Wolf Station Chapter 5: Wulf in the City By Evan Andrews 2023
This is a fan fiction.
"Wolf Station" is part of a larger cycle of stories related to my Hunters and Hunted series.
As always, I had some faces in mind as I wrote these stories. Wulf is based on rugby player David Williams, Aaron on AFL player Aaron Hall, the first captive on model Martin Mica, and the blond American Ninja Warrior contestant Franklin Bain.
This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the actors or the characters they play. Fuck Freight anchors another set of stories and was inspired by a porno of the same name.
I apologize for all the Australianisms I'm about to get wrong; please, assume that no insult was meant.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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Wulf, after an uneventful trip, drove past the ugly wall of suburbia and straight into Sydney, to the harbor district, where he parked the rover.
He looked around to see if one of the Fuck Freight ships was at anchor, but he was out of luck.
"Oh well, I'll have to deal with a local provider."
Wulf tuned his hunter's senses on and went off on foot to sniff out' any of the pirate' vessels that plied the South Seas. It took a while, but eventually he was lucky enough to zero in on a well-broken-in freighter (actually named the Jolly Rogerer', though the name painted on her side was Bijou'). Working crew were busy on deck, out of sight, but the guards standing at the foot of the gangway had the look of hunters.
`Like calls to like,' Wulf mused.
He walked up to the guards and said simply, "Take me to your captain."
The men stared at Wulf, trying to get him to leave, but Brothers could outstare any monkey, trained security guard or not, and eventually they looked away.
The youngest of them said, "Uh, if you'll come this way, sir," before leading Wulf up on deck (with Wulf appreciating the firm ass that filled out the kid's jeans) and then to the captain's office.
Captain Aaron, the Indigenous half of the leadership, looked up as Wolf walked in and recognized the signs immediately.
"Welcome aboard, hunter. What can the Jolly Rogerer do for you?"
"I need a bitch," Wulf said simply, "What do you have that you're prepared to sell?"
Aaron would never have acknowledged the ship's true purpose to any random Tom, Dick, or Harry, but with this man he somehow knew the secret would be safe.
"Sorry, there're people deal in female slaves, but we..."
"Why said anything about women?" Wulf growled.
"Oh, well, in that case I have two on ice right now. Will you come below?"
Wulf appreciated that the monkey captain had enough manners not to try to chitchat, and he followed the handsome dark-skinned man down into the hold. One side of a passage was a series of cell doors, each of which locked from the outside and all of which had a slide covered peephole. The number of cells, for such they obviously were, spoke not only of the Jolly's primary occupation, but also of her success.
The first cell held a breathtakingly handsome dark-haired young man. A rumpled designer suit covered his fashion model perfect physique, and he sat, with his face in his hands, on the built-in shelf that served as a bed, chair, and table. The overall impression was that of a contestant in one of those "locked in a cell" reality shows—except those people got to go home when the show was over. This boy never was, and he looked like he realized that.
"A real quality piece here," Aaron said. "The money a white boy like him will bring on the Asian mainland would make you cry."
Aaron touched a button on the wall and spoke into the intercom.
"You, stand up."
The young man looked up at the door blankly and got to his feet.
"Turn around."
Model Boy did, but Wulf (who could imagine the Bunyip's reaction to such a boy) shook his head, saying, "He's too posh. What else do you have."
"We've only got one more right now, an American sea kayaker that we found separated from his tour group out in the islands. The trusting lad even climbed aboard the Rogerer of his own free will; I love it when the slaves deliver themselves."
The third cell (the pirates only put human stock in adjacent cells when they were full up) held a young blond bearded man wearing stubbies and a sun-faded muscle-shirt. Though not as handsome as Model Boy, this boy had an air of `All-American Boy' that Wulf recognized from Steve-o, and the alpha rubbed his crotch. Aaron put the blond through his paces while Wulf all but drooled. This-- this was a boy worth Sealing as a bitch.
"I'll take him."
"Good, then let's go back to my office and talk money."
Buyer and seller took a while determining how much cash was going to change hands before Wulf could drive away with the boy, but in the end, both parties were satisfied. Wulf produced gold enough to cover the price and then stood up.
"Uh, you can't just take the boy now," Aaron said, "The port authority has patrols on the dock (some of which aren't on the take). They may not be all that bright, but you still have to be a little subtle. I tell you what. Accept our entertainment for the rest of the day, and we'll load your slave up after it's dark."
The crew had a comfortable lounge that echoed the feel of the main room at Wolf station. Wulf and Aaron dropped into easy chairs, and the purser appeared with simple food and water. Again, Wulf was pleased at the pirate's manners, and he was surprised when he tasted the water.
"Rainwater, chilled but not frozen, "Aaron said. "If you're what I think you are, I thought you'd prefer it to beer or pop—and not eve I would drink the local water."
"I am, and I do. Thank you."
"So, while we're waiting, did you want to break your slave in?"
"Bitch," Wulf corrected, "And no, I'll wait until I'm home to do that."
Some things needed to be done in private, and, as if he understood, Aaron nodded sagely.
"Then would you like to sample one of our slaves—er, bitches?"
Wulf laughed, "No, your boys would rightly be called slaves. And I don't know. What do you have?"
A small pack of Chinese and ASEAN boys were produced, and Wulf immediately took to one of them—the one that looked most like a man and least like a boy. Brothers might do a lot of fucking, but they had their standards.
"We call that one Beef," Aaron said. "Good choice."
Aaron himself chose another, a boy whose wispy beard accentuated the more twink-like lines of his body. The two slaves fell to their knees between the men's spread legs and began to open their pants in order to fish out their hard cocks.
Wulf sighed. Why did monkeys always have to start sex with sucking dick? When it was good, it was very good, of course, but when it was bad.... Wulf damned the whole monkey Kamasutra to perdition. Still, in short order Beef proved he knew how to give a top-notch blowjob (almost as good as Steve-o's), so Wulf didn't let Pack prejudices keep him from enjoying the slave's talents. More of Aaron's crew joined them in the lounge, and the remaining slave-boys (and their holes) got divided up amongst them.
Eventually, despite Beef's amazing oral talent, Wulf just had to get into the slave's ass, and he bent the firm young brown body over the back of the chair before plowing into him. Aaron followed suit with his twink slave, as did his crew, and soon the whining of sex slaves in their natural state (filled with hard dick) filled the room. Moved by the ship's hospitality, Wulf eventually invited Aaron to join him by fucking his slave's hot mouth.
"No," the indigenous slaver said, "Thanks, but I like my boys less masculine."
"You have no idea what you're missing. Wherever you got Beef from, my guess is he'd already been sucking cock professionally for a while. He's damned good."
"Well, if you're going to insist," Aaron said with a smile, "I will, but in return you need to try breeding my boy here."
`The things you do in the name of diplomacy,' Wulf thought.
The two men seeded Beef, and then Wulf did give Aaron's preferred boy a ride. He might not have been visually impressive, but he certainly did know how to get fucked.
They all spent the afternoon enjoying the various available slave bodies, but finally the sun set.
"You go get your car, and we'll get your boy ready to travel," Aaron said.
For a moment, Wulf considered trying to buy Beef as well, but decided against it. One bitch would anchor a den (Steve-o not being a Sealed bitch could never take the place of one); two bitches, though, might lead to competition at the bottom of the fucking food chain. Wulf had heard stories of that happening, and they weren't pretty.
While Wulf went to retrieve his rover (which was surprisingly where he'd left it—clearly pissing the rover down too had left it with an aura of "you want to leave this alone"), the slavers extracted the blond boy, Franklin, from his cell and forced a ball gag into his mouth. They debated blindfold the struggling young man, but decided against it. Not bothering to strip him (figuring Wulf would want to do that too), they cuffed his hands and ankles. To finish the job, they used one strap to keep his arms at his sides and another to keep his thighs together. Only then did the slavers lift the now only feebly struggling slave and drop him into a wooden box. Latching it closed, they carried it (and him) out onto the dock. The box fit nicely into the back of the rover, and Wulf slammed the hatch shut.
Aaron shook Wulf's hand as the latter opened the driver's side door and said, "I hope you enjoy your purchase. Remember us the next time you find yourself needing quality goods."
Wulf, still thinking of Beef, nodded and drove away.