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The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of spanking, shaving
and sex between males.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or
if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  This is a sequel to
"Adjusting the Pack's Hierarchy" which was posted in mid-May and should
be read first.  It can be found in the archives and on my web site.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail:
YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com

Adjusting the Pack's Hierarchy -- Part 2
By
YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com

Ever since Thor vanquished me, I can I could see the fire in Ares' eyes
that he wanted to challenge and conquer me just as did his brother had.
It was only then that I questioned the wisdom sharing a house with Zeus
and the boys after five years.  Economically, it was good for all of us
but it assured that we would always be in close contact. My fears were
well grounded for it took only a few months for Ares to make his move
and really go for me.  It was shortly after his sixteenth birthday that
we were alone.

Zeus was away working and Thor was at his part time job.  I was home
sprawled in front of the TV when Ares came home after school.  He (not
unjustifiably) took me to task for not really working for just this
morning I had complained about the huge pile of stuff I had to grade and
the obvious fact that I had not done my share of the household chores
either.  Like a typical caught teenager I just snapped at him and
started to go to my room.  He grabbed me as I went past and soon we were
wrestling for real.  This was not a simple roughhouse game but a real
fight.  A real fight which I realized I was rapidly losing.

Even though I had happily fantasied that this would happen some day, I
was not able to yield and accept the reality of it.  Ares soon pined me
on my back by lying on me so that I could feel his hard cock pressing
against mine through his jeans and my boxers.  Then he sat with his full
weight on my chest then so I could hardly breathe while I stared at his
hard cock attempting to burst through his jeans.  As I panted trying to
get enough oxygen to survive, Ares opened his pants and pulled his
package free from his boxers.  I was totally unprepared for his next
move.  He got up and flipped me over and lay on top of me.  As I got
some air I could feel his cock pressing into my crack.  Then he pressed
my face into the carpet while he pulled down my boxers with his other
hand.  As he resumed his position his steel hard shaft pressed against
my hole.

"No.  Please don't." I begged but it was too late.  Words were useless
now as he rammed into me.  I yelled in pain as his dry, unlubricated fat
shaft forced my still tense sphincter to yield to its irresistible
force.  With the great energy of a sixteen year old testosterone
saturated youth, he vigorously pumped in and out a dozen times before he
exploded into me with a great yell of jubilation.  Even then he
continued to hold me tight with his arms under mine and hands gripping
my shoulders from the front.  His still throbbing shaft remained hard in
my butt.

"I wanted this for so long, Uncle." he said gently nuzzling my neck.
"I'm sure that you expected this to happen one way or another."  He was
right about that I had not expect that it would be so soon or so rough.
He let go and pulled out.  I remained still, exhausted, laying on the
rug.  He settled into the easy chair and then pulled me up so that I was
kneeling between his legs and with my face just inches away from his
rampant tool jutting out from a thick bush.  I could not help but to
stare at it and to lick my lips.  "Suck it, boy." he said softly but
irresistibly commandingly.  I obeyed almost choking before he blasted
his second load down my throat.

Ares was, of course, right.  I had been dreaming, hoping and expecting
that he would do this -- that he would make me the delta male of the
pack by exerting his raw male dominance.  I did not expect that he would
be so rough though.  Something kept me from telling him that he was
right; He had not made it a question but a simple statement of fact.  I
just docilely waited for him to act.  And act he did quite promptly.  He
lifted me up and laid me across his lap for the first time.

"You been a naughty boy, Lobato."  He was holding me about the waist.
"You have not done your work nor your chores."  He rubbed my butt.  "Now
you must pay the price."  He started to spank me with his hand.  He
spanked hard; very hard.  I knew that my butt was turning red as pounded
by bottom.  It seem like the spanking was going on forever.  Over and
over he SPANKED my  bottom.  He hit almost has hard as Zeus, his father,
did.  This was the final step in making me feel like a boy -- a cub --
and I began to cry.  Shortly after that, he stopped spanking me.  Now
that my dream had happened, I realized that there would be problems
about the rest of things for he was still so young.  At least when Thor
did it he was a senior almost ready to graduate and a gentleman.

Ares raised me up and hugged me once.  "Lobato, do your chores now and
then your work."

"Yes, Sir." I mumbled through my sobs.

Then he went to his room.  Something told me that I had best do as he
had commanded.  As I cleaned up the room, I saw that I had ejaculated on
the carpet when he been fucking me.  I was in a daze as I mindlessly did
my chores.  I did not even put on my shorts.  Then I went to my den and
lay down on my bed.  In my sorrow I fell asleep.  As you can imagine, my
hot crimson glowing butt was exposed.

I awoke to shouting.  Thor and Ares were fighting.  Ares was proud that
he had disciplined me and Thor was telling him he had no right to do any
such thing.  Ares was not ready to backdown in the least, and proceeded
to boast that he had fought me and won.  "I really beat him completely."
he boasted, "I took complete control; I pinned him; I fucked him hard at
both ends; then I spanked him hard for not doing his chores and work."

Thor was not accepting.  "Father told you respect Uncle Lobato and to do
as he told you.  He explicitly ordered you not to fight him."  Then Ares
yelled some obscenity and I heard a hard slap and silence.  Then Thor
started in again on his brother.  "Come with me, boy."

"You're hurting me." Ares was whining.  My door was open and I saw Thor
pushing his brother down the hall with his arm in a hammer lock.

Like a ten year old kid wanting to see what the adults were doing, I
made my way down the hall and hid behind the railing so I could see
downstairs into the family room where Thor had taken Ares.  "STRIP!"
Thor commanded sharply and Ares obeyed silently.  Thor also striped and
I was treated to the sight of these two athletic young men readying for
combat.  I could see that Ares looked nervous.  His big brother was mad
and was forcing him into a conflict that he knew he would lose and did
not want.  "OK, Ares, let's see what you are made of."  Ares stood
frozen and Thor egged him on.

Ares finally tried something but Thor quickly parried it and forced him
to the floor.  Then he pulled him up to try again. The third time Thor
pounced on his prone brother and rubbed his hard cock on his brother's
ass just as Ares had done to me.  Neither of them spoke any more as Thor
raised up his loins and drove his shaft all the way into his brother
with a mighty thrust.  Ares stoicism failed and he yelled.  He was not
use to being fucked; certainly not so brutally and dry.

"You understand who's in charge around here, boy?" snarled Thor.

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy.  Now ask Uncle Lobato to punish you good and proper and beg
his forgiveness."

"Yes, sir."

I quickly raced back to my bed and pretended to be asleep.  I heard some
noise in the hall and Ares telling Thor that I was sleeping and he would
wait.  I needed some time to think and I suspected that Ares did also.
There was some more noise in the hall and then quiet.  After I rested
and thought some, I arose.  I found a note taped to my door frame.
     Uncle Lobato,
          Please come to my room, Sir.
                 Your most disrespectful nephew in disgrace,
                       Ares.
I found Ares standing naked in a corner of his room.  On his bed was a
paddle, a strap, the barber clipper, a razor and shaving cream.  I spoke
his name and he came over to me and dropped to the floor at my feet.
This was not a position Ares was familiar with first hand.  He was not
very articulate saying that he was so very sorry for being so
disrespectful and violent, and requesting to be punished severely.  I
could hear him almost sobbing as he forced the words out.  He was
holding tightly to my ankles and even kissed my feet a few times.

I reached behind me and grabbed the strap from the bed.  "You have been
very disrespectful, boy." I said as sternly as I could.  Then I passed
the strap over Ares' upturned butt before raising it high and bring it
down hard on target.  His grip tightened and he tensed knowing that it
was but the first stripe.  I was sure that he would not move unless and
until I told him to even if got him in the balls.  I proceeded to strap
his ass over and over as hard as I could.  I even let the strap end get
his hole a couple of times.  He made some sounds but he never made even
the slight movement to stop me or protect himself.  I was sure that he
was having a huge internal fight to maintain his submissive role with me
after the events early in the day.

"Kneel over the bed, Ares." I suddenly ordered.

"Yes, sir." he replied.

I exchanged the strap for the paddle.  He was gripping the mattress as
best as he could.  "Count 'em, Ares."  I tapped his butt so that he
would know was coming and the swung hard.

WHACK!!  "One, sir."

I repeated this until WHACK!!  "Ten, sir."

His butt was glowing like a bed of coals with his rosebud right in the
middle.  All of this had gotten me aroused and my shaft was poking
through by boxers.  I exchanged the paddle for the shaving cream and
coated my hard rod and Ares' hole.  I then knelt behind him and pressed
forward slipping into him easily.  It was a wonderful feeling as I
thrust in and out until I blasted a load into the disrespectful but
penitent young pup.

I pulled out and sat on the bed.  "Clean me up, Ares." I commanded.
Never looking up he backed away from the bed and wrapped his mouth about
my softening rod causing it to reharden as he administered to it.  It
took a lot long than he had taken to come again but Ares was dutiful.
As I lay on his bed while he gently tended to my equipment I realized
that, as great as this was, I really preferred it when Ares was in total
physical control.  But this was not the time to tell him.

After some time, Ares managed to speak softy and with great feeling.
"Please, please, Uncle Lobato, please forgive me.  I'm really sorry for
what I did."  I was sitting up by now and stroking his head.  I did not
know quite how to accept his apology so I remind silent.  He reached
over and picked up the barber's clipper.  As he stood up, he handed it
to me and then placed his hands behind his back.

He was very proud of his bush so I knew that he was really repentant.  I
briefly considered just putting the clipper aside, but he would have
been very hurt as surely this was a matter of honor to him.  I turned
the machine on.  Alone with its buzz, I heard Ares sigh and a small
quiet sob escaped his lips.  This had to be done.  I ran the clipper
across the  bottom of his abdomen and into his thick broad nest of
pubes.  They fell like saplings before Paul Bunyan's axe.  In less than
five minutes he was like a little boy again and I shut off the machine.

He looked down at his denuded crotch and with tears on his face and a
cracking voice said: "Thank you, Uncle Lobato."  I stood up and we
hugged.  As I closed his door I could hear him crying.

Ares was very quiet for the next couple of weeks.  He avoid everyone --
both family and friends -- hiding in his room as much as possible when
not at school.  After three weeks, he came to me after school.  He had
done poorly in a test and asked me to spank him for his negligence.  I
suggested that he wait a day until his father would be able to take care
the matter.  He reiterated his request until I acquiesced and went to
his room.  Like three weeks ago things were on the bed.  He immediately
stripped and formally asked, as Zeus had taught him and Thor to do, for
his punishment.  I picked up the paddle and told him to assume the
position.  I gave him a dozen  hard swats which he properly counted
remaining in position as required until I permitted him to stand.  Then
he handed me the clipper again and I could see that tears were forming
in his eyes.  I dropped them back on the bed and said that would not be
necessary -- this time.  First he thanked me for punishing him and
promised that he would work harder.  Then thanked me for not making him
endure being clipped again in school.

It was a couple of months later when Ares and I were alone again.  We
were watching some game on the TV and I had a few beers so I was very
relaxed and somehow the event of that faithful day when he took me came
up.  I admitted to loving what had happened.  "I knew it." he roared
with a big smile.  "But Thor is right, I'm too young to be in charge of
you."  He paused.  "If only...."

I knew what he wanted and, in all honesty, I wanted it also.  I wished
that there was a way and then it came to me as there was a commercial
for a paddle wheel river gambling boat -- Mark Twain came to mind.
There can be two masters each with his own area of responsibility like
the captain and the pilot on a river boat.  I explained this to Ares who
loved the idea.  He immediately promised to be properly respectful and
obedient except when we got physical when he would exercise his animal
dominance.  I probably would never had done this if I hadn't been
drinking but I had been.

It only took Ares a few minutes to pounce on me, his very willing
victim.  I started to go for another beer, when Ares grabbed me and
pulled me over his lap.  "You passed your limit, young man." he stated
invoking a non-existent rule.  He then gave me several SPANKS on the
seat of my jeans.  This was even better than the way he started months
ago.  I immediately felt like a little boy over my father's lap.  He
usually started to spank me before taking down my pants.  Naturally, I
started to protest that I would be good, but Ares just continued for
another minute.  He then stood me up and lowered my pants and briefs and
pulled me back over his lap.  As he SPANKED me hard (and I mean hard) I
could feel his cock grow to its max through his pants.  There is
something that is very symbolic about being treated this way that in my
head I was now a little boy.  A naughty little boy getting his due from
his strict guardian.  My begging, promises and yells soon gave way to
sobs although the torrent of spanks continued until I was crying.

Ares stood me up and stripped me completely as I submitted totally.  He
then stuck me into the corner and put my hands on top of my head.
"Don't move, boy." he commanded and punctuated it with another hard
SPANK.  A heard him fussing but I did not dare to try to peek.  Then he
came over to me and just lead me to his cave.  He had me lay supine on
the bed and got between my legs which he lifted up.  He stuck a glob of
lube on my fuckhole and worked it in.  It was only microseconds after
his withdrew his fingers that his hard rod pressed pressed against my
rosebud and slid directly into me.  This was better than the other time
for he was gentle in action while being just as dominating as the first
time.  As I sunk into the oblivion of pleasure I could see that Ares was
doing the same.  I just lay there in total surrender to his raw
maleness.  Eventually I shot my load on my chest as he rammed my
prostate repeatedly with his hard shaft.

I was jarred back to reality by his roar as he shot into me.  He lowered
my legs so that they were resting on his upper thighs while remaining in
me.  As he tugged at my very short pubes said: "You need another shave.
They have been neglecting your grooming."  He pulled the little table
over to the bed and picked up a wet washcloth and wiped down my pubes.
By now it was evident that he was going to shave me.  He spread the
shaving cream over me and then picked up the razor.  I was amazed at how
gentle he was as he turned me back to a hairless state appropriate for a
cub.  Soon I was smooth as I should have been always.

Soon we were cuddled together with Ares holding me tightly from behind
and telling me that I was his little fuckboy and that he was going to
protect me.  I felt safe and secure in his strong embrace and soon was
sound asleep.  I started to dream a dream that I frequently had as a boy
and youth.

I was a poor waif begging for a crust of bread or a small coin from the
throngs by the docks.  My tattered rags did little to keep out the chill
of the evening.  It had been a very bad day, it was very late and I was
very hungry.  I had climbed up the back of the stable to try to slip in
and sleep hidden in the hayloft.  At least it would be warm and dry and
I would not be hit by the passing drunks.  Perhaps the gods would relent
and leave some oats for me to eat.  I was just crawling through the back
loft door into stable when I was grabbed in the iron grip of the stable
master.  "Gotcha this time you little scamp."  He dragged me downstair
to the office area and sat down.  He pulled me over his lap and yanked
my britches down.  Without a word he started to spank me very hard and I
was yelling after the first SPANK, sobbing after the second, crying
after the third and bawling like a baby after just a few more.

Then he wrapped a heavy iron chain about neck and fastened it with a
padlock and left.  I could hear him lock the stable door from the
outside.  The other end of the chain was attached to the building.  I
curled up in the dark and slept on the floor glad that there was enough
straw to kept the spring chill out.

Normally my dream would skip to the morning when the stable master was
giving me to the High Sheriff and I would wake up screaming in a cold
sweat.  Tonight was different.  The stable master ignored me all
morning, leaving me huddled in the corner.  At noon it was not the
Sheriff that accompanied stable master but a handsome young ensign --
who looked just like Ares -- returning a horse.  "What's that?" he asked
pointing at me.

"A sneak thief that I caught during the night.  The Sheriff will give me
a shilling for it."

The ensign walked over to me and looked me over.  Then he said to strip.
I removed my rags and stood there naked, still chained to the wall.
Then he examined me very carefully looking me over like a was an animal
he was buying.  He tested my strength, examined my teeth, felt my cock
and balls and even stuck a finger up my still red bottom.  This last
thing make my cock stiffen and he grabbed my balls once again this time
squeezing hard which hurt.  Although I squealed like a pig I accepted
what was happening.  To resist or even object would surely bring blows
and there were many straps hanging on the wall.  "You can have him for a
couple of shillings.  The barber will geld him for ten pence."

"Look how skinny he is; one shilling." said the ensign.

A few minutes later he handed over a shilling and six pence for me.  The
chain was replaced by a rope and I was led, naked like an animal, to a
nearby ship to become a cabin boy.  Shortly after we boarded, the ship
sailed; there was not any chance to try to escape unless I wished to
drown myself.  I was given to the cook to be washed and taught how to
serve my master.  It was only after dinner that my master gave me some
clothes to wear.

That night I learnt that I was to sleep with my master.  As he fucked me
for the first time I woke up to find that Ares was really fucking me.  I
was safe -- all in the pack would defend me.  Not only would they defend
me, but they would fuck me when they wanted to.  I was surprised that I
got to prefer Ares over both his brother and father.  Although he had
long stopped being brutal and was even tender at times, there was always
his raw animal dominance that I loved.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L. August 10, 2001

Your comments are appreciated.

Y.

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