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It was a warm summer's day, the air moved swiftly and deftly across my skin as the warm breeze brought a cooling sensation throughout my body. As I looked around where I was standing in the middle of the city, I could tell that the sun was beginning to set as the once bright sky slowly started to dim. Being that I lived in the suburb of my metropolitan area, I knew it would take me a decent amount of time to get home since it was a good forty-five minutes outside of the city, but being in the heart of it... it would be at least an hour before I got home if I started driving right this moment. However, I also knew that my car was at least fifteen minutes away from me on foot. I sighed coming to this realization simply for the fact that I came out here to meet a guy for a date... a date that was a blind date since my friend set me up with him. Having been out and unafraid to talk about my homosexuality if asked kind of opened a new set of doors for me where friends have all been trying to get me dating and in a relationship with another guy. While it has been appreciated, the majority of blind dates that I have been on have all been bad. It is either: I get stood up, the other guy is late or we simply don't click. I am not sure what the problem is since all my female friends tell me that I am an attractive guy and other friends of mine, who are all straight men, comment that they would go out with me if they were gay. Hearing this all of the time by no means gets my head over inflated or gets me to think that my shit doesn't stink, but it does dishearten me a bit to hear all of the wonderful comments while nothing has ever happened positively in that realm. I always have to wonder if everyone is just being nice to me or if they mean it. Hell... I have always been a humble person and hearing things like that makes me uncomfortable since I don't think any of that is true. I see myself as a nice, ordinary, average and plain guy who likes men sexually. Nothing more... nothing less. However, I do have a few... "oddities" about me, but hey... I know that if I didn't... there would be something wrong with me since there is no one out there that is "normal" because there is no such thing. We all have our likes and dislikes, which no one can ever truly take away from us, and it is this that makes us all unique while adding to the conglomeration of humanity and its normalcy.

As I stood there for a little while, contemplating if I was going to head home or if I was just going to have a night out on me so that this trip wasn't wasted and all for naught, I lost track of time and the sun was setting beneath the cityscape as the lights started to flicker on and the city began to glow. It was as if there was a total transformation from the city's daytime personality to the night-time, which seemed to be far more vibrant and jovial compared to the humdrum of the day. Lights began to glow, dull at first from the interfering light of the sun, but slowly started to take on a vibrancy of their own as the sun continued to set. Suddenly I heard a faint flicker of neon lights coming to life, probably due to a sign more than likely advertising some sort of popular brand of beer, which also meant there was a bar or some other drinking establishment nearby. Considering that I had nothing else to do, pressing or not, I decided to head in the direction of the sound while the glow of the light slowly came into view. Slowly, as I walked toward the light, I fiddled inside of my pockets, wondering what kind of place I would stumble upon and if it would even be worth the time spent. I shrugged my shoulders and continued on, knowing that if I didn't explore, I wouldn't find out. As I got closer, I noticed that there were a variation of vibrant colors of light and I realized that I was walking toward the end of a dead-end alleyway. Even though most would find this to be precarious, I smiled because it was my lucky day, considering that bars that catered to my type of clientele were usually hidden away like a secret for people like me to stumble upon and feel safe going in and out of. Even though gay bashings were a rarity... they still happened, but not when a gay bar was this off the beaten path. As I walked closer, I looked up and noticed the name of the bar... "Luna's". 'What a strange name' I thought to myself, shrugging my shoulders and kept walking. I figured it was a play on the night or something of that sort and really paid it no mind. Getting closer to the door, I noticed that it was kind of plain and off putting, so to speak.

The front of the establishment was nothing more than a brick wall and a wooden door to the left with a wooden alcove surrounding it offering a sort of protection if the weather was misbehaving. What was most off putting about it was that there were no windows... only the door, the alcove and the couple neon signs. I thought it was weird considering that I thought all buildings needed at least a large pane window to get out of in case of emergencies. However, I also considered the fact that it was a gay bar that catered to gay men and allowed us all a certain level of privacy. As I walked closer to the door, I started to feel a bit nervous as my stomach began to growl while it tossed and turned as if a gaggle of butterflies entered my stomach and was fluttering around while trying to escape. What was making me nervous, other than the one door and no windows, was the fact that there were no vehicles parked nearby nor was there any noticeable foot traffic in or out of the building. It was like Luna's was placed here just for me to stumble upon, but thinking like that was like a crazy person believing that an invisible person told them to do some terrible crime against humanity. I really didn't know what to do or think, but at the same time my curiosity was screaming at me... urging me to go inside and live a little. When I came to stand just outside of the door, I sighed and grasped the metal pull handle, then pulled the door open toward me. Once the door was open, I saw that there was a small room for people to step into to allow for inclement weather not to affect the patrons inside. As the first door closed behind me, I noticed that the interior room was lowly lit, as if to give off a sunset atmosphere... matching the current time of the day. What was more interesting was that the side walls were covered in a mural of a dense forest, a night time sky and a huge full moon painted on the door. I grinned to myself, enjoying that they followed the motif and thought that it was smart for the owner to do what he or she did to preserve such a fantastic paint job. If this were outside, the elements would end up destroying the hard work and the beautiful painting that had to be unique to the establishment. As I stood there for a second, admiring the painting and taking it all in, I felt an odd sensation... almost like a pull for me to go in more. It was a sense of curiosity, but strangely enough... it felt like I belonged there and the level of anxiety that I had felt earlier had completely faded away. I had no concerns, no reservations and I was ready to take a leap to be able to enjoy myself for once. Something told me though that the night had only just begun and the bad experience I just had was no longer going to matter once I stepped through those doors. It was like that deep inner voice that just kept telling me everything was going to be ok and that everything happened for a reason. A part of me... the deep part that felt drawn to this place, knew that my being stood up on the blind date was exactly what I needed in order to bring me to the place I was in now.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I composed myself and pushed the door open with the palm of my hand. As the door gave way, I was immediately met with a cool air conditioned air and the familiar sights, sounds and smells of a bar's interior. I smiled as if I was somehow reassured that this was just another normal bar even though it seemed far from normal. As I stepped in, I immediately took a survey of my surroundings, noting where everything was and how big the place was just in case that was a necessary bit of information that might be required later for some unknown reason. The bar was surprisingly large, both in square footage as well as height, but the height was what was a bit stranger than anything else. The space was quite large and open. Just by eyeing the place, I would have to guess that it was a hundred square feet by a hundred square feet, but the ceiling clearance was near twenty-five to thirty feet high. The large, square room was sectioned off into four equal sized quadrants that all served its own purpose. The section where I was standing was for the bar, considering the bar counter was a few feet to the left of where I stood and ran the length of its respective fifty foot by fifty foot quadrant. The bar was a standard bar with what looked to be black granite counter-tops, a half circle edge overhanging the base of the bar by ten feet, giving the patrons plenty of room to fit their legs under the bar comfortably. The counter top itself was fifteen feet in width with a brass rail raised above the bar by five inches or so, which looked to be used as a separation between patron and bartender. However, as I stood there in surveying things, I watched the bartender pour a drink for an average built patron, who was also not bad to look at, but didn't quite stir me one way or the other and put it on the bar and slid it down along the rail to where the patron was sitting. I grinned inwardly at the thought that it seemed multi-purposed, but the separation thing was purely my own assumption. Directly in front of the bar were several large round wooden tables with several wooden chairs around each to seat several patrons at once. In the quadrant directly across the bar area, there were several booths lined against both walls, a large round booth in the corner and a fireplace adorned along the wall that separated that quadrant from the next. In the same quadrant where the booths were, there were several posh upholstered chairs in "X" shaped patterns with a circular, low to the ground, wooden coffee table for the patrons to place their drinks upon if they so chose. In the next quadrant over there was four green felt covered pool tables with several higher sitting chairs and tables, as well as the typical instruments to shoot pool, for spectators or players to sit and relax while watching whoever was up to shoot. In the quadrant directly to my right were dart machines side by side for several people to throw darts. Hell... within feet from where I stood was a pin board that was used to put up rosters for what was probably league or individual tournament rosters. Also, between the area for pool and darts was a large cutout and hall which led to the storage room, the bathroom, the dish washing station and storage. It seemed that this place only served up alcohol, men and good old clean fun. What was refreshing about it, other than it being familiar and comfortable, was that the air smelled of alcohol and cologne or aftershave. It smelled like a haven for men.

Having stood there for what seemed like minutes to me must have been quite some time since I suddenly heard someone shout out in my direction. To anyone that was in there, which there were only a few men there even though the place could potentially house more than a couple hundred guys, I must have stood out like a bump on a log. Hearing the voice, my attention perked and I turned my head to look in the general direction where the sound came from. To my delight the bartender was standing at the side of the bar closest to me, leaning over, his large and meaty hands clasped together with his fingers interwoven while he looked at me with a smile. The bartender, whom I noticed briefly earlier, was much more of a looker than the patron he had served a short time ago. He was six feet tall, short chestnut brown hair that was gelled and spiked, seriously built like a pro power-lifter or defensive lineman on a football team, a short and neatly groomed yet styled beard, with thick brown hairs densely covering his forearms up to the middle of his very thick and powerful biceps. His face was something out of a male model shoot, perfect, sexy and alluring in every way. His smile was nice, his teeth were straight and pearly white, but something also seemed a bit off. I noticed that his bicuspids on both the bottom and top sets were slightly longer and sharper than any other person's that I had ever seen before. Then... he spoke... and that was it for me. His voice was moderately deep, manly and comforting... so much so that it made me feel right at ease being around him and made me weak in the knees. Honestly, it was as if I was back in school and I was like a school girl swooning over some hunky guy she saw around the building. Then, snapping me back to the world we live in, he cleared his throat and before he spoke, my eyes took focus on him and I smiled.

"Hey... there you are. You seemed lost for a second." The bartender said nicely.

"Yeah... I kind of get like that when I come to a new place. I take in the surroundings and everything else stops existing in my mind for a short time." I said to him plainly.

"Well... I was about to say you look new and that I Have never seen you around here, but you just confirmed that thought for me. What brings you here to us friend?" He asked cordially.

"Honestly, I had a bad night so far. I was supposed to have a blind date with a guy a friend of mine set up for me, but he was a no show and I waited for him for a short time. I was really looking forward to it because of how my friend talked him up. I was on my way to my car in the parking compound on the other side of the city and I found myself drawn to this place." I said while I scratched the back of my head with my right hand, palm resting on my hair and skull, fingers doing all of the work.

The bartender smiled warmly and chuckled lightly. "Yeah... this place does have a strange way of doing that to people. That's Luna's for you, always calling to people that belong here." He said, chuckling more. "The name is Wayne. Some people around here call me Alpha. Others call me Alpha Wayne, but you can just call me Wayne." Wayne said gently.

"Nice to meet you Wayne... Nate." I said as I extended my hand to shake his.

Wayne extended his muscled and thick extremity, grasping my hand firmly and gave me a nice, good and firm handshake. It was the kind of thing that one man gave another to show his strength, virility and manliness... a bit of an art form really, one that was lost over time due to trends and kids coming up with newer and newer ways of greeting someone. Hell... now a-days it was just a nod of the head to give personal acknowledgment with no human touch to it at all.

"So Wayne..." I said with a pause, continuing to find out exactly what he meant. "What do you mean that this place draws people here? What do you mean by people that belong? This is just a bar... isn't it?" I asked sounding slightly concerned.

"Well... yeah... it is just a bar Nate, but at the same time I like to think of it as a home away from home. Hell... all of the people that come in here are like family to me since most have been coming here days on end for years. People that belong here just have a way of finding this place. Also, by people that belong, I mean those that don't have a family of their own or a significant other to spend time with at home. It's really a hard thing to describe, but I can tell by your body language... you know exactly what I am trying to get at... don'cha?" Wayne said softly and comfortingly.

"Yeah... I know what you mean. It is just really weird to hear that kind of word usage when you come to a strange new place like this and you even felt like you were drawn in here." I said with a light smile.

Wayne nodded. "So... what can I get for you since this hasn't been one of your best nights?"

"Well... something good, something alcoholic and something that is kinda strong to give me a buzz after a drink or two." I said with a slight, but hearty chuckle.

"I think I have just the thing for you!" Wayne said as he extended his hand outward, offering me a seat.

"Great... although... how much is it?" I asked.

"Oh... you don't have to worry about that. Drinks are on me tonight. A guy that is as attractive as you are should not have to be stood up or have bad luck like you are." Wayne said, his voice was a bit lower since his back was turned to me as he was making the drink.

I couldn't believe the words that he said. A guy like him finding an average schmuck like me attractive! It was as if I was in a dream that only my mind could even concoct! I was in total disbelief, but at the same time I was flattered and honestly happy that he saw me the way that he did. With my low self-esteem and self-confidence, I was no stranger to not going after something or someone I want. In fact, most often guys like him just passed me by without so much as a second glance. As I started to find myself lost in my own thoughts again, Wayne stood tall and set the glass of liquor in front of me and smiled. As I reached out to grab it, he extended the pointer finger of his left hand, which I immediately took to tell me to wait a second. I nodded and he stooped down, grabbing three different bottles of liquor, bringing them to sit directly next to my glass of booze.

"What is this?" I asked inquisitively. Wayne smiled.

"Oh... well this is your choice in additives. All three will make your drink stronger and stiffer, but each one has a different strength to them." Wayne said as he put his meaty hand on the top of the first bottle that was corked. "This one... for instance is called 'The Enforcer'. This is the strongest of the three and has the biggest impact on those that drink it." He continued, then placed his hand on the middle bottle in the same fashion. "This is called 'The Beta' which packs slightly less of a punch than the first, but it will serve you decently regardless." Wayne said with a grin then extending his hand to the third and final additive bottle. "This one is 'The Omega' which is the weakest of the three and it is for those who want to be 'a lone wolf'." Wayne finished with a grin.

I sat there for a moment, looking the bottles up and down, moving between them and wondering what I would be getting myself into after ingesting one or several of these additives. Looking at "The Enforcer" the bottle was tall and skinny, much like a wine bottle, with clear glass and thick white liquid contained inside. To me... it looked like milk, cream or even Piña Colada mix. The second and middle bottle had the same type of liquid, but diluted maybe half way and was partially see through. The third and final bottle was the same as well, just lighter and thinner. It was really an easy choice for me, it was almost a no-brainer. With the day and night that I had, I needed something strong and "The Enforcer" was definitely going to be it for me.

"You know Wayne... with the way things have gone for me lately, I think I will have 'The Enforcer' added to my drink!" I said cheerfully and with a grin.

Wayne grinned back at me and I could have sworn his teeth lengthened and thickened, but that couldn't be right... it had to be part of my imagination playing with me, making me see things. I quickly dismissed it like I hadn't even seen it.

"You won't be disappointed Nate! I had a funny feeling you weren't the kind of guy for the other two. Those are for weaker men and you are definitely not weak, not to mention... something tells me that you have a lot of strength in you!" Wayne said with his strangely toothy grin while he opened the bottle and started pouring.

I watched as the bourbon glass that was half filled with the base liquor of his choosing started to fill the rest of the way with the additive. I wondered just how much he was going to pour in, but he quickly gave me a look that silently said "tell me when". As the liquid neared the brim, I nodded my head and he grinned even wider. Something told me that he was not only impressed, but this was going to be an even more interesting night.

"My... you are an adventurous drinker... aren't you?" Wayne asked with his toothy grin, the one he has had for the last few minutes, breaking and then returning.

"I told you, I can hold my liquor. Hell... I have alcoholic beverage consuming genetics in me and it takes a good lot to make me drunk." I said raising my glass to him carefully so not to spill a single drop.

As I brought the drink to my mouth, a strange scent filled my nostrils and yet familiar to me. It was a strong, pungent, but comforting smell that I had known my whole life since I was not a city boy and I was in the woods often hunting with my father or working with him to help provide for the family when I was young. Having first smelled it, glad that I went with the strongest of the three, I brought the liquid to my lips for a quick, cursory taste to see if I would like it or not. Hell... even if I didn't like it, I was not about to waste it either... I just wouldn't get another fill. As the somewhat thick liquid, which was thinned out by the base booze, touched my lips and flowed over my tongue my eyes went wide. To give myself time to enjoy what I drank and process it all, I lowered the glass carefully to the bar counter and savored the somewhat thick liquid in my mouth. I was surprised by the earthy, woodsy, and somewhat musky flavor that invaded my sense of taste. Immediately there was a sense that I wanted... no needed more and possibly needed it straight. I couldn't believe what was going through my mind all of a sudden... the thought of "needing" more of a certain alcohol was something that I knew could lead down a dangerous path. As the pleasant assault on my tongue subsided nearly entirely, I brought the glass back up to my lips and started drinking. Instead of taking my time with it, I drank and drank until the glass was empty, feeling a slight trickle escape the seal of my lips and placed the empty glass on the counter one more time. As the liquid began to pool and settle in my stomach, I smacked my lips together, savoring what was left there and quickly licked up what had escaped my mouth so that not a single drop was wasted.

"My... you weren't kidding about being a seasoned pro! That stuff normally knocks a guy your size flat on his ass, but you took it like a champ! Hell... you even cleaned your lips as if you desired every drop that you could get." Wayne said with his jaw slacked slightly.

"Yeah... I can drink with the best of them. So, what is in that stuff anyway?" I asked plain and bluntly.

"Oh... well that is a house secret there Nate. I couldn't give up our secrets to a first time patron... now could I?" Wayne replied as he slowly cocked his head slightly to the left, his eyebrows furling a bit.

"No... I suppose not." I replied sadly, like a dog tucking its' tail between its' legs, as if I knew that I did something wrong and that I was being scolded. If I had ears like a canine, they would have been pinned back.

Wayne immediately smiled, showing me that there was nothing to be ashamed of. "Now, now... come on Nate! I wasn't scolding you nor was I saying you did anything wrong. I can't blame you for wanting to know since you enjoyed it so much. Out of the five guys who I have ever given this to, you are the fifth to ask."

"Wow... only five? How come?!" I asked curiously.

"Oh... well... most that come in here and get an additive like the three I offered you get the middle choice. Few go for 'The Omega' and few have gone for what you had. The only reason I can see for it is that people don't want to risk not being able to handle their liquor and not be able to make it home, so they go for the safer route." Wayne explained plainly.

"Oh... well I guess that makes sense. Say... has anyone ever tried a glass like the one you gave me of any straight?" I asked, feeling more adventurous and daring suddenly, feeling a tingle start to wash over me that was subtle and pleasant... like a light buzz that made my whole body feel good... no... fantastic.

At the sound of my question, Wayne's whole body straightened a bit, seemingly taken aback by the question at hand. "No... no one has ever tried a full glass of any of these three. So... if you did... you would be the first. In fact... I honestly wouldn't mind seeing what happens to someone that tried it!" Wayne said, his smile larger, showing off those incredible teeth of his.

"What do you mean? What does this stuff do to you?" I asked, feeling my body at ease, my mind slightly alarmed by his words, but also going with it since he couldn't mean anything other than getting someone completely sloshed.

"Nothing... other than getting people toasted. You took your glass like a champ and out of the five I have served this to, you are the first for a lot of things. You are the first to chug it straight down after the cursory taste. You are the first to ask for a pure glass of it and you are the first to really perk my curiosity. Since you handled it exceptionally well... I think you could handle a glass straight!" Wayne said excitedly, his teeth till catching my eye, especially since he had quite the devilish and wry smile on his face.

"Well... thanks for all the compliments! I have been known to be quite the impressive drinker! So... why don't you serve me a full glass of the additive and let's see what happens!" I said excitedly with glee.

"That you do my friend... that you do! Coming right up!" Wayne said cheerfully as he poured the contents of the bottle into my recently emptied glass, filling it to the brim. "There we go! Bottoms up!" He exclaimed, nodding his head and giving me the go ahead.

I smiled as I brought the glass back to my lips, this time not waiting a moment to smell the beverage. As I parted my lips, tilting my head back, I began drinking the very thick liquid down. Immediately my body tried to repel the liquid as it triggered my gag reflex, but it quickly gave in, relaxing and letting the earthen, musky, liquid to coat my innards and pool into my stomach. The taste was so much stronger and dare I say... perfect... this way. Everything about it was stronger and more fantastical. It was pure, strong, enthralling and MANLY. If I was asked to describe it in one word, which I was sure Wayne would have me do shortly, that would be it. MANLY. There was not another way to describe it so perfectly and uniformly. As the glass finally became empty, I tilted my head back and let every bit of it drip into my mouth. Slowly, as beads formed to fall into my mouth, I became slightly irritated and agitated that it was taking so long. Impatient, more than usual, I placed my index finger into the glass, wiping it clean and coating my flesh. Wantonly, hungrily, I drove my finger into my mouth and sucked it clean while enjoying every last moment of it. Again, seeing a little bit left, I repeated the process and this time cleaned the glass fully as I felt a warm, pleasant and tingly sensation begin to take hold. It was as if that buzz I felt earlier had returned, stronger from the pure glass, feeling it even more intensely than before. As I sat there, having only had moments pass, I could feel the drink taking its effect, taking hold in my system and I had to admit... it felt good. It was making me feel the best that I had ever felt in years... better than any alcohol had ever done in the past. Slowly, as the seconds passed by, I could feel the familiar pressure at the front of my skull... like an odd numbness paired with the extremely relaxed feeling that typically accompanied a drunken state of existence.

Seeing how relaxed I became and knowing that the drink started to take a hold of me, Wayne grinned and asked, "So, my new friend... how are you feeling?"

I grinned back, feeling thirsty, considering another glass and I replied, "You know... I am feeling pretty darn good, but I am also thirsty. How about another full glass?"

Hearing those words, Wayne's eyes practically bulged from their sockets, his eye lids opening wide and his jaw went completely slack. Wayne never thought there would be a guy this brazen like myself to take on two and a half glasses of "The Enforcer". Even though Wayne was beside himself, he also wanted to see it happen. He wanted to see it would do to someone. Now, more than ever, Wayne knew that I was meant to be here and to be the most impressive member of his pack. The four men who tried the same drink before never had this high of a dose before... hell, they were only able to drink the initial glass to spur on the change. One guy that came in there was skinnier than myself and ended up looking like a seasoned wrestler from the WWE. Two others were athletically built before and ended up looking like behemoth powerlifting wolves. The last guy, who was a body builder bulked up slightly, adding fat to his body and hair that he would have shaved off before. After the drink, he loved being a man, having what he had and was proud of the specimen that he was. However, with me... all bets were off. There was no telling what would happen to me with one full glass... let alone a second one.

"Are... are you sure man? You definitely won't be in any condition to drive, let alone walk out of here, if you do." Wayne said, a bit worried for me.

"Yeah... I am sure. That shit is amazing and it has gotten me the drunkest I have ever been, which is a very hard thing to do! In the past, I would put drink after drink away and even after several shots or Jell-O shooters, the best I would come away with was a decent buzz. The only other time I was ever this inebriated was when I started drinking and my heritage didn't kick in to build my tolerance. Hell... it was only after the third time that I went out drinking did my tolerance keep me from getting drunk. So... yeah... I want another full glass. Besides... what is the harm that it could do?" I said coherently, which was also a shock to Wayne.

"Alright..." Wayne said grinning with a ton of apprehension in his voice.

As Wayne poured the second full, undiluted glass of "The Enforcer", a strange smell wafted into my nostrils. Immediately my nostrils flared and I took a deep breath in, wanting to really get a good whiff of the smell so I could figure out what exactly it was. As I did, somehow I could tell that it was coming from Wayne! It was pleasant and sweet, delicious and delectable, like a rare and exotic fruit. Something registered in my mind that it was the smell of happiness, but it was also strange that I could smell such a thing. As Wayne finished pouring the second glass, setting it before me, he tapped his brown booted foot with excitement, gleefully waiting to see what would happen to me. As I grasped the glass, my eyes locked with his and I could see the pure truth in his eyes. He was happy... no... elicit and eager. I couldn't believe that I smelled happiness coming from him which was confirmed by his behavior. It was all odd. It was all new. Quite frankly... I started to find myself enjoying it quite a bit.

"So Wayne... what gives?" I asked plainly and pretty bluntly.

"Huh... wh-what do you mean?" He asked, stammering mid-sentence.

"Well... you are pretty happy, elicit and jovial... which all started with my choice in beverage as well as my penchant for alcohol." I said as I guzzled the second glass down, feeling full and somehow complete, having no desire to go for another.

"Oh... well... it is just no one has ever done this before and to find someone who can drink like you can... whoo boy! If I had more customers like you, I would be in real good shape financially. Hell... I can't complain as is, but it sure would help business!" Wayne said with a toothy smile.

"Is that all that there... that there is?" I asked, getting the feeling that there was more to the story than what he was telling, hiccupping mid-sentence and starting where it broke.

Knowing that he couldn't tell me the truth or at least not until the truth started to reveal itself in me, Wayne just smiled. "No... nope... nothing more than that. You are something else Nate... quite a rarity and I am stunned that you can still speak coherently with that much liquor in you."

I just smiled and nodded, feeling much more intoxicated at that moment, enjoying every single moment of it. The nice warmth started to increase, feeling the little bit of hair that I had on my arms stand on end. It felt new, invigorating and it kind of felt like I was on fire, but not an uncomfortable fire. It was more like pleasure was washing throughout my entire body as if I was in the lustful thrall of an orgasm. It was nothing like I had ever felt before, but I was definitely enjoying it!

Seeing that my body was already starting to react, which wasn't surprising to Wayne since I had such a high dose of the strongest substance he had, Wayne grinned and let his teeth grow a bit more. With how drunk I was, I didn't notice that his bicuspids on the bottom and top set were growing longer, thicker and more menacing than anything a plain old human would have. If I had been sober enough to recognize what was happening, I would have at least seen his bicuspids turn into fangs. I looked at Wayne smiling, watching his fangs grow a bit more, the points pushing past the seal of his lips that darkened to being black, becoming leathery and lupine in the process. However, even though I watched every moment of it, it didn't even register in my mind not to be normal with how intoxicated I was feeling as well as what was happening to me because of his special drink. As I sat there, "The Enforcer" ran through my veins, past my liver, bringing the transformative properties throughout my whole body. The tingling that I felt, unbeknownst to me, was the transformative properties invading every cell in my body, rearranging the DNA to fit the dominant form that I would soon take. It was giving my body new instructions to create, reshape and destroy: hair, bone, muscle, and skin. The only thing that I knew was that I was drunk... too drunk to do much of anything... let alone appreciate what was happening. Seeing the subtle changes in me, Wayne knew that things were going according to the plan he formulated in his head the moment he saw me.

"So... how are you feeling Nate?" Wayne asked grinning.

"Gooo-aaahhhwwwrrroooooodd." I said as it turned into a howl, not knowing why that happened, and cleared my throat. "Ehrm... good Wayne. I feel really good." I said finally, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Wayne grinned from ear to ear, which I watched shift from being purely human with slightly pointed tips to full on hybridized human wolf ears. The round oblong shape of the ear was still intact, but longer, bent backward from the top third of the ear, tapering into rounded and pointy tips. Again, if I wasn't drunk, I would have known that this was not supposed to be happening, but because I was... I thought nothing of what was happening to Wayne. Truth be told, had I been sober, I would have enjoyed what was happening more since I had been an enthusiast of werewolves for quite some time. It was a thing I shared with people that had similar interests. I was decently known in the furry community, but had never attended the conventions or any furry event. The furry side of me was private, except to my closest friends. However, when everything was said and done with the substance Wayne helped to flood my body with, I definitely would enjoy what was happening to the both of us much... much more.

"Yeah... I can see and hear that Nate. So... do you think you will be ok to go home on your own or do you want to just crash somewhere safe?" Wayne asked with a wicked and devious sneer.

"Well... I know I'm drunk, which means I know I'm not safe enough to drive. I just don't know where I could crash for the night. I really don't know anyone in the city." I said, my words slightly slurring.

"You know... you could stay with me if you'd like. My place is right upstairs. It used to be an abandoned, gutted, shell of a building interior until I bought this whole building and made it my permanent place of residence and work. That way you could stay the night some place safe, that you won't have to pay for and I'll even keep a look after you." Wayne said smiling as his beard grew slightly longer, filling in more and making him look on the bearish side.

"Well... I know I am not in any condition to drive, but at the same time I wouldn't want to inconvenience you in any way." I said feeling the stranger and stranger.

"Oh... well you wouldn't be an inconvenience to me considering my place is huge and I am offering it to you freely. If you would rather go elsewhere..." Wayne said, his words hanging in the air as I put my hand up to silence him, getting the hint.

"Alright... alright... I will stay at your place." I said to keep him from feeling as though I didn't appreciate his hospitality.

"Good! That's real good to hear and you definitely won't regret the choice." Wayne said as his luxurious blue eyes shifted to a luminescent amber hue with a single blink.

I chuckled at the comment, my head immediately going to the gutter, but I couldn't help it for more than one reason. Outside of being gay, Wayne is hot, just my type and my inhibitions are lower than they have been in quite some time. Although... there was something more than that... something stronger and primal in a way. It felt as though it was exactly how I should think, feel and act around him, but I definitely couldn't place my finger on the reason why.

"So... when does this party get started?" I ended up asking with a wry smile.

Wayne looked at me with a knowing grin, his body slowly had filled his clothes as his muscles grew larger and thicker, pushing what he was wearing to the limits as they strained to stay on him. I even noticed that the hair on his muscled arms grew thicker, denser and definitely made him look even sexier than before. As I looked at him with the grin on his face, which matched what I knowingly had on mine, Wayne flexed to show off his goods. Immediately as I saw his muscles bulge I swooned at the thought of having this man in bed while there was an audible tear in the shirt's fabric. Hearing it, I couldn't help to have a grin plastered on my face, feeling the buzz already starting to fade even though the intense warmth went nowhere. I was sad, however, that my inebriation was already leaving me. Normally, I could stay drunk for a while once I got there, but for some reason my body was just not having it. It even seemed as though my body was now rejecting the notion of being inebriated. It was like my body was telling me no and making that the final word without having any say in the argument whatsoever. It was sad that my drunken state came and went so quickly, but I was happy about it for one reason. I could be coherent enough to enjoy what was going on right before my eyes with Wayne. Since the moment the alcohol wore off, I immediately recognized that Wayne was a werewolf and I definitely had the potential to make my fondest wish come true... to become a werewolf.

In a voice that was an octave or two lower than before, Wayne replied, "Whenever you want to get it started Nate. I run the bar. I can open and close it when I like. Every one of my normal patrons knows this and they all accept it. They know who runs the show around here and not a single one of them has enough masculine fortitude to challenge me. So... if you want to go upstairs right now, we can do exactly that. Or... if you want, I can have this place emptied out and the two of us can be alone here. It doesn't really matter one way or the other. The choice is yours."

I grinned at the thought of sleeping in the bar; possibly even having sex with the hottest guy I had ever seen in my life in a public place. Hell... the thought of having sex in front of the guys there with Wayne was definitely arousing. However, no matter how I felt, that would be something I would have to definitely work myself up to doing.

"Well... I am not even sure if I can stand at the moment, let alone walk, so how about we start small? If you want to close up the bar and send everyone home, we can definitely get more comfortable and from the look of that cloth straining on your body... I can guess you would love nothing more than that eh?" I said with a grin, playing along with things and acting as though I was still completely intoxicated even though the buzz was gone. All that I was left with was the sensation from before, the tingling throughout my body and what seemed like sensitivity to all of my senses.

"I like your perceptiveness, but I also like how you are playing like you are still drunk. I know you aren't so you can just cut the act." Wayne said with a sneer as he motioned toward one of the bouncers who were thickly muscled and moderately hairy like he was. I watched as the hulking man cleared out the bar quickly, leaving just myself and Wayne there, hearing the outer door close and then be locked behind.

"So... you saw through my ruse. It doesn't surprise me with what I know you are." I said slyly.

Wayne grinned, his fangs exposed, thick saliva dripping from them as if he was salivating over a meal he was going to have... a meal he hasn't had for quite some time. "Oh... and... what do you think I am?"

"Wayne, I know you are a werewolf. The signs are all there. The eyes, the added muscle and the fangs are all dead give a ways. Even still, I don't care. I think that you being a true blue werewolf is actually hot! Now all of the furry comic porn I have seen floating around on the Internet could be something to be experienced in real life." I said with a seductive grin.

Wayne looked at me as if to say he found me to be a sly devil. "So... you think I am hot huh? You think that having sex with a werewolf is hot too eh?"

I silently nodded my head with approval, grinning the whole time.

"So... I guess I don't have to give you the normal warnings I would have to give anyone before I turn them. I am guessing this is definitely something that you have been wanting for quite some time. By the smell of it..." Wayne said pausing to take a deep whiff of the air, "you have been aroused by me for quite some time. Don't try to deny it... I smelt it on you since you first laid eyes on me... part of being a werewolf you know?"

I chuckled at his coy comments. "Yeah... you got me! You are a really hot guy Wayne. Before you started transforming and now more so because of what you are."

Wayne grinned as he walked toward the door where I came in and everyone left. He clicked a button and part of the counter where he was standing separated and lifted, allowing him to stand before me completely. Even before then, I had seen part of his lower half, but now I could see all of it and it was nice. His thighs, now tight in his denim jean shorts, were like thick tree trunks and the exposed skin was as nicely tanned as the rest of him with thick, dense, brown hairs covering his legs down to his ankles that disappeared beneath the ankle socks and shoes. Every bit of the man exuded manliness and knowing that Wayne was a werewolf; it made everything about him even better.

"So..." Wayne said with a long pause as he walked closer to me as I sat comfortably on the stool. "It would look to me that our special drink took to you a lot quicker than it does with anyone else."

I looked at him, my eyebrow furled, curious to know what exactly he meant. "What are you talking about Wayne?"

"The drink I made you, 'The Enforcer' that you took two glasses of straight... it must have bonded to your cells already which is why you are no longer drunk." Wayne said coyly, bringing his thick fingers up to my chest, playing with my pectoral and ensuring that he would give my left nipple a sexually seductive rub.

Feeling the intense wave that washed over me, I had let out a low moan, unable to stop myself since I had never felt pleasure that intense before. Wayne grinned and did it again, slower, even more seductive this time while eliciting yet another moan out of me. I had no idea what was going on, but I definitely didn't want him to stop either. Every time Wayne grazed or playfully toyed with my nipple, my cock jumped to life, pressing against the confines of my pants painfully. It felt as though my already fully erect cock was trying to grow further and would break through them while seeking freedom.

"Ffff... uuuu... ccccc... kkk... Wayne! That f-feels so good... so right... d-don't stop." I said with a pleading tone in my voice.

"Oh... don't worry about that... I had no intentions on doing that. In my years of experience being a werewolf, I have learned that sexual stimulus helps the change along and makes it easier to endure the first time around. The first turn is always the most painful." Wayne said with a fanged grin, saliva dripping from the top set while he playfully toyed with my nipple.

I smiled from hearing Wayne's words, but the words I heard earlier came back to the forefront of my thoughts. Wayne said that "The Enforcer" had bonded to my cells and I had to wonder what the hell he was talking about. As I sat there with him continuing the teasing touch, the tingling intensified and so did the heat... it was as if my innards were on fire while millions of ants were biting every inch of my flesh all the way down to the muscle and bone. A part of me questioned what was happening, but the other part of me had a hunch about what was going on and if it was right... I was going to turn out to be one very happy individual.

"W-Wayne... wh-what did you mean by 'The Enforcer' bonded to my cells earlier?" I asked, stuttering a few times from being overwhelmed by what I was feeling.

"I am sure you can figure it out Nate." He said with a sly grin, his fangs glinting in the moderate light in the bar. "You are becoming like me... a werewolf. You see, the three drinks that I gave you to choose from is my seminal fluid in various strengths and you drank my pure semen, which means you are going to turn into the strongest breed of werewolf, outside of what I am, which is an Alpha. 'The Enforcer' is designed to make you just that, an enforcer, or a pack protector. It is pretty similar to being a beta, but you will be much stronger and larger than a beta. In fact, if you were to start a pack of your own, you would be pretty close to being an Alpha to start." Wayne explained.

Hearing those words come from his mouth, I grinned from ear to ear, which was starting to tingle much more than the rest of my body as I felt it start to grow. Curiously, I reached up and felt my ears and my eyes widened in partial shock and partial glee. Slowly my ears grew, bending slightly half way, angling backward while growing to pointed tips at the tops. Then just as suddenly, the tingling moved from my ears to my gums, feeling them begin to ache. I could feel a cool, but thick liquid slowly fill my mouth, flowing over and trickling from the dull pointed tips of my human bicuspids. It was strange, yet savory, while being tinged with a sweet alkaline taste. Immediately my eyes widened as they quickly flashed from their darker blue-green hue to a glowing golden amber hue as I realized that I was tasting blood... my blood. Slowly I could feel the bones that made up my teeth changing, adding calcium as they grew slightly longer, thickening and developing into sharp human type fangs pushing my gum tissue, breaking it open, allowing the blood in my veins to flow freely even if it was for a slight duration. It was weird to say the least, feeling them grow like that and my gums change to support everything that was going on in my mouth. Then the tingling faded from my mouth and intensified everywhere like before my ears shifted. I could feel my body begin to swell as if I were becoming bloated from drinking too much water, pushing my clothes to strain, becoming tighter and making my clothes show every contour of my body. Before all of this even started happening to me, I was nothing more than an averagely built guy. There was some muscle on my body before, nothing spectacular, nothing worth notice and barely even defined. Now... now I felt as muscled as a seasoned athlete training to be on a football team. Looking at my arms was proof enough that more muscle had added itself to my body, looking bigger and definitely thicker, being stronger and giving me strength I never had.

Wanting to watch the work that he started blossom and turn me into one of his "enforcers", Wayne stopped his pleasurable touching and took a few steps back, grabbing a stool and sitting down. The stool creaked as his added weight from the slight change settled and weighed down the seat. Wayne looked me up and down as if I were cattle being sold at auction, smiling and nodding in approval. I grinned, feeling proud to seen that way even though before all this happened it would have made me feel quite uncomfortable... like some piece of meat and nothing more than that.

"Yeah... you look good and you are definitely developing nicely already. I can definitely see that you are going to make one hell of an enforcer when your transformation is all said and done!" Wayne said with a grin, his shirt and pants looking tighter, his bulge growing and pushing against the fabric of the pants.

"Thanks..." I said blushing, my eyes locked on the meat that was growing and confined. A part of me wanted to get on my knees and service him, but the bigger part of me wanted to be complete... whole... transformed and a full werewolf before anything happened between him and I.

Wayne nodded, grinning, and in that moment of feeling proud... I felt something churn inside of me. The heat began intensifying, my blood boiling in my veins, feeling as hot as molten lava that flowed deep beneath the Earth's crust. It burned, but it didn't hurt... it felt pleasurable in a dark, evil and sinister way which made me smile. Never before had I ever felt like doing anything bad or even considered to be on the evil side, but slowly my mind wandered to dark territory, thinking about going and killing just for the hell of it. Slowly I could feel my body begin to swell even further, muscle fibers slowly slipping onto my body, building it up even further. Watching myself grow, I went from an athletic body, to a seasoned gym patron, to the body of a novice power lifter while the sparse hair on my body grew thicker at the same time, making me look more and more manly. As I sat there, my body giving itself a respite of sorts, I began to stir in my pants, feeling the crotch getting tighter and tighter, as if I was growing down there too! I could feel my penis throb with every now powerful beat of my heart and I desired to see what was going on, but a rack of pain overwhelmed me and gave me no other choice than to wait. I slid off the barstool where I had been sitting, my thicker muscled and hairy knees bent and resting on the ground, feeling my body throb and pulse with every beat of my heart. As the throbbing continued, I could feel it move into my hands first, watching them grow slowly, the fingers lengthening and thickening at the same time. The skin grew taut, then puffier and thicker at the palms forming soft pads. The nails quickly lengthened, darkened and curled forming thick razor sharp claws.

Finally, the throbbing dulled a moment for me to really look at my hands that were now actually paws... werewolf paws. Inside my mind, I was elicit and ecstatic at the same time, seeing and knowing that I actually had werewolf paws... claws and all! Then suddenly the throbbing returned, this time in my torso as the whole thing started to expand, getting even larger while pushing the already straining fabric to the brink, tearing apart from the sheer size of my body. The bone thickened and lengthened, growing to fit the new body that I was going to have for the job my Alpha gave me. I groaned as I felt every bone grow, the vertebrae in my spine thickening, growing larger and more menacing, pushing the tissue that covered it to show off how much it grew. My chest heaved as I breathed in and out while the changes continued as they moved down to my pelvis as that thickened and grew larger to support my new frame as my pants and underwear shredded like my shirt. The tattered cloth fell down to the floor beneath me in tatters, leaving me exposed and allowing me to see what I wanted to in the first place. My cut penis, which was a mere six inches in length and one and a half inches in width was now eight and a half inches in length and three and a half inches across with a clear bead of what I knew to be preseed formed at the slit, which was slightly bigger, and dripped to the floor as one string. My mind raced, more than happy with everything, especially that. Suddenly, the throbbing returned as my thighs thickened and the bones in my legs reformed, splitting into three sections and the muscle changing to support a digitigrade stance. The throbbing then moved down to my feet as the bones grew and shifted, just like in my hands, to form werewolf paws with the same thick, black claws, shredding the shoes I had on into nothing.

Slowly the throbbing started to decrease, but not completely as my heart was still beating and pumping a mile a minute, only for it to come back with a vengeance at the end of my tail bone and skull. The pain filled my rump first as more bone developed at my tail bone, slowly growing, pushing the skin outward, longer till it reached the middle of my massive back, tapering from the thick base to a tiny point at the end. Then the pain moved right up to my head as I felt my skull splitting, my jawbone aching, feeling it start to grow outward, pushing forward into a lupine snout as my ears followed and moved to the top of my head. I grinned as my lips grew leathery and black while my nose followed suit, becoming moist. Baring my fangs, saliva dripping from them, I felt more and more wolfish by the second, with that evil presence in me growing ever stronger. Then finally the throbbing and the pain stopped, but that was immediately replaced by an intense itching that covered my body. Quickly, human hair grew thicker, denser and more coarse, flowing over my entire body, fur blossoming entirely and completing my look as a werewolf.

Feeling finished, I started to compose myself, rising to my new lupine paws and I looked directly at Wayne who was only grinning from pointed ear to pointed ear. He was obviously very happy with what I turned into, but what neither of us knew was that was the middle stage of my transformation into a werewolf like I had always wanted to be.

"Welcome to the pack Nate!" He said in his deep, dark voice that commanded attention and authority.

I simply nodded my head in reply, knowing there were no words to express my gratitude and I could feel that there was something more coming, but it was on hold for now.