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works/11939784.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Camp_Camp_(Web_Series)
  Relationship:
      David/Max_(Camp_Camp), Daniel_&_Max_(Camp_Camp)
  Character:
      David_(Camp_Camp), Max_(Camp_Camp), Mr._Honey_Nuts_(Camp_Camp), Daniel_
      (Camp_Camp)
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Alternate_Universe_-_Magic, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse,
      Bloodplay, Blood_Drinking, Tongues, Knifeplay, Knotting, Pack_Dynamics,
      Anal_Sex, Threats_of_Rape/Non-Con, Werewolves, Gangbang, Asphyxiation
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-29 Words: 4444
****** A Necessary Breeding ******
by orphan_account
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Nerris’ castle was filled with her plush animals. Max would never admit to
anyone but Mr. Honeynuts liked it there so he did too. He’d been coming there
for a few nights now ever since Parent’s Day. He felt like it was finally ok to
be himself.
A mist crept from the forest surrounding the activities field freezing the
vegetation in its path despite it being late July. Max was knelt down behind a
cardboard rampart watching as a tall blonde man approached the line of ancient
pines which surrounded the camp on all sides. The fog circled around him, his
shining blue eyes cutting through the darkness. The figure stood there on the
edge and extended his hand into the camp seeming to meet resistance in the
night air until the mist itself gathered behind his palm and broke through the
invisible barrier. Even in the low moonlight Max could see the man’s smile
spread across his face to an impossible degree, the corners of his mouth nearly
touching his ears in a Cheshire grin. It made Max shake.
Some of the tape holding the fort together came away with a rip from Max’s
momentary convulsion, and even though it made little noise, Daniels Icy gaze
jerked inhumanly to the makeshift structure. Max ducked down but couldn’t
remove his hands from where they nearly gripped through the rampart. After a
moment Max dared a slight peak up and over.
Daniel had crossed onto the property heading toward the many rundown pavilions
and second-hand activity centers. His gait was awkwardly long and slow. The man
looked a zombie consumed by his goal of revenge and walked with shoulders
slouched, arms swinging freely, head low and predatory. The mist swirled around
him like a cloak spreading the coldness of his soul to anything nearby. Max had
a feeling that anyone touching that mist wouldn’t be leaving.
He had to get help.
Giving the battered bear a kiss on its patched forehead he placed the animal in
a space further down the Castle where he would be safe and took off toward the
counselor’s cabins. Daniel wasn’t too far ahead and the fog still surrounded
the camp so Max couldn’t cut through the forest for a shortcut. He’d have to
hide from Daniel until there was an opening to skirt behind the camper’s tents.
The cultist had a black bag draped across his back and from that he would bring
out a series of small objects that he placed along his agonizingly slow tour
through the camp. After Daniel had placed a few of these Max got a better look
while the cultist was occupied with the next.
The objects were small, about the size of a fist, and were hidden in
inconspicuous places like in trash cans and in rafters. They were small spheres
of a shifting dark gas that grew more intense the closer Max’s hand got. He
didn’t dare touch them and returned to tailing Daniel. He thought momentarily
to just yell as loud as possible and alert everyone, but he’d be dead for sure
by the time anybody knew what happened. The traps were placed in all the areas
the campers may be during their morning routines; bathhouse, mess hall, and the
camper’s tents to name a few. Max watched as Daniel spread his traps to every
end of the summer camp.
After Daniel had finished touring the grounds he had one destination left and
turned away from the tents toward the cabins but stopped to stand before one of
the camper’s summer homes near the end, Max’s.
The cultist retrieved a large serpentine blade from out the bag and used it to
cut a small slit into the oiled canvas. Max could see him practically drool
with anticipation but when the man peered inside his disappointment spoke
volumes across his distorted visage. The man drew back resuming his upright
stance and allowed his head to lull on his shoulders, mouth agape to the sky in
a silent scream.
Time was running out and Max had to get to David. He edged his body out further
to look for an opening but he overstepped and failed to notice the fog lazily
trailing beneath him. The moment Max felt the icy grip take hold of his ankle
his entire body became frozen in place. He tried to scream but only his eyes
obeyed him and they widened into terrified teal saucers.
The blonde head fell to the side as if his neck had suddenly broken and met
Max’s gaze through the thickening fog. Daniel’s voice was a sickening slow
mixture of malevolence and birdsong.
“Hiii Maaax,” he drew out each word carefully savoring the moment. “I misssed
youu.”
Daniel jerked his imposing frame to the boy, circling him like a vulture. The
knife was still in the cultist’s hand and he brought it up to his thin lips
where his tongue snaked out from white teeth and savored the taste of its fine
edge before bringing to a rest at the side of Max’s throat.
“Let’s play.”
A thin red line appeared in Max’s tender flesh as the twisted blade found its
way across the dark skin dragging slowly over the small rise of the boy’s
trachea to the opposite side of the neck. Blood flowed in delicate streams down
to soak into the yellow shirt and blue sweater turning them a dirty brown and
changing the boy’s dark skin to a beautiful red collar.
The blonde’s voice was quickening now with anticipation. “Oh the things I’ve
wanted to do to you. The things I will do once we get some… alone time.”
He put the knifed hand on the boy’s shoulder and trailed the other with finger
extended down the front of the darkening hoodie then cut down tearing the
fabric from neck to waist and gently brought the now ruined fabric from the
boys frozen frame letting it fall to the ground then repeated the process for
his jeans, shoes and socks, but thankfully left the thin black briefs.
Daniel went behind Max and pressed his chest to the boy’s gooseflesh covered
back and brought his arms around Max’s small frame grabbing each nipple between
freezing fingers. Max’s eyes spilled tears down his reddening cheeks. The man’s
voice hot in Max’s ear.
“I’m going to have so much fun Max. I’m going to fuck you to death,” and Max’s
bladder released adding to the already thickening mist before them. Daniel let
a throaty chuckle escape him.
“You’re so pathetically cute,” He pressed the boy’s nipples harder. “I could
just eat you up,” He jerked up standing fully. “You know what? I think I will
before this is all done.” He leaned back down to Max. “I bet you taste
delicious,” and licked up the boys drying neck collecting a generous amount of
coppery liquid.
Max squeezed his eyes shut to block the feelings of abuse out but Daniel wasn’t
having any of it. The mist pried his lids open and showed the man pointing to
the forest past David’s cabin, he’d been so close.
“Get going and I’ll be along soon lovely. We can watch the sunrise as your
family dies.”
The mist moved the boy’s limbs walking into the darkness. His last sight of
Camp Campbell was Daniel placing another of his ‘gifts’ beneath David’s door.
Max is walked into a clearing further down the lake so that he could have a
first class view of the camp’s ruin that morning. Daniel pulls Max up to a
smaller pine on the coast and raises the boy’s arms above his head securing
them to a low hanging branch high enough from the ground that only the toes of
the boy’s bare feet grazed the dirt. The ropes immediately began cutting into
his wrists and his calves burned with effort of supporting his body. Daniel
knelt before the boy and began tracing intricate marks across the young flesh
with the knife tip pausing often to collect the reward that coated the blade.
“You know,” he began absentmindedly still cutting, “this would be so much more
fun if you could fight.” The hold on his body lifted and Max immediately began
thrashing and kicking out desperate to do anything than let this go on.
“LET ME GO YOU MOTHER FUCKER. GET THE FUCK AWAY!” he screamed and cried at the
same time. Daniel grabbed one of the boys legs and held it up by the ankle
pressing his knife into the opening of a leg in the black briefs making Max
still as the cold metal kissed the inside of his thigh dangerously close to his
cock and balls.
“There’s that spirit I love,” the cultist crooned. He took the knife back and
brought its blade to the sole of Max’s foot still in his hand and cut deeply
just below the toes causing max to scream and thrash again but Daniel’s grasp
was iron. The cultist couldn’t resist another taste and brought his tongue
slowly up the boy’s sole, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the warm liquid
filled his mouth and Max’s terrified wails filled his ears but all the lashing
out did was entice Daniel more by spreading the blood across his already red
tongue which wove over the sole and in between the digits not missing a drop.
It would have been heaven to drain the boy of every last blood cell, if he’d
believed in that crap. He knelt that way allowing the boy’s blood to flow
freely until Max slowly stopped thrashing and his skin grew pale. Daniel
snapped out of his trance at the boy’s slackening of enthusiasm.
“Hmm, must have drew a little too much, huh? Can’t have that.” Daniel pulled
some of the mist from around him and sent it into the boy from the newly made
opening. Color returned slowly to Max as the mist did its work sealing the
numerous cuts and open wounds on his neck, chest, and foot, but leaving them
still very much ready to open again at Daniel’s next thirst and did nothing to
remove the blood that stained his already dark skin. The older man slapped the
boy hard across one cheek when his head lulled down and grabbed Max by the jaw.
Daniel didn’t want him to miss the fun and forced the boys head up to look over
the lake and pressed the knife once again into the boy but held it there so as
it would not bleed but the pain would keep Max very aware of what was about to
happen as the sky had begun to brighten.
“Look at it Max. Look as I take yet another group of lives. Watch the proof
that not you nor anyone can ever stop me. I will make you witness the death of
every one of them, and then I’m going to make good on my promise you can be
sure of that. Trust and believe I’m going to make you beg me to kill you. Now
watch.” They both looked on. One with sadistic anticipation and the other with
eyes flowing with tears.
The lake was covered in mist. The dark forest imposed itself across the horizon
save for the small opening that was Camp Campbell some two miles further down
the coast. As the sun crested above the mountainside the area was filled in
bright morning light chasing away the darkness and revealing the tranquil
country, but that was all. Max watched for the second time that night as
Daniel’s smile slowly fell away and was replaced with fury as the knife bit
deeper into the boy’s hip.
“What did you do?” Daniel was still looking at the camp.
“N-nothing. I didn’t do anything!” he screamed again as Daniel twisted the
knife.
“DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT.” He pulled the knife free and drove
it into the wood next to Max’s head and brought their faces together. “YOU’RE
THE ONLY ONe who…”
Daniel grabbed the knife again holding it out and using his other hand to draw
the mist around him as a massive creature burst into the small clearing and
onto Daniel. The knife disappeared into the mass of fur but so too did Daniel
as the pair landed somewhere behind Max. The sound of a scuffle erupted as the
two tried to end the other. The beast roared. Daniel screamed. Both sides let
out sounds of pain and triumph. Flesh was struck. Trees cracked apart. Max
yelled into the morning hoping someone would help until the sound of a body
hitting the ground and the piercing noise of metal through flesh ended his
cries. Max twisted as best he could causing the rope to bite deeper into his
hands. He had to see what had happened but no matter how hard he turned the
tree that he was tied blocked the scene. Whoever or whatever had won was now
walking toward Max.
“PLEASE,” he sobbed and yelled. “PLEAse don’t kill me jesUS FUCKING CHRIST!
SOMONE PLEASE!” He couldn’t see through the mixture of blood and tears but a
human shape appeared before him and he knew that Daniel had kept his promise.
“Max, language.” The figure wiped away his tears with a piece of fabric and Max
looked up into the green eyes of David. “Don’t move. Let me cut you down.” Max
fell into David’s arms and cried into the man’s shoulder as they held each
other for a long moment until Max could only sniffle, and pulled away. They
looked at each other; David noting all the cuts and blood on the boy’s body and
Max putting it together that not only was David more naked than himself but
that he was the thing that had attacked Daniel. Max drew back a fist and hit
the older man in the arm.
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me you could do that?” He began crying again. “All
this time my camp counselor had been a fucking werewolf or whatever, and you
didn’t even tell me.” Max grabbed the man’s shoulders and pulled his face
close. “You have to make me one too.” David smiled at the boy and rubbed his
arm thinking of what to do next. Daniel was so corrupted that it was possible
that he had created others who might try to get at Max, and the counselor felt
responsible for the boy’s protection. He tells Max that he has to be entirely
sure before they can begin, making the boy swear he wants to become like David.
Max gets ready thinking that it will be like in the movies and all that’s going
to happen is he’d have to drink some blood or get bitten. So he goes to David
and presents his neck to the older man squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation.
David finds the innocent display adorable and can’t stop himself from smiling
at the boy before telling him that it’s going to be a bit more complicated than
that. He will have to be joined with the pack and develop through a most
intimate bond. Max doesn’t quite understand at first. David presents the
largest of the wolf pack, the Beta. David tells him that the Beta will prepare
him for what else has to happen so that he will be injured as little as
possible. But it will still hurt. Max is forced to the ground by the large
beast and becomes frantic. David reminds him that he wanted this and that it
will be worth it in the end that this is what’s best for Max’s safety, but the
boy just feels like he’s been taken advantage of again.
The Beta forces Max back onto the ground and begins cleaning the boy’s body of
the blood Daniel had drawn earlier. It leaves the boy covered in its saliva
enhancing the cold air across his tiny form. The wolf is larger than any dog
Max had seen and the boy was nearly lost in the volume of fur and muscle that
threatened to crush him under its massive chest. After the Beta had thoroughly
explored Max’s mouth with its dexterous tongue the boy was desperate to
breathe. His mind became hazy from asphyxiation. In Max’s confusion the Beta
rolled him effortlessly onto his stomach and grabbed at the ass of the already
torn briefs and pulled him into an all fours position, ripping what remained of
the child’s clothing leaving him shivering and naked in the cool morning. He
tried to crawl away from the beat but David was there in still human form to
hold him in place as the Beta tested the early limits of Max’s quivering ring
of muscle. The breath across his exposed ass and lower back sent his skin
shaking with gooseflesh. Max looked up at David, voice weak, and pleaded for
him to stop.
“It’s for the best Max,” and the hot tongue entered his dripping hole
convulsing his entire body in momentary pain. The prehensile muscle was as
thick as the boy’s wrist but felt a thousand time larger as it reached deeply
inside him twisting this was and that. Max kicked frantically behind him to
dislodge the intrusion. The Beta kept its appendage buried and brought its jaws
together, massive incisors digging into Max’s back and groin holding him in
place as the boy’s thrashings quieted and the Beta relaxed its bite,
withdrawing the rough tongue eliciting a huffing breath of gratitude from the
boy.
“Relax Max. This parts gonna hurt.” David released the boy’s shoulders and for
a moment Max thought he could move away but the beast moved atop him and caught
the boy’s throat in its putrid mouth.
Claws dug into max’s sides and pulled him back into the warm fur as the Beta
began its clumsy thrusts sticking Max just below his hole earning several yelps
of pain before David reached back and lined up the prick for a final attempt.
Max Screamed in pain as his ass was violently parted. It was a spear that cut
deep inside him and the Beta wasted no time thrusting with wanton abandon
pushing the boy’s face into the dirt and pounding him into the ground. His
tears turned the dirt to mud and clung to his raw flesh. Inside him he could
fill the warmth of some hot liquid filing his every cavity. The Beta shifted
position so that it was no longer hunched over the small boy. Max’s knees no
longer meet the ground and he was forced into a half crouch as the monstrous
cock wore him as a sleeve. The wolf’s sharp claws kept pulling him back and
after a few more hard thrusts Max could feel the large duo of furred testicles
smacking against his own with the momentum as the beast hilted itself in the
small ass. Max continued screaming in pain until his voice went hoarse and all
he could manage was weak moans of suffering as the huge cock inside him tore
him apart. As the brutal fucking went on the pain inside him grew until his
mind could think of nothing else and his vision swam with stars at every long
dragging thrust. His stomach was distending with the massive thing inside him
and the torrential spilling of its searing liquid until he could feel it
reaching his throat and inevitably dribbling out past his lips into the growing
pile of tears and saliva that he was being fucked into.
Max didn’t know how long he’d been there but the sun had peaked above the trees
when he felt an almighty thrust and looking down he could see his distended
stomach and the pulses of seed as they entered him and emptied out his mouth as
the Beta reached its climax and claimed the small boy for the rest of the pack.
Max coughed and chocked on the fluid exiting him and breathed what little air
allowed itself inside his tired lungs. His ass was completely numb as it hung
in the air supported only by the Beta’s pointed cock. His entire body was limp
as the beta placed a rear paw on the boys bleeding red ass and slid him of its
member like a discarded toy. Max fell down into the mixture of wolf cum and his
own fluids breathing shallowly up at the sky until David stood over him taking
up his field of view. The counselor snapped his fingers and Max was vaguely
aware of two other members of the pack approaching his torn hole as they began
lapping at the abused area drawing a few more hisses of discomfort from the boy
until the pain ebbed away under the cool licks.
“Our saliva can heal, but you needed the tearing so you’d be able to take what
has to come next. Don’t worry Max. I’ll take care of you. You ready?”
“No,” Max barely managed any sound at all. “Please no.”
“Oh Max. It’s already started.”
Max is nearing closer to death and doesn’t feel what’s happening as he loses
count at the times the rest of the pack has their way. Eventually they must get
impatient because it’s not long before the beasts are using not only his ass
but his throat as well. Max has to hold himself up to avoid suffocating on the
numerous wolf cocks that abuse his mouth. Something happens as the pack
continues the brutal fucking. Every time another beast fills him with its seed,
and inevitably discards him, Max begins to feel empty and not as whole without
the pain of the massive things inside him. It hurts. Oh god does it still hut,
but his body reacts none the less by filling out his tiny cock with every
pointed prick that reaches that certain spot deep in his young ass. Dry orgasms
wrack his body making him a moaning whimpering mess. Max continues to cry but
losses all hope that he will walk away from this alive as the pack continues to
destroy him.
Finally the last of the pack leaves his abused ass and he drops once again into
the pile of fluids that has gathered beneath him turning the ground slick. Max
lets out a sob as his body releases the tiniest amount of cum out of his virgin
cock as the rush of wolf seed flows out of him returning his stomach to its
normal flat state. Max lay ass up, face in the ground, cock twitching in the
morning breeze threatening to wrack his body with another orgasm at the
slightest touch which came a moment later as the pack circled him again
cleaning his body with their long tongues several of which grazed across his
dick. He loses consciousness as his mind can no longer take the stimulation and
abuse.
When Max approached awareness he felt so warm and comfortable. He’d fallen
asleep on something soft, and he didn’t want to leave.
“Wake up Max.”
“No, just five more minutes”
He felt something sharp rake across his chest his eyes springing open to the
sight of the massive beast that had rescued him from Daniel this morning. The
giant muscled wolf creature. David. The alpha of this pack and the thing Max
was about to be breed to. David was standing with Max in his lap. The boy’s
tiny hips resting on David’s massive thighs. David had one hand on the boy’s
ass holding him upright while the other cradled Max’s head which almost fit in
the creature’s massive paw. Max looked down at his belly which cradled David’s
cock. It reached to the boy’s chest.
“Just kill me.” He managed.
David took that as permission to continue and brought the boys ass to rest on
the tip of his cock. Max’s gaping hole began swallowing the red flesh, but only
managed a few inches before it stretched to its limit leaving him impaled there
and held up by David’s cock. Max could already see how it was rearranging his
body to accommodate something so big, but David was far from done. He began
savagely thrusting up into the boy earning more pained protests for him to stop
but the beast ignored them. Inch after agonizing inch disappeared into the boy.
He’d already managed three more dry orgasms before something at the base of
David’s already large cock prevented the two from getting any closer. David
lifted Max several inches up and brought him down onto the knot but still it
refused to enter. David leaned forward on his knees holding himself up with one
hand and cradling onto Max with the other as he began roughly fucking and
pounding into Max’s ass sending the echoes of slapping flesh across the
clearing. Max continued crying out every time David attempted to force the knot
inside his tiny mate. Even a monster has its limits and David’s was nearing. He
grabbed hold of Max and lay on his back. The dick inside Max pulling him up and
into a sitting position straddling David. The cock inside was pressing into the
boy’s diaphragm and he had to fight for breath. The wolf man lifted Max up
nearly off its cock and let him drop. Stars exploded across Max’s vision as
David continued this raising and dropping several more times. The knot
stretching the poor boys hole more and more. At last David could stand no more
of his tiny mate’s cries and grabbed hold of Max’s legs. He pulled the boy down
as hard as it could manage and lodged the knot deep inside the boy. It pulsed
heavily on Max’s prostate forcing one final massive orgasm that covered the
werewolf’s chest in seed. The tip of David’s cock was preventing Max from
drawing breath and the boy was vaguely aware of David’s cum dribbling from his
lips as he lost consciousness impaled on a monster’s cock.
Sleepy Peak was just another one of many ancient and sacred places strong in
mystic energy which littered the globe, and in it the timeless forest was home
to both beasts of unending cruelty as well as beings of limitless charity.
Across its expansive ranges, over the starlight-reflecting Lake Lilac, and
through its hallowed woods, Lycans roamed bringing with them an order to the
chaos and led by the best of their kind. Above the Lake’s still water the
newest Lycan Alpha gathered its pack mates, and looked on with green eyes like
mountain meadow at the rolling bands of freezing mist escaping from beneath the
volcanic island.
End Notes
     I am not satisfied with this piece and will be giving it a rewrite.
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