need females to breed. Breeding is through initiation. Our

number is about to increase by one because I’m taking you as my mate.”

I brought my lips into my mouth to wet them.

“Is that your only hang up?”

I shook my head. “No. I can be your mate. I could lie and say I don’t want to—but it

would be just that. A lie.”

He squeezed me closer to him, causing warm flutters in my belly. I was scared of that.

Wasn’t this what I was trying to escape? Getting close to someone again? I couldn’t help myself,

though. There was a spark between us, and he was offering a life too tempting to resist.

I kept dreaming about running beside him.

“I know it was fuck first ask questions later—but I knew you were right for me. Being

part animal makes it easy. Your scent told me. You’ll see…when you get the powers we have.”

That excited me too. It wasn’t just the enhanced sense of smell, greater speed, teeth

and claws. This guy had some kind of magic. I wanted all of that. Their world kept getting

better and better to me.

“How do you—how do you turn me into one of you?”

He gave my bare shoulder a soft nip. “You already know.”

There was a rustling at the door. He sat up and I did the same, pulling the blanket

around my hips. My mouth went dry now. Joel didn’t seem scared. I tried to draw on that.

The door creaked open slowly. In front of it was a figure too big to fit inside the door

frame. My eyes bulged. A gigantic silver werewolf was being lit by the fire in my stove. He had

the bearing of a hunch-backed man from the waist up, though covered in dense fur and with

clawed fingers on the ends of his hands. His head was a massive wolf snout with large pointed

ears. This was low on his hunched back, which added inches to his height and was covered with

dense gray fur. His legs were shaped like hind wolf legs, except bigger and thicker than even a

horse’s legs. The clawed paws he stood on could have spanned a dinner plate.

He stared at me with shining yellow eyes a moment, then ducked low enough to enter.

Behind him was another beast, more black than gray, and considerably smaller than the first.

He entered while staring at me. Behind him were six more. Those were as many as my cabin

could fit. I saw others lingering by the open door. I realized the first beast had to be the alpha.

He was a third larger in size than the next largest individual.

The alpha turned his snout to the others and gave a grunt. In a flash of a second they

shrank into humans. I had to blink a few times over the magical transformation. It wasn’t like in

some movies I’d seen where a slow metamorphosis happens. They just went from werewolves

to men faster than you could blink. It was like the huge were forms dropped and disappeared

and men stood in their place.

They had no concern over their nudity. It became a nonissue to me in an instant. I

looked over each man. The big alpha was still the largest man in the room. He looked to be in

his fifties, with wizened eyes, long white hair and beard, and huge hulking muscles. The other

men varied in age. One looked as young as me. They all had a touch of resemblance to their

were forms, in hair color and bearing.

“I take it you’ve mated with him,” the alpha said.

“Met. Mated. Claimed,” Joel said. “This is Kevin Lewis. It’s his grandpa’s cabin. His

wife cheated on him for years and bore the child of another man.” He went on, encapsulating

my story to the others. I kept my eyes down while listening. “He wants to escape the world of

men.”

Everyone was quiet when he was finished. The alpha looked me up and down.

“Is that true?”

I cleared the lump in my throat. “More than anything.”

He snorted and glanced at the others. “If we were to give Joel what he wants, there’d

be no turning back.” He looked back at me. “Once you’re part of the pack you can’t leave, cept

by death. We can’t just let you wander off. It could mean the end of our way of life.”

I swallowed. The alpha struck me as a former military man. He spoke with an air of

authority. I’d never been in a situation where people talked about murder so casually. I would

have thought him a blowhard if I were in the normal world. This wasn’t that world though. I

knew he really meant what he said.

“I can’t say for sure I’ll be happy as one of you. I—I don’t know. I don’t even know Joel,

really, but I know I want to be with him. If you ask me to explain why that is—I really couldn’t

tell you. Maybe it’s like he said. We’re compatible because of our scents, or fate, or some other

stuff. Anyway—I want to try this life. Deep in my soul I do.” I looked for better words. I didn’t

have any. I was yearning for something and this was it. How could I explain that in a way that

made sense? “It sounds like if I don’t join the pack I’m dead. I’d rather live and give this life a

chance.”

The alpha crossed his arms. “Hmph.” He glanced over the other men. “Anyone object

to taking Kevin into the pack?”

The dark haired man beside him scoffed. “Well, you know what I think.”

The alpha grumbled. “Anyone other than this pessimistic fool object to taking Kevin into

the pack?”

No one spoke up.

The alpha looked at me. “You’re in.”

Joel smiled. “Yes!” He hugged me with one arm. I felt relieved.

The men began to clear the room.

“Bite him,” the alpha said before leaving. He closed the door behind him.

Joel turned to face me and ran his fingers through my hair. He was still smiling. I

couldn’t help but smile in return. Inside I was brimming. This was the right thing for me—

wasn’t it? I felt jubilant and bubbly.

He pressed his lips against mine. I tilted and opened my mouth to accept his kiss. It was

so weirdly right—being intimate with this man. He closed his arms around me while our

tongues slid together. My stomach started doing flip-flops. I was like a schoolgirl or something.

I hadn’t felt this kind of infatuation since—well, never mind the past.

As the kiss drew on I started to get a heat in my belly. I wanted him to mount me

again—this time with out any hypnosis voodoo. I wanted to feel everything with him, even a

little pain if I had to.

Joel broke the kiss and stood up from the bed while holding both my hands in his.

“Are you ready?” he said.

I smiled and nodded.

He let go of my hands and took a step back. I was confused a moment, but then he

changed. His body grew in a magical instant into a fur-covered beast. He let me gape at him. I

could still see him. He was still my Joel—just amplified, made more powerful. He had a glorious

black coat and beautiful glistening eyes. He beckoned me with two clawed fingers.

I stood without any fear. The blanket fell from my hips. I stepped into the massive

beast’s arms. He closed them around me, bringing my naked flesh against his warm furred form.

I felt safe in the softness. His giant maw lowered beside my face. He grunted while nuzzling my

cheek. Then I saw his jaw open, and rows of sharp teeth. He stroked my hair a few times, and

when I was ready—he sank those teeth into my shoulder.

There was an instant of pain that made me flinch. But then it was gone. As his mouth

withdrew I saw the bloody teeth marks disappear. I gasped and looked into his eyes. He gave

me a comforting gaze.

Then he stepped back. It was hard to pull free from the warmth of his arms. He tipped

his head at me and grunted. I wet my lips. He wanted me to change, but how? I closed my eyes.

The magic had to be somewhere inside of me. I felt a buzzing in my chest. I focused on it—

making it spread out to the rest of my body.

And I turned.

I looked over myself in shock. I was a glorious brown beast, covered in fur. I was now

eye-level with Joel, but suddenly he dropped. I looked down. He’d turned into a wolf.

I focused again on a tingling I sensed in my shoulders. I spread it out and sank into the

new form. Colors changed. There was more gray now, but could still see Joel clearly. He

bumped me under the chin with his head. I gave his face a lick. I don’t know why—it just felt

natural to do it.

He led me outside. The rest of the pack had turned to wolves also. The alpha was easy

to make out—he was huge even in that form. He yowled and started to run. The others ran

behind him. Joel made an ‘awooo’ sound and took off. I bolted after him.

In moments we were running, side-by-side.

***

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While sitting in class at the start of my second semester at Princeton a small baggy of

cocaine fell out of my coat pocket. The kid behind me sent a text to campus security. They

nabbed me right when I was walking out of class.

“My dad is the CEO at Chase Manhattan,” I said, while seated in their bullshit

interrogation chair. “Call him, for fuck’s sake. He’ll straighten this all out.”

“No problem. We’ll call him,” the female security guard said.

“Good. Because you know you’d have your asses handed to you if you let this blow up.”

In a few minutes I heard the chatter from a cop’s radio heading toward me. The fuckers

had called the police.

I’d hit the NYC club scene in a massive way once I’d gotten to college. To make sure the

doors were open for me at the hottest parties I always tried to have a few grams of coke. The

dealer at Princeton was unreliable. After a long dry spell I managed to pin him down and bought

his whole supply: fifty grams, each in their own little baggies. I figured I’d be good for a while. I

crammed them in my coat pocket and went to class.

This was how my life got fucked up.

It’s a humbling experience getting bailed out of jail by a father who was way too busy at

his job to deal with such bullshit. I told him the same thing I told the cops. I wasn’t dealing.

These were just my VIP passes to the best parties in Manhattan. He was furious, but he knew,

the same as I knew, that the drug trafficking charges would be dropped. People like me didn’t

go to prison.

Except it was an election year, and the economy sucked, and nothing helps a candidate

better in a bad economy than making sure some privileged white kid gets treated the same as

every scumbag out there.

They tried to get me to plead guilty to drug trafficking and take the mandatory minimum

five year sentence for Federal charges. Fuck that! I wanted the charges dropped to a

misdemeanor and to pay a fine. My dad wouldn’t even consider their offer. They threatened to

tack on the New Jersey State mandatory minimum of 25 years for trafficking cocaine if we went

to trial. My attorney said to call their bluff. I wasn’t trafficking shit. Why would someone as

rich as me be selling drugs? He was sure he could get me off.

We lost.

I got sentenced to 25 years at Palville Correctional Facility. Yes, there actually is a

fucking prison called Palville in the ass-crack town of Palville which my dad informed me was

convenient to precisely nowhere. I guess it was his way of saying not to expect many visits.

When you get a sentence this huge you don’t get to walk free after your trial and self-

surrender when your sentence starts later. I was crammed into a crowded sweaty holding cell

attached to the courthouse with nothing but concrete to sleep on and no fucking toilet paper for

the metal thing in the corner called a toilet. Not that it mattered much. I ate hardly any of the

crap they tried to pass off as food.

No, actually, the eight days I spent in this Hell cell was where I got over the shock of

losing the trial and finally considered the prospect of doing time. My stay in the jail showed me I

was not the jail type. First off, I was white and twelve out of the fifteen guys in here with me

were black. Second, I was an eighteen-year-old kid. Everyone else here had at least ten years

on me. Most of them looked strung out, including the two other white guys. The last thing, and

by far the worst, was that I was skinny and short. Weekly cocaine use is great for weight loss

and my family had an ‘aristocratic build.’

“Shit, boy, how you going to save your white ass in prison?” This guy, named Roderick

or something, wasn’t mocking me. He was actually sympathetic when I told him my situation.

I felt like my stomach dropped out of the center of me. The chance of rape had been an

itch of worry in the back of my skull. I hadn’t let it surface until this guy—who looked like he’d

done time—started talking about it.

“Guys don’t really get raped in prison, do they? That’s just a myth people spread

around or—”

“Boy,” this other guy was twice the size of Roderick and so black you couldn’t read his

tattoos, “you better get yourself educated if you’re going to fucking max security. They damn

sure do rape in prison. It’s a regular fucking occurrence.”

“It’s medium security,” I said, despite the stab of shock I felt.

“Medium’s worse! More opportunity in medium. More places to jump a bitch.”

“Shut the fuck up!” said some guy trying to sleep. I didn’t see who.

“Fuck you, motherfucker!”

I tensed up at the threat of imminent violence, but that was the end of it. After a few

minutes my heart rate settled down and I got to go back to thinking about how I was going to

have my rectum torn apart by gangs of diseased monsters who were even worse than the

derelicts in this cell.

My fear turned into a sick delirium over the rest of my time there. I saw myself in the

reflection of the empty paper towel dispenser and realized how shockingly white my skin had

turned. Fear had paralyzed me—made me numb. I wanted to try to turn it into action, but

what the fuck could I do? What could a skinny white kid do to protect himself in prison? I didn’t

have any money here. My dad’s name didn’t mean shit.

I was helpless.

***

The guard acted like he was giving good news when he announced the marshals had

finally come to take me to Palville. Yes, it was Hell in the holding cell, and if my 25 years (not

accounting for good time) was there I would have found a way to kill myself. However, at least I

knew what to expect in that shithole. The only thing I knew about Palville was that I was at risk

of being sodomized. It seemed like I should try to stay in the Hell Cell as long as I could.

I was carted to a local prison where I got my first strip search. They made me hold my

ass cheeks open, squat, and cough. This actually didn’t even upset me. Prior to prison you think

strip searches are the most dehumanizing things in the world. Who gives a fuck? Spreading

your ass cheeks for a disinterested guard was nothing compared to what the real dangers were.

I did it all in robot mode. It’s easy to capitulate to whatever shit you have to go through when

you know that refusal means getting beat down by five guards and getting more years added to

your sentence for resisting an officer. I assumed I’d end up at an even worse prison, too, for

being a troublemaker.

They put me in the smallest orange jumpsuit they had, which was still baggy as Hell on

me. My ankles were cuffed with a chain that shortened my stride to baby steps. My wrists

were also cuffed, but to a chain that went around my hips so that my hands were in front of me.

Then I was crammed into a green school bus with three other white guys and three or four

dozen black guys.

I glanced around only once and spotted a black guy so big he took up an entire seat by

himself. Picturing this guy mounting me added fuel to my self-pity. I focused my stare out the

window and went numb again. The only feeling coming through was the sickness in my stomach.

I would have puked if I’d actually eaten something.

About an hour into the ride I realized the guy next to me was shaking with quiet sobs.

He was a young black guy with a clean hair cut. The men all around us were asleep or looking

through the windows. It was a good chance to sneak out a cry.

I looked at him for a second, feeling confused. That’s when my face stung like I’d been

slapped. No one had slapped me, except maybe reality. What the fuck are you confused about?

You think you’re the only one suffering? I was in a fantasy world where it was me against the

rape monsters. It hadn’t occurred to me that maybe some of the others were feeling as sick and

fucked up as I was. The kid next to me was more human than I was because he still had tears.

It wasn’t all about me.

Epiphanies were for better times and better places. Yes, I knew I had a lot of growing up

to do. Later. For now I was in survival mode. Forget the self-entitled Princeton puke I used to

be. I’d become whoever I needed to be to survive. The problem was that I didn’t know who

that was yet.

When we were dead center to the middle of nowhere the prison came into view. It was

like a castle with long parapet walls connecting to dodecahedron watchtowers. The two fences

we had to go through to get inside looked shiny new. Even the swaths of razor wire topping

them sparkled. We got to the first building of the complex and the bus parked. Guards with

rifles started barking orders at us. We got shuffled in for processing into what was apparently a

clinic. One by one we were brought into an examination room where they stamped our skin

with a tuberculosis test. After that the female worker took out a kit to draw blood. I fucking

hated needles.

“What’s that for?”

“HIV test.”

“What?”

The panic in my face must have sparked some sympathy in her. She spoke while sticking

a vein in the crook of my elbow.

“If you’re HIV positive you’ll get transferred to another prison. You won’t be allowed to

stay in the general population here.”

I should have realized this was good news, since that meant I wouldn’t catch AIDS when

I was raped. All I could think of was why the fuck was she testing me for STDs?

“You…so you…people with AIDS are…”

“Men with HIV are transferred to another prison.” She pulled out the needle and taped

a cotton ball to my arm. “We don’t want people getting infected here, so we transfer infected

inmates out.”

“Infected how?”

She glowered at me. “Through blood or semen. You’re done. Head on that way.” She

pointed to a metal door opposite the one I’d entered.

Guards told us to sit in line against a long corridor wall. The destination this time was

one of two offices handling last names A-M or N-Z. I thought this was where we were going to

get unchained and get our clothes and so forth. As the men left the offices they were still

chained and not carrying anything. This line went the slowest and some of the guys around me

started to complain of hunger. I perked my ears.

“You think the food’s better here than Downstate?”

“Fuck, what do I know about Downstate? But it can’t be worse than Attica.”

“Shit. I heard that.”

“Food here should be top of the line. It’s a brand new prison, ain’t it?”

Was it? Everyone knew more than me. Apparently the bus had been full of transfers.

“That don’t mean shit. Brand new prisons mean they already blew they fucking budget

on teargas tables and fucking riot gear. Feeding us half-way decent shit ain’t even a priority.”

“What the fuck are teargas tables? Shit!”

Oh, good. I wasn’t the only one wondering that.

“Oh Hells yes teargas tables. These new prisons is all about beating a nigger down.

They got teargas buried in fucking capsules all around the yard, too. You even give them a look

you going to be fucking knocked to the ground.”

“Pssh. So that’s how it is, huh?”

“Commissary should be good at least.” This was my crying seatmate. I’d assumed he

and I were kindred spirits of some sort. Nope. He was ahead of the game because he knew the

word ‘commissary’. What the fuck was a commissary? How could they allow someone as

clueless as me into this world? This was cruel and unusual punishment.

“Yeah, they gots to get paid, you know?”

“Long as they got my ramen.”

This caused a few titters of laughter.

“Do you know if we’ll be allowed to smoke here?” a white guy asked this. Apparently

the laughter had built up his courage.

“Naw, man,” the guy with the teargas info said, “you ain’t been able to smoke in prison

for ten years now.”

This civilized answer shocked me. White guys were allowed to talk too? They wouldn’t

be cussed out or threatened?

“Burgess! Ryan!”

I struggled to get up at the sound of my name. A balding black man with a clipboard

waited for me at the A-M office. He led the way in and gestured to a chair in front of his desk.

Then he proceeded with my entrance interview. I got assigned a number, asked about my

medical needs, listed what family might visit, and so on. The important part came when he

asked if anyone in the prison posed a risk to my life or physical wellbeing.

“Yes.”

He pulled a form out of his desk. “What’s their name?”

My mouth went dry. “I don’t know their names. I’m talking about everyone in here.

I’ve never been to prison before. I’m a scrawny eighteen-year-old kid. I mean—look at me.”

He did look, but without sympathy. “Yeah. I see you.” He put the paper away. “Alright,

listen. There’s some bad characters in here. There’s some guys who will probably see you as an

easy mark. If someone gives you trouble, you go to a guard and you tell him. That’s the only

way we can help you.”

Perspiration broke out on my temples. I didn’t know much about prison, but I did know

what he was saying was bullshit. If I got some thug in trouble with the guards then I went from

worrying about rape to worrying about murder.

He tapped on his keyboard. “I’m going to say that you told me you’ve had HIV exposure.

That will get you put into segregation.”

I felt like the heavens had opened up to shoot a ray of sunshine while a chorus of angels

sang a single chord.

“That’s just until we get your test results back.”

“What? How long is that?”

He shrugged. “Today’s Friday. We should have your results on Monday or Tuesday.”

I shrank in the chair, crestfallen once again. Why couldn’t I just serve my whole

sentence in segregation?

When he got up to see me out he called to a guard. “He’s had some exposure. Put this

one in segregation.”

The guard nodded without enthusiasm and gestured the way I should go.

“Shit, no wonder he looks so sickly,” one of the other prisoners said behind me. “Little

bitch has AIDS.”

***

Segregation was a heavenly four-by-eight-foot cell with a bunk and a toilet/sink combo.

The sink emptied into the toilet tank to become the water you flushed with. I was given a roll of

toilet paper, but my shoes and jumpsuit were taken away. All they left me with was my tee shirt

and boxers. The latter I had to drop to open my butt cheeks, squat, and cough again. Then I got

to be alone. Safe and alone, the best situation I could hope for.

Obviously this place was meant to be punishment. I could see why. There was nothing

to look at, nothing to do, and no one to talk to. I got on the naked mattress and fell asleep for a

good two hours. It was thin but clean, and a Hell of a lot more comfortable than the concrete in

the holding cell.

I got woken up by the slot of my thick metal lattice door creaking open. A tray, not

unlike the molded melamine trays in a high school cafeteria, was pushed halfway through to

hover in the air. I sat up feeling like I still had a few more hours of sleep to catch up on.

“Hey, come get your food.”

The gentle tone told me this was an inmate, not a guard. I moved fast to receive the

tray. Up close to the lattice I could look through and see the face of a white guy in his early

twenties with slicked back ginger hair. He had dangling earlobes touching both shoulders with

giant holes, the remains of the huge gauges he’d used to wear. He smiled to reveal a gold tooth.

“What’s your name, man?”

“Ryan Burgess.”

“I’m Donnie Sullivan. You just get here?”

“Yeah. Couple of hours ago.”

“You’ve got AIDS or TB. Know how I know? Cause you get a regular tray instead of

scrap cake.”

I glanced at the tray. There was stuff that actually resembled food in each of the

compartments. The main course was a spaghetti goulash of some sort.

“I’m not actually—you know? I don’t have anything.”

“Oh, I see. They just ain’t taking chances because you look so sick, right?”

Did I really look that sick? I guess eight days of eating almost nothing and nightly panic

attacks had taken its toll on me.

“That’s cool,” Donnie said. “Then you’ll be out of here in a day or two. Don’t sweat it.”

Yay.

“I been down sixteen months myself.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I did time down in Clinton, you know? This place is a Hell of a lot better.”

“Is it?”

“Fuck yeah. I know there’s no cum on that mattress yet. You’re like the second guy

they put in here. Where you from?”

“Um…Virginia.”

“This your first time down?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah you look pretty young.”

My heart was racing. I felt desperate to connect with this guy. He wasn’t too different

from me, right? Sure, he was filled out more, older, and tougher looking, but wasn’t he a mark,

too? He didn’t look destroyed. He was managing. Maybe there was hope for me.

“How are you getting by here? Do you know what I’m saying? I have like no idea about

anything here. I’m scared shitless.” I probably shouldn’t have added that last bit. It just came

out. Tears were built up behind my eyes, but I at least managed to hold them back.

Donnie snorted with a laugh. “Yeah, you’re green as fuck.” He looked away from me.

“Uh oh, shark’s swimming by. I’ll come check you later, all right? I’ll get you something to

read.”

He moved out of view and I heard a metal cart clang away. Depression dragged down

on my heart once again, but there was food and it looked edible. I hunkered over to my bed and

ate my first solid meal since the trial.

***

“You know, it’s just the same as anywhere else. There’s good guys and there’s bad guys.

You’ll figure out who’s who pretty quick.”

Donnie, true to his word, had come back with a short stack of magazines for me. He sat

on the floor outside my cell with his body parallel to the door. I sat with my back against the

wall and my knees bent in front of me.

“Stick with your own race, I mean, that’s a given. It don’t matter if you’re not racist. It’s

just how it goes. Don’t talk to a black guy unless you got a reason to, and if you got a reason to,

keep it short and don’t try to be his friend. Asians and Puerto Ricans are different, I mean, the

ones who speak English. They’re pretty much lumped in with the whites cause there’s so few of

us. Except when it comes to the Aryans, of course. But they don’t care if they see a white guy

friends with an Asian or Puerto Rican. Just don’t get friendly with the blacks. They see a white

guy and a black guy playing checkers—well, you might get a warning because they figure you’re

new and don’t know nothing, but if you ignore the warning you’re going to get yourself stuck.”

I absorbed his every syllable as though I’d just gotten religion. I wished I had some way

to take notes. This was gold, solid fucking gold, and every word was cooling the heat of my

terror by one degree.

“I mean if you work with a black guy it’s fine for you to be friendly with him at work, but

don’t be hanging out with him on your off hours, you know?”

“That’s no problem. I’m more worried about, you know, getting raped or some shit.”

“Yeah, you’re going to look pretty good to a lot of guys who been down a long time.

Shit, I could see Cheeto and Griz fucking falling in love with you the moment you hit the dining

hall. Griz’d probably get on his knees and propose marriage!” He turned away to laugh at the

thought. I didn’t find it funny. “Naw, for real, you got to watch your shit. You got to use a little

common sense, you know? Rape is just as illegal in prison as it is outside of prison and everyone

knows this. Even if a guy is already down for life he doesn’t want to do all his time in

segregation. Everyone who wants you is going to be like, ‘How can I fuck this kid and get away

with it?’ If they try a gangbang you might be screaming and then a shark will come, you know?

For a gangbang type deal they’re going to need to get you alone, where there’s a bunch of them

at once, where there ain’t no sharks swimming. Don’t put yourself in that situation. These

usually ain’t crimes of opportunity. It’s premeditated and they need you fall for their bullshit. If

it don’t seem right, then it ain’t right. Don’t be stupid.”

I swallowed down a hard lump.

“More than likely, it ain’t going to be so dramatic, you know? You’re going to have guys

asking to be your daddy. Saying to you, ‘Hey, you want to be my kid? I can protect you and get

you shit.’ There’s lots of guys in arrangements. Some guys just survive that way. This ain’t a

rape situation. You’re giving and you’re getting and you’re surviving. Some guys get by their

whole time just giving head. It ain’t the worst thing in the fucking world. Unless he starts

renting your ass out. That’s a fucking raw deal. I got no respect for fuckers like that. A boy’s ass

is worth more than a six pack of ramen and an Eskimo pie.”

I groaned as the nausea pooled back in my stomach.

“I’ll tell you the truth though? More than likely one of the Aryans or one of the big gang

leaders is going to call dibs on you. It’s not going to be a black guy, so don’t worry about that.

The Aryans would retaliate because you’re white. If a black guy rapes you he’ll be dead the next

day with his dick cut off and shoved down his throat.”

“What do you mean call dibs?”

“Yeah, so, what I’m saying is one of the leaders is probably going to call dibs and that

will keep all the small-time cons off you. You’ll figure out who it is pretty quick. Hell, I’ll tell you

myself if I see it happen.”

I put my face in my hands. “Fuck.”

“No, dude, actually it’s a good thing. Well, it depends. Fuck, when I got here,

motherfucking Hershel Wright was saying my ass was his. We worked together in the machine

shop and we were cool, you know? But it started getting around that I was going to be his kid,

and I settled that shit straight up. I ain’t nobody’s boy. ‘You’re going to have to rape me,

hardcore, and then you’re going to have to kill me.’ He let it go. I didn’t get collared. We’re still

cool. But you know, now I see he was doing me a favor laying claim to me early on. As soon as

word got out that I wasn’t going to be his kid this big fucker tried to pin me in the kitchen and I

had to jab a broomstick in his sternum. After that no one fucked with me. Now I got friends. If

someone fucks with me they’re going to get retribution. We take care of each other.”

I rubbed my hands over my face and started rocking back and forth like an autistic

person. “I’m not going to be able to fight some big fucker off me.”

“What the fuck are you doing, Sullivan?”

A female guard came into my frame of view. I slid the magazines under my ass.

Donnie looked up at her. “Aw, I’m just making a friend.”

“Now you know damn well you can’t talk to the guys in seg.”

“He’s an AIDS case.”

The woman clucked her tongue. “Why are they sending these people up here? They

know we’re just going to turn around and send them right back to Medical.” She gave his thigh

a light kick. “You still can’t be sitting here gabbing.”

“Just a little while longer, Thibodeau, come on. The kid’s dying.”

She pointed her finger at him. “Don’t be late for count.” Then she walked away.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to go in a couple of minutes.”

I panicked. “What am I supposed to do if some guy calls dibs on me?”

“Just hope its one of the stand-up guys. I wouldn’t want one of them crazy lieutenants

after you. There’s some bad fuckers up in C block who could really fuck you up. There’s a bunch

of stand up guys, too, though. Hershel Wright already got himself a boy, but you know,

everyone respects Ray Harrison and his crew. Bob O’Reilly is a stand up guy, getting old though,

ain’t got much teeth left to his bite. Tin Horse can be mean but him and his crew is solid.”

Donnie scratched his chin. “You know Harrison’s been talking about getting a kid. There’s a

chick here—well, not technically a chick, but that’s what we call guys like that—who’s had eyes

on him, but he won’t get serious with her. He wants someone with a brain in his head. If

Harrison laid a claim on you no one would fuck with you, not even from C block. Harrison’s got

an open line to drugs. That’s heavy power here, plus he’s generous, and him and his crew were

the first ones in this place. They set the whole tone here, you know? He’s got a lot of friends.

Lots of allies. Even with the sharks.” Donnie’s eyes bulged. “Shit—I bet you he’d spot me some

dope if I gave him the heads up about you. Cute as you are.”

My heart started racing again. “I don’t want to be anyone’s boy!”

“Naw, naw—it’s cool.” He started to get up. “Harrison’s not a rapist. This is just you

buying time to get some friends. Get in close with him. Get yourself safe.”

“No. Don’t talk about me to anyone!”

“If he doesn’t claim you someone in C block or one of those crazy fucked up lieutenants

will! You want a swastika carved into your back? Seriously—you don’t know how shit goes

down here. You need friends. Harrison ain’t going to rape you. At least not hardcore he

won’t.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

Donnie was on his feet. “Got to go. Count. I don’t think I’m going to be talking to you

no more. You’re starting to act like an uppity bitch.”

He took off. I buried my face in my hands and let out something between a scream and

a groan. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d trusted the first asshole I met here and now he

was auctioning my ass off to the highest bidder.

***

The silence and the soft bed allowed me to get into a deep enough sleep to have

nightmares. I only remembered the last one: some faceless thug was tickling my throat with the

blade of a knife while I was pinned against the wall. I woke up sure that I could smell his breath,

but I was actually smelling my own stink. A guard shocked me fully awake by banging on the

lattice.

“Burgess, get up. You got thirty minutes to shower.”

The shower episode taught me that I had to get over any notions of privacy. I was put in

a stall with a glass door that everyone could see into, including the guards walking on the

mezzanine across from ours. I was ordered to hand my shirt and shorts through the slot, then I

was given a bar of soap, a single blade razor and a paper ketchup cup full of shaving cream. Of

course, I’d never managed to grow facial hair. The only thing I used to shave was my nuts.

The guard stood with his back to the door appearing bored. If he’d ogled me I probably

would have puked up dinner. I raced to scrub the layer of scum off my skin while wondering

how the showers were going to be out there.

When I was done he slid me a clean towel and fresh underclothes.

“I let you go first since you’re not on punishment,” he said, as though there wasn’t a

mortified naked guy behind him. “You got in while it was still clean.”

The same guard delivered my breakfast later. I don’t know why he did it instead of an

inmate. I assume it had something to do with it being Saturday. The meal was a cinnamon roll,

an apple with a pockmark on it, a pink bag of milk with an injectable straw, and warm corn goo

which I think was grits. This was not food I would have chosen to eat if I were a free man,

however, it was miles above what I expected to get in prison. I ate every bite.

A good night of sleep, a shower, and a food-fueled body was giving me the strength I

needed to deal with my situation. I wanted to talk to Donnie again, reasonably, and find out

what his plan was really going to mean for me. I didn’t want to think any further than that

because then I started making compromises that my brain couldn’t handle.

Maybe he’ll be okay with just handjobs? No, no, no, fuck no.

My lunch was brought by a muscular white guy in his late forties. His hair was shaved

down to a black spikey mohawk with tattoos covering his exposed scalp. If I’d seen this guy

coming down an alley I would have turned and ran the other way.

“Here, youngster. Got your lunch.”

He spoke a lot nicer than he looked. I hurried to receive the tray from him.

“Thank you,” I said, where as normally I would never talk to a guy that looked like this. I

placed a huge amount of value on not offending him.

He took my dirty tray from breakfast. “How you holding up?”

For the love of God, I did not want to have conversation with this dude. I sheepishly

cleared my throat and kept my tone friendly.

“Oh, I’m fine in here, you know.”

He looked me over for a few moments in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.

“Where’s um, Donnie?”

“Donnie doesn’t work today. So, Ryan, I know that dumb fuck Malone just stuck you in

here because you were scared. I know you’re not sick.”

My mouth went dry.

“So what’s the story? This your first time down?”

“Yeah.” My heart was racing. I hated this feeling.

“Don’t know your ass from a hole in the ground, huh?”

“Donnie…told me some shit. I’ll figure it out.”

“I can tell you some shit, too. Donnie ain’t been here but four months. Most of his time

was at Clinton. I been here since the day they first opened that fucking gate.”

I felt like my head was swimming. It was numbness and terror combined. I swallowed

what spit I could and said, “Are you Harrison?”

“Yeah, kid. I’m Harrison.”

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“Don’t be sad, my beauty. I’ll not be so terrible to you.”
The heroes of Lavintia need the mysterious demigod Xenoskar’s help against their enemy,
but his price is the submission of one of their most beautiful members. Will it be the
sweet and compliant Rin-Timber, his defiant and unnaturally possessive older twin
brother Taylen—or both of them?

Lord Xenoskar entered the sunlight of his fortress’ southern balcony. He vaguely

searched for a black cat he’d spied hunting birds, but once outside his new focus became the

birds themselves. If the cat had left, he could still turn one of the birds into a half-human

servant for him. It was spring, so the creatures were likely in the mating spirit. He found that to

be the best time to turn an animal into a sentient partner. They would always be eager to

satisfy his needs.

A crash in the distance made him scowl. He perked his ears to listen for more. After

several moments the stone floor beneath him shook and a booming thud followed. He made a

low sound of annoyance. This had to be coming from the very front of his home.

Soft footsteps tapped behind him. Xenoskar turned. A former sparrow who now had a

human seeming, with soft gray feathers for hair, large black animal eyes, and feathers draping

from her limbs, had timidly approached. Her only garment was a loose blue tunic dress, for the

creatures he transformed had difficulty abiding much clothing. He knew this young female as

his assistant Jitterwa.

“Master, the avatars of Lavintia have trespassed onto the northern courtyard.”

Xenoskar blinked slowly as the words registered. “Are you joking?”

Jitterwa shook her head with her black eyes wide with concern. “They’re fighting a trio

of ogres with goblin armor.”

This gave him pause yet again. Some underworld being must have colluded with the

avatars’ enemies to transport goblin armor to the mortal world.

He was both annoyed and befuddled. The matter had to be addressed by him directly,

and causing him such nuisance was an unthinkable crime. He grumbled and made his way

across the vast fortress to where he could observe the source of the din.

From the northern balcony Xenoskar beheld a tableau of activity in and around his

courtyard. Indeed, the six avatars of Lavintia (a land a good 20 miles away) were trespassing

through the forbidding black thorns fencing his courtyard. Only two of them had crossed his

boundary so far: Daxanna, an overly muscular female who dressed skimpily, and her husband

Dorvan, who had twice her muscular bulk and only half as much clothing. They wore no armor,

for the invulnerability bestowed upon them by the god Helder rendered such trappings moot.

The two shot fiery bolts from their hands into the massive forms of three ogres pursuing them.

The beasts were taller than most pines in his forest and had sufficient girth to bury an avatar

beneath its foot. They wore impenetrable goblin armor that wholly obscured them. The shining

metal with superfluous horns resembled a carapace of a dung beetle.

Xenoskar wished the two avatars in view presented a more tantalizing visual for him.

The woman had a nonexistent bosom and a homely grimacing face. The man had an overly

large forehead not the least bit concealed by his thinning hair. Both were wretchedly tanned to

the point of looking leathery. Even Dorvan’s nearly bare buttocks did not stir him.

Two more avatars, an elderly set of blonds, were spied beside the monsters just outside

his fence. Xenoskar knew of the couple, Jander the Godhand and his wife Leefa the Wise, more

than any of the others. They’d been heroes to Lavintia for nearly four decades. The two looked

gaunt and fervently wizened, yet managed to keep the beasts off balance with their fiery shots.

They appeared to be trying to skirt around their enemies to join Daxanna and Dorvan inside his

courtyard.

“Does it look like…”

Xenoskar realized Jitterwa stood beside him. His little bird servant was entranced by the

battle.

“Does it look like they’re trying to lure them into your courtyard?”

Xenoskar gazed back at the fray. Of course, that’s exactly what they were doing. They

had no hope of breaching the goblin armor. It’s true the avatars were invulnerable to an

immense degree, but they were not indestructible. He knew that many of their predecessors

had been destroyed.

Someone had found a way to make their enemies invincible and in their desperation the

avatars led the creatures here. His master would not abide such beasts trespassing into his

domain.

Xenoskar clucked his tongue in disgust. “They dare try to use me against their–”

A stunning vision of beauty appeared and the words evaporated from Xenoskar’s lips.

This had to be Taylen, an avatar he’d last observed through a scrying pool five years ago. The

boy avatar had been a gangly teenager with jutting bones. Now he beheld a most exquisitely

filled-out vision. His thick golden hair set upon his shoulders in delicate tresses. He was

muscular, with a garb that left his fine shoulders bare, but not obscenely bulked up like Dorvan.

Most of his long shapely legs were bare. They gleamed with a light sheen of sweat. His face had

full pink lips, winsome dark eyes, and exquisite boning. Xenoskar closed his eyes to savor the

rapture such a perfect specimen caused him.

“Oh, what beautiful twins, master,” Jitterwa said beside him.

Xenoskar looked again. Two superb young men were now in view. Their sumptuous

faces and bodies were identical, but varied clothes and hair distinguished them from each other.

One brother had half his head shaved with gleaming locks pouring over the other side. He held

one ogre in a flood of fire while yelling to his teammates. Xenoskar used his magic to hear them.

“Get in the damn courtyard! Move, Rin! Stop dawdling like an idiot!”

Ah. So the one with part of his head shaved is Taylen, and the other, who left his flaxen

mane intact, must be Rin-Timber. A crease formed between his brows. Rin’s ascension to

avatar was something new. Taylen’s father Astor used to battle with the group.

Rin went to his brother and blasted the ogre with him. “Let me help you, fool!”

Taylen knocked him down with a brutal swing of his arm. “I said go!”

Rin wiped his lip with a low growl. “Damn you.”

Leefa ran past them toward the gate with her husband following. Jander helped Rin to

his feet. The three ran into Xenoskar’s domain together while Taylen held off the nearest beast.

His extended barrage of fire impressed Xenoskar. When his powers faltered he somersaulted

after his teammates just before an ogre’s fist could crush him.

The six stood facing the monsters in Xenoskar’s courtyard with their backs to the

fortress. They stayed just out of reach and began to march backwards. The ogres hesitated

before his thorned fence. Xenoskar knew they must have felt the aura of his dark master

permeating the very soil.

One of the beasts still dared to breach his boundary. Xenoskar grumbled. No matter

how pretty the avatar twins were—they still deigned to use him. He’d have them answer for

that later.

A demonic hand, as great in size as one of the ogres, burst up from the ground and

shredded the beast into seven horizontal slices with its onyx claws. The avatars scrambled to

flee from it. Their enemy collapsed into a steaming mound of severed metal and gore. The

remaining two beasts outside the courtyard careened back in terror.

The hand gathered the beastly remains as it submerged back into the dirt, leaving only

blood and ooze where the behemoth had once stood. The ground closed over it, and deadening

quiet remained in its wake.

The avatar’s chests heaved with rapid gasps of terror.

“We can’t stay here,” Rin said.

“We have no choice,” Dorvan said. “There’s still two of them.”

“What will you have us do?” Taylen said, with a note of disdain. “Hide here for the rest

of our lives?”

“We’ll stay here for now!” Dorvan glowered at Taylen. “So long as they’re here they’re

not causing mayhem in Lavintia. We wait, do you understand?”

“I’m pissing myself over that fucking hand,” Dorvan’s wife Daxanna said.

Dorvan squared his jaw. “It could have killed us already if it had a mind to. We’re safe

for now. Lavintia’s safe. We wait!”

The elder female, Leefa, lowered to sit on the ground. “He’s right. We’re in no shape to

keep fighting those things.” Jander moved to sit beside her. “We need to gather our strength.

If Lord Xenoskar is abiding our presence here, then, by Helder, let’s rest.”

Taylen eyed her. “How did you know this Lord Xenoskar would tolerate us?”

“I knew nothing of the sort.” Leefa massaged her weary temples. “It was a gamble, but

we had few other options.”

The others gathered about her and sat. Taylen remained on his feet. The group was

partly obscured by an eave of his fortress, but Xenoskar still listened with the aid of his magic.

“Lord Xenoskar is a demigod,” Leefa said. “He’s the worldly servant of the underworld

god Horreth. He carries out his master’s will so much as the gods will allow him, which is a great

deal. Horreth has an ancient pact with Helder which allows him to have part of his domain in

the mortal world. Horreth is able to rise from the underworld within these grounds and in the

forest around it. That’s why he was able to launch that demonic hand against the ogre.” She

paused to swallow. “I know little of what Xenoskar’s duties are, but as Horreth’s servant he’s

powerful. He has all the dark magic of his master at his disposal.”

“Then he could destroy the remaining two ogres for us,” Dorvan said.

“Why would the servant of that despicable god Horreth ever help us?” Taylen said.

“He already has,” Dorvan said. “He’s abided our trespassing and killed one of our

enemies.”

“I think we only live because he fears retribution from Helder,” Leefa said.

Taylen made a sound of angry frustration.

“Sit, Taylen,” Dorvan said. “Rest. Who knows how long this damnable place will remain

our sanctuary?”

The bellicose twin reluctantly obeyed and removed himself from Xenoskar’s view.

“Did you expect me to kill them?”

Xenoskar started at the sound of his master’s voice behind him. Jitterwa turned into a

sparrow and fluttered away. Xenoskar lowered to his knees. He crawled to his master with his

head bowed.

“I expect nothing of you, master,” Xenoskar said with hushed tones of reverence.

“I considered eviscerating them. Helder’s servants have no right to trespass here. Even

worse, they manipulated me to do their bidding. But those twins…they’re quite lovely aren’t

they?”

“Yes, master.”

“What do you intend to do?”

Xenoskar looked upwards. His lord was a brute seven feet tall and bristling with muscles.

His mighty legs were the shape of the hind legs of a bull. A massive codpiece concealed his

groin, but his back was bare. A thick tapered tail hid his buttocks. His upper body was that of a

man, one with even more muscular bulk than Dorvan, but with black lips, sharp teeth, and pupil-

less demonic yellow eyes. Xenoskar felt Horreth’s hair made him handsome. It was a dense

mane of black, shining like oiled feathers, and draping over his back and shoulders.

“I should like to watch them for now, master. Then I’ll decide whether they deserve

mercy, destruction, or subjugation.”

“You know my preference.”

Xenoskar made himself smile again, despite the tendril of revulsion in his chest.

Horreth gave a throaty note of consideration. “I shall conquer them for you in exchange

for your submitting to me in your playroom. If you wish for me to kill the remaining ogres for

them—that will cost you submission in the underworld.”

Xenoskar forced his voice to remain steady despite the nausea roiling in his stomach.

“You’ve no need to barter for my submission, master. I am yours to take whenever it might

please you.”

“No, my pet. Not like that—for it would please me to dominate you eternally. I force

upon myself the limits you dare not assert. Let me buy your body as I’ve stated. Take your time

then come to me with your decision.”

Xenoskar bowed his head again. “Thank you, master.”

The massive demon crossed the balcony. His gargantuan tapered tail swept behind him.

“Direct your focus on your trespassers, my pet. I shall observe it all from the underworld.” He

left.

Xenoskar kept still several moments in his wake. His arms trembled and nausea in his

stomach would not dissipate. He replayed their conversation in his head the way he wished it

had been:

“What do you intend to do?”

“I should like to watch them for now, master. Then I’ll decide whether they deserve

mercy, destruction, or subjugation.”

“I shall trust your judgment then, my child. You serve me well in all mortal concerns.

That is why I am so pleased to have created you.”

“There is no greater pleasure for me than that of making you proud, master.”

Longing put heaviness in his shoulders that he would not shirk for hours. It seemed

beneath him to be so moved after such a meager exchange, but then, this was the possessor of

his soul, his creator, and the meaning for his existence.

If only things had never changed between them. Then he could endure without strife in

his heart.

***

Some time later Xenoskar found himself in his throne room sulking. He summoned his

scrying pool a few times to check on the avatars. The exhausted heroes attempted to sleep on

his cold earth in the open sun. Their enemies had retreated to a river to slake their thirst, but

were still quite near.

Jitterwa, in sparrow form, landed on the armrest of his throne. He gave her a mild grin

and she transformed back into her more human seeming.

“Master?” she said, with large black eyes of concern. Her dress was magically back

upon her.

“I’m well, little bird. It’s time to do something about these intruders.”

“Of course, master!”

He thought a moment. “Find Bule. Have him coordinate the preparation of the three

large bedroom suites in the lower east wing. I want hot baths to be drawn in each of the giant

tubs.”

“Oh, master,” she frowned. “You would show them hospitality?”

“You’d have me leave them as vagrants in my front yard?”

“No, master—but they used you.”

Xenoskar touched her lips with a soft finger. “I plan to use them, as well.”

Her eyes brightened. “Oh!”

“You shall deal with the kitchen staff. I want a feast prepared. Give the avatars plenty

of water and beer. Order the butchering of a half-dozen pheasants, one for each of them.”

“And cheese and bread and pomegranates, master?”

“That and more. All the fixings. Make certain they are well renewed for me.”

Jitterwa hopped up from where she knelt beside his throne. “Oh yes, master!”

Xenoskar caught one of her arm feathers before she could dash away. She looked back.

“When all is in readiness, go with Bule to invite them in. Do so peaceably, give them no

reason to fear attack.”

She became distressed. “Oh—but what shall we say, master?”

“Merely this: ‘Our great Lord Xenoskar wishes to extend the hospitality of his home to

you. Come with us.’ Then turn and go. Don’t wait to see if they follow. Merely go.”

Jitterwa formed a delighted smile. “Yes, master!”

When she left Xenoskar found Bule with his scrying pool. His lead servant was of course

busy with the management of the fortress. Bule was currently inspecting some of the produce

delivered by Xenoskar’s servants in the woods. He did this in the stables, which Xenoskar felt

strangely apt. The man had once been a horse, and still had the hooves of one with skirts of fur

around his ankles. He was more robust, by far, than his bird servants. Solid muscles and a silky

mane of brown hair had once made Xenoskar presume he would be a perfect bedmate. Then

he’d discovered that his horse-boy had been castrated. Bule had escaped from some bizarre

clan of mortals who were raising horses for meat. Nonplussed, Xenoskar still installed him in the

fortress and found him to be his most able servant.

Jitterwa and Bule set about heeding his commands. While lesser servants prepared the

suites and the kitchen staff embarked on the feast, the horse and bird donned fine costumes of

flowing velvet and exited the ramparts leading to northern courtyard.

Rin-Timber sprang up at the sight of them, causing the rest to do the same. Dorvan

stepped forward so that he would be the one the two had to address. Bule and Jitterwa halted

ten feet before him.

“Our great Lord Xenoskar wishes to extend the hospitality of his home to you,” Bule said.

“Come with us.” They turned in unison to go.

Leefa strode to follow at once. “Thank the gods.”

Taylen caught her arm. “Are you mad? What if it’s a trap?”

Dorvan sauntered quickly after the two. “We follow! He has no need to trap us, fool.

He could have destroyed us easily at any moment.”

Taylen grumbled, but followed.

They were brought to the feast table first. Five of them greedily gulped down their

goblets. Taylen sniffed first, then sneered and drank. Servants brought them many courses as

the meals were prepared.

The elder Jander reached out to touch one of the servers (who had formerly been a

mouse). “Please tell your master we are eternally grateful for his kindness.”

“Also ask him why—and what he thinks to gain in return,” Taylen said.

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Vanquished Knight (Yaoi Gay Medieval Fantasy BDSM Erotica)

Vanquished Knight
A debauched dragon king subjugates a chaste knight who has volunteered to be his
willing captive.
King Caine and his councilor Randell are owed a debt by the mortal king ruling in the
land above them. When Caine sees the knight Jonah he’s stricken by his beauty and
innocence—and then senses something even more compelling about him. Jonah
surprises everyone by accepting his fate as Caine’s sacrifice. He willingly descends to
Darkhelm to be used as the king and his councilor see fit.
An erotic BDSM medieval fantasy with a romantic twist!
THE SAMPLE CHAPTER BELOW STARTS ON PAGE 16 OF THE ACTUAL
STORY

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“Remove your clothes,” I said when Jonah was next before me. “You may not wear

them in the presence of myself or Randell.”

Jonah swallowed hard enough for his throat to bob. Sweet silent tears came from him

as he shed his layers of garments, but there was no hesitation. He exposed his exquisite

manhood as easily as he had his pale arms. Randell and I smiled in unison.

“Now bow. Bow as deeply as you did yesterday, and design an oath of fealty that you

know will be most pleasing to me.”

Before I finished speaking he had thus bowed. There was only I and Randell in the

throne room with him. No one was behind him to behold his exposed anus and testicles. Pity

there was no mirror.

“I wish for you to liberate yourself with this oath, Jonah. Swear to embrace all that

makes you quiver with fear, so that when you do this later you can take solace that such acts are

in service to your sworn oath.”

“I…I swear allegiance to my new king and master, to King Caine.” He strained to keep

the words audible. “I swear to become…all that he wishes of me. To obey him, in all regards, no

matter how severe his demands of me.” He cleared his throat. His final words came swifter. “I

swear this with all my soul…for so long as it pleases my master. By Holy Helder, Amen.”

Jonah gasped and his face lifted enough for me to see he was stricken. I looked at him

very sternly. Randell smothered laughter into his hand beside me.

“Did you just commend your oath to Helder?”

Jonah bowed low again. His voice sounded panicked. “Forgive me, please…it was…it

wasn’t intentional.”

“It was quite a good oath before that,” Randell said.

He handed me one of the implements we’d supplied the room with earlier: a long

paddle, with a stiff handle and a broad blade of loose leather. I took it and rose from my throne.

Jonah lifted his head to peek at me.

“Remain in that position.”

I went behind him and gazed at his pale naked buttocks and fat scrotum at length. Then

I swung the paddle like a pendulum so that the blade slapped against his ass.

“Ah!”

I knew the cry was borne of shock rather than pain. The paddle struck him with easy

flicks of my wrist, slapping and stinging his sweet round flesh until it grew pink. He braced

himself against the floor and bore the torment very well, with his ass high and his head low.

Each strike he acknowledged with a lovely yelp. His toes curled and his fingers clawed against

the hard stone floor. After a dozen spanks his tender ass cheeks trembled. He clenched

involuntarily, forming hollows along the sides of each cheek. I continued in my rhythm,

changing his pink to red. His head turned to one side with a contorted expression of anguish.

He whimpered between each blow and the trembling spread to the whole of his body.

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