“Grab it, like that, yeah, good boy,” over and over he repeated himself trying to spur me on to take action and yet he didn’t give me chance, I knew he was the kind that liked to be in control so I let him have it.
“Get on your knees.” I couldn’t disobey him so I dropped to the floor, looking at the wall of flesh that was vast approaching and preparing for intense jaw-ache.
As he pulled his member out of its cage it sprung up gleefully and eagerly, I’d never seen Josh so excited about anything other than football and food. He smiled down at me, lifting my chin with his hand so that I was looking up. I could tell he was loving this, loving being in control and having me do whatever he said, I never thought myself a submissive person before but Josh was definitely dominating me.
“Open wide.” He was almost patronizing but his sexy masculinity kept that deep, serious tone in his voice.
I opened up my mouth, prepared to take him nice and slow but Josh had other plans. He immediately rammed himself into me so that I was choking on his manhood, my eyes watered and I couldn’t stop myself from gagging, as he pulled away with a smile on his face I felt myself dry-heave and Josh laughed.
“I thought you could take it.” He was mocking me, trying to humiliate me to fulfil his sadistic needs. It was psyc-101; he took pleasure in dominating me.
The only thing I could do was prove that I could take whatever he threw at me, which was the only way to ensure my body kept him interested and maybe I’d gain a little respect from my friend. Without hesitation I took him back in, forcing his entire length down my throat and making sure he knew I could handle it. I moaned and mumbled and began to touch myself as I moved my head backwards and forwards, Josh eagerly ran his hands through my hair and took control, thrusting his hips and holding me steady so that I had to take it all the way.
I felt the water dripping from my eyes as I was forced to devour Josh’s entire length. He began to shout out like it was a sporting event -
“Yes, take it, take it!” You could tell he loved the sound of his own voice.
As his grip tightened in my hair and his thrusts become semi-violent I had to force myself out of his grasp and was left gasping for air on the floor.
“You did well,” he mumbled before getting down on the ground with me, placing me on all fours and pulling down my trousers so just my behind was bare.
I could feel him rubbing his saliva into my hole before gently placing his stiff dick between my cheeks.
“Wait!” I cried out, still catching my breath and trying to urge myself to go through with it.
Josh stopped, his hands falling onto my hips and his pole sliding up and down the gap.
“What’s wrong?” I could feel him wanting to thrust, I could tell he wasn’t going to go easy on me for long and so I knew I just had to deal with it.
“Gently, okay?” He laughed the moment I said it, I knew it wouldn’t work.
I braced myself as I felt the tip slowly slide into me, that first part was like a sharp sting and the rest was an ache that goes deeper and deeper into you. By the time it goes all the way in you feel a tingling begin to creep around your front, it gets stronger and stronger with every thrust until you can’t help but touch yourself in joy and beg for more.
I found myself enjoying his tearing into me more than I had expected,
“Am I hurting you?” He asked, hoping that the sting brought me a little pain so that he could take pleasure in it.
“Harder!” I don’t know what had gotten into me – apart from Josh, I felt the sharp pain of the thrusting but the intense pleasure overwhelmed me. I wanted more; I needed more.
Josh stopped for a second to take in my reaction, not the one he was hoping for but he did laugh at my eagerness as I pushed back into his dick, trying to feel that pulsating throb even deeper inside of me. He told me to beg for more, he told me to cry out and tell him he was the best I’d ever had; I did exactly that because it was true and I wanted more. I cried and moaned and screamed for him to spill his seed deep in my body because nothing else mattered in that moment.
My nails sank into his wooden floor, trying to keep my body steady as the heat from the fireplace caused my hair to stick to my head and droplets of sweat to leak down over my ears. I could feel myself getting closer and closer and Josh drilled me harder and harder. I couldn’t hold on much longer and with a single, last cry I shot my load out onto the floor and felt my body fall soon after; Josh’s hands kept my behind up in place however because he wasn’t quite finished with me yet.
After my climax the aching pain seeped back from Josh’s penetration, my pleasure had subsided and I had to endure the extremely gifted dick digging deeper and deeper into me without hope of another release. I let Josh have his sadistic pleasure, I told him it was stretching me, it hurt me, it stung and I couldn’t take much more. Those words brought him right to the brink of exploding and then I felt that warm, creamy seed fill me up and drip back out with a very satisfied looking Josh pulling away with a smile on his face.
I had no idea what was going to happen next but I knew one thing – I’d finally found happiness.
--THE END--
Two Moons
Kyle and Alex are both omega wolves left in a disease-ridden world. They’re in search of food, water and an Alpha to lead them once more. However, on a solo mission to scout the area Kyle discovers a rogue Alpha in a lair not far from the one he was living in. The Alpha agrees to let Kyle take some supplies on one condition – the two of them have to mate. It’d been so long since the Alpha had seen a beautiful, slender, blonde young omega like Kyle and whilst he usually went for women he couldn’t resist his urges. Kyle gulps heavily, how far will he go for the food and water he craves? That’s when the Alpha makes his move and suddenly Kyle finds himself enjoying a new kind of pleasure.
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Earth had changed since the viral outbreak that had been wiping all werewolves off the planet.
A few hundred years ago a second moon rose over the clear blue sky of Earth and eventually every human being evolved to their next stage – the stage of the werewolf. They were divided into feminine looking Omegas, independent Betas and masculine Alphas. The world had gone on by the werewolves breeding, producing stronger wolves for their packs each time. Then a meteor crash landed and with it, it brought devastation to the planet. An airborne virus that couldn’t be fought off.
To make matters worse the virus was made up of thick spores that covered the two moons that allowed wolves to change between their natural state and wolf forms meaning they didn’t have their enhanced healing abilities to help them nor did they have their superb vision to make their way through the desserts that had formed because of the virus.
Earth had changed and it wasn’t going back any time soon.
“How are you doing?” Alex called out, crawling out of the cave and falling on his stomach into the sand-dirt mixture.
Kyle knew time was running out for them both, they’d both swallowed too many of the red spores to be able to continue the way they had been.
“It’s okay, the dust has settled a bit!” He called out to Alex.
He helped Alex up and put a hand on his shoulder, he may have only been an Omega level wolf but he had to take charge of the pack they’d formed together.
“I’ll get us through this Alex, I promise,” he said with a smile.
“Even if it means it’s just you and me against the world?” Alex asked.
“Even so,” Kyle replied.
Alex looked at Kyle, his blonde hair and slender, smooth frame were all that of an Omega. He was every Alpha wolf’s dream. A young man ready to burst and still a virgin too. If times weren’t so hard Kyle would be ready to accept an Alpha as his mate and produce a new line for his pack however that was a future that was taken away from him along with the rest of the world.
“How did it come to this?” Kyle muttered to himself.
He was the weakest in the food chain of werewolves, the
y both were and yet somehow they’d made it this far.
“Where are we going Kyle?” Alex asked as he gasped, the spores were heading this way in a harsh gust of wind.
“I don’t know,” Kyle responded as he saw the oncoming danger, they’d both inhaled too many as it was and Alex was much further along the infection than Kyle was. He couldn’t take any more and Kyle knew it.
Alphas and Betas were dropping like flies around them but when the airborne virus was first noticed Kyle rushed to his best friend’s side, grabbed him and delved deep into Earth’s ground into an old lair that their former Alpha used to reside in. Kyle had kept them alive for months but now time was running out.
“I don’t know how much I have left in me,” Alex said as he struggled to stand.
Kyle knelt by his friends side. “
“Don’t say that!” He screamed.
“I can’t lose you, not you too!”
Kyle had lost everyone – they both had. Ever since the meteor everyone on earth had been dying one by one, it wasn’t a pleasant sight to behold. Every time they left the lair to find more food they noticed another body, some were just children who had gotten lost in the dessert and others were powerful Alpha’s who had survived their pack only to starve to death on the surface of Earth. The planet wasn’t the same any more.
Alex looked at Kyle and smiled, he didn’t believe that either of them could make a difference but he admired Kyle for trying despite only being an omega wolf. The lowest of the low with his smooth, short and weak frame.
“You won’t lose me yet,” Alex laughed.
Betas often sported hairy arms and legs with dark colored locks on their head and somewhat defined bodies whereas Alphas were always the tallest, most muscular and hairiest of them all.
“Perhaps there’s an Alpha out there, or a Beta…” Kyle muttered to himself.
Most Alphas would let their thick, dark hair grow, keep their faces shaven to a stubble but sport their chest hair with pride. It had been a long time since Kyle had come across a rogue Alpha but they were usually deadly – and now all of them were rogues in one way or another. They were often cold towards the Betas and even colder towards Omegas but this didn’t stop them from mating with the lesser species.
“I don’t think I can make it Kyle, you need to go on without me,” Alex fell back to his hands and knees, his head barely out of the cave and his claws dug into the dirt.
Kyle looked across the dessert that once held water and trees, he knew of a pack that lived in cave but it was half a day’s walk.
“Maybe they have food, or water, or both,” He mumbled to himself before looking back down at his ill friend.
“Alex, Alex!” He shouted and shook Alex as his eyes began to fall shut.
“Alex, listen to me. Go back under ground, it’s too dangerous for you up here, you need to get away from these spores or they’ll kill you!”
“I guess you’re right,” Alex replied.
Alex didn’t take much convincing; he knew that he would only slow Kyle down or die along the way.
“Just be careful out there,” he said to his best friend.
He was in a much worse condition than Kyle. The virus affected the individual differently, some died within minutes of inhaling the spores whilst others could last months without any symptoms. The only thing Alex and Kyle had come to learn was that fresh water and a healthy diet seemed to slow the infection and treat the symptoms but they knew it was only prolonging the inevitable.
“Okay,” he grunted as if he was being punished for being sick but he knew that Kyle was only looking out for him. He was an Omega taking on an Alphas role and Alex admired him for that. He may have lacked the strength but he had enough determination to take charge in their time of crisis.
“Kyle, wait!” Alex called out.
“What is it?” Kyle asked.
“If you see an Alpha out there….” Alex began coughing, he could barely string a sentence together anymore and being on the surface wasn’t helping his condition.
“Be careful, they’re dangerous without a pack to keep them humane.”
“I know,” Kyle replied with a fake smile to reassure his friend but he was terrified inside.
Alphas were leaders; they were the masculine, muscular, tallest and most deadly of wolves. Kyle and Alex had both been serving an Alpha for most of their lives until the virus came and wiped out their entire pack. Usually the Alpha survives disease the longest but in this case the Alpha was first to die, leaving the omegas to fend for themselves and without any one to take control they each fled and did their own thing resulting in most of them dying. Kyle had survived because he had the instincts it took, he knew that the spores were the cause and that they wouldn’t get underground so he took Alex and they made sure to go as far down as possible. Kyle told them to follow but they were all stubborn, they told him he wasn’t an alpha so he didn’t have a right to lead and yet he was the only one left standing. A part of him wanted to shout told-you-so but he knew that their fate was too cruel to mock. They’d fled and they’d died. Now he and Alex were alone for all they knew.
The Alphas were responsible for leading each pack of Betas and Omegas, responsible for impregnating the wolves and just about everything else on Earth. Something Kyle once dreamed about having done. He used to imagine mating with an Alpha although he’d never tried it before. Perhaps if things were different him and Alex would’ve made a great couple, if only one of them could achieve status of alpha however by their age it was highly unlikely. Most alphas usually sprung up as early as thirteen and Kyle was in his early twenties now.
Not all Alphas were leaders and kind, some of them didn’t take kindly to those outside of their pack; they had their own laws and rules which often clashed with others. Some Alphas would start a war with another pack just because they crossed their land whilst some would happily share their provisions in times of need. It was a huge risk but one that Kyle had to take.
Kyle set off into the dessert world; a once vibrant planet full of life was now rendered to nothing but red-spores and sand. Where huts once stood on lush, green grass now there were sand dunes and where pups once ran freely through the trees now there was rotting wood. The world had changed so much in such a short time, the rivers were dry, the trees were nothing but stumps and there wasn’t another pack in sight.
No one really knows how the outbreak started. A lot of the wolves thought it to be alien, something crashed down in a nearby lake and suddenly there were red spores floating through the air. The more of them you inhaled the faster you died. They didn’t know if there was a cure, it all happened so fast that they weren’t sure if anyone was left alive to make one.
Most packs lived in large, open areas; in trees, by lakes or on the open dirt road that connected place to place. Now all of those areas were consumed by the red spores and an overflowing dessert that swept across the planet as the world decayed. Kyle knew that if you looked hard enough at the ground you could see the outline of decomposing bodies taken by the airborne virus but he tried not to think about it. He didn’t want to acknowledge that every time he went out looking for food he was treading across his fallen race.
“I can do this,” Kyle muttered to himself as he covered his eyes from the on-going sandstorm and ventured through the dessert.
Kyle had never been considered a remarkable Omega or wolf in general. He was average, he was weak looking and he’d never been put in a position where he had to lead. That’s why he found that he’d began talking himself through everything, giving himself inspirational words as if listening to a mentor because he knew that there was no one else to teach him now. He had to be strong, there was no other choice and if he didn’t achieve that inner strength then him and Alex would die.
As far as Kyle knew, he and Alex were the only wolves left on the entire planet of Earth and without an Alpha to impregnate either of them the race of werewolves would end when they died.
A part of Kyle just
wanted to give up. What was the point of it all? Why continue fighting for survival only to live underground and watch his best friend suffer until he died? All these questions ran through his mind as he took one step further away from the bunker and one step closer to a potential food sauce.
A pack known to have an incredibly strong Alpha lived across the forest from the pack Kyle belonged to. They kept to themselves, hiding in a cave and rarely showing their faces at the lakes that most packs met up at. Some thought they were odd, wolves were known to enjoy the company of various packs but not this one.
Even as Kyle could sense the planet’s two moons rising he couldn’t see them. The entire sky looked like it was on fire, permanently covered in the thick, red spores and the flowing sand from the dessert that had consumed everything. No one had been able to shift into their wolf forms since the virus took over, they didn’t have access to their healing abilities which is what they thought would cure them. All they could do is wait to die.
“Finally,” Kyle sighed as he climbed up another sand hill and his hand hit the side of the cave.
He stared down into the dark depths. He didn’t know if he had enough strength to see through the blackness, an ability that took a lot of stamina.
“I can do this…” He muttered to himself before taking a deep breath.
Kyle closed his eyes, he could hear his heart thumping against his chest, he imagined opening them with a clear view, the sun hanging high and everything illuminated. He took a moment then began to open the lids of his sapphire eyes. He could see.
His eyes were glowing silver and the path before him was as clear as day.
“Where is it?” He began running his hands along the sides of the walls, looking for an entrance into their lair.
Suddenly the wall gave way as he leaned against it, Kyle found himself tumbling downwards, his body taking a beating from the ragged rocks until finally he smacked his head on solid ground and cried out in pain.
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