It's been two weeks since the experience, as Isaac was referring it to, and every night Isaac found himself in either Scott's, Boyd's, or Jackson's bed. Isaac sighed as he sat in class, squirming slightly in his seat as he did so. The previous night, the 16 year old had been fucked relentlessly by just about every hot guy he could think of at the school. Scott, Jackson, and Boyd had all used his ass as their own personal pussy, and they seemed to have no regrets doing it. Even now, the day after, Isaac could feel some of their seed sliding out of his ass and into the pink panties that Jackson had told him to wear. Or suffer the consequences. Lord knows Isaac didn't want to know what those were.
He looked down at his pocket as he felt a vibration, his phone having got a text message. Part of him felt dread, wondering if it was one of the guys wanting him for a booty call. However, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw Derek's name flashing on the phone. Derek had given him the bite about a week before, and Isaac still was having trouble learning how to control his wolf side. He found himself getting frustrated more and more when the others used him, yet something always made him hold back. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was starting to get more and more annoying.
When Isaac opened the message, his face drained of color as he saw what Derek had texted.
The boys have told me what's been going on with you. After school, you are to come to my house immediately. It's time we reeducate you about things you'll REALLY need to know. ;-)
Isaac blushed at that. He thought Derek was hot, sure, but he didn't want to be treated like this anymore. He wanted to be respected, dammit! No matter what he had to do! He growled as he stood up, tears in his eyes, and told his teacher that he had to go to the bathroom. The teacher didn't even look away from the board, just giving him a nod in acknowledgment. As Isaac stomped his way to the bathroom, he took a deep breath as he looked at himself in the mirror.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Isaac thought as he looked at himself. I'm a fucking werewolf now! I can defend myself! And yet I still submit? Why?! He yelled at himself. He heard the bathroom door bang open, and he jumped as he whirled around. His eyes widened as he saw Jackson standing there, a smug grin on his face as he took in the tears in Isaac's eyes. "Aw, what's wrong baby?" He said teasingly, coming forward and wrapping his arms around Isaac's waist.
"I'm not your baby!" Isaac yelled, squirming out of Jackson's hold. Jackson's face flashed with anger, before a sickly charming look came over it.
"Not yet, but after tonight you will be." And he left right after saying that.
Isaac stood there, looking at the place that Jackson had just been a few minutes ago. What the fuck had just happened? And what did he mean? Isaac gulped as he wonered what tonight would bring him, and he hoped more then anything that it wouldn't wound his pride. Or what was left of it anyways.
A few hours later, and Isaac was at the Hale's mansion. He was straining his ears for any sign of life, but he didn't hear a single thing in the house. "Derek?" He called as he opened the door and walked cautiously in, wondering what was going on. And he was shocked when suddenly lights came on. And he couldn't help but gape.
The Hale's mansion had been completely repaired, and now looked incredibly beautiful. Paintings of landscapes and fruit hung on the walls, while a beautiful red wine color couch was in the middle of the room. A huge plasma TV hanged on the wall in front of the couch, and two love seats were on either side of the couch. The walls were a brown color, giving it a pretty homey feel for the first time that Isaac has stepped into the house.
"What the hell..." He said as he walked through the house, finding every room equipped with state of the art stuff. How the hell did Derek afford all this?
"Aw, there you are baby!" Isaac yelped as hands come out of no where behind him, pulling him into one of the many rooms and letting him see who all was in the house. Jackson and Derek were there, grinning at Isaac with grins that told him they were up to no good.
"What do you want, Derek?" Isaac asked, keeping his eyes closely on the two in fear that they were going to harm him in some way.
"Like what I texted you. Me and Jackson are going to reducate you." He said, a grin on his face. "As in, show you the ropes of being a Pack's bitch."
Isaac looked at them, wide eyed.
"W-what? Wait!" He yelled as they both grabbed one of his arms, and started moving him towards what looked to be a giant walk in closet. There was only one thing that was off.
All of the clothes in there was the most femine of colors, and Isaac was pretty sure he even saw a few female items of clothing.