The Wolf Subdued (3 page)

“You do know what the alternative
is, correct?” Shade asked, walking around in front of him. “You
comply or you die. Easy as that.”

His boots were old leather, but well
taken care of. Harlan crawled towards the vampire and bent lower,
like a dog, and licked the toes of the left boot. He could sense
the thrill the vampire felt as he he did it. Harlan hesitated and
then ran his hand up the vampires right leg. Shade flinched for a
moment and then relaxed. Harlan then pushed his pant’s leg up,
exposing the cold skin, and began kissing up his knee.

“That’s right, wolf,” Shade
responded. “Subservience. It’s a trait you entire species could
benefit from.”

Harlan slowly rose to his feet,
carefully rubbing against the vampires engorged cock as he did. He
looked Shade in the eye and then kissed him full on the lips,
forcing as much emotion and face passion as he could muster. The
vampire responded and their tongues intertwined in a mad dance and,
for a moment, Harlan felt a spark there. He quickly began pulling
the buttons apart on the vampire’s shirt and was pleasantly
surprised to find the rock hard abs beneath. The vampire responded
by pulling the remains of the shirt off, tossing it to the sterile
floor.

Intrigued by the passion the undead
exhibited Harlan continued, running his hands down the hard muscled
abdomen to the vamp’s belt. He deftly unbuckled it and then pushed
into his crotch. The vampire was completely hairless and, instead
of the limp pathetic thing he’d been expecting, Harlan was again
surprised by the size and girth of Shade’s cock.

“Not what you expected, is it wolf?”
Shade whispered in his ear. “Have you ever had vampire cock rammed
up your ass before?”

“No master,” Harlan replied, falling
easily into the role of the sub. The vampire was so powerful... he
could feel the electricity from the undead man’s ambiance fill the
room.

“And you want vampire cock, don’t
you?”

Harlan hesitated again, a bit too
slow in his response. The punishment, however, was instant. Shade
picked him up by his throat, with one hand, until his feet were a
foot off of the tiled floor.

“You will respond and you will
respond quickly,” the vampire told him as, with his free hand, he
fed Harlan’s right arm through one of the loops hanging from the
ceiling. He synched the leather strap down and then, changing
hands, strapped the other one in. When he finally let go of
Harlan’s throat the werewolf grasped for air but was left hanging,
exposed to the vampire and unable to do anything about
it.

“Your kind is always so cocky,” the
vampire said as he knelt in front of Harlan, securing his feet in
the receptacles in the floor. “After these many thousands of years
you still do not know your place.”

Shade paused at Harlan’s cock,
admiring the member that was fully erect despite the fear that the
werewolf felt. The vampire stroked it gently. “You have a pretty
cock, wolf, but does it taste like dog?”

The vampire took it in his mouth
slowly and gently, cupping Harlan’s balls in his free hand gently.
The back and forth, from one extreme to the other, was infuriating.
Harlan half wished the vampire would get it over with and send him
to join his pack with the Goddess. Despite himself he arched his
back and groaned out in pleasure. Shade knew what he was doing with
a cock, knew how to please another male.

“You like that, don’t you,” Shade
said and Harlan felt the punch line coming.

“I do, master,” he said quickly,
hoping to avert further punishment.

Shade licked up his abdomen, towards
his chest, and paused at his neck. Harlan cringed, fearing the
worse.

“No, wolf,” Shade began. “It is
forbidden to turn your kind,” he said as he playfully bit down.
“We’d sooner turn apes than dogs.”

Harlan tired to relax as Shade moved
back to his lips, keeping his cock firmly in one hand. The
vampire’s embrace was electric and for a moment he tried to push
the thoughts of his pack and what had happened to them from his
mind. He could enjoy this, here, for now. If there was to be
nothing else it would have to be all there is.

“Please master,” Harlan heard
himself saying, “take me.”

The vampire flashed behind him and
he felt the smooth hands on his ass. “You want me to take this,
this oh so delectable ass?”

Strangely enough, Harlan did. At
least it would be a distraction from his coming death.

“Yes master.”

“But you are so tense,” Shade
observed, kneeling down behind him and gently spreading his cheeks.
With one hand he reached forward, between Harlan’s legs, and
stroked his engorged cock. It drove Harlan crazy that he couldn’t
see what was going on but he quickly forgot about it as he felt
Shade’s tongue in the crack of his ass. The vampire started at the
base of his cock and licked his way nearly to his back, pausing
only briefly at Harlan’s anus. Then he slid back down, fully
entering Harlan’s ass with his tongue. The werewolf couldn’t help
himself and flexed, squeezing his butt cheeks tightly.

“No,” Shade ordered, standing up and
backing away, “you do not deny me.”

The first ten strikes of the whip
across his ass were painful, the next dozen crazy. He could hear
the vampire huffing with effort as he brought the whip back again
and again, striking at him with all the might he could muster. The
wolf did his best not to scream out in pain, to hold in the tears,
but couldn’t and finally broke down.

“Please stop,” Harlan pleaded.
“Please no more.”

“Pain hasn’t even begun,” Shade
said, pausing in his mad whipping and stepping up behind Harlan,
his face to the werewolf’s ear. “Pain is your friend. It sets you
free.”

Still moist from the vamp’s ranging
in his ass with his tongue, it was very easy for Shade to enter
him. Harlan gasped as the full cock filled him.

“This is you wanted, wasn’t it wolf?
To be fucked by your better?”

“Yes master,” Harlan moaned as the
vampire pounded on him. Each thrust was directed and purposeful and
Shade’s claws dug into his sides as the vampire pulled him towards
him in a dance of pleasure and pain.

The thrusting continued, the vampire
fucking Harlan standing straight up. The werewolf could do nothing
but enjoy the ride, arching his back in pure ecstasy. He tried to
steady his thoughts, to ignore the cock in his ass and the pain
from his wounds. He happened to glance up at the strap around his
left wrist and noticed it was loose. As Shade pounded he carefully
worked the strap all the way loose and then, when his hand was
free, used it to pull Shade around him.

“Kiss me, master,” he said, trying
not to sound like he was ordering the vampire.

Shade pulled out and moved in front
of him. As they stood, lips locked in electric embrace, Harlan
rubbed their cocks together, vampire and werewolf dick becoming
one. He was still hanging form one of the ceiling chains and his
legs were still bolted to the ground, so it was hard to do anything
else. Shade howled in delight, pulling the two closer together.
Their tongues danced and Harlan learned that vampires sweat
too.

“You are a good pup,” Shade groaned
between kisses. “I did not think you would convert this
easily.”

“I know my betters,” Harlan said,
forcing the words out through the cloud of hate. “I want your cock
inside me.”

“And you’d like to put yours in me,”
Shade said as he ran his claws down Harlan’s already injured
ribcage, sending both sparks of pleasure and pain racing through
his body. “You’d like to fuck me as well, wouldn’t you
wolf?”

“Yes master,” Harlan replied, though
not for the reasons the vampire thought. He tried desperately not
to stare at the silver chains hanging from the ceiling. “May
I?”

Shade grinned and undid the second
binder holding Harlan, then bent to his feet, unbuckling those
straps. He began to guide Harlan to the floor, to make love like
human lovers, when Harlan stopped him. “My lord... may I fuck you
like you did me?”

Shade smiled again, enjoying the
game. “You want to bind me?”

Harlan smiled sheepishly while he
rubbed the vampire’s cock, pulling it to his own and once again
rubbing them together.

“You may, wolf,” the vampire said
with the air of someone who was always in control. “I admit I find
the thought of being fucked by a wolf intriguing.”

Shade stepped up to the restraints
and allowed Harlan to buckle him in. When the silver chain brushed
his skin the vampire flinched. “Careful slave,” he ordered, “or I
will rip that hand from your arm.”

Harlan bowed and said, “of course,
master.”

One the vampire was secured Harlan
knelt in front of him, taking the hard bare cock into his mouth. He
started gently at first, just licking the tip of the engorged
penis. He then took the head in his mouth, pulling at it hard. He
had to admit, despite his hatred of the vampire, that his cock
tasted so, so sweet. He took more of the cock in, sliding gently
back and forth until it was bumping the back of his throat. He then
cupped the vampires balls in one hands and, with the other, reached
behind them, working his index finger in between his hot cheeks and
into his ass. The vampire was moist with sweat and his finger slid
in easily. Soon his hand and mouth were in rhythm, slowly and
methodically pleasing his master.

“Fuck me wolf... fuck me
now.”

“Yes master,” Harlan said as he came
around behind the vampire, assuming the same position the undead
creature had moments before. He bent down and roughly pushed
Shade’s butt cheeks wide and then shoved his face in, mimicking the
rim job the vampire had given him earlier. The vampire’s anus
tasted of sweat and sex and it was not at all unpleasant. When the
vamp was moist enough to take him he stood and pushed himself in
quickly and forcefully, eliciting a gleeful scream from the
vampire.

“Yes wolf,” Shade ordered, “fill
me.”

The vampire’s anus was tight and
Harlan was sure he’d been the pitcher over the many eons he’d been
on the planet. He was also sure that the vampire had absolute zero
fear of him, even bound the way he was to the roof and floor. As
Harlan thrust he ran his hands up the solid muscle of Shade’s,
underneath his arms, and then up his arms, careful to keep
thrusting and kissing as he did. The vampire was so lost in the
moment he didn’t notice when Harlan’s hands reached his. With a
quick flick of his wrists he wrapped the silver chains around the
bare skin of the vampire’s arms, just beneath the leather cuffs,
and pulled them taunt. The vampire screamed out in agony as the
silver burned into his flesh and struggled against the bonds, but
was unable to break free. Harlan looped more of the chains around
his wrist and then pulled back, watching as the silver sizzled on
the bare skin.

“Free me, mongrel,” Shade ordered,
trying to turn around to see the vampire.

Harlan was quiet as he went to the
collection of whips and chains in the concealed cubby along the
wall. Many were of the standard variety, simple whips and chains,
but the silver ones caught his eye. The playhouse was obviously not
meant for just human and wolf. Competition among the vampire clans
often lead to outright war and the silver implements were a tool of
that. Harlan selected a whip with a silver ball bearing woven into
its black end and returned to the struggling vampire.

“You forgot to ask me something,
vampire,” Harlan said quietly, yet forcefully. “You forgot one
pretty key detail before brining me here to play.”

“Fuck you wolf!” the vampire
screamed in sheer agony. “Set me free! I will destroy you and your
pack.”

“And that’s what you forgot to ask.
You didn’t ask why I was without a pack,” Harlan said, the resolve
filling him. “Why would a wolf be on his own? Why would a wolf be
without his pack?”

Harlan lashed out with the whip,
skipping it across the vampire’s back, and dotting it with a
pockmarked trail of stinging sores. Shade arched and convulsed,
each touch of the silver enough to drive him into pain fueled
rage.

“I don’t care why your pack
abandoned you!” Shade screamed, twisting and turning.

Harlan hit him with the whip again,
once and then twice.

“My pack did not abandon me,” Harlan
spat. “Your father, your master, murdered them.”

Shade was silent for a moment as he
let the realization that he’d been set up sink in.

“That’s right, you foul undead
thing. I know who you are and I know your master, Bahl.”

“He will find you and destroy
you.”

“He’s come close,” Harlan said,
letting the whip erupt again. “I am the last of the pack your
master murdered in the eastern woods last year, the last wolf of
the Dargas.”

Shade spat blood and screamed, “The
Dargas are all dead. There are no more.”

“There is me,” Harlan replied calmly
as he selected another silver chain from the assortment in the
cubby home. “Your master killed my brothers and sisters for sport.
There was no reason for that attack, when he came like a coward
during the quarter moon. We were no threat to your clan, no threat
to any vampires. We lived out our existence in the forest, away
from the undead and the humans alike. We were a problem to no one.
But you fucking vampires have to play, don’t you?”