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It was late out; far later than most neighbors would appreciate a racket in the somewhat remote farmhouse that occasionally shocked to life with a brilliant white or blue flash. But Argen didn't mind the noise nor the bright lights, he lived alone; far enough from those that might otherwise complain about his experiments, it was the reason he left the big city and took up a pitchfork and tiller. He wanted a simpler life, free of judgement and strange looks. Even if now his strange looks had shifted from the guards of Stormwind to those of the old Brown farm next door. Argen was an inventor; his work often got him into trouble, but as it was his passion, he never let it fail him. When he got the opportunity to obtain a secluded farm from his grandfather, he took his inheritance and never looked back.

"Omi'ta optis..." He uttered, waving his hand across the machine he had been working on for hours. A shimmering light passed from Argen's fingers over the object he had constructed, adding the final touches to it. Invoking that all who see its radiant light fall victim to its power. "Perfect." He said to himself, feeling a trickle of sweat dripping down his face. He had been at this for several hours today, and in the back of his mind he knew it would work... it had to work.

Argen removed the headband with the magnifying glass and placed it on the table to rub his eyes. It was late and he was exhausted, but he just needed to complete this piece of hardware before he went to bed. It was the fifth day since he moved here; and every night came another visit from a group of unwelcome neighbors. Sometimes they came all at once, sometimes they came one or two at a time, but all five of them were to blame. All five of them had become the bane of his existence, and he needed to make them pay. Meticulously; he opened the drawer of his work table and placed his tool into it, closing it and slowly making his way outside into the cool Westfall night air. A gust of wind tossed his hair, brushing it across his bare back as he made his way to the house. Elune was shining brightly overhead, her face was full and for a moment, he stared into the silvery shine and took a slow breath. "Tomorrow..." He uttered to himself, casting a glance to the barn he had come from, he closed his eyes briefly, knowing what was in store for those bastards.

It was five days ago now when he first met them; Worgen, those filthy beasts. All of them. It was a gang of five that rode up at once; like some sort of a posse out of the west and arriving at Argen's farm one evening. He elf dressed down from his clothing; a simple red vest and linen pants were all he really required for his day-to-day work. Pulling back his sheet, he slipped nude into bed and pulled the covers up to his lean hips. As the elf drifted off to sleep, his eyes fell to the room where his dining room table and fireplace stood; it was there when he really first began to fear for his life.

"Coming, coming!" Argen announced as he approached the hefty wooden door. He'd seen the five figures riding along the road with the sun to their backs, so he couldn't get a look at them. As soon as he opened the door, his ears felt like they drooped down past his cheeks; teeth, vicious, sharp fangs glittered in the dull light that shined upon them. Argen felt himself physically grimace as the worgen at the front of the pack loomed through the door.

"Good evening sir, pleasure to meet you!" He boomed over the elf, who took a step back but remained fairly planted near the door to keep them from intruding further.

"What's going on? Who are you?"

The worgen cast a pair of silvery purple eyes at Argen and smiled. "Oh, allow me to introduce myself. I am Alexander Worgbane 'n these are my associates: Bruce;" he gestured to a reddish-colored beast with a scar over his eye who gave a smirk and faux curtsey before guffawing like an idiot. "Roy's the smaller one there." He gestured to the skinniest-looking beast Argen had ever laid his eyes upon, coated in black fur with patches of white littered throughout. He was clearly an elderly worgen. "That's Ponce." He pointed to a similarly black, but purely black-coated beast behind him at almost twice the size of any of the others. "And that there's Thaddius."

The fifth worgen placed a silver claw over his chest and gave a low bow, causing some of the hair of his mane on top to fall over his bespectacled eyes; which he quickly brushed back. "Pleasure." He said with a proper tone.

"What do you want?" Argen said, sounding to himself like he was a record on repeat.

"Well, y'see. I see you bought out the old Williams' estate, and there seemed to be some mistake... he was supposed to leave this plot to us when he died.

"Well, considering that I am his blood, I'm sure you'll understand that trumps any...claims you might have on this property."

The beast's eyes widened; an array of lavender and purple colors almost seemed to swirl past his sockets from the look he had given him. "I'm...I'm sorry..." He chuckled, placing a pair of fingers and squeezing the ridge between his eyes. "His... his what?"

"His blood. Michael Williams was my half-grandfather."

"He didn't mention anything about family..." He heard Roy utter.

"No I don't doubt it." Argen said. "He didn't talk much about us, when my mother was killed, he seemed to cut off all ties to us and tried to separate himself from the war efforts between the Horde and the Alliance as much as possible. But I assure you, I am his kin."

"Perhaps you just need to be..." Ponce growled, reaching in to give the elf a stern shove on the chest, nearly sending him falling back. "Convinced to sell this place too."

If words could be used simply to describe Argen; stubborn would be the first to come to mind, when he put his foot down on a subject or an opinion he would stand by it no matter what, and defiantly; he glared at the worgen with a rather spiteful stare. "I'm sorry, but my farm nor any of its land are for sale."

"Now, now. Gentlemen, gentlemen..." Thaddius spoke up, waving his hands in a gesture of trying to break up an impending fight. "Surely we can settle this like reasonable men. Mister..." He extended a hand to the elf, prompting the man for his name.

"Argen." He replied, avoiding the temptation to clench his fists.

"Mister Argen, we can be more than agreeable to the same terms we agreed to with your grandfather, we settled on a price of sixty-thousand gold toward his property upon signing the deed over to us. Now, if we were to say--double it?" He yelped briefly, getting his foot not-obviously stepped on by the smaller Roy in front of him. He snarled at the worgen, but regained his posture expectantly looking at Argen; the room went silent.

Argen scoffed as his gaze scanned over the five beasts. "I am so sorry, you must have had mortar fire or something go off a little too closely to your ears for you to not have heard me the first time. My farm is not. For. Sale. Now, if you would kindly get out of my house, I'd like to go to bed." He said as he went to slam the door on the beasts only to have one of them; namely the leader called Alexander, grab the door and stop it dead in its tracks.

"Perhaps you'd be wise to reconsider this my friend. You wouldn't want to make enemies of us." His teeth shone in their full spread now.

"Perhaps you could consider not making one of me, worgen." Argen insisted and finally managed to slam the door shut, closing the five outside.

For a few minutes, Argen could only hear the sound of the blood rushing to his ears, the sound of his heart beating hard against his chest until he heard Alexander speak once again from outside:

"A'right boys! You heard the man, he'd prefer to do things the hard way, and so we'll leave him to do his own thing...for now." Then the sound of his voice came a lot closer as Argen knew the beast's head pressed against the door. "We're not gonna make things easy on you; mark my words, elf. You ain't gonna last a week here. We'll see to that.

There was a chorus of laughter before Argen heard the worgen mount their horses, and the thundering sound of their hooves hitting the dirt slowly faded away, leaving the elf now pinned to his door; it took a good fifteen minutes before he was able to finally release his tension and sit down.

Every day since then, attempts to sabotage the farmland had been made; often in the dead of night, his grandfather's horses were set free and only three of the eight have been successfully recovered, his two dairy cows were found one morning slaughtered and the words "Go back to your forest" crudely written on the barn door in blood. The third night saw to his well being torn down and the waters tainted with a poison that forced him to hire an apothecary to absolve. The fourth night was the partial destruction of his barn; the raiders had tied ropes to the supports of one of the walls and ripped it out. Thankfully that was not irreparable and Argen was able to hire a few hands to help repair it that day. Every instance costing him quite a bit more than he would have made just selling the property to these beasts, but he wouldn't let them win; he couldn't let them win now. Argen was rooted here, and it would take a lot more than that to scare him off.

"Are you an only child too?" He heard Alexander's voice echoing in his head; the shock of it startled Argen awake and he found himself still lying on his bed, looking up into those damn purple eyes over his head.

Argen couldn't move; he was frozen in terror as the beast loomed over him, his muzzle dripping somewhat and coating his chest in what felt like drool. Alexander was naked as well, the hot, soft feel of his fur covering him like a blanket; a thick, hard cock grinding against his abdomen. He stared up into Alexander's face and saw white teeth showing themselves, then with a ferocious snarl, they came down toward him so fast it was over in the blink of an eye.

Argen bolted upright in his bed; Alexander was gone, the feeling of his drool, his fur no longer there. "A dream... that's all it was, was a dream. A terrifying... realistic..." His heart was pounding and he had drenched his bed with his sweat. He looked down at himself; his doubts about punishing these beasts were justified. After this many days without a solid wink of sleep, the stress was getting to him. He was afraid of what Alexander would do to him... would do to his farm if he didn't get his way... After a few moments, his pulse began to slow back to normal. He wasn't sure what time it was, but from the moonglow outside, he realized he couldn't have been asleep long.

Everything felt still for a moment as an unfamiliar sound reached Argen's ears, he pursed his lips and listened for a moment longer. There it was again; an odd tapping noise coming from outside. Springing from his bed, Argen was at his window and looking out into the blackness in an instant. He could see better than humans in the dark, but he quickly realized he didn't need superior vision to see the torch waving its way across the grounds near the barn. "Damn... how in the fuck do they keep getting past my wards?" He uttered as he grabbed his pants and pulled them on, making his way quickly out into the cool night air.

Argen crouched as he approached the barn and peered around a corner; only one of them tonight, the sheer mass of black fur told him that it was Ponce. He was doing something to the barn and talking to himself as he did it. "Bloody hell, do something right, Ponce. You're an idiot for not tearing the whole barn down, Ponce... yeah yeah, fine. I ain't gonna fuck it up again..."

So he was the one responsible for tearing out the barn the night before and this time he means to do it more thoroughly does he? Argen crept along the edge of the barn, trying not to catch Ponce's attention. The device he crafted would make short work of the simple minded; the dumber, the better and Ponce was certainly no genius.

Argen crept into the barn as quietly as possible and made it over to the stand that he had earlier hidden the device he'd made. Just as he reached it though a pair of massive hands grabbed him by the shoulders and literally threw him like a rag doll across the room. "HEY!" The deep booming voice accompanied the toss. "What are you doin' here?"

Argen landed hard and looked up as Ponce loomed in the darkness; the beast's glowing eyes illuminating part of the barn all by themselves. "I live here." He replied smartly. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just gettin' ready to send this whole barn tumbling down. Guess it could be a bonus that it come down on top of you. It'd save my boss a lot of trouble."

"Heh. I guess it would at that. Hey! Stay out of that drawer!"

Ponce pointed at the partly opened cabinet. "Y'mean this drawer? Why? What's in it?" He said as he pulled it open and pulled out the device.

Turning it over in his hand, Ponce's expression went from curiosity to confusion in a flat twelve seconds. "Please, whatever you do, don't press that little flashing button. It hasn't been tested yet!"

"What is it?"

"It's...an invisibility device. I was going to use that on you and your friends to sabotage your sabotage efforts here, and now you've caught me and have it all to yourself."

"Huh." Ponce thought deeply, then laughed. "Oh this is good. This is really good, mate. Ha! I can finally get back on my dimwit teammates for always putting me down. Think of the things I can do while I'm invisible! So... alls I gotta do is press this little red button, huh? He turned it over and Argen quickly closed his eyes to avoid the impending flash.

Everything fell silent; Argen didn't even hear a cry of surprise when the device went off, the flash of light would have instantly filled the room. Then, there was a towering thud on the ground and Argen finally looked;

Ponce had dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes; completely paralyzed, his fingers still barely clutching the device in his hand and he had a vacant expression on his face. "You see, that is what you get for activating my mind control device without any kind of command in place." Argen said as he stood up and brushed off his trousers.

He walked over to the worgen lying prone on the ground and pulled the device from the palm of Ponce's hand. Reaching into the drawer again, Argen pulled a pair of spectacles from it and placed them on the ridge of his nose. "You see, the light emits a signal strong enough to alter your brain's functions, its enough to slip a suggestion in through my magic. I could make you forget something like taking my farm for me. I could even introduce the idea that you work for me, even that you've worked for me since I moved in, and that you would do...anything to please me..." Argen's smile widened as he tapped a button on his glasses, causing them to emit a soft light over his eyes. "And this prevents that light from affecting someone stupid enough to touch that flashing red button."

"Uhh...hnnhh..." Ponce moaned a bit as he lay prone on the floor, his backside shifting slightly as if he were trying to get up.

"Don't struggle, it will only make things worse." Argen warned and immediately the beast's sways halted. "Now stand up. I have an order for you."

Ponce slowly rose to his knees, then to his feet. He stared blankly into the elf's golden eyes, his own having a strange flicker to them as he stood there. "Yes... master..." He said automatically. "What can I do... for you?"

Argen grinned, the idea crossing his mind so devilishly that he might as well be on fire himself. But he had to be sure the mind control worked: "Strip." He said. "Remove all your clothing and show me that massive form of yours."

Immediately the Worgen removed the gloves on his hands and began to work on the buttons of his shirt; his sleek, black fur pushed forth out of it as though the tiny layer of fabric was holding him back. He removed the shirt without question and then unbuckled his pants. Argen was already looking forward to this; his cock straining against the fabric of his own trousers as he watched the man's fingers work. "Stop." He said, his throat feeling dry as he spoke. "Allow me." He reached forward and pulled the trouser flaps to the side; his pants were laced together at the center, tied off only by the belt Ponce had loosened and Argen slipped his hands beneath the fabric to help pull them down. Ponce didn't struggle, usually a sign of the hypnosis is the inability to resist behaviors he would have otherwise been prone to. Meaning the man was actually willing and attracted to other men. The elf's fingers guided their way down the front to feel the beast's flesh. It was long and pulsing into a thick erection. "Do you enjoy this, Ponce?" He watched the worgen wince a bit, it seemed he was resisting the magic being worked on him. "Be honest with me." He urged as he pressed the button on the device, sending a second flicker of light through the room.

"Yes... I like it."

"What did you call me before?"

"Master." Ponce said, looking at the elf. "I like it, master..."

"Then turn around for me, grab that table like a good boy." Ponce blankly turned his attention to the table behind him and grabbed the front of it. "No, no. The back of the table." Argen clarified. Ponce nodded, then leaned his body over the table to take hold of the other edge, his butt was thick and round, very impressive for the elf who always had suspected these beasts of having flat asses. As his pants sank past his cleft and down to his knees, Ponce looked back at him. "Is this good master?"

Argen had already been thumbing his very visible arousal pressed against his trousers before even sliding his slender frame from them. His erection wagged forward, already dripping with the anticipation; deliberately he coaxed his shaft against Ponce's fur and pressed inward, burying the flat end in the warm cheeks. The sensation sent shivers down his spine and with a suppressed groan, Ponce turned his eyes away, growling as he began to respond by grinding his ass at the elf.

Argen indulged his own wants for a moment, his eyes taking in the beast's massive form. Five minutes ago, Ponce would have probably shredded him to pieces, but now he wasn't much more than a large furry mass of muscular gel writhing about against his body. He had to take advantage of this. Argen leaned forward as far as he could and wrapped his slender fingers around the worgen's neck briefly; feeling the coarse fur seamlessly flow through his bare fingers, he let his hand slide down Ponce's neck to his collarbone, down toward his chest. He used his weight to secure the worgen against the table, unable... or unwilling to let the man move much as he took in and touched every muscle on his frame. Sliding his body downward, Argen placed his face against the small of the worgen's back, deeply inhaling the man's scent as both he and his hand proceeded lower. His cock flicked free of Ponce's cleft and soon Argen's own face met the black, furred ass. It was round and firm, he tightly gripped the beast's shaft, making Ponce wince at the sting as the hand slowly worked its way over his hip and met with Argen's other hand, giving him the ability to press the thick slabs of meat apart, revealing the worgen's ass hole.

"Nnnhhhh..." He could hear Ponce moan needfully; and Argen playfully ignored it, he wanted to take this nice and slow. He inhaled again; Ponce's musk was so strong, so masculine he simply had to take in every inch.

Argen let his tongue tease the back of the worgen's balls. He lifted each one and let it fall weightily back into place before moving to the other one and then dragging it upward. He could feel the warmth of the beast's ring briefly against his nose before moving his tongue into it. It tasted almost... sweet to the elf; cleaner than he expected and definitely well groomed. This was a man who knew how to take care of himself, and it showed. His tongue grazed it and he could feel the pucker tighten in response. He felt Ponce shudder at the touch, then heard the growl of pleasure as he went back over again, pressing it in to get a deeper taste. Definitely an enjoyable feeling as the pucker tightened at the tip of Argen's tongue as the elf began to salivate. The musky scent intensified with the addition of moisture to his ass and he could hear the beast muffle out a strong and emphatic moan this time. His legs quivered on either side of the elf as his tongue didn't cease its deeper massaging for several slow minutes. He never went more than a taste, he didn't want to wear it in too hard; he wanted Ponce to feel it, he needed to fuck him so hard he wanted to make Ponce howl in delight. Slowly, Argen rose to his height again, and again seated his cock between those black furry cheeks.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you." Argen said seductively, feeling the worgen tremble against his cock, the fur standing on end and tickling his legs.

"I want you to f--fuck me... master..." He heard the worgen moan. Likely this was all in response to the hypnosis, in normal circumstances there was no way this big, burly beast would want a scrawny elf to top him. But he did say it was okay; a grin drew itself on Argen's face and he pointed his shaft downward, quickly and rather forcibly stabbing his meat into Ponce's liquid-hot body. Both of them gasped; the worgen at the surprising girth now entering his body, and the elf in awe over the rippling effect that Ponce's muscles took when he penetrated him.

Argen resisted his urge to drool over how amazing it felt and he grabbed the beast's hips, thrusting himself all the way in to the hilt. Ponce felt tight, but he could definitely tell it wasn't his first time. He inhaled and let out a moan that rumbled deep, and as Argen pulled his cock back to thrust in again he forced himself in even harder, allowing a plopping noise to fill the room. Another gasp, another growl and another slapping of fur on flesh. He felt Ponce's legs spread apart a bit more as he moaned again. "M-master..."

Argen could feel the wolf's balls bouncing against his own as he mounted him. The sensation, the heft of Ponce's pouch told him that the man was full and ready to thoroughly unload all over. That only excited him more; it only made him hasten his pace, if Ponce was going to climax, he wanted to be the one to make it happen. Hilt after hilt, for a bit Argen was unaware at how hard he was plowing into the worgen, he heard the table scoot on occasion, skittering across the wooden floor boards it sat upon as Ponce began to howl in pleasure, even bringing his weight back onto Argen's aching hips, grinding needfully; wantingly at the elf, as if his inhibitions had gone straight out the window. Both of them moaned simultaneously this time and with an urgent thrust Argen's nails scratched hard into the worgen's hide, leaving a quake of pain along their trail as he broke the skin.

"ARRRROOOOOOHHHH!"

Beyond Argen, Ponce's howl fell on no one else's ears and he began to ejaculate hard into the table he was bent across. Thick, wet ropes that coated the ground under it and even splashed along its underside; the scent of his musk was overpowering and Argen cried out, unable to contain himself any longer as he began to unload deep into Ponce's bowels, his thrusts turning wet and slapping loudly with every lunge.

It took several minutes for the pair to practically collapse against the table; then with their combined weight, the table finally gave out and both then crashed to the floor.

It was still another hour before the pair regained their senses; but Ponce was still under Argen's control, judging by the look in his eyes, two doses of the hypnotic light had been enough to completely overwrite his free will. He got up, and Ponce followed suit as Argen grabbed his pants with a bit of a brisk snap. "Ponce." He said.

Ponce looked up from trying to turn his pants the right way. "Yes, master?"

Argen looked at the worgen, a hue of blue in his eyes kept the beast entranced as he spoke. "I want you to bring the others here; but not by looking for them. How long do you think it will be before they come to you?"

"At least a day, master. Alexander can be quite dedicated to his pack."

"I see." Argen replied with a long pause. "Tell me, what is it you worgen want? I doubt you're looking to rob me."

There was a hesitation in the black beast as he tried to resist replying; casually, Argen placed a single index finger on his cheek and turned his head to face him. "You resist? Tell me why?"

"I don't... want to, master... please... Alexander made me...promise..."

Bringing his hand forward, a light flickered at the tips of Argen's fingers, instantly encapsulating Ponce's attention, his eyes relaxed and his body went limp as a noodle as it caught sight of it; a rainbow-colored aura that moved behind the elf's fingers. "M-master..." His voice ebbed away to simply a whisper.

"Tell me, Ponce. What is it your boss wants with this place?"

"He wants... home..."

For a moment, Argen panicked; unsure if the magics he used were having an impact on Ponce's intellect, but as soon as he moved it away, Ponce's speech began to return to normal. "What was that?" He asked.

Ponce lowered his head and for a moment, he appeared to have not been under the mind control at all until the elf noticed the blue glittering in his eyes. The worgen sighed. "Master... we only seek a home. We have grown tired of wandering the wilds, having no set place to lay our heads. Alexander thought it would be a fresh start to buy your farm from your grandfather, when he died... well... that all changed. He grew angry, sir. And we did not want that; that is why we sided with his plan to force you out. But you are a smart master and... you are the one I will follow."

Argen smiled wisely as a thought crossed his mind. He pulled his trousers up and fastened them. "Well then, Ponce. After sunrise we have some preparation to do."

"Preparation?"

"Well yes." Argen said as he walked to the door. "After all, it's not every day I have a family reunion. And this one will be... hypnotic." He chuckled to himself as he walked from the barn and closed the door.

--

The sun was slowly rising on the horizon as the night made its slow transition to day; even in Elwynn Forest, the sun shone as early as the dawn, penetrating the thicket of trees and somehow deep enough into the woods to reach Alexander's closed eyes. He snorted and grunted, rolling over to try and ignore the sun and instead was greeted with the morning breath of Bruce laying directly behind him.

The worgen retained their forms almost twenty-four seven these days; there was not even a recollection of what their Gilnean forms looked like anymore; it was enough to live in the wild, but to become a part of it was something entirely different. Unrested by the massive red worgen's face almost directly in his, Alexander twisted again, this time lying on his back to look up at the canopy. The trees overhead reflected the orange light coming from the dawning sun, casting it down on their camp. A halo of smoke from their campfire still rising as if it had gone out only ten minutes ago. He sat up with his elbows and scanned the lot, making note of the rest of his gang, he noticed that Ponce was still missing.

"Oi. Get that fuckin' mouth breathing outta my face." He said with a punch to Bruce; who jolted awake as though he'd been shot. Alexander groaned and rubbed his face with a free hand before glancing at Roy and Thaddius who were rousing as well.

"Seems Ponce is still gone." Roy said with a yawn and a stretch as he too sat up.

"Yeah." Alexander replied listfully. "What're we expected to do about it? He obviously failed his job. Otherwise he'd have been back here by now."

"Right." Bruce agreed. "Remember what we told 'im. If he fails, don't bother comin' back."

Thaddius; who never really spoke, offered his opinion in the form of a deep growl.

"So, you're not worried about him then?"

"He would've been as good as dead if he'd hung out with us anyway." Bruce replied. "Bugger always takin' it up the tailpipe like a good little shit."

Roy growled. "Ay. He might've been into that sorta thing, but he was my friend. And our packmate." He said. "I don't think he would've taken off like that."

"You don't, hm?" Alexander said. "I still think you two were fuck buddies."

"Me and...Ponce?" Roy let out a laugh as loud as a gnoll squeal. "For one thing I'm as straight as an elm tree, and for another I wasn't his type. He was too much a priss to actually stand up for himself. I ever find a mate, she'd definitely be in charge."

"Ah spoken like a true bitch." Bruce remarked.

"Fuck you!" Roy shouted back.

"Why you..." Bruce grabbed Roy by the collar of his shirt, lifting him easily off the ground and Roy instantly let him have it, punching him so hard it nearly took the large man's head clean off. Bruce was readying for a punch of his own when a pair of massive claws descended upon them and Thaddius pulled them apart, elevating the both of them a few inches off the ground as he shook his head.

"Enough!" Alexander spoke with enough force to stop the other four in their tracks. He groaned and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index claws. "Roy, you're probably right. Ponce is a little bitch, but he's a loyal bitch. He would have come back to us, fail or no; and he would have faced his punishment like a real worgen. Ain't no doubting that. I'd leave him behind if he wasn't so...fucking persistent." He said. "And it's one elf, it ain't like we asked him to bring Jaina Proudmore out here for us to..." His eyes softened for a brief second before shaking his head. "The point is, he should have been back and now he's been missing two days."

"So...what do you want to do, boss?"

Alexander sighed. "Roy. Bruce. You two go to that farm and find out what happened to him, would you? If he ain't there scour Westfall for any signs of him." He glared at the pair. "Even if he's dead, I wanna know where he was buried. You got it?"

"Y-yes sir!" Both of them stood upright and spoke at the same time.

"And for fuck's sake do bathe before you head out." He complained. "You smell like livestock that's been rollin' in its shit for two weeks. You both gotta be better about that."

Bruce and Roy looked at one another for a moment, then shrugged.

**

The sound of a hammer tapping roused Argen from his sleep. For a moment, he thought that there was some sort of a water leak overhead from the rain the night before, but then he realized it was coming from out by the barn. He sat upright and stared out at the massive black-furred worgen working on the side of the building, diligently tapping the nails in and repairing the walls that his gang had destroyed. The spell had been holding well; the hypnotic light could still be seen shining in his eyes even from this distance. Argen yawned and swung his legs out, pulling his clothing on for a trip outdoors.

Westfall rarely had rain; but when it did, the waters dried up so quickly that you'd never have known it rained. The air was still rather sweet and wet as he left the house and walked over to the muscular beast.

"Lovely morning!" He exclaimed as he approached.

"Yes, master. It is." Ponce said as he continued his work uninterrupted. He was like a machine at the moment. "I am nearly halfway done with the repairs as you ordered."

"Good." Argen said as he placed his hand on the wall, touching the repaired spots just to be sure this wasn't some sort of a dream he'd come up with. He'd used his power to hypnotize a worgen to serve his every beck and call; and Ponce was a fantastic lay. It got him to wonder if the others would be as easy to trap. "So. Ponce."

"Yes, master?"

The eagerness to please in his voice made Argen smile for a moment as he watched the muscles on the beast work in putting the pieces onto the wall. "Your pack... are they as... enjoyable as you are?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, master."

Argen chuckled. "I mean have you slept with them? Are they as good fuck boys as you are?"

"BWAAHAHAHH..!" The burst of laughter startled Argen for a moment who was convinced his control over Ponce had just broken. "No, master. Not nearly. They do not lay with men, so I would not have any first hand experience; but none of them have any mates to draw any reference from either."

"None of them lay with males? Hmm." Argen pondered. "The power works best when it's a suitable partner...it might be a little trouble if they come looking for you. How about Roy? He seemed to be more subtly taken with you..."

"Roy has been my closest friend since before the curse, master." Ponce admitted. "I am sure he is attracted to more than females, but he has not given me any clue to be sure."

"Do you like him in that way?"

"Yes master." Ponce replied without hesitation. "I do."

"Well then, that's something that we can work with." Argen said to himself. "Your pack will come to you, I'm sure of it. When you sense them nearby, alert me immediately."

"Master?" Ponce said as Argen turned. "Will they join us?"

"Oh yes, Ponce." Argen turned with a grin. "They will be joining us very soon."

"Good. I--I miss my pack."

"What in the fuck is he doing?" Roy whispered with a growl of agitation to his voice. "He's... helping the elf fix his farm up?"

"Hmm." Bruce narrowed his eyes and watched Argen walk away. "That's definitely not like him; I mean if that elf were that close to me I probably would have gnawed his face off without flinching."

"Something's not right. Ponce is a lot of things, but he's not a pushover. We need to find out what's going on."

"Shouldn't we get back to the boss first?" Bruce asked. "I don't think we should do this without telling--"

"Oh, sure. We're just going to get back and tell Alexander that Ponce has lost his damn mind. That'll go over real well."

"What do you suggest?"

Roy groaned a bit, watching as Ponce seemed to get to work, layering wood and hammering it into place, undoing the damage he had failed to do a few nights before. He got back to his feet, dusted himself off and made his way toward the farm with a dutiful stride. Noticing his partner's departure, Bruce quickly rushed to join him. "I'm gonna march over to that fuckin' farm and ask him what's going on. That's what I suggest." He growled. "Hey! Ponce!" He shouted before Bruce grabbed him from behind, closing his trap with a single hand.

"Are you insane? What if the elf hears you?"

"Fine! Let him!" He forced himself away. "I'm going to get an answer from him, then I'm gonna kick his ass for betraying his pack!"

Bruce groaned and rushed after Roy. "Okay, just... just don't let the elf know you're here, will ya? Who knows what kind of magic he performed."

Roy paused and looked back. "Magic? Now you're the one acting all superstitious. Get the fuck out of my way!" He growled and continued toward the farm. "Oy! Ponce!"

Ponce looked away from his work just in time to see a fist flying toward his face; deftly he dodged the attack, grabbed Roy's arm and twisted it around his back to steady him. "Hey! Easy old man. You're going to hurt yourself like that."

"That ain't the only thing I'm gonna hurt! Let me go! Let me go!" He snarled and snapped.

"Not until you've calmed down." Ponce insisted as Bruce ran up to them. "Now do you two mind tellin' me what's going on?"

"We came to rescue you and find you...fixing things here?"

"Of course. It was something I broke, I must fix it."

"Just because that elf said so?"

"Well... yes. Master was kind enough to let me fix my mistakes and--"

"Hold on, 'master'? Why did you just call him that?"

"Because I am." Another voice turned their attention toward Argen, who had exited the house with a strange pair of glasses on. "And soon you will too." He held up a small device.

"What's...what's that?"

Roy had barely asked the question when Argen touched the small button on it and a brilliant flash of light emitted from it, almost instantly causing Roy's knees to feel like jello as they wobbled uncontrollably under him. "Wh-what?" He gasped as he reached up with his free hand and rubbed his eyes. "Ahh! It burns!"

"Why YOU!" Bruce lunged at Argen, who quickly did the same to him. Bruce missed his target and instead fell to his hands and knees on the ground. "Nnnghhh!" He grunted. "Wha-what is this?" He asked. "What'd you do?"

"Fuck you! Fuck both of you! Let me go!" Roy reeled in sheer anger now, trying his hardest to rip his arm from Ponce's firm grip. He felt the world spinning around him, but every ounce of him was firmly on the attempt to keep himself from falling deeper into the pit he felt was under his feet.

"Ponce, let him go." Argen said assuringly. "I've got this."

Ponce immediately did his bidding and released Roy, who nearly dropped like a sack of potatoes; only catching himself from falling by his hand. Dizziness was causing his mind to swim, as if whatever was going on was somehow far away. "Y-you will pay for this..."

"Roy...what... what's happening?" Bruce asked with a strained voice.

"You will correct what you've destroyed on my farm, and obey me whenever I desire it. Do you understand?"

Roy had his hands on each side of his head; the words from Argen were somehow causing him to feel weak and dizzy. He could hear them echoing in his head over and over, and was compelled to hear them. "F-fuck... you..." He stammered.

Argen frowned and raised the control once more, he pressed the button and another flash of light emitted from it, causing Roy's eyes to swivel back into his head for a brief moment. It blinded him, and he could see strange shapes swirling about until his eyesight returned. "You will correct what you've destroyed..." He heard Argen's voice again, but he didn't see him speak. It was an echoing command now swimming through his head. Roy saw Bruce now lying on the ground, face contorted in a strange look of exertion; as if exhausted from resisting it, resisting the call of their mas--of their elven jailer. Roy gasped and could feel the control slipping from his mind. "Ghhh..." He whimpered.

"All you need to be concerned about is being a good boy, and the pain will stop. The dizziness will stop..."

"Good boy, good boy" That was all Roy could hear in his mind now as the warmth of those words coated him like a calming shower of rain. He threw his head back and looked at the sky, but even that felt miles away. He couldn't understand what he was feeling, his eyes widened and he fell to the ground, just like Bruce had. He could feel his consciousness slipping; only the words "Good boy..." resonated through his mind as everything went dark.

***

It had been two days since Alexander had sent Bruce and Roy to find Ponce and neither of them had returned. On the third morning, when he woke to find their usual spots still empty he growled and thrust his fist against the ground, waking Thaddius from his hefty slumber with a jolt. "FUCK!" He roared angrily. "Where are those two? They should have been back at least a day ago with him." He groaned and rubbed the space between his eyes with frustration. "I mean yeah. Sure, Ponce is a dip who I'm always questioning his loyalty, but Bruce? Roy? This ain't like them." He looked at Thaddius as he sat up and stared blankly at him. "What do you think?"

Thaddius pondered for a moment, but didn't answer vocally, only offering a shrug as a response.

"Helpful, mate. Helpful." Alexander said with a groan. "Think we should go find 'em?"

Thaddius nodded, then pointed toward the rising dawn, quickly tracking it with his finger until it ended up over his shoulder. "So... tonight then?" Alexander asked; Thaddius responded with a solemn nod. "Right. It's a good idea. We gotta find them and figure out what the fuck this elf's done to them." He paused. "If he's even done anything; I've seen the man, he is barely the sort of man who can pick a fight..." He saw Thaddius tap the side of his scalp. "Yes. I suppose he is smart, but it ain't like we're far behind him right?" Thaddius' expression remained vacant for a moment. After another elongated silence, he sighed again. "Fuck..."

Once again the two worgen left camp to find their comrades; not much was spoken between them as the day dwindled down to a low-lit sunset; clouds forming on the horizon formed an impending rain storm, helping to conceal their return to Argen's farm. Their nature as worgen slowly aiding them in seeing through the darker evening until they reached the hillside only half a kilometer from the farm. Bruce and Roy had been there recently; at least a day and a half before them judging by the scent trails left behind as Roy and Bruce; Alexander crouched low and sniffed.

"They were here." Thaddius pointed out. "And went that way." He gestured toward the farm.

"But they hadn't come back, had they? Meaning they went to the farm but never left?"

Again, Thaddius shrugged without saying anything.

The subtle boom of thunder in the distance made both sets of the worgen ears flick in response; this was the perfect time, easy to get in, easy to get back out again. They had to find their friends under any circumstances and the best way to find them quickly was to split up. "Thaddius, you see if you can get into the house." He said. He looked to the barn, which was illuminated from within on the upper floor. "Find that bastard and make him pay for this; whatever he's done."

"But...what if it is a trap?"

"Do I look like I care? You can take him, I have to make sure the boys are alright. We will meet you when I've freed them. We're going to make this rat regret ever crossing us."

Thaddius; still with a visible expression of hesitation, gave a subtle nod and with a gesture from his leader, the two of them departed the hillside to make their way toward the farm.

The pair separated well before they got there and when Alexander reached the barn, he turned to see that Thaddius was already nowhere to be found; for a beast that size, it was a hard feat to pull off and quietly, he made his way to the barn's doors. There were noises coming from inside and despite his hesitation, he pushed his way in. He swallowed his nervousness, he had to be sure his boys were there and the elf was not. He narrowed his eyes as the lighting felt awkward and he couldn't feel them adjusting. He noticed immediately that the barn had been repaired from their attempts to sabotage it several days before and that the lighting was coming from the glow of a nearby oil lamp hanging on a hook from the rafter.

"Nnnhh...ahhh-hahhh..."

The noises sounded somewhat garbled, Alexander couldn't make them out. Then he heard one speak; "C-careful... master wants...us to be ready for him..."

"Ponce you bastard..." Alexander said under his breath as he continued to search, eventually finding a ladder leading to the loft where all these sounds could be heard. There were strange noises; wet noises that made him cringe at what he might find, and by the time he had reached the top of the ladder, he still found himself in shock.

His packmates lay in the semi-light, caught between the glow of the moon and that of the dull lantern light within the barn; together and naked, thick, muscular piles of flesh covered in fur under the mixture. Bruce sliding his muzzle down the hefty shaft of Ponce's cock as he and Roy were embroiled in a passioned kiss. The shock was nearly enough to send Alexander over the edge, but instead he bellowed out a profoundly loud "WHAT IN THE EVER FUCKIN' FUCK!?" Before toppling backwards and dropping twenty feet to the hard floor below.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Ponce and Roy over his face staring at him with concern as Bruce was checking his body for injuries. In disgust he pushed them all away from him and bolted up. "What in the everlivin' what..." He gasped and choked on his own disgust as he scooted himself away from them.

"Wait... Alexander, wait!" Ponce tried to stop him as he approached, leaving both Bruce and Roy back looking somewhat confused. "Master wants us...wants all of us to live here."

"M-master?!" Alexander groaned. "What is he having you do? Be his lapdogs?"

"What...what's going on?" Roy asked, looking at Bruce in confusion. "What are you doing naked?"

"I was going to ask the same thing..."

"Fuck. Master spent all night with them, and now you've confused them..." Ponce said as he turned and started back toward the other two. "It's alright; Bruce, Roy try to remember you are home..."

Ponce didn't have much of a chance to say more when he felt a tackle from behind, throwing him to the floor as Alexander screamed in outrage as he punched the worgen square in the jaw. "You're letting him do this to you?! To them!? What the fuck, you fuckin' dick-chugger!"

"W-wait! Master is trying to help he--"

"Master? Why do you keep calling him that, don't you even know who the fuck you are anymore Ponce? Who your packmates are?"

Ponce paused and looked at him, a puzzled expression across his face made him almost seem vague to recollect anything. "I-its..."

"It's bloody hypnosis, can't you see that? He's got you owned with some wicked enchantment. You gotta break free, mate. Break free and we gotta get out of here..."

"What...what are we doing here, Alexander?"

Alexander looked at Roy, who looked thoroughly confused at the situation. "You're coming out of it? Oh fantastic. Roy, get these boys outta here--"

Roy stared at Alexander for a moment. "Wh--why?" He asked. "I..." He placed a hand against his forehead. "I'm so confused what was I doing up there?"

"I tell you what you were doing; you were kissing this male right here, do you really think that's something you want?"

"I don't understand..."

Alexander's heart fell as he realized that his packmates were so far gone now that it would take days to bring them back to normal. He gasped as he realized; "Oh shit, Thaddius!" He exclaimed before getting back to his feet. "I gotta warn him!" He ran toward the barn door, only to see the hulking beast entering on his own, causing him to stop short. "Oh fuck... Thad. I'm glad you're here, listen you've got t--" His words went dry as Thaddius' eyes locked with his own, giving a similarly vacant expression in the glowing aura of his eyes that the others were giving him. "Thaddius?"

"I should not have awakened him..." He said. "He was not happy, not at all..."

Alexander took a step back. "No... so quickly?" He asked. "Thaddius, you must fight it. We've got to get out of here! This man is so far beyond our league that there's no way we're going to--" He grunted as Thaddius thrust his fist against his chest and grabbed his shirt. The sound of the threads shredding as he tightened his grip filled the air. "R-run..." He struggled the word from his throat.

Alexander found it hard to pull away as well as Thaddius had a firm grip on his shirt; as he finally twisted himself around, the shirt split straight down the center and pulled from his body as Thaddius remained with it clutched in his fist as the former leader of this pack made a break for a nearby window. He was no longer leader of these men; these worgen, who had so quickly turned against everything he knew. He propelled himself through the glass of the window and hit the ground, he rolled once and stopped in his tracks as he stared face-to-face with Argen. The man had a strange device in his hand; it was likely what caused the others' current state, he growled defiantly at the man. "Elf."

"How do you enjoy your pack now?" He asked. "If all you wanted was a home, I could have given you one...instead, you forced me to help...acclimate you here through another means."

"By force? You bastard, what have you done to them?"

"No. Not by force." Argen shook his head. "They still have their willpower, they still have their personalities and they are still the worgen you knew, but I've opened their eyes to a compromise that you otherwise wouldn't have accepted, am I right?"

"You're wrong, they're fighting it. At least... Roy and Thad and Bruce are... you've just twisted Ponce, and they're following his lead."

"His lead, not yours?" Argen said. "Is that what you're worried about? You would still be their leader, but I'd rather you settle here at your home with them than..."

"Enough!" Alexander roared angrily as he charged at the elf who promptly activated the device.

"Just in time..." Alexander thought to himself as he closed his eyes and made a swipe at the air, meeting nothing. He opened his eyes to see that the elf had moved himself ten yards behind him. "Fuck...!"

"That was close." Argen said, slipping his fingers through his beard. "You nearly had me there."

"You won't get me. Not like you got them.."

Argen smirked a bit. "No... maybe not."

A forceful blow from behind threw Alexander to the ground, as his body hit the ground, he grunted, feeling the massive frame of Thaddius grab him and pin him. "I... held off as long as I could..." He admitted. "But I could not resist his call, I want to...be a good boy..." He said, his entire body trembling.

"Yes, you are a good boy, Thaddius. And you will be rewarded with my home as your home... don't you see Alexander? I don't want to force you from here, I only want to help you..."

"Bullshit!" Alexander growled defiantly as Argen approached. He closed his eyes, but almost immediately he felt Thaddius' enormous claw clutch over his head and pull at his eyes. "No! Thaddius let me go! Let me--"

A split second, it was all it took for his resistance to fade; a brilliant flash of light pierced Alexander's opening eyes and an entire surge of cold flooding his mind and sending shivers down his body. "Now there's a good boy..." The words filled his mind and he felt his eyes flutter in response. "Show me your desires, Alexander..."

"N-no...you... you can't."

"Be my good boy, won't you?" He could hear them echoing off his mind like pebbles being thrown into a pond, rippling out across the surface as a calm slowly began to rise. "Good boy..." The words echoed.

Alexander woke suddenly from his pin and felt himself standing upright; his back against the massive frame of Thaddius, whose claws were gliding slowly down to the cinch of his belt, pulling them away as one slipped under the breech and grappled his cock. He gasped and moaned aloud, a feeling of excitement flowing through his body from that very spot and he immediately became aroused. Hoisted into the air, Argen placed his hands on Alexander's body. Pleasure immediately shot through him and he gasped, his muscles swelling and for a moment becoming so tight that it hurt. "Would you like to know the reward for being a good boy?" He asked.

Alexander struggled to tell him no, but everything in him was begging for the opposite. He did want to be a good boy, he wanted to feel his packmates even closer to him, but he'd never realized how much he wanted it until this moment. He wanted--no--needed them now. It was as if the light had lifted the doubts from his mind and he wanted it more than anything. He couldn't respond out loud, but instead he felt himself drop to his knees. Sometime during his strange trip, Argen had slipped from his robes and was now standing naked in front of him; a strong, slim, yet well built frame. He'd never seen a man so beautiful; he'd never even considered...no... he turned his gaze away, then back again to see his cock only inches from his muzzle.

Alexander could have bitten it off then and there; just a simple castration would have taken him out of this equation, he would have been able to go home with his pack and everything could have gone back to normal. His lips curled back in a defiant snarl; but that light...that damned eternal light somehow managed to quell his instincts long enough for--yes... yes this was it; the taste of flesh on his tongue, the salty bitter-sweet flavor of his musk intruding upon his senses. Thoughts of violence against Argen seemed pointless now as he grasped his hip with one hand and pulled him all the way into his mouth; feeling the flesh as it prodded against the back of his throat, allowing him to swallow every inch of him until his lips pressed against his loins; in that moment, he felt pleasure.

Suddenly, he felt himself lurched over forward as Thaddius now grabbed at his backside. The great beast spread his cheeks apart and pressed his lips in between them. Alexander's instinct was to object to this treatment at first, but feeling Thad's tongue eagerly press against his ass, slide from the base of his balls up across his hole, he grew lost in the pleasure as another cock came into view; he looked up and into Ponce's eyes, looking down at him, the beast grinned. The glitter of light in his eyes that hadn't been there before seemed to calm him even more, and Alexander began to partake of his packmate's cock, moaning as Thaddius began to grow even more eager at his ass. He was such a good boy; he had to be a good boy, his mind was on fire with these new sensations, and he began to suck each of their cocks somewhat in the hope that one would spring to life for him, so he could drink from their fountains--

"N...no...this isn't... right." His mind was burning in pain as he tried to resist the brilliant light now filling his eyes. "I never--wanted..." But he knew he did; ever since he learned of Ponce's... "tastes" he wanted to fuck the worgen, he wanted to bury himself so deep in Ponce's ass that he'd make him howl... "No, that isn't true...wasn't...wasn't true. Perhaps it is now? Why are you fighting this? Don't you want to be a good boy?" Alexander's mind was racing, contradicting itself, forcing these experiences on him made him feel lost in a sodomite's paradise and he wanted it even more now.

Alexander's senses had returned; it was still night and all of them were together now, in the loft of Argen's barn. Argen was hard as a rock, pouring oil over his thick manhood as Alexander waited there wantingly. Bruce and Roy were having their own fun only a few feet away as Roy slid his thick cock deep into Bruce's ass; he watched the man's entire body ripple from his cheeks out as he let out a howl of pleasure. Ponce was on all fours between him and Argen as Thaddius lifted his legs from behind, holding his ass upright and out for him to let the submissive beast, the one who seemed most willing to do this start to lick his ass. He knew that Ponce has wanted to do this from their first meeting; and there was no lie, he was good at it. His tongue darted in and out of Alexander's ass, coating the hole and the flesh around it with a good amount of spit and drool, plunging it deep enough for him to feel it as he played with Thaddius' thick meat that was standing out almost like a tail under him, pointing upward toward his flesh. Ponce slowly removed himself as Argen moved inward.

"Now to initiate you as one of my good boys; you will always have a home here, Alexander, and you'll never have to want for anything else."

Alexander wanted to struggle against it, he wanted to be sure that this was what he wanted; of course it was what Argen wanted, but they had been without a home so long... he felt Argen's warm flesh press against his ass, briefly teasing it with a few slaps of his fleshy cock, mostening the entire cleft with the strangely soothing and rose-scented oil before he buried it deep into his ass.

"RRRRGGHHH!" Alexander's body tightened up; the pain was excrutiating at first, but quickly tempered off and as the man's cock sunk deep into him, it began to feel soothing and immediately he became erect. He'd never thought being fucked by another man could feel like this, and immediately he wanted more; he wanted to be a good boy, he wanted to be fucked so hard that he screamed. "Nnghhh! He panted and his body shook, convulsed as the cock riding him drove itself deeper and deeper with every thrust. Just as he felt like he was about to scream another cock pressed itself into his lips and he looked to see that it was Ponce; of course, with that damn smug grin on his face. Alexander's knees were practically over his chest his body on full display as he listened to the wet noises of the other two fucking each other behind Argen.

"Is it...my turn?" He heard Thaddius rumble with his deep voice.

"Yes, be a good boy and help me fill your leader." Argen said with a smile as Alexander felt Thaddius' cock naturally lean against him and his body turn ever so slightly.

Alexander wanted to have this so badly now that he was practically throwing himself against the blunt feeling of his cock, pressuring it to move onward and into his ass. He gasped with every subtle attempt to be penetrated. At last, the feeling of Thad's thick meat pushing past his ring with a subtle pop made him scream as his flesh slapped against his own stomach and wetly littered it with a long line of precum shooting from his cock. He threw his head back as he felt Thad's flesh slap against his ass at the same time as Argen's, as they pulled themselves into him. Hungrily, Alexander grabbed Ponce's cock and thrust it down his throat, consuming the flesh like some sort of stuffed turkey. He moaned and felt the flesh twitch in his maw. He didn't know why, but he wanted it, he wanted to have his packmates all over him. "Fffffuck!" He cried out.

"Come together." He heard Argen's voice say. "Come together and cum...together... my good boys..."

At last, like a writhing geyser; Alexander felt both Thaddius and Argen explode within him at the same time. The sudden heat filling his ass, the sudden sloshing of fluids now pouring out of him caused him to throw his head back and howl in pleasure. He saw Ponce's tightened expression and quickly returned the flesh to his maw; he hadn't even noticed that Bruce and Roy were up stroking themselves against his body; to make him theirs too, just as they were his... this was his home, this was where he belonged... he heard a fierce grunt and Ponce began to shoot rope after rope of cum down his throat as Roy and Bruce began to fire their own saturation into his chest and face fur all at once. The smell, the musk, the sex. It was all-encompassing, so overpowering that he couldn't help but cum himself, pouring a fountain of semen all across his red torso and soaking himself entirely as their howls joined in a chorus that filled the night air...

Finally, as Thaddius and Argen removed their spent shafts and slowly lowered him to the ground, Alexander finally felt like he understood; his home...he didn't need to resist, he didn't want to resist Argen's power. He was ready, his body wanted him to be a good boy for Argen. His mind could finally rest.

Sleepiness began to overwhelm him finally, Alexander felt his mind press against his skull, something nagging at him from deep within. As he finally laid down with his pack, only two words were left to echo in his mind; words that he wasn't sure were his own, but he felt comfort in them: "Good boy..."

THE END