The Hunt

by FerdinandMagellan

Summary:

Set after the events if the series, in an AU where Max keeps his powers, it's Thanksgiving in the Russo Household, and the men leave on a yearly hunting tradition. It's Mason's first time. Brotherly bonding insues.

Chapter 1: A wolf, a wizard, and a cabin

It was that time of year again, when all the Russo kin came together for Thanksgiving. Festivities began days in advanced, with the arrival of Justin, Juliet, and their two young children, Addicus and Oliver.
It was a cool autmn day when the four of them appeared in the sub shop to find Max building another new and crazy sandwich for the deli that had gone from a sub station to a sub franchise.
"Hey bro!" Justin smacked Max on the back causing mayonnaise to spray across the counter.
Max sighed,grabbing a towel and quickly doing away with the mess.
"Justin, early as always," he said with a smirk, pulling his brother into a bear hug.
"And Juliet, how is my favorite sister-in-law?" He smiled, rubbing the heads of his two nephews in her arms.
"Your only sister-in-law, Max." She corrected with a smirk.
"Even still, my favorite."
"PREGNANT, again. Your brother's swimmers must be Olympians. Birth control, breast feeding,and antifertility charms, and somehow, I'm pregnant again."
"Ewww. I don't want to think about my brother's swimmers Juliet." The vampire rolled her eyes, deeper this time and proceeded towards the spiral staircase, leaving the two brothers alone in an empty sub shop.
"When are you going to tell her Justin?" Max set down the sandwich and walked towards the layer, opening it gentley and motioning for Justin to follow.
"Tell who, what?" Mason asked as he and Alex joined the festivities, stepping through the wizard portal.
"Bruuck bruuck bruuck bruuck" Alex choddled, impersonating a chicken as she left the Mason and her brothers in the lair.
"The gangs all hear!" Justin announced to no one in particular, doing his best to draw attention away from Mason's question.
"This is your first Thanksgiving with us Mason, you'll find out soon enough." Max chided the wearwolf leading them both upstairs to the living room were Jerry was shoving the last item into an already over stuffed duffel bag.
"Justin a little help?" Jerry vaguely gestured towards the bag and Justin pulled out his wand, waving it and muttering under his breath causing the bag to expand slightly and zip itself before floating towards the other luggage by the door.
"Are we going somewhere?" Mason asked the room, which garnered Alex several glares.
"You didn't tell him?" The family said in near unison.
"Mason, sweetheart, American Tradition! The men go hunting! That's why we're hear on Monday."
Mason looked alarmed, and a bit excited as Jerry tosshanded him a worn Marlin 336.
"You Americans and your guns." Mason quickly checked the chamber and safety, hoping to avoid an accidental discharge.
"Off you go!" Therese knew what four men in her apartment could do if left unchecked, so she shooed them towards the door, and Justin held his wand again, flicking it towards the air.
"Here to there, everywhere, through the air, no fair!"
As they were shrouded first in smoke and then in light, as multicolored sparks flew from the tip of the only wizards wand. They materialized in a small rustic cabin, which smelled of old leaves and nearing snow.
"I'm call the master, you guys figure out the rest!" Jerry shouted, speed walking towards a slightly larger room with classic log cabin adornments, and he shut the door behind him, leaving the three younger men standing in a cramped and dusty living/dining space.
The three walked towards the other bed room, a smaller room with fortunately a larger bed, and they set there bags and guns down. Max reached for the light switch, flicking it back and forth a few times before giving up hope it would function.
Justin once again drew his wand, aiming it at the light and plunging the slender stick into the metal which somehow gave way like a stick into pudding.
"Luminous Repairo" the wizard spoke as the old incandescent bulbs spluttered back to life, casting a yellowish glow on the room and it's inhabitants.
"Well, fuck." Max said, tucking his duffle bag underneath the bed.
"Guess we're bunking together."
Mason and Justin followed suit, tucking their bags under the bed, and taking various small steps to make there environment a bit homier. Max dusted off the nearby lamp bases, Mason pulled throw pillows and a dusty duvet and tossed them on the floor, and Justin pulled back two large curtains to fill the room with natural light.
"Looks like a bad storm coming in." Mason gestured towards the roiling blackish blue clouds on the horizon.
"Dad! What's the plan?" Justin shouted through the small cabin, cocking his head towards his father's room.
The door clicked open and out walked Jerry, but his appearance shocked not just Mason, but the boys as well. Even for his age, he had always been fit, generally a bit squishy around the midsection, but it seemed that the doctors instructions had finally gotten through to him. His pecs were well defined, and appeared firm, with light bronzing from nude sun bathing on his tribeca patio.
His belly was no longer the squishy pillow it once was, now pulled flat. Not washboard by any definition, but taught and smooth, covered in a thick layer of hair.
But below his torso was the real show. It had been years since Max and Justin had seen their father nude, and they had only hazy memories of his form; but his nudity served as a refresher.
A thick Italian cock, perhaps four inches long soft, but as thick as a bratwurst, with a foreskin just covering the head. It lay in well trimmed pubic hair, bearing a light salt and pepper, the only indication of the man's age.
"Mr. Russo?" Mason questioned, shades of pink and red rapidly lapping at his cheeks.
"Dad!" Justin snapped in a half shout half whisper.
"What? It's not like he wouldn't have found out eventually." Jerry sat down on a quaint love seat, carefully lifting his full and large scrotum so as not to sit on it.
Mason spun on his heel and went back to the boys room, hiding his embarrassment by firmly shutting the door.
"I'll go talk--" Jerry started as he braced to raise to his feet.
"No, dad. I'll go talk to him." Max walked towards the room, rapping gentley on the door before turning the handle and entering, sealing it behind him.
"What the fuck is this, Max?" Mason sat in a near bed chair scrolling through his signaless phone.
"Mason. Your a member of the family now." Max started sitting on the bed next to him.
"What does that have to do with your father's nudity?"
"The Russo men, once a year we come together and spend a week in the woods."
"And you do that nude?"
" Well, we're wizards, you're a wearwolf, I'm sure you have urges that Alex can't fulfill."
"Max, that's nonsense."
" Mason, I'm horny. All the time. I jerked off five times today, and, well, feel."
Max began to unzip his pants before Mason interrupted him.
" Max, seeing your dad's cock was enough for me."
Max dismissed the wearwolf, pulling the don't if his pants down, revealing an erection that put many to shame. Seven and a half inches long, and nestled in coffee colored hair; his foreskin sat just above the crest of his head, which was the size and color of a plum.
It was surrounded by a cock and ball harness, made from faux leather and snapping tightly around the base of the penis and the top of the scrotum. You could see Maxes penis struggle, the blood filled appendage pushing out against the snappable faux leather cock and ball ensemble.
"Just touch it Mason. Please. It's so hard it hurts." The wearwolf could smell the wizards juices and sweat, and he knew what he wanted to do, but even if he wanted to do something, he had Alex to think about. Surely Justin wouldn't be participating in in any debauchery...

Chapter 2: Wolf's Bain

Summary:

Max makes the mistake of teasing Mason, and Mason finally gives in.

Justin knew that Max would convince Mason to participate, he was always the salesman, him and his seemingly everhard cock made even the straightest men think twice when they saw it, and based on the way Mason raked into the men in his family's Justin didn't really think that was an apropos description of him. He lowered his own tightly tailored pants, revealing a jock that seemed to Jerry like it was three sizes too small. Justin flipped on the TV, scrolling through the various channels on WizDirect before casting the appropriate age verification spell to get through to the good stuff.

Justin finally settled on MonsterHunterz, a channel he nearly starred on a few year back, featuring deputized and barely legal Monster Hunters getting railed by each other and some of the monsters. Justin's already plumped cock began fighting harder against the restraints of the jock strap as he stole occasional glances at his father, whose own cock was rapidly gaining tumelesance. The once soft and sausage like appendage was now reaching for the sky, as his blood rushed to fill the 6.5" member while bulking it out considerably until it became reminiscent of a fleshy beer can.

Justin was always in awe at his father's girth, and today was no exception. He nearly needed a drool cup as his own cock responded in kind, begining a slow but steady flow of precum that made his jock strap increasingly sticky. Jerry stood up from his seat and walked over to Justin, reaching behind him to a table behind his chair for a book, and in doing so nearly skewering Justin with his leaky dick.

Justin was face to face with his father's member, and he wanted with everything inside of him to lick it, to taste the salty sweet precum leaking from his velvety head. But he knew that Mason would be coming out of the bedroom soon, and he didn't think incestual felatio was the first site he should see. So he grasped it in his hand instead, rolling the skin over the head and stripping a bead of pre from somewhere deep in his body. Jerry took a moment and braced, as his son rolled his thumb over his tip and covered it in his sticky precum.

Jerry moved away, sitting back down and cracking the book he'd grabbed, a Coffee table book of male nudes and he turned his attention to it, playfully squeezing the fleshy tube between his legs knowing that Justin was struggling to resist him.

Justin took his thumb which glistened in the yellow light of the cabin and plunged it into his mouth, enjoying the salty-sweet decadence of his father's juice, knowing his ultimate prize wasnt far away. His dick ached as he enjoyed the savory juices from his fathers glans.

Meanwhile, in the cabins second, smaller bedroom, Max flexed his cock like the muscle it was, even as Mason tried to look away.

"Look Max, porn does me just fine. Alex is-"
Mason trailed off as Max reached down as squeezed his bound cock, sliding his work hardened fingers over his shaft, and eliciting a pearl of pre out of his piss slit. Mason, still fully clothed had been stunned into silence, and wether he was willing to admit it or not, he wanted to taste the wizards cock.

"Mason, Alex never liked sex. Moriarty broke up with her the first time because she wouldn't even stroke him. I'm guessing she helps you cum, what, twice a month at best, and rarely inside?"

Mason's skin continued its journey to display every hexcode for red and pink possible, and he tried to wave the wizard off, pivoting away from him and facing the window.

"I'm not talking to my wife's brother about our sex life." Mason spoke as he kept flicking the airplane mode button on and off hoping to catch a signal.

"It's not going to work Mason."

"I checked, there should be at least voice service out here."

"First of all, that is in optimum conditions, second of all, this cabin isn't on any map you checked. Now, touch me. You know you want too."

"MAX, I don't want to touch your cock." Max could tell by the appearance of what looked like a sizeable banger in his yoga pants of all things that he was lying.

"Fine, be that way"
Max said as he pulled out his wand, pointing it at Mason.

"Max, what are you doing?"

"Soap on a rope, soap fell off the rope, rope shot out of my hand, rope tie up that man." As Max spoke the spell took effect, and Mason was promptly tied in a sitting position on the bed, his hands immobilized behind his back.

"Now, are we going to do this the easy way," Max approached the werewolf and wrapped his hand around his obvious chub.

"Or the hard way?" Max gestured to his wand and pointed it at Mason.

Mason let out an involuntary moan and knew at that point the jig was up. He struggled against the restraints and started whining like a dog trying to convince Max to untie him without actually having to say the words.

"Use your words puppy." Max continued to stroke the wearwolf through his bottoms and tussled his hair like a man to a dog, something that made Mason's cock totally abandon him, swelling to it's full potential and dampening the front of his yoga pants as it vomited out volleys of precum at a rate near pissing.

"Untie me" Mason begged Max, as the volleys of precum continued until his crotch was soaked and Maxes hand was sticky.

Max released the werewolfs cock from his grasp, an act that lead to another whimper as he grabbed Mason's chin, pulling the man's gaze upward to meet his own.

"Ask nicely puppy, or I might leave you like this." Mason's cock was fully out of his control at this point, and he knew the battle was lost. He hung his head like a sullen dog and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Please."

Max smiled, pushing his cock towards the wearwolf suggestively as he picked his wand back up and pointed it again at the man.

"As he's made his pants a messin, let the knots droop and lessen"

Mason was able to easily slip out of the now lax ropes, and he looked ready to pounce onto Max. Max knew the look well, the look of an animal whose domestication had been broken, the look of a man who lost his only control.

He'd seen it before, in Zeke, the first time he and Justin convinced him to let them suck his horse cock. On Alex's ex boyfriend Dean, after one of her legendary blue ball make out sessions when he grabbed a smoke on their balcony and Max slithered out and onto his knees unzipping the angsty boys pants and taking his manhood fully in his mouth before he could argue. And on his own brothers face when he asked for help masterbating after he broke his arm, and he finally gave in.

Mason wet his lips before grabbing Max by the throat and lifting him up. Not so tight as to cause him to loose consciousness, but tight enough that Max knew he could snap him like a marrow bone with a meer flick of the wrist. This is what Max has wanted, to free the beast, and freed he was.

Mason slammed the wizard against the bed so hard it nearly broke the box spring, and Max was stunned for a moment as he was flipped onto his back, Mason this time taking control. Mason sat on the bed and roughly pulled the man like a ragdoll over his knees, Max's hard cock trapped between them, pulsing as every movement pushed it against the werewolf's thighs.

Mason opened his hand and swatted Max's ass hard enough that the wizard let out a sharp help, as his ass rippled from the downward force. Max only then realized the mistake of convincing a predator that he was horny.

"You like that -- puppy?" Mason stretched the last word out to make clear that Max was now his bitch, and he continued to smack his ass, alternating from cheek to cheek and applying most of the force downward so his dick rubbed against his legs.

When the werewolf felt that the boy had had enough, his ass red like a fire engine from the assault, and his dick stimmed almost to nut from the friction the werewolf again picked him up by the neck, holding him at arms length like a neck operated puppet.

"Give me a single good reason not to fuck you until you are capable of only leaking my seed." Mason's accent seemed to have gotten stronger, and Max was genuinely afraid for his safety, and for his ass.

"Because you're a bottom?" Max teased.

"Wrong move, puppy." Mason spread the wizards legs and set him on top of him in a stratteling fashion as he prepared to show him just how much of a mistake it truly was.

Notes:

Hey Y'all, sorry I haven't posted. Life has been crazy, and I recently lost my job, so hopefully I can post more in the interim. Hope y'all like stuff! Please keep the feed back coming, and if you have requests, feel free to share those as well. I can't commit to a specific update schedule at the moment, but I will do my best to make it happen more often!

Thanks!
FerdinandMagellan

Chapter 3: Love from the past

Summary:

Mason continues his use of Max, Justin and Jerry remember a familiar face

Max rubbed against the wearwolf in the strattling position, pushing his cock against the thuroughly soaked pants of the wolf. Max let out a moan as the friction brought his aching uncut penis precious little stimulation, a move which apparently angered Mason further.

Mason's hand snapped to the younger wizards neck, grasping the twink and collapsing his jugulars to his shock. The wizard vibrated against the much stronger wearwolf, who was now hoisting him into the air like a ragdoll. Max struggled as his vision began to darken and he searched for his voice or wand, neither of which would come.

Just as he began to loose consciousness, Mason released the death grip on Maxes neck, who immediately crumpled on to the mattress behind him.

"Remember, you asked for this. And your cunt is mine." Mason spoke while ripping his yoga pants and boxers off in a feld swoop and exposing himself to the chilled cabin air.

Max felt himself throbbing as his eyes fell upon the man in front of him. Each muscle strained with perfect definition, each tendon and vein pressed to his dermous like snakes struggling trying to escape an under armor shirt.

His abs glistened with perfect definition, hair turned to fur as he looked lower, and finally he laid his eyes upon it. Mason's uncut cock stood hard at attention, it's shape and color like a wolf, and a large, bulbous knot the size of a plum stood at the base. Max quaked at the size of it, large enough that he was sure that it would damage him, so large that he feared it entering him.

Mason wasted not further time, grabbing his cock with his left hand, pulling the foreskin back and forth, further encouraging what was now a stream of precum, flowing and wettening his hand, and grabbing Max by the scalp with his right.

"Suck." Mason spoke in a tone that Max had never heard before, a tone that scared him as much as it turned him on. A careless, animalistic growl.

As he spoke he pulled Max closer by his long hair until the wizard was eye to eye with the wolf cock.

"Mas- I don't know if…" Max spoke in a small voice, it cracking and betraying him as he did.

Mason shoved his thumb in the wizards mouth, silencing him abruptly, and Max began to lap at it while Mason continued striking himself.

"I didn't ask you if you could suck it. I told you too. Now, if you don't want me to break you, I'd suggest you use that bitch mouth to please me. If I have to repeat another instruction, I will carve it into your flesh, that way you won't forget." Maxes oral service of Mason's thumb became more fevered as he began to truly understand the danger he was in.

Meanwhile in the livingroom, Justin and Jerry continued to steal glances at each other, and Jerry closed the book, sliding it onto a table behind their couch.

"Why don't I make us a couple of sandwhiches? From the noises in there, I think Max and Mason will be indisposed for a while."

Justin nodded in approval at his father's suggestion, and after his father stood to stroll to the kitchenette a few feet away, he replaced him on the couch, grabbing the remote again.

Jerry stood in front of the cabinet, grabbing a submarine sub bun and splitting it with his fingers. He popped them into the toaster and spun around, leaning against the butcher block counter and checking the TV to see what his son had found.

Justin, whose dick remained steadfast and angrily erect was once again scrolling through the TV guide channel.

Jerry absentmindedly pumped his own cock as he watched his son lain in aroused splendor, seeing the wizards dick throb stronger or weaker based on the appeal of what he was reading. Finally Justin picked a channel, and on screen appeared his best friend Zeke, stroking his own large cock, and flexing for an imaginary audience.

"Is that your friend Zeke?" Jerry asked, half starling Justin, who's become lost in the scene before him.

"Yeah, he's an Only Fans model now. Apparently a bunch of people like his content." Justin spoke with a certain distracted melancholy, and Jerry smiled in a bitter sweet sort of way.

"It never would have worked, Justin." Jerry's words cut through the air, and caught Justin's attention.

"What do you-I don't know what you're talking about."

Just then the toaster ejected the buns, which Jerry quickly slapped a haphazard combination of lunch meat, cheese and veggies, before collecting a sufficient quantity of his own precum and slathering it on the empty piece. He finally cut it in half and brought it over to the wizard, handing him half.

"Made with love, and pre just you like it"
Justin sheaepishly smiled before letting out a light moan with his first bite.

"and what I'm talking about is the fact that you've loved Zeke since the first time you brought him home."

Justin elongated his chewing process in a vague attempt to delay the conversation, and Jerry let it go for the moment.

In the cabins smaller bedroom, however, no such reprieve would come.

Max slowly opened his mouth, staring at the werewolf, and seeing something he didn't know stare back. Max gulped, extending his hand and gently pulling his foreskin over the tip of his red rocket until just the swollen tip appeared. Max repeated this a few times, eliciting some hip thrusting and growls from Mason.

Mason, tired of waiting for the Wizard to follow his basic instructions grabbed him by the cheeks, squeezing at the jaw joint until his mouth popped open. Mason didn't take even another full second to push the first four inches or so of his wolf cock into the wizards open mouth. Max instinctively clamped his lips around the wizards cock, his tongue lapping at the bottom and his mouth repeatedly filling with Mason's salty sweet precum.

Max and Mason established a decent rhythm as the young wizard worked out the proper order of applying appropriate tongue worm, swallowing the copious amount of precum, and breathing. Mason's every movement seemed to grow more feverish by the minute, what little control he retained quickly slipping from his grasp.

Maxes dick, which was throbbing with his every hurried heart beat had further engorged itself, the head turning a deep burgundy, the shaft an ever increasing golden umber. Mason removed one of his hands from the wizards hair and reached under him, wrapping his hand around the apricot sized head of Maxes cock.

Maxes breath caught at the feeling, and the agony was only amplified as Mason rubbed his palm along his piss slit, capturing the leaking pre and using it as lube to further torture the head of Maxes dick.