Pack Initiation 2: Finding His Place
By Erika L. Foster
Chris’s asshole was feeling exceptionally tender. He sighed in pleasure as the heat of the shower warmed him and soothed the pain. Chris closed his eyes and let the water beat down on him as he thought of the events that had just transpired. His new Alpha had claimed him with his cock, forced him to submit entirely, made him part of his pack. As he thought about Markus’s magnificent tool buried deep inside him, his own dick twitched and he instinctively brought a hand to it. He stroked it lightly as it got hard, remembering the feeling of Markus’s member sliding back and forth across his tight ring. He stroked his cock to erection and rubbed a bar of soap between his hands. Chris slowly ran his lathered hands across his body, soaping up his chest. His fingers played with his nipples, teasing them into hard pricks. His fingers danced down his sculpted abs and lathered his dick with soap.
After being disgraced and running away from his old pack, Chris joined Markus’s earlier that day. Markus had insisted Chris prove his loyalty to his new pack by becoming his bitch for the morning. His Alpha had forcefully fucked his throat and ass with such power he felt raw in both passages. Markus had hinted at the pack wanting to see where he fit in amongst them, and Chris was a little afraid of what this would entail after finding out how this pack showed dominance.
Still, despite the rawness, the sex had been more than worthwhile. The feeling of Markus filling him up, his monster dick fitting perfectly inside his ass. Chris pumped his hand up and down over his hard and soapy cock and brought his other hand around to his tender asshole, gently probing it with his little finger. He rubbed the outside, being all he could tolerate, and stroked his dick up and down. The gentle beating of the water on his skin turned him on; soon, he was jerking his member quickly and moaning softly. Markus’s fat cock had slid in and out of his ass so easily, rubbing across his hot spot with every thrust, finally pushing him over the edge. He found himself desperately craving that feeling again, the fullness, the rough prostate massage. Chris growled and squeezed his cock as he came, spurting long streams of white across the shower wall.
He quickly cleaned up, finished showering, and ran outside. Markus had graciously permitted Chris the use of his bathroom to wash away the traces of sex from his body.
“I don’t have any clothes,” said Chris once he found the Alpha.
Markus raised a bushy eyebrow. “We don’t wear clothes.”
Chris blushed. “What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said. We’re werewolves, not humans. We don’t wear clothes unless we have to. We don’t need them.”
This was quite different from the customs of his old pack. Chris flushed red, which spread down his neck and shoulders. He was not used to being naked outside the bedroom. He told Markus this, and he laughed.
“You’ll get used to it,” he said condescendingly, ruffling the younger wolf’s hair. “Now, come with me. It’s time for you to meet your new brothers.”
Chris obediently followed Markus through the tiny cluster of stone buildings in which the pack lived. They were arranged in somewhat of a circle surrounding an inner core, with the buildings on the perimeter being individual dwellings and the buildings in the middle being communal. Markus led Chris to a building in the middle, which turned out to be a large hall with a table in the centre, surrounded by dining chairs. Markus sat in one and gestured for Chris to follow suit. Chris ungraciously plopped down in a seat and looked at his Alpha questioningly.
“They’ll be coming in for dinner soon,” said Markus calmly. “During the day we spread out to hunt, unless we’re doing a big hunt. We come back at night to this table and eat.”
Soon, men began to trickle in, all of them completely nude. Markus didn’t say a word to them as they entered the hall, despite each of them giving Chris a strange look when they saw him. The Alpha sat at the head of the table, resting his elbows on the edge of the table. He looked pensive with his fingers folded under his chin as he silently observed the scene, keeping Chris at his side. The men rolled in with sacks full of dripping carcasses and disappeared into a back room.
“You’re lucky it’s been a good day,” said Markus. “Lots of food to go around. The omega always eats last, of course.”
Of course.
“We hunt as wolves. We eat, and play, as men,” said Markus. He grinned. “Or as close to men as we get, anyway.”
The other men--four of them--burst through the door at that point, each carrying platters piled high with hunks of raw meat. Chris’s mouth watered at the sight—this pack knew how to eat. He waited as patiently as he could for all the others to eat their fill, then took some of the leftovers. Chris hadn’t eaten a proper meal since leaving his last pack; he tore into the raw meat savagely. The meal was consumed in complete silence, save for biting and chewing, until the moment Chris finished. Then Markus cleared his throat.
“Brothers,” he said in a loud voice, “we have a new member of our pack.”
The werewolf sitting across from Markus frowned and studied him. “Has he been... initiated?”
“Yes,” said Markus, “he completed the ceremony this morning, very successfully. I thought that tonight, we could... break him in.”
The other werewolves looked at each other and grinned.
The wolf across from Chris extended his hand across the table. “Theo. Pleased to meet you.”
As Chris shook Theo’s hand, the wolf next to him offered his. “I’m Rex.”
“And that’s Cam, and that’s Jason,” said Markus, gesturing to the remaining two wolves who each waved in turn.
“I think you’ll quite like it here,” said Jason, his lips quirking in a smile. “We take care of each other.”
Rex reached up and touched Chris’s face softly. He stroked the werewolf’s jaw, rough and grizzled from him not having shaved in... far too long. Chris shivered under his touch. The other wolf chuckled. “If that’s all it takes to get you going, we are going to have fun with you,” he said.
“Clear the table, omega,” Markus ordered lazily. Chris jumped to his feet and hastily grabbed the platters scattered over the table. It wasn’t exactly riveting work, but he felt somehow compelled to obey his Alpha, to please him. He pushed through the door the pack had disappeared behind with their carcasses, and found himself in a large and well-equipped kitchen. Chris wanted to poke around, but he knew they were waiting for him, so he quickly dumped the platters in the dishwasher and hurried back out to the pack. They all watched him enter the room.
Markus pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him. “On your knees, omega.” Chris quietly obeyed. He knelt on the hard, dusty ground and opened his mouth expectantly as Markus stood up and positioned his flaccid dick in front of the omega wolf’s face. Chris gently sucked his package into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. He felt the cock twitch and swell beneath his lips. Chris held the base of it in his hand as he gently licked it, slowly, then quickly; hard, then fast, enticing it, encouraging it, exciting it. Markus’s manhood throbbed and grew in response to his attention, and Chris spiralled his tongue around the member as it swelled.
Chris heard a shuffling, as the other men of the pack moved to form a circle around them. His fingers gently coaxed the base of his dick into hardening, playing gently with the delicate skin of his Alpha’s cock. Markus grunted in appreciation and entwined his fingers with Chris’s dark hair. His hands roughly guided Chris’s head back and forth over the length of his dick. Just as he had a scant few hours prior, Chris led his tongue on a meandering path along the geography of Markus’s tool, running his tongue along every bump and valley down the impressive length of his shaft. As the Alpha urged him to go faster, Chris sucked harder, making his mouth fit tightly around Markus’s tool. He felt bodies close in around him, and two men gently placing his hands on their growing erections. Chris instinctively began stroking his hands up and down over their cocks, enticing them to harden just as he had done to Markus. Behind him, Theo was grasping Chris’s ass cheeks. He placed his cock in between them and pushed them together to cover his hard-on, then slowly began to thrust his hips back and forth slowly, relishing the sensation of Chris’s tight globes sliding over his dick. Rex occupied himself with the Alpha’s ass. As his right-hand man, Rex was the only wolf Markus trusted to touch him in those sensitive areas.