The Dehumanization of Ethan Brown

The alpha of the Buffalo pack was a man in his fifties. He owned a hotel on the outskirt of town; the kind of hotel people rented by the hour. His family lived in an old Victorian three-story house on the hotel property. Ethan, Ryan and Juan went into a kitchen only a little bigger than the kitchen in the Leslie\'s apartment.

As Ethan looked around the fairly clean kitchen with pale yellow walls, an off-white tile floor and old appliances, which included an old Frigidaire with a cooling element almost as big as the refrigerator, a woman around the alpha age opened a large brown cabinet door, emptied a few boxes of crackers into a bowl and tossed into another bowl some kind of shredded meat that she defrosted in the refrigerator. “Enjoy. I’ll fill a pitcher with water and bring out some cups.” Filling most of the kitchen was commercial size deep freezer that was nearly as old as the Frigidaire. Family ate in the dining room because the freezer took up all the room in the eat-in kitchen.

“Thank you, Martha,” Wyatt, the alpha said. “My eldest is working the desk and his wife works as the maid. My daughter is out with her friends.”

“Homeschool,” Juan said. “Ria insisted in going to public school. Big mistake. The state wanted to get in our business.”

“Another member of the pack teacher our twenty-odd children. Two of the adolescents help,” Martha said. “We discourage large families.”

“After the massacre, we have only five male children left and most of the adults had perishedtecttecting the young. My mother took us to the mountains with the sole survivor of the Albany massacre; our father died with the others defending the pack,” Juan said.

A teenage girl joined them. “Is Carly here?” she asked.

“She went to the mall,” Wyatt said.

The girl left.

“More than half the pack stays at my house,” Ethan said. “We feel safe in numbers.”

“After the massacre, we try not to gather frequently. A hundred or two hundred full-blood werewolves coulsilysily kill us all in one attack. I agreed not to enforce mating rules after that. If we were going to die, we would die free,” Wyatt said.

“We need a large place for my daughter’s wedding. My future son-in-law, Ethan,” Juan said.

“Does anyone live in this fucking mansion?” Ryan asked.

“My wife, I, my son, his wife and our unmarried daughter. We have room available for guests and if any pack members need a room temporarily. I’m thinking about renting rooms to the public but Martha is against it.”

“We could rent rooms to pack members,” Martha said as she brought out the water.

“Are we going to meet any of them?” Ethan asked.

“Is he always so pushing?” Wyatt asked.

“My tires were fucking slashed by someone angry at the fucking city. We hurried down here leaving my fucking car in the shop,” Ethan said.

“What do you do?” Wyatt asked.

“I’m a fucking cop,” Ethan said.

“Great. We have five members that work for the city. Two police officers, one office worker and two janitors,” Wyatt said. “Most of our members work at the quarry, but we have factory workers, store clerks, and even a lawyer in our family.\"

“How many adult members?” asked Ryan.

“More than five males between the ages of eighteen and fifty,” Wyatt sneered.

“Six, now. I know my father didn\'t want me to be acknowledged as pack, but he\'s dead now,” Ethan say getting tired of hearing Juan saying five like he didn\'t exist. A few families arrived as Martha put out more food. Juan and Wyatt talked most of the night. Ethan ate himself into a digestive stupor and Martha led him to an unoccupied bedroom.

Ethan decided to stay human during the night. Hands were useful in a strange location. Juan curled up next to him on the old twin bed that probably once belonged to a child. “I think we can trust Wyatt’s pack to protect us. We can use the hotel for a weekend. He’ll close it to the public. It’s a prefect location.”

“It’s more than a hour from home,” Ethan said.

“All the better.” Juan wrapped his arms around Ethan and started to lick his neck. “You stayed human for me.”

“No. I wanted hands to open doors.”

Juan stroked Ethan’s body through the clothes. “Not to touch me. Ethan, I love cuddling with you. Why must you fight what you feel for me?” Juan kissed the top of Ethan’s head. Juan moved his mouth so it covered Ets. “s. “Your hard, compact body feels so good against mine.”

Ethan pulled away.

Juan stroked Ethan’s hair. “Close your eyes and enjoy it.” Juan put his hand on Ethan’s sex. “Oh. Get hard for me.” Juan removed Ethan’s shirt and kissed his way down Ethan’s chest. As Juan removed Ethan’s shorts, Ethan closed his eyes. As Juan licked Ethan’s engorged organ, Ethan moaned. “So you are alive.”

“I have a girl at home that is about to have my fucking baby.” Ethan pulled away.

“Ria will have your children if you enjoy me or not. I would enjoy it more if you fucking participated. You fucking belong to me; just fucking accept that.”

Ethan sunk his teeth into Juan’s neck and bit down hard enough to draw blood while he put his naintointo Juan’s back. Ethan wanted to hurt him but not kill him. He wouldn’t change into a wolf and tear the man apart. Human teeth and nails could break the skin but they wouldn’t permanently harm another werewolf. He didn’t bite near the jugular because he feared that Juan could accidentally bleed to death.

“That’s more fucking like it; scratch me harder. That feels fucking incredible.”

Ethan kicked Juan in the balls and rolled onto his side still facing Juan. He hoped Juan got the message that he wasn’t interested.

“You want to be rough.” Juan sunk his teeth into Ethan’s neck and pushed himself on top of Ethan.

Ethan wrapped his legs around Juan waist and using all his strength rolled on top of him. “I’m going to show you how it fucking feels.”

“Fuck me, Baby,” Juan said. “Mark me.”

Ethan put his mouth against Juan’s back and took a bite until he tasted flesh and put his nails against Juan’s crack. “You’re asking for it.” Ethan pressed the tip of his nails into the tender flesh of Juan’s asshole until Juan started to quiver in pain.

“Fuck me,” Juan screamed.

Ethan put his head against the pillow and rolled away. “I never wanted you.”

“You want me. Why must you fight it? Can’t you just enjoy it?” Juan put Ethan’s hand on his erection. “Feel what you do to me. You make me so hot. I love you.”

Ethan rolled into a ball. He changed into a wolf and started whining.

Juan stroked his fur. “I’m sorry if I pushed you. I like touching you. You’re different than other wolves. You aren’t intimated by my position.” Juan licked behind Ethan’s ears and worked his way with his human tongue down Ethan’s back. “Ethan, return to human or I’ll fuck you as you are.”

Ethan turned toward Juan. He concentrated and thought human with all that was in him. Juan started to lick Ethan’s asshole. He was having trouble focusing as he was becoming aroused from the contact. As Juan stroked him with his human fingers, Ethan tried as hard as he could to see himself as human. He couldn’t be humiliated tway.way. Ethan returned to human as he felt Juan’s hard penis rub against his crack and Juan’s squeezed his balls. He couldn’t believe that Juan intended to have him in wolf form; it wasn’t exactly bestiality but it felt that way.

Ethan concentrated harder. He felt himself change as Juan was inside him. Juan screamed; Ethan hoped that he lost his penis in the process. It would only pariah victory because it’ll grow back overnight but perhaps Juan wouldn’t manipulate him into sex again. Ethan turned to see that Juan still had it although it was rather bloody. Ethan leaned over and sniffed it; his blood and fluids were on it. Juan was no worse for the wear. Juan pulled Ethan’s head by his ears until his mouth was close to Juan’s penis. “Suck it.”

“I’ll bite it off.”

“Go ahead.” Juan forced Ethan’s head down.

Ethan placed his teeth on it while he tasted his own fluids on Juan’s organ. Juan screamed as Ethan bit only hard enough to cause momentary pain. Ethan licked it before he returned to biting a little harder; Ethan’s jaws were more powerful than a normal man’s and he could do sufficient damage if he desired. Juan must have trusted him not to put him into enough pain to cause unconsciousness. Juan wouldn’t bleed to death from such a wound, but might wish that he did. Ethan sucked it harder and pulled it deeper in his mouth. Ethan swallowed Juan’s fluids with his own; the taste was mildly unpleasant but he wasn’t sure if his bloody fluids or Juan’s semen caused the bad taste.

Finally, Juan released Ethan’s face from his hands. Juan planted a kiss on Ethan’s lips. Ethan kissed Juan back as aggressively as he could. “Are you mine?” Juan asked immediately after breaking the kiss.

“Yes. I’m yours. Body and soul.”

“You’re so strong and fucking beautiful.” Juan ran his finger nails over Ethan’s back leaving bloody lines as he kissed Ethan as deeply as before.

Ethan broke the kiss and sunk his teeth into Juan’s shoulder and his hands grabbed Juan’s ass so hard that he could feel Juan’s flesh tear in his fingernails. Sex with Ria was never this good. Ethan inserted his fingers into Juan’s tight hole.

“Good. Fuck me.”

Ethan spit the blood and skin from his mouth. “I hate you.”

“Fuck me with all you have. Make me bleed.”

Ethan pounded him with all he had as Juan scream out epithets. Ethan collapsed in Juan’s arms. “Why?” Ethan moaned.

“That was fucking incredible.” Juan closed his eyes, changed form and fell asleep.

Ethan allowed himself to change the second time in one night and licked the sleeping creature next to him. Ethan wondered if he hated or loved Juan. Juan made him so angry. Ethan licked his own wounds as they healed nearly completely. He closed his eyes and woke up as human early the next morning in an empty bed.