Collared
When the door to his prison cell opened, Jaren looked up and saw the same officers who'd dealt with him the past seven times since his capture. The same people who had lashed him with a whip coated with silver to get answers out of him. Answers that, thus far, Jaren had been able to keep to himself. Huddled in the corner of his dark cell, Jaren stood up immediately as though to tell the officers that he was already awake. They would've kicked him until he rose if he hadn't.
As Jaren stood up, at his height and build, it was obvious that even if the spell cast on the fortress had not prevented him from shifting into his werewolf form, he would have still been able to at least kill off one of them with his bare hands. It was a feat that would not help earn his freedom, but it was one that he hoped would have encouraged his captors to kill him rather than treat him with the insult of being locked away in a cage like an animal.
He had done it once already. It made no difference. The others only knocked him out, and the officer that he had killed was only replaced the next day. And the whipping and torture still continued. It was no use- they knew that he was a General and thus, too valuable to simply kill off.
"Hello, officers," Jaren said mockingly. "Are you going to tickle me again today?" It was a challenge he found himself repeating every time they came in. At first, it was because he needed to convince himself that he would be able to endure whatever they threw at him. At this point, however, with all the marks showing on his bare back, Jaren knew for certain that despite what pain they put him through- it would never be enough to break him.
"Not today, monster. General Helios arrived on the battlefield yesterday, with more troops from the King. They've beaten your troops back to a retreat. Tonight he will attend to you personally, seeing that physical torture has failed. Perhaps magickal torture will loosen your tongue," one of the officers said.
The very mention of Helios made Jaren's eyes widen. So he had finally arrived. When he had first been captured, they had told him that he was only being kept alive under General Helios' orders. They said that if they failed to get the information they wanted out of him, Helios would definitely succeed where they had failed. Jaren had heard a lot about Helios. The human had a reputation for being one of the most talented magi in the human army, being in fact, the only one of King Tygras' generals who was a mage. Human magi were generally not known to ascend military ranks very easily, due to the prejudices other higher officers had towards them. There weren't many magi who served the military to begin with- most opted to devote their lives to studying magick rather than take part in the wars of their less gifted kin.
It was a shame, Jaren thought to himself as the officers led him out of the cell at spearpoint. He had hoped to meet Helios in full armor on the battlefield, not manacled and chained up, clad in only a flimsy loincloth like a prisoner.
On the bright side, he knew that this was the last obstacle. When Helios failed to get the information they wanted out of him, perhaps they would finally kill him.
They led him out of the fortress dungeons, past the many stone hallways towards the central tower. The stable hands, servants and knights alike jeered at him as they passed. Jaren kept his head held high. As much as they looked down on him, as much as they hated him, he knew that his kind would still win this war. The retreat that the officers had mentioned was only a ruse- a plan that Jaren and the other generals had made since before the war. The real army was behind the mountains, through a valley which the soldiers would inevitably cross if they tried to pursue the first wave of attackers. That was where it would all end, and his kind would be able to keep their freedom until the humans chose to try another invasion again.
"You won't look so proud once Helios is done with you," the officer behind Jaren said coldly.
This only caused Jaren's smile to widen. Even after almost a millennia of being enemies, the humans still just didn't understand. The werewolves were warriors, trained since birth. And no amount of pain would ever cause them to break their oaths, their loyalty. Because their kinship was beyond the simple words human knights recited when they took up their arms. The bond of wolves was in the blood.
If this was the last thing that they could throw at him, Jaren was in truth, walking towards freedom.
It was a steep climb up the tower- Jaren managed it easier than the bumbling fools in armor. At the end was a single door which the officers stopped before, and motioned for him to go in. From the outside, Jaren could hear the sound of music from inside the room, strings of a harp, if he guessed correctly.
"You're not coming to laugh?" Jaren asked curiously.
"There's plenty of time for that later," one of the officers said with a grin. "Besides, this is something we'd rather not watch."
That statement made Jaren stop and think. The officers had never shrunk away from the sight of him being tortured before. They had revelled in it. What could Helios do that would be so bad that they wouldn't want to witness it?
His heart pounding, Jaren opened the door and stepped in.
The room was a large circular one, and, judging by the look of it as soon as he stepped in, it was a private chamber, a bedroom of sorts. There was a four post bed at the center of the room, and the rest was furniture- a writing desk, a bookshelf, a marble statue fashioned in the likeness of some human hero Jaren did not recognize, a cupboard- no torture devices. None that he could see anyway. The torchlight was dim, and the windows revealed that it was stormy outside. The music was louder now, now that he was in the same room. Looking towards the bed again, his eyes confirmed that the instrument was a harp, played by a young man who could have been about five to ten years younger than Jaren. This man was draped in a simple loincloth as well, which drove Jaren to the conclusion that he was not a castle servant- he was a slave. It was despicable that humans did this to each other, and it shamed him more to realize that the attire he himself was in now was identical to that of a human slave.
At least they had not collared him the way the slave before him was.
"Jaren Windrunner."
Jaren's eyes were immediately drawn away from the harpist to the open balcony, from which a figure stepped in from the rain. Dressed only in a simple dressing robe, the man was taller and more muscular than any other human he'd met before- if it weren't for the telltale human scent, Jaren might have mistook him for a werewolf. Jaren hadn't imagined him to look so...daunting. Despite Helios' reputation, the fact that he was a mage had always made Jaren imagine the thin, lanky robed men and women who crumbled when the werewolves got past the knights who defended them and engaged them up close. But then Helios wasn't just a mage, after all, Jaren reminded himself. The fact that he was a general meant that he must have talent in the field of close combat as well. It was a shame that there weren't many other magi like him. The humans would truly be a force to fear if such were the case.
Judging by the long, graying hair on the man's head and his facial features, Jaren assumed that the human was in his late forties. And yet the strength in his blue eyes, the perfect form of his body, and the confidence he radiated as he strode into the room told Jaren that he would be as deadly an opponent now as he would have been ten or twenty years ago.
"General Helios, I presume," Jaren replied simply. "I only wish we had met under better circumstances."
"You mean in a condition where we would both be armoured and carrying swords?" Helios replied, his deep voice sounding amused. "Yes, I would have hoped that we could have met under those circumstances too. But these circumstances are to my liking as well." At this, he turned to the harpist and said, "Go and stand in there by the windows. Do not leave until I tell you to."
The harpist stood up immediately and did as he was told. As he reached the curtains, he turned and stood still by the window, facing the room. He kept silent the whole time, the expression no his face unreadable. What struck Jaren as eerie was how he stood- the man was completely still, as though his body had completely frozen stiff without any instructions. It reminded him of a statue, or a puppet. What kind of training had that slave undergone to have been mentally broken that way?
"Now, Jaren, tonight we are going to have a little discussion, and by the end of it, I am going to have whatever battle plans you have, that...and a lot more," Helios said.
"I wouldn't count on that," Jaren replied defiantly. "In case you haven't noticed, your men have already tried. And they tried hard enough."
Helios' eyes fell on the scars on Jaren's back as he circled around the werewolf, slowly, calmly, as though sizing up his prey. "Yes, well it's a pity they scarred you that way. They never believe them when I tell them it doesn't work. All it does in the end is leave unpleasant marks on you."
At this, Helios ran his hands over Jaren's back without touching the skin. The scars vanished as the hand passed, causing a chill to run up Jaren's spine. Though he couldn't see it, he could feel it. This mage was more powerful than Jaren thought he would be.
"Well you see, Jaren," Helios sighed as he walked back towards the bed, sitting on it. "The methods I employ are much less painful, though the effects will be more adverse and permanent. Do not worry, however, happiness like you have never known before awaits you at the end."
"Then you will be the one to kill me yourself?" Jaren asked.
At this, Helios laughed. "They always assume I'm talking about sending them to heaven," he said. "But no matter, it will all become clearer soon enough. Come here, Jaren."
Jaren did not see the harm in doing so, and so he walked over towards the bed as well, standing in front of the human general without a hint of fear on his face.
"I don't suppose you would oblige me by telling me what I want to know now, would you?" Helios asked.
Jaren did not answer. He merely stared back at the human with contempt.
A smile broke on Helios' face. "Well that's good, then. Because I was going to rip the answers out of you anyway," he said. As he said this, he chanted something Jaren could not hear under his breath, and the next thing Jaren knew, he was flung violently back into the air, slamming against the wall behind him. A kind of invisible force held him pinned to the wall, spreading his arms and legs as leather straps materialized, binding them to the wall. A fifth leather strap went across his waist, right above his loincloth.
'It's about time he started,' Jaren thought to himself, still eyeing his captor. As Helios started walking over to him, he did something Jaren did not forsee-
He let his robes slide off, revealing his complete and naked form. There was an amulet hanging by a gold chain round his neck, dangling in front of the partially rain and sweat soaked mat of white hair on his broad, powerful chest. The amulet was a simple white stone, encrusted into the iris of a golden, eye-shaped pendant. A tattoo ran around the trunk of his left thigh- they appeared to be runes of some sort. But apart from that, the human general was baring everything to him, walking towards him with a smile that made his blood run cold.
"I don't think you've seen one of these stones before, have you little wolf?" the general asked, now standing too close for comfort. As he said this, Jaren looked down again at the stone before looking back at the general, not obliging an answer. The answer was a no, but that was what the werewolf was afraid of. He did not know what it was meant to do.
"It's a Memory Stone," the general explained. "Tonight, it is going to siphon off your memories. The more it takes from you, the darker it'll get. When it turns black, it will mean that you've become empty. All your memories will belong to me."
Alarmed now, the werewolf immediately looked away from the amulet, shutting his eyes. He had heard before of stones that were capable of entrancing those who gazed upon them. As long as he did not stare at it, he decided, he would be fine.
He heard the general chuckle with amusement.
"Yes, it would appear that you are quite clever. The stone does have the ability to entrance those who stare at it for too long. If I had managed to do that, there would be no need to take your memories, I could just ask and you would tell me everything. There would be no need to restrain you, either. You would become a puppet, obeying my every command."
And this was when the human ripped off his loincloth.
"But that wasn't exactly what I had in mind for tonight," he grinned. Before Jaren could utter even a single protest, the human had grabbed him by his cock, firmly, hardly.
The restraints around him were so tight that Jaren could barely move, let alone struggle. Horrified by what the human had done, he opened his eyes and glared back at the human's face. "Let me go," he growled.
"You are not in any position to make demands, wolf," the human replied with a sadistic grin. "Now tell me, are you still a virgin?"
"Our men are real men," Jaren spat back. "We only bed our female mates."
"Real men?" Helios laughed. "Then it appears that I have a lot to teach you." And at this, the human started pumping his member, stroking it to full attention until it touched the human's own aching erection despite Jaren's futile protests. As much as Jaren struggled to occupy his mind with other thoughts, the human's physical ministrations prevented him from doing so. The human's expert fingers trailed along the length of his member, making him shiver.
"So you do have a mate waiting for you back home," Helios said suddenly. Jaren's eyes widened with surprise- how did he know?
"Can you remember the last thing she told you before you left?" Helios asked.
He did. Or at least, he thought he did. Every night before he closed his eyes in his prison cell, he would think of that rainy day when they had marched off. She had looked at him, proud and strong and said-
And suddenly there was a gaping hole. Try as he might, he could not remember. As his eyes fell on the stone, he saw that there was single black fleck at its center.
"With every ounce of pleasure your body receives, a small piece of your memory will flow out of your body into the stone," Helios whispered huskily, his mouth breathing hot breath onto Jaren's ear. "When I'm done with you, wolf, there will be nothing left. I had contemplated just entrancing you, letting you tell me what I want, then make you plunge a dagger into your own heart..."
The human's hands trailed down to Jaren's naked buttocks, caressing them gently.
"But the ride here was long, and you have such a beautiful body, my little wolf. I think I will keep you," Helios said.
For the first time since his capture, Jaren felt truly and utterly terrified. The perversion, the blasphemy that the man was committing on him was terrible enough, and now Jaren was facing the prospect of being put through it his whole life, forever enslaved to this human. His desperation increased, so did his protests as the man continued stroking his member, trailing wet kisses over his left ear. He was even ready to beg, but it was all for naught. The man happily ignored him, continuing to shower his body with blasphemous carnal pleasures that he did not ask for.
"I have to hold on to my memories!" Jaren thought desperately as Helios shifted his attention to his left nipple, catching it between his teeth and nibbling softly. But by the time he decided to latch on to the memory of his mate to pull him through, he managed to grasp at it once- 'Mara', then it was gone.
Helios drank in the lost look on his captive's face as he gave the nipple one last lick. "I have her name now, little wolf. It's a name you'll never hear again. Now give me her face- and every last memory you have of her."
And at this, he turned his attention to his other nipple. He paused every now and then to declare what he got with each simpering moan from the werewolf. "Her face...*nibble* her scent... *nibble* the first time you saw her... *nibble* your first mating... That's it, little wolf, give her away. After tonight, you will love and worship only me."
By the time he stopped and drew himself back up so that their faces were level, he kissed him softly on the cheek before whispering, "Poor little wolf. There's nothing you can hide from me."
"P...please..." was the only protest Jaren could manage now. His body was betraying him, and there was nothing he could do about it. Try as he might to convince himself that these sensations were not pleasure, he could not stop himself from moaning at the human's expert touches and caresses. It was beautiful, fantastic. And although he could not compare what was being done to him now to what he had with his mate since those memories were robbed from him, he knew that nothing had ever felt as truly fantastic as this.
"I have you now, little wolf," Helios whispered, kissing down at the wolf's neck, biting once, twice before withdrawing, squeezing Jaren's member in his right hand and drinking in Jaren's lustful moan and memories all at once. "You saw the harpist, just now? He is a werewolf too- I'll bet you didn't know that. I taught him how to play, among other things. I will be teaching you some things too, my pet. Although I can play the harp and the pan pipes, the instrument I play best of all is the one between my fingers..."
He stroked again, slowly, powerfully, drawing even more moans from the werewolf.
"That's it, pet, sing for me," Helios grinned. And at this, the human got down on his knees before the captive werewolf. "You are now my most treasured instrument."
And as Jaren felt the human's wet, warm mouth enclose around his member, he began to feel like an instrument too, felt his flesh become an extension of the human's prowess as the human began to suck with a ferocity that sent his mind reeling. Both of the human's fingers snaked around behind his buttocks and began prying their way in- an assault from both ends, and Jaren was helpless to prevent it. His transformation from a person, a proud warrior into a mindless instrument of flesh continued despite his best attempts to prevent it. All the things he tried to grab for- his training, his family, his friends, they all flowed away like water as the stone on the human's amulet darkened.
By the time the member left the human's mouth, right at the edge when Jaren thought he was about to lose it all in one final dizzying climax, Jaren couldn't even remember why he was here to begin with. How he had gotten into this predicament. His memories as a soldier too were all gone. All that remained were his basic childhood memories and the firm knowledge that he was not supposed to be here. That he was meant to resist this man to the very end.
Helios licked at the single drop of precum that had formed at the tip of Jaren's member before he rose up, cradling the amulet in his hands.
"Almost empty, aren't you my poor little pet?" Helios smiled triumphantly. The stone was now a very dark shade of gray, Jaren saw, though for the life of him he couldn't remember why it was significant. In his reflection, he saw that while the stone was darkening, his eyes were beginning to turn whiter. Emptier.
"That's it, pet, look at the stone," Helios whispered.
Jaren never stood a chance. Fixing his already blank gaze on the stone, he watched in silence as the human moved back, swaying left and right, left and right. And all Jaren could do was watch, watch and listen as his eyelids started to droop. "That's it, pet...watch and listen. It feels so good to listen. Listen, and relax..."
As Jaren's head started to slump forward, Helios moved back in, pushing his whole body against Jaren's as he whispered in the werewolf's ear. "You like listening to my voice. You like listening to my voice, don't you?"
"...I...I like..." Jaren slurred. It was good enough for Helios.
"Now I know you may suddenly find it hard to think, but you don't have to worry, because Master's here to do the thinking for you, pet. My words are your thoughts," Helios continued.
"Your words...my thoughts..."
"You're still trying to resist, pet. Deep inside. A good pet doesn't resist. I want you to gather all that resistance in one tight ball inside your head, and as I rub myself against you, you will feel that resistance slipping away... When it's gone completely, I want you to tell me that you are ready. Is that understood?"
"...yes..."
"Yes, Master," Helios corrected.
"Yes Master," Jaren whispered back.
At this, Helios pressed his powerful, stiff erection against the werewolf's, and grabbed on to the entranced captive's thighs before he started grinding their erections against each other. Slowly, at first, but soon it continued to a pace which had them both moaning and breathing heavily against each other- Jaren's eyes growing more and more whiter. The more Jaren's resistance fell, the louder his moans got until Helios pressed his mouth to his, and, lost in that sea of ecstasy, he let his Master in. Drinking in every sensation his Master gave to him, he savored the feel of the human's tongue crashing against the roof of his mouth, teasing his own tongue, and soon he found himself kissing back.
When the kiss finally ended, and the Master pulled away, Jaren panted the words, "I'm ready, Master."
"Very good, pet," Helios said, petting his head. "Then now it's time for you to get your reward."
At this, the straps that held Jaren to the ceiling melted away and the werewolf fell forward into Helios' strong embrace. The human led the werewolf over to the bed where he lay the werewolf down.
"This is the final threshold, my little pet," Helios said. "This is where Jaren fades away."
The werewolf silently allowed the human to raise his legs up, pulling his buttocks over to the human's aching erection, now dripping obscenely with precum. And without mercy, the human plowed in, earning a shout of pain and surprise from the werewolf, but not enough to break him out of the trance.
"That's right, Jaren, savor it, the feel of my warm, powerful cock embedded deep inside you. It's a feeling you will hunger for every waking moment of your life after tonight."
And at this Helios started thrusting, deeper and deeper, harder and harder into the werewolf's tight virgin ass. He accentuated each thrust with the word 'Mine', repeating it over and over as he pumped Jaren's cock in time to his thrusts with his hands. He drank in the look of powerful, undiluted lust in the werewolf's eyes as the werewolf started to move in time to his thrusts. And in those whitening eyes, Helios watched what was once Jaren melt and fade away, leaving in its place a hungry, lustful body that only wanted more.
Jaren closed his eyes and shouted at the top of his lungs as he came, spurting his essence over his own belly, chest and face, Helios came almost immediately after, moaning softly as he flooded his new pet with his seed, forever marking him.
By the time Jaren opened his eyes, they were completely white.
Helios pulled out slowly, caressing the flesh instrument before him as he pulled off the now black amulet and set it on the bedside table. "You've been very good tonight," he whispered to the living, breathing body. "Now sleep."
And they did, wrapped in each other's arms as the storm outside raged on.
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"Ah, so you're awake."
The werewolf awoke to find sunlight lancing in through the windows. As he looked over the source of the voice, he saw Helios, sitting in an armchair facing the bed. There were three people around him, all slaves in collars and loincloths. Two men were kissing and licking at his hands while the third, a woman was suckling furiously at his cock. Empty and unable to feel anything, the werewolf just watched.
"Leave us," Helios commanded the three slaves, and they did, slinking off into the shadows of the room, blank looks on their faces.
"I have been thinking of what I should put inside you. Whether I should keep you blank like the rest of my harem, or whether I should give you a new personality. I have decided on the best use for you, pet, so come here and kneel at my feet."
Mindlessly, the pet did as it was told.
"Drink from me, pet, and I will feed you who you will be from now on, giving your formless, clay mind its new and final shape," Helios commanded.
The pet lowered its mouth onto Helios' throbbing cock as ordered. As the first drop of precum touched his tongue, a spark erupted in his mind, and the first thing that came was that he enjoyed the scent and taste of his Master's manhood, enjoyed being here between his thighs and his nose buried in powerful, musky pubic hair.
It spurred him on to suckle and lick, egged on by the man's gentle carreses on his head, cooing sweet words of encouragement.
As the wolf continued to suck, Helios reached over as one of the slaves passed him a leather collar, identical to the ones worn by the others. The human general wrapped it around the wolf's neck, and the wolf felt his own cock instantly harden from the feeling of leather against his bare skin. It was one of the new pieces of identity that were being fed to him.
When his Master came with a roar, the pet sucked every last drop greedily, shuddering as his new personality took root.
"Welcome to your new life, Dog," Helios said as his pet took his mouth off his master's limp penis, looking up at him with adoring eyes. Filled again, his eyes had returned to their original deep brown color.
"Good morning, Master," Dog replied plainly, returning his master's smile.
"Shift for me," Helios commanded.
And Dog did so- the leather collar allowing him to transform within the boundaries of the fortress. Falling on all fours, his whole naked body sprouted fur as a tail formed and his face elongated into a lupine muzzle.
"Arf!" Dog barked happily. In this form he wasn't allowed to speak though once upon a time, he would have been able to. But that was a past life now.
"Good boy," Helios said, and Dog felt himself swell with pride. And at that he curled up at his Master's feet and laid his head down to continue sleeping while his Master reached over to a bedside table and grabbed the amulet from last night which he started to examine with great detail. Happy and content, this form would be one that Dog would keep all day except when his Master demanded it of him. He was an animal, after all, and deserved nothing more.
Still he felt so very lucky that his Master had chosen to keep him. In time, the rest of his kind would be subjected to slavery as well, but no one could possibly be as lucky as him.