I Am His Toy (BoyxBoy)~slow updates

Chapter One

This is my first story so please be gentle. I would like feedback, please no flamers and yes this is a MalexMale story, somewhat. It will move from first person to third. It has been edited but it is not perfect. This is a work of fiction and a werewolf and elf pairing. It involves many kinks and is not intended for underaged reading. Please enjoy.

I Am His Toy

My story does not start off with sparkles and butterflies like everyone else’s. I was bred to be the pet of..my Master. He is the only reason I live. My master is the holder of my life but also my Alpha..I am but his toy. If and when he gets tired of me..I will be freed..at least I hope so.

The days started normally, not even ten feet away loud moans greeted him, from the couple that were atop the blue and black satin sheets.. From the way the female moved, the light sheen of sweat running down her palm skin, to the way her fingers curled into the covers ; he knew they had been doing this for awhile. The female tossed her head back in pleasure, a moan leaving her soft pink lips as her brown eyes hit his soft blue ones she was sure to make a show of it.

She threw her body back more into his thrusts to the make, his hand wrapped along the base of his neck to study her. Her body as curveous as it was youthful seemed to fit quite well in with the other. Creamy brown hair ran along her body as she yelped in pleasure , her slim form arched then  as her partner thrusted harder in her then, before stopping , a deep groan running from his handsome mouth. Finished, he pulled out from her his large length hung between his muscled legs.

Most would call him a stud, the beautifully sun kissed skin tight with muscles but not overly so. His wash board abs, his broad chest , that held back tribal ink that extended to his right forearm , a mark of his clan. If it was not for his chin chiseled by the heavens, or those striking grey eyes, he was not sure what part he fell for most. His heart skipped a beat as he watched the other flop to the bed . Lazily, a sheet was pulled up to cover his length as he watched the trembling woman curl to his side. Pulling from the night stand drawer, he tapped his cigarettes on the side a few times before pulling one out and lighting it. Taking a single drag, he releashed the smoke as it circled around him.

By this time..my lips were dry as I ran my tongue over them. This man was not only..my master. He was is..Alpha. I flinched as his eyes scanned the room from his partner to myself, my body instantly shivering in fear. A grin broke out over his face as I knew I was safe for now. His elegant hand raised to beckoned me over, and I had to go to him. My chain traveled behind me gently on the plush black carpet. It was my master’s favorite color, but the patch under my bed was a soft green, like my collar. The tag , golden with as follows

:  Name:  Timothy Andrew

   Owner: Dominick Williams

   Cell #: 854-968-2356

On Timothy’s right arm was the same crest as his master. As he approached his master’s side, Dominick’s hand shot out capturing his right hand, kissing the brand on the back of his slender hand. It held the letters DW written in a fancy script. From the way he administered it, it had not hurt too badly or swollen horribly. It was his mark of forever being his. The pack knew of him being his, no one tried to touch him, or act meanly to him. He had made an example of the angry females that tried last time, exhaling them from the pack.

A tremble ran through his body as he removed his lips from the brand trailing kisses up his arm which made his flesh crawl. Excitement burned his skin as he wondered what he would do. He was small for a male, only 4’11 and weighed about ninety pounds. Very petite. His hair was the color of the trees  running in curls to the small of his back. Eyes the color of the sky stared to his master in fear of what he would do.  His ears were curved and stuck out a little on the sides of his head. He was an elf, a smaller race to all of the werewolves that lived in this place. The larger man that easily towered over him even while sitting was 6’5 and easily was tripled his weight in solid muscle.