Wolf Station Chapter 7: Sealed By 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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Wulf and his Brothers spent the next week close to the Station, leisurely (at least leisurely on their part) breeding the two bitches elect down. (Elect because technically Franklin and Isaac wouldn't be true bitches until they were Sealed.) As they did so, the Brothers also introduced the two Americans to their new status in the pack and instructed them in their duties to the men that made it up.
"Bitches are here for Brothers to rally around," Wulf said as Steve-o's head bobbed up and down in his lap.
"And to protect," Grey added, gently grinding his shaft into Franklin's butt.
"And to fuck!" the Bunyip said enthusiastically, enthusiastically fucking Isaac as he did.
"Yes, that too," Wulf said.
"Think of being a bitch as your new job, and this training as your inescapable probationary period," Grey said.
It made no sense to the bitches, at first. Protect and fuck? That was crazy talk. But crazy or not there was no escape from their "lessons".
Knowing that their precious pair were being bitched against their will (Yeah, there were rare instances of Brothers Sealing a volunteer), the Brothers made sure to keep their prospective bitches bound and on a short leash—literally. Over the days, though, the boys' fuck-holes slowly learned to take a Brother's cock and to ride the breeding session to its inevitable end—and enjoy it. Steve-o had warned them that first night, after the Brothers had retired, that fighting back only earned you a beating (which it certainly had back in the village), but it turned out the Brothers preferred it when their bitches still had some backbone. Struggling during a fuck-session did nothing more than increase the fucker's passion and made him breed the bitch all the more intensely—but as the week progressed and their bodies and minds adjusted to their new reality, even that turned into less and less of a punishment and more of a reward.
No matter what, though, the Brothers always treated their boys with a damned sight more consideration than the men in the village did—or had—much to Steve-o's amazement. Days passed, and the Americans learned to accept that being fuck-slaves to these strange dominant men was their life now. Inescapably. And Steve-o came to envy them, because he realized that as bitches they'd always share a bond with the Brothers that he never could.
(On the sly, Steve-o also taught the boys how to suck cock. He reasoned that, even though Brothers said they preferred fucking ass, a guy never knew when he might be presented a dick to suck.)
Wulf, of course, concentrated on fucking Franklin, the innocent blond he had brought back from Sydney. The scruffy brunet Brother loved running his fingers through the boy's golden hair. He also often leaned over during a fuck-session and licked the boy's throat and nibbled his ear. Once, when the Bunyip wasn't looking, he even kissed the boy. It was the first man-on-man kiss Franklin had ever experienced, and as Wulf was making sure he was riding the boy's prostate at the time, the blond learned to associate that kiss with incredible pleasure. Yeah, Franklin had to admit that the more he got fucked, the more he found he could enjoy it. Dammit, when a session ended, the blond even looked forward to the next time cock would fill his guts.
The Bunyip, on the other hand, preferred to pound out his lanky long-haired bitch, Isaac, fucking the man with energetic enthusiasm. He, of course, never indulged in those monkeyisms that his elders occasionally did, but he did his best to make sure that he drove Isaac into firing off a hands-free orgasm every time he got fucked. The man might be a bitch, but that was no reason he shouldn't get off as well. After a week, Isaac, same as Franklin, felt himself falling into his role and accepting this new life.
Grey, the station's elder statesman and sexual diplomat, divided his time between the two bitches in training. He treated Franklin like a prince, a prince he was raping, true, but still as a person to be cherished. At the same time he introduced Isaac to techniques and positions that the Bunyip would never master (not that the youngster wanted to) let alone pass on. And all the while, the silverback made sure that the station's borrowed slave, Steve-o, was never excluded from the ongoing orgy. The redhead had served their small pack well, and had, in his way, come admirably close to doing a bitch's job. In a way it was a pity he was another man's slave.
At the end of the week, both Franklin and Isaac could be left unrestrained during their fuck sessions. They still needed to be restrained at night, of course, since Wulf wasn't sure that Isaac (at least) might not try to escape and make his way back to civilization. During the day, though, the Brothers granted their boys supervised leeway. Bit by bit, the Americans came to respond without question or delay to any order to serve any one of the Brothers—especially if the order involved fucking.
Wulf watched the unfettered Isaac perched on Grey's cock. Grinning, the bitch rode Grey and himself towards a double orgasm. Since the long-haired stud had been the harder of the two to bring around, Wulf took this for a sign that the time had come to bring the boys' formal training to an end.
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In the great room that evening, Franklin and Isaac stood unrestrained before their masters. They knew something was up when Wulf and Grey, naked and very hard, sat down, side by side, on the sofa and fixed them with calculating grins.
"You, sweet bitches," Wulf said as he wrapped his right hand around his erection, pointing it straight up into the air, "I think you know what to do."
Franklin stepped instinctively towards Wulf while Isaac, after a second to look over his shoulder at the Bunyip, went to the silverback. Climbing up onto the sofa, the Americans straddled the Brothers' hips and, facing them, slowly squatted down. The boys' asses felt the kiss of a cockhead on their puckers, and then they let the Brothers' shafts slide into their now trained holes.
"Ah!" Franklin moaned as he gingerly started to ride Wulf's cock. "Yeah!"
"Oh fuck!" Isaac was right behind the blond boy, and the room was once again filled with the unmistakable music of men fucking and getting fucked.
When the men fucking had established a steady rhythm, the Bunyip slid up behind Isaac and pressed his cockhead against the anal lips of the hot hole currently being filled by Grey's staff. The long-haired stud felt the pressure on his pucker and dismissed it, figuring that the Brothers were going to play a game they had tried the day before, the game where one of them fucked him for a while and then the other took over. This time, however, the American was mistaken. With no warning, the young Brother started to force his way into Isaac's already filled ass.
"Oh fuck, no!" Isaac screamed. "It's too much, Bunyip! You'll tear me apart!"
Grey pulled Isaac's face down to his own and licked him, using his animal magnetism for the first time to project calm.
"You said that once before, and no, we didn't and no, we won't," Grey whispered as Isaac felt his sphincter pushed to its limits. "You can take it, stud. I have faith."
Isaac, mouth open wide, whimpered pathetically as the Bunyip finally bottomed out.
"Wait for him to get used to it," Grey told the youngest Brother, and for a change the Bunyip listened. He held still as Isaac's muscles adjusted to the reality of being filled with so much cock at one time.
It took a few minutes, but in the end the bitch stud panted, "Do it, guys. Fuck me."
The two cocks began to play in the man's ass, rubbing against his now sensitive anal walls while at the same time slip-sliding against each other's steel. They began slow, but soon were involved in a serious double-dicking of the lanky captive.
"Argh!" Isaac screamed as his wide-open ass got taken for the ride of a lifetime. He thought he'd experienced everything his captors had to dish out, but now he was finding out how wrong he'd been. "I'm so fucked! And I love it! Yeah! Fuck me!"
Next to the anguished hiker, the blond sea kayaker, Franklin, was getting taken on his own DP ride. Wulf had beckoned to Steve-o to join in the fun, and now the redheaded slave was cock to cock with his master, sliding his shaft alongside Wulf's, fucking the hot bitch ass. (Steve-o had been shocked at the invitation. This never happened at the village. And even if he had been allowed to fuck one of his fellow slaves there, he had never had the energy.) As Franklin's ass stretched to accommodate the two shafts simultaneously, Steve-o realized that this was probably still going to be a rare treat, one he ought not to get used to. Instead, he surrendered to the moment and savored the exquisite sensations of hot man-cunt and hot cock. He was breeding a slave ass, rubbing off against a master's cock, and, even if only for this one time, he was topping!
As the Americans' holes accepted being doubly plugged, their screams of pain turned to screams of passion. Vocally, and with explicit directness, the boys encouraged their masters, telling them exactly how hard and how deep to breed them. And the Brothers, grinning like Yellow Dog Dingo, complied.
It was a long satisfying session-- for the Brothers at least. The bitches, on the other hand, got brought right to the edge, and then denied release. After that the Brothers edged them a ritual three more times. Steve-o couldn't imagine what the boys' balls must feel like. When they came it was going to be spectacular!
He was right in that, though not precisely as he imagined.
When Wulf decided it was time to bring the ritual to an end, he pulled Franklin's head down again. Instead of kissing him, though, Wulf bit into the flesh where the boy's neck and shoulder joined. Franklin cried out in pain, a new pain, and he was joined a second later by Isaac. (The Bunyip, assuming the prerogative, bit the dark boy from behind.) As he bit down, Wulf also made sure to bathe the wound in his saliva.
As the bitches cried, Franklin, Steve-o, and Wulf all came at the same time, slave and Brother filling the pretty blond bitch while that one painted Wulf's belly with pent-up sperm. When Wulf finally released his bite, the blond just stared at him with a new look in his eyes. The orbs (Steve-o saw) now swam with something that had not been there before. Instead of simple acceptance there was.. admiration? Worship? Lust? Love? Or perhaps all of that and more. Franklin was now Sealed as a bitch to this pack, and he knew this was the rightest' thing that had ever happened to him. Wulf licked at the bite, closing the wound and driving the bitch back into fuck me' mode.
A few feet away, Isaac's eyes now also burned with the same intensity. He stared hungrily at the Bunyip once the youngster released his bite.
"Master...?" the dark bitch gulped. "Masters...?"
"Hush," Grey said, and he pulled Isaac down to rest on top of him. He could feel the bitch's heart beating double time with the excitement, both from the fucking and from the emotions that accompanied being Sealed. Gently, Grey licked the wound on Isaac's throat and felt the bitch relax. Restraints would never again be necessary to keep these boys, these bitches, with the pack.
The brothers and bitches fell into a sweaty pile on the sofa, relishing the simple contact of skin against skin, and it was nearly an hour before the Bunyip, with his typical lack of tact, said, "So, now that we've got ourselves a pair of hot Sealed bitches, I suppose it's time to return Drakkar's slave to the village?"
The Bunyip never used Steve-o's name.
Gery rolled his eyes, and Wulf growled. The alpha looked compassion at the fuck slave. They'd all gotten used to having Steve-o around, and it was crushing to see the despairing look in Steve-o's eyes.
"I know you're eager to get back and fuck your way through Drakkar's harem again, Bunyip," Wulf said, "But you have no fucking manners."
The Bunyip shot him a look of `what did I do?'.
Wulf took Steve-o's head in his hands, and planted a fully monkey kiss on the slave's lips, ignoring the Bunyip's almost automatic comment of, "Ook."
Looking Steve-o in the eyes, Wulf said, "We have to take you back, yeah-- that was part of the deal—but if there's any way to swing it, you'll be coming back here with us—and staying. I find I enjoy seeing your face around here."
"And your ass," Grey added.
Steve-o smiled wanly, feeling a glimmer of hope like he hadn't felt for many years.