Fic: First Instinct (1 of ?)
Kurt screamed against his gag as he was dragged into some sort of warehouse, struggling against the bonds around his wrists and ankles. His captor was strong enough to drag him across the dirt as if he weighed nothing and the fact was humiliating and terrifying. Kurt choked against his gag and the urge to vomit, as well as the urge to sob uncontrollably.
Eventually they came to rest in one corner of the warehouse, next to a big, tarp-covered box. Kurt was thrown to the ground, scraping his shoulder on the rough cement floor, and his captor tore the tarp away, revealing that the box was actually a cage. The cage was not empty.
Something large and furry moved away from the darkest corner, growling softly until the kidnapper whistled sharply. Cowed, the creature backed away from the door of the cage and working quickly, the man grabbed Kurt by the collar and unlocked the door.
"No!" Kurt cried against his gag when he realized where he was headed. "No!"
"Quiet," the man ordered, shoving Kurt into the cage. The creature stayed back, to Kurt's surprise and the man took a knife out of his pocket. It was big and looked sharp, so Kurt stilled, allowing the man to cut away his clothes, his gag, and then the ropes around his limbs.
Too terrified to even move, Kurt watched as the man stepped back and locked the cage again, a big bolt securing the heavy metal bars in place.
"Please," Kurt managed to cry after a moment. "Please don't do this. I don't want to die like this!"
"Who said anything about dying?" the man asked with a chuckle, dropping down into a chair that faced the cage and giving another sharp whistle. Behind Kurt, the creature moved again, stepping into the light and Kurt turned to meet it. It was the biggest wolf Kurt had ever seen; it was covered in gray and white fur and had this look in its green eyes that haunted Kurt as he stared back. "That's m'wolf, Puck," the man sneered behind Kurt. "One particular whistle from me and he tears you apart."
"Please," Kurt begged, unable to look away from Puck, who's eyes screamed more intelligence than any animal had a right to. "Please, don't kill me."
"Oh, I don't want him to kill you, kid," the man replied, a smile in his voice. "My wolf's been well-fed already. His problem is the moon. Puck's no ordinary wolf, my friend." Yes, Kurt could see that much as the animal began pacing back and forth, giving him that same, almost sentient look. "He's a werewolf."
Kurt squeaked in surprise, but he wasn't sure what to say. Obviously this man was crazy and Kurt was about to be eaten by this giant wolf. Why else, besides saving Puck's digestive system from zippers and buttons, would the man take Kurt's clothes?
"Now," the man continued. "I've got Puck trained real well. If I whistle to tell him you're food, he will eat you. If you struggle and attack him, he will hurt you back, no matter my orders. Got it?"
Still staring at the wolf, Kurt nodded. Then he asked, "If I'm not food, what am I?"
"See," the man replied, "the moon's messing with my boy's hormones. He wants to be out there, mounting all the other wolves he can get his paws on. Now, I gotta keep him in here so he doesn't kill anyone, but this time of the month? He humps himself raw against the bars unless I give him someone to play with."
Kurt gulped. "Play with?"
"Best part is," the man laughed again, "I get a show and, once he breaks you bitches in, I get some easy fun to bring home. Still got the last bitch Puck broke for me. Sucks cock real well and keeps house like a pro. She's pregnant, though, and delicate, so I thought it best to find my wolf someone new."
Kurt shivered in horror and pulled in on himself. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. The wolf just stared at him with those intense green eyes, watching Kurt as if to anticipate him running. There was nowhere to run. "Please," he whispered to the wolf, hoping to get through to it. "Please don't."
Something hit the ground near Kurt's leg and made him jump. "Best use plenty of that, boy. Last male bitch I gave Puck bled like a stuck pig and had to be put down. You be smart and stretch yourself out, yeah? Might just make it home in one piece."
Kurt sobbed, but crouched and took the lube from the floor just outside the cage. The wolf whined softly, like he was begging Kurt to cooperate and just do it. He looked at the tube for a long time before the man said, "Remember, one whistle from me and you die a painful, gory death and he fucks your corpse anyway. He won't be able to help it."
Hands shaking and skin covered in goose bumps, Kurt poured some of the lube on his fingers and reached back, rubbing the liquid down his crack. It wasn't the first time he'd done this. It was probably closer to the fiftieth time. Kurt liked bottoming when he was with his boyfriend, but this was going to ruin it for him, wasn't it? Assuming he made it out of here alive.
It was difficult to get stretched out when he was so afraid, but he didn't want the wolf to hurt him, so he tried as best he could. It wasn't enough and he wasn't ready when the man said, "On all fours, kid."
"No," Kurt murmured pitifully. "Please don't make me do this."
"Like I said," the man growled, "do this or die."
Trembling all over, Kurt got down on his hands and knees on the rough carpeted floor and closed his eyes, trying to block everything out. He tried to focus on remembering the great Broadway musicals in order, by year they debuted. He tried remembering all the lyrics to all the songs he'd ever sung during choir. He tried not to cry so hard it made him sick.
The man gave a command and the wolf, Puck, approached Kurt, sniffing him loudly and panting as he brushed against Kurt's side, his course, yet soft, fur trailing against Kurt's skin. The wolf circled him once before moving behind him, sniffing again, and then moving over Kurt’s back, front legs on either side of his hips.
Kurt cried out and sat down in fear. He couldn't do this. He couldn't let some monster take him like this. Puck made a soft whuffling noise and the man cried, "On your knees! On your knees or you're dead!"
Kurt shook and looked back at Puck, meeting those eyes again, and it almost seemed like they were tilted with sympathy. The wolf licked his shoulder, like he was promising it would be okay. Yeah, right.
Gathering up some courage, Kurt put his ass back up, biting his lip against the urge to panic and fight. Puck moved in closer, front legs holding him tight as his hips began to thrust his furry underside against Kurt's thighs, ass and back. As soon as Kurt felt something at his entrance, though, he yelled and tried to shy away again. This time Puck growled, a low, heart-stopping sound, and a wet mouth with sharp, hard teeth closed around the back of Kurt's neck. He went rigid, expecting to have his neck snapped, but the wolf merely held Kurt with just enough pressure to assure Kurt that he could do much worse if he wanted to.
Not knowing what else to do, Kurt went as limp as he could manage without falling to the ground again. The action seemed to satisfy Puck, because he began humping again in earnest, panting against Kurt's neck as he kept the hold with his teeth and pushed his way inside. Kurt keened, but he didn't fight or try to get away. Uncomfortable, he spread his legs a little wider and Puck slipped all the way in.
He was big, but only about as big as the biggest of Kurt's few boyfriends, and if it wasn't for the fear, Kurt thought the wolf's quick, shallow thrusts might feel nice. As it was, they hurt, a burning sort of pain without the satisfaction of pleasure to go with it. Puck gasped through his nose against Kurt's neck, pressing in as deep as he could go and holding there. It hurt. It hurt even more when Kurt felt like his hole was being stretched and pried apart not too far from the surface. Puck let out a long, slow breath and eased his hold on Kurt's neck, lapping at the skin as if to soothe.
Thinking that had to be it, Kurt tried to pull away, only to find he couldn't, and it wasn't because Puck was holding him around the waist anymore. His cock was stuck or something and it hurt, especially since the pressure didn't move, just kept pressing and pressing near Kurt's entrance with no relief. Kurt struggled a little more, but that made Puck growl again and latch onto the back of Kurt's neck, putting just enough force there to make him want to go limp again, so he did. The pain lessened a little bit, but they still weren't moving, so Kurt cried out, "What's going on?"
The man moved from his chair to stand where Kurt could see him, his erect dick in hand as he smiled and explained, "That's how wolves do it, pretty boy." The man continued stroking himself, sighing a little as he said, "He came in you a few minutes back and now he's tied in to make sure his spunk stays in you. He's making you his bitch and I am enjoying the view!"
The man started stroking himself faster and moved closer to the bars. Puck growled a little against Kurt's neck, like he was defending his territory, but the man just laughed. "I know, Pucky-boy, I know. You just love having a male bitch, don't you? Fucking queer werewolf. It's a good thing you got that last female bitch of yours pregnant, or I might think about finding myself another stud to breed. Might even let him breed you."
Puck's growl ended in a whine and the man laughed again before getting a pleased look on his face and jacking his dick even faster. Soon a stripe of warm come fell across Kurt's face, and then another. Disgusted, Kurt wiped it off as best he could on his shoulder and glared up at the man, who smirked as he zipped up his fly and said, "Have a nice night and don't worry - Puck hardly ever eats submissive pretty boys like you once the deed has been done. His knot should release you in a half-hour or so. Sweet dreams!" The man then replaced the tarp on top of the cage and his footsteps faded away.
God, it was dark in here now. Kurt could just barely see, though his eyes started to adjust after a moment.
"A half hour?" Kurt murmured, more to himself than anything. He had to stay stuck to a monster like this for a half hour? Furious and humiliated, Kurt rubbed more of his tormentor's come from his face onto his shoulder and then shifted his weight to one arm so he could use the other to wipe himself off. He wiped his hand on the carpet underneath them and tried not to retch.
Sort of sighing, Puck let go of Kurt's neck again, licking away the slobber that had fallen out of his mouth. His licks were soft and tender, soothing and fairly dry against Kurt's neck, the back of his head and his shoulders. Shivering at the treatment, Kurt asked, "Do you understand me?" and looked over his shoulder at the wolf, who met his eyes and nodded. "Can you let me go?"
Puck ducked his head apologetically and shook it no.
Kurt sighed, "Shit," and tried to ignore the way his arms were shaking with the effort to keep him up off the ground. Puck woofed softly and licked the back of his ear, but that was little comfort. After a few minutes, Kurt had to rest his arms, so he dropped his head down onto them, leaving his ass in the air and attached to the werewolf behind him. He adjusted himself a little more and, "Oh!"
Puck gave him a questioning whine, but Kurt shook his head. He didn't want to explain that the change in position had made something press against his prostate. He changed position again and it just got worse, making Kurt pant into his arms. He shouldn't be getting hard like this! Breaking out into fresh tears, Kurt sobbed against his arm until Puck rotated his hips a little. It didn't move his cock in or out, but the movement dragged it against Kurt's prostate in a way that made him gasp.
"Fuck," Kurt whined. "Please don't do that." Puck responded with another of those questioning whines, so Kurt snapped, "Because I really don't want to get off on you raping me!"
Puck sighed and stayed still, breathing steadily against Kurt's back and then a few minutes later the pressure in Kurt's ass diminished. When he could, Kurt pulled away from the wolf, crying at a new wave of pain and escaping to the corner of the cage. He curled into himself and cried, relieved when his erection wilted away quickly. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening.
Puck snuffled a little bit in Kurt's direction before sighing again and curling up at the far corner of the cage, like he understood Kurt wanted nothing to do with him. He was right.
Naked and growing rapidly cold now that he didn't have a hot, furry body pressed against him, Kurt looked around the cage for a blanket or something. There was nothing. Teeth beginning to chatter, Kurt curled into himself as far as he could go and cried. Maybe dying would have felt better than this.
Eventually, Kurt started trembling, shivering. It wasn't that cold in the warehouse, but it was definitely below room temperature and without any sort of covering, he couldn't help it. Across the cage, Puck lifted his eyes and gave that questioning noise again. Kurt ignored him. Puck got to his feet and walked toward Kurt, hanging his head as if to prove he wasn't a threat. Kurt almost laughed above the chattering of his teeth. Of course Puck was a threat. He was a two-hundred pound werewolf rapist.
But Kurt was so cold...
Puck laid down again a few feet away from Kurt and put his chin on his paws, looking up through his brows like he was sad. Kurt studied the wolf for a moment before clearing his throat and asking, "You didn't want to do it, did you?"
Puck lifted his head a little and shook it.
"Was that true about the moon and your hormones and stuff?"
Puck sort of shrugged, which was a weird thing to see a dog-like creature do.
"So, it wasn't all true?"
Puck shook his head again.
Kurt sighed and moved a little closer. He did look nice and warm. "Do you have to kill when he whistles?" Puck nodded. "You don't have any choice in that?" Puck shook his head. "Did you do it so you didn't have to kill me?"
Puck looked straight in Kurt's eyes as he nodded, slowly and deliberately.
"I don't think I can thank you," Kurt shivered, looking away. "Not now. Maybe not ever."
Puck whined and rolled onto his back, holding up two legs to expose his belly. The fur there looked really soft and Kurt could feel the heat coming off of him. It tempted him so much. Sighing, Kurt said, "This is only so I don't freeze to death," and crawled toward the werewolf, sitting up with his back pressed against Puck's stomach. God, that was so much better.
Puck sort of curled around Kurt and closed his eyes, something Kurt did as well. He was so exhausted and sore and bone-chilled that he couldn't help but fall asleep, his head on his knees and his abused ass uncomfortable against the hard ground.
Chapter 2