by Jamie Lake
Japheth had regained some stability so when Buck came in for another driving blow he was ready and managed to deflect. Buck looked a little shocked, and was stunned backwards as Japheth slammed his fist into the bottom of Buck’s face. The uppercut made Buck dizzy and he staggered back, grabbing hold of Japheth as he tackled Buck. Buck beat down on Japheth’s back with both fists but Japheth was a brute and withstood the blows. They tumbled to the ground again and rolled about, neither of them managing to strike any deadly blows. They swiped and groped at each other but eventually Buck was able to kick Japheth away and the brothers began another round.
This time they tried to psyche each other out, and it took on the feeling of a boxing match. They thrust and parried, and it may have been that the fight had taken a toll on them and they wanted an opportunity to catch their breath, for they prowled slowly in a circle. However, if that was the case both were too proud to show any visible signs of it.
They darted in and tested each other with feints and jabs before letting the distance grow between them once more. It continued like this for a while and the crowd started to become restless. They began jeering and urging the brothers on to fight properly. Yet there was one notable absentee. Even if there were, Japheth and Buck were too entrenched in their own combat to notice.
Eventually, they had enough of tentatively testing each other and hurled themselves forward to clash in the middle of the baying crowd. Their bodies wrestled together and just when it seemed one of them had the upper hand, the other fought back. Buck’s face was pummeled while Japheth’s ribs cracked. Their feet left divots in the ground as they fought to keep their footing. There was something dangerous about this fight though, more dangerous than usual. Ordinarily, they reached a point where they grew tired of the stalemate and wandered off after beating each other bloody. Everyone had become used to the routine by now, but there was something fiercer this time. Something had snapped in them both and they were determined to fight until there was only one left standing, the true Alpha. It was an all-out brawl and the intensity of the crowd only got louder. They watched on, gripped by the ferocity of the fight as the two wolves savagely attacked each other until Buck had Japheth in a chokehold. His thick biceps swelled as he tightened his grip. Japheth was being held to the ground, his face buried in the dirt. Buck had one of his brother’s arms secured between his legs and Japheth was totally overpowered. At that point, a figure strode through the crowd, pushing his way through all the wolves. Angry muttering and yelling rippled through the crowd as they were brusquely brushed aside. Buck noticed this and looked up to see a figure looming above him. He started to protest when a pair of large hands came around him and yanked him off. It was Andrew who threw him off. Japheth gasped for breath as Buck skidded to a stop.
“Enough!” Andrew told the two of them, shifting his gaze between them with accusing eyes. “All this time you’ve been wasting your energy fighting over nothing. Nothing!”
Buck and Japheth glanced at each other in reverie. The forced interlude gave them a chance to catch their breath, and as a hushed whisper fluttered through the crowd, they inhaled deeply and calmed down. Andrew’s admonishment made them feel like children again and they felt ashamed of their behavior, for they were the Alpha wolves, and they had an example to set. Acting like squabbling children wasn’t doing either of them any good.
“Eat. There’s food now. Now get,” he said, spitting on the ground and walking away.
The brothers glared at each other as they dusted themselves off. The crowd started to disperse slowly since the fight was over, and many of them seemed disappointed. There was lingering hostility between Buck and Japheth, but I think they were both tired and neither wanted to immediately resume their battle. They both had wounds to nurse so they remained separate. I’d witnessed it all from the entryway of the tent. It had torn my heart to see them both fight with such vigor and to feel so helpless while they were doing so. I had known that my presence would have only exacerbated things so I stayed in the seclusion of the hut and peeked out of the side, wincing when the fight got too rough. I had wondered whether I could have escaped, but despite the large crowd around them a few wolves still stood around the fire and I wouldn’t have been able to escape without one of them seeing me. Besides, I may have been able to get away but I would still have left my stench through the woods. It would only have been a matter of time before they found me, and goodness knows what they would have done.
It was only getting worse, the tension between the brothers, which made me feel rotten. I hated being responsible for taking apart a family. I knew they had been fighting long before I’d entered the picture and their dispute went back to their childhood. But now that they were competing for me, their fights were becoming more dangerous and it seemed to be only a matter of time before one of them killed the other. I didn’t think my heart could take that. Yes, I loved them both. Both gave me something the other didn’t, something I was missing in my life. But was it worth it to know whatever their decision, one would be left heart broken and betrayed?
I knew there was only one thing I could do to end all the fighting. But it would be the hardest thing I had ever had to do. I still didn’t know how I was going to choose between them.
CHAPTER TWO
“Permitted?” I said, raising my eyebrows, “Oh, so I’m permitted to eat here?” There he went again, telling me what to do and how to do it. “You’re forgetting I’m a grown man.” The rage from before was beginning to overwhelm me again and I felt my hands involuntarily clench at my side. I pressed my lips together and my face contorted in anger.
He gave me a doubtful smirk. I wanted to pound my fists against him. He was so infuriating, it drove me insane. Japheth had taken me away from the camp, much liked Buck had done. I didn’t mention that, though because I knew Japheth would have just flown into a rage again.
“What?” I challenged as we sat above the rocks that overlooked the waterfalls. It was gorgeous and I would have enjoyed the meal of seasoned elk had I not been filled with such tension. The thundering sound of the cascading water provided a nice ambient sound and it meant that we had to raise our voices a little in order to hear each other. The juice of the meat sank into my fingers as I held it tightly. Japheth tore some with his teeth and I heard the meat rip apart.
“You,” he said.
“What about me?” I asked, taking a bite of the tasty meat. It was so thick that biting it made my jaw ache, and the toughness of it meant I had to spend a long time chewing it. It was worth it, though, for it was succulent and proved to be satisfying. My stomach was getting filled and my mood was improving by the minute. I wiped the juice away from my lips as I settled on the rock, gazing over the edge carefully, making sure I wouldn’t fall in.
“You know what I ought to do?” he asked.
“Tell me,” I challenged.
“I ought to put you in your place,” he told me. Something in the way he looked at me told me this went beyond just normal punishment. It was probably the wicked glint in his eyes.
“Yeah?” I teased. “And how are you going to do that?” I got up off the rocks and walked away until he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward him. The breath rushed out of my lips as he gripped me tightly. I felt the warmth of his body and arousal flowed within me. I was so horny that it didn’t take much for my cock to twitch.
“Don’t test me,” he snarled at me.
“How are you going to do that?” I said to him again. It was hard to stay mad at him when he looked so good: that amazing hairy chest, those nipples meant for sucking, those strong arms and legs. How I wished he would just pin me down and fuck my brains out.
“I ought to tie you up,” he snarled.
“You couldn’t hold me,” I told him defiantly, wishing it would goad him into doing exactly what he was threatening.
“Oh, this would,” he said, “I’d tie your arms up in a tree and your legs below, split apart, and I’d strip you naked.”
I swallowed. The visual was a total turn on. “Yeah, and then what?”
“Then, I’d grease you up real good so anything could slide in you. And I mean anything.” he said with a sexy smirk on his face.
“And then … what?” I said, I could hardly speak, the idea turned me on so much. Now that he had pulled me in closely we didn’t have to raise our voices to be heard, and his low voice fell in with the rumbling waterfall. A faint spray of water misted over us and the setting played havoc with my senses.
“But not before I liked you in all the good places, and bit you on your nipples real good, slapped you on that ass to show you who’s boss,” he growled.
“And who’s boss?” I dared to ask.
Slap! He slapped his own leg so hard and sharply, it made me jump. “Me, dammit. Me. And when I’m through with you, you’re going to know it.” He was growing frustrated now. I could tell he wanted me, and I loved driving him insane. Usually it was Buck I was doing this to, but it seemed that Japheth had finally succumbed to his feelings and needed to be near me, even if it broke the rules.
“Oh, am I?” I said.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he said. “You’ll be screaming my name by the time I’m done with you. And I can suck cock good, real good.”
“Oh, can you?” I asked, eager to find out. This talk was turning me on like crazy and I was bulging out of my pants. I knew Japheth could feel it because he was holding me so tightly. The more he spoke, the tighter his gripped became, until I thought he was in danger of wrenching my arm off.
“Don’t you remember? Or do I need to give you something to remember me by?” he asked, circling me, looking me up and down like I was a piece of meat. As if to emphasize the point, he yanked the meat from my hand (he had already finished his) and took another big chunk out of it, tearing it apart with his sharp teeth while he looked at me. The juice trickled down his jowls and he looked at me as though I was next.
“Oh, I dare you,” I said.
“Oh, you don’t want to do that,” he said, his eyebrows raised.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Cause I like a good challenge,” he said, slapping his thigh so hard again it sounded like a bolt of lightning. “You see, a boy like you needs to be taught lessons.”
“Mmm …” I teased, my cock growing larger by the second. I could see his was, too. God, he was massive. “What kind of lessons?”
“That when a man – your man – wants something, you give it to him,” he said.
“Oh?”
“Oh, yeah, and when your man tells you to do something, you do it,” he rumbled.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like when he tells you to get on your knees, you do what you’re told,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder and pressing down until I lowered myself on to my knees. The soft grass cushioned the balls of my knees. Even though we were breaking the rules I was excited. I didn’t know what Buck would do but the fact that I had driven Japheth so crazy with desire that he was willing to go against their pact turned me on. It felt like it had been so long since I had felt him touch me properly that bursts of electricity shot through my body.
“And what else?” I asked him.
He circled around me. His cock was bundled in his trousers, about to burst out. I licked my lips in anticipation and my entire body pulsed with desire. I was trembling all over and it was fortunate I was already on my knees, because otherwise I would have fallen to the floor.
“And when he tells you to open your mouth,” he said, grabbing me by the back of the head and yanking back. The sensation caused me to open my mouth and I gasped in ecstasy. “Then you do what you’re told.”
I licked my lips, my teeth scraping against my lower lip. I gazed up at him and breathed deeply and heavily. Somehow, the thundering sound of the waterfall seemed to get louder and louder. The sun was setting and cast a dark, reddish glow over them.
“Tell me more,” I told him.
“Oh, you want more?” he said, rumbling in my ear, his lips feathering against my lobes as he did.
“Yeah,” I told him breathlessly as he yanked on the back of my head more. A sweet agony swept through me as he tugged at my scalp.
“How much more?” he asked.
“All you can give me,” I told him.
“Can you handle it?” he asked me.
The sensation of him turning and pulling at my roots was turning me on. I needed to be punished by him; I needed to be disciplined, to be put in my place for good.
I moaned. “Yeah,” I told him.
“Can you handle it?” he asked louder, yanking harder.
I screamed in pleasure. “Fuck, yeah.”
“I don’t know if you deserve it. I don’t know if you want it bad enough,” he told me.
“Oh, I do. Fuck, Japheth, I do.” I told him. My eyes were watery and stinging but my body was hungry and willing to surrender. My mouth was hanging open, ready to take him. I breathed in his lupine scent as he prowled around me, craning my neck to keep him in view.
He circled closer to me. I could see the precum from his massive cock dripping through the fabric, causing a dark stain. He leaned forward so his cock was centimeters from my mouth and he rubbed his bulge against my cheek. I felt the heat scorch me and I could almost taste the mixture of precum and sweat on my tongue. I was thirsty and gagging for it. Fuck, I needed it. I tried to turn toward it but he yanked my head back in place, torturing me by bringing me ever so close to sweet delight but keeping me so far from it.
“Nuh-uh-uhhh,” he teased. “If you want this cock, you gotta earn it.”
“But I need it,” I told him. There was more than a hint of desperation in my voice, but I didn’t care.
“I don’t care what you need. You want this juicy thing, you gotta deserve it,” he told me.
“I do, I fucking do,” I said.
He flicked the bulge on my other cheek, then traced it along my lips. I licked the salt from the precum and savored every bit of it. He really knew how to turn a guy on. I was tingling from head to toe and at that moment, he could have done anything he wanted with me.
“If you want this cock up in you, if you want this sausage down your throat, then I’m gonna need loyalty from you,” he said.
“Loyalty?” I questioned.
“Yeah, loyalty to me and only me. I can please you in ways my brother can’t even imagine. Ways you can’t even imagine,” he told me.
“But—” I started to say until his thumb traced along the inside of his waistband and flicked open his button. I wanted him so badly but it wasn’t fair to get me to make a decision like this; not in this state, when my desire and hormones were wreaking havoc with my thoughts.
“If you want this juicy thing, I gotta know you’ll do what I say, when I say to do it. Anything I say,” he told me.
Then he unzipped that zipper slowly. I was drooling at the intensity in his seductive eyes. His other hand trailed down his ripped abs until they sunk below his trousers, massaging his cock and his balls.
“Mmm, I need someone to release me,” he said.
“I will,” I volunteered.
“I don’t think you want it bad enough,” he said, rolling his hand up and down that serpent, showing me every throbbing vein from every angle.
“Tell me you want it,” he told me.
“I want it,” I said.
“Tell me you need it,” he said.
“I need it,” I told him.
“Tell me you crave it,” he said, rubbing his cock even harder.
“I crave it, baby,” I said.
“Ooh, do you?” he asked. “Tell me you dream about it in you.”
“I dream about it in me.”
With that, he unzipped the rest of his trousers and it snaked out, springing forward, fully erect and inches from my face. My throat was dry. I needed to be quenched. I opened my jaws, stretching them as wide as they would go, begging him with my eyes to fuck my face.
He leaned back, jacking that massive thing back and forth, closing his eyes as he rubbed up and down his stem, teasing that soaked head of his. His hand ran across the smooth mushroom tip and his erection was like a thick rod before me. I wanted it inside me. Needed it. But he was keeping it away from me. I strained and struggled but was no match for his indomitable strength so I had to just watch the show intently. He stroked and pulled the tight skin back, squeezing and pleasuring himself. His moans and grunts mingled with the cascading waterfall and my own thunderous heartbeat. Japheth’s muscles tensed as he drove himself to the brink of orgasmic delight.
“Oh, fuck, I need to cum,” he said. “Open your mouth.”
I did exactly what I was told, leaning back as he increased the friction on his massive dick. Harder, faster, moaning and groaning, groaning and moaning until it splattered and sprayed, coating my face, my chest, caking it with his thick streams of mouth-watering milk. His thick cum spurted out and blasted my face, coating me. I moaned as I felt it land and sizzle on my skin.
I sighed, lapping it up with my tongue; that hot milk tasted so good. How I wanted to suck the rest of it up in my mouth. It dripped down into my mouth and I felt the heavy drops roll over my lips and fall down my throat. I wiped away the rest and gathered it up on my finger as I sucked it off. I looked up at Japheth as he finally released his hand, although he did so by flinging me to the ground, cum-stained face and all. I crawled up, breathless.
“Please, let me suck it,” I begged.
He opened his eyes, moaning, “Nuh-uh-uh, no touching. Not until you’re mine. All mine,” he told me.
And with that, he walked off, looking back only long enough to give me something to think about.