Duke - Book 1: Alpha Rising (Prologue)
An erotic drama, with laughter and tears, his story will touch you, and have you...
An erotic drama, with laughter and tears, his story will touch you, and have you touching yourself.
Two worlds collide as Duke has to tell his boyfriend Mike his secret, that not only can he change into a black German Shepherd, but also that the Irish Setter he brought home from his family vacation is actually his lover Rourke.
Rourke, a 'purist', his primitive people brutalized him for being gay. By becoming his 'Alpha', Duke rescued him, but to remain an 'Alpha' Duke has to lead a pack. The machinations of the 'purists' not only lead Duke to gather a pack, but also to take action that will have far-reaching ramifications.
For Duke to tell Mike his secret, they have to mate. Their love on the line, the real threat comes from within, as another competes for Duke's affection.
Animal experimentation, a knife-wielding homophobe, a local whore, and an ailing grandparent who has to pass along his gift of 'change' add to his troubles, but a hundred year old tortoise with a secret comes to his aide.
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** DUKE**
Book 1: Alpha Rising
by scavola
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PROLOGUE
I rolled down the window as we pulled off the highway. The draft was biting as I popped my head out, eyes clamped shut, but with a big smile. Sniffing, I missed this, the country, fresh air and all the scents of nature.
"Dude, I'm freezing." Mike cranked up the heat. "What are you, a dog?"
"A-woo," I bellowed, "a-woo-oo-oo!"
"A dog goes bark, bark, bark," he said, imitating the children's toy.
I pulled my head back in, rolling up the window. Settling for the scents of Mike, I playfully sniffed up his armpit; he smelled clean, always did.
"Dude, I'm driving." He shoved me off.
I sulked, whimpering, looking up to him with big, blue puppy-dog eyes. One eye on the road, the other eye glanced my way. He smiled, reached over, and scratched my belly.
"Goody boy dude, good boy." I panted, sliding up in my seat so his hand scratched lower. "Dude, you're showing," he said chuckling. I wasn't 'showing', but my pants tented. "You as a dog, you'd never stop slurping your crotch."
"Or humping your leg," I said, my voice much deeper than his, almost a growl.
"If you were a dog, what kind of dog would you be?" he asked, mocking our psyche professor.
"A black German Shepherd," I replied, cringing for having answered too quickly and decisively.
"I can see that," he said, nodding. He called me 'darkly' or 'devilishly' handsome.
"What about you?" With Mike's fair features and thin build, I saw him as a Whippet.
"I wouldn't be a dog," he said, furrowing his brow, "I think I'd be a horse."
A late bloomer, he didn't hit puberty until sixteen and hadn't finished. Besides being smaller, he had boyish looks and a boy's higher voice. For years, doctors tried to treat what they called a 'condition'. Series of steroid, hormone, and testosterone shots did nothing but erode his self-esteem and, as a side effect, double the size of his cock. So yeah, a horse made sense.
"A dog and a horse, would we still . . .?"
"If I was a horse?" he asked coyly.
"Yeah," I said, "or not."
He rubbed his chin, mocking serious consideration. "Hypothetically, if you were a dog would we still be together?" My heart skipped a beat; he didn't know it, but this could define our relationship going forward. "The answer is yes, but only because I love you dude." He grabbed my hand and kissed it before settling them in his lap.
Much better than a 'fuck no', still, it was only hypothetical . . .
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Eyes closed, he kissed me softly and pulled away. Parked in the driveway of my parent's house, we did a thing he liked to do. Eyes closed, he kissed me softly and pulled away. We lived together at school and as both animal science majors took all our classes together. We were inseparable, as we'd been since childhood friends, him having lived down the road.
He kissed me softly and pulled away, eyes fluttering open. "Dude, are you sure I can't come in?"
"Mom will be home soon with Scout," my little brother, "I don't want her walking in on us," again.
"But I won't have you for a whole week, dude, that's seven days and nights alone."
"Right," I said chuckling, "like I haven't heard that one already."
"I guess you need a break." He turned away.
I pulled his face to mine. "I never get a break from you because I love you; you're always with me." Sappy, but with Mike I was sappy.
His huge smile met mine. Our kiss deep, passionate, and greedy, each of us took what we could to tide us over. The car door opened and I backed away slowly. He clung to me, restrained by his seat belt.
"I love you," we said together, as I shut the door. The little white sedan backed out of the driveway. Only a week, but still, I felt a piece of me go with him, until I got tackled in a bear hug.
"Duke, you're back!"
I had no idea who it was until I pulled away.
"Holy fuck Dustin, I've been gone what, four months?"
He grinned bashfully. "I guess I had a growth spurt."
"You're not the kid next door anymore; you're the guy next store." Almost as tall as me but not as big, gangly with big feet, big hands, and big ears, he'd get even bigger.
"But you're still that guy I shouldn't be hanging around with."
"Your mom still has a problem with me being gay?"
"Oh yeah," he said, scoffing. His mom was one of those passive bigots, polite to your face, but behind your back . . .
"You got any problem with me being gay?"
"As long as you don't rub off on me," he said, laughing.
Tempted to grab him in a headlock as I usually would, I could have ended up the one in the headlock, which would have been awkward. We settled for a slap on the back hug and a promise to get together later.
Nobody home, I let myself in to our two-story colonial. Rustic in earth tones, it had lots of leafy plants, and comfortable, oversized furniture. A vaulted ceiling foyer, the dining room, front, and the kitchen, rear, were to the right, the family room and den to the left.
I bounded up the stairs to my room, still decorated in, let's say, a popular sci-fi franchise. Hand-painted on the wall, a massive planetary orbit battle from the sixth/third movie, I didn't have the heart to cover it. I quickly stripped, tossing the clothes on Mom's step machine, now pushed off to the side.
In the bathroom, I'll admit I checked myself out, compact, five feet but big. My chest and abs covered in dark hair, which I kept trimmed. My thick thighs, left natural, were hairy, but Mike liked me to keep my crotch neat, shaved, my bulbous-headed cock drooping over a stuffed sack the size of a grapefruit.
I buckled a loose nylon collar around my neck, blue, which Mom said 'brought out my eyes', and changed. Trotting downstairs and out the back door, lifting my leg to the shrubbery, I saw Dustin headed in to the woods bordering our yards. Sneaking up on him, I shoved my nose up the seat of his pants; he smelled earthy, probably from sitting on the ground, and musky, which was new.
"I should have known it was you," he said, laughing. He knelt and hugged me and I licked his face. He headed off, patting his thigh for me to follow.
In the shade of the forest, even cooler, I was glad that I had my coat. Still below freezing at night, no new growth, just dead leaves, some scat from smaller creatures, and various urines. We stepped off the path and went to 'our place', a clearing by the stream. I was surprised to hear him unzip his pants, but it was just to piss; it smelled healthy.
He finished and stretched out on the moist ground, gazing up to the thin canopy. I cuddled up next to him, my head on his belly, it was then I noticed he hadn't zipped up, his hard-on in my face. He wrapped an arm around me, snuggling, and started tugging himself. I got out the line of fire, resting my head in his armpit. The cute face turning handsome, the boy becoming a man, was tense, panting.
When he came, it startled me, a loud and gut-wrenching moan, almost a cough, and I bolted, circling him, as he pumped load after load into his fist. Watching me, his face contorted in either guilt or concern. I came to him slowly, head low, as he quivered, finishing. He reached out to me with one hand as the other had a mess. He laughed; it tickled as I cleaned him.
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I chased him out of the woods, nipping at his heels. When we reached our backyards, he doubled-over, out of breath. Sun setting, the lights were on in both our houses. He knelt and I licked his face as he ruffled my fur.
"Dustin," his mom called, in a raspy screech.
He hurried off but I needed a moment. A sticky situation back there, I remember myself at his age, the things Mike and I did, the things we got caught doing. He was just coming in to his own, and I didn't want to give him a 'stigma', I think that's the right word. The rest was just me being a dog, and for a dog that was a loving thing to do.
"Duke," my mom called, "I know you're home." She would have smelt my piss in the shrubs. "Come here boy," Mom called again; she knew I hated that.
I charged the open door, sliding across the tile floor as I came to an abrupt stop, getting a laugh from Scout.
"Can you watch him while I get dinner ready?" She hacked bloody hunks of meat in to bite-size bits.
I looked up at the boy in the high chair, furry, black on tan, with a protruding snout and a wet, black nose. I stretched up tall on my hind legs. Over him now, I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck as he flailed at me, growling.
"Be careful with him," she said, shaking a cleaver at me.
I set him down on the carpeted floor of the living room. "You can put down the knife, we're only playing."
She giggled at the sharp blade in her hand and the blood-splattered apron.
Me on my paws and knees, him on all fours, we circled each other in mock dominance. He yipped and nipped and got batted away. We got in a routine, yip-nip-bat, yip-nip-bat, until I let him get me. I fake staggered and fell to the ground, grabbing the arm he bit, eyes closed, tongue lolled out.
He jumped around me, over my stomach and head. Behind me, his paws holding me, he seemed concerned, but then started humping my ass. I scrambled up, grabbing him.
"Mom, Scout's humping me!" The little guy had the goofiest grin on his face.
"Give him Miss Humpy." She used a carrot to point to a large stuffed poodle.
"I'll give him Miss Humpy," I said sarcastically. Mom was certain my 'Mr. Humpy', a stuffed bear, was why I 'tuned out' gay. Mom dolled up Scout's 'Miss Humpy' with ribbons and lace, sprayed with perfume. I tossed him on 'her' and he went to town.
The front door opened, Dad was home from work. He pulled off his tie and the rest of his clothes, and then changed. Scout tore himself away from Miss Humpy, running at Dad gleefully. Dad knelt and grabbed him as he leapt in to his arms. Straddling him from behind, I wrapped my paws around both of them.
"Oh," Mom said, cooing, "if only I could grab my camera."
"Come on dear," Dad called.
"Oh no," Mom said, stroking her curls, "I'm enjoying the last day of my new doo." This time she shook a frying pan at us. "You boys behave while I finish dinner."
"Yes dear / Mom / goo," we replied, and scrambled in to a dog pile.
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Mom made Scout unchange by taking off his collar, nothing magic about it, just used for training. Only with the collar on were we allowed to change, a way to keep us from changing in public. I wore a collar because it didn't come off until you 'became a man', which to us was twenty-one.
Scout in his high chair next to Mom, both dressed, and Dad and I still changed, our coats solid black, we sat down to dinner. We ate pork and poultry but not beef, go figure, as our best friends were cows. Small critters were fair game and while we could eat fish, we didn't really like it.
"So how's school, son?" Dad asked warmly. He leaned in to bite a chunk of meat out of his bowl.
"We're still learning the basics so it's a lot of memorizing." I hadn't showed him my latest grades. "We're getting A's and B's." I didn't tell him Mike got the A's and I got the B's.
"And how's Mike?" Mom asked politely.
"He's good," I said, nodding, "we're good."
"Well that's good," joked Dad, licking his lips.
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Mom wanted us out of her way as she cleared dinner. She undressed Scout and put his collar on; the little guy changed. Dad grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, Scout flailing and growling as we headed outside on all fours.
He dropped Scout on the lawn and the little guy scampered off after a cricket. Dad and I sat side by side, watching. Scout was sturdier on four legs but still clumsy, bounding after the cricket and falling on his face or tripping himself and rolling on the ground.
Dad turned to me, nuzzling me, and then licked my face, working his way in to my mouth, his tongue cleaning my teeth. An unnecessary but loving thing to do, I returned the affection until a little ball of fur scampered up, yipping. Dad nudged him down with a paw and gave him a quick bath, licking him from head to toe.
"Okay boys," Mom called, "time for dessert."
Scout took off, only stumbling once or twice. I followed behind Dad, close enough to catch a whiff of that familiar scent, from under his tail, that said he was healthy and happy. As they headed inside, I took a moment, sitting, spreading my legs, and, Mike was right, slurping my crotch.
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Collars off and clothed, after dessert we spent time together as a family which, nowadays, was giving Scout all the attention he could handle before he wore himself out, got tired and cranky, and Mom put him to bed.
I checked the clock.
"Go," said Dad, taking a sip of beer.
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I met Dustin at 'our place'. Fortunately, he had his pants up; unfortunately, he had no jacket. He sat at the base of a huge old maple, trying to stay out of the breeze but still shivering. Good thing I thought to bring a blanket. "Why aren't you wearing a jacket?"
He looked up to me. "Because it's big and puffy and . . ."
"Dorky?" I sat next to him, unfurling the blanket. "Come here." He scooted next to me and I wrapped the blanket around us. "So you're not too big to cuddle?"
"We're not cuddling, we're staying warm."
Still, I held him and he rested his head on my shoulder.
"I have some stuff that doesn't fit but should fit you."
"That doesn't work anymore." He was right; we were almost the same size.
"Fine, how about, 'mi stuff es su stuff'?"
"I don't have any stuff for you."
"I've got all the stuff I need right here." I kissed him on the head. "I love you." He grunted; he didn't like to get 'sappy'. "Back here, seeing how much you've grown, I've missed a lot."
"I just got bigger."
"You're becoming a man," I said, he chuckled. "I had my dad and Mike but you're stuck with me."
"You're not that bad." He patted my stomach.
"I'm not around a lot." I fumbled around in my pocket grabbing a small phone. "This is for you." I flipped it open and we were aglow. "I programmed my number, Mike's number, even my dad's number."
"Thanks, but my mom won't let me keep it." He flipped it shut.
"It's paid for, so she doesn't have to know." I flipped it open again.
He beamed at me. "Really?" he asked.
"I want to stay in touch while I'm at school. I don't want to miss you or miss you growing up." I held him tight. "You're bigger now, but you're still my little brother."
He looked up to me, eyes tearing, either from the cold or . . .
"Duke?" he whispered.
"Dustin?" I whispered back.
"I love you too."
I gently stroked his shoulder. He needed this, this affection, which I'm sure he didn't get at home.
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The back porch light was on when I came back; Dad was bundled up in a puffy jacket, drinking a beer. "Did you give him the phone?"
"Yeah, thanks." I sat next to him on the glider.
"It's the least we can do." He handed me a beer. "The way you look after him makes me proud." We toasted with our bottles. "He's had a hard life since his dad died, you're a good, what's it called, 'strong male presence'."
"I got that from you." I looked up to him, eyes tearing, either from the cold or . . .
"And you and Mike, that makes me proud." We toasted our bottles again. "What you two have is rare, special, and you know how to treat him right."
"I got that from you." A tear ran down my cheek.
"Now the crying," he said, chuckling, "you got that from your mother."
With a flash of light and a beep, she snapped a picture.
"He did not," she said. Reaching out for Dad's hand, she helped him up, leading him inside. "Time for bed," she called, "we're heading out early."
She stifled a giggle as they headed upstairs. I chugged the rest of my beer and took off. Before they noticed I was gone, I could be to Mike's house and back, one for the road.
TO BE CONTINUED
(Chapter 1: http://www.sofurry.com/page/283922)