Cherie growled, “How the hell are you not aroused yet?” He huffed, sitting down, annoyed.

Wolf raised an eyebrow at him before his expression darkened. “You seriously are playing with fire, kid. I’m so close to fucking you up.” He stood up, glaring down at Cherie. “I don’t care how old you are or the fact that you’re human, but I’m still older so that means I naturally have more control over you.” His voice was harsh and dark, holding an air of dominant authority. This was beginning to thrill Cherie. This was what he wanted. Perhaps that was the route he needed to take. All he had to do was act like a brat and then get Wolf to blow up on him. Was it the best choice? No, not really, but it definitely was a choice and it definitely was going to work.

“You don’t have control over me,” Cherie said, scoffing, standing up. He winced. His elbows and knees were definitely fucked up from that fall. He puffed out his chest and lifted his chin up in defiance, sneering, “Why do you think you can control me?”

There. Wolf’s silver eyes went dark with flaring rage, lips curling into a subtle snarl. Wolf’s hands were curling and uncurling as he radiated ire. Wolf looked away, probably to calm himself down, but Cherie didn’t give him that chance—he didn’t want him to have that chance.

Cherie strode in front of Wolf and grabbed his hair, tugging him forward so they were eye to eye. He saw Wolf’s moon silver eyes widen with shock and bewilderment with Cherie’s action, but it gave way to outrage instead.

“Aww, is someone mad?” Cherie taunted him. “Why are you mad? Is it because you’re impotent? You can’t get that cock of yours up? Is that it? Aww, how sad. The big bad wolf has a limp dick.” He giggled. He pressed his forehead against Wolf, relishing that white rage in Wolf’s eyes. “Whatcha gonna do, Mister Wolf? Gonna spank me? Gonna choke me?” He ridiculed him, trying to get some sort of action from the wolf-man. “C’mon, big guy. Are you gonna huff and puff and blow me down?” He pressed his lips against Wolf’s ear and purred in a rasping tone, “Am I pushing your buttons, Mister Wolf?”

When Cherie stepped back to observe Wolf’s face, he noticed that there was a dark look covering his features, lips bared into a snarl. Clearly it didn’t take long to anger him. He saw Wolf’s silver eyes narrowed to slits, his hand bunching up Cherie’s collar roughly. He pulled him close, snarling, spittle hitting Cherie’s face. Wolf’s mouth opened, revealing his sharp canines and glistening teeth and Cherie thought for a brief moment that Wolf was going to bite his face right off.

Wolf didn’t do that. He instead roared, “YOU BRAT!” He dragged Cherie with him, pulling him deeper into the forest. Though Cherie wanted to pull away from Wolf, he found out soon enough that he couldn’t. The wolf-man was far too strong with his iron grip on Cherie’s collar, practically dragging Cherie with him. Cherie couldn’t find his footing, constantly tripping over the small rocks and branches as Wolf dragged him. He was curious what Wolf was going to do. Was he going to take him to his den? Was he going to take him to his pack? Was he going to kill him? Fuck him? Punish him? All these thoughts were fleeting, running through his head rapidly as he let Wolf drag him.

They came to a stop in front of a small cottage. Cherie stared at the cottage.

“What?” Cherie said, baffled. It was a small cottage with a rather large deck. Inside, it was dark besides the light outside of the cottage that was flickering. Cherie looked at Wolf, about to ask him who’s place this was, but Wolf picked Cherie up—quite literally picked him up—and threw him over his shoulder, entering the cottage.

Wolf closed the door behind him and he set Cherie down roughly on the ground. Cherie, disorientated, stared at Wolf, wondering what the wolf-man was doing and what he had in mind. He watched Wolf go to the fireplace and snatch the fireplace poker that was there. He grabbed Cherie’s wrist and threw him over the arm of a worn-down couch.

It took a moment for Cherie to realize what Wolf was going to do and he stammered, “H-hey! Wait a minute! The fuck you doing? I asked for a fucking not-not-not this!”

Wolf pressed the fireplace poker against Cherie’s spine, growling, “Is that so? To be completely honest with you, it felt like you were, in fact, asking for this. After all, you’re just a brat. An annoying one at that.” He dragged the fireplace poker down Cherie’s spine before tapping it against Cherie’s ass. “Aren’t you a masochist, little boy? I’m sure this wouldn’t hurt.”

Before Cherie could protest, Wolf swung the fireplace poker hard across his ass. Pain seared itself throughout Cherie’s body and he spasmed, kicking, gasping. He felt his face flood a horrible red in embarrassment and mortified delight as he clapped his hand over his mouth to muffle his yelp. Wolf struck the fireplace poker again, and Cherie jerked against the couch’s arm, a muffled whimper threatening to break free from his lips. His heart was thundering in his chest, his breathing heavy and uneven as he shifted. His ass was already stinging just from those two swings—he had no clue how many more swings Wolf had in mind. He braced himself, waiting for Wolf to strike him again, but rather than feeling the heavy iron against his ass, he felt Wolf’s hand slipping between his legs to cup his growing erection.

“Masochist,” Wolf reiterated, squeezing Cherie’s erection, causing his hips to buck hard into Wolf’s hand. “Who gets off on shit like this.” He thumbed the head of Cherie’s throbbing member, feeling the growing wetness building. “Pathetic.”

Cherie’s face was on fire, his head buzzing with conflicting emotions, his ears hot. He struggled to still his hips from rocking against Wolf’s hand, but feeling the heat of Wolf’s hand against his thin pants felt incredible.

Wolf was undoing Cherie’s pants now, and Cherie let out a whoosh of shaky breath. He felt Wolf’s hand cupping his burning ass, and he shifted his hips outward, begging for more of Wolf’s touch. Wolf removed his hand and Cherie grumbled. A mistake. Wolf swung the fireplace poker against his ass again and he was unable to silence his high pitched squeal, legs kicking out, hands scrabbling to find purchase on the couch.

This swing stung more—probably because he no longer had his pants on. His underpants did very little to soften the blow and he felt tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

“Patience,” growled Wolf, tapping the fireplace poker against the back of Cherie’s thighs. “That’s your issue, kid. You rush things. I prefer things to be…slow. After all,” he breathed against Cherie’s ear, “that’s how you catch a prey.” A shudder ran down Cherie’s spine when Wolf spoke against his ear. His member was pulsating in his underpants, desperate for release. Wolf struck the back of Cherie’s thighs hard, and Cherie screeched, kicking and protesting.

“What the fuck?!” Cherie yelled at Wolf. “Why did you do that?!” He tried pushing himself off the couch’s arm, but Wolf pinned him there with his hand.

“Because you were humping my couch.” Wolf said in a repulsed tone. “Don’t fucking do that.”

“I was not—” Cherie retorted hotly, but was immediately silenced when the fireplace poker struck him squarely on his ass. He bit his lower lip to muffle his pained cry, eyes squeezed shut. He could tell that Wolf was amused; could practically sense that Wolf was smiling. He didn’t mind it. In fact, he loved it. Sure, it was humiliating getting his ass beaten by Wolf, but the power Wolf had over him was paradisiacal. More so, he wanted Wolf to strike him more, if not even harder, to get him to yell out, to get his voice to break on the verge of a sob. He squirmed over the couch’s arm, which did trigger Wolf to strike him. That time, he was unable to muffle his cry—a half-moan, half-whimper.

“You liked that, didn’t you? You really are getting off of this.” Wolf chuckled. He ran his hand over Cherie’s stinging ass, his nails digging into the soft flesh. “What should I do next, kid?” He leaned down to nip at Cherie’s ear. “Be honest and be clear with your response or we’re having another round with this poker.”

Cherie swallowed hard, trying to ignore the throb in his ass and dick. He exhaled sharply before saying shakily, “I…want you, Wolf, to…fuck me. Please.”

Wolf’s laugh was loud. “Desperate, are we? Now you’re begging me please. Well, if that’s what you so desperately want, I need you to explain word for word what you want me to do to you.”