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Chapter 4: first escape (bar)

There was a growl stuck deep in his throat as Hunter’s heavy palm was pressing over his head, a silent vibration. His knees were pressed on the cold floor, his body naked except for the small pair of panties that Hunter had forced him to put on - pink, lacy and transparent, hugging his ass snugly. They could barely contain his cock, obviously made for women, forcing him to tuck it to the side. 

That was not the worst of it. His body had remained hairless after whatever the bastard had done to him - ripping his hair out with wax, swearing him with something like oil that felt nothing like oil. He had raged and cried over it when it had become clear that his beard was not growing back, not even a single hair. And he looked. There was none. Not on his chest, not even on his stomach or down to his cock - nothing besides what patches of decorative hair Hunter had left him. Even his ass… It was humiliating and enraging. The bastard had modified his body to his liking and Spike couldn’t stand to look at himself, his body looking as smooth and soft as a woman’s.

Spikes' palms were pressed to hot flesh, Hunter’s thighs that enclosed him, squeezed him as his mouth was forced on his cock. It was too thick, too long, too massive for his mouth. Spike could only take the head in before he started feeling like gagging. The very act repulsed him… he fought the instinct to close his mouth that already felt tired staying too widely open for too long. But he still remembered the times Hunter had dislocated his jaw and forced himself inside, nearly suffocating him. He didn’t want that... He didn’t want any of it. He wanted to go home, he wanted to be with his bitch, be with his pack, be himself again… 

His pelvis had needed more than a week to heal. He didn’t know how much exactly. Two? A month? It felt like it had taken forever, every day pinned to that bed. Whenever he wasn’t left alone, scared of when Hunter would come back, he was fucked and abused… 

It had been two days since he was healed, enough to know the bone had fused properly and healed over. Hunter had been there, the whole two days…

It was almost painful, how entirely inept his bitch was at the most simple of tasks. Even after training Spike with the promise of having his jaw dislocated, the bitch still couldn’t put forth any effort to do more than hold his dick in that incredibly boring mouth. 

Hunter growled, low and threatening in his throat, sliding his fingers tightly into Spike’s hair, jerking slightly at the roots, glaring into those pale, disobedient eyes. He wanted his bitch strong and defiant, willing to challenge him and fight their enemies, but he also wanted at least some semblance of talent.

“Are you distracted, or just completely inept?” Hunter growled, dragging Spike backwards off his cock, smacking him across the cheek, just hard enough to hopefully get the bitch’s attention. “You have lips and a tongue. Fucking use them. Feels like a dead fish on my dick.”

Hunter pressed the head of his cock against Spike’s lips again, growling ‘open’ before sliding his cock head in again. Grunting, he flicked Spike’s forehead. “Watch the teeth, cub.”

When Spike was jerked back by his hair and pulled off Hunter’s cock, a growl escaped his mouth, his eyes watering even before the slap came. It was hard and heavy with no strength spared. It made his teeth clatter as he was pulled back down. Spike shifted on his knees, trying to crawl away, pushing himself away by the man's thighs, but he was held in place. Cockhead pressed against his wet lips…

Spike was doing the best he could… He was doing more than he had ever thought he would be willing to do. Pressed so close into another male’s crotch, having his cock in his mouth… And it was still not enough. 

His body trembled, feebly squeezing at thigh flesh as he did what he was told, opening his mouth at the command, feeling the cock enter his mouth again, wrapping his trembling lips around the hot slick flesh. Spike squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the flick over his forehead, surprised that the moisture in his eyes didn’t overflow from the motion. He tried… he tried to suck, to not let his teeth touch the cock. He tried to take him in deeper… but he choked and nearly gagged as he felt the head press so close to his throat.

“Relax your jaw and squeeze with your lips,” Hunter grumbled, guiding Spike’s head back when he felt the bitch gag. It was truly pathetic. He couldn’t believe the bitch was actually trying. “Suck as it draws out, not as…”

Giving a grunt of dissatisfaction, eyes jerking towards the old wooden clock hanging on the wall, Hunter growled. He fed his cock back into Spike’s mouth, moaning softly as he felt some pleasure, before the damn bitch’s mouth went completely slack, gagging again. He pulled Spike off his cock, slapping the bitch again before grabbing his cock, furiously sliding his hand up and down his own length. Even with the small amount of drool Spike had left behind, and the rough grip of his palm, it felt better than his bitch’s mouth had.

“Useless mouth, made for whining and crying,” Hunter growled, fingers twisting in Spike’s hair, forcing the man to hold still as he masturbated quickly, gasping as he felt the pleasure rolling up his spine. “Can’t suck cock. Just wanted a….mmm…quick suck before work. Should have just fucked you.”

Fast as he was fucking his hand, tensing his muscles, it took only a few minutes before Hunter started coming. He kept his cock aimed at Spike’s face, fisting and milking his knot as he released thick streams of semen over the bitch’s mouth, spraying over Spike’s left eye, and across the bitch’s throat. 

Gasping, shaking his dick, Hunter gave Spike a dark look. As he stood, he shoved Spike to the floor, storming past him to clean himself off at the kitchen sink. “There’s vegetables in the fridge.” He grumbled, drying off his dick before tucking himself back into his pants. “Practice on the zucchini while I’m out. Don’t know how you keep gagging, as much food as you shove down your throat.”

Spike was feeling anger bubble inside him at the instructions, at the fucking disatisfied grunts. He didn’t know what more the bastard wanted. Spike was trying, he was trying… Until the giant wolf pulled him back again and slapped him, the sting on his cheek was heavy and hard. Being punished for obeying… 

As his face was jerked to the side by the strike, his tears finally overflowed, dripping silently from his eyes as Hunter twisted and pulled his hair in a relentless grip. The cock being jerked right in his face, made him try to  move away but the hand in his hair held him in place with such strength he whimpered. His knees hurt, his back hurt, his neck hurt, his mouth and face… and the bastard just kept insulting him even when he was trying…

Spike could see the tensing muscles, the swelling of the knot, aware of what was to come. His heart was trying to climb out of his throat. He tried to move his face away but Hunter jerked him by the hair again, placed in front of his cock. A small growl turned into a whine as cum poured over his face, a shot in his eye that he barely managed to close, over his mouth, still open, gasping for air and down his throat. Thick and heavy, dripping down his bare chest. A tear rolled down his cheek from his clean eye.

When the man stood up and shoved him to the side, Spike’s knees gave out. He fell to the floor sobbing, trying to wipe his cum-covered eye with his forearm. His cock had slipped out of the small pink panties while the back of them had bunched up in his ass. He couldn’t take it anymore… he couldn’t. He was humiliated and belittled. Hunter was trying to crush him in every possible way - even his spirit and mind were under his abuse and he felt he was close to breaking…

Hunter tugged on a jacket as he angrily stormed through the house. He’d brought this bitch in, fed her, gave Spike time to heal, and the bitch couldn’t seem to understand the basic concept of sucking a cock. It wasn’t difficult! He’d done it himself, in a life that felt like it had been centuries away, rather than the decade or more since the war had ended. 

He ran his hands over his hair, shorter than he was used to, having wanted to look nice for the bitch, hopefully to encourage Spike to try harder. Fingers dragging over the stubble on his jaw and chin, Hunter spun around, glaring down at the sobbing man on the floor.

“Are you listening to me, or are you just wallowing in your own self pity?” Hunter growled, stomping back to the bitch. He paused, seeing Spike’s cock draped out of the panties, smiling slightly as he crouched down, tugging Spike’s head back up. “I’m going to work.” He sighed, running his hand down over Spike’s ass, feeling the firm and soft skin beneath the lace underwear. “Clean yourself up. Prepare your ass or your mouth for when I get back.”

Slapping Spike’s ass he got up, flinging open the door and slamming it shut behind him. He locked the door before storming to his truck, driving away, his mood dark. He was still entirely unsatisfied. A quick jerk onto the bitch’s face had just left him hungry for more.

Spike was crying because he couldn't accept this reality. He couldn't accept the claiming mark on the back of his neck, nor the one visible at the front. This was not him. This wasn't happening to him. It wasn't possible...

He grinded his teeth as he heard the man stomp again next to him, demanding his attention. Spike couldn't give a fuck... or so he wanted to think. His skin prickled from the memory of his body being abused and crushed, from being fucked almost to the brink of death.

Spike blinked away tears as Hunter crouched beside him and turned his face toward himself. His body tensed as the man ran his hands over his waist, gripping his ass. His heart climbed up to his throat as he was instructed to get ready for later. Mouth or ass... That was all he was reduced to. As Hunter slapped his behind he gasped, whole body shaken by the smack, the band of the lacy underwear dug into his cock.

He watched after the wolf as he stormed off, locking the door behind. Like Spike was some fucking bitch meant to be kept inside. Anger started to win over his despair. Tears were still sliding down his cheeks as he pulled himself up by his arms, tugging the panties out of his ass, and pushing his cock back inside, positioned to the side. His cock had started to get stiffer as he had been slapped around, the rush of adrenalin in expectation for a fight, but now it had softened back up when he had been left alone on the floor.

He could feel the cum drying on his face, his arm, his neck, his chest... He knew there was some in his hair. Spike showed his teeth as he headed for the bathroom where he scrubbed his skin painfully hard with soap.

He was done. There was nothing keeping him here. Hunter was gone and Spike was healed. From experience he knew the bastard would be at least a few hours before he would come back. Did Hunter really think a locked door would be enough to contain him?

Spike was shaking as he tried to find shoes, clothes, anything.... The only thing he found was Hunter's discarded shirt as he had dressed for work.

It didn't matter. Spike didn't need clothes. He had plenty of money and his own place. His pack were probably worried sick and his bitch Ran would be frantic as well. He didn’t believe for a second the lies that Hunter had told him about them. So he put on the shirt. It was big enough to fall over his ass and groin. His hair was falling over his shoulders in tangled waves.

It didn't matter how he was dressed. What he looked like. He was Spike fucking Bloodhound. His name meant something. It brought respect and fear. Hunter was a nobody. A lone fucking bounty hunter, with nothing to his name, no wildly known reputation. At least not under this name, this identity.

With an inhuman growl he kicked the front door with his bare leg. The locks shook before snapping out of the wooden frame. The door shook and it swung open, the wood didn't break but it bent and cracked, hinges creaking painfully. When his bare feet touched the grass he started running, letting his wolf finally take him after so long, carrying him back to the city, away from this nightmare.

He wanted to go home first, embrace his bitch and forget all that ever happened… but he couldn’t return like this, and he couldn’t just pretend nothing had happened. Hunter would surely come for him and he needed to be ready. He could go to his pack, as their alpha none of them could refuse to aid him in a fight even if they had no personal stake in it.

Spike ran to the bar, his strength carrying him well, but not well enough. His bare feet had become blackened from the dirt, healed over so many cuts that the bruising refused to heal anymore. He was tired, out of breath, sweaty but he also felt cold. Fear was creeping up his back. As if no matter how far he ran, no matter where… there were always eyes on the back of his head, always a hand reaching for him. He knew that he needed to regroup fast. He couldn’t defeat Hunter alone, but with the pack it would be easy. He knew it.

When he stepped inside the bar it was quiet. Just the babble of familiar voices. Or Razor laughing and cleaning cups, the sound of the tv in the corner, fixing tables and getting ready to open for the night crowd. But then the sounds stopped. An eerie silence fell as Spike walked inside, crossing the distance from the door to the bar in heavy stomping steps. But when he looked, he didn’t see relief and didn’t receive a welcome back. Instead Razor was showing his teeth, eyes aglow.

“What the fuck are you doing back?” the pup growled at him as Spike just stared in stunned silence. Jin was next to Razor, looking at Spike with an impassive expression.

Spike regained himself from the shock. He had never seen or heard Razor acting like this toward him. He growled deep in response, his eyes glowing sharply at the pup. “ What do you mean, why am I back? This is my bar and this is my pack!” His voice was deep but raw in his sore throat from Hunter forcing his cock down it for the last two weeks. He could see the hesitation slipping in Razor's face, finally registering the state that Spike was in. Half naked, bruised and dirty. His eyes lingering way too long on his bare legs and up, to the small peek of pink lace under the hanging shirt.

Jin simply stepped off as if this didn’t concern him, going inside, to the back of the bar. Spike would teach him a lesson about respect later. Now he needed help. He needed…

“I need help. Ok?” Spike insisted, his voice crossing into desperation as he stepped closer while the pup looked at him in mixed anger, frustration, doubt and confusion. “Razor. Listen to me.” his eyes watered as he tried to speak as calmly as possible, but there was demand and urgent insistence there, shakiness in his voice that Razor didn’t remember ever hearing from Spike. “I was taken by some Family. Some ‘Nature’ fucking clan. They caught me off guard, beat me and handed me over to the fucking Devourer! Are you fucking listening to me? —” Spike's voice had turned into growls as he had caught Razor by the shirt, pulling at him. The man had turned pale and frightened.

Then Spike stumbled back, a heavy hand ripped his shaky grip off Razor. Zain was staring daggers into Spike, pushing Razor behind himself. The smaller wolf seemed happy for the help.

“Get the fuck out, you stray bitch .” Zain commanded him with a steady voice, dripping with disgust. Spike was taken aback, frozen. “You think we’re fucking stupid? You thought you were better than all of us, wanted to move up, right? But it didn’t fucking work out, didn’t it? And now you’re crawling back here with your fucking tail between your legs. You think we can’t fucking see the claiming marks? You fucking reek of bitch—”

Spike couldn’t take it anymore. They fucking though he left! How stupid could they be? Even Zain, who was older than him, believed it… Spike growled heavily, feeling the rage bubble up inside him. He wanted to rip everything apart, but instead he slammed into Zain, grabbing him, nails digging into shoulder.

“You fucking idiots!” he roared. “I’m your alpha . You will fucking listen to me!” 

“Go back to whoever claimed you, bitch . You’re no alpha anymore. Get over yourself.” Zain stood firm, speaking with an icy growl that made Spike’s eyes water. It was like a knife to his back - his own pack abandoning him in his time of need…

“It’s not true!” tears dripped out of Spike’s eyes as he still gripped Zain, nails digging into flesh. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be really happening. Was there really nothing left of his former life? The horror of the reality he was forced in felt crushing... “You have to help me—”

It hadn’t been a long job. There was information he needed to gather, the quarry to hunt through the streets, and for that Hunter needed a location, last known whereabouts. He’d gone to question a former pack member, and possible lover, charming the young wolf, while also putting her a little on edge. He’d thought it was just his gruff nature, but then there had been a sound from the back room of the apartment. Hunter really hadn’t thought the man he’d been hunting would be staying with an ex-girlfriend, as who could be that stupid? 

With another war criminal captured and dragged back to the family, the same who had hired him to capture Spike, he headed home. Sasha and David were a little strange, incredibly domesticated for wolves, but they paid well. He’d been able to calm himself down, as wrestling a bounty to the floor always soothed him, and had returned home, to find the cabin’s door swinging weakly on its hinges, the locks broken from the inside outwards. 

The bitch’s scent was strong, but not the concentrated aroma Hunter had grown used to. There was little question in his mind that Spike had left on his own two feet. What did the bitch think he was doing? Who did he think hunted him down last time? Growling low in his throat, Hunter stalked after the trail the bitch left, scenting the air, his eyes wolf as he inhaled deeply. He knew his bitch’s scent inside and out now, had already tasted her flesh and blood. 

He raced along the path the bitch had taken, noting how little thought had gone into the escape. It was as if Spike had just run, not bothering to put on shoes, bare feet leaving a stronger scent without any leather or rubber soles to mask the scent. It was almost insulting, as if Spike no longer found him a threat. Where would he go? Back to the pack who believed him gone? Or the bitch who was moving on? 

As Hunter entered familiar territory, the scent of Spike’s pack drifting along the streets, Hunter growled low in his throat, loping lazily as he neared the bar. Straight to pack. Did Spike think to join ranks to take him down? Is that why he hadn’t bothered to try and cover his trail? The growl that rumbled from Hunter’s throat as he entered the bar started low, ending in a massive bellow that left the glasses behind the bar humming softly as they clinked and chimed together. 

The bitch was right up against another man, older than Spike, younger than himself, whose hands lifted into the air, showing he wasn’t touching Spike. There was a younger wolf behind the other— both were familiar. By the scent he knew they were part of Spike’s pack, had been in the bar more than once as he’d searched for Spike, but he hadn’t paid much attention to them, beyond asking what he needed. Casual conversation. Hunter let his gaze roam over them, committing their faces to memory, before he settled the full force of his glare on his bitch.

“You really think I wouldn’t be able to follow your scent, bitch?” Hunter rumbled, teeth sharp as he stormed closer, kicking the back of Spike’s knees to make them buckle, grabbing the bitch’s tangled hair before Spike fully dropped. “You think I don’t know the smell of my own cock?!”

As the door swung open and the air shook with the fierce growl, Spike felt his stomach turn. He grew pale as he looked to see Hunter, as angry as he had been when he had nearly killed him in the bathroom. He released his grip on Zain as his body trembled, overtaken by panic and fear... No! No, it wasn’t true. Spike was the alpha. He had a plan, there was a plan! He just needed the pack. They could take him down even just the four of them—

His knees buckled as Hunter kicked the back of them. Spike’s stomach turned again, though he successfully managed not to whimper. He didn’t have words to insult him. He was shaking both from anger and from fear. He didn’t have anyone watching his back. He didn’t have his pack. He would lose this fight… But he was damned if he was going to just roll over for the bastard. 

Spike roared as the man pulled him by the hair, reaching and pulling himself by Hunter’s hand, teeth sharp and eyes glowing.

Razor was pushed back by Zain, who took a few steps to the side, giving them space. Razor couldn’t help but look at Spike. Seeing his former alpha so easily pushed down, reeking of fear. It lit something in his stomach that was further fueled by the clear view of his naked body and the small lace panties Spike was wearing over a smooth stomach. A view that never in the life he thought that he would see.

Hunter spared a brief glance to the other two wolves in the bar, snarling a warning for them to keep their distance, one he noticed he didn’t need to make as the two were already moving away. Every muscle in his body was tensed, claws out as he returned all his focus to the snarling bitch in his grip. 

Keeping a firm grip on Spike’s hair, he wrenched the bitch to the side, further upsetting his balance, snarling as Spike snapped and growled at him. He snapped a fist forward into the bitch’s face, followed by a slap, and another. 

“You stupid slut,” Hunter growled, the words nearly indistinguishable from growls as he bore Spike down into the ground, wrenching one of the bitch’s arms around when Spike punched him, using the bitch’s arm to spin Spike around, using his full weight to slam the bitch down onto the floor. “Come begging at the feet of your former pack? Should have offered to suck their cocks to get their help. Offer your ass next time, you stupid bitch!”

On the last word, Hunter brought his hand down with a resounding slap on Spike’s ass, the flesh shaking under his hand, colouring a livid red immediately. He repeated the smack, shoving against the arm he had wrenched behind Spike’s back as he slammed his hand down again, and again across the bitch’s ass. His hand stung and his fingers went numb from the strength he put behind each smack as he spanked the bitch, Spike’s head down, ass in the air, but Hunter didn’t relent, not bothering to keep count as he beat the bitch.

Spike was made to fight. There was something inside him that reveled in it. The push of his muscles, the pain that he could inflict… but with Hunter it didn’t give him the edge that it did against others. Because the bastard was even more bloodthirsty than he was. More brutal and physically strong - and those were all of Spike's strong points. Hunter countered them all perfectly. 

He was pulled by his hair again, and the very act of it enraging Spike further. His hair. Nobody should touch his hair... But Hunter did, pulled him by it and now he jerked him to the side, making him lose his balance. Spike’s heart was pounding wildly, threatening to climb up his throat as Hunter snarled in his face. Spike was pushed down by a heavy punch to the face, cheekbone almost cracking from the force. It was followed by a slap that made his nose bleed, and another. Spike snarled at the insults, as tears threatened to overflow from his eyes. 

When Hunter drove him to the floor Spike’s growls turned into desperate barks, like a wild animal, trying to bite and maim with fists and claws.... Until the bastard pinned him by the arm, slamming him completely to the ground. The air was punched out of Spike’s guts making him whimper. The bitter words spoken drilled into his skull painfully. How could he be an alpha when he was pinned to the floor, shaking in fear? This had never happened to him before. Was his only option really to beg for help like a bitch?...

The hard strike on his behind startled him as much as it hurt. Eyes opening wide, he tried to wiggle violently out of the position he was forced in. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. But he was struck again - a hard, heavy, open palm over his ass. With a force that he could feel shake his recently healed bones. He cried before he could stop himself, not that it would have been possible for Spike to stop if he wanted to. Bitter tears rolled down his cheeks, gathering under his chin as he was getting spanked in front of his former packmates. Beyond the pain that had his ass already starting to feel numb, he was completely humiliated and mortified.

Razor couldn't help but stare with shining eyes at the display before him. He had always wanted to take down Spike, become stronger than him. A childish goal that pushed him forward. But seeing this... It was a strange substitute to the joy he knew he would feel looking at Spike being defeated. A primal desire to devour the weak. The crying mess of a man on the floor. He wanted to fuck that bitch into the floor, make him cry like that in utter defeat… But Razor could never hope to defeat Spike. However, this man had and Razor enjoyed watching it happen. He looked at that display in awe and confusing arousal. 

How many smacks had he given Spike’s ass? Hunter didn’t know, only knew that his hand stung from the repeated slaps, and that the bitch was a sobbing mess on the floor by the time he stopped, that pert, beautiful ass covered in red, angry looking hand marks. The bitch’s cock had fallen free again, semi hard from the fight and the pain of being beaten. Hunter sighed, the anger slowly leaving him as he shook the sting from his hand, looking up at the two wolves standing and watching.

“Sorry for disciplining my bitch in your territory, but it looked like he was bothering you.” He huffed, rubbing Spike’s back before dragging Spike up and against his chest, kneeling behind the bitch as he caught his breath. “Troublesome little lady. How will you make it up to them, hmm?”

His bitch was so emotional, still sobbing, looking ashamed. What did Spike think would happen? He’d told him the family had spread rumors that he’d left, gone to find a new pack, hungering for more fighting and battle. Of course the pack wouldn’t want him back. If they shared the same ideals, having an alpha turned bitch come back to them, acting as if nothing had changed, had to be insulting. He reached up, gently wiping some of the blood from Spike’s nose, sighing and smearing the blood on the shirt the bitch was wearing, looking back to the two wolves.

“I’m Hunter. I’ve had drinks here before, though not often.”

Spike had stopped struggling so violently to get away. Hunter’s grip on him had felt like it would break his bones if he continued. His knees rubbed painfully on the floor, his body pressed down while his ass was held up. At first it had hurt terribly and then his flesh had started to grow numb. When that had passed however the pain of it had begun to feel deeper and sharper, like a punch to a fresh bruise. Again and again. Spike's silent sobbing had started to mix with pitiful whimpers and cries of pain. The shirt he was wearing had rolled up, exposing his bare stomach. The lace panties had ridden up his ass and he could feel that his cock had slipped out. It swayed with every strike as his body would get pushed forward and then back.

When Hunter stopped his brutal spanking Spike’s whole body was trembling. Tears still streamed down his face as the man dragged him up, the shirt falling over his stomach and groin. He barely managed to breathe as Hunter rubbed his back, almost in a soothing motion. Spike could feel him pressed close to his back, speaking low. He was already too upset to be able to react to him calling him ‘little lady’ but still his already flushed face became even more red. Spike tried to shake his head because he couldn’t understand. There was nothing to make up for. They were the ones who had betrayed him. Literally left him to the wolves.

He looked up with trembling eyes to the men who have once been like his brothers. Both of them had refused to help him… And the gazes that were directed at him were ones that he could have never imagined seeing from them. There was fascination and glee in Razor's eyes as he watched him get beaten and something burning deeper - lust. While Zain looked at him as if he was a stranger, which somehow hurt even more than the disgusting way Razor was staring at him. 

Spike’s eyelashes were heavy with tears, hiccuping pathetically as Hunter gently wiped his bloody nose.

“That’s alright.” Zain answered Hunter with a tight expression. There were bloody spots on his shirt, around his shoulder, where Spike had sunk his claws in. “I’m Zain, the owner.” Spike stared in shock at that statement because Spike was the owner, Zain only managed the place… “It happens. Some bitches are harder to discipline than others.” his eyes bearing down on Spike.

Hunter felt himself relax, as clearly Zain understood and sympathised with the difficulties he’d had breaking Spike in as a bitch. The challenge was easily worth it, as he had no use for bitches who mindlessly obeyed; their submission without any challenge always made Hunter’s dick soft. Spike was a constant battle, but he liked the fight, the challenge, and the sweet reward when the bitch finally gave in. He smiled at Zain, slowly turning his gaze back to Spike, stroking the bitch’s face.

“He is a challenge, but incredibly satisfying once she’s gotten warmed up.” Hunter chuckled.

Breathing in deeply at Spike’s throat, he looked back up at Zain. He’d noticed the blood on the man’s shirt, the small holes ripped from what looked like claws. Not only had Spike run from home, trying to regain his pack, but he had also caused the bar owner injury.

“Precious,” Hunter half-purred, half-growled against Spike’s ear, loud enough for both the other wolves to hear. “You need to make a proper apology to Zain, don’t you think? Forcing your way in and injuring him, harassing him.” He tightened his hand in Spike’s hair, tilting his head as he looked at Zain. “He’s terrible at sucking cock, but we’re working on his skills. Could show you what he’s learned by way of apology? He knows what happens if he bites.”

Spike was struggling to breathe because he was trying to do it as silently as possible while Hunter stroked his face, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t believe he was graveling on the floor in the arms of another man… in his own damn bar. Being insulted and ridiculed by his own damn pack. Those sniveling bastards that always needed his strength during the war were abandoning him now for no reason at all— His breath got stuck in his throat at Hunter’s words - at the casual conversation, talking about him as if he was a damn object, not even important enough to be part of the conversation. A light hearted discussion about Hunter abusing and forcing himself on him.

His skin prickled as he had unknowingly left his throat exposed to Hunter in submission. He shut his eyes hard, breathing a shaky gulp of air as Hunter leaned in closer, speaking against his ear. His deep voice reverberated through Spike, shaking him to the core. His eyes shifted in a panic, trying to look at Hunter, pleading with them not to do this. Not to make him do this.

Spike’s heart started to beat irregularly fast. 

“ Please… ” he whispered almost without voice, cold sweat breaking over his back. There was no way. He would never. “I’m sorry.” he whimpered just as fast as his eyes moved in a panic toward Razor and then up at Zain. “ I’m sorry. ” he pleaded desperately, eyes locked with Zain’s icy gaze. If their twenty year brotherhood had meant anything, he wouldn’t. Zain wouldn’t…

“Yea?” Zain said, in a tone that suggested that he was considering it. Spike was shaking as their eyes remained locked. “Why not.” he said finally with an amused smile. 

Razor looked at this scene unfolding in shock and excitement. Every moment was a gift. Looking at Spike fallen so low - he deserved it, abandoning his pack and his bitch.

Hunter gave Zain an easy smile, a little too toothy to be pleasant, his canines back to their more human size. It was common courtesy to allow use of a bitch, especially if someone had been insulted; it was part of why bitches were such important members of any pack. Fights could be avoided, either through offering use of a bitch, or if a communal pack bitch stepped in to calm the pack members.

“Stop crying,” Hunter told Spike firmly, lifting the shirt to wipe the blood from his bitch’s face, being gentle with Spike’s nose, as he was sure he’d nearly broken it. “You came here. What did you think would happen? Making a scene, throwing yourself at other men like a common bitch. You hungering for other cocks in you, baby? Here’s your chance.”

He jerked the shirt over Spike’s head, using the fabric to tangle Spike’s arms. He was sure the bitch would fight the entire time. So close to getting away, and yet the dumb bastard had thought to come here? Did he expect sympathy? Hunter looked over at the other, smaller wolf, noticing how excited the young wolf had been during the entire exchange. He gave the wolf a grin as he wrestled Spike’s arms back.

“You want a go?” Hunter asked, glancing back towards Zain as he heard the man’s jeans being unfastened.

Spike couldn’t believe what was happening. Couldn’t believe the exchange he was witnessing. Couldn’t believe Zain would do this to him. His whole body was trembling with the realization that even if he couldn’t believe it, it was happening.

“ Please, don’t… ” he pleaded desperately, his voice raw from his crying, stuffing a heavy sob when Hunter ordered him to stop crying. In his desperate haste to obey he almost choked as tears slid down his cheeks when he closed his eyes. Hunter was wiping his nose gently with the shirt Spike was wearing. 

Spike looked at him, eyes pleading and frightened. Then Hunter spoke, explaining calmly… how everything was Spike’s own fault. It made him angry, but his fear won over that anger. His body was still trembling as Hunter jerked the shirt over Spike’s head in a heavy singular pull. Without the shirt Spike’s smooth chest and stomach stood on display, only small patches of decorative hair grew over his flushed flesh. His cock was still hanging from the small lace panties.

Spike tried to pull away, turn around, hide himself… but Hunter held him by the arms that were pulled back behind his back, tangled in the shirt. Spike’s breathing was quick and erratic, small growls could be heard between his teeth as he saw Zain stepping forward as he unfastened his jeans. He could see his old packmate reaching into his underwear, pulling out his cock. Heavy and thick, a lot shorter than Hunter’s but possibly fatter. There was a generous amount of hair framing the cock, running just as thickly up his stomach. Spike had seen it before endless times during the war, as the pack had lived savage lives where they would roam the woods naked. But this was the first time he was scared by the sight of it.

Spike could barely move with Hunter’s hands holding him in an iron grip. As Zain moved closer, bringing his groin right in Spike’s face, he tried to move away, pull his head back or to the side, barely able to breathe… then he felt Hunter’s hand on his neck, squeezing, keeping him from moving, instructing him to open his mouth. Aware that Hunter could snap his neck easily in that grip, he opened his mouth. It only took a second to see Zain gripping his cock, positioning it toward Spike, before he felt the mighty shove forward, lining up exactly with Zain’s dick. 

Spike’s eyes opened wide in horror as his head sunk down into Zain’s crotch. He fought with the instinct to shut his mouth as the barely hard cock rapidly entered him, so thick he felt his jaw would break even when it was soft. Somehow he was pushed forward on it, making it slip inside in that same first shove, right to the base. His face got buried in hair, inhaling and choking on Zain’s scent. Spike’s head was pulled back, lips firm around the frightening girth, making him suck hard and sloppy on the cock. Spike felt it grow thicker, harder and bigger in his mouth, hearing Zain mutter a soft swear word at how quickly he had gotten hard.

It was impressive what a little training and making good on threats would do. Hunter watched as he pushed Spike’s head forward, how the bitch’s jaw dropped to allow Zain’s cock access, the bitch’s throat distending as he pushed Spike down to the base. He gave the bitch a little time to get used to the feeling of a dick down his throat, before pulling the little lady back, giving Spike time to breathe.

“That’s it… suck as you draw back, just like I taught you.” Hunter rumbled, holding the bitch’s arms as he shifted on his knees, rubbing his groin against Spike’s ass. “Open as it goes in. Use your tongue. Stroke it.”

He shoved Spike’s head forward again, making the bitch take every bit of Zain’s cock, watching as the hardening flesh spread Spike’s lips wider, the cock lengthening just enough to slide further down Spike’s throat, the bitch choking a little. “Swallow,” Hunter murmured against Spike’s ear, feeling himself growing hard watching his bitch take another man’s cock in his mouth, groaning as he pulled Spike back again, only to shove his head back down quickly, forcing Spike to take it faster.

Growling a low groan, Hunter licked up Spike’s neck, feeling where Zain’s cock head had entered the bitch’s throat. He shoved down on Spike’s arms, forcing the bitch’s back to tilt, to shove that perfect ass out, hungrily rolling his hips up. He needed to be inside him. Letting Spike slide back down Zain’s cock, Hunter looked back to the younger of the two pack members.

“Do you have anything I could borrow to slick him up?” Hunter rumbled, pushing Spike’s lips back down Zain’s cock.

Razor was getting even more excited as he watched the show. He knew he was lucky to just see this - it was too much to wish to be in Zain’s place… but damn he could imagine it later. He breathed hard, feeling his own cock stiffen in his jeans. His eyes were glued to Spike’s naked body - flushed and smooth and cute. Even cuter in those small dainty panties. As the former alpha tried to pull away, his back arched, pushing his chest forward. The curve of that body was something Razor had never thought he would find this maddeningly appealing. But it was. Round and perky tits, smooth and cute soft tummy, a prick so big it couldn’t be contained in the panties even when soft, but left completely untouched. A manhood left unused - so fitting for a bitch. An innocent cute bitch that cried around a cock in her mouth. Razor was completely shocked and way too aroused. How were these thoughts about Spike - the man he had always looked up to? He didn’t know but it was what it was…

Spike couldn’t help it anymore, even with Hunter having forbidden him - he cried. Tears silently slipped down his cheeks with Zain in his mouth. His former brother…

He coughed as he was pulled off the cock, tasting bitter and salt on his tongue. Spike felt Hunter press closer to his back, his groin rubbing against his still flushed and tender ass. Spike’s heart beat even heavier and faster, his own dick feeling stiffer from the fight, the struggle and beating that got his blood pumping. He wanted to sob but his breath caught as he was shoved forward again. Zain’s hard cock filled his mouth, hot and thick, entering further into his throat, reaching deeper than before. Spike started choking, but then he heard Hunter commanding him to swallow… so he tried.. His eyes watered as he was pulled back again, his tongue sliding roughly over the underside of the shaft, following right up to the slit above. He could hear Zain moan and before he had time for anything else he was forced back down faster, a sound getting stuck in his throat.

Spike felt the tongue on his neck, the growl vibrating through his spine. His heart tried to climb up his throat, cock growing stiffer when his back was forced to tilt. His ass pressed into Hunter’s groin, feeling the bastard roll his hips. Spike whimpered before he was pressed down on Zain’s cock again, tears overflowing again, his throat squeezing, contorting with the cock inside. If he had any way to make a sound, he would have cried from the pain he felt of his throat being forced open by a cock. There was a dull ringing in his ears as his nose was buried again into Zain's pubes.

Hunter spoke again, asking for something to slick Spike up and Razor was quick to respond. “Shit. Yeah.” he murmured hurriedly, reaching behind the bar as he adjusted his hard cock in his pants. He handed Hunter a half empty bottle of lube, label on it saying ‘flaming hot’. A warming lubricant. 

The pup’s enthusiasm made Hunter smile, his heart thudding heavy and fast in his chest as he dry humped Spike’s buttocks. Perhaps in the past, during the war, while the pack had been hunting, he would have killed several of the members, but the young wolf, handing over a bottle of lubricant, he would have left alive. The witness to the Devourer’s judgement. A low approving rumble sounded from his throat as he met the wolf’s eyes, plastered against Spike’s back.

“Much appreciated,” he practically purred, turning his attention back to Spike, licking and sucking his way up the bitch’s neck, eyes barely open as he watched his bitch struggle to keep the dick in that smooth throat.

Leaning back, he tugged Spike’s head backwards, keeping the slide of the bitch’s lips smooth, licking his own lips as he watched Zain’s cock slide down to the head. “Such a good bitch,” he grunted, tying the shirt snug around Spike’s wrists. “Lick nice and sweetly… Get a good taste.”

He set down the lubricant long enough to get out his own cock, not letting go of Spike’s neck as he unfastened his jeans. He hissed softly as the head of his cock caught, his dick really too large to be moved easily with one hand, breathing out in relief as he released it, letting the length flop onto Spike’s waiting ass. Jerking aside the panties, his cock giving an excited twitch at the sight of that naked, reddened flesh, Hunter uncapped the lubricant, drizzling a healthy amount down the bitch’s butt crack. Setting aside the lube, Hunter rumbled a low purr as he gathered the slick running down, sliding two fingers into Spike, tightening his hold on the bitch’s neck and pushing Spike’s mouth back down over Zain.

“Your pussy is so hot and wet for me, precious,” Hunter growled, feeling the warmth from the lubricant heating Spike up further. “Sloppy for me. Gonna show them how well you take me? How many times you come?”

Looking back up at the younger wolf, guessing the pup was in his early, maybe mid-twenties, Hunter fucked Spike slow and deep with his fingers, working a third in as he shoved into the bitch’s prostate. “Did he bother you as well?” He asked, smiling a little more gently, even as lust and need clouded his eyes. “If Zain finishes before I do, feel free to take the lady’s mouth. She needs the practice.”

Wasting no more time, feeling Spike loosening, Hunter lined up his cock, pulling Spike’s head back as he pressed in, wanting to hear the bitch as he entered her. It had been so long, waiting for Spike’s pelvis to heal. Hunter groaned, lightly biting Spike’s jaw as he kept pushing in, shifting his hips as he pumped slowly, working his cock in until he could feel the smooth heat of Spike’s ass against his balls. He let out a strained breath, eyes barely open, then pushed Spike’s gaping mouth back onto Zain’s cock.

“Giving you what you wanted, baby?” Hunter asked, sliding out slowly before pressing back in fully, his voice rumbling on a pleasured growl. “My pretty bitch… so needy for attention.” 

Spike's body had gone stiff, muscles flexed in frightened attention as Hunter humped his sensitive ass over his clothes. The huge man pressed himself into Spike, completely over his back making his knees drive harder into the floor, painfully. And at the same time he was forced on Zain's thick, musky cock. He struggled to breathe, to not choke and suffocate, swallowing desperately as he felt Hunter’s relentless tongue on his neck. He was pulled back, this time easier, feeling the smooth slide of the cock, eyes teary at the praising words. Horrifying humiliation... 

When Hunter tugged and tied the shirt around his hands tightly, Spike grunted, lips pulling back over the swollen head of the cock. He squeezed his eyes shut, stopping himself from sobbing as he extended his tongue out, licking the cock as if it tasted good, precum mixing with saliva making him want to gag as his sloppy wet lips took the head and sucked like Hunter had instructed him so many times. 

Spike flinched as he felt the weight of Hunter's cock on his ass, mortified that he knew it just by feeling. The panties were pulled aside, still digging into flesh as Spike felt wetness slide down the crevice of his ass. It ran down to his balls, a few moments later he started feeling a tingling warmth, even warmer as the wolf slid his finger inside his ass, making him gasp and breathe a hot puff of air over Zain's cock.

When his head was forced back down he squeezed his eyes shut, moisture overflowing again down his cheeks. This time however he also cried because of the things Hunter was saying to him, comparing his ass to a sopping wet pussy. Spike tried to protest, voice caught in his throat. The cock inside his mouth seemed to be growing bigger and he felt his jaw creak with the pressure. Hunter pressed his fingers inside him, then drew them out, fucking his hole slow and deep, making him groan in protest around the dick in his mouth, trying to yelp when Hunter drove hard into his prostate. Spike's cock jumped to attention, twitching and leaking. Completely naked and exposed as he was, he was consumed by shame, managing to hear Hunter promising his mouth to Razor as well. Spike tried to protest but he could only sob around the cock in his mouth, his ass feeling so unnaturally hot, as if he had already been fucked right before this. 

As his head was pulled back off Zain's cock with a sloppy slurp, Hunted drove his cock inside his ass. Spike cried, with a broken voice, from his throat being forced to hug around a cock. A groaning whine as he kept pushing in his huge length, a whine that turned into a hopeless whimper when the man started pumping his cock slowly inside. It felt impossibly hot and tight, he felt like he was going to split open, Hunter's cock pushing at his guts, stabbing at his lungs. And it all was happening on the floor of the bar, Zain and Razor willing participants. The shame of it felt like it could kill him... But not as much as his mouth being forced on Zain's forming knot. Tears dripped out of his eyes as he was stuffed full on both sides, so full he felt like he would die as Hunter spoke against his ear. 

Zain's knot was forming, huge and hard, pressing against his lips as it didn't want to fit in his mouth anymore, then Spike felt a scouring heat being poured into his mouth, sliding down his throat choking him, spilling out from his lips.

As Zain came, Hunter let go of the back of Spike’s neck to stroke his throat, to make the bitch swallow, pumping his hips slow and deep, as he eased the bitch off the wolf’s cock, letting the last loads of come splatter across Spike’s face and neck, dripping over the bitch’s chest. He thrust a little harder, holding Spike against him, making his bitch’s chest sway and bounce, groaning as Spike’s ass squeezed and clenched around his cock.

“Too filling of a meal for you?” Hunter rumbled, both hands sliding over Spike’s chest, rubbing and fondling the man’s pectorals, smearing come. 

He looked up, eyes dark with lust, the smell of men and sex heavy, pulling him under as if he was going into rut again. As Zain moved back, the younger wolf hurried forward, full of enthusiasm and need, pants already pulled away before he was in front of them. Chuckling, nodding at the younger wolf, Hunter made Spike arch back against him to show the wolf every part of Spike’s body, from the hard, leaking cock, to Spike’s flushed chest and come streaked face. He hadn’t bothered to learn the pup’s name, didn’t need to, but he appreciated the excitement. Clearly this was something the cub had wanted to see.

“Open up, pretty,” Hunter rumbled against Spike’s cheek, teeth lightly biting, as he eased Spike back into position. “Be sure to treat him well. Suck nice and lick, baby.” 

As dazed as he knew Spike became on his cock, he pumped shallow and fast as he grabbed the back of Spike’s neck, leading him forward to take the pup’s cock. He eased him on it, making him suck up and down before pushing him down fully, Spike’s nose pressing into coarse pubic hair as he thrust in deep, balls slapping up between Spike’s spread ass cheeks. He caught one of the cub’s hands, leading it to Spike’s head, as he concentrated more on his own pleasure. He angled Spike’s hips so the bitch could take him without any resistance, each fast thrust driving into the bitch’s prostate. The lubricant made everything feel so much hotter, so slick, as if he was fucking his come deeper into the bitch, fully breeding him. 

“Fuck his mouth however you like,” Hunter groaned, mouthing the claim mark on Spike’s shoulder, fucking the bitch hard and deep, the angle and lubricant making the slide easy and so hot he felt like he could melt into him. He looked up at the pup, eyes hazy with lust, then down at the cock in Spike’s mouth. “He’s so hungry for it. Needs all the cock he can get. Pretending he was alpha all those years. All he needed was some good dick.”

Spike struggled to swallow down thick hot cum, feeling like he was going to throw up while his mouth was still being filled. Hunter’s grip didn’t allow him to pull back, forcing him to swallow if he wanted to not suffocate, stroking his throat. Tears streamed down Spike's face as he also felt Hunter’s cock drive into him, slow and deep, rubbing his insides, feeling his whole body being dragged out as he pulled out and punched hard as he drove back in. He felt hot… it felt too hot, as if Hunter had already been fucking him for hours but without the soreness and pain of it. Spike's cock leaked, precum dribbling off the tip, gasping for air as Zain’s cock was finally out of his mouth. Cum sprayed over his face and neck, dripping on his chest, while he sobbed, struggling to breathe.

Hunter thrusted harder, the punch of his cock forcing a ragged yell from Spike as his body was shaken, tits bouncing along with his hard dick, hanging uselessly, untouched between his legs. He drew a pained breath, teeth sharp and eyes aglow.

" Please... " he cried, his voice a pitiful whine, difficult to form words with mouth sticky with cum and drool. He didn’t want this. He pleaded for Hunter to make it stop. Not here. Not with the men he had known and led for years. Doing it here… it was like he was completely erasing his identity. Being spread and fucked on both sides on the floor of his own bar, by his own pack. The bar that was now stolen from him too…

Zain had not expected to get so turned on from Spike - the fucking bastard that he had wanted to kill only an hour ago. He hadn’t known how much more pleasant his crying and complaining could be with a cock in his mouth. His once intimidatingly massive body, turned into a sexy plaything, smooth and soft curves, bouncing alluring flesh, pink perky nipples, dick leaking just from sucking a cock. The biggest surprise of all was how easily Spike took Hunter’s huge cock, all the way until it poked through his stomach… Spike had really turned bitch, his body as lewd as any woman in heat - hungry for cock. A shocking change for the short amount of time he had been missing - barely more than half a month. Clearly he had found a good match for himself, a wolf who could handle him properly.

Hunter pulled at Spike, making him arch his back, naked body completely on display as he was speared on his cock. Spike hissed low, a growl that almost sounded like a purr as the cock prodded in him, pulsing, making him twitch and leak. Hunter’s hands were on his tits, rubbing and squeezing the pillowy flushed flesh, making his pink nipples perk up. Spike whimpered, eyes no longer glowing and teeth no longer sharp as he was eased back into position.

Spike tried to pull away, a tangled mess of hair falling over his shoulders in sweaty curls. Razor was already in Zain’s place, the wolf smaller with a more manageable cock… Spike felt horror and disgust as he thought about it. His teeth were  pressed closed, a growl behind as he was being pressed forward, instructed to open his mouth. Which he did when he felt the teeth on his neck, a shiver running down his spine from the prospect of being killed over this…

Hunter continued to pump his cock inside him even as he grabbed him by the neck, leading his forward. Spike was panting, each thrust sparking pleasure, the heat inside him feeling almost unbearable as he struggled to focus his eyes, trying to regain strength in his limbs. His head was pressed between Razor’s thighs, wet lips pressing over the already hard cock. He tried to glare at Razor, give him a warning not to do this because he would kill him for it and then his head was pressed down, cock slipping in his mouth, an easier stretch and fit. So much so that he sucked him smoothly before he was forced to swallow him to the base, face buried in hair as his throat twitched and squeezed around the intrusion inside, desperately trying to force it out. But Spike swallowed it down, aware that if he choked now he would surely suffocate. 

He felt a hand on his head, a heavy weight that pulled at his hair and then Hunter drove his cock hard inside, so deep that stars flashed in front of Spike's eyes. He tried to yell and sob as Hunter started pounding into him, heavy merciless thrusts that rearranged his insides, the pressure pressing into Spike’s prostate with every thrust. His head was pulled back, mouth gaping open, sloppy cock sliding off his extended tongue as Spike breathed harshly, broken sounds of choked panting. His breath was hot an heavy on Razors cock while Hunter fucked him hard. Spike's mind was starting to get fuzzy, his knot starting to swell as drool dripped down his chin. Then Razor drove his cock inside his mouth, hard and deep into Spike’s open sloppy wet mouth. Pulled out and thrusted back in, continuing to fuck his mouth while Hunter fucked him from behind. Spike’s reason was slipping away, his face was wet as tears, drool and cum had mixed together. He could only try to keep his throat open and body from collapsing as he was being fucked from both ends.

Hunter held the bitch as well as he could as pleasure coiled and pooled through his groin, rippling up his spine and making his breath come harder, heavier. He had a hand on Spike’s stomach, feeling his own cock bulging against the bitch’s insides, the wet slap of Spike’s cock swinging freely as he kept fucking the bitch as fast and hard as he pleased. He let go of Spike’s neck so he could hook an arm around the bitch’s chest, hand clutching one pectoral, squeezing the relaxed muscle as if it were a breast.

He sucked and bit along his bitch’s shoulder and neck, grunting out growled moans, eyes barely open, watching as the other wolf was fucking Spike’s mouth. Grinning, Hunter kissed and licked some of the tears from Spike’s cheek, slowing his thrusts for a moment, ending each with a hard shove, slapping his hips against the bitch’s bruised ass. He spared a glance for the other wolf fucking his bitch’s mouth, before continuing his heavy, fast pounding thrusts. Higher thought was leaving him, only the desire to fuck, breed, claim in his mind.

He bit down on the side of Spike’s neck, sliding his hand down from the bitch’s stomach to grab the base of Spike’s cock, feeling where the bitch’s knot was forming, holding as he rocked the bitch’s hips back against his hips. Chuckling at the sound his bitch made, Hunter used the bitch’s cock to guide Spike’s hips more fluidly against his thrusts, rocking and grinding his dick against every space inside the bitch that had made Spike scream and moan before. Once Spike started moving against him, rolling his cock into that hungry prostate, Hunter let go of the bitch’s cock, grabbing one muscular hip instead. Despite the bitch’s protests, Spike took cock as if he’d been doing it throughout the war. He felt a jolt of pleasure when he dazedly watched how well Spike sucked the cub’s dick, taking it down fully. 

“Beautiful,” Hunter groaned, slowing his thrusts again to concentrate on Spike’s prostate, feeling the bitch’s ass flex and squeeze, both hands holding Spike’s hips, rocking the bitch along with each thrust, making Spike take it fully in all the areas he’d feel it most. “Perfect.” He rumbled a deep groan, speeding back up again.

Spike wanted to cry and scream, breathe heavily… but none of it was possible. Tears slid down his cheeks as his body was being rocked wildly. Spike’s muscles strained and despite Hunter’s grip he managed to flex his arms with enough force to rip the shirt that had been holding them tied behind his back. Still tangled in ripped cloth, they dangled down, claws reaching below to the floor, providing much needed support for his upper back.

Hunter’s cock was pulsing in Spike’s guts as he kept pounding him with wild abandonment. Even in his dazed, sex muddled mind, Spike couldn’t believe it - that he was the one being used, that his cock was swinging freely completely ignored, that he was being used as a cock sleeve, ass and mouth for the taking… The skin on his whole body prickled as he realized once again that he could do nothing to stop it. A heavy arm wrapped around his chest, squeezing at his swaying tits.

Razor’s knot was swelling, Spike could feel it forcing his mouth open wider. Since the wolf was smaller than anyone else he’d had before, Spike realized in horror that the knot was slipping in his mouth with every thrust into his throat. His claws scratched on the floor as he tried to pull away, frightened as his body pulsed with pleasure and painful stretch. Hunter fucked him slower now, driving in hard all the way in that made his hole squeeze and contract around Hunter’s cock. Spike could feel the heat building in his stomach, his ass rubbed full and tender. His whole body shivered when he felt Hunter’s hand wrap around his own neglected cock, but it simply held at the base, using it as a handle to hold him firmer in place as Hunter fucked into him relentlessly…

Spike couldn’t focus, couldn’t even keep himself together as he was being fucked on both sides. Hunter was brutal and heavy while Razor’s knot was frighteningly persistent as it kept slipping in his mouth. The horror of his mouth being knotted made Spike shiver and sob, choking and gagging as Razor finally pulled out enough to let him breathe. Choked sloppy breaths that left cum and spit to stretch and drool from his tongue to Razor’s cock. Spike lifted scared teary eyes up at Razor. It seemed that it took Razor out of his frenzied mind, a spark of sympathy in them as instead of shoving his cock back in Spike’s mouth, he gripped his own almost formed knot. He held Spike’s head close, pressing, patting his cock head on his tongue. Spike was aware of what Razor wanted, so he extended his tongue, tears rolling down his cheeks, as Razor jerked himself to completion, coming hard into his mouth, half of the load sliding down Spike’s throat while the other dripped down his chin, over his chest.

Hunter could feel himself drawing closer to completion, eyes closing as he dug his teeth into Spike’s shoulder, nearly hard enough to draw blood. His breath was coming in hungry grunts and groans, mind emptying of everything but the pleasure the bitch’s body gave him. Those swaying pecs, nipples hard against his palm as he held on in frenzied need, the sounds of the cock sliding in and out of Spike’s mouth and throat, the wet sucking of the bitch’s ass around his own cock. The scent of sweat and come and the sobbing moans and cries whenever Spike’s mouth was allowed to be empty.

His eyes opened briefly, watching as the younger wolf jerked off into Spike’s mouth, semen running down, his bitch’s throat and chest, slicking his hand further. Hunter groaned, letting go of Spike’s shoulder to bite the claim mark on the back of his bitch’s neck as he leaned forward, pushing Spike down onto the floor. Without needing to think of the other wolves in the bar, Hunter gave himself over to the need to claim his bitch, to show the past pack members who Spike belonged to now. Keeping Spike’s neck gripped in his teeth, Hunter growled and purred his claim, his hands rubbing over Spike’s body, ending up with his fingers gripping the bitch’s hips. Pulling Spike’s hips against him, he gave in to the brutal need to fully claim, to sink his slowly forming knot inside the bitch, to rub all around Spike’s stretched hole. His. His.

Rocking Spike on his cock, directing each thrust deep and true, knowing how best to pleasure a bitch, Hunter worked up to an almost brutal pace. Cock fully sliding in and out, balls slapping wetly against Spike’s spread ass, his precum flowing freely, adding to the slick heat from the warming lubricant. His baser senses told him the bitch was in heat, needed a knot, needed a full breeding. So he gave it to him, gasping and moaning raggedly as he felt his knot filling, felt it pop in and out of Spike’s ass, before it finally caught inside, the bitch’s ass squeezing around it. Bellowing out his pleasure, Hunter shoved his dick deeper, lodging his knot against Spike’s prostate.

Arching with the strength of his orgasm, Hunter’s hips jerked and undulated, working his knot inside the bitch, demanding Spike come. He hauled the bitch up as he leaned back, sitting on his heels, one hand on Spike’s heaving chest, holding him close, the other moving Spike’s hips down, fully rooting himself. Hunter groaned and growled against Spike’s jaw, teeth scraping as he came, hips shoving against the bitch’s ass with each pulse of come, his cock straining inside, throbbing.

“That’s it, puppy…” Hunter groaned, his voice rumbling in his throat. “Take it all… all for you… such a good pup…”

Razor couldn't believe the ecstasy he was feeling as he ejaculated into Spike's mouth. Only an hour before the massive wolf had been growling in his face, jerking him around and now he was sobbing in his feet, drinking up his cum like a good boy. He stepped back, collapsing in a chair, excitement curling in his stomach again, as he watched the giant wolf fuck his former alpha into the floor. The man that Razor had known as the strongest was falling apart on a cock, crying and sobbing like a bitch in heat. He couldn’t help but continue to stroke his cock as he watched the show.

Spike was coughing weakly, gasping for air as drool and cum dripped out of his mouth in thick ropes, clinging to his chest. He cried out with ruined voice as Hunter bit him on the back of the neck, stimulating his savage nature that accepted this as a claiming fuck. Spike was pushed to the floor, cheek pressed into wood and sticky cum. He screamed with a ragged voice at every savage thrust that pushed him harder down. The monster cock inside him filled him so tight he felt his pelvis creak in protest again, despite it already healing once. Spike roared in pain and pleasure, claws digging into wood as he felt his hole stretched beyond use, desperately trying to squeeze the cock inside.

Spike’s cock swayed with the movement, his body driven so far down his cockhead brushed the floor with every thrust. The painful stimulation was only pushed further by Hunter's forming knot. Spike sobbed and cried, the cock stabbing him deep, rubbing and abusing all the spots that made him feel good. It felt so hot inside, so slippery as Hunter pumped his length smoothly in and out. Spike's own cock twitched, knot refusing to swell all the way, stopping his orgasm from reaching. 

Spike growled and mewled as he felt the knot spread him further, popping in and out of his abused hole, pulling until it locked inside him, pressed right into Spike’s rubbed-raw prostate. Spike felt his hole squeeze around the knot inside making him whimper and cry as the pulsing bulb pulverized his most sensitive spot. Spike's own knot filled in as he already felt Hunter scalding hot cum filling his belly rapidly. He was grabbed and hauled up, speared onto Hunter's cock, unable to sink any deeper. Spike’s cock flexed and bobbed as he ejaculated all over himself and the floor. His hole pulsating, squeezing and contorting with his orgasm, insides tingling hot around the throbbing cock inside him.

He was sobbing and shaking as Hunter praised him sweetly, calling him puppy… Spike had never felt this belittled and humiliated before. His body felt slack as the last spurts of come drained from his balls. He was breathing harshly, deep and husky as his back pressed into Hunter’s chest and stomach, ass flush to his groin. It felt so hot… inside… So hot around Hunter's cock. His hole still twitched and contorted around it in a slow rhythm with the passing orgasm. Spike was exhausted… his head fell back on Hunter’s shoulder, revealing his pale neck smeared in drying come and drool. He whimpered quietly. His stomach hurt, painfully full, it felt like he would burst...

As Spike collapsed back against him, Hunter gasped and shivered through his orgasm, nearly falling back onto the floor, catching himself as he sat down heavily. The bitch was milking him so well, as if that ass was made to take in cock, as if Spike could get pregnant from this. Shuddering through another crushing pulse from Spike’s ass, Hunter opened his eyes, remembering the wolves around them. Right. They were in the bar, Zain’s bar. He grinned and chuckled, giving Zain then Razor a dazed grin.

“What was in that lubricant?” He joked, stroking Spike’s chest as he caught his breath, letting the bitch melt bonelessly against his chest. His eyes trailed down over Spike’s semen smeared and splattered body, the bitch’s tits bouncing with each heavy breath, until he noticed the come all over the floor. “Ah, we’ll clean that before we go. Precious has a taste for it now, don’t you, pretty?”

Licking a long line up Spike’s throat, Hunter tiredly glanced at the two wolves, taking in their somewhat shocked, yet pleasantly surprised faces. He rubbed a hand over one heavy tit, giving them a self satisfied smile.

“I hope it’s not too much to ask,” Hunter rumbled softly, “but you wouldn’t happen to have something to plug him up with? Don’t want him making a worse mess, or forget his lesson too quickly.”

Spike was whimpering at every heavy breath he took. His full stomach refusing to expand any more, Hunter's cock prodding his insides. He could feel his hole stretched thin around Hunter's knot, so tight he was sure he would split in half... When he heard Hunter chuckling and speaking, Spike remembered where he was and he was hit with unbearable shame at what had happened just now. And with who. He had only enough strength to turn his toward Hunter neck, clumsily hiding his face while his whole body was on full display. He wanted to cry but his eyes hurt, painfully dry. 

"You can keep it if you like it." Razor said eagerly, pleased that the man had enjoyed it. In the world of wolves, strength was king. Razor admired Spike for his strength, so it was only natural for him to admire the wolf who had defeated Spike. 

Spike sobbed without tears when Hunter said Spike would clean up the floor. He didn't want to know what he meant by him having a taste for it... Why did he have to clean it? Wasn't it enough they had used him like a fucking object... Why wasn't it enough? ... 

Spike felt dizzy when he attempted to lift his head, not even able to comprehend the words Hunter was saying after.

An unexpected voice answered Hunter's request.

"I have something." Jin said from his seat at a table right next to Zain's office. He was leaning back in his chair, clearly there since before. Razor was startled, turning at him since he had been completely unaware of his presence, assuming he had taken off earlier. And after that initial shock he looked at the man with raised eyebrows, surprised perhaps even more by his words.

Jin looked amused but not nearly enough to be in mockery. He reached to the small pouch strapped to his side, pulling out a package big enough to fit snugly in his hand. He tossed it to Hunter, sure that the man would be able to easily catch it even in his sex muddled state. The package was of a brand new regular buttplug. "A gift for your new bitch. Congrats." he smiled with the same level of amusement as before.

The camaraderie he was feeling was confusing, in large part to the years he had spent alone, and the reason why he had been alone, due to shock-troop packs like the one he was surrounded by now. Former prey during the war. Hunter didn’t know how to feel, as each individual had been pleasant to varying degrees, and Razor reminded him of an excited puppy whose hair he wanted to ruffle. To think he would have killed these men, excepting Razor, without remorse, that he would have ripped off hunks of their flesh and devoured it, especially Spike’s, muscular as he was, and Zain’s, the muscle covered in a dense layer of succulent fat.

He had to swallow back the saliva, nuzzling Spike’s hair as the bitch hid his face. Different times. He was sure, had he been the man he was before he let himself get lost to the wolf, they would have killed him without a second thought as well. He gave Razor a warm smile, the youth’s cheerful eyes reminding him of a daughter whose face he barely remembered. 

“May I keep it?” He chuckled, sliding a hand down over the swelling of his seed in Spike’s stomach, and the bulge of his cock’s head pressed against the bitch’s flesh. “I will, then. Thank you.”

He stoked Spike’s hair as the bitch sobbed softly, looking up in surprise at a third wolf’s voice. How… When had that man come into the bar? Hunter hadn’t sensed him, hadn’t smelled him. His eyes glowed ever so slightly, quickly fading back to their usual dark blue when he reflexively reached out to catch the package. A present? From a wolf who was part of Spike’s pack as well, judging by the familiarity, but incredibly quiet. Possibly dangerous. Something about the wolf made Hunter feel unsettled, though there was no threat, only calm amusement. 

“He’s a difficult bitch to handle, as I’m sure you all noticed,” Hunter replied, grunting slightly as he felt the bitch’s ass flex around him again; his knot was slowly fading, and it was if Spike’s ass was fighting to hold him inside. “Thanks.” Hunter chuckled, looking at the plug once he’d taken it out of the packaging, nudging Spike’s cheek with the silicone plug. “Say thank you. He’s keeping you from needing to lick up more of your mess.”

Spike was exhausted, his body cooling down, the sweat on his body starting to make him feel cold. Hunter’s body pressed into him kept him warm as he was trying to get the strength back in his muscles. To no end. Hunter held him firmly in place, sitting on his cock, knot still locked inside… Spike felt his hand sliding down his stomach, concerning prodding on one spot. He looked down at himself, head lifting from Hunter’s shoulder. He saw his own body flushed, filthy and smooth with no hair. A bulge poking through his stomach… Hunter’s dick by the feel of it. Just below it his own cock half-hard even after his climax. 

He sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut, body trembling, face flushing. He didn’t want to see it. This wasn’t him… He didn’t want to hear what they were talking about. It couldn’t be about him. It just didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t…

He felt his cheek being prodded by something and then the comment about licking… Hunter couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t be! He wanted him to lick up the cum from the floor?... Spike's eyesight shook as his eyes filled with tears again, lips trembling as he looked up seeing Jin… Jin’s amused smile.

“Thank you.” he spoke, forcing the words out in a flat clear voice, the edges of it breaking from having his throat fucked, from crying and screaming… and because he was holding back his tears. He had fallen as low as he could go and now he was too scared of disobeying Hunter, even about something like this…

From the sound of Spike’s voice, the bitch was either going to start crying again, or his throat was wrecked from taking so many cocks, one after the other. Hunter nuzzled Spike’s cheek, lightly scraping his teeth against that smooth, hairless jawline. He’d give the bitch one of those throat lollipops he’d bought once they were home, perhaps some hot tea. He was more than happy to look after his bitch, if the pissy little lady would let him. It was the letting part that Spike took issue with, which inevitably led to a fight, Spike crying again, and being made to take treatment or rest.

“Don’t worry,” Hunter rumbled softly, his words nearly inaudible, save to Spike. “I’ll fuck my come out of you once we’re home. Take good care of you.” He slid his hand down from Spike’s stomach to lightly squeeze the bitch’s half-hard cock, stroking it once from base to tip.

The little shudder of pleasure, or disgust, it was difficult to tell, that Spike gave made his ass squeeze against Hunter’s softening dick. Groaning, Hunter tumbled Spike forward, back on hands and knees. He caught him by the shoulder, keeping the bitch from landing on his face, his other hand holding Spike’s hips in place. His knot wasn’t fully swelled down, but from how stretched the bitch had been, he was able to tug it free. He forced Spike to hold his ass in the air, getting up on his knees as he dragged the rest of his massive prick out, nearly drooling at the sight of Spike’s come-filled hole gaping. 

Unable to resist such a delicious sight, Hunter leaned down, licking around Spike’s tender anus, running his tongue around the gaping opening. Rumbling a hungry groan, he  dipped his tongue in deep for a few fast stabs, fucking Spike with his mouth. He loved how the bitch would moan, obviously enjoying it, but embarrassed and hating each moment of pleasure. He was going to end up fucking the bitch again if he didn’t stop himself. Sitting back, he ran his tongue over the butt plug before shoving it in in one hard plunge. He smiled as Spike sobbed, using the heel of his palm to make sure it was fully inserted, nearly shoving in the base as he did. He tugged on the base, making sure the bitch’s thirsty ass was holding the plug fully.

“Good girl,” Hunter murmured, kissing the lingering bruising on Spike’s ass, biting lightly. “Could eat your ass all day, but I don’t want to bore your old pack.” He sat back, rubbing a hand over Spike’s ass, wishing he was in rut so he could get hard again fast. “Now, are you going to clean up your mess, or do I have to make you do it? It’s right there on the floor.”

Spike’s body refused to stop trembling. He didn’t know if it was because of how abused his muscles were or because of the cock still lodged inside him… or because Hunter’s words, spoken in a low voice only for his ears, brought chills up his spine.  The thought of getting fucked again was frightening. 

The hand that slid down to his cock would have felt good if it didn’t belong to Hunter. Having one of the most vulnerable parts of his body in the bastard's hand made Spike shiver… but the feeling of the stroking was too pleasant to stop the small strained moan that escaped him… He had been coming without even having his cock touched… Coming just from his ass getting fucked…

Spike inhaled in fright as Hunter tumbled him forward, his eyes growing misty quickly when he found himself on his hands and knees. His heart pounded so hard he felt like he had gone deaf as Hunter grabbed him by the shoulder before his arms gave out. It was humiliating, not just because this was happening, but because his old packmates were watching it happen. Watching as Hunted held him by the hips and tugged his knot free out of his ass, before it had swelled down. Spike’s hole still held that cock in, twitching from the tugging and the movement. Spike was mortified as Hunter forced his ass up, dragging his cock out. The feeling of it making him bite a gasp in, squeezing his eyes shut, barely able to breathe. 

His eyes snapped open as he felt Hunter lick around his hole. He groaned low and broken before he grinded his teeth, squeezing his hands into fists as the bastard fucked him with his tongue. Despite himself he ended up whimpering through his teeth. Spike was starting to feel his arms shaking again as he was left alone… only to get stabbed with the buttplug, feeling it spread and enter him, coaxing a growl out of him. A growl that turned into a sob as Hunter pressed harder, shoving it deeper. Spike felt his hole close around the small base as his ass felt stuffed full, a broken whimper escaping him when Hunter tugged on it and Spike’s body was pulled back but his ass didn’t let go of the plug. Tears finally overflowed with this final humiliation. 

He couldn’t take any more… no more insults, no more humiliation… Spike was blinking tears out of his eyes as he felt Hunter kissing and biting his ass. His stomach and guts felt horrifyingly full and sloshy. And now he had to lick the floor?… Spike sobbed and shook his head. No. He wasn’t going to do it.

Again, the bitch was trying his patience. Hunter growled low in his throat, letting go of Spike’s shoulder. Not only had Spike left, breaking the lock free in the door, he had come here, expecting his pack to take him back, forcing Hunter to discipline him as anyone should their bitch. He could feel the pack’s eyes on him, his eyes glowing golden.

“No?” Hunter asked, voice coldly calm. He grabbed Spike’s hair, shoving the bitch’s face down into the puddle of spilled semen, his other hand grabbing Spike’s testicles, holding them tight, just hard enough to start to hurt. “You made a mess of Zain’s bar. His bar. Are you going to leave this mess after they graciously forgave you for harassing them? Coming here, cock barely contained in your panties, throwing yourself at them? Making demands, bitch?”

He snarled, rubbing Spike’s cheek into the come, lifting the bitch’s head briefly, only to shove Spike’s mouth against the congealing come. As Spike continued resisting, he let go of the bitch’s testicles only to smack them up into Spike’s pelvis, slapping a second time, nearly crushing them with the force of the blow. 

“Do I need to remind you what happened last time I had to force your mouth open?” Hunter roared, grabbing Spike’s balls again, twisting them. “Lick. It. Up!”

Spike’s heart beat wildly in his chest, so much that he felt a tremor in his bones. He knew that Hunter would be mad but he hadn't thought beyond that. He just couldn't make himself obey anymore, the demands were so humiliating...

He breathed in fast as his head was shoved down, pulled by his hair. He sobbed, inhaling shakily when Hunter grabbed him by the balls. His head was pressed firmly down, cheek in the mess of come. Then he got lifted and driven down again, this time mouth over the sperm on the floor.

Spike tried to push himself off, pull himself away, unable to do anything but shed tears after Hunter almost crushed his balls. With a final command, his ballsack being twisted painfully, Spike opened his mouth, tongue sliding over the remains of the cum on the floor. He sobbed, trembling as he brought his face down and licked it up, cleaning the floorboards underneath. He fought his gag reflex as he swallowed... 

“It’s nothing you haven’t tasted before,” Hunter sighed, watching impassively as Spike fought not to gag. “You tasted it from the source. Swallowed and sucked.”

He released the bitch’s testicles, sliding his hand up, still slick with come and lubricant, to rest his palm against the base of the plug. Slowly he pressed against it, rubbing his palm over it, before gripping it, slowly rocking the plug inside Spike’s ass. 

“It’s only a few small pools, some drops.” Hunter rumbled, leaning his weight on Spike, not caring that he was putting his ass on display for the other wolves. “You got most of it on you. In you.” He chuckled, pulling against the plug, shifting so he could watch it opening Spike’s drenched hole, some of the collected come pooling around the edges, before he pushed it back in. “The mess could be much worse. All of what I left in you— that could be what you’d be cleaning up. Now. Lick it up. Suck it up. Swallow. Thank them for forgiving you.”

Hunter continued playing with the butt plug, moving it back and forth, rocking it against Spike’s prostate.

Spike was trembling, arms barely holding him while his eyes burned. He tried not to breathe as his tongue ran over wood and cum...

Spike was alpha... He couldn't be doing this. It wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. He wasn't naked on the floor, licking up spilled come like a dog. Hunter wasn't behind him, keeping him down. His hand wasn't sliding up from Spike's balls, up the crevice of his ass to rest on his hole, over the base of the plug inside him. He didn’t have a plug inside him, keeping a frightening amount of cum in his guts. Hunter wasn't making him tremble and shake on the ground like a common bitch. His packmates were not here. They weren't watching him, squirming and crying on the floor, licking up their come...

" Aghh.. ." Spike gasped, eyes wet and mouth sticky with cum. Hunter was pressing on the plug, pulling and then rocking it inside him. The pressure in Spike's guts was shifting, the stimulation on his hole forcing it to squirm feebly, making him sob, turning his arms and knees to jelly.

He felt Hunter's weight press on him, heavy on his trembling limbs. He was speaking to him, forcing him to cry even harder as Spike did his best to lick, cum thick and sticky like glue on his tongue, in his mouth. His heart was beating fast and frightened. Spike felt lightheaded, gasping for air as Hunter pulled on the plug. Spike could feel it shift, feel it spread open his hole again. He was sure Hunter would pull it out, let the come inside him stream out so he would have to clean that up too. He was trembling, tears dripping down his face. He grinded his teeth whimpering and sobbing when the man shoved the plug back in, his ass swallowing it up, squeezing it in place.

As Spike licked up the mess, slowly leaving only dark moist spots over the wooden floor, Hunter didn't stop playing with the plug, pulling and pushing, rocking, rubbing it inside, on his prostate. By the end of it Spike was hard, trembling and leaking.

Zain couldn’t really believe what he was seeing. Spike had been perhaps the proudest most unreasonable bastard he had ever known and he had known him since they were children. He was ambitious and relentless when it came to growing his power, being the strongest no matter the cost. His brutality was infamous as well as his disdain for weakness. He was also a known firm believer in the primal law, ‘the way of the wolf’ as The Hunt liked to call it - the rules and hierarchy in a pack. During the war the pack had an annual ranking for the pack, all would fight to determine who was strongest and Spike had won every time for almost 15 consecutive years… To see him now, naked and cowering on the floor. Crying and begging and obeying. It was a shock.

Even if Zain had been pissed and had wanted to kill the bastard for abandoning his pack, he had never thought that Spike would be turned bitch. Not in a million years. But he could do nothing but believe it after the man had been bent over and spanked like a disobedient bitch. After he had been forced on his knees and he had wrapped his mouth around Zain’s cock. Spike did? The man who had killed wolves for the mere suggestion after he had gotten himself a male bitch. Now he had taken all of Zain’s cock so well that he couldn’t help but wonder if he had even known the man before. What he saw in front of him now was nothing short of the lewdest fucking bitch he had ever layed his eyes on. Smooth and beautiful body with a physique that suggested strength but instead bend over so prettily. Sensitive and emotional, getting hard and feeling it just from sucking a cock, yet was clumsy and cute like a virgin. Not only that but being able to take Hunter’s cock easily, coming hard on a knot…

Zain was stumped. Stupefied even… It was unreal. The sight of Spike whimpering and sobbing as his ass was being played with, licking up come off the floor like a filthy little slut with his cock hard…

Hunter watched as every last bit of semen was lapped up from the floor, each smear carefully licked away from the wood. It was impolite to leave a mess in another wolf’s territory, even if the bar was a public space during working hours. When there was just wet spots of Spike’s spit, he rumbled his satisfaction, pulling Spike up off the floor to lean against him, kissing the bitch’s wet cheeks.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop crying?” Hunter murmured, rubbing a hand over Spike’s tits, smiling against the bitch’s jawline, licking. “Yet you’ve been sobbing nonstop. Embarrassed, princess? Don’t want your old pack seeing what a good bitch you’ve become?”

Sighing, as he had not expected Spike to be this emotional, though he should have expected it with how demonstrative of masculinity Spike was, Hunter tugged up his jeans. He let the bitch rest against him, still quietly sobbing, as he tucked himself back into his underwear— oh, right, the bitch’s panties. He cast his eyes around, smiling when he found them, relatively clean, off to the side, as well as the lubricant the young wolf was giving him.

He pushed Spike to the side as he picked up the underwear, dropping the pink lace onto the bitch’s chest. “Put these back on. We’re going home.” Hunter rumbled, his gaze sliding down to Spike’s fully erect cock as he tucked the bottle of lube into his pocket. “Had to track you here on foot. I should make you walk back, but…” He grinned. “Might get complaints.”

Hunter stood up, legs a little weak from fucking the bitch into the floor, smoothing down his undershirt and the flannel he wore on top. How did you handle something like this, Hunter briefly wondered. Before the war he hadn’t really had a pack, not in the way these wolves had. His had been family, mixed with humans, and much of what they did… A lot of his memories had been lost under the wolf during the war. Mixed with memories of being with the camp, later what he’d seen while spying on the Hunt’s various fighter packs. 

He scrubbed a hand over his short beard, giving the wolves a lazy smile, still relaxed from an incredibly satisfying orgasm. “Really, I’m sorry you had to put up with whatever rude remarks this bitch made.” Hunter said after a moment. “Don’t want to keep him chained up when I leave for work, hoping he’ll actually do some cleaning. Maybe I should.”

Spike felt like he would throw up. He had forced himself to only breathe through his mouth as he licked the cum off the floor, since he kept gagging from the smell of it. That and Hunter relentless pumping at his prostate, made him pant, mouth slack open. His mind refused to accept what he was doing as his tongue would run over the old polished wood, congealing come filling his mouth - cold and sticky, mixed with dirt off the floor.

When he was done Hunter pulled him up, let him lean on him. Spike cried, relieved that it was done and mortified of what he had done. He wanted to die as he pressed his forehead against Hunter. The man had cleaned roughly the cum off his chest and face with the remnants of the ripped shirt and now he was caressing Spike’s tits as he spoke in his ear… The things he told him always made him feel even worse. He couldn’t accept it, being called ‘little lady’ or ‘princess’… He denied it. There was no way someone would call him that.

Spike realised how naked he was as he watched Hunter zip up his pants, fixing his shirt. Zain and Razor… they were completely dressed too, and Jin. And he was naked on the floor, ass plugged keeping his guts full of so much come, his stomach looked bloated from it. He sniffled as the man pushed him aside… He really was like a bitch, a common whore - took three men in a bar. Spike gritted his teeth, tears sliding down his cheeks as Hunter dropped the small pink lace panties on his chest. He looked up at Hunters grinning face as he was tucking the lube in his pocket.

Spike didn’t want to be naked and the only thing he had were the panties. So he sniffled and wiped his eyes with his forearm, gripping the undies in his fist. His limbs still felt weak. His knees were bruised from being on them for hours, sucking cocks and getting fucked… He stopped himself from starting to cry again as he was standing up, as he did the plug inside him shifted, the come inside him feeling heavier. He slipped the panties up his legs, fighting his knees from trembling as he bent down to put them on. The snugly hugged his ass while he  tucked his hard cock to the side.

“It’s fine.” Zain responded to Hunter. “It was a nice apology.” He looked harshly at the man bending over to slip into a pair of lace panties… his harsh eyes softened but they didn’t lose their edge but amusement as well as he looked back at Hunter. “A short leash makes for a dull bitch. No?”

Listening to Zain, Hunter wondered how Spike had been the alpha of this pack. Zain had the maturity he would have expected from someone responsible for the lives of others. Maybe he was just getting old thinking that, his eyes trailing back to Spike.

“Don’t think a single moment would be dull with this brat,” Hunter chuckled, pulling out his phone to call for a cab; tempting as it was to make Spike walk home in just lace panties, a plug up that punished ass, Hunter didn’t want to listen to more of the bitch’s whining. 

Still, as Spike kept crying, he reached out, pulling the bitch against him, letting Spike hide against his chest, lightly kissing Spike’s face. He tucked his phone back into his back pocket, murmuring against Spike’s hair that a car was coming to take them home. He let go for a moment to shrug out of his flannel, wrapping it around the bitch, telling Spike to put it on. He almost growled as the younger wolf got up, full of enthusiasm, asking if he was going to be their alpha now. 

Staring for a moment, Hunter chuckled, giving in to the impulse he’d had earlier, reaching out to ruffle the cub’s hair, amused by how happy the little show of affection seemed to make the young wolf. He’d consider it, grinning as the cub brightened at his response. Is that how these packs worked? Beat an alpha, become the alpha? There was too much to consider. This pack… He would have killed them all without remorse during the war, for being part of the Hunt, for being like those bastards who killed his family and the clustered pack he’d joined for safety. How did an alpha even act? He’d never led anyone.

Once the cab arrived, he wrapped his arm around Spike, leading the bitch out, keeping him close. There were some people lined up to go into the bar, several of them laughing and leering at Spike, whistling in appreciation at the way the panties hugged Spike’s ass. Growling, Hunter tucked his bitch close against him, letting Spike hide, opening the door of the cab to get him hidden away fully. Having his bitch on display for wolves who had known him was one thing, but so many staring now, hungry eyes following the cab as they drove away, made his hackles rise.

“Anything you want to say?” Hunter asked, reaching over to brush some tangled hair from Spike’s face.

Spike’s crying halted as he felt a heavy warm hard pull him, pressing into Hunter's chest. He didn’t breathe, eyes squeezed closed, as his face was kissed. It didn’t make sense - Hunter was the one who had done this to him, but he was desperate for escape, tired of being hurt. So he hid his face in the embrace, and he didn’t move away from the warmth. Spike's body hurt, his knees trembling, his stomach and abdomen painfully bloated, his ass pulsing. He didn’t dare to sigh in relief when Hunter told him that a car was coming. How was that any relief? Yes, he didn’t want to be here, but having Hunter drag him back to the cabin was far from what he wanted. Still despite knowing that, his body relaxed against the man, even more when he was given a shirt. He only managed to close one button with his trembling fingers but it was enough to make him feel better.

Spike’s hands gripped at the shirt as if it would somehow make everything disappear. Make him unhear the conversation the wolves were having about him, about Hunter taking the pack… Not soon enough they walked out of the bar. When Spike heard the first whistles directed at him and the disgusting catcalls, he growled, his first instinct being to crush whoever would mock him like that… but he could the shifting inside him as he walked, the plug moving, his aching knees, the cold air on his naked legs… and he knew he couldn’t do anything but hide. Having Hunter pull him close, growling in his stead made him feel small in the worst sense of the word. 

Getting in the cab, closing the door behind was a relief… sitting however made something catch in Spike's throat - the plug lodging itself deeper and harder, making his abused hole pulse. 

Spike lifted his tired eyes to look at Hunter when he asked him if there was anything he wanted to say. His lips trembled as the man brushed the hair out of his face… Spike couldn’t take any more punishment and what had happened in the bar - it wouldn’t be enough for Hunter. Not after Spike had run away…

“I’m sorry…” he said with a broken voice, throat sore, trying not to cry just from looking at the man’s face.

Hunter’s eyes glowed briefly, ever so slightly, as he breathed in with a pleased smile. Rumbling deep in his throat, he leaned in, kissing Spike slow and deep, too demanding to be sweet. It was only at the driver’s questioning their destination that he stopped the kiss, fingers under Spike’s chin, eyes heavy-lidded with growing lust. He gave the address before dipping in for another kiss. 

Keeping his hands from roaming Spike’s body was difficult, but if he started again he wouldn’t be able to stop. Having sex in a cab, and trying to explain werewolf anatomy to a human would only frustrate him. Once they were back in his territory, however, he gave in, practically dragging Spike out of the cab once he’d paid their fare, lifting the bitch up into his arms, up onto his hips.

Grunting, as Spike was not a small man, despite how the bitch was acting, Hunter buried his nose in the bitch’s throat, nearly purring, sucking kisses into the hot, musky, sex scented flesh. Hands gripping beneath Spike’s ass, he rubbed against his bitch’s hard cock, taking his time walking down the driveway to his cabin. For the first time, Hunter ignored the clucking of the chickens, knowing they still had food, using his foot to tug open the door that was still creaking unhappily on its hinges. This far out, he rarely had visitors, but the broken lock still annoyed him. 

“You’ll pay for that as well, you know?” Hunter said, grinning as he carried the bitch into the bathroom. “It’s not cheap feeding you, and now I have to fix a door because you had a temper tantrum. Spoiled little princess. Now…” He let Spike slide down. “Clean yourself out. You know where everything is.”

He rubbed his hand over Spike’s cock before slapping him on the ass, turning to leave the bitch to take care of himself.

When Hunter’s eyes glowed, Spike’s too responded to the challenge out of habit, breath catching as he saw his pleased smile, surprised and relieved. He was too used to being punished even when he tried to do what Hunter wanted from him. When the wolf leaned in, something stirred in Spike’s stomach. He didn’t know if it was fear or it was pain from how stuffed he was, but he didn’t dare to pull away. He stood with eyes open as Hunter stuck his tongue in his mouth, kissing so slow and deep that he felt his eyes dry, semi-wet eyelashes fluttering before he closed his eyes. He denied it… this couldn’t be his life…

Spike’s heart beat heavy and fast when the car reached the destination and he was dragged out, left alone with Hunter, watching the cab disappear on the road. He was hauled up, heart jumping up his throat and then dropping in his stomach. The position Hunter held him in, his hands on his ass, made the plug inside him press into a spot that made him groan, his still hard cock twitching as Hunter rubbed against it. He walked and that made Spike exhale in a shudder - plug shifting and cock being rubbed - he gripped at Hunter’s t-shirt with trembling hands.

Spoiled little princess… Spike would have killed anyone who called him that just a month ago. And at the command to clean himself out… He still remembered when he had first refused, how he had been almost killed. He was sure he would have died if Hunter had continued, had not taken care of him so he could recover.

So when he was put down, knees trembling, weak from being fucked hard into the floor - he could only take it when Hunter rubbed his cock and slapped him on the ass, making his hole squeeze the plug inside. Left alone… he went to clean himself out as instructed. 

Waiting for the bitch to clean himself was almost agony. It gave Hunter time to inspect the damage done to the door. The wood had been splintered where the screws from the latch had been ripped loose, the door itself intact, but the lock would need to be replaced entirely, as the metal had been warped. 

Most of his anger had been used up punishing Spike in the bar, but when the bitch finally emerged from the bathroom, Hunter grabbed him by the back of the neck, dragging him into the bedroom, throwing him onto the mattress. Snarling he surged over the bitch, teeth sharpening as he wrestled Spike’s wrists down onto the bed.

“The entire lock, possibly door, will need to be replaced,” Hunter growled. “What are you going to do to apologise for that? I keep you when no one else wants you, feed you, look after you, and you damage my property?”

Spike had finished cleaning himself but he was sitting, looking at the door. He was aware that he would be in bigger trouble if he didn't come out fast enough but he could feel it, like the static before battle... Spike forced himself to move, disgusted by himself for hiding in the bathroom. Hiding from a fight… Either way it would not save him from Hunter... 

When he emerged outside he was greeted by a snarl and being grabbed by the back of the neck. He growled at the attack as he was being dragged, heart up in his throat. He was thrown onto the mattress, his body bouncing once before his hands were wrestled away.

Spike breathed deep and fast as Hunter growled at him about the door, his body was trembling as it was already abused today and familiar with Hunter's anger. But the insults made Spike's eyes water, the claim that nobody wanted him hitting him hard after he had found out that was true...

"I'm sorry." he squeaked with throat still sore, at the verge of tears as he was pressed to the mattress. Crying over a door that wasn't even broken... " I'm sorry. " he repeated uselessly.

Yet again, Spike looked as if he was going to continue crying. Hunter breathed in deeply, as screaming at the bitch was only further upsetting him after completely destroying him in the bar. Given the chance, Hunter knew Spike would act up again, fight, but after all he’d done with the aid of the brat’s past pack brothers, he had some concern about breaking the bitch’s spirit entirely. 

He released Spike’s wrists, half expecting Spike to curl up miserably, but the bitch remained flat on the bed, caught somewhere between fear and despair. Hunter sat back on his heels, pulling off his shirt, and tossed it aside.

“I should spank you again,” he growled, reaching into his pocket, revealing the warming lubricant gifted to him. “What were you thinking when you left? I told you what Sasha and David have been saying, the rumours they spread. Did you think your pack would welcome you back with open arms? Seeing you dressed like this? Smelling like a bitch?”

With those last words, Hunter dragged his hand down Spike’s stomach, hand stopping as it found Spike’s cock, still semi-hard, rubbing slowly through the fabric. He flicked open the lubricant, using his knees to wedge himself between Spike’s thighs. He didn’t bother removing Spike’s panties, pouring a generous amount of lubricant into his hand just before sliding his fingers beneath the lace fabric, finding Spike’s thankfully clean hole.

“What did you say to them?” Hunter asked, dropping the lube bottle so he could continue stroking Spike’s cock through the panties, sliding  one, then two, fingers into the bitch, working them easily as Spike was still stretched, still prepared. “Did you order them? Threaten them?”

Spike laid flat on the bed. He looked up, expecting a beating but instead he saw Hunter leaning back, pulling his shirt off, tossing it aside. His heart started beating wildly in his chest as he looked at the half-naked man, hairy chest exposed. That was somehow worse than being beaten. He twisted his waist, trying to move out from under Hunter’s heavy weight as he saw the man take out the bottle of lubricant… He couldn’t… Why was he doing this again? Didn’t he already fuck him today?

He breathed in shaky and rapid, the prospect of another spanking making whatever this was even worse. Spike’s stomach was flexed flat, muscles hard and trembling as Hunter dragged his hand down, groaning as the man rubbed his cock through the panties - fear, adrenaline and stimulation making him hard.

Spike growled with teary eyes as Hunter used his knees to wedge himself between his legs. His breath was coming out in short gasps, trying to pull himself up by his legs when Hunter stuck a slick hand into his underwear. The cold touch of the lube quickly warmed up as it made contact with his skin, the strange heat of it reaching his loosened hole, feeling even hotter on his stretched and abused anus. He tried to move away from that feeling, lifting his waist but Hunter stuck a finger inside making him gasp through clenched teeth. As the man rubbed Spike’s dick over the lace and slid another finger inside him, it forced a strained grunt out of him. 

He looked up to see the huge man looming over him. When he felt him working his fingers inside him, the heavy heat entering and warming his insides almost hot, Spike tried to reach the man, push him off, growling a husky whining noise as he tried to close his legs.

Spike couldn’t accept it even as it was happening. There couldn’t be a man between his legs forcing his ass open. He couldn’t be the one laying down, taking it like a bitch. The shame of it made him simultaneously pale and flush, feeling dizzy.

“ I did. ” Spike admitted, his voice low, deep and husky, perhaps even deeper than Hunter’s as he looked up in shaky defiance. Angry that this was happening to him. He knew it was unfair. This wasn’t supposed to be his life…

There he is, Hunter thought with a hungry, snarling grin. His vicious beauty. The sound of Spike’s voice, speaking so low, made him shiver with desire.

Stabbing his fingers deeper, feeling the clean glide of just lubricant, he let the bitch shove at him, his chest tightening, shoulders flexing against Spike’s hands. “You stupid bitch,” he growled with something bordering on affectionate.

Moving backward suddenly with Spike’s attempts to push him off, Hunter snarled and grabbed the bitch’s arm as he went, jerking Spike up just enough to flip the bitch over, the bed rocking precariously beneath them. The mattress bounced beneath them as he tackled the bitch onto the bed, knees pressing down on the back of Spike’s legs as he shoved down the bitch’s shoulders. Spike was regaining his strength, he could feel it as he held the back of Spike’s neck, quickly yanking open his jeans, cursing as he felt the fabric rip in his haste. That power. That anger. The fierce beast that threatened to rage beneath him as he drizzled lubricant along his cock— Spike was everything he wanted in a bitch.

Hunter managed to push in half of his cock in one shove, gasping and growling as he felt the same amazing heat from earlier, how it made Spike’s insides feel molten, heat hot and slick. Spreading the bitch’s ass, he pulled out, thrusting forward with a grunt, feeling the way in opening for him. He leaned over Spike, pumping his hips with a slow intensity, burying himself a little deeper with each leisurely plunge.

“Did you really think they would show throat?” Hunter rumbled, his voice low, breathy, speaking near Spike’s ear as he finally slid fully in, groaning. “They think you betrayed them. Chose more fighting over them. Abandoned them.” He slid a hand under Spike’s stomach as he fucked the bitch slow and deep, stroking his hand down to close around the bitch’s cock, finding it had, yet again, fallen free of the soft pink lace of his panties.

Spike showed his sharp teeth at Hunter’s vicious grin. He knew the rush he got just before a fight, his muscles flexing, hardening his body… but the fingers shoving deeper inside him made him falter, a strangled noise escaping him as he felt the heat that made him feel dripping wet inside… Spike’s attack was completely dodged and he found himself  jerked up with the motion of his swing. He was on his stomach before he could retaliate, bed shaking underneath.

Spike growled, eyes glowing as he was tackled down. His shoulders were pressed down, his legs pinned in place. Spike’s chest and face buried in the covers of the soft mattress as Hunter squeezed the back of his neck. This assault felt so familiar it chilled his bones. It reminded him of the first time Hunter had caught him back on that clearing in the forest, tackling him like that half transformed into wolf form… The memory made him whimper between his snarl as he tried desperately to  get out of that position. The hair on the back of his neck prickled as he heard the sound of a zipper and fabric ripping. 

As Spike struggled, he felt his dick slip out of the panties, rubbing down into the bed. He felt wet heat spread his cheeks, forcing a desperate whine and a growl out of him just as he felt Hunter’s cock enter him easily in a slick shove. The heat inside him felt even hotter with the cock spreading and rubbing as it moved tightly further. Spike's hole spasmed as it was sucking in his cockhead, a choked cry escaping him as he felt something in his stomach swirl.

Spike's body trembled as he felt the pressure in his ass ease as Hunter pulled out almost completely. He screamed as the air was pulled out of him, Hunter thrusting his cock hard and deep. Spike’s hole stretched for him, hot and wet, making him sob as there was nothing he could do to stop it. The cock pumped into him slowly, each thrust burying deeper into his guts. The slide inside was easy, despite how stuffed full it made Spike feel, his hole twitching around the girth, giving it’s best effort to let the cock enter or slide out easier.

Tears rolled out of his eyes as he squeezed them shut, moaning needy and desperate as he felt his own cock twitch and leak. He felt too hot inside. The hotter he felt, the wetter he became, making him pant as Hunter’s hips smacked flush to his ass, cock fully in. As the giant wolf on top of him fucked him slow and deep, Spike whined and moaned, feeling a hand wrap around his cock, the attention on it shooting a jolt of pleasure through his abdomen.

Opening the bitch like this, slower, almost lazy, sent tingles of warm pleasure through Hunter’s entire body. He preferred long, slow sex to what he’d done previously with the bitch, took more enjoyment from taking his time, feeling the heat and tight press on every part of his cock. He could feel Spike responding, how the bitch moaned and seemed to open around him, that sweet ass sucking him deep, squeezing and pulsing up and down his length.

Giving a low, purring groan, Hunter stroked his hand up Spike’s cock, keeping his thrusts deep and slow, feeling every part of that velvety heat around him. He cupped his hand over the head of the bitch’s dick, squeezing and rolling his lubricant wet palm over the sensitive head.

“What’s worse, precious?” Hunter rumbled against Spike’s neck as he slid his hand from holding Spike down, to sliding it over the bitch’s chest, rubbing over one heavy pectoral. “Beating you again, or making you realise just how much you love the feeling of my cock inside you?” He chuckled, shifting against Spike’s ass to direct his thrusts against the bitch’s prostate, feeling as the bitch’s ass responded, opening for him further, making each thrust slide more smoothly. 

Letting go of Spike’s cock, he held onto the bitch’s hip, rolling his hips in fluid plunges, pressing Spike into the bed, feeling how easily he could slide entirely into his bitch. He pulled almost entirely out on each thrust, the wet sounds of his cock penetrating the bitch becoming more sloppy sounding, the lubricant mixing with his precum, sliding free of Spike’s ass, only to be shoved back in as he slid in fully. Moaning, he kissed and sucked the side of Spike’s neck.

“Feel you fluttering inside,” Hunter groaned, breathless. “Do I feel that good, princess?” He slid his hand up Spike’s hip, stroking over the bitch’s cock again, the warming lubricant making Spike’s cock feel nearly molten in his hand.

Spike was loose from already taking Hunter’s knot once today. Even if his regeneration could mend that, make him tight again as if his as was never abused, it would take some time where there was no blood, no injury. It made the side easy… too easy. Spike couldn’t feel any obstruction in the way of the moving cock like he had felt it the first time the wolf had forced his cock inside. His pelvis creaked but it was no longer squeezing painfully tight around the  monster cock inside, healed wider than before. He no longer felt as if Hunter was punching a path through his organs, pushing them aside painfully. He still felt the cock stab into his stomach, stuff him so full he felt like he was suffocating. But it entered easier. The slow fucking making Spike feel it more intensely - the shape of the cock inside him. The length of it left clear impressions in his plush insides as he rubbed him slowly, heat so hot it made him sweat. 

He couldn’t help but moan and grunt and whine at the confusing sensation inside. Hunter was not even pressing into his prostate, at best lightly brushing it sometimes as he pumped inside maddeningly slowly. Spike panted, back stretching as he was being fucked into the bed, his hole rippling weakly. Hunter’s hand squeezed Spike’s cock, rolling his slick palm over the sensitive head, making him thrust his hips into that grip, feeling the cock inside him be pushed deeper. 

He sobbed as his back arched, undeniably feeling it from his ass and his cock being stroked, his nipples hard when the man above him fondled his chest, squeezed at his soft muscles. He didn’t like it. He couldn’t like it, even if it felt good. It made his skin crawl. Hunter fucked into him harder, coaxing a moaning cry when he pressed hard into his prostate, Spike’s ass squeezing hard before it relaxed further.

Letting go of his cock, Hunter held onto his hips… the way Spike would do with Ran. The way a bitch would feel it best… He sobbed hard, drooling over the covers as Hunter fucked him hard into the bed, pulling out completely only to plunge in hard inside… Spike was trembling, unable to accept any of this, nothing that had happened today or in the last few weeks, it was like he was living someone else's life…

“I’m not… a bitch… ” Spike insisted, stubborn and scared, teary eyes squeezed as he sobbed. It was getting so hot inside, getting fucked sloppy and wet… Spike cock was leaking, a string connecting his cock head to the bed as his waist was lifted up, making him pant and whine muffled into the bedding as Hunter stroked his cock again.

As the bitch beneath him succumbed to the feeling of a cock filling him perfectly, Hunter no longer had to hold him down, able to concentrate on how good it felt. The drenched warmth pressed all around his dick, silken and hot, dripping onto his testicles as he gave it to Spike harder, listening to how the bitch protested, while whining and moaning. 

“Not… a bitch…” Hunter panted between grunts and groans, tilting Spike’s hips to make the bitch feel it more, the lubricant and precum stretching in loose, soggy strings between their bodies. “What are you… then… taking cock and loving it?”

For each stroke he gave Spike’s cock, Hunter thrust several times, prolonging the sensation for the bitch, making the pleasure stretch and intensify, while keeping the focus on Spike’s prostate. He could feel his cock starting to swell, the bitch’s innards easily accommodating him as his knot was forming. He arched up so he could watch how the bitch’s hole flared and gaped around his knot sliding in and out, how the flesh thinned, only to squeeze around him.

Growling with intense ecstasy, feeling the bitch’s hole coming more alive around him, pulsing and throbbing, twitching and squeezing, Hunter pulled Spike up against his chest, barely pulling out as he increased the speed of his thrusts, pounding the bitch’s ass so fast he had to tighten the arm he had locked around Spike’s chest, nearly losing his hold between the sweat and how violently he made the bitch’s body shake. He squeezed his hand around Spike’s cock, pumping from base to tip.

“Perfect bitch… body made for my cock,” Hunter growled against Spike’s throat, kissing and sucking, “…made for my knot… my come…” 

His breath stuttered, the swelling bulb of his knot growing larger, still able to pump in and out of Spike’s sopping wet hole, each thrust lingering with a deeper shove, before sliding free, only to drive in again. It was like that sweet ass was torturing him, prolonging his knot, refusing to catch it, hungrily sucking around it, only to release it. His precum was flowing freely, running out of the bitch, dripping down onto the mattress beneath them.

Spike couldn’t be loving it like Hunter claimed he was. He just couldn’t because the very idea of it made Spike repulsed and angry. But he couldn’t stop his body from feeling what it did. He couldn’t help that he was already fucked loose, that his ass took Hunter’s cock with little strain. One of the reasons being that Spike was a big man, almost as big as Hunter in height. 

Spike extended his arms up, planning to lift himself up on his elbows, maybe somehow to crawl away but Hunter tilted his hips and Spike gave out a sudden shuddering snarl. The strength in his arms left him as he collapsed forward, feeling it deeper and more intense. He was moaning behind his closed teeth at every thrust. His body stretched, feeling the whole length inside him as his muscles flexed, nails digging into the bedding as he was being shaken completely. Spike’s cock felt painfully hard, leaking as it rubbed into the mattress, his ass pumped so hot… it felt so warm inside …

He growled deep, mouth slack open, as a line of drool slipped on the corner of his lips. His eyes were glowing, glazed over with pleasure, abandoning all reason. Hunter kept hitting his prostate, making his cock quiver, twitch and drool with precome. Spike felt the cock inside him grow bigger, his thigh muscles shaking as Hunter pumped his forming knot in and out. Spike’s ass twitched around it, squeezing and then relaxing. He could feel it, rubbing the heat inside him, making it hotter. His insides held onto the cock, feeling as if they were pulled along with it only to grip hard around the knot when it entered him.

Spike sobbed in a small moment of awareness, but his own cock was too hard, his pleasure too intense, to be able to hold onto it.

He was pulled up, nails dragging over covers as his sweaty back pressed into Hunter’s chest, his ass flush to his hips. Spike groaned, his cock bouncing with the motion. He felt it so deep he was afraid he would be speared through… The heat and the slick made his mind drift into only pleasure even if it was a strange forceful pleasure that he didn’t want. His head falling back pressing into bone and flesh.

Spike whimpered at Hunter’s words, moved his head away as he felt teeth and lips, heat over his throat. He groaned, panting. He could feel the knot fucking him hard, making his whole body shudder with each lingering thrust. Spike’s body was trembling, back muscles spent, not even aware his own knot had filled in completely while his cock bounced uselessly as he was being rocked.

As Spike finally gave in to the pleasure, Hunter gazed down the bitch’s body longingly. Every muscle was on display, arched back against him, Spike’s head resting on his shoulder as he held the bitch against him, both hands on Spike’s chest. He wasn’t capable of doing more than holding Spike against him, needing to keep him close, to feel every part of the bitch pressed against him, as he was watching every sway of those heavy tits, every bounce of that beautiful cock, listening to every groan and whine. He groaned, stroking down that smooth, muscular body, feeling each tensed and relaxing muscle, his hand stopping at the bitch’s hip, holding on tight.

They were moving perfectly together. Spike’s perfect ass against his groin, swallowing his cock and knot, loose and hot and slick, so slick. Hunter cried out against Spike’s hair as his knot caught for a moment, but slipped free as he kept fucking, moving faster, losing his rhythm as he worked the bitch’s ass harder. He needed more. Needed Spike tighter. Needed the bitch to feel it more, if only to drive the message deeper: Spike was a bitch, his bitch.

“Oh, fuck, princess…” Hunter moaned, letting go of Spike’s hip to grab the bitch’s bouncing cock, stroking it quickly, gasping as he felt Spike’s body responding. He bit the bitch’s neck, unable to stop himself, as his knot caught, swelling fully, coming with a groaning whine, as he pumped his hand down over Spike’s knot, loving how the bitch’s ass went wild around his cock, nearly crushingly tight around him. He saw white, hugging Spike against his chest, hips jerking.

Spike's tits were bouncing as he was rocked on Hunter's cock. He was held tight, back and ass glued to the man as Hunter fucked him. His mind was fuzzy. The cock pumping inside him felt so good, like a handjob from the inside... and he couldn't explain it. It didn't make sense. He couldn't admit it either. But he also couldn't control his body. Couldn't stop it from feeling good...

Hunter held him close as their bodies moved together, his cock burying deeper with Spike's weight pressing down on it. His hole was fluttering around the knot pumping in and out of him, pressing into his prostate with every pump. Spike's back arched, gasping, when the knot caught for a second then slipped free. He whimpered and sobbed, his body already tired, aching for release but the slow fuck had him falling apart on Hunter's cock.

Being called princess made Spike growl, something unpleasant swirling in his stomach that moved to his cock. It made him shudder just before he felt Hunter's hand on his dick, stroking. Spike moaned hard and breathlessly as his ass squeezed hard around Hunter’s cock, knot catching, growing bigger. Spike cried, back of his head pressing harder into the man behind, his ass so full he felt like he would be split in half. At the same time Hunter kept stroking his cock. Spike felt like he was dying as he kept feeling it, so close to reaching climax as he felt scorching heat fill him rapidly. He panted, howling, his hole holding the knot tight. The pulsing bulb pressed into his prostate as Hunter pumped his cock through it. When Spike finally came his vision blurred, his muscles flexing painfully hard as he kept coming, ass pulsing and squirming along with his cock shooting his loads, Hunter squeezing his hand hard around his knot.

If he hadn’t already come that day, fucking Spike into the floor, Hunter would have stretched things out, kept Spike on his cock, fucking him into the bed, against him, shoved against the floor, everywhere. The bitch had an ass unlike any Hunter had felt, the way it milked and flexed, squeezed and molded around his cock, surrounding his knot with incredible heat and intense spasms. How could Spike claim to be anything but a bitch? To have a body like this that responded so beautifully to having a dick inside it?

He caught one of Spike’s tits as the bitch squirmed and rode his cock, the bitch working against his knot, making his mind blank and body shudder, unable to keep from grinding his hips against that luscious ass, letting himself get entirely devoured by that dangerously talented hole. Spike’s orgasm sent another wave of jerks and jolts through his cock, his testicles emptying entirely, hand still working the bitch’s cock through each spurt of come. He forced his eyes open, watching as semen shot across the bed, hitting the wall above the headboard, his mind not fully registering past the bitch coming.

Growling moans, Hunter shoved against Spike’s ass, working his knot inside, rubbing and abusing Spike’s prostate, even as his knot felt like it was getting strangled, the tight heat almost painful with each load Spike’s dick shot across the bed and over the bitch’s chest, drenching his hand. Only once the bitch had stopped coming, that ass no longer squeezing in waves, was Hunter able to stop thrusting. 

Shaking, his spine taut, he clung to Spike, gasping, barely noticing that he had drooled a little. Moaning brokenly, he let them both tumble slowly into their sides, hips still giving an occasional small twitch. He felt thirsty, smiling in a haze of pleasure as he pressed his face against Spike’s hair, breathing in deeply. Slowly, he let go of the bitch’s cock, his fingers feeling like they were cramped up, stretching them out as he rubbed his hand up over Spike’s stomach. He could feel where the head of his cock pressed against the bitch’s insides, could feel his cock twitch, his hips giving a little jolt as he whined then laughed breathily, snuggling Spike against him.

“Pretty good… apology… for breaking the lock,” Hunter rumbled throatily, breathy and dazed, “Your body, truly… was made for being fucked… for taking my cock…” He dragged his teeth roughly against Spike’s neck, licking the light scrape gently with his tongue. “I’ll show you… as many times as it takes… until you realise the truth.”

The blur of Spike reaching a mind-shattering climax was slowly lifting. The grip on his knot that made him feel like he would melt and die was gone, the feeling unnatural as otherwise his knot would have been locked in a warm hole, caught inside perhaps for hours after the force of his orgasm. He whimpered as the strength in his body was spent. He looked down at himself and saw his cock was just hanging, still hard, knot almost bruised with how hard Hunter had gripped it. His guts felt painfully full, his belly swelled with hot cum that made him sweat with every shuddering breath. His ass was spread and stuffed, hole stretched thin, locked into Hunter’s knot. That realization made him shiver and cry softly, body still pressed into the man since he had no strength to try and move. Not that it would have been possible, stuck on a knot.

His mind refused to believe it, that he hadn’t been the one to fuck, to lock and cum into a bitch. His seed was wasted, plastered on the bedding as a useless byproduct of an orgasm. He had never seen it before like this, not before Hunter… Now Hunter was the one who fucked and shot his seed inside Spike, using him the way one would fill a woman or a bitch, making his belly swell with it, none of it dripping out, lodged deep inside him… Spike shivered into a small sob. He could feel Hunter’s cock poking through his stomach, still twitching and pulsing with heat, Spike’s insides used to the intrusion that spread and stuffed him.

Spike was pulled along with the man as he tumbled to the side, too exhausted and limp to move, gasping at every twitch of Hunter’s hips. Spike could see the man sliding his hand to rub his swollen stomach, fingers pressing through to touch his own  cock inside. Spike trembled, panting as he forced back tears, too tired and upset to want to cry and sob, wallowing in denial and self-pity for the position he was forced to be in. Instead his mind was fuzzy with the passing of his orgasms, still kept on a strange edge by the cock locked inside him. Before he would have called this an afterglow of a good climax but now he didn’t know what it could be because he hated every second of it.

Spike whimpered as he was told how good his body felt… that he was made to be fucked. It made him sniffle and tremble inside the embrace of the giant man. He didn’t want it… He shivered hard when he felt teeth drag over his neck, then a tongue lapping over flesh that stung from the heat… Hunter told him that he wouldn’t stop until Spike accepted this new life he was forced into. He wouldn’t stop after that either. 

Spike couldn’t accept it, not in a million years. It was wrong - a cruel joke. Spike was made to be alpha, he was made perfect in every way, superior to other wolves. This just couldn’t be his life…

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