Trophy Cub - 3. Full Moon Frenzy

Mike was forcibly held face-down against the mattress on his bed, with Kane’s large hand pressed against the back of his neck. It was hard to breathe, but Mike knew that was intentional and was one of Kane’s turn-ons.

Kane held his body above Mike, supporting himself with one hand on the mattress and the other on Mike’s neck as his large cock slid in and out of Mike’s abused ass in a steady rhythm.

“Almost there, bitch,” Kane growled at the back of Mike’s head. “Don’t move.”

Kane’s pace suddenly quickened and then he lost his rhythm, bucking his hips roughly against Mike’s ass in one final thrust.

“Take all my load, bitch. All of it in your ass. Don’t you lose a drop. You’re my bitch, and everyone can smell my load inside you.”

As Kane’s orgasm faded, he released his hold on Mike’s neck, allowing him to lift his head a bit to catch his breath. Kane pulled his deflating cock out of Mike’s ass with a wet plop and sat on the edge of the bed next to Mike. He reached in the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. While cigarettes weren’t explicitly banned within the pack, smoking them was frowned upon as a human addiction. It was most certainly an activity that the Alpha wouldn’t want to do in front of other pack members, but he wasn’t trying to impress the human pet. Besides, there was really nothing quite like a smoke after finishing pounding the human’s ass.

“Pet, I have a real treat for you tomorrow,” Kane said after taking a long, slow drag of the cigarette and blowing out a cloud of smoke. “How would you feel about spending some time outdoors tomorrow night?”

Mike considered this. He had not spent any time outside this room in the last year, let alone see the sun or the sky. However, he knew from the idle chatter of the males who came to his room to use him that tomorrow night was the full moon.

Although the lycans in the pack could shift to their wolf forms any time that they chose, it was during the full moon that the pack gathered outdoors as a group to shed their clothing, shift together, and run through the surrounding forest letting their wolves be truly free to hunt and howl as they pleased.

It was a time that Mike was always left locked securely away from the rest in his room for his own protection.

“You know that I want nothing more than to leave this room,” Mike muttered bitterly, “but why are you doing this during the full moon? Am I expected to run and howl with the pack tomorrow night?”

Kane laughed. “Of course not. Tomorrow isn’t a normal full moon. Five of our females will be in estrus. There will be structured rounds of combat to decide which five males earn the right to breed.”

“You aren’t putting me in the combat pit to fight your males, are you?” Mike pleaded. “They’ll tear me apart for the chance to breed a female!”

Kane laughed again. “Do you really think that fighting you would be an adequate test of their strength and virility?” He crushed out his cigarette in a plate sitting on the table. “No, they’re fighting each other in one-on-one combat tournament-style. You won’t be there to fight. Only the top five males will get to breed the females after the combat. The losers will be angry, edgy… and horny. They’ll need some way to burn off their sexual frustration. That is why you will be there tomorrow night.”

Mike’s head drooped, knowing what was in store for him.

“However,” Kane continued, “This is also a test of your conduct. If you can behave yourself and do what you are told with minimal restraint and supervision, then I will allow more outside time, perhaps even during the day.”

Mike held in his emotions, not wanting to let the Alpha know how the prospect of going outside on a regular basis excited him, but the Alpha could smell the change in Mike’s scent anyway.

“If you’re very good, there may even be some field-trips outside of the pack compound in your future. So, I’ll let you sit and think about how you plan to conduct yourself during tomorrow’s festivities. You most likely will not have any more visitors before then, as all of the males will be wanting to save their strength and semen for the possibility of victory in combat.”

Kane stood and finished dressing himself before walking to the door.

“Someone will be by to collect you thirty minutes before sundown tomorrow night. Be ready when they arrive.”

With that final warning Kane exited the room and locked the door behind him.

Kane’s prediction was accurate; no one came to his room for the remainder of the night, and the next day the only two visitors were just there to bring him his breakfast and lunch.

As evening neared, there was a quiet knock on the door, which surprised Mike, since nobody in the pack ever bothered to knock before barging in.

“Come in,” Mike called out, anxious to see if what Kane had told him about this night were true.

The door opened and standing in the hallway was the small man the pack called “Pip” which was short for “Pipsqueak”. Pip was the runt of the pack and carried very little authority in the hierarchy of their society. If the pack didn’t have Mike to use as their pet, he didn’t doubt that Pip would be the one on the receiving end of their sexual aggression.

“Why did they send you to guard me tonight, Pip?” asked Mike. He was expecting someone like Bart, the pack Beta or Nick the Enforcer to be watching over him on his first trip outdoors in over a year.

“All of the other young males are getting ready for the tournament and breeding,” Pip replied coldly. “As the pack Omega it is assumed that I am neither destined to be a fighter or to be prime breeding stock, so the responsibility of babysitting the Alpha’s pet falls upon me tonight.”

Even though Pip’s appearance was small and thin, Mike understood that he was still a lycan, and as such had the power to separate Mike’s head from his shoulders with one quick swipe if he chose, so Mike simply nodded and bared his neck in submission.

“I’m going to handcuff you,” Pip stated. “Turn around with your hands behind your back.”

Mike did as he was told, recalling the only other time he’d ever encountered Pip during his captivity. It was a night a few months ago that a small group of drunk lycans burst through Mike’s door pushing Pip in front of them, loudly proclaiming that it was time for the Pipsqueak to lose his virginity. They pushed Pip onto the bed next to Mike and began shouting over top of each other what Pip needed to do to Mike to “become a real wolf”.

“He’s not going to do anything with you fucking perverts getting off watching him,” Mike scolded the drunk group. “Go on and get out of here. I’ll make sure that he gets what he needs.”

The rowdy group objected to being told what to do by a mere pack pet, but eventually they left Pip alone in the room with Mike to figure it out for himself. Mike felt sympathy for Pip, and spent some time talking to him, trying to find out more about this small, skinny wolf and his place in the pack. Pip was determined to lose his virginity that night and initially attempted to dominate Mike the way the other males did but found himself unsure and overly shy with the human. In the end, it was Mike’s guidance and encouragement that gave Pip the confidence to finally do it. Mike reflected on that evening many times afterward as the only time with the pack that it felt more like a gentle night of lovemaking rather than another episode of abuse and rape.

Now, Pip secured the handcuffs to Mike’s wrists and then covered his head with a black hood before taking him by the arm and leading him through the labyrinth of hallways and stairs within the massive pack house. Mike could determine that his room must be in some kind of sub-basement, because Pip led him up two flights of stairs before they finally emerged through a doorway into a blast of fresh air and evening sun.

Mike desperately wanted to take the hood off to see the sun and sky again, but it was left in place as he was marched some distance away from the house, along a series of paved trails until they reached what must be the location of the night’s activity.

“Kneel down here,” Pip instructed, and after Mike complied, the handcuffs were removed from just his right wrist.

“Get down on all fours,” Pip instructed next, and Mike was surprised to discover that after assuming the requested position, his torso was laying on a wooden bench. It wasn’t very long or high, just enough to support Mike’s chest and stomach in the “doggy-style” position while leaving his head free at one end and his ass free at the other.

“Ah, a fuck bench,” Mike commented, “Very considerate.”

Pip made no reply but threaded the free end of the handcuffs through an iron ring embedded in the ground beneath the bench and then re-attached it to Mike’s right wrist, preventing him from lifting either of his hands more than an inch or two from the ground.

Mike heard Pip begin to walk away, and cried out, “Aren’t you going to take the hood off of my head?”

“The ceremony and tournament will begin in less than an hour,” Pip replied. “The hood will be removed then. I suggest you use the remaining time to rest for what is to come.”

Mike forced himself to relax for the next half hour until he sensed a large crowd gathering on all sides of him, feet shuffling in the grass and low voices murmuring to each other in anticipation.

Suddenly, Kane’s voice rang out over the crowd, “As pack Alpha, I hereby declare the tournament of the Estrus Moon open!”

The hood was yanked from his head, and Mike looked up to see Nick staring back into his eyes, tossing the hood to the side.

“Remember what I told you, little bitch. Do as you’re told tonight, don’t fight back, and keep your mouth shut when it isn’t wrapped around a wolf cock, and you may just survive to see the dawn.”

Mike nodded silently, and then looked away from Nick to survey the scene in front of him. They were in a bowl-shaped clearing in the woods illuminated by torchlight with a large circle in the center marked by stones, and the circle ringed with wooden benches. Mike’s own bench was well off to the side of the clearing, next to the opening of the path through the woods, with some distance between him and the circle. However, he was thoughtfully positioned so that he could observe the action from the fringes. There was a tall and wide rock to one side of the circle about eight feet in height, flat on top, and it was here that Kane sat flanked by a pair of torches, surveying his pack below. Opposite the Alpha’s rock on the other side of the circle were five small white open-sided tents containing flowers, refreshments, and comfortable couches. As the crowd found seats on the wooden benches around the circle, no one moved to sit in any of the tents until five female lycans arrived in single file, dressed in revealing gowns of white chiffon and silk. They looked down, sneered, and kicked at Mike as they marched past him, a couple of the females taking the time to spit upon his head and back along the way.

Once the five estrus females had assumed their positions on the couches in their respective tents, it was time for the combatants to make their entrance. Twenty male lycans comprised all the men within the pack within the prime breeding age range, not including Kane the Alpha and Pip the Omega. They trooped nude down the path past the spot where Mike was shackled to his fuck bench and out into the middle of the circle to stand as a group. Unlike the females, the males took no notice of Mike on their march to the challenge circle.

When all competing men had taken their place in the circle, Kane stood to his full height atop his rock, and announced, “Under the Estrus Moon, we have five females in heat ready to bear pups. According to the laws laid down by the Old Gods millennia ago, only the strongest males can be allowed to sire the next generation of the pack.

“The rules are simple. You will remain unclothed, seated on the benches outside of the circle until your name is called. Two names will be called at a time, and those two must immediately shift into their wolf and enter the ring. The first wolf to submit to the other is the loser and must remove himself to the fringes of the sacred clearing where he may lick his wounds and amuse himself for the rest of the evening amongst the company of the other losers. The first round of the tournament will see the twenty of you reduced to ten, and then the second round will result in the winners; five of the strongest, most virile wolves our pack has ever seen, second only to your Alpha.

“At the end of each fight in the second round, the winner will immediately retire to the tent of the female of their choosing, and the loser will join the rest in the fringes of the sacred clearing.

“Wolves, exit the circle, find your seat, and prepare for the first round of the tournament!”

As the men scattered to the benches around the circle waiting to hear their name called to fight, Pip silently walked over to Mike, and sat down on the ground at his side.

“Technically, I’m supposed to be guarding you tonight to make sure you behave yourself,” Pip said, his eyes glued to the action around the circle. “But after the first couple of fights, I think you’ll be busy enough that guard duty won’t be necessary.”

Mike winced slightly at the thought of what was about to happen but was curious about one aspect of the tournament.

“Pip, why isn’t the Alpha competing for the chance to breed and sire pups? He is the strongest and smartest in the pack and could easily win one of the five spots. It seems like he would want an heir to keep the Alpha title in the family someday.”

“Two reasons,” Pip replied. “Wolf lycans are immortal under normal circumstances unless they are killed either accidentally or intentionally. A wolf assumes the title of Alpha by killing the previous Alpha in ritual combat within the challenge circle. If the Alpha were to sire strong pups, it increases the odds that one of those pups would someday challenge and potentially kill his own father to usurp his position as the new Alpha.

“The second reason,” Pip continued, “Is that the Alpha considers those five bitches beneath him. He doesn’t want to sully his pure Alpha bloodline by mixing it with that filth, but he is more than willing for the other males in the pack to have a go at them.”

Mike had only a few seconds to consider what Pip had just told him before the first two names were loudly announced by Kane from atop his rock. Two men leaped from their seats and transformed into wolves in mid-air, landing on all fours with teeth bared and claws ready. Mike had never really gotten to see any of the pack in their wolf forms before and he was shocked at the sheer size of them. They were much closer to the size of a pony, backing up that size with all the power and aggressiveness of the wolf.

The two wolves in combat circled each other within the ring of stones, sizing up the other and looking for an opportunity to attack. One suddenly turned and charged the other, raking his opponent’s side with his claws as he rushed past in a hit-and-run attack. The slightly wounded wolf turned quickly to clamp his jaws on the attacker’s back leg just before he could get out of reach. The back-and-forth attacks continued for several minutes until each of the wolves was bleeding from a number of wounds all over their bodies, their fur matted in bloody clumps. The larger of the two managed to knock the smaller onto his back, and it appeared that he was going to latch his jaws on the smaller wolf’s neck to force submission when the smaller wolf kicked out with his hind legs, ripping open a gash in the larger wolf’s tender belly. The larger wolf howled and threw himself on the ground, giving his opponent the opportunity to latch onto his throat with his jaws and force submission. The winner leaped with joy and bounded back to his place at the side of the ring, shifting back to his human form as he went. The loser crawled with his tail tucked between his legs and slunk outside of the stone circle and beyond to the edge of clearing. Wolf lycans heal quickly and after a few minutes of licking his open belly wound he was able to stop the bleeding and transform back to his human appearance again.

The next two names were called, and the action began again in a similar fashion, but Mike didn’t get to see that fight, or any of the other fights in the remainder of the first round. No sooner did the second fight begin when the first losing lycan staggered over to Mike to claim his consolation prize. The large man was still bloody and breathing heavily, but his penis was already hard and dripping. He approached Mike’s head and kneeled to mount Mike’s face.

Mike reluctantly opened his mouth and it was immediately filled with ten inches of thick, musky cock. The lycan above him whined in a combination of pain and pleasure as he frantically humped his hips into Mike’s face. With the speed and urgency that he was face-fucking him, Mike hoped that it would be over quickly, but the rest of his wounds seemed to prolong the act and keep the wolf from easily reaching release. Mike was still trying to orally satisfy the lycan at his front when he felt a second pair of hands on his lower back and another cock head pressing firmly into his anus.

Oh god, Mike thought to himself, I hope one or the other gets finished before the end of the third fight.

It continued in this vein for hours, one or two wounded and bloody lycans at a time staggering over after struggling to change back to human form, descending upon Mike and having their way with him.

By the time the ninth and tenth losing wolves arrived, the first ones were ready for another round, and Mike squeezed his eyes shut tightly and hoped that the night would be over soon.

There was an hour-long break between the ending of the first round and the beginning of the second, but Mike wasn’t aware of it. It was only when Kane announced the beginning of the second round that the ten lycans from the first round finally finished their business tormenting Mike and moved off to find their own spots on the fringe of the clearing to watch the rest of the tournament.

The second round of the tournament was very different than the first, even for Mike. The fights were longer and bloodier. Each of these combat matches were for the ultimate prize and neither wolf wanted to concede until they were near death. As each fight ended, the victor would transform with a great deal of effort back into their human form, stride across the circle to the tent containing the female of their choosing and would close all the tent flaps to begin the ritual of breeding in relative privacy. The loser would slowly shift back to human, drag their broken body over to Mike, shakily penetrate him from behind and pump their hips just a few times, just enough to display their dominance over him and reclaim an ounce of pride before limping away to either recover and heal or to find a quiet spot in the woods to die.

Mike’s dazed brain was barely able to register that only one fight remained, but he snapped back to surprised attention when he heard the last two names announced.

“Final match,” Kane announced from his perch above the circle. “Bart and Nick, fight!”

“Kane is making his two top officers, his two best friends, his Beta and his Enforcer fight each other for the last female?” Mike wondered aloud.

“Yes,” answered Pip, appearing at Mike’s side out of nowhere, wiping the sweat away from Mike’s forehead. “I have a feeling that Kane planned it this way from the start. As much as he relies on the two of them to keep the law and order in the pack, he has always pitted them against each other at every opportunity.”

The two massive wolves wasted no time sizing each other up. They had known each other for so many years that they knew each other’s strengths and weaknesses just as readily as they knew their own. Simultaneously, they leapt to attack, and the battle began.

As closely as they were matched, there were differences. Nick had the upper hand when it came to size, and brute strength, whereas Bart was more adept at strategy and bringing complex plans to fruition. As the fight wore on, it became apparent that Nick’s strength was going to give out before Bart’s supply of cunning ran dry. Both wolves, bloodied and exhausted, leaped for the final attack, but it was Bart’s wolf who fooled Nick into falling for his trap, and before he knew what happened, Nick was on his back with Bart’s jaws clamped on his neck. Nick writhed, trying to break the hold, but Bart simply tightened his grip until he was one twitch of the jaw away from ripping Nick’s throat out. Left with no other choice, Nick whined his surrender and Bart released him, quickly transforming back to his human form and striding confidently to the final tent to claim his prize.

Nick’s wolf slunk out of the circle of stones as the remaining spectators began to prepare to either head back to the pack house to sleep or shift into their own wolves for a run under the full moon. Kane remained atop his rock, carefully watching Nick as he slowly transformed back to his human form, stood on shaking legs, and limped to the edge of the clearing where Mike waited to perform the final service of the night.

Nick approached Mike from the front and dropped to his knees. Mike assumed that he would have to give one last blowjob to the final loser of the night. He already had his eyes closed and mouth slightly open, waiting for Nick to push his cock between his lips but Nick just kneeled there staring at Mike with hatred in his eyes.

“If you’re going to do anything Nick, please do it and get it over with… please,” Mike said opening his eyes to plead with the angry Enforcer. “I don’t think I can take much more tonight.”

Nick’s angry gaze turned to a scowl, and he slapped Mike across the face with the back of his hand and spit on him before standing back up with a great effort and limping back up the trail to the house.

Mike remained where he was, chained to the bench, sticky with sweat, semen and spit, as the rest of the pack filed past him on their way home. When the last of the pack had departed, Kane leaped down from his rock, shed his clothes, changed into his wolf and ran into the forest to enjoy the rest of the full moon. Only Pip and Mike were left in the sacred clearing.

“If you promise me not to run away, I won’t handcuff you on the walk back to your room,” Pip said softly, keeling down so that he was eye level with Mike.

Mike nodded and remained still as Pip unlocked the handcuffs and put the black hood over Mike’s head once again. He helped Mike to stand and then guided him on the path through the woods and then through the hallways and stairwells of the pack house until he was back in the safety of his room.

“For what it’s worth, I will report to the Alpha that you behaved exceptionally well all night and took everything that was given to you without complaint. It won’t get you freedom, but it may allow you a more pleasant experience the next time he allows you to go outdoors.”

Mike remained silent and simply nodded his head as Pip turned out the light and locked the door on his way out of the room. Mike felt the edge of his bed in the dark and laid down with the stink of his filthy body filling his nostrils, too exhausted and humiliated to even go into the corner and shower the filth from himself. His mind drifted to how he once thought he was going to find his Mr. Right by hanging out in a bar, but all he really found was slavery and degradation.

If Mr. Right could actually see me now, he would probably be repulsed, Mike thought as he shed a single tear and drifted off to a fitful sleep.