Wolf Pack -- Ken Part 01

“C'mon man you can't say shit like that…”

Ken just laughed even harder. “That's just cause you didn't know how much of a faggot he was. Dude, if i just walked into the locker room I could see his dick get hard.”

“Why were you starin at his dick?” another frat brother laughed.

“Fuck off dude. It was the only thing that made him look like a man. But whatever. That's not the point. I bullied that little faggot out of school. He ended up going somewhere else. One of my boys asked his friends what happened and he was just like just be happy he found an alpha that doesn't take revenge.” Ken paused as the others just stared. They were acting like he's just killed the mood. None of them seemed to find the story as funny as he did. “What? You guys don’t think that’s crazy? He thinks some gay guy is going to be able to take me out? Fuck that!”

“But you said you bullied him out of school,” Troy's girlfriend spoke up. “What’d he even do?”

“He’d tried flirting with me,” Ken laughed. “‘Pparently thought I'd be interested in him so i went along with it, got him naked and leaked his nudes to the entire school. Principal found out. But he never told him it was me. Even if he did the school wouldn't have believed him.”

Still, the rest of the group around the bonfire acted like Ken had killed the mood. Troy's girlfriend snuggled up closer to him while a couple of the guys grabbed a beer. Ken chugged the rest of his and got up. “Need to take a leak…” he grumbled walking into the forest. The rest just nodded and he could hear them start talking again when he'd gotten a little bit away from them. 

“Whatever,” he scoffed fishing his dick out. “If that dumbass really thought I'd be interested in him he was just delusional.” Lucky for Ken the full moon was out lighting up the forest. It was easily enough light to see that he was pissing on the side of a log. He always liked this spot behind the frat house for parties. It was far enough away from everything to be quiet and secluded but close enough to where he didn't have to walk too far. 

“Whatever,” he scoffed shaking the last bit of pee out of his dick. “They don't know…” he was getting defensive about it thinking that maybe he could have been a jerk. “Fuck ‘em.” he said again. 

Behind him a branch snapped. He spun around looking to see which of the guys would be sneaking up on him. “Haha. Very funny Troy,” he called out. No one popped up though. When Troy was called out he always just showed up. 

Another branch snapped. “Troy..?” No response. “Justin?” he was starting to get worried. “C'mon guys what the hell? Quit messin around!” 

Still no one showed up. No one trying to scare him and no one admitting defeat. “Must be my imagination…” Ken was trying to calm his nerves but it wasn't really working. He was still on edge knowing full well the forest behind the frat house had wild animals in it. But he wasn't some pussy. He could handle some deer or whatever. But then he wondered if it was a bear… “Shit,” he muttered walking a little faster.

“Why'd i have to go pee so fucking far away!” his pace quickened. Another branch snapped. The jock was nearly sprinting now. How far away was he? He didn't know he just kept going forward. Hoping to see that campfire. Another branch snapped. 

He full on sprinted forward. But in the darkness he didn't see a root and tripped over it falling to the ground. His body rolled and he could see his shin scraped up. “Damn it…” he cursed. “Why do I haveta be so stupid… running away from…” 

His words were caught in his throat as his eyes raised up seeing something he didn't know what it was. In front if him was standing a giant beast. It stood on two legs staring down. In the moonlight Ken could see a flash of his sharp teeth.

A scream got caught in his throat. He desperately tried backing away from it. Little by little he moved further away but the beast just stared down at him almost mockingly. It bared its fangs as it crouched onto Ken's body. His yellow eye glowed in the moonlight.

Ken's eyes drifted down and saw a huge dick dripping down his leg. He whimpered at the sight of it. “Please don't hurt me… please.” 

The beast grinned. His long wolfish snout flashed a row of sharp deadly teeth. His claws swiped across Ken's chest causing the man to scream. Blood gushed from the wound and covered his tattered shirt. The beast turned around, ignoring the noise Ken was giving off. 

“Always knew you were a pussy,” the beast growled before jumping away.

The entire bonfire party came running towards the sounds of Ken's screams. They called out for him trying to get closer to his location. They saw his blood tattered shirt and Troy ran up to him. “Dude! Are you alright?” Troy tried applying pressure to where the wound would be but didn't feel any blood coming out. “The fuck? A fucking prank? Man! We were all worried about you. First you take forever pissin now you're going to play a fucking prank?” 

The group got up and started walking back to the bonfire. “Very funny,” another one scoffed. 

Ken was slowly coming back to his senses the smell of his urine down the side of his leg broke him out of the haze he was in. His vision finally returned as he realized where he was. Looking down he could see that the giant wound he should have barely even looked like a scratch. If not for the full moon there was no way he could see it. He ran his hands over his body still grasping with the fact that he was still alive. 

Looking over at the bonfire he wondered if he should go join his friends again but decided to call it a night. 

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Ken woke up wondering if this had all been a dream even the small scratches he would have gotten from running through the woods was gone. But then his eyes caught the shirt stained with blood and torn to pieces. “Shit…” his fear returned as he remembered how big of a beast stood in front of him. 

Just thinking about his giant fangs bearing down at him got his body shaking again. His sharp nails easily could tear him apart.

“Wake up dude!” Troy banged on his door pulling him out of his daydream. “Fresh meats here! You better be ready in a minute or Dave's gonna be pissed!” 

Ken wiped the rest of the sleep from his eyes and grabbed a sleeveless shirt and some shorts. He jumped down the stairs and saw the other guys sitting comfortably as a row of guys lined up along the wall, waiting to be judged. Most of them seemed nervous but there was one that stuck out to Ken. “Ned?” he questioned under his breath. 

However, it wasn't the Ned he knew. Gone was the sheepish scrawny kid terrified of anyone he didn't know, now there was an aura of confidence about him. That's not even including how much stronger he looked. He confidently wore a sleeveless shirt showing off his hairy arms and chest. The front of his shirt pushed out as his thick pecs pushed them out while a tight ass pressed up against his shorts. He looked like an all American jock ready to take on the world. Just with a lot more hair. He leaned against the bookshelf behind him staring directly at Ken. With a wide grin he gave Ken a wave.

“Alright boys! Listen up!” Troy shouted getting the frats attention. The newer members stood up straight looking forward. 

Dave stood on a chair and addressed them all. The chair creaked under his large athletic body but he didn't show any fear. “Alright fresh meat! To get into this frat you first have to prove you wanna be in here. Got it?”

The group returned a powerful, “yes sir,” in unison. 

“Good,” Dave said looking over the recruits. “First things first, we'll start assigning you a brother to follow around. You have to do whatever he tells you. Does anyone know someone here?”

Ken's eyes stared down Ned. He didn't like the presence the guy he’d bullied was giving off. Just standing there was making him feel uncomfortable. Moreover he didn't know why he was at a half mast right now. Those powerful piercing eyes just had him hypnotized. ‘Don’t…’ Ken thought hard trying to keep Ned from raising his hand.

“i know Kenny over there,” Ned pointed over at Ken. The grin he gave off just made him that much more uncomfortable. He didn't like how that faggot was looking at him. Even if he'd changed everything about himself that's all he was to Ken. “We went to high school together.”

“Oh? That true Kenny?” Dave mocked the nickname Ken had just been given. 

“Yea… But its Ken,” he corrected. “We knew each other.”

Dave pointed to Ned. “Alright big guy. You'll be with Ned. One down several to go.” Dave started auctioning off the rest of the group to the remaining frat guys. 

“You've changed a lot,” Ken observed. 

Ned flexed his arm in the white sleeveless shirt. Dark brown hair spilled out every part of it. “You think?” 

Ken rolled his eyes. “You going to listen to me?”

“Of course I will Kenny. How am I supposed to be a good brother unless I listen,” Ned had such a disingenuous smile as he said it. “You know it feels so good when you submit to your alpha.”

“It’s Ken.” he ignored the rest of it because he had no idea what Ned could have meant. He’d always been a bit of a weirdo but Ken wasn't about to make it a bigger deal than he had to.

“Isn't that what I said?”

Ken rolled his eyes again. “Follow me,” Ken led Ned through the frat house up to his room. His dirty clothes filled the room. Everything was a mess. He hadn’t cleaned anything since he moved in. Dirty clothes and clean clothes were mixed together while sports equipment and books laid around. “I want this cleaned up before I get back,” Ken commanded 

“Yes sir,” Ned gave a fake salute, mocking Ken as he left the room.

He wasn't happy about this. Not in the slightest. Brushing off his concerns he headed for the gym. It’d been nearly 4 years since he’d seen Ned. Of course people change. But this was far more drastic than Ken would have ever suspected. The former Ned would shrink in on himself just in Ken’s presence. But now it almost felt like he should listen to him. That Ned had this authority over him.

Ken just needed to do his workout for the day. Being the kicker on the football team helped pay for a lot of his schooling he just wished he wasn't backup. But his addiction to desserts after meals and his love of binge drinking at frat parties made him a little bit slower and less coordinated than the other kickers. He had a decent build but there was probably about 20 pounds of fat that he had that the other kickers didn't. Every Time he’d see them in the gum with their shirts off he'd get at least a little jealous of their v tapered sides and abs. He'd ‘tried’ dieting but usually gave it up after a week or two. 

“Hey there big guy,” Anthony prodded at Ken's light belly. “Still trying to work off that baby weight?” Mitch stood behind him and laughed stupidly. The two other kickers always had to say something. 

“Yeah. Yeah,” Ken dismissed. “Better than not being able to score when the goals wide open.” To most it would sound like Ken was referencing the recent game where he missed a field goal but to everyone on the football team they'd heard the reason why he couldn't keep a girlfriend. Apparently getting it up and keeping it up were two separate functions.

Anthony didn’t let it faze him. “Least I get to take a shot,” he bragged.

“Yeah, you just miss 100% of the shots you take. Or something like that…” Ken intentionally misquoted. He closed the locker and headed toward the gym. The two tried to think of something funny to say but Anthony didn't have anything and Mitch was even slower on the uptake. 

Ken put his headphones in his ears, ignoring them. It was back and biceps today but he still needed to focus on his cardio. He warmed up with a twenty minute run and then went to the free weights. He needed to stay trim so he couldn't lift anything too heavy. Instead he'd just do more reps at a lighter weight. 

Watching his body lift the weight he couldn't help but stare at it a little closer. Something about it seemed different. He couldn’t put his finger on it but he almost felt like he looked thinner. Each muscle looked just a little bit more defined. He grabbed at his fat but there didn’t seem as much as he usually could grab.

Its wasn’t that he was sick or anything but rather that there was less fat around his face and even his waist. He looked up and down trying to figure it out but it's not like he weighed any less than usual. “Maybe it's the facial hair…” he reasoned looking at the growing beard on his face. He'd always had a bit of trouble growing facial hair but now it looked like it was coming in rather nicely. “Nah… that can't be it…” But through his entire workout he couldn't shake the feeling that he looked a little different.

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Ken slammed the door open in his room expecting it to still be a complete mess. However, everything was picked up and organized exactly where it was supposed to go. It was far more organized than it was ever supposed to be. 

He quickly looked for something that could have been wrong. A paper in the wrong binder, a book on the wrong shelf, a game not in alphabetical order, a baby blue jockstrap on top of all his underwear… “Huh?” he questioned seeing the foreign piece of clothing. “What the Hell?” this wasn't his. He would never wear something like this. “NED!” his voice bellowed through the frat house. “NED!” he shouted again.

“Looks like someone's in trouble…” Troy taunted. Ned was right next to him. It looked like he'd been talking for a while before Ken had called for him. He gave him a friendly punch to the arm. “Don’t want Ken to be mad at you.”

“Ehh… Kenny’s always been like this. Once something doesn't go his way he whines like a little bitch,” Ned grinned at the comment only pissing Ken off more.

“It’s Ken,” he said firmly. “You'll call me Ken.”

Even with the threatening tone in his voice Ned didn't flinch. If anything he seemed almost to enjoy watching Ken try to assert his authority to over him. “Sure thing Ken. Thought you really liked it when the guys called you Kenny.” He paused and scratched his unshaven face. “You trying to copy me, buddy?”

Ken’s face dropped as he heard the new nickname but Troy interrupted him. “Yeah man. What's with the facial hair? You never let it grow out…”

“Personally preferred him when he couldn't grow any on his body or face. Makes him look so much cuter,” Ned added.

“I’m not cute!” Ken stamped his foot angrily. He realized how pathetic it came off as and his face shot red.

“You're definitely not cute…” Ned scratched the bottom of Kens chin. Troy laughed only making him feel even more embarrassed. 

“Fuck off,” he commanded trying to take control of the situation. “I've still got a problem with you putting these in my dresser!” Ken held up the bright baby blue jockstrap, shoving it in Ned's face. “Why was this in my dresser?”

“Cause it was in your room,” Ned was calm and cool about it. Not a hint of remorse or lie.

Troy couldn't hold his laughter back anymore. “Dude! Why you've got a baby blue jock? That thing lucky or something?”

“It's not mine!” Ken stamped his foot again but his face only grew redder. He wasn't used to people dogging on him so much.

“Then where'd it come from?” it was Troy doing the questioning so he couldn't even yell at Ned.

“i don't know! Ask him!” Ken shot back.

“I found it sticking out from under your mattress. Figured it'd just go with the rest of your underwear…” Ned shrugged.

“The hell you did!”

Troy looked skeptical of Ken denial. “Dude… Then where'd it come from?”

“He must have left and picked it up! This isn't mine!” Ken was running out of breath. Seeing Troy dismiss him and act like he was crazy was starting to get to him.

“He was here the whole time…” Troy said. “He didn't leave… I came looking for you and he was still here. Honestly compared to my pledge you got fucking lucky. Patrick's a pussy compared to Ned.”

“Then he brought it before he got here!” Even a part of Ken didn't believe that. But it want his and he didn't know how it got here.

“Dude…” Troy said. “It’s alright to have a jock…”

“It's not mine!” he stamped again. 

Troy took a step back then laughed. It was really uncomfortable as he tried to ignore the situation. Ken looked over at Ned. The smug look on his face just made him even angrier. He knew it wasn't his. 

“Personally i think it'd look pretty good on you,” Ned moved around him and carressed the bottom of his chin. He made it look like a joke but it felt like something more. Ken couldn't quite place it as he fumed. “You just gotta shave everything else off though. I mean just thinking about your soft smooth skin in nothing but a jock sounds really hot.” He gave Ken a firm slap to the bottom. However Ken could tell it wasn't a joke as he felt the hard dick pushing into his leg. Ned was asserting his dominance. 

Ken tried to think of a comeback but his mind went blank. Ned pulled in closer to him caressing his side while nearly pinning him to the wall. Something inside him told him this wasn't right but his body refused to move. Feeling Ned’s strong hands around his body was more than he ever wanted. He let out a soft whimper as he stared into Ned's ferocious eyes.

“Dude. What the fuck?” Troy pulled Ken back to reality. His whole body was shaking with anticipation.

“Get off me!” Ken pushed Ned away from him. “It's not mine. That's the end of that!” Ken slammed his door closed on the two guys. “Fucking bullshit,” he cursed throwing some things to the ground. Seeing the near spotless room just made him even angrier. He couldn't stand the idea of Ned hanging out with other guys. “I’m the alpha!” he paused not sure where that would have come from. The strange declaration had given him pause.

“Whatever,” he fell down onto his bed and closed his eyes. In the brief moment of silence he realized how hard his dick was. “Damn it…” he rolled around trying to make it go down. All the pressure did was make him even hornier. “Whatever…” he groaned sitting back up on his bed. He had a few pictures on his phone and pulled them out. 

His favorite was a girl with a cutoff jersey that didn't even go past her perky breasts. she looked over at the camera biting her index finger while her other hand leaned onto a football. Her weight obviously rested on the football while she stared innocently at the camera. He loved the idea of her wanting her. Her begging him to come over there and fuck her. 

His pace started to pick up on the bed. Slowly humping against the mattress as he simulated the fake sex. His thoughts filled in the gaps as he plunged deeper into the fantasy. He’d gotten good at keeping the imagination strong. Just slowly working his dick, adding pressure with his legs and adjusting with his hands. 

Physically he was getting more into it. He loved the feeling. But then he pictured Ned. A flash of anger shot through him as he thought of Med leaning against the wall staring at him. His strong arms crossed just watching him. His uncaring eyes watched Ken.

Kens thoughts drifted away from the girl. All he could think about was Neds strong embrace. In his fantasy he saw Ned crossing the room. His intense gaze made it impossible to look away. Ken stared, his mouth slightly agape. 

“Your such a good boy,” Ned’s deep voice radiated through his body.

Ken’s sexual motions had slowed when his thoughts shifted to Ned but the second he visualized that voice he picked back up. He maneuvered his hips around on the bed. His dick twitched at the thought. Ned went behind him and pulled him up to his hairy muscles. “Such a good boy.” 

Another shudder went through Ken's body. The complement felt so good. He started moving again, shifting his weight to change the pressure on his dick. Ned’s hand would be all over him. He could feel his power as he grinded up against Kens back. He wanted it so badly. A pressure pushed against Ken’s hole and he let out a moan.

“You’re so tight…” Ned growled. His big dick pressed up against Ken. He was having trouble getting in. “Almost too tight…” Ned pushed harder trying to make his way in. Ken whimpered but didn't want him to stop. He felt bad that he hadn't been ready for Ned yet. He leaned more into the mattress, opening up his asshole just a little more. 

Ned pushed in opening him up. He let out a moan while Ken let out a gasp. “Good boy,” putting more of his weight onto Ken. His masculine body pressed him into the mattress. His weight felt so good. He could feel Ned's dick moving around inside him. That sudden intense pain was replaced by a pleasure he’d never felt before. “Such a good boy,” Ned repeated. 

The complement was too much. Ken felt himself cum onto his sheets. His body jerked back and forth humping his mattress. His body gasped as it slowly pulled him back to reality. “Woah…” he grinned but then realized the feeling in his ass hadn't gone away. He looked down at a finger digging deep into his ass. “What the?!” he pulled it out hard without thinking. “Agghhh!”

“Having fun?” Ned was standing in the doorway. There was that wolfish grin Ken hated looking at. Ned seemed so happy about something.

“How much did you see you sick fuck?” Ken tried to maintain any sort of control but still sounded meek.

“Enough…”

Ken flipped around and stood up. He pulled up his underwear and moved closer to Ned. “You think this is funny?” he threatened.

“Nah,” Ned said cooly. “Personally? I think it’s hot. You don't have to stop on my account. Go on. Don’t you want to try two?” 

It wasn't till he added the condescending laugh that Ken lost it. He grabbed Ned by collar and held him against the wall. Ken seethed. “You asshole. What’s wrong with you?”

“I'm just some faggot, remember? Some dumbass faggot you bullied out of school. Isn’t it so funny? Look at everyone laughing.” Ned didn't even skip a breath. His cold eyes stared into Kens soul. “Don’t you want this little ole faggot inside you? I could make you feel so good…” Ken’s knees felt weak. His asshole suddenly felt so empty.

Ken’s grip loosened. He forced himself to keep Ned against the wall but his strength was waning. “What's happening to me?” he whimpered. 

Ned fixed his collar as Ken let him down. “Just becoming your true self,” there was a bit of a laugh as Ned said it. “Your just going to be a perfect little beta.”

“What?”

“A beta,” Ned laughed again. “You're going to be my beta.”

“I don't…”

“You don’t need to understand.” Ned took his chance and spun Ken around. His muscular body held him against the wall. “You're going to be mine.” He leaned forward and pushed his tongue into Kens mouth. 

For a second Ken felt like he was in heaven. Feeling that strong man hold him down was just too much. He let Ned take over. His body fell against his muscular chest. “Huh? But I’m not gay…” he realized what he was doing. “I mean… I mean…” Ken pushed the other guy away. “I'm not a faggot! I'm not! What’s wrong with you?” 

Ned just smiled down. “Alright buddy,” he added. “But just when you change your mind… you know where I am.” 

Ken slammed the door behind him. He was pissed. How dare someone like Ned try to act tougher than him. He couldn't believe the gall the guy he’d bullied for years had. He was the fucking alpha. He was the one who was supposed to be in charge. But a flash of Ned being on top of him shot through his mind. His knees went weak.

“Damn it…” he whined looking at his erect cock.