Trophy Cub - 10. Battle Plans and Reinforcements

Gunnar picked up Thomas mid-morning at the airport in Green Bay the next day and filled him in on the backstory of his travels and recent trouble during the hour’s drive to Sturgeon Bay. He included the information all about the She-Wolves in Chicago but omitted the eight weeks spent with Roy the horse trainer in Kentucky from his tale. He didn’t need a lecture from Thomas for putting himself in a position to have his heart broken so soon after starting out.

Now, they sat at the dining table in the lake house. Gunnar had bought an atlas of the parks and forests of Wisconsin and had a large map of the Mishicot State Wildlife Area spread out in front of him. Thomas had a satellite view of the same area pulled up on his tablet, and they compared the two.

They were easily able to see the large plot of private land in the middle of the wildlife area, as it appeared as a square of white in a field of green on the atlas map. Referencing the corresponding satellite imagery, they could see the large sprawling building complex in the middle of an open grass field.

“We have seven days till the full moon,” Thomas stated. Between now and then we need to decide if we’re going to do this as a small, two-man hit-and-run operation, or if we’re going to need to assemble a larger strike team.

“If we need more men,” Gunnar replied, “The COO, pardon me, the new CEO of the security agency in DC knows that I’m not really dead, and we have a small, specialized security team who are well briefed in the existence of weres and lycans. I’m sure Roger would be willing to loan them to us for a special-ops mission.”

“Put a pin in that,” Thomas said, “Until we can figure out how we’re even going to get past a hundred wolves prowling the acres of forest all around the pack house.”

They brainstormed ideas back and forth.

“Do we go through the woods as humans or as bears? Bears are faster, but humans would probably be less noticeable.”

“If we do it as bears, forget the special-ops team of humans, because they’d never be able to keep up.”

“What if we had somebody set off a bomb over on one side of the property, and when the wolves all ran over to investigate, we run in from the other side.”

“A bomb? No. That would likely scare half of them back into the pack house instead of getting them all away from it, but I like where you’re going with that. We need some kind of diversion that isn’t frightening and would be interesting enough to draw the curiosity of the entire pack and lead all of them over to one side of their territory.”

“It would have to be something to keep them occupied for at least a little while. We have to have enough time to get in, find the human and get back out again before they come back.”

“Some kind of entertainment, maybe.”

“Should we put on a vaudeville variety show for the pack? Sell tickets and popcorn?”

“What do you want me to do?” Thomas said with a grin, “Dress in drag and do the hula?”

Gunnar blinked and looked up at Thomas. He knew Thomas was joking and quoting Timon the meerkat from The Lion King, but it gave him the most brilliant idea.

“That’s it!” Gunnar exclaimed.

“What’s it?” Thomas shot back. “I was only kidding. I am not dressing in drag and putting on a show for a bunch of horny wolves.”

“No,” Gunnar said, “I know you wouldn’t do that, but I think I know somebody who would.”

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“What do you think?” Gunnar said into the phone, after having explained his plan. He had his phone on speaker so Thomas could listen in. “Do you think we can pull it off?”

“I’d say the odds are pretty good that my girls can do our part without getting our throats ripped out,” Susie replied. “When the fundie packs run as their wolves under the full moon, they follow strict laws from the God of the Moon to stay within the boundaries of their pack territory unless directly challenged or provoked.

“If we used the mobile stage, which is really just a flatbed truck with a few modifications that we use for the Chicago Pride parades, we could set it up right on the edge of their territory, just outside their boundary. We could have the whole pack lined up at the edge of the forest, staring at us with a ‘what the fuck’ expression on their little wolfy faces and give them a whole drag production. Then, we hit the gas and get the hell out of there before they decide we were intentionally provoking them and attack.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Gunnar said, grinning.

“Two things,” Susie said. “Number one, we’re probably not going to be able to hold their attention for much more than ten minutes after we get them all there before they get aggravated with us and either attack or leave. If we say that it will take ten minutes to draw them all over to the far side of the territory and another ten to keep them entertained before we haul-ass out of there, that gives you about twenty minutes to get in, find the human, and start getting back out. Does that sound reasonable?”

“If you do your part, Gunnar and I can do our part.” Thomas replied. “What’s the second thing?”

“Number two is that although we’re probably not going to get attacked, there’s still a small chance that they’re going to cross the boundary and attack us anyway. I can get our human friend Tim to drive the portable stage truck and work the controls from inside the cab for the show, but I’m not putting him in danger without some kind of security protection.”

“You want security, you got it,” Gunnar said. “I’ll give you an elite special-ops team with semiautomatic rifles and combat skills to watch your back. Deal?”

“Deal,” Susie confirmed. “And Papi Bears…”

“Yes?” Gunnar and Thomas both answered simultaneously.

“After this, you’ll owe me two big ones,” Susie said with a loud giggle.

“We’ll give you the big ones, all right,” Gunnar said, laughing along with her, “I’m sending you the address. Be up here in Sturgeon Bay in five days and we’ll have two days to go over the plan before the full moon.”

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Gunnar flipped the steaks on the charcoal grill in the BBQ pit on the back patio. Thomas was sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs with a beer and a huge grin on his face.

“What crawled up your ass and gave you a tickle?” Gunnar asked his friend.

“Oh, nothing. I just love it when a plan comes together,” Thomas said, stretching his legs out in front of him and taking a swig from his bottle.

“Well let’s not start sucking each other’s dicks just yet,” Gunnar replied. “There’s still a very good chance we’ll get our asses chewed into hamburger meat by that wolf pack.”

“If not now, then when would be a good time to start sucking each other’s dicks?” Thomas inquired with a sneaky grin.

“After steak,” Gunnar replied and gave him a wink.

Thomas found an outdoor table and chairs in the storage shed and set them up on the patio while Gunnar finished grilling the steaks. He pulled a dozen baked potatoes on a cookie sheet out of the oven, gave them a drizzle of olive oil and a sprinkle of salt and then slid them into a 70’s era Pyrex mixing bowl he found in the cupboard. He took the bowl of potatoes out to the table for their side dish along with a few more cold beers.

Gunnar pulled four twenty-ounce tomahawk ribeyes off the grill and divided them evenly between two serving platters. He put one platter down in front of Thomas and set the other in his place. He sat and spooned six of the baked potatoes onto the platter with his steaks and they began to eat.

Once they had their fill of meat and potatoes, Gunnar took a few of the pieces of wood that Joshua had left and made a little fire in the patio firepit. They pulled the Adirondack chairs around and sat sipping their beer staring into the fire, gazing up at the stars, or out onto the lake.

After a couple of beers, Thomas looked over and realized that Gunnar wasn’t staring at the fire or the stars but was instead staring at him. When Thomas returned his gaze, Gunnar stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he finished the last button, he slowly pulled the shirt down off of his shoulders and arms, exposing his broad muscular chest with its pelt of chestnut fur, and his strong stomach covered in just enough padding over the hard muscle to feel soft and wonderful when touched. After the shirt, Gunnar unbuckled his jeans and slowly pushed them down his legs, exposing a jockstrap covering his straining cock, and letting Thomas get a good look at his bare ass as he bent over to pull his feet out of the legs of the jeans.

He stepped over to Thomas’s chair and lifted him to stand. Gunnar began to slowly undress Thomas in the same manner that he’d removed his own clothes. Finally, they stood on the patio, nearly naked in only a jockstrap and a pair of bikini briefs, both articles of clothing barely able to hold back their thick erections.

Gunnar pressed his body against Thomas, eliciting a soft moan from the smaller man. He leaned in so their lips were brushing against lightly against each other’s.

“Thomas…” Gunnar whispered.

“Yes?” Thomas replied, his body quivering with excitement.

“Race you to the water!” Gunnar shouted suddenly, giving Thomas a playful shove backward, and turning to run down the path to the dock.

“Cheater!” Thomas cried, and took off after Gunnar, hot on his heels.

They ran the length of the dock, neck-and-neck and jumped from the end at the same time, Thomas choosing to leap forward into a dive, and Gunnar tucking his legs up into a cannonball.

After two mighty splashes, their heads both surfaced from the water.

“Cold, cold, cold!” Thomas cried, paddling over and wrapping his arms and legs around Gunnar’s beefy torso for warmth.

Gunnar laughed. “In Norway we would cut holes in the sea ice during winter and take turns plunging ourselves in naked. Then, we’d run into the steam sauna and it would feel so nice. This water isn’t nearly cold enough.”

“It’s cold enough for me,” Thomas replied, and dunked Gunnar’s head under the water.

He laughed and tried to swim away quickly to avoid a reprisal, but a large hand wrapped itself around his ankle.

“Someone likes playing cub games in the water…” Gunner teased, as Thomas struggled and kicked and tried to get free. “Let’s see what other games we can play.”

He pulled Thomas back, hand over hand up his leg until he reached the waistband of Thomas’s bikini underwear. With one swift motion, he pulled them off and tossed them up onto the wooden dock.

When Gunnar let go of his leg to pull off his underwear, Thomas seized the opportunity and began to swim toward the dock as fast as he could. He stopped suddenly when an object sailed over his head and landed with a splash directly in front of his face.

It was Gunnar’s jockstrap.

Thomas tossed it aside and reached out with his hand to grab at the bottom rung of the dock ladder that was just a couple of feet away, but it was too late. Gunnar’s arms wrapped around his body holding him tight, and Gunnar’s hard cock pressed up against the cleft of his ass almost as if it had a mind of its own.

Gunnar held onto Thomas and paddled them a few yards toward the shore, just until he felt his feet touch against the rocky bottom. He stood on the stones with his head out of the water and lifted Thomas until the head of his cock was lined up with Thomas’s wet hole. Once he found his target, he slowly lowered Thomas back into the water, sliding his rigid pole into the warm depths of Thomas’s ass. Once he was in balls deep, he began slowly pumping his hips, dragging his cock in and out, relishing the contrasting sensations of cold water and warm hole along his shaft with each motion. He held Thomas tightly with his left arm and let his right hand drift down to grasp Thomas’s cock and stroke it in time with his own thrusts.

“Oh, God,” Thomas moaned leaning his head back against Gunnar’s shoulder, “Cold, hot, hard, soft…ecstasy. Fuck me, big bear. Make me cum.”

Gunnar quickened his pace, thrusting with urgency into Thomas’s ass as he jerked Thomas’s cock with gusto. He felt the familiar tingle in his balls a moment before giving one final thrust and filling Thomas with his hot seed. Thomas cried out a second later and ejaculated into the water in Gunnar’s firm grip.

They were both panting heavily, and Gunnar continued to embrace Thomas and hold his head above the water as their breathing and pulses slowly returned to normal.

Gunnar’s jockstrap drifted along the surface of the water and bumped into Thomas’s shoulder. He rolled his eyes and turned his head around to look at Gunnar’s face.

“OK, you win big bear. Can we get out of this cold lake and go inside now?”

Gunnar lifted Thomas off his softening cock and tossed him toward the side of the dock with a splash. He grabbed his jockstrap from the water and said, “I think there’s a bearskin rug in front of a fireplace that’s calling our names, little bear. Let’s go get warm.”