Liam was stripped naked, roughed up, collared and leashed, and had a ball gag in his mouth. Heād shouted plenty through the gag, but eventually he had to accept that itād done nothing to help him, and itād gotten him sounding horse and sore for the useless effort. At this point, he knew he was in a kind of kennel, small enough to be portable. His wretched captors had blindfolded him before theyād tossed him in the thing, so he didnāt know much of where he was. From the sounds around him, he was on the back of a flat bed truck, with several other werewolves all around him, hooting and hollering as they rode down some unknown highway. He couldnāt hear much for other vehicles, and the air had a rich pine scent, so he figured they were in the backwoods, somewhere. But that was all he had.Ā
Heād been grabbed right off the street, walking home one night, from classes. He was a werewolf; he didnāt worry about wandering alone at night. He should have been strong enough, wiery enough, to escape random punks off the street. But these dudes knew what they were doing, and there were clearly werewolves themselves, he could tell by their scent. And after a couple nights of being roughhoused and tied up, no matter how hard he tried, he was their prisoner. Heād heard them clearly a few times. He was a present for their new alpha. Something to use, abuse, and throw away wet. A slave with no mind of his own. A toy. He shuddered at the thought.Ā
When theyād pulled him off the floor two hours ago, and hosed him clean, they threw on a leather harness, the collar and leash, and even though he struggled against it, theyād added a cock ring to the look. Then theyād forced something up his hole that made him almost choke on his gag. He had only been with one man before, as a bottom, and he wasnāt ready for the abuse his ass took that afternoon. Then theyād covered his eyes, and threw him in the cage.
Now, the truck had stopped, and there were far more voices around, cheering and jeering. He could feel his kennel being dragged off the truck, and onto a dusty ground, the dirt puffing up in a cloud he could taste. As they dragged him around, he could hear a vaguely familiar voice, one of his captors, shouting out.Ā āWe gotta special little present for you here, Alpha!ā A shout of filthy cheers roared around him.Ā āThis hereās gonna be your special little boy! You just do with him whatever you want, and as much as you want!ā The cage was opened, and hands grabbed at him, while the leash he wore was tugged, hard. He followed suit, knowing heād only hurt himself if he tried to fight them. As he got out, and was pulled up standing, someone swiped the blindfold off and he blinked in the sudden sunlight. When he was able to focus, he saw a ruckus pack of men all around him. They looked like back-swamp hillbillies, and at the center, was a tall man, very tall, in fact, and built like Superman. He was rugged, and scruffy, and if Liam wasnāt in the position he was in, he might have had a boner just looking at the man.Ā
But he was tied up and naked, and he couldnāt do anything other than start screaming through the ball gag, hating this man, and everyone around him, more than heād ever hated anything before.
