Wolf-Daddy
Written February 2, 2026 ~ 1965 words ~ CW: Explicit sexual content, family rejection
Seth thought that being a werewolf kinda sucked.
Provocative thing to say, he knew, especially as so many romance books were using wolves and packs, alphas and betas to do sex. No plot, really, though they pretended, just sex. Mostly women being possessed, which was kinda gross if you really thought about it.
“She was an omega, and he was an alpha. Their love should not exist.”
“She was the last of her line, and he was the first of his.”
Stupid. Werewolves don’t have alphas and betas (nor do regular wolves, for that matter). There are no leaders. There are losers. Wolves exist as a pack, taking care of each other, making decisions together, and sometimes, weirdly, all having sex together.
Seth disliked that last part. He remembered the first time it came up back in high school among his packmates. They all wanted to meet up at Benji’s place, the farm that was a mile from the road, and throw a party, get naked, and have sex. Just so much sex. He refused. He was teased. He didn’t care. Sex was weird.
Which made his current predicament all the more strange. Seth, it turned out, liked sex. A lot. On his own terms, and with men he chose. Seth loved to dominate men. Perhaps that was the beast in him. Or maybe it had to do with growing up in a werewolf commune where he had little control over his days.
Either way, he’d found himself in a gay bar one day, shortly after he turned eighteen. He’d always wanted to check one out, see if it fit his vibe. He’d known he was gay since he was little. Had sucked off a couple of boys in the locker room during high school. He hadn’t ever had sex, not until that night.
Music pumped, the bass feeling like a second heartbeat in his chest. Overhead lights were low, and a rainbow lit up the space. Hands were everywhere on him. He loved that feeling, of being touched, almost petted, groped. He pushed through the throng of bodies, rubbing himself against asses and fronts. One man stopped him, kissed him, and he kissed right back, tasting acrid cigarette and whiskey on his breath. Delicious.
He left the man there, wanting to get a drink at the bar. He had his fake ID in his pocket, ready to be whipped out if necessary. The bartender, an older man with only a purple speedo on, gave him the vodka-soda he ordered, lemon wedge perched precariously on it. The man was hot, beefy and hairy, and Seth felt himself growing hard in the leather pants he’d bought that morning.
“Not my type, sugar,” the bartender said winking. “Keeping the tab open?”
Seth nodded and pushed away from the bar. He meandered through the bodies, exchanging kisses here, gropes there, feeling the heat of arousal and anonymity in his bones. Some kid about his age grabbed him, said, “Dance with me,” and he did.
His name was Kieran. He was shorter than Seth, who wasn’t all that tall anyway, and he was fit. Seth liked the white mesh tank top he wore over tanned skin. He nuzzled into Kieran’s neck, black hairs from his head tickling Seth’s ear. He placed a kiss, then licked the spot where the skin dips between the neck and the shoulder, tasting lotion and lemon. Kieran moaned.
“I like the way you taste,” Seth said in his ear.
“Wanna taste more of me?” Kieran said back.
Seth was breathless as he nodded into Kieran’s shoulder. He was grabbed by his waistband and pulled along. The bathroom had a sign that read, “Only one person at a time.” They ignored it.
When Kieran opened the stall door, Seth pushed him in, desperate and needy. He pressed himself against the other man’s back, and his hand slid into khaki shorts. Kieran wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Seth’s hand felt the soft curls of hair. His fingers brushed Kieran’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” Kieran moaned. His hands fumbled with the button and zipper on his shorts, but they came off quickly. He pushed them down, tried to turn around, but Seth held him there, his strength greater despite his lithe form.
He dropped to his knees, spread Kieran’s cheeks, and licked.
“Mmm, yes, baby,” Kieran moaned.
That was all Seth needed. His tongue lashed, wetting the small hairs and sides of Kieran’s asshole, tasting that same lotion and lemon, but also now musk. Kieran’s moans grew louder, and they were joined by other men in other stalls, all being sucked, licked, and fucked.
Seth’s cock was painful against his pants. He paused his ministrations to slide the leather off him.
“Gonna fuck me?”
“Want me to?”
“Fuck yes. Holy shit, that thing is huge.” Seth’s grin was toothy as Kieran’s hand grasped his shaft and tugged. “You might have to carry me out of here.”
“I wanna take you home.”
“Please.” It was practically a beg. It did funny things to Seth.
“Lube?”
“Shorts.”
Seth grabbed the khakis, found the lube, a small bottle of AstroGlide, slicked himself up, and stuck a finger into Kieran. His whine was high-pitched. Seth liked that. His finger was pushed in and out, bent this way, stretched that way. He inserted another and another, until he could almost put his fist into the man. He pulled them out, bringing a gasp from Kieran, and grabbed his cock, lining it up with Kieran’s stretched hole.
He pressed into Kieran. That came with a gasp, a “Fuck!”, and a whine like a dog. When he was all the way in, he savored the feeling of warmth and weird, of knowing he was inside another man. Kieran panted. Seth leaned forward, licked his sweat-soaked back.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he growled.
“Yes.”
He did. At first, he was tentative, new to this. But Kieran begged. Pleaded for more, for harder, for faster, and Seth gave him what we wanted. Their bodies became a mess of sweat and sticky lube. His pounding brought sounds like slaps and claps. Kieran’s hand was quick on his own cock, bringing himself closer to release.
He felt the moment it happened. Kieran tensed, cried out, and came, shooting against the toilet seat and the wall. Seth was deep enough inside that he felt the pulsing from Kieran’s cock. He let himself go, felt the cum shoot from him into the other man. He kept up his rhythm a moment after he was done.
Seth slipped out of him, cock softening. He turned Kieran around, looked into those hazelnut eyes, and kissed him. Kieran returned the kiss, their tongues dancing against each other, hands exploring naked bodies.
“Come home with me?”
Kieran nodded. They cleaned themselves up with toilet paper, dressed, and flushed the toilet. They came out together, hands laced, smiles shy but knowing. The bouncer at the door glared at them. He knew. Everyone knew. They hadn’t been quiet, and they certainly weren’t the only ones.
“I should tell you something,” Seth said as they wandered down the street. Most of the businesses were closed, the other bars blaring gaudy dancepop. Other people, men, women, those who claimed neither, and those who lived in-between, streamed past them. A vendor was selling hot dogs. Another sold pizza.
“What should you tell me?”
“About who I am.”
“Oh, I know who you are. You’re a man who takes control and fucks a boy right.”
Seth grinned at that, pulled Kieran into him and kissed him. “Hope I do that right, too.”
“You’re passable. Just need some training.”
Seth’s hand was on Kieran’s ass in an instance, grasping it hard. Kieran giggled, placed a kiss on Seth’s cheek, and returned the gesture. Seth laughed into his mouth.
“I like you,” Kieran said. “What should I know?”
“I’m different.”
Kieran’s hand was on the front of Seth’s pants, rubbing him. “I can tell. Biggest I’ve ever seen.”
“Not like that. I’m a wolf.”
Kieran’s rubbing stopped. He looked up at Seth, hazelnut eyes wide, maybe a little scared but filled with arousal.
“Like the Mueller Pack?” Seth nodded. “I bagged a wolf? I thought y’all did that freaky group sex thing?”
“They do. It’s weird.” Kieran hummed in agreement. He spun around and tugged Seth along. “Never liked it. Where are we going?”
They’d past his car halfway back down the block. Kieran shrugged. “I wanna swing. There’s a park up here.”
Seth liked this dynamic. He was pulled along, into a small park with a rundown swing set. Kieran plopped himself in one and kicked his feet on the ground.
“Why me?” he asked.
“Why you? You grabbed me.”
“Oh, I did, didn’t I?” Seth could smell the vodka in the air. He wished he had a bottle of it now. “You’re cute. You should grow a beard, become a wolf-daddy.”
“A ‘wolf-daddy’?”
“Go to the gym, put some muscle on, stop shaving your body. Be hairy.”
“You are weird.”
Kieran grinned at that. He kicked harder, setting the swing in motion. Seth settled into the other one and joined him. They didn’t speak for a long time, just swung.
Seth didn’t know what this was with Kieran. They’d just had sex in a club bathroom. They’d kissed. Now they were here. It was different. With the pack, things couldn’t be like this. Quiet. Holding space.
“You’re musing over there,” came Kieran’s voice. “Whatcha thinking?”
Seth looked back at him. The white mesh tank seemed ethereal as Kieran swung back and forth. He was adorable. Seth explained about the pack. How Benji tended to dominate things, make the decisions for his agemates, and how everyone just went along with it. He told him that Mom and Dad wanted to buy another farmhouse, split the pack between places rather than one. The pack had grown in the ten years since they’d moved here, numbering almost one hundred now.
“Holy shit. There’s that many wolves here?” Seth nodded. “God damn. You know… This place has become like the San Francisco of the abnormal.”
“I’m not abnormal.”
“Sorry, yeah, you are. Especially that dick. Abnormal in the best way. There’s a vampire coven over on Seventh, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure the soapery on Clark is actually a front for witches.”
Seth stared at him. Kieran was making light of things. Seth liked that. He looked around, checking to see how alone they were. The lights were off in the businesses, and most of the houses looked like they were sleeping. The park was a little way off from the sidewalk, bushes hiding it. That sealed his decision.
He rose from his swing, grabbed Kieran’s, and pulled the other man close. Kieran squeaked. “Pants off,” Seth growled. Kieran obeyed, and Seth fucked him on the swing.
That began something for Seth that was separate from pack dynamics. It was a strange thing for him to dominate a person, at least at first, but Kieran begged for it. All the time, and Seth was happy to provide. They found an apartment on Seventh, two doors down from the vampires. Seth grew a beard, put on muscle, and was pounced on by Kieran every day after getting home from the gym. His parents and the pack were unhappy with the decision. Seth wanted something different, something closer to normal rather than abnormal.
They kicked him out of the pack. That stung. He thought they’d understand. Mom was sympathetic and visited him all the time. She fell in love with Kieran. Called him her bonus son.
Seth didn’t know what he was going to do, but he would figure it out. In the meantime, he had a boyfriend to dominate and a beard to groom.
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Talk soon,
Eli