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Joining the Pack

By Ash Cinder

Featuring Garoh and Rai

IMPORTANT NOTE BEFORE READING : This story takes place in the universe of the movie The Warriors (1979) and the Rockstar game of the same name. It uses terminology and slang specific to that alternate version of 1970s New York which may be confusing to anyone unfamiliar with the movie or game. I've taken the liberty to add annotations to terms that first appear, and you can check the description for more context for the terminology. I hope you enjoy the story, and I hope you check the movie or video game out if you haven't already.

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Growing up in New York in the 1970s, I knew almost as soon I was old enough to walk that I would join up with one of the many gangs of the city when I got old enough. The gangs were so prominent that there were probably just as many members out in the open in their respective territories as there were regular New Yorkers.

You had The Satan's Mothers, a group of biker types who controlled the Sheepshead Bay area of Brooklyn. The Lizzies, an all-female gang who regularly fought with the Punks, a group of skater-types, for control of the Bowery. The Baseball Furies, a very strange and unsettling bunch of uniformed baseball players who silently patrolled Riverside and beat any rival gang members who were dumb enough to encroach on their territory with baseball bats. Then the famed Warriors, a hardcore group from Coney Island who'd gained a huge rep in 1979 after a group of them were framed for the murder of Cyrus, the warlord [[DF1]Gang leader] of The Riffs during a meeting with members of most of the prominent gangs in the city.

The story of that night had spread around the city within 24 hours of them making it back to Coney. The group had managed to flee from the meeting and cut through six or seven rival gang's territories and only managed to lose three of the nine members, including their warlord Cleon, who'd attended the meeting that night.

Anyway, I'd thought a lot about which gang I'd end up joining up with from the time I'd started middle school. The Hi-Hats were a bunch of crazy clowns, which was definitely not my style. The Orphans on Tremont were just a bunch of posers. The Rogues had garnered a pretty shitty rep after word got out that their warlord was the one who shot Cyrus and framed the Warriors for it. I probably would have ended up making my way to Coney to try and see if I was good enough for the Warriors if I hadn't met Rai growing up.

Rai was a red-panda-grizzly bear hybrid who I went to school with in Greenwich Village. He and I had gotten to be good friends and I learned through him that his own father was the warlord of a gang called the Pack who controlled the Greenwich area of New York. They were an interesting outfit, with most of their lower ranking members donning leather harnesses with the tattoos around most of their chest and back, and collars around their necks, but their signature apparel was definitely the masks they wore; leather masks of varying colors (usually black and another primary color) molded in the shape of a canine's head. The Pack's more high-ranking members who had been in the gang longer wore black vests instead of the harnesses in addition to the masks. The warchiefs [Patrol group leader or high-ranking member of a gang] and warlord, Garoh, and now his son Rai didn't wear the signature masks or collars however, usually wearing leather vests and harnesses underneath.

I continued hanging out with Rai, even after I'd turned 18 and would ask him about his dad's group every now and then, and he of course would only say so much, as you'd expect when talking to non-members. He'd only known so much about the group when he was just a cub, but once he'd become an adult his father inducted him into the group as his second in command.

"So," I asked, "if anything ever happened to your dad, you'd take over as warlord?"

"Yup," he answered, "but I doubt anything would happen to him anytime soon."

"He's so massive I don't know who'd be crazy enough to try and take him down."

"There's a reason he's garnered a rep as 'the heaviest warlord in the city,'" Rai said proudly.

"So," I asked, only half serious, "what do you gotta do to get into the Pack? Besides being the warlord's son?"

Rai looked up at me and then just gave me a smirk before his eyes looked around quickly as if something shady was going on before focusing on me again.

"You wanna find out?"

I chuckled a bit, thinking he was just playing around.

"You making me an offer or something?"

"I'm always looking for recruits, Ash," he explained. "It's part of my job as my dad's second in command, and I've wanted to try and get you into the gang even before dad officially brought me into it."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, I didn't think I'd get offered to be brought into one of the outfits of New York just like that. I always thought I needed to approach them or something and just hope they thought I was hardcore enough to join.

"Truth be told, dad thinks you'd fit right in," he confessed, giving me another smirk.

"H-He does?"

"Usually I have to take a potential recruit to dad first, so he can see if he likes the look of them or not, but since you and I have been friends for so long, he's already seen you plenty of times already."

"Wow, so what do I have to do to get in?" I asked. "I'm pretty sure I can't just get your dad's approval based on meeting me to get recruited."

"Can't tell you until you officially meet with dad and the rest of the group, then you can decide if you want to back out or not."

That really made me curious as to what their initiation for new members involved. I figured I'd not pass up on an opportunity to finally join up with a group when one of them was offering me a spot right here.

"Alright, where do I go to meet everyone?"

"I'll come by your place tonight and take you to where the meeting is at," he explained before getting up. "Be ready at midnight."

Just as Rai said, he arrived at my apartment right at the stroke of midnight and I followed him to wherever he was leading me, both excited and nervous at what I might have to do. I wondered if I'd need to run through a rival gang's territory wearing the Pack's colors [[DF2]A gang's signature clothing, with their identifying colors]? Steal the shirt off the back of some rival soldier [[DF3]Verb; to go out on the streets to do shit for the gang. Noun; General term for a gang member]? Or something even more hardcore, like killing one of them? I took a deep breath as I tried to prepare myself for whatever might be in store.

"So," I asked as we walked down the dark street, "I can't know what the induction is going to be until we get there?"

"Nope," Rai replied, "all I can tell you is that all new members have to do it, even I did when dad brought me in."

As we rounded a corner I caught wind of someone's scent nearby, someone I didn't recognize. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and noticed the only other person nearby besides us out this late, walking a little ways behind us. I hoped it was just some guy, but the paranoid part of me told me to keep an eye on him as best I could.

"Will I get my own mask and everything?" I asked as we approached another corner.

"If you can get through the initiation," Rai said with a chuckle.

"Do any skills someone has help their odds of getting in?" I asked.

"I mean, if I'm recruiting you I'm basically sure you'll get approved, you just gotta pass the initiation. But we always need some new writers [[DF4]Gang member who specializes in tagging]. How are you at that? I don't think I've ever seen you bomb [To tag an area with spray paint] any burners [[DF5]A gang's tagged insignia on a surface] before."

We rounded another corner and I continued to pick up the guy's scent behind me. It was stronger than before so I assumed that meant he was getting closer. He was definitely another canine like me, but I couldn't tell what kind.

"Uh, Rai," I said nervously.

"What is it?"

"I don't want to freak you out or anything, but I think someone might be trying to tail us to the meeting..." I did my best to keep my voice low.

Rai was about to try and turn his head to sneak a glance at the guy behind us before I stopped him.

"No, keep looking forward, don't let him know we've noticed."

"Right," he agreed, "I'll lead us around the neighborhood and try and find one of our pup groups patrolling. I wonder which gang it is that's tailing us?"

"Let's see if I can try and figure that out."

I raised my left arm, pretending to check my watch, only to flip the clock over to reveal a reflective side on the back of it. A little something my dad gave me so I could always watch my back when no one else was around to do it. I did my best to angle it to where I could see the figure behind us without looking obvious to what I was doing.

I held my watch steady and kept the figure in view. As he passed under a streetlamp, I got a glimpse of the unmistakable black and yellow striped shirt that signaled what his affiliation was.

"I think it's one of the Jones Steet Boys," I said to Rai.

"Okay, here's what we'll do, we'll keep leading him around, into an area where one of our patrols are soldiering, then I'll give them the signal," Rai explained.

"Okay..."

I reached into the inner pocket of my vest and confirmed my mini-bat was still there. At least I had that in case things got hot.

"What do you think he wants?" I asked. "Do you think... he's trying to waste you?"

"That'd be pretty ballsy, he probably just wants to try and follow us to the hideout," the bear explained. "We've done a good job keeping it secret and every now and then some sucker tries to see if he can find it."

"Jeez, I guess this is going to complicate my initiation," I pouted slightly.

"Don't worry, Ash, it's just a small delay, this toy [[DF6]Insulting term for rival member, usually meaning weak] ain't gonna wreck our entire night."

As we rounded another corner, my ears perked up as I suddenly heard the rapid sound of footsteps closing in behind us. Acting fast, I gripped my mini-bat firmly, quickly swinging my arm around before making contact with the Jones Steet Boy's face, knocking him on his ass, and the knife he was holding out of his paw.

He rubbed his injured muzzle, dazed before I swung my bat another time against his skull, knocking him out cold.

"Stay down, toy!" I spat.

Now that he was closer I could see he was a German Shepherd. His muzzle didn't look too good, probably fractured it when I hit him, surprised I didn't dislocate his jaw.

"Shit, guess this sucker was ballsy after all," Rai said. "Let's get some of our boys over here."

Rai put two fingers in his mouth and let out an audible whistle, almost reminiscent of someone calling a feral dog to their side.

Within a minute some pups began to appear from around corners and out of alleyways, converging on us.

"What's up, Rai?" one of them asked. "This the new boy you told us about?"

"Sure is, but we've got an uninvited guest joining us tonight."

Rai reeled back and gave the unconscious canine a firm kick to the stomach.

The pups slowly pulled him up, and slipping their arms under his pits to carry him behind us.

"I'm sure master will want to know exactly what he was doing on our turf."

"'Master?'" I asked.

"Another way our pups refer to our warlord," Rai explained. "Thanks a lot for saving my tail back there."

"This going to help my image even further for my recruitment?" I asked, somewhat jokingly.

"You know it!" Rai answered.

He enthusiastically gave me a playful slap on the shoulder.

The German Shepherd kept drifting in and out of consciousness while we made our way to the meeting spot Rai was taking us. After a few more minutes of walking, we finally arrived at a place I wasn't expecting our destination to be; a BDSM sex shop called Daddy Up. I noticed a burner for the Pack displayed prominently on a wall outside the store. Rai led us inside, with the other pups dragging the rival member behind us.

"Uh, this is the place?" I asked.

Rai just nodded before leading us to the back of the shop to a black door with a lot of stickers slapped on it. He knocked on the door and a small sliding viewing slot opened up.

"Code?" The anthro on the other side asked.

"Daddy's new Puppy," Rai said.

"Come on in."

He opened the door for us, and Rai led us down a flight of stairs, with some pulsing music getting louder as we descended.

"Wow, no wonder the Pack's hideout is so hard to find," I said.

"Join up with us and it'll be your job to make sure it stays that way," Rai said, giving me a wink.

We made it to the basement of the leather shop and my eyes widened at the reveal of what the shop was hiding. Members of the Pack were engaging in multiple acts of debauchery throughout the hidden basement. Some pups were sucking each other off, others were fucking each other, other high-ranking members of the gang were paddling others. I felt my jeans tighten as I marveled at the den of sin I'd been led into.

Rai led us to the end of the room, where his dad sat on a large black leather armchair resembling a throne, with other pups doing various things to his body. Some licking his feet, others sucking his nipples, and two licking his massive cock. My jaw fell open. I'd never seen Rai's dad naked before, but only imagined what he might look like down there. His cock had to be as thick as a beer can, and had to be well over a foot in length.

The large Kodiak looked down at us with a smirk. He was dressed in a black leather vest, a leather harness underneath it, and a leather trucker cap, but from the waist down he wore absolutely nothing, his dark brown treasure trail and excess fur around his legs on full display.

"So, you finally recruited the pup son," he said with a chuckle. "What took you so long?"

"Just waiting for the right time, but before that, we've got someone else who decided to tag along," Rai explained.

The pups brought the German Shepherd forward as he started to regain consciousness again.

"One of the Jones Steet Boys was tailing us, and he tried to waste me."

I watched as Garoh's cocky expression slowly changed to a scowl so intense that my fur stood on end even though I wasn't the one he was angry at.

"Pups! Away from me!" He commanded.

The pups that had been around him quickly ceased everything they were doing and gave their warlord room as he rose from his throne, slowly stomping over to the German Shepherd who was now wide awake and visibly trembling.

"Is that true, boy?" Garoh growled. "Did you try to waste my cub?"

The canine began to whimper as he tried to collect himself.

"N-N-No sir, I wasn't going to waste him... I-I was sent to take him back t-to our hangout," he explained.

"Guess the Jones Street Boys didn't care enough about you to give you any back up for a job this heavy," one of the pups heckled.

"Th-The Jones Street Boys were planning on using him to e-extort you, BUT WE WEREN'T GOING TO WASTE HIM!"

This didn't seem to make the large Kodiak any less angry as he pulled the smaller dog up by the scruff of his neck and held him high in the air, presenting him to everyone in the room.

"You hear that, pups?" He boomed, his deep voice echoing throughout the basement. "This little toy thought he could get away with trying to take my boy captive! And now he's here in our secret hangout with all of us. What do you say we should do with him?"

In unison all the pups in the room began chanting,

"SNACK TIME! SNACK TIME! SNACK TIME!"

A devious grin spread across the grizzly's face while the canine he was holding was looking around the room, confused and scared as to what the chant meant.

"Well, it seems it's unanimous," Garoh boomed.

He brought the canine to eyelevel with him, licking his lips.

"Looks like you won't be returning to your pack tonight, pup."

The dog stayed silent, clearly too scared to respond, until it soon became obvious as to what "snack time" meant. My eyes widened as I watched the bear lift the canine into the air again, over his muzzle, opening it wide.

The Jones Street dog instantly began screaming and pleading for his life once he realized what his fate would be.

"What?! No! Please!" He begged, struggling against the Kodiak's strong grasp. "Please let me go, I don't even know where your hideout is! You can just blindfold me and take me to Central Park, please don't do this!"

While the canine continued to try and pointlessly bargain with the warlord, the gang continued to chant "snack time" as he was slowly lowered into the grizzly's maw. I quickly looked over to Rai, who seemed to be the only one not chanting, but simply stood there with his arms crossed and an amused half-smile on his face.

My cock twitched in my pants as I watched the massive Kodiak drop the canine, screaming into his mouth. He gently closed his jaws around the German Shepherd as he tried his hardest to free himself. He began to cry as the bear took a few more seconds to toy with him in his mouth before finally slurping him down, his desperate cries fading as he slid down the bear's esophagus and into his belly.

Garoh licked his lips and patted his large belly, satisfied as the rest of the room cheered at the street justice that had just been carried out.

"Well, now that that's taken care of, let's get back to why we're really here."

I almost jumped out of my fur as his attention turned back towards me.

"We've got a new recruit here tonight," the grizzly warlord went on. "You think he's got what it takes to join the Pack?"

I heard some cheers, and some audible dismissing of me by some of the pups and warchiefs.

"W-What exactly do I have to do?" I asked timidly.

I was still shaken up from watching Rai's dad, who I'd known since I first started hanging out with him, just swallow a rival anthro whole. The sight had terrified me, but also strangely turned me on at the same time. I'd hoped if I couldn't go through with whatever initiation they gave to me that I wouldn't meet the same fate as the German Shepherd.

"In order for a pup to earn his collar and mask, he must first prove his loyalty towards his warlord, his master," Garoh explained.

He lumbered back over to his chair, with Rai nudging me to follow as he walked beside me. Once he sat down he looked down at me with a dominant smirk.

"First thing's first, pup, can you take orders?"

"O-Of course, sir."

"Then take off those rags you're wearing, let's see some wool [[DF7]Term to describe desirable bodies for sexual pleasure, or a chance for a sexual encounter]," he said commandingly. "If you make it through the initiation you'll be trading them in for colors anyway."

My heart began to pound in my chest as I reached up with a shaking paw and removed my red devil cap.

"Take them off nice and slow for Daddy," the grizzly added.

I slowly removed my grey vest, letting it fall to the floor. I looked up at the bear, slowly stroking his monster cock as he watched me strip. I carefully removed my white t-shirt, sensually running my paws down my torso for good measure. I heard the Kodiak let out an audible growl of pleasure. I began to relax a bit, carefully reaching down and unzipping my pants, letting them fall to my ankles, revealing my red and black jockstrap, with the visible outline of my knotted member pointing straight at the Kodiak warlord, I was so hard. With that being the last garment left, I slowly peeled off my underwear and tossed them aside on top of my other clothes, which Rai collected, assuring me I'd get them back later.

"Good boy," the grizzly praised, "you passed the first step... as well as the second step, seeing as you're clearly horny for your potential warlord. Now, get on all fours and crawl over to me like a good pup."

I felt my face heat up a bit as I slowly lowered myself to my paws and knees, looking up at him as I crawled to his feet paws like a common feral. All eyes in the room were on me as I completed the task.

"Good. Now, as your warlord and master, I expect constant attention and worship from my pups. You must be willing to do whatever I ask of you. Such as..."

He extended his right foot paw in front of me, inches from my face.

"Licking my paws."

My face heated up even more at this request. I'd never done anything like this before, let alone in front of a bunch of onlookers, but I took a deep breath and sat up, grabbing hold of his paw and dragging my tongue across the bottom of it. I heard him let out a deep chuckle as my licking intensified.

"That's it pup, get them nice and clean."

I looked up as he pointed over to Rai.

"And you son, come sit on daddy's lap."

I saw Rai's subby tail wag as he climbed up his father's legs and sat on his lap, sensually rubbing his chest. I let out a yelp as Garoh pushed his foot down and pinned me to the floor, while I tried to keep tending to his paw.

"Mmmm, I'm glad my cub is still safe and sound," the Kodiak growled.

I watched the bears' reflections through a mirror on a wall, the older ursine's member rubbing against his offspring's back. My eyes widened as I watched the grizzly bring his muzzle to his son's and kissing him intimately. I'd never known Rai had that kind of relationship with his father, but it was really turning me on.

"I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to Papa Bear's number one cock slut."

Rai let out an audible moan as his dad gave his bare ass a firm squeeze.

I did my best to continue licking Garoh's foot paw as he put more of his weight on it, pushing my body harder against the floor.

"Mmm, my pups kept my cock nice and wet for you," he growled.

I watched them intently as the Kodiak lifted his son up and lowered him onto that fat, uncut cock of his. Rai let out another moan as his tailhole was stretched by his father's massive shaft.

"Ungh, and that new pup down there kept my ass safe for you to fuck," Rai panted.

"Hm, is that so cub?" His dad asked.

The grizzly continued to bounce his cub up and down on his member, the weight of his massive paw pushing against me with each thrust.

"Y-You should have seen him--Ah! Papa Bear. Knocked that sucker right on his ass when he tried to get us from behind."

He moved his foot paw down my body, allowing me to turn my head to look up at his hulking form. He slowed his thrusting into Rai's ass as he looked down at me with a look of approval that also indicated something more. Gratefulness? Lust? Admiration, maybe? Whatever it was it made my cock twitch and my tail wag beneath me.

"Well, I guess the pup's initiation is going to have to get more personal then," the Kodiak said before turning his attention back to his son, "I'll have to fill your ass later then, cub."

"It's alright dad, if anyone deserves it it's him," Rai answered.

The two gave each other one last long kiss before the larger ursine pulled the smaller one off his member, followed by his foot from my body.

"Get up, pup," he ordered. "Time to get your master's scent."

He lifted his balls invitingly and I crawled closer, burying my muzzle in his crotch and inhaling his ursine musk, enjoying the intoxicating aroma of the bear I'd be taking orders from. I licked the sweat from his balls while he stroked my red head fur. He growled with pleasure as I submitted to him as I knew I was supposed to.

I gasped as he gently pulled me away by my head fur and dangled his erect cock just out of reach of my muzzle. I looked at the monster between his legs before timidly looking up at him.

"You're not just getting inducted into my pack, pup, you're going to get rewarded tonight for helping my cub. That's right, boy. You're going to have daddy's cock in your ass."

I whined submissively and wagged my tail.

"You like that, runt?" He asked, petting me.

"Y-Yes sir..." I answered.

"Daddy doesn't normally fuck his new pups so soon into their initiation, but I'd say you proved you deserve it. Now get my cock nice and wet."

He let go of my head fur and I instantly went for his cock, grabbing onto it with one paw and dragging my tongue across the head, tasting his salty pre. He moaned as I opened my mouth wider and slowly taking in about a quarter of his cock to start with.

"Let's see how much this new bitch can take," the bear above me growled. "Rai, get me some flash [[DF8]A street drug frequently bought and sold by gang members]."

I wagged my tail as I did my best to pleasure the grizzly, while I moved my head up and down I looked up at his belly, resting one of my paws on it and rubbing. My cock twitched as I still felt movement within it, I still couldn't believe what befell the German Shepherd we'd brought in with is, though I couldn't say I felt bad for him after what he'd been planning to do.

Rai came back with a brown vial and handed it to his father. Garoh unscrewed the cap and looked down at me.

"You ever try flash, pup?" He asked as he brought it to my nose. "It'll make you fuck like a feral when you're on it..."

He flashed a devious fanged smile.

"Breath in deeply, through each nostril," he instructed.

I prepared myself before holding my left nostril shut and inhaling the fumes from the bottle through my right. I gritted my teeth, it smelled like nail polish remover, but I could already feel my head starting to spin from the effects. I repeated with my left nostril, breathing in deeply until I couldn't anymore.

I looked up to him bringing the bottle to his face in order to do the same. I started feeling light-headed, but not enough to feel I might pass out. My face started burning up and I started to feel like a bitch in heat as my attention turned back to the Kodiak's cock. Without another thought in my head, I ravenously took as much of his cock into my muzzle as I could fit while he started snorting some of the flash himself. I stroked it with one paw and caressed his massive testicles with the other while I started deepthroating his member like the needy bitch that I was.

My vision started to blur, but I could still sense everything, my new master's scent, his lustful growls as the flash started to take effect for him, the horny jeers from the other pups watching my initiation commence. It was so overwhelming, but I didn't want it to stop. I heard the massive bear growl with lust and felt him forcefully grab ahold of my red mohawk and began using it as leverage to face-fuck me.

He grabbed ahold of my arm with his free paw, placing mine against his chest. I read this as him indicating that he wanted me to focus on his nipples and so I squeezed his left one tightly, making him audibly moan while he kept using my muzzle as a fleshlight. He may have been saying some pretty dirty things in that moment, but my head was too full of flash to know for sure. It felt like I was partially in control of my body, but also not. I was aware of nearly everything that was happening to it, and wanting more to continue, but I felt like I was totally limp, a toy to be used and controlled by my new master and warlord.

I could feel the effects of the flash starting to pass already, it was a drug that was shortlasting, but boy was the ride fun. I began to make out what Garoh was saying again as I felt someone rubbing up against my ass.

"Make sure he's nice and loosened up for me son," he said, caressing my head against his cock. "This new boy's got me real horny, and you know I'm not going to be gentle with him."

I let out a pleasured whimper as I felt Rai slide his lubed cock into my tailhole as I continued to look up at his father. I still felt light-headed as I gazed up at him, but by that point I don't think it was the flash anymore so much as his cock being pushed so far down my throat that it was cutting off my oxygen.

He pulled it out and I gasped and moaned as his son began to test my ass out, gently thrusting in and out of it. Garoh pulled his cock out of my mouth and began slapping it against my face.

"You see this boy?" He growled. "This is the cock you'll be taking orders from now. This is what you're loyal to from now on."

"Y-Yes Daddy..." I panted.

He grabbed ahold of my arm again and placed my paw against his belly, which I could still feel movement from inside.

"And if you ever forget it, you'll end up just where that Jones Street pup is now."

I trembled as I felt his prey continue to struggle inside his belly. I moaned from a combination of his commanding presence, and Rai's cock tapping my prostate.

He smiled and stroked the fur of my face.

"I'm normally gentle when I breed a new pup for the first time," he went on. "But, you got me so fucking turned on keeping my cub safe, and bringing some prey to me, I'm going to have to rape you right here, right now, pup. I'm too filled with lust for you to take it slow, I'm going to fuck you like the feral you are."

My body trembled with anticipation as he quickly grabbed ahold of my face and began fucking my muzzle again while he continued to speak.

"Plus, do you know how much restraint I've had to show every time Rai brought you over and hadn't offered you a spot in The Pack, yet?"

My eyes teared up as he continued to slam his hips against my face. I dug my claws into the leather armchair he was sitting in.

"I'll tell you, I wanted nothing more than to pin you to the wall, rip those tight shorts right off that little ass of yours and empty my balls into it. I've got all this lust built up, and I'm about to let it out tonight."

I whimpered in both fear and pleasure. This was so hot, but I was legitimately worried I wouldn't be walking away from this initiation in the end. But I doubted I could turn back now even if I'd wanted to.

"Besides," he growled, pulling me off his cock, "I bet that's just what a little faggot like you wants. Why else would you always wear shorts like that when Rai brought you over?"

He pulled my head up by my head fur to make eye contact with him.

"Tell me I'm wrong, pup."

I breathed heavily while Rai pulled out of me, deciding I was ready for the main event.

"Y-You're not warlord," I admitted, "you're never wrong."

He flashed me a fanged grin.

"Good answer."

I felt Rai fasten a collar around my neck and then his dad got up and used it to drag me over to another part of the hide out. I looked around to see it was some kind of studio, with cameras set up and a bench set up in the middle of the room where they were all focused on.

"I can already tell this is going to be a hot one. We'll make plenty of copies to sell upstairs." The Kodiak boasted.

Rai stepped in front of me, holding a red and black pup mask.

"You want me to--?"

"Yes," his dad interrupted, "he earned it before he'd even stripped for me."

Rai smiled down at me and stretched the mask over my face, I was able to look at one of the TV screens showing a feed from one of the cameras to see how it looked on me. My tail wagged as I took a brief moment to admire this sought after item, confirming my new affiliation to the Pack.

I didn't have much time to dwell on it, as other pups helped me up and strapped me down to the wooden bench, bent over, with my ass fully presented.

I let out a whimper of anticipation as I felt the grizzly rub the tip of his cock against my soon-to-be-abused hole.

"Are we ready?" He asked.

"Recording all angles," a pup confirmed.

I was able to see one of the angles on a screen within my line of sight. I gulped as I saw my warlord's hulking form behind my smaller one, looking so vulnerable with my ass out like that.

"Time to break this new bitch in," he announced, "but first..."

He took out the bottle of flash and presented it to the camera. He walked in front of me, sticking his cock in my muzzle and holding the bottle up to my nose, holding my nostril for me.

"Be sure to make a lot of hot noises boy," he whispered, "I want this tape to really sell. This is going to be your introduction to doing your part to make your master money."

I nodded and turned my attention to the flash. I inhaled as deeply as I could with one nostril and then the other as he held it for me. He quickly pulled his cock from my mouth and began inhaling the drug himself, returning to his previous position behind me.

I began to whimper needily like a bitch in heat as I felt him grab my hips.

"Listen to that," he said in a mocking tone, "this little fag is desperate for that uncut grizzly cock."

My whimpering intensified as I saw him take another hit of the flash.

"Came to me wanting to suck my dick for flash," he went on, "but this is his new drug, and the flash is just a bonus."

The camera zoomed in on his cock as he waved it around. I watched him take one more hit from the bottle of flash before giving it to another pup for later. He gritted his teeth and looked at me with look that seemed to be a combination of hunger and lust.

"Well, time to give this faggot his next hit!"

I let out a yelp as I felt him force his fat member into my tight entrance. He wasted no time in going to town on me just like he said he would. No time to let me adjust to the size of that monster between his legs, just using my tailhole the same way he used my muzzle just moments ago.

I could feel the effects of the flash starting to take hold. I couldn't do anything but make incoherent noises of need and lust as he unleashed all that built up lust he said he had on me. I struggled against the restraints on the bench, but I was loving every second of this. The feeling of this powerful warlord turning my asshole inside out was amazing. My own cock twitched under me as I listened to him let out beastly growls and grunts as he raped me on camera.

I noticed on screen he gave some kind of signal with his paw, and a second later, another one of his pups was in front of me, holding another bottle of flash. He wanted me to take another hit already? I mean, he did take three at the start of recording. The pup held my nostrils as I inhaled once through each of them.

I started to feel it again, the slight out of body experience as he used it as his toy. I couldn't focus on anything now except that monster shaft that was rearranging my insides at that very moment. When I later watched the final recording from that night, I could hear myself crying and begging for more. I could barely make out any words I said, but I'm pretty sure I said something along the lines of,

"Please, harder Daddy!"

I think my toes were curling so tightly that I was getting a foot cramp, but I didn't care. I just hung my head down and looked underneath the bench, seeing my stomach bulge each time he forced that Kodiak cock into it. I remember thinking at one point; shit, I might die tonight. But, I'm already an official pup, so if I do, I'll do it serving my warlord.

He must have given another signal because the pup returned with more flash, which I accepted again. In that moment, I didn't care about my own pleasure or comfort, only that of my warlord's. I was his to use. The only pleasure I felt was from knowing I was doing my duty and serving him as he deemed fit.

His fucking somehow got even more intense as he leaned forward and started fucking me so hard, we later found out he'd loosened three of the bolts holding the bench to the floor. I let out a cry and a series of whines as I felt him suddenly sink his teeth into my shoulder. My body trembled as he continued the abuse, digging his claws into my hips. I felt tears trickle out of my eyes behind the mask.

He released his bite and put his muzzle right next to my ear.

"You're mine, you understand?" I could barely understand him, but I think that's what he said. "Mine!"

He bit the side of my torso this time. As he held it, the pup with the flash gave me another hit. Fuck, I remember thinking, has anyone overdosed from flash before? I hope I at least feel my master fill me with his seed before it happens.

"You like that, don't you?" He growled through the bite. "Being treated like a little cock fag."

"P-Please..." I choked out.

I wasn't able to get anymore out as he jammed his fingers into my mouth while reaching down and grabbing hold of my painfully erect cock with his other paw.

"See that everyone?" He chuckled. "Look how horny this runt is. Doesn't need anything but a dominant Daddy bear like me to rape him, and he gets off on it!"

I could barely see two feet in front of me, I was so hopped up on flash. I let out a yelp as I felt the grizzly behind me give me three firm slaps on the ass as he continued to pound it.

My body was being put through so much, I was barely staying conscious, but I could still feel every wave of pleasure rock through my body each time that fat, uncut grizzly cock pushed my prostate in. I whimpered as he picked up the thrusts while squeezing my hips tighter, digging his claws into my flesh.

With one hard thrust, he buried himself balls deep inside me and let out a roar that must have shook all of Greenwich. I howled in response as I felt my belly begin to swell with his warm seed. I probably came in that moment too, but I wasn't aware either. My body spasmed and twitched each time his member pulsed inside me.

I gasped as I felt him slide out of me before stepping in front of me. I panted as I weakly looked up at him through half-open eyes.

"Don't go passing out on me yet, new blood," he growled. "We're not nearly finished filming."

That was around the moment the flash started affecting my memory. He and his other pups did so many other things to me that I was too flashed up to have been fully aware of while it was going on. Just about every kink you could imagine, enough to edit into an hour-long porn film that would be sold in various sex shops in Greenwich Village. I was still pretty conscious and vocal on the tape, but I don't remember anything after my warlord fucked me raw. Where my memory started coming back was the final thing they did to me to conclude both the movie, and my induction into the Pack.

I felt a sort of scratching pain in my back that I first thought was him dragging his claws across it, that was until I heard the unmistakable sound of a tattoo needle. They were tattooing something on my back! Oh man, I thought, I hope it's nothing embarrassing.

"Wha..." I asked groggily, "Wha's goin' ong?"

"Nothing, slut," warlord said. "Just permanently bombing the Pack's burner on your back, as well as the name of the one you belong to, so every other bullshit outfit in the city knows who they're fucking with if they think of fucking with you."

I felt myself get erect when he said that. So, this was it, I was in. I was going to be a member of the Pack from now on. I wasn't just a random New Yorker on the streets anymore, I was an enforcer, ready to die for my master and warlord.

"You'll earn more tats the more you do your part serve me and the Pack as a whole," he added, finishing up inking my back.

I couldn't wait to start wearing the rest of my colors from now on and patrol all of Greenwich with the rest of the pups.

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A week later, I was fully integrated into the Pack. I was given a sexy red and black leather harness and collar, some fingerless gloves with the same colors, some hot black leather boots, and a wooden paddle to carry on my waistband when things got tough.

I walked down the streets of Greenwich, in my new pup mask, collar, and harness. Feeling real tough now with my fellow pups at my side on patrol with me. Tonight we were tasked with collecting protection from the different sex shops that owed us.

We hopped on the subway, which was one of the few areas of the city that was basically universally agreed to be neutral territory. We saw a few other gangs there heading to other various spots of the city. The Savage Huns, a couple of the Orphans, the Van Cortlandt Rangers, and a group of the Warriors.

One of them had a stereo tuned in to the radio station that kept tabs on all the street news related to the different gangs in the city in between music. The female DJ began the next update of news once the song ended.

"Alright boppers [[DF9]general term the DJ uses to refer to the gangs as a collective whole], it's time for the news. It seems the Lizzies and the Punks spilled some blood the other night, after one of the members of the Punks made some unwanted advances on a friend of the Lizzies. Best to keep those hands or paws to yourself from now on, babies.

"Update from the ongoing story out of Brooklyn. It seems the Jones Street Boys still haven't found their member who went missing last week, last seen in the Pack's territory. One thing is clear, if the Pack knows something, they ain't telling.

"Speaking of, it looks like the Pack inducted a new pup into their army last week, and released a special video of his initiation today, selling it at various adult stores and clubs around the city. Word on the streets is it's a pretty sexy tape, and if you wanna see it, you'd better head down to participating vendors now, because it sounds like this one has a good chance of selling out."

I noticed one of the Orphans gave us a dirty look, but I just responded with taunting smirk and a tilt of my head back. I didn't need the approval of a lame ass outfit like them. All the other pups around me made me feel pretty proud of that announcement on from the DJ, with some of them firmly slapping my shoulders with praise, and at least one sneaking a little grope on my ass.

"That's all for now, boppers," the DJ concluded. "Now, back to the music."

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