Part of the pack

by Cockatrice   

Colin managed to date the perfect boyfriend and has been invited to visit his date’s frat. A secret and an offer await.

Colin enjoyed the quiet as he walked through the neighborhood of his date’s frat. He and Zev had been dating for weeks now, but this was the first time that Colin went to Zev’s place.

It wasn’t unusual for a frat to have a little stand-alone house somewhere, but it wasn’t exactly common either, especially when it was this far away not only from any campus, but also from the nearest clubs and bars—not a place where you’d find the stereotypical frat boys hanging out.

In addition to the quiet, the neighborhood was nice and clean. Colin was sure he would have been able to enjoy it even more during the day, but it was autumn and 7 pm, so it was already dark.

He was almost there. The address had to be right around the corner.

There it was. It was large, much larger than Colin would have expected a frat house to be. There must have been rich roots somewhere. And yet, the house looked plain, as if trying to disappear from view—nothing opulent, nothing that screamed expensive if it weren’t for the size. In fact, there was barely a garden to speak of, only a large lawn surrounding the two-storied building. Maybe there was more behind it.

Someone was standing next to the entry door. Colin got closer to confirm who it was.

He was right, it was Zev waiting for him. He had told him he’d meet Colin at the entrance.

As Colin approached, he thought he had seen Zev glance at him, but if so, he made no motion. He might not have recognized him in the dark.

As Colin was ascending the stairs, it was as if he was walking on clouds. Colin thought that Zev was way out of his league, a man one only knows from magazines: With his sculpted face and chiseled body, one might call him an Adonis if they were more poetically inclined than Colin was. And if he was rich too… Colin felt guilty for thinking about it and pushed the thought away. The reason he was dating Zev was that he made him feel good. A smile from Zev never failed to make Colin smile as well.

Still, a perfect body and a full bank account never hurt. Truth be told, it was almost too good to be true. The cynical side of Colin told him that this must have been a ruse. A trick. A cruel joke. But Colin brushed these thoughts away. There was nothing about their dates that made Colin feel that Zev wasn’t genuine, as if he was merely stringing Colin along.

As Colin was nearing the top of the stairs, Zev looked at him, but made no gesture. There was no greeting, not even a smile. Zev simply stared at him, as if Colin was a stranger.

This was awkward. Colin stopped when he was up the stairs to the patio. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Zev looked him up and down.

Colin was confused. Doubt crept up from the deepest corners of his mind, whispering a cruel ‘Told you so.’ He forced a smile. “I’m here now.”

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?”

Colin’s heart dropped. He didn’t know what to think, what to feel. He waited for two painful seconds, hoping for Zev to say that it was just a joke. Then at least Colin could be angry instead of only hurt. But when nothing came, Colin turned around, confused, mad, embarrassed, devastated, all at the same time.

He quickly made his way across the lawn to the street, his mind racing, when he heard Zev behind him.

“Wait, Colin!”

Colin ignored him and continued walking. A bit too late for that now.

“Colin! Colin.” The voice came closer and softened up. “Colin, please.”

Colin wheeled around to face Zev. “What was that?!” Then he glanced past Zev’s face to the door. Zev was still standing there, or at least someone who looked like Zev. “What—”

Zev turned his face to the door and smiled. “Don’t mind him. He can be a bit blunt sometimes.”

“Who is that?”

“That’s, uh, Boris.”

“Are you twins?”

A knowing smile on Zev’s face. “No.” Maybe he gets that question a lot.

Zev decided to ignore Colin’s questioning look. “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell him about you.”

“What is he doing there?”

Zev shrugged as if the answer was obvious. “Guarding the door.”

“What, are you having a VIP party in there?”

“Something like that.” Zev winked.

Colin’s mind was still in a bad headspace from a few moments before, but he pushed it aside and forced a joke. “Wow, and I’m invited?”

Zev smiled, but his face turned serious a few seconds later. “I can’t really tell you what’s inside. Do you trust me?”

“I mean… Depends on what it is. We’ve known each other for five weeks…”

Zev laughed. “I always enjoy your honesty. Fair. Don’t worry though, there’s nothing illegal or unethical going on in there.”

“Then I can assure you, no matter how strange you think what you’re doing in there is, someone else has beaten you to it already.”

“You say that now.” Zev smiled and extended a hand. An invite.

Colin hesitated but after looking at Zev’s smiling face, he accepted.

“This is the weirdest frat house I’ve ever seen.” Colin looked around as they walked.

Zev led him by the hand through a large hall. The ceiling was high, the hall was long. It reminded him of a palace more than a frat. The materials and objects were much more flashy than the outside of the house, the furniture a harmonic mixture between expensive classic aesthetic and modern designer interior. Whoever owned this house loved the luxury but didn’t want to draw attention.

At the end of the hallway was a large double door, music coming from behind it. A man stood next to it. From the distance he didn’t look unlike Zev.

“How many frat houses have you been to?” Zev teased.

“I mean, none,” Colin had to admit. “But, you know.” He gestured at the hall and everything. “You know!”

“I know. Our frat… president. He’s a man of many talents I guess.”

There was a short pause.

Colin kept his voice low so the man at the other end of the hall didn’t hear. “So where are we going?”

“The main room. Everyone’s waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me? Not going to lie, that sounds a bit ominous.”

“Don’t worry. I told you, nothing bad is going on.” Zev squeezed Colin’s hand. “And remember, you can always say no and leave whenever you want. You’re not a prisoner.”

“I know that was supposed to be calming,” Colin half-joked. “But somehow that made it worse.”

Another squeeze and a chuckle.

As they got closer to the man at the door, Colin’s suspicions were confirmed. The man looked exactly like Zev, and Boris.

“That him?” the man asked.

“Yep.” Zev gave Colin a warm smile.

“Well then, welcome Colin.”

“Hi,” was all Colin got out before the doors slowly swung open to reveal a large room behind.

The main room as Zev called it continued the trend of the hallway, expensive, yet tasteful interior decor, the furniture a blend between classic and modern.

Scattered around the room were various seating areas. Half-walls separated small alcoves at the sides of the room for those who liked a bit more privacy. The sides of the room were outfitted with long mirrors extending from floor to ceiling, making the room look bigger than it was.

What dominated the room was an elevated platform towards one end, with a circular shaped seating arrangement at the top. The way the room was structured reminded Colin of a throne room, just modern in every way.

While all of that was impressive, what made Colin almost drop his jaw was the fact that there were around two dozen men gathered around in this room, sitting, chatting, enjoying each other’s company, arms around each other, heads on shoulders. Some even had their head resting in someone else’s lap.

All of these men looked exactly like Zev. And all of their eyes were on Colin.

Just when Colin thought he was ready to continue, a man at the top of the platform called out to him. Even though he looked just like Zev, for some reason he emanated an aura of respect like none of the other men did.

“Welcome.” He gestured to the circular couch next to him. “Please, come over and take a seat.”

Colin gave Zev a quick glance, but he returned only a smile and a squeeze, leading Colin through the room and up the platform.

When they arrived, each of them took a seat, Colin and Zev opposite each other. The music and the furniture around the seating gave him a feeling of relative privacy despite all eyes being on Colin.

“I can see why Zev picked you.” The man gave Colin a closer look. “Those lips really are something else.”

When there was no answer from Colin, he continued. “I’m sorry. I’m Alpha by the way. I’m sure Zev has told you everything about me already.”

“He didn’t tell me anything.”

Alpha chuckled. “It was a joke. And a test, I guess, though I don’t think I need to test Delta anymore.”

“Delta?”

“That’s my name,” Zev said. “My actual name.”

“Zev was his name before he joined the pack. The frat,” Alpha clarified.

As Alpha continued, another man, another twin of Zev, brought three glasses to the three men, cocktails by the look of it. “We don’t use our old names anymore. Only when we go outside. Here, it is rude to refer to someone by their old name.” Alpha gestured to the glasses.

Colin hesitated and looked at Zev.

“Don’t worry,” Alpha said. “They’re not spiked. Pick whichever you like. We’ll take the other two.”

Colin grabbed a drink and held it in front of him, stirring it with the straw. “So, what’s your old name?”

Alpha smiled. “That’s not something I share easily. One day I’ll tell you, but not today.”

“Okay, fine.” Colin mentally shook his head clear. That wasn’t the important question anyway. “What do you want from me?”

“Nothing.” Alpha took a sip. “I’m offering an invitation.”

“To join your frat.”

“Yes.”

Colin tensed up. “What if I say no?”

Alpha shrugged, his face devoid of threat. “Nothing. You don’t have to accept.”

Colin looked over to Zev, whose smile had faded at the possibility of Colin saying no.

“I don’t know,” Colin replied. “This is a bit creepy.”

“Fair,” Alpha said. “I’m sorry about the secrecy, but it was necessary.”

“Okay, but can you answer me one question?”

“I was hoping I could answer more than that. The time for secrecy is over now.”

Colin looked around the room. “Why do you all look the same?”

Alpha smiled and took a sip.

“Let’s see if I get this right, now.” Colin gathered his thoughts.

It was a few days later. Colin needed to clear his head from his visit to the frat. Today he had invited Zev to his place to talk about what happened.

“You all share the same look,” Colin continued. “And you modify this body by absorbing parts of people’s bodies when they join the pack?”

“Yes,” Zev replied. “We call them skins by the way.”

“But not all parts come from other people? Like your lips? Because you haven’t absorbed anyone’s lips yet?”

“Yes.”

“But then wouldn’t that mean that each of you would have different lips?”

“No, we all have the same body. The lips are from Alpha’s original body, though I’m pretty sure that’s not the body he was born with either.”

“Why?”

“I think he’s much older than he lets on.” Zev looked down. “I don’t think we are his first pack.”

“What do you think happened to the others?”

“I have no idea, but our current pack was formed shortly after The Great War.”

“The Great War?” Colin counted in his head. “That was 60 years ago.”

“Yes.”

“You think his former packmates…”

Zev shrugged. “We don’t know. He never talks about his former life.”

There was a short moment of silence, before Colin broke it. “Why do you call it a pack anyway?”

“Because he’s our Alpha.” A hint of a smile returned to Zev’s face. “And we are the pack.”

“Like wolves?”

“Yes.”

Colin rolled his eyes. “That’s not how wolves behave. A wolf pack is composed of a breeding pair and their offspring. When a wolf grows old enough they leave their family to find another lone wolf and start their own pack. The whole idea of alphas is an artifact of humans putting together unrelated individuals in enclosures, which caused them to fight with each other.”

Zev simply smiled at Colin.

“What?”

“I just love it when you’re talking about a topic you’re passionate about.”

Now Colin had to smile too.

“Speaking of passionate…” Zev’s smile turned into a conspiratorial smirk.

“Yes?”

“Now that you know about the pack and its secret and all, I had an idea.”

“Oh?”

Zev gave Colin a wink. “I think you’ll like it.”

“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” Colin was lying on the bed with both Zev and his frat mate -packmate-, Valko, standing before it.

Sex with Zev always sounded like a dream. Getting in bed with a perfect body was not something Colin ever thought would happen to him before, and now two were standing right before him. It was almost too much.

Almost.

“You ever had a threesome before?” Valko asked.

Colin shook his head.

“Well…” was all Valko said as he gave Zev a mischievous grin, before both men joined Colin on the bed.

Zev seemed happy to nuzzle Colin’s neck and move a hand under his shirt, while Valko continued talking to Colin.

“You have anything specific you wanna try?”

“I dunno. I’m flexible.”

“Vers, huh?” Valko looked over to Zev and the two exchanged a look as if agreeing on something, before Zev continued his caressing. “I guess Zev already got the upper part, then I will take care of this.” Valko slid down the bed to Colin’s legs where he slowly started undoing Colin’s belt.

Meanwhile Zev began unbuttoning Colin’s shirt. Colin himself was a little bit lost. Both Zev and Valko were still clothed, but Colin was somewhat pinned down. He decided to rest a hand on Zev’s shoulder.

Valko pulled down Colin’s jeans and deposited them on the floor, then knelt right in front of Colin’s crotch to rub their bulges together as he pulled his shirt over his head. Colin threw back his head, which Zev used as an opportunity to remove Colin’s shirt and pull his own over.

By now Colin was naked save for his briefs, while the other two were still wearing their pants. Seeing Zev’s naked upper body in body-fitting jeans, twice, made Colin reach out to Zev’s bottom, starting to knead his cheeks.

Zev reacted by crawling on top of Colin’s chest, making out with Colin as the two groped each other.

Not to be left out of the action, Valko stopped his grinding and instead pulled down Colin’s boxers. Then he massaged Colin’s balls with his tongue and lips. Meanwhile he fumbled at his own pants.

Eventually Valko moved over to Colin’s dick, taking it into his mouth, slathering it in his own saliva.

Turned on by the attention in his nether regions, Colin decided to take initiative and flipped positions with Zev. He rested his chest on Zev’s and reached down to his pants. Meanwhile Valko returned to playing with Colin’s balls, though now his hands explored the ass cheeks.

When Zev’s pants and briefs were gone, Colin gently pulled up Zev’s legs. To his surprise, Zev was more flexible than he expected and held his legs up with his arms, raising his butt off the mattress a little, perfect for Colin to access his hole and start rimming. Zev handed him a bottle of lube and Colin started to get busy.

Valko took this as his cue and started moving his tongue to Colin’s asshole as well, causing all three men to moan in pleasure. Knowing what this meant, Colin handed Valko the bottle of lube when he was done preparing Zev’s hole.

After a couple minutes, Zev brushed over Colin’s neck to get his attention. “Now?”

“Sure.” Colin panted and propped himself up, letting Zev reposition himself on all fours in front of him, while Colin reached over to the headboard for a condom. Valko briefly let go to put on his own condom, but then put his hands back on Colin’s butt.

Colin positioned his throbbing cock in front of Zev’s wet asshole and then, taking all the time in the world, pushed in. Valko pressed his body against Colin’s back and Colin could feel Valko’s dick against his own crack.

Valko’s chin appeared on Colin’s shoulder. “Ready?”

“Mmh-mmh.” Colin nodded.

With that, Valko maneuvered Colin up a little bit to position his own crotch below him. “Careful.” He then guided him down on his own erect cock.

“Fuck,” Colin exclaimed from the dual pleasure of penetrating and being penetrated in turn. He settled on Valko’s crotch and let himself be filled with the pulsing meat. Meanwhile Zev started moving his hips to grind his ass on Colin’s crotch.

As time went on, their movements became faster, more energetic, until finally they reached climax and collapsed in an exhausted pile.

“It does sound a lot like an ultimatum,” Colin argued.

“I know,” Zev admitted. “But it’s not.”

The two men were sitting on the couch in Colin’s living room. In the few weeks since their threesome, there was some dating but no action, despite Colin’s willingness. It was Zev who deflected and brought up the topic of joining the frat time and time again, until Colin confronted him about it, which revealed that every member was allowed one sex date with an outsider. After that the relationship had to be broken up or the partner brought into the frat.

Colin softened his tone. “I understand that he -and the frat- means a lot to you, but he checks all the boxes of a cult leader.”

“He doesn’t.”

Colin took an exhausted breath to the side, gathering his thoughts.

But Zev continued. “Do you know what a cult is? What a cult leader does?”

Colin knew, but found it difficult to answer. It was one of those ‘I know it when I see it’ things.

Zev did not expect an answer and elaborated. “A cult is ultimately built around a promise. A cult leader has to promise the people something so they join the cult. There needs to be a binding deal. ‘Follow my rules and you will be rewarded.’ in any of its myriad variations.

“But it can’t be any promise,” Zev continued. “It needs to be an empty one, a promise that cannot be fulfilled, because, if the promise were to be fulfillable, then it would simply become a basic provision of services and no cult leader would be required, only someone to give you what they offer. An exchange, and that’s it.”

Zev looked at Colin. “But there is nothing Alpha promises. All he does is offer an invitation. And he wants nothing in return apart from following the rules to keep the pack safe from the outside world.”

“What if someone tried to leave?” Colin wanted to know.

“They can. Since I joined it has happened three times. We always parted on good terms. Some simply realized it wasn’t the life for them. They will be returned to their former self to resume their former life and they are asked to keep the pack a secret.”

“What happens if someone spills the beans? A former member, or possible new recruits like me?”

Zev shrugged. “Nobody would believe them.”

“I think twenty identical looking men would at least raise quite a few eyebrows.”

A hint of a smile formed on Zev’s face and faded just as quickly as his physical features seemed to shift and change until a few seconds later a different man was sitting on the couch next to Colin. Gone was the chiseled jaw-line and god-like body, the eyes in which you could get lost for hours. The man who Zev had become was far from ugly. He was average in almost every way, but exactly this mediocrity stood in stark contrast to the perfect man from a few seconds before.

Colin was near speechless. “Is that-”

Zev looked down. Even when he wasn’t smiling, there was always this sparkle in his eyes, the joy that being together with Colin brought him, the hopefulness that Colin might be joining the frat.

All of that was gone now. Zev looked uncomfortable, as if confronted with ghosts of the past.

“My former self, yes,” Zev completed Colin’s sentence.

Seconds passed as Colin was studying Zev’s features. This was the real Zev with all his imperfections.

“Which part…” Colin trailed off. He didn’t know how to phrase it.

“Was absorbed by the pack?” Zev put his hands in Colin’s. “My hands.”

And then Colin noticed it. These were exactly the same hands he had held so many times. The ones that held his when they went to the cinema. The ones that explored his body when the two got passionate. He saw it now, every pore, every wrinkle was exactly as he remembered it from Zev.

Colin looked Zev into the eyes, causing him to look up as well. “You are beautiful.”

Zev’s smile did not reappear. He simply shifted back into the Zev Colin was familiar with. “That’s not me anymore.”

Colin felt sad for Zev. “You don’t need to hide who you are.”

“I am not,” Zev countered. “I am currently being who I am.”

“But that’s not the real you.”

Zev looked Colin in the eyes. There was no anger in his voice, only softness, as if reassuring Colin instead of the other way around. “No one other than ourselves decides who we are.”

“Not even Alpha?”

“Not even Alpha,” Zev confirmed. “Alpha never told me who I had to be. Alpha offered and I chose.”

“Then why the rule?” Colin persisted. “If I keep the secret and no one is going to believe me anyway, what’s the harm in keeping a relationship?”

“The secrecy is so we don’t draw attention,” Zev explained. “Even if we never get fully exposed, scrutiny means we wouldn’t be able to live the life we wanted and needed to be more careful. Long term outside relationships are forbidden to keep the amount of loose ends to a minimum.”

“Is that what Alpha says?”

“It’s what I say.”

“But he made the rule.”

“I made the rule,” Zev clarified. “And Alpha adopted it.”

“So it’s a very recent rule then?”

“No.”

“But you said the frat has existed for 60 years?”

“Yes.”

The truth Zev was hinting at was very slowly dawning on Colin.

“We are named in order, following the Greek alphabet,” Zev explained. “My name is Delta.”

“You’re the fourth member?!”

“Yes.” Zev clearly enjoyed this slow approach to revealing the truth.

Colin’s voice quieted down as if someone could be listening. “How old are you?”

“I was 16 when the Great War ended,” Zev recalled. “I met Alpha 6 years later. I turned 82 in August.”

Now Colin was truly speechless.

“Colin, I want you to listen carefully,” Zev began. “I was orphaned during the war when I was 6. I barely have any memories of my parents. I spent my childhood in an orphanage, during wartime. There was no opportunity for me to get a good education. Everyone expected me to be drafted once I turned 16 anyway. And probably die on the battlefield.”

“Zev-” Colin tried to say, but Zev gently placed a finger on Colin’s lips.

“And then the war ended. When I left the orphanage I had nothing. No belongings, no family, no home, no education. It was a different time back then. There was no social net, half the city lay in ruins. I spent almost 6 years moving rubble.”

A meaningful pause. “Until I met Alpha. He offered me a new life, a home. I did not accept right away. It took months of deliberation. He was very patient and explained in detail what everything meant. Eventually I accepted and never looked back.”

The hopefulness in Zev’s eyes returned. “Alpha is the closest I’ll ever have to a parent and the pack the closest I’ll have to a family. I do not regret my decision one bit and I want you to understand one thing: I am happy.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Now it was Zev’s turn to take Colin’s hands into his. “I get that my experiences are quite different from yours and I realize that the rule sounds like an ultimatum to you. It isn’t, but I simply cannot risk the pack and I cannot make an exception for myself.”

“What if I decline?” Colin could not mask his sadness. He knew what the answer would be.

A warm smile appeared on Zev’s face. “Then our paths would part.” Zev thought for a moment and then leaned in for a hug. “I have met many people in my life, you know. You’re a good person. I love you and you will always have a special place in my heart, regardless of how you choose.”

Colin did not know whether this made the decision easier or harder.

It was like Colin’s heart was beating inside his head as he ascended the steps to the small platform.

Colin and Zev did not break off contact. They couldn’t have a full-blown relationship, but they were allowed to talk. In the weeks that followed their heartfelt talk Colin did some soul searching about what he really did want out of life and his mind, no, his heart, always went back to one thing.

Zev.

He was not entirely sure about the whole pack thing, but he consulted Alpha about the ins and outs of membership. Like Zev said, the more Colin spent time with Alpha the more comfortable he felt around him. Alpha was patient and never pushed for a decision. Moreover the option to leave the pack later would always remain on the table. An out if Colin ever felt uncomfortable.

So Colin decided to join and now was the moment he would shed his former self and his new life would begin.

Colin arrived at the top of the platform, standing in front of Alpha. He looked to the side to meet Zev’s eyes, who was standing a few meters away and smiling at him.

“Well then,” Alpha began. Colin had learnt that Alpha was not big on speeches, so he got right to the point. “Do you want to join the pack?” The question itself was a formality. The reason everyone was gathered here was because Colin already agreed and was asked to come.

“I accept.”

Alpha smiled. “So formal.” He turned to the others. “Today someone new joins our pack. Colin, Delta’s boyfriend, has agreed to become Omega.”

Cheers and applause came from the other packmates as Alpha continued talking to Colin. “Are you ready?”

Colin gave Zev, Delta, a brief smile, before turning back to Alpha. “Yes.”

Without a word Alpha extended a finger and placed it on Colin’s lips. Colin saw Alpha’s own lips ripple and reform into lips Colin only knew from the mirror.

Alpha licked his own lips to explore their new shape before raising his voice for the others again. “We have a new packmate, Omega!”

As if that was the signal that the ceremony was over, Zev, or rather Delta, came over and embraced Colin. His face looked slightly different, from his own lips Colin realized.

“Omega,” Delta said before kissing Colin. After a few seconds he broke off and nodded towards the mirror to the side of the room.

Colin turned his head and looked. In the reflection he saw two identical men looking back at him, though he knew that it was him and Delta. He now had the same body as everyone else in the frat.

“To answer your question,” Alpha began. “My name is Ulric.”

Colin looked over to Alpha. None of the others seemed to take notice. The name must be known only to frat members.

Alpha smiled. “Welcome to the pack.”

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