Note: I’m not a furry nor am I that into werewolves but I suppose, if my kinks were a Venn diagram, there is a little overlap. What I do love is transformation and playing around with gender and masculinity. This story takes the rather tired tropes of full moons and werewolves and (I hope) turns them on their heads by adding some fun gender bending. I hope you enjoy it!

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Themes: Werewolves, muscle growth, cock growth, cock shrink, pussification, humiliation, hair growth, transformation, dominance/submission, unwanted change

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Quick links:

• Chapter 1 – Scroll down
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6

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Chapter 1

Charlie Gonzaga was swimming laps at the time of the attack. Head immersed in water and focused on his workout, he didn’t hear the explosions or gunfire, didn’t notice anything until the glass window at the end of the pool shattered. Stopping midstroke, he bobbed in the lane of the empty pool and saw Cal Decker standing there with his hands on his hips. He was in his full football uniform but even with a helmet on his head, Charlie would’ve recognized him. No one had a physique as manly or as well-developed at Decker.

“Get out,” Decker ordered. “The school’s defenses are down.”

“Huh?” Charlie’s brain was having trouble comprehending the meaning of these words. The Christian Reform School for Boys was considered impregnable. It was the reason Charlie’s father had chosen to send him there. No one got in or out of the compound without going through the heavily-armed security guards.

Decker took off his helmet and threw it aside. As he did so, Decker realized the boy must have used it to break through the window, ramming through like a bull. Leave it to Cal Decker to shatter a plate-glass window with only a football helmet on his head!

“The perimeter,” Decker explained, jerking his chin toward the edge of the compound, now plainly visible through the shattered window behind him, “it’s down. We need to get out of here NOW.” With that, he came charging at Charlie and, executing a flawless dive, swam in his full gear down the lane to him and then bodily forced him out of the water. 

Charlie coughed and sputtered as Decker pushed him by the butt out of the pool. “But I’m only wearing a Speedo!” he complained. “Let me get dressed first!”

“Not enough time,” Decker growled. “NOW MOVE!” He scrambled, dripping wet, out of the pool and took Charlie by the elbow, dragging him toward the shattered window. He knelt down before they reached the broken glass, ordering, “Climb on my shoulders. I’ll carry you.”

In a daze, Charlie obeyed, straddling the bigger boy’s broad back. Decker hoisted him up and clambered to his feet, making a run through the window and then sprinting across the football field as if Charlie was completely weightless.

“What about the others?” Charlie asked, looking behind them where a tendril of smoke was curling ominously into the clear September air. He could hear muffled gunshots coming from the front of the building. “Are they Ok?”

“Forget about ‘em,” Decker panted. “We’ll worry ‘bout ‘em later!”

Charlie wisely closed his mouth and clung to the bigger boy’s back. Decker held him by the legs, urging Charlie to grip his lean torso with his thighs, and continued his dogged charge across the field and out the gaping hole ripped in the razor wire fence. He didn’t stop until they reached the relative safety of the forest on the edge of the school grounds. Kneeling, he pushed Charlie onto his feet. “Can you walk now?” He examined the forest floor, noting the prevalence of soft pine needles. “I’m sorry we didn’t have time for you to put on shoes.”

Charlie wrapped his arms around his narrow chest, suppressing a shiver. He didn’t want Decker to think he was a wimp but the truth was that it was cold and he was wet and almost naked, not to mention embarrassed to be seen by the school’s top jock wearing only a skimpy piece of Lycra. He clamped his jaws together to keep his teeth from chattering.

Despite Charlie’s best efforts to conceal his discomfort, Decker noticed. His steely green eyes softened and his tone was gentle but firm. “You’ll warm up when you walk, ‘specially if you walk fast enough.” He pointed to the low foothills of the mountains rising up ahead of them. “Once we get up to the rocks, I’ll find a cave and build a fire. Can you make it that far?”

Charlie nodded, feeling miserable. Now that they were away from the school and ostensibly in less danger, the adrenaline was wearing off and he felt overwhelmed and confused. He couldn’t believe this was happening. It seemed like something out of a horror movie. The school attacked? The boys probably kidnapped? How could this happen?

Decker had a knack for reading his thoughts. “Let’s walk. Walking helps.” He turned and motioned to Charlie, “Follow me. I know these hills better than nobody else.” He paused, pulling a little bottle seemingly out of nowhere. “But put this on first. It’ll cover yer scent.”

Decker thought of everything! Charlie accepted the bottle, examining it. It was buck scent, the stuff deer hunters used. He nodded, squirting some into his palms and rubbing the musky oil over his naked body. When he was done, he handed it back to Decker who squirted it on his uniform. When he was done, he turned and jogged off toward the forest, not waiting to see if Charlie followed.

Charlie watched him go, the school’s top dog and super jock. At just seventeen years old, Decker put most fully grown men to shame. Tall, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, he already possessed a man’s physique and had gone through puberty well over a year ahead of the other boys. He seemed to inhabit another, more rarified realm where he was exempt from the laws and rules governing the masses. In comparison, Charlie was smaller and skinnier and weaker, the runt of the litter. Puberty had barely registered its mark on his adolescent frame, although he was known for being a fast swimmer. He turned into a sleek otter in the water, exhibiting a lithe grace he lacked on land.

He trudged along, following the other boy’s lead. Tentative at first, he gained more confidence when he realized the ground really was soft on his feet. It probably helped that he ran around barefoot pretty much all summer and had only been wearing shoes for the last few weeks since school started.

They climbed higher and higher, pausing only to drink at a spring that gurgled out of a cleft in a rocky outcropping. Decker knelt down and cupped his hands, drinking deeply. Charlie watched his big Adam’s apple bobbing, mesmerized. He couldn’t resist lifting his hand and fingering his own much smaller one. How had Decker grown up so fast?

Catching him in the act, Decker looked up and winked, causing Charlie’s cheeks to color. “Don’t worry, bro, you’ll get there someday.” He stood and patted him on the back. “Yer gonna be just as big and strong as me. I can tell. Now take a drink. No chance of giardia here. This spring comes up from the ground right here.”

“Giardia?”

The corner of Decker’s mouth quirked. “A waterborne disease. Carried by beavers and other aquatic mammals.” He shook his head, causing his thick, blond hair to wave in the breeze. It was dry again after his leap into the pool. Dry and really curly. Charlie twined a finger through his own straight, black hair, envious. Everything about Decker was just so perfect!

Decker was watching him, water dribbling down his stubbly chin. Unlike any other boy at the school, Decker was able to grow a full beard already. The hair on his face was darker and redder than the hair on his head, a rich auburn. It really accentuated his strong jaw and sparkling green eyes.

“Well?” He jerked his chin toward the pool of water. “Get down on your knees and drink, Charlie. It’s not gonna shoot into yer mouth on its own.” He winked as he said and Charlie’s cheeks blazed again. Was Decker teasing him?

Self-conscious, Charlie knelt down and cupped his hands like he’d seen Decker do. The water ran right through his fingers, though, and his hands were empty by the time they reached his lips.

“Here, like this.” Decker cupped Charlie’s hands in his own, much bigger ones, and pulled downward, helping Charlie to scoop up more water. This time he succeeded in capturing enough and drank deeply, aware the whole time of the firm steadiness of Decker’s calloused hands. When he was done, he met Decker’s eyes and smiled. The jock nodded and let go, pushing himself up off of his haunches. He loomed over Charlie, easily more than six feet tall.

“Let’s go.”

The jock turned and stalked off, not waiting to see if Charlie was following. After a moment, Charlie rose and walked gingerly along behind him. His feet were starting to get sore; he’d never walked this far without shoes before!

Decker had to carry him for the last mile. Even though Charlie was careful not to whine (although he really wanted to!), the jock figured out he was suffering. He stopped, his back straight and head slightly turned, the late afternoon slanting through the pine trees, tuning his curly locks into a golden halo. Without a word, he squatted down. “Up,” was all he said. He waited until Charlie climbed on. He grunted slightly as he stood but otherwise betrayed no evidence of exertion. Charlie may as well have been weightless, so unbothered was the jock by carrying him.

“We’ll camp here,” he announced sometime later, straightening so that Charlie slid off of his back. “In there.” Charlie followed his finger to a cleft in the rocky face of a cliff. It was wide enough to fit two people and the ground inside appeared dry and was covered in long, soft pine needles. Fronds of bracken fern grew at the entrance, shielding it from view. “Go in there and wait,” Decker said. “It’s out of the wind. You’ll stay warmer.” He looked off to the west where the escarpment fell off in a dramatic fashion, exposing a treelined view of mountain ridges stretching off into the distance. “I’ll build a fire after dark when they can’t see the smoke.” He didn’t need to explain who ‘they’ were.

Charlie was already cold. Decker’s back had been so warm! The jock had grown sweaty as they climbed but Charlie didn’t mind. He’d clung to the boy, soaking in his warmth. He stood there, forlornly gazing at the cave. He hugged himself, already shivering.

“Here. Take my jersey.” Decker stooped and pulled his orange and black football jersey over his head. Underneath, he was still wearing his shoulder guard and hip pads. Charlie stared at the blood trailing down his chest as Decker wagged the shirt at him. Decker followed his gaze and winced apologetically, pulling the shoulder guard over his head and then removing the hip pads. Beneath, his skin was scored with blisters and abrasions from the friction of the guard against his flesh. “It doesn’t hurt,” he assured Charlie, wiping away the blood. “It’s nothing, really.”

Charlie accepted the sweaty and slightly bloody jersey, pulling it over his head. Decker’s rich odor mixed with buck scent filled his nostrils and he sighed. Decker mistook his sigh for a moan and offered, “Do you wanna put on my pants, too?” He started to unlace his tights and pull them down. Charlie goggled when he beheld the sight of Decker’s jockstrap, its thick band resting almost lovingly on the boy’s narrow hips. It drew his attention to the extremely full rise of Decker’s big buttocks, visible when he turned to the side. He averted his eyes, focusing instead on the strange necklace around Decker’s neck. It looked like a bullet. Yeah, a bullet on a chain. Huh? I wonder that’s about?

He stopped studying the pendant when he realized Decker had pulled his pants down and was now bare-assed before him. Charlie flushed, chirping, “No, don’t take ‘em off! I’m fine!”. Somehow he felt completely unprepared to see Decker in all his glory. “Your jersey is really big, it almost reaches my knees. See?” Decker looked down and saw it was true; Charlie was so much shorter that he swam in the giant jersey. “This is good.”

Decker’s hands paused before pulling up his tights again but not before Charlie got the full view of his big, hairy, muscular ass cheeks. They looked surprisingly soft and plump. “Suit yerself,” he muttered, lacing the strings back up, his big ass jiggling behind him. “I’m gonna go see if I can catch us some dinner.” He turned and stalked off, calling over his shoulder. “I’ll be back before sunset.”

Bemused, Charlie watched him and his big, bubbly ass march off into the woods. (Those tights really left nothing to the imagination!) His bemusement didn’t last long, however. Now that they had stopped, the weight of the day’s events hit him hard. He crept into the cave and folded himself down, grasping his knees and allowing himself to cry for the first time. He felt lost and utterly alone without Decker there to protect him.

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As promised, Decker returned before sunset. “Here,” he said, holding out the shiny, skinned carcasses of some unrecognizable animal, “you like rabbit?”

“I’ve never had it before,” Charlie admitted. He was having trouble containing his relief at seeing the big jock again. The hour or so that Decker was gone had been excruciating. Charlie’s panic seemed to mount with each moment the boy was away. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to hide the tears.

“It’s good,” Decker grunted. “You’ll like it.”

“I’m sure I will.” Charlie’s stomach was growling so loudly he wondered if Decker could hear it. Anything sounded good by that point. He was ready to eat the rabbits raw if necessary. Decker smiled and was turning away when Charlie noticed something. “Hey, is that blood on yer face? Are you injured?”

Decker immediately wiped at his blood-flecked beard, turning away from him. “No, I’m fine. It’s not blood. It’s…uh, berry juice. I was eatin’ berries.”

Before Charlie could press him, he busied himself with building fire. The sky was dark by then and the light was low, just enough left for him to see what he was doing. He was very skilled with his hands, gathering bits of dried tinder and fashioning a sharp stake with his pocket knife. He laid a larger branch on the ground and placed some dried tufts of grass on it. Then he started rubbing the stake between his palms over the larger branch. Soon tendrils of smoke arose from the tinder and a flame sparked. From there, it was only a matter of feeding the hungry flames until they were a full-blown campfire. 

Charlie watched, dumbfounded. Once the fire was blazing, he sidled up and held out his hands to warm them. “How’d you learn to do that?” he asked, awed by Decker’s abilities.

A small shrug. “It’s easy. Taught myself years ago.” Decker was already preparing a spit to roast the rabbits. He held out a skewered coney to Charlie. “Go on. Hold it over the fire. Just enough to cook the meat. Don’t let it burn! See?” He demonstrated the technique, rotating his pierced rabbit so that the flesh slowly cooked. The air filled with the mouthwatering aroma of cooked meat and woodsmoke, making Charlie’s stomach growl. He hadn’t had anything since breakfast!

They ate in silence. Charlie gobbled down the rabbit, stripping the carcass of every last bit of flesh and moaning contently the whole time. When he was done, he looked up to discover Decker holding out his own rabbit to him; it was only half-eaten. “Go on,” the boy urged. “It’s all yers.”

Charlie’s hand froze in midair as he reached for it. “Aren’t you hungry?”

Decker smiled, his lips red and glistening with fat. “Nah. Remember I found some berries when I was hunting?” He rubbed his taut stomach. “I’m full.”

Charlie accepted the gift uncertainly. As soon as his lips touched the moist flesh, though, he was devouring it. Decker watched him through half-closed eyes. He was smiling.

“Who attacked the school?” Charlie asked sometime later. He was leaning back against a stump, soaking up the warmth of the fire. Decker reclined next to him, muscular arms folded over his chest. Charlie noticed there were already a few bright red hairs curling up from the skin between his well-developed pecs. Chest hair! Decker already had chest hair! He looked down at his baby smooth, flat chest with its tiny brown nipples and dark, lustrous skin. He frowned. I’m still prepubescent!

“Who do you think?” Decker rolled onto his side and studied him with his disconcerting gaze.

Charlie swallowed. “Them?”

A nod. “Yep. The Parasites. We knew it was only a matter of time before they tried.” Decker laughed, a mirthless sound. “I juss didn’t expect the school’s security to fail so fast. Maybe they had help from the inside?”

“Really?” The thought sent a shiver down Charlie’s spine.

Decker smiled but the smile never reached his eyes. “I wouldn’t put it past ‘em.” He snorted. “The bounty on our heads is worth a fuckin’ king’s ransom. Somebody was bound to sell us out eventually.”

Charlie was silent, processing this information. He hated how naive he was compared to Decker. He couldn’t believe they were the same age. Decker just seemed so much more grown up. He wondered about the boy’s history but didn’t have the balls to ask him about it. Everyone at the school arrived there for different reasons. Different but also similar. He sighed unhappily.

“What’re we gonna do?” he asked finally. “Can we go home?”

“Home?! Really?” Decker acted like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. “You wanna go back home now and leave our friends in the hands of those bastards?”

Stung by Decker’s derision, Charlie countered, “Well, what’re we ‘sposed to do? We can’t stay out here! We need to get back to civilization where it’s safe.”

“Safe.” Decker uttered the word like it was profanity. “Nowhere’s safe for us right now, bro. Not this close to the Blood Moon.”

“Blood Moon?”

Decker rolled his eyes. “Jesus, bro! Have ya been asleep for the past ten years? The Blood Moon’s in a few days. It’s when the Parasites breed by infecting new hosts. Everyone knows that!”

“I didn’t,” Charlie admitted in a small voice.

Decker was staring at him in complete disbelief. “Why do ya think the school beefed up security so much over the past month, huh? The best hosts are boys. Like us. Like our classmates who are now captive.”

Stung by his harsh words, Charlie wailed. “I’m sorry, Ok?! I didn’t fuckin’ know! I’m sorry I’m so pathetic! Not everybody’s a fuckin’ brilliant, ripped, athletic stud like you!”

His words took Decker by surprise, a pleasant surprise from the way he grinned. “You think I’m a stud, bro?” He leaned in closer, so close that Charlie could feel the heat from his body; it rivaled the heat from the fire. When Charlie’s ears turned red, he laughed, explaining, “They stole our classmates for the ritual, Charlie. They gotta do it during the Blood Moon ‘cuz they can’t wait for the next one in four years. That’s why we gotta save those boys.”

Charlie gaped at Decker, repeating, “Save them?” His voice was like a cricket’s chirp. “H-H-How?”

“Haven’t figured that part out yet.” Decker turned away, looking up at the night sky where the stars were emerging from behind the clouds. The night air was getting chilly. “But I will.”

“Decker, we’re only teenagers!” Charlie’s voice was pleading. “We can’t go against them. They’ll turn us, too!”

The other boy surveyed him, his face a flickering mask in the dancing, orange light. “Ain’t nobody gets left behind, bro.” The sternness was back in his voice. “You know the school’s motto as well as I do. They’d do the same for us. You know that.”

Charlie wasn’t so sure. The other boys in the school treated him like crap. Only a handful, Decker included, didn’t look down on him for his small stature and lack of coordination. As a student, everyone was expected to participate in a sport. He’d chosen swimming because it was the only sport he didn’t suck at. It had been a pleasant surprise when he learned he had talent. Swimming, however, was considered a low status sport and he was treated accordingly. Football was a real man’s sport as he was constantly reminded. He was used to being on the lowest rung and Decker was always on the top rung. Of course, he would think that no one got left behind! Everyone bowed down to him, worshiping the ground he swaggered across.

“How did you do it?” Charlie asked finally.

“Do what?” Decker was gazing into the fire. He looked so damned handsome that Charlie could barely stand it.

“You know, escape?”

Decker chuckled. “I was prepared. The other boys weren’t.” He reached up and fondled his necklace as he said this. “I’ve learned to be prepared.” He turned then, countering, “And you? Why were you swimming all alone?”

Before Charlie could reply, a lone howl broke out further down the mountain. It was soon joined by another and another and soon there was a chorus of howls echoing through the valley. He hunched up, clutching his knobby knees. Beside him, Decker didn’t move but something about his presence sharpened. Charlie knew he was on high alert.

A breathless moment and then Decker soothed, “It’s Ok, bro. They can’t smell us.”

“How do you know?” Charlie’s voice was scarcely more than a whisper.

“We’re downwind,” Decker stated. “They’re upwind. Plus, our scent is covered. It’s simple.”

“I’m scared, Decker.” Shame flooded through him with this admission. He regretted the words as soon as he said them. He needed to be strong if they were going to make it out of this. He had no choice!

Decker surprised him by doing the most unexpected thing. He sat up and slung an arm over Charlie’s shoulders, tugging him in close. Charlie was surprised to discover Decker was shivering. The jock was still shirtless after loaning him his jersey and was so lean that he had very little body fat to keep him warm. Charlie felt guilty and started to pull the jersey over his head but Decker stopped him. 

“Don’t, bro,” he rumbled. “Holding you is all I need.”

Charlie’s mind was blown. The school’s top jock wanted to hold him! 

“Well, c’mon. I’m not gonna ask again.”

Unable to believe his good fortune, Charlie squeezed up against the big jock’s body, hugging him fiercely. Decker chuckled, pushing Charlie’s head against his firm chest. Grasping the bigger boy’s torso, Charlie was startled to discover that his skin was laced by a network of bumps and ridges. Curious, he traced them with his fingers and realized they were scars. Decker’s entire body was covered in scars! But how…? He decided he’d ask the jock about them later because he didn’t want to do anything that might jeopardize this closeness.

They cuddled for a long time.  Charlie must have eventually dozed off because he didn’t remember Decker carrying him into the cave. He awoke sometime later to find the jock spooning him. Their bodies fit together perfectly, he realized. Charlie’s was the smaller, slighter curve to Decker’s bigger, bolder, bumpier arc. He smiled, wiggling his butt into the bend of the jock’s hips. He was pleased beyond belief when Decker responded, sleepily thrusting his crotch into the inviting cleft of his buttocks.

Soon, something large and firm was wedged in there. The jock’s cup kept it tied down but the sensation was unmistakable: Decker was aroused.

For a moment, Charlie debated whether to take it further. He was still a virgin, barely sixteen years old. Was he ready to have sex? And was Decker really that into him? Every boy got a hardon at night. Decker was just doing what all boys did, it didn’t mean he wanted Charlie. He was still agonizing over it when he heard a distant explosion followed by a slight tremor in the ground. Decker stirred in his sleep, whimpering like a puppy.

No, this was not the time for sex.

He sighed, snuggling up to the jock’s erection, still unable to believe Decker was spooning him. Sometimes, he thought in a half trance, when life is really bad, it can also be really good. The jock’s arms tightened around him instinctively and he whimpered again. The air inside the cave smelled rich, potent and achingly alive.

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Chapter 2

He awoke before dawn to find Decker stoking the fire. There was a mound of something beside the fire pit that looked like roots. “Tubers,” the jock explained as Charlie emerged from the cave, yawning. “I dug ‘em outta a pond I found yesterday. They’re not much but they’ll make an Ok breakfast.” He nodded behind them. “It’ll be light soon. We don’t got much time before we gotta douse the fire.”

Charlie nodded, cleaning off the skewer he’d used the night and spearing a succulent tuber. He held it over the guttering flames, impatient for it to cook. His stomach was growling!

“Thanks, Decker.” He looked up at the studly jock as he said this, smiling. “Thanks for everything. For saving me. For carrying me. For feeding me. I feel like I’m no–”

“Shhh.” Decker squatted down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Yer doin’ juss fine. Better than fine actually.”

“I am?” Words of praise from Decker were like drops of rain in the desert: Precious and far between.

“Yeah, you are.” Decker nudged him playfully before continuing, “I’ve been thinking ‘bout how to rescue the boys and I think I know what to do.”

“You do?”

Decker clenched his jaw, staring in the fire as he held a tuber over the flames. “I think I know where they’ve taken ‘em: Devil’s Island.”

“Devil’s Island?” Charlie repeated. “Where’s that?”

“About five miles from here, on the other side of the mountains.” Decker jerked his chin to the north. “They have a base there. It’s in the middle of their territory. It’ll be well-defended but I’m sure we can get in.”

Charlie thought for a moment. “How do you know?”

A wry smile. “Know what? That they’re holding ‘em hostage at Devil’s Island or that we can get in?”

“Both.”

A shrug. “Dunno to both. Just a hunch. Devil’s Island’s the most logical place for them to conduct the ritual and I’ve never found a base I can’t break into. Even one on an island.”

Charlie was dying to ask Decker more about this but he had a suspicion the guy wouldn’t tell him anything. Decker was like that, a closed book most of the time. Instead, he said, “You seem to know a lot about them.” He studied Decker as he said this. The boy was holding the skewer with one hand and fondling his bullet amulet with the other. “How?”

Decker turned his beautiful green eyes on him. “I’m a tracker, bro. Born into a family of trackers. I know this shit. Fuck, I know this forest here like the back of my hand!”

Tracker. The word triggered a dim memory and he thought about it. Where had he heard that word before? He sensed that being a tracker meant more than simply tracking animals but he could tell Decker was being vague on purpose. Maybe he was trying to protect him from something? Besides, did he really want to know? He let his questions hang in the air between them and instead reached out and opened his hand, asking wordlessly to touch the pendant around the boy’s neck.

Decker stared at him, debating, before shrugging and letting Charlie lift it out of his hand. Charlie took it between his fingers, studying it. The bullet on the chain was long and heavy and seemed to be made of pure silver. He’d thought it was just a decoration but now that he was touching it, he could tell it wasn’t. The bullet was live ammunition! Rolling it around, he saw that some letters had been scratched into the casing. Squinting, he read them, ‘RAMOS.’ 

“Ramos?” he read aloud. “Who’s that?”

“Nobody.” Decker’s face was closed, his jaw set. He wasn’t going to say.

More intrigued than ever, Charlie dropped the pendant, watching it swing back and forth on the chain around Decker’s neck. Cal Decker was certainly full of mysteries!

They ate in silence. Under other circumstances, the tubers would have been gross but Charlie was so famished that they tasted like heaven, melting in his mouth as he devoured one after another. Finally, his stomach was full. The sun was beginning to rise and Decker was already kicking dirt over the fire. It was time to go.

“We’ll head up there,” Decker instructed, pointing up the rocky escarpment. “Will your feet be Ok?” He winced as he lifted a cleated foot, rubbing it. “I’d give ya my shoes but these cleats hurt like a motherfucker. They ain’t meant for hiking.”

“I’ll be fine.” Charlie hoped he sounded convincing. His feet were bruised and torn from the hike the day before. He wanted to soak them in cool water more than anything.

He got his wish. After climbing the ridge for about an hour, they arrived at a little pool fed by a spring that trickled down from above. Charlie immediately sat down on a rock and put his aching feet in the clear, cold water, leaning back and sighing with contentment. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Decker was bending over and stripping out of his football tights. His shoes were on the rocks beside him and his jockstrap was…

“Like the view, bro?” Decker’s eyes were dancing.

Charlie averted his gaze, embarrassed to be caught staring. The truth was, though, that Decker was beyond manly. He really was a stud, through and through.

“I don’t mind ya lookin’.”

Charlie gave into temptation and stared at Decker in the raw. The jock stretched out his arms, inviting him to take in his magnificence. Charlie felt a stirring in his crotch and flushed crimson when he remembered he was wearing just a tiny Speedo. He clapped his hands over himself before his bulge grew too noticeable.

“You’re turned on,” Decker observed. “I have that effect on guys.” The big tubesteak dangling between his hairy, muscular thighs shook alluringly with the movement. His giant balls were drawing up tighter in his sac, reacting to the cold water.

Charlie swallowed, feeling his erection stiffen. Even fully hard, his cock was smaller than Decker’s flaccid member. It was both humiliating and arousing.

“I’ve been enjoying looking at you, too,” Decker admitted. “I mean, yer wearin’ those tiny panties! How could I not? Yer such a hot little bitch.”

Charlie started to correct him. He was wearing a Speedo, not panties! He would never wear panties! But then he realized something. “Are you sayin’ that yer gay?” Even as he said it, he knew how stupid the question was. It was too late, though; there was no way to walk it back.

Decker was incredulous. “Dude, WTF?! How stupid are you? We’re all gay now. Every last one of us. Ever since the virus…I mean, ever since the women all–”

“I know! I know!” Charlie waved his hands in the surrender. “It was a dumb question. You’ve just got me…” His voice trailed off as his cheeks colored. He wasn’t about to complete the sentence!

Decker waded over to him. Was it his imagination or was his penis larger than a moment ago? “I’ve got you what?” he teased, waggling his dick at him. “Are you bricked up under there, Gonzaga? Lemme see. Fair’s fair, right? I’ve shown you mine, now you show me yers.” He paused directly in front of him, his long cock was at eye level, his unexpectedly dark foreskin tightening as his glans swelled. It started to retract…

Charlie stared at it, mouth hanging open. It wasn’t his imagination: Decker was getting turned on!

“I-I-I can’t,” he stammered, erection pulsing furiously in his tight Speedo. “I’m not that big!”

“So?” Decker laughed, settling down next to him. “I like my guys small. Real small. The smaller the better, actually.” He slung his arm over his shoulders and tugged him in close, purring, “Yer special, bro. Real special. Didn’t you wonder why you were the one I came for after the attack? It’s ‘cuz I like you. A lot. And I wanna be with you now and after we make it through this.”

As much as these words made his heart flutter and his cock throb–Decker wanted him! Him, Charlie Gonzaga!–Charlie couldn’t help amending, “If we make it through this.” He truly couldn’t see how they would make it through the next three days. The odds were not in their favor.

Decker did the funniest thing then. He kissed him. Just like that. He took Charlie’s little chin between his fingers and turned his head to gaze fondly down at him. And then he lowered his lips and kissed him. When he pulled back, he whispered, “We’ll make it through this. That’s a promise.”

And then he stood up and started splashing water over himself, bracing and grinning against the cold. Charlie watched him, fingers touching his lips, the same lips that Decker had just kissed. It didn’t seem real. Just like surviving this nightmare, the kiss seemed impossible.

***

It was slow going but they made it to the top of the mountain ridge that afternoon. From this lofty perch, they had a clear view of the northern horizon. The mountains fell away to the sere, barren plains below but not before revealing the hidden caldera of Devil’s Lake. An extinct volcano that had blown its top millennia ago, its empty core was now filled with milky blue water. In the exact center of this lake was a tiny black dot: Devil’s Island. Charlie stared in surprise as he gazed down at it. There was a long, narrow, black bridge connecting the island with the shore.

“That’s where the boys are being held,” Decker stated. “I can feel it.” As he said this, a tiny speck started moving across the bridge. They were far away but Charlie knew what it was: An armored vehicle. Perhaps it was the very truck carrying their classmates?

“We’re going down there, aren’t we?” Charlie knew the answer even before he asked it. He felt like he needed to verbalize it, though. Yes, saying it aloud helped ground him somehow.

“Uh huh. In three days, we will break in there and free the boys.” Decker sounded so confident that it was almost infectious. “We’re not giving up until we do.”

“Ok.” 

What else could he say? He could tell that Decker was set on this suicide mission. And he was set on Decker. Nothing was going to come between them. He would die for Decker if it came to it.

Decker’s arm was over his shoulders again. And then his lips were on his ear, kissing, nibbling him. Charlie giggled when the jock stuck his tongue in his ear. “Stop it!” he protested. “That’s just gross!”

“Get used to it,” the jock snorted. “‘Cuz my tongue’s gonna be everywhere on yer body soon. And I do mean everywhere.” He looked down at Charlie’s ass as he said this, grinning like a predator.

Charlie involuntarily clenched his buttocks and Decker laughed.

***

They had a stroke of luck toward evening that made Charlie hopeful. Descending the ridge, they entered the forest once again where the ground was blessedly carpeted with pine needles. No sooner had they stepped under the shelter of the pines than they happened upon a two-track trail. Following along beside it–far enough off of the track to not be spotted–they smelled something burnt. A while later, they found the source of the smell: A big, camo-painted truck with a blackened hole through the hood. 

“Drone attack,” Decker deduced, approaching the ruined vehicle cautiously. “Probably the Miltia.”

The Militia was a private military force that had filled the void after the government collapsed in the wake of the pandemic. It was a notoriously corrupt organization, its members little better than mercenaries. It was also very cautious, avoiding direct conflict whenever possible. This forest was not its territory and its forces would not invade it because doing so would be an act of war against the Parasites. Even the jarheads of the Militia weren’t that dumb. This didn’t mean that they wouldn’t snipe at the Parasites, though. Drones were favored because they didn’t risk precious human lives.

Decker was already climbing into the truck. There was shattered glass and blood on the seat. A trail of brownish red droplets led out of the vehicle and down the track. Whoever had been inside the truck had been injured but not lethally so. 

The real find was in the back. Decker pulled open the back doors to reveal a stash of rifles, dynamite and plastic explosives. Miraculously, the munitions hadn’t exploded during the attack and were in pristine condition. Rummaging through them, Decker very carefully extracted some explosives, a rifle and a couple boxes of ammo.

“We can use these to disrupt the ritual.” He smiled grimly. “I don’t wanna take more than this, though. It’ll attract attention. They’ll be back again soon to salvage what they can.” He looked around. “I’m surprised they’ve left it so long already. Must be so far into their territory they’re not worried ‘bout scavengers.” He shrugged. “It’s unusual for the Militia to launch a strike this far in.”

Charlie thought this over. “Do you think the Militia will attack the island? Maybe free the boys?”

“Ha! Not a chance.” The bitterness was back in Decker’s voice. “First off, they won’t use drones to attack the island because they could kill the boys. Second, the Parasites will have a scrambler set up. No drone’ll get within two miles of their base. Third, the Militia is as greedy as it is corrupt. I’ll bet they’re tryin’ to extort more cash from our families right now. And if they don’t pay up, they’ll juss shrug and tell ‘em they’re outta luck.” He snorted derisively. “‘Course, even if they do pay up, the Militia ain’t gonna send no mercs in here. Too risky. No, they’ll just try to get as much money as they can without actually doing anything, besides blowin’ up a truck here and there. Fuckin’ leeches!”

“Decker, how do you know so much?” Charlie was in awe of the bigger boy. It seemed like each day he discovered more about the jock that he’d never guessed.

Decker favored him with a rare, tight smile. “School of Hard Knocks, bro. I’ve been through a lot. Me ‘an my old man. God rest his soul. And my uncles and cousins, ‘course. We Deckers’re a pack of junkyard dogs.”

He fished a camouflage-colored backpack out from behind the seat of the truck and cautiously loaded it with the munitions and explosives, sliding the rifle into a sleeve on the side. Soon, he was slinging it over his broad shoulders. His scarred chest was sweaty and the bullet pendant swung back and forth between his surprisingly large nipples. Charlie had to adjust his cock in his Speedo. The sight of the uber-manly jock did this to him…and his groin. Decker was a stud. A total fucking stud.

A stud who was always looking out for him. “Ha! Look here!” he shouted. Charlie turned his attention away from his aching cock to find Decker holding up a pair of boots and what looked like a rolled up uniform. He held them out for his inspection. “Think they’ll fit ya?”

“I dunno. Maybe?” He slipped a foot into one of the boots, wiggling his bruised toes. It was a little big for him but maybe if…

“Put these on first, bro.” Decker held out some woolen socks he’d found in the cab.

With socks, the boots fit pretty well. They were a little loose but not bad. Charlie took a few steps, sighing with contentment. It felt so good to wear shoes again!

“The uniform, too. It’ll keep ya warm.” Decker’s mouth quirked. “‘Course that means I don’t get to admire yer backside no more. You got a seriously huge and jiggly butt, bro. Just the way I like all my bitches.” He placed a hand on Charlie’s ample buttocks as he said this, squeezing. Charlie was in heaven. For a moment, he hoped Decker would push him up against the truck but instead the jock stepped away, shaking his head. “Nope. Can’t get distracted by a pretty piece of ass right now. We gotta find a place to camp.”

He shrugged the backpack higher up on his shoulders and set off. Disappointed and aroused, Charlie cinched the too-big trousers around his waist and pulled on the shirt, staggering after him.

***

They set up camp on the far side of a rock outcropping. It was far enough from the two-track and the island to ensure they would remain undetected. There was a small crevice they could shelter in at night and the rock blocked the light of their fire. As long as they were careful to douse the flames before sunrise, they could cook their food without fear.

The best part of the campsite was the small brook and clear pool of water just paces away from the cave. While Decker headed out to hunt for supper, Charlie busied himself gathering sticks and tinder and digging a firepit. He wanted everything to be ready by the time Decker returned. Only when he was satisfied with the state of the camp did he allow himself to soak in the pool.

He stripped out of the oversized uniform that smelled strongly of body odor and let himself sink into the water, sighing with contentment. The pool was lukewarm which made sense this close to the extinct volcano and he nearly drifted off to sleep before waking again just before sunset. He was squatting down beside the pool and dousing his hair with water when he heard a noise behind him. He gave a jolt a moment later when he looked down between his thighs to find Decker’s face grinning back up at him. The jock had sneaked up behind him and laid down on his back, scooting forward until his head was between Charlie’s feet.

Decker winked. “I tole ya my tongue was gonna go everywhere, bro.” He stuck it out at him, wagging it salaciously. “And the first place it’s goin’ is yer hot lil’ hole.”

Charlie braced and gave a startled yelp as he made good on his promise. Soon, the jock’s tongue was making love to his pucker, lapping and slurping and rolling around with relish. Charlie moaned loudly, his dick standing rigidly at attention between his legs. Decker really knew what he was doing! Never in his wildest dreams would have expected that school’s top jock would be licking him down there!

One thing led to another and Decker was naked, too. He cradled Charlie in his arms, easing him backward. “You ready for me, bro?” he panted in his ear. “I’m pretty big. You want a big man-cock inside you?”

Charlie answered by relaxing into the big jock’s grasp. He wiggled his butt backwards until he felt the most amazing sensation in his young life: A big, thick, pulsing cockhead poised against his most intimate part. 

Decker chuckled with approval, spitting into his palm and slicking up his tool. “Sorry but I don’t got no lube, bro.” He worked his foreskin back, exposing his tender glans and pressing it tentatively against Charlie’s pucker. “I’ll be gentle…this time.”

True to his word, his hard body molded itself against Charlie’s smaller, softer one and very, very slowly, he worked his cockhead inside him. Charlie gasped as he felt his asshole part and invite in the biggest, hardest cock imaginable. Decker wasn’t just big, he was huge!

He’d thought a lot about sex, especially since his little dicklet had started to get (slightly) bigger and he sprouted hair around his testicles. He’d imagined what it would be like but somehow he’d always thought that he would be the one doing the fucking, not the other way around. Getting fucked up the ass had never entered his mind. He didn’t know why. It seemed silly now, especially when it was abundantly clear that he was so well suited to being on the bottom.

Decker took Charlie’s tiny boy-dick in his big hand and stroked him as he bucked against his hole, driving himself deeper and deeper. Charlie moaned, still not certain he liked this but then Decker’s pecker hit his prostate and he wondered no more. Butt sex was the best! He squealed happily when the jock began to stimulate him in just the right way, edging them both closer to orgasm. 

When his cock erupted with cum, he was amazed that he could feel Decker’s doing the same thing inside him. The big tool spasmed, pulsing with life, as it coated his insides with all that potent seed. Murmuring soothingly in his ear, Decker pulled him down onto his lap and cuddled him, his cock still throbbing. A low, soft moan escaped his lips. He was deeply satisfied. Charlie had done well and he told him so.

“The. Best. Sex. Ever,” he declared, kissing the back of his neck. “You’re amazing, bro. If yer tight hole hadn’t convinced me otherwise, I woulda thought you done this before.”

Charlie beamed with this praise but couldn’t resist asking in a timid voice, “Can I do you next?”

“Ha! Hahaha!” Decker acted like this was the funniest thing ever. “Me? Get fucked? By you? Haha! My ass is a one-way street, bro. I’ve never been fucked. I’m always on top. Haha!”

“I was serious,” Charlie protested, hurt. “I want to–”

Decker stopped him with a kiss. “I’ll tell ya what, bro.” He licked Charlie’s lips with his expert tongue…the same one that had licked his asshole not long ago. “If we pull this off and get those boys to safety, you can fuck my hole. I’ll bend over and drop my pants in front of everyone and they’ll all watch Charlie Gonzaga steal my gay cherry.” He looked off to the side as he said this. Was he teasing him?

“I’m gonna hold you to that, Ok?” Charlie boldly reached down and wedged a hand in the crack of Decker’s fuzzy butt. His finger tickled the jock’s little rosebud, making him squirm. “A promise is a promise.”

Decker gently moved his hand away from his hole, pledging, “I never go back on a promise but you really can’t touch me there now. I don’t like it. It’s not manly.”

“Oh, really? How do you think I feel now that you’ve split me down the middle?”

Decker looked down. “That’s different. Yer a bottom an’ I’m a top. Yer made for this. I’m not. That’s just the way it is.”

Charlie set his jaw, annoyed. Suddenly, he didn’t want to be on the end of Decker’s cock any more and asked, “Can you maybe, uh, pull out? I’m really hungry and need to eat!”

Decker looked chagrined. “Uh, yeah, well, about that…”

“What?” Charlie attempted to pull away but found he couldn’t. Decker was stuck inside him!

The jock was apologetic. “We’re, um, gonna have to wait a while before we can separate.” His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “It’s a…well, it’s a thing with me. Once we join, we’re stuck together for at least an hour.”

“WHAT?!” Charlie wiggled his bottom, trying harder to separate but it was no use; the dude’s dick wouldn’t budge. They were firmly stuck together.

Flustered, Decker said, “I’m really sorry, bro! I shoulda warned ya before! It’s juss that, you know, one thing led to another…” He grunted when Charlie redoubled his efforts to break free. “If ya keep doin’ that, yer gonna get me turned on again and it’ll take even longer before we can unjoin.”

Charlie stared at him, sweat dripping down his face. “Is it always like this?”

Decker nodded, chagrined. “With me, yeah.”

Charlie had thought he was pretty well educated on the, ahem, in and outs of anal sex but he’d never actually done it before. Maybe this prolonged joining was a thing he missed? In any case, he felt compelled to ask, “How about other guys?” 

“There ain’t gonna be no other guys.” Decker’s voice was firm, like his pulsing cock. “I mate for life, bro.”

“I didn’t mean that! I meant–”

“I knew what you meant,” Decker said, smiling. “And, no, it’s not like this with other guys but yer never gonna need to worry ‘bout, right? Yer stuck with me. Literally. You ain’t gonna find nobody else who fits ya like I do, bro. I just ruined you for other guys.”

Charlie gave him the gimlet eyeball as he settled down on the boy’s lap and proceeded to wait out the next hour with an extremely empty stomach. “That’s settled it,” he grumbled. “Next time, I’m fucking you and nothing you say is gonna change my mind.”

***

Chapter 3

After they were finally able to separate, Decker made it up to him by showing him that night’s dinner: A young deer. The animal had been field dressed and skinned and was ready to be cut up and roasted. Charlie stared at it, forgetting all about his sore butthole and the indignity of being locked onto Decker’s cock for more than an hour. 

He looked from the deer to Decker and back, mouth already watering. “Fuck, bro! How’d you kill a deer? Did you shoot it?”

Decker looked off to the side. “Uh, no. I mean, I can’t use the rifle without letting the Parasites know we’re here, right?”

“How’d you do it then?”

“I, well, I got lucky, I guess.” Decker stared at his feet, dragging a foot through the dirt. He was acting incredibly guilty. 

Charlie knew he wasn’t telling him something but he was too hungry to press him for details. He had to eat!

That night, they gorged on venison steaks, the tenderest and most delicious meat that Charlie had ever tasted. It was so good that he even forgave Decker for being such a prick about being on top.

***

The next day, he awoke feeling ill. Rolling over onto his side, he clutched at his stomach, moaning softly.

“You Ok, bro?” Decker asked, uncurling his long, firm body from around him.

“I think so. Maybe it was something I ate?” Charlie probed around his stomach as he said this, wincing in pain. Everything below his navel hurt. Even his balls were aching! He cradled them in his hand, jerking back in surprise as he did so.

“What’s wrong?” Decker’s voice was so tender, so caring. He leaned over and nibbled Charlie’s ear affectionately, making him giggle.

“Nothing. I mean, it’s weird. My balls feel smaller. Almost like they’re shrinking. Even my dick is–”

“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.” Decker sounded very certain of this. “You’ll be fine. Just relax and let it happen.”

“Let what happen?”

But Decker was already yawning and stretching, getting up to stoke the fire. The sky was already beginning to glow in the east and they needed to eat before it was fully light. “You juss lie here,” Decker soothed, mussing his hair and giving him a peck on the cheek. “Lemme take care of everything.”

That day, Decker was unusually attentive. He went out of his way to care for him, lavishing him with affection and playfully touching him, caressing him and generally petting him. Charlie laughed as the bigger boy scampered around him like a happy puppy, jumping and cavorting. He’d never seen the jock behave like this and found it very endearing. It mostly distracted him from his discomfort until he went to pee and realized he needed to squat down to do it. His penis–small under the best of circumstances–had retracted so far that only the fringe of his foreskin and the tip of his glans protruded from his lightly-haired pubes. He winced both in pain and embarrassment as he squatted behind a shrub. What the fuck was going on?

Decker got frisky after lunch, yanking down his football tights and liberating his massive cock from his jockstrap. Settling back against a tree stump, he patted his lap. “C’mere, babe. I’m horny. I wanna fuck.”

Charlie stared at him, tempted by the sight of the turned-on stud but also not in the mood. His butthole still ached from taking that giant tool the day before and his weird stomach issues left him feeling weak and grumpy. Plus, he didn’t relish being stuck for another hour, fused to the big jock while his cock throbbed inside his hole.

“Thanks but I’ll pass.” Charlie smiled when Decker thrust out his lower lip in a pout. “Sorry.”  Decker didn’t give up, though, and wagged his erection at him enticingly but Charlie merely frowned. “Nope. Not gonna happen. ‘Sides, I tole ya yesterday that the next time we fuck, I’m gonna be on top.”

“How ya gonna do that with yer little prick?” Decker challenged, annoyed that Charlie wouldn’t give in. Then, worried he’d upset him, he opened his arms, entreating, “C’mon, bro! Juss lemme fuck ya. Please? Yer pussy’s the best I’ve ever had. I need it!”

Charlie put his hands on his hips. “No. Now stop asking. I told you I don’t want to.”

Decker set his jaw, eyes flashing. Charlie could see that the jock was not used to being denied. This was a whole new side to the guy that he hadn’t witnessed before and it made Decker seem a lot less attractive. The jock stood up and stuffed his cock back into his jock before cinching the drawstring of his tights and stomping off. Charlie sighed, watching him leave. He wondered if he’d done the right thing the day before, giving into his primal urges and letting the jock fuck him. Was Decker really someone he wanted to be with?

Charlie wandered off in the opposite direction from Decker. He wasn’t angry at him, just confused and a little hurt. He’d idolized the guy for so long that it was bewildering to realize that Decker wasn’t perfect. It upset him more than it should have and he wanted to understand why. So you had sex with him, the voice inside his head reasoned, It could just be a one-time thing. Don’t make it out to be more than it is.

He sighed, trudging along through the pine forest, kicking up needles. The sun was high in the sky overhead and there was nothing to do until tomorrow, the big day when they would raid the Parasite’s base and (attempt to) rescue their classmates. Charlie wished it was tomorrow already because he hated waiting and he really didn’t want to see more of Decker’s ugly side. When will this all be over? He wanted to go home. Go anywhere but here.

He sat down on a rocky ledge that overlooked the valley below. The mountainside fell off steeply, dropping down toward the caldera of Devil’s Lake. He sat there, swinging his legs and holding his aching stomach, studying the little island in the center. It looked so benign. Harmless, really. What had it been before the pandemic? An exclusive mountain getaway for the rich? God, that seemed like so long ago and it was just a decade ago. He’d been six when the pandemic hit. Six!

“Hey.”

He looked up, shielding his eyes from the sun, to discover that Decker had crept up behind him. He was so stealthy that Charlie hadn’t heard him. He gave him a wan smile, “Hey.”

Decker slumped down beside him, shoulders hunched. “Listen, Gonzaga. I’m sorry.”

“Oh?”

Decker turned and looked at him before looking away. He stared out ahead, taking in the vista without really seeing any of it. “I’m…not good at being a mate yet. I got a lot to learn.”

“Really?”

Decker smiled. “God, you really are sarcastic, you know that?”

Charlie’s mouth twitched. “No.”

The jock’s big arm was over his shoulders and Charlie consented to being hugged. “Can you forgive me?” Decker murmured, kissing his ear. “I’m a fucker, I know. And I screw up and do stupid shit a lot.” He spread his hands. “I’ve never done this before. I mean, been mated. It’s new.”

“Why do you keep calling it that?” Charlie fixed him with his steady gaze, not letting Decker off the hook. “We had sex. That’s it. We’re not anything yet. Maybe we never will be? Besides, if we do start going out, we’ll be boyfriends, not…mates.” He made a face. “Mating sounds like something animals do.”

Decker was quiet for a long time. Finally, he said, “I shoulda tole ya before we did it. I was wrong not to.” He took Charlie’s face in his hands, holding him gently. “I can’t just have sex with you and let you go. You’re special. You’re the one. We’ll be together for the rest of our lives, Gonzaga. I can’t change that and neither can you now.”

Charlie blinked. “What? Decker, that doesn’t–”

Decker’s mouth was over his. He gasped, trying to push him away, but Decker’s tongue was already inside his throat, pressing into him, searching him desperately. When he didn’t respond in kind, Decker froze. His eyelids opened and he pulled back, green eyes scouring Charlie’s face. Charlie stared back at him, not giving him an inch. Then he watched, incredulous, as Decker’s lower lip began to tremble and tears filled his eyes. Finally, he dropped his face in his hands, sobbing, “I’m sorry, bro. I really am! God, I suck at this! This ain’t how it’s sposed to go. Dad always said it was easy!”

Charlie placed a hand on his shoulder and sighed, touched in spite of himself. “You’re trying too hard. I’m not saying that I don’t love you or that I don’t want to be with you. I just don’t know yet.” He squeezed the jock’s incredibly bulky deltoid. “We need to get to know each other better. Decker, I don’t really know anything about you! Until two days ago, we barely said three words to each other. Just give it time.”

Decker’s actions had just confirmed what he’d suspected: The jock was accustomed to being fawned over and getting his way. Being the best at everything, being stronger and faster and more handsome than anyone else…well, it had spoiled Cal Decker as much as it had stunted his emotional growth. He might tower over others in height and prowess but Charlie was more grown up in some ways. Charlie knew what it was like to fail, to disappoint. Above all, he knew what it was like to be invisible and to be the object of scorn. He’d never been big or fast or smart or handsome. He’d always just been…himself. And that, it turned out, was more than Decker had.

“Here.” He held out his arms and this time it was Decker who clung to him, burying his face against his shoulder and bawling like a little baby.

***

Decker showed up at the campsite near dark with a pair of spruce grouse. They’d already been plucked and gutted and were ready for the spit. He dropped them in Charlie’s lap, folding down next to him and getting busy with starting the fire. Charlie stared at the birds, wondering how Decker managed to kill them without any weapon beyond his hunting knife. Rolling their rubbery, plucked bodies around in his hands, he studied them carefully. Decker had cut off their heads but he saw something curious on their necks. They looked like…

“Here, gimme that.” Decker snatched the birds out of his hands before Charlie could ask him about the strange marks. 

The tension between them had begun to ease since that afternoon and they ate in companionable silence. Charlie sat between Decker’s legs, allowing the bigger boy to feed him. Decker teased him with a bit of particularly moist meat, pulling it away when Charlie tried to bite down. “Easy, boy,” he teased. “Watch those teeth!”

“Just give it here.” Charlie grabbed the meat out of Decker’s fingers and stuffed it in his mouth, grinning in victory back at him.

Decker laughed, wrapping his arms around his middle and resting his chin on his shoulder. “Charlie,” he whispered, “I’m so happy you’re with me.”

Charlie smiled. “I feel the same way. I’ve always had a crush on you. Did you know that?”

“Yeah, ‘course I did.” Decker kissed his ear. “You can’t resist me.”

“Haha! Really? You saw me earlier, right? I’d say I did a pretty good job of resisting your charms.”

Decker inched forward and Charlie gave a start when he realized the boy was erect. That ridiculously huge monster was pressed firmly against the cleft of his buttocks. As he sat there, suddenly aroused, Decker undressed him, inching his pants down his hips and urging him to sit up so he could slip them off. Charlie did so, breathless. His heart was pounding in his chest and his crotch was so hot, it felt moist.

“Are you resisting now?”

“Ungh! No!” he gasped, on fire for that cock.

“Good. Let’s mate again.”

And they did.

Decker pushed him onto his hands and knees and, spitting into his palm, slicked up his dick, entering Charlie violently from behind. Charlie cried out at the ferocity of his attack but his hole had already been wrecked and Decker slid inside without any trouble. Charlie’s vision swam and he gasped for air, feeling like Decker’s pecker was increasing in size and mass with each thrust. Soon, he felt like he was going to tear wide open and he pleaded with him to slow down. Blessedly, Decker obeyed and stopped, wrapping his sweaty body around Charlie’s torso and kissing his neck. His cock was lodged so far up his ass that Charlie could feel it poking out from his stomach. Decker teased him with micro thrusts, dropping a hand down to caress his buried nub. Soon, Charlie was spasming, coating Decker’s fingers with his spume. Decker grunted, reaching orgasm and soaking his insides with his potent cum.

This time, Charlie didn’t mind being locked onto Decker. Unlike the night before, his stomach was full and he was relaxed, drifting on the currents of postcoital bliss. Decker and he fit so perfectly together! It was like their bodies were meant for each other. It felt good. More than good. It felt right. Maybe he could get used to this? He still wanted to know what it was like to fuck Decker but he also had to admit that being fucked was pretty fun, especially by a cock as big and hard as Decker’s.

Decker coaxed him forward and they crawled, still locked together, toward the pool. Soon, he was reclining in the water, nestled against Decker’s broad chest, and sighing with contentment. Decker’s dick was pulsed hungrily inside him, still hard and leaking cum. At times like this, he never wanted to separate. He wanted to be part of Decker forever.

“Me, too.”

Charlie gave a start, not realizing he’d said the words aloud.

Decker rubbed his belly, letting his hand drop down between Charlie’s legs where he massaged the little crease that had appeared down there, enveloping his now buried cock. His penis had was basically gone now, having shrunk up inside him. When Charlie looked down, he was surprised to see that his balls were gone, too. Even his nutsac had disappeared, or maybe it was more accurate to say it had deflated? Now instead of a cock and balls, he had two fleshy lips between his thighs.

“Decker, what happened to my–?”

“Shhh, just go with it. Relax.” The jock’s finger traced the delicate lip of his crease and Charlie moaned. “It’s all gonna be just fine.” His words were soporific and Charlie cuddled against him, feeling woozy and happy as Decker fingered him, sliding deeper and deeper into the juicy cleft that shouldn’t be there. Shouldn’t be there at all…

***

Chapter 4

The fatal night had arrived. Charlie was parked in a truck they’d commandeered earlier in the day, waiting near the causeway to the island. His stomach fluttered, both out of nervousness and because he was so unnerved by the changes in his body. He shivered, wondering what the fuck was happening to him. Nothing from the past several days felt real. It was all a crazy dream. 

Don’t think about it. Just focus! he warned himself, squeezing his legs together and trying to ignore the absence of his manhood. He scanned the dark horizon of Devil’s Lake, searching for the explosions that were Decker’s signal. They would mean it was time for him to drive across the bridge and rescue the boys.

He was shaking from fear, both at the possibility of being discovered and from witnessing Decker in action. Earlier that day, they’d dug a trench across a strategic part of the two-track, making a pit. Digging it deep enough to trap a truck, they’d labored with their hands and a couple of sharp rocks. Their fingers were bloody and they were drenched with sweat by the time it was deep enough. “Now let’s cover it up,” Decker ordered, covering the pit with debris to conceal it from casual view. 

And then they waited. 

It didn’t take long. Less than an hour later, a truck came speeding down the trail and sailed right into the trench. Instantly stuck, it sat there, its huge wheels spinning ineffectually.

Decker was ready.

With startled surprise, Charlie watched the jock transform into a ruthless killing machine. Gripping his hunting knife, he flung himself into the cab of the truck and sliced open the driver’s throat, pulling him out, gurgling, and dumping him on the side of the trail. The huge, bearded man grabbed at the wound, eyes bugging out in surprise as he stared up at the boy. A strange hissing noise erupted from the slash wound and tendrils of what appeared to be smoke rose upward, hanging in the air overhead.

Decker stared at the still-twitching corpse, turning it over with his foot. Charlie’s eyebrows went up. “Isn’t he the–?”

“Yeah, it’s the school custodian,” Decker finished for him. “The fucker! I never guessed he was one of them!” He looked up at Charlie, frowning. “Guess we know who sold us out, bro. It was an inside job, just like I thought.” He mopped his forehead, wondering, “How’d I miss him? I didn’t smell him at all! I can always smell ‘em!”

As Charlie looked on queasily, Decker knelt down and rummaged through the dead man’s pockets, eventually extracting a small plastic bottle. He turned it over and swore under his breath as he read the label, ‘Human Scent.’

“Jesus!” Charlie exclaimed, reading it over his shoulder. “They have human scent just like we have deer scent!”

Decker nodded. “Yeah. Fuck. I guess it makes sense. Now I know why I didn’t smell him.”

Shaking his head, Decker dragged the corpse into the woods and buried it in a hole they’d dug after making the trench. Charlie watched him clean up all traces of blood and cover the drag marks from the body’s passage, dousing the area liberally with buck scent to conceal the smell of death. He then busied himself with freeing the truck from the rut. After a few minutes, he succeeded and leaned out of the driver’s side window, a grin on his blood-spattered face.

“Ready, Gonzaga? Let’s go!”

Charlie climbed in. He was in shock, barely aware that they were moving. Decker drove to a sheltered grove, the perfect spot to hide the truck until nightfall. Once there, they covered it with a camouflaged tarp that Decker had found somewhere during one of his late-night excursions. All of his actions spoke to calm confidence, the actions of a boy who knew what he was doing. Charlie didn’t need to ask him to know that Decker had killed before.

“You Ok?” Decker asked finally after they’d hidden the truck and were laboring to cover up the tire tracks. He paused while sweeping leaves back into place with a pine branch. “You look pretty freaked out.” He squinted, studying Charlie’s face. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen one of ‘em killed before?”

Charlie shook his head. “No, I haven’t.” He couldn’t decide what bothered him more: Seeing Decker murder the man or witnessing Decker’s excitement during the deed.

“They’re animals, Gonzaga.” Decker’s eyes bored into him. “You know that, right? Nuthin’ but animals. I felt no different killing him than when I kill a rabbit or a deer.”

Charlie’s whole body felt cold. “They’re people, Decker. Or at least they used to be. Before–”

“I know, I know! And the sky is blue and the trees are green.” Decker waved his hand impatiently. “They were people. They’re not anymore. Simple as that. We were lucky it was daytime and it hadn’t changed. At night, they’re a lot harder to kill.”

“He, not it,” Charlie corrected.

Decker froze, searching his face intently. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue but then he stopped himself, saying, “Let’s not talk ‘bout this here. Let’s finish up and talk when we’re back at camp, Ok?”

Charlie nodded, expecting that Decker wouldn’t bring it up again but he should have known better; Decker was always true to his word. He broached the topic while they were gnawing on a couple of roasted squirrel carcasses over lunch.

“So,” the jock began, “the Parasites. I wanna hear yer thoughts. It’s important we understand each other before tonight ‘cuz I need to know yer head’s in the game and yer not gonna wimp out on me.”

“I’m not a wimp!” Charlie insisted, angry that Decker would think that of him. “And I won’t let you down.” He fixed Decker with his defiant gaze. “I would never let you down.”

Decker hung his head. “Sorry, bro. I didn’t mean no offense. I’m…well, let’s just say I have a vested interest in exterminating them. All of them.”

Charlie took a deep breath. “We’re all infected, Decker. There’s no way to exterminate them because any of us can become one of them.”

“No, that’s not true.” Decker was bristling, clenching his hands. “We don’t turn unless they turn us first. Get rid of them and the problem’s solved.”

“I wish it was that easy.” Charlie looked down at his own hands, wondering about the virus in his bloodstream. “The truth is we need them. We can’t reproduce without them. Humanity will die out if we kill all of them.”

He was surprised by Decker’s vehement reaction. “That’s a lie!” he shouted, rocketing to his feet. “We can survive without them. Fuck, we can do more than that! We can thrive!” He jabbed his thumbs at his chest. “I’m livin’ proof of that!”

Huh? Charlie was opening his mouth to ask him to elaborate when a Monarch butterfly drifted past on the breeze, alighting momentarily on a nearby bush. It spread its beautiful orange and black dappled wings, catching the sunlight and making him smile. A butterfly, he thought. A butterfly? Hmmm, what if…? 

“What’re ya thinkin’ ‘bout, bro?”

He turned and lost himself in Decker’s beautiful eyes. “Nothing.” Behind Decker, the butterfly stretched its wings and fluttered away, so delicate and so fragile. “I mean, I was just thinking about parasites. You see, Monarch caterpillars are parasites on milkweed and yet when they change into butterflies, they pollinate the same plants they harmed. It’s weird, isn’t it? I mean, what if the–”

“Don’t!” Decker interrupted. “Don’t! There’s no comparison! The Parasites ain’t butterflies, dude! They’re killers! Ruthless, fucking killers who do unspeakable things to people! Do you understand? There ain’t no butterflies out there that are killers. It’s not the same at all!”

Even though he knew he was on shaky footing with Decker, Charlie was not one to back down from an argument, especially when he believed he was right. “Maybe they’re not all killers,” he started to say, “maybe they’re…?” He stopped, though, when he saw the expression on Decker’s face.

Decker opened and closed his mouth several times before he managed to croak, “Don’t you ever say that. You hear me? Don’t you ever say that to me again!” Tears were in his eyes. “Not after what I’ve seen. Not after what they did to my–” His voice choked off and he cradled his face in his hands, sobbing openly.

Shit, now I’ve gone and made him cry! WTF is wrong with me? Frantically wondering how he could walk this back, Charlie wanted badly to comfort him but he sensed that now was not the time. Instead, he sat there awkwardly, heart breaking at Decker’s distress, the distress he’d just caused. Clearly, there was much of Decker’s past that he didn’t know. Charlie, why do you always have to be right?

Not knowing what else to do, he reached out and pulled Decker’s hunting knife from its sheath. It was still smeared with blackened blood from the attack so he cleaned it off on some leaves. Once it was clean, he squinted at the blade, realizing he’d never seen anything like it before. Made of silvery metal honed to a wicked edge, its hilt was embossed with a symbol he didn’t recognize. It looked like a Medieval crest of some sort. He resolved to ask Decker about it after he stopped being mad at him.

He slid the knife back into the sheath, patting Decker on the arm. “I’m sorry, Deck. I really am! I didn’t know. I won’t ever say anything like that again.”

Decker looked up at him, his eyes red-rimmed and teary. “Deck,” he repeated. “You called me, ‘Deck.’”

“Yeah?”

Decker smiled. It was like the sun coming out from behind storm clouds. “I like it.” He studied Charlie closely then, seeming like he was seeing him for the first time. His gaze held both love and a wary respect. 

It touched Charlie, made him feel generous. “Alright, you win.” He held up his hands. “You’re right. They are animals. We have to save our friends and the only way we’re going to do that is if we kill the Parasites.”

Decker sagged with relief. “Good. I’m glad we’re in agreement. You’re gonna have a gun tonight. Are you sure you can use it when you need to?”

“Yes.”

“Ex-cel-lent.” Decker placed his hand on Charlie’s knee, squeezing it. “Now lemme give ya some pointers on how to shoot. I found a silencer that’ll keep ‘em from hearin’ us. I wanna see you hit some targets.”

They got up and put their disagreement behind them, focusing on target practice for the rest of the day. It kept their minds off the impending showdown that night. Well, mostly…

***

There it was finally.

An explosion. 

And then another.

Orange mushroom clouds blossomed over the island before him. Devil’s Island, he thought. Right now, it looked much like its name suggested.

The island rose out of the hazy water, a mere bridge’s span away. He was sitting in the truck, poised on the edge of that bridge. Decker had tasked him with driving the getaway vehicle. 

It was a simple plan, one that could not fail: Decker would make his way onto the island, set the explosives and ignite them. The detonation would create confusion, make the enemy think they were under attack. In the chaos that ensued, Charlie would drive the truck across the bridge and through the barricades. Decker would be waiting for him on the other side with the boys. He assured him that he could get them out of their holding cell by the time Charlie arrived. (‘Trust me, bro,’ he’d muttered. ‘I got this. I’ll be there with ‘em. You just drive the truck through them barricades, alright?’) Once Charlie rammed through the barricades, he was to load the boys inside and drive them to a prearranged meeting spot. Decker would stay behind to detonate the final charges that would explode the bridge, swim back and meet up with them later.

Simple, right? 

What could go wrong?

Well, for starters, Charlie had never driven a car before, much less a giant truck.

His hand was shaking on the ignition. He seriously wondered if he could do this. Decker had shown him how to shift, letting him practice a few times. All ya gotta remember is how to put it in first gear and how to put it in reverse, he’d said, clapping him on the shoulder. It’s easy. Juss like ridin’ a bike. Charlie hadn’t told him that he’d never ridden a bicycle, either.

“Here goes nothing,” he breathed, cranking the ignition and pushing in the clutch as the engine roared to life. And just like that, he was barreling down the causeway, heading straight for the barricades. He accelerated, going fast as he dared, before bracing for the collision. The truck smashed through with only minimal impact and Charlie careened to a stop, looking around in panic for Decker.

He needn’t have worried. There was his friend, calm and steady and self-assured as always. Still wearing his football jersey, tights and cleats, he stepped into the glare of the headlights and, shielding his eyes, gave Charlie the thumbs up. The abducted boys trailed along behind him. They were naked and afraid, stripped of their usual cockiness. Their expressions were haunted.

Another explosion and more chaos. Around them, the island was ablaze. Charlie could hear shouting and muffled thuds but he didn’t see anyone. As Decker threw open the back door and herded the boys inside, Charlie looked up and his chest froze.

Overhead was the Blood Moon.

The last sliver of the full moon was being devoured by the Earth’s shadow. He stared, transfixed by the bloody orange orb that remained. He’d never seen a lunar eclipse before. There was something primal about it. He could almost feel his own blood being tugged by the moon’s gravity. It wanted him. Called to him.

It was time for the ritual.

At that moment, a shadowy figure climbed the flaming ramparts and was momentarily silhouetted by the bloody moon. Charlie’s skin crawled. The…thing…before them could no longer even be considered human. Decker was right, he realized with a start. They weren’t human. They really were just animals.

“Go. Go. GO!” Decker shouted, slamming the doors shut. “Get the fuck outta here, Charlie!”

Charlie jumped, startled out of his fear. He grabbed the shifter and pushed down on the clutch with his foot. It took him a few tries and he ground the gears. Outside the cab, Decker was growing frantic. Charlie doubled down, breathing deeply, and this time succeeded in shifting into reverse. The truck backed up, running over something soft and crunchy as it did so. Charlie didn’t want to think about what it might be. And then he was shifting into first. The truck’s engine revved and he tore off, gaining momentum as he zipped across the bridge.

They were free!

The boys were safe again!

Decker had done it!

It didn’t seem possible.

Yeah, it was all a strange dream. A dream as terrifying as it was electrifying. Him and Decker? Ha! They’d done it. In more ways than one, he thought, clenching his sore butthole even as he clenched the steering wheel.

Back on dry land, he drove the truck to the secluded spot deep in the forest. Now all he needed to do was check on the boys, get them warmed up and ready for Decker’s return. He smiled. He couldn’t wait to kiss Decker.

***

Chapter 5

Decker never showed up.

“C’mon, Gonzaga,” Mitchel Kraus begged a half hour past the appointed time when Decker was supposed to join them. “Let’s just go. Decker can fend for himself. We need to get outta here!” A couple of the other boys mumbled their assent.

Charlie stared at the insolent fucker in disbelief. His gaze must have been particularly fiery because Mitchel drew back in fear. “He just fuckin’ saved yer fuckin’ life, Mitch! How the fuck can you say that?” He drew himself up to his full height and got in the kid’s face. “We’re not leavin’ him behind. Nobody gets left behind. Remember?”

Mitchel clutched the blanket around his shoulders, trying to placate him. “Alright! Alright! Geeze, what’s wrong with you? Are you going out with him or sumthin’? Yer actin’ like such a protective bitch.”

“Yes, I am,” Charlie stated coldly. “And I’ll do anything for him. You know why? ‘Cuz he’s already done everything for us.” He folded his arms and sat back against the truck’s fender in a huff. The only light was from the bloody moon overhead but it was enough for him to see Mitchel’s face. Awe and a grudging respect were written across it.

Another half hour came and went and Charlie made up his mind.

“You guys stay here. I’m going back to see what’s going on.”

As he expected, none of the boys made a move to stop him. No one volunteered to join him, either. He snorted to himself, unable to believe that he and Decker had risked their lives for these fuckers. He stomped off back toward the island.

***

The bridge was gone. At least Decker had succeeded in doing that. Only bits of flotsam bobbed in the water, the remnants of the rickety structure. Charlie surveyed the wreckage grimly, awash in the ominous light of the Blood Moon. The eclipse was beginning to recede as the Earth’s shadow moved away and sunlight once again illuminated the surface of the moon. It was still plenty bloody, though.

He knew what he had to do.

Stripping out of his clothes, he dipped a toe in the frigid water. Jesus, it was cold! He steeled himself, wading in until he was up to his tender pussy lips and then braced himself before plunging in. 

The swim to the island was the most harrowing of his life. At times, the water was so cold that he doubted he would make it. Somehow, though, he soldiered on, grimly thrashing his way closer and closer to the shore. He had a headache from the cold and his arms and legs were numb but he made it.

Yeah, he made it.

Now he had to find Decker.

Shaking off the water, he pulled himself up onto a wooden piling and looked around. The place was in shambles, destroyed by the explosive charges that Decker had set off. There was twisted wreckage as far as he could see. In the distance, though, he could see a dim, orange glow. His skin prickled. Something told him that he would find Decker there.

Lacking shoes and with only the light of the Blood Moon, he picked his way gingerly toward the blaze. As he drew closer, he could hear low, guttural voices. Almost like dogs growling. His hands started to shake but he sternly told himself to man up. He was here for Decker and wouldn’t leave without him.

He crept forward, exercising the stealth skills he’d learned from Decker. The big jock had taught him a lot in a few days; he soaked it in like a sponge, determined to make his boyfriend proud. Ducking beneath smoldering beams, he came to a low wall. Atop the wall was the biggest creature he’d ever seen. It was hunched over with its hairy back to him, looking for all the world like a hideous gargoyle.

The sight of the beast unnerved him and he had to calm himself. He was glad the wind was blowing toward him, otherwise the creature would have smelled him and he’d be dead…or worse.

He retreated, edging his way over strewn timbers until he reached another low wall. This one appeared to be empty and he crept toward it, carefully pulling himself upward, just far enough so he could see over. He stifled a cry of dismay when he glimpsed what was on the other side.

Decker was captive! Completely naked with his hands zip-tied behind his back, he was being held between two enormous, hairy guards. Unlike during the daytime when they could revert to their human forms, at night Parasites became hideous monsters. Stronger than three men and loaded with muscles, their naked bodies were covered in black, filthy hair. Row upon row of fangs filled their mouths. Their faces were little more than gaping maws with slitted eyes that glowed red in the light of the guttering flames.

Charlie started to panic. He felt so tiny compared to these monsters. What could he do? He had to save Decker but he didn’t know how. Stay calm, a voice inside his mind told him. Breathe and relax. Look for a flaw. There’s got to be something, some way you can help. Stay calm until you see it.

He forced himself to take a deep breath, fading into the shadows to watch and wait for an opportunity to help. As he bided his time, the pack’s leader approached the captive boy, looming over him. Decker stared up at him stonily, his face a mask of cold hatred. Charlie had never seen him look like that before and it chilled him nearly as much as the sight of the leader.

There was no doubt this beast was the pack leader. He stood more than eight feet tall and his shoulders were as wide as a truck. His entire body was covered in a long, matted black fur and his eyes were like glistening rubies in the firelight. He sneered down at Decker, fangs splitting his face. 

Charlie quickly deduced that they had only recently captured Decker. The wounds on his taut body were fresh, still leaking rivulets of blood. He didn’t appear to be seriously injured which was a relief. Of course, they wouldn’t want to harm him, a cool voice said in the back of his mind, they need him intact for the ritual.

The ritual.

Fuck.

The fucking ritual!

He’d forgotten all about it.

“…still have you,” the alpha growled. “You’re a fine specimen. Firm and young.” He paused and, overcome with excited lust, raised his malformed muzzle into the air, letting loose a terrifying howl. “I’ll fuck you,” he slavered, in a near frenzy. “And then you’ll be my little bitch!” He bobbed his massive, knobby erection in Decker’s face. The boy clenched his jaw, keeping his gaze firmly averted from the leaking organ.

There was a chorus of howls as the surrounding pack members joined in. Charlie gave a start when he heard one very close by. Somehow, he’d picked a spot right above a hairy behemoth who had a rifle slung over his burly shoulder. His fur was greyish white and the most awful odor emanated off of him.

Decker was grinning. “You’re too late,” he bragged. “You can’t breed me.” His voice was cold. He was unafraid.

The pack leader froze, eyes dropping down to Decker’s face before slowly falling to land on the bullet pendant hanging around his neck. “A Tracker!” he yowled, impulsively reaching out to grab the pendant before stopping himself halfway. “You’re a Tracker!”

“Damn right I am,” Decker spat, puffing out his chest. “And proud of it!”

A Tracker? Decker told me before that’s what he is…but what’s a Tracker? Charlie pondered the term, his adrenalin-fast thoughts searching feverishly through his memories. Aha! He vaguely remembered hearing about Trackers before. He kicked himself for not figuring it out sooner. The signs had been there all along; he’d just been too clueless to piece them together. That explains why he’s so fucking prepared for everything! Huh. So, Decker’s family hunts down Parasites? Interesting.

“We’re a pack of hounds,” Decker bragged, gaining confidence in the face of the leader’s fear. “Hounds bred to kill wolves. Bred to kill you.”

The creature’s clawed hand was still hanging in the air between them. Charlie could tell he really wanted to rip the pendant off of Decker but his fear of the thing was palpable. As his pack members growled in anger around him, he lifted his muzzle and sniffed the air around Decker, fiery eyes glowing with sudden understanding. “You…mated?!” He let loose with an enraged howl. “You’ve already mated! How clever! Now I can’t breed you.” He pounded his clawed fist into Decker’s stomach in frustration but it had very little effect. Decker merely grinned up at him, savoring his outrage. Decker was nothing if not tough.

“It’s got your name on it,” the boy taunted, dipping his head at the bullet swinging on the silver chain around his neck. “This bullet’s gonna kill you, Ramos.”

Ramos? Charlie remembered the name scratched onto the bullet’s casing and understood. Ramos must be the name of the pack leader and Decker had planned from the beginning to kill him. 

And just like that another piece of the puzzle came together in his mind. Charlie had to resist the urge to clap his hand to his forehead. Shit, how could he have been so stupid?! It all made sense now. Decker had known from the beginning who was behind the attack on the school. He’d planned for it. Had the school hired him? Had he hid among the other students, pretending to be just another sheep in the flock, waiting to spring into action? Very clever. Very fucking clever! Certainly, he’d never guessed. Charlie had thought Decker was just another student. A particularly gifted student but a student nonetheless.

“You know who I am?” Ramos was taken aback by this declaration. The two creatures holding Decker lifted their muzzles and yowled at the sound of their leader’s name. They dug their claws cruelly into the boy’s flesh but Decker remained impassive even as fresh blood trickled down his arms. Ramos lowered his nose and sniffed Decker carefully, toothy mouth finally breaking into a haughty leer when he recognized the scent. “You’re his pup?” he slavered. “I remember killing him. He screamed when I fucked him. Screamed like a bitch in heat. That was your father, huh?”

Decker reacted violently to this taunt, straining against his bonds and fighting against the Parasites who held him down. They were too strong, though, and his resistance only amused Ramos. The pack leader grinned.

“I’ll enjoy killing you, too, pup. I’ll make you scream just like him.” His voice was like gravel in Charlie’s ears, grating and harsh. “I’ve made a point of hunting down your kind.” He laughed, a particularly guttural bark. “You Trackers! The lapdogs of the Militia! Always nipping at our heels! You think you’re so special because you can pass. Unlike us, you can hide among the humans, concealing your true natures, only changing when you want to. You make me sick!”

“We’re not lapdogs! And we don’t work for the Militia!” Decker spat. “We’re free and proud. We keep humans safe. We’re their protectors!”

Ramos merely laughed this off. His laughter sounded like a dog snarling. “Ha! Hahaha! Is that what you told your new bitch? Did he know what you were turning him into when you mated with him?” 

What does he mean? Charlie thought even as a pit of understanding formed in his stomach. He had a sick feeling he knew what Ramos was talking about him. Decker calls me his bitch sometimes. He lowered his head and stared at the cunt lips between his legs, knowing with finality that they wouldn’t ever go away. His penis was gone for good. Decker had seen to that. His bitch? Does that mean I’m–?

“I saved him,” Decker insisted. “He owed me for saving his life anyways. It was the least he could do. Plus, he’s protected now. You can’t turn him.”

“Because you already did!” Ramos snorted. “Such honor! Such integrity! Yes, I can see it. I can see how you Trackers are so much better than us! I’m sure your bitch will agree when he’s bearing litter after litter of your pups.”

Charlie’s stomach clenched in knots. Decker turned me into his bitch to…breed…me? He’s going to use me as his brood bitch? His knees almost buckled at this realization. Between his thighs, his new pussy lips went cold. How could he do that? He did it to me without asking! He turned me into his brood bitch on purpose!

Yes, that was exactly what Decker had done. And he wasn’t the least bit apologetic. Staring defiantly up at Ramos, he barked, “Shut up. It’s his duty.” He puffed out his chest. “It’s an honor to bear my young.”

Honor?! Charlie couldn’t believe his ears. He braced, chilled to the bone. He couldn’t believe that Decker would do this to him and then brag about it like Charlie was his property! 

Ramos watched Decker through narrowed eyes. He didn’t need to say anything because his point had been made. It was abundantly clear to everyone present how Decker was no different from them…with the sole exception of one person: Decker himself. Only he was oblivious, blinded by his arrogance.

Charlie clenched his hands into fists. He was so angry he was ready to abandon Decker, leaving him in the hands of the Parasites. Decker was an asshole and a liar! Decker was–

“I’m tired of this,” Ramos growled. “Time to make you scream, pup.”

He drew himself up to his full height, baring his fangs, getting ready to rip apart Decker’s neck. Charlie sucked his breath, suddenly fearing for Decker. Sure, the boy might be a deceitful fucker who had tricked him into becoming his brood bitch but he was also Cal Decker and he was special. There was no one else like him. As much as it irritated him to admit it, he loved the boy. Loved him fiercely and wasn’t about to watch him murdered. Charlie, how can you still love him when he’s done this to you? You’re a crazy bitch, you know it?

Things happened fast. Ramos ripped the pendant off of Decker’s neck, screaming in pain as the silver burned his flesh. This only served to stoke his bloodlust, though. Charlie watched as the bullet pendant skittered across the planks, coming to rest at the base of the very same wall behind which he was hiding. The big, grey brute on the other side stepped over the bullet carefully, adjusting the rifle on his furry shoulder.

It briefly seemed like Decker’s end was imminent but just as Ramos bared his fangs and prepared to bury them in the boy’s throat, the air was rent by a piercing shriek, followed quickly by another. Something heavy and bloody fell with a thud on the floor before Ramos. Everyone, including Charlie, stared at it, uncomprehending. It was quickly followed by another.

Behind Ramos, Decker was free and the pair of thugs who had been holding him were whining and covering their bloody groins with their paws.  Charlie swallowed, understanding belatedly that the bloody things lying at Ramos’ feet were their testicles. Decker had castrated them! But how?

It didn’t take him long to figure it out because Decker was already brandishing his knife, snarling up at Ramos as they faced off. He must have used the knife to sever his wrist restraints and castrate the guards. But where had he been hiding it? Charlie wondered. Decker was completely naked. There wasn’t anywhere he could conceal such a weapon.

Ramos was thrown off by this turn of events. He backed away from the boy, staring with concern at the silver blade in his hands. Decker’s eyes were fiery coals in the orange-silver light of the moon. His teeth were bared. As Charlie stared in utter disbelief, those teeth began to lengthen and sharpen. His lower jaw thrust forward in a distinct underbite and his lower canine teeth grew long, pushing up through his misshapen lips. His jowls swelled and sagged, the skin turning dark brown and growing spiky whiskers. Coarse, yellow fur sprouted from his shoulders, running in a thickening carpet down his chest. His neck widened and his face flattened as he became pug-nosed, looking for all the world like an enraged pitbull. His shoulders swelled with giant muscles and he grew more than a foot taller and several feet wider, nearly matching Ramos in size and weight.

What the fuck?! Decker is one of them?! Decker’s a Parasite, too?!

A Parasite, maybe, but different somehow from Ramos and his ilk. Less wolflike and more doglike. His face was that of a bulldog but the rest of his body was still mostly human. Yes, his body was covered in short, bristly, yellow fur but he was still basically human in shape. Well, except for the tail. Charlie watched as Decker sprouted a short, curly tail over his giant, furry buttocks. When Decker turned and spread his muscular haunches, Charlie was treated to the sight of his little pert rosebud. It winked at him from under that curly tail. 

He’s kind of hot, Charlie thought in spite of his fear and confusion. Something about the sight of the towering, muscular brute with a blunt, saggy doggy face kindled lust in his heart and Charlie felt himself getting turned on. Decker was just so big and bad and…ugly. Uglier than fuck, actually. He made the lupine Parasites look like cute, fluffy puppies in comparison.

Howling at the top of his lungs, the transformed Decker lunged at Ramos, slashing with his knife. (He still has fingers, Charlie noticed as if from a far away. He can still wield a knife!) Ramos danced away, baring his own fangs and calling out to his pack members to surround the rabid dog-man. They obeyed, except for the pair who had been castrated, and soon Decker’s momentary advantage was gone. He might have a silver blade and be almost as big and fierce as Ramos but he was only one against many.

The fight that ensued was a brutal, bloody melee. It all seemed to dissolve into chaos before Charlie’s eyes. Gradually, though, as his brain and eyes adjusted, he realized it was like an intricate dance. The Parasites didn’t want to get sliced by Decker’s blade and so they timed their attacks to avoid it. Decker had the opposite goal and used the silver knife to his advantage, trying desperately to even the odds. All he had was his teeth and blade and he had to make them count. 

It was a bloody dance, one that would have been beautiful if Decker’s life wasn’t at stake.

Charlie didn’t need to do the math to realize that Decker was doomed. He watched in growing distress as the brutish guard closest to him leveled the barrel of his rifle at Decker, waiting for the opportunity to shoot. What the fuck do I do? he wondered, completely out of his depth. He was tiny and naked and weak in comparison to these burly Parasites.

But Decker needed him.

Yes, he might be small but he was also the key to Decker’s survival.

It was simple.

Decker was in trouble and Charlie had to help him. He was his mate after all!

Casting off indecision, he scaled the wall and flung himself down on the Parasite with the gun. The beast wasn’t expecting his assault and, even though Charlie’s weight was insignificant, he had surprise and speed on his side. Ripping the rifle out the creature’s paws, he pivoted, dipping down to pick up the discarded pendant. The bullet had come free from the chain, a stroke of good fortune. He barely fumbled as he emptied the rifle’s chamber and loaded the silver bullet, whirling around and taking aim.

The dance seemed to freeze as time slowed to a halt and Ramos was right there. Right there! Charlie had a perfect shot at him!

He pulled the trigger.

A loud roar echoed through the compound, hurting his ears and causing everyone to freeze.

They all turned to see him, Charlie Gonzaga, naked and holding a smoking rifle, a ridiculous cunt between his legs. He laughed at their reactions. He might be more bitch than boy but he was still armed and he brandished the rifle menacingly. He didn’t care that the chamber was now empty. They didn’t know that!

As the echo of the gunshot reverbated farther than farther into the distance. Decker stared at him, ugly maw falling open. He was covered in blood, several gaping wounds scored deep in his furry chest. His flattened dog face snarled, floppy lips curling upward as he pronounced the name, “Char-lee?” He sounded dull and heavy, more of a bark-grunt than anything else.

“Yeah,” Charlie replied coolly. “It’s yer brood bitch come to save yer sorry ass.”

Beside Decker, Ramos’s eyes widened as he wove on his splayed paws before slowly toppling over. His claws were over his heart, trying to staunch the blood gushing out of the large bullet wound. Everyone turned to gape at him as he took his last ragged breath.

Charlie had killed him.

Ramos was dead.

***

The death of their leader threw the Parasites into disarray. Their eyes glazed over, arms falling to their sides, and began shambling around like zombies. The atmosphere was charged, alive, in the wake of Ramos’s death. It became like a wild animal, seeking a target. Passing over the Parasites and Decker, it settled over Charlie, possessing him like a dark ghost. 

At the time, Charlie wasn’t even aware of it. He was too focused on saving Decker. He didn’t wait for the leaderless Parasite to regroup and ran over to Decker’s prone body. Seriously wounded, the big jock was already reverting back to his human form, although his face was still uglier than shit. He stared dazedly up at him, blood leaking out of his fleshy, whiskered jowls.

“Can you walk?” Charlie asked. No answer. Decker started to close his eyes and Charlie gently slapped his short snout. “Stay with me, Decker. I’ve got you.” 

It must have been the adrenaline because Charlie felt pretty good. Better than good, actually. He felt powerful. He stood and, hoisting the limp boy onto his shoulders, turned and loped away. No one tried to stop them. He settled Decker over his shoulders as he sped across the wreckage, heading back to the lakeshore. He didn’t worry about hurting his feet. Shit, he didn’t feel any pain at all! It was like he was gliding on his powerful legs, jumping and pivoting around barriers. Nothing could stand in his way. He had to get Decker to safety. That was his sole purpose. Everything else was secondary.

Once they reached the lake, he ordered Decker to hold on tight. Decker obeyed, clinging to his big, furry body like a kitten, and Charlie slipped into the cold water, swimming easily across. He wasn’t even cold. All the fur helped. And the webbing between his toes. It was like his body had been designed for this. He was strong. He was powerful. He was a fucking warrior!

Reaching the place where he’d left the boys, he discovered they had driven the truck away. The ungrateful fuckers had left without them! He lifted his muzzle and howled at the moon, enraged. But then he sniffed the breeze and looked down at the trail. There were truck tracks. And the scent of boys. He knew the fuel tank had been nearly empty; they couldn’t have gotten far. He would find them.

He rearranged Decker on his shoulders. Only half awake, Decker responded by wrapping his arms around Charlie’s bull neck. Charlie leaped forward, getting down on all fours to cover more territory. He felt like he could run all night.

The moon had set by the time he found them, about ten miles further along the two-track. The big truck had stalled out near the crest of a wooded hill. Even though it was pitch black, he could still see pretty well and his nose could fill in the gaps. Snuffling, he approached. The boys didn’t hear him coming and drew back in alarm when he strode into their midst with Decker still clinging to his shoulders. He was tired by then and barely registered how tiny they were. They looked so small and helpless! And their scent. Shit, he could smell them a mile away. He licked his chops hungrily when he realized they smelled pretty good…

“Charlie? Is that you?” Mitch asked in a high, quavery voice. He squinted in Charlie’s direction and Charlie realized the weakling couldn’t see in the dark. He snorted to himself. Pathetic!

“Yeah, who the fuck did you think it was?” he growled, annoyed they had abandoned him and Decker.

“Y-Y-You sound different,” Mitch stammered, drawing back into the relative safety of his friends. “Are you alright?”

“Never been fuckin’ better.” Charlie had to resist the urge to pummel the little shit. “No fuckin’ thanks to you pussies! Now if we’re done here, I’m gonna see to Decker and get some fuckin’ sleep. Them Parasites ain’t gonna bother us no more. You got my word on that.”

“Ok.” Mitch didn’t sound convinced.

Charlie didn’t care. His only concern was Decker and getting some sleep, in that order. He lifted his snout and wuffled the breeze, realizing with a pleased grunt they were near the location of their first campsite. Cradling the bleeding Decker in his enormous, clawed hands, he carried him up the hillside to the little cave and deposited him on the leafy ground, nestling up against him.

He licked tenderly at the boy’s wounds, cleaning them of blood. Decker mewled like a little puppy, mostly asleep. There must have been something special about his saliva because the gashes scoring Decker’s flesh quickly sealed the more he licked. Scouring him with his long, sloppy tongue from head to toe (and allowing himself the brief indulgence of lapping at the boy’s tiny, tight, wrinkly butthole), he made sure Decker was in good shape before finally wrapping his huge, hulking, furry body around him and going to sleep.

He’d done it, he thought contentedly. Decker was safe.

***

Chapter 6

He awoke before everyone else, revitalized after only a few hours of sleep. Sighing, he rolled onto his back next to the sleeping Decker. He was still in dog form, he realized, lifting his hand-paw and studying it in the grey light of dawn. His hand was huge! Bigger than a dinner plate. And covered in short, wiry, black fur much like Decker’s when he was in dog form. Unlike Decker, however, he had a pronounced snout. Yeah, he could see it. It was weird being able to see his own nose. Long and tapering like a wolf’s, it was quite different from Decker’s jowly, slobbery, abbreviated muzzle.

Being a dog felt so natural, so normal that he didn’t even question it. He quickly decided he liked it better than being a human. Who wouldn’t? He was so much bigger, so much more powerful…and, better yet, he had a cock again. He grinned wolfishly at his crotch, admiring the hulking, black appendage lying over his furry belly button. It was easily more than two feet long and thicker than a tree trunk. His balls were heavy and full in their black, leathery sac. He reached down and ran his claws over the stupendous length of his cock, shuddering with happiness when it became engorged, growing even bigger.

His eyes darted over to Decker.

The boy was still fast asleep, turned on his side.

His butt. Fuck, that butt! It was so big! So inviting! Those twin pillows of half-fat and half-muscle were fully human and lightly covered in curly red hairs. 

Gorgeous, he thought, licking his chops.

Fucking gorgeous.

Acting on sudden inspiration, he tucked his massive, black cock and balls between his powerful thighs and then woke Decker up by licking his face. The boy rolled over and gazed up at him with wide eyes before his mouth quirked into a sleepy smile. “Hey, Gonzaga!” he called out, wrapping his arms around Charlie’s thick neck, “you sexy bitch.” He laughed. “I didn’t think you’d figure out how to turn so quickly.” He propped himself up on his elbows, studying him with pride. “You’re beautiful!”

Charlie took him into his brawny arms and they hugged, Decker shifting into his dog form as they did so. His shoulders and chest expanded, rounding out with massive muscles and coarse, short fur. And his face flattened, the jowls sagging down and skin turning muddy brown and bristly. His lower canines thrust upward and his nose became a moist triangle of rough skin. Folds of flesh formed around his eyes, burying them. He was a bulldog again. A really ugly bulldog.

They pressed against each other, paws exploring each other for the first time as dogs. Decker’s went straight down to Charlie’s incredibly round, furry rump and Charlie did the same thing. He was dying to caress Decker’s dog butt with its tiny, curly tail and exposed hole!

“Hey!” Decker warned, his voice a deep and guttural bark now that he was a dog. “Watch it!” Charlie’s paw had just scored his pucker.

Charlie arched his back, lifting his own long, luxurious tail and inviting Decker to explore him. “Fair’s fair, bro,” he rumbled, opening his butthole and allowing Decker’s claw inside. It felt amazing!

Decker frowned but didn’t stop him when Charlie traced a ‘finger’ around the circumference of his manhole. “Hey, Deck?” Charlie asked, teasing his butthole and laughing at the dog’s irritated flinch. “I got a question.”

“Just one?” Decker was obviously fighting the urge to remove Charlie’s hand but he was feeling indulgent after being saved the night before. “I thought you’d have lots.”

Charlie moaned with contentment. Fingering Decker was so much fun, made more so because it was forbidden! “I do but right now I’m wonderin’ where you hid the knife last night? You were naked. I saw you with my own eyes.”

Decker chuckled. “I took a page from your book, Gonzaga.” When Charlie knitted his furry brows at this, he said, “Here, wait a sec.” With that, he started straining, almost like he was trying to poop. And then Charlie felt it with the clawed finger that was making its way into Decker’s butthole: Something hard. Really hard. 

He gasped as he realized what it was. “You stuck yer knife up yer butt? Really?!”

Decker licked dejectedly at his perpetually drooling chops with a long, pink tongue. “I couldn’t think of no place else. I knew I’d need it on me so I, uh, practiced.” He strained again and the hilt came out of him, right into Charlie’s paw. “Good thing the blade retracts, huh?”

Charlie fondled the slimy knife, speculatively. “It’s really big, Deck. It musta stretched ya out gettin’ it up there.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Decker looked sheepish. “I mean, I had to practice. It wasn’t fun.”

“Uh huh. Still, now that yer stretched out,” Charlie continued, leading the conversation to its inevitable conclusion, “it’d be a shame not to…”

Decker’s buried eyes got really beady and he set his jowly jaw. “NO WAY. ‘Sides, what do ya think you’ll fuck me with? You only got a cunt between yer legs now.”

Charlie pretended to sound deflated. “But, Deck, you promised! You promised I could fuck you after we rescued the boys.” He gave him his best puppy dog eyes. “A promise is a promise, bro.”

Decker rolled his eyes, or Charlie assumed he did. His eyes were so deeply buried in his saggy face that it was hard to tell. “Alright, but what’re ya gonna use to–?” His voice broke off as Charlie opened his clenched thighs and his giant erection sprang free, pressing against Decker’s equally massive erection. Decker stared at him in utter confusion that quickly morphed into something else. Was it fear? Yes, definitely fear. Decker’s voice got very small and very wavery as he demanded, “Charlie, what the fuck is that?! How’d you–?”

A shrug. “I dunno,” Charlie admitted. “But I’m glad it’s back. Now turn around so I can fuck ya.”

Decker was panicked. “I can’t! It’s too big! And I’m too tight! You’ll fuckin’ kill me with that thing! Please, Charlie! You gotta believe me. You can’t fuck me! Please don’t fuck me! I don’t wanna be–” His voice choked off as he found himself unable to finish the sentence.

“I’ll be gentle,” Charlie promised, not understanding why Decker was being so resistant. “This time. Now turn over. We have a deal.”

Decker argued passionately and vociferously but he was on the losing side and eventually he was forced to concede defeat. Growling in frustration, he rolled over onto all fours and, arching his back, lifted his corkscrew tail and looked over his shoulder at Charlie. “Go on,” he grunted. “Let’s get this over with.” He lowered his head in shame.

“Oh, come on! It’s just a cock up yer ass!” Charlie taunted, glowing with victory. “What’s wrong with that?” 

Decker remained silent and set his jaw, resigned to his fate.

Charlie got to work. Never taking his eye off the yellow bulldog’s clenched pucker, he lubed up his tool. His new dick was naturally slimy and needed no lube. He carefully poised his drooling cockhead over Decker’s quivering hole and, taking him by the wide hips, pushed against it. Decker tried to resist but he had done himself no favors by carrying around a big hunting knife in his rectum. It was relatively easy for Charlie to prise through his defenses and enter him. He lifted his muzzle and howled as that pucker opened, allowing him in.

It felt fucking amazing!

Decker mewled unhappily, letting out a little yip of surprise when Charlie pushed further in. His hole gave way, permanently widening to accommodate a huge cock, and Charlie’s eyes rolled back in his head as Decker’s hot, virginal chute welcomed its new master. The knob at the base of his dick expanded and Decker whined. 

They were knotted.

Slowly, Decker resigned himself to being fucked. Charlie could tell it was far from his favorite thing but what choice did he have? He was attached to Charlie, he might as well get used to it. He rocked in time with Charlie’s thrusts, yowling and yelping as his precious, tiny sphincter was forever ruined, becoming a gaping cunt.

Out of gratitude, Charlie focused on Decker’s pleasure, stimulating his thick, sticky cock with his paw while he fucked him. Decker arched his back, growling and moaning, as he got ready to shoot. Charlie grinned, long tongue hanging out of his jaws, as he felt himself explode inside his mate. Decker came soon after, bucking forward and bracing, splattering his dog cum far and wide.

They lay back afterwards, Decker nestled between Charlie’s immense pecs. The yellow dog’s entire body was quivering as Charlie’s big, black cock continued to spasm inside him. They were locked together, Charlie’s cock to Decker’s ass, in the most intimate and vulnerable fashion. It was incredibly hot.

“I hate you,” Decker panted, his guttural voice barely more than a growl. “I fucking hate you.” He paused, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “And love you, too. It’s fucked up.”

Charlie grunted with laughter. “Yeah, well, that makes two of us. You made me into yer bitch without my consent, remember? That’s fucked up.”

Decker winced as Charlie’s cock throbbed inside him, driving his point home. “Yeah, well, I guess we’re even then.”

“Hardly! I still have to fuck you a bunch more times before that’s the case.”

Decker was quiet. Then, “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“Why I really, really didn’t want you to fuck me.” Decker looked over his shoulder at him, his ugly dog face full of resentment. Even as huge as he was, he was still smaller than Charlie. “Here. See what you did to me?” He took Charlie’s paw and moved it down to his groin. “You just had to fuck me, didn’t you?”

Charlie’s paw jerked as he felt what remained of Decker’s pecker. Why was it so small? And getting smaller all the time from the feel of it. But how? 

He groped around down there, grasping the jock’s formerly huge balls. He grunted in surprise when he realized they were smaller, too. They rapidly shrunk down to the size of cherry pits as he held them, leaving the dude’s empty ballsac to pull in on itself, shriveling down into a pair of moist lips even as the remnants of his once proud member pulled inward. Soon, his pathetic little cockhead was deeply buried and Decker sported a gaping pussy between his furry thighs.

“You juss made me yer bitch,” he pronounced bitterly. “I hate you!”

He gasped, whimpering, when Charlie traced a claw gently over his cunt lips. “Still hate me?” Charlie challenged. 

“Yeah.” Decker didn’t sound as convinced this time.

 Charlie chuckled. “How’d this happen anyway, Deck?” He tickled that hot, little pussy again, making Decker whine happily. “Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious? It is to me, now that you’ve fuckin’ ruined me forever.” Decker’s voice was barely more than a strangled moan because he was writhing so intensely from Charlie’s pawing. “I mated with you and made you into my bitch, a Tracker bitch. Then you killed Ramos and he made you into the new alpha. That’s how it works. Whoever kills the pack leader becomes the new one. That’s why I wanted to kill him.” He sighed, still shivering from Charlie’s stimulation. “Yer a mixed breed now, Gonzaga. Part wolf, part dog. Part sire, part bitch. Like me. ‘Cept for the wolf part.”

“Part bitch? Huh?”

Decker exhaled in exasperation. “Yer still gonna be a bitch when ya turn back into a human. Yer only a sire when yer a dog, you big dummy.” As Charlie struggled to process this information, he continued, “And from now on I’m a bitch when I’m a dog and a man when I’m human.”

Despite himself, Charlie couldn’t help laughing. “Well, then, I guess we’re even.”

“No, we’re not!” Decker was angry again. “‘Cuz I wasn’t ‘sposed to be yer bitch! I was ‘sposed to kill Ramos and become the new leader. Now I don’t know what I am. And it’s all yer fault.”

“My fault that I saved yer life by killing Ramos?” Charlie couldn’t resist fondling Decker’s pussy. It was just so full and juicy. Those sensuous lips were swelling the more he touched him and juice had started to trickle down Decker’s thighs. “Huh. There’s gratitude for you.”

Decker was writhing on Charlie’s lap and Charlie was beginning to get turned on again. “I coulda killed him,” he insisted, breathless. “And I woulda, too! But you had to go an’ shoot him!”

“Well, I’m gonna shoot sumthin’ else right now,” Charlie quipped, driving his erection deeper into Decker’s butt. “But it ain’t gonna be no silver bullet.”

They had to leave their argument there because neither was in any condition to talk. By the time they finally unknotted, Decker had gotten over his anger somewhat and was begging Charlie to fuck his new pussy. Charlie was attempting to do just that but Mitch interrupted them.

“Uh, hey, guys?” he called into the mouth of the cave, shielding his eyes to see into the gloom. “If yer, uh, done in there, there’s somebody here to see ya.” He paused before squeaking in fear, “Come out now. Please!”

Decker and Charlie exchanged puzzled looks before reverting back to their human forms. Charlie stared at his pathetic little body with its wide hips and fresh pussy lips in disappointment. He really liked being a hung wolf! But then he looked over at Decker and sighed. Decker was just such a stud! God, the boy was handsome! And hung! He couldn’t wait to–

“C’mon, bro,” Decker ordered, back to his old, bossy self. “We don’t got time for that right now.”

Charlie followed him out of the cave and into the sunlight. He didn’t care if the other boys saw him naked. So what? They already thought he was a pussy anyways. This just proved their point.

He froze next to Decker as soon as he saw who was there waiting for them. The other boys huddled together in terror as a pack of Parasites ringed the camp. It was daylight now so they were in human form but they still made for a particularly intimidating bunch. Each one was well over six feet tall and weighed close to three hundred pounds. 

Decker’s hands folded into fists and he seemed like he was on the brink of turning into a dog again but then the Parasites did the strangest thing. Turning their backs to Decker and Charlie, they pulled down their pants and stuck their bare asses outward, exposing a dozen very large and very loose buttholes. 

The biggest one of the lot looked over his shoulder as he parted his ass cheeks and fixed Charlie with his meek, subservient gaze. “You killed Ramos,” he grumbled unhappily. “That makes you our new leader. We’re here to swear our fealty and offer our holes to you, my lord.”

Astounded, Charlie looked from the crouching men to Decker, his eyebrows lifting. Decker’s fists were clenched and his green eyes flashed with anger. “It’s up to you, Gonzaga,” he spat. “But if you don’t fuck ‘em and make ‘em yers, then I’m gonna kill ‘em with my bare hands. Either way, one of us is gonna be unhappy.”

***