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Chapter 7: bitch training (one)

The washer was thumping along the wall, the rhythmic sound almost distracting as he lurched forward against Spike’s body, cock sinking deep. He’d given the bitch’s ass a single hard smack for, yet again, not listening, not following directions. The look in Spike’s eyes had lit a fire inside him. Spike had looked shocked, angered, and… something else Hunter couldn’t quite name. Some emotion that made Spike’s cheeks turn red, pupils growing larger, and the slight smell of arousal rise from the bitch’s skin.

Hunter could barely focus on being annoyed with Spike, not with his cock held deep, slick with spit and a small pack of lubricant. His bitch was bent over the washing machine, hair falling down that beautiful back, shirt shoved up, arched as he held Spike’s hips in his hands, making Spike feel every thrust. His eyes trailed away from the hair falling all around Spike’s shoulders, down to the spread, wet hole sucking around him, dainty lace panties tugged out of the way, the thin fabric almost translucent where it had been soaked.

“How… do you confuse the fabric softener for the soap…?” Hunter groaned, grinding deep. “Everything… washed again…”

He swore Spike was doing this to annoy him, to be lazy, to skip a step. Hadn’t Spike ever done laundry? At the very least, he must have seen his own bitch doing it. Perhaps Spike simply had ignored him while he showed him the detergent and fabric softener, too busy pouting, caught up in thoughts of how impossible it was for such a strong alpha to have been made into an equally strong bitch.

“Are you… trying to tell me something?” Hunter continued with a deep rumbling groan. “That you… prefer being fucked… to… nnhh… doing chores?”

Spike gasped, growling shocked and angry, as Hunter’s cock thrusted inside him in one hard shove. His body was slammed into the washer, hips flush to the rattling machine. His eyes watered as anger turned into helplessness. He couldn’t push the wolf off, a hard and heavy body pressing him harder forward, making him bend over the washing machine. His hands were on the flat surface, fingers digging in, trying to stop his palms from sliding so he wouldn’t be rocked so violently.

His eyes were glowing as he was held down. Spike’s breath caught in his throat. Hunter’s cock was so big, so hot— he whimpered as he was forced to take it all at once, staying inside. He could feel it all, feel how hard his hole was gripping at the fat girth. He could feel the length sliding out and then slamming back in, reaching so deep Spike felt a dull stab in his stomach. His hips were held in a position that made him feel every thrust deep inside. Spike’s cock was pressed hard into the washing machine as he stifled a sob.

He was trying! After what had happened yesterday, when Spike had attempted to escape, looked for his pack so they could take down this bastard together— Spike couldn’t afford to disobey. His pack had abandoned him, added insult to injury as they had joined hands with Hunter… Spike was in despair. He had been trying to do the damn chores — but he couldn’t remember what everything was, when it was supposed to be poured in or how much. How was he supposed to know? Spike had never in his life used a washing machine.  

“I don’t know—” he sobbed as he was getting fucked into the washer. “I’m trying— I can’t—” he cried, his voice a pitiful whine. He didn’t want this. He was trying to get it right. The cock prodded in him, pulsing, making a hot jolt of pleasure shoot through his own. A barking gasp escaped him as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Hunter groaned as Spike’s ass tightened around him, before relaxing, letting him breathe again. His bitch was strong everywhere, every muscle toned and taut, even down to the tight ring of muscle swallowing him down. He kissed Spike’s shoulder as the wolf whined and sobbed, eyes opening slightly.

Spike sounded sincere. How someone had such difficulty figuring out how to wash clothing and sheets, Hunter couldn’t imagine. He slowed his thrusts, keeping deep, as he slid his hands up. Wrapping an arm over Spike’s chest, he held onto the bitch’s shoulder as he lifted one of Spike’s hands.

“Setting… for the size of… load…” he moaned, shuddering as his cock dragged along the bitch’s plush insides, leading Spike’s hand to the dial on the far left. “Small… medium… large… and… mmm, you feel so good…. and super for large…” he interjected with a deep shove, burying his massive cock deep, “…large and bulky items. Sheets and towels… heavy things.”

He bit the side of Spike’s neck as he rumbled in satisfaction, leading Spike’s hand towards another dial, the one for the kind of clothing or items being washed. He was finding it hard to concentrate as he went over the routine of washing clothing again. Spike felt too good on his cock, moaned and whined so pretty. He sucked a kiss under the bitch’s jaw.

“Colors and… mm, whites, delicates…” Hunter continued, pumping his hips a little faster. “Soap goes in first… then whatever you’re washing… softener in… ahh…”

He let go of Spike’s hand to grab the bitch’s hip, fucking Spike harder.

Spike didn’t want to focus on Hunter’s words. Not that he would have been able, even if he wished to. He was too overwhelmed as it was. It was difficult to breathe. His body was pressed hard into the vibrating machine and he didn’t know if that felt good or not. He was being pressed down painfully hard, unable to get out of this position. He was stepping on his toes as Hunter pounded into him, struggling to find his balance.

He panted as the thick cock fucked into him, the slide not completely easy and slick. There was enough drag and pull for Spike to feel his hole stretching and holding onto Hunter’s cock. He growled and whimpered, mortified that he could feel his ass stuffed so full and hot. Each thrust was sparking startling pleasure along with the pain of the stretch. The heat inside him felt unbearable as he tried to struggle but he couldn’t find any leverage.

Hunter took his hand and guided it to one of the dials. Spike couldn’t hear a word of what he was saying. He was too busy with the massive cock prodding him in the guts.  His eyes refused to focus. The heavy deep shove made him cry out, the thrust jabbing into his prostate, making Spike’s cock jump and leak.

Spike’s back was shivering, face bright red and sweaty, his eyes misty. He was getting fucked against a washing machine as a punishment for doing a chore wrong— he couldn’t accept being treated like a bitch…

Tears slid down Spike cheeks as his body was being rocked hard and wild… and he was hard and leaking. His body pulsed with pleasure and painful stretch. He could feel the heat building in his stomach, his ass rubbed full and tender, his hole twitching in rhythm. There was a building pressure in his abdomen, heavy and pleasant. A choked moan escaped him.

For a moment, Hunter let himself get lost in the feeling of Spike’s body: the heat, the tight slide and drag, the rhythmic pulsing around his cock. It was too good, too perfect around him. He needed to slow down before he came too quickly.

Letting out a shuddering groan, Hunter made his hips slow, rocking his cock deep inside Spike. He was sure Spike hadn’t heard a word he’d said, or if Spike had, his bitch didn’t seem to be in any state to comprehend anything past the feeling of being fucked. He’d learned how quickly Spike shifted from wanting to struggle and fight, to being overwhelmed by pleasure, but seeing and feeling how deep Spike was already in ecstasy, he wondered what was different. Was it the punishment? Being treated like a bitch?

Whatever it was, Spike was already moaning and sobbing, the wolf’s ass going wild around his cock.

With a grunt, he stepped back, pulling Spike’s ass along with him, until just the bitch’s arms were pressed into the washer. The vibration from the machine was less distracting, Spike’s ass no longer so high up that he needed to rise up on his toes to fuck him. Rumbling with pleasure, he gripped Spike’s waist, pleased to find his thumbs no longer touched in the center; his bitch was solid, stronger. Even with his cock buried to the hilt, Hunter felt a flare of desire burst through him. 

He pulled Spike into his thrusts as he worked back up to a faster tempo, his hips slapping against Spike’s gorgeous ass. The flesh shook and jiggled, making his breath catch. Beautiful. 

“We can… laundry… later,” Hunter mumbled between groans and gasps, continuing to guide Spike’s ass on his cock.

Spike snarled as he felt Hunter slow down. His breathing was labored, his face a mess - flushed and wet with tears. The muscles on his back flexed as the weight pressing on him lifted when the wolf stepped back. But the bastard didn’t let his waist go, dragging him along with his cock. Spike choked on a groan as his body was pulled off the vibrating washing machine.

He breathed hard and messy, saliva stretching between his teeth while his hands gripped the machine. Spike had nowhere else to hold on to as he was stepping back on his feet, no longer barely managing on his toes. Hunter’s cock was buried completely in his ass. He could feel it throb, press and rub his insides, his own cock had slipped out of the panties, handing hard between his legs as he was made to bend down.

Spike's claws scratched over the top of the washing machine, too slippery to provide any real support, as he was being pulled by his waist on Hunter’s cock. He growled, eyes teary as dull pulses of pleasure ran through his spine—

This couldn’t be happening… He couldn’t be— there was a cock in his ass. He was getting fucked— He barked and panted husky every time his ass was pulled back, forced to devour Hunter’s cock.

This position was better. Could get much better. 

Hunter drove his cock deep and fast, watching how Spike’s ass swallowed him down, eyes dragging away as the bitch’s hair tumbled around freely. It was beautiful to watch. All that long, wavy hair, dancing and sliding over Spike’s shoulders, as his bitch was snarling and trying to hold onto the washer. 

Rumbling low in his chest, Hunter lifted one of Spike’s legs beneath the thigh, spreading the bitch wider for his cock, driving up into that hot, needy body. He thrust a few times before he took pity on Spike’s struggling, wrapping an arm around Spike’s chest, hauling the wolf back against him. He slid his hand up to hook under Spike’s knee, fucking slow and deep, then harder, faster, shaking the bitch around in his arms. 

He sucked along Spike’s throat, watching how the bitch’s tits jiggled and shook, lone hair draped over and between them. He couldn’t resist grabbing one, rubbing his thumb over Spike’s nipple in time with his thrusts. Looking down past Spike’s swaying tits, Hunter could see the bitch’s hard cock, just barely, bouncing along, precum shaking loose with each thrust. 

“Leaking so much…” Hunter groaned.

Spike was barely managing to keep up, his mind too shocked to register what exactly was happening. Easier on him since he couldn’t comprehend the idea that he was getting fucked, that he was the one taking cock— getting hard and feeling pleasure from it…

The cock was throbbing inside him, or… was it his hole and inside that were throbbing around the cock. He whimpered, breathing through clenched teeth as Hunter thrusted in a steady rhythm. He panted, seeing the arm wrapping around his chest, pulling his arms off the washing machine. Spike gasped, body trembling as he found himself completely out of balance. He would have dropped to the floor if he wasn’t held up against Hunter’s body. At the same time his leg was tugged, a hand hooking under his knee. His whole weight pressed into Hunter, unable to stand without help. His weight pressed him harder and deeper on the wolf's cock.

Spike cried, squeezing his eyes shut. Hunter’s mouth was on his throat and he let it happen with heart trying to beat out of his chests.

“Let go…” he demanded in a pitiful voice, far from what he had intended, as Hunter squeezed his bouncing tit. He could feel his own neglected cock, swinging with the motion of the thrusts. Hard and leaking, it smacked into his own stomach. “Let me go!” he repeated in a sob, panic rising in him as he felt the familiar pull in his balls from an approaching orgasm.

With Spike’s weight pressing down onto his cock, all Hunter had to do was arch his spine to roll his hips. Easily he pumped his cock in rolling, fast thrusts, his cock fully sinking into Spike’s hot hole. His knot was starting to fill, even as he was trying to prolong the orgasm, distract himself with the warmth of Spike’s back pressed against him. 

He tried to focus on the solid heat in his arms, the hard nub of Spike’s nipple poking into his hand through the thin shirt Spike wore, the feeling of all that soft hair pressing against his face as he kissed and licked Spike’s throat. It wasn’t helping, only further filling his senses with his perfect bitch, the gasps, the moans, the pitiful whines.

“Can’t…” Hunter moaned, breathless as he kept fucking Spike fast and deep. “Can’t let… go. You’ll fall… Gotta finish it, precious. Feeling… feeling too good?”

Hunter held Spike tighter as his forming knot rubbed in and out of his bitch’s hole, nearly catching. He sobbed a needy breath into Spike’s shoulder as he shoved the knot back in, crying out as it slipped free again, still too soft, not swollen enough to catch. He was leaking so much precum, he could feel it sliding down his cock as he focused on deep, lingering thrusts.

Spike breathing was heavy, his mouth kept open while his teeth had grown sharp. His mind was having difficulty processing what was happening. He was simply propelled by instincts, by his own senses of what felt better - what angle, what depth, how hard. He was angling himself as best as he could on his one leg as Hunter kept relentlessly pounding him. His slick cock was spreading him, stabbing into his stomach at every plunge, every time his ass smacked flush against his abdomen.

Spike’s breaths came out in rasps. He was desperately trying to pull himself out of Hunter's arms, the jolting pleasure feeling way too intense, way too close—

Spike yelled out, a desperate whining cry, as the pleasure toppled over the edge. There was no knot formed or even close to forming. He came, the orgasm rolling through him as he grinded down, but his come didn't shoot out with force. Instead it dripped out of him in small spurts with every plunge of Hunter's cock.

Feeling Spike’s hips shift against him, Hunter helped to support Spike better so his bitch could direct his thrusts. All the sweat was making it difficult to hold onto Spike, his hand squeezing the bitch’s pectoral, face pressed to the wolf’s jaw as he moaned and panted. 

He could feel the shift in Spike’s body, that moment of accepting the pleasure, giving into it. He’d planned to fuck his bitch for seeming to refuse to do laundry, yet the sincerity in Spike’s voice, how he really didn’t know what he was doing— confusing as the thought was —had somehow made this more about making Spike feel good. Make them both feel good.

Hunter gasped sharply as he felt Spike coming, eyes opening wide as Spike ground down against his cock, taking him down fully. His knot nearly caught before he managed to pull it out, moaning and gasping with pleasure as he felt his own orgasm crash into him. He kept thrusting as Spike whined and cried out, watching as Spike’s cock sluggishly ejaculated. He came copiously, knot pushing up against Spike’s tight ass before pulling back, letting the semen drain, only to thrust back inside again and again. 

His legs were shaking by the time his orgasm had finished. Panting heavily, he staggered a little, bumping into the wall, somehow still clinging to Spike as he leaned back. Without being locked inside, his erection faded quickly, his cock slipping free. With Spike still spread, he could hear the come hitting the floor, grinning against Spike’s jaw as he tried to catch his breath.

“Almost… made me knot you, beautiful…” Hunter breathlessly chuckled.

Spike's breaths were heavy and husky as he groaned through his orgasm. His back arched into Hunter's chest as the jolts of electric pleasure shot through him making his muscles flex and tremble. There was nothing in his mind besides how good it felt, how the cock inside made him feel full, the pressure rubbing in that spot that made him see stars.

He growled, his teeth showing as Hunter kept fucking him, carrying the pleas from his orgasm further. Goosebumps spread over his shoulders and arms as he was held painfully hard against the wolf's body. Come had stopped spurting lazily out of of cock when he felt the scorching heat spill inside him. Being fucked deeper.

Spike was grabbing into Hunter's arms, holding as firm as he could. He whimpered, his cock jolting as he felt the knot press and smack into his ass. Spike hiccuped, feeling the come spilling down his thighs.

How could this be happening to him ? How could he, Spike Bloodhound , be fucked, held in this humiliating position, spread, with a cock inside his ass, come leaking down his legs... Spike stifled a sob, tears on his cheeks.

Normally, Hunter loved the opportunity to knot Spike, to fill him, to feel the bitch’s stomach slightly swollen with his come. But in the laundry room, so far from a comfortable bed, he didn’t want to jostle Spike about on his cock to carry him to the bedroom.

Shuddering, Hunter breathed out a husky laugh against Spike’s neck, loosening his hold around Spike’s chest as he lowered the bitch’s leg back down. The annoyance with Spike for failing to do the laundry properly had faded, the warmth of his orgasm relaxing him fully. He nuzzled Spike’s cheek, opening his eyes when he felt hot wetness against his nose.

“Why are you crying, precious?” He asked, kissing Spike’s cheek. “Overwhelmed?”

Slowly he turned Spike around in his arms, tugging the wolf close. He paused, feeling Spike’s hard cock against his stomach. He looked down with a growing smile, chuckling as he leaned in to kiss Spike gently.

“Need more, baby?” He asked, sliding a hand down to wrap around Spike’s cock, stroking near the base. “Not satisfied with just one orgasm… Can’t help yourself, can you?”

Growling a pleased groan, he scooped up some of his spilled semen from Spike’s thighs, slicking Spike’s cock to continue stroking. His own arousal was still lingering, rising at the feeling of the heat of Spike’s cock, thick and hard, in his hand. Rumbling again, deep in his throat, he licked up Spike’s neck.

“Precious…” he nearly purred, letting go of Spike’s cock to scoop Spike up under the thighs. With a grunt, he hauled Spike up, glancing down to make sure he didn’t step in the semen on the floor, his jeans sliding further down his legs. He lifted Spike onto the washer, kissing between Spike’s heavy pectorals as he slid a hand back down to stroke Spike’s cock.

“Got you,” he murmured against Spike’s chest, pressed between Spike’s legs.

Spike’s chest was heaving. He had barely noticed when Hunter's cock had slipped out of him, too preoccupied with trying to find his breath, get the strength back in his legs. 

His face was flushed, eyes red and unable to focus. His backside was throbbing. It felt wet. He felt wet and sore, his hair sticking to his forehead and cheek, tired and needy for a final release. Spike felt the grip behind his knee softed, his leg being lowered down before his sole touched the floor. His knees felt weak, sniffling as Hunter kissed his cheek. 

Why was he crying? Spike was crying because he felt fear and he felt too many other things. He had never felt this helpless, completely under the control and command of someone else. He didn't like it. He didn't like the way he was talked down to, like he was some kind of slut, hungry for cock— it infuriated him and also made him more afraid because he… he had come from getting fucked. What did that mean for him?... 

"Don't fucking call me ‘ baby’— " Spike growled between his sniffles, lacking all the authority he was trying to project. As he spoke, Hunter wrapped his hand around Spike’s cock. It jumped to attention, twitching and leaking as a small choked moan escaped him. 

His eyes watered as he clenched his teeth. Spike had never been able to be satisfied with one orgasm, but this wasn't the kind of fucking he wanted! His ability to stay hard for a long time or get erections quickly and in successions - it was for the sake of others who would service him. Fucking, getting sucked, stroked, appreciated properly— he gasped as Hunter kicked his throat, the danger of having his neck exposed sending a shiver through him that reached his cock that was still getting stroked. 

Suddenly his legs were no longer on the floor and the ceiling came closer. His bare ass pressed into the vibrating washing machine, making him shiver as Hunter pressed between his spread legs. His heart rate accelerated sharply, his breathing shallow and fast. 

"What is—" Spike mumbled in a slight panic. "What are you doing?" he demanded in a shaky voice. He didn't want to believe it was what he thought it might be, as pleasure was still running through him while the wolf kept stroking him. 

Hunter looked up from kissing Spike’s chest, his eyes twinkling with arousal and amusement. His own erection was somewhere between hard and soft, the weight of it pulling it down as he smirked at Spike. 

“Am I not allowed to enjoy you, precious?” He said, looking down at Spike’s cock as it leaked in his hand. “Still so hard for me. Came so sweetly on my cock.”

He lowered his head, licking the precum from Spike’s cock, humming in pleasure at the taste. Bitter and salty, musky and fully masculine. He dipped his tongue into the slit, pressing into it for a moment, before rolling his tongue around the head. He used to be so good at this, but now it felt almost strange, like something someone else had done. Someone who had never been witness to war. Who had never killed.

Opening his mouth, Hunter slid his lips over the head of his bitch’s cock, sucking around it in a kiss. It was big, hot, thicker than Hunter had experienced before. He groaned as he licked again, arousal pooling in his stomach and going straight to his groin as he breathed over Spike’s cock, stroking, before taking the head into his mouth again. His tongue slid over his teeth, stroking along as he let his jaw drop open.

He was getting hard just from sucking his bitch’s cock. Spike inflamed in him passions he’d forgotten for so long. Ever since their first meeting, it was like the wolf had somehow gotten under his skin. An itch he couldn’t resist.

He gagged a little, not realizing he’d taken Spike almost entirely into his mouth, the head pressing towards his throat. Hunter pulled back gasping, stroking Spike’s come and spit slick shaft, looking up with lustful eyes.

“Do you have any idea how good you look? Sound? Taste?” He husked out, throat not used to taking cock anymore. “Can’t tell softener from detergent, but fuck, baby… ”

Hunter couldn’t resist calling Spike “baby” again, grinning as he ran a hand up over the wolf’s chest. He squeezed one tit as he sucked Spike’s cock into his mouth again, lips sliding down, easing down nearly to the base. He groaned, the sound muffled, his cock bobbing between his thighs, fully hard. He needed to fuck his bitch again. There was no way he couldn’t. Mouth full of cock, he looked up at Spike, sucking as he slid back up, tongue flicking over the head.

Spike didn't know what to expect. Most of the time with Hunter he just couldn't tell what the bastard was thinking but Spike knew it couldn't be good for him. Most things Hunter said infuriated him and now was no different. He didn't appreciate being reminded that he had come from his ass being fucked— He flushed, furious and embarrassed. Just as he was about to snap, Hunter leaned down, running a tongue over Spike’s wet cock head. His breath got stuck in his throat, unable to understand what was happening, gasping as he felt the tongue press into the slit and then up. He spread his arms, getting a firmer stability by gripping the still working washing machine.

Spike couldn't believe it. As much as he was shocked by everything else, this rattled him completely. Hunter claimed Spike was his bitch... but what self-respecting wolf sucked their bitch's cock—

Spike moaned, deep and husky Hunter took him in. The soft heat of a wet mouth — he had not imagined ever feeling it with Hunter. He groaned and panted as the wolf took him in deeper. If felt better than any other blowjob he had ever gotten, pleasure creeping slowly up his spine. He couldn't care when Hunter called him 'baby' again, too preoccupied feeling good, regaining some sense of masculinity back. It made it feel even better as Hunter kept  sucking him with that skillful mouth. Spike could feel his knot starting to swell slightly.

As he sucked Spike, Hunter wondered how many times his bitch was capable of coming. Clearly one orgasm hadn’t been enough; Spike’s erection hadn’t faded, the knot only now starting to swell. His bitch just couldn’t help himself where a hard cock was involved, Spike’s or his own buried deep in that perfect hole. 

Swirling his tongue around Spike’s cock, he watched the confusion and wonder on the wolf’s face. All that time after the war, Spike had a bitch, and had never played with him? Never experimented? A part of him couldn’t believe Spike wouldn’t have wanted to try something more, yet also a part of him couldn’t believe how happy he was to suck Spike’s pretty cock. An alpha with his bitch’s cock in his mouth? Unheard of.

It was sex, he reminded himself, pure and simple. He had enjoyed sucking cock before, and now, with the heavy heat sliding back into his mouth, he remembered why. Watching someone feeling pleasure was incredibly arousing, giving him a feeling of control over their pleasure. The smell and taste, the sounds…

He tugged Spike’s ass closer to the edge of the washer as he took the wolf’s cock in deep again, fighting his gag reflex as he pushed down. Swallowing, his tongue undulating against the underside of Spike’s shaft, he felt the head glide past his tonsils, down into his throat. His lips touched the patch of hair at the base, sucking over Spike’s swelling knot. A strange sense of euphoria shivered through him, either joy at the accomplishment of getting Spike’s entire cock in his mouth, or the lack of oxygen; either way, it made his cock leap between his thighs.

Hunter moved his head slowly, grinding Spike’s cock head around his throat, almost gagging again. Before he ran out of air, he slipped two fingers into the bitch’s slick hole, feeling the wet heat of his come still lining Spike’s insides. With a grunt, he pulled off Spike’s cock, gasping, stroking the firm flesh as he pumped his fingers deep.

“Distracting me from your punishment,” Hunter rasped, taking a moment to suck on the head of Spike’s cock again. “No idea what you do to me…”

He slipped his fingers free to stroke his cock, slicking it with come and leftover lubricant, running his mouth down the side of Spike’s cock as he did. With his nose rubbing against the bitch’s pubic hair again, Hunter couldn’t help the guttural moan he rumbled against Spike’s knot. Standing up quickly, needing to fuck Spike now, he lined his cock up, easily pushing in again. He groaned, pumping Spike’s cock a few times as he thrust forward, burying himself fully.

Spike felt so perfect around him. Taking him so well, hot and tight around his cock. He let go of Spike’s dick so he could lift up the bitch’s legs, spreading Spike fully, rolling his cock around in that sweet, slick heat. Come was gathering around Spike’s entrance, slicking up his cock as he pumped back and forth in searching rolls of his hips.

Spike was starting to lose awareness of where he was, who he was with, what had happened just before this. Losing himself in the satisfying pleasure of being sucked so skillfully. His fingers were still holding onto the washing machine, his grip not that firm since it kept vibrating and he kept slipping. 

For a moment he forgot what had been going on the last few weeks. He was just himself, separate from the world - his past, his present. There was nothing besides his cock and that mouth he was  in, that throat he was sinking into—

Spike gasped as he was tugged forward, surprised and completely out of it in the building's pleasure. He lost his balance, his back hitting the washing machine, his abdomen almost hanging out from the surface he wound himself lying on. Hunter was holding him from slipping off, pushing his cock deeper into his mouth. Spike groaned, head pressing backwards as he squeezed his eyes. It felt so good, his cock being squeezed into that tight heat of the wolf throat as he swallowed all of him. Spike was so close—

He felt an intrusion in his backside, making him flinch and snarl. It drove his approaching orgasm back as his muscles flexed, feeling the fingers pump deep inside him as Hunter pulled his mouth off Spike’s cock. He whimpered, panting, stimulated and sensitive. He lifted his head to see the man dive down again to suck on his cockhead, taking his fingers out. Spike flinched again, trembling as the heat moved down his cock, small pressure on his knot. The wolf moaned, the sound traveling into Spike, adding to the vibrations from the washing machine.

Then suddenly Hunter's breath was gone from his groin. Spike looked up to see him standing, lining himself up— Spike gasped as he felt Hunter’s cock spreading him open, pushing in with no resistance until he was so deep Spike could feel him in his stomach. No— no— this wasn’t how it was supposed to be!

Spike cried loudly at every thirst as the wolf stroked his leaking cock through it. Then he let go instead to grab his legs, pull them up, spread him as he kept fucking him. Spike moaned and panted, driven so close to the edge right before, made it more difficult to focus on what was happening. He only knew that it wasn’t fair as his throbbing hard cock slapped against his stomach and his tits bounces while he was rocked on Hunter's cock. His hole was fluttering around the girth pumping in and out of him, pressing into his prostate with every pump.

Hunter groaned deeply in his chest, turning his head to kiss and lightly nip Spike’s knee. The hole around him was so relaxed, opened fully, taking all of him easily on each thrust. He gasped as he felt it flexing around him, smiling down at Spike, knowing how good it had to feel for his bitch. Every moan Spike gave, every pulse from the wolf’s insides, only proved his conviction: Spike was his bitch, and Spike had needed a firm hand for years.

There was still precum and traces of his own semen on his lips, which he licked away with relish, watching Spike’s face. Seeing how badly Spike had upset the two wolves in the bar, those past pack members, Hunter had been made more sure he needed to better train his unruly bitch. He couldn’t have Spike trying to pick fights, just because the bitch had been alpha. Strong as his vicious beauty was, that would endanger any others Spike tried to take out his frustrations upon. But he didn’t want to limit where his bitch could go, didn’t want to destroy his spirit. 

“Keeping… my hands full,” Hunter murmured between grunts and moans. 

His focus was slipping from anything but the feeling of his bitch’s slick heat. Spike tightened for a moment each time he hit his prostate, sending a ripple of fluttering pressure all around Hunter’s cock. Despite never being fucked before him, Spike’s ass was incredibly talented, squeezing and sucking at him, as if trying to keep him deep, not wanting to let go. 

Groaning, tingles running up and down his spine, Hunter ground his hips against Spike’s ass, rolling his cock deep, his knot swollen just enough to rub against the bitch’s prostate, stretching that soft passage more. He glanced away from the bitch’s face to watch as he withdrew, his knot tugging at Spike’s hole, until the wolf’s body released him finally.

He rumbled a low moan, moving his hips around in tight circles as he withdrew, playing with Spike’s entrance. He could feel the head of his cock rubbing Spike’s prostate, letting his head fall back as he traced around it. With a gasp, he drove in deeply again, his knot still able to pop back inside his bitch’s well used anus, the resistance only coming as he withdrew to thrust again.

“Trying to keep me in?” Hunter moaned. “Sad I didn’t knot you before, baby?”

Spike couldn't think, he didn't want to think. He couldn't release his hold on the washing machine as it was the only thing keeping him from being shoved back against the wall. The back of his head was already touching it at Hunter's every thrust that rocked Spike’s whole body. His cock was leaking over his stomach hard and sensitive from the wolf sucking it. The stretch in his hole felt hard at its limit, widening as much as it could every time Hunter's cock slid in and then drw out. It seemed like it was easier to slide in because when the man pulled out, Spike felt like his insides were being dragged out. He groaned  deep and husky as that sensation made an electric jolt of pleasure run up his spine.

Spike was breathing hard, mouth gaping open, teeth sharp. He growled deep when Hunter spoke, making it harder for Spike to not think, not be aware of exactly what was going on. His cock twitched, knot growing bigger as he looked up at the wolf fucking him—

Was Spike really on his back, getting fucked on a washing machine? This couldn't be what his life came down to - a bitch getting punished for not doing the chores right...

His eyes watered, recalling the way he had been beaten down the day before, in the bar that was no longer his own— his own pack abandoning him to a life as a bitch...

Spike hiccuped, unable to breathe properly as he squeezed his eyes shut. A sharp stab of painful fullness, made him whimper. Following closely behind was pleasure that made his cock throb and his knot fill. Hunter kept pumping his length inside. The hard push and drag made Spike choke, pleasure rolling through him. He didn't realize when he came, only registering as his come splashed on his own chest. His claws scratched the edge of the washing machine where he was holding desperately.

Hunter couldn’t look away from Spike, staring down hungrily at the expressions on his bitch’s face, the way Spike’s body moved unconsciously— tiny little rocking movements meeting him each time his cock rubbed over Spike’s prostate. Was the wolf even aware? Had Spike been aware of shoving back against him earlier? Spike always looked as if he was getting lost in pleasure, annoyed whenever Hunter spoke.

As the bitch came, Hunter arched his back, grunting and groaning low and hard, the sound ending in a pleased growl. The wolf’s ass was spasming around him, almost crushingly hard against his forming knot. He gasped, fucking Spike harder, faster, hips moving in time with the orgasmic flexing along his cock.

With a heavy groan, he leaned over Spike, mouth opening as he sucked one heavy breast into his mouth, tongue working against the nipple. His hands grabbed at Spike’s waist and shoulders, holding Spike close as he fucked the wolf through his orgasm. The hardening bulb of his knot punched in and out, pulling at Spike’s rim, before shoving deeply. He shouldn’t knot, not if he wanted Spike to do more with the laundry and cleaning, but that sweet, internal heat was so tempting, begging for a knot.

“Hold…onto me,” Hunter growled.

He grunted heavily as he hauled Spike off the washer, hips shoving upwards as he pulled the wolf down onto his cock. He adjusted his hold on the wolf, hands gripping Spike’s ass and thigh as he bounced Spike up and down on his dick, thrusting deep and fully. He grinned, eyes glowing as he looked into Spike’s face, the bitch’s weight sinking his cock fully inside on each thrust.

Spike’s mind was lost to the pleasure running through him, his cock throbbing with the rhythm of Hunter's every thrust. The stretch of his hole, the rub, the savage pressing into his prostate, again and again— Hunter's cock was growing bigger, the pressure of his pumping hips, harder, faster... 

Spike was sure he was losing his mind as his whole body was being rocked out of his control. He cried and moaned and whimpered, painfully aware he was being fucked on a washing machine like a cheap whore...

He sobbed as he felt heat and weight press over him, teeth on his chest, lips, heat— Spike’s back arched as he could feel the growing bulb of the knot be punched in and out of him, his body trembling. He was being held firmly by the waist and shoulders, crying from pleasure and anger as the knot spread him thin, popping in with a hard shove that made him choke and then pulled at his rim mercilessly to get out, slipping with a squelch.

When Hunter ordered him to hold on to him, Spike was too out of it to question or resist; he wrapped his arms around the man just as he was hauled up. Spike screamed harshly as he sank on Hunter's cock to the root. He held on tight, nails digging into back, but that didn't stop Hunter from bouncing him up and down on his cock, hard and full, rocking him through the core—

"Fuck—" Spike whimpered and sobbed. " Fuck —" cried and barked, mumbling bitten off moans and whines. His own cock was throbbing, leaking.

Hunter’s heart was beating wildly as he kept Spike moving on his cock, hips pumping in time, shoving every last part of himself deep. Deeper. 

Every whine and shout drove him to keep going, fighting against his own body’s need to come. He had to keep adjusting his stance as he moved Spike’s solid body, feeling the bitch’s muscles flexing, arms tight around him. He barely registered the pain in his shoulders as anything but the strain of repeatedly lifting and lowering Spike onto himself, his biceps flexed and tight as he held firm.

Could Spike come again? He could feel the heavy smack of the wolf’s cock against his stomach, could see the precum being shaken off the end of Spike’s cock. Hunter breathed in deeply, groaning as he kissed Spike’s cheek and throat, hands holding tight to keep his grip from slipping. Spike’s hair was falling all around them, sticking to his face and shoulders as he heaved in a heavy breath, looking at the bitch’s red face. 

He shifted Spike’s hips, needing to be sure he was fucking against Spike’s prostate. He wanted to see the bitch fall apart again. Needed to see and feel him come before his knot fully popped. With a growl, he directed them both to the wall, pressing Spike against it as he braced himself, hips rocking and pumping his cock fast and deep. 

His knot was swelling too much, too fast, his thoughts fuzzing out in the haze of heat and scent and Spike’s incredible moans. Whining as his knot bumped up against Spike’s hole, Hunter couldn’t get it inside, his muscles locking as he felt himself starting to come. Growling and moaning, he pistoned his cock as deep as he could, fucking Spike into the wall as he came. He could feel his semen spilling down Spike’s ass, soaking his thighs.

Spike sobbed and growled with every hard punch of cock inside him. He couldn't remember how many times he had come. Once? Twice? However many times it was, he was already sensitive. So sensitive that the pleasure he felt went hand in hand with a forceful pain. A pain he felt from his hole stretching, Hunter's cock rubbing his insides as he kept thrusting hard and fast and deep —

Spike panted, he couldn't feel himself crying, he could only register his cheeks were wet when Hunter kissed him. He could feel his own hair tangled, sticking on his neck, his back, some strands on his chest - an unfamiliar sensation of hair sticking to smooth sweaty skin. His chest was not supposed to be smooth—

Hunter shifted his hips, adjusting his thrusts and Spike flinched and choked, lifting himself by his arms, holding onto the wolf's shoulders. 

Spike was trying to breathe, growling and crying as his back was slammed against the wall. Hunter fucked him mercilessly, Spike voice was hoarse as he mumble and screamed words that didn't make sense. He sobbed through the assaulting pleasure, pressing his back harder against the wall as Hunter's cock spread him, filled him slick and thick until there was nothing but the punching of his prostate, the forceful spread of his hole, the heat, the cock head reaching up his stomach making it ache— 

He came with a sob, tears dripping down his cheeks, just as Hunter shoved his cock as deep as he could. Spike felt a burning heat spill inside him, filling his belly. He whimpered as his hole twitched and pulsated around the cock shoved inside him, while his own come leaked down his shaft in small spurts, his orgasm close to being painful.

Hunter cursed and clung to Spike’s ass as he pushed in, hips twitching as his cock pulsed deep inside Spike’s body, his ejaculations matching the spasms from Spike coming around him again. He groaned loudly, forehead pressed to Spike’s shoulder. It felt as if his orgasm was pulling from every part of his body, drawing out through his cock, and emptying into his bitch, taking away every functional part of his brain he had left.

His knees nearly buckled as he worked through the last throes of his orgasm, breathing heavily against Spike’s throat as he nuzzled. Slowly, he looked up into Spike’s face, letting out a breathless chuckle as he kissed Spike’s wet cheeks, making his way to his bitch’s mouth. He kissed once, tired and soft.

“So good…” Hunter rumbled, gasping sharply as he pulled his cock loose, lowering Spike’s legs. “Coming for me like that.”

He helped hold Spike up, kissing over the bitch’s shoulders and chest. Grunting softly, he sank down, kissing over Spike’s stomach, licking up the wolf’s come hungrily, hands stroking over Spike’s sides and back. Rumbling low in his throat, he licked down to Spike’s softening cock, mouth opening to suck the head back into his mouth.

Spike’s muscles trembled as he tried to hold on to Hunter. His breathing was accompanied with low hoarse grunts, mouth gaping open. His heart was beating heavy and fast, he felt like it was trying to climb up his throat. He tried to draw himself closer to the other wolf, eyes closed, cheeks wet as Hunter kissed him. A strangled noise escaped him as the wolf’s mouth moved to his own, taking his breath away. He opened his lips over Hunter’s, inhaling greedily, teeth scraping over soft flesh and beard.

Spike felt lightheaded, his body at its limit as he trembled, his cock at the peak of sensitivity. He sniffled, gasping as Hunter pulled out. Spike could feel the pressure in his stomach. As much as the come had leaked out, some was fucked deep. He forced his stomach muscles to flex, feeling that pressure inside him release, dripping out of his abused hole. Spike couldn’t believe— this just couldn’t be real.

His legs touched the floor and he found that they could barely hold his weight. If he wasn’t being held, he would have crumpled to the floor. He was exhausted, his body spent, drenched in sweat, palms pressing into flesh, holding him up as best as he could. He opened his eyes to see Hunter sinking down, kissing over his chest, stomach— but when he licked down his cock, Spike whined sharply, hands pushing on his shoulders. When the wolf sucked on his cockhead he flinched, yelling into a sob.

“...hurts… it hurts… ” he whimpered almost with no voice.

The yelling sob was enough to make Hunter release Spike’s cock, eyes snapping up as the wolf whimpered. He made a soft huffing sound, comforting wolf chuffing as he rose back up, swaying a little on weak legs. He still had some semen on his lips as he licked Spike’s cheek, nuzzling as he gathered Spike against him.

“Too much, precious?” He murmured apologetically, licking his lips clean before kissing Spike’s wet cheeks, rumbling softly as he kissed up to the corner of each eye. He stroked Spike’s back, nuzzling against the wolf’s neck and hair, breathing in deeply. “You did so well. Proud of you.”

He wasn’t sure if it was a punishment, or a reward. Fucking Spike until he came repeatedly, leaving him sore and spent. Hunter breathed in the wolf’s scent, nose pressed to Spike’s temple as he snuggled the wolf against himself, listening to Spike’s breaths even out and slow. He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, pressed close, his scrambled mind taking its time returning to him.

“Need to wash off. Can’t clean or do laundry like this.” Hunter chastised playfully. “Just get everything filthy.”

Gently, he tipped Spike’s chin towards him, kissing his bitch slow and deep. Lightly he nipped Spike’s bottom lip.

Spike sobbed, letting himself be comforted. It didn't matter if it was Hunter, the man who was responsible for all of this... Spike was desperate for it, pressing his head into the wolf's nuzzling. As he was gathered closely against him, Spike's muscles that were barely holding him, relaxed. He breathed deeply, as he was kissed on his cheeks. Nobody had ever been this gentle and attentive to Spike and he melted into it. His face was flushed from exsaustion and this shame that washed over him— being praised for getting fucked...

Spike sniffled into Hunter's neck, unable to move any other way.

"Please..." Spike sobbed with a spent voice. Hunter still wanted him to do the chores... "Please let me rest..." he hiccuped as Hunter tipped his chin, choking the words in his mouth as he kissed him slow and deep. His eyes closed, wet eyelashes pressed into his cheeks. Spike's heart was beating loud in his chest. He inhaled a shaky breath as he was released from the kiss, teary eyes opening as his trembling lower lip was pulled.

Spike couldn't do it... He couldn't do all those things Hunter wanted him to do... He just couldn't... 

The begging made Hunter stare at Spike with open surprise, his dark blue eyes widening, then relaxing with a soft chuckle. He kissed Spike’s cheeks again, continuing his slow stroking over the bitch’s back. 

“Of course you’ll rest first,” Hunter murmured, “What kind of monster do you think I am? How would you do anything when your legs barely work? There’s time later, sweetling.”

He kissed along Spike’s cheek and jaw, down to the wolf’s impressively muscled shoulders, all the while stroking and rubbing Spike’s back and sides. Such an emotional bitch, once the pride had been knocked away. He was surprised at the gentleness, how sweet his vicious beauty could be. It stirred something within him; the need to protect, comfort, feed, and calm Spike. It was startling, yet also incredibly soothing, his wolf accepting the role readily.

Like he had several times already, Hunter scooped Spike up beneath the ass, lifting the bitch up. He looked into Spike’s tear filled eyes, huffing softly again, nuzzling Spike’s chest, pressing his face into warm, soft pectorals with a deeply satisfied groan.

“Asking me so sweetly,” Hunter breathed out, glancing to the side, making sure to avoid the copious amount of come on the floor, as he carried Spike out of the laundry and into the kitchen. “Rest, a bath, and food?” He looked up at Spike as he said the last, knowing the bitch must be hungry.

Spike was trembling, breathing shaky as he sniffled. Hunter's lips on his face felt cool and pleasant. Without having to think about it more deeply, Spike couldn't remember anyone ever being so gentle with him, comforting him when he had been upset, tired and in pain. Arms embracing him, stroking his back. He snuggled into that embrace, hiding his face in his own hair and Hunter's neck.

Showing weakness like this... It went against every instinct in his body and mind— but Hunter had already brought him to his lowest. There was nothing more Spike could do that would convince Hunter he was even weaker. It almost felt liberating...

The weight was lifted off his legs when Hunter scooped him up. Hunter was looking at his face and Spike knew how he must look, but it didn't matter. He was tired and Hunter was being nice. The rhythm of Spike's heart was slowly calming down as he was being carried - another experience he only had with Hunter... Spike rubbed his eyes, finally becoming aware of how wet and sore he felt, but his stomach was also hurting from how hungry he was...

"Yeah..." Spike replied, his voice harsh and spent.

Seeing Spike worn out to the point his bitch was allowing him to care for him, made Hunter wonder if this was who Spike really was. Under all the show of being the strongest alpha, the most manly of men, was this who his bitch really was? Or were they all parts of Spike; the bastard, the arrogant brat, and the soft and sweet beast who wanted to be held and comforted? The more time he spent with his bitch, Hunter felt like he was getting to see more of him, understand him better.

He helped Spike bathe and clean himself, followed by a filling meal, Spike yet again amazing him with the amount of food that powerful body could consume. Unsurprisingly, Spike fell asleep soon after, leaving Hunter to clean up the dishes. He decided not to wash them, as it was only right that Spike do that. Instead, he went back into the bedroom, gazing at his slumbering bitch for a time, before giving in to his desire to curl up beside Spike. He looked at the clock, deciding to give Spike time to nap for half an hour before getting back to work. He’d already been far too lenient, getting distracted.

Hunter tugged out a book from the bedside table, rummaging around until he found his reading glasses. Settling in, he got through a couple chapters, occasionally stroking a hand over Spike’s arm gently. He liked this feeling of closeness. Even if he didn’t quite trust Spike well enough to sleep beside him, he could have this.

He nearly missed the cut off time for Spike’s nap, getting caught up in the book. Sighing, he set the book aside, rolling onto his side. He shook Spike’s shoulder, then lightly patted the bitch’s cheek.

“Wake up, precious,” Hunter murmured, still wearing his glasses as he lightly tugged on Spike’s earlobe. “Can’t spend all day in bed.”

Spike was tired enough to go along with what was happening. No point in resisting getting clean or eating, even less to sleep this off. It made him feel like a person again, not entirely himself but close enough. Hunter washed him and it was only fair after everything he had done. Spike couldn’t help but get shaken every time his thoughts lingered - at where he was, what he was doing…

He focused on eating and then sleeping. When he was asleep he didn’t have to think and for a short moment as he woke up he could recall with complete clarity what his life was supposed to be, where he was supposed to be—

Spike was pulled out of a sleep that felt extremely short. It was as if he had just merely closed his eyes and now he was being shaken away. He snarled softly in protest. He was still tired, he wanted to sleep more. He pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. 

His glowing eyes snapped open, when he felt the pats on his cheek, followed by a growl when he felt the tugging on his ear. He couldn’t believe anyone would dare to disturb his sleep like that— and then the room came into focus and the illusions of the past disappeared like smoke.

The soft sleepy snarling, even the growl, was almost cute. Hunter smirked, letting go of Spike’s ear to lightly pat his cheek, his thumb lingering in a soft stroke.

“So fussy…” Hunter chuckled. “Like a cub.”

He sat up, getting out of the bed to head to the dresser. Opening the top drawer, he rummaged through the panties he’d taken down from the closet, all of them freshly hand washed, and each chosen for design, softness, and coverage. While it was cute when Spike’s cock slipped out of the panties, it was incredibly distracting. He really needed to purchase something more fitting, rather than just repurposing his wife’s old clothing. Thankfully, she had not been a dainty woman; tall, strong, though not nearly as broad as Spike. 

He pulled out a high waisted black lace piece, the fabric practically see through over the ass, with decorative pink flowers along the waistband. Humming, he took out a negligée top as well, the front split just beneath the soft, elasticised cups— when he’d seen it in the shop while purchasing the large plug, he’d been unable to get the thought of Spike wearing it out of his head. The fabric was a soft black gauze, trimmed with fluffy looking pink lace, the straps thin and adjustable. Absolutely perfect for his princess.

“Thought you could use a little something to wear.” Hunter rumbled, rejoining Spike on the bed, holding out the panties and top. “As much as I like seeing you in my shirts, this is more fitting.”

Hunter released Spike’s ear and patted his cheek again. It shook the last bit of sleep off him, replacing it with barely contained anger, further ridiculed by being compared to a child. He looked at the man getting up. He was still under the blanket, unsure of what the man could want or do. Somehow it felt safer not to do anything, wait and observe… 

Spike lifted himself up slightly against the headboard, enough to be able to see that Hunter was rummaging inside the dresser, a slight panic rising in him even before he saw what was being pulled out. His heart slammed in his chest at the sight of the small bundle of lace in Hunter’s hands.

Spike paled as he looked at the things Hunter was holding out for him. A sexy little outfit for a bitch. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. What he was hearing. This was more fitting for Spike?—

“ No .” Spike growled, shaking his head as he tried to move away. He was not wearing that! This was a complete mockery. He was not— he wasn’t a bitch !

Sighing, Hunter set aside the outfit, before turning to Spike with a soft growl. He jerked away the blankets.

“Until you can prove otherwise, you are my bitch.” Hunter rumbled, grabbing Spike’s arm to keep the wolf from moving away. “You will not go around with your cock and ass out while doing chores. Or are you asking me to constantly fuck you?”

Still holding Spike’s arm, Hunter picked up the panties, staring into Spike’s eyes, snarling softly. He shook out the soft fabric, revealing the lace back and the pink satin flowers. It wasn’t too much to expect. He’d even asked what Spike would like him to do with his hair and beard, had cleaned himself up to look good for his bitch.

“Do I need to spank you?” Hunter growled.

Spike clenched his teeth, furious as Hunter jerked the blankets away and pulled him by his arm. He was mortified, reminded of his position in this relationship - something that was constantly being repeated and smacked into him every time he tried to deny it. The shame he felt couldn’t be wiped away. He had lost a fight, that was bad enough, but the kind of fight he had lost had changed his life, turned it on its head. 

He flushed, offended and angry as Hunter told him he couldn’t go around naked - as if Spike wanted to do that! He didn’t want to!

His gaze moved to the lacy fabric being unfolded in front of his eyes. He was shaken as he saw the translucent panties in black and pink—

Spike inhaled sharply at the threat. That humiliation… he couldn— he didn’t want to bear it again. What had happened in the bar and after— He clenched his teeth, eyes getting a little moist. He was angry, pushed into a corner, and he couldn’t do anything about it... He had already been wearing panties…

With a trembling hand he reached and angrily snatched the damn cloth out of Hunter’s hand, frowning hard.

For a moment, Hunter thought Spike would continue to refuse him. Perhaps his bitch liked being spanked, enjoyed being slapped around. He remembered how Spike’s dick had gotten slightly hard in the bar, spanked in front of his old pack, crying and quickly submitting, that beautiful cock sliding free of soft fabric—

Spike snatching the fabric away brought Hunter out of his thoughts. The frown and teary eyes made him smile as he reached beside him to retrieve the top.

“Don’t be shy, precious,” Hunter rumbled, peeling the covers entirely off Spike’s strong, shapely legs, inhaling the smell of freshly washed male. “Put them on for me. Should be plenty of space for your cock. No slipping this time.”

Chuckling low in his throat, Hunter leaned close, pressing a kiss to Spike’s shoulder as he released his grip on the bitch’s arm, stroking slowly. His eyes twinkled with amusement, his smile almost soft, despite the earlier threat.

There were a lot of firsts for Spike with Hunter, but one that seemed to keep repeating itself was being humiliated. Every time it felt worse than the last. The emotion was as vivid and burning as he felt it each previous time. It never became easier...

There had never been something Spike had not been able to overcome. Shame however seemed to be the exception.

When the covers were lifted, Spike flinched, his legs exposed. Covers and sheets slided easily off his skin now that it was smooth... 

With burning cheeks in anger and helpless frustration, Spike huffed out a short breath. After his arm was released he slipped the panties on, the high waist reaching his belly button. It felt embarrassing and uncomfortable how the lace hugged his ass and groin tightly, almost feeling like he wasn't wearing anything... but worse.

Hunter let his gaze follow each movement, disappointed that Spike put on the underwear so quickly. He wasn’t sure what he’d wanted, maybe for a bit more of a tease, to be able to watch the soft fabric slide sensually up Spike’s legs. 

The fabric hugged Spike in all the right places, snug over ass and groin. The satiny front, more opaque than the rest of the panties, for modesty’s sake Hunter guessed, held Spike’s cock and balls in a gentle grasp. The head of Spike’s cock was peeking ever so slightly to the side through the decorative lace. The lace back seemed to do little to hide the crack of Spike’s ass, only slightly masking the skin beneath.

Hunter swallowed. Somehow, clothed in satin and lace, Spike was more alluring. The delicate lace only seemed to further enhance how strong Spike’s body was, clinging to strong abs and hips. His beautiful bitch. Powerful. 

Breathing in deeply to calm himself, Hunter lifted the top. “And this.” He said, trying to keep his voice firm, his words coming out a little choked.

Spike had tried to make this as quick as possible, the way he would rip off a bandaid. He was already aware of Hunter’s heavy gaze upon him. He knew that bastard was watching him carefully. He was trying to not make the mistake of doing anything that Hunter might find alluring— but it seemed like his efforts were fruitless, because he would clearly detect the shift, hear the hard swallow, the spike in his heartbeat. Spike flushed red, clenching his teeth. 

It didn’t seem to matter how he put it on. The sight of it on was what aroused the bastard…

Spike could force himself to stomach the underwear since it could be hidden under other clothes… but when he looked at the top, his stomach dropped. That wasn’t something to wear under clothes. He lifted his arms, crossing them in front of his chest in almost a protective gesture as his eyes stared at the piece of clothing.

He didn’t want to wear that.

He sneaked a look at Hunter’s expression, trying to decide if he could afford to refuse… But he didn’t want to do it!

Hunter’s expression slowly hardened. It was just one more piece of clothing. One more thing to make him happy, and Spike was acting like a petulant child. He let a few seconds pass as Spike glared at the top, and he glared at Spike. A soft rumbling growl built in his throat.

“Planning to go around in only panties?” He growled. 

Well, that was it then. He’d given Spike a chance to make the decision to dress nicely. He set aside the delicate garment, then turned back to Spike with a dark look. Not saying more, he grabbed Spike’s shoulders and hauled the bitch over his lap with a grunting shout. The moment Spike’s lace covered ass was exposed, he brought his hand down in a firm smack.

“How many smacks?” Hunter rumbled, tugging at the back of the cute panties to expose Spike’s ass. “One for each day? Or maybe each hour you’ve tried my patience?”

He brought down his hand again, this time on bare flesh, holding the back of Spike’s neck.

“Last chance,” Hunter said, smacking Spike’s ass a third time. “I didn’t bring over both things for you to wear so you could pick and choose.” A fourth slap.

Spike’s heart dropped as he saw Hunter’s expression hardening. He was well aware what usually followed when the man became upset with him. But he couldn’t be! Spike put on the damn panties. Why did it matter if he didn’t put the other one on?

He saw where things were headed, that this wasn’t going to come down to just intimidation. Spike flinched away a second too late. He was dragged forward by his shoulder, collapsing over the wolf’s lap. He tried to find some purchase on the soft mattress to get out of this position but then a heavy smack fell on his ass. 

Spike barked, more in surprise than pain. The sting came later. He tried to wiggle out as he felt the panties being tugged down his ass. He growled helplessly. He couldn’t believe this was happening again— he was being held down by his neck, ass prompted up as he tried to get up on his knees. 

The smacks that followed stung, coloring his flesh a livid red. The force of them made his efforts useless, making his knees slide on the mattress, falling firmly into Hunter’s lap—

“I’ll wear it! I’ll put it on—” Spike whimpered insistent, flushed red and shaken. He didn’t believe he would be forced into this position again. He was sure last time Hunter had been lucky, managing to knock him down and hold him down. But it happened again! And Spike just couldn’t take the shame and the pain of being spanked like a disobedient bitch…

Hunter’s hand paused, his eyes flicking towards the back of Spike’s head. The bitch’s hair was a flowing, semi damp mess of loose waves, cascading over shoulders and back, spilling down over his leg. Breathing out, Hunter rested his hand on Spike’s reddened buttocks, gently stroking the heated skin beneath his palm.

“That’s all I wanted, precious,” Hunter murmured, tugging the underwear back into place.

Releasing Spike, he helped the bitch sit back up, smoothing back all that hair with careful fingers. Before Spike could pick up the lace and gauze top, he cupped the bitch’s face in his hands, making Spike look at him.

“Everything doesn’t have to be a struggle.” Hunter said, lips slightly quirking into a smile. “Do as I say, dress nicely, perform simple chores, warm my cock… And you’ll be rewarded, pampered. Refuse, and punishment will be swift. Understand?”

He knew it wouldn’t be that simple. Spike would always fight, refuse. It was important, however, that his bitch knew exactly what he expected from him. Even if Spike knew the rules of the Way, every bit of the wolf seemed to struggle with the concept. Hunter brushed his thumbs over Spike’s cheeks, then released him. He picked up the top, lifting an eyebrow as he offered it to Spike.

Spike was breathing heavily as the next slap didn’t come, he was trying to stop the instinct that told him to start crying. He swallowed down that feeling of humiliation as he was laying in another man’s lap, ass exposed and stinging from being spanked. His breathing was shaky, flinching slightly as he felt the hand back on his behind, but this time instead of a smack it just rested on top of his cheeks.

He sniffled as the underwear was tugged back up into place, and he was helped up. Hunter smoothed his hair back into place. Spike reached for the top but just as he was, the wolf cupped his face in his hands, stopping him, making him look up at him.

Spike’s eyes were shaken. It was so easy for Hunter to reduce him to a crying mess, making him feel like a weakling. He had never experienced that before and every time he felt it now it was frightening. 

Do as he said, dress nicely, do chores… Spike’s lips trembled, eyes filling up at the casual mention of warming Hunter’s cock. All of these were things Spike had expected from his own bitch… but these things being expected out of him? That couldn’t be…

It was insane to think he didn’t have a choice and he couldn’t do anything about it…

Hunter brushed his cheeks before handing him the top… and Spike took it, looking down. Defeated so easily— He put on the lacy top, slower than he did the panties. All the thin laces confused him but he somehow figured out where his hands needed to go. When it was finally on… he felt so embarrassed. The lace cupping his chest and splitting down, falling over his stomach, revealing it, the straps thin and delicate over his shoulders… it wasn’t something a man should be wearing…

As Spike dressed, Hunter couldn’t help but stare, his lips parting. The slow pull of fabric, the way Spike fiddled with the straps, figuring out how everything fit. The elasticised cups were perfectly stretched over Spike’s strong pectorals, holding the muscles, almost supporting them. He let out another breath, moving Spike’s hair back so he could see everything. The lace. The gauze which only enhanced the appeal of Spike’s chest. The musculature displayed beneath, gently draped with fabric.

“So handsome,” Hunter breathed out, hands resting on Spike’s shoulders as he drank in the sight of his bitch. “Dressed like this… every muscle on display… Here.”

He trailed a finger down to where the fabric parted, giving a full view of Spike’s strong stomach, framed with soft lace. He couldn’t stop looking. All that strength, lightly shrouded in dark gauze, softened and only made to look more impressive with the lace. Couldn’t Spike see that? If only he had matching thigh high stockings for his bitch, but what he had would be sure to be ripped by the powerful muscles of Spike’s thighs. 

Rumbling a sigh, Hunter pressed his face into the warmth of Spike’s chest, looking up with a sedate grin. “I want to eat you up.” He chuckled, lifting his head away. “But there are dishes that need to be done. You can manage that, can’t you, precious?”

Spike felt mortified. If anyone he had even known saw him right now he would have killed all of them, no matter friend or foe. This kind of shame couldn't be lived down. The only thing that was comforting him was the knowledge that this man wouldn’t be alive long enough to tell anyone. Next when he would reclaim his position he would erase all of this humiliation along with the one who was responsible for it.

Goosebumps crawled over his skin as Hunter reached, sweeping Spike’s hair back behind his shoulders. At his words Spike burned with anger, face flushing, because he knew it was true. Spike knew he was a handsome man, he knew he looked good, that his body was perfect. Those were things he was proud of. But as he wore these things the words seem to carry a different meaning. He shivered as he felt Hunter's fingers slide down his stomach. Looking down at himself made him flush even more, the heat in his cheeks so great that it made his eyes water.

How was this his body... It was, but it also wasn't. The way he was dressed, it was what he would have wanted his own bitch to wear - not himself!

Hunter pressed his face into Spike's chest. It was like Spike could hear his own heartbeat. It would be easy to attack now— wouldn't it... He felt hesitant. Too many lessons already beaten into him. That Hunter was stronger. That Spike was his bitch... That he would be severely punished if he raised his hand at his alpha. He knew all of the rules of the Way. He understood his own position, knew what a bitch was supposed to be, what its duties were— he just couldn't be the bitch. He couldn’t... But he was.

His fingers curled into fists, trembling as he was told to wash the dishes. If this was his normal life he would still be sleeping and Ran would have taken care of all the chores. He couldn't believe the audacity to not be left to rest. To be made to do stupid things like household chores. That was women's work. As a man - Spike was supposed to be out, to hunt and protect the territory.

He got up from the bed angry and annoyed. He gritted his teeth, growling as he stomped out of the room.

Hunter waited, eyes on his bitch, watching the emotions play through Spike’s eyes, the way the bitch’s jaw tightened. Spike couldn’t hide anything. Whatever was going on in the wolf’s mind was clear. He smiled slightly, eyes glancing down at the balled fists, lifting his face from the soft warmth of the bitch’s chest.

He was about to say something more when Spike got up quickly. His lips parted in surprise, wondering if Spike was actually going to do what he’d been told. All that stomping… Hunter couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. He got out of the bed, following the storming footsteps to the kitchen, watching as Spike ran water in the sink.

Letting out a soft breath, Hunter leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms slightly. Spike was actually going to do dishes? There weren’t many, not with just the two of them, and Hunter had made sure to rinse the dishes before setting them in the sink. It was easy enough work. Smiling, feeling strangely warm and relaxed, Hunter watched as Spike started washing, eyes trailing over the wolf’s powerful body, covered in dainty lace and gauze.

“Don’t forget the laundry room floor,” Hunter said after a moment. “You came so much. Probably a dry mess by now…” He crossed the floor, lightly stroking Spike’s back as he moved past him, opening the broom closet. “Everything you need is in here. Probably just need a rag and the floor cleaner. Unless you want to mop…” 

Hunter looked back to Spike. He closed the closet, letting out a breath as he stepped up behind his bitch. Gently, he moved Spike’s hair back, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to Spike’s cheek.

“I’ll clean the tub. Think about what you want to eat tonight, baby.” Hunter rumbled as he pulled away. “Steak?” He chuckled.

As Spike found himself in the kitchen alone, before Hunter got up and followed him, he had some time to think what exactly he wanted to do. He had never in his life had to spend so much time thinking before he made a decision to act. But now he felt like he had no choice. When he acted without thinking it ended up with Hunter beating his down…

He knew that he didn’t want to wash the damn dishes. He briefly considered grabbing all of them and throwing them on the floor. Because how did Hunter dare, how did anyone dare to order Spike around. No less ordering him to do bitch work. He was livid!

What had happened in the bar a day ago was lingering fresh in his mind. What had happened earlier today because of the laundry was weighing heavy on him. Even minutes before the way Hunter had wrestled him with ease and spanked him— None of these things brough Spike confidence he would be able to handle the consequences… So breaking things was out of the question.

Then refusing?...

What Hunter had said just before echoed in his head – refuse, and punishment will be swift.

No, he couldn’t. Spike felt cold sweat on his neck as he realized with a sinking feeling in his stomach that the only thing he could do was wash the dishes…

It wasn’t so bad, right? It wasn’t bitch work. Anyone could wash the dishes. In his pack— fuck. He got angry just thinking about them. Recalling things from the past— it seemed impossible now because they were in almost all of his memories and he couldn’t allow himself to think about the bastards that had called themself his brothers…

Spike directed his frustration and anger into doing the work, at least careful not to break anything. Too focused on his thoughts Spike didn’t notice when Hunter had appeared at the door, almost flinching as he spoke. He clenched his fist around the soapy sponge as he heard what the man was saying. 

Clean the floor in the laundry room… He couldn’t believe the bastard was asking him to do that. It wasn’t enough that Hunter would humiliate him and fuck him but he also wanted him to clean up after…

Spike’s eyes watered. How could he be treated like this? He looked down at his soapy hands and a tear dropped directly from his eye into the sink. He inhaled, sucking down the tears that wanted to come out. This wasn’t a good time to cry if he wanted to finish everything quickly and forget about it. He just needed to finish these things… and then he could cry.

He didn’t look up when Hunter showed him where the cleaning supplies were, easier that way to hide his expression. At this point he didn’t know what could set Hunter off. He held his breath as the wolf leaned in to kiss his cheek. When he pulled away, Spike inhaled a shaky breath. For a moment he forgot everything at the thought of eating something nice that he had been denied, lifting his eyes to look at Hunter, making sure the man wasn’t just teasing him as he often did.

Once again, Hunter wasn’t sure if Spike was actually listening to him. It was like with the laundry, when he’d first told Spike what to do, and yet, somehow, Spike had used only fabric softener, and he’d had to make Spike start it again, then fuck him against the washer to hopefully make it stick in the bitch’s mind. Seemed punishment was all his bitch understood.

The mention of steak, however, and he knew Spike had been listening. Good. That or Spike only heard things having to do with food. The look on the bitch’s face was cute, hopeful but mistrusting. He smiled, sliding just past Spike to open the fridge. He pulled out a massive steak he’d bought and put to defrost overnight. The hunk of meat was bigger than Spike’s head, landing heavily on the counter, still wrapped in plastic.

Knowing he now had Spike’s full attention, Hunter wrapped his arms around Spike’s waist, pressing in against the wolf’s strong back. The thin negligée let him feel every muscle over Spike’s back, the body heat warm and satisfying against his chest.

“Grilled? Pan seared?” Hunter asked, lips close to Spike’s ear. “You’ve been so good. How does my baby want it?”

He pressed a hand over Spike’s stomach as he pressed his nose into clean hair. The scent of a fresh, clean male rolled over him. Rumbling softly, Hunter kissed Spike’s cheek again.

“We’ve got potatoes, asparagus… Could make garlic bread.” Hunter murmured. 

There wasn't much to wash thankfully and whatever there was it wasn't that difficult to clean. That however didn't stop Spike from spraying water everywhere by having the faucet open too hard.

Spike wasn't sure what to expect when Hunter went to the fridge but he was pleasantly surprised to see the huge steak. He could smell the fresh blood on it through the plastic. Spike had been dying for a real meal for almost a month now. For a moment he could forget everything else and think about having a really nice steak.

The arms wrapping around his waist startled him and he stepped back— right into Hunter, pressing his back against his chest and ass into his groin. He froze. A sharp chill ran up his spine making goosebumps run through him like a wave.

Spike swallowed hard, trying to convince himself it was nothing, as he fumbled to say he wanted the steak grilled. He could overlook this time the disrespectful way Hunter spoke to him, only because he didn't want for this meal to be taken away the same way it had been when he had still been bedridden and Hunter had ordered him for the first time to put on panties..... He could endure, couldn't he? He had lived through a lot worse things than being called 'baby' by a man, or being dressed in lace...

As Hunter leaned in, pressing his hands on his stomach, his nose in his hair – Spike was completely engulfed in the heavy scent of male, of Hunter. For one bizarre moment he... didn't find it unpleasant....

Then he shook off that strange and startling feeling, mumbling 'yeah' to what Hunter was suggesting to add to the meal.

Hunter held still as he could feel Spike shiver. Was it revulsion at being touched? Or, perhaps, it was something else. With how distracted his bitch was acting, he wanted to believe it was because Spike found his touch pleasant, as the wolf had backed into him, right into his groin, and stayed there for a moment.

Almost like a real couple.

He brushed away those romantic thoughts, as he knew Spike barely seemed to tolerate him. While whatever Spike was feeling could be clearly seen on the bitch’s face, his inner thoughts were unknown. Still, the distracted, mumbled ‘yeah’ to everything he’d suggested amused him, made him feel warm. If anything, the bitch was easily distracted by food, especially steak.

He moved the bloody hunk of flesh onto a plate to let it warm some as he went to clean the tub and start the grill going. When he came back to the kitchen to retrieve everything he needed for cooking, he reminded Spike to clean up the spilled water on the floor. The potatoes and asparagus needed some time to cook through, while the steak would only take a few minutes to cook it a perfect, bloody rare. While the potatoes and asparagus could be roasted in a pan on the grill, the garlic bread needed the oven to toast properly. 

He was well aware he was cooking enough food for a whole family, but Spike managed to eat as much food as two, sometimes three people. He softly reminded Spike to clean up the laundry room floor too as he prepared the garlic bread, lightly bumping Spike’s hip with his own affectionately as he headed back out to check on everything.

Once everything was cooked, the steak grilled, still a deep, dark red in the center, Hunter somehow managed to carry everything into the kitchen. He was in a surprisingly good mood. Cooking for his bitch. Taking care of him. Though it could have just been the smell of steak cheering him up.

Spike spent more time than he should have needed, washing the dishes and utensils. No matter how he turned it in his head, there was no way out of this. No way out of being dressed like this, or doing these chores. Well there was— but it was going to be bloody and dangerous. Not for Hunter, but for Spike. 

From the way the wolf had taken him down the day before in the bar as well and earlier, Spike didn’t have the confidence to win a fight right now. No matter how humiliating and degrading the things he had to do were, it was at least better than potentially dying. 

Spike knew Hunter’s identity. The other wolf had made it crystal clear. So the threat of death was not a joke. It had been a shock for Spike at first. He had never known a fear that cut so deep. Helplessness was a new experience which he found difficult to process.

If there was something that Spike knew well, it was how to distinguish between the two types of intimidation. One was a bluff - showing off, scaring the enemy so that a fight could be avoided for your own sake. The other was intimidation for the sake of the enemy - if we fight, you will die. Not a threat, but a warning.

Hunter was not bluffing. That much Spike could tell. So he did the chores. He did the humiliating walk to the laundry room carrying the washing supplies and he went on his knees and he scrubbed the floor like the good little bitch he was supposed to be. 

After Hunter had been done cleaning in the bathroom, Spike closed himself inside and cried as he scrubbed his arms and knees on the sink. He managed to calm himself thinking about the good meal he was supposed to have, forcing himself not to look down at what he was wearing. 

Not being able to drink for the whole time he was held by Hunter was driving him crazy. It was just what he did. Men would drink. Everyday if they had the time. Drink at the bar, get together with other wolves, go out, cheer himself up when he felt down. Now he was forced to face his emotions directly and sometimes it felt like it was too much. 

After he had managed to get himself together, focus just on the fact that he was done, he didn't need to do anything else, Spike relaxed enough to enjoy dinner. For the first time since being confined in this cabin he ate a proper meal like what he would have eaten if he was not here. It made him feel more like himself again.

The evening went by uneventfully as Spike did his best to not do anything that could have ticked the man off. He had really needed that moment of peace, to be able to relax even if he knew it was only temporary.

The evening went by well. Surprisingly well. Hunter wasn’t sure if he should trust it, or just be pleased that Spike seemed to understand what was expected now. He wasn’t entirely unreasonable, Hunter didn’t think, or at least, he was trying not to be. Relating to people again, to his fellow wolves, after hunting down so many, was difficult, but he felt more at ease the more he did it.  Spike cleaned and didn’t fuss, and they were able to enjoy a meal together, his bitch eating his fill of all the steak and vegetables Spike could manage.

It was incredibly good. Hunter didn’t think he’d ever fully feel like the person he had been before, but he felt further away from the mad beast he’d been for so long. If this was his life now, he was sure he would manage better in a world without constant war and fighting for survival.

+

Come morning, he left the upstairs bedroom, still not fully trusting of Spike, or himself, to share a bed quite yet. That was a step he wanted to take, but his bitch was still new at the new position, and Hunter wasn’t sure he could sleep soundly beside another person. He wanted to try, but that would have to wait for a time they were both more settled with one another. He peeked in on Spike, watching the wolf sleeping for a few minutes, before he left his bitch resting in bed. 

He left a note for Spike, saying he would try to be back in time for lunch. He wrote down a few tasks for Spike to complete, the few chores there were, and headed out to do a little shopping, as well as pick up a couple more bounty assignments.

The Brookhavens, of course, had someone else they wanted him to find. Sasha was tedious to listen to, her tone seeming more paranoid, almost zealous, but the money was good. Too good to pass up, or to let on how bored he was listening to her go on. As always, after dealing with rich individuals with too much time on their hands, Hunter felt the need to relax with a drink. 

Spike’s old pack’s bar seemed a good choice, and he had a few questions. He hadn’t thought much of the two wolves’ reactions before, lost in the moment, punishing his bitch and enjoying watching him suck cock. After some thought, however, the two seemed eager to join in. Strange for pack members, Hunter thought, especially considering how shocked Spike had seemed. 

Settling in at the bar, he breathed in with a deep rumble, looking around at the other patrons. There were only a few wolves nursing drinks around the bar, sitting at tables. A wolf bar. No need to play human. He already felt more relaxed after having dealt with Sasha Brookhaven.

Spike found himself waking up rested. He opened his eyes and there was only silence around him, the sounds of nature outside, of chickens and bird songs, the wind swaying branches. No sign of Hunter.

Spike glanced at the clock on the bedside table seeing that it was already past nine. If Hunter had been here he would have already woken Spike up, had him out of bed at least at eight if not earlier since the wolf got up at the crack of dawn - fed his chickens, had breakfast and then went to work or to do something else. Spike already knew his routine, he had lived long enough with him— No. He wasn't living with him. This was just... temporary. Spike already had a home.

That thought was scary so he decided to forget about it as he got out of bed. He was still wearing the lace high-waisted panties since he had no other underwear and he didn't feel comfortable taking whatever he had off in Hunter's presence. But he had taken off the humiliating feminine top as he had gone to bed.

Knowing that Hunter was out made things easier. He rummaged to find a plain worn t-shirt and sweatpants and put them on. Everything was too big for him since Hunter was so massive, but Spike was close behind anyway. Didn't take much to fit. 

He felt a little bit more relaxed as he walked through the cabin, dressed regularly. He saw the note as he went to get something to eat. The chores... They could wait, couldn't they? When else would Spike get the time to relax alone.

The stray thought of running away again had him sweating through his shirt. He remembered how that had turned out the day before—

Spike ate and then went back to the bed. He missed the lazy days where he could spend the whole day in bed, when he didn't feel like doing anything. Having Ran, his bitch, bring him food, drinks, entertain him... Curling into the blankets now was the closest he could get to that feeling.

After sleeping a bit, he got up only to grab a beer and head for the porch. Hunter had told him the rules - what he was allowed to do. Even if the wolf had said it was fine to go out as long as he didn't stray too far, Spike still felt nervous. He didn’t want to take the risk. Not now at least.

Sitting outside on the porch, feet dangling down into the grass... It felt nice. He sipped beer and watched the trees sway. Being outside... It made him feel better, calmer, not so trapped.

Hunter was also feeling calmer, not having to watch how he acted around his fellow wolves. He didn’t need to worry about sitting too still, or his nostrils flaring as he scented the air. If there had been more people in the bar, he wasn’t sure he’d would be as able to relax, as even the smell of urine, distant in the bathrooms, from so many wolves, had him alert, though calm. 

It was a shared space, neutral ground. No one was aware of who he was. Just another wolf amidst a few others, each at their own places.

Hearing his name, his eyes refocused. Hunter’s nostrils flared for a moment, taking in a somewhat familiar smell, just before he looked at the wolf behind the bar. Short hair, dark eyes, and and enthusiastic smile. One of the wolves he’d let Spike suck before. Hunter gave the younger wolf a small smile, trying to remember the name— R something… Raz… Raze?

“Razor, right?” Hunter said in greeting, resting his arms on the bar as he leaned closer; the kid reminded him of a cub, excitable and cute.

It was almost as if Hunter had interrupted the wolf from speaking first because he was taken aback.

"You remember my name?" he exclaimed starstruck, under his breath. "I mean— Yeah! That's me. Do you want a drink?" he asked. There was excitement bubbling behind his eyes.

Razor had not expected to see the wolf again. He hadn't been able to recognise his face as a regular of the bar and he thought the decision to take over the pack as an alpha would take longer to make. It had been barely a day since.

But maybe the wolf didn't need a lot of time to make the decision?

"Or are you perhaps...?" he trailed off.

Truth be told, Hunter had nearly not remembered the cub’s name. He’d always had difficulty, but it was a pretty normal name among wolves; sharp consonants, and named for a weapon, or a skill. His own family had followed the same guidelines, with the same hope any children would live up to a tough name, or develop the skills they were named for. He doubted his parents had envisioned him becoming the hunter he did.

He couldn’t help but grin a little at Razor’s excitement. It had been years since someone had reacted to him in such a way. How old was the kid? Razor couldn’t be more than his early twenties, not much older than his own daughter would have been…

Before he could make himself sad at the thought, Hunter focused on why he was here. For a drink. To relax. Maybe try and find out why Spike’s pack had been so willing to have their old alpha suck them off. He was about to agree to a drink, already starting to nod his head, when Razor asked the other question, or started to. It didn’t take much to guess what the wolf could be wondering.

Hunter gave Razor an easy smile. It would make sense to take over as alpha, as he’d made the old alpha his bitch. It would be the responsible thing to do, the right thing to do. He’d never led a pack, however. He hadn’t really been part of one, outside of his parent’s family pack. He didn’t know how the Hunt packs worked, outside understanding they were built for fighting during the war. The Bloodhounds, however, had entirely changed it seemed. They had a bar made for wolves, where they could be themselves, but interact peacefully.

The main thing keeping him from immediately stepping in, however, was who he had been during the war. The Devourer, killer of Hunt wolves, now somehow in the position to become the alpha of a Hunt pack. A pack with surprisingly likable wolves. If he’d come across their pack… He felt a strange feeling of guilt at the thought, the feeling heavier with Razor being so enthusiastic and surprisingly cute.

“It’s a lot to consider,” Hunter replied, voice soft and rumbling. “I would love a drink. Whatever dark beer you have on tap.”

“Sure thing.” Razor said as he went to grab a tall glass and filled it up and served it to the wolf.

Razor wasn’t a person he felt nervous but for some reason he felt nervous now. The prospect of a new alpha still seemed surreal to him. The idea that Spike was no longer their alpha had taken some time to get used to. He had been angry and sad that the man he had looked up to had just left, abandoned them. For what? For a more exciting life? For more challenges? Razor couldn’t believe it. It was true that Spike would often reminisce fondly of the war, the bloodshed and the fighting. He had mentioned traveling sometimes when they would drink. But it was nothing more than small talk. Razor was confident that he knew Spike well—

The sudden disappearance of his former alpha was a huge shock to him. He had been worried, like the rest of them. Spike never left anywhere without at least notifying Zain. But this time he hasn’t. One day he was just gone. After months of troubles with his bitch. Months of him angry and unsatisfied with the way his life was, drinking at the bar and talking about all the things he wanted to change…

His disappearance had been bizarre and abrupt - so the pack had looked into it. Only to find clear evidence that Spike had already been preparing to leave for a while. The apartment that he used to share with his bitch - all of his things had been moved out. The only things that were left were documents, a few keys and identification papers. 

Razor couldn’t make sense of it but some of the others easily caught up. Documents for putting the small apartment up for sale. Documents for a rented storage space. And a passport. All one would need to leave. 

Days after that they heard the rumors of Spike being spotted elsewhere, and then somewhere else. Traveling. And then nothing. For a month. How much more proof did they need? Spike had abandoned them. Abandoned his pack.

Until he showed up out of nowhere. Barely dressed, tattered and thinner. Reeking like a claimed bitch, another male musk all over him. Clearly he had bitten more than he could chew. Going out, abandoning his pack, challenging others? It could only end up in one of two ways - as an alpha of a new pack or as a bitch. Razor would have never guessed anyone could be stronger than Spike but he had clearly met his match with Hunter. 

It was only fair. Razor was still upset and angry that Spike had abandoned them as if they were nothing. So he felt satisfaction seeing him beaten down. Spike thought he was better than them? Well now he was getting what he deserved. 

Something, however… couldn’t leave Razor alone. That insane story Spike had insisted on when he had showed up. The way he had told it. It didn’t feel like he was lying— but it made no sense. Zain had explained to him that it was probably half truth. Anything Spike could tell to get out of the position he had put himself in. With their help they could have probably taken down Hunter. But that was not right. Spike had abandoned them, gotten himself turned bitch and now he was crawling back when he had no better option. 

No. Spike needed to reap what he had sown. He was no longer the alpha of the Bloodhounds. Spike was Hunter’s bitch. And as such Hunter had the right to claim Spike’s former position as alpha.

“Oh!” Razor suddenly remembered and he walked back to Hunter after refiling some drinks. “There are some old stuff of Spike, if you want them. You can talk to Zain in the back office over there.” he pointed.

Hunter let out a pleased sigh as he was presented with his beer, taking a long swallow as he rested at the bar. Now that Spike was healed up, he really should let his bitch drink again, he thought. Assuming Spike hadn’t found the beer alongside the food he had ready in the fridge. 

The thought made him chuckle a little to himself as he pulled out his wallet to pay for the beer, and leave a decent tip on the counter for Razor. The younger wolf was off serving other drinks, leaving him to drink and contemplate what was next in his life. Should he take on responsibility after removing the pack’s alpha? He hadn’t considered a pack when he’d first decided on claiming Spike, overcome by his rut quickly approaching, and the desire to see such a fierce bastard continue living. Whatever death the Brookhavens had planned he still couldn’t stomach. At least they didn’t seem to hold it against him, hiring him for another hunt. 

When Razor came back, he felt himself perk up. Spike’s stuff? He hoped it was clothing. The bitch could fit in his shirts well enough, maybe his sweatpants, but anything else was too large. While he liked having Spike in cute clothing, and looked forward to buying Spike more things to wear, lace and satin weren’t fitting for a casual outing, once Spike had calmed down enough to be trusted to behave in public with him. After chores, Spike could go about as he pleased, so long as the bitch returned; after what happened in the bar, he was sure his bitch would not try his patience and the punishment for leaving again.

“I do want them,” Hunter rumbled, unable to keep the smile off his face; Razor was surprisingly likeable. “Thank you. This is for you.”

He tapped the tip before downing the rest of his beer, leaving the glass on the counter as he got up. He knocked on the door to the office before peeking his head in, nodding at Zain. 

“Zain,” He murmured, sliding into the office and closing the door. “Razor said you have some of Spike’s things for me?”

Razor’s cheeks became a little pink as he saw how much money Hunter had left, saying thanks as the wolf was already walking toward Zain's office. That was way too much and he had even planned to tell the wolf that the drink would be on the house since Hunter could become their alpha. Not to mention that personally Razor wanted to show in some way that he appreciated being allowed to get a blowjob from his bitch. Well… there was always next time!

As Hunter reached and knocked on the office door, Zain was sitting behind the desk, going through documents. He put his pen down as the man entered.

“Hunter. Hi.” he said as he got up from his chair. “Didn’t expect you so soon—” he trailed off as the wolf said why he was there. “Ah. Of course.”

Spike’s things. They had been stored here for safekeeping but Zain felt anger looking at them. He had tucked them away in a file box and left it under his desk, so he didn’t have to acknowledge them. 

It felt like a huge relief to finally be able to get rid of everything. He reached down, pulling the box out, handing it to Hunter. There wasn’t much inside - the documents, keys and passport they had found in the small apartment. 

“Here’s everything. There are keys to a storage space in there. It probably holds everything else he owns. We haven’t checked but it was prepaid.” Zain said with obvious distaste. No matter how hard he tried he still couldn’t let go of his resentment toward Spike. Even after the apology last time. That wasn’t nearly enough.

Seeing how little it was, just some paperwork, keys, and, strangely enough, a passport, Hunter tilted his head. Not what he was expecting. He felt a little awkward picking up Spike’s things, as apparently even Zain expected him to step in as alpha. At least both Zain and Razor didn’t expect him to do it immediately.

“Storage space?” Hunter asked, looking through his eyelashes up at the wolf. 

The way Zain said it, with anger, perhaps a bit of disgust, caught his attention fully. While Hunter didn’t think he was particularly good at relating to anyone after the war, he still maintained some sense of people”s motives and body language. It helped in his job, and the wolf better understood visual cues. He could smell the slight rise in aggression in Zain’s scent, swallowing to keep from growling; the anger wasn’t directed at him.

“A passport as well…” Hunter murmured, picking it up to page through it. “You seem to harbor some ill will towards your former alpha. The apology I made him give you and Razor… Was it more personal? You both were more than willing to have him suck you as an apology, which I would gladly have him do again, make no mistake. What did he do to anger you both?”

Zain exhaled deeply, his frown visible even under his beard. He leaned back against the desk, trying to piece his feelings and thoughts into a proper answer. The last thing he wanted was to insult Hunter. Insulting his bitch could be taken as an insult to him so he needed to choose his words well.

“Spike was not the best alpha. He was an effective leader during the war, but after—” Zain crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You know, that doesn’t really matter. Everyone in the pack did their part. Whatever was lacking, we managed it together.” he shook his head. “But Spike decided to abandon his pack. That's not something that I can forgive. Maybe I'm not mature enough for it.” 

Zain sighed as he stood from leaning on the desk and went to sit on the chair.

“That's everything we found in the apartment he used to share with his bitch. We didn’t want to believe the rumors but it was obvious he was planning to leave for months. Why he left without these things… I don’t know. I assume it was easier to not confront us after we found them.” he shrugged. Zain was tired. Every time he recalled the events the emotions of disappointment and betrayal were as vivid as they were that first day. It was easier to not think about it.

Hunter kept his gaze on the passport, listening with increasing confusion and growing anger. He’d thought the rumors the Brookhavens spread were just that: rumors. To learn there was, no doubt unknown to the Brookhavens, some actual truth to those rumors, had him reeling. Spike had been planning to leave? After everything his bitch had said and claimed, saying he was an alpha, even going back to the pack for help— 

A low growl found its way up his throat before he could stop it. Hunter cleared his throat, relaxing his posture to let Zain know it was not a threat or challenge, breathing in deeply.

“Being betrayed by your alpha…” he started, voice low, looking up towards Zain. “I don’t think any amount of maturity can prepare you for that. Not after all those years.” He met Zain’s eyes for a moment, letting out a sigh as he looked at the keys. 

Had he known how Spike had abandoned the pack, he would have let Zain and Razor have more than Spike’s mouth. Anger growing in him, he gathered up Spike’s documents and passport, squeezing the key in his hand as he regarded Zain with forced calm.

“I will be having words with him. If this is going to work out…” Hunter felt almost insane, admitting he was seriously considering stepping in as alpha, but with Spike as his bitch, he felt a strange sense of responsibility. “He needs to explain himself, learn some damn respect after—“

He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. His canines were sharp behind his lips as he rubbed at his eyelids. Letting out his breath, he nodded to Zain. 

“I will see you later.” Hunter said after a moment, giving Zain a slight smile.

His anger was curling in his stomach as he left the office, his expression darkening. He gave Razor’s shoulder a light squeeze as he left, not sure why he’d felt the need to offer, what? Some comfort to the young wolf? His bitch had made a mess of things, in more ways than he’d known. It seemed the bounty on Spike’s head had come at the perfect moment; keeping the bastard from disappearing entirely, abandoning both pack and bitch.

Zain easily saw the change in Hunter since the wolf didn't try to hide it. The anger rising. For a moment Zain couldn't help but worry for Spike. He detested the bastard for what he had done... But he had still known him for twenty years. That kind of bond couldn't be erased easily.

From what he could see however, Hunter didn't plan to kill Spike over this. He seemed to be attached to their former alpha. Zain had thought before that there had been something genuine. Perhaps there really was, if he would get so worked up over this after only knowing Spike for merely a month.

He responded in kind as Hunter said his goodbye and watched him leave, anger obviously bubbling inside. Zain couldn't believe that he was actually worried for Spike... But he remembered how thoroughly Hunter had dealt with him before. The wolf strength couldn't be a joke if Spike was no match for him.

Razor looked up after his shoulder was squeezed, noticing that Hunter was leaving angry. He looked back at the office to see Zain shaking his head lightly before turning around to see the wolf leaving.

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