Dokheim -- Chapter I
#1 of Dokheim
Author's Note -- Written as a challenge from a friend, this story is quite darker than what I usually write. It takes place in a grey world with grey characters, the city Dokheim. Think Sin City, or Gotham, without the superheroes.
Hope you enjoy! Comments always welcome!!
Dokheim
Chapter I.
Fenris was going to kill him.
He had sworn it on the body of Tyr. He was going to kill the man responsible for Tyr's death.
"You're up next, kid. And you had better be good tonight. There are Important People in the audience."
Fenris nodded, somehow managing to keep his bushy tail from wagging. Out of nervousness, out of happiness at being so close to his target, he wasn't sure. He adjusted himself in his costume and then stood before the curtain, waiting for his song cue to start. And as he waited, he remembered.
He had scarcely been more than a pup when he had come to Dokheim from the mountains, alone, scarred by the recent death of his parents and his entire pack with them. A few weeks on the sunless streets of the city had left the teenaged wolf broke, starving, and half-naked. He had been fighting an old female for the garbage thrown out from a restaurant when he met Tyr.
A blow across his face sent his weak body tumbling to the pavement. Fenris snarled and looked up to see two intense eyes glaring down at him. One was blue, the pale blue of the sky on a clear winter day, and the other was yellow as the harvest moon. And then Fenris yelped as a well-placed kick hit home in his crotch.
"Beast. *Never* steal from anyone worse off then you are."
That had been his introduction to Tyr. Tyr was a half-husky mutt, in his twenties, and the Alpha of a pack of mutts. Orphans and runaways, the refuse of Dokheim and the suburbs. Tyr trained them, gave them a purpose, kept them alive, through petty thievery mostly. After Fenris had recovered from the pain shooting from his groin to his head and back down again, he had joined them.
He had started as an Omega, boy-bitch to the rest of the pack, though only in a figurative sense. Tyr did not permit any member of his pack to be abused sexually, and excessive physical force was visited back fivefold on the attacker. Over the next six months Fenris won the begrudging respect of the pack, becoming one of Tyr's lieutenants, a Beta, before he was sixteen.
He had earned his nickname, Fenris, because of Tyr. Even as an Omega, he had always tried to do something so that he could be around Tyr, be in his company. When he became a Beta he almost never left sight of the Alpha. And so, just as Tyr and Fenris were together in the old stories, so Tyr the packleader had his wolf too. But Fenris didn't mind the jest on his behalf. He was happy to be alive. Happy to have a pack again.
But mostly the young wolf was simply happy to be around Tyr.
He was seventeen before he realized why he acted the way he did. They had just come from a turf fight with the Alley Cats, a bunch of prissy felines who thought that a few blocks weren't enough for them. When they had jumped some of the Omegas of the pack, killing one and sending a the rest back bruised and bloodied, Tyr had decided that this threat needed to be stopped.
It was a hard fight, but the pack one. They always won with Tyr as their Alpha. The exhausted pack gathered in the cul-de-sac that was their base to lick their wounds and then start celebrating. Fenris was bandaging one of his legs when he caught the sight of something out of his eye. It was Tyr, stripping out of his tee-shirt.
Tyr wore a sleeveless tee-shirt that at one time had been white, day in and day out, no matter what the season. The leader of the Alley Cats had made ribbons out of it, and Fenris could see red lines of blood forming in Tyr's fur.
It was also the first time that Fenris had seen his Alpha shirtless.
The long fur, white on the torso, patchy black on the back, did not hide the taught muscles underneath. Scars from previous gang fights criss-crossed the Alpha's body, somehow accenting the perfection of the young body rather than detracting from it. The pink nipples on the half-husky's pecs were hard in the cool spring air. Fenris's eyes ran down the husky's sternum, past the hips that Veed in so pleasantly from the Alpha's broad shoulders, past the sagging waistband of the body-hugging jeans... To the bulge in the faded denim... And it was at that moment that Fenris realized two things.
First, that he was in love with Tyr. And quite possibly had been since the day he had first met the Alpha. And second... Tyr was staring at him right now.
Fenris's ears flushed crimson and he scooted back, not sure how the Alpha was going to react to the way the wolf had been staring at him. Tyr smiled, the toothy grin of a predator. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit. A litany of expletives sounded in Fenris's head. He *knows*. Fuck. I'm dead...
Tyr licked his lips slowly and then turned back to another one of his lieutenants, a doberman mix. "Those melon-fuckers cut up wolfboy's leg pretty bad. Gonna go attend to it."
One of the doberman's eyebrows shot up, but he simply grunted and turned back to his own injuries. Tyr turned back to Fenris.
"Can you stand?"
Fenris swallowed, not sure what was going on. He knew that... That is, he had heard stories that some gangs liked their captives from rival gangs to be completely healed before they started to 'work them over'. A healthy body made torture so much more fun.
A light cuff across the cheek brought Fenris back to the present. The wolf's lips curled up over his teeth, but when he looked at the husky, Tyr was smiling at him. "Those mouse-prick breaths didn't cut your ears off, so I know you can hear me. Can you stand?"
Fenris nodded. "Maybe even walk." He rose to his feet, and his legs nearly gave way under him. "So long as we don't go very far."
Tyr chuckled. "It's not far, pup. Not far at all..."
The Alpha lead him to an abandoned building around the corner. He had seen Tyr or one of his other lieutenants going in or out of it before, but Fenris had never been inside. Tyr slipped through the gap where a large board had been torn from one of the paneless windows, and motioned for Fenris to follow. He toyed with the idea of making a run for it, but knew that with his injured leg he wouldn't go far. The wolf took a breath and slipped inside.
It was dark in the abandoned building, mildew mixing with other scents that Fenris couldn't quite recognize. Before his eyes could adjust, a large form pressed against him, forcing him back against peeling wallpaper. Fenris let out a cry, and was instantly silenced by a tongue being shoved down his throat. He tried to pull away from the rough kiss only to bang his head on the wall behind him. Finally his unseen attacker pulled away, apparently confused that Fenris wasn't kissing back.
"What's a matter, pup? I thought that you wanted this..."
The wolf's knees almost gave way, and not because of his injuries this time. His head was swirling, and not just from confusion. It had been a damned good kiss. "Y-you're gay, Tyr?"
The husky growled. "Don't say it like I'm a melon-fucker, bitch. My momma always told me that you gotta take your pleasure where you find it, so that's what I do." A large paw pressed against the throbbing hardness under Fenris's own pants. "And you were the one scoping me out, remember? Do you want me..." The paw stroked along the outline of the wolf's cock. "...or not?"
Fenris's heart was pounding. He didn't know what to say, so he just leaned forward, kissing Tyr back this time. How could that tongue be rough and gentle at the same time? Fenris moaned and panted, until finally his Alpha broke the kiss. "There's a mattress round the corner. C'mon."
It was even darker in the small room, but Tyr knelt and lit an old-fashioned lamp. The feeble light gave a soft glow to the room, letting Fenris see the bare mattress, but not how clean it was. Tyr rose and then pointed at the bed. "Kneel..." Fenris scrambled to do as he was told and then waited for the next order.
In the dim light, the 'rips' of Tyr's torso were shown into even higher relief. Hell, the husky was like one of those Greek statues Fenris's mom had shown him pictures of when he was just a cub. Except none of those Greek statues had a bulge like Tyr had under his filthy jeans. The Alpha chuckled.
"You sure like to stare a lot, huh. I bet you'd love to see it in the flesh..."
Fenris blushed again and looked up at Tyr. The Alpha was smiling that predator's smile again, but not in an unkind way. "Go ahead, pup. Undo the jeans..."
The wolf scrambled forward before the husky would change his mind. His paws were at the waistband in a heartbeat. Only for Fenris to feel a foot push back on his crotch, checking his rush. "Nun-uh. No paws... Undo the jeans, but you can't use your paws..."
Fenris blinked. How the fuck could he undo the jeans without using his... The wolf flushed from eartip to toeclaws. But he leaned forward until the fur below Tyr's navel tickled his nosepad. Fenris could feel rather than see the husky's abs dance as the wolf's nervous breath steamed against them. And then he took the waistband of Tyr's jeans into his mouth.
It took him a moment to figure out how to undo that button, but a combination of teeth and lips and tongue finally got the job done. The zipper was child's play by comparison, and when it was down, Tyr's jeans simply whooshed to the floor. And the Alpha's cock rose, the tip slightly above the husky's navel.
Gods, he was huge! Bigger even then Fenris's father, in the childhood memories of glimpses of his parent coming from the bathhouse. A vein throbbed along its red length, and the head was already slick with pre. Huge, and beautiful... Fenris glanced up at Tyr's face.
His Alpha was staring down at him with those intense mismatched eyes of his. Was Fenris deceiving himself, or was the husky starting to breathe faster too?
"Well, you going to just stare at it all night, pup?"
Tyr's words seemed to break the spell his had on Fenris, and he leaned in to start to lick at the husky's cock. He had never sucked dick before. (Well, none besides his own. The wolves of his pack back home had always been flexible.) But he made up for his ignorance with enthusiasm, bathing the length of the prick before him with long wet strokes before daring to take the tip into his mouth.
Tyr beamed his approval. "Thatta boy, pup." He patted Fenris's black hair, fingers running through the locks with a gentleness that made the wolf's heart melt. He sucked on the cocktip, tongue lashing eagerly it, like it was a fillet mignon lollipop or something. His Alpha was definitely breathing hard at this point, and his fingers began to twine around the wolf's hair. A gasp escaped the husky's throat.
"Can't help it, pup. Just too damn hot..." And with that the husky began to hunch his hips forward. Fenris gagged as he felt the tip of Tyr's cock push into this throat, but he couldn't do anything, could hardly even cry out, certainly couldn't pull back. Both of Tyr's paws were entangled in his hair, holding Fenris's muzzle right on the husky's crotch. Tyr's fur there had a sticky sweet smell, one that in spite of the rough treatment, Fenris found intoxicating.
His lungs were burning though, chest heaving as he couldn't get enough air to his lungs. A kind of gurgling cry escaped Tyr's lips and the husky came. The salty ropes of cum jetted so deep into Fenris that he couldn't taste them, not until his Alpha at last pulled out, jetted a few more streamers onto his panting tongue, and then spilled the rest of his load on Fenris's still-clothed body.
His slick cock remained hard.
"Gods, I've wanted to do that since the first night I saw you, pup."
Fenris blinked. "Why-" The word came out as a gargle, and the wolf swallowed the c*m remaining in his mouth. Somehow it was sweet and salty at the same time, slimy but a good sliminess, in an odd way. "Why didn't you?" he finally managed to get out.
Tyr stared at him. "Because no one in my gang rapes no one. From me on down."
Fenris flushed. And then he recalled his Alpha's earlier words. "You found me...'hot'. Even then? You think I'm *hot*?"
The husky chuckled. "You're a tight piece of ass, pup. Most the guys who run with us swing both ways. They'd gang-fucked you years ago, if they didn't know I'd feed them their balls for breakfast for doing something you weren't ready for." He scratched himself, his massive penis bobbing as he did so. "Hell, even I didn't know it would take you *this* long to come around..."
Fenris blinked. And then he slowly started to stip out of his cumy clothes. "Wanna make up for lost time?"
It had hurt, his first time. Tyr had been as gentle as the stud-dog could, and it still had hurt like hell. But there had been no blood, and as Tyr knelt over him, 'tied' with his lieutenant, the pain was transforming into something almost pleasant. The fact that his Alpha was kneeling over him, stroking his body, murmuring soft endearments into his ears didn't hurt either. The second time they had done it that night Fenris had almost liked it. By the fifth time Fenris was loving it. He was Tyr's official bitch by the time the sun rose.
Unlike in other gangs, where the bitch of the leader was usually 'prettied up' in a ridiculous way - The joke was, how did you tell who was the Alley Cats's leader? He was the one wearing the least makeup... - becoming Tyr's bitch only increased Fenris's status in the pack. A Beta was expected to serve his Alpha in *any* capacity, and the other lieutenants were almost jealous of this extra way he served Tyr. Especially when the rest of the lieutenants learned how good of a fuck Fenris had become. They got their group play after all.
Early in the summer Tyr had taken Fenris to get his nipples pierced. He had said that this would show all the world that Fenris was Tyr's bitch. The piercing parlor was a dingy affair, and Fenris couldn't tell if the weasel 'artist' was a male or a female. Not even after he/she insisted that Tyr give a payment of a 'tumble', as they called it, in addition to cash. It kep clothes on, working the rings into Fenris's body while Tyr pounded its ass from behind. Tyr had Fenris bathe him after they got back to the pack's base.
The sex was hot and sweet after the bath. His nipples ached, but the pain seemed to make his cock throb as well. His final growth spurt hit that summer, and his cock almost but not quite caught up with Tyr's. The Alpha even let Fenris top him for the first time that night. That had been amazing, Tyr's tight ass milking his cock for every drop of seed it had. But nothing compared to the husky's rock hard shaft deep within him, pounding away relentlessly. Then the gentle cuddles until the knot subsided. Fenris was in heaven.
And Tyr only had seven more days to live.
When July arrived, the summer turned beastly hot. Tempers were short, even in a pack as tightly knit as Tyr's. The husky had come that close to clawing the doberman's eyes out over some trivial matter; Fenris didn't even remember what any more. The wolf and a couple other of the lieutenants had managed to pull Tyr off just in time.
"C'mon, pup. I think I need to...cool off." Tyr turned his back on his other lieutenants and Fenris hurried after him in the direction of the setting sun.
They had walked and talked for hours, about everything and nothing. Fenris got in a few shy licks on Tyr's cheek when he thought that no one was looking. It was illegal in Dokheim to discriminate on basis of sexual preference, but that didn't necessarily mean that it was safe for male lovers to display their affection in public. Not that Tyr and Fenris couldn't handle any homophobe they came across, but it would certainly ruin the mood.
The few stars that shone through the smog around Dokheim twinkled in the gaps between the high buildings. Tyr and Fenris were heading back to 'home', but there was a twinkle in Tyr's eye as well. He shoved Fenris into a dark alley in a playfully rough way and started to undo the wolf's belt. "You ever get fucked in public, pup?"
Fenris shook his head no, but his tail flapped against the building behind him. His boxers were already at his knees when the scream echoed out in the night. The wolf looked up at Tyr. "Stay here."
In spite of his Alpha's command, Fenris hobbled after the husky, one paw clutching his boxers, the other his jeans. Somehow, they just didn't want to pull up.
In the pool of light cast by a streetlamp, he could see Mrs. Henshaw. Blood was coming from one of the elderly badgerlady's temples. She ran a hole-in-the wall convenience store near the edge of the turf of Tyr's pack. Though the badgeress could cuss like a sailor, she was always good to 'Tyr's boys', as she called them. She even let them get smokes and porno mags 'on credit'. A woman like her would have been run out of the neighborhood long ago if Tyr wasn't around to enforce some sort of decency on the streets.
"Next time you had better pay up or you'll get more than a boot to the head." The rough voice came from a tall horse built like the proverbial brick shithouse. That had to make the bull next to him a brick latrine; though not as tall as the horse, he looked like he could pick the equine up and use him for a toothpick if he wanted. Behind the horse and bull were a goat and a ram as well, the goat's horns pointing up into the night sky, the ram's curling back and then around his cheeks.
Fenris had never heard of a gang of 'grass-eaters' before, and certainly had never seen these four. He suddenly felt nauseous. Where was Tyr?
A white blur and the ram and the goat were on the ground. "Didn't your mommies teach you to respect your elders? What, it takes four of you melon-fuckers to extort a little old lady?" The melee that followed was too fast for Fenris to follow. He was pleased to hear a bone or two snap from the direction of the horse. Then the ram and the goat got up, blocking his view. A gunshot cracked, Fenris never saw who fired the shot. And then four heavies backed up, making a loose circle around the bleeding form of Tyr.
"Idiots..." A long black sedan that Fenris hadn't noticed before had pulled up alongside the four grass-eaters. "Get in," the voice hissed again. It seemed amazing that the car could hold the four, but it did, and it was soon speeding off. Somewhere in the distance a siren began to sound. Fenris just had time to catch the license plate of the car. MR BIG.
Mr. Big? The shadowy boss of the Dokheim Underworld? What would he be doing running an extortion racket in this part of town? A moan from the ground cast all those sorts of questions from his mind, and Fenris hurried to Tyr's side, his ass still hanging out of his trousers.
The husky was dying. The bullet had bit deep into Tyr's gut, and more than half of his tee-shirt was stained with his lifesblood. Mrs. Henshaw was bawling her eyes out, and Fenris realized he was doing the same. He took hold of Tyr's paw with both of his. There seemed to be no strength in it. The Alpha that had dominated him so many (so few!) nights seemed to have no strength. His eyes focused on Fenris's.
"Pup... Be goo-" And then that intense light in those beautiful mismatched eyes blinked out forever.
It took less than a week for Tyr's pack to break up. Fenris didn't care. Most of that time he was in shock, not wanting to believe that his Alpha, his *lover* was gone. Mrs. Henshaw took care of him like a baby. Until, more than a month later, he was finally recovered enough to look in on his old gang. He found the hideout deserted, the few possessions he and Tyr had secreted there stolen.
The afternoon he was away, a bomb had blown up Mrs. Henshaw's store. With her inside. The police had blamed Tyr's pack. There was no further investigation.
Mrs. Henshaw's son found Fenris a few days later. He was the one who had come up with this scheme for revenge. It had taken almost a year for the two of them to get ready. Though no one even knew what Mr. Big's face looked like, there were a few things that people knew about him. He was a man of immense appetites, liking both males and females. He liked his boys with rock hard bodies and just-safe-from-being-jailbait faces.
Fenris had the last part down. He trained hard with Mrs. Henshaw's son to pack on the muscles, adding almost a third again of his body weight. He looked like a twink musclegod. One day he had started posing nude in front of the mirror. He suddenly burst out crying.
The only thing he could think of for the next day and a half was, Tyr would have loved this body...
In addition to muscle-building, Mrs. Henshaw's son had seen to it that Fenris learned erotic dance and every sexual technique in the book (and some he later learned had been hastily inserted into the book just so the 'teachers' could spend more time fucking their 'student'). The goal was to train Fenris into the best damn male stripper Dokheim had ever seen. And then to get him into a gig at "Rainbow Fur", the most exclusive gay club in Dokheim, and one that Mr. Big was rumored to frequent from time to time.
Fenris had only had to fuck five people to get the gig. Two of them had even been decent. He had vomited when he had gotten back to the apartment he shared with Mrs. Henshaw's son. He was starting to forget what Tyr's body felt like against his...
But if tonight worked as planned, it would all be worth it. The MC's whispered words assured him that Mr. Big was indeed in the club tonight. Fenris was ready for him. There were a few...surprises waiting for Mr. Big in the wolf's costume, if only he could get close enough to use them.
The curtain opened and Fenris stepped out onto the stage...