Isaac was left by his boyfriend, who had apparently “seen the light” and “gone straight.” Now he understands why this has happened, and following a brief tryst with the handsome Gabriel, he has come to possess the power to set things right.
The golden rays of morning’s early light streamed through the blinds that were drawn over the windows. They cast long shadows across the alarm clock on the nightstand, which read 7:30 AM, and illuminated the sparse motes of dust drifting in the air.
With a quiet sigh, Isaac cracked open an eye and smiled. He took a deep breath, the air thick with the musk of men, the scent of sweat, and the intoxicating aroma of sex. He stretched his arms over his head as he yawned, his cock throbbing with insistent need between his legs.
He ran his fingers over his pecs, over the thick slabs of firm muscle that had grown on him over the past three weeks. He felt better than he had ever felt in the last couple of years, better even than he had felt at the peak of his relationship with Kevin.
He felt satisfied like never before. He felt happy. Secure. Full. And not in the least because there was a thick cock lodged in his hole, and a pair of muscular, furry arms wrapped around his waist.
A quiet moan escaped Isaac’s lips as he bucked his hips backward onto his partner’s cock. The sensation of Gabriel’s cock head rubbing on his prostate was as intense as it ever was. Isaac’s own cock was leaking profusely, pre-cum dripping onto the sheets just like every morning since Gabriel had first come to the apartment.
"Is the little pup so horny for his daddy’s dick?" said Gabriel, his voice a low rumble. Isaac could practically hear the Alpha’s smile in the tone of his voice. He chuckled as he felt Gabriel’s hand working its way up his torso, playing with his washboard abs, squeezing one of his firm muscle tits.
He craned his neck back as Gabriel palmed the side of his face and they kissed. "Does the pup want it gentle?" said Gabriel, when they pulled apart. "Like a lover’s caress?" Gabriel rolled his hips, slowly pumping his cock in and out of Isaac’s needy hole.
"Or does he want it hard? And rough? And nasty? Like a needy little beta giving up what rightfully belongs to his Alpha?" said Gabriel, threading his fingers through Isaac’s hair. Gabriel pulled almost all the way out, only to ram his cock back in.
"Do me rough, daddy," Isaac moaned. His eyes rolled back in his head at the merciless assault on his hole. In and out. In and out. "Ohhhh… Yeah… Just like that, daddy." Harder and faster with every thrust. Skin slapped against skin. Gabriel’s cock plunged into him deeper and deeper, making his teeth chatter and his bones rattle.
"Oh, yeah?" said Gabriel, his voice low and gravelly. His breath was hot against the skin of Isaac’s neck as he tongued at the teethmarks of his Bite. "Is this how you want it, bitch? Taking this thick Alpha cock like a nasty little whore?"
Isaac whimpered. He loved it when Gabriel talked dirty to him like this. "Oh, yes! Please, daddy!" he practically screamed, bucking his hips in time to Gabriel’s powerful, vicious thrusts. "Please fuck my slutty little hole. Make me your bitch, daddy!"
Without missing a beat, Gabriel growled in Isaac’s ear, "Want me to pump this sloppy little cunt full of my baby batter?" Isaac felt Gabriel’s canines taper to points as they grazed the hot, sensitive skin of his neck. "Do you want me to knot you? Tie you? Fuck you full of my pups, bitch?"
"Yes!" Isaac gasped, his eyes fluttering wide open as he felt the knot at the base of Gabriel’s cock knocking at his hole. He squirmed as Gabriel’s grip on him tightened, pulling him closer to Gabriel. He moaned as his hole was forced open by Gabriel’s knot, locking them together. The only thing he could manage to do was buck his hips, fuck himself on Gabriel’s thick cock. "Let me have your cum, daddy!"
Gabriel grunted and gave one last thrust, driving his cock right into Isaac’s prostate. Isaac whimpered, his toes curling in pleasure. His orgasm crashed into him. His cock pulsed and throbbed, the tension building until it spilled over, thick ropes of hot white cum splattering his abs, his face, and the empty space on the bed in front of him.
At the same time, he felt Gabriel’s searing hot cum flood into his guts. Gabriel always came so much. Isaac could already feel himself filling up, his belly distending as Gabriel’s orgasm raged on. A torrent of warm baby batter filled Isaac’s gut to the brim. By the end of it, Isaac felt round and bloated. He certainly looked pregnant, his belly bulging from the sheer volume of jism that had been pumped inside him.
Gabriel kissed the back of Isaac’s neck as he rubbed Isaac’s swollen belly. "Mmm…" he murmured. "If only you had the proper parts, you and I would make such beautiful pups… But you are neither a breeder nor my mate. And besides, sooner or later I will have to return to my pack and you will have to return to your life here."
Isaac sighed. He placed his hand on Gabriel’s. He brought Gabriel’s hand up and pressed his lips against the rough callouses on Gabriel’s palm. "I know…" he whispered. "Even though sometimes I wish you didn’t have to… I know you belong to someone else. And my mate is out there, needing my rescue even if he doesn’t know about or want it."
Gabriel pressed another kiss to the base of Isaac’s neck. "That’s right. It is always a special time when an Alpha like me creates another Alpha, and we will always remember this. But we are meant for others and the time approaches that we must return to our duties."
Isaac sighed. "You don’t need to worry about being lonely ever again," said Gabriel. "I have given you all that you need to ensure that you are surrounded by people that love you. I have given you all the power that you need to protect them from the forces that would wish to take them away."
"Thank you," said Isaac, craning his neck backward to kiss Gabriel. "For everything."
"Don’t get all sappy on me, now," said Gabriel, with a quiet laugh as they broke apart. "I’m not leaving just yet, pup. I intend to help you get your mate back."
Isaac looked at his hands. They were larger than before. His fingers were thicker than before. But more than that he could feel power at his fingertips. For most of his life he’d felt helpless, weak. But now he didn’t. Now he felt good. Whole. Confident. He felt high on life. Much good that it did him in trying to fight off the cold. "are you done yet?" he complained.
"Patience, pup," Gabriel murmured. The elder wolf was hunched over the doorknob of Kevin’s new apartment. Sparks of mystic energy were flying from the tips of his fingers, casting the brass in an array of different colors. "Just because the were-clans were gifted with magic doesn’t mean that we use it all the time."
"I know…" said Isaac, shoulders drooping. He felt a bit embarrassed for his impatience, but it was fucking freezing, out in the corridor. There was snow falling outside and he wasn’t wearing much more than gym shorts and a tank top. Gabriel was similarly dressed, but for whatever reason he didn’t seem fazed by the temperature. "I just feel like my nuts are going to freeze off. How are you not more bothered by this?"
"Baby, I’m from Alaska. This is nothing," Gabriel murmured. Then, there was an audible click. "Aha! There we go! I knew I could do it!" said Gabriel, straightening and puffing out his chest. He twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.
Isaac looked both ways down the corridor to make sure no one was watching. He placed both hands firmly on the small of Gabriel’s back and pushed him into the room. He followed inside. "Well, you didn’t have to be so loud about it!" he said, closing the door behind him. "Well, let’s not wait for him to catch us here. Let’s go find somewhere to hide."
The two of them made their way to the common area. For what it was worth, the apartment seemed pretty clean. Given the sudden "straight bro" persona that Kevin had seemed to adopt, Isaac had expected worse. But maybe whatever magic had changed Kevin had left his compulsive need to clean intact.
As Isaac was looking around, Gabriel sniffed the air and scowled. "Well, this won’t do, pup. The reason I had us work out before coming here was so that our musk would be strong enough to overcome the enchantment immediately. I guess I took too long to get that door open and you were right to complain about the cold…"
Gabriel shook his head. "If we want to do this right, we need to hit him with our concentrated musk the moment that he enters the room."
"Is that so?" said Isaac. There was a mischievous, predatory gleam in his eye. Gabriel had scarcely finished speaking when Isaac stepped up into his personal space and pinned him against the wall. Isaac shoved his hand down the front of Gabriel’s pants and gently squeezed the Alpha’s cock. "I can think of a couple ways we can get rough and sweaty…"
"Mmm…" murmured Gabriel, with a small smile. He darted his head forward to steal a kiss from Isaac’s lips. "Tempting," he said. "But no. You need to save your sexual energy for your mate. But I think some push ups should do the trick. Why don’t you drop and give me three hundred, pup?"
"Hey!" said Isaac. "Now that’s unfair! That’s too many!" He was still getting used to the fact that his body could take much more punishment now. "Besides, aren’t you supposed to get sweaty, too? What are you going to do?"
Gabriel smirked. "I’m going to do six hundred," he said, as he dropped to the floor and launched into a push-up.
"Fucking show-off," said Isaac, grumbling to himself as he followed suit.
Isaac growled as he pushed himself past the 600 mark. He would be damned if he let Gabriel one-up him. Even if it did take him nearly twice as long to finish all 600 of his push-ups.
He had always been a little competitive, especially when it came to academics. But this was new. He’d never felt an almost-compulsive need to measure up to someone who was clearly his superior. It must have had something to do with the new Alpha instincts that had manifested inside him. If he was being honest, a small part of him loved it.
Isaac glanced down at his hands and noticed that his fingernails had sharpened into claws. The razor-sharp points had dug into the flooring, drawing thin lines across the faux wood. He blinked, sitting back on his feet to catch his breath.
He closed his eyes and grounded himself. He focused on his human form, just as Gabriel had taught him. He took a deep breath through his nose, and then exhaled through his mouth. When he opened his eyes, the claws were gone.
He looked at Gabriel. He wasn’t supposed to be able to transform yet. Not even partially. He was too new to being a Werewolf. He hadn’t even come into the fullness of being an Alpha yet. He raised an eyebrow in askance at Gabriel, who seemed as surprised as he was, but he didn’t get the opportunity to have his question answered.
The sound of a key being jostled into the lock at the front door interrupted the moment. Gabriel sat up, brushing the sweat from his brow. He held up his index finger to his lips as he crept around to the corner. He motioned for Isaac to follow. Moments later, there was a quiet thud, and Isaac got to watch as Kevin dropped his shoes by the door.
The two of them ducked back around the corner as Kevin turned to face the interior of the apartment. "I’ll subdue him," said Gabriel. A heartbeat later, the Alpha was gone. There was a strangled yelp from down the entranceway. After a moment, Gabriel returned, one hand clasped over Kevin’s mouth, the other arm wrapped around Kevin’s waist.
Isaac got to his feet. He brushed himself down and looked at his ex-boyfriend, at the man that he had thought he would spend the rest of his life with. He had dreaded this moment, but right now he felt nothing but pity for the look of utter hatred, contempt, and fear that glistened in Kevin’s eyes.
"I’m sure that you’re thinking I won’t get away with this," said Isaac, taking a step forward. Kevin struggled, trying to move away from him. But he was just a human. He didn’t have a chance. He would have been better off trying to beat down a brick wall with his fists.
"There are so many things that I want to tell you. That I want to ask you… Why did you do it? Why did you say those hurtful things?" Isaac shook his head. He felt a twinge of anger in his chest, but that was it. He felt surprisingly clear and level-headed. "You really hurt me, you know? I’ve never felt so shitty, so alone, and it was all because of you."
Isaac watched as Kevin’s struggling subsided. He let out a groan, muffled by Gabriel’s fingers over his mouth. His eyes closed halfway. His chest heaved with deep, ragged breaths.
Isaac glanced at Gabriel. Gabriel nodded at him, encouraging him, telling him to keep going. "But I suppose it isn’t fair to lay all the blame at your feet… Someone must have done this to you. You were so sweet. So happy. So proud of who you were. This hatred, this fear, this isn’t you…"
Kevin jerked away from Isaac’s fingers as Isaac caressed the side of his face. "I’m here to take you back… We can be happy again. We can be together again…"
Gabriel let go of Kevin. Kevin stumbled forward, tripping over his own feet. Isaac caught him, wrapping an arm around his prodigal lover’s waist. Kevin struggled, beating his fists on Isaac’s now-muscular chest. "What the fuck happened to you?" Kevin demanded, his voice dripping with venom.
"What the fuck are you even doing here? This is my home and you’re not welcome here, faggot!" screamed Kevin. He swung his fist up and struck Isaac in the jaw. Isaac barely felt the blow. He held on to Kevin, despite the other man’s flailing, and didn’t wince when Kevin continued his tirade. "Didn’t I tell you that I never wanted to fucking see you again, fag?!"
"Shh… Shh…" said Isaac, grabbing Kevin’s chin and tilting his face up toward his. He looked in Kevin’s eyes for any hint of the man that he had once loved, but he found nothing. For the first time since this all began, Isaac felt uncertain. He looked at Gabriel for guidance. "This isn’t working," he said, feeling the panic rising in the back of his throat.
"Don’t panic, little pup," said Gabriel. His voice was level and soothing. It helped. It let Isaac believe that everything was still under control. "It might not show, but the enchantment is already weakened by his exposure to our musk in the air. It might well just need a stronger hit to shatter."
Isaac nodded gravely. He looked down at Kevin. "I’m sorry," he said. "But you’ll thank me for this later."
Isaac put his hands on Kevin’s shoulders and pushed him all the way down to the floor. Kevin resisted, but it was a fight in vain. He was just a mortal. Isaac was more than that, now. Eventually, Kevin’s knees buckled and he fell to the floor with a grunt.
Using Kevin’s hair as leverage, Isaac grabbed his ex-lover by the back of the head. "Let go of me you fucking fagg—!" Kevin didn’t get to finish his line as Isaac shoved Kevin’s face into his crotch.
Kevin squirmed and struggled. He beat his fists uselessly at Isaac’s thighs, scrabbled with his fingers to find some purchase on Isaac’s legs. He tried to stand up, but it was futile. He struggled until he was exhausted, until he didn’t have breath left in his lungs.
Then, Kevin took a deep breath and it was all over. Isaac felt Kevin’s struggles subside. He watched as Kevin’s arms fell slack to either side. He let up on the pressure and let Kevin sit back on his feet.
Kevin’s eyes were wide open, glazed and glassy. His jaw was slack, his tongue lolling out. His cheeks were bright red. A trickle of drool dribbled from his chin. He was panting heavily, and his pants were beginning to tent out in front. "Cute," said Isaac, brushing the tears on Kevin’s cheek away with his thumb.
"Please…" Kevin croaked. "Please… I… I’m not… I don’t want to be a faggot again…" He trembled, but it was clear that the fight had left him. "I… I just want to be normal…"
Isaac felt a pang of guilt. He looked up at Gabriel and opened his mouth, but the other Alpha beat him to it. "No," said Gabriel. "That is the enchantment trying to manipulate you to look the other way. Be strong. Do not feel guilty. Feel angry that someone put in his head that being gay is wrong, that it is abnormal."
Isaac balled his fingers into fists. Gabriel was right. He looked down at Kevin. "Being gay is not a bad thing," said Isaac, gritting his teeth. "And you were better than normal when we were together. You were beautiful. And I will make sure that you remember that."
Ignoring the quiet whimper that escaped Kevin’s lips, Isaac hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his gym shorts and pulled them down. His cock, much bigger than it used to be, sprang up. He was hard. He was horny. But more importantly, he was determined to take his mate back.
Kevin’s pupils dilated. He started salivating, panting. "Go on, pup," Isaac murmured. "I know you want it. Take your first step back to me."
Isaac could see the war raging inside Kevin. The old Kevin battling the new. Now that the enchantment was weakened, the old Kevin was winning. Slowly, inch by inch, Kevin shuffled forward. Then, his lips were wrapped around the head of Isaac’s thick cock.
From there it seemed like new life surged into Kevin’s limbs. He moaned out loud, his fingers wrapping around Isaac’s thighs. He worked his tongue over Isaac’s cock head, swirling it around the sensitive glans, flicking it in and out of the piss slit.
"Good boy," said Isaac, with a wolfish grin. He threaded his fingers through Isaac’s hair and used the inky black locks as leverage. He bucked his hips, slowly pushing his cock further into Kevin’s mouth. Then, down Kevin’s throat.
Kevin moaned as Isaac’s thick meat filled his face. He looked up at Isaac, eyes shining, when his nose was finally buried in Isaac’s bush, cock lodged all the way down his throat. "Get that cock nice and wet, pup," Isaac growled. "It’s the only lube you’re going to get. You still need to be punished for the things that you said to me."
Kevin nodded, slowly bobbing his head up and down the length of Isaac’s cock. Isaac let him be for a moment and looked at Gabriel. He smiled. He felt good. Confident. Sure of himself again.
Eventually he decided that Kevin was going too slow. Taking hold of Kevin, Isaac slowly started fucking Kevin’s face on his cock. Up and down. Faster. He ignored the choking and the gagging, the whimpers and the moans. They felt good on his cock as Kevin’s throat squeezed his length.
The hot wetness was like paradise as he pumped his cock in and out of Kevin’s sweet little mouth. He had been the bottom in their relationship before, but now he understood what it was like to be the top.
He pushed his cock as far down Kevin’s throat as it could go and stopped for a moment, giving him enough time to breathe. Then, he started again. This time, he held Kevin’s head in place, moving his hips instead. He skull-fucked Kevin with abandon, knowing that every thrust, every wet slurp, forced the enchantment to fracture just a little bit more.
When he felt that his orgasm was approaching, he stopped. He pulled his cock out of Kevin’s mouth. Throat slime and spit splattered on the floor as it came out of Kevin, unbidden. Kevin just groaned, eyes wild. He had a goofy look on his face, like the skull-fucking had jostled his brain free. It was adorable.
Isaac grabbed Kevin by the shoulders and pulled him up onto his feet. Kevin swayed precariously on the spot, but stayed standing. Isaac seized fistfuls of Kevin’s shirt and tore it into two pieces, letting the tattered pieces of cloth drift to the ground to either side of him.
He reached up for Kevin’s nipples and squeezed them hard, eliciting a pained moan from Kevin, and forcing a little wet spot to appear in the front of Kevin’s pants. Isaac grabbed Kevin’s jeans and without much effort tore them off Kevin’s body. The underwear followed soon after.
"Isaac…" Kevin moaned, as Isaac bent him over the couch. "Please… Fuck me…"
Isaac grinned. He leaned over Kevin. "I fully intend to, my love," he said, whispering the words right into Kevin’s ear. He lined up his spit-slicked cock with Kevin’s hole and with no preamble, pushed his hips forward.
Kevin moaned and grunted, squirming as Isaac’s weight pinned him against the couch. His face was scrunched up in pain as Isaac forced his cock into his tight hole. He panted, tears streaming down his face, as he felt the burning pain of his asshole being stretched around Isaac’s thick cock.
He felt confused. Fuzzy. Like he was just waking up from a dream. He faintly remembered having "gone straight," and having dated this cute, shy, conservative girl after a big-titted blond bimbo dumped him. Btu that didn’t make sense. He was gay. He loved his boyfriend. He loved Isaac.
The only other thing that he could remember, a faint image that flashed into his mind as the pain of being fucked raw and with little lube, was sitting in a confessional as a smooth, velvety voice spoke to him from the screen’s other side.
Slowly, his thoughts became clearer. It meant that the pain became more acute, but by then it was already fading anyway, getting replaced by the pleasurable sensation of being so full. He moaned, a deep throated, delirious moan. It felt good. So good.
He was a top but goddamn, the dick in his ass felt so good. It took his brain a moment to register that it was Isaac fucking him. Isaac who had somehow grown the body of a bodybuilder in a few weeks. Who had showed up to his new apartment with a veritable god of masculinity in tow. Who had broken the enchantment that had turned him straight and puritan.
He didn’t get very long to dwell on those thoughts. Isaac’s cock pumping in and out of his asshole felt so good he could scarcely think. It didn’t help that his brain felt foggy, that his mind felt fuzzy, that his thoughts felt like they were going by at a crawl.
He whimpered and just let go, giving in to the pleasure that Isaac was showing him. He let himself get lost in the thrusts, the rush of electricity that surged up his spine each time that Isaac’s cock head rubbed against his prostate.
Moaning and whimpering, Kevin clutched at the upholstery of the couch as Isaac’s rhythm sped up. Each thrust came faster. Harder. More vicious. He could only cry out like a cheap little whore as Isaac’s fucking turned downright brutal, the pain of fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his waist melding with the pleasure to bring it to new heights.
His toes curled. His back arched. Every thrust felt like it was knocking his brain around in his head, turning it into horny mush. It was hard to think. Impossible to think. And for some reason that felt good.
He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to take charge. He wanted to be free of worries, free of the memory of the hurtful things that he’d done to Isaac.
He surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that was washing over him, changing him. He felt his orgasm building, his cum churning in his balls. He felt something swelling in his ass, locking him and Isaac together. He felt the burning-hot cum blasting from the tip of Isaac’s cock and flooding his insides. His own little cock twitched and sprayed the back of the couch with his cum.
Tongue hanging out, drool dribbling from his mouth, Kevin let the pleasure take him. A wave of white-hot arousal that obliterated his thoughts, that made him want nothing more than to surrender control to Isaac. "I’m yours, Isaac," he whispered. "Always."
He felt Isaac’s hot breath on his shoulder, in the curve of his neck. He felt sharp, pointed teeth scraping against his skin. Then, his mind went blank as he felt them draw blood.
When his knot deflated, Isaac took a step back, admiring his handiwork. The wound from his Bite had already healed over. Kevin was snoring softly. Cum bubbled and dripped out of Kevin’s puffy asshole, splattering across the floor.
"Well done, pup," said Gabriel. "Catch."
Isaac grabbed the phone that Gabriel tossed at him out of the air. "What—?" He was interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door.
"Come," said Gabriel, jerking his head in the direction of the entranceway. Isaac followed, curious.
Gabriel pushed open the door. A girl, probably in her mid-twenties, was standing there. Isaac recognized her. He’d met her at one of Kevin’s work functions. She had given him the stink-eye then. He’d overheard her saying something about it being a shame that Kevin was wasted on him.
"W-Who are you?" she stammered, her cheeks flushing pink the moment that she noticed Isaac didn’t have his shorts on. "What are you doing in my boyfriend’s apartment?"
"He’s not your boyfriend anymore, bitch," Isaac hissed. "He never was."
Gabriel held an arm out, blocking Isaac. Isaac growled at him, but it was just as good. Because he didn’t think he would have been able to stop himself from ripping the girl’s throat out.
Gabriel walked out into the hall. He walked right up into the girl’s personal space. She froze. He grabbed the pendant that hung around her neck on a fine golden chain. It was an onyx-black crucifix.
Gabriel smirked as he snapped the chain and crushed the cross under his heel. "Go running back to your patron," he said. "You’ve been defeated. Make sure that he knows we waged war against him once and won. Make sure he knows we will do it again. Tell him that we protect our own."