The Dehumanization of Ethan Brown

Ethan drove back to Juan’s house after finishing his ice cream. Juan was watering the dogs; his wife and children were in the house. Ethan hugged Juan. “You were right.”

“Do you want to take a walk?” Juan touched Ethan\'s hand.

Ethan nodded.

“Give me your burden. Let me help you.” Juan’s voice sounded so soothing.

“I’m afraid.”

“Let me kiss you.” Juan stroked Ethan’s face. “You don’t need to be afraid with me. I’m your alpha. It’s my job to care for your needs.”

Ethan allowed Juan to kiss him. “I need so much.” Juan was full blood, dark-haired and gorgeous. Ethan wanted to be him; he wanted to be strong and in control. He wanted to be the leader, not treated like a stupid adolescent. “Let me take a few of these heavy clothes off you,” Juan whispered before he started to kiss Ethan’s neck.

“I have my wallet and car keys in my pocket.”

“Put them somewhere where you can find them,” Juan said, releasing Ethan from his embrace.

Ethan put his wallet and car keys near the alarm clock on the end table in the living room. Pack didn\'t steal from each other unlike a few of cops that he had worked besides. Ethan returned only in a long sleeve tee shirt and boxer’s shorts in the cold misty night air near the kennels. “Better.” Ethan put Juan’s hand on his chest. He knew Juan intended to fuck him, but he didn\'t want to think that far ahead as Ethan allowed Juan to touch him. The skin-to-skin contact felt good since he had been deprived of touching his own kind too long. Juan\'s smell and touch gave him comfort. He longed to be touched; his body ached for the caresses. Juan was right that he needed to be touched by one of his kind and nothing else would ease the hungry in his soul. Without it, he buried himself under clothes and blankets never feeling warm hiding in the smallest room of his condo trying to make it feel like a den marking it with his odor as Leslie screamed about the smell.

“You’re still overdressed.” Juan nibbled on Ethan’s ear and then pulled off Ethan’s tee shirt. Juan stroked Ethan’s chest and licked his chest hair. “Feel good.”

“Great.”

Juan\'s hands and mouth felt incredible. “If I do anything that feels bad, tell me and I’ll stop. I’ve never been intimate with another man before.” Ethan knew that he wasn\'t suppose to get off on snuggling with Juan but he had been deprived the touch of his kind for much too long. Juan didn\'t blame him; he seemed that he honestly wanted Ethan to feel better.

“Why me?” Ethan moved to area in the yard that still had some grass and wasn’t only a patch of mud.

“It’s my job to give you what you need.” Juan started to stroke Ethan’s sex.

“That’s good.” Ethan kissed Juan again as they fell into the soft ground. Ethan longed for the contact like a man dying of thirst clings to a bottle of water.

Juan helped Ethan onto his hands and knees. “It shouldn’t be so different from doing my wife this way.”

“Except that I have a prostate.” Ethan knew it would hurt but somehow that made him fear it less. He had bore pain before when he was shot three times. Pain was familiar but the sexual penetration was new.

“Brace yourself. I’m going in dry. Camilla loves it this way; she wakes the children with her howling.”

Ethan felt some pressure and much pain but then it felt very good. He didn’t change as he felt intense pleasure start as Juan hit his prostate hard. Juan was much rougher than a normal man would have been giving him shocks of pain and pleasure with each thrust, but a normal man couldn’t heal such tearing in a day or so. Ethan was screaming not sure if it was pleasure or pain as Juan hit him harder and harder. Juan kissed Ethan’s back after he pulled out.

“Thanks,” Ethan whispered using his hand to get his own release.

“Anytime. You better find the children if you want to get some hunting in tonight.”

“I shouldn’t have walked away. You’re my alpha.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I won’t.” Ethan felt the sting in his bottom but felt better about himself. He had been properly fucked and didn’t change; he had more control than he thought. No human would have been that rough with him, but he didn’t change although it had been quite intense. Ethan wondered if Juan intended to fuck him again and if he would let him do it. Juan was his alpha; all he needed to do was ask and Ethan would be willing. There was no question of who was in charge.

Ethan picked up on the muddy tee shirt and boxers shorts and walked into the house. Tony and Marla were asleep beside their mother. The seven year old, Ronaldo, was curled up in a roll a few inches from the others. Ria must have been still out with friends, with his sisters or hunting. Ethan put the dirty clothes in the hamper and allowed himself to change. He closed his eyes as he listened to his stomach growl. He would need to hunt alone or find Ria. He walked to the yard and wander into the woods. He found a muskrat rather quickly and caught it without trouble. Now, he could sleep without having to listen to his stomach rumble.

The next evening, Ethan looked at Juan as he took off his clothes after returning from work. It was going to be a long, cold winter. He was used to layering his clothes; now the culture norm was nudity. He didn’t have as many goosebumps as he had the week before. He looked forward to the spring and the workmen breaking ground for the additions. Juan went outside ignoring Ethan. Ethan turned on the hose to water the dogs. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“I gave you what you needed.” Juan put food out for the dogs.

“Thank you. I learned that I had more control than I thought. I appreciate it.”

“You might be able to change back before dawn. Try. Focus. You might not do it the first time that you try, but don’t give up. It took Camilla almost of year of concentrating to manage it, but it can be done.” Juan handed Ethan a shovel. “Clean the kennels.”

“Thanks for believing in me.”

“You impressed me when you killed that fucking rogue. Ria couldn’t have killed the larger male alone but you probably could have done it without her help. You showed me that you are no fucking weakling.” Juan put out more food for the dogs.

“You don’t have to kiss me, again.”

Juan kissed Ethan slowly and deeply in one of the cages surrounded by the smell of dog shit. It was obvious that Juan enjoyed the contact as much as Ethan did. “Ethan, if you want more than a kiss, just ask.”

“Shit, I can’t ask for sex.” Ethan cleaned out the shit with his shovel. The cages would need to be hosed. Over half the bitches were pregnant. The sale of the puppies would bring in more than several months police salaruan uan wasn’t poor. His assets were tied up in livestock.

Juan\'s hand was on Ethan\'s back. “I told you that you don’t need to be ashamed. We all have the same fucking desires.”

“I was afraid to give my body to Leslie and you showed me that I had nothing to fear too late.” What Juan did the night before could have torn a normal man’s insides apart. Ethan had complete control; he didn’t change. It didn’t matter in the long run; Leslie couldn’t handle being with a werewolf. She had issue with vigilante justice and cannibalism. If Ethan had slept with Leslie, the situation would have been more awkward. “Your daughter will see us kiss.” Ethan wanted to kiss Juan more than he ever wanted to kiss Leslie. Juan was power. He was the man that Ethan should have been if his father didn\'t buy him that townhouse and send him to grad school.

“I kiss other pack members.” Juan\'s voice was seductive.

“Not the way you kissed me last night.” Ethan touched Juan’s arm. “I know that pack touch more than human but you crossed the line last night.” Ethan wanted to cross that line again. He wanted to feel Juan\'s power inside him again. He wanted to claw and bite Juan, making him his.

“There are no fucking lines. I give my pack members what they need to protect our pack.” Juan put his hand on Ethan’s hand a moment before returning to his chores.

“You fucked me for political reasons.”

“Hell, no. I fucked you because you needed to be fucked and you have a nice ass. I wouldn’t mind fucking you again, but the ball is your court.”

Ethan whispered, \"Fuck me. I\'m yours.\"

\"Tonight after the children are asleep.\" Juan stroked Ethan\'s hair and briefly touched his face.

Ethan smiled as he played Scrabble with Marla and Tony after dinner. In the first time in many years, he felt like he had a home that he belonged. His father had brought him things but never wanted to see him, and his mother had meant well but she was always distant.

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Two months later, Ria cuddled on the area rug with Ethan after Ethan had spent a long day at work. “So what happened?”

“Leslie is living with another man.”

“Good for her. You’re all mine now.”

“All yours.” He kissed her.

“I’m moving home, then. Your sisters are crazy. Hannah moved out to marry into another pack and Louise is fixing up the house for sale. She doesn’t need me around.”

“We can’t go to police functions until you’re eighteen.”

“I’m cool with that. You’re my secret love. If we were still wandering northern Spain, you could have married me when I turned twelve and you would have never moved in with your girl friend.” She licked his ear.

Ethan laughed. “It’s good to be home.” He loved Ria\'s brothers and sister. He loved that it was crowded and smelled like family. In the condo, he lived in the smaller bedroom uncomfortable with all that space, knowing that his father brought it for him so he wouldn\'t need to live on campus. The condo had always felt cold and lonely; it didn\'t have the odor of pack. On Leslie\'s days off, she would wash his linens and make the condo smell cold and sterile again. Ethan peed on the drapes and walls of his little room, but that wasn\'t enough. It didn\'t have the odor of a den used by many werewolves.

Ria tickled Ethan. “No goosebumps. I told you would adjust. Mama is half like you and she goes around naked.”

\"This place is warmer than the condo every been.\" Ethan felt warmer in the unheated house than he felt with the heater turned up on high in the condo. He enjoyed snuggling with the children and the affection that Juan gave him. He didn\'t like Juan, but he definitely enjoyed the physical contact. After years of being celibate, he knew he wasn\'t choosy and Juan took the time to make sure that Ethan was enjoying it. Juan was a good lover and as long as he wasn\'t having sex with anyone else he could rationalize that it wasn\'t harming anyone else. Ria was back in the house now and he would have to tell Juan no.

\"Why?\"

\"I feel loved here. I kept my distance from Leslie and when I was little Mom didn\'t hold me often. She wouldn\'t say it, but she was afraid of me.\" Ethan put his hand on Ria\'s arm and pulled her close to him. He wanted to enjoy her body heat.

\"I\'m sorry.\" Ria licked his arm hair and pressed her body against his.

“I found a hidden door in a vacant house with a kilo cocaine. We busted a bunch of squatters. I felt sorry for them. At least, they get a hot meal.” Ethan started to laugh as Ria continued to lick his body hair.

“What is funny?”

“You’re tickling me.” Ethan started to tickle Ria.

“You shouldn’t be telling me police business.”

“It’s a matter of public record.\" Ethan kissed Ria and pulled her into a tight embrace.

Ria pulled off Ethan\'s clothes. \"You\'re the only one in the house that dresses.\"

\"Everyone wears clothes during the day except your father and he dresses when he goes outside.\"

Ria kissed Ethan\'s chest. \"Not on our property. Are you really going to build an extension?\"

\"I should have the property knocked down and have us all move to the Feldman house.\"

\"It\'s in an expensive area of town. We couldn\'t have dogs barking all night there. Can you picture us mowing our lawn every week and trying to keep up with the Joneses?\"

\"Not at all. I\'m planning to have a garage built plus a den. I\'ve already brought your mother a large oven. We\'re making this house nicer.\" Ethan didn\'t care about the stains on the floor or the crayons on the walls. He was getting used to the odor of dogs as well as the less than sanitary odors of the house itself. He felt more at home at the Lopez house than he ever did at his own condo. He had no regrets about giving Leslie the deed to the place.

\"It\'s nicer because you are here.\" Ria kissed his belly.

\"That is very sweet.\" Ethan put his hand through Ria\'s long hair. Ethan didn\'t want to be nervous. He was nearly twenty-seven and he had never been with a girl. He tried with Vicky, but that ended in failure. Ria was pack and he had nothing to fear.

Ria put her hand on his cock and it sprung to life. Ria planted her lips around it. Her teeth rubbed against his cock causing mild pain.

\"No teeth,\" Ethan said. \"Put your lips over your teeth and suck.\"

Ria did it that way a few seconds then stopped. \"Fuck me.\"

Ethan didn\'t need to be told twice as his cock found its way between her folds. Ethan may have never had sex before but he didn\'t need to be told what to do as he humped her hard and fast.