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There was something inhuman about my body, even though I was still human—or so I assumed. The werewolf’s scent lingered thick in the damp basement air, and I could still taste him. Whatever pheromones the beast assaulted my senses with seemed to have a stronger effect on me than before my…enhancements.

While looking down at a much more muscular body, I ran my hands over thicker patches of hair on my chest that trailed down to my groin. There was so much more hair now, and it resembled Billy’s when he was human.

“What did you do to me?” I asked, my attention snapping back to the pentagram on the wall.

I gave you what you wanted, it said, every word pulsing in a red glow. But will you remain the master? Is that your true nature, or are you pretending? Your body and mind will bend to the truth.

“What does that mean?”

The voice let out a maniacal laugh as though its true nature had been let loose, and that sick feeling in my stomach returned. What had I done? I obviously wasn’t thinking clearly when I made a request of a literal demon. It had to be a demon.

And spoil the surprise? I want to see what you ultimately choose, even though I already know.

“I take it back. I don’t want this anymore.”

It laughed again as I remembered its stark warning.

This is forever. You may not have known when you did it, but you know now. Will your choice lead to power or eternal submission? It matters not to me because you have broken the seal keeping me locked away. Whether by dominance or submission, you will free us.

“Then why was it so important for me to be the boss, if either way would set you free?”

That was for Kane. You’ve taken his role and freed him from the holy seal placed upon him centuries ago, and now that his bonds are broken, he will take back what you’ve stolen—only this time he will be free. Only a strong will can subdue him, and you possess no such will. You may yet serve another purpose.

Footsteps upstairs unlocked a cold terror, and this time, fear was even more dangerous than before. If they got even a slight whiff of it, I would lose my power over them. The demon was right. I wouldn’t be able to keep up this facade for long, especially once Kane gets word. I have surprised myself before, but would it matter? I was likely damned now, and I would probably suffer all eternity in hell.

Forcing the thoughts to the back of my mind, I focused only on the torture rack attached to the wall, imagining one of the werewolves helplessly struggling to break free. If I could just pretend to be in charge, then that would manifest into reality. I was the boss. They had to do what I said as long as they were in this room.

Billy descended the stairway first, closely followed by the others who had all transformed into what they really were, and some had…horns. I had expected them to be human at first, but now I was surrounded by muscle and fur—and the smell that made me lose my mind earlier, but there was something more now. All of those pungent male pheromones wafted through the air in visible smoke.

They weren’t werewolves.

_It is time to free the hounds of hell. _

They gathered closer, each beast towering feet taller than me. The realization of what I’d gotten myself into became fully realized, and every drop of confidence I tried to grasp evaporated into the light steam radiating from their huge bodies.

“Well, boss?” Billy asked, folding his arms. His eyes were no longer violet, and his forward slump disappeared into a more upright and aggressive stance. The other hellhounds grinned, some of them growling as they sniffed the air. “We’re all here. Whatcha wanna discuss?”

“Payment,” I said, clearing my throat. “But I get to determine who gets paid first and who waits.”

“Hmm.” Billy leaned in close, his teeth grazing my skin. “You smell different.”

This was dangerous now, and I needed to push the fear down into my guts in order to restrain the others. Billy was safely locked up, but I had twelve others that were already growing hard, their precum dripping onto the basement floor. For whatever reason, these beasts were designed to fuck. Billy’s cock made such easy work of my ass, and there was nothing I could do. It wasn’t just his strength, it was whatever was in their excretions that made me take them with little pain and resistance.

Just the smell of what was leaking from their cocks made me loosen up as if giving subconscious signals to my body. It made me want to be used, to be filled. They could give me more pleasure than I’d ever gotten in my life, but what would be the cost?

It would be so easy to let them have their way with you. You crave that feeling of fullness. Being a master is hard. Give it to Kane willingly and he will go easy on you. But if you prefer to fight him for it, he would enjoy that.

The demonic voice had a complete change in tone. Before it was scared I’d fail to subdue Billy, but now it wanted me to give up and submit. Whatever I did before must have fulfilled what it wanted. Now it didn’t seem to matter what happened to me.

Anger once again replaced fear as I thought about being used and betrayed yet again, like I always had been. Keith was everyone’s doormat—expendable, no matter how hard he worked or how loyal he was. I hated being promised something only to have it be a lie, but did I honestly expect a voice in a pentagram to be the voice of truth?

I chose this, and now it was time to make the most of it.

I pointed to the case with the cock cages, and something inside snapped. With a deep and heavy rumble in my throat, my voice turned to something that wasn’t me. “Each of you, grab one.”

Every glowing yellow iris turned violet, and that was when I had them again. My hatred of this world led to anger which was my salvation. That was the key. Of course it was; this was evil after all. If I let go of my hate, then the fear and doubt would return. In here, I had control, but out there I was powerless.

I hated the world out there. It could burn for all I cared. Hatred and cruelty would save me. That’s the way the world works, after all. The most evil people live comfortable, long lives while the righteous suffer and die young. Fuck that. I wanted to embrace evil for once.

Interesting…

I ignored the voice as the hellhounds obediently gathered around, each one offering me their cage. They unknowingly gave control to me. These beasts that were made for sex were giving up their purpose for existing for me to do with as I pleased. I loved that feeling, but I also wanted something else.

One-by-one, I handled their massive balls, carefully popping them through silver rings before locking the metal devices in place over their furry sheaths. With every click of the lock, the hellhounds whined knowing that this could be permanent, but they were powerless to do anything. The cages glowed a light blue, causing them to whine even more.

Once the last one was safely locked away, I could breathe normally again. There was only one key, and I held it in my hand.

They won’t stay restrained forever, just so you know.

An outline of light appeared in my hand as a thin chain manifested, threading itself through the key. I grabbed the chain and clasped it around my neck, the key now dangling safely between my pecs.

“They won’t be threatening me anymore,” I muttered with a satisfied smile. “I won’t have to worry about your conditions if they can’t even fuck me.”

My conditions? I think you have it all wrong.

The blood drained from my face as Kane’s face flashed into my thoughts. There were no more cages, but there was a rack on the wall. I could have the others restrain him so that I’d have time to figure things out. Perhaps once they were all locked down here, I could escape.

“Bring Kane to me,” I said, pointing to the stairway.

They didn’t obey.

“I command you all to bring Kane to me!” The anger in my voice gave way to doubt as once again, they didn’t move.

_Those pesky conditions. You never paid them, so why should they listen? The alpha is supposed to tend to the pack’s needs. You’ve done nothing to prove yourself worthy of that role yet. _

“Fine.” I pointed to a brown werewolf who was a little smaller than the others. I then pointed to the black leather bench next to the milking machine. “Go over there and lay down, and I’ll give you payment.”

Even under my control, his eyes lit up and tail swayed from side-to-side. Knowing he’d get his payment, his clawed feet tapped along the floor before lying flat on the large black leather bench.

“Restrain him,” I said before moving toward the machine. The hellhounds did as I commanded, four of them strapping each of their packmate’s limbs to the bench. Once I removed his cage, I needed to make sure he wouldn’t be able to get to me. Hopefully the restraints were strong enough.

After removing the glowing device, his slick cock immediately slipped from its sheath, the angry, veiny spire growing larger. It was so engorged that a bulge at the base emerged, swelling to nearly softball size. That was what Billy was going to shove into me, and if he had succeeded, I wouldn’t have been able to pull away from him.

I grabbed one of the oversized suction tubes before smearing a generous amount of lube onto it. This was going to be easy. Each of them would take turns as I milked them dry, safely restrained so I could maintain control.

With the flip of a switch, the machine whirred to life, and the tube hissed as I carefully slipped the tube onto the beast’s cock. It immediately latched onto the appendage, stroking in quick, steady pulses.

The beast squirmed and moaned, the thick leather restraints strapped to his wrists and ankles still holding strong. It didn’t take long before the werewolf bucked his hips, thrusting into the air as though he were going to explode at any moment.

A loud clank came from behind, and the machine whirred to a stop just as the werewolf was about to cum. He snarled, now struggling more against the restraints as his irises burned yellow.

“Having a meeting without me?” The deep, monstrous voice next to my face made me shudder as his hot breath tickled my cheek.

“You said I needed to pay them, and that’s what I’m doing.” I turned toward Kane who was in a similar form to the werewolf I saw earlier, but there were many things different. His eyes were blood red, his teeth longer, and there were two horns protruding from his head. Christ he was even more huge than before, much bigger than the others as he towered over me.

“Payment? Keith, you’re past that point.” He grabbed my now muscled arm and grinned, every sharp tooth in his mouth glistening in the dim lights of the dungeon. “It looks like you made the deal. You ain’t payin’ my pack. You’re gonna free ‘em.”

“I’m not taking the cages off,” I said, pulling away. With all the anger I had earlier, I pointed at him. “Walk over to the rack and let them restrain you.”

Kane’s grin faded as he turned and slowly made his way to the wall rack. I released a breath in relief, but that didn’t last as he let out a deep, rumbly chuckle before turning back around.

“Just kidding.” The hellhound leader licked his longer chops. “Things are a little different with me.” A clawed pointer finger pressed softly against my chest. “I know what’s in there—deep in there. You’re going to let it out, even if I gotta force it out.”

Intense fear returned, and I could do nothing to mask it.

Kane’s nostrils flared. “You’re losin’ control over the situation, boss.”

Violet eyes turned yellow as the hellhounds surrounded me again, each trying to remove the cages to no avail. They all snarled and growled, snapping their jaws at me. None of them spoke, they just became animals.

“What’re you gonna do, boss?” Kane sat down on the sling before crossing one leg over his knee. “You can’t beat me, and you know it. So, what are you gonna do? How are you gonna free ‘em?”

I wanted to run, but that was impossible. The one named Charlie grabbed my throat before pushing me toward the bench where the other monster was strapped down, and another one set to work on removing the restraints before I shouted.

“Stop! Don’t do that!”

The werewolf froze and looked up at me, my heart falling into the pit of my stomach as his eyes stayed yellow. He didn’t say a word.

“The milking machine ain’t gonna work no more. Guess you gotta do somethin’ else,” Kane said as another more sinister grin inched up his maw. “You already know what you need to do. You want to do it so bad.”

The pentagram on the wall pulsed, pulling at my chest. The room spun like a fair ride as my head went light, every beastly scent making my heart flutter faster. What I’d been trying to suppress made its way to the surface as though I had no control over it. Instinct took over just as Charlie released my throat.

Grabbing the slick shaft of the restrained werewolf’s cock, I stroked it. As usual, more thin, stringy precum oozed from the tip. Kane stepped behind me before making his way to the side of the bench, kneeling until he was eye level with me.

“Use yer mouth,” he whispered, slipping his large tongue over the head of the werewolf’s cock. “Like that.”

I remembered the pungent, salty taste from when Billy shoved his dick into my mouth, and part of me wanted to turn away in revulsion while the other part wanted to taste it again.

“Do as I tell you—yer not the boss no more.” Kane’s hand gripped the hair on the back of my head before forcing it downward. My mouth opened, allowing the tapered end of his cock to slip in easily.

Just like with Billy, the beast’s dick was just too large to get more in, but Kane didn’t stop forcing my head down. I tried to struggle, but that didn’t make any difference. The hellhound muttered something in what sounded like Latin, and a pop rang in my ears. Somehow, my jaw opened wider, my throat almost numb to the huge intruder as it slid deeper.

This should’ve been painful, especially since it was thicker than my throat could handle, but it wasn’t. I couldn’t even gag. It was as though my body welcomed it as a natural part of myself.

The hellhound’s smelly dick was halfway in, and I couldn’t pull back since Kane’s powerful hand put a stop to that. For some reason, I was still able to breathe through my nose as if there was nothing blocking the air.

“More,” he growled before pushing my head again, my throat stretching wider. It slid further down my esophagus like a moray eel until finally my moist lips reached the bulge at the bottom. “You’re made for this now. You might even be able to take me.”

He relaxed his hold, and I slowly pulled away but not before being slammed back down to the base. Kane used my mouth as a fleshlight for this beast, heady, pre seminal fluid now filling my stomach. If he kept this up, I’d soon get a bellyful of the monster’s spunk.

Similar to what happened earlier as Kane pushed and pulled at my head, the hellhound under me began to buck his hips, thrusting upward, now fucking my throat on his own as Kane loosened his hold again.

“Don’t pull away this time.” Kane’s words came in a warning tone, and I wasn’t about to go against him. I had no defense against whatever kind of magic was allowing me to do this, but I was thankful it didn’t hurt. The way the beast used my throat, it was almost pleasure in its own right.

The cravings were now in full force. Instead of wanting to pull away, I bobbed my head with his thrusting, curious to know what he tasted like. Once he started to come, I would pull away and lick him clean.

He began to tremble and thrust harder, so I knew I needed to get him out of my throat. But as I tried to pull away, Kane’s hand once again put a stop to that.

“Drink it down,” he grunted as the hellhound gave one final thrust. The first pulse sent a wave of unnatural heat into my stomach which made gurgling noises as it accommodated what must have been at least a cup of spunk, and that was only the first pulse. The second was stronger, then the third…and forth. I was in trouble. My stomach was filling faster as it ached. My reflexes forced me to throw up, but there was nowhere for it to go as more of the thick heat filled me.

“Mmmm,” Kane said as he finally let me go. “Delicious, isn’t it? Give it a few minutes to work, and you’ll never want anything else.”

I pulled away, letting the cock slip quickly from my throat before turning to gag. A glob of pearl-colored semen hit the floor as I coughed, more of it streaming from my mouth in unusually thick strands. It was so thick that it began to catch in my throat, causing me to swallow it back down or I’d choke.

That was when I could finally taste it. My head spun again as I looked back at the spent hell beast panting while lying back on the leather bench with his tongue out.

“Twelve more to go.”

I looked back at Kane while holding my stomach. There was no way I could do that again and not explode.

“Give me some time.”

“You don’t need time,” he said with that same grin from earlier before snatching the key from around my neck, breaking the chain. “Did you not hear what I said earlier? You’re made for this now, and I believe you owe Billy from earlier.” Kane unlocked the gray werewolf’s cage before releasing the restraints of the other werewolf.

“I can’t do that again. My stomach—”

“You’ve got another hole, don’t ya?” As soon as the leather straps were undone, the smaller werewolf stood up before walking bow-legged and relieved before sitting on the floor in the corner. Billy eagerly took his place on the bench allowing Kane to restrain him. His behavior was strange now. I had expected Billy to say something, but it was like he was unable to be anything more than an obedient animal. “Make him cum good, boss.”

My stomach turned, and my chest tightened as I walked over to the bench. Billy was now fully erect, and he was even larger than the other. The beast was probably the second largest hellhound after cane, and Charlie was about the same size. I knew from earlier that I’d easily be able to take him, especially with this new body.

While they were made for fucking, my body had been twisted into something that was only made for their pleasure. What had I done? What deal had I made? This wasn’t what I wanted when I agreed.

“What’re you doin’ Keith? Start ridin’ him.”

And you thought you could be the master…

“I can’t. If I do that—”

Kane grabbed me by the arms before lifting me like a child.

“Looks like you need a little encouragement.”

“Stop, please!”

The more I struggled, the tighter his hold as he lowered me until the tip of Billy’s wet cock pressed against my clenched ass.

“Better relax, boss. Stop pretendin’ you don’t want it.”

The tapered end breached easily, even as I tried with everything I had to keep it out. As if given a muscle relaxer, my hole loosened as more of him slid in, his shaft getting thicker as Kane lowered me onto him.

Billy was easily twelve or thirteen inches long from his bulge to the tip, but the length was only one part. His girth was inhuman, but it didn’t hurt as much as it did earlier. As with what happened with the other hellhound, my body quickly accommodated what he had. Every inch that went deeper hit different points of pleasure inside of me that weren’t there before. It was as though there were multiple g-spots in different areas working in tandem to make me want more.

As soon as my stretched hole hit the bulge, Kane let go and let me take care of the rest. With every slide of that monster’s cock inside of me, I felt like I would come. I ground my hips against him before easily pulling myself up using a set of chains over me before lowering myself to the base again.

There was a primal need to feel every vein and ridge rub faster against my insides, but I could only go so fast. I tried grinding my hips again, but it wasn’t enough. The werewolf needed to thrust, but there was only so much he was willing to do while restrained to the bench.

I studied Billy’s face as he glared at me, baring his teeth. If I released him, he would be the one in control. He and Charlie terrified me, but not as much as Kane did. There was no telling what he’d do now, especially since I wasn’t sure he was even the same person anymore with the same awareness.

“You look like you’re gettin’ tired,” Kane said, stepping next to me as I kept trying to make the werewolf cum by sliding him in and out. It was starting to look hopeless as Billy continued glaring at me with those piercing yellow eyes, not even breathing heavily. “All you’re doin’ is pissing him off now.”

“I’m trying!”

“Bosses don’t try. They make tough decisions to get the job done.”

“I’m not untying him,” I said through my teeth as I tried to straddle him faster. “He’ll destroy me.”

“Oh he will. Look at his face. You did that by lockin’ him up.” Kane teased the strap with his finger as though he’d undo it himself, but he pulled away. “Both of you ain’t gonna be able to cum unless he fucks you. Them’s the breaks.”

I ignored him and continued rocking myself against Billy’s groin. This went on for another several minutes before I couldn’t keep going anymore. The muscles in my arms were spent, and I was starting to lose the pleasure I’d had at the start.

While trying to catch my breath, I climbed off the beast, letting his huge cock slip from my ass with a wet popping sound. The copious amounts of precum that had collected inside of me dripped down my inner thighs as I began to loosen one of the straps.

I didn’t want to look back at Kane, because I could feel the malicious pleasure he was getting from this. Billy would need to take control, and as the last of the straps were undone, he was unleashed.

The hellhound wasted no time and grabbed me by the throat before forcing me over to the sling where I had had my way with him earlier. The resentful way he lifted my body must have been revenge as he forced me down into the device before securing my legs just as I had done to him. Without giving himself a moment to revel at his new place of dominance, he snarled and shoved all of his cock into me. Thankfully with all the stretching that had been done earlier, this didn’t hurt, but that was just the start. He fucked me hard and fast, like something more than an animal—a supernatural entity with limitless stamina.

It was so fast that it started to hurt, but my body still craved it, the pleasure points inside of me lighting up even as my hole stung from his abuse. He pulled himself all the way out, allowing all the natural lube he’d shot inside of me to squirt out before ramming himself back in. The slickness was momentary relief.

I screamed in both agony and rapture as the sling shook, the chains holding it to the ceiling rattling. It shouldn’t have been possible for him to go harder, but he did as he began to pant, his eyes rolling upward. He was about to unload into me, and I mentally prepared myself for yet another deluge of spunk that would fill me with no relief. These monsters hadn’t been able to cum for I didn’t know how long, and they weren’t going to hold anything back.

With one final thrust, he arched his back, but I didn’t feel anything happening. The ring of my ass tightened more as he shoved his hips forward, and I understood then what he was doing. He was going to cram that huge bulge at the base of his cock into me, like he tried to do earlier.

For a moment I thought there would be no way he’d be able to achieve this, there was no way he’d fit. But I was wrong. My hole relaxed more, just enough for the force of his weight to send it into me like a wrecking ball into a closed window. It made a loud disturbing pop as every inch of him filled me. The pain nearly made me pass out, but it quickly subsided as the first shot of hot cum filled my guts.

Billy arched his back again and sent his hips thrusting forward and back, even though I was now firmly attached. He dragged my body back and forth as he tried to pull out. His cock swelled even more until the fullness became unbearable, and more semen flooded into me. It felt like someone had given me a hot water enema before the pulsing finally stopped.

“Well, that’s gonna be in you for a little while,” Kane said, unlocking another werewolf’s cage. “And you ain’t goin’ nowhere, so how about a spit roast.”

There was nothing I could do at this point, and there was a warmth that washed over me as the hellhound took his place at the other end of the sling where my mouth was, the steam of musk from his massive balls making my head swim. I didn’t bother to protest as I opened and let him slide over my tongue and into my throat. He was bigger than the last, but it was easy to take him.

You’re made for this now.

He thrusted in and out, his tongue hanging off to the side of his mouth as his eyes rolled back. Already he looked like he was going to explode in me, and sure enough, with one final thrust, cum shot into my stomach like a firehose. The experience was less nauseating this time as I waited for him to finish completely.

His dick popped out of my mouth and with it came a torrent of very thick semen as I hacked and coughed before swallowing it back down before I choked. It was then Billy’s cock was able to pop out of me. I lay there, oozing from both ends as Kane unlocked two more werewolves.

“I need a break,” I said, spitting out a bit more semen that had come up. There was a familiar hum coming from the wall behind me where the pentagram was, and a sharp throbbing tore through my muscles. It felt similar to the change earlier, and a wave of heat spread from my core to my extremities.

My legs, which were still attached to the shackles, grew a little longer and more muscled, the hair on my chest thicker than before. The ache of the transformation stopped, and this time instead of feeling powerful, I throbbed from all over. The feeling akin to my body wanted to burst from the skin, but something held back what was happening to me.

“You don’t need a break. You’re gonna get fucked until you’re perfect.”