The Western Wolf: Three MM Stories

By

Vivian Leigh

Copyright 2012 Vivian Leigh

All rights reserved

Smashwords Edition

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The Billionaire’s Dark Secret

Gabe followed the pilot into the mansion. George, he had said his name was. Gabe was careful to wipe the dust off his boots before they left the narrow side entryway.

“This sure is a nice place for being so far out here,” Gabe said.

“Yes, Master Brighton likes his retreat to be eminently comfortable when he’s here,” George replied.

“How often is he here?”

“He’s here at least a few days every month. I expect him back next weekend.”

So a week to learn the ropes and get settled. Gabe nodded.

“Your room is right this way.” George beckoned for him to follow down a sumptuous hall hung with impressionist paintings.

Gabe rolled his eyes. “The décor isn’t very Western.”

“Master Brighton isn’t originally from Texas,” George said. “He is Swiss, in fact.”

“Oh,” Gabe said. He rubbed his chin. Why’s a Swiss guy have a giant ranch in West Texas?

The pilot stopped at a door and opened it. He stood aside to allow Gabe to enter the room. “Here you are sir. I’ll prepare dinner at six.”

“Do you work in the house, too?” Gabe asked.

“I attend to Master Brighton as well as fly him to and from the ranch. He values his privacy.”

George left the door open and returned down the hallway.

Gabe walked into the room and inspected his new living space. Room enough for a cowboy, I reckon. He dropped his suitcase on the sizable bed and checked the restroom. The tub looked big enough for three people and the shitter had some kind of water fountain looking thing next to it. I bet that’s not for drinking.

He returned to the bedroom proper and took off his hat and boots. His belt and its oversized buckle were carefully laid across the back of the sole armchair in the room. Gabe hopped up onto the bed, unzipped his tight jeans and slithered out of them. His cock ached and he didn’t figure the butler for the sort to help a man relieve himself.

He tugged his drawers down to his knees and took his cock in his hand. It was big enough, Lord knew he’d heard that from the boys back in San Antonio, but it hadn’t had nearly enough attention lately. He stroked his fingers along his shaft and watched it grow harder. It slowly stiffened beneath his steady fingering. In a few more moments it was hard and full in his fist. He leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes. His hand worked steadily up and down his cock. The skin slipped over his engorged shaft and his palm rubbed the sensitive area around the tip.

His left hand reached for his sack and he massaged his balls between his fingers and his palm. He rubbed the skin below his sack with soft swirls. He sighed in pleasure and anticipation. The hand on his cock stroked faster.

Gabe groped for his foot with his left hand and tugged a sock free. The right hand kept pumping up and down his meat.

“Ahhh,” he gasped. His whole body shivered. He cupped the sock over the tip of his cock and let his cum squirt into it. He stroked a few more times and wiped himself clean with the sock before tossing it to the floor beside the bed. Let the butler deal with that.

He lay aback against the bed and pulled his drawers back up. His still swollen cock flopped over and left the drawers with a massive bulge. He climbed off the bed and went to the curtains on the far wall. They pulled back to reveal a double door and a dusty hillside beyond. The barn will be on down the hill out of sight and the landing pad around to the left.

He nodded his head and went to get some pants on. Now that the tension was gone, he should see about getting to work.

***

Gabe sat on the four-wheeler and watched the helicopter swoop in toward the mansion. It was the same chopper that had brought him on Monday, painted blue and gold in the Brighton Technologies company colors. The rotors blew up a devil of a dust storm as it settled to the ground.

Two figures emerged and walked toward the house. Gabe goosed the throttle of the four-wheeler and sped up the hill to meet his new boss.

He parked outside the door and let himself in through the same door the boss had taken. He heard voices deeper in the building.

“…have you told the new boy about my condition?” A strange voice asked.

Gabe stopped and listened.

“No, Master. I would never dare tell anyone without your consent,” the butler said.

“You’re a good man, George. I’ll lock myself in my chambers before nightfall. Tell the new boy I’m not feeling well and will speak to him in the morning.”

The voices were moving further way and he could only barely make out the butler’s response: “Very good, Master. Good luck.”

What the hell is going on here? Gabe rubbed his chin, but waited for them to move away. No sense poking his nose in where it wasn’t wanted.

***

Gabe woke to the pounding on his door. He scrambled out of bed and rushed to the door. “What is it?”

George’s eyes were wide and he looked afraid for his life. “Have you been out of your room since dinner?”

Gabe shook his head. “I read for an hour and went to sleep.” He noticed the strange looking pistol in George’s hand. His eyes narrowed. “What’s going on? Why do you have a gun?”

George tucked the pistol behind his back. He looked at Gabe and back down the hallway. A furtive expression crept over his features. “Master Brighton is ill. I’m afraid it’s contagious. Stay in your room and keep your door locked until sunrise.”

“What’s going on, George? Why are you so testy?”

The butler pulled the pistol from behind his back and let it dangle at his side. It was a dart gun. “It could be very bad for your health if you were to get entangled with Master Brighton this evening. If you see him, stay away.” The older man sighed. “Please.”

Gabe nodded. “Alright. Y’all are the ones paying me, after all. Good night, George.” He shut the door in the butler’s face and clicked the lock.

He crossed the room and pulled back the curtain. The moon hung full and bright in the sky. The world was washed in silver light of a Texas night. He took the curtain in his hand, about to pull it closed, and stopped. There. There in the dark. Something moved low to the ground.

Gabe stood in the window and gaped as the dim form materialized into some sort of man shaped animal. It approached the house and stopped no more than thirty yards from his room. The moonlight revealed some kind of animal-man hybrid covered in fur. Four long, sinuous legs joined to a thick torso. It had a wolf-like snout. Gabe laughed. Is Brighton really out there in a furry wolf suit?

He watched the form sit on the hillside and one forepaw reach between its rear legs. The shape of a fifth leg became visible. Fifth leg? Jesus, that’s its cock. It was massive. Something out of a Greek myth. A centaur would be proud to be hung like that.

It took the enormous dick in its wolf mouth and slurped an equally enormous tongue over it. Gabe felt himself harden in his briefs. He adjusted his cock and took it in his hand as he leaned against the glass and stared at what had to be a billionaire in a furry wolf suit.

The creature sucked its own cock in the moonlight. Its tongue lapped up and down its prodigious length. The slavering jaws dripped glistening globs of spit on the mighty dick. Gabe stroked himself in his room and watched.

It looked up and stared directly at him. Gabe’s heart raced. In a single motion the werewolf sprang up and across the hillside toward the house. Gabe jerked the curtain closed and stumbled back from the window.

The doors shook as the werewolf slammed into them. A mighty howl roared on the other side of the curtain. Gabe backed up further and tripped over the bed. The werewolf’s claws scratched at the glass of the door.

Please God let the door hold up, Gabe prayed.

He heard a click as the beast turned the knob.

I didn’t lock it!

The curtains billowed in the night breeze then tore from the hooks as the werewolf charged into the room and brought them down.

“Oh God!” Gabe screamed when he saw it come through the doorway.

The beast glared at him, malevolence in its eyes. “Who are you?” It growled.

“What? I… I’m Gabe.”

The werewolf sat on its haunches and stared at him. Gabe’s eyes were drawn from its disturbingly human-like features to the enormous erection between its hind legs. The fur on its chest was matted and it glistened in the silvery moonlight. Gabe could smell the musky wet animal reek of the creature. It smelled like feral sex.

The creature prowled forward and stopped just short of the bed. It sniffed the air then sniffed Gabe. Gabe scrambled back across the bed and off the opposite side. The creature hopped onto the bed and followed him. Gabe scrambled across the floor and around the corner toward the door to the hallway. The bedsprings groaned as the werewolf jumped to the floor and followed him. Gabe dove forward for the door, but as his hand reached for the knob the wolf leapt onto his back. A heavy paw pushed his shoulders to the floor and pinned him. Gabe kicked his feet and tried to break free, but the creature was too big, too heavy.

“Don’t fight it,” the wolfman growled.

Gabe kicked again and tried to reach the door. The werewolf cuffed him across the back of the head and he saw stars. The creature ran a claw down his back and stripped his pants away.

“What the fuck?” Gabe moaned.

“Don’t fight it,” the creature growled again.

Gabe felt something hard and hot and moist push against his ass cheeks. It pushed hard against him and pulled away. It returned with a vengeance, this time between his cheeks and bore down against his hole.

“Owwww, fuck!” Gabe cried. He clawed at the carpet.

“Do you want it, Gabe? I smell the need on you,” the creature said. Its voice was deep and raspy, but more human than wolf.

Does it want to fuck me? He considered his options. He could fight it and probably get eaten, or give it what it wanted and have a chance of escaping. What the fuck, it knows my name?

Realization hit him. The creature was Master Brighton. He wasn’t into some weird fur suit kink. There was a full moon. My boss is a werewolf! Oh Lord, I can use this!

He lay still. “Give it to me, Master,” he said.

The wolf thrust its cock against him again. This time it pushed through his tight ring and into his hole. It was gigantic and hard and hot and so fucking wet. And it hurt like hell.

Gabe lay on the carpet and tried to relax. The wolf was heavy and hairy and panted on his back. Its cock pushed into him deeper.

Gabe groaned again and tried to sound like he was enjoying it.

After a few more thrusts he was used to the feeling of the giant werewolf dick inside him. The werewolf stroked in and out of his ass. Its tongue hung down and hot saliva dripped into his hair. The heavy panting dominated his hearing, though he could heard the squelch of sex between breaths.

The werewolf’s fucking pushed him slowly forward across the carpet until he braced his hands against the door. It liked the resistance. As soon as he held the door it thrust into him harder, deeper, faster. The panting became heavier. The wet fur slapped against him as the creature thrust itself in and out of his ass.

The creature howled. The noise was nearly unbearable. The feeling of its hot cum exploding into his ass was more unbearable.

“Ahhhh!” Gabe screamed. He gritted his teeth and scratched at the door.

The wolf thrust into him a final time and pulled its cock free with a violent jerk. It padded away and disappeared out the open door and into the night.

Gabe lay on the floor and whimpered. His ass ached from the fucking. His lower back burned from the scratches. He finally crawled to the bathroom and turned on the tub.

***

Gabe woke in the morning to pounding on his door. He rolled out of bed and winced when he realized that he was sore all over.

“What?” he asked when he opened the door.

George stood in the hallway and looked him over. “Oh sweet mother of God, are you alright?”

“No, I’m not fucking alright. I got fucked by a big goddamned werewolf last night.”

George held his head in his hands. “I have failed again.”

“Where’s the boss, George. We have some things to talk about.”

“He’s asleep. I cannot wake him after his exertions.”

“So, what then? He barges in here, fucks his employees and then goes to sleep it off?”

“No. Ordinarily he stays locked in his rooms during the dark hours and does nothing beyond destroy his furniture.”

“Well that sure as shit ain’t what happened last night.”