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"This can't be happening...t-this can't be happening..."

Repeating the words over and over until the meaning was lost didn't help Gardner retain his sanity. If anything, he was pushing himself into further darkness by keeping the mantra, but he needed to say something to keep himself grounded.

He was shocked that he was allowed to speak, having expecting something to stuff his mouth and keep him silenced, but as he stood then, he was free to speak, mutter to himself, cry out for help; none of it made a difference to his eventual fate, and he had no way of knowing what that was.

After all, if you'd told him that werewolves were real, he wouldn't have believed you until one chained him up in the showers, and even then, the dark, powerful creature was gone as fast as he'd come.

The only evidence that remained was a facsimile: large, thick puppy mitts kept Gardner's hands trapped, with interior workings that kept him from clenching a fist or even curling his fingertips. Beyond that, the chains between them were wrapped around the neck of a sturdy pipe, proving far too strong for him to tug against it and break himself away from the wall.

With only the sound of his own voice and the distant dwop of leaking faucets to keep him company, he was slumped on his knees with utter defeat, left to wonder why he would have been allowed to survive such an encounter in the first place.

He didn't know how long he'd been waiting for an answer: he wasn't allowed to keep his clothes, and with them, his smartphone was gone, truly cutting him off from the outside world.

Gardner wasn't the most popular guy in the world, but he'd never felt so alone in a school before.

"I need to try this one more time," he tried to gather some gumption to himself as he yanked down against the pipe, but still, even the cheap tiles around the pipe wouldn't budge. "Need t-to...break this f-fucking thing!"

The only thing keeping him driven to move was the fact that this creature, whoever and whatever it was, could have gone anywhere he wanted after he left...and Gardner hadn't seen his girlfriend all morning.

Until the werewolf came around, that was his only reason to be frightened, that day.

"If she's still here somewhere, I need to get to her...I...I need to save her!" he grunted over and over again, pulling his arms against the puppy mitts as hard as he could, but he never came any closer to escaping. "Fucking hell...only thing in this whole cheap ass school that was built with any integrity would be the fucking pipes!"

His knees were sore, carrying the weight of his body for as long as they had. He couldn't keep a proper stance against the soaked tiles, and overhead, his arms would have been burning just from their forced hang; that he was pushing against the iron with energy he didn't have only served to exhaust him anymore, and moved him one step closer to popping one of his arms out of the socket.

Even if he could have escaped, Gardner wouldn't have to go far to find his girlfriend, but he wouldn't have enjoyed the caveat of having her returned so easily.

"Like someone as small and weak as you could have saved anyone to begin with? Do you honestly think you would have had a chance to keep her out of my clutches?"

When he was first kidnapped, Gardner didn't hear the voice of the titanic canine. The power of his movements and the subtle, rumbling growl that followed his every breath were more than enough to freeze the poor human, and with just one paw, the creature proved itself a match for everything Gardner could muster.

He thought he'd feel overt rage when he was finally able to put a voice to the beast, but the sound was like cold syrup, rolling over his ears and his lower back with a pervasive chill.

"She didn't put up anywhere near the kind of fight that you did...if anything, I feel like she was looking for a strong, worthy alpha to come and claim her."

Another insult stung Gardner, but at that point, he was just glad to feel something other than panic: he'd become numb to everything else in the process of waiting it out.

"I've gotta say...she's a tasty little morsel, but I've got more bitches in my pack than I know what to do with," the werewolf claimed. "As much fun as it would be to plug her up in front of you and make you watch the whole thing, I think I've got something different in mind for the two of you!"

Gardner didn't know that he was familiar with the werewolf, and in his current state, he never would have recognized the man that made his educational career a living hell. He recognized his girlfriend right away as the creature stepped around the lockers, but as large and long as his stride was, she never would have been able to keep up with him on foot.

Conveniently, she was leashed and collared, but even then, she was more akin to a toy dog in a purse than she was to a human: held succinctly in the arms of the beast as he moved, she was looking around with a distant smile, as if she was completely unaware of the danger that she _should_have been in.

"Mel...w-what...what the hell did you do to Melanie?!"

"I carried her here. I was worried that her feet might be getting tired."

"This isn't a fucking joke!"

"Who's joking? With the size of this school, I'm sure her feet were killing her," the werewolf taunted Gardner, assuming authority even when he was the one being interrogated. "O-oh, of course...you mean, why is she in my arms, leashed up and smiling like a good little bitch, right?"

One more thrash against the wall still wasn't enough for Gardner to break away, but it showed that he had some fight left in him; the beastly creature was hoping he might have been broken by his captivity, but now that he could see the resilience in the kneeling human, he was looking forward to what came next even more than he was before.

"If you hurt her, I...I swear-

"You know, romantic and heroic speeches are nice and all, but if you had any chance of escaping, you would have done it by now. The school's empty, no one knows you're here, and your girlfriend dropped to her knees and started trying to suck me off within seconds of getting a whiff of my scent...so don't go wasting my time with what you'd do to me, and how you're going to hunt me down. You're helpless. You're trapped. Your bitch belongs to me now...and soon, you will too."

For all the bullying he'd endured, Gardner thought he'd developed enough of a mental callous to handle anything the world threw at him.

The difference between bullying from a classmate and being literally kidnapped was a sapling to a matured redwood, and Gardner was only just starting to realize that as the werewolf came closer, making the gap between them feel uncomfortably small.

"Just p-please tell me you didn't hurt her."

There was breathlessness in his voice, but even more than that, there was a hopeless tone that followed his breath and left his head hanging; he couldn't stand the idea of being seen in such a state by Melanie, even if she wasn't in her right of mind.

"Not yet, anyway. I let her sniff around and lick my junk a little bit, but that was all her idea, honestly. If I didn't have a schedule to keep, I'm sure she'd be on her knees right now, drinking up her third or fourth load of the afternoon..."

Gardner would have denied the small twitch of life that ran through his cock at the thought, if his clothes weren't laying in a trail on the locker room floor.

"...Don't tell me you'd be into that."

"Why not?"

"Because...now that I know that, I'm definitely gonna stick with my original plan, and that's gonna be so much worse for you."

There were levels of mercy that Gardner could have experienced, if he had any bodily restraint.

Thanks to the lack thereof, he saw the werewolf stepping closer, keeping Melanie in tow and leaving only the tiniest gap between them; the narrow tiles felt like an invisible barrier, but in both form and appearance, that barrier proved as useless as it should have when the beast rested his full, musky sack on the front of Gardner's forehead.

"You asked me not to hurt your girlfriend...so consider it a blessing that I'm not gonna let you see this part."

His balls were sitting right in front of Gardner's eyes, forcing the slender male to drink in the musk of the pit just as much as the sight of it. With such a limited range of motion, the defeated human couldn't shake the hefty package from his face.

"No...n-no, please!" he begged, but his screams were muffled by the flesh above. His continued pleas were ignored, and against the naked gap between her neck and her collarbone, Melanie felt a bite that was soft and soothing, despite the pain she should have expected.

Her mind was still distant and drifting when the trails of blood ran down her shoulder and stained her chest. Her naked breast was dripping with the crimson mess for only a moment: the beast that carried her didn't want to let that go to waste, and the delicate lap of his tongue was healing the wound, aiding the process of her natural coagulation.

To accomplish his end goal, his fangs only had to penetrate her skin, but she was such a tasty little morsel that he couldn't keep from hanging around for a longer taste; that Gardner was helplessly crying between his thighs the entire time was just a bonus.

"Oh, I'm so sorry...did you say please?" he finally asked, as he released his fangs from their comfortable hold. "I know I've got these big, sensitive ears, but would you believe me that I couldn't hear you? I mean, if you really wanted to stop me, you would have gotten my sack out of your face, I'm sure..."

The beast wasn't just a powerhouse: he was cold, cruel and calculated, keeping Gardner just informed enough of his girlfriend's fate to create his own worst nightmares.

Without the details being revealed to him, Gardner was fearing the worst, but he quietly hoped that the creature would have mercy on him and spare his girlfriend the deadly fate that had come for her.

When the quiet tamp of her feet hit the ground, there was already a greater thickness to her step. Distant eyes were filling with clarity as she looked down at Gardner and immediately recognized him, but she didn't look at him with fear and compassion, much as he expected.

She didn't even look worried.

"If you really wanted to save me, you would have broken out of that, wouldn't you?"

The bite was already affecting her mind, but in one statement, she'd utterly shattered what was left of Gardner's mental sanctity. With his arms tied back, his neck leashed and his hands rendered useless, he couldn't believe that Melanie would have blamed him for his failures, but the intensity in her gaze was foreign, so much that he wasn't sure he recognized his own girlfriend anymore.

There was no doubt in what was left of his mind that she'd been corrupted by that single bite, and the odd, fuzzy scabs that were filling in the bite marks cemented his theory. As his jaw dropped from the unbelievable sight of her naked body growing thicker and fuller, he felt like he was on the verge of passing out...but a paw captured his chin and held his head up, making sure that he wouldn't look away.

The first werewolf was standing by his side now, having moved his sack from Gardner's eyes: as much fun as it was to feel the human's warm, soft skin against his crotch, he wanted to watch the change in his expression as Melanie's proud, supple breasts and narrow slit began fading...a coat of fur would hide all of the finer details before too long, but before then, the flesh upon her chest was growing flatter and broader, widening right along with her shoulders.

Down below, there was no ignoring the full detail of a tiny, hidden clit revealing itself, but as it pushed up through the delicate hood above, it expanded with incredible vigor, turning a deeper shade of pink, until it was nearly the same crimson as the blood that spilled from her before. Just the first inch was impressive enough, but with minutes passing by, even more flesh continued to pump from the spot, until Gardner felt inadequate because of her.

He could have guessed that it wasn't appropriate to call it a clitoris anymore, but the small slit that appeared near the tip and the slim, canine taper that followed cemented things for him; he knew he'd be seeing double soon enough, even if he didn't want to accept it.

"Not that I had high hopes for her, but it looks like she's got an even bigger cock than you do, Gardner!" the beast called him out all the same, his voice gleeful. "I was worried that she might end up staying a female, but by the look of it...she's gonna be twice the man you've ever been! Only took her a few minutes to get there, too..."

His mind was already cast into darkness, but Gardner could still feel the embarrassment of being emasculated, even in the deep and protective recesses of his mind. He was twitching with fear at the sight of the once tiny Melanie growing thicker and taller still; when her bones threatened to rip through her fair, pale skin, muscles grew out first and everything adjusted with them, keeping her body in proportion...but those proportions were changing.

As fur spread from the site of her bite mark and rolled over her shoulders and what was left of her breasts, arms continued to grow so rapidly, it looked as though they were balloons being filled from a helium tank.

The sinew that grew between thick, rippling muscles, however, wasn't hollow or weak. The few ounces of fat she had on her body were being swallowed and repurposed, keeping a single inch of her body from being soft or weak.

Just as the musculature became so obvious on her bodice, the slit of her womanhood sealed up, and all around the inside of her thighs, her normally clean and trimmed bits were coated with a healthy coating of thick, black fluff...but from the middle of it all, a sheath was growing around the viciously throbbing length of her transformed clit, covering up most of what the sensitive nub had become.

She was no longer the bitch that the werewolf called her: she was still getting bigger, with muscles that could hold their own and arms that were almost as thick as Gardner's entire torso.

At that, she wasn't a she at all, anymore.

"You're a regular chip off the old block, aren't you, Mel?" the werewolf remembered her name from before, though he didn't think it a fitting title any longer. "We'll have to work on that title sometime down the road...I suppose Mel is fine for the time being, but you're hardly a Melanie anymore."

The entire time, his stare was fixated on Gardner, and by the time he realized that two pairs of canine orbs were staring at him, the familiar and comforting pair of emeralds that Melanie sported were reduced to swimming, swirling pools of molten gold, carrying greater weight and intensity than their inspiration.

"Call me whatever you want," the new werewolf suggested. "Just don't make me wait to take out my revenge on this little pussy for letting me get captured in the first place..."

Despite his inward rage, the newly transformed Mel wasn't angry with the beast that did him in. He was grinning at the sight of Gardner's trembling bodice, revealing that the human mind in the canine body was more than happy to answer the instincts that were already dominating his every thought.

If they were to be a pack, they needed to establish Gardner's place at the bottom, and the most pleasurable method was sure to be the preferred, as well.

"Melanie, y-you...you know this wasn't my fault," Gardner made a final, pitiful attempt to defend himself, but he only made it that far before the original werewolf clenched up its digits on his jaw and held his face in place again. "Mnf...nmf mif faawt!"

"First of all, you're gonna call me Mel from now on," he ordered. "Second...you were sitting here on your knees, enjoying a nice, warm shower and slacking off the entire day, so how exactly does that equate to an attempt?"

"Doesn't sound like he tried all that hard, Mel. I think you've got every right to be pissed off at him."

"And what do you think I should do about it? Guys like this don't learn their lesson if you rough them up, if his track record here is any indication."

Mel was able to keep his memories and identity intact, but the human part of the mind was working in symbiosis with the canine aggression that continued to flow and spread throughout his new body.

He knew everything that Gardner had suffered at the hands of his bullies in the past, and yet, he was still trying to think of new ways to push the defeated boy to his absolute limits; he didn't think he'd been humiliated enough, even when he already reeked of another creature's musk.

"Be as rough as you want; no need to hold back on his account or mine," the alpha claimed. "But it sounds like you have a little steam to blow off, and I think I know just what I'd recommend."

Two brilliant, veiny tips were just poking out of the end of wide, heated sheaths; Gardner knew enough about canine anatomy to know what was coming next, if he didn't think of an alternative, and fast.

As his mind made an impressive run at thinking of a counter offer, his hair was grabbed and tugged from both sides, each werewolf putting a paw into the follicles and twisting them about, until they'd made handles out of his auburn tresses.

Precum spat all over both of his cheeks as the werewolves moved in close and smashed their groins against his face, eager to see how well he'd perform under pressure.

A broken mind like his couldn't process how much was really on the line; as it turned out, he was going to deal with the pressure just fine, and his blank stare and slacked jaw made no more efforts to resist when he felt Mel's tip pushing at his lower lip and moving across his tongue.

"Not that you were ever any good with your mouth before, but maybe it's just because I was working with the wrong equipment," he suggested. "Maybe you were just more interested in sucking cock than you were in eating me out..."

It should have all been that much more humiliating for Gardner, who couldn't think of much beyond the ache in his knees and the thick, plentiful musk that was already flooding his nostrils.

That Melanie was captured right after her gym class was no mistake, and the warm, enticing sweat that built up on her body was still present enough for the scent, now that much warmer and fuller, to linger around until the new body came with it.

Heat poured from the offered cock as Mel stepped in a little closer, making sure that Gardner wouldn't make any attempt to turn his face away. Even if he'd been foolish enough, he would have been forced to gag on the alpha's cock for leaving Mel's, and deep in the back of his ruined thoughts, he'd already silently accepted that fate, as well.

These creatures were going to do whatever they wanted with him before all was said and done: it was just a matter of how much endurance they had about them...and how much Gardner could take before he blacked out.

Whether pain, fatigue, or perhaps, pleasure was the driving force behind his unconsciousness, he was yet unable to guess.

"Would you look at that...he's already got it halfway into his mouth," the alpha commented. "You just gonna shove the whole thing down his throat and give him a little after school snack?"

"Hard to say," Mel admitted. "I've never used one of these before, but I'm..._mmn..._I'm already feeling some advantages to having such a sensitive piece that sticks out so far. It's no wonder he was always trying to get me to suck him off...and if he was half the alpha that you are, I'm sure I would have done it more often..."

"Speaking of being an alpha," he muttered, "Don't forget your place, Mel...I only allowed you to cut in line because you don't know the rules yet, but a beta always goes second, and an alpha always gets to pick their favorite hole."

Impressive and brutish as Mel had become, he was still a size smaller than the alpha, and along with that, his body just didn't quite have the same strength and endurance, much less the same experience in using those tools.

It was hard to believe that he could feel nervous in such a powerhouse of a body, but for a brief moment, Mel felt exactly that, even when his full, impressive length was hanging out and pushing further into Gardner's thoughtless mouth.

"Do you want to jump in, then? I'm pretty sure I can't go any further than this...I'm h-hitting something in the back."

The alpha snickered. "Just bumping your cock against his throat...if he's going to be the new bitch around here, you're going to have to learn how to make him bend to your will, Mel. Take a step back and let me show you how it's done!"

Rivers of spittle flowed from the back of Gardner's mouth as Mel pulled his cock free. The mess was already plentiful, as mingled saliva and precum poured over his lower lip and dribbled over his chin, joining the lazy flow of excess water into rusty drains.

The choice of the shower was no accident: any evidence of what they'd done that afternoon would be washed away long before they had a chance to be discovered.

"You have a bit of an unfair advantage, don't you?" Mel asked, though he stepped aside as instructed; his legs moved of their own accord, giving credit to the alpha of the slowly growing pack. "Not like I've ever used one of these things before..."

"You two really should have brought a strap-on into the bedroom sooner," the alpha mentioned. "I've got a feeling that a proper, bottom bitch like Gardner would have loved that..."

The human was so defeated anymore that he didn't bother using his only opportunity to form a cohesive reply.

Knees were long since numb from the pressure upon them, arms strained to the point of an ethereal burn, and at the end of it all, his throat was getting sore from the onslaught of thick, heavy flesh that was forced upon it.

"I'd say that I could keep that in mind for the future, but I think I'll enjoy using this a lot more than a toy," Mel claimed, gesturing at his dripping member. "Assuming he can even take something this large in the backdoor."

"I'm sure he can, if you give him enough of a warm up..."

Mel took the point right away: he knelt by Gardner's side and reached around the aching flesh of his prone legs, finding the small, slender curve of his ass with a gripping paw. Large as he'd become, Mel could almost capture both cheeks in just one set of digits, but the pressure of his fingertips against the tight, nervous flesh of a pucker proved that he had a long way to go before he was ready for that kind of action.

Whether he figured out how to relax those muscles or not, the werewolves were going to have their way with him, and his only attempt at a protest was smothered by the heated, spitting tip of a canine cock, thrusting over his open lip and pushing right past his tongue.

His throat was the goal, and it was taken just as easily as the rest of his face: a strong grip on either side of his cheeks kept him in place as the alpha dominated his target.

Even the first of his thrusts was stronger than anything Mel managed, but his lack of experience made it clear that he wasn't quite cut out for the job, just yet. He was getting an excellent preview of what it would look like when he figured out all the machinations of his new body, and just seeing the way his alpha was pounding Gardner's face, he could feel new excitement building up, roiling over from the base of his shaft.

Twitching with gleeful excitement, Mel's cock was ready to get back to work, but he was still having trouble getting Gardner to properly stretch around the girth of a fingertip, much less the flesh that it was going to take later.

"I'm impressed that y-you lasted as long as you did," the alpha mentioned. "His throat is like a f-fucking vice...you sure you didn't have this boy sucking other guys off on the side or something?"

It was all going according to plan, but the alpha didn't expect Gardner to adjust to his new role as the bitch of the bunch so readily. He never would have guessed that the pathetic, defeated human was enjoying himself so much, but that was the truth of the matter...and it became undeniable when the boy finally moved toward his bully, pushing at the neck and trying to bob deeper on the plentiful flesh.

"If he was, he never told me about it...but I think he's finally starting to come around to the idea of having a little fun back here," Mel admitted. "Finally got it in up to the first knuckle..."

Another push forced the whole digit into Gardner's ass, spreading the pucker to the limit of what it had ever known.

By the end of the day, that limit would be a far and distant memory, but the marks left on his body would still be fresh in his mind, as eager as the canines were to take him on his virgin voyage.

"So good of my beta to get my bitch nice and prepped for me," the alpha murmured. It was surprising to Gardner that he could feel something slick, salty and warm pouring down the back of his throat right then; he thought for sure the werewolf would howl with orgasmic bliss, the way that they always did in stories and movies...but he was just grinning as he pulled his cock free and held it.

Cum gushed from the tip and sprayed over Gardner's cheek, making a terrible mess of his face before it poured down his chin and over his neck, and yet, there was even more than that to be had, leaving his face a shade of paler white than it usually was.

"Even though you just blasted his face, you're ready to go again?" Mel asked, shocked that a male could possess that kind of stamina; Gardner never did when they were intimate together. "I suppose that means you're gonna take the maiden voyage back here?"

"You're damn right I am," the alpha declared. Holding the base of his cock and keeping his knot contained, he smacked Gardner's face gently with the tip, collecting some of his own mess back to his tool and keeping it there as the much-needed lubrication for what was next. "But I've worked his throat out for you...you shouldn't have any problem going balls deep this time."

"Is that what I'm supposed to do?"

"You do whatever you want," he suggested. "But if you want it to feel really fucking good...grab him by the head, stuff his throat as deep as you can reach, and just keep fucking it...you'll know when you get there."

Mel was looking forward to his first orgasm in a male body, but he didn't think it would be such a familiar feeling as his alpha made it out to be.

Just at the thought of seeing Gardner's face bulged up with the length of his tool, however, the same was dripping a small river of precum into the drain below.

"As you insist," he answered, showing some sense of order and subservience to his alpha. "Are you sure you've had your fill of his mouth?"

"Even if I haven't, I can always go back for seconds later on," he confirmed. "And I'm sure that I will, but right now, I wanna see what my beta has learned..."

The way Gardner was chained up to the wall, there was just enough room for the alpha to take a place behind him and still have room to thrust, but Mel had all the room in the world to work on the other side, becoming more comfortable with the new tools that he'd been given.

Seeing how utterly soaked his old boyfriend was gave him even greater inspiration to prove that he was up to the task, so much that he didn't mind how much of the mess became stuck in his fur when he grasped Gardner by the cheeks and stole his gaze.

"Time for you to do something for me that you've never managed before..."

Gardner couldn't have guessed if that was actually true, or if the sadistic part of Mel's changing mind decided it needed to torture him just a little bit more than it already had.

Whether he'd ever brought the woman he once knew to a climax before, they were going to start rewriting their story with something they'd never tried before...but much to Mel's surprise, the man's jaw was hanging open not only with obedience, but eagerness to taste the seed that was waiting for him on the other side of the work to be done.

"You poor thing...spending that much time with a boy who couldn't even figure out how to get you off? I'd ask what kept you hanging around, but maybe you thought he was cute or something..."

Just hearing that, Gardner knew the alpha had to be someone familiar to him, but he wasn't so worried about trying to figure out his identity, right then.

He couldn't focus on such petty things when he felt his asscheeks being spread by an indomitable grip, and the heated weight of a slick, pulsing cock was pushing into his pucker.

None of them believed Gardner would be able to take his first dick as easily as he did, but the human was silently grateful for the presence of another one against his lips: he knew he was going to cry out in discomfort, but the most submission part of his thoughts would have escaped first, begging his alpha to keep going, no matter how much his body tried to convince him to do otherwise.

That juxtaposition was most evident, however, in the throb of his own cock, twitching between his legs and spitting precum at the air.

"I bet I could put a single paw on his junk and get him off...a single touch would probably do the trick," Mel suggested. "But he's doing so great with his mouth that I...I f-feel like I'll blow my load if I budge a single inch!"

"Go for it, then," the alpha instructed. "If you're gonna cum anyway, you might as well get the most bang for your buck...grab his ears and pummel his fucking throat, beta."

Mel didn't need the orders to know what he wanted to do, but having them uttered made things easier in a way he couldn't explain: at the heart of it all was a werewolf that was already obedient to his alpha without realizing it, and that helped him to take the training wheels off when his massive paws gripped both sides of Gardner's head and tugged it forward.

On that thrust, Mel was sure that he'd already achieved his climax, but for his first in a male body, he didn't realize that he was just at the lead up to the grand finale. Hips began pumping, and with each thrust, he felt greater pleasure building, until he finally figured out what his body already knew...

...He was only close to his finish, and across the way, his alpha was doing all he could to keep pace.

"Can't believe I'm able to get this much in there...he's a good little bitch," the bully complimented his specimen as he worked, pounding the impressive girth of his cock into a scarcely prepared bottom. "Takes it proper, too...he's trying to move back on me, just a little bit...j-just enough that I can grab him by his hips and ruin him."

Somehow, Gardner knew that it wasn't his place to move much at all, even if he hadn't been chained up: he would have knelt in place and been obedient for his superiors, with his mind accepting the role long before his body did.

Some vain part of his mind was still trying to show loyalty to Melanie, when it was only Mel that pumped from the hip, driving inch after inch of heated, canine flesh into his throat. Reaching as deep as the alpha before him, the new beta was cementing his place in the pack and doing the same for Gardner, but he could only keep that pace for so long.

His tip was so much more sensitive than he realized, and when he remembered what it grew from, everything began clicking...but it was too late for him to back out, right then.

"You always begged me not to waste a drop...t-to swallow it all," Mel recalled, grunting his way through the early stages of his climax. "Let's see how you f-fucking like it, bitch!"

The alpha was snickering at the history between them, and the dirty laundry that was being aired every step of the way.

As much as all of it should have stung Gardner, the boy was nearly cumming on himself at the continued abuse, and his body was speaking for itself when his hips pushed back into the alpha.

He was locked in place by a firm, domineering grip and the rake of claws against his flesh, but the alpha wasn't going as hard as he could have, just yet: he wanted to break the boy in slowly, and his pace was just such that he could milk another minute out of their session before he popped.

Mel didn't have that kind of endurance yet, but seeing the look on Gardner's face when his length erupted was a treat that he hadn't anticipated: glassy eyes went wide with the reality of the situation, and an unprepared mouth was overflowing with cum from a single burst. "Already...f-fucking leaking...what kind of a sorry bitch...w-wastes so much of the thing she's been working for?"

His hair felt as though it might tear from his head when Mel adjusted his grip, but Gardner was lucky enough to avoid that fate, even when it came at the expense of a knot reaching past his lips and stuffing itself into his mouth: they were tied in a way that no human was ever meant to know of, and his swallowing struggles were bypassed as seed pumped right down his throat and into his stomach.

The flood of warmth was soothing in the face of everything that came before it, and from behind, another knot squeezed past the resistance of his stretched asshole, hiding the fact that it was gaping so much from the act that came before it.

"I sure hope he's got a g-good capacity in there...if we pump him too full, it's gonna start leaking out of his nose," the alpha joked. "He just keeps clenching...s-such a good little slut, isn't he?"

"Better than I ever would have guessed," Mel concurred. "He never showed this side of himself to me before..."

"Seems a worthy addition to the pack, as far as I'm concerned. Do you want to do the honors?"

Mel's eyes lit up, burning a brighter gold than ever as he took Gardner's arm and sunk his fangs into the tender flesh of the bicep.

The taste drove him_wild_; fangs sunk in further and further as blood eased over his tongue, creating an even stronger bond between them. "You'll make a wonderful omega soon enough," he spoke around his mouthful, refusing to let go until he could feel the change against his tongue...