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"Echo!"

Echo...echo...echo...echo...echo...

"Cut that out!"

My new friends smiled and shook their heads a little, rolling eyes as they lamented another newbie joker in their midst. My first night out in the Cave Clan, and I was loving it. We were exploring a complex of tunnels under the old city centre, having gained access through a broken grating on the bank of the Yarra. It was cold, damp, and miserable, but I didn't care.

At least it was something different.

"I told you to keep the noise down Brian, the tunnels around here amplify sound and it can travel for a long way. We don't want it coming out of a hole near some security guy and making them come down here and search. We need some time undisturbed to get to the pumping station under Latrobe."

The Cave Clan leader was a terribly earnest guy called Gareth with a goatee and a thousand yard stare. The rest were ok though, especially Megan. She was more than ok; she was smoking.

I felt Megan's presence behind me as we continued down the semicircular tunnel.

"Don't worry about him; he's just pissed off he can't get in my pants."

"Oh? Did he try?"

"That's one tunnel Gareth isn't getting to explore."

We exchanged smiles, white flashes in the darkness, as we walked. I felt bolder, by the time we reached the third turning and dropped a level, and I reached out to squeeze her ass just once.

"Hey!"

"Hehehe!"

She gave me her own thousand yard stare then, with a coating of not impressed and a hint of taser.

"Just a joke..."

"I'm not seeing the funny side."

She turned and headed off, back and shoulders stiff. Her little head lamp looked like a firefly bobbing in the dark, and I watched it go as it followed the rest of the fireflies into the tunnel.

Women.

I stood in the cold tunnel sighing like an emo for a while before slapping my thigh and snorting.

"Get it together Brian."

The fireflies had gone now, I realised, and I felt suddenly very cold, and alone. My feet echoed in the tunnel, water tinkling as I splashed my way along the concrete in the direction I last saw them. My new boots (courtesy of Army Disposals, total cost, $20) felt heavy and rubbed my feet and I swore and cursed my stupidity at getting caught up in this shit. How had I ever thought this was a good thing.

Megan...if only she weren't so sexy. When I ran into her in the student union building at uni babbling about urban exploration, my cock started speaking on behalf of my brain. It tended to do that a lot these days; something about turning 18 and uni and beer. I was experiencing all sorts of surprises.

I reached a turning, with noise echoing everywhere through the tunnels. One firefly bobbed to the left, one last sentinel waiting for me. I hoped it was Megan; I would apologise, of course, and offer to take her out for a beer. Maybe drunk she would like the ass grab more than sober.

"Hey, wait up!"

The firefly stopped bobbing. I mumbled something about not leaving men behind and the marines, as I approached slowly down the tunnel.

Then the firefly suddenly went out.

"Hey!"

_Hey...hey...hey...hey...hey...hey...._the echo returned.

"Hello?"

My neck felt a sudden prickling, and before I could shout, I felt a hand on my ass. One pinch, hard, and painful. Then the sound of heavy breathing, and the firefly was back, bobbing fast as it's wearer ran down the tunnel.

"Two can play at that game Megan!"

I put my head down and sprinted. My one claim to athletic fame, I had been a half decent sprinter in school, though I ran out of puff pretty fast. Endurance work was way too hard; much more fun to pump my thighs and pecs in the gym and pick up netball chicks for a quick roll in the hay. Or the other kind of fun, the one that troubled me more; letting the guys with the hungry eyes and hard bodies in the uni gym suck me off in the changerooms after a workout. Those feelings were getting harder to repress...and an aching hunger was building that a quick blow was no longer satisfying.

I dismissed the thoughts with another snort. God I bet a girl this playful would be an epic fuck. Why would I want anything else...

The firefly waited ahead, and dived suddenly through a passageway. I dived in after it, through an arch, down a short flight of stairs, and through a door as I caught a flash of a dark shape moving with the penumbra of a lamp ahead of it.

Stumbling through the doorway, I came to a sudden halt. I had found some sort of room, an old maintenance depot or something. Shelves, recesses in the concrete, racks, surrounding a surprisingly large space. And they were all festooned with candles, shining a warm yellow light.

"The hell?"

Boom...

I turned just as the door behind me shut with a loud metallic thud that echoed in my brain. And beside it, the person who had shut the door stood in an alcove, holding a torch like the ones we used. He smiled at me as he calmly turned it off with a click, dropping the torch to a bench, before slamming home a locking bolt on the door and securing it with a heavy silver padlock.

"Don't want anyone disturbing us, now do we."

He...it was a he. Not Megan. The prickling on my neck began again, stronger, and the sensation moved to cover my whole body in tingling anxious points of light. Tall, taller than me, and well built but not bulky like the worst of the roid bunnies in the gym, with a shock of black curly hair and startling eyes like metallic yellow. And in spite of the cold, he wore no top, only a pair of faded jeans.

He watched me almost casually as he walked to a bench on the left wall, but his tongue extended red and wet as he licked his lips with almost erotic slowness. Then he sniffed, a long deep inhalation that made his smile broaden.

I stumbled back towards the door, fumbling with the padlock. It would not budge.

"W....who are you?"

Eyes flashed in the candle light, and he grinned at me, a long slow grin that seemed to go right through me. The feeling of terror built, and yet I couldn't move, rooted to the spot. The metal of the door was cold on my back, and my breath echoed in the room, loud and harsh.

"Who are you?"

"Haven't you guessed youngling?"

"Why do you call me that? You look about the same age as me!"

And he did, his face young and devoid of any hint of beard, round and smooth, his face youthful and yet somehow, ageless. His chest was impressive though, every muscle standing out and flexing in the cold air, and as I watched, I noticed his nipples hardening. My breath began coming in gasps as I realised I was checking him out and approving. He noticed me noticing too; and he chuckled.

"Liking what you see youngling?"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Why? It is what you are. Young, fresh...potent. Perfect really..."

Now I really was terrified, and his look turned decidedly feral. I coughed, and laughed nervously, reaching desperately for the locking bolt. It wouldn't budge, no matter how much I strained.

"You really haven't worked it out, have you."

"What? I...I don't have any money on me, there's nothing to steal..."

"Oh but there is youngling...something far more precious..."

As I watched, transfixed, he dropped his head, seeming to draw breath . His chest rose as he inhaled deeply, his muscled frame expanding. I waited for the exhalation, and the next step, but instead, I had to blink my eyes as his body began to writhe, almost with an internal fire.

It manifested itself in movement, strange, eerily sentient movement. His chest bulged, the ribs crackling and pushing against skin, and I cried out expecting the bones to poke through flesh, but instead they seemed to stop, as muscle grew to contain them, and his shoulders broadened. His belly quivered as it spread, the abdominals thickening too, and suddenly a darkness appeared just below his navel.

The darkness spread, and I watched it, fascinated, as the colouring soon covered his belly and chest, a thick patch of curly dark hairs poking above the top of his jeans. I realised it was fur, dark, silky fur, black with a hint of silver in patches, climbing up his chest to curl around his nipples leaving a patch of longer coarse furs now surrounding a pair a plump pink nubs the size of my fingertips. His face grew clouded, as if in pain, and he grimaced as the dark fur reached his neck, and suddenly his jaw shot forward and he screamed out a wild scream of agony.

The scream wasn't coming from a human face anymore though. As the transformation continued, the jaw set in a new line, long and accompanied by a line of sharp, glistening teeth, a long muzzle, and a heavy set pointed head with a pair of twitching ears that seemed to sample the room like radar masts. The ears swivelled before stopping facing me, and the creature, no longer man, lifted his head to face me, staring into my soul with yellow eyes gleaming with hunger.

The face of a wolf.

"Now do you see youngling?"

I did.

Impressive as a man, as a werewolf he was intimidating. A foot taller than me, and many stone heavier, his muscled bulk carried easily. His jeans had torn in the last stages of the change, leaving him standing over the wreckage of their denim pile, the broad hips and heavy thighs framing a magnificently male centre, and I gasped as I watched his cock straining out from its fuzzy sheath, red and twitching, above an impossibly large pair of testicles. His clawed feet scraped on the concrete, the harsh noise making me start, but still I only stared, unwilling or unable to comprehend the reality.

His eyes held mine as I flattened my body against the doorway, seeking some last refuge from my fate. Then he started towards me, slowly, grinning all the while, his fangs gleaming in the candlelight.

"No...! please...!"

"Shhh...do not worry youngling, it will not hurt, I promise..."

"But I don't want..."

"Trust me youngling...there is nothing to be afraid of..."

He was close, so close I could smell him, the scent of wolf, and, I was horrified to realise, the scent of male...cum, thick, rich cum...

I tried to bolt, though there was nowhere to bolt to. He reached out, clawed paw gripping my forearm as I cried out, and suddenly I was on the floor. Claws tore at my clothes, and I felt my shirt ripped from my body, and terribly strong fingers pulling down my jeans.

"No!"

"Relax youngling, I need to feed and you cannot stop me. We haven't done it the old way for many years though, you need not fear. We made a pact, all of us who remain. No more new wolves, in these modern times, we can't make more without showing ourselves...but there are other ways."

"What do you mean you animal!"

"I need your essence to live youngling...but that does not mean the Were bite. Not necessarily..."

I was panting furiously, trapped under his bulk, my body shaking like a leaf. He was making no sense...and then I felt a rough paw inside my boxers.

"Hmmm...perfect...and already semi-hard...even terrified, you are excited youngling. I can feel it. You will feed me so well...I may not need another for a long time..."

I screamed, hoping against hope for rescue, and he snarled until I stopped, terrified, eyes wide and staring at the teeth of a wild wolf, white and gleaming with saliva. His yellow eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Your mouth says no youngling, but your cock..."

Oh God, why was I hard?

My boxers were down at my knees, the werewolf over me, and I felt hot breath on my neck. I froze.

"Please...please...please..."

My whole body jerked at the sudden unexpected sensation; not a sharp bite, but a warm tongue. He licked my neck, as if tasting me, and I felt something go through me then, something powerful and sensual. I groaned and lay back as the licking continued. The creature seemed to sense my sudden confusion, and gave a deep throated laugh.

"See youngling...no Were bite for you. Something you will enjoy instead..."

"No...never...ohhhhh..."

My mind tried to resist, but my body was responding whether I wanted it to or not. A warm caress of hot breath cascaded over me as the wolf's muzzle explored me, across my chest, playfully nuzzling my nipples which became painfully erect and sensitive under his attentions. Then down my belly, as my abdomen clenched and fluttered, his tongue lapping out by navel and then following my happy trail into the trimmed mass of my bush.

His jaws snapped shut then, and he growled while I lay back in new terror, the lips and teeth pulling at my pubes and suddenly I cried out in pain as he yanked out several by the root. The tongue returned, licking and soothing, and suddenly he was lapping at the base of my cock.

"Hmmm I prefer you shaved here too youngling. Better to taste you..."

"Wha...what...ohhhh God..."

The tongue continued, and I felt him on my sack. My balls were always sensitive, and I kept them shaved, wanting to encourage a good licking on the days I succumbed to my desires. Yesterday...only yesterday? Ohhh yes, that guy with the bench press addiction and the tribal tats on his thighs. He sucked me off in the toilet after my workout, fingers buried in my ass, fist pumping my cock as he bobbed on my head. I shot so hard, I saw stars. He had spent ages just sucking my balls first though and got me to the edge just from that. His rasping tongue felt so good as he bathed my nuts, and he commented on how soft and smooth the skin felt just before he enveloped my cock in a warm suckling mouth.

Now I had a werewolf on my sack, and his tongue felt even better. I writhed on the floor, my fears forgotten for the moment, as I savoured the feel of a long slow ball suckling. Then he lifted my legs, and I felt a tongue under my scrotum.

"Hmmm you smell so good...how good would you taste I wonder..."

"Ahhhh!"

He jabbed his tongue against my ring, once, twice, testing the flesh. I had never had anything other than a couple of fingers up there, but suddenly he pressed again and I felt my ring open and a warm wet tongue lapping at my insides. I looked down, transfixed, to watch my sack dance as a blunt wolf muzzle pressed on my anus and nosed under my balls. Big dark hands with clawed fingers stroked my thighs, rubbing the spot on the inside that made my cock lurch against my belly.

I lay back again and groaned louder. This must be a dream.

Then the warm feelings stopped, and I opened my eyes to stare at the creature. His chest moved, rising and falling, the great muscles flexing as he breathed. Yellow eyes glittered, and his tongue flopped against his chin as he licked his lips.

"You taste...like something sweet. Something..."

I wondered at his words, and what it was he couldn't say. He stared at me, seeming to contemplate, but then he bent his head to my cock, tongue extended to flick the tip.

My cry of pure pleasure could no longer be restrained. I shot a drop of precum, which hit his nostril and hung there as he wrinkled his nose and sniffed. He reached up, taking the clear fluid on his finger and bringing it to his muzzle to taste.

"Could it be..."

The wolf muzzle returned to my cock, and he bared his fangs, the white teeth shining in the candlelight. He ran the tip of one sharp incisor the length of my cock, pressing against the urethra near my balls, and then slid it all the way along. I lay back motionless and terrified, the sharp fang almost drawing blood, painful and arousing, all the way to the ridge of my cock head. Then he gripped my cock in one big fist and rubbed his fang on my corona, drawing squeals from me that embarrassed me to the core, and finally scraped it along my frenum and teased my piss slit.

His nostrils flared again, and a stream of clear precum flowed from the tip, as my cock became hyper sensitive in spite of my terror. I held my breath.

One white fang poised above my slit, and then he carefully lowered himself into me, sounding me with his incisor. I could feel it burning inside my urethra, the sensation too powerful. My cock shuddered, the head swollen fat and purple, glistening with precum. His tongue played with my shaft, rubbing the stretched skin just below my head. My balls ached, drawn up tight. His fingertip had wormed its way inside my anus and stretched the straining walls of skin, and as I felt his fang settle deep in my slit, I felt my ass clench hard on him, slow hard clenches, but getting faster and faster.

Then he lifted off and opened wide, diving onto my cock and I felt his throat around my head as he took me to the hilt, sharp teeth pressed against my base and hot breath snorting from his nostrils onto my pubes. My anus quivered, and closed tight on his questing finger and would not let go.

I jerked hard, my cock suddenly alive, emptying my balls into his muzzle, and I felt and heard him greedily drinking every last drop. I felt the orgasm receding slightly, but he gripped my balls and shoved a second clawed finger behind my sack, spreading my anal lips wide and delving inside as he sawed in and out of my hole and I found myself unloading again until I could not take any stimulation and begged for mercy. He let me go then, but licked the residue from my cock while I whimpered, letting my head fall back and closing my eyes as he did what he pleased.

When I could open my eyes again, I saw him sitting back on his heels, watching me, his tongue licking his lips in some sort of subconscious motion. I could see his eyes glowing though, and his coat seemed to become even more luxuriant, the fur shining.

In contrast, I felt more spent than I ever had after sex. It was as if my body had been drained of all energy, and all I wanted to do was sleep.

"Thank you...youngling."

My chest heaved as I fought for breath.

"Did...you...get....what....you...wanted...animal......."

He smiled again, fangs exposed.

"Partly. Your seed is enough, for now. An adequate substitute for blood."

"What...do you mean...partly..."

Now he looked almost sad, if that were the right expression. I could not tell entirely, with a wolf's features, but he had hunched his shoulders over and lowered his head, and his ears had flattened.

"I know you feel violated human. Even though I know you like males."

"How!"

"Shhh...relax youngling. I know of you, one reason why I don't want to harm you, even if we had not taken the oath. Do you think this existence is easy? We must feed in our Were form, not something your kind find easy to take, and not all of you make a good meal. As the decades wear on, it gets harder and I need to take refuge here to conserve energy. I spotted you from a distance, and when I found you were coming here, I made some plans. You did not disappoint. A thoroughly satisfying meal...you will meet my needs for some time."

"A...meal. Is that...how you see...us?"

I was finding it hard to focus, though my breathing was improving. The terrible fatigue was there like a leaden blanket though, and it pressed on my body.

"Yes. Normally. But you...ahhh, Brian, sweet young Brian. You could be so much more..."

I was startled into lucidity by the sound of my own name from the wolf's lips. As much as the tone of regret.

"You know my name..."

"Yes, and I wish I did not."

"Why?"

"Because human, our form is a blessing and a curse. I call you youngling because you are that to me; when you have lived centuries, you will know. Our only consolation is companionship; a mate to join us in our lonely existence. Since we took the oath, though, we only have each other for mates. Not a wide selection."

"Our senses are especially acute though human, and one of the things we can sense is our perfect mate, the one to share our lives with. We can smell them, and taste them. It is like a shining light for our senses, a beacon."

"So?"

"I tasted that when I tasted you. I suspected, when I first smelt you, and when I caught the first hint of you in your pre seed. But I didn't know for sure until I tested your cock with my fang. Then I knew. The almost-bite...and I felt you respond as a bitch to his alpha. Your body knew too."

I was almost as terrified by my own reaction to his words as the words themselves. My body tingled, and my cock stood up hard and eager, as if giving its own affirmation. My piss slit gaped, leaking and wanting, and my ass opened wide. He saw it too, suddenly on all fours like a wolf, crawling towards me, nostrils alive.

"You know it my bitch...ohhhh yes Brian, such a good bitch you would be. And I would care for you like an alpha should...mating you every night until you dripped my seed and your balls were emptied in my muzzle."

"No!"

I had some motion back, and I managed to back up against the door again, my back propped against the metal as the werewolf circled. His hands slid up my thighs, and he was close up against me, fur on skin, my senses crawling.

Then he rested his muzzle on my lips. I opened them, not sure why, and I felt his tongue dive inside me. My mouth tingled at his kiss, and I responded, our tongues duelling as he huffed against my face.

When he pulled back, eyes wide, I realised my mouth still felt slightly numb.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to sink my fangs into your tongue then Brian. Alas, you will have no idea of anything much soon."

My world swam then, and the room seemed warm, warmer than I remembered. I tried to get up, but instead, I found that I had fallen flat. The room was spinning.

"What....what.....what..."

"Shh...don't fight it. The kiss of a werewolf my love; it brings forgetfulness to humans. How do you think we go undetected when we still need you to feed? You will have no memory of me at all...I think. I have never tried it on my intended mate though...perhaps..."

"But...perhaps what..."

The room went dark, and I heard a voice as if from a long way away.

"Perhaps the others may make an exception. I will ask, this has not happened before that I know of. Meanwhile..."

"Hmmmm..."

"Sleep. And I will be watching you, youngling."

My last sensation was of a clawed hand gripping my cock, still hard, and jacking me off as I slipped into unconsciousness.

*****

The strange pulling sensation on my arm was hurting. I tried to move to make it go away, but instead it got worse.

"Hmpfghhh"

A sharp pain now, and something liquid on my hand.

"Argh! Not again Mr Daniels. Let's fix this shall we."

"Wha....huh...."

I opened my eyes and managed to get them to focus. All I could see was off white though.

Then I realised I was staring at a ceiling. I turned my head to the left, where a figure swam across my vision. One wearing a uniform. With a name tag.

Simone Griffin, RN. Alfred hospital

RN......registered nurse....

"Where...what..."

The sensation was back in my hand again, a sharp feeling then it subsided.

"Shhh, just relax Mr Daniels. I'm nurse Griffin, you are in the Alfred. You were brought in last night. Hypothermia, exposure, some sort of systemic issue we aren't quite on top of yet. You were naked and unconscious."

"Naked?"

"Yes, quite the exhibitionist it appears."

I blushed under her twinkling eyes, and she smiled and rubbed my hair.

"I'm only joking hun. Now relax, you are still weak, and we need you to take it quietly. You keep rolling over and pulling out your shunt; I've been hearing the alarm on your pump go off all night. Let's see if we can get it sorted properly this time."

I lay back taking stock of the room, while the nurse fussed at my hand and reset something on a blue piece of equipment attached to the bags hanging near my bed.

Naked? Where?

Lying back in bed, I tried to remember how I got there or what I had been doing. Uni...I was at uni. Gym...the guy with the tribal tattoos...

My body responded to that memory well enough, I could feel my face flushed and my cock sprang to attention.

With the nurse gone, I lifted the bedclothes. They had dressed me in a loose hospital gown, which was now tented out massively by my aching boner. I lifted the gown, exposing my needy cock.

It took me a second to adjust to the look. I seemed harder than I ever remembered, my head bigger and darker. Most curious though, my piss slip gaped wide, trickling a long rivulet of sticky precum. Even as I watched, the opening seemed to pulse and eject another stream. I reached down and just touched the flat of my thumb to it gingerly.

My scream surprised me, almost as much as the incredible sensation in my balls. They swelled and jerked almost as I looked. And a thought...

He is near...

"Err...Mr Daniels..."

I rapidly covered up, but not before I had seen the nurse standing there with a strange expression on her face, holding a blood pressure cuff.

"Sorry..."

"That's ok. Not going to take your blood pressure there though...wouldn't be a terribly representative reading. Now, relax..."

I waited while the nurse fussed over me again, writing up a chart at my feet.

"Well, all looking much better. If you are up for some visitors, we have some outside..."

"Er...yeah...who...."

"Parents, and some university friends I believe."

"Parents first."

I managed to survive that, between my mother's weeping and wailing and scolding for being a stupid drunken uni student. It was made worse though by the fact I had no idea what had happened. I didn't even know what I was supposed to be embarrassed about.

Hopefully, the next visitors would help on that score.

When the two figures entered the room, I suddenly felt tense and I didn't know why. I recognised Megan...and suddenly, I remembered where I was supposed to have been.

"Brian!"

She threw herself on me and I was almost embarrassed. I like hugs well enough; but getting a hug from a beautiful girl when I had a raging boner that would not go down...well, potential awkward.

Especially as I caught the strange glances the guy with her was giving me.

"Umm...Meg...thanks, I guess, but.."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I thought...well, when we couldn't find you, we thought..."

"Slow down Meg. Whose this?"

The guy shuffled forward, and I got a first good look at him. I realised I was holding my breath. My cock ached even worse; a damp patch suddenly appeared on the bedsheets, and I moved my hands to cover it hoping Megan hadn't noticed.

She was too busy smiling up at the guy though; I noticed, however, that he was smiling at me. He had an amazing smile, with big white teeth, and the most amazing eyes.

Yellow.

He looked pretty well built, as far as I could tell under daggy hoodie and jeans. Tall, dark curly hair...

He is near...so very near...

"What?!"

"Um, Alexander. His name is Alexander, Brian. He's a friend from uni."

"S...sorry...um...pleased to meet you mate."

He took my hand, careful not to get tangled up in the tubing. I felt his warmth. Smelt his scent...

I suddenly pulled my hand back. He kept looking at me, smiling, friendly, warm. I felt the warmth flow through me...

"So, Brian, what the fuck happened to you?"

I swivelled around to look at Megan. She seemed to notice the little thing between me and her friend, and it irked her but she was too surprised to do anything about it.

"I was hoping you could tell me."

"You fucking disappeared! Just after you pinched my butt...sorry Alex..."

The guy smiled broader and chuckled.

"Its ok guys. Brian, Meg and I are...well..."

"Oh fuck...sorry..."

"No, don't worry about it. I can't blame you."

"Hey, quit it you two."

Now she was really pissed, I could tell. Still, Alex kept smiling. At me. Into me.

God my cock ached.

"So, we went looking for you, but we couldn't find you anywhere in the complex. Then next morning, you show up unconscious at the tunnel entrance, stark naked, with your cock leaking and jizz all over you. Some seriously good dreams you were having Brian..."

I could tell she was running the line between angry and mortified, and I let her off easy. She had let me get behind after I pinched her ass, something she wasn't supposed to do even if I pissed her off. She was probably guilty, and feeling angry because of it.

"So are you telling me you have no memory of what happened?"

"Yep. I didn't even remember going exploring with the Cave Clan until you came in. I can sort of remember going into the entrance now, and pinching your ass..but that's it."

"Fucking freaky Brian. Aren't you freaked?"

I felt a hand on mine, and looked up at Alex. He winked.

"No. I don't know why...but no."

Eventually Megan had to head to class, and Alex offered to stay a little while. She looked uncertain that this was a good idea, but eventually, she kissed my forehead, then his, and headed through the door. The tall guy pulled up a seat, between my bed and the window, and stroked my leg through the covers.

"Sorry about that. She can be a bit..."

"Full on?"

"She was worried. And I don't blame her. You are one hot number."

I blushed at his compliment, wondering why he was hitting on me.

"I thought you and Megan..."

"Just..."

"Mates?"

He grimaced. "I was going to say friends with benefits. And I like fun company...especially when it's as sexy as you."

We managed to talk for a bit, and the temperature built as the compliments and the flirting increased in intensity. He pulled off his top to leave just a t-shirt, and I could see all the muscles under the fabric. He was strong, beautifully strong for a guy our age, and his yellow eyes glinted as he stared at me staring at him.

We got around to areas he seemed less comfortable with though.

"So what are you studying?"

"Ohh, this and that."

"Major?"

"Um...history."

"Ahhh, cool. What year?"

"I'm deferred at the moment."

"Oh, well, that's probably a good thing if you aren't enjoying it. Sorry...it's just..well, you look about my age, but I get the feeling you're a lot older..."

"Must be the hospital lighting..."

We both laughed a bit, and I wanted to get to know him more, but I had a small problem...well, a large and small problem; though I didn't know if I could empty my aching bladder in my current state.

"Ahh...Alex...er..."

I pointed at the plastic bottle on the bedside table.

"You want some help?"

I wouldn't normally say yes, but he had me all hot and bothered, and I didn't fancy getting the stupid drip caught on things and....

I realised I really wanted him to touch me.

"Um...yeah....I mean...not something you ask a stranger normally, but...I feel like I know you..."

His smile got a hell of a lot hotter.

"I know the feeling."

I lay back, panting, as he lifted the covers. His hand pulled up my gown, and I found myself naked from the waist down, my cock out and leaking. I watched his hand approach, and I was almost whimpering in anticipation. My balls clenched, and my piss slit spat a glob of precum onto my belly.

"Ohhh shit..."

Then his fingers gripped my shaft.

My whole body convulsed, and I shot rope after rope of cum all over my gown, cock jerking and balls rising and falling in ecstasy. He just calmly stroked my length, and when I was done raised a finger to his mouth and licked with his eyes half lidded in pleasure.

I watched this lewd display too stunned in the aftermath of my climax to say anything. Then he bent down and licked me clean, taking every drop of cum trickling down my cock, and lapping over my head. Then he nuzzled at my pubes, trying to get at the sticky residue that had fallen into my bush.

"Hmmm... I prefer you shaved here too youngling. Better to taste you..."

I had a sudden vision then...candles...a deep concrete room...

And a man/wolf with golden eyes and silken black and silver fur.

"You!"

I wanted to run, but my body had different ideas, and instead I whimpered as he took the head of my cock into his mouth; a mouth that suddenly changed, extending with a grunt and a suppressed howl into the muzzle of a wolf.

Yellow eyes glinted at me, eyes I recognised now. He pressed an incisor against my cock head, and I watched the purple flesh dent, as the tip of his fang dug into my swollen head, not quite penetrating flesh.

"Well done Brian...I wondered if you would remember anything."

I felt his clawed finger reach under my scrotum, teasing my hole before spreading my lips and sinking in deep. I cried out but he muffled my cry with a paw, and I felt his muzzle on my neck just under my ear. His whispered growl went straight through me, drawing another shot of cum as his claw found my prostate.

"No feeding today I'm afraid, you are still too weak. One day soon though...one day, and I will fill this with my knot and breed you like the bitch you were born to be. Till then though..."

And then his muzzle sought out my lips and I felt them parted in a kiss.