12 comments/ 74566 views/ 53 favorites Werewolf Ch. 01 By: Sassiwolf7 Chapter 1: The Beginning Sometimes I wonder how I ended up here, after all I have been through, after all that I have done, and all that I've seen. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning, the night I have come to know as one of the most life changing event that has come to pass in my short life time. I was heading home from a bar in Edenborough, half stumbling down the hills, but I wasn't too far gone that I didn't know what was what. I went through a close that made my walk that much quicker, yet in the end that was my undoing. I felt someone behind me before I ever knew someone was following me, but one moment I was walking home safely, the next I was blacking out. Once I came to my head throbbing from him sedating me, I f getting knocked out is sedation. I felt the ropes dig into my wrists and ankles when I tried standing up; instantly I felt awake with panic. That's when I heard a growling laugh from the corner. "Are you finally awake? I thought I might have done some damage." Instantly I started, "Let me go you sick fuck, what did I do to you?" "Nothing, but then none of us really has before we are turned." My mind raced with random thoughts, 'I never said goodbye to my parents.' 'How loose is the rope?' 'How much this man reminded him of the big bad wolf.' What came out was, "Hey take my money or whatever you want, but let me go." The growling laugh again, "Oh I'll let you go right after I take what I want from you." I felt a chill run through my body and I panicked. I must explain, I have been called 'pretty boy' more than once. With my dark brown, wavy hair and soft brown eyes, and the fact that I look as young as 16 while I was 23 did nothing to make me fell better al the situation I found myself in. Not to ignore the fact that he was at least 5" above my 5'10" height and had at least 50 lbs on me. Not that either of us were out of shape, but I had runner muscle that was lean while he was of body builder stature. Suddenly he took out a switch blade and came towards me. Fear surrounded me, "I'll do anything you ask, don't kill me." He laughed at that, "I was hoping you would say that, and if you are good for me I will spare your life...maybe even enrich it." My eyes were wide in fright and I could tell he could feel, smell and even taste my fear. "Now hold still." The blade came toward me and I was locked in place with fear, but he simply cut my shirt off. I could hear a low growl in the back of his throat, and was near panting with need when I looked to his face. I saw the need, the lust in his masculine features; a small part of me noticed that he wasn't horrible looking with all of his body hair, just every part of him said alpha male. He brought his mouth down on my erect nipples; I felt his warm mouth on me, his facial hair scratching me. I couldn't help a small moan from escaping me, I quickly suppressed it but he heard it and he knew that he was getting to me. I felt his hands on my pants unbuttoning them and then he moved off of me to bring them down. He slashed through the rope at my ankles and pulled them fully off of me, leaving me in my boxer-briefs. I realized that my legs were free but I found I couldn't move, and if I was truthful to myself it wasn't just the terror. Feeling his breath on my covered cock I looked down and saw him inches away from my stirring cock. He could sense my unwanted arousal, and he smiled as he looked into my questioning eyes. I couldn't watch as he started to drag my last covering over my awaking cock and down over my legs. The position I was in crashed over me; I was alone with a man, that could kill me without any weapons, and I was naked and tied by my wrists. Fear rose again in waves, and he only laughed his growling laugh. Suddenly he was down on the ground next to me on all fours, licking my body, tasting the salty sweat of my fear. The tongue felt rough but was wet over my hot body, the air making it cool. Down to my inner thigh, his hot breath on my cock once again, but his tongue went lower over my balls and to the other leg. I moaned once more and felt my cock responding to the pleasure of his tongue; I tried to will it away but could not. His burning mouth was on my cock making me respond even though I did not want to. His tongue flicking over my sensitive head and his mouth tightening and sucking me, making me groan in pleasure. Suddenly I give into him I wanted him to continue his manipulations on my needy member, I needed it. He looked up at me and with joy in his eyes he swallowed down my cock to the base, I had never been deep throated as my cock was over 7" but here he was doing easy. I felt his hand move to the base of my cock but then he moved it to my balls playing with them as his mouth bobbed on my cock. The hand slipped farther down until it was running over my puckered hole, until one finger traced the opening. My body stiffened at his touch as I have never had another person play with me there, not that I hadn't before, but soon I felt the pleasure building from all his work on my body. I think I yelled "Stop" as his finger slipped into me but I might have just thought it. I let out a growl of pained-pleasure as he moved his finger around in my hole, but with the work on my cock by his mouth I could not hold on any longer. My body convulsed and letting out an animal cry I shot my cum into his mouth. What surprised me is that he milked my cock getting out all the cum he could and letting me go. My breathing was hard from the fantastic orgasm my rapist mouth had given me, but I felt him move up. Suddenly I felt his mouth on mine, although my brain told me to resist, my body gave into him and he fed me my own cum. I tasted the salty mixture and found that it was not horrible tasting, in fact I wouldn't mind tasting it again. He rose from me and tore his clothes from his body; I got my first look at a hard cock other than my own. My eyes grew wide 'He is HUGE!' is all I could think over and over again. Now I knew why he was undaunted by my cock, his was at least 10" mine looked normal compared to his. Knowing that my lust was cooling with my spent cock he quickly took charge of my unmoving body. "Get up and suck my cock. Make me feel good like I made you feel good." He stood before me with his mighty cock pointing before him. My brain was telling me to run anywhere and yet my body moved to him as if I never really had a choice. He cut the bonds on my wrists and my hands grasp his huge cock, the hard yet pliable feeling as my hands ran over it. "Lick it!" Again with a will of its' own my head came forward and my mouth opened. I tasted his precum as my tongue licked over his throbbing head. My eyes rolled and I almost swooned at the taste of his nectar, he growled in pleasure again he knew he had me. "Suck it!" I stretched my mouth over his cock and tried to get it all into my mouth but I gagged once it hit the back of my throat. Looking down I saw I barely had half of him in my mouth but I licked and sucked him as far as I could and jacked the rest with my hands. He was groaning in pleasure but suddenly I was pushed away from him and I hit the floor again. Stunned I started thinking, 'Did I hurt him?' 'Was I not doing it right?' and finally 'I need to taste him again!' The last thought hit me hard as I had never thought of myself as gay in any way, but here I was sucking the man that just sucked me. He grabbed the rope again and tied my wrist up and used the other end to tie my upper legs together. I was bent forward unable to straighten out, and he physically picked me up and moved me to the edge of an old couch. My body rested on the couch as my knees rest on the floor. I could feel him behind me and felt his hands spread my ass apart, his long tongue started to lick my asshole. Fear started to rise again but I couldn't deny the pleasure of his tongue slowly wetting me down for what his planned to do with me. I felt him rise and heard him spit into his hand, then the feeling of his cock running over my crack. Fear ran through my body, "No don't do that, please, I'll suck you again. Please do not stick that into my ass!" He laughed at my pleads and lined his massive cock up to my little hole and started to push. Suddenly it gave way and his head popped in, my body was on fire from the hot poker that was impaling me. Slowly he started pushing into me, I cried in pain but he didn't stop once. I could hear him groaning in pleasure as his cock was massaged by my muscles in my tight hole. Finally I felt his hair on my ass, he was all the way in, and then slowly he started pulling out. Suddenly he hit a spot inside of me and I couldn't help but to moan. The pain receded and pleasure was taking it's place, then he started pushing again, the pain got worse but there was a small bit of pleasure as he hit the spot again and again. I could feel him picking up the pace and although it still hurt, the pleasure was winning out. My body gave into him, my cock was starting to stir again and I was starting to move back to meet his thrusts. This is what he must have been looking for as he suddenly pulled out of my ass and took a step back. My ass felt empty and I wiggled it slightly hoping to get him interested, before my brain took over and wondered why I was trying to get sodomized. I looked behind me and pleaded with my eyes, but for what I cannot know. "Get up on the couch on your back." I was able to get myself up there with my legs still attached to my hands, which meant they were in the air and left my ass open to him. He rubbed his cock over my ass again, "Ask for me to use your ass. Beg for my cock." My body took over again, "Please use me, I need your cock in me, my ass craves it!" With that he growled and all at once he pushed his length into me, we both groaned at the pained-pleasure of it. I could see him now over me bending my legs into me to get himself as deep as he could, went suddenly I noticed he was changing. He was becoming hairier, his eyes and nose and mouth changing and not changing; somehow making his face look more wolf-like but not changing the makeup of it. His body became hairier, harder, and it gained both mass and height yet it looked similar but wolf-like. And his cock inside of me grew at least another inch, yet it was the least of my worries. I knew that I was not dealing with just another moral, he was a werewolf, but how I knew in the panic I felt I still don't know. He was panting in need to cum, he liked that he was frightening me, yet due to the rubbing of my prostate from his even larger cock, I had not lost my hardon. In fact I was drooling precum from the tip of it, and he wanted me to cum with him. My brain tried to suppress any pleasure I was getting from him with the thoughts of what the werewolf was going to do with me, but my body was winning out. I could feel the need to cum rising quickly and knew that he was almost there too. I heard him howl with one last thrust into my ass he started to cum right into my prostate, triggering me to cum too. My ass muscles milking his cum from him as my chest and stomach were splashed with cum from my own cock. Suddenly he tears through the rope and it falls to pieces and I am released, but then he bends down and bites down on my shoulder and rips into it. His nails slash at my chest and I feel him bite down on my throat and give a little shake of his head, but I stay limp and feel him let go. Just as sudden as the attack he moves away, "I have given you 27 days and then I will find you again and help you." He runs to the door as he grabs his clothing from the floor, "I am sorry it went that far." I am left on a dirty couch in a bare room; slowly I get up and feel my tender ass rub against the fabric. I pull on my pants as he took my boxer-briefs, and see my shirt is not wearable in the shreds that lay on the floor. I leave from the same door I saw him take off from and find myself walking up stairs until I am outside, and I start to walk in the earliest hours of the morning. I look up and notice the nearly full moon, just a little taken from the roundness of it. It was a waning moon...27 days until full again. Werewolf Ch. 02 As I am walking the streets my neck, shoulder and chest are bleeding yet I cannot feel a thing. Sadly this far off the main path no one is around to notice me stumbling down the street shirtless, bleeding and wondering how I got raped by a werewolf. After a few nameless streets I found one I recognized and started towards my apartment, seeing no one along the way. Faltering up the stairs to my apartment I finally made it to my door, and luckily I still had my keys. After making it inside I hurried and locked the door, then sank down, 'Fuck! What happened?' is all I could think over and over again until I passed out. I woke up with the morning sun hitting my face, lying on the floor next to the door disoriented. That was until I saw the healing scrapes on my body, and then the night came crashing back into my mind. I got up as fast as my sore body would allow and ran to the bathroom mirror. The bite and scratch marks were healing like they were days, maybe even a week old. I stripped out of my jeans and found that I was still tender from him entering me. His huge cock growing even larger when he changed in front of me, just the memory of it was making me get hard. I watched my cock grow hard at the memory of my first time with a guy, before my brain caught up and screamed. What was I doing, I was getting hard at the thought of getting raped by a guy that wasn't a guy. I wasn't gay, I liked chicks, I haven't had one in awhile but that's no reason to want it again. I took a cold shower and headed back to bed and hoped that the world would self-destruct, but it was no such luck when I woke up hours later. Instead I denied it all and decided that I had been drugged and then attacked by a dog. That lie got me through three weeks but that last week my eyes kept going to the sky watching the moon fill out each night, checking the date of the full moon. Finally the night was upon me, I knew that I would be worse if I went outside so instead I locked myself in. In my mind I kept hearing his low growl of a voice saying, "I have given you 27 days and then I will find you again and help you." Though I wasn't sure how he would find me again I somehow knew he would have his ways, so what that I was hiding but I was good with that. I've never been the one to fight, I would rather talk it out, and somehow I didn't think this guy or beast would like to talk. Then I heard a knocking on my door just before dusk, I tried pretending that I wasn't home. He didn't believe it, knocking louder, "I will get in there whether you let me in or not, it's only a door in the way." I didn't want him to get the neighbors into it I quickly walked to the door and opened it to see not only the one whom bit me but three others. They were just as big as he was and just as masculine, only differences in faces and colorings. Without farther prompting the first guy- or beast?- said, "You gotta come with us for the first change and meet the pack." And then the rest turned to go, I had figured that they would have more to say or do to me, but I wasn't real interested in getting beat up by four huge guys so I kept my mouth shut and followed them out. My guy was behind me making sure I didn't run off I would guess, somehow made me feel better. Still the idea of turning into such beasts made my stomach turn inside out, at least I will look like a man now and not a teenager. They kept me in line for quite awhile as we trotted down and up the streets until I had no idea where we were. In the street lights I would notice how broad the others' shoulders were and how good their asses were in their jeans before catching myself, I didn't need to get a woody from this situation. Finally we made it to an old residence with lots of open land near it and what looked like a large park behind it, on the outskirts of the city. Surprisingly I wasn't tired at all, more like wired to get my manhood, to become part of the 'pack' and all that. I've always been the outsider, too quiet in school and even with cute features most people were friendly with me but not too interested in anything more. As we came to the house I could feel the others in front of me relaxing and started to make jokes with each other in their low growling voices. Upon going through the large, ornate, front door we turned a couple of times until we came to what would have been a ballroom before. There was a grouping of people, not all were men, a handful were women although I wouldn't call them models, they look more masculine than I do. I got plenty of looks from both but it wasn't longing or reassurance, it was distaste. Great, I'm an outcast here too. As we passed one of the women said to my guy, "Gees I knew you liked them small but didja have to change this one, he'll never be one of us." He only growled back at her. Fucking fantastic! Now I'm a freak werewolf and I don't even fit in here. My hopes that the change would change me were lessening; I just hoped that I would make it through now. We were passing through the ballroom now and entering a smaller chapel like room, though there is no cross on the walls it still screams sacred. The three newer guys fell back so that it was only my werewolf leading up to a man in robes. On cue my werewolf dropped to his knee and dipped his head, "Master I am here to set my foundling to his first turn." He turned his head at me with a growl low in his throat; I jumped down to match his stance. The robed man looked down on us, only the moonlight reflecting off his eyes. "So be it. You will help him in this first turn as the midnight moon forces it, then you will guide him so that he will not be a problem to this society." And with that he turned and left out a side door. My guy got up and moved towards the same door before looking back and growling, "Come on, you don't want to have your first change indoors." The fear was growing in the pit of my stomach but I couldn't deny the excitement either. I will be part of a society, of course in this case it's more of a pack but I'll take what I can get. As we moved outside I saw that most of the people that had gathered inside had also moved outside under the moonlight. Quickly I noticed that everyone was undressing or undressed already, so I guess that means you rip your clothes when you change and no clothes when you change back. Good to know. As my guy was undressing I followed suit and started too. It was worse than high school, at least there the guys didn't check you out lest they are thought gay, here I had everyone looking at me and judging me not worthy. I could hear the grumbling whispers and low chuckles of the others here, but the man in the robe yelled out to us and grabbed all the attention. "Here we gather under the full moon for the Hunt, upholding the honored traditions of our forbearers. Throw off what makes us civilized and run with your pack in the light of the illuminating mother. Go now and be free." And with that last he threw down his robe and shifted growing larger, hairy, more wolf-like. With a howl he lead the pack away into the ground's wooded area, but my guy and I stayed behind. I had yet to change. Finally he turns to me once all the other werewolves are out of sight, "Dude I am sorry that I did that to you, but now you'll live a long time and be really cool." Sadly my first thought is 'I will be stuck with a illiterate surfer guy for the rest of my life'. He looked me over once more and his eyes flicked over the woods and suddenly both of his hands were around the sides of my head and he brought me into his hot lips. His hot tongue flicked into my surprised mouth and his moist lips meeting mine, then he released me just as quickly. "So...ummm... this is going to hurt a lot the first time but it doesn't as much once you do it for awhile. You don't have to shift every moon after this one but you'll want to it and it's really hard to fight. That's what happened last month but it's really fun to let go and be free as a werewolf. You'll love it." I was fighting the draw of his sexuality and my cock twitching while still listening but it wasn't easy. Abruptly those feeling stopped and a pain started racing through my body, just as the clock was striking midnight. The blinding pain was my bones were growing too large for my skin and trying to break out and my skin was on fire as a multitude of hair grew out. I heard creaking and cracking of my bones as they changed shape and the stretch of my skin trying to fit over the new shapes. My fingers burns as I brought them before my eyes they and my nails grew longer but felt as though they were getting pulled out. A loud moan of pain started but switched to a howl as it passed over my tongue and soon the blinding pain subsided to a dull throbbing one. I looked over to my guy and he had changed as easily as he had last month, so I knew it would get better, but fuck that hurt. He was still taller and overall bigger than I was, but there wasn't as much of a difference as when I was human and he werewolf. So it was a wash and I didn't get huge by getting bit, but I get to be bigger, stronger, faster than before. He looked at me and back to the woods then started running for the woods. I followed and was surprised on how easy it was to run, almost more natural than it was walking. We came upon the pack and found that someone or many had killed a deer and while some were feasting on it some were having more fun fucking the females with blood on their muzzles. My guy went up to the carcass and bit into the meat taking some to swallow, then looked back to me with a hand motion that meant I should follow suit. Moving up to the bloodied mess I found that I wasn't horrified or repulsed by it, rather I was moved by instinct and grabbed a bite for myself. My guy huffed and moved to where the others were having their orgy of sorts, his eyes moving over the different bodies before moving away and going into the woods. I watched the crowd for a few moments, the humping males covering the she-wolves but I found that they didn't change partners and the crowd watching, wanting and drooling weren't trying to move in, rather they were just being voyeurs. As odd of a sight as this was, my attention grew thin and I wondered where my guy went so I turned to the woods and started to follow. My nose flared and his sight rose to lead me, light at first it grew until we were well out of sight of the others; there he was standing there ready to teach me more. Slowing my approach I could see the same hungry look in his eyes as the others I'd just left behind. As I moved closer I noticed his cock which is already hard has a bit of a sleeve on it reminiscent of a wolf's, but every bit as big as last time. His eyes flicked downward and made me aware of my own hard cock bouncing as I moved in front of him. Something in me pulled me down to a crotched position, instinct wouldn't allow me to confront him by standing. In his gravel voice, "Good you're learning fast. Now the other hunger needs filling." His claw-like hand came around my head and pulled me into his huge cock, my mouth already open to receive him. The heavy feeling and the full manly smell of him filling my senses, I licked and sucked him as I could with my newfound features. Panting he pulls my head away from him and pushes me down on all fours, one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip. Panting myself I find that I want him as much as I've ever wanted pussy, my body craved having his hot cock impaling my ass to release. He covered my body with his and I could feel his cock wet with my spit and his precum rub my asshole just below my new tail. Pushing into my tight ass is another sharp pain but nowhere as bad as the change had been, no this had a feeling of fullness that quickly followed and changed to pleasure as he thrust in and out of me. His hot body pressed along my back and his hot breath blew across my neck as his body drove into mine. My whole body was aware of him and nothing else, we could have been on a busy highway for all we cared in that moment. His strokes were getting frantic and my own cock was slapping my stomach from the force, he must have noticed the sound or maybe he wanted to please me because he took my cock into his hand. That was all it took to get me to cum and with a growl I thrust into his hand and came upon my stomach and dirt below us. Not a moment later he came as well burying himself deep within me, letting my cumming muscles milk his seed deep into my ass. Panting with him resting along my back hotly, the world around us snapped back into view and the ring of werewolves staring at us brought back reality. Gently he removed himself from me growling low and deeply at the others around us, staking his claim on his 'bitch'. I felt so dejected at getting caught by the others but emboldened that at least someone wanted me and would fight for me. Truthfully it was the first time that anyone wanted me, it wasn't as though I hadn't had sex, but mostly it was one-night stands. The other males moved back to the larger gathering for more action and left us behind to enjoy the rest of the moonlight. Oddly I didn't know if we should cuddle, fight, play or run; in the end the urge to run won out and with just a look I started running as fast as I could. Once again I was astonished how easy it was to run, I could feel him running beside me as we moved effortlessly through the foliage. As the night drew to an end we made back toward the house where our clothes still littered the lawn. Some werewolves were still in monster mode; others were back to human and putting on clothes while talking amongst themselves. We just waited and watched the moon set as the sun made it fade ever faster from the sky before the horrible pains returned as my body crunched back to it's normal shape. Still feeling the phantom werewolf body I slowly put my clothes back on next to my guy when it hit me. "Oh, I'm John by the way." He rewarded me with his low chuckle, "I'm Jake. Good to know ya."