As gentle as he was, Alden was a werewolf just like the rest, and Blue still just a toy. After giving Garlan a quick chastisement for hurting the young male, Alden was inside Blue again, on top of him this time, fucking Blue like a human instead of a dog. Blue grunted with each thrust, any amount of enjoyment he had previously received from Alden's movements gone and was replaced with a dull ache in his testicles and a steady nausea that wasn't helped by the werewolf's pounding. It didn't take long for Alden to reach his climax, so Blue just lay there, hands at his sides while Alden came and that<i>thing</i>, that feeling that had filled him when Lofgren came inside of him returned. This one was smaller, however, and the time it took to go away was brief. Blue still didn't understand what that strange bulge was, but as both Lofgren and Alden seemed to have it, it must have been a unique trait that all male werewolves shared. One of these days he would ask someone what it was. One of the wolves would be willing to give him an answer, right? Perhaps Alden. He seemed decent enough for a rapist.<br/><br/>After Alden had climbed off of him, Blue made to turn over and stand, but a different wolf pushed him back down and lay claim to his body, immediately filling the hole that Alden had left vacant. Blue whined in response but he did not move, allowing the male to finish quickly. After him, another. And then another. And then another. Down the queue of waiting, panting men until even the runt of the pack received his chance. He preferred it when Blue was on all fours and so flipped the limp human over with long, lean arms that rippled with corded muscle.<i>How can someone so small be so strong?</i>Blue thought wearily, his face a blank, tear-stained mask as the runt, the lowest member of the pack, bucked into Blue's backside again and again. Eventually, he came as well, and when he exited Blue's numb orifice he pulled away almost a dozen different streams of werewolf semen along with him.<br/><br/>Finally, only Garlan was left, but Blue shook his head in response to the male's approach. "Fuck you," he whispered, ready to summon every last ounce of strength he had to beat Garlan off of him if necessary. Alden, it seemed, had other plans for Blue, and he quickly scooped the human up off of the ground before Garlan could satisfy his quaking lust. The two bickered with one another, but Blue didn't have the energy to follow much of the conversation. All he cared about was keeping Garlan away, and it seemed that Alden had a similar plan, even if it was more to punish Garlan than it was to accommodate Blue's loathing of the bald werewolf.<br/><br/>He followed Alden silently to the water. His asshole was so sore, so stretched out after so many back-to-back partners that no matter how many times he tried to clench to keep the fluid from gushing down his thigh, it all came out in one thick, sticky flow. Blue was grateful for the water and its cleansing ability. Although his insides were still coated with the expulsions of multiple men, at least the outside of his body felt somewhat clean. Alden helped to wash the blood, tears and dirt off of his face, and gingerly attended to Blue's sickly shoulder. By the time they were finished, Blue felt as if he were on the edge of collapsing, so he leaned on Alden heavily as the wolf led him back to the cabin, the same one Lofgren had taken him to after his abduction.<br/><br/>"I can't . . . I can't go in there," Blue protested weakly, trying to turn away from the door but he was like a wobbly child in Alden's hands, and all he had to do was grip Blue and direct him forward to get him to comply. "Lofgren said I wasn't allowed. I'll get in trouble, please . . . " The thought of Lofgren finding Blue in the cabin after clearly stating that Blue had lost his privileges set his body aflame with fear. He didn't know what Lofgren would do to punish him for so flagrantly defying him, and Blue didn't want to find out. But Alden was intent on getting Blue inside, and the young human was too tired to fight back.<br/><br/>Alden sat Blue at the table and put a few different food items in front of him, all of which Blue inhaled immediately, including the sugar cane. It was the first bit of food that Blue had eaten in almost thirty-six hours, as Blue hadn't bothered with any food the morning he had gotten into that fight with his parents. Anything and everything tasted good to him just then. When he had finished, Blue slowly made his way to the bed, where he was able to sit up just long enough for Alden to look at his shoulder. Blue yawned and lay down as Alden started rummaging, his eyes feeling incredibly heavy the moment his head hit the pillow.<br/><br/>"Thank you," he said softy, his body melting into the hard mattress. "You're not so bad." Blue blinked a few more times before closing his eyes for good, still mumbling to Alden as he began to drift off into a dreamless slumber.<br/><br/>"Wake me up soon," he said, his words slurring together as he spoke. "Can't be here. Just rest for a minute. Just a minute."