Alpha
Haven't written anything in a while, but the the bug hit me and I threw this together
"Alpha"
For big dogs who play rough
"C'mon, you know you want it! You're always complaining that there's no pup play stuff for doms," Cole said, waving the laptop in front of Miles' face. On screen was a picture of a thick leather collar that looked almost exactly like a dog's collar, if that dog was a dominant leather fag. It was super dark brown that was practically black, with heavy steel studs.
"It's not that I don't want it, but its 50 bucks! That a butt load of money for a collar. The tails we got didn't even cost that much," Miles retorted, shifting uncomfortably as his cock grew hard in his jeans. Despite his qualms about money, he couldn't help but imagine seeing Cole leashed to the bed, tail wagging as he sucked Miles' cock. The collar would really set off his fantasy.
Cole was merely looking at Miles now, eyes wide, lip trembling. The adorable puppy dog look that Miles had fallen in love with. His little pup was begging, and what kind of Alpha would he be if he made his pup sad?
"Fine! I'll buy it! Jeez, no need to pull out the big guns," Miles laughed, kissing Coles cheek as the blonde twink cheered. Then Cole had to go get ready for work, while Miles started buying the collar. After Miles ordered the collar, he scrolled down to read the reviews, silently chastising himself for purchasing the collar before reading other people's experiences. At least he had the time to do so now, what with college being on midterm.
Thankfully they all were glowing. Every single one gave 5 stars, although the stories that accompanied the scores were outlandish at best. Each one detailed the new owner's transformation into stronger, bigger wolf men. Despite their obvious falseness, Miles couldn't help but become aroused and with Cole gone, he had to sort himself out.
Fishing his five inch dick out of his jeans he began tugging back his foreskin. Not quite what you'd expect from a Dom, but Miles made do. It's not like he was hugely undersized, and most subs found that Miles knew how to use every single inch.
Wanking faster he began to lose himself in a fantasy, where he and Cole were human-animal hybrids. Cole was his puppy, and he was the Alpha. It was the fantasy that had brought the two together. They'd met online nearly ten months ago, when Miles had posted on a furry forum and, finding that they lived in the same city had started hanging out, and then dating,
Now they lived together, sharing Cole's apartment while Miles finished college.
Once he finished jacking off, Miles cleaned up and exited the browser, intent on studying for his upcoming exams.
One Week Later
Miles returned from his post college run to find a delivery guy just about to leave with a package. He instantly knew it was the collar and stopped the man and signed for it. Package in hand, Miles felt himself become giddy at the prospect of having something other than his tail butt plug to wear while he and Cole had fun. Once he got into the apartment, he dropped his bag on the couch and took the box into the bedroom and tore it open.
Inside, looking exactly how it did in the picture, was the collar, alongside a small note, which Miles read.
Thank you for purchasing "Alpha"
The number 1 collar for Pup play enthusiasts
We hope you enjoy your purchase!
Tossing the card back in the box he took out that collar and put it on, surprised at the suppleness of the leather. Once the collar was latched he went to the bathroom to check himself out. The collar was the perfect thickness. Even on Miles' slim frame it made him look bigger and more imposing. Exactly what he needed.
Happy with the purchase he returned to the bedroom to take off the collar, saving it for when Cole got home. Except when he tried to unbuckle it, he couldn't. It was like it had become glued together. Before he could start panicking, Miles started to shiver, as if he were freezing. But it wasn't cold?
Miles' dick began to grow hard and strain against his tight running shorts, a dark circle appearing where it leaked precum. He started panting heavily, tongue lolling out of his mouth as it grew longer. The shivers that had spread over his body uncontrollably left him too weak to stand and he fell to his knees, and then forward onto his hands. Sweat was beginning to drip from his body and his room filled up with the heavy scent of his musk. With one violently shaking hand he tried to pull off his now wet shirt, but he was already too weak to. Eventually he collapsed completely and just lay on his side as his body began to change visibly. His previously untoned muscles were slowly tightening and growing, turning him from a slim nerd into a buff athlete. His body hair was growing thicker and darker, becoming more and more fur like. Unseen his cock and balls were growing too, until Miles' shorts could contain their mass no more. Five inches became six, and then seven not stopping until nine inches of thick cock was hanging out of the strained waistband, while his plum sized balls dangled from the leg. The size wasn't the only thing changing about his dick though. The mushroom shaped head was becoming more pointed and his foreskin was sliding back, leaving slick red flesh behind. Eventually his foreskin became a thick sheath, and a massive baseball sized knot began to grow at the base of his throbbing cock.
Finally Miles' clothes had had enough and they began to tear off of the growing man's body, revealing the furred muscles beneath. His pecs were massive slabs of rock hard muscle, with thick pink nipples poking out of the dark fur that now completely covered Miles' body. While all of this had been happening, the bones in his head had been gradually rearranging and reshaping themselves, until he had a short wolfish muzzle and triangular ears on the top of his head. His hands and feet had grown thick pads and his nails had become dark claws.
Eventually his fever broke and he was left panting on his floor with his ruined clothes hanging off him in strips, naked except for the cursed collar which had grown with his body. Once his strength returned, Miles stumbled into his bathroom, where he looked at his new body in the mirror.
He let out a gasp as he realised that he had really been transformed into a wolf man. He nearly regretted not believing the websites claims, but then he saw how much stronger he looked. Sexier even, in a feral kind of way. His gaze then slid down to his still achingly hard cock, from which precum was still pumping regularly. Even though he'd never actually seen a canine penis before, Miles was smart enough to guess what kind of animal his new tool had come from. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about his completely feral cock. It was almost twice as big, and practically three times as thick as it had been before, not counting the bulbous knot, but there was no trace of humanity left in it.
One curious hand reach down and grasped the meaty tool, and began pumping slowly. Miles' eyes rolled back in his head as he instantly fell in love with his new, hyper sensitive cock. Who needs a human cock when just a hand job can feel this good? Miles lost control of his hips as they began to hump his fist furiously, slick precum dripping in ropes from his drenched handpaw. High pitched whimpers turned into moans, which turned into a deep howl as Miles' other hand locked behind his knot and made him cum. Thick ropes of wolf jizz splattered across his sink and mirror, coating the wall from roof to floor as Miles' cock shot jet after jet of cum in a seemingly endless stream.
Eventually his orgasm waned and as Miles looked down at his cum covered cock and balls a strange urge came over him and he found himself bending down to lick up his own cum. Miles had tried to suck himself off before, what guy hasn't? But he'd never been able to reach before. However his new tongue was far longer that his boring human one had been, and his muscles had become amazingly flexible. So much so that with literally no effort, he found himself muzzle to balls, with his thick cock lazily dribbling cum into his throat.
Miles had sucked dick before and he didn't mind the taste, but the taste of his own cock and cum was addictive. He found himself slurping noisily, hoping to draw out more cum if he could, until his cock began to retract into his sheath. His cock cleaned, he found himself lick at his own balls, sucking to cum out of the fur and losing himself in his own potent musk. A while later he came back to his senses, having cleaned all of the cum off of his own body.
Looking at the cum covered wall he contemplated licking that up as well, but immediately rejected the idea. His cum was delicious, but it wasn't worth licking a dirty wall for. Instead he wiped that up with his facecloth and let it wash down the drain.
With sex now firmly off of his mind, Miles returned to his bedroom where he nearly fell over the ruins of his clothes. Sighing at the waste he bundled up the scraps and tossed them in the trash. Then he picked up the box from where he'd left it on the bed. Combing through it carefully he could find nothing else, other than the small thank you note. Realising that he wasn't going to get any new information from the box, he decided to try taking to collar off again, which remained as impossible as it had been before.
"I guess I'm stuck wearing this forever then," He said to himself, not really that upset by the prospect. What could be sexier than a wolf with a leather collar?
Suddenly hungry, Miles tried to throw on some clothes for decency sake before heading into the kitchen. After trying through most of his boxers, briefs and other assorted types, he found that the only type that still fit him (barely) was his jockstraps, which also thankfully left room for his tail. Even then his heavy sheath and balls were bulging lewdly, straining against the soft green cotton.
Sighing again at even more wasted clothes, Miles didn't even bother trying any more of his wardrobe. At this point he didn't even want to know what did and didn't fit him. Instead he just went to the kitchen in nothing but his overfilled jock.
Twenty minutes, and one massive omelette, later Miles was on his laptop, reading over the page for his collar again. The reviews were even more arousing now that he knew that they were probably true. Reading about other people's transformations into strong, dominant wolves inspired Miles to write his own review. Sure, it wasn't going to warn anyone. But hey someone might get off on it right?
It took him longer than he expected, mainly because most of his memory was clouded with sex haze and partly because reminiscing made him hard again, and not wanting to ruin one of his few remaining pairs of underwear by having his cock tear out of them, he had to take a couple of jackoff breaks to ease of the steam. Finally he hit post and watched as the page updated with his review. Another five stars, like each and every one before.
That's when an ad popped up on his screen. It showed a picture of a collar, clearly the same brand as the one he wore, only it was thinner and instead of silver studs it had a single D-ring, the kind that you clip a dogs leash onto.
Coming Soon!
"Omega"
For the pups...