[elliot-warren]

Relief washed over Elliot as Conor stepped towards him, all of the sternness on his face washed away with his proud grin. The touch to his ears was nice, but the hand loosening the cock ring was nicer. His eyes slipped shut, and a groan worked its way free from deep inside his gut. It was going to feel so good to not have to torture his junk anymore. 

His eyes sprang open at Conor’s next words. 

"I can have him?" he asked, voice gone low and gravelly. His attention flicked to the omega. "I can have you?" 

The nervous young omega glanced at Conor, before nodding. He was in heat, chock full of birth control, and looking forward to a little relief to the burning hunger that had been plaguing him. Heat trials were just as hard for the hound as they were for the bait. 

Elliot was on him in a flash, his hands firm on the omega’s hips even as his nose traced soft, delicate paths along the boy’s exposed neck. He breathed in the scent that had been driving him mad, that sweet musk of fertility that made his cock ache with each beat of his thundering heart. The omega was stripped naked, and he took advantage of the free expanse of feather soft skin and gentle curves his eyes had lingered on for the past three hours.

His fingers found their way to the omega’s crack, and when they encountered slick, welcoming heat, he was lost.

[conormurphy-hunter]

Keegan flinched as Elliot caught him, far too used to the clumsy fumbling of young wolves to relax in the embrace. They meant no harm, he knew, but the bliss of release took all sense from the young bucks. Claws would dig into his skin, teeth would pierce his neck or shoulders, and his bottom would ache for days from the enthusiasm of their love making. 

Still, it was nice to finally be taken after so many days of waiting. Keegan endured his heats well enough to be an ideal candidate for heat trainings, and in a few years he would be allowed to retire and take a mate.

Elliot's nosing was gentle enough, and the omega shuddered in pleasant relief as the warm tip massaged against his neck.  The fingers that probed at his slick entrance weren't clawed or sharp, so with a soft growl of warning, Keegan braced himself of hands and knees.  

[elliot-warren]

Elliot had long since figured the trick of the mind it took to separate his conscious, thinking self from the hungry, lustful beast that demanded he do whatever it took to get his knot in that omega and breed him full. He was still aware of the aching want his cock screamed where it stood neglected in his lap, but he was able to nod, and answer Conor with a steady, if husky voice.

"Yes, Master."

The image of his master, naked and glistening with sweat as he pounded into the omega struck Elliot, and his thighs visibly shook with the pleasure of it. Conor would take the omega first, he was Master, it was only right he took him first. He would work him open, work through that hormone heavy slick until he came, adding his own fluids. And then it would be Elliot’s turn.

He could imagine it, the tight heat around his cock, extra slick from his Master’s pleasure. He would fuck and fuck, his teeth clenched in that thick skin at the base of the omega’s neck, holding him so that he had no other choice than to writhe in ecstasy on the beta’s cock. He would beg, yeah, he would beg for it before Elliot finally knotted, locking them together as the beta’s seed shot hot and thick inside the omega’s welcoming depths, seeking out the secret places inside of him, where life would bloom. 

Elliot blinked. 

He was standing. When had he stood? He couldn’t remember. 

He was standing, but he was no closer to the omega, no closer to where his master’s hands were dangerously low on the young wolf’s hips, framing the pretty strain of his cock, and the glistening sheen of slick that coated the insides of his thighs. Elliot wanted to taste him.

Elliot blinked. And he sat down, finally tearing his eyes back up to meet his masters. 

[conormurphy-hunter]

Conor stiffened as Elliot rose, and the omega caught his breath. 

"Down, El," the hunter rumbled, stepping in front of the anxious, naked wolf that tempted his hound so. "DOWN." Elliot wavered, then sunk back to his heels. Conor's heart was pounding, and he wiped a bead of sweat from his temple. 

"Good boy. Good boy." That had been a close one, but Elliot prevailed. Conor left the omega behind and drew up to his wolf, catching him behind the ears and rubbing enthusiastically. 

"You did it, man. Heat training is over." Conor knelt, slipped his hand around the base of Elliot's leaking cock with only a small wince, and unsnapped the cock ring. 

"Go ahead," he nodded, gesturing to the omega. "You can take him now. You earned it." This, he hadn't been looking forward to. It was customary to reward the pups with a chance to relieve themselves, but Conor really didn't feel like watching. He snickered when the hounds mated openly in the fields, but this felt weird. It was Elliot now, not someone else's wolves. 

Conor would leave if he could, but as far as he knew, this would be Elliot's first time mounting. Young alpha and betas could get carried away, and if he sent the omega back to his owner all clawed up and battered, he'd get a talking to.

[elliot-warren]

Elliot’s hands burned with the remembered warmth of soft skin and coarse hair, even as he grinned up at Conor.

"You wouldn’t kill me." he stood, shoving the cage back into Conor’s hands. "You’d be lost without me, you mewling babe."

Trying his best to ignore the chair that he knew was waiting for him, Elliot shed his clothes, and turned back to his master expectantly. He knew what came next, even if he wished he hadn’t. But the sooner it was over with, the sooner he could get his hands on that bread pudding. 

[conormurphy-hunter]

Conor rushed their session that day. Elliot would smile wickedly at him from time to time, and it made the hunter feel like the one who was naked and bared all over again. 

The beta did well, and soon he had graduated to wearing nothing but a cock ring. Elliot would sit, fully erect, and watch the teasing omega intently, but no longer did he writhe and whine and cry. On the last day, Conor unlocked Elliot from the chair and tested his willpower. 

"He's lovely, isn't he?" The hunter drawled, circling the nude omega. He ran his fingers over the wolf's bottom, across his nipples, and watched as a tremble rocked Elliot's frame. Still, the beta didn't move. 

"And you'd let me have him if I wanted. Because I'm your master. Right?"

[elliot-warren]

Elliot squinted down at the trapped flesh, gently tugging at the plastic halves, but sharp, pained breaths hissing in between Conor’s teeth kept him from any definite movements. 

"I’m being careful!" he scolded, frowning up at Conor before his gaze dropped again. He just wasn’t close enough to really see…

Elliot dropped to his knees, leaning in to really get a good view of where the plastic snapped together, a couple of wiry ginger curls trapped between the two halves. ”I got it, just hold still. You might lose a couple hairs, but thats better than losing skin.” 

Lip between his teeth, the hound took hold of the skin warmed plastic, and with a deft twist the parts came loose, falling away from Conor’s groin, but taking a couple hairs with it. Before he thought about it, his fingers were there, pressing against the irritated skin in an effort to help dull the sharp shock of pain.

[conormurphy-hunter]

Conor was fussing and squirming more than he would be willing to admit once this was all over. It was only a few hairs, but from the way the human wailed you'd think he was being scalped. His hands too smacked down to press against the irritated skin of his groin, closing over Elliot's and pushing the wolf's warm palm harder against it. Beneath their fingers, his cock dangled freely. 

"Yea, next time I trim," he hissed, but relief was already relaxing his features. "Fuck." Conor shooed Elliot's hand away to inspect the offended area, but other than a little redness there was nothing to depict his former misery. 

"You talk about this to anyone, you die."

[conormurphy-hunter]

"And what?" Elliot grunted, not even trying to hide his grin as he swaggered closer. "You decided to get started without me?" 

He slid around Conor with all of the agility of his kind, dipping to his front and taking in an eyeful of ginger curls and pale skin trapped in clear plastic. With firm hands, he batted away Conor’s attempts to cover himself, bowing his head for a better view.

"Lemme do it. You’re gonna rip something." the beta scolded. 

Conor wanted to retort with some lecture about masters doing unto themselves as they would their hounds, but the words never came. It would be an obvious lie anyway. He hissed through his teeth as they battled for access to his groin, then tittered when Elliot won and reached for the cage. 

"CAREFUL. It's got my hairs." Only a few curls had caught, but it felt like a hundred. They pulled and pinched at the soft skin of his groin, making Conor grind his teeth miserably. Elliot's eyes were all over his contained member, pink, flaccid cock smashed against the clear plastic, and Conor felt horribly ugly. 

[elliot-warren]

Elliot sulked around the house after breakfast, more than a little irked that his master was ignoring him. Sure, the human was allowed time with his friends, but this wasn’t just another day of running laps, practicing commands. This was heat training, a stressful, wearing practice on the wolves. 

In a fit of pique, the wolf trudged back up stairs, glaring into the room they shared. Mouth downturned, he shrugged out of his sweats, straddled Conor’s pillow, and dragged his half hard cock over the soft cotton. He flipped the pillow over, and repeated the motion. 

That would give him a little bit of satisfaction tonight, thinking about Conor’s stupid smug face pressed against fabric the hound’s balls had dragged against. 

The rest of the couple hours was spent with a hand on his cock and a few fingers up his hole, trying to work out as much pleasure as he could in the hopes that if he’d wrung enough climaxes out of himself, the omega’s succulent scent would be ineffective. 

===========================

A tidy five to noon, Elliot strolled into the dreaded barn and felt his brows jump up to meet his hairline. 

"Are we switching places today?" he asked, eyeballing the gentle swing of plastic encased flesh with interest. "I sure as hell wouldn’t mind."

It had been more than a couple years since they’d bathed together like children, and the wolf’s eyes hungrily took in what he could, filing it away for early mornings in the showers, and late night dreams fueled by the scent of Conor on his blankets.

[conormurphy-hunter]

Conor was certainly more hairy than he'd ever been. It was those new, messy curls that snagged and tugged at his tender bits as the hunter twisted around towards the voice. Damn wolves and their soft steps. 

"FUCK-" He spat, embarrassed, startled, and suffering from the uncomfortable pinching at his groin. "TURN AROUND!" Conor shrieked, stumbling a few steps as he tried to pull his pants up and somehow work the cage off his manhood with one hand.

"I was- I just- YOU WERE LATE." Elliot was never going to let him forget this. Never.  

[elliot-warren]

Elliot snorted, craning his neck enough that he could peer up at Conor’s face.

"That’s like asking if I’m ready to have an infected limb cut off." he grumbled, one eye twitching shut as Conor’s short nails found a particularly good spot on his scalp. "Just cuz it has to happen and I’ll be better off once it’s over, doesn’t mean I’m looking forward to it." 

His eyes went a little unfocused as he thought about the hours to come, strapped down, his cock jammed in that thrice damned device, and the wonderful, breath stealing, heart hammering smell of the omega’s heat thick enough in the air he’d feel like he could eat it for sustenance.

Elliot hoped it would be the same omega as yesterday. He was slender, all long legs and the almost imperceptible swell of his hips marking his omega status. Elliot thought about the satisfaction of seeing those hips broaden as the omega carried his pups, and a pleasurable jolt throbbed through his already once spent cock. He quickly changed train of thought as he canted his hips back away from Conor’s thigh. 

"D’you think if I whine enough, we can convince yer mum to make bread puddings for dessert?" he asked as his belly rumbled audibly between them. "I can even limp a bit, like my bollocks are still sore." 

[conormurphy-hunter]

"Probably. Just do the puppy eyed thing and paw at her feet." It always worked on Conor, anyway. Elliot shifted his hips away, leaving a cool pocket of air between them. The hunter pulled the blanket down tighter for a moment, then gave up and finally rolled out of bed. 

"After breakfast I'm heading over to Mark's for a while," he said, pulling on a thick sweater. "I'll meet you for the training at noon sharp. Don't be late and make me come find you."

--------

Conor wished he'd told Elliot to be there by eleven. The young hunters had intended to spend the morning chatting up the girls who set up the training course for the sheep herding contest, but when they arrived the beams and hoops and barrels were already there. Likely tipped off to the boys plans, the crew had foiled them by working overnight. 

Conor wandered the barn a few times, then flicked open the cabinet housing the rows of chastity devices. He checked to make sure he was still alone, then pulled one out and fiddled with it curiously. 

Glancing over his shoulder to make sure he was still alone, Conor swiftly unzipped his pants and pulled his limp member out. He sucked in a breath as the cool plastic settled over his cock, and latched the cage around him. 

It wasn't so bad, he thought. The cool air certainly shrank him down to a manageable size. The hunter pulled his hands back, letting the cage hang freely and tug at his sack.  

[elliot-warren]

"Yeah," Elliot chimed in when he could squirm away enough to get his tongue to cooperate with his brain. "Alluring."

Elliot didn’t see the appeal to females. Not human ones, not lupine ones, he just didn’t get the obsession Conor seemed to have with them. The pup would catch the man’s eyes lingering on exposed midrifs, or the crease between their breasts, or the way their long hair caught the sun. It always put a queasy, upset feeling in his belly when he did, and Elliot would have to hide his discomfort behind a carefully genderless quip about omegas. 

Truth was, he’d known for a while that what he felt for Conor was closer than Master and Hound, closer than best friends. The pup had dreams about breath shared between their lips, freckled fingers trailing over his body, in his body like before, when Conor had dominated him. The memories of what he’d shared with the handsome alpha boy were relived, this time featuring the familiar smell of Conor amongst the musk, and his master’s voice crying out in pleasure as their reached their peaks together. 

And as sure as he knew that he loved Conor, he also knew that he could never let his master know the true nature of his hound’s devotion. Because that would surely mean the end of their relationship, and Elliot would rather suffer in silence for all his days than lose a single moment with Conor. 

[conormurphy-hunter]

The love between master and hound had long come with social dangers. No matter the gender, wolves could easily love men. An omega saw their masters as alphas, a strong provider, betas were willing to crawl beneath or mount the owners who cared for them, and alphas wrestled with their submission to and love of a weaker being. They had few sexual boundaries on their end, while mankind had so many. 

Conor was thirteen the first time he saw his father drag an omega behind the barn. The hound sobbed and begged, calling out for his owner, who watched with ashen cheeks and watery eyes. The sound of Brian's shotgun echoed across the hills, and he returned alone. 

Answers to the young hunter's questions were vague, but Conor understood that something deemed inappropriate had been discovered between the pair. He and Elliot often cuddled and slept entwined, and despite his mother's assurances that it was different between children, Conor had been filled with a sick terror. He didn't want his hound, his beloved Elliot, taken behind that barn. 

And neither did the other boys. The line between love and sin dared not be tested. 

Conor finished up his massage and scraped his fingers across Elliot's scalp instead. They could stay in bed until the smell of breakfast lured them from the warmth. 

"Ready for another day of training?"

[elliot-warren]

"Yeah, right." Elliot scoffed, his breath puffing hot against Conor’s collar bone. "Bet you couldn–”

He trailed off into incoherency as Conor’s fingers worked at his hairline, kneading the ropey muscles there that send wonderful little tingles down his spine to settle just behind his navel. The occasional reflexive twitch shook his left leg, but he felt no embarrassment. The human had long since learned what made his hound tick. 

"Master." Elliot sighed, digging his fingers through Conor’s shirt until he found the comfort of warm skin. 

[conormurphy-hunter]

Conor's fingers worked expertly over the sweet spot, drawing as many involuntary twitches from the hound as he could. He loved the way Elliot's eyes glazed over, the lupine pants that fell from his lips, the utter devotion in his expression. Any hunter could pleasure the pup like this, but Conor liked to think he did it the best. 

"I could," he scoffed, goosebumps prickling over his skin as cold fingers clutched against his chest. "Not that hard. I don't know how you're supposed to do it with so many omegas in heat though. Thank God human women don't do that. They're alluring enough as it is." 

[elliot-warren]

"Just slept good last night." Elliot shrugged as he pulled on a well worn sweater that was more holes than fabric at this point. With what he knew their day was going to be made up of, he wasn’t concerned about looking good for any of the wolves he might pass on the way out. They all knew what he was in for, and none of them would pay any mind to what he was wearing. 

The hound paused, half way through pulling up his underwear, and listened with a cocked head. 

"Yeah, but…" Elliot sniffed at the air, "Breakfast isn’t on yet. No point in rushing." 

At least half dressed, Elliot eyed the toasty looking hunter curled up beneath quilts and comforters. Well, he had said no rush… With a triumphant crow, the hound leapt onto the bed beside Conor, digging at the bedding until he could slide his still slightly shower damp body beneath it. Grinning maniacally, he slid his cold feet around until he found some warm, bare part of Conor to press them against. 

[conormurphy-hunter]

Conor fought and landed a light punch to Elliot's gut as they settled, and the pup's cold feet ended up clamped between his knees. The hunter grumbled, sliding one hand around Elliot's shoulders and scratching at the base of his hairline where he knew a sweet spot would tingle in response. He pushed the hound's head beneath his chin and tucked him close, careful not to let their middles press together. 

"You know, the testosterone you build up from these omega encounters will make you feel like an alpha if you don't jerk it," Conor recited. "Heightened senses and energy. Lots of the older betas are doing it lately."

[elliot-warren]

Elliot woke before Conor the next morning, silently rolling from his bed and padding to the door on careful paws. He nosed it open, and crept down the hall toward his goal. When the bathroom door finally closed behind him, Elliot shifted and locked it shut. 

He knew what to expect in that barn today, and it would make it a hell of a lot easier if he’d already rubbed one out. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Elliot returned to their shared bedroom there was a smile on his lips and a pep in his step. He’d showered, beads of water trailing from wet curls down his bare chest.

"Morning, Con." he greeted cheerily, dropping the damp towel around his hips as he sauntered to the dresser. The tousle haired human got a good, sunlit view of perky cheeks and broadening shoulders, muscles flexing as Elliot rummaged around for clothes to throw on for the day.  

[conormurphy-hunter]

Conor let himself look this time. Elliot's bare bottom didn't fill the hunter with as much shame as it used to. His hound was beautiful, and it was fine to acknowledge that. Why shouldn't he be proud of his wolf? Other men were. They boasted endlessly about their hound's physical features, praising and comparing them to others. Conor wasn't sure why he'd been so nervous before. 

It was just how boys were at that age, his mother had told him a few times. Conor had sniffed dismissively, but the memory made him feel silly now.   

"What are you fukin' smiling about," Conor murmured, snuggling back into the warmth of his comforter. The nights were cold now, even if the days eventually warmed up. Summer was almost over. "Ma up?" 

[elliot-warren]

"Pants?" Elliot asked, astounded. "I don’t even want air to touch it. I’m going naked.” 

Gingerly, he levered himself out of the seat, walking with a bandy legged stride around the chair, testing it out. Each little bounce and jiggle of the flaccid flesh between his legs sent a sharp ache up his gut, and Elliot whined miserably. 

"How many more times do I have to do this?" 

[conormurphy-hunter]

Conor grinned, deeply amused by his hound's apparent agony. The whole situation was so ridiculous, but already the hunter realized he didn't feel as edge about Elliot's sexuality. He was beginning to control it, and that made it a lot less frightening.

"Fine, but at least shift. No one wants to see your bits like that." Barn sufficiently cleaned, Conor relented and made his way towards the exit. "I don't know, but you were good today. Tomorrow we'll do the same, and then we'll see. Once you seem in control, we'll move on to stage 2."

The next phase involved the hound graduating from the cage and instead donning a cock ring. He would be allowed to get hard, and the erection would make his lust more difficult to control. The ring would dampen his need to cum, but not as much as the cages did. 

[elliot-warren]

Elliot’s relief was palpable when the cage was finally slid from his flaccid length. As soon as his hands were free, he slid them between his thighs, cupping his abused cock.

That was a mistake.

He yelped as something that danced the fine line between pain and pleasure throbbed through his crotch. Faster than he thought he could move, he pulled his hands back, and looked helplessly up at Conor. 

"No, no I don’t think so." 

[conormurphy-hunter]

"Don't touch yet," Conor advised. "You can cum in a few hours if you want. You need to wait long enough to not associate this with pleasure." The hunter put the cage away, locked the cabinet, and wandered back to his hound. 

"You can pull your pants up now, doofus." Elliot looked rather funny sitting there half naked, tenderly cradling his bits. "And mom'll have a cream to help with the ache."

[elliot-warren]

"Easier said than done." The wolf grunted, letting his head fall back against the wooden headrest with a thunk. He felt like he’d been run over by a heard of sheep, and simultaneously shot up with enough volts to power a cruiseliner. Muscles all over his body twitched and fired, and the plastic trap between his thighs jerked occasionally as perineal muscles clenched restlessly. 

It took painfully long for his trapped flesh to soften enough to Conor’s liking, and Elliot was impatiently straining at his bonds, even as his eyes remained shut in near exhaustion. 

[conormurphy-hunter]

Conor unlocked the cage, releasing the hound's exhausted, flaccid length, then made a face. Even though Elliot hadn't cum, the plastic was still slick with pre cum and sweat. The rest of the straps came undone quickly enough, and Conor crossed the barn to wash and sanitize Elliot's torture device.

"You still up for hunting?" He smirked, drying his hands and turning back to the wolf. Elliot looked like he'd been herding sheep all day, red faced and half asleep.  

[elliot-warren]

Conor’s touch was like a soothing balm, easing the burning fire of arousal that throbbed in Elliot’s veins. The beta let out a shuddery sigh of relief, tipping his head back just enough to stare up at the bottom of Conor’s stubbled jaw. 

"Thank you, Master." Elliot panted, sagging back against the uncomfortable chair. 

The omega returned, and a low whine escaped Elliot’s throat, but he didn’t struggle against his bonds. He watched the omega with a hunger bordering on frightening, but the cool hands on his fevered skin kept him grounded. With a show of effort, he unclenched his hands from the arms of the chair, letting them settle in a relaxed curl against the scarred wood. 

[conormurphy-hunter]

"Very good," Conor grunted, waving the omega away for the final time. The wolf gazed longingly towards Elliot for a moment, then reluctantly dressed and made their way out.

"See? Piece of cake. Soon you'll be fully trained." Conor circled around, watching as the flush faded from Elliot's cheeks. "You soft now?" The hunter's eyes flickered down. The plastic slit glistened with pre cum, and Elliot's length still filled the cage. When Conor put it on, there had been an inch of spare room at top.

"Slow breaths. Go soft, Elliot." 

[elliot-warren]

One more time. Elliot didn’t know if he could survive one more round of this. It was torture, pure and simple. Every fiber of the beta’s body ached for release, so in tune with the presence of the slicked up omega that he swore he could feel his breath on his skin from yards away. 

"I don’t– I don’t know if I can.” Elliot panted, sagging against the strap over his chest as if the thick band of leather was the only thing keeping him from melting onto the floor. He stared up pleadingly at Conor, his bloodshot eyes making the blue impossibly bright. “Please, Master, touch me again. Just– just a hand on my shoulder, or your fingers on my forehead. Ground me. Help me.” 

[conormurphy-hunter]

Conor nodded, proud of his hound's fortitude. He circled behind the chair and slipped his hands lightly around Elliot's neck, almost massaging. He uttered a sharp whistle, and the omega returned. 

"Good boy, Elliot. Let yourself smell him. It will get easier in a few days. Good, good boy..." The fact that Elliot hadn't snapped at him or tried to bite his fingers off was a good sign. He was a little ahead of some of the other wolves that started heat training. 

[elliot-warren]

Conor’s hand on his brow and his voice in his ears was like a cool, blessed breeze sweeping over his fevered skin. Elliot gasped, his body relaxing back against the chair as the omega scurried away and opened the windows to sweep his scent away. 

"Done?" Elliot panted, staring up at Conor imploringly, his groin nothing more than a constant, nagging ache of arousal. Slowly, reluctantly, the cage sagged back against his body as blood started receding back from the engorged flesh. "Please? Master?" 

[conormurphy-hunter]

"That wasn't bad," Conor praised, eyes flickering from Elliot's eyes and back down to his plastic bound cock. "But we're supposed to do it a few more times. Two more, lets say, then we break until tomorrow. Ok?" The hunter didn't wait for an answer. His hand graced Elliot's shoulder with a few pats before he rounded the barn again, closing the windows and summoning the omega back.

They went through the process again, slick, dripping wolf sharing his scent until Elliot raged against his confines, Conor waiting until Elliot looked like his nose was about to bleed, then sending the pup out and cleansing the air.

"One more?"