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Written by: TiranMaster

Shaking his head slowly, Nicholas moaned, his head aching something fierce as he attempted to look about. No luck, it took him a few moments to realize that he'd had a bag forced over his head. “W... what's happening?" he groaned, attempting to shake away the fog.

“One's awake," a voice spoke, strangely guttural, carrying a sense of excitement with it. It was a man's voice for sure, though one Nicholas didn't recognize.

“Hello? What's going on?" Nicholas called out, though his voice was muffled by the black cloth. He attempted to move, but realized that his hands and legs were bound, and that he was laying on the bare floor. Worse than that, he was naked, he could feel his junk laying on the cold ground underneath him. “What's going on?!" he shouted, now trying to grab for the sack at his head.

“Knock it off!" another voice snapped, stopping Nicholas before he could try to wiggle the bag off of his head. “Stay quiet, whelp. You're being given a great privilege tonight, you were chosen to become part of something better... greater."

That still didn't appease Nicholas, but when he started to move again he received a kick to the stomach. He was winded, groaning as he rolled back a bit from the impact, curling up on himself to avoid another attack like that. He quieted down a bit, hoping that he might be able to hear something, anything to give him a clue of what was happening here. “The other two?" another voice spoke, this one deeper, carrying an air of authority.

“I think one of them is awake, though he hasn't said anything yet. His breathing changed a little while ago, though I'm sure he thought he was being clever." This voice sounded amused, and shortly after another weaker voice spoke up.

“Is this some kind of prank...? Please, god, let this be a prank." The owner of that voice sounded just as scared as Nicholas felt, he wasn't certain if he was grateful to have another captive here or not.

“This is no prank." The voice of the one who'd kicked Nicholas, he hoped that the other captive had more sense than he had. “The gods have smiled upon us, gifted us with new brothers, and you shall be fortunate enough to be their hosts."

None of it made sense, Nicholas found himself shivering, slightly due to the cold, but more so due to the terror. “Hawk, enough of that. You're frightening them, and I do not want our future brothers to be injured." The authoritative voice, this time with an icy edge, the kind that would cut if not listened to.

There was a sigh of irritation, and for a moment Nicholas heard nothing before “Hawk" spoke once more. “Fine, Jackal. You never let me have any fun."

“I let you have plenty of fun already. You were allowed to hunt these three down, were you not?" After that, the room went silent again, save for the occasional whimpers of Nicholas' fellow captive.

When it was clear that no more conversation would be started by their captors, Nicholas tried to direct his gaze towards the voices' owners. “Please... let me go. I don't want to be here for... whatever this is."

“This is a holy rite." It was that deep voice, Jackal, he sounded a little nearer this time and that scared Nicholas. “Whether you desire it or not is not the point. You were chosen as a host by our god, and so shall you bear its weight."

The cryptic words certainly didn't encourage Nicholas, he started to speak again, but anything he said was broken off by the sound of another man's voice. “Wh... where the fuck am I?! What's going on here?!" This voice was deeper, more brash, and incredibly angry. “Where's that freak?! That guy wearing the bird mask, where the fuck is he?!"

There was a deep sigh, Jackal's if Nicholas' guess was right. “Hawk, you know better than to be spotted before the ritual."

“He was... surprisingly resilient, Jackal. I dosed him with the drug, but he... he stayed up longer than I expected." Hawk seemed trepidatious now, for the first time seeming less certain.

“If he'd managed to escape somehow, he may have made mention of us. We must stay a secret, Hawk, we cannot let our true identities out to the world. Do I need to remove you from your host?" Jackal's voice never rose, it never sped up, but all the same it was so intense that even Nicholas felt a trickle of sympathy for his captor.

“No... please... Jackal, I don't... don't put me in a box." Hawk seemed genuinely terrified, his voice scarcely more than a whisper.

“You will obey my orders, and you will follow our traditions. If you do not, then I shall see fit to follow our God's instructions. A unruly servant of The Pack will be removed from their host, sealed within a box, and left to rest to be sanctified by our God's power. This is the way, and we will obey." The words rang in the room, lingering there for a while, before several voices spoke.

“This is the way, and we will obey." Each voice was different, but all of them had the same reverence. Hawk's voice joined in, though he was the most quiet. Nicholas did notice one thing, all of the voices were male.

“Let me the fuck out! I will fucking sue your asses!" The angry ramble of the other captive had never really stopped, but the conversation their captors had been having had seemed more important. Nicholas was quickly piecing together that this was some sort of religious group... no, some sort of cult. He felt an extreme sense of unease, when it came to any sort of over-religious zealot it often didn't spell good things for those who didn't abide by their rules.

“Silence him." Jackal spoke, and for a moment the man's angry rant got louder as the bag about his head must've been removed, but seconds later the shouts were gagged. “Thank you, Gorilla. Now, sit the three hosts up, and remove their hoods."

Somehow that scared Nicholas more than anything, up to this point he'd been allowed to hide behind the black mask. That illusion of safety was going to be stripped away, but he didn't fight as he felt a pair of large hands grip him and pull him up onto his knees. For a moment he attempted to stand, hoping that he might spare his knees, but the large hands held him down on his knees. “Stay," the deep voice grunted.

Despite his own reservations, Nicholas did as he was bid before the bag was pulled off of his head, revealing the scene around him. Men, all of them nude, all of them in shockingly good shape, and every single one of them wearing some sort of animal mask. Realistic looking masks, with feathers, fur, scales, all of them staring towards Nicholas... him and the other two captives. He had a little bit of relief seeing two other human faces there, though they were both terrified... no, one was terrified, and the other was enraged. The man on the end of their little lineup was the biggest of the three, large gut, hairy body, and a beet red face that was stuffed with the black cloth of the bag. He was vainly attempting to work it out of his mouth, but seemed incapable of doing so in a timely fashion.

The other man was smaller than Nicholas was, he looked like he was college age, a shadow of a beard on his face, black hair hanging loosely around his features. “What's... going on?" he whispered towards Nicholas, as if he might have any idea. Choosing not to anger their captors, he opted to just shake his head and shrug.

From behind Nicholas, a huge man walked out, his head clad in a gorilla hood, his hands clenched unconsciously. Something that stood out to Nicholas was that many in the room were erect, hard as a rock to be honest, that would be funny... if he weren't the one bound on the ground. Nearby looking rather downcast was a man in a hawk mask, his eyes set upon the ground, his beak shut tight. “Tonight, we have gathered to welcome three new members to The Pack." Attention snapping away from the hawk, Nicholas watched as the man in a jackal mask stepped forward and started to speak.

There was a gasp of shock that echoed his own from Nicholas' fellow captive, they were both watching as the jackal's mouth moved in perfect sync with his words. His eyes moved, his features shifted, the mask moved exactly in time with his words and motions. Though it was clearly a mask as it sat upon a man's body, it was creepy to see how the jackal's head seemed to be perfectly synced with his body. “What the fuck?" Nicholas breathed.

Nearby, a man with a wolf's mask glared at Nicholas, baring his fangs at the captive. “Quiet!"

His was the voice that had recognized Nicholas' fellow captive being awake, his ears twitching a few times before settling down, his golden eyes going back to watch Jackal. The movements were all too realistic, something really awful was going on here, and Nicholas had the sinking feeling that he wasn't going to like what happened from here on.

Sitting on the floor were three ebony boxes, each one positioned before one of the three men, sitting a few feet between them and the crowd of onlooking men. Nicholas' eyes traced over the men, trying vainly to see if he recognized any of them. No luck, if any of them were someone he knew, he couldn't see them past the masks they wore. Not only that, but their very nude forms had him deeply uncomfortable. “Our God, Kalatpis has given us three more brothers to bestow upon new hosts. He marked each of the hosts, branding them so that our eyes might see."

There was a warmth upon Nicholas' chest, and when he looked down he couldn't stifle the gasp. Upon his chest was a golden mark, a set of claw marks that traced from one shoulder to his waist line. “Each of the masks have already claimed their hosts during their rest, and so now we shall begin the bonding ceremony. Where human host gives their body to their true owner, each bestowed with a proud animal visage, a true member of The Pack."

“The Pack," the group of gathered men echoed, the words in perfect harmony.

“Please... I didn't agree to this," the other man whimpered, shaking, his eyes wide and pleading as he stared towards Jackal. Not bothering to respond to his captive's words though, Jackal walked before the large man kneeling on the ground, gag still barely in place.

“Erik Wafterson, a senior partner at a law firm," Jackal stated, staring down at the man. A look of shock passed over his face, obvious recognition of his own name. “You were chosen by our brother who admires your ruthless determination, and your ever burning anger. The Pack's God has chosen you as a host to one of his creations, be proud."

Having said his peace, Jackal turned around and kneeled, opening the box upon the ground, though Nicholas couldn't see what it was at first. Reaching into the box reverently, Jackal withdrew a reptilian looking mask from within, slowly standing and presenting it to the crowd who watched on silently. “Alligator, you have been born from the power of our God. You have been gifted with this host, his passion resonating with your own. Claim his body, and become a fully fledged member of The Pack."

Stepping forward, Erik shook his head violently, eyes wide and terrified as he stared at the mask clutched in Jackal's hands. Their captor removed the gag, allowing Erik a moment to gasp and attempt to yell. That attempt was cut short though as the mask was jammed over his head, a violent lurch overcoming his body as the mask slid down snugly over his head. Almost immediately his body started to thrash, his head shaking wildly as the mask seemed to grow more colorful, the scales taking on a more vibrant hue.

Taking a step back, Jackal stood there and waited, patient as Erik was yelling from within the mask. “Get off! Fuck you! I won't be used like this!" His voice boomed through the room they were in, Nicholas and the other captive watching on in rapt horror. Erik's shaking head couldn't dislodge the mask, humorously a bit like the gag he'd had in his mouth, but already the man's fight was starting to die.

Erik's cock was starting to grow erect, his nipples starting to tense and harden as a gasp escaped his mouth... no, escaped the mouth of the mask. This was the first time the mask had moved, the entire mask now appearing more vibrant and life filled than before. Its eyes danced in its sockets as it attempted to latch onto something, a growl rumbling through Erik's chest as he continued to weakly grab for the mask. “There we go... this one... this one is powerful. He is well chosen." The voice was different, it carried... elements of Erik's voice, but it was raspier, deeper. “He is... fighting me still, but soon he will be an obedient host."

“Very good. Now, claim your status as a member of The Pack." Jackal's words were formal, a new sense of tension in the room rising.

The alligator's head snapped at the air a couple of times, clearly still struggling with Erik... but slowly the human's hands lowered behind his body, his cock full erect between his thighs, all fight gone. “I am Aligator, I have claimed my host body. Today, I will stand as part of The Pack, all for our God Kalatpis."

A roar of approval boomed from the onlooking crowd, animal heads opening wide to allow cheers of delight. Nicholas saw in a few of the wider ones humanoid mouths waiting at the other side, those bound behind the masks, the humans within. “Jesus..." he whimpered.

“All that your host owns, makes, and claims belongs to The Pack. Should we need to call upon your host's expertise, he will give it to us freely and proudly." The Jackal intoned, from off to the side Wolf had stepped away from his position and strolled behind Erik... or Alligator. In one hand he had a knife, using it he easily snapped the man's bonds.

“All my host has is for The Pack, all that he can do is for The Pack. I claim his body in entirety for my own use, but all else is free." Alligator said, standing up before stretching out, experimenting with his body. He reached down and stroked his erection, letting out a raspy purr as he stroked the thick erection a couple of times. “He is... surprisingly fragile. He will break soon enough, and will obey my every whim."

“Good," Jackal said, and gestured for Alligator to join the crowd behind them. He walked away, completely nude, but looking very confident nonetheless. Jackal's head tracked him for a moment before turning around to stare at the next in line, Nicholas' fellow captive. “It is time for the next bonding ceremony," he said aloud.

That was all it took to break the other man's will, he leapt up from his knees, whimpering in pain as the bindings at his kept his legs together. Still, he managed a few bounds away before plunging forward onto his face. Nicholas winced at the sound of the man's fall, he hoped that he hadn't hit his head. Jackal grunted, gesturing towards Wolf. Without further need of instruction, the canine headed man picked up the prone captive, shaking him a little roughly before setting him back on his knees once more. A little blood trickled out of his nostrils, but he just looked absolutely terrified out of his mind.

“Uwen Black, a sophomore in university," Jackal pronounced, Uwen whimpering at the sound of his name. “You were chosen by our brother due to your strong survival instinct, your tendency to lie and barter your way out of problems. The Pack's God has chosen you as a host to one of his creations, be proud." It was different than the one said for Erik, but obviously there was a pattern to this ritual.

Nicholas allowed his eyes to trace over the room, trying to look for some way he might be able to escape. No luck though, he'd already seen the sad attempt of Uwen to try and stand with his bindings, and all of the men within the room were in peak physical shape. It appeared that this “Pack" liked to keep their bodies in good condition, that... didn't fill him with confidence. “Cobra, you have been born from the power of our God. You have been gifted with this host, his passion resonating with your own. Claim his body, and become a fully fledged member of The Pack." When he looked back to Jackal, he saw a snake hood sitting in his hands, a proud hood standing out to the sides of the sandy scales.

“Get away!" Uwen screamed when Jackal approached, but he wasn't able to pull away as Wolf put his hands on his shoulders. It didn't take long for the snake hood to slide over his head, settling down as the alligator had over Erik's head. Once more it looked as if the mask became more lively the moment it came into contact with Uwen's body, the scales becoming less dull, the eyes starting to glow with a new life. “God, no! Please, stop!" His voice rang out from within the hood, his body shuddering as he attempted to buck the hood off.

Whatever magic made the hoods obviously didn't want them to be removed though, the hood didn't shift off of Uwen's head. Nicholas saw the maw of the hood starting to move, opening and closing a bit, the eyes starting to blink a few times as it was coming to life. Uwen's screams were dying away, his penis hardening, his body straightening up a bit. “Ahhh... glorioussss... so this is what it feelsss like to have a host." The voice was once again different, raspy, and to Nicholas' shock a forked tongue flicked out of the mask.

“Cobra, claim your status as a member of The Pack." The ritual was proceeding whether Nicholas wanted it to or not, he was growing more desperate as he realized that he was the last one to go. He could see that this was too much for him, so out of desperation he looked to the nearest person. Hawk, he was still looking forlorn, though a little more lively now that the ritual was under way.

“Hey... hey, please... let me go." He whispered to the man in the bird mask, hoping that somehow Wolf might not hear him. Of course, it was a fruitless thought, but Nicholas really had no desire to undergo the same process.

Snapping his head up to look at Nicholas, for a moment sheer rage passed over the bird's face, his eyes focusing on the human's. “I've already been shamed once today, host. I will not fail again, shut your mouth!" He turned away from Nicholas and slipped into the crowd of onlooking Pack members, leaving them all to stare at him with eager eyes.

Turning back to what was happening, Cobra was now standing, running his hands down his hips with a smile. “Oh thisss is nice. I'll have to trim up this body, but it'll work wonderfully. Little Uwen hasss receded back into his mind, but he'll obey us soon enough." He sauntered over to Jackal, placing a hand on his hip briefly before walking on to join the rest of the crowd.

Everyones' attention was now on Nicholas, his heart beating hard in his chest, watching as Jackal walked over to stand before him, his erection throbbing between his thighs. “We have come to the last new host of the night. Nicholas Davis, a bartender at a popular bar. You were chosen by our brother for your welcoming personality, and your ever present love of large social gatherings. The Pack's God has chosen you as a host to one of his creations, be proud."

Nicholas' mouth was dry and his skin was cold as he watched the man kneel down in front of him, opening the box that sat before him, and withdrawing the mask within. Jackal stood a moment later, and turned to reveal the canine looking mask. “Hyena, you have been born from the power of our God. You have been gifted with this host, his passion resonating with your own. Claim his body, and become a fully fledged member of The Pack."

“Please... stop..." Nicholas whispered, watching as Jackal kneeled before him, the eerie life-like mask staring at him coldly. He braced himself as the mask was held out, and slid easily over his head, a cool sensation for a moment. Moments later he gasped in shock and pain as the mask constricted about his head, conforming perfectly to his skull, so tight that he wouldn't be able to shake it loose. “No! Stop!" he yelled, thrashing his own head, despite knowing it wouldn't do anything.

“[i]Silence, you have been chosen by our God, and you will be obedient![/i]" The voice was sharp, more of a bark than words, but Nicholas understood them perfectly. The words were loud, encompassing, he shook under their weight. They came with something else, a primal energy, a force of nature more than anything. Behind them came with a power, a golden essence, the same one that had marked him. “[i]I will claim this body for my own, you will be my host, obedient to my every need![/i]"

“No! I'm me, this is my body!" Nicholas shouted, he wasn't certain if that was aloud or in his head, not that he really cared. On his head, he felt the mask shifting, moving itself, testing out its ability to actually move. That fact scared him as he knew that the others hadn't lasted long, he just needed to fight, he needed a way out.

“[i]There is no escape, whelp. We are The Pack, children of the God Kalatpis, we hunt the night for those he deems worthy of donning his progeny. We give him strength through acts of carnal pleasure, of eating in excess, of fornicating under the moon, we are beasts of pleasure.[/i]" Images were sprinting through Nicholas' mind, of men nude under the moon, fucking each other, eating copious amounts of food with plenty of drink. They were practically animals, yowling with pleasure, sharing with one another. They were a Pack of hedonistic beasts, and that thought was... arousing. “[i]You see why they submit, all of the hosts give themselves willingly sooner or later. The pleasure is too good, the food delectable, the sex tantalizing. You will want for nothing, your body will cease to age, you will be at the peak of fitness. All you need to do is submit to me.[/i]"

It wasn't right, Nicholas knew that, it wasn't as simple as that. He realized that he would be giving more of himself than he would be getting, some part of him was already being devoured. The part of Nicholas that allowed him to make choices for him, he would give that up, he would not be in control of his body any longer. “[i]Choice is hard, what I offer is relief. You will surrender all choice to me, you will surrender all your assets and belongings to The Pack. And in return, you will be given eternity and pleasure.[i]"

A moan escaped Nicholas as a hand stroked over his rigid cock, another pinching one of his nipples hard. They were his hands but... it wasn't him controlling them, Hyena had control of them. “No... I didn't... surrender," he whimpered.

“[i]You're already surrendering, even now. If you think that you do not want this, you are lying to yourself. There's only one thing you need give me now, surrender your name to me, and we will be bonded.[/i]" Hyena's voice was seductive, powerful, Nicholas wanted to give in, already his name was on his lips.

“I... please..." He gasped as his own hand pinched his nipple once more, his body spasming with pleasure. “Nicholas!" He gasped, eyes rolling back as something was broken inside of him, his mind flushed with pleasure.

Hyena straightened up, moaning as he looked at Jackal, a grin passing over the masked beast's face. “He was quite the fighter, but he has surrendered. Now, as I was saying. I am Hyena, I have claimed my host body. Today, I will stand as part of The Pack, all for our God Kalatpis."

All of the members of The Pack cheered their approval, Hyena stroking his cock several times, pleasuring his host underneath. The man beneath the mask gasped and moaned, his body now in constant pleasure, mind under a deluge of praise from Hyena. If any resistance lingered, it would be beaten down in a matter of hours, his body now property of The Pack. “Brothers, we have added to our ranks. We shall welcome them with food and sex," Jackal announced, grinning wide as they all cheered once more.

The food was unveiled, steaming piles of meat, fish, bottles of alcohol, desserts that would make the taste buds delight. They all tore in, hands lashing out, grabbing pieces of meat without need for forks or knives, just sheer carnal hunger. Hyena, Cobra, and Alligator by far were the most veracious. Their hosts were to be praised for submitting, and the new beings were loving their new experiences. It wasn't long before feasting turned to pleasure of the flesh, Hyena letting out a grunt as he felt a hand slide up his bare ass. “You look much better like this," Wolf said, growling as he pressed his cock up against Hyena's back.

“I agree," Hyena growled, bending over to allow Wolf access to his rear. The other man didn't need any more prompting, slamming his cock into Hyena's waiting ass. The room started to fill with grunts, growls, howls, squawks, and roars as they all fell into an enormous orgy. The hosts of each member of The Pack loving the sensations just as much as their owners, possibly even more so as their brains were soaked with pleasure.

Hyena was fucked several times, and likewise did the fucking, his cock never softening no matter how many times he came. His body was covered with sweat and cum, chest heaving as he laid in a pile with several other men, all of them reeking of sex. “All... for... Kalatpis..." he moaned, echoed by several others. Jackal grinning as he watched his men enjoy themselves, his own cock painfully erect, but he would not engage for the night. He had one member to punish, and that bird even now was strapped up in another room, his ass to be pounded intensely. “That concludes tonight's meeting. We shall meet once more next month, until then, you may enjoy yourselves. When you have finished, you may shower off, and leave."

***

Blinking several times dully, Nicholas sat behind the steering wheel of his car, back in his clothing that he'd been wearing before during his shift at work. His nipples ached, his ass was soaking wet, his cock hurt from how many times he'd cum. Even now, his pants were tented with his erection, body surging with pleasure. “I... uh... what...?" he grunted. He'd removed the mask, it was sitting in an ebony box perched on the seat next to him. The material had become less life-like the moment it had left his touch, his body feeling empty without its touch. “Am I... me again?" he mumbled.

“[i]No, you are mine, Nicholas. You have surrendered yourself, permanently. Whenever I need you, you will answer my call. We are members of The Pack, but there are times where you will need to walk about the regular world. You will always have me at your side.[/i]" Hyena's voice spoke directly into his head, Nicholas moaned as his cock quivered, the man's eyes glazing over for a moment as he felt the desire to put the mask back on. He was... nothing, he was a host, a vehicle for Hyena to wear. “[i]That's right, now return home. Once we're back, you shall return me to my rightful place. I have to get my body in shape, and we will also be exploring it in great detail.[/i]"

“Yes..." the host said, buckling himself up before driving away, heedless of much else but a deep seated excitement to return Hyena upon his head. Underneath his clothes, the golden mark remained, burning constantly, a reminder for him that he belonged to The Pack.