Wolf Station Chapter 6: Back from the City Evan Andrews ©2023
This is a fan fiction.
"Wolf Station" is part of a larger cycle of stories related to my Hunters and Hunted series.
As always, I had some faces in mind as I wrote these stories. Wulf is based on rugby player David Williams, Grey on Hugh Jackman, the Bunyip on Tom Jennings (Slake from Beyond Thunderdome), and Steve-o on Bill Mumy (from his Dating Game appearance—google it). The bitches are based on American Ninja Warrior contestants Franklin Bain and Isaac Caldiero. Drakkar and his village are borrowed from a NPhillyDogg story `Aborigines'.
This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the actors or the characters they play.
I apologize for all the Australianisms I'm about to get wrong; please, assume that no insult was meant.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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Satisfied that his bitch was trussed up snug in a box back in the back of the rover, Wulf filled his tank and drove straight through city, suburb, and countryside back towards Wolf Station. Considerately, he drove with all the windows down so that though his purchase might end up bruised and cramped, he would not be too dehydrated or overheated.
The rover pulled up to the station late in the afternoon of the following day.
Grey and Steve-o looked to have done a good job with the bunkhouse. The worst of the brush and clutter had been cleared away, and it was obvious that a bonfire had burned in the compound- probably last night. Cans of bug-bomb sat in a row on the veranda, and Wulf wondered absently why they hadn't been used yet.
There was, of course, no sign of the Bunyip. There never was unless he wanted to be seen.
Wulf climbed out and stretched before going to the back of Rover. He raised the hatchback and knocked on the box before opening it. Inside, the blond boy, Franklin, immobilized and gagged, glared up at him. Wulf laughed and, after uncuffing the boy's ankles and unstrapping his thighs, hauled the struggling young man out, setting him on his feet—for all the good that did. After the better part of a day, the young man's legs were not up to supporting him, and they collapsed out from underneath him in mere seconds.
"An inauspicious welcome to your new home, monkey-boy," Wulf laughed. "First, drink."
He held a canteen up to Franklin's lips, and, despite what the boy clearly thought about him, the canteen was empty in a minimum of gulps. After re-stoppering the canteen, Wulf threw it into the back of the rover before hauling the blond back to his feet.
With a combination of dragging and forced marching (Wulf was not carrying a bitch over the threshold), he got his purchase into station's great room. There he found the truant Grey power-fucking Steve-o who was bent over the big dining table. The silverback's muscular buttocks flexed, and Steve-o gave out appreciative grunts each time the eldest Brother's cock slammed into him and yips when he bottomed out. Wulf was not sure what Franklin had expected, but the blond started visibly and instantly wrenched free, trying to make a break for it.
Fuck,' Franklin thought as he forced his feet and legs to work, I've gotta get out of this room, out of this farm, away from that.. that.. that wickedness!'
Even with the added strength that horror lent Franklin, though, his escape attempt proved a futile gesture. Not only had the trip in the box put cricks in all his muscles, but Wulf proved to be his clear physical superior. (Of course, even if Franklin had slipped away, out in the bush the Brothers would have him again in next to no time.)
Wulf drug Franklin, now fighting (as he thought) for his life, back into the house and up to the table, forcing him onto his stomach next to Steve-o. The blond could only stare in horror at the redhead who was still getting anally fucked-- and clearly loving it.
Oh God, please, don't let them fuck me like that,' the young man prayed around his ball gag. Don't let them make me into a fag whore.'
Suddenly, someone (Wulf obviously) yanked Franklin's stubbies down and a hand caressed his speedo-clad ass cheeks, toying with the hidden cleft between them.
"Grey," Wulf said, "Can you leave off breeding Steve-o for a moment? I want him to help get this boy ready."
The greybeard hauled the ginger fuck-slave up off the table then, and the next thing Franklin knew the fabric of his speedo was torn open, exposing both his ass-crack and mud-hole.
WTF?' Franklin thought. I didn't feel a knife, and what other way is there to tear nylon like that?'
Then a mouth (the redhead man-whore's Franklin guessed) forced itself into his most private area.
"Eat that hole open, Steve-o," Wulf ordered.
Yep, definitely the redhead.
Franklin now found out how well Steve-o's masters back in the village had trained him. The slave's tongue teased and taunted the boy's virgin flesh, and Steve-o almost pushed the blond captive over the brink with his rimming technique.
`Oh fuck,' Franklin thought as he eyes rolled back in his head and he let out an involuntary groan.
Nobody had ever eaten the boy's ass out before, and he had no idea he would enjoy the sensation. Clearly he did, though. It became obvious as his cock got hard, and swung back and forth as he grooved on Steve-o's talented tongue. Once Franklin had clearly started to enjoy the sensations in his butt, Wulf removed his gag. Much as Franklin's logical brain wanted to protest about what Steve-o was doing, all that his inner animal would allow was for the young man to pant and moan.
"Oh fuck. Oh god. No, I—not gay. Ahhhhhh!" Steve-o's tongue had tried to slip inside the blond's man-pussy.
"Pretty," Grey said as Frankin wailed. "Does he have a name?"
`Trust Grey to start with that,' Wulf thought smiling.
"Yeah, Franklin. He's from the States."
"Figures," Grey laughed. "Middle of Australia, and we get inundated by Yanks."
The Brothers watched as Franklin submitted to being rimmed and began to groove on the sensations.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Wulf eventually pulled Steve-o's face out of Franklin's throbbing crack, and the young man felt a blunt tubular something prod at his asshole instead. Franklin knew immediately what was about to happen.
"Oh no! No! Don't! You ca—aaaaaaaahhhh!" Franklin cried out as Wulf proved he sure as hell could, and would, and had.
Glorying in the hot clinging cunt, Wulf forced the boy's virgin chute open the way only a Brother could-- wildly, primally, and naturally. The screaming, all part of taking a virgin hole, ended eventually, and when the excruciating pain in Franklin's ass had subsided to a feeling of constant pressure, when he could finally open his eyes again without seeing double, the blond found that the redhead sex slave was bent over the table next to him, his body once again rocking in time to Grey's gentler thrusts. And Steve-o was grinning like a mad thing.
"It's so fucking good," the redhead husked at his fellow bottom. "Just relax, buddy, let Wulf's cock fill you and take you."
"Fuck..." gasped Franklin. Like he had a choice?
Franklin had no way of knowing that when Brothers hunted lovers, they used an animal magnetism to lure the man in and submit to their dominance, and, after the sex, another technique to ease away the memories. But Wulf hadn't used any of that to acquire Steve-o, and he sure as hell wasn't using it to ease the boy's first butt-fucking. Franklin was destined to be a bitch to the Station's pack, and bitches were not the same as lovers. Their memories were never to be blunted. They had to realize their place at the bottom of the pack's sexual hierarchy, and if they didn't accept it right off (few did) then they needed to be put into it by forceful fucking down. Only once they had learned their new lot in life, and accepted it, were they Sealed, bound to the Brothers as a submissive fuck-monkey forever. It might sound like sex slavery to other monkeys, but the difference was that a bitch anchored the pack, providing a core the Brothers could rally around. A pack without a bitch was unstable by definition. But Franklin didn't know that, nor would he have appreciated it if he had known. All he knew was that he was getting raped, and the redhead boy-slut expected him to enjoy it. Yeah, no fucking way that was happening. (Or so he thought on that first afternoon.)
Wulf and Grey spent the rest of the day proving their virility on the resistant blond. (Steve-o didn't need it proved.) They fucked their boys for hours (occasionally trading partners), but when they delivered their hefty loads of hot sperm it was always into Franklin's butt. After the sun went down, the Brothers collapsed into overstuffed chairs looking satisfied, leaving their boys (Franklin no longer bound) fucked to exhaustion and bent over the table. Steve-o had a ` I just got royally fucked' grin on his face. Franklin, on the other hand, was devastated, and it showed. His exhaustion was as much physical (if not more so due to his struggling) as it was emotional. The anal rape (Brothers didn't mince words about things like this) had left him a limp rag, and he could only lay there with tears coursing down his cheeks. Wondering what they'd do to him next.
"How can you?" he whispered to Steve-o when the Brothers finally went to make dinner.
"What? Get fucked by Wulf and Grey? Bro, you have no idea how good you have it."
"Good?!"
"Trust me. I've endured worse."
Franklin tried to imagine what could be worse than being raped, but at that moment the Bunyip stomped triumphantly into the room, forcing another captive along in front of him.
All eyes turned to take in the hiker. This handcuffed stud wore American-style hiking shorts, a black muscle shirt, knee-high athletic socks, and sturdy boots, and his emptied backpack had been crammed over his head to act as a blindfold. His arms and legs were whip-corded with muscles, and his ass exerted a definite allure. (Franklin winced when he realized he'd just thought any such thing.)
"What the fuck is that?" Wulf said, anger building. Exhausted from a day of fucking the new bitch, he wasn't up to dealing with Bunyip attitude, let alone any fallout arising from the Bunyip fucking with Drakkar's men. With any luck, he wouldn't have to.
"I was hunting," the young Brother said, bluntly.
"Clearly," Grey quipped.
"And I caught something."
"And now you want to know if you can keep him?" Wulf said, remembering how he had left the stud Beef in a sex-slaver's clutches just so the station wouldn't have to deal with the issues that could arise from having two bitches. Dammit.
The Bunyip only stared at Wulf with steely eyes. Calculating.
Wonderful, the pup was choosing now to try to play dominance games with the alpha.
"Tell you what," Wulf said, trying to deescalate the situation. "Unwrap him and tell Grey and me the whole story."
The Bunyip pulled the backpack off, revealing a handsome bearded face and a head of shoulder-length dark brown hair. Oh, and a ball gag. Only the Bunyip would go hunting with a ball gag.
`At least he's good looking,' Wulf thought. Apparently Grey thought so too, because his silverback dick reached for the heavens again.
"This guy (His passport says his name is Isaac) was trespassing on our neighbor's land," the young Brother said trying to sound as though he had done something noble.
"And in order to teach him to respect Australian law and the legal rights of First Nations, you decided to make a citizen's arrest?" Grey said.
"Well, either I was going to nab him, or Drakkar's hunters were. A half dozen villagers were already tailing him."
"Crap," Wulf said. "You do remember how part of our agreement Drakkar was that we don't interfere with his people's hunting? Right?"
"Uh, no," the Bunyip admitted, "But I'd already dropped him and cuffed him when they showed up. At that point, either a Brother was going to have to give way to monkeys, or he was going to have to stand his ground. I stood over Isaac's body, daring them to try to take it from me. For a moment, I had no idea how it was going to go. You were right, Wulf. They're tight with the wild ways."
"Did the Bunyip just say I was right, Grey?"
"I think he did."
"Write that down on the calendar. Go on, pup."
"Well, I suppose discretion got the better part of valor, and they backed off. Oh, and Drakkar says you owe him a roo—whatever that means."
Great, Drakkar had been there.
"I owe him?! You owe him, cock of the walk. Still, it could be worse, I suppose. Well, we can't let the boy go, so I guess we're stuck with another bitch to train."
Isaac, who nobody called a bitch, glared at these (mostly naked) men--even the recently fucked-down Franklin and the satisfied Steve-o. The climber had been forced to walk-- blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed, and hobbled-- for the better part of a day to get to this-- wherever it was, and he didn't see a reason to act like he appreciated it. (Only Steve-o knew what this handsome man had escaped by being taken by the Brothers.) When the Bunyip forced Isaac down over the table, therefore, he fought as well as a man with only one leg (thanks to the hobbles) and one arm (thanks to the handcuffs) could.
"We should probably help him," Grey said to Wulf.
"Yeah, it does look like this is turning into a fucking kumbaya group project."
The older Brothers held Isaac in place while the Bunyip whipped down the man's shorts. The Bunyip might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but even he could see that they might not want risk releasing the hiker's ankles until he'd been fucked down once. Or twice. Or maybe several times.
"Steve-o, Franklin, get down there and eat this boy's ass open."
The boys slid off the table and, on their knees, crawled over to their new brother bitch.
"Do we have to?" Franklin whispered to Steve-o.
"Yep," Steve-o smiled. "I tell you what. You suck on his cock, and I'll deal with his asshole."
"But I don't know how to suck cock!"
"Improvise, bro. Improvise."
The pair, with different degrees of enthusiasm applied their lips, tongues, and teeth to Isaac's most private flesh. As they did, the hiker groaned. He had never been violated like this, and he thought he knew where this was all heading. When the Bunyip at length removed Isaac's gag and took his ass he screamed into the night.
"Fucking faggot bastards! Fuck you all!!"
Grey grinned at Wulf and the Bunyip; yeah, this was going to be fun.
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Outside in the dark, Drakkar watched the rape drama unfurl.
Fuck it, it wasn't fair that the village should miss out on this piece of American ass, but the headman knew that Wulf would realize that he and his brothers now owed the village a big favor. A six foot something favor. Yeah, a simple roo wasn't going to cut it at this point.
"Stop it!" Isaac screamed as the Bunyip forced his hole open with Brother cock and violently used his body without his permission, "No! Fuck it, no!"
Eventually, though, even the Bunyip had to take a break, and instead of fucking he slid his cock up and down the sloppy crack of Isaac's ass. As he did this Drakkar took the measure of the young Brother. This Bunyip had taken down his prey expertly, and he had stood his ground even when clearly outnumbered. The same way that Wulf wanted the village as allies, Drakkar now wanted the Brothers, so he'd signaled his men to back off. Alone, he had followed the young Brother back to the station and watched him take first fucking rights on the long-haired American's cunt. The Bunyip fucked well, Drakar had to admit, but then he had also seen the boy in action in the village. With that knowledge, he figured the hunter would only be satisfied with his crack-fucking for...
"Ayyyiiieeee!" Isaac howled as the Bunyip once again rammed most of his cock up the until-a-few-minutes-ago virgin butt, "Oh fuck! No! Stop! You're fucking killing me!"
Drakkar rubbed at his own erection as he watched the young white boy fuck his slave. And to think it could have been Drakkar's cock doing the honors.
Wulf and his brothers might even owe the village two favors.