I'm baaaack! Hello everybody. I know this update took a long time and I apologize for that. I want to thank all of you who took the time to send me messages of encouragement; you have no idea how much I needed them and how much I loved them. You are all in my heart, thank you.

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Disclaimer 2: Please be warned that this story will include physical, emotional and sexual abuse. I DO NOT promote, condone or accept abuse in any shape or form. This is a fictional work with fictional characters and I present it as such.

Chapter 6

"Damn it Seth! Even in the second round you still feel fucking tight." Said Jacob breathlessly as he buried himself inside the sub's body again and again. Maybe it was not that Seth was tight as much as the fact that Jacob was a really big boy.

"I'm tired, you'll ride me now." Jake pulled out of Seth with a crude pop. The master laid down on the bed and Seth maneuvered his body so he was crouching over his master's manhood on shaky legs. He was already exhausted and covered in sweat from having been on his hands and knees for the last thirty minutes, this made the task of hovering over his master even harder especially considering he could not hold on to him.

Jacob was kneading Seth's firm ass, almost panting with desire. "Hurry up dog!" Holding Jacob's cock upright with one hand he wiggled around a bit before descending slowly onto the rigid pole. Not wanting to wait even one second the master grabbed Seth's hips with his big hands and shoved him down hard until the sub's cheeks caressed his thighs.

Seth breathed deeply and began impaling himself on his master's length. Even after having sex with him twice this much deeper intrusion was especially painful and he had to make an effort to not hiss in pain. Each time they had sex was in a way like being branded again, only through his ass. Jake didn't flinch even after seeing Seth's expression, quite the opposite, he lunged himself off the bed to pile drive the sub's ass in rapid deep thrusts. Jacob relished in the velvety heat wrapped around his painfully hard cock. The ever so expert sub clenched his ass tightly to provide his master with added sensation.

"Oh yeah fuck…. so good…. Gyrate your hips." Jacob was lost in the sensation, completely oblivious to anything besides the delicious movements of his sub. "Oh shit… I'm coming!" he cried out. His body convulsed as he was being drained, while washing Seth's walls with his hot man cream. Seth pulled himself off knowing never to linger on the bed. Jake's semi-hard dick fell slightly to the side when it left the sub's body. Seth jumped off the bed and after collecting his clothes limped to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

When Seth came out of his bathroom he was faced with his master leaning against the wall with his huge arms crossed over his chest and a blank expression on his face. Seth's eyes almost connected with those of his master before he corrected himself and they became downcast. "I'm leaving at noon to go patrol the frontier with Sam. I'll be back about the same time tomorrow. I expect this room to shine like a new penny. Quil or Paul will come tonight to lock your chain. You better not behave like a skanky whore while I'm away or this, he said while pointing at the initials he branded on Seth's chest, will be a good memory compared to what I'll do to you. Is that clear?"

"Yes master" Answered Seth in his eternally young voice. Jacob took one step towards his sub and in a completely unexpected action ran his hand over Seth's bald head making him flinch. Jake didn't understand what propelled him to do such a thing. He stood very still for several minutes having an internal debate, trying to elucidate the reason for his behavior. For lack of a better explanation he decided Seth's scent was just too enticing. That had to be it, which would also explain Alec's obsession with the sub.

Without saying another word he turned on his heels and left the room. Seth felt lighter than he had in months. With his master gone he would get a chance to rest and his body would have time to heal. Distracted with his chores Seth didn't realize how late he was for lunch; leaving the room he worked the maze of hallways to get to the kitchen without having to cross the great room in which invariably there would always be a wolf or two. He learned that if he went down to the lower level he could come up through a seldom used set of stairs and end up just past the kitchen, from there he would backtrack and arrive to the kitchen without being seen.

Unfortunately Seth was anything but lucky, when he was about to reach the stairs he felt himself leave the floor as he was being pulled into one of the rooms in the lower level. There was a big, russet hand over his mouth and after the door was locked he was placed on the floor only to face James who was smirking maliciously. When Seth turned to see who was behind him all he saw was Felix licking his lips, he lunged himself towards Seth capturing his mouth in a heated kiss. The kiss felt disgusting and dirty, the dominant pushed his tongue inside Seth's mouth while James removed the sub's pants.

Seth knew what was going to happen, this had happened to him more times than he cared to remember. In the blink of an eye James bent him over and entered him in one swift motion. Seth's mouth opened in a soundless scream action that Felix took advantage of, pushing his cock inside the sub's mouth making him gag. Luckily Felix was much smaller than his master and he managed to breathe.

"Fuck Felix this sub has a really tight ass, wait until you get back here, you would think Jake didn't fuck him five times a day." Moaned James between huffs and puffs. He and Felix already had a rhythm going in which James would enter Seth making him take Felix deeper in his mouth.

"Can't wait brother, even though I have to tell you this mother fucker deep throats like the best of them." Answered Felix equally short of breath.

Soon enough both of them obtained their release only to switch places and submit Seth to a second round. This went on several times until Seth was almost to the point of passing out. He couldn't even think anymore, he always tried to detach himself from these situations but on that occasion he couldn't. At least by the third time he was sodomized cum and blood were seeping from his hole making the penetration much easier.

After the two perverted morons had their fill and were left with no more cum inside their oversize balls they got dressed and motioned to leave the room, but not before warning Seth. "Not a word to your master about this, not that we care if he kills you or not but we have no desire to spend any time in the dungeons." The sub didn't care what happened to them, as they said his master would definitely kill him when he found out. If that was the case he much rather have these bastards pay for what they did. That was his thought until James added "Just know that if you say something and we get punished, that twink in Sam's estate will run with even worse luck than you. At least you will be killed quickly, he will not." The fear pushed his blood harder and faster through his veins. Of one thing Seth was certain; he could not be the cause for Embry's pain.

The vicious pair high fived congratulating each other on a job well done and they left the room; their lecherous laughter following them as they walked out. Seth laid on the floor in a puddle of cum and blood. He pulled his knees to his chest holding them with his arms behind them. He could feel all the viscous fluid seeping out of his gaping hole and sliding over his skin to join the rest of it on the floor. Every time this happened he felt so dirty and disgusting, temporarily believing that he was indeed an animal sent to the earth to satisfy the needs of the dominants and appease their anger. His body was a testament to how low a human may fall if they succumb to their primal needs. Each scar, burn, and bruise told the story of this apocalyptic world, but the story was not a happy one, this story was pure torture.

Seth passed out only to be brought up to semi-consciousness by Edward's voice. "Seth, Seth, wake up. C'mon pup wake up." The concern in his voice was evident but Seth couldn't make himself regain consciousness completely. He just heard Edward's steps as he hurried out of the room only to come back some time later with another set of steps in tow.

"Oh God, it's as bad as you said." Through the fog that engulfed him, Seth could recognize the voice as belonging to Quil. "I smell those bastards all over him; at least Jake is away, that gives us some time to get him cleaned up. Here Ed, take off his collar." Said Quil handing Edward a silver key that until that moment hung from his neck all the way into his shirt

"How come you have this key?" Questioned Edward.

"Jacob wanted Paul or me to make sure he slept chained to the wall. Since Paul doesn't like to deal with submissives I offered to take care of it." They both knew that after this experience Seth would most probably try to follow the same route that Mike had taken. The minute he was strong enough there would be the distinct possibility he would try to phase. At least this way they would get a chance to try and convince him otherwise.

"Ed, just in case Jake comes back early we should get him cleaned up."

"It will be hell to get their scent off him, they came inside him."

"I know, let's see if we can get him to expel their cum even if we have to make him barf." Quil snaked his arm around Seth's cold body and carried him out of the room. They headed to the room where Seth had been taken when he arrived at the manor. After Edward helped him by taking off his clothes Quil got in the shower with an unconscious Seth, who stirred lightly when the warm water hit his face.

"Seth you need to wake up, we are trying to help you. We need to get you cleaned up before your master sniffs those two bastards on you. Please Seth please come back to us!" Pleaded both Quil and Edward, while Edward scrubbed him with lots of soap. After Quil nodded in approval Edward squeezed Seth's abdomen making him expel cum and blood clots through his southern opening.

After they got him cleaned up Quil stepped out of the shower still holding a semi-conscious Seth. They had been so gentle and almost father like. Seth would've enjoyed the attention if it wasn't for the fact life was slowly slipping out of him. He had been attacked many times before but between the brutality of his master and the lack of proper nutrition he was in a weakened state that might be the cause for his demise.

"Ed why isn't he waking up? His heartbeat is so weak." Asked Quil worried.

"I'm not sure; my best guess is that he is just too weak. He needs to rest for a few hours for his healing to pick up."

"Ed they may be looking for you, I can slip through the cracks a lot easier, I'll stay here with him."

"Sounds good Quil, as soon as I can I'll bring some food for both of you."

"Don't worry about me; bring him something for when he wakes up."

Edward exited the room after peeking out and looking down the long hallway. Quil slid down the wall holding an unconscious Seth in his strong arms. He observed the little dog he was cradling and his mind left his body taking off in a journey through time. To a time many years ago, a time much different than the one they were living in.

Quil's parents had been insanely in love at the time of the pandemic, unfortunately only his father carried the wolf gene and his mother succumbed to the deadly virus. After his father buried his wife of twelve years he left Quil and his twin brother Albert under the care of some neighbors and disappeared forever. Some said he blew his brains out, others that he jumped from the highest cliff on their reservation. The truth of the matter was that Quil and Albert were added to the list of orphans left behind.

The neighbors were good people that took care of Quil and Albert like they were their own. Unfortunately they were older and never had extra money laying around. When Quil was fifteen he phased for the first time and to everybody's delight he developed into a big strong wolf with leadership qualities and a good heart. The couple was overjoyed when he was asked to join the army and had a celebration for him before he left for training. The two brothers held on to each other with hot salty tears streaming down their faces as they said good bye. Don't cry Albert I know you are close to phasing too and when you do you will join me. This crazy world won't know what hit it when the Ateara brothers take over.

That was the last time Quil saw his brother. After the six months of training were over he came home to find the old couple sitting on their porch mindlessly moving to and fro on their rocking chairs. Their appearance shocked Quil to the core and a cold feeling went down his spine as his stomach sank. It had only been six months but they appeared to have aged ten years. Quil knew they stopped phasing many years before but when he left they looked much different. He approached them slowly and the apologetic look on their faces gave him a really bad feeling. The woman, Agnes, stood up and placing her arms around his neck kept asking for forgiveness and saying there was nothing they could do.

Where is Albert? Part of Quil didn't want them to answer his question, but part of him needed them to do it. He pulled back from her and saw as she wouldn't make eye contact with him. He sought her husband's eyes and they were equally evasive. Agnes. Where. Is. Albert? With each word his volume increased, he didn't mean to raise his voice to these people who had showed him nothing but kindness but he couldn't pick up his brother's scent and panicked.

Quil come inside; we need to talk. Agnes grabbed Quil's hand and walked quietly inside the house where her husband was already waiting for them.

Three months after you left Albert phased. Quil interrupted them. Oh thank goodness you had me worried there for a minute; I thought something bad had happened to him. I haven't heard of him joining the army so he must be a servant. Where is he being trained?

Agnes and her husband exchanged a sad look before she took Quil's hand to comfort him. When your brother phased he… I mean it was unexpected… Getting impatient and with his shifting ability not completely under control Quil struggled to remain calm but his shaking was severe and Agnes moved away from him in case he phased.

Son, Albert is a submissive. Quil chest became heavy as the crushing pain of having his heart shattered in thousands of microscopic pieces attacked him. He felt as his soul detached from his body and floated above their heads. He knew being a submissive was worse than a death sentence. His brother was probably being tortured as they spoke and he needed to do something about it. Then the most destructive of all feelings filled him, guilt. Maybe if he hadn't left, his brother would've been saved, he would've protected him. He could've asked his alpha, Jacob Black, to loan him the money to pay for his freedom. Then again if he stayed Jacob wouldn't be his alpha and they wouldn't have the means to pay for anything. He would've died protecting his brother, they could bring the whole fucking army and the only way they could've taken his brother was by prying him from his cold dead fingers. Quil couldn't stay inside the house for one more second; both he and his wolf were in serious pain. He ran outside and phased not even caring to remove his pants or shoes before he did.

You know who bought him? Asked Quil after walking back in the house. He was naked as the day he was born and Agnes walked toward him with a throw blanket to cover his nakedness. We tried to find out but nobody would tell us, you know they do not keep records of who buys who. They just take the money without asking questions. Quil went to the elders and the council but all the doors were closed on his face. Knowing how protective Jacob was of his pack he recruited his alpha's help, if there was somebody who could get answers that was Jake. They travelled together and Jake even tried to bribe one of the auctioneers into giving him the information they needed but they were out of luck. The man was too honest for his own good and wouldn't accept the bribe and risk losing his job.

For a whole year after that Quil looked far and wide for his brother but with no luck. He never gave up and every time he had a few days off he would go on one of his quests as Jacob had named them. Of course he never touched a sub and always managed to make the others believe he did. Only Jake and his pack knew the truth and they never held it against him when he would disappear for days at a time. Even with the shame that was brought into a family by having a sub among them they still never rejected Quil. The only thing the pack ignored was the fact that Quil would never lay a finger on a sub. He worked hard making a reputation for himself, it was the only way he could help the subs without raising suspicions.

The bond between pack brothers was as strong as the bonds between blood brothers. After all, blood made them relatives but loyalty made them family. This was a line they heard many times after so many families were dissolved because of the pandemic and with all the new families that were forming it became somewhat of a national anthem. They were well aware that if the situation would have been different they wouldn't rest until they learned of their brother's whereabouts.

As he held Seth in his arms he noticed some wetness on the sub's face and realized he had been showering the sub with his bitter tears. He observed the sub's sleeping form and felt outraged looking at some of the scars on his body and the faint bruises on his face. Around his neck the skin had darkened from the constant friction from the collar. Aside from that, the little guy was truly beautiful, with a slightly rounded face that gave him a youthful appearance. His eyebrows were thin, flanking big brown eyes with long lashes that curved upward. He had the most perfect dimple on his chin and just a trace of facial hair. He wondered what Seth's true age was or even if he remembered how old he was.

Unable to tell how much time had passed he was startled by Edward as he came back in the room carrying a bag, a small container and a spoon. "He's still unconscious? Let's try to wake him up. I brought him some broth; I doubt his stomach will be able to handle anything heavy."

Quil shifted Seth on his lap and slightly sat him up while Edward tried to coax him to regain consciousness. Ed patted his face gently and called his name. After a few minutes of this Seth began stirring and the two dominants sighed relieved. Unfortunately when the sub opened his eyes and found himself on Quil's lap he panicked and started trashing until he escaped his hold. He moved clumsily away from the pair, who guessing his state of mind gave him the space he needed.

Seth's naked form limped around the room in obvious discomfort. Realizing he couldn't escape through the only door since it was being blocked by Edward, he crumbled to the floor crouching painfully while hugging his legs with his thin arms. It was a truly painful sight to see a human being in such misery. He hid his face in the small space between his bent knees and his chest. Everything had been so peaceful. The few minutes he felt he was asleep, even though it had been hours, were the most peaceful of all his adult life.

He wept quietly wishing himself back in the realm of peaceful death. He was done; life dealt him a crappy hand of cards that were impossible to play. He looked around the room, first at Edward and then at Quil who was kneeling on the floor naked. Watching Quil's naked form Seth could only guess he had taken part on the whole nightmare and with everything that was going on he didn't notice. What hurt him the most was Edward's presence, he certainly had nobody, no one was on his corner. Since he was not willing to leave this earth crouching on a dirty floor he stood up trying to stand as tall and proud as he could, trying to have at least an ounce of dignity in the last seconds of his life.

He was trying to summon his wolf when Edward's voice broke his concentration. "Seth you are not wearing your collar" the sub opened his eyes wildly bringing his hands to his neck and feeling skin instead of metal.

"Give it back! Put it back on me!" He demanded, not caring if he was punished.

"No Seth we won't, we know what you are thinking and we will not let you do it." Answered Quil in the most authoritative way he could.

"Why, so you could fuck me again? Did you like my ass too?" Asked Seth in a weeping voice. Quil was the picture of confusion until he realized he was naked as a jaybird.

"No, no, no Seth don't jump to conclusions. I didn't do it. Damn it, I wouldn't touch you. Regardless of what you've come to believe I've never touched a sub in my entire life." Now it was Seth's turn to be confused, if he didn't take part of the little orgy that had Seth as main character, why the hell was he naked? "I know this looks very bad but I just held you in the shower while Ed cleaned you up. We were trying to get rid of the scents those bastards left on you."

"Why did you do that?" Asked Seth trying to make sense of what was going on. He couldn't help but notice this was the longest exchange he had ever had with a dominant since he phased.

"We don't want Jake to kill you." This time it was Edward who answered.

"Why not?" Asked Seth beginning to lose control. "Please, I'm so tired; I can't do this anymore, please if you want to help me, let me die." He begged under his breath before the torrent of tears and painful sobs rendered him unable to talk.

Quil ran to Seth's help the instant he saw the sub's trembling form shake lightly as his knees weakened and gave under him. He snaked his arms around Seth's slim body and held him against his own. Edward approached them joining Quil in his effort to comfort Seth. This time it was Edward who lifted Seth off the floor and sat on a chair with his body cradled on his lap.

"Pup please hold on a little longer, we are trying to help you but your master is a very powerful man and most people are not willing to get on his bad side. We never had enough time to help any of the others seeing they were gone so quickly, but you are different. You are stronger than all of them put together. Please Seth, we know your life is pure hell but you've survived for much longer than anyone expected, I beg you to please give us a little more time" Pleaded Edward while holding the sub's head against his chest and rocking him gently. After donning his pants Quil knelt beside them and ran his callous hand over Seth's bald head. He couldn't see Seth anymore; all he saw was his brother and wondered if anybody was ever compassionate with him. He felt as two tortured and sorrowful tears escaped his eyes and then two more and another until they combined in one continuous anguished flow. Edward noticing his friend's distress moved the hand that held Seth's knees and dried some of Quil's tears with the pad of his thumb.

"Why are you crying?" Asked Seth in a low childlike voice, neither one of them noticing how much time had passed. Quil grabbed Seth's small hand and kissed it tenderly before telling him it was a long story that one day he would share with him. The sub nodded in understanding turning his head to look at Edward who watched him through red rimmed eyes. Since this would be one of those rare occasions in which Seth was not terrified or being mercilessly tortured by a dominant he snuggled to Edward's chest relishing in its warmth.

"Damn it! You must be cold, Quil I brought some clothes; they are in that bag." Quil followed Edward's line of sight to where the bag rested on the floor. He retrieved the old rags from the bag looking at them in disgust.

"Ed is there any way to get him anything better to wear or at least something warmer? There has to be millions of closets and stores we can raid and he has to keep wearing these pieces of shit."

"You know I don't leave the manor anymore, why don't you next time you leave for a few days try to find something that will fit him? I'll make sure it gets washed so Jake will not even guess it's new. Just make sure it looks old, no new clothes."

"I'll do that." Kneeling back down beside them Quil began sliding up Seth's pants before Edward lifted him so his pants could cover his naked behind. The sub used to being handled by the dominants, albeit under very different circumstances, stayed still and allowed Quil to dress him.

"The broth I brought must be cold by now, Quil can you check if there is wood in that stove, we can warm it up." Seth tensed on Edward's lap as Quil got the fire going. Sensing his distress Ed looked at him quizzically. The sub just looked in the direction of the stove shaking lightly. The dominants in the room picked up Seth's heartbeat speeding up and guessed the reason for his distress. Absentmindedly the sub had moved his hand to his chest right over the spot where he had been branded. Edward placed his hand over Seth's and comforted him, helping him see they would never do something even slightly similar to that. After a few minutes Seth relaxed back onto Ed's chest, taking this rare opportunity to feel somewhat human and cared for.

"Here we go, nice and warm." Stated Quil while stirring the small metal container as he brought it to Seth.

Seth motioned to grab it from Quil's hands but he wouldn't relinquish the container and instead dipped the spoon in the hot liquid and blew on it before bringing it to the sub's lips. The sub not used to any type of nurturing treatment coming from a dom or even his parents for that matter, was distrustful of this sudden outpour of attention. Deciding he had been helpful and decent he trusted him and took the steaming liquid swallowing loudly as it slid down his throat. He sighed internally enjoying the flavor and the warmth.

"Seth, can you walk?" Asked Quil as he moved away from Seth once the broth was gone. Seth nodded affirmatively and stood up from Edward's lap, whimpering internally at the loss of his warmth. Both doms in the room felt a cruel fury invade them watching Seth limp towards the door. They were witnessing the product of a being crueler than the virus that almost decimated earth's population…. men.

"Quil go with him; the last thing he needs is to bump into anybody from this house." Directed Edward to which Quil complied without hesitating. Seth was curious as to why Quil obeyed so diligently a man who in their caste system was beneath him.

They took off walking towards Jacob room. Feeling confident enough after what he experienced with Quil he decided to ask him the reason of his behavior when it came to Edward. "Quil, why do you obey Edward? He is beneath you."

Quil chuckled lightly "Seth, not everything is what it seems. Edward might be a cook now, but he is much more than that. He…" The dominant stopped talking when he noticed a familiar form coming toward them. Just what they needed, to bump into Alec.

"What do we have here?" It was unnerving for the sub to feel like he was a piece of meat. Alec looked at him licking his lips, the stench of his arousal reaching Seth's nostrils and making him shake slightly. He prayed Quil could be able to protect him but wasn't very hopeful.

"Since Jacob is not here I will take this sub to my room and show him what a good fuck is." Stated Alec lustily.

"Dream on, idiot." Stated Quil, his voice filled with contempt.

"Why not? He is already limping and reeks of you and Edward."

"Exactly, he had enough for today. And before you even think about telling Jake and getting him killed remember I have enough dirt on you to have you sent to the dungeons for a long, long time. Maybe down there you will find a boyfriend that will show you what a really good fuck is like." Alec blanched at Quil's words and went on his way without saying another word.

Quil had to suppress a laugh while pulling Seth toward Jacob's room where he would have to sleep on the sofa to keep the pup safe. For reasons nobody understood Seth's scent was more enticing than any of the other subs that had resided in the manor. To some extent even Quil was being affected by it, it was quite odd. After securing the sub to the chain on the wall Quil flicked off the lights and collapsed on one of the comfortable sofas in the sitting area in Jacob's room. As it happened every night, nostalgia enveloped him in a shroud of memories; this was all he had left, the thing he cherished more than anything. In that fleeting moment before falling asleep he reminisced of old times, of better times, sleep claimed him with the images of two little boys running around the house, jumping from chair to chair so the lava wouldn't hurt them . Images that he will never give up.

Good night Albert…