The two men met back at the center of the pack with Kieran being a fluffed up mess. His hair and fur were disorderly, curled into bizarre shapes by the many kisses and licks he had received. Achilles was far more intact, being patient as his men had their way with Kieran’s body. He had waited long enough, however, and was finally ready to get what he desired. That demand was obvious by the arrogant pillar or flesh stabbing out from his sheath. Kieran’s mood grew somber as he looked at it, once again realizing his own penis was out and about, begging for attention. The other wolves kept their distances. Even more than when they first appeared, Kieran felt their eyes on him like some broadcast. His nerves were frayed terribly.

Achilles was not so anxious. He reached out for Kieran’s paw and pulled him close. They kissed again, now with Achilles applying his tongue deeply and forcefully into Kieran’s mouth. Kieran made to push away, but reminded himself that he was not in any position to resist their advances. His throat was tight. His tongue was unable to do much as it endured what Achilles gave it. He came off of him with a deep gasp. He looked at Kieran saucily. He was going to take what was his, and Kieran was going to give it.

Kieran braced himself. Here we go. I suppose there’s no way I can ask them to eat me out first in a way they would understand. Achilles let go of him and scooted backwards. A shivering Kieran took a deep breath and mustered the will to get in position. Paws and knees, that should work. If they want anything else, I’m sure they’ll adjust me.

There was no need for any of that, because Achilles was the one getting into position for him. Great minds think alike, because he fell onto all-fours and aimed his backside at Kieran. His wolf tail cocked upwards, presenting his plump buttocks and pink star. His tremendous fruit hung between his thighs, ready to be pleased via his backside. He grabbed one haunch and pulled it from the other, further exposing his sweet pucker. He looked back at Kieran with a sultry smile. Go ahead, pretty boy. I’m waiting for you~

Kieran blinked.

What?

He stared at Achilles’ ass for sometime. It was a nice one, for sure, having a fine definition nicely padded with fluff, but that’s not why he couldn’t look away. It was the utterly bizarre fact that he was the one being presented to that had him stuck. He looked around at the other wolves. They sat around expectantly, not at all surprised or perturbed. They looked like children getting ready for show and tell. No, this was not some prank or misinterpretation. Kieran was the top. He was always supposed to be. Somehow, that made him even more nervous.

“Oh! Um… OK. I see. Yeah. I can do that.” He clapped his paws together and pointed them at Achilles’ butt. “Yyyyyyeeeeaaaaaahhhhh…. Hmmmmmmm…” Achilles cocked an eyebrow. This clearly wasn’t standard protocol. You show a guy your ass and he’s usually on top of things in moments. What was this guy’s problem? 

Kieran had topped before, but never did so voluntarily. He could’ve counted how many times he had on one paw, and each instance was with the same person. He wasn’t against topping, but was never the man to do it and perform with flying colors. Now here he was being asked to do it in front of an audience.

Achilles’ expression turned cold as did those around him. Kieran got the message. He had been given a gift, and he was going to accept it. All he could hope for now was that he didn’t choke. “OK… Here we go.” He waddled forward on his knees up to Achilles’s behind. He smiled now that the fox was on the same track. The other wolves leaned forward in their seats, excited to be so close. Kieran layed a paw on Achilles’ hip and grabbed his own penis. He aimed it at the wolf’s tail hole and inched it forward like a surgeon making an incision. Flesh collided, and a sharp jolt rocketed up Kieran’s spine. “Ah! Hehe… Ehhh…” He held his cock there, pressing it gently so that only the foremost part of his tip pressed into that wrinkled cavity. Achilles helped him out, throwing his ass back and impaling himself. Both men gasped at the sudden meshing of flesh. Achilles’ hole distended and swallowed the first segment of Kieran’s cock. Both of them perceived the flesh invading them as burning hot. Nips of pleasure struck through their loins. Beads of precum dribbled from Achilles’ tip.

Kieran’s chest heaved with each breath. The sensations billowing through his cock and aching across his muscles was intense, almost repulsing him. “Huhhh… Huhhh… OK… Alright… Alright… OK…” Achilles was breathing through his mouth. He was far more composed, but not without a hint of blush on his cheeks and his jaw hung slack. Their audience held on to each other anxiously, painfully eager for it to continue. Kieran obliged them eventually, furthering himself into Achilles’ backside with a gentle shove of the hips. Inch by inch he went, grunting and gasping even more than the man receiving him did. Soon he was down to the hilt, resting his hips on the cushion of Achilles’ buttocks.

He rested there for a few moments, adjusting himself to that lovely yet oppressive tightness. Achilles smiled, pushing and wiggling his butt back on him. A few wolves around them touched themselves, feeling a bit of jealousy over their alpha who got to experience Kieran’s love first. With one final hissing inhale, Kieran pulled back then thrusted forward, starting off what were mostly awkward and jerky humps. They were still appreciated by Achilles, who smiled graciously and let loose a soft moan. It caught Kieran off guard, not having heard him or any of the other wolves use their voices. It was deep and smooth, almost melodic. From the moans that followed Kieran tried imagining what he would’ve sounded like speaking English.

It wasn’t long before his own pants and gasps escalated into doleful moans. His pace quickened until his hips papped against Achilles’ backside. “Uhhh… Oh God… Ahh…” Pleasure contorted both mens’ faces. Achilles’ head lifted backwards. His tongue lolled from his lips which were curled into a smile. He felt as though he had conquered the fox even though it was him being penetrated. He backed himself up in tandem with each thrust, egging Kieran on for more and more. Kieran gritted his teeth and snarled. His claws sank deeper into Achilles’ hips. He was getting close. “Ahh! Ohh! I think I’m..! Yes! I’m cumming! Ahhhhhhhh~!!!” The final three thrusts were staggered and jerky until the last one struck home as deep as he could send it. He glued his balls to the back of Achilles’ ass and held him there as tightly as he could. His knot inflated as a floodgate of cum burst like a dam from his cock, now throbbing and pumping hard. Achilles blushed and bit his lip. His tail flicked into a tight curl, twitching as he felt that savory nectar flood his insides. He continued grinding against Kieran, dragging out his orgasm and fueling the fire of delight burning across his cock and balls.

“Huhhhh… Huhhhh… Ohhh… Oh dear… Ahah… I liked that… Oof.” He leaned back and looked at his cock buried up to the hilt into Achilles’ needy tailhole. His knot wasn’t too big. He thought he could pull it out without hurting him. He also figured Achilles was used to ones far bigger than his. He was proven right when Achilles’ casually came off of him, distending his anus around Kieran’s bulbous knot. “Ahh, alright. Huhhh…” His cock was smeared in the intermixed guck of his cum and Achilles’ grime. Achilles’ rolled over onto his back with his legs lifted and bent. He fingered himself, savoring the feeling of Kieran’s seed sloshing inside of him and oozing from his hole. Kieran slumped to his knees, watching him. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Sorry for not making you finish.”

That became the least of his worries once he felt two paws shove him from behind. He fell flat to the earth and scuttled onto his back, ready to defend himself. There was Ajax, the second wolf to take his boot, kneeling in front of him with his gargantuan cock hanging off of him heavily. Kieran’s pucker tightened into a vice. “Uhh… Hello… What might your plans be?” Ajax answered by crawling up to him and straddling his lap. He hovered his ass over Kieran’s half-deflated cock. “Ah, I seeeeee!” Ajax promptly sat down on his penis, hotdogging it between his buttocks. He gently rocked his hips and smiled down at Kieran while he rested his paws on his soft chest. Kieran winced. His knot was terribly sore, and he wasn’t sure if he had another round in him.

Then it dawned on him. His eyes widened into saucers as the color drained from his face. He looked around. Ajax and him were center to a ring of horny wolves watching them hungrily. They knelt, sat, and stood around them in various positions. All of them had big, angry, veiny, urgent erections. Kieran’s mouth went dry. He remembered when he thought they were going to devour them. Perhaps that was the better alternative to the challenge he now faced.

Whether he was ready or not, his cock was growing erect under the fluff of Ajax’s butt. Ajax lifted himself up, grabbed Kieran’s penis, and sat on it. He slid down that lovely pillar to the knot, which disappeared as well with just a grunt. Kieran grabbed his thighs and looked up at him pleadingly. “You’ll go easy, won’t you? Ahah…” Ajax just smiled. He rose off of Kieran’s lap, popping his tight ring off of Kieran’s knot. He elevated to the tip before coming back down and once more swallowing that knob of dense flesh. He moved into a squat position. With more leverage he started bouncing off of Kieran’s lap, gaping and ungaping his tail hole around Kieran’s knot. 

The pleasure was real for Kieran, but so was the aching sensation niggling down the length of his cock. He twitched and gasped erratically, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting sensations both good and bad. Ajax, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He threw his hips in fluid circles. His tail swayed and swished behind him like the trail of a comet. He moaned excitedly, huffing and puffing until slaver drooled from his lips and onto Kieran’s tummy. Soon Kieran’s pleasure elevated to a point far higher than the discomfort, though it didn’t quite eliminate it. It hung underneath the delight like a concrete floor covered by a fuzzy rug. He was more than matched by Ajax whose moans started rising in pitch. He grabbed his cock and began stroking it. His orgasm struck, and he belted a long-winded howl. Thin ropes of cum spewed from him, whipping across Kieran’s face, chest and tummy. There was no time to react to such a thorough hosing as Kieran’s second climax hit home, defiling Ajax’s insides with another serving of his cum. 

Their climaxes petered out eventually and Ajax came to a halt. A sweating, panting Kieran noticed the whips of white slime ribboned across his fur and grimaced. “Ehhh… Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Mmf… Thank you.” Ajax removed himself from his pillar, uncorking a wet plug of cum from his hole. He kneeled next to Kieran and courteously lapped up the mess he had created, making sure to remove every morsel of his product. Kieran chuckled. “Ahah… Thank you… That’s very kind. Ooh! Hehe.” The last rope of cum was gone and Ajax sat up to wipe his lips. He gave Kieran a kiss on the nose and stepped back for the next customer. 

Next came Thersites, his bag inspector. He wasn’t alone. Priam was right behind him. The two wolves stood on both sides of Kieran, extending their paws for him to take. Unsure of what they were planning, he grabbed them and they yanked him to his feet. Thersites pointed to the tree they had found him by. Kieran nodded, as if he fully understood what they had planned. He walked over to the tree, but Priam beat him there. The wolf pressed himself forward up against it and jutted his butt out with his tail cocked upwards. He looked back at Kieran with the cutest smile. Kieran, thinking he understood, approached and grabbed his hips. His penis was still limp, coated over by a thin film of his cum. He stroked himself tenderly. He wasn’t sure if he would get hard again, let alone have another orgasm. “Um, I apologize. This may take a moment. If you’d be patient with me, I promise I’ll get iiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!”

Jolting him straight like a ruler was a cold nose to the ass, right between his haunches. Thersites nuzzled his snout in deeper until his lips greeted Kieran’s star. He gave it a couple deep whiffs before slithering his tongue inside. “Uhhhh-hhhh--uhhh-uhhhhh~” Kieran groaned as his buttocks and thighs began to shake. His cock lit up like a match, becoming erect like it had never even been touched all night. Priam grinned saucily and backed up against it, teasing him. “Ahh… Ahh… Alright, alright… Ooh! OK! Haha…” Kieran held his cock and slid it into Priam. Priam swooned and rested his face against the tree while Thersites rested his face into Kieran’s ass. Kieran’s subsequent humping was more reflexive than conscious thanks to the influence of Thersites' tongue. It went deep, jabbing back and forth and flicking every which way in a manner both coordinated and chaotic. Tingles wreaked havoc across Kieran’s backside, making him squeal and whimper with delight. Pleasure drove him to both fuck Priam and grind against Thersite’ face. Thersites came out of his backside with a faint gasp and stood up. He grabbed the root of Kieran’s tail, bringing him to a stop. He aimed his cock for Kieran’s tailhole and pressed against it. Kieran exhaled, trying his next to relax while his heart was thrumming and Priam’s walls gripped his penis. Thersites pressed onward, gaping his tailhole until the tip vanished inside. “Ahh!” Kieran gasped, his maw flying open. Thersites came slowly, sliding forth inch by inch until finally he was totally buried into Kieran’s sweet behind. Kieran whimpered and shook, no longer able to control his thrusting. Thersites helped out. He fucked Kieran deeply, batting his hips agaisnt his ass so that they wobbled and jiggled with each impact. Kieran moaned girlishly. His cock was forced into fucking Priam as Thersites bucked Kieran’s hips forward with each mighty thrust. Kieran became sandwiched by two pillars of dense masculinity who stimulated every part of him that needed it. His wails echoed through the trees, signaling the sensation of raw love now bursting through him.

When he climaxed he voice struck a chord so high pitched that it no longer became audible. His legs jiggled as they were wracked with spasms so violent that he surely would’ve collapsed if not for the two wolves supporting him with their intimates. The pleasure was like a blowtorch to his loins, numbing anything that might have been pain or discomfort. Thersites didn’t stop. Neither wolf had cum. They weren’t leaving until they did. He went harder and faster. His nostrils flared. Priam egged him on with desperate moans of his own.Thersites eventually finished with a Wagnerian thrust that clapped his hips against Kieran’s ass, planting Kieran against Priam. Thersites’ orgasm ripped through kieran and into Priam like some lewd Newton’s cradle. Thersites unleashed his giant load into Kieran, and Priam onto the tree. The three men gradually came off the high of their climaxes, panting and sweating with each other. Kieran noticed through the haze of ecstasy that his scent had been buried under that of the wolves and their seed. He suspected that it would remain suffused with his fur for some time. He liked that.

Thersites pulled out of him, knot and all, and gently took him off of Priam’s backside. A drunken Kieran was hardly able to stand up. The skin of his cock stung, though it stood from a bedrock of magnificent joy now simmering across his buttocks and loins. Thersites guided him back to the pack and gently sat him down on the ground. Kieran thanked him and slumped onto his back. “Whoo… Ahh… You really are a welcoming bunch, I’ll give you that.” He smiled up at the gang of horny warriors around him. “Who’s next~?” he asked.

Two volunteers stepped forward, Agamemnon and Paris. Agamemnon stood over his chest and sat on it, straddling him. His giant balls sat on the tuft of fur between Kieran’s chest and his cock leered towards Kiaran’s face. Agamemnon grabbed his hair and yanked it forward, forcing Kieran’s mouth around his cock. “Ulk!” Kieran adjusted as best he could. He was very careful not to scrape him with his teeth. He relaxed his throat and breathed through his nose. Agamemnon’s cock was thick and heavy, thrumming with a heat and energy so satisfying to feel against his tongue. He closed his eyes and suckled it gently, tasting his precum and inhaling his musk. Paris lifted Kieran’s legs and kneeled between them. He made his cock welcome along Kieran’s ass, teasing it with his tip before penetrating it fully. Kieran choked up, coming dangerously close to closing his jaws. Agamamnon petted his head, easing him through it and helping him relax. He did eventually, murring and whimpering around that delectable column.

Paris grabbed his ankles and spread his legs as far as they would go, making them into an obtuse V. He fucked Kieran hard, grinning from ear to ear as his haunches clenched and unclenched with each heavy thrust. Kieran’s eyes rolled back into his head. His mouth fell open around the dick filling it. Gargled moans billowed out of him, breathing dank air across Agamemnon’s crotch. Agamemnon took the opportunity to silence Kieran by plugging his throat with his cock. He humped it forward, corking and uncorking it repeatedly. Kierans eyes scrunched shut. Tears ran down his cheeks. He struggled to breathe. He grabbed Agamemnon’s thighs tightly, pulling them down onto his chest. He wanted him to finish so badly, both out of the need for oxygen, and the desperate desire for his cum.

He got it when Agamemnon grunted loudly and threw his hips forward as far as Kieran’s throat would let him. The first two pumps of cum went straight down his gullet. Agamemnon pulled out and began stroking his cock hard, spitting the rest across Kieran’s face. His cum was hot and thick like batter, blotting acros Kieran’s forehead and cheeks. Kieran hardly flinched, instead hanging his jaw open to catch every last drop that he could. Paris, not to be left out, delivered his own climax and spurted deep inside of him. Following Agamemnon’s lead he pulled out and delivered the rest onto Kieran’s tummy and onto Agamemnon’s butt.

Agamemnon let go of his hair, letting his head fall back to the ground. He swallowed the remaining cum in his mouth and licked his lips, supremely satisfied. The two wolves came off of him. As Agamemnon stood up, he noticed the streaks of Paris’s cum on his backside. He made to wipe it off, but Kieran stopped him by grabbing his ankle. “Ah… No… Come here.” A confused Agamemnon knelt down next to him. Kieran, a tad drunk, pulled him onto his paws and knees. Kieran sat up and scooted over to his backside and lapped the cum off of his buttocks. Agamemnon quivered with delight and wagged his tail appreciatively. Paris sat next to Kieran and licked Agamemnon’s cum off of his face. The three of them chuckled and murred until their bodies were clean, or at least cleaner. 

As they got up to make way for their successors, Kieran found himself invigorated. He’d made it this far, who said he couldn’t go further? A mad look came over his eyes like some gladiator faced with impossible odds in an arena. He might die, but he was going to enjoy it. “Who’s next?” he huffed. His cock, against all odds, was erect again. Like an indomitable boxer, it would come right back up everytime it went down. He couldn’t tell what kept it stiff: lust, or pure, blood-acidifying adrenaline.

The rest of them came at him in a frenzy of lewd acts that melded together as one seamless moment of humps, gropes, licks, and orgasms. He found himself standing behind a bent-over wolf, railing him from behind one moment while getting his own ass and throat plugged the next. His body became a beacon of passion both delivered and received. He buried his face into their furs, no longer recognizing them by sight but by pure smell. He made love to every inch of them, dining on their manhoods and behinds while his own became their meals just as frequent. He had them howling while his own voice echoed just as loud. Even with his frail body and vibrant orange fur he was convinced that he was one of them. He was passed around and treated like a true member, if not their slut. 

The delirium flew away like a yanked table cloth when he came back to Achilles. He had watched the ordeal since their first romp, saving himself for the end. He was the Alpha of the pack, but also the Omega, the beginning and the end. Kieran, a cum-drenched mess whose entire body looked and felt like he had been tossed into a dryer, suddenly grew serious. The two men stood in front of each other, taking a good look one last time. Achilles pressed his nose into his neck, taking a deep whiff. He reeked of every other wolf, now lying about with their knotted cocks laid flat on their bellies. They watched like they had earlier, looking like children waiting to hear the next exciting lesson from their teacher.

Achilles held Kieran’s cum-defiled face and looked into his eyes. Kieran noticed once more how pretty a shade of aquamarine they were. He remembered how scared he was when he saw them staring at him from the dark. He wished he had seen them this close at first. Gazing into them so intimately made him feel like he would never be scared again. Achilles turned him around and kindly placed him down to his paws and knees, reversing their roles from before. Kieran was glad. That meant Achilles would finish this time.

Kieran lifted his tail to present himself. He was self-conscious of the cum globbing out of his tailhole. He wished that he’d been pure for Achilles. He was the one who first greeted Kieran and made him feel safe. Achilles didn’t mind whatsoever. The mark of his comrades plastered across his body and oozing from his star solidified him as one of the pack. Achilles wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He grabbed Kieran’s hips and penetrated him. Even after the repeated drillings, Kieran was able to feel his touch for how sweet and kind it was. “Ohh…”

Achilles made love to him deep and steady, striking a tempo unbroken by exhaustion or lust. The remains of his brethren’s sex lubricated his thrusts, stimulating his cock as it scraped by Kieran’s spongey prostate. Kieran swooned and groaned. He uttered Achilles’ name over and over. “Uhh… Achilles… Achilles… Achilles… Ohhh, yes… Yes… Achilles…” Kieran heard him snort in acknowledgement. Achilles may not have known Kieran’s name, but he regarded him as a pack member.

The final christening came when Achilles’s thrusting slowed and then stopped to release his cum. He growled and sank his claws into Kieran’s hips while his fat knot burst inside of him, locking them together. Kieran sighed, feeling Achilles’ seed billow through him better than any other wolf’s. Though he himself didn’t cum that time, he was awash with splendid emotions drifting through his chest. 

A panting Achilles eased Kieran onto his belly and came down with him. He rolled over and spooned him, his cock buried deep inside thanks to his knot. He held Kieran tight, licking behind his ears and scratching his chest fluff. Kieran murred contently, patting Achilles’ thick forearm. They were joined by the rest of the pack. Nestor cuddled up in front of him, sandwiching him into a triple-spoon. The rest swarmed around them, forming a living breathing rug of wolfy fluff that radiated heat. Kieran was at the epicenter of it all, a little fuzzy core of fox who those warriors orbited and smothered in love. He clung tightly to Nestor and took one final whiff of wolf musk before closing his eyes. He fell asleep with a smile.

*	*	*

Kieran woke up in his sleeping bag. His eyes opened to the bright blue sky where a cloud was drifting placidly. He blinked a few times, requiring several moments to register where he was. He sat up and looked around. There were no hunky wolves wrapped up in a pile around him. There was only the ashy mound that was his fire pit and a tent nearby, still standing up dutifully. He scratched his head. Good Lord… I must’ve really passed out.

He shrugged the sleeping bag off of his shoulders and swung his legs out. “Aah!” A sharp nab of pain ripped through his backside, making him grab it and cringe. He felt aches and sores across his body, most glaringly in his ass and cock which was meekly tucked back into its sheath. “Dammit… Ah, shit.” He struggled the rest of the way out of the sleeping bag. He was still nude, although he noticed that his clothes were clodded up into a pile next to his tent along with his backpack. He got to his feet, albeit not without a hiss of pain, and walked over to the tent on a pair of very stiff legs. “Oh shit… God… Fuck…” He snarled and hissed his way over to his clothes. He toppled the pile over with his foot, and saw that everything was there, although he wouldn’t be wearing his shirt anytime soon. His book bag was still open, but from what he could see, everything he had put inside of it was still there.

He turned around and looked up at the impressive hills. How long had they known I was here? Since the beginning? There was no way they had found his camp in just that night. They had to have been stalking him since he’d entered their domain. It was a sobering thought that he had been watched and followed for upwards a whole week without his knowledge. For all he knew, they were probably keeping tabs on him right then.

He smirked. He bent over to pick up his clothes, making sure to lift his tail and give his hips a perky tilt. He collected his gear and put his clothes on, albeit in a sloooooooooow fashion. He dropped to his paws and knees while dismantling his tent, wafting his fox tail about like a column of smoke in the wind. He bundled up the tent and tied it to his bag, once again bending over at an exaggerated angle with his backside to the mountains.

He closed up his backpack and stood up, a proud smile on his face. He took a deep breath through his nose, imprinting on his mind what would become a very memorable smell, that of crisp mountain air flush with the musk of a dozen and two more wolves. He left his camp finally, putting the Seemandas behind him. He disappeared into the forest, wondering to himself when he would come back, while the 14 souls watching him wondered much the same.

THE END