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“Where you ya at, boss?” Billy called from upstairs.

If you want control, lure him down here. If you show any fear, he will dominate you completely.

I placed the cock cage back into the display case before making my way upstairs, still completely naked. A strange emotion overtook me as I emerged from the basement. I wasn’t exactly turned on, and I wasn’t scared. In fact, I could have had a knife held to my throat at that moment, and I wouldn’t have cared. I was an Etch a Sketch that had been shaken clean.

“Right here,” I said, stepping out into the hallway before standing in front of the man. My voice reverberated along the bare, wooden walls and flooring, but it didn’t sound like me. The timbre was almost robotic in a way.

“Mmm,” Billy grunted. His eyes glowed yellow as a bit of drool snaked from the sides of his lips. He wiped it away with the back of his hairy arm before pinning me to the wall before I could lead him to the basement. I didn’t expect him to be so forceful so fast. “Ready for me, huh?”

“Uh, let’s go downstairs,” I said, the tone of my voice wavering as Billy snatched a handful of my hair, forcing his mouth against mine. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a warning. As unafraid as I was moments ago, feeling this man’s raw strength and power opened the floodgates of fear and doubt.

I knew what he would eventually turn into, and the knot in my stomach returned as I did exactly what the voice warned me not to do. This wasn’t good. His nostrils flared, the sounds of heavy sniffing interrupting the violent kiss, and as my heart raced faster, his glare turned to a sadistic grin.

“You’re not leadin’ me anywhere. You ain’t a boss. You’re my bitch.” Powerful hands grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to my knees in front of him. He then shoved my face into the hard bulge of his crotch, forcing me to inhale his strong scent. It was unlike any man I’d smelled before, and it made me feel even weaker. It made me fear him more.

He likely hadn’t bathed in days, but the odor didn’t repulse me. If anything, it made me breathe deeper and faster, my mind racing as it fought a losing battle with instinct. There was a growing part of me that wanted him to have his way. It wanted to submit and become his lesser mate. The almost animal-like thoughts scared the shit out of me even more as I battled it back.

Billy impatiently undid the buttons of his jeans before pulling down the zipper, revealing no underwear, just a thick patch of dark pubic hair and part of his veiny shaft. With one hand, he pulled it all the way out, releasing that monster as it swung in front of me, half-hard and too thick to fit all the way in my mouth. All the farmhands were probably all like this, way bigger than any of the men I’ve been with before, because they weren’t men. They weren’t human.

His cock was probably a good ten inches in length from pelvis to the tip, which was half-covered by a wrinkled hood of loose foreskin.

“Put it in yer mouth.”

Steeling myself, I again breathed in his musky scent and grabbed hold of the heavy shaft, my fingers barely able to get all the way around it. I pulled back the foreskin, revealing a precum-slick head as he got harder.

His fingers impatiently slipped in between locks of hair before snatching a handful, and with the other hand he held onto the base of his cock.

“Open wide, boss.”

“It’s not—”

The back of my head lightly thudded against the wall as the swollen glans of his pungent dick popped into my mouth, my jaws struggling to open wide enough to accommodate the intruder. I was gagged as clear, salty precum dribbled down my throat in steady pulses. He tried thrusting, but there were obvious limits to what he could with my mouth that made him even more frustrated, and he pulled back before lifting me from the floor by my hair.

“Turn around,” he demanded, the pitch of his voice much lower as his eyes burned yellow. Gray chest hair grew thicker as it poked from his half-unbuttoned flannel shirt. Billy’s canines grew larger, his mouth not able to conceal them anymore, and his ears slowly changed shape, the cartilage elongating to a tip that pointed upward before growing larger.

“This would be better if you just followed me downstairs,” I pleaded, hoping he would stop shifting. If he let the werewolf all the way out, I’d be completely helpless, probably unable to say anything to get him under control.

As I made a break for the basement, he caught my arm and shoved my face against the wall. His other hand held me by the back of the neck, pinning me to that spot as the warm, slick end of his dick slid between the cleft of my ass.

I was not prepared for him in the slightest, but what could I do? All I could see was the wooden pattern of the wall as fabric ripped and bones snapped behind me. The hand holding my neck in place turned to a rough sandpapery texture, the fingers growing longer until they could almost wrap all the way around my throat.

Short bristles of fur tickled my skin and his already huge cock began to get thicker and longer, the loose skin turning to wet, slippery flesh as it slowly pushed its way between my legs until the tip had grown past the underside of my balls. Hot breath panted against the bare skin of my back, the sound of it so much deeper.

He moved his hips until his cock pulled back enough to angle upward until it was aimed directly at what I clenched tight. The once broad glans didn’t feel the same. It was more pointed, narrow, and so slick—as if it was specifically designed to easily penetrate and breed even the tightest opening.

As much as I squeezed to keep him out, it didn’t matter. The tapered end of that monstrous appendage easily slipped the barrier, and before I could scream, he breached completely. His large hand covered my mouth as I yelped in pain, and he halted his advance after pushing himself only a few inches into me.

Warmth spread upward into my guts from all of the pre seminal fluid—and there was a lot. It made it easier for him to thrust a little more, each time going a little deeper, the near wrist thickness of his cock stretching me beyond what I’d ever experienced. The strange thing was, aside from an instinctual need to push him out, the pain vanished to a dull throb. I should have been reeling in agony, but it was almost as though someone had injected novocaine into every muscle and sphincter inside of me.

With faster thrusts, he pushed even more of himself inside, pressing the side of my face harder into the rough wooden wall. He wouldn’t let me go, not until he finished. The werewolf’s heavy pounding turned to violent jackhammering as he lost himself. Slobber roped onto the back of my neck as he groaned out snarls and growls of pleasure.

Don’t let him cum in you. Lure him to the dungeon.

The voice sounded desperate—almost afraid as it got louder.

Do something! Quickly!

What was I going to do? I couldn’t break away from him like this, but as my eyes wandered downward to his two giant, gray fur-covered feet, I got an idea. Using all my leg strength, I lifted my right foot and stomped down on his as hard as I could.

The werewolf let out a loud yelp before loosening his hold enough that I was able to break free. His cock slipped out of me with a wet plop as a torrent of slick precum poured from my ass, splashing the floor, the rest running down my inner thighs. I nearly slipped as I made a run for the end of the hall where the basement stairs were.

“Shouldn’t have done that, boss,” Billy shouted with a snarl as his heavy footsteps pounded the wooden floor after me.

Holding onto the railing for balance, I nearly jumped down the steps when I dodged a huge hand that nearly snatched me back up. However, I was able to evade enough to make it all the way into the basement. The upside-down pentagram on the wall now had thirteen unlit candles. There were three of them on each side arm, with one in the very center and nothing at the bottom point.

Take command of the beast! Quickly!

As Billy dashed down the stairs with a roar, I stood in the center of the room, wide-eyed as the huge werewolf barreled at me. He was a little smaller than Kane, but still huge compared to me in height and muscle. His cowboy hat remained firmly attached to his head, kept in place by the long wolf ears that had forced their way up through the holes during his transformation.

He didn’t bother looking around at his surroundings, keeping his crazed stare locked onto me.

“Stop!” I shouted, my voice trembling as he snatched me again. He didn’t even slow down as he forced my upper body into a bent-over position against the hanging leather sling as his wet cock slipped back into me. There was no resistance this time, as if my body gave into the beast. When I felt the fullness of his cock, a strange relief washed over me.

The whispering voice in my head came back, louder than before.

He can smell your fear, human. Do not let him cum in you or the consequences will be dire. Take control before it is too late.

There was a hard bulge at the base of his cock I could feel, and with every desperate thrust, he tried to stretch me enough to pop it in. Thankfully, I was still too tight for whatever that thing was to fit. But, if he kept fucking me with such ferocity, that wouldn’t be the case for much longer. The same primal and submissive desire from earlier wanted to let him finish. It wanted whatever that was to fill me.

I craved it…

His heady scent and the amazing texture of those veins in his swollen cock sliding against my prostate made me want to let it happen. Whatever that voice did to me kept me flaccid, but I knew that if the werewolf fucked all the way, I’d be able to cum. He’d be the one to make me cum, and I knew that was dangerous. Something inside me knew this couldn’t happen, but I didn’t want him to stop.

Your time is almost up.

I snapped back to my senses as the bulge slid halfway in causing me to flinch. One more thrust and it would all be over.

With the last bit of my strength, I pushed against him with my feet, swinging the suspended sling forward which caused him to slip all the way out of me again.

“Stop that,” he snapped, trying to stop me from standing, but it was too late. “I’m almost there. I gotta—”

“Stop,” I shouted, the tone of my voice a lot deeper than before. Every hair on the back of my neck stood straight, but it wasn’t out of fear. I was pissed.

Billy froze, locked in place as his glowing amber eyes began to change in color. They slowly darkened until his irises glowed a deep violet.

“Boss?” he whined, his tone a lot more docile than before.

_Very good. Now release him and he’ll be yours. _

“What?” I asked, looking over at the glowing pentagram.

Make him cum.

“But you said not to.”

_You have control now. Release him from his bonds. _

Billy was still locked in place by some invisible force, his cock rock hard and throbbing expectantly, but his now violet eyes were distant and blank. They were almost pleading in a way.

“What’s going to happen when I release him?”

The voice didn’t answer, and the uncertain feelings returned. Billy’s eyes began to shift color, and I knew I’d lose control if I didn’t push away the doubt. There was another way I could buy some time to figure this out.

I ran over to the display case and pulled out the cage I had held earlier before running back to the expectant werewolf. Feeling that surge of anger again, I gave him another loud command.

“Let me put this on you.”

The werewolf’s eyes darkened, and he nodded in agreement, his throbbing cock softening until it was limp enough for the bulge at the base to pop back into the sheath before the rest disappeared into him.

What are you doing?

“Whatever the hell I want.” I detached the silver cock ring from the device before popping each one of his massive balls through it, sliding the ring over the sheath with the lock end facing me. With the other hand, I slid the cage over where his dick was hiding, connecting the base before locking it firmly. “Alright, Billy. I’m ready for you.”

As if breaking free from a spell, the werewolf’s vision sharpened to a yellow glare, and he snatched me again but quickly let go with a whine.

“What is this?” he reached down, adjusting himself uncomfortably as the tapered red end of his wolf-like appendage tried to emerge, only to be rendered completely useless. “What did ya do, boss?”

“Do you want to cum?”

Billy’s ears folded against his head as he muttered a pathetic-sounding “yeah.”

“Then do what I say.” I looked over at the display case holding eleven more cages. There was one for every werewolf on the farm—except one.

_Creative. _

The tone of the demonic voice in my head turned to praise.

What will you do with this power?

Ignoring the question, I grinned at the excitement coursing through me as I pointed to the sling.

“Lay on your back. You’re not done working for the day.”

His irises darkened as he slowly made his way to the sturdy leather device before lying on it. I lifted one of his heavy legs before locking it into the hanging shackle on the chain that kept it secure to the ceiling. I repeated the same thing with the other leg until the huge monster lay helpless in front of me, exposed. There was nothing he could do.

So this was what Billy felt like only a few short minutes ago upstairs when he thought he could dominate me. The powerful endorphins of this position were more intoxicating than that momentary lapse in judgment earlier when I wanted him to take me all the way. Seeing such a huge beast reduced to this affected me in ways I never imagined.

It was like something unlocked inside.

I walked to the other case and grabbed a bottle of lube. There was no way to tell what kind it was because there were no markings on the container, but it was the slickest shit I’d ever used. I poured it into my right palm before smearing a generous amount all over Billy’s taint and tight asshole.

The werewolf moaned as one of my fingers sank into him while the other hand played with his balls, cupping just one at a time since they were too big to play all at once. It became clear as I looked at the squirming monster that these beasts were made for sex. Everything about them, from their smell to their hyper masculine appearance dripped with one real purpose.

Even his ass stretched easily to accommodate more fingers, so this kind of preparation was unnecessary.

_Answer me carefully. Do you want the role of master? _

“What happens if I say yes? What’s the catch?”

You can never be redeemed, and you can’t take it back.

“Why would I ever want to?” I asked, staring at the pentagram. “I want to be the master.”

A pain tore through me, like rolling flames. My arms and legs felt like they were being stretched as muscles slowly rippled to the surface, the flabby body fat melting away. My abdomen and chest joined in the growth as more muscle burned to the surface, bulging out in sickening tendon-ripping noises.

I locked my jaw and squeezed my eyes shut through the pain as my bones began to pop. My body was getting bigger, and I wondered if I had just agreed to become a beast like them. With a gasp, my eyes snapped open again in time to see my chest hair thicken, covering my bulging pecs.

The pain gave way to pleasure as my cock went from flaccid to erect before growing beyond what was normal. Veins throbbed and bulged as more blood filled the extra space.

With my slicked up hand, I stroked it, the appendage feeling hefty in my palm. Billy stared at me with those same pleading purple eyes as I pressed the much thicker head of my cock against the slippery, puckered flesh of his ass. Unlike me, he was not going to put up any protest. He would let me do whatever I wanted to him. Whenever I wanted.

An electric wave shot from my head to my feet as my engorged glossy tip sank into him. He tightened around me and whined out in pain, which made it feel even better. Inch after inch of this new cock speared him deeper, breaking down barriers I’d never felt in another man before. I was never lucky enough to be endowed with this much size, but this made me feel powerful. Dominant. Unstoppable.

I was the alpha in every erotic novel, only instead of having my way with limited and pathetic human beings, I commanded hulking monsters, using them for my pleasure. Billy snarled and whined under me as I ground my hips until I was all the way inside. I lay on top of him, wanting to lock my lips around his, but he was still too tall to reach.

What would his canine mouth feel like? I had to know.

I pulled all the way out and climbed on top of him, the unsteady sling strong enough to support my added weight. His lips were so different, black and thin, and his maw opened enough to let my tongue explore what he had. It slid against his much longer and thinner tongue, the slickness wrapped around, pushing in and out of my mouth. All he cared about was pleasing me, and the kiss that was once a warning turned soft and inviting.

Climbing backward again, my bare feet landed on the cold cement floor, and I fucked him again, the chains of the sling rattling with every squelching thrust. His cock oozed more precum than before as it dripped in thin strands from his locked-up sheath before soaking the fur on his stomach.

I was already close, my powerful thrusts much more erratic as I cried out with a final slam of my hips. It was like shooting a cannon ball into him as I pulled out and rammed again, releasing another more pent-up aggression until it melted into pure bliss. This lasted much longer than I’d ever experienced, and I lay exhausted against him for a moment as my spent cock pulsed one more time.

There was an overwhelming desire to taste the beast’s essence again, so I grabbed the slippery cage before sticking my tongue in between the bars, lapping at the painfully constrained tapered end of his cock. More clear liquid squirted out as my tongue slipped into his soft sheath, and I’d tease him like that a little more before finally pulling away.

Billy whined. The huge, sexually aggressive creature whined like a wolf with his foot caught in a trap.

“If you want to cum, you’ll do everything I tell you.” I unlatched his ankle shackles, letting his legs fall to the floor. Billy slowly stood up, his posture forward and submissive as he nodded in obedience. He was still a couple feet taller than me, despite my sudden growth spurt, but somehow, this made things even better. I was going to be their master. A human with all the power over them. “Mandatory employee meeting. Bring everyone except Kane to the dungeon tonight. Understand?”

Billy nodded before running up the stairs, his footsteps disappearing as the front door slammed shut behind him.

You can’t keep them all locked away indefinitely. They are creatures of hell, after all. They will eventually break free from your control if you do not give them what they desire as well.

“We’ll all get what we want tonight.”

What was happening to me? The pathetic loser I was with no job, no future, and no respect vanished just like that. If what I'd done meant I had sold my soul to hell, then it was worth it in the end. God had been dead for years. He was just as useless to me as all the prayers he never answered.

I would rather live in bliss and pleasure as a servant of hell than to suffer needlessly and die for heaven. God was about as impotent and useless in this world as Billy was in that cage.

Everything and everyone in this world was dead to me. I hated humanity. I hated everything, and I’d let all of it pour through me. Would I have the power to inflict tenfold what was inflicted upon me by every person responsible for what I’d gone through? I hoped so. Perhaps the fantasies of inflicting pain and suffering upon those I hated would come true.

If I was hell-bound anyways, why would I care? Empathy was for the weak. Decency held me back all my life, and now it was time to let the beast inside loose.

You will get everything you desire.

The reddish glow of the pentagram pulsed and hummed as I stood there in my new dungeon, waiting. There were so many wonderful things about myself to explore.

So many things…