Initiation

Chapter Three



"Leave me alone!" he shouted, not that they would listen to his pleas, but he knew at least he could defy them. "LET ME GO!!"



The short one was following that lycan which carried him, the nauseating smirk still present.



"We're just taking you to be initiated, little brother," he said as he followed. "Perhaps we wouldn't have to be so mean if you had just shut up and played along."



The breath was knocked out of Singe when the lycan who carried him forcefully dumped him on the cold stone floor. The short, scruffy one went to hold his arms down while the other lycan tore his shirt in two and raked a set of claws over his chest, drawing blood. Singe was crying now, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. His trousers were torn from him as well, and the shredded rags were thrown into a corner. Those had been his only clothes.



The newly turned Austrian closed his eyes in resignation when he heard the lycan before him unbuckling his belt.



Just let it happen, he told himself. Go and hide inside yourself. Lord knows, it was all he could do now.



He could not even transform and defend himself. He was not old enough, or powerful enough. All he could do was let the bigger man get the mess over and done with. He still winced and held back a sob however, when he felt his bare legs roughly being spread.



A whole group of lycans had gathered inside the small storage room to watch the rape. None came to Singe's aid; they all just stood by and watched. Some were laughing and making lewd comments and gestures. The Austrian cried out from the pain when he was entered without lubrication or preparation. It felt like being torn in two. Not exactly as he'd pictured his first time to be.



"Oh, come on, little pansy!" the big lycan mocked him. "Aren't you even man enough to watch?"



Another lycan, skinnier, but very tall, began to remove his trousers as well.



"He just needs something to pass the time. I'll help him with that." The skinny one, trousers down, stroked himself until he had gotten his own phallus hard. He then fell to his knees above Singe's head and proceeded to wave his cock in the man's face.



"Come on, take it!" the thin lycan said, rubbing the foul thing in Singe's face. Pre-ejaculate was already leaving a sticky trail. "You stupid bugger. Have some of that, won't ya?"



The scientist clenched his teeth together as hard as he could; they could hold him down and rape him, but he would not cooperate! This did not suit the skinny one. He pulled out a knife and held the blade against Singe's cheek. The metal glinted in Singe’s eye in the weak lamplight.



"Open up, or I'll cut your eyes out. And don't even think about biting me, or I’ll pull every tooth out of that queer mouth!"



Singe did not doubt the threats and chose the better of the two options, letting his jaw fall open. His mouth was instantly invaded by the lycan's thick, reeking organ, which threatened Singe’s gag reflex. Yet he resisted the urge to vomit, as he was certain he would be punished for it. His fingernails scraped against the dirt and he struggled to hold back his urge to throw up as the lycan's relentless cock was thrust hard and deep into his throat.



While the man between his legs eventually ejaculated, spilling into Singe and onto the ground, another one behind the brute was ready to take his place. Another standing at the side, already naked and waiting for his turn, began to urinate on the scientist. Ejaculate gushed into Singe's throat and he began to choke, coughing and sputtering as the dick was pulled away. He finished gagging on the semen, but soon found himself screaming as the new lycan between his thighs unleashed a set of fangs and sank his pointed teeth into the Austrian's thigh.



He was now convinced that they were going to kill him. He would die from blood loss, if nothing else. At present time Singe almost wished death would come. How could he ever live on after something like this? How could he even face Lucian? The thought of his Sire's kind eyes and gentle voice grieved him like nothing else. Would Lucian even want to look at him after this...?



Singe let his body go limp as he was continuously assaulted by numerous lycans. Several times he was harshly turned over with the gentility of handling meat to be butchered, and most of the time the viciousness of the attacks caused too much pain for Singe to stay quiet. Of course a few of the lycans had transformed into their wolf forms, and indeed the entry of their penises felt far larger and longer, though at this point all pain Singe felt was nearly the same level of horrible agony he was in doubt of surviving. Some of the men were fond of pulling hair, while others preferred to hold him by the neck with their dangerously sharp teeth. He was surprised his aggressors only silenced his screams of pain by covering his mouth and not slitting his throat.



He was completely covered in semen, urine, and his own blood by the time the last rapist pulled out. Singe expected a killing blow, but none came. Instead the pack left the room, slamming the door shut with crude barks of laughter.



The moment he knew he was finally alone, the broken scientist curled up in a ball, lying in a pool of his own blood and his rapists' vile juices. He hardly even had the strength to pick himself up, to weep at his injuries and humiliation. He probably could not open the door, and even then, would the others realize he still had some energy left for them to chance a second round?



Singe blacked out and when he awoke, he had no idea how long he had been unconscious. But he was still in the same spot as before, still in hell. Even as a lycan, he had no one, nothing to comfort him.



Nothing.



Then he saw it. Something glittered on the ground in the dim overhead light. It was smooth, metallic, and flat. He slowly reached for it and lifted, discovering it was just what he hoped it would be. The rusty piece of metal was sharp at the edges and surely sharp enough to pierce through skin and tissue.



Singe brought the piece to his left wrist, pressed and dragged... Blood immediately welled up from the long, jagged cut, and the metal piece fell from his hand. He let his body go limp again, and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable to happen.



To be continued...