FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Disclaimer: The following story was written by Doomlycantrope who gave me permission to upload it here.

Story involves the following themes you may have ignored: Human X Furry, Werewolf, Slow Transformation, Horror, Erotica, Violence, Blood, Biting, Water sports, Size difference, Male lactation, Mind Alteration, Brainwashing, Straight to gay, Age difference, Older male and younger male couple, Masturbation/Pawing off, Domination and Submission, Musk play, Daddy and Pup play, Anal, Scent Marking, Ass Worship, Muscle Worship, Musk Worship, Hyper ejaculation, Temporary Weight gain, Muscle growth, Multiple nipples, Pecs, Muscles, Male Breast feeding.

If any of these themes do not appeal to you or you are not of legal age in your country/state or continent, please turn away now or otherwise enjoy.

There was a full moon out tonight. It hung high in the star littered sky, bathing the landscape in a grey, ghostly shroud. The moonlight shone through the multitude of dead trees which made up a dark, dense forest. It transformed them into sinister looking silhouettes that would make any man's skin crawl. They covered the land in all directions and at the centre of this ominous forest stood a huge gothic mansion. From the outside it looked as if it had been abandoned, forgotten for many years. But inside, the place was perfectly kept and there was still one tenant in residence.

In the second floor master bedroom, a middle aged man was worrying the armrests of his large armchair in frustration. (Although, he had been middle aged for many years now and that wasn't going to change any time soon.) He grunted, his nostrils flaring as he got up onto his bare feet. The stocky man then sauntered over to the full length mirror that was hanging on the far wall. A heavily adorned gold frame surrounded the looking glass with a wolf motif at each corner. He stared at his reflection and couldn't help but smirk in admiration.

His human form was quite a sight indeed. Eternally frozen in its early forties, it was heavily muscular and hairy. All the hairs on his body were silver, from his crew-cut hairdo to his thin moustache and right down to the hair on his toes. The man grinned as he saw the tufts of fur that covered his bulging pecs just peeking out from his open shirt. His beefy arms had a fine coating of hair too as did his sturdy legs. It all boasted a sense of experience and a male in his prime. The man's face suddenly fell. That though had brought his frustrations right back to him. He growled as he turned and walked towards the large window that overlooked the dark forest.

Immortality was great and all but there came a point when it just became boring. The older man had gotten to that stage. There was no more excitement in his life anymore. He had fallen into a humdrum routine and he hated it. As he pondered his rut, the man's gaze was then drawn to a small herd of deer that ran through the trees and past the mansion. Maybe he could go out hunting again but there just wasn't any sport in deer. He hadn't had a real hunt in months, not since that lost hiker. A smile plucked at the sides of the man's lips as he thought back to the screams and the crimson tide that stained the trees. Oh, that was fun night.

How he wished for another hiker with poor directions or an escaped convict clambering for freedom or a hunter trying to bag some game in the off season. The older man sighed. He would even settle for a couple of young lovers trying to get some privacy. As he stared out onto the moonlit landscape a thought entered his head. He ran his fingers over his modest silver moustache as he mulled it over. Maybe he should take a mate. At least it would give some something to do

His thoughts however were interrupted by the noise of a creaking floorboard. To a normal human they probably would have never heard such a minute sound but thanks the older man's heightened senses it was as if it had happened just behind him. He turned and sniffed at the air. Immediately he picked up a foreign scent, a young foreign scent. The older man grinned as his teeth began to sharpen and turn into fangs. He wanted some sport and it seemed as if the gods had smiled down upon him. There was someone sneaking around downstairs.

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Nick could not have believed his luck! The twenty-five year old happened on this place a few months ago quite by chance and he thought that there might have been something inside he could sell for some quick cash. But man! The old place was stocked full of antiques and expensive looking furniture and paintings. Nick began to think he should have brought more than just an old backpack to carry the stuff out of there. Once he sold some of this stuff he could stop drifting and maybe even get a place of his own.

The prospect of financial security made the young man smile. He grabbed a gold plated candelabrum off a dusty piano and studied it in his hand. It probably would go for a couple of hundred so he quickly stuffed it into his backpack. Nick looked around the large living room for the next piece that would help put him on easy street. Although, he had to admit it was strange. This place was supposed to be abandoned and yet, apart from the layer of dust, it was pretty clean and well kept. There weren't even any cobwebs.

Nick's suspicions were well-founded because at that moment he heard a deep growl. It made the young man break out in a cold sweat. He turned, slowly and then went completely white when he saw a huge figure standing in the doorway. It was bigger than huge. It was gigantic! Nick took a few steps back but the creature growled again and bared its teeth. They glinted in the lowlight and made the human tremble violently. It was a beast! From its outline the giant animal looked like a wolf, standing tall on its hind legs. A lupine monster covered in dark fur with glowing red eyes and the scent of fresh meat in its nostrils.

The young man gulped. He was pretty sure he was that fresh meat. Fear gripped his soul and before Nick knew it he felt a warmth streaming down his leg. The beast grinned manically as the strong scent of urine suddenly tickled its nostrils. It growled again before pouncing. Nick screamed silently as the huge wolf leapt towards him with it long, sharp claws extended and glinting in the moonlight. But at the last moment the human's body broke out of its fear induced paralysis and reacted. He dropped his backpack and ducked to the left just in time. The beast's claws tore through the side of his shirt but didn't do any damage. Nick rolled and before the creature had time to pounce again, he bolted for the door he had jimmied open.

The huge wolf turned just in time to see the human leave the house and make for the forest. It sneered. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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Nick kept running. He didn't care that his calf muscles were screaming in pain or that it felt like his lungs were on fire, he just had to get away. As he ran through the dense foliage of the dark forest sharp branches tore at his body. They ripped his clothes even further and scraped his flesh and drew blood. One unfortunately placed branch struck the young man's eye and he stumbled. He tripped over his feet and hit the ground so hard it dazed him. Nick lay there, panting. His clothes were tattered and coated in mud and bloody scraps covered his body.

It took all his strength to get himself back up and onto his feet. He swayed as he tried to keep himself upright. Nick leaned against a tree for support and tried to catch his breath. He must have run miles. There was no way that animal could have followed him this far. Nick kept telling himself that over and over again but just then a loud howl echoed over the gloomy landscape. It made the young man's ears ring it was so close. He looked up and he stumbled back as he saw two red eyes much closer than he would have liked.

Without thinking, Nick turned and ran. His body was tired and bruised but he kept on running and running. He had no idea where he was going. There was no plan in his head because all he cared about was survival. Almost an hour later and the young man was on his last legs. He was lost and exhausted. Nick looked around but all he could see were fucking trees! The beast kept finding on him so he just kept running in the opposite direction from those soulless red eyes. Nick had to be close to somewhere now. He had been running forever.

Stumbling forward and barging through the trees, Nick caught sight of something in the distance. A house?! He summoned up whatever might he had left and hobbled forward with the deafening sound of howling behind him. Finally he tore through the last line of trees and burst out into a clearing. Nick looked up and tears soon began to roll down his tattered cheeks. He doubled over and cried in pain.

"N-No" he whispered as he stared back up at the abandoned mansion he had been running from all night.

The beast. That goddamn creature was leading him around in a circle. Toying with him like a cat with an unsuspecting mouse. He never had any chance of escape. Suddenly Nick felt a huge shadow loom over him and rank, heated breath on the back of his neck. How could he not have heard it? It had to have broken a few branches to get out of the forest and yet Nick heard nothing. He gulped and tried to hold the fear in. The young man had no strength left so he wasn't going anywhere. After straightening himself up, Nick slowly turned to face his end.

The massive, furry animal loomed over him. Easily taller than ten foot and it was built like a brick house. The huge wolf stared down at the human with those red eyes that had been following him all night long. There was a smirk on his muzzle as it delivered the first strike. It was so quick Nick didn't even know what had happened until he was down on the ground, bleeding from the deep claw marks across his face.

He made a desperate attempt to crawl away but there was so much blood in his eyes, the human had no idea where he was going. It didn't matter anyway because he then felt the beast's suffocating grip on his neck. It pulled him up and held him in the air. Nick struggled to breath and clawed at the animal's huge paw but it was pointless. The wolf was so damn strong! Annoyed by the human's attempts to prolong his life, the beast delivered a powerful blow to Nick's chest that broke three of his ribs.

The young man screamed in pain but it was raspy and muffled from the creature's grip on his bruised neck. Suddenly Nick felt himself being pulled in closer. He winced when he felt the beast's breath on his face and then cried out when its long, drool soaked tongue ran up his cheek. The large animal lapped at the blood streaming down the human's face. It smacked its lips together and rumbled. He tasted sweet. With a growl the huge wolf delivered another punch before throwing Nick against a tree.

The human was winded but then was unable to catch his breath. He coughed and spluttered blood over the dirt ground. His lungs were quickly filling up with the crimson liquid. Nick was about to fall forward as his legs gave out from beneath him but just before he could the beast lunged forward and tore through his stomach. The young man fell onto the ground in a bloody heap. Critically injured he turned over and stared up and the full moon, begging for the end. The beast then straddled his dying body and raised its arm to deliver the final blow.

It was going to crush the human's skull under its paw with one swipe. To make him pay for his boldness. The little shit stain actually thought he could steal from its home! But then, as its paw was raised, poised to end the human's life, the huge wolf thought about its rut. It looked down at the almost lifeless body of its prey. He did look pretty cute before he was practically torn apart. The beast lowered its arm.

With all haste, the creature bared its teeth and opened its maw wide. It lunged and sank its sharp teeth into the human's shoulder. Nick gasped at the pressure. He arched his back into the beast's bite as he felt a powerful heat surge through his whole body. Strangely, it made him feelbetter? Better from dying?! It was so strange. It made his body shiver but the feeling didn't last. Once the beast released his shoulder, pain washed over him and Nick fell back onto the ground. His eyelids suddenly felt heavy. They soon flicked shut. The young man thought he was dead.

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Two weeks later

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Nick woke with a start, amazed he was even able to wake up at all. Every movement of his body felt like a thousand knives stabbing into his naked flesh but he was alive. Slowly but surely he raised himself out of the comfortable bed he was in. Speaking of naked flesh, it quickly became clear that he wasn't wearing any clothes. Nick looked around at the lush room he was in as he tried to figure out where he was exactly. He held his throbbing head in his hand as it all slowly came back to him.

Breaking into the old mansion...

Nick gasped as he looked around again. Outside the bedroom window it was daylight and he could see the forest. He was still there, still at the mansion and as he looked out into the mass of dead trees the young man could feel his blood run cold. The beast! That giant wolf! I-ItIt attacked him. The pain was still all too fresh in his mind but as Nick quickly studied his naked body he couldn't find a scratch.

Sure, it felt like every one of his muscles was being pricked with a million flaming needles but Nick remembered being torn apart. The blood, the sound of breaking bones, his life leaving his limp body and those eyesthose soulless red eyes. It sent a shiver up his spine. The young man could even recall the huge wolf biting him but when he looked at his shoulder, there wasn't any trace. Just some redness. Nick just couldn't understand it. The very last thing he could remember was being at death's door

"Ah. You're awake."

Nick was startled by the disembodied voice. He watched as a silver haired, middle aged man walked into the room. The older man was big and beefy. A fine male specimen if Nick did say so himself. Very attractiveWhat the fuck?! The young man shook his head. What was he thinking?! Nick wasn't gay! Why would that thought even enter his head? He rubbed his forehead and groaned. Fuck, he was messed up.

The older man stopped at the foot of the bed. He was holding of glass of something white, maybe milk, in one hand and something else in the other, but it was just out of Nick's sight.

"I glad you're awake," he said with a warm smile, "I was so worried."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "W-Who are you?" he asked, "Where am I?"

"My name is Duncan," the older man replied, "And this is my homebut you should already know that." Duncan then tossed what he was holding onto the bed. It was Nick's backpack and when it hit the mattress a gold plated candelabrum fell out. The young man's face fell. "I found you outside in the woods," the older man continued, his smile fading, "You had this with you."

"In the woods?" Nick repeated, "I was out in the woods?"

Duncan raised an eyebrow. "Yes," he answered, "You were unconscious. It looked like you took a nasty tumbleprobably running away from the scene of the crime."

"No," Nick shook his head, "Look, I'm sorry I stole from you but that'sthat's not what happened. I was attacked. By some kind of giantbeast! It was huge. It looked like a wolf or something. I wasalmost killed."

"A wolf? Right," Duncan smirked, "Well, there was a full moon out last night. Maybe it was a werewolf." He chuckled.

"It's not funny!" Nick roared back, "I waswas dead. I could feel it" His head fell.

Duncan's face softened. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset ya" the large man scratched the back of his head, "maybe it was a nightmare. It looked like you hit your head, maybe you were concussed. I don't know how long you were out."

"So, I've just been here for a night?" the younger man scratched his head, "Feels longer"

Nick smirked at himself. Somehow, Duncan's explanation sounded much more believable thanthan a werewolf attack. His smirk turned into a full blown smile and he even giggled. He held his face in his hands at his grunted at his own stupidity. Once he resurfaced he was greeted by Duncan smiling again. Gawd, he had a great smile

"Em, Duncan. I'm sorry, y'know for breaking in and trying to steal your stuff," Nick said while scrunching up an imaginary paper ball in his hands, "It's no excuse but I didn't know anyone lived here. I just thought, from the outside, y'know"

The older man scoffed but his smile remained. He trailed a hand over the bedrail as he sauntered up the side. "Well," Duncan said with a glint in his eye, "One thing you should never do, Nick, is judge something by its outer appearance."

The younger man was taken aback. "HowHow do you know my name?"

(Shit.)

Duncan's smile faded for a split second but he quickly regained his composure. "Well, erm, you told me. Don't you remember?" He could see Nick trying to remember, to find a memory that wasn't there. Duncan hoped he would just chalk it up to his 'concussion' and wouldn't question it. Luckily that's just what the young man did and they quickly moved on. He slipped. It was a stupid slip. He had been clever, lying about the timeframe, the werewolf double bluff and the reason behind Nick's pain. Duncan reminded himself to be careful. He shouldn't get cocky.

"Anyway," the older man continued, not giving Nick a chance to speak, "I'm sure you had a good reason for stealing my stuff so no hard feelings. Here." Duncan held out the glass of white stuff and offered it to the other man. Nick gingerly reached out and took it.

"What's this? Milk?" he asked as he sniffed at it.

"Yeah, sort of," Duncan replied, "It's an old family recipe. It should help soothe those bumps and bruises of yours."

The older man watched with bated breath as Nick brought the glass up to his lips. He took a sip and smacked his lips together to get a taste of the stuff. Duncan felt a shiver run up his back as the cute twink let out a deep 'Mmmmm.' Before Nick knew it he had gulped down the rest of the rich, creamy fluid. It flowed down his throat so thickly, so perfectly and left him with a warm, satisfying feeling in the pit of his tummy. Once he handed back the empty glass back to Duncan, he realised that his body didn't hurt anymore. It was amazing. All that pain was justgone. He licked his lips as he showed his admiration.

"Wow, that stuff's great," the young man grinned as he moved around while remaining pain free, "It's definitely something I could see myself getting hooked on."

Duncan's smile widened at the young man's choice of words. He managed to hold back the rumble that was building in his throat. As Nick shifted in bed he was suddenly reminded of his current state and couldn't stop himself from pulling the bedclothes over his naked body.

"Err, here's a question," he said, "Why am I not wearing any clothes?"

Duncan let out an awkward chuckle and scratched the back of his head. "Ah, that" he sat down on the bed just beside Nick's legs. The mattress dipped under the man's immense weight. "Well, your clothes were torn and wet and covered in mud so I just thought that " his eyes trailed over the young man's slender body, "You'd be better off without them." He smirked and then he placed a hand on one of the other man's legs.

Nick felt weird. He didn't like the way Duncan was looking at him, the fact he was so close and that he was touching him. As soon as he felt his hand, he flinched and tried to pull away.

"Hey, there's no need to be scared," the older man grinned, "Stop being so anxious, you've got nothing to be embarrassed about. You have a beautiful little body."

Nick flushed. He could feel his entire body go red as he pulled further away from the other man. "Erm, D-Duncan. I'm flattered butI'm not gay."

The older man didn't reply. He just smiled and winked before standing up and then went to leave the room. As he walked out of the door he muttered to himself, "Not yet anyway."

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Nick was freaking out. At first Duncan seemed like a nice guy; someone who had saved him and took him when he was in trouble in even in spite of him trying to rob his house. But Nick was starting to notice things that made him think that maybe the middle aged man wasn't the nice guy he made himself out to be. He had been feeling better for days now and had even expressed an interest in leaving but the older man just ignored him. Duncan kept giving him glasses of his special milk which made Nick warm and hazy andmore compliant. He wanted to stop drinking them but once the other man set a glass down in front of him, Nick couldn't stop himself from guzzling the tasty fluid down.

It soon felt like he was in a Stephen King novel and it wouldn't be long before Duncan came in with the hobbling post and sledge hammer. Nick's sleep was unsettled to say the least. He always dreamed of giant wolves, full moons and Duncan. Whenever he woke he was always sweaty and out of breath. It was so strange. Nick felt like something was growing inside, building to the point of bursting free. And whenever he woke with a start in the middle of the night and looked out the window at the moon that feeling only got stronger.

Another thing that was upsetting Nick was the way Duncan looked at him. It almost reminded him of the glowing red eyes of the werewolf from his nightmare. A look of hunger that made his skin crawl. Maybe the older man had a crush on him but it wasunsettling to Nick especially since Duncan had become a lot more liberal with his touching. Anytime he came into the room, he couldn't keep his strong hands off the young man's slender form. It was uncomfortable but what was more confusing to Nick was the arousal he started to feel. He couldn't help it. After a while the older man's fingers run up his naked flesh made his member stiffen and whenever he asked for a change of clothes, Duncan would merely say that he had nothing in his size. The young man was frustrated to say the least.

But what was truly getting to Nick was the smell. It wasn't as if the place stank, it was actually quite the opposite. There was always thispleasing odour that made the young man's body quiver. It didn't take long for Nick to realise that the tantalising scent got stronger, more concentrated whenever Duncan came into the room. The damn smell, which made Nick's cock twitch, was coming off that fucking freak. It made his body so hot and needy and he just didn't understand it! Nick wasn't gay! He shouldn't have been finding the older man's touches arousing or breathing in his musk like it was all he needed to survive. It was all just messing up the young man's already fucked up head.

The final straw happened one night when Nick was sleeping. He tossed and turned in bed as his dreams took hold of him. Within his troubled mind, the young man was running through the trees and he knew it was away from something. He ran and ran but he just couldn't lose his pursuer and then he tripped and fell to the ground. Nick whimpered in his sleep as he felt a large weight on his body. It was Duncan. The older man had invaded his dreams. He was naked and sporting a big, meaty cock which was dripping precum thickly from its engorged head. All of a sudden Nick was naked too and as he stared into Duncan's soulless red eyes, he entered him.

In his dream world there was no pain, only pleasure which coursed through his needy body so intensely. It felt so strange. The new submissive role that Nick had suddenly adopted as he begged for more of Duncan's huge cock and for him to thrust harder and deeper into his virgin hole. It was such a rush. He writhed around in his bed as his fingers clawed at Duncan's suddenly hairy back. Nick's eyes sprung open as the other male delivered one deep thrust against his sweet spot. He gasped when he saw that it was no longer Duncan ravaging his asshole but the beast. The huge wolf was breeding him like his own personal bitch and howling at the full moon in the sky.

It wasn't long before the animal was cumming. He bottomed out inside the human and his big, furry balls were drawn up to his body. With a deafening howl the werewolf pumped his hot, thick cum into Nick's loosened virgin hole. As the beast claimed his bitch, he leant in and sunk his fangs into the young man's shoulder. The combined pressure of the wolf's sharp teeth embedded in his flesh and his insides swelling with plentiful were-cum sent Nick over the edge. He roared as his explored over his chest which suddenly began to sprout fur. It wasn't long before Nick's screams of pleasure became ear piercing howls as he became just as much beast as the creature that was breeding his hole.

Nick woke with a start. He was covered in sweat and panting but he also feltsticky? After pulling the bedclothes off his exhausted body the young's man's eyes bulged. HeHe had had a wet dream?! About Duncan and that beast that almost killed him?! Nick looked at his hard member and the gobs of white that were dripping down his thin chest. He just couldn't believe it. Maybemaybe he did have a thing for the older man. Nick rubbed his face in frustration and then caught sight of the empty glass on the bedside locker. Duncan had given him a warm glass of his special milk before he went to sleep. That must have been it! The bastard was drugging him. It had to be. Probably mashed up some crazy sex drug into every glass and that's why Nick had been feeling so weird.

It was there and then that the young man decided that he needed to get out of there. Now!

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Duncan sat back in his armchair and swirled a glass of wine between his thick fingers. He was feeling pretty proud of himself and how well his plan was progressing. The older man took a sip of the crimson liquid before smirking to himself. His mind soon filled with images of him nursing Nick back to health for those lost two weeks.

For any other human, those injuries would most certainly have been fatal but thanks to Duncan infecting him it kept him alive just long enough so he could restore the other male to health. He rumbled as he remembered the delirious human nursing on his plump man-tits and sucking down his rich creamy milk. His milk was good stuff. Full of all the right things a growing pup needs. It healed all the human's injuries in only a few days as well as making him more compliant. Made him question everything less. Duncan knew that that wouldn't last but by the time Nick puts two and two together it would be too late. Hell! It was already too late.

The old man took another sip of his wine. He did miss the feeling of the human's eager lips on his plump nipples though. Ever since Nick woke up he had to milk himself and fed the younger man his milk in glasses so as now to arouse suspicion. It was nowhere near the same satisfaction but he knew that soon enough that the twink would be begging to nurse on his swollen teats again. The idea made him grin.

Duncan had already started to notice the changes in the human. Every time he walked into the bedroom he could see Nick's nostrils flaring frantically. His eager soon-to-be-pup had already recognised his musk and was subconsciously filling his lungs with the potent aroma every time he saw his alpha. It was starting to affect his mind, Duncan knew that for sure. Nick didn't pull away from his touch like he used to, in fact he was even pressing back into him. The older man had even noticed the twink's glazed over eyes checking his beefy body out when he thought he wasn't looking. His plan was progressing very nicely.

The wet dreams would start soon. Duncan gulped down the rest of his wine and set the empty ornate glass on a nearby table. Then it wouldn't be long after that the older man could really get to work. The full moon was only a few nights away. It was about time too! Duncan stretched his arms behind his head as he squirmed in his seat and rumbled. It was becoming more and more difficult to hold back the beast inside him. The beast who wanted to claim his pup every time he saw Nick's milky flesh rise and fall with each breath. He licked his lips as his cock became hard just thinking about it.

Duncan allowed one of his strong hands to hover over the serious bulge in his trousers. He huffed. Well, Nick was still asleep. Thanks to his heightened hearing, the older man could hear his shallow breathing from down the hall. Duncan thought that maybe a little feral fun wouldn't be a bad idea. He knew he should be saving up but at least it would help sate the horny beast within him, even if it was only for a little while. As he popped open the flies on his trousers and released his thick, throbbing piece of meat, the man's features started to change.

The older man wrapped his fingers around his swollen shaft and slowly began to pump his huge cock. He threw his head back and growled, his teeth becoming sharp. Images of Nick suddenly began to flood his mind. Thick precum was oozing from his tip, down his length and over his claw tipped fingers. Another growl fell from his wet lips as his ears became pointed. Duncan squeezed his pulsing member, forcing more pre to spew out from his swollen cockhead. His eyes turned red as he imagined his newly christened pup squirming beneath him, his tight little rump wrapped around his meaty length.

Duncan laid back in his armchair as he continued to please himself. He undid the buttons on his shirt and watched as the volume of hair on his body began to increase. While it did it darkened, turning from silver to jet black. His muscular chest rose and fell with every one of his gasps while he brought himself closer and closer to his end. It wasn't long before his cock began to chance in his tight grip. The meaty length began to swell and darken as it changed shape. Its tip became pointed and string like veins grew over its crimson body. Duncan bit his lower lip as his muzzle shot out from the centre of his face. His knot engorged at the base of his canine cock as his hefty pair of furry balls twitched in anticipation of his approaching release.

The large wolf growled and grunted as he felt his body bulge and begin to grow. His armchair groaned under his increasing weight and the seams of his clothes tearing behind the slick sound of his pumping. Duncan's impressive lupine form bulged with powerful, veiny muscles. The massive male's arms and legs were as thick and strong as tree trunks. His pecs were huge and sported a set of large plump nipples that were the perfect size for an eager pup's muzzle. The alpha werewolf snarled as his thoughts were still on Nick and all the things he was going to do to his young acquisition. His entire body surged with pleasure as he tried to hold back his howls. He didn't want to wake the human up so he clamped a powerful paw over his muzzle.

Duncan squeezed and jerked his cock as thick, creamy pre dribbled down onto the floor. The huge, panting werewolf moaned and grunted as he felt himself passing the point of no return. However, just as his balls contracted and his convulsing cock began to shoot his seed, Duncan heard a quiet gasp at his bedroom door.

Someone was looking through the keyhole

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Nick tried to get out of bed as quietly as he could. His legs felt a little numb after being there for so long. He took a few steps and stretched to get some feeling back. The cool night air soon reminded the young man of his lack of clothes so he took the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around his thin body. Nick's torso was still sticky from the load he had shot from his wet dream but he just ignored it. After he tied the bed sheet off to make a makeshift tunic, the young man went for the door.

As luck would have it, it wasn't locked but as soon as Nick wrapped his hand around the knob he suddenly had second thoughts. He didn't understand it. He knew he needed to escape because there was definitely something wrong in this place butbut he knew it would upset Duncan. And he just didn't want to upset him. Nick shook his head. This guy had lied to him, held him here and possibly drugged him and he actually cared what he thought?! The young man held his head in his hand. Duncan had just fucked with his mind and that's why he was thinking like this.

Ignoring the voices in his head, Nick turned the knob and slowly opened the door. He pulled it open carefully so he didn't make a sound and alert his holder. Once there was a crack big enough to fit through, Nick made his way out into the upstairs corridor. He looked down the hallway and saw the top of the staircase. All he had to do was make it there, get down the stairs, get outside and find his way out of the forest. Not the most elegant escape plan but it wasn't as if the young man had many other options. But he knew that one of the doors he had to pass had to be Duncan's room so it took it slow and steady. He tested every floorboard before putting his foot down but miraculously he managed to get halfway to the stairs without making a sound.

However, a sudden noise caught the young man's ears and stopped him dead in his tracks. It sounded like a deep groan coming from behind a nearby door. Nick turned his head to face it and then his nostrils flared as he suddenly inhaled a delicious scent. His mouth watered and his cock throbbed against the bed sheet. It was so strong and so fucking manly. He inhaled again and his whole body shivered in a sudden onset of pure need. Nick walked forward, his legs feeling like jelly as arousal took over his quivering form. He quietly got down onto his knees and pressed his eye against the keyhole.

It took all of Nick's willpower to hold back his gasp. He covered his mouth with his hands as he watched with wide eyes the sight of Duncan jerking off.

The older man's cock was huge! It was so thick and it was leaking so much musky pre. Before Nick knew it, his own hand was down on his stiff member and rubbing it through his bed sheet. It was so fucking hot. He tried to stay quiet so he kept a hand over his mouth as he began to pump his rock hard member. Nick's escape plans soon disappeared from his mind and were replaced by him and Duncan together. The older man's big, throbbing cock in his mouth. Sucking on the hot meat hungrily and lubing it up so it could slide deep in between his legs. Duncan would howl as he claimed him as his bitch.

Nick bit down on his hand as these thoughts took hold of him. Precum dribbled down his heated shaft and over his fingers, slicking them up as he upped his pace. He pressed his eye right against the keyhole and matched his rhythm with Duncan's. The young man's breathing became erratic as he saw the other male pop open the buttons on his shirt and revealed his hairy, muscular chest. It looked so beefy. So appetising. Nick squeezed his cockhead as he ran his tongue across his lips.

He wanted nothing more than to lick up the length of Duncan's thick treasure trail, lap up every salty bead of pungent sweat, swirl his tongue over the prime flesh and then take his plump nipples into his mouth. Nick bit down on his hand harder as his imagination ran away with him. His cock pulsed in his grip. He could feel his end building fast. The young man kept his eyes on Duncan, his big, swollen cock and his hairy chesthis REALLY hairy chest. In factDuncan's chest was becoming hairier by the second. His whole body was!

Nick watched, his mouth open in terror, as the other man transformed. While Duncan pumped his pulsing cock, he developed a thick pelt of dark fur. His teeth became sharp, his ears found their way to the top of his skull and became pointed and his eyesthose familiar glowing red eyes. Nick felt his blood run cold as the front of Duncan's face suddenly shot out and formed a muzzle. Even his cock changed in his new paws and became more canine. It was a truth that the human almost couldn't believe except the evidence was right in front of him just about to orgasm.

Duncan was the beast! He was a werewolf!

As the large lupine reached his climax and howled in pure ecstasy, Nick gasped and fell backwards. His foot caught in the bed sheet that was covering his body and ripped right up the front. The young man hit the floor with a loud thud.

*************

Inside the master bedroom Duncan shot a few volleys of white before jumping up onto his feet. His tail was out straight behind him as he turned towards the door and bellowed. There was no point in trying to hold back the surges of pleasure that were coursing through his huge body as his orgasm continued. While Duncan made a beeline for the bedroom door his meat cannon fired off several thick rounds of cum that spattered all over the floor and walls. The werewolf gripped the wooden frame and with a snarl tore the door off its hinges. He flung it to the side and was greeted by a startled, nude twink on the other side.

Duncan advanced, his teeth bared and his cock still erupting. When the beast saw the human laying there, his little prick hard and stains of dried cum over his milky chest, he felt another surge ripple through his body. He groaned as his legs turned to jelly and then gave out from under him. Duncan fell forward onto Nick and as soon as his swollen cock pressed against the young man's supple form, the large werewolf began to rut against him. He humped the human's warm body like a dog in heat. Sliding his huge length up and down Nick's torso and practically drowning him in were-cum.

Nick squirmed under the other male's immense weight. He was being smoothed under the mass of sweaty fur that was using him as its own humping pillow. Duncan was covering his whole body with a thick coating of warm cum. All the human could smell was the hot, musky, sticky mess and although it was getting difficult to breathe, he didn't care. Nick nuzzled into the werewolf's fur and filled his lungs to their absolute limit with his pungent scent. He whimpered as he came and rutted back against Duncan. His back arched and he moaned wetly but as soon as his orgasm ended, Nick detested himself so much.

It came as a great relief when Duncan finally got up off him. The young man was covered in fur, cum, sweat and a sense of fear of what was coming next. Now that the beast had caught him escaping and used him to get off, was that it? Had he had enough of him? He had discovered Duncan's secret. Nick remembered the pain the huge wolf had inflicted on him. He cringed and even felt tears welling up in his eyes. What was stopping Duncan from ending his life then and there?

He gingerly lifted his tired, sticky body off the ground and trailed his eyes up the other male's furry body. The beast was even bigger than he remembered. Finally when Nick's eyes met Duncan's, he saw a sinister grin on his muzzle before he lunged. Nick didn't even get a chance to scream before Duncan stuffed his face into his musky armpit. The huge wolf ground the human's head into his sweat laden underarm fur and didn't stop until he felt him struggling for air. Nick flailed his arms and legs as his struggled to free himself from the beast's grip. It was no use. He was still as strong as he remembered him.

When Duncan let him go, Nick pulled back and gasped deeply. He didn't stop inhaling until his head was spinning and he felt sick to his stomach. His face was dripping with the werewolf's pungent sweat and that was the only thing he could smell. Both that and Duncan's cum that was beginning to dry on his body. Nick whined but suddenly the beast was on the move. He grabbed the young man by the hair and then started to drag him down the corridor toward the staircase.

Nick cried out in pain as Duncan pulled him down over each step. His ass and back were stinging from being dragged over the carpet. There was no a moment of relief as the huge wolf pulled him out of the mansion and into the backyard. Twigs and stones tore into Nick's flesh as he was dragged along. He had a tight grip on Duncan's paw in order to relieve some of the pain that felt like his hair was torn out of his head.

"Stop! STOP!" he cried, "PLEASE! Where are you taking me?!"

Duncan just grunted in response and then continued to pull the young man over the unforgiving terrain. Suddenly he stopped at a pile of leaves. Nick was thankful but he was still in so much pain. The beast dusted off the leaves a revealed hidden cellar door. He grabbed one of the large metal rings in his paw and opened the way up. Duncan turned and yanked Nick onto his feet. He yelped but then went silent as the werewolf's large paw wrapped around his neck. The 10 foot beast bent down and then leaned in close. He snarled. His rank breath washed over Nick's face. Duncan could feel the other male swallow against his vice grip like paw.

"Looks like I have to speed up my plans a little," the beast suddenly growled, "Say goodbye to your humanity, pup. Because soon you will be mine. Mind. Body. And soul!"

With that, the werewolf dragged his prey down a spiralling stone staircase. The cellar doors clanked shut behind them as Duncan brought Nick into his underground lair. A private set of chambers were humans are broken and obedient little werewolf pups are born.

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Nick was struggling desperately to free himself from the werewolf's grip. The beast dragged him roughly down the stairs, making sure that he felt every step on his naked backside. It came as a great relief to Nick when they finally reached the bottom and some flatter terrain. As the young man was pulled across the freezing stone ground, he frantically looked around and studied his surroundings.

The place looked like a medieval dungeon. They were traveling down a long dank corridor which seemed to go on forever beneath the earth. All the walls were solid grey stone with disgusting green mould dripping from them. It was lit by electric lights which were along the ceiling but it was still pretty dim. As Duncan dragged him along, Nick passed several wooden doors and some were slightly ajar. He gulped when he noticed the chains and restraints on the walls inside, a rack and some iron cages of varying sizes. The place really was a dungeon!

Suddenly Duncan stopped. They had reached the end of the corridor and a large wooden door. With one paw still gripping Nick's hair tightly, the werewolf reached out and wrapped his other paw around the black metal handle. He opened the door and then dragged the human inside. Nick's whole body trembled violently as the beast suddenly threw him forward. He landed on the hard stone ground with a loud grunt. The young man scrambled to get up, his weak arms tried to push his body up. After fighting against Duncan's grip for so long Nick felt exhausted. He just didn't have any energy left. A whimper fell from his lips as he raised his head a looked around.

The room was much the same as the rest of the dungeon. There was another wooden door apart from the one they entered but on one of the walls there was a multitude of television screens. There was a giant one at the centre with much smaller ones surrounding it. Nick threw his gaze in the direction of the opposite and gasped when he saw Duncan undoing shackles which were fixed into the stone. Once all five of them had been opened, the werewolf turned and directed his attention to the cum soaked human that was shivering in fear on the floor. He had a huge grin stretching across his muzzle.

Nick's eyes bulged when Duncan began to make his way over to him. He gripped at the ground and tried to pull himself away since his limbs felt so useless. The young man shrieked as he made a desperate crawl for the door.

"N-NO!" he cried, "STAY AWAY!"

Duncan just laughed. In only a few shorts strides he was on top of the fleeing human. He reached down and picked Nick up. The young man put up a little fight but it was nothing the werewolf couldn't handle. He slung the human over his shoulder and then walked back to the restraints on the wall. Duncan set Nick back down onto his feet and then pinned him against the wall. He bent down. His breath in the trembling human's ear. Nick flinched and whimpered, fearing for his life.

The beast chuckled. He grasped the human's chin in his paw and firmly directly his head until they were looking into each other's eyes. There was so much fear inside Nick and the huge wolf could see it. He could practically taste it. Duncan suddenly heard a hissing sound and then a wetness under his footpads. The werewolf glanced down a found a large, yellow puddle at the Nick's feet.

"Oh dear," Duncan growled, "It seems as if my pup's not house trained yet. Don't worry, I'll fix that." He leant in closer and the young man tried to turn away. Nick shook as another whimper escaped his lips. He felt like pissing himself again.

"Now, now," the beast cooed, "There's no need to be afraid, pup. I know I've hurt you before but I promise I'll never do that againunless you're naughty of course."

Nick looked up into the glowing red eyes of the beast as tears began to stream down his face. He was more afraid than he ever had been in his entire life and yetDuncan's words were soothing. It was an awful thing to say but the beast's gentle cooing was actually putting him at ease. And, being so close to the werewolf, Nick's nostrils were also being assaulted by his thick musk. The potent mix of kind words and rank, pleasing body odour was turning the human's trembles of fear into shivers of pure arousal.

He whined as he felt his member stand to attention. Nick tried to fight the feeling he knew he shouldn't be feeling but it was proving pointless. His fear addled mind was swimming in Duncan's sheer feral power, his musk and his strong, bulging body. Before Nick knew it, he was swaying into the werewolf and bucking his hips feverously.

Duncan grinned at his horny little pup's antics but he knew it wouldn't last. The human would continue to shift between hating and adoring his alpha until the night of the full moon. He wanted to do it slowly, to build up on Nick's attraction to his human form before switching over to his true form. But like the impatient bastard that he was, Duncan had burned that bridge so now he had to speed things up a bit. He really needed to push the werewolf aspect and luckily, he and a few of his lycanthrope brothers came up with the perfect tool. Complete sensory bombardment.

"Alright pup," Nick looked up at Duncan with sleepy eyes, "I want you to raise your arms. That's it. Just like that." The large wolf quickly secured the black iron shackles to the young man's wrists. "Right now, spread your legs." Nick did what he was told and looked on as Duncan attached the restraints to each of his calves. "Okay pup, now just put your head back," the human put the back of his head against the wall as he inhaled another lungful of the beast's overwhelming musk, "Good boy. Now, don't struggle." Duncan snapped the special restraints around Nick's forehead. He made sure that it was tight enough that the young man couldn't move his head but that it wasn't hurting him.

After checking all of Nick's bonds were secure Duncan padded over to the assortment of television screens on the opposite wall. With a grin he flicked a switch and all on the monitors turned on. The werewolf swaggered over to the large wooden door he had entered but turned to the restrained human before leaving.

"Enjoy pup," Duncan smiled as the tip of his cock peeked out from his thick sheath, "It's one of my favourite movies." And with that he was gone, shutting the door behind him.

*************

After a while the werewolf's musk dissipated from the room and Nick could feel his mind clearing. He went to move but quickly discovered that he was shackled tightly to the wall. Even his head had been restrained. He couldn't even remember it happening. The young man struggled but was not able to break free. He was trapped. Nick just couldn't understand how he let Duncan subdue him so easily. His eyes darted around the room frantically since they were the only part of him that could move. They settled on the screens on the opposite wall. Duncan must have turned them on before leaving.

They were all just showing static at first but suddenly they all changed. Nick watched as the multitude of screens showed a young man restrained in the centre of a dimly lit room. It looked like it was filmed by a basic video camera. All jerky and unsettled. It seemed whoever was holding the camera couldn't hold still. Nick could hear him breathing heavily too. It was so loud. The sound reverberated around the room so intensely that the young man couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.

Obviously not having much of a choice, Nick's eyes focused on the man in the giant screen at the centre of all the monitors. He looked like he was about Nick's age, maybe a bit younger, thin and shivering. Nick could hear him whimpering softly. It worried him. He wasn't exactly sure what would happen. Suddenly Nick's hair stood on end when he saw two red eyes appear from behind the man on the screen. His breath hitched when he saw a huge werewolf appear from out of the shadows. Nick could see his sharp teeth glint as he advanced towards the tied up human.

The young man squirmed in his restraints, wanting desperately to shout out and warn the man on the screen. What was the point? Nick's eyes widened as he saw the huge form of the giant wolf looming just behind the man on the screen. He heard the beast growl and then wrapped his large paws over the human's body. Nick felt his blood run cold as he watched the werewolf bend down and open his maw. Immediately he feared the worst and tried desperately to look away. But then, Nick watched in awe as the young man on the monitor turned his head back and looked up at the beast. He gingerly opened his own mouth and then met the werewolf's muzzle.

Nick watched in horror at every screen as the beast and the man made out passionately. The sounds were so clear and so loud that Nick could hear every grunt, every growl and every needy moan and whimper. Whoever was working the camera had discovered the zoom function so the young man was treated to a close up of the action. Thick werewolf drool flowed down the human's face as his willing mouth was devoured by the beast. It was messy and hot and Nick was hating himself because he could not fucking turn away. On screen the werewolf had his large tongue down the human's throat, practically smothering him but it didn't seem as if he cared. In fact, the young man was sucking hungrily on the beast's slimy appendage and moaning like a right slut.

When they had finally parted, Nick could see that both males were hard and leaking pre. Thick strings of sloppy drool hung heavily from around their mouths as they leant into one another. The werewolf nuzzled into the human's hair and the human did the same into werewolf's fur.

"Murr! My eager little pup," the beast on screen growled. The heated words made Nick's body shiver and went straight to his cock. His mouth fell open in awe as he continued to watch. "Tell your daddy wolf what you want," the beast played with the young man's erect member as he spoke. Nick gasped when he suddenly realised that the human had a dog's cock!

The young man on the monitor whimpered and then looked up at the werewolf. His nose had turned black, his teeth had sharpened and his ears had found their way up to the top of his head and had become pointed. Nick watched as the 'human' wiggled out from the werewolf's embrace and then got onto all fours. He lifted his tail (tail?!) and then shook his slender hips and made the beast's huge, swollen cock throb.

"Mmmm, daddy," the younger werewolf murred, "Mount me please. Mount your pup and pound his tailhole like the...*Meep*...g-good littlelittle bitch he is. Breed me!!!"

At that point the video cut out but it had done its job. Nick was panting, sweaty and his cock was hard. He writhed around in his shackles, making the chains clink as he moaned. The words 'pup' and 'daddy' swirled around his suddenly hazy mind and at its centre was him and Duncan. Him and the elder together, entwined in body and soul forever. Nick knew he shouldn't be thinking like that but the voices in his head that were telling him that were getting quieter and quieter.

At that point the video cut out but it had done its job. Nick was panting, sweaty and his cock was hard. He writhed around in his shackles, making the chains clink as he moaned. The words 'pup' and 'daddy' swirled around his suddenly hazy mind and at its centre was him and Duncan. Him and the elder together, entwined in body and soul forever. Nick knew he shouldn't be thinking like that but the voices in his head that were telling him that were getting quieter and quieter.

Suddenly another scene came onto the screens. Nick's eyes quickly fixed themselves on the giant monitor in the middle. He licked his lips as he watched with intense concentration. On the other end of a security camera that was nestled in the far corner of the room Duncan was grinning from ear to ear. He watched, rock hard, as the video did its work. A couple of hours of pre-recorded alpha on pup action will definitely get Nick ready for the next stage of his transformation.

Duncan laid back in his seat, his fingertips drifting up along his throbbing canine length as he watched his pup squirm in his restraints. Suddenly his life had gotten much more interesting and his rut was a thing of the distant past. The werewolf grinned.

"Good pup."

To be continued in Breaking the routine part 2: The Transformation