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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story ist part of the Used and Abused Tournament
- It competes against Frat House Mayhem in the R16-4 match
- Theme: Brotherhood
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Brotherhood of the Wolves
Eric’s hands slightly shook as he held the envelope. It was of heavy, ivory colored paper, of excellent quality. While his own name and address had been clearly imprinted, with calligraphic artistry, on the front, it lacked any obvious signs of who would have sent it. He let his fingers glide over the seams of the envelope, until his fingers found a small patch of wax, the exact same shade as the paper. Holding it against the light tilting it in various directions, until the reflection showed a sigil, formed by the interwoven letters F and L.
Eric could have shouted in excitement, this might be his chance to change the path of his future. It was no secret that secret societies did exist at the universities and in the country. Skulls and Bones being perhaps the most famous. In Eric’s mind it was never a good thing if a secret society is famous. But while his family connections might have given him entry into Skulls and Bones, he was not interested in politics. He was much more interested in direct power. Power as the Fraternitas luparum, the Brotherhood of the Wolves could give him. Yet until today he had believed that all his attempts of getting noticed by the wolves had failed.
He broke the concealed seal and opened the letter. The message inside was written in the same hand as the address. It was short and to the point.
Dear Mr. Richards,
Be at 10 p.m. at Wooster square. Do not bring any electronic devices. Do not wear anything you will miss.
There was no signature, just a wolf’s head stamped underneath it.
“Well isn’t that a bit melodramatic?” Eric thought.
He knew barely anything about the Wolves. His grandfather had been a member, but according to the old man his own son, Eric’s father, had lacked in quality, so he had never been told about it. Eric had never dared asking his stern grandfather, what those qualities might have been. His father was a tough lawyer, whose hard work had created the largest law firm in the state. People crossed swords with Peter Richards at their own peril. The company his grandfather had founded had last year, under the leadership of his Uncle Edward, filed for bankruptcy.
He still recalled the afternoon his grandfather had heard about that. Eric had been visiting when the fatal message arrived. The old man had cussed and spat venom, until his gaze focused on Eric.
“Eric my boy, have you yet approached by any of the societies in Yale?”
“Not yet, I was thinking of joining Phi Iota Sigma next semester.”
“Forget that Greek bullshit” the old man expressed with contempt “Edward was one of those losers. You need a goal in your life?”
“Like what, joining the Skulls and Bones?” Eric laughed “I don’t feel much like joining the CIA”.
“That would be better, the Bonesmen don’t join the agency. They control it.” he made a dismissive gesture. “No, my boy. If you want to hold the world by the balls you have to be a wolf.”
“A wolf?”
“Yes a bloody wolf, I see a lot of myself in you, if I could join so can you.”
“I still don’t understand, I never heard of Wolves.”
“Of course not, that’s what makes it a secret society. Fraternitas luparum, perhaps the most exclusive of all of them.”
“Do I need to file for application? Do they have a website?”
“You young man, will concentrate on your studies, and nothing else. If you are not at the top of your class, they won’t even consider you.”
“What’s this a con to get me to get better grades?” Eric sounded amused.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” his grandfather’s eyes looked at him hard.
“No, I don’t think so, sir”
“Good, and no it is not a con. I will float your name, but you will need to stand on your own merits, not my word. Now go, I have calls to make.”
For almost the whole semester, Eric had focused on his university workload, when his fellow students went to the bar, he went to the library. He wasn’t a hermit or unsociable, but after the first few weeks his fellow students stopped suggesting him coming to parties. Eric Richards was getting a reputation for single mindedness in studying. He learned to operate on six hours of sleep, filling his waking hours with work, except for the one hour reserved for his running per day. He avoided alcohol entirely, as well as any of the other fashionable drugs, he missed sex, but didn’t have the time for a relationship. Furthermore, he could have gotten professional help, but his own ego protested at the thought of paying for it. As a result his assignments always were ready on time, exceeding the expectations of his professors. His rise in the rankings was just an inevitability.
He checked his watch it was 9:30 pm. Still not sure what to make of the letter, he decided to hedge his bets. He put on his sweatpants running shirt and shoes. If the whole thing turned out to be a hoax, he still could get his running in, Wooster square was as good for that anyhow. He left his smartwatch, phone and wallet on the desk, taking only his keys with him. He fell into a comfortable pace as he started to jog towards his destination.
The bell tower struck 10 shortly after he had reached Wooster Square. A dark van drove up to him and the window was lowered a bit, yet Eric could see nothing of the driver.
“Eric Richards?” a disembodied voice asked
“Yes, what is this about?”
The side door opened.
“Please get in the back.”
“Why”
“Because you don’t get to run with the Wolves if you don’t meet the pack.”
“You are …” Eric began.
“If you are not in 2 seconds, you never will be.”
At this Eric quickly entered the van and pulled the door shut. The van smoothly accelerated. He looked around the back of the van was essentially a big cavernous space, with a seat bolted to the floor. The windows were all darkened and a black velvet curtain separated the back from the driver. Eric took the seat and waited for things to come. His patience wasn’t tested to long as a dome light flashed into live, and he heard a metallically distorted voice blaring from a speaker.
“Good evening Mr. Richards. We are very glad you could follow our invitation.”
“Invitation or abduction” Eric bit back acidly
“It was an invitation, you are going on a journey that will change your life. The decisions you take this night will stay with you the rest of your life. Now please take of your clothing and put it into the bag next to your seat.”
Eric stared at the speaker, thunderstruck.
“You expect me to strip for you?”
“I expect you to obey. Wolves are hierarchical, the lower rungs follow the alpha.”
“And that’s you?”
“It’s certainly not you, at least not tonight, every leader is open to challenge, and if they can’t defend their role, well then they are not the alpha anymore.”
“What’s with this wolf shit anyhow?”
“Homo homini Lupus”
“Locke” Eric replied
“Plautus actually, but yes Locke made it more famous. Every man has a beast inside them, and it’s up to them to either control it or use it to control the world. That’s the principle our Brotherhood is built. So are you going to obey or would you like to leave the van?”
Eric thought for a few seconds before he was beginning to shrug out of his sweat shirt, socks and pants. Dumping it all in the provided trash bag. He was fairly proud of his body, keeping fit by running, yet he hesitated for a moment when the time came to drop his pants. The natural insecurity of being the only naked person taking hold of him. Then he thought “Fuck it” and slipped his last garment off, spread his arms and called out.
“Are you now happy? Getting a good look?”
“You misunderstand the purpose of this, we just ensure no tracking devices are making it to your final destination. There is another package underneath the seat. Please put this on.
“What this might be? A hood and a gag, some handcuffs?”
“Your sarcasm is entirely inappropriate.”
He found the package and opened it, it contained underwear, socks, a ruffled shirt, pants and dinner jacket. In other words full formal evening clothes. He rapidly began putting the clothes on, noticing to his surprise that everything fit perfectly.
When he was tying the shoes the speaker came to life again.
“Hopefully the suit is to your liking.”
“Indeed a very nice tux.”
“Good, it’s yours as compensation.”
“Compensation for what.”
“Your clothes. The van will stop shortly, please take the trash bag open the door and throw the bag in the trash can next to it.”
“Hence wear nothing that is dear to me.”
The stop took less than 10 seconds, and Eric could not identify anything that would allow him to determine where he currently was. So he settled back into his seat and waited for the drive to come to an end.
The journey took another 45 minutes and at the end of the drive he heard the sound of the road change from asphalt to gravel. When the door opened he saw another man in a tuxedo, wearing a wooden mask carved into the likeness of a wolf. The man gestured him to follow.
“Another one who think he is alpha” thought Eric, but complied.
He was led to a heavy wooden door, and the other man gestured him to enter. As he did so he heard the door slamming shut behind him.
The room was a sparsely but tastefully furnished bed chamber, with blankets covering a lump on the bed. An envelope was lying on the table, bearing his name.
Dear Mr. Richards,
Congratulations upon making it so far. The last test is upon you, somewhere in this room is your ring, identifying you as a brother of the Fraternitas luparum. Use your inner wolf to find it, and show us what you are made of. You can only leave the room with the ring on your finger.
PS The bitch won’t be able to tell you were the ring is, even if you remove the gag.
In a flash Eric was at the bed ripping the blanket away. Underneath he saw a young woman, approximately his own age. She had middle brown long hair and wore a turquoise cocktail dress. But that wasn’t the first thing that caught his eye. That would have been the leather blindfold and the layers of translucent tape that held a light blue ball of fabric in her mouth. He saw a bit of lace peeking past the tape, causing him to conclude this was not a dish rag, but likely a pair of panties. It would be easy to lift the hem of her skirt and find out if it were hers.
But for the moment he had other worries, he needed to find that bloody ring. He began a systematic search of the room. In the drawers, underneath them, behind pictures hidden among the knick-knack. There was nothing. So he focussed on the bed. Nothing in the sheets, springs or underneath. Just the brown haired girl. Eric always had a weakness for long haired and long-legged women. And this one had both.
Perhaps he had misunderstood the clue. The woman was most certainly in the room, those wolves might have hidden the ring on her person. To his great misfortune this was the time when her unconscious form began to move around. Yet the blindfold greatly impeded her movement. He grabbed her arms and inspected each of her delicate fingers. But the small silver band with the amethyst that she wore, was unlikely to be his membership ring.
She began to fight him, and he pushed back against her. His hands brushing along her chest. The contact with her firm flesh, electrified him. His instructions were to use his inner wolf. Well it couldn’t hurt for him to check her body for the ring. Holding her hands with one hand, his other ran over her body not able to feel anything, but the ample and firm flesh underneath him. He had been deprived of women for far to long not to feel the excitement of their proximity. His hand wormed into her cleavage, feeling for both cold metal and her soft flesh finding only the latter. With deft hands he pulled the neckline down, ripping the fabric of the dress. Which allowed his hands and eyes full access to the pale white orbs with the brown perky nipples but no ring.
Driven by both frustration and lust, his free hand went underneath the hem of her dress, pressing past her attempts to closer her thighs. At once he found a treasure, warm soft flesh, free of any pubic hair in which the ring might have been hidden. But it would be typical for those wolves to hide the treasure inside her. His fingers, parted her lips, ignoring her muffled cries and pleads. She was dry, but so wonderfully tight. He withdrew his fingers and put them into his own mouth, to taste her aroma, as well as to provide himself some lubrication. Still ignoring her laughable attempts of shaking him of, he returned his finger, for his digital exploration of her sex. Both his frustration and lust grew in the process.
He decided that the ring might be buried much deeper in her snatch, and he would need something longer than his fingers to probe those depths. Luckily for him, he had just the right equipment yearning to do the task.
The woman underneath, could not see what he was doing, but after being finger fucked for a while, the sound of a zipper being opened is the last thing she wanted to hear. But her redoubled efforts did nothing to stop him.
Eric throbbed with excitement as his cock, was pushing past the barrier of her labia into the still far to dry, but wonderfully tight pussy. He felt alive, strong and most of all in complete control of the situation. It was the power of just taking what he wanted that, kept him pounding deep inside her, long after he was certain that there was no ring hidden in the depths of her sex. He did make instead a deposit of his own.
Once some blood returned to his brain, he withdrew from her, and he kept on thinking, were else the ring might have been hidden. It suddenly struck him, where he hadn’t checked yet, and it would fit to those assholes to place the ring there.
He unceremoniously flipped her onto her stomach, and started to spread her ass cheeks. Looking at the small brown starfish of her anus. He dipped his index finger into her snatch coating it copiously with the semen he just had spent there. Before placing it against her rear entrance. Her howls as he pressed forward, were worthy of a wolf. Yet he was determined to find that ring, and there was no mercy in his thought.
The only ring he found, was the tight muscle that clamped around his finger, and even pushing as deep as he could there was nothing else. Or at least nothing he wanted to touch. In disgust, he pulled his finger out of her. Wiping the filth of on her dress, wishing for some water. His eyes fell onto her gag. Those panties should be at least somewhat moist, he decided and began to unwrap the layers of tape from around her head.
She pushed the panties out of her mouth and started cursing him
“Who the hell do you think you are. You are going to pay for this my father will kill you, and I will watch.”
He didn’t pay her any heed, as he took the fabric ball and unwrapped it to clean himself on them something small and golden fell out of the folds.
Some minutes later he was using his ringed hand to knock on the door demanding it to be opened. The unfortunate woman had stopped her cussing after he had forced the newly stained panties back into her mouth. At least in this room he was the alpha.
The door opened to a banquet hall filled with men of various ages, all of them in evening wear, but none of them wore a mask. On of them rose and spoke in a clear voice.
“Brothers, let us welcome our new members to our Brotherhood. Welcome to Brother Theodore Marley, beating the bitch on his way to this room, Brother Eric Richards, who raped his and finally Brother John Edwards, showing compassion, freeing his captive immediately.”
Eric grew dizzy as he heard the accusation, and learning that there had been an alternative way through this. Yet his inner wolf had dominated him, not the other way around. He felt ashamed of himself, despite the warm welcome of his new Brethren.
The End.
