19 comments/ 23409 views/ 27 favorites Keith Ch. 01 By: LaLaLou Note: This is my first story, so, it's probably not great. Leave comments on what I can do to improve, as this is going to be an ongoing thing hopefully unless this sucks so much that no one wants to know what happens next. --- Keith's teenage years weren't the best. Mostly because 2 years worth of them was spent in darkness. A low growl erupted from somewhere around him. The only light was very dim, and hurt your eyes more than the dark did. Then there was the small amount of light that seeped through the crack of the door God-knows-how-far away. He could feel the warmth radiating from hundreds of bodies around him. A thick wall of glass stretched out before him, and he realised, tasting blood in his mouth, how deep into his own lip he'd bitten to stop angry tears pouring down his twenty year old face. Keith could barely hold back from punching the glass, even though he knew he'd end up breaking his fist. Again. --- If he'd not gone into that gay bar, he would have been safe. Even if he had gone in, if he'd avoided the alcohol. Maybe he would've had a chance. But he didn't. He just stared at the man a few metres away, leaning on the bar with one hand. Black hair, steel gray eyes, nice ass. Sure there were plenty of guys like that. But not a single one made his cock - or his wolf - stir like that bloke did. He had actually been just about to leave, pissed off with his wolf chiding him for coming, when the man'd strode up to the bar, all attitude. After a few moments Keith had come to his senses and stared into the frothy, golden liquid of his drink with a name he couldn't pronounce. The most alcoholic - and most expensive - drink on the menu. His inner wolf was growling softly at him. He reprimanded him through telepathy. No way Casanova, he thought, his thoughts going straight to his wolf, if I let you out you and I both know you'll go claiming him over the bar. How the fuck would that look, hmm? He hadn't realised how close the guy had got, with his silvery white hair - even though he was only eighteen - covering his face in embarrassment and was jolted back to reality when he felt the man's (he assumed it was him) breath against his neck. One hand on his leg, pointing to his erection that he'd been trying to hide. "That for me, sexy?" Keith was panicking but his wolf was loving it. "I think so," he chuckled, as he brushed his fingers against Keith's jeans. Shit piss fuck! What do I do?! he found himself thinking. Pfft. Why're you so bloody worked up, eh? You didn't mind when it was James doing it did you? And look what happened. Keith almost cringed. Almost. James had been his partner before. Keith had so desperately thought it was his mate, enough to convince himself. Then again, that wasn't hard. He had chosen to show his wolf to James, and Keith swore he'd had a heart attack. The next day Keith found James' stuff gone, and he never saw nor heard of him again, apart from that one text. Stay the fuck away from me, you freak! If I see you again, I'll call the cops. I'll call the army. I'll call the fucking zoo. They were sixteen at the time. Very young, yes, and reckless. Only just of age. It took Keith two years to get over him, and for once, his wolf was sympathetic with him. Everything, everything, he saw reminded him of James until eventually his wolf told him to get a fucking grip and go meet someone new, which, he did. While reminiscing, Keith hadn't noticed the man slamming some money down on the counter to clear his tab. Or dragging him out of the bar. Or into the car, a slick black jag. Only when in the elevator going up to his apartment, with the guy running his hands up and down his back, across his crotch, did he finally begin to register what was going on. He groaned. "By the way, I'm Adam," The man said. "You're going to need my name because I'm gonna make you scream it." Keith very nearly came to that. Jesus Christ, he was either really damn easy to play or this guy was good. Probably both. The faint "ding" of the elevator was heard to neither of them and only when the doors started to close and Adam slammed his fist against the button that kept 'em open did he grin and lead Keith out. Thank God for small mercies, no one had seen them in the elevator. Almost as soon as the door closed Adam was upon him, and he literally tore through his shirt, shoving him towards the bedroom. Keith had to admit, he was scared shitless. His wolf was going absolutely insane. He was even more... not scared, worried, as Adam pulled out Keith's member and then his own. He had no idea how many inches but it was huge. Then suddenly he was almost watching himself, as his wolf 'took over', leaning forwards to take Adam's cock into his mouth. He wasn't in were or wolf form, but Keith knew it wasn't him doing it because he'd never done it before. Now you know what it feels like. To sit on the sidelines. And watch. He barely heard it but he knew it was his wolf; and it didn't feel in the slightest bit as fun as he thought it would. He couldn't feel his limbs as they were under the possession of his wolf, sucking Adam, and an icy coldness affected the parts of him he could feel. Fuck you, he thought quietly. You would if we weren't the same person. We aren't the same person! Shows what you know. Suddenly he felt his wolf snarling bitterly, as Keith took control of his body again just in time to feel spurt after spurt of cum flooding down his throat. Should've let me finish, his wolf was thinking sadly. My body, Keith answered, smirking, but the feelings his wolf was transmitting through his thoughts had him seriously worried. Adam had flipped him over and was grabbing a large bottle of lube when a warm, animalistic need flooded his veins and he snarled, snatching it and hurling it across the room. He rolled over and straddled him before shaking like a dog, coarse white fur almost exploding over his body, before his human features were overtaken by the powerful werewolf gene; and the air around him crackled with energy. Adam's eyes bulged with fear as the large, snarling creature sat upon his legs. We're not talking cute little zoo animal, we're talking huge man-wolf. He felt his lower half go numb. It wasn't Keith anymore, but it was not his wolf either. Neither were on the sidelines, they were 'one', and they both wanted the same thing. When they entered him, Adam screamed in pain. They knew they should stop; but they couldn't help it and soon he was rocking back and forth despite himself. His hand flew out to hit the 'Call' button on the desk beside him. As Adam's abdominal muscles contracted with his orgasm, Keith came with a guttural cry, and finally aware that his weight was superior to Adam's he shifted to the side, lying on the floor, shrinking to his wolf form. He curled up into a ball, and was just falling asleep when the door flew open. Five brawny men stood in the door and he perked his ears as a funny looking man in a white lab coat walked through the group. His brown hair was combed back and riddled with grey. "That him?" he asked, gesturing to Keith. Adam nodded and the man murmured something to the men. Keith's lips pulled back over his teeth, his white fur raised over his hackles. Suddenly, Adam's weight came crashing down upon his back and he cried out in pain, as he tried to wrestle him to the ground. Shifting quickly he threw him into the wall, his gaze stained with disbelief as he looked from him warily to the armed men coming slowly forwards. He backed up against the wall. What the Hell? His wolf thought as their minds separated. They were still sharing, his wolf was just as aware as he was. You idiot! Can't you see? The bastard set us up. Uh, how? He doesn't know us? Don't ask me. You'd know if I knew, he thought. He roared in pain as something hit his leg. He looked to see a huge, feathered end of a tranquilizer dart sticking out of his flank. Stumbling forwards he made for Adam, his claws outstretched. Then Keith passed out, as the men dragged him away. Keith Ch. 02 Okay, I don't know how this has come out because it had italics, but my computer spazzed and won't let me upload this properly. It's unedited, and sorry it took so long! :/ Extract. Keith Ch. 01 ...Keith's gaze stained with disbelief as he looked from him warily to the armed men coming slowly forwards. He backed up against the wall. What the Hell? His wolf thought as their minds separated. They were still sharing, his wolf was just as aware as he was. You idiot! Can't you see? The bastard set us up. Uh, how? He doesn't know us? Don't ask me. You'd know if I knew, he thought. He roared in pain as something hit his leg. He looked to see a huge, feathered end of a tranquilizer dart sticking out of his flank. Stumbling forwards he made for Adam, his claws outstretched. Then Keith passed out, as the men dragged him away. --- Keith Ch. 02 Keith woke to find himself shrouded in darkness. His head was pounding violently and he felt like you do when you have a hangover. What the hell? he thought. He tried to sit up. "Ow, fuck!" he cried as his head truck metal, hard. Slowly, he tried to stand up again but ended up on all fours, completely naked. Suddenly Keith was thrown forwards, stomach lurching; and he could almost feel the content of his stomach (granted most of that was liquid, probably alcohol) crawling up his throat. Overhead he could hear voices, and very pronounced English accents. It stank, of animal piss, amongst other things, so he 'shifted' quickly. It was less shifting, more reverting back to primal form. Keith felt faint and still had little inkling of how he'd got where he was, and for that matter, where he was at all? Almost as soon as the air stopped buzzing and snapping with pent-up energy a door flew open and a beefy man in orange overalls stepped out. He looked like a ferry worker. "Coulda sworn I heard somethin' down here, Mark, coulda sworn it..." the man mumbled, then shut the door after squinting at all of the animals, cutting off the light again. Ohh... fuck. Ferry worker? The cage - or what he supposed to be a cage, as his head had previously hit multiple metal bars, - lurched again and he was thrown once more to the left. His prison slammed against the side of another with a resounding thud and a whine from the other cage's inhabitants. Everything flooded back to him as he hit his head again against the bar. His wolf, thank God for small mercies, was silent. He felt nauseated as memories crowded his head, fighting for dominance. Alcohol. Lube. Adam. Fucking horse tranquilizer. Adam. The name taunted him mercilessly, ringing over and over in his ears. Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam. He snarled at the memory of the bastard that had set him up. Damn him to Hell! He stopped, then tried to think things over. In a sense Keith had raped him, or close enough, and had been not at all compassionate. Oh fuck. What if Adam called the cops on him? Oops, I forgot, he thought bitterly. He already did. He was a... werewolf hunter. His wolf finally piped up, very quietly surprising Keith. His wolf was a loud character and when he had something to say, he spoke volumes, so that everyone heard him. Of course Keith and his wolf both believed in the saying actions speak louder than words and tended to live by it, which at least started to explain the behaviour in Adam's bedroom. He didn't know we were... what we are... but he'd seen it all before. For once, Keith didn't bother to argue. Don't think about it now, concentrate on the situation, you can worry about that.... Later. When later was, he didn't know, but a new issue had risen out of the cloudy bog that was his mind. Claustrophobia. His wolf began mentally pacing. Keith was insanely claustrophobic, and his cage sure as Hell was no presidential suite. He could barely breathe, let alone turn around, as the metaphorical walls seemed to close in on him. A cacophony of barks, whines, hisses, squawks, and God knows what else distracted him from his claustrophobia but Keith was sure it was turning him deaf. With irritation he lay himself down resting his head upon his paws, and painfully slowly did he fall into the fitful clutches of sleep. *** He woke with a start to English voices quite like his own. He felt groggy and realised the cage floor was covered in vomit. Shit, he thought. Dear Lord, that stinks, his wolf thought, and Keith gave an annoyed growl. English accents. Last time I checked, we were in Michigan, and now we're somewhere in the U.K. That means we've been on this boat, or that's what I assume it is because normal people don't dress in crappy overalls like that unless they're loony, for a week or so. Bloody hell, home sweet home, eh? A week. No wonder there was all the foul-smelling vomit, Keith could barely stomach a half an hour ferry journey from Dover to France; let alone 6 fucking days from America to England! Keith was English, but his voice had an Irish lilt. He'd moved to Michigan to distance himself from his family after a huge family disagreement, where most of - if not all - the family was against him. Anyone'd feel pressured, Keith's family was goddamn huge. He had originally intended to go back home, to London, but had never got around to it. A few more men followed the first in, various shapes and sizes but all wearing the same dirty orange overalls. There was not a single overall that was not smeared with dirt, grime, and oil. One bloke with dark red hair kept glancing at him warily. Granted, they all were doing so - duh, he was a wolf. But this kid was looking at him... different. Keith supposed he was a were too, and sat pondering it calmly as all of the crates were hauled out into a van, then off the ferry, and outside. People, mostly fat women in fur coats with their nervous looking husbands, rushed forwards to grab their snotty poodles or hissing Siamese cats and shot Keith worried or disgusted glances. He bit back a harsh laugh that would probably have come out as a bark of some sort, even though wolves didn't bark. Instead, he sprang to his feet, his whole calm demeanour dissolved as his eyes fell upon Him. His lips curled back over his teeth and saliva began dripping from his teeth as his golden flecked green eyes narrowed and the silver fur on his hackles raised. There came that weird-un-named-son-of-a-bitch-white-coat-wearing bastard, smug as you like, not a hair out of place. The one that had burst through the door after Keith'd forced Adam into sex - well, it wouldn't be sex, it'd be rape - with armed guards, gave him a huge dose of fucking horse tranquilizer (though it felt like they had given him something like bloody elephant tranquilizer. He was unsteady on his feet and his vision was blurred) and took him God knows where. Keith was hoping beyond hope that someone would see his distress... But no one did. He knew he couldn't shift, he'd get put into the zoo. Or worse, strapped to some loony's operating table. Not that he would be better off where he was. "You sure 'e's a hybrid, sir? Looks feral to me," one of the overalls commented. "Quite sure. Gift from my Aunt, bless her poor soul. He'd just a bit nervous, he came all the way from Michigan see... and he's probably not broken in yet." The red haired fella watched Keith get hauled away with a muzzle around his nose. Yeah, he's a 'wolf, he and his own wolf thought in unison. Keith would have found him attractive, but, given the circumstances, that'd be hardly appropriate. He begged him with his eyes to help instead, as multiple sharp tugs on his jaws had him shuffled away bit by bit. The bloke did actually look like he was going to, but a man rested a slender hand on his shoulder and told him to "stop staring at passengers and get back to work". Meekly he nodded and walked away with one last apologetic look in Keith's direction. At that last notion, Keith's wall of resistance finally crumbled. It'd have been futile to keep fighting anyway, and would probably have landed him in more trouble than he was in already, so he didn't struggle against Hair Gel's strong hold. Roughly he was shoved into the back of a black van and he took his last look at the outside world before the doors closed with a slam. Keith Ch. 03 Keith whined, his body writhing on the table that he was strapped to. He subconsciously lifted his hips as something thin and sharp dragged tortuously across his prostate. "Say you want it," a voice, husky with lust and anticipation, snarled as Keith thrashed blindly. "I'm not going to beg for release from you," he growled, but it only made the voice laugh. Another stab at his hot spot had his swollen cock jerking involuntarily. Bill -- or Hair Gel, as Keith had referred to him as before he'd learnt his name -- had begun by experimenting on him to see his reactions for 'advanced knowledge of his nervous system for the good and progression of medical science' or something long like that. Keith had completely ignored his bullshit excuse and had been preoccupied with wondering how the fuck someone so sick in the head could have such a normal name. Call him stereotypical, but he'd been expecting Doctor Von Something-or-other. But now Bill was just playing with him. Harsh, perverted eyes gazed down at his tender 18-year-old body as he fondled his senses and his prick. He laughed again. "Don't you want to come? I could just tie you up and leave you, if that's what you'd prefer. Be a good boy, Keith, this is for you and-" "-the good of fucking medical science." "Don't be sarcastic, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." "It's the highest form of intelligence." Bill, who had seemingly had enough, let out an abrupt sigh, which acted as a warning to tell Keith he was pushing too far. Keith's erection had started to wane, and despite Keith's praying-to-God-the-bastard-didn't-notice, he did. Keith screamed, with pain this time, as the sharp thin instrument was removed and he felt the cold sting of a scalpel biting into his skin. --- Keith had been in the compound for almost six months since entering the United Kingdom via a six-day-long boat trip from Michigan. In the beginning, he had been the only 'wolf there, but three more were added as the months went by. He supposed that was what kept him sane, though he felt that if any more came along it'd have an adverse affect. He'd always been an introvert at heart. Their 'home' was a replication of some kind of woodland that Keith had never seen before, and was remarkably authentic apart from the huge glass wall at one end. The place was always dimly lit and Keith swore one of these days he'd go blind. He felt even worse for the three other wolves, Teddy, Martha and Kate, as they were very rarely experimented on or 'used', whereas he was taken out three times a day at least. He got to see the light, even if it was only very briefly and very cheap. None of them knew where they were. The place looked like a massive warehouse, though how Bill's goings-on could go unnoticed was lost on Keith. He spent his days trying to think of new ways to avoid the sting of a needle or bite of a knife. It was only if he was a very good boy and did very nice things with his mouth and was very good that Bill might reconsider maiming him for that session. Teddy, when Keith saw him in his human form, was a very large-built lumberjack kind of guy with giant muscles and a whole lotta chest hair. He was attractive in a rugged way, but Keith wasn't about to risk having Teddy kick his ass in such a small, enclosed space for hitting on him. Neither of them showed any interest in Martha or Kate, which at some times the girls liked, and at others frustrated them immensely. Hello? Two hot guys, two hot girls, get with the fucking programme! Keith's time alone -- bearing in mind that was hard to come by, no pun intended -- was filled with fantasies fuelled by Teddy and his big, thick cock that Keith had glimpsed a couple of times. He knew that if Bill discovered his sexual attraction to the big 'wolf then he'd do the unspeakable to both of them. Keith'd describe the unspeakable, but it was unspeakable, so he couldn't. He just knew it couldn't be good, else he'd be able to speak of it, wouldn't he? --- Ted shoved his fist into his mouth to stop himself moaning out loud. One hand furiously fisted his hard cock, his foreskin pulled tight over the head. He was so close to coming it was unreal, but he lived in constant fear of one of the girls stumbling upon him. Or worse, Keith. Keith, that white-haired little sex god, all compacted into a tight little body that levelled out at 5"8. Teddy longed to run his hands through that hair, though preferably when clean; he'd never seen his real colour, only the dirty-blonde version, because all of them were so thoroughly caked in shit. Originally, Teddy had felt bad when the girls had all but begged him to bang them blind because all of them were going out of their minds with sexual frustration, but he didn't want pussy, he wanted Keith. Not ass. Keith's ass would be amazing, but he was willing to compromise given the circumstances. Ted groaned as his hand worked his shaft slowly, imagining that it was Keith's mouth on him instead, Keith's beautiful green-blue eyes staring up at him like the nympho he was as he ran his tongue over and under the sensitive head, playing with his balls with one hand. He panted softly, wondering what it'd be like to shove Keith onto all fours and drive his cock home in one smooth stroke, giving his boy what he knew they both needed, hard and fast and primal. Crying out with pleasure, he came all over the ground. --- He sighed with resignation. All over the ground. In this hell-hole, that was all it was ever going to be. Teddy wasn't going to cause friction just because he'd decided his hand and his own thoughts weren't enough, because let's face it; if Teddy didn't have them, Keith, Martha and Kate, what did he have left to live for?