*sorry it's been so long, finals and all. anyhow, here's the last chapter. enjoy ;)*
Derek Hale had spent weeks preparing. He was planning to completely use and abuse Chris Argent. They had tolerated one another's existence for years, but now Chris had gone too far. He had to pay.
Derek had been feeling nervous in the days leading up to the night he planned his raid on Argent. He worried that this nervousness would take over him before he got his revenge. However, on the chosen night, Derek was feeling determined. Adrenaline pumped through his veins all day, and he was excited to take out his wrath. He got the call from Scott that he'd successfully gotten Alison out of the house for the night. Later, he got a call from Stiles saying that he'd managed to get Mrs. Argent out of the house with a fake PTA conference that would lead to a series of setbacks, keeping her out long enough for Derek to execute his plan.
Derek silently stalked through the night, swiftly moving through the city until he reached the Argent residence. He'd gotten to know the security measures in his previous encounters with the Argent family, and through a little recon from Scott. He deftly avoided the cameras and alarms, climbing to the one unsecure window in the house. He opened it and tumbled into the attic of the house. After navigating through the piles of old mementos and furniture, Derek found the stairs and quietly crawled through the house. His skills were heightened by the thrill of the hunt, so he was able to stalk his prey without making a sound. Chris was completely unaware of the impending danger when Derek descended upon him in his living room. The wolf quickly wrestled his prey to the ground, and tied his hands and feet with rope he'd brought for the occasion.
"What the fuck are you-"was all Chris Argent was able to mutter before a pair of boxers was shoved into his mouth. He tasted sweat, a bit of urine, and a little salty cum. Derek wore the underwear every day since he began plotting his revenge. By now they reeked.
"You went too far, Argent," Derek said. He stood the man up and leaned him against the mantle of his fireplace. Argent stopped struggling and seemed to accept his fate as Derek used a pair of scissors he'd brought to carefully cut the man's clothes off. The wolf looked at his humiliated, naked nemesis. His head hung low, looking down at his hairy, toned chest. A hairy trail led down from his bellybutton to his trimmed pubic hair. His legs and arms were very hairy as well. He spent an especially long time examining the man's genitals. His cut dick was no larger than three inches, flaccid, and his balls were shrunken from fear. Derek took the tattered shreds and put them into a large plastic bag, along with the scissors. He then sat on the edge of a coffee table in the middle of the luxurious room and laid the naked man across his knees. "You need to be punished."
With that, Derek began spanking the man's hairy ass. His protruding cheeks bounced when struck, jiggling after the impact. Derek loved watching his enemy's butt turn red as he smacked it harder and harder. Argent struggled against the punishment, still bound and gagged. He screamed a bit the first few times he was spanked, but eventually accept his fate, only wincing after every strike. Derek stopped every now and then so that the man wouldn't be able to predict the beat of his hands. He enjoyed the total control he had over his humiliated adversary, his large cock swelling slightly in his jeans. He used his hands to jiggle the cheeks, delighted by the ripples jiggling through them. Then, he pulled the cheeks apart, exposing his hairy little asshole.
Derek leaned in and sniffed the hole, pleased by the scent of his submissive prey. He poked at it with his finger, feeling the tight hole squeeze around the tip. The man was clearly a virgin when it came to anal sex. He tickled the asshole, enjoying Argent's attempts to wriggle and pull away from the sensation. He dug his pointer finger in to the first knuckle, then to the second, eventually sliding his entire finger into the man. Pulling his finger out, he repeated the entire process painfully slowly, fingerfucking the man. After a few turns of this, Derek began to slide a second finger into the man's hole, stretching it. Argent began to relax his hole, accepting his fate and submitting to the wolf's powerful fingers in his ass. He was worried when he felt a third finger enter him, fearing that his dominator would want to fist him. Derek considered it, but decided not to.
Instead, after pounding the asshole with three fingers for a while, he got up, rolling the bound, naked man off of his lap and onto the expensive carpet. He left the room for a few minutes and returned with a bag. Derek considered bringing his own toys, but decided to use things he could find around Argent's house instead. He figured that having his own possessions in his ass would add to the humiliation.
Derek pulled a bit of rope from his backpack and flipped Argent over, tying his legs to his hands so that his thighs were spread and his ankles in the air. That way, the wolf could get a view of Argent's face as he violated his asshole. First, Derek took one of the man's expensive pens out of the bag, and slid the cool metal in and out of his ass a few times. He saw Argent's face redden, the filthy boxers still hanging from his mouth. Smiling, Derek pulled the pen out of his hole and replaced it with a long candlestick from his dining room table. He pushed the small end of the candle in, and continued pushing until the entire thing almost disappeared within the hairy ass cheeks. He pulled it all the way out and pushed it back in several times, his eyes trained on Argent's. Derek was enjoying his revenge, reveling in his captive's humiliation. Finally, Derek pulled the candlestick from the man's ass and revealed what he planned to use to finish the job. He took a long, thick cucumber from his bag. He was nearly giddy with glee when he found the massive vegetable in Argent's fridge. It was at least eight inches long and so wide in the middle that Derek almost couldn't fit his hand around it. He happily pushed the chilled vegetable against the man's sensitive, exposed hole, rubbing it up and down his crack. Then, he forcefully pushed the cucumber into Argent's ass, the man letting out a shout through the underwear as the object was pushed inside him. A surprised tear rolled down his cheek and absorbed into the material hanging from his mouth as Derek gleefully fucked him with the large vegetable. After stretching his asshole with the cucumber for nearly five minutes, Derek stood erect and pulled Argent up by the hair, forcing him to his feet. The cucumber was still protruding from his hairy ass cheeks, and Derek commanded him to push it out. Argent squeezed his ass and the vegetable fell to the floor. The wolf picked it up and shoved it under the man's nose, making him smell his own ass. He ripped the wet underwear from his mouth and shoved the vegetable in, commanding him to eat the entire thing. Humiliated, Argent ate the object with which he had been fucked, tasting his own ass.
Derek leaned in close, pressing the erection in his jeans against the man's hairy, flaccid cock. The eight inches were slowly tearing the denim, so he unzipped his pants and the member immediately flew out. He commanded his submissive to his knees, and pushed his mouth against the member, forcing him to deep-throat it. Derek happily removed his thick, pulsing eight-inches and laughed as the man choked and gagged. He grabbed Argent by the back of the head and skullfucked him, shoving his pelvis against his face. Chris Argent was embarrassed by the fact that he was naked in his own living room, with his enemy's low hanging balls smacking him violently on the chin. Furthermore, he felt more humiliated by the fact that his master was still fully clothing. These feelings mixed within him, making his dick grow to an erect three inches.
Derek Hale continued skullfucking his prey until he came, squeezing hot loads of jizz into the man's mouth. He made Argent open his cum filled mouth while he spit into it, adding more of himself for the man to swallow. He backed up and stuffed his soft eight-inch cock into his pants. He noticed that Argent's now erect penis was the same size as when it was flaccid. "Man, is that even a cock?" he said, kneeling to play with the tiny member. He turned the little dick over in his hands, examining it and commenting on its size. Chris Argent said nothing, but his entire face turned a bright shade of scarlet. Laughing, Derek stood and kicked the man in his balls.
"Look at you, you little bitch. Get up onto your knees," he said to the crumpled form on the expensive carpet. The man weakly got to his knees. Derek removed his eight-inch cock and low-hanging balls from his pants once more, and commanded the man to suck his nuts. Argent obeyed, filling his mouth with the huge balls. Then, Derek dropped his pants, and demanded that Argent kiss his ass. He turned around to reveal the pale, tight, muscular cheeks to the man. Argent leaned in and planted his pursed lips on a cheek, feeling the muscle flex as Derek farted in his face. He turned around laughing, and grabbed his massive cock at the head. He pointed it at Argent, and began peeing. He covered the man's body in piss, being sure to stain the carpet beneath him. At one point, he even forced Argent to open his mouth and swallow some of his pee. He finished and pulled his pants back up, satisfied.
He yanked the man to his feet by his hair, and led the piss-covered submissive up the long staircase and into his own bedroom. He instructed him to locate paper and all of the clothes that he owned. The naked man hurriedly bounced around the room, still bound at the hands and feet, managing to find everything that Derek asked for. He untied Argent's hands and gave him the pen that had been in his ass. He told him to write a letter explaining to his family that he was giving up his marriage and wolf-hunting in order to live in the woods, getting in touch with nature. Derek was confident that everyone would assume it was a mid-life crisis and believe that the man was gone of his own free will. He then retied the man's hands and led him to the en suite bathroom, throwing all of the clothes into the bathtub. He then produced a match from his pocket and set fire to the clothes in several places. Argent watched as all of his clothes slowly burned into a pile of ashes. Derek turned on the shower and washed away the only thing that separated Argent's naked body from the world.
"Now, we're going to get into my car and find a new home for you," Derek said with a dark glee.
"But I'll get arrested for public indecency," Argent blurted stupidly, unsure of why that was the first thing that popped into his mind. The entire situation had him thinking somewhat irregularly.
Derek snarled, and left the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with something in his pocket. He untied Argent and stepped behind him. He slipped something around the man's ankles, and slid the smooth fabric up his legs until it covered his ass and genitals. His small erection tented the silky pink material. He then slid something around the man's arms, clasping it in the back. Argent suddenly realized that Derek had dressed him in a pair of his wife's underwear and one of her matching bras. "There," Derek said, resting a hand on the silk-covered ass, "now you'll be fine in public."
Derek led the man out of the house and into his car. He rolled down the windows and sped off into the night. He made sure to drive through the busiest parts of town letting people see his submissive in his bra and panties, the tiny erection poking out of the waistband of the underwear. Eventually, they reached a town a few miles from where Argent previously lived. He opened the door and told Argent to get out, instructing him to enter the s&m bar across the street. "I don't ever want to see you again. If I do, I'll kill you. You know I can do it," he said threateningly. He closed the door and sped off, turning around to go back home. As he neared Argent on the way back, he lowered his window and said "Oh, and Chris? Never fuck with a wolf's pack."
