WereWolf Fight League 2: Tor

Lynn Lorenz

To the Werewolf Fight League, Tor is a champion fighter. To his master, he’s nothing more than a slave. When Tor’s mate Jin is killed in a brutal cage fight, Tor never wants to fight again. His master, Marrack has othe...
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To the Werewolf Fight League, Tor is a champion fighter. To his master, he’s nothing more than a slave. When Tor’s mate Jin is killed in a brutal cage fight, Tor never wants to fight again. His master, Marrack has other plans for him.

Sky is a beautiful young sex slave, trained to perform sex on whoever buys him. But Sky is special; he’s a virgin and the man who owns him will be very lucky to be the first.

When Marrack buys Sky for Tor, his plan to get Tor back in the cage is set in motion. How could the big were resist mating the beautiful boy? Marrack has one month to get Tor back into shape and fighting again. Everything is riding on this --Tor’s reputation, Sky’s freedom, and Marrack’s money.

Will Tor find love again with a slave boy, or will Tor be betrayed by his new mate?

  • Note:

    This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM them and elements, exhibitionism, master/slave, violence (including rape).

    Readers with a history of rape or sexual abuse may find elements of this story disturbing.

Sky peeked from under his brow at the big were stretched out on the bed sleeping. The man was massive. Sky’s knees shook. The trainers had told the boys in his harem how large the werewolves were, but he’d never seen anyone like this.

And the display of all that power unleashed on the poor punching bag? He’d flinched with each blow, knowing if that fury were ever turned on him, he wouldn’t survive it.

His chains tinkled, the silver singing as the trembling moved up his body. This man could kill him easily, with just one blow.

“Get him to fight, boy, and you’ll win your freedom. I need him back in the cage, and to do that, he has to claim you. Do what they trained you for, boy,” his new owner’s voice whispered in Sky’s ear. It didn’t help to calm his fear -- not one bit.

He didn’t know much, being a slave and only eighteen, but he knew this werewolf didn’t like him -- not one bit.

“Tor is a champion, and you should be honored to be his mate,” Marrack had told him.

However, it looked like Tor didn’t want him.

What would happen to him now? Sky licked his lips, his mouth going dry. He’d been standing still for what felt like hours. The muscles in his shoulders and legs screamed. If he could just risk moving. A quick squat maybe, but he was too afraid to draw attention to himself.

If Tor hated him, what would the were do if he broke stance?

Sky didn’t want to be beaten. In his entire life as a slave, he’d only been whipped once after disobeying an order. At twelve, he’d been moved up to the sex slave harem and put into training, and swore he’d never be beaten again. He’d obeyed. Every command, every order, every “Down on your knees,” every “Suck this cock.” Everything.

Marrack had paid a lot of money for him, and Sky knew it. If he failed to get the were back in the cage, he’d surely be sold again and lose his only chance at freedom.

He glanced at Tor, then looked away.

Maybe being sold off wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Maybe freedom was overrated.

Sky swallowed.

He looked again, his gaze drawn back to the man. Tor had massive arms and thighs, well-defined abs and chest with the circular emblem of the WereWolf Fight League tattooed over his heart, Tor’s slave number beneath it. A pattern of blond hair spread in a dense patch across the center of his chest, trailing down his belly to the thatch nestling his long, thick uncut cock. Even at rest it was massive. Tor wore his golden hair long, past his shoulders, with small braids at his temples strung with silver and blue glass beads, clear symbols of his Norse bloodlines.

Sky shivered. The only reason Marrack had paid so much for Sky was because he was a virgin. Untried sex slaves sold at a premium on the slave market, and everyone knew it. His harem’s owner had taken extra care to ensure Sky had never been penetrated, not even by a toy.

He’d sucked cock, jerked cock, licked and rubbed, had all of it done to him, but he’d never been breached.

If his first time was going to be with this were, Sky wanted to die right now. Was freedom worth it? Surely Tor’s huge cock would rip Sky open. He’d heard the stories from the other boys about cruel and rough owners who only cared for themselves, and about the broken and bloodied bodies of those used-up boys thrown on the dead pile to be disposed of like garbage.

Sky’s legs gave out, and he went to his knees on the floor. He wanted to cry, but it would serve no purpose. He slumped, relieving his muscles, rolling his shoulders as pain pricked like a thousand pins across his skin. He leaned forward in mating position, put his hands on the ground, his head down, and straightened his legs. It pushed his ass into the air at the perfect height for being entered. He’d practiced it alone while the other boys got to fuck, one standing behind the other.

They got to sleep together in groups of warm bodies, holding each other, finding comfort and caring. Sky had been kept in his own cell. Maybe it had been for the best. He’d seen the other boys crying as one of them had been sold, being torn from their arms to go to an owner.

No one had cried for Sky. No one had reached for him, held him tight. No one’s hands had to be pried off, or had to be beaten to let him go.

The other boys would wake up this morning, go to breakfast, and he just wouldn’t be there. He wondered if anyone would miss him or even ask about him.

Of course not. He hadn’t belonged, until now. Only he belonged to a werewolf who didn’t want him. He sighed, pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, and got to his feet before the man woke and found him. He put his hands behind his back and lowered his head to stare at the floor.

How much longer would the man sleep?

How much longer before he woke up and threw Sky out?

Or fucked him and killed him?

Sky sniffed. This was stupid. If he didn’t do something, the were would surely refuse him. Then Marrack would beat him. And probably fuck him. And sell Sky. And he’d never be free.

* * * * *

Tor snorted and woke. He’d fallen asleep. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, then scratched his balls. Across the room the boy stood in slave position.

“Fuck, are you still here?” He got up and strode over to the slave Marrack had left for him. He’d forgotten all about the boy.

“Yes, sir,” the boy whispered.

Tor looked him up and down. The top of his head came to the middle of Tor’s chest. His pale skin was smooth, not a welt or scar on him other than the small slave tattoo on his right chest, above a perfect copper nipple. The scent of perfumed oil someone had rubbed into the boy’s skin filled the air. This boy had been pampered. This boy was special. Tor knew it as well as he knew his fighting stats.

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Sky.” He kept his gaze on the floor.

“Look at me, Sky.” Tor didn’t have patience with this. He didn’t want a new boy. He didn’t need one.

Sky raised his head and looked up and up and up into Tor’s face.

Crystal blue eyes, the exact color of the sky in the picture books and surrounded by thick black lashes rimmed in smoky kohl, met his gaze, sucking the breath from Tor’s lungs. Pouting pink lips. A perfect nose.High cheekbones.

He was beautiful. Simply beautiful. How much had Marrack paid for him? A small fortune, Tor bet. The last of his owner’s money had probably gone to buy this boy for him.

Tor walked around him. A round ass sat high on well-formed thighs, and those sweet little pads of flesh dimples on either side of his hips begged to be touched. His cockhead, a rosy pink, peeked from his sheath, and his balls were hairless. He’d had all the hair on his body, except for his head, removed also. Someone had spent a lot of money on this boy.

And now he’s yours.

Oh hell, no. Not mine. He belongs to Marrack, not to me.

Until Tor claimed him, that is. Marrack would still own the boy, but he’d belong to Tor. He’d be Tor’s responsibility to feed, to train, to protect in the cage.

Tor heard the barest tinkling as a shiver ran through the boy. Had he been standing all this time? Fuck.

Tor sighed. “Sit down, boy.” He waved to the couch.

Sky looked at him, nodded, then went to the couch and sat on the edge of the seat, knees together, feet crossed at the ankles, back straight, as if afraid to fully occupy it.

“Look, I don’t want a new boy. Get it?”

Sky nodded.

“Marrack needs to take you back to the slave market and get his money back.”

Sky stared at him, then lowered his gaze to his hands clasped in his lap. One thumb picked at another. When he looked up, tears stood in his eyes.

Fuck. Not fucking tears.

Tor growled and rubbed his face. “Look, it’s not that I don’t like you. I’m sure you’re a great sex slave. Really.” How the hell did he explain this? How did he tell Sky about Jin? About how he wasn’t ready to move on? Not yet and maybe never?

“I lost my mate six months ago.” There, enough said.

“I’m sorry.” The boy’s face morphed from still and somber to...caring and sad.

Tor shrugged. Okay, the kid was sweet. And beautiful. But so were a lot of boys. That didn’t mean Tor was ready for a new mate. And being the mate of a werewolf took someone special. Everyone knew that.

“Have you ever seen a werewolf fight?” Tor asked.

Sky shook his head.

“Do you know the rules?” Tor crossed his arms.

“There are no rules. Two weres, a challenger and a defender, are locked in a cage to fight for possession of the defender’s mate,” Sky said.

“That all?”

“Well, no weapons, of course,” Sky added, looking pleased he’d gotten the answer.

Tor nodded. “And what happens if the defending were loses?” Tor asked.

Sky looked away. “The mate is taken by the winner,” he whispered.

“In the cage. Right then. In front of the crowd and on the televised shows,” Tor finished explaining, not glossing over the brutality of it.

Sky nodded.

“I don’t know what Marrack told you. But just so you know, I lost my last fight. The challenger took my mate and killed him.”

Sky’s eyes widened. He swallowed hard, and his mouth formed a perfect O.

Tor smirked. “Still want to be my mate?” He’d see if the boy had what it took to stand in the cage as a werewolf’s mate.

The boy chewed his lip for a moment, then said, “I don’t want to be sold again.”

Okay, at least the kid knew the score. But it didn’t mean he was special. That he could be of any use in the cage. That he could satisfy Tor’s needs.

That Tor would ever love him.

Copyright © Lynn Lorenz


Customer Reviews

Great Read Review by Yuki
This book will not disappoint. Fresh take on the werewolf genre. (Posted on 8/24/2014)
Great! Review by Jen
I was in a werewolf type of mood so I picked this book up. I was NOT disappointed. Great fight/wrestling scenes and emotional love story. Tor & Sky are wonderful together. I cannot wait until next book in the series! (Posted on 11/25/2013)
Great werewolf wold Review by Ann
I absolutely loved the chemistry between Tor, a shifter who is forced to make money for his master, and Sky, a virgin pleasure slave. I loved how Sky, even though he is fearful of Tor, tries to love him from the beginning without trying to fully replace the memories Tor has of his previous mate. I cannot wait for the next book in the series! (Posted on 8/20/2013)

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