Portrait of a Pack, ch. 2 (Patreon)

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”  Brad asked, his voice a low growl as he rolled his head on his shoulders.  He held his hands casually behind his back, his biceps straining the sleeves of his suit near to bursting while his chiseled pecs stood out against his perfectly fitted shirt.  Kurt and Tucker loomed large behind him in their matching outfits of backwards baseball hats, varsity jackets, and t-shirts and jeans that accentuated every ounce of their inflated muscle.  On the surface the pair still looked like the boy-next-door jocks they’d always been, but their sharp, hungry eyes laced their charming smiles with menace.  

“Oh, uh, hey Brad…” Sam didn’t get another word out before Tucker and Kurt darted forward and slammed him against the rough brick wall, moving in a unison that was almost telepathic.  “Fuck!  Dude!  What do you think you’re…” the scrappy, disheveled young stoner yelped when he found himself roughly shoved back and forth between the jacket-clad walls of muscle while Brad’s head stopped rolling and snapped to attention.  The dark-haired man moved so fast that Sam only registered a blur before he landed flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him as an expensive loafer pressed painfully down on the front of his baggy jeans.  

“That’s ‘Sir’ to you,” Brad snarled.  The handsome young jock had always had sharp, angular features, but since the strange flash in the photo booth his wolfish appearance had become much more literal.  A patch of dark hair was just barely visible at the top of his protruding pecs, the collar of his shirt left unbuttoned to make room for his now-prominent Adam’s apple.  It bobbed noticeably when he spoke, adding emphasis to the increasingly rare occurrence.  A handsome jock, Brad had always turned heads, but now his stunning looks came with an added sense of gravitas.  It wasn’t just his expensive new clothes, or the way his shredded muscles and fattened cock stood out against them; he exuded a quiet confidence that was as alarming as it was sexy.  In his three-piece suits, he looked like an executive or a mafia don being flanked by bodyguards as Kurt and Tucker followed him everywhere.  “And what did I tell you about selling your garbage on my campus?”

“He...hey now...I’m just tryin’ to make some money here...I’m not hurting anyyyyIIIIEEE!”  

Brad sniffed at the air as he pressed harder with his foot, his thin lips curling into the slightest hint of a grin.  “Your fear smells good,” he said, making sure Sam could see his wide cock twitch.  “These two just love that smell, don’t you boys?”  

“Uh-huh,” the burly giants said, nodding in unison.  They each grabbed at their stuffed bulges while the wiry young man gawked up at them, his face going pale.  

Brad leaned down, his piercing blue eyes holding Sam in place just as much as the foot on his balls.  “Now do you want me to let these two play, or do you want to leave whatever money you’ve made and get the fuck out of here?”  

“I’ll go!  I’ll go!” Sam whined, fumbling a handful of bills out of his pocket and holding it up for Brad.  The dark-haired man didn’t have to say anything for Kurt to reach out and take it for him instead.  

“Smart man.”  Brad flashed an icy smile as he removed his foot and let Sam scramble to his feet.  He bent down and picked up the beanie that had been knocked loose while his friends roughed the thinner man up and held it out for Kurt to take a long sniff.  “We’ve got your scent,” he said, handing it back.  “Come around here again and there won’t be anywhere you can hide from us.  Got it?”  Brad waited for Sam’s frantic nod.  “Good.  Now fuck off,” he spat, surveying the small crowd outside the student center as he watched Sam scamper away.  He felt a swell of pride at the number of people who quickly turned away, having come to enjoy his new reputation around the university.  Everyone knew who the three of them were, and everyone knew to stay on their good side.  It was as jarring a change as his sudden wealth, but like the newfound luxury, Brad didn’t see a reason to complain.  

“Aww, you should’ve let us play with him, boss,” Kurt whined.  

Tucker nodded, openly kneading his heavy bulge.  “Yeah! We haven’t had any fun since…” 

“Enough.”  Brad cut them off, eliciting joint yelps when he reached up and grabbed the back of their necks.  Though they stood several inches taller, they both immediately fell silent and lowered their heads submissively.  Brad was more tolerant of their antics at home, but in the days since the strange flash he had an increasing impulse to remind the pair who was boss, especially in public.  It started as him ordering the burly pair around, but more and more it was taking on a physical aspect.  He wanted his boys to be taken care of, but they needed to remember their place.  “You play when I say you play.  Got it?”    

“Yes, boss,” they said in unison, nodding sheepishly, their eyes fixed on the ground.  

Brad let go and adjusted his suit, shrugging his broad shoulders to get his jacket back in place.  “Good.  Don’t forget why we’re here in the first place.  I saw Justin right over…damnit!” he snarled when he looked at the now-empty picnic table where his prey had been sitting.  Since the night in the photo booth he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the lean young man.  Unfortunately, he also hadn’t been able to convince him that he belonged with the pack.  Brad knew it in his bones, he could feel it on a visceral level in the same way he seemed connected to Kurt and Tucker, but no amount of flirting or threatening could sway Justin to their side.  He was becoming desperate.  

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“Thank god I got out of there...those guys are relentless,” Justin sighed, falling back against the wall as he took a deep breath.  He looked up at the towering blonde next to him, feeling smaller than ever as Scott’s massive ass came to his midsection.  

The gap-tooth giant shrugged, his prominent ears wiggling slightly as he smiled down at his frustrated friend.  “I don’t know, man...it’s kinda flattering.”  

“Flattering?!  Are you serious?  Did you see them yesterday?  Kurt and Tucker cornered me at lunch and literally tried to feed me while Brad watched, like I was some kind of helpless baby bird or something.  They kept saying they were ‘taking care of me,’ but it was fucking embarrassing.  And, on top of all that, I found out that rich asshole paid my last tuition bill!  I don’t even know how he got his hands on it.  It doesn’t make any sense,” Justin said, rubbing his face in frustration.  “Like, where did his money come from?  Why do I feel like those three weren’t always like this?”  

Scott looked down at the outline of his massive cock against his tight shorts, his giant arm flexing as he ran a hand awkwardly through his hair.  “Sometimes things like that just happen,” he said, barely remembering what life was like before his own run in with the photo booth.  “Look, man, I’m speaking from experience here.  Some fights aren’t worth having.”  

Justin shook his head, his face turning red as he pulled out his phone and brought up a string of text messages.  “Look at what they’ve been sending me,” he said, scrolling through a string of altered photos.  They showed Brad, Kurt and Tucker in various states of undress, their stunning bodies on full display.  And as much as Justin hated to admit that he enjoyed the sight of Brad’s surprisingly thick, wide cock and his friend’s hairy, brawny bodies, he didn’t enjoy the photoshopped pictures of himself that had been added to the group.  

“Whooo, damn,” Scott whistled, giving one of the short, braying laughs he was known for.  “Feel free to send those my way.”  He adjusted his twitching monster and swallowed Justin’s thin shoulders in his massive hands, being careful that his huge feet didn’t step on his smaller friend’s.  “Listen...this is all I’m going to say.  You’ve been bitching about these guys every day, and honestly, it sounds more like you’re trying to convince yourself than anyone else.  Yeah, they’re a little...intense...but think about it.  A loaded, smoking hot bad boy who’s throwing himself at you?  With a pair of built-in boy-toys who look like that?”  Scott tapped Justin’s phone for emphasis.  “I know there’s bad blood there, but maybe don’t be so quick to rule it out?  I see the way you look at them, dude.  People change...a lot.  Trust me on that.  Don’t miss out on an opportunity because you’re holding onto the past.  I never thought I’d end up with someone like Aaron, but it’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”  

Justin put his phone away, his shoulders slumping in Scott’s grip.  He knew his towering friend was right; he just didn’t want to admit it.  He’d been just as fixated on the altered trio as they were on him, he just didn’t understand why.  Justin had never been into jocks, especially not ones who’d tormented him the way those three had.  He didn’t know where Brad’s sudden wealth had come from, or why the three of them looked different, or why they were all so fixated on each other, but it was becoming clear that there was only one way to find out.  

Later that evening, standing in front of Brad’s expensive townhouse, Justin wasn’t so sure he wanted to know.  He braced himself as he knocked, but still let out a quick gasp when Kurt opened the door.  The buzzed-headed Adonis was clad only in a pair of small black briefs, his hairy, ample muscle on full display.  Justin had seen everything the athletic stud had to offer in the pictures they’d sent him, but seeing it up close, with Kurt towering over him, made his cock throb.  

“Uh, hey.  Is Brad heeeee…!”  Justin yelped when Kurt’s meaty paw wrapped around his toned arm and tugged him inside.  

“Justin!  Get the fuck in here!”  The brawny hunk yelled excitedly, throwing an arm around the wiry blonde.  There was a series of quick, heavy footfalls as Tucker hurried around the corner, clad in the same briefs as his friend.  

“Oh, shit!  It’s about goddamn time!” Tucker bowled into the two men, pinning Justin between himself and Kurt.  “The fuck took you so long?”  

The smaller man whimpered, his reeling mind leaving him dizzy.  He remembered Brad living in a tiny apartment, and the three jocks fucking every girl on campus.  They shouldn’t have been lounging in their briefs with each other in the spacious house.  When he’d received the photoshopped texts he’d imagined what it would actually feel like to have their strapping bodies pressed against him, but the confusing reality was better than anything his brain had come up with.  “Guys...what’s...why’re you like...this…” Justin stammered, entirely overwhelmed.  Despite their eager exteriors and grinning faces, Tucker and Kurt’s eyes still had an edge that made him nervous.  The two studs were pawing at him, their hands sliding up beneath his shirt and into his pants as they sniffed at his neck and chest.  Justin could feel their tented briefs digging into his sides as he squirmed between them, his lean frame feeling like it was vibrating with his own growing lust.  He was embarrassed at the way the pair so openly groped at his aching cock, but being wedged in the middle was like connecting a circuit, their shared lust feeding into each other.  

The wiry blonde blushed when he felt his pants land at his ankles, his exposed cock throbbing when the two men grabbed the neck of his thin t-shirt and ripped it to pieces.  Before Justin could step out of his pants, Kurt wrapped his arms around the thinner man’s trim midsection and lifted him into the air while Tucker bent and pulled the pants free.  

“So you’re finally here.”  

Justin’s stomach fluttered, his humiliation momentarily forgotten when he looked up and saw Brad standing on the stairs.  Unlike his friends, the dark-haired stud had on a pair of small, thin shorts, his wide cock twitching noticeably against the black fabric.  “Br...Brad...what’s going on here?” Justin whimpered in Kurt’s arms.  The last time the big man had held him it had been in the photo booth against his will, but now the last thing Justin wanted was for the muscled giant to let go.  “How is any of...this...possible?  What happened to you guys?”  

Brad grinned as he walked forward, running a slow hand through the new patch of hair on his tight stomach.  “Fuck if I know.  I think it was that photo booth.  I don’t know how, but it did...something...to all of us.  Just look.”  He walked over to a small table and picked up the string of photos, studying Justin’s face as the thin man’s eyes went wide at the altered reality they depicted.  

“I don’t understand...what do I have to do with any of this?  You guys dragged me in there!  I didn’t...didn’t…” he trailed off when Brad stepped close and began sniffing at his neck.  His cock throbbed when the athletic man’s strong hands brushed against his sides, any resolve he had left quickly losing ground.  

Brad pressed his forehead against Justin’s, their lips barely brushing.  “Does it matter?  You’re part of the pack now.  This is where you belong, isn’t it?”  

Justin knew he should say no.  He knew he should want nothing to do with Brad and his meathead friends, but as much as he hated to admit it, the second he’d stepped through the door a weight had been lifted.  He didn’t even know he’d been carrying it until it was suddenly gone.  Justin remembered what Scott said about trying to convince himself, finally realizing he’d been fighting a losing battle the whole time.  Brad’s stern, handsome face was as intimidating as ever, as were the beefy giants on either side, but at the same time their presence filled him with a contentment he’d never felt before.  They’d watch over him and keep him safe, and he’d take care of them in return.  That was how the group functioned.  Brad called the shots, but they all played a role that made the whole stronger than the sum of its parts.  

Brad gave Justin’s perky rear a squeeze and bit at one of his ears.  “I asked you a question,” he growled.  “Is this where you belong or not?”  

“It... it is…” Justin stammered, his voice a groaning whimper.  Instead of feeling defeated by the admission, the lean blonde felt an almost religious satisfaction.  He wasn’t giving up; he was submitting to a higher power.  His hands slid down Kurt and Tucker’s muscled stomachs before he knew it, slipping inside each of their tented briefs.  

The raven-haired Adonis grinned.  “Good boy,” he said, tousling Justin’s hair as he stepped away.  The smaller man had just barely managed to grab the other two’s thick, wide cocks before Kurt lifted him off the ground again and carried him up the stairs behind Brad to his mammoth bedroom.  “Let’s give you a proper introduction,” he said as Justin was deposited roughly on the bed.  

Instead of joining him, Justin watched Brad slowly strip out of his tiny shorts, tugging on a cock that looked painfully thick as he stood at the edge of the bed.  The wiry blonde felt a rush of pride and embarrassment as he thought about someone like Brad jerking off while looking at his toned, naked frame, but he wasn’t alone on the bed for long before the other two landed on him in a pile.  

Justin groaned at the onslaught of hairy, muscled flesh manhandling him in every direction.  He was tossed around like a ragdoll as the pair explored every inch of him.  He didn’t fight it.  He knew that wasn’t his place.  He let the pair pin him down and roll him over, wrapping his lips around their wide cocks as best he could when they pressed against his mouth, using his smaller hands to stroke the other as they took turns.  The whole time Brad kept working himself as he watched, telling Kurt and Tucker exactly what to do to Justin’s wiry frame.  

When Justin, flat on his stomach with Tucker’s fat cock in his mouth, felt his hips being lifted up off the bed he knew what was coming.  He just had time to look over at Brad when his vision blurred from the overwhelming sensation of Kurt’s massive pole splitting him open.  The stroking stud had the same wide, satisfied grin on his face as he watched the burly pair stuff the smaller man at both ends, seeming to love the way Justin bucked and writhed between them.  

As his senses came back to him, the overworked little blonde couldn’t believe how good he felt.  His much smaller cock oozed continuously as he stared at Brad’s pumping frame out of the corner of his eye, unable to look away from the increasingly magnetic figure.  There was a part of Justin’s brain that told him he should be mortified at his current situation, that he wasn’t just some fuck toy for the three men to boss around and use, but he surprised himself at his visceral reaction to the thought.  He wasn’t being used and ordered around; he was being taken care of like any member of the pack.  

Justin felt himself tremble from excitement when Brad walked over and began stroking his back, the other man’s girthy monster inches from his face.  He knew what was coming, but when the warm, sticky explosion blasted against his face it was better than he ever could have imagined.  He whined around Tucker’s cock and gazed longingly up at Brad, his own little rod erupting as the two giants continued thrusting into each end.  

“Good boy,” Brad said, smearing the cum into Justin’s hair.  “Welcome home.”