THE LYCAN QUEENS s*x TOY

Every year, the dark, hungry eyes of the Lycan queens sweep over the trembling human men dressed in white, their loincloths, casting shadows like monsters out of old tales. And this year, Damon was among the men chosen from the human village to serve them. That was the tradition, the Lycan Queens ruled the Lycans, Werewolves, Vampires and the humans as well. Damon was twenty years old now, the age of offering and sacrifice, as his father, the village chief, often said. The age he was supposed to smile through, as though being handed over to the three hungry, s*x starved Lycan queens waiting to ravish his innocence and that of the other chosen young men in their small village were gifts worth cherishing. His father said it was an honor being selected by the Lycan queens. His chest burned with fury. How could anyone call this an honor? To be f****d publicly, used, ruined and expected to thank them for it? He stood in the bathroom quietly as the warm water poured down his skin, but he didn't move, he was too deep in his thoughts to care about anything else at that moment. Damon sneered at it, his nails digging into his palms until the crescent moons of his anger marked his skin. He had once thought of defying the Lycan queens' order and running away with Aurora, his secret lover, and giving away what the queens demanded forcefully. But that would get his father and the villagers into trouble with the Lycans and he couldn't afford that. Once a young man named Desmond was chosen by the Lycan queens and he had tried to escape from the village but unfortunately he was caught by the Lycans Warriors and dragged back to the village. The young man had been dragged into the dirt, and tied to a tree, he was drugged with an aphrodisiac and r***d multiple times by three Lycan queens until he stopped breathing, while the village watched helplessly. Damon was just 15 years old when that incident happened, and the ruthless Lycan queens had forced him and other young boys in the village to watch as they r***d the young man to death. The r**e incident was meant to serve as a warning to the boys in the village. After that day, he always had nightmares about Desmond, his pleading voice breaking in agonizing screams, and the pack members and some of the villagers cheering them on. Damon's stomach knotted as he started scrubbing his body roughly, ignoring the pain, but nothing could wash away the truth: tonight, he and the other young men selected for the barbaric ritual would be their next victim. Young men of the village became offerings to the Lycan queens once they reached the age of twenty. And they were strictly forbidden from having any s****l affair with human females. The young men would give themselves to the Lycan queens for one week and then return the following week and only then, could they be considered as proper men and are allowed to mingle with the human females. The males in the village were considered nothing more than s****l objects for the Lycan queens.. Damon sighed bitterly and sank deeper beneath the water to avoid the disgust that threatened to overwhelm him. "Damon! Son! Hurry! We need to be at the bonfire with the others," Victor, Damon's father fretted, as he knocked on the bathroom door. "Just a minute dad." Damon replied as he peeked out of the bathroom to see his father. He was fully dressed in a black robe. His hair neatly brushed, he was looking very handsome. "Dad, why are you dressed so much, like you are one being sent to the Lycan queens?" Damon said softly despite himself. Victor smiled, his eyes flickering with hope. I wish they would choose me again." He said blushing. "Enough of the chit-chat Son. Now get out of the bathroom, the queens will be here anytime soon."Victor said impatiently. "I'll be out in a minute." Victor hesitated, but finally left. Damon pulled the towel over his damp body. As he walked out of the bathroom, he took one look at the white robe his father had prepared for him to wear for the occasion and shook his head. He would not wear that sacrificial robe. He would rather wear one of his old clothes, as he opened his drawer, The door to his room opened again. "Don't even think about it. Wear the clothes you've been given," Victor snapped, eyes sharp. Damon huffed and shoved the clothes he was already holding back to the drawer. His father smiled in triumph, as he helped him tie the white piece of cloth around his narrow waistline, the knot resting against the V that disappeared into the piece of cloth. The muscles of his stomach flexed subtly as he moved. "Are you nervous?" Victor asked softly. As he finished dressing his son up." Damn son, I bet the Lycan queens will go crazy once they see you." Victor added proudly Damon shrugged." I'm not nervous. It's just sex." Victor smiled. "That's my boy, you're braver than I was during my own time" "Did it hurt?" Tell me how you were able to go through with everything." Damon asked anxiously. I mean, as a human male, we are not supposed to have s*x with one than one woman daily." His father's eyes brightened with memory." I was inexperienced back then, just you. And f*****g three insatiable Lycan queens everyday for one whole week, well let's say it wasn't an easy task" Victor said." Damon's heart skipped. Fear crept into his mind. "But don't worry. You are not the only one going to their pack, I'm sure the queens will be gentle with you all. Damon didn't believe his father's words. "How many men this year?" "Fifteen young men from different families, and you are the first, because you are special and also my son. "Special? Damon scoffed. More like cursed. He laughed bitterly. Damon was born on the night of the lone star, and such birth happens every once in a million years. There was an old belief in the village that anybody born on that night was cursed and will be unlucky for the rest of their life. "Maybe I'll be lucky, they might be exhausted by the time they get to me." Damon said quietly. His father's face tightened, but he placed his hand on Damon's broad shoulder, his palm trembling. "It doesn't work like that, son." "Well, how would I know? You never tell me anything!" Damon snapped. For a long moment, Victor was silent. Then his voice came, distant, almost broken. "They'll inspect you all. Then you'll ride in their trucks . Their favorites will be chosen first. The rest... will be sent to the city compound. A mansion filled with luxuries beyond imagination. But once you're inside... they'll split you into groups. One Queen per group." Relief flickered through Damon. "So, not all three at once?" Victor smiled. "No. First, there's a sacrifice and oath swearing that needs to be performed by the Lycan priestess and the queens, then after that.." "Father! After that, what will happen?" Damon asked anxiously. Victor sighed deeply before continuing." They will take turns having s*x with all of you." Damon stiffened. What?" "They will select which person they want first, which queen will claim your virginity first" Damon's gut twisted, rage flaring, he almost threw up at the thought of being tossed around by the wretched wolves. "Father, what is our village benefiting from all this? Why not just abolish this evil tradition of turning our young men to their s****l slaves and cut all ties with the Lycans?" Victor patted his son's shoulder again, whispering desperately, "They protect us, Damon. We are only humans and without the Lycans' protections, the vampires, werewolves, and other creatures would own us. We'd be nothing but blood bags and dinners." "As opposed to walking s*x slaves?" Damon spat. "Enough!" Victor snapped, his eyes flashing with a little irritation "It's the way of things. We are human, fragile, and small. We survive only by their grace. You must accept it." The words struck like a chain around his throat. Or else you will be forced to leave the village and you know what that means. You will be left to fend for yourself and that is if you are lucky to survive the werewolves and the vampires. Before Damon could reply, the horn blared outside, echoing from the bonfire. Victor's eyes widened in terror.