by Jamie Lake
At last, he broke the kiss, but this did not break the spell of lust that had me so entangled. I could have resisted. I should have told him no. We'd made a devil's bargain. One kiss and then I could refuse him. Except that now, I didn't want to. I wanted him just as badly as I'd ever wanted anyone. I circled my hips, pressing more of my hard cock into his greedy palm. Instead of turning away, my lips found his throat and I nipped at him playfully.
His reaction was immediate. He growled, low and deep, more wolf than man. He released my cock and brought his hand to his mouth. He wet his palm with long licks of his tongue before grasping my dick again. Japheth stroked me, teased his fingertips along the underside of my aching shaft. More and more precum drooled from the tip, rolling down my shaft and slicking my balls. I wanted him to taste me. Taste what he'd done to me. I hated him and wanted him.
My guilt washed away, leaving me only with need and want. I touched him, I ran my hands up his strong, muscular arms as he continued to pump me. His focus was my pleasure. It was unexpected but not unwelcome. Maybe everything he said was true.
Maybe he'd been watching out for me too. The last shred of my resistance melted away when I looked up at him once more. He looked so much like Buck. His face soft with desire and affection, his eyes, everything about him in this moment made him seem just like his brother. And I wanted nothing more than Buck. I wanted Buck inside of me. I wanted Buck to fuck me, take me. I reached down between us and tugged at my pants. He took the cue and assisted me, peeling my jeans from my legs.
I needed this. And if I didn't have it, I was going to beg. A nasty, little voice in my head told me that's just what Japheth wanted. He wanted me begging and needy. He wanted me to forget all about Buck. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. I'd let him have my body, but he'd never have the connection that I had with Buck.
Japheth's broad, strong hands pushed my thighs apart. He spat on his hand, a string of saliva connecting his bottom lip to his palm. He coated his dick in slick saliva, pumping himself over me so that I got the view of him pleasuring himself. Nothing was more divine as I watched his sculpted stomach muscles clench, watched him hiss through his teeth in pleasure.
He licked his palm again and then his hand was between my legs, in between the cleft of my ass. He slicked my entrance, his fingers circling the pucker of my asshole. He pressed a finger in as he bent to kiss me again. He slid that thick digit in and out of my grasping hole as he kissed me, as he slipped his tongue into my eager mouth. Then, as soon as he withdrew his finger, without any more preamble or warning, he entered me.
Sliding into my ass in one smooth motion, Japheth groaned. “You're so fucking tight,” he growled. His hips pressed harder, stuffing more of his fat, long cock into my tight, little asshole. I gripped the trunk of his dick, squeezing down on it. The burn and ache gave way to pleasure and my eyes rolled back. “Yes,” I murmured, spreading my legs as wide as they would go. “Fuck me.”
He seemed only too happy to comply. Short, fast little strokes stretched me deliciously as his balls slapped up against my ass. They were heavy, swollen, laden with cum. The very thought of his hot, thick cream filling up my ass was almost too much to bear. I almost lost my load right then. I whispered his name. And I thought it would help me somehow, help me think more clearly. I needed to know that I wasn't fucking Buck. No. I was fucking his wicked, twin brother. The enemy.
He gasped over me, rocking his hips, plunging into my tight hole over and over. His strokes were smooth and hard. Japheth buried himself to the hilt and just circled his hips to bring me even more pleasure. I cried out, my lips trembling, my body taut. I could feel my orgasm building, tightening my balls and tingling at the base of my spine.
“Please!” I managed to choke out. I broke my rule. I begged him. And I knew I would do it again before the night was through.
Groaning, he picked up the pace, his hand curling around my dick again. He jerked me off as he plunged into my ass. “Please what?” he gritted between clenched teeth.
“Let me cum,” I said, my voice shaking, broken by my moans of pleasure.
A grin flashed over his face. “Cum for me,” he commanded.
But before I could, I felt his load spurt inside me. It was hot and thick, coating my insides in his cream. I slammed my hips up against his as he buried himself to the base of his throbbing, drooling prick. I felt him throb and spurt. His release sent me over the edge.
My hand grasped at the dirt as I came, my milk shooting in the air and landing on my abs and chest. My cum was hot, almost scalding my skin. A smile of pleasure and satisfaction spread across his sweaty face.
“Today you gave me your body but soon, you’ll give me your heart,” and with that, he kissed me on my forehead. It was a tender gesture and for reasons I didn't quite understand, it broke my heart.
A lone tear streamed down my cheek. In my mind I apologized to Buck, I’d done my all to resist him mentally, but Japheth was too powerful. Even harder to admit was that I'd wanted him to. I'd wanted him to have me, to fuck me. It filled me with regret and shame. I'm so sorry, Buck, I said in my own head. I hoped, wherever Buck was, that he could forgive me because I could barely forgive myself.
Chapter 2
As much as I wanted to forget about everything that had happened in the last day, the reek of guilt, hurt and pain clung to me like a permanent stench that would not go away. What ate at me and stung me over and over again like a million bees, was the thought that maybe Japheth was right. Maybe Buck really didn’t love me. Maybe he only meant to be with me so he could get what he wanted and then what? What would happen after he did? Just like all the others, he would leave me. Forget about me. Or worse.
I couldn’t stand the thought. Had whatever I had to offer been worth that much that he was willing to die for me, to trick me, to make me feel like he was in love with me and loved me for who I was? Was it so damned important that he had to lie to me like that? I realized then I didn't know Buck at all. Maybe all the wonderful things he'd shown me had been an illusion that my love-starved heart had so easily bought.
The thought made my stomach sink. Japheth may have been the Alpha male, but he insisted on feeding me himself. In fact, he wanted none of the other werewolves to be anywhere near me. It was if he were guarding me for himself. He was so greedy with me. I tried to stay objective, but with all the attention, it was hard. He did not want me to be tainted or perhaps tempted by anyone else. And though I told myself I was hurt and there was no way I would have any desire for anyone but Buck, I knew that was a lie. That thought shattered me. What kind of man was I if I could move on so quickly?
These men, these werewolves stank of passion, sexuality, lust and desire. It oozed off their pores. It was in their eyes, the way they looked at me, the way they licked their lips when they caught a glimpse of me. I could see their thoughts, I could smell them and what was worse, I was starting to crave them. They were a forbidden fruit, sweet and overripe. All I could do was imagine myself sinking my teeth in and tasting them.
They had a raw sexuality I’d never seen or experienced before with any of the men I’d ever been with, and believe me, I’d had my fair share. And although they’d never have my heart, as my mind wandered and lingered about, I knew it was only a matter of time before one of them, maybe a few had my body. I seemed to be hard-wired to accept and desire them.
“Are you hungry?” Japheth asked, entering with a bowl of fruit and a cup of juice.
I turned away, not wanting to look at him and be lured back into a compromising position. I was supposed to hate this man, and I was determined to do exactly that. He knelt down and set the bowl of fruit down before me.
“Eat,” he commanded, his voice stern as though he were talking to an unruly, petulant child.
And like a child, I wouldn't turn to face him. I kept my back to him, folding my arms over my aching stomach. I was starving, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
“Eat. Do as your told. You will need your ene
rgy.” There was no hint of the previous anger in his voice, just firm command.
“For what?” I demanded to know as my stomach further soured with a sinking feeling of dread and fear. I chanced a look at him over my shoulder.
For a second, he almost looked ashamed to say, “For later.”
“And what’s happening later …?” I asked.
He lifted a grape up to my mouth, gently pressing the smooth, cool fruit to my bottom lip, “Eat.”
My eyes burned at his and I did what I was told. Truth be told, I hadn’t eaten most of the day and I was completely worn out. As I chomped down one large grape he fed me another and another. My tongue swept over his finger on accident and I fought down the urge to moan and gasp. Just the barest taste of his skin and I was swooning.
He slid the bowl of fruit in front of me. And I couldn’t help but grab the food with both hands and stuff it in my mouth, eating it as fast as I could. I didn’t know when my next meal would be or if it would come again, and I had to eat whatever I could. I did need my strength, I told myself. I would need it to refuse whatever came later.
I looked at him as he watched me, a smile curved around his lips, then a chuckle bubbled out.
“What?” I said my mouth full, my eyes narrowing.
“You eat like wolf,” he said, his tone warmed by bemusement.
“Thanks a lot,” I said sarcastically with a roll of my eyes.
“It was meant as a compliment,” he said brushing my hair back with his fingers and tucking the errant locks behind my ear. I turned my head to resist and he withdrew his hand as if he’d touched a scorching stove. He frowned deeply and looked away. But before he did, I thought I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes.
“Paul! Bring me the bathing supplies,” he commanded, turning his head toward the door. Smaller young men, beautiful men brought in a basin filled with clean water and cloths. One of them I recognized as the blonde kid I’d seen enduring, or more like enjoying, a gang bang with three other, larger werewolves at Buck’s home when they invaded it looking for me. He looked about my age, but I knew he must have been decades older in werewolf years.
“Be gone,” Japheth told them noticing how they looked at me lustfully and recognizing my lingering eyes on the blonde one. They obeyed.
“You are not to look at them,” he snapped.
“Why not?” I asked, my brow furrowing. I couldn't see the harm in just looking.
Clearly not used to being questioned, Japheth scowled at me. “You are not to question me.”
“Why the hell not?” I asked again, finding my courage now that I had a little food in my stomach.
His hand gripped the cloth and dipped it in the basin, wringing the water out.
“Because you belong to me now,” he said. He stated this simply like one would state the sun would come up in the morning.
“I don’t belong to anyone but Buck.” As I said the words, guilt curdled the meager food in my stomach.
“He is dead!” Japheth said raising his voice.
“Not in my heart,” I said, the idea making my nose and eyes sting. He looked at me hurt and anger as if he didn’t like what I had to say, but I didn't care. It was the truth. Buck may have been dead physically, but he was alive in my heart. And I was still his.
“When we were younger, my brother and I were best friends. We did everything together. They could not separate us. But after my mother was … murdered, everything changed.” he said wiping the wet cloth on my face. Again, he was far gentler than I thought him capable of being.
The cold water made me flinch, gooseflesh peppering my skin.
“Do not resist. You smell foul.” He wrinkled his nose at me to punctuate his point.
I knew he was right and quite frankly I needed a bath after nearly 24 hours of fucking.
“Murdered?” I asked softly. I was afraid to -really- make him angry, but my curiosity got the better of me.
“Yes,” he nodded and continued to bathe me as he explained more. “I know Buck must have painted my father as a hero, as an all wise leader. However, he was anything but. He was a jealous man, an angry man, a cruel man who killed my mother in cold blood. He accused her of being unfaithful, but she was not. I knew my mother. I was close to her, closer to her than even Buck, and I know she would not do that.” His face was florid, his jaw tight.
“And he killed her for being unfaithful?” I asked.
“She was accused and he took the side of his wise men over the word of his wife. She was killed in the woods when she was alone. They said it was one of the humans that did it, but I knew that was not true. I’d seen my father do it with his bare hands. Buck refused to believe me. He took my father’s side and I made him promise not to tell father what I’d seen, but he did.”
I looked at the sincerity in his eyes as he told the story. His anger was melting away to hurt. The evil that I’d seen before seemed to have a softer side, a kinder side, a side that begged to be understood underneath it, and the more he spoke, the more I wanted to know. I’d gotten a taste and now I wanted more.
“That does not sound like Buck,” I interjected. “I cannot imagine him breaking a promise.” I shook my head, bewildered, trying not to shiver as he ran the cloth over my body.
He smiled at me sarcastically, “Forget about that facade my brother put before you. I know the real Buck. I thought I knew him then, but as he got older, he and my father became closer. Buck knew what I’d said was the truth but he didn’t care. He knew the closer he got to our father, the more likely he was to become leader, but it didn’t turn out that way. Not at all.”
He looked at me and I looked at him. He appeared to be a totally different person. No longer a shell of evil but a real flesh and blood person with hopes and dreams, fears and desires.
And no matter how I tried to resist the thought, I had to admit, he was attractive to me. He looked down at my hardened cock, it sprung up like it was saluting to him and a small sexy smile spread across his lips. His gaze was all consuming, full of longing and desire and a hunger that was so potent, I shuddered. I hated my body. It betrayed me again.
He lowered his head to my crotch and smelled my balls. “Mmm, you smell appetizing.”
That’s when he kissed my balls, then up along my stem and finally my head. It was electrifying. My eyes rolled back and I couldn't even begin to suppress my groan.
The sensation drove me wild and I moaned jerking my head back which only encouraged him to do it more. Only this time, he opened his hot wet mouth and slid my cock inside. He went slow, perhaps to tease me. He took me in, just the tip. His hot, wet tongue swirled over the head of my cock as he lightly sucked. His hand cupped my balls, hefting them, rolling them gently in his palm. I shuddered again, biting my bottom lip as he continued to tease me. My fingers curled in the dirt of my prison as I hissed through my teeth.
Japheth slid down lower on my cock, more of my thick, hard dick sliding and disappearing between his lips. He drooled on my dick, coating it in a warm film of saliva, getting it all wet. Slowly, slowly he went further until his nose brushed my pelvis. There, he held me in his mouth, buried to the hilt between his lips, while he suckled so hard he hollowed out his cheeks. The sounds, so naughty and filthy, were wet and slurping as he sucked me. Cautiously, I lifted my hand as my head swam with pleasure, and I curled my fingers in his hair.
He rumbled his approval and the vibrations from his growl sent shocks of pleasure up and down the shaft of my cock. I gripped his hair, experimenting, pushing my luck. I pushed my hips forward, showing him without speaking that I wanted, needed more. I wanted to cum in his mouth, make him swallow my seed. I wanted him to look up at me as he sucked me off.
As if he could read my mind, Japheth raised his burning gaze to my face. God, the way he looked at me, as if I were something delicious to be devoured. I moaned again, once more thrusting into his hot, ready mouth.
“That's it,” I whispered, breathless. “Just like that.”
He took the verbal encouragement to heart, picking up his pace. He sucked and slurped down my cock and I felt the head brush against the back of his tight throat. His spit slicked my balls which he was still rolling around in his hand, increasing my pleasure. I called his name without thinking, it just bubbled passionately from my trembling lips. I was going to cum. I could feel my balls tighten, feel the tingle at the base of my spine.
Giving my balls a gentle squeeze, he sucked me deep and long. I was so close, teetering on the edge of an amazing orgasm. Just as I was about to unload in his sexy mouth, just as I thought I was touching the sky, one of the men burst through the room.
there was a cough, an 'ahem'.
“Japheth, I apologize. But please-”
He growled and tore away from me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“What do you want? Can’t you see we’re busy here?” Japheth scolded.
“I’m sorry but it’s important, very important.”
Japheth got up, leaving me craving for more and marched toward the man. “It had better be or I will personally tear your head from your shoulders.”
Chapter 3
I threw my head back and sighed. I was going to get blue balls, I needed to jack off, but something told me whatever they were talking about was serious; was something that could and would affect me. I tried to listen carefully as I heard their muffled and gruff voices.
I tried to sit up but the chains that seized me kept me from doing so. I had to get out of these, I thought to myself as I turned my head toward the exit trying to listen in.