Stanton and Anton
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : D. J. Manly
Word Count :39000
Publication Date :2010-08-12
Series : Wolf Saga#2
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-827-5
Age old passions and family secrets come to the surface in part two of Saga of the Wolf. Things are not as they appear.
Anton Ross first met Stanton Lang at the academy, and soon learned that there was something curiously different about him. As their relationship changed and deepened, emotions would run high, and the entrance of Stanton’s fiancée Nancy, would create a complicated triangle which would affect the Ross’s and the Lang’s for two generations to come. On the eve of an oncoming war, set off by Stanton, and Adam, wounds are laid bare, and age old passions flare. Anton has reconnected with his grandson after mysteriously disappearing for years into an unknown land where fugitive werewolves and vampires joined forces in refuge from the hunters. Stanton places his own grandson, Adam, under his thumb and once again calls upon the demon, Sitri, to help him recapture what he considers still belongs to him. And Adam has his own desires, enraged about what he views as Nicolas’s betrayal; he too calls upon the demon. As Nicolas and Anton wait for their army, led by Grigore, Anton’s vampire lover, to help them fight off Lang’s mortal militia, passions simmer, plots thicken, and the price to be paid, grows.
Stanton blocked his way. Anton suddenly felt himself hypnotised by those blue eyes. Stanton placed a hand on his forearm. "We just want to make it good for you, that's all. No pressure. If at any time, there's something you don't want to do, just say no."
"Those are not the rules, Stanton," the guy with him added.
"Those are the new rules," Stanton replied, his gaze locking with Anton. "Now," he said softly to Anton, "you'll feel more comfortable, and not at all responsible if we just do this," he said, reaching out his hand to his companion who handed him a pair of handcuffs.
"What…what's that?" Anton managed. "You're not going to--"
"Listen baby," Stanton said softly, "we won't hurt you. It's the initiation process. Frederic, you remember," he said.
"Yes, Stanton," he said. "I loved it."
"Do you want to be part of the gang, or not, Anton?" Stanton demanded.
"What happens once I'm…cuffed?"
"You have to trust us," the other one smirked.
"Have I introduced you to Russ?" Stanton enquired.
"No," Anton swallowed.
"Russ, Anton, my new roommate. The others are waiting? Are you going to wimp out or not?"
Anton sucked in some breath then, shook his head.
"Okay, Frederic gets to prepare you tonight."
"Oh thank you, Stanton, thank you," he said.
"You know the drill. When he's ready, handcuff him, hands over the head, and bring him forth."
"Yes, Stanton," he said, rushing over to the bag Russ had left on the floor.
After Stanton and Russ had left, Anton turned to Frederic. "Was this a set up?"
"Not really," he said, searching in the bag. "It's common practise with newbies. Don't worry, you'll love it, really. Okay, now take off your clothes."
Anton slowly took off his clothes. He stood there, shivering a little, his hands self consciously hiding his genitals.
Frederic laughed. "Hey, you'll have to get over that. You'll be on display."
"How many others are we talking about?" Anton asked as Frederic moved his hands away.
"Wow," he said, "you're hung. Nice ass, too. You'll be a hit. You're gorgeous, Anton, no wonder Stanton wants you."
"Oh yeah," Frederic said, spreading some oily stuff on his hands. "I see the way he looks at you." Frederic began to rub his hands on Anton's forearms. "Hands out to the sides. Come on, we have to be quick."
"So, how many others at this thing?" Anton asked again.
"Not many, just the inner circle, six or so. I'm usually not in the inner circle, but Stanton is rewarding me I guess."
Frederic began to massage the stuff into his chest, circling his nipples. It made his cock stiffen more. His hands moved over his belly then, Frederic licked his lips and worked the oil into his shaft. "I wish I could suck it," he whispered, "but Stanton would kill me. You're supposed to be hard."
"Oh, I'm hard." Anton blushed.
Frederic was still working his balls, moving his cock back and forth and seeming to enjoy the show. With a sigh, he moved down his legs then around back. He clutched his ass cheeks, massaged some more oil in there then spread his cheeks.
"What are you doing?" Anton protested.
"Oiling your hole, your love canyon, your…"
"Okay, okay, enough," Anton squirmed as Frederic's finger pushed the oil in deeper.
"Just your back to do. There," he said. "Okay," he went back to the bag, "cock ring, nipple clamps. Butt plug."
"What?" Anton gasped.
"They won't hurt. They just increase the sexual pressure and make the guys horny. Relax," he said, coming over with the clamps. "Okay, I have to pinch them, get them stiff. Puff your chest out. I don't want to rub off the oil. I'll just grab the nipple."
"Ouch," Anton said, watching as Frederic stiffened his left nipple, then clamped it.
"Now the right one," he said. "God, Anton, I could fuck you right here. You are so sweet."
"Ouch, God damn it," Anton shouted, as he pinched the second nipple in the clamp.
"See how sexy that is. The clamps are joined by that chain. Now, I'm going to attach it to this cock ring here and…"
Before Anton could protest, the cock ring was attached to the nipple clamp chain and slipped up onto his fully erect cock.
"I have to adjust it a little so it pulls on your tits deliciously, but not to cause too much pain. There," he said, tugging on it, "perfect."
Anton's only response was a moan.
"Now, the butt plug," he said. He moved around to the back of him. "Spread your legs. Oh baby, I'd love to be your slave. Yum. Okay," he pulled open his ass cheeks and began to wiggle an object between them. "It's well oiled. It will stretch you a little, get you ready."