Lustful Temptations (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Four ~ Baithazar

Lustful Temptations (Chapter Four):

            I was confused. He ran out of the room and I instantly felt a pang of pain shoot through me. The emotion forced me to think about what he said. He was my mate. I then thought about how when he kissed me I didn’t react and remember what a slap in the face that was. I was remorseful. I didn’t mean to hurt him. I wasn’t me.

            I was then confused about the fact that my mate is a male? I thought I was straight. I am wondering about what is happening to me. I am straight. I love women. What changed?

            The memories about when I was locked in the basement came rushing back. I was mortified at what I saw. I was starved, forced to crap on myself, forced to sleep on my own waste. I growled at the thought of my torture. I imagined myself killing the bastard and then a vision flashed into my eyes.

            I looked around for the Alpha and spotted him trying to sneak off. I used my powerful legs to chase him. When he saw my approach his eyes widened and he took off running into the woods. He was a coward. He couldn’t face me like the other members could. They were honorable, but this wolf was dishonorable. He did not deserve to be Alpha. Alphas were known to desperately protect his people, but this one was abandoning them. It infuriated me more and I pounced onto him like a large cat, which is what a leopard is.

            He pulled a dagger from somewhere and started swinging it around. I was fast enough to avoid it many times, but he was able to cut me a few times. I continued my attack upon him as well. My tenth were itching to tear him limb from limb. I was able to knock his dagger from his grasp and he desperately tried to retrieve it again. I allowed the full weight of my leopard body fall on him and he was pinned to the ground. He struggled, trying to escape, but I was too heavy. I opened my mouth and started to tear him apart. Little by little I tore his screaming body apart.

            I growled as I came out of the vision. I was satisfied at the thought of that bastard being torn apart until he didn’t have anything that was recognizable as him. He deserved every torment he felt.

            I then thought about the fact the point-of-view that I had been experiencing was that guy’s, my…mate. I was so reluctant to say the word because he was…a guy and I’m straight…right? I shook my head. Of course I’m straight. There is no way that I could EVER be attracted to a guy. It’s preposterous, impossible, and ridiculous! The thought was absolutely horrendous…or was it, my wolf whispered, is it truly, because I find him absolutely delicious the way he taunted us while desperately trying to please us.

            ‘Shut up! I am NOT attracted to a…a MALE! It’s a preposterous idea!’ I thought to my wolf.

            ‘No it is not!’ He screamed at me. ‘While the body may be male, the leopard in inside his soul is female.’ I thought about the wolf’s words. Inside that male body is a female? It doesn’t make sense. Why is a female leopard in the body of my male? ‘Because HIS soul is who you are attached to, while I am attached to the female leopard inside.’ He said with a smirk.

            “Don’t rub it in.” I said. I didn’t get a reply except for a small chuckle as the feeling of my wolf receded to the back of my mind. I was left alone to my own thoughts, undisturbed. I kept thinking about what happened a few moments ago with his supposed mate.

            The thoughts of how good it felt to be in his mouth arose in my mind, the way he took so much pleasure trying to finish me off, his head bobbing up and down my hard aroused length. I moaned at the vivid memory and the sound of my own pleasure snapped me out of my own thoughts. “I can’t believe that the little shit has got me moaning like some priss.”

            I stood up and stretched my sore muscles. “Sir,” a voice said behind me. I jumped around ready for a fight. My body may not be physically fit, but I would fight until the end. When I turn around and see a leopard that is less dominant to me I relax and reply.

            “What?” He seemed to cower away from me.

            “Um…Gaelan told me to come in here and help you with anything you need. Is there anything you need, food, clothes, another shower, or a phone?” The leopard blushed when he said clothes and looked away. He looked like the kind of guy a chick would call adorable or cute.

            “Sure. Can I get some clothes and food? I’m starving.”

            “Right this way sir.” He turned and led me out, nude. I had no clothes in this place, but I was proud of my size. My body may be smaller than demeaning, but my…tool’s size is extraordinary. I stood proud as I walked with my privates hanging between my legs.

            The leopard eventually stopped at a door and turned to me, blushing at the sight of my nude form. “This is Gaelan’s personal dining quarters. He wanted you to eat here. There are clothes in there for you to change into. I hope they are your size and style. Please enjoy.” The leopard opened the door and the smell of gourmet style food instantly hit my sensitive nose, my mouth watered at the smell and thought of eating such delicious food.

            I seemingly floated into the room and looked around. The large brown table had all my favorite foods, steak with a generous amount of Bar-B-Que sauce, mashed potatoes, white wine (Moscato), fried chicken, steamed vegetables (sweet corn, broccoli, carrots, and  cauliflower), and so much more. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I think I almost cried from seeing real food for the first time in so lone.

            My memory flashed back to when I was being fed the leftovers from the pack. My eyes went red with anger and I could feel my wolf rising to the top. “Sir?” the leopard’s voice from before called out to me, and I turned to look at him, my eyes slowly draining the red that represented my strong anger.

            “What?” I growled back at him. My anger was still present.

            “Don’t you want to put on the clothes?” I took his words in consideration and nodded. I looked around for the clothes that were supposedly attuned to my taste and style. I spotted them next to the fine china and the only spot available for someone to sit. All of the other places were occupied by plates of food.

            I walked over to the seat, the anger slowly draining from my system, and picked up the boxer-briefs, they were pure black and seemed to be my size. I put them on and instantly I had an issue. They were too tight. The damn things were squishing my pride (if you know what I mean).

            “These damn things are too tight.” The leopard came over and blushed.

            “Can I help you with it?” I nodded and he reached inside the tight fabric. I almost objected, but soon my “pride” was in a loose place. The leopard took his hand away and looked down.

            “Is that better?” He asked hesitantly.

            “Yeah, what did you do?” He blushed.

            “There’s a slot where the penis is supposed to go.” I swear he looked like a tomato as he refused to look at me.

            “Is there anything else that needs to be done?” I asked. He shook his head and left. Finally I was alone. I put on the rest of the clothes and had to admit that they were my style, black and white intricate patterns.

            I sat down and inhaled the scents of the perfect food. I picked up my fork and spoon and thought, “Where do I begin.”