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Fuckwulf on the Prowl (Fuckwulf 3) JF Harker

Fuckwulf on the Prowl (Fuckwulf 3)

JF Harker

Published March 4th 2012
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Bryce is now a full-fledged member of his pack, and the strength of his wolf-spirit lets him take whatever he wants from lesser men. Even a wolf has needs though, sexual needs that can only be satisfied through the ritual of the hunt. Can Andre theMoreBryce is now a full-fledged member of his pack, and the strength of his wolf-spirit lets him take whatever he wants from lesser men. Even a wolf has needs though, sexual needs that can only be satisfied through the ritual of the hunt. Can Andre the bartender possibly resist the full force of a werewolfs erotic charisma?This 3500 word story is the third in the Fuckwulf trilogy of erotic werewolf bdsm stories. It contains scenes of erotic mind control, rough back-alley gay sex, oral sex, sodomy, and bdsm.“Rum and coke.” Bryce stood alongside the bar, eying his prospects. He could smell the testosterone-laden musk in the air, and he felt his wolf-spirit evaluating the men that walked by, those on the dance floor, those at the bar. He could tell it was seeking out suitable prey, looking for a conquest that would satiate its growing need for control. He wasn’t as cavalier about the “sheep” as Cole had been. He wanted to find a man whose need to submit was as great as his need to dominate. He wanted to find someone worth the time, worth the effort. He was, he realized, a picky hunter.The bartender placed his drink on the bar in front of him. “Anything else I can get you?”Bryce regarded the man out of the corner of his eye. He was young, younger than Bryce, in his early-to-mid twenties. Fresh faced, slender, with delicate features, close-cropped hair, and a stud in his ear and nose. He could smell the bartender’s natural scent under the light aftershave he wore, and instantly knew that the Wolf wanted him.“Anything else?” Bryce grinned. “How about a blow-job.”“Ha,” the bartender smiled, not sure how serious Bryce was being. “I’m not sure how to make one of those.”“Simple.” Bryce turned his full attention on the man, and the bartender flinched slightly under the intensity of the Wolf’s steady gaze. “You get out here, get on your fucking knees, and suck my cock. Think you can handle that?”The bartender’s face flushed under the dim club lighting and he licked his lips nervously, glancing at the other patrons at the bar. He toyed with the stud in his ear absently, started to speak, faltered, glanced at the bar, and tried to speak again. “Not… not here. Go sit at that table there. I’ll take my break.”Bryce grunted, and turned away. Privately he was surprised at the man’s earnest agreement. It was his first time trying to bring the Wolf to bear on someone not of his pack. With the Wolf-spirited there was always a struggle for dominance — the two pack-mates’ wolf-essence would conflict, struggle, and one would submit — but with the bartender, with this Sheep, he immediately agreed to what Bryce asked. If it was always this easy, it was no wonder that so many of his brethren held the sheep in contempt.Drink in hand Bryce made his way over to the indicated booth, sliding along until his back was to the wall. Less than a minute later the bartender arrived, sliding in alongside him, his eyes cast down to the table. He looked up, trying to say something, but no words left his mouth. Bryce simply stared at the man until he lowered his eyes again, falling to his knees, crawling under the table.