Pack Initiation

by JC Holly

  From where they were sitting, they could see across the tops of the lower trees and on into the hills and grasslands. The view stretched on uninterrupted by civilization for as far as Paul could see.

  “I first came up here ten years ago,” he said. “I needed a long run, so I ditched the clothes in a tree and just kept going. I found this place after stopping for a breath after that hill. It hasn’t changed in all that time. Well, other than this stump.” He smirked. “It blocked my view.”

  “You hellion, you.”

  “Took a long time to shift it, I can tell you. It was worth it, though. I planted a few trees elsewhere to make up for it.”

  Darren smiled and turned back to the landscape. “It’s a hell of a view.”

  “Sorry there are no fireworks or puppy dogs. I’ll bring some in my pack next time.”

  “Next time? What makes you think I’m pedaling up that hill again?” He laughed. “I brought my camera. I can just take a shot or two and look at it from the comfort of my own sofa.”

  Paul grinned. “I’d better up the incentive, then, hadn’t I?”

  As Darren watched, Paul unfastened his shorts and slid them down his thighs. His boxers already strained from the bulge of his thickening cock. He slid his thumbs under his waistband and removed the second barrier of cloth, exposing his cock to the bright day.

  Darren glanced around for a moment, and Paul laughed. “If someone sees, someone sees. Lose the Lycra.”

  Darren took a breath, then did as he was told. Paul watched, stroking his cock as Darren dropped his shorts and then sat beside him.

  “Very nice.” Paul reached over and ran a hand over Darren’s thickening length. “Stroke it.”

  Keeping time with Paul, Darren began to stroke his cock. On each stroke he brushed the cockhead with a thumb, before lowering his hand on the shaft. Paul matched the technique, and Darren smirked.

  “Hey, quit copying me.”

  “I’m gonna do more than that soon enough.”

  “Yeah?” Darren licked his lips. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”

  Paul leant over and kissed the man softly on the lips, savoring the taste. “Well, first of all I’m going to make you take the rest of your clothes off. Then you’re going to bend over this stump, and I’m going to slide my cock into your ass.”

  “Yeah?” Darren’s fingers sped a little on his cock.

  “Also, a little-known fact about Weres is that we’re immune to every illness on the planet, so I’m going to fuck you bareback.” Paul grinned at Darren’s excited expression. “And then I’m going to fill you so full of cum that you’ll drip for a week.”

  Darren moaned and jumped to his feet. “Do it. Do it now.”

  Paul smirked and tried to maintain his own feeble grasp on calm. “Now, now. What did I say came first?”

  Darren’s hands shook as he reached for his thin windbreaker. The guy was hornier than Paul was, he thought with growing excitement. The jacket hit the floor, closely followed by the shirt, leaving Darren standing naked, other than his shoes. It was the first time that Paul had seen him naked, and he was impressed. Most Weres eventually developed a great physique as their muscles naturally grew, but Darren had a swimmer’s body. Lean and quick. His nipples stood to attention in the stiff wind, and they weren’t the only part of his body doing so.

  Paul stroked his cock to keep it ready, though he barely needed to bother. He was still hard as a rock. He stood and took a quick glance around, then motioned to the stump. Darren walked over and dropped to his knees, bending over the stump, his elbows and forearms resting on the top.

  Paul stepped behind him and lowered himself to his knees. He placed his hands on either cheek of Darren’s ass and spread them, revealing his asshole. He moved in close and blew softly. Darren flinched, then relaxed. Paul repeated the action and then followed it up by running his tongue slowly around Darren’s ass.

  “Shit,” Darren hissed.

  Paul continued to stroke his cock as he worked, though did so slowly. He didn’t want to rush this. Not yet, anyway. Darren squirmed, and Paul steadied him with his free hand on the small of his back, then slid it back down onto Darren’s ass. He moved his head away and brushed a finger over Darren’s wet hole. He tensed again, then relaxed as Paul slid the first two joints of his index finger inside him. He slipped it back and forth, massaging and probing. He joined the first finger with a second, and Darren shifted his weight as he adjusted. Paul chuckled.

  “If this is too much, we’re going to have a problem.”

  Darren moaned softly. “I can take more than you can give.”

  “That a fact?” Paul slapped Darren’s ass. “Sounds like a challenge to me.”

  He stood and walked over to his pack and pulled out a bottle of lube. As he walked back over, he clicked the cap open and closed. Darren turned to look, but Paul remained just out of his vision.

  “Are you ready?” Paul said as he rubbed some lube on the head of his cock.

  “God, yes.”

  Paul closed the distance and dripped a small amount of the lube on Darren’s asshole, then pushed the head of his cock against it. “Doesn’t seem to be much room…” He pulled away again. “Maybe I shouldn’t.”

  “Don’t you dare,” Darren said, looking over his shoulder. “I know where you live.”

  Paul laughed. “No you don’t. Still, you’re right. Why deprive myself of fun.”

  He pushed his cock back into position, then applied pressure gently. He felt Darren relax, and his head slid inside him. Darren moaned softly, and his fists clenched, but he didn’t tell Paul to stop. Slowly, Paul pulled his cock out again, before sliding inside once more, relishing the sensation of pressure on his cock.

  “You’re so tight,” he muttered.

  “You’re so big,” Darren groaned. “Don’t stop.”

  Paul slid farther inside, resisting the urge to push all the way in. He pulled away again, then back in, increasing the depth each time. Darren began to push his hips back against Paul, increasing the thrusts. Paul slapped him on the ass.

  “You’ll take what I give you.”

  “Then give me more,” Darren hissed.

  “If you insist.”

  Paul slammed his cock into Darren’s ass, and Darren cried out in response. Paul slapped him on the ass again, harder this time.

  “Louder,” he growled. “Let everyone hear.”

  Darren did as he was told, and Paul rewarded him with another slap on the ass, before gripping his waist in both hands and railing him with his cock. Again he slammed his cock inside Darren, pushing in so far that his balls slapped against flesh. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed on, fucking Darren so hard and fast that he didn’t know how long he could last.

  The sensation was incredible. Darren was so tight, and yet he took Paul’s cock with relative ease. The man groaned and slapped his hands on the tree stump.

  “Fuck me, Paul!” he cried out again. “God, that feels great!”

  Paul kept up his fast pace, and this time when Darren pushed back against him, he didn’t stop him. He wanted the feeling to last forever, but already he could feel the end nearing. Darren was groaning, too, and clawing at the stump, no doubt fighting the same urges.

  The moment approached quickly, and Paul pumped into Darren for as long as he could bear, before pulling his cock out. He reached down and turned Darren over on the stump, and he immediately grabbed his own cock.

  Both jerking hard, Paul closed his eyes and fought for those few extra seconds. Darren’s cry took him over the edge, and with a grunt Paul opened his eyes and came hard, just as Darren did the same, their cum mixing on Darren’s panting chest.

  “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

  Darren grinned. “Funnily enough, I’ve been wanting you to do it, too.”

  Chapter Eight

  The ride back to the truck wasn’t quite so comfortable for Darren, for obvious reasons, but he e
njoyed it nonetheless. The trip was mostly downhill this time, and he spent most of the time coasting and enjoying the company and the scenery.

  He hadn’t realized it, but he’d been worried about the sex at first. There had been more than one past relationship that had stalled, or even ended, because of bad sex. He was no slut, but it was a damn important part, and thankfully Paul had passed with flying colors.

  Unfortunately, now that the sex was out of the way, he couldn’t distract himself from the upcoming meeting. Paul had said it was that evening at the bar, and Ethan would be in attendance, along with Avani and a couple of other potential members. Paul had assured him that it was informal and nothing would be required of him, but it didn’t help.

  In his life, not including Gabriel, he’d spoken to two Weres, Paul and Avani, and he didn’t know Avani at all. She was a good friend to Paul, which brought another worry. While he didn’t give a damn if Robby and Paul got on or not, he wanted to give a good impression with Paul’s friends, and the only time he’d met Avani he’d run from the bar and knocked over a bouncer in the progress.

  Paul’s voice brought him from his musings.

  “Sorry?” Darren asked, turning from the view to glance at Paul.

  “I said you seem distracted.” Paul laughed. “And you just proved me right.”

  Darren shook his head and smiled. “Worrying about tonight is all.”

  “Nothing to worry about, I promise. It’ll just be a little informal chat where Ethan and Avani will explain the basics and answer any questions you and any other potentials that show up may have.”

  “And what if they think I’m a huge tool because I don’t know a damn thing about being a Were?”

  “They won’t. Everyone was new once.”

  Darren nodded, but wasn’t convinced.

  An hour later they were back in the truck and heading back to Paul’s place for a shower. Darren was still sticky from a mix of sweat and sex and couldn’t wait to get under the hot water. He was also curious to see Paul’s place.

  They headed down into an underground parking lot and pulled into a numbered parking space. Paul left the bikes in the truck, since the place was secure, and they headed up in an elevator to Paul’s apartment. The doors opened on a bright and wide hallway with only three doors leading from it. Paul led the way.

  “So,” Darren said as they walked. “What was your first experience with a pack like? Ethan’s is your second, right?”

  Paul grimaced. “My first pack wasn’t the best. In fact, it was far from the best. Being young, though, I didn’t know that. Thought they were all the same.”

  He walked to the farthest door and unlocked it, moving aside so Darren could step in first.

  “Wow.”

  Darren had expected it to be something modest, if well maintained, and he was very mistaken. Open plan, other than two doors that he assumed led to bedroom and bathroom, the place was an expanse of dark hardwood. Thick fur rugs took up a third of the floor space, placed in the higher traffic areas like next to the couch and by the counter that took the place of a dining table. Small lampshades hung from long cables that connected to the high ceiling. In the night it was probably just as bright as the day.

  “It’s beautiful,” Darren said as Paul closed the door behind them.

  “Thanks. It’s taken me a long time to get it how I like it. Worth every hour of overtime.”

  “I’ll say.”

  Paul gestured to the closer of the dark wooden doors. “The bathroom’s in there. I’ll join you once I’ve checked my emails. Big contract going through.”

  Darren headed off to the bathroom as Paul made for the small office area in one corner, and opened the door. The bathroom was small but perfectly designed. He shed his clothes and stepped into the shower and washed the day from his aching muscles.

  * * * *

  Paul stepped out of the shower and handed Darren a towel from the rail before grabbing himself one and heading back out into the living area. He wrapped the towel around his waist on the way and then dropped onto the couch. Darren did the same.

  “So, you were talking about your pack?” he said.

  Paul nodded. He’d hoped Darren had forgotten. “It was a cruel pack. They modeled themselves on wild wolves, so you can imagine how brutal they could be at times.”

  “Yeesh. So you quit fast?”

  “Like I said, I was young and headstrong. I thought that that was how it was done, so I embraced it. I was an enforcer there, like I am in Ethan’s pack. Big difference, though.”

  Darren frowned. “Like how?”

  “Well, in Ethan’s pack I’m more of a police officer. If someone does something they shouldn’t, I apprehend them and bring them in for a meeting. In Gabriel’s pack, though—”

  “Wait, Gabriel?”

  It was Paul’s turn to frown. “You know him?”

  “Swarthy-looking guy. Dark hair. Thinks he’s something special?”

  “That’s him.”

  “I completely forgot to tell you. Before we went out I went for a run. He tried to recruit me.”

  Paul’s stomach lurched. “What did he say exactly?”

  Darren rubbed at his wet hair. “It was nothing specific, just that he wanted me to be part of something great, and that his pack was looking for new members.” He chewed his lip. “From your expression, I’m guessing that he’s bad news.”

  “The worst.” Paul sighed. “Still, he was on Ethan’s turf, so he was on his best behavior. He’s not strictly allowed to recruit on another pack’s territory, but it’s easy for someone to claim they didn’t realize.”

  “So you’ll have to tell Ethan.”

  “I’m not sure. I’ll definitely have to talk to Gabriel, though.”

  The conversation quieted for a time. They chatted a little about the ride, and joked around about the sex, and within a few minutes they were back to laughing. Paul couldn’t get Gabriel out of his mind.

  The man had known exactly what he was doing. It wasn’t a chance encounter, and even if it was, Gabriel would have smelled Paul all over Darren. After the meeting he’d have to go and have a word in the man’s ear.

  * * * *

  The night was closing in as Darren pulled into the parking lot of The Wolfpack. Paul had dropped him off at home so he could grab a change of clothes, and they’d decided to use separate cars, since Paul had to head straight out after the meeting. He’d been distant on the drive to Darren’s place, and it had Darren worried.

  When he pulled into the spot next to his car, though, Paul was back to his usual smiling self.

  “Ready?” he said as he jumped down from his cab.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  Paul took Darren’s hand and squeezed. “Relax. It’s just a friendly chat. Nothing more.”

  “Promise?”

  He smiled. “Promise.”

  Darren nodded and took a deep breath, then headed to the door.

  The throb of music could be heard from the back rooms of the club, but Darren wasn’t in a dancing mood. Avani appeared a moment after they closed the fire exit—blocking off Darren’s escape—and she led them into the club, then up a flight of stairs to a small office. The door was frosted glass, and Darren could make out a large shape in the room. Ethan.

  Avani knocked, and a deep voice came from the office, telling them to come in. Paul squeezed Darren’s hand again and smiled, then headed on inside.

  Ethan was sat behind the small wooden desk, a folder of papers open in front of him. As the door closed behind the three, he looked up and smiled wide.

  “Paul, nice to see you. And you must be Darren.”

  Darren stepped forward and shook the proffered hand, relaxing as the big man smiled once more. “Nice to meet you, uh…Sorry, I only know your first name.”

  “And that’s all you need.” Ethan sat again and gestured to the two chairs on the other side. “Take a seat. Avani can stand.”

  “Or Avani can sit on your desk
,” she said as she did so. “Avani has been on her feet all damn day.”

  Paul laughed and took up the remaining chair beside Darren. “How’s business?” he said, nodding to the papers.

  “Good for the time of year.” Ethan moved the folder to a drawer. “Conor’s a lifesaver when it comes to keeping track of the outgoings and all that.”

  “Good in the sack, too, from what I hear,” Avani said with a smirk.

  “Anyway,” Ethan said loudly over Paul’s laugh. “That’s not what we’re here about tonight.”

  Darren swallowed. Suddenly he was the center of attention. “A–Aren’t there supposed to be more coming?”

  “Nope.” Avani shrugged. “Not many have been turned lately, I guess. Just you, cutie.”

  “Speaking of that,” Ethan said. “Paul informs me that you were turned overseas by an old Were and against your will. Is that right?”

  “Yes.” Darren quickly went over the little he knew. “I didn’t realize what I’d become until I got home.”

  Ethan nodded. “If the Were had been local, we could have done something about it. I’ll try reaching out to the packs in that area, though I doubt anything will come of it.”

  “Thank you. I’m happy with the way I am, but I’d have preferred to be asked.”

  Ethan chuckled. “I’m sure.”

  “I was turned in the same way.” Avani rolled her shoulders. “Got my own back, though. The bastard still howls at the moon, but he does it falsetto.”

  Darren laughed along with the others and felt himself relax. It wasn’t anywhere near as bad as he was expecting.

  “Now, our pack is pretty casual,” Ethan said. “We do have some required meets for airing of issues, and we do have some rules, but there’s nothing special in there. They boil down to ‘don’t be a dick’.” He poked Avani in the back. “This is my second-in-command. If I’m indisposed, she’s in charge. She’s also the head of the enforcers, the group that your boyfriend was recently promoted to. If I want the enforcers to do something, I tell Avani and she deals with the details.”