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Mark was heading home from the gym and he was feeling good. He had every reason to feel good and his positive mood was reflected in his smile and confident stride.

He had a nice job as a photographer, he had the sweetest loving boyfriend, and it was his birthday. The day was going so well that he decided that he would follow through with the discussion he wanted to have with David.

When Mark got home, he saw his boyfriend's car in the driveway and coming inside, immediately spotted the flowers set aside for him on the kitchen table. The young man glanced at the card as we walked by but he didn't stop to smell them because he had other priorities on his mind.

Finding David in the living room, Mark kissed his distracted boyfriend on the forehead before joining him on the couch. David, who had more of a twink build compared to Mark's gym-shaped physique, could be a bit of a nerd sometimes and was seemingly lost inside yet another book.

"Heya, nerd," Mark said, purposely messing up David's hair.

David made a not-quite-laugh noise in the back of his throat and replied, "Heya, dork."

Mark tried to be patient while David finished up with his reading but soon grew impatient. He had something important to discuss and wanted to get into it before he lost his nerve.

Eventually he chose to interrupt his boyfriend's reading and say, "Hey, David? Can we talk about something?"

This caught David's attention and after a brief moment to mentally parse Mark's question, he looked up from his book.

"Uh-oh. A 'talk' is it? Is this a fun talk or a not-so-fun talk?"

Mark offered up his most winning, disarming smile and said, "I suppose that depends on your answer to my question. I definitely want this to be a fun talk."

"Question?" David asked, trying to sound patient but briefly glancing longingly at the book he'd been lost inside just moments earlier.

"Yeah... Well, I guess I'll just get right to it. You know we've been dating a while and today's my birthday and... I suppose I'm trying to say..."

"Ah! Got it. Sex. This is about birthday sex."

The way his twinky boyfriend phrased his reply, with the coy smile of his, made Mark blush for some reason. Why did the other man have to be so... weird about these things?

"Well... it's just that... we haven't yet. Had sex I mean. And for a while it was fine but... I mean, it's still fine! I'm not trying, ummm, pressure you or anything like that. But... fuck, I think I'm fucking this up. The words aren't coming out quite right."

"No no, I got you," David replied, finally closing the book and setting it aside. "You're horny and you're wondering why I've been putting you off so long. I'm sure you wondering why we haven't already had sex, when we seem to get along so well."

"I...-- Yes. I guess that's it. I really like you, David. And I'd like a chance to show you I like you with..."

"With your penis"

The two men both laughed at this, smiling fondly at each other.

"Yes, with my penis," Mark agreed. "Though, I was going to say cock."

"Hmmm, I've seen you in the shower. It's more of a penis."

"No. It's a cock. A manly cock. Thick and powerful. Very cock-like. Some would say, supremely cock-like."

"Or perhaps it's a perfectly acceptable, delightfully average penis. Very penis-y."

They broke into laughter again.

"See?" Mark continued on, after a moment. "We get along so well. So why haven't we had sex? Why do I feel there's this wall between us? That I can't just rip your close off and ravish you like you deserved to be ravished? On this, the most holy day of my birthday."

A faint pained expression came over David's face. And then he sighed softly. Mark said nothing, waiting for an answer.

After a long pause to choose his words, the more lithe man said, "I have a good reason for putting you off so long. But... it's going to be a tricky one to explain. Well, not to explain really. But for you to accept."

"...Okay?" Mark said, now thoroughly confused. "Why don't you try me, and we'll go from there."

"Mark... You're going to think this is a bad joke or I'm trying to prank you, but it's not and I'm not. The truth is, I'm a werewolf. Or rather, I transform into a werewolf. That isn't hyperbole. I'm talking about the whole werewolf package. Fur, fangs, claws, seven feet tall -- all that."

The photographer blinked. He glanced up the ceiling, then back over his shoulder as he avoided meeting David's gaze. But eventually he did speak up.

"...You're right. I'm having trouble believing that."

David just gave him one of those annoying, overly confident smiles.

"You won't have any problem believing it by the end of this conversation. That is, if you're up for continuing to discuss this. As it turns out, proving to someone that you're a werewolf is really quite easy. As long as you're not worried about giving them a heart attack."

"Can we chill it with the jokes for a moment?" Mark said, growing frustrated as his face showed that he was trying to sort this out.

"It's no joke. Heart attacks are a real concern when you can turn into a seven foot tall beast. Which, again, I can do. Because I'm a werewolf. I repeat that point a lot -- about me being a werewolf -- because... well, it's worth repeating."

Mark took a deep, calming breath and decided he could at least try to play along for the moment.

"Okay, let's just... assume that's true for a moment. What does this have to do with sex?"

"Ah. Yes, excellent question. So, the reason we haven't had sex yet is that 'passion' is one of the triggers for my transformation. And having sex with you is almost gauranteed to get quite... passionate."

"So, you're saying the reason we haven't had sex yet is because..."

"Yep. I'd turn into a werewolf right as we were starting to get it on. Which, if I didn't give you a fair warning, would be quite traumatizing for you. Just imagine going down on me and suddenly there's a werewolf cock in your mouth. Or imagine me going down on you and suddenly your very sensitive penis--"

"Cock," Mark reflexively interrupted to correct."

"-- Your very sensitive PENIS," David insisted with a grin, "is inside the giant toothy maw of a werewolf. Not fun for either of us when you piss yourself in fear. You know, inside my mouth. And not fun for me when you immediately break up with me."

"Okay. Well... That all makes sense. I guess? But..."

"But you still don't believe me," David said, still smiling. Though, now mostly with his eyes.

"...Sorry, David. I'm really trying here. But... It just sounds like something straight out of one of your books. You know?"

"I do understand. And I'd like to prove it to you, if you'll give me your permission."

"Permission? Why, because of the... werewolf danger?"

Mark looked every so slightly concerned, though he still seemed quite confident that this was a bunch of baloney.

"It's not dangerous. But I've been wanting to hook up with you for a while now and I'm quite horny for you, by this point. So when I transform you're going to have a seven foot tall, horny werewolf in front of you. If you want to get pointed about it, I guess I'm asking you if you're prepared to have sex with a literal werewolf. Because when I transform, sex with you will be pretty much the only thing on my mind."

Mark stared at David, processing this.

So the book nerd tried again.

"So to recap -- no, not dangerous. But horny. And a werewolf. A very erect, horny werewolf. Got it?"

"...Yeah," Mark said, flatly. His expression spoke of someone falling down the looking glass.

"So... Do I have your permission, Mark? Once I transform, you're going to have a very... excited werewolf on your hands. He's going to be taller than you. And much stronger. As in, could-throw-a-car stronger. And covered in fur. You know... like a werewolf."

Mark thought about the hypothetical, trying to take it seriously. Then he chose his words with great care.

"Okay, here's the deal. If you transform into a werewolf... I won't scream and run or anything like that. We'll even 'get it on'. I mean, why not? I've hooked up with hairy guys in the past. But David... you can't turn into a werewolf, because werewolves aren't real... So, I think you're maybe getting a little too lost in those books you like to read?"

But if David should have been insulted by that last bit, his exuberant face didn't show it. Instead, he seemed quite happy and thrilled.

"Mark, that's great! I'm so happy to hear you say that. You can imagine that as a werewolf, it's... difficult to get relationships to progress to this point. Much less convince people to actually try sleeping a giant anthropomorphic wolf. Alright, here we go. Remember: Please don't run out of the house screaming. It might look a bit scary at first, but you're not in any danger."

And with that said, the twink pulled off his shirt and pants, tossed his underwear to the floor, closed his eyes, leaned back, and started slowly jerking off right in front of Mark.

The larger man thought this casual strip tease was hot as hell but he also seemed quite confused.

"David? What are you doing?"

The naked twink didn't open his eyes as he continued to stroke, his member rapidly growing longer and firmer in his hand. But he did reply.

"One of the most reliable triggers is passion. So, I need to work myself up a little. I'm imagining you naked right now. That little in-the-shower tease you gave me, when you purposefully left the door open."

"Oh! Well, hell, David. No need to imagine anything. Here, watch this. Daddy-Mark is going to give you one of my patented strip teases," the jock said, finding himself getting in the mood despite the oddness of the situation.

Stepping in front of his already naked boyfriend, Mark began to gyrate to pretend music that wasn't playing, shifting his hips rhythmically as he held up his buff arms up into the air, stretching out his shirt.

Soon he was rubbing his own body and playing with his pants button, threatening to unfasten it just a few feet away from David whose eyes were now open and locked on Mark.

"Oh yeah... You're so fucking hot, Mark. Your muscles... Your face..."

The jock felt his cock surge to life at the praise. Just as David was watching him, he was in turn watching his boyfriend as the extremely cute twenty-six year old jerked off in front of him, now totally erect as his hand moved up and down his seven inch pole.

Mark smiled, mentally noting that he was a good bit longer and thicker than the twinks. The jock enjoyed the comparison as he had a bit of a competitive spirit in him. There was nothing wrong with enjoying victories wherever you found them, he thought.

"Do you want to see it...?" Mark asked, his fingers rubbing up and down on his zipper. His pants bulged obscenely at the crotch.

"Yes, please!" David said, very nearly begging.

"Then say it right. What do you want to see?"

David smiled at this, immediately picking up on the playful revenge.

"I want to see your cock!" David encouraged, not wishing to waste any time playing more word games.

"Close! But if you really want to see it you'll need to say, "I want to see your big, hairy cock, daddy. Come on babe... Prove you want this. Prove it and I'll tug this zipper down, just for you."

The panting twink hesitated just a moment before he gave in.

"I want to see your big, hairy cock, daddy. Please, Mark -- stop teasing me and just let me see it! I'm so close!"

Mark relented, slowly unzipping his pants to drag out the reveal and only pulling his underwear down to his thighs after his almost nine inch bulge was revealed.

And then, just like that, the jock's veined throbber was out in the open. And David's eyes were locked right on it and--- something began to happen.

For a moment, Mark's eyes and brain were extremely confused. It was like David's form began to... blur? In truth, no such reality distortion was taking place and the blurring was just an artifact of the jock's brain trying to make sense of what it was seeing.

The transformation seemed to occur both instantaneous while at the same time dragging out forever. Mark's hand stopped moving, cupped loosely around his erection as he stared at his boyfriend. His mouth hung open as he watched.

Before his eyes, twink became beast. His five-foot-five boyfriend grew to over seven feet tall. Muscles formed over muscles as David assumed the most intimidating physique Mark had ever seen on a person. Except it wasn't a person. It was a giant, bi-pedel wolf with dark brown fur. And hungry green eyes. Eyes that were staring directly at him. Hungry. Needy. Dominant.

Mark found himself on his knees, his legs having ceased making the effort to hold him upright. He placed a hand on the ground to support himself. His mouth moved but no words formed.

Then, without even realizing it or intending to do so, the half-undressed jock found himself pulling himself away, scooching away by inches until his back hit the television stand behind him.

"Where do you think you're going, small one?" a deep voice asked, sounding bemused yet still demanding an answer.

Mark stared at the wolf. No. At the werewolf. It had spoken. It somehow seemed surreal to see a wolf's muzzle form human words. And yet it had spoken.

"Too frightened to speak, child? No matter. Join me here on the couch. I have things I wish to discuss."

Again the jock's frozen body refused to move.

"Here. Now, Mark. Walk or crawl, I care not which. Though, I would recommend not forcing me to come fetch you. Werewolves are not dogs and we do not enjoy playing fetch."

It didn't sound like his boyfriend at all. Not the pitch nor the tone. Not even the choice of words. Everything about him was different. Mark forced himself to move and ungracefully made his way onto the couch, choosing to sit on the opposite side and keeping the maximum distance between himself and the seven foot tall creature.

If David-the-werewolf minded or even noticed, he gave no indication.

"Better. Now, let us speak. Or rather, I will speak and you will listen. But first, go ahead and strip out of the rest of those clothes for me. You won't be needing them and I will enjoy the sight of your pink, exposed flesh."

Mark, whose cock was now entirely flaccid and it swung and moved between his legs, did as he was instructed. For the moment he found it easier to obey than to argue with the furred giant who looked like he could bench press a small car.

"Good. I must say, you look very pretty, boy. I like how you've taken care of your body. You must be strong? By human standards. Which is to say, comically weak compared to me and my kind. But at least all those useless muscles make you pleasant to look at. Move your hands. I wish to see all of you, including your penis."

The jock realized that he'd been reflexively cupping his crotch. With a mental effort he moved his hands. At the same time he found his voice and reflexively replied, "It's a cock."

"No, Mark," the voice said, chuckling. "It's an amusingly fun-sized penis. Small and pink and entirely non-threatening. To help showcase the difference, here is an actual cock."

The werewolf used a clawed hand to gesture between his own muscular thighs. Mark's eyes could no longer ignore what lay there.

To the human's eyes, it looked less like a cock and more like a weapon. The werewolf's erect cock was massive in size and inhuman in shape. It looked like a big blunt, long rod roughly foot in length including the knot.

The whole package was bloated, angry red, and covered in prominent veins. Yet it somehow seemed smooth as if its surface was almost reflective. Part of Mark's brain thought that it looked like it was designed to fit into incredibly tight spaces only to then lock itself in place.

Now that he'd been forced to look at it, the human couldn't tear his eyes away.

"I see you understand. And I must say, I'm enjoying the look in your eyes. Fear... fascination... disgust... intrigue. And do I detect a hint of hunger? I would imagine no one has ever looked at your thing the way you're looking at mine right now. Would you care to have a taste?"

Mark's eyes were wide and he was panting heavily despite having barely moved at all.

"I--- I don't think...," the naked human stammered and trailed off.

"Apologies -- I phrased it like a question but it wasn't intended to actually be one. Allow me to be clearer. Come over here and take my cock into your mouth."

The jock's expression indicated he thought he might be dreaming. That this couldn't be real. And yet it very much was. This was indisputably, undeniably real.

"No-- I... I can't. It's not... it's not human," Mark mumbled, still staring at the glistening foot-long pole.

"True," the wolf said, "But irrelevant. Regardless of how it looks or how disgusting you may find the sight of it -- or the taste for that matter -- you will still be taking it into your mouth. I wish to feel your tongue. Your lips. And yes, very soon your throat."

Mark's panting grew harsher. He looked as though he were fighting off some sort of panic attack.

"...David would never do that," was all he could think to say.

"Do I sound like David?"

And suddenly a situation which seemed to make very little sense was made even fuzzier.

"W-what?" Mark demanded, his tone incredibly confused. "But I thought... Aren't you the same person?"

"You think I'm in the mood to give you a scientific explanation on werewolf transformations? Perhaps one day, but certainly not right now. Now, kneel on the ground before me and do as you've been told. I grow impatient with waiting."

Mark didn't move. Instead he said,"...It's too big."

"Having had ample experience with reluctant human mouths before, I respectfully disagree. But even if you're right, it doesn't matter. You have five seconds to make it fit. You will not enjoy what happens to you should my count reach zero."

The werewolf did not give Mark much time to consider but instead began to immediately count down.

"Five..."

"Four..."

"Three..."

For a moment it looked like Mark would refuse to obey. But something about how the werewolf's long tongue licked his lips in apparent hunger when he reached 'three' made the human's prideful conviction fail him.

Begrudgingly he slid off the couch and approached the massive beast from the front. The jock gulped as the veined canine shaft filled his vision as he stopped between the wolf's spread legs.

The werewolf waited a beat and then continued with, "Two..."

Mark looked up at the werewolf, his face nearly pleading. But the wolf's expression was not one of patience and mercy. The naked human looked back down at the cock, made a frustrated sound, opened his mouth and... leaned forward.

And just like that, Mark was a cocksucker to an actual, real, live werewolf. The jock was once again harshly reminded at how inhuman the pole was. Everything was different. Its shape, texture, size, flavor. Just... everything. Even the smells were different as the subtle, almost spiced-cologne like scent of the werewolf's fur filled his nose.

The jock made an unhappy face around the wolf dick but he did not pull off. Instead he made a sound between a groan and a grunt of frustration.

"Good bitch. See? You can be taught. That's your new station, by the way. I've decided that, starting today, you're my little human bitch. I hope you're enjoying the taste of werewolf cock because there's going to be much more of this in the future for you."

Hearing this outrageous statement, Mark tried to pull off the member to defend his honor... only to find an immovable werewolf hand behind his head, holding him down and in place. And not merely in place but pulling him forward. The jock grunted as two more inches of slickened wolf cock were forced into his mouth.

"Is this the best you can do? You're truly pathetic at pleasing males, do you know that? Simply awful. But don't worry, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be a pro at sucking off werewolf dicks."

"HmmMmm!?" Mark grunted and mumbled in response to this.

"Yes. Dicks. Plural. I have some fellow werewolf you'll be taking care of too. And no, I'm not asking. Me and the rest of my pack will make sure you get lots of... let's call it 'oral practice'. Which I can already tell you are very much in need of."

The werewolf looked down at the grumpy jock, frowned at the human, and then grabbed and twisted his ear. Mark made a pained noise around the wide pole stretching his mouth.

"What part of providing a proper blowjob is confusing to you? Move your head. Make me feel your outstretched tongue. Get into a rhythm and take me deeper. Pretend that you find wolf meat delicious and it is your fondest desire to impress me. Because it is critical to your continued health and well-being that you do just that. Impress me, bitch. Work my meat as though your entire future depends upon it."

And so the human began to actually get to work. He moved cautiously at first but with more of what could be mistaken for enthusiasm as he grew used to the chore. And it most certainly was a bit of a chore.

The werewolf's member was too large to fit comfortably in Mark's mouth and yet the beast had made it clear that he wouldn't be let up until his service was complete. And yet, the werewolf who claimed he was not David didn't appear to be anywhere close to cumming. He didn't even look like he was enjoying himself all that much.

It was both frustrating and humiliating for Mark to not only be stuck giving a blowjob to a non-human, but also to doing an apparently awful job of it. Not to mention, there was little prospect of substantially improving within the next few minutes.

His jaw was already hurting, the werewolf's member was barely even responding to his increasingly fatigued mouth, and the awkwardly quiet seconds kept ticking by. Mark could feel the werewolf's harsh, critiquing eyes upon him as he moved his mouth up and down the too-thick stalk.

Mark felt incompetent and useless. Not to mention trapped.

He looked up in aggravation and the werewolf's green eyes met his gaze. The jock's face burned in shame and frustration. He worked his tongue back and forth harder on the tip of the wolf's cock, practically begging it to cum.

"What troubles you, bitch? Not delighted by the prospect of servicing your superiors? It matters not. When a human pleasures a werewolf, the human's enjoyment is not the focus. Actually, it is best when the human bitch providing the blowjob is not distractingly aroused. That way they can apply proper technique to the wolf dick breeding their throat. That is, of course, assuming it is the human's throat which is being bred."

Mark didn't care for all this talk of 'throat breeding'. It didn't even sound physically possible, given that just the first few inches of the werewolf's cock seemed to take up most of the space in his mouth.

"Though, I should note that you'll need to give every appearance that you're fully enjoying yourself -- whether or not that is true. You'll be taught to moan and sigh in contentment, even as your toes clench in discomfort.. You will smile and look up with worshipful eyes. This is all part and parcel of providing proper service. The truth will be a touch harsher than this pretense. Werewolves can be quite aggressive while mating and there will always be an unavoidable element of discomfort in being made to accommodate our sizable cocks. As I'm sure you're already beginning to understand."

Mark pushed on the werewolves thighs for a moment, managed to pull himself off the bestial pole with a wet pop and said, "Enough! You're not even enjoying this. I'm not going to sit here and--"

The hand moved so fast that the human heard the slap before he saw. And then, just a second later, he felt it. Pain radiated from his cheek. And the unexpected nature of the pain made it all the worse. His eyes water as his words halted. It took him another moment to realize he'd been slapped.

He couldn't believe it. David had... hit him?

"I will decide when it is enough. And it is not your place to speak on my behalf or say what does and does not bring me enjoyment. Return to the task I've set before you and this time, try harder."

Mark seemed startled and confused and, seeing this, the werewolf sighed in disappointment. He began instructing the jock as though the human were a particularly dim pupil.

"Since you seem to be struggling, I will provide you with some tips. First, press through the discomfort and push yourself further down. You should be thinking in inches -- not centimeters. Also, pick up the pace. Imagine your mouth as a toy for my pleasure and fuck your toy-mouth against my cock. Most importantly, you will never improve as long as your only goal is to make me cum as quickly as possible."

Mark looked hurt by both the slap and the cruel words but he did force himself to resume his crucible upon the beast's unfalteringly erect shaft. It began to occur to him that this blowjob might not actually end until he began following instructions. That the werewolf was using this blowjob to make a point or train him. Which didn't make those instructions any easier to accomplish or accept.

"Better. You're beginning to understand that my pleasure takes priority over your comfort. But remember: You must always remain appropriately worshipful while serving. Resentful eyes will only result in behavioral corrections for you in the days to come. Paying proper respect is a critical aspect of werewolf culture. Based on station within the hierarchy, of course. For example, I'm paying your station respect by permitting you the honor of sucking on my superior cock. It is quite the privilege, is it not?"

The jock's eyes were sullen and he knew probably more than a little resentful. The werewolf wasn't having it.

"What is it, small one? Do you find it difficult to imagine yourself serving an entire clan of sentient, seven foot tall wolves? Seeing to our collective and individual needs, day after day?"

Mark ignored him. He knew the beast wasn't really looking for an answer. He forced himself to take another half inch of the beast's smooth red cock. If he didn't make the creature cum soon he might run out of steam and then he'd really be in trouble.

"Do not fret if you cannot yet envision this. In time you will see the truth of my words. That, no matter how much pride they possess, humans can be taught to obey. In the end, you will become our loyal, smiling, slutty human. Always friendly, mouth full of praise for your betters. Always dressed in enticing, revealing clothes. Always... available."

Suddenly, and unexpectedly, the werewolf moaned.

"Yes! Do that again with your tongue. See? You're slowly learning. Good bitch!"

Mark did as he was bid and suddenly found his mouth filled with a strong taste. For a second he thought he'd actually managed to make the werewolf cum but... no. This was a discharge of precum. A large gush of precum that leaked out steadily, forcing him to swallow as the taste washed over his tongue.

"You're improving. If, admittedly, in tiny ways. You will continue on like this, but more forceful. More passionate. Remember that your comfort is a non-factor. Go down faster and harder. It's fine if you strain yourself. There's little risk of permanent harm."

Then the wolf reached over, grabbed his smartphone from David's discarded pants, and started messing with the too-tiny phone while Mark tried to milk an orgasm out of the stubborn dog-like cock.

At first the jock thought the werewolf was doing something mundane like checking email or the weather. But when moaning started coming from the phone Mark realized the creature who claimed he was not David was instead watching porn.

This was all getting to be a bit much for the human. Giving the giant brown-furred beast a blowjob while being ignored? With the werewolf's attention entirely focused on streaming porn? Serving as nothing more as a sex toy for the beast. A boring fleshlight, not even worth focusing on or getting excited about. It was profoundly, deeply humiliating. But he wasn't really in a position to argue.

What was worse was that the werewolf was clearly getting into it. The rod in Mark's mouth began to twitch and throb in time with the moans, gasps, and other lewd noises. And that's when the jock realized... the werewolf had given up on getting off using him. The beast was using porn to get himself off and that meant that the jock was just there to... catch the mess.

Mark actually cried then. Not from pain but from shame. This had to be the lowest point in his life. He wasn't a werewolf's lover. It was debatable whether he was even a werewolf's sex toy. Had he fallen so low? To be forced to serve as a werewolf's... what? His condom? Was his mouth just a convenient place for the beast to spill his seed?"

And the worst part? He was hard. All eight plus inches of his human cock throbbed between the werewolf's knees. Being completely dehumanized like this was working for him. Having all agency stripped away from him... Having zero power or control....

It was freeing. And it was erotic, in a demeaning sort of way. After all, the thing wasn't even human. But it was the strongest, biggest male he'd ever seen and it was actively using his mouth as little more than a cock sleeve. It hadn't asked. It had taken. Mark had never been sexually dominated like this before and despite his intense worries and frustrations, he could not deny the powerful thrill which ran down his spine.

Mark stopped to truly look at the beast for the first time. To just let his mind sit with the fact that there was a seven tall furry monster sitting in his living room like it owned the place. And who was to say it didn't? The human certainly wasn't in a position to argue the point. It was a werewolf. David, his boyfriend, was a werewolf. And the unbelievably strong, muscular werewolf was using him like a cheap sex toy.

The wolf's sudden growling brought Mark back into the moment. The low, threatening sound made him whimper around the member stretching his jaw wide.

"Oh fuck yeah. This is the best part," the creature huffed out, his emerald eyes fixed on the small phone in his hand. "Fuuuuuck, I'm about to cum! Swallow, bitch! Swallow my wolf cum!"

The beast growled so loudly as he got off that Mark was suddenly terrified that one of the neighbors might get curious and peek through their window. But there was no helping it. All Mark could do was swallow as much as he could as fast as he could as the unit crammed between his lips began to throb and spew.

And there was so much of it. It was thick and creamy and had a strong flavor. Not to mention, it was almost certainly fertile. Which didn't mean much in practical terms but it did mean that the beast was quite literally breeding his face.

Mark's cock twitched in time with the werewolf's pulses at the fresh humiliation.

"Keep licking me, you idiot human! Lick! Extend my pleasure, you limp-dicked slut."

Except the limp-dick insult wasn't remotely true. Mark's cock bobbed and wobbled, untouched between his legs. He was hard as steel. Harder than he'd ever been in his life. And the fact that he was so hard shamed him further still. Which made his dick twitch and drip even more.

The creature's words cut off as its sounds devolved into grunts, growls, and partially enunciated curse words. Mark thought that perhaps he'd never swallowed so much cum in his entire life. This singular werewolf orgasm was mightier and more plentiful than all the rest of his past lovers put together.

Finally, and mercifully, it ended.

The beast finally looked down away from its phone and said, "You better have not made a mess you useless bi-- Oh," the werewolf cut off, as though surprised. "You actually swallowed it all. It would be a stretch to describe the feat as impressive. But it may well be the first useful thing you've done in your entire life, little human."

Was... that supposed to be a compliment? With the werewolf's still-dripping cock lodged firmly on top of his tongue and between his lips, Mark could only look back up in tired silence.

"Rub my balls, whore. Let them know that you feel privileged to accept the sustenance they honored you with. Encourage them to produce more with your soft fingers, so that you might be honored again soon."

Mark looked up to see if the werewolf was joking but a quick glance as the beast's steely expression convinced him the creature was deadly serious.

With great hesitation and more than a little embarrassment, the human brought his hands up and began to fondle the werewolf's heavy sack. Partially covered in fur, it felt warm and leathery in his hands. He could feel the balls shift and move on their thick cords within the sack and Mark realized this was because they were still very much active.

The werewolf's cock, which had not yet even begun to shrink, was still dripping a steady stream of semen into his mouth. Mark felt the balls squirm and shift in his hand only to be forced to gulp down fresh fluid moments after.

"I said rub them -- not cup them. Worship my balls with your hands. Praise them with your gentle attention. Feel their size and power. Become familiar with them. Learn every intimate detail of my body, human, so that you may better please me."

Mark saw that the beast had finally sat down the phone and was staring directly at him. The man blushed at the sudden, intense attention while he performed such a humiliating task. The werewolf watched him work, the wolf's face unreadable as the jock's hands stroked, hefted, rubbed and massaged.

"Passable," the werewolf eventually said, when he'd had enough. "I'm closing my eyes for a moment to rest. Still your mouth and hands and do not move. I give you permission to savor my taste in silence."

And then the seven foot tall creature proceeded to do exactly that. With Mark still stuck in place, periodically swallowing the dregs that continued to drip over his tongue. His hands were stuck in place, awkwardly cupping the huge sack upon his cupped palms as though his hands were a pillow for the pair of uneven orbs to rest and recover upon.

Minutes went by and the beast's erection began to ever so slowly shrink and soften. With the jock's point of view firmly pinned between the werewolf's thighs, he had a front row seat as the creature's knot deflated glacially slow, centimeter by centimeter.

To the human's ever growing sense of shame, the first coherent thought which managed to pop into his brain was the primal question, "...If I moved carefully...could I jerk off without waking the beast?"

But such a foolish idea was clearly impossible. He was certain that even the slightest shift in position would immediately rouse the beast. And he knew that the punishment which followed was likely to be swift and extremely unpleasant.

Instead, the thought which eventually captured his attention was a simple one.

"So... What happens next?"

It occurred to Mark that this was his birthday and yet he was trapped on the floor, in his own living room, kneeling between a supposedly story-book monster's legs. A monster who looked to be asleep and who might remain asleep for hours longer, indefinitely extending his increasingly cramped detention.

Was this really how his birthday was going to be spent? As a cock-warmer for a napping werewolf? Enough time had passed that the human was no longer achingly aroused. Now he was just tired, sore, and feeling more than a little pathetic.

He could feel his soft cock dangling uselessly between his thighs. Mark had used to be so proud of it. It's size and shape and how it commanded attention in the bedroom. The jock didn't feel that way anymore.

Compared to the werewolf's hyper-masculine package, the human now thought his once-mighty package was weak and pathetic. And yet... It was these thoughts that started to make Mark's member once again come to life.

Soon it was hard as a flag pole and the jock's debasement was complete. The jock was forced to compare it against the meat which still resided between his numbingly sore jaws. And yet his unit twitched as though it enjoyed coming in at a very distant second place.

Finally, something happened which distracted the jock from his erotically-charged self-pity.

The werewolf began to... transform! Brown fur receded and muscle mass fell away as the beast became... David! Blessed David! David was back!

For a moment the jock was still too fearful to move but after a few more seconds he saw that the transformation was complete... And that he had a very human cock in his mouth, flaccid and soft. It seemed so tiny and weak compared to the werewolf's jaw-stretching unit.

"David!" Mark nearly shouted, pulling his aching mouth off the limp, wet appendage.

The five and a half foot tall twink startled awake, confused.

"Huh? What?" the far more lithe man asked.

"You're back!" the boyfriend shouted, internally cringing at the desperate joy he heard in his own voice.

"I am? Oh. Yeah. I suppose I am. I'm remembering now. You wanted proof that I'm a werewolf. And it sounds like you got it."

"...Ummm, yeah," was all Mark could immediately think to say to such a profound understatement. "I did."

"So?" David asked, smiling in his usual naïve, good natured way. "What did you think?"

"What... What do I think?"

"Yeah," the twink repeated, his tone indicating that he understood if Mark might still be a bit frazzled by the whole experience.

"That... is a hell of a question. Don't you remember anything?"

"That's not quite how it works. I remember... some? I remember we had sex? I think? I remember it feeling... really, really good."

"Wow. Talk about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."

"Who and who?" David inquired, cocking his head at the names.

"You never read it? It's a book."

"I don't believe so?" the twink said, unsure.

"Nevermind then. So... are you going to transform every time you get horny or?"

"Well, it happens when I get aroused enough. Or rather, that's one of the triggers. So, like I don't always transform when I'm jerking off. But sometimes I do. But being with you... What can I say? You turn me on."

"And, just to confirm... you've never like... eaten anyone as a werewolf?"

"What? Oh, god no. Definitely not. After all, you clearly weren't eaten, were you?"

Mark ignored the playful retort. He was not in an especially jovial mood at the moment.

"And have you ever, I dunno, punched anyone or hurt anyone as a werewolf? Maybe slapped them?"

"Absolutely not. Never."

And that's when the jock's face turned pale as though his heart had turned to ice.

"Oh. Okay," was all Mark could say in response. David had just lied to him.

"Why are you asking? Mark, is everything okay? I know this is a lot to take in...," the skinny nerd inquired, his voice full of worry.

"It's just that... you sound so certain. But, you don't really remember anything, do you?"

"I remember some things," David replied, a touch defensively. "I remember your... mouth. How warm and wet and good it felt. I remember cumming. The sensation of my balls pulling up and that wonderful release of pressure. But these are more like... impressions? Rather than firm memories, I mean."

Mark just nodded dumbly as he stared past David into the middle distance.

"Maybe you can fill in the gaps for me?" his boyfriend pressed. "The... juicy details, as it were? I mean... you and I hooked up. Birthday sex! Just like you wanted."

The words 'just like you wanted' echoed in Mark's mind.

"You were very... demanding. As a werewolf," he said, picking his words with care.

"Oh yeah? Is that... bad?"

Mark decided it was best not to provide a direct answer to that question.

"It was... intense. And its cock--"

"You mean my cock?" David corrected.

"...Yeah. Your cock was... animal-like. Big. And beastly. It was red all over and almost shiny? It wasn't like a human's at all."

"Well, you saw my whole body transform. You thought my cock would stay the same? That probably would have looked really goofy. I'm trying not to laugh at the thought of my seven inch cock dangling between my werewolf form's hulking body."

"I don't know what I expected. I mean, I didn't expect any of this. I didn't even believe you at first. But... David," Mark said, rushing the words out before coming to a pause.

"...Yes?" his boyfriend asked, wanting to hear what Mark had to say.

Mark decided to finally say it. To press the point.

"David... You made me go down on you. You forced your cock into my mouth and made me suck you off!"

The twink's eyebrows knotted as he considered the words.

"Mark, I might have gotten a bit forward, being as horny and worked up as I was. But I definitely wouldn't have--"

But the still naked jock refused to be gaslighted. He interrupted to continue his half-explanation, half-accusation.

"No, David! You explicitly told me that you were training me to be your bitch. That I was going to be your personal cock-slut and service your whole pack of werewolves! You made fun of me and called my cock small! You-- you belittled me the entire time you forced me to suck you! You treated me like a damn sex toy while you ignored me and watched porn and--- David? David?!"

The twink was breathing hard, face looking a flushed shade of pink as Mark tried to figure out what was going on.

And then he saw his boyfriend's erection, fully hard and twitching like it was threatening to cum. Mark realized that David wasn't in pain but rather painfully aroused.

His erotically charged words had gotten David worked up and... Oh no! No no no!

"David? David, no! No, don't transform! David, please, please stay with me! You can't-- I can't-- Pleeeeease David!"

But it was too late. Mark could only look on helplessly as the same transformation he witnessed earlier got underway. In the blink of an eye, a wall of brown fur and muscles stood before him where David had sat just a moment ago.

The creature's sharp green eyes stared at him for a long moment. And then it spoke.

"Hey there, bitch. Ready for round two?"

"No! You can't be serious!" Mark shouted, half in denial and half as a desperate plea.

"It wasn't really a question. Hmmm... David really likes the cute-but-stupid ones, doesn't he?"

Mark could only blink in response. He felt so... defeated.

"Please, David! We just-- I just--!"

"Oh? You're worried I might not be able to get it up? How adorable of you. Your concern for me is touching. Allow me to enlighten you about werewolf healing factor. I could fuck you all day and not break a sweat."

Mark didn't know what to say to that. So he just tried his simple, straightforward plea again.

"David... Plea--"

"Who do you think you're talking to, idiot human? You think David is here? You think David can hear you? Or save you? David fed you to me, fool. He led you to my feet, like a lamb to the slaughter. But I'm not going to eat you, silly weak human. In fact, I'm going to insist that you eat me. Again... and again... and again."

As the werewolf said this, he waved his red, turgid cock meat in Mark's direction as if silently bidding the man to come take a lick.

"My jaw..." Mark began to try to explain, rather pathetically.

"Yes, yes," the werewolf cut in, already sounding bored at the predictable complaint. "You humans are always tired. Or sore. Or your jaw is achy. Or you have a headache. Or, or, or. It's always something with you pink things. So let me make myself fully, unambiguously clear on this point. Quite simply, I don't care. Understand? Your tired, achy jaw is your problem. Just like, making sure your mouth is properly trained to please werewolves like myself is my problem."

The last blowjob had been so taxing... so demeaning and humiliating, Mark wasn't sure he could get through another without giving up or breaking down.

He tried one more time to speak to the werewolf's better nature.

"David wouldn't do this--"

In a motion faster than the human eye could hope to follow, the massive werewolf closed the distance between the two of them and slammed his fist into the jock's unexpecting stomach.

Awful, nauseating pain radiated from the human's stomach as he felt over onto the carpet, clutching his belly as he coughed and heaved.

"David wouldn't punch you in the stomach, causing you to writhe on the floor as you try not to piss and vomit yourself? Then I must not be David. I'm so glad to have been here for this revelation of yours. Any more epiphanies you'd like to have before we move on to the sex?"

Words like 'danger!' and 'extreme risk!' began to flash in Mark's mind. He was slowly coming to the harsh and unpleasant understanding that the werewolf wasn't in the mood to be negotiated with. That no matter what he said or how he phrased his pleas, it wouldn't matter.

The beast had made its position as clear as glass. The human could obey or the human could suffer. That's what Mark realized as he struggled to recover and catch his breath.

As the jock slowly recovered, it took him a minute or two to realize that the beast was no longer towering over him but was instead leaning against the far wall, making a call.

A call? Mark wondered. Who would a werewolf be calling?

And that's when the human grew increasingly nervous. He strained to listen, trying to pick up the werewolf's half of the conversation.

"Aye, yeah. If you are available. I'll text you the address," the beast said, facing away from the staring, horrified human who was still half-crumpled on the floor.

The conversation continued with a brief pause, followed by the brown furred creature chuckling darkly.

"And ruin the surprise? Okay, okay. Fine, don't bark my ear off. I got a bitch over here in need of training. I thought you might want to help with that."

Mark's world began to collapse around him. He didn't think he could have felt any more powerless but... He hadn't even been able to deal with one werewolf. How was he supposed to handle two?!

"Oh, are they? Sure, then. Bring them along. The more the merrier. We'll make a weekend out of it."

The human couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'Them'? As in, more than one? How many werewolves were coming to invade the sanctity of his house? There was no universe where this ended up going well for him.

The werewolf ended the call and turned around. Then he flashed a predatory, tooth-filled grin at Mark and said, "Good news, bitch. Some of my werewolf buddies are headed this way and they're eager to meet you. Hope you don't mind that we're all crashing your pad like this."

Mark didn't know what to say. He wanted to speak up for himself. To defend his home and his honor. But... that had consistently gone poorly for him.

What if... What if he tried a different approach?

"I would be... honored, sir. Your... friends are my friends."

The werewolf blinked in surprise. Then his grin grew even wider.

"I see someone is starting to learn. Now you're getting it. Good girl. Good, good girl. And tell me... How are you going to treat my friends?"

Mark gulped, trying to wet his dry throat which was clenching in fear.

"Very well, sir. I'm looking forward to... playing host."

"Are you sure? My friends can be a very rowdy group. There's going to be several big wolves, sitting on your furniture... eating your food... shoving their thick canine cocks in your face. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to turn them away at the door?"

Mark wasn't nearly as stupid as the werewolf accused him of being. He knew in his bones that not one of them would give a shit what his opinion on the subject was.

"I... Of course not, sir. I'm... excited to meet your friends. And how many will be joining us?" the sweating jock asked, trying to get a sense of just how fucked he was.

"More than enough to keep you busy. You'll find out soon. They are just fifteen minutes or so out. And I must say, what a polite and respectful tongue you've suddenly found. But one is forced to wonder whether such an abrupt and drastic change is indeed genuine."

The werewolf's green eyed gaze was so intense that Mark thought the beast might be able to see right through him. He wanted to say something but couldn't trust his voice to remain steady. It took everything he had just to maintain eye contact with the beast.

The creature who insisted he was absolutely not David seemed to consider the situation, his clawed hand rubbing his furred chin thoughtfully.

"I know... Why don't we test you? To see if your sudden change of heart is true... or only a passing whimsy. Play with yourself while I watch. And move your body. Do your best to amuse me. And do not dirty the carpet with your cum, human."

Mark was tired of being slapped around. If a little dirty dancing was what required to get the hyper-dominant werewolf to lay off...

The human's gym-shaped muscles flexed and rippled as he took the time he needed to find his groove as he danced in place for the beast. He took his half-hard member into his right hand and made a show of gratuitously playing with himself while the emerald eyes on the other side of the room took in the sight.

"Yes, dance for me, play thing. Use your free hand to play with your nipples. Pinch and twist them. Don't be gentle. Savage your tits with your fingers."

The jock did as he was told. His pert nipples complained bitterly to him as he squeezed and yanked them. But the intense pleasure coming from his self-manipulation of his now fully formed erection helped offset the discomfort as pain and pleasure combined.

He knew he was having an effect on the wolf because of the hungry expression on its muzzle and being of the monstrous erection that was pointing at him like a missile, moving in place as the creature shifted its weight on its paws.

"Now, gyrate your hips and moan. Act like the slut you are."

Mark bit his lip in frustrated shame but after a brief delay, did as he was told. Dirty dancing became something far more lewd as he thrust and swung his hips while he softly moaned.

The human waited for new orders as he danced and masturbated, but nothing else was said as the seconds ticked on, slowly turning to minutes.

As pent up as he was, it didn't take the photographer long to notice he was approaching the point of no return. Recalling the explicit instructions not to 'dirty the carpet' by shooting, Mark realized he had a problem.

"Sir...," he stammered, between moans. "I'm going to cu--"

"Don't," the beast said simply, with his powerful, commanding voice.

"...Th-then I need to stop jerking--"

"No" the creature said, his tone one of finality and dictatorial control.

Mark was stuck. He couldn't stop jerking off and he couldn't cum. But these were mutually exclusive orders and something was going to have to give soon.

"Sir, please!" he tried again, growing desperate as his hand began to slow down.

"Get that fucking hand moving or I'm going to pick your own belt up off the floor and swing it right into those over-ripe grapes of yours."

The human felt panicked tears began to form in his eyes as his balls began to tense up, drawing close to his body in preparation for the inevitable relief.

Desperation made his sound strained as he whined, "P-please! I can't hold back any longer!"

"Tell me that you're a whore for werewolves. Convince me you will treat my boys right and I will let you stop."

With zero time to waste as his balls threatened him with the imminent, intense pleasure which would bring the beast's wrath down upon him, Mark threw himself into the task.

"Mister werewolf -- I can't wait to meet your friends. I can't wait to meet their cocks. I'm sure they're all big and strong and handsome, like you. I'm going to make them feel so good. I'm going to get sexy for them. I'll do whatever they want. Be their whore! I'll be good to them! I'll suck them and compliment them and-- oh, oh fuck--!"

"Stop," the werewolf commanded, both calm and confident as if it were a given that he would be obeyed.

Mark ripped his hand away from his tender, teased unit. Just in time.

Thighs quivering, the jock's breaths came out in shuddering pants his balls protested while he fought to keep himself from tipping over into messy release. For a few seconds Mark was sure he was going to lose the fight -- to squirt his ruined orgasm right in front of the no-tolerance werewolf who would then punish his already sore balls with his own discarded belt.

But Mark got himself under control... if just barely.

"Good. It pleases me to see you aren't a complete lost cause when it comes to following instructions. At least, as long as you're properly motivated to obey."

The human said nothing, gulping dry air as he tried to get his overheated penis and body back under his control.

"I'm going to take a shower," the beast announced, making a show of setting his phone so that it was recording and propping it up against the lamp so that it was pointing directly towards the human. "Keep dancing and playing with yourself. If you stop, cum, or go soft, I'm going to punish you. More specifically, I'm going to punish those balls you seem so overly concerned for. Understand, small one?"

"Yes, sir," Mark said, his voice coming up ragged as he tried not to panic at the thought of the other wolves on their way. "But, what if they arrive and--"

"Not if. When," the beast corrected. "They'll be arriving in just a few minutes. And now you're ready to greet them with some free entertainment. And when they see you, naked and alone, dancing and touching yourself for their amusement, they'll know exactly what you are. Which is what? Say it again."

"...A whore for werewolves," the jock said, his defeated voice sounding distant and strange to his own ears.

"Keep repeating that to yourself in your head. It will make it easier to accept what is to come."

And with that, the werewolf left David's boyfriend alone to dance in for the camera.

There was no music or sound, other than the distant humm of the refrigerator and the agitated rhythm of his own breathing. For the first time during his birthday his cock was finally getting some attention. But rather than a birthday blowjob, it was his own hand working to keep himself hard for the camera as he danced alone.

Mark believed the werewolf's threat. If he stopped or put on some clothes and ran, he would be punished. Hell, maybe all the werewolves would take turns punishing him.

That thought almost made him cum again. The jock had to rip his hand away from his member to stave off the orgasm which had threatened to overtake him while he wasn't paying attention. He looked down at his own desperate erection, shock and unspoken accusation on his face.

Did he really just almost jizz himself at the thought of a werewolf pack taking turns punishing him? Their powerful arms holding him down... each of them taking turns swatting his reddened buttocks with their giant, furred hands--

Suddenly the doorbell rang and Mark's stomach lurched up into his throat. Out of instinct he almost ran for cover to hide his nudity when he remembered the phone camera. Neither hiding nor running was an option, so the photographer just stood in place, frozen in indecision.

After a brief wait the door opened and through it came four men Mark had never seen before. They were humans rather than giant bipedal wolves and had the jock been thinking clearer he would have realized they were werewolves who simply hadn't transformed yet.

But Mark's brain wasn't working particularly well at that moment -- naked, erect, completely exposed, and standing in front of four intruders who'd just let themselves into his house. The man's mind was running in tight circles, full of panic. Yet no solutions to his shameful predicament came to him.

One of the men whistled appreciatively as he closed the door behind him before approaching Mark.

"Lookie here, lads," the broad shouldered red head said, eyes fixed on Mark. "This must be the bitch. What a cutie. Still... a bit too much hair for my tastes. We're going to need to shave her.."

Mark could only stand in place and try not to whimper as an equally large dark skinned man confidently approached from a different angle while his compatriot spoke.

Then he said, "We can shave her and do her up pretty later. I'm more interested in getting my cock in her. What's your name, bitch?"

For a moment the human didn't respond, his eyes flittering nervously between the four men who were so casually invading his personal space. But when the dark skinned man snapped his fingers in front of Mark's face, he paid attention to the question and forced himself to answer.

"...M-mark," he mumbled.

"Well, M-m-m-mark," the red head said, running a hand possessively down the photographer's side and hip. "It looks like we caught you in the middle of playing with yourself. Naughty girl. Did Alpha leave you with instructions while he stepped out?"

"...A-alpha?" Mark asked, trying to not to shiver from fear at being touched while surrounded.

"The other werewolf," said the third man who hadn't yet spoken. He was taller than the other two with a more lithe build. More like a surfer with long, blond hair that fell past his shoulders. "What did he tell you, before he left you here alone."

The human understood they were referring to David. Except, apparently they knew him by a different name.

"He... told me to dance. And... to play with myself."

"Sounds like you should get to it, then," the dark skinned man said, voice hard. He grabbed Mark's wrist in one hand and Mark's half-hard cock in the other and forced the jock to take himself back in hand.

"Play with your cunt for us," the red head said, speaking almost directly into Mark's ear. "Do a good job entertaining us and we'll be content to sit back and watch from your expensive, plushy couch. But if you bore us..."

"Then maybe we find our fun in other ways," the dark skinned man said, cupping the jock's balls like he owned them.

Mark almost pissed himself in fear as his most sensitive bits were groped. The intruders hadn't even transformed into werewolves yet and they were already intimidating him into unquestioning compliance. The photographer began stroking off again, more mechanically than erotically, but none of the men stepped away. Mark could still feel the man's warm grasp on his sack -- firm, but not crushing.

The stranger tugged and played with the boyfriend's sack as he cooed, "Good girl. See? It's nice when we all get along. We will be good to you, as long as you're good to us."

"Ah, but we're forgetting something," the red head said. "Introductions. My name is Johnny but everyone calls me Red. You can call me Red, too. When your lovely mouth isn't too full of my dick to speak, that is."

The dark skinned man spoke next.

"I'm Goodwin. I'm second, behind Alpha, and you can think of me as the pack's enforcer. And since you're officially part of the pack now, you and these cute little balls of yours are under my authority."

Mark avoided direct eye contact as Goodwin stared him down. But the dark skinned man wasn't having it. He squeezed the jock's balls ever so slightly as he said, "Look at me when I'm talking to you, bitch."

The human made an involuntary noise between a whine and a whimper as he did as he was told.

"Tell me you'll be a good girl for me. I want to hear you say it," Goodwin demanded.

With his balls in mortal peril, Mark didn't dare refuse.

"I'll be a good girl for you, sir. I promise I will," the jock said, still stroking his cock as he was too afraid to stop.

"I know you will," Goodwin said, offering Mark a warm smile. "I can already tell you're going to be a real pleasure to train. Ulf... You're up next."

"I'm Ulf," the man with the surfer's build said, his tone heavily accented. "It means wolf in Scandinavia. This is Rome," the man said, nodding towards the fourth man which Mark had not yet had the opportunity to pay any attention to.

The man called Rome was shorter than the others but had muscles comparable to Mark's own. His face, head, neck, and hands were covered in various, noticeable scars. These scars made the werewolf look scary as hell, Mark thought.

"He is youngest of the pack. Do not let scars scare you -- he is sweetheart. Werewolf hunters killed his original pack, then tortured him for fun. We rescue him -- kill hunters. But not before they took away his voice."

"Aye," Goodwin the enforcer said, who had mercifully relaxed his grip on Mark's sack. "Normally werewolves heal quickly, even from damage that severe. But werewolf hunters have their ways of making wounds stick. The bastards."

"But don't worry, love," Red said, suddenly cupping both of Mark's ass cheeks in his hands. "Rome doesn't need to be able to talk to speak the language of love. He's as hung as the rest of us, and his wolf dick will do the talking for him when it's stretching these cheeks nice and wide."

"Introductions are done," Ulf said with an air of formality. "Now we sit and enjoy the show."

This seemed to annoy the enforcer who growled at the implicit order.

"What? Is what Alpha would want. We do not yet have permission to use her. Otherwise she would already be swallowing my first load."

Goodwin considered this a moment and appeared to concede the point when he nodded.

"Alright boys," he said, stepping away and gesturing towards the various seats arranged around the living room. "Take a chair and watch the bitch dance for us. Alpha should be back soon."

The four men each took a seat and Mark could feel all eyes on him, the sensation of being stared at even stronger than before.

"Move your hips, you stupid bitch," Red impatiently demanded, almost barking the words. "Touch yourself and dance properly for us. Or we'll report you to Alpha. Is that what you want?"

That was most certainly not what Mark wanted. Earlier he had danced for an audience of one. Then he danced to an empty room. Now he danced one last time, for four hungry werewolves.

The handsome jock forced his well-formed muscles to ripple and move as he shifted his weight. He pushed his arms into the air and pivoted in place, trying his best to dance to music that wasn't there. Then, remembering that he was ordered to masturbate, he brought his right hand back down and continued to stroke off.

As he embarrassed himself by performing in this fashion for the introducers, Mark looked face to face. A couple of the faces seemed interested in what he was doing -- or at least hungry -- but mostly they just looked bored and increasingly annoyed.

The group continued to watch in complete silence for a couple minutes until the dark skinned man grew fed up with what he was seeing.

"Are you trying to bore us, bitch? Switch it up," growled Goodwin. "Change up your routine as you move. Project emotion. Make us feel how excited you are to put on a show for your new owners."

Owners? That word seemed quite ominous to the human's ears.

"She's terrible," Red bemoaned, as though he were truly disappointed by what he'd seen. "We're going to have to train her from scratch. Hey, I got a game we can play while we wait for Alpha. Let's have the bitch guess what colors our cocks will be when we shift."

"And punish for each wrong answer," Ulf tagged on, smiling for the first time.

Leaning forward in his chair, Red jumped right into the game he had just come up with.

"I'll go first. Bitch... Wait, what was her name? Oh, yeah, Mark. Mark -- What color is my wanker when I'm full werewolf?"

"Umm...," Mark stammered, not having the first clue. But... David's cock had been red and this guy's name was Red... so maybe...?

"...Red?" the jock guessed.

Johnny looked pissed as the other three werewolves laughed.

"She got you, Red!" Goodwin teased his fellow werewolf.

"Yeah, yeah. Lucky guess. Okay, Ulf, you're next."

Ulf said nothing as he waited for Mark to answer.

The jock hated this game already. There was nothing to win, everything to lose, and he shamed himself by just participating. But he knew he had no choice.

"Red?" the human guessed again. He figured it was the most likely answer.

But rather than getting annoyed, Ulf just nodded.

"The bitch is clever. She thinks she has discovered a pattern. Time to press your luck, little one. Guess Rome's next."

"Red," Mark said again, with no delay. He guessed that the one named Ulf was just trying to psyche him out.

"Red is correct," Ulf said, nodding. "Perhaps the game is too easy, Goodwin?"

"Perhaps. Except... I don't have a red cock," the dark skinned enforcer said. "So, I'm betting this is where your luck runs out."

Mark didn't know what to say. Didn't werewolves have red dicks? But Goodwin said he didn't. Was it against the rules to lie? Were there any rules to this stupid, childish game?

"Tick tock. You have five more seconds to guess or it counts as a loss."

The jock frantically thought about it for a couple more seconds and then just blurted out an answer. The first answer that came to mind.

"Black," he said, voice tight in fear.

The room went deadly cold. Goodwin's face twitched in anger, cheek and lip muscles spasming beneath skin.

"...Are you fucking for real?" the man nearly shouted. "You racist piece of shit. Did you really just guess that my wolf cock is black because I'm black? You can't be serious with this shit."

"I'm sorry! I-- I didn't mean it like that! I just-- I have no idea! I'm sorry!"

Mark felt like he could die. He had just blurted a color! He hadn't put any thought into it! This wasn't fair!

"Well... You're right. It is black," Goodwin said, before bursting into laughter.

The other three werewolves joined him, even Rome who made no noise as he chuckled, at the prank they'd just collectively played on the naked jock. Mark's face burned in humiliation and anger as the laughter surrounded him.

"Yep, the bitch went four for four," Red confirmed. "We all got big reds except for Goodwin here. He's the odd man out with his big, black cock."

"The biggest and the blackest," Goodwin agreed with a smile.

"Well, biggest except for Alpha."

"Sure, of course. But he's the Alpha, so it doesn't count. But I got you beat, don't I?"

The red head growled at Goodwin, which sounded odd coming from a human throat.

"I'm just kidding! Jeez, stop being so sensitive. Nine inches is plenty big, man. More than enough to make this cunt gag on it. Isn't that right, bitch? When Johnny shoves his nine incher down your maw, you'd probably coke on it some, wouldn't you?"

Mark didn't respond at first. He was still pissed at being teased by the pitiless werewolves. Until it became clear that Goodwin expected him to say something. He decided it would be stupid to keep up his sullen silence.

"Ummm... Yes, sir. Probably," the human mumbled.

"See? Yours is plenty big. So, stop fretting over it."

"It's nine and a half inches, asshole."

"Oh. Yeah. Silly me. Forgot the half inch. Nine and a half. Got it." Goodwin said, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, bitch...," Red said, changing the subject. "Alpha is taking forever so we're going to come over again and take a closer look at you. You got a problem with that?"

It was a loaded question and Mark knew there was only one acceptable answer.

"...No, sir."

"Good, stay right there. In fact, cup your hands behind your head, spread your legs a touch, and give us a nice view of the goods."

In short order Mark once again found himself surrounded by the four strangers. He wished 'Alpha' would hurry up and return. Perhaps the werewolf would save him from this indignity. But part of him knew that it was more likely that things would only escalate upon the werewolves return.

"Her skin is nice. Smooth," noted Ulf.

"Lovely lips. Maybe a bit swollen?" asked Goodwin. But his question wasn't directed at Mark but rather Johnny.

"I'm guessing Alpha already took a turn. That right, bitch? Did Big-Brown already shove his big-red down your throat?"

Again, the jock could tell the men expected an answer. Evidently the privilege of even a semblance of privacy was not to be afforded to him.

"...I... I gave him a blowjob, if that's what you mean..."

"Did you now? How dainty. Hear that, fellas? She gave Alpha a blowjob. How tidy and vanilla. So, you're telling us it was a normal, boring blowjob? And not a bitch getting her face bred and fucked by a big veined animal cock? Is that what you're telling us, whore?"

Goodwin, seeing Mark's unwillingness to immediately and honestly answer the question, took the opportunity once more to take the jock's tender, cum-filled sack in hand.

"Well?" the unshifted werewolf insisted as his hand tightened around the photographer's defenseless orbs.

Mark felt as though his pride was being flayed alive. But with David gone, he didn't want to risk antagonizing the pack members.

"He... he did breed my face. Sir."

"No, say it right," Red insisted, getting in front of Mark's face. "Say, 'I took Alpha's big werewolf cock into my slutty human mouth and he bred my whore throat until I swallowed all of his tasty wolf cum. Say it just like that."

Mark wasn't going to put up with this bullshit. It was just too much. He opened his mouth to say that but Goodwin must have spotted the human's growing obstinance on his face because before the photographer could even get a word out the pressure on his orbs doubled -- then tripled.

"No," Goodwin said, his low voice holding a harsh tone of warning. "Say it right. Or your bitch-balls will pay the price."

Testicular pain made Mark's brave retort die in his throat before it was even uttered. Once again, the jock surrendered to the other men's will.

"I... took Alpha's big cock into my slutty human mouth and then he pounded and bred my.. whore throat. With his werewolf cock, I mean. Then he made me... I mean, I got to swallow his tasty wolf cum."

Goodwin and Red both laughed while Ulf simply nodded as though Mark had made the correct choice.

Meanwhile, Rome didn't seem to be paying much attention to what the jock did and said. His focus seemed to be on trying to dedicate every square inch of the human's exposed form to memory. Legs, arms, chest... ass. And everything in between.

"Close enough," the red head permitted. "Guess I can't punish you for such minor slip-ups. ...At least, not while you're still in training anyway," he concluded with a mischievous wink.

Then Red leaned in close and whispered into the jock's ear, "But before long, it will be my turn to have some private time with you. Just you and me. I'll teach you not to even think without permission. And when you're allowed to think, I'll tell you what thoughts you're allowed to have."

"Having private words with my personal property, Red?" Alpha asked, using a towel to soak up the last remnants of moisture of his fur before discarding it on the floor.

"Alpha!" Johnny almost yelped, stepping quickly away from Mark as he dipped his head in respect. "No private words, sir. Just telling the cutie how pretty she was."

"I'm sure you were," the tall and powerful werewolf said, his amused voice indicating that he was not entirely convinced.

"It looks like you all got a chance to get acquainted while I was freshening up. Good. That will make introductions simple. Everyone, this is Mark, David's boyfriend. Mark, this is my pack. Which makes it your pack too. Though, your place within the hierarchy of the pack will be rather... special."

"Wait...." Johnny said, suddenly confused. "This is Mark? As in THE Mark? David's boyfriend, Mark?"

"The very same," Alpha confirmed, joining the others in the living room.

Each of the other four werewolves stepped back to give the beast space. The human could see the difference in their actions and posture. It was obvious these other werewolves both feared and respected their 'Alpha'.

"Mark's horny little bitch balls got the better of him, and he started pulling on threads he shouldn't have. And now that our pack's secret is out of the bag... Well, we can't just have feral bitches in heat roaming the city streets unsupervised, can we? So I've decided our pack will be taking her in. Any objections?"

"No, Alpha," the other seemingly-human men said as a group -- except Rome who silently mouthed the words.

Then Johnny spoke up again.

"Sure, sure... Of course. But... Won't David have something to say about this? I mean..."

"David is none of your concern, Red. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir! Of course!" the tough guy nearly squeaked in reply.

And then something nearly incomprehensible to Mark happened. The red headed human fell to the floor on his hands and knees and... began kissing the werewolf's furred feet. And what's more, Alpha allowed this.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question you," Johnny, who apparently also went by Red, mumbled.

"I know you didn't, my excitable one. Kiss me and all shall be forgiven."

Rising up on his knees, the red headed man did as he was bid... In a sense. Except, instead of continuing to kiss the Alpha feet, the pack member took the tip of the werewolf's cock into his mouth and... began to suckle.

David's boyfriend was thoroughly confused when Red, without moving his head or taking more of the werewolf's erection into his mouth, began to moan around the tip in an over-the-top fashion. From his place on the ground, Johnny looked right up into his Alpha's eyes while the werewolf stared right back, uncompromising and in control.

Red moaned even louder and more pathetically, seeing that he had not yet earned his pack leader's forgiveness.

And that's when Mark realized that the werewolf named Red was supplicating himself -- humiliating himself on purpose to show his loyalty to the pack's alpha.

All of the other werewolves looked on as this strange tip-focused blowjob continued on. This strange bit of theater appeared to look perfectly normal in their eyes as Goodwin, Ulf, and Rome watched in respectful silence.

Mark considered the possibility that each of them had been in Red's position before. Each of them have had to prove to the brown-furred werewolf that they understood and accepted their place within the pack -- With their Alpha at the top.

"Enough," the massive beast called Alpha eventually said after almost two full minutes of the noisy oral service. "You may thank me."

"Yes, Alpha. Thank you, Alpha," Red said, kneeling low once more to place a last kiss on the werewolf's foot. "The pack serves the Alpha's will."

Two of the other men echoed this while Rome bowed instead.

"The pack serves the Alpha's will," they intoned together, as if reading from some holy text.

Johnny did not immediately stand back up but instead used his shirt to carefully dry the tip of the werewolf's cock which had been made damp with his saliva. Then he stood up, bowed at the head, and got back in line with the others.

Once he was back in place Alpha said, "Red?"

"Yes, Alpha?" Johnny replied, sounding a touch nervous.

"I've realized how much I've been missing your mouth. Tomorrow evening you will wait for me in my bed. Do you understand?"

Red blushed at this and looked down at his feet. Mark could only stare in disbelief as Red was casually informed that he'd be tomorrow's entertainment for the wolf.

Mark glanced around the room to see the others' reaction. Ulf had no visible reaction while Goodwin seemed... pleased? The jock wondered if there was some ongoing rivalry between the two. Or maybe Goodwin just liked to watch.

Meanwhile, Rome's scar-strewn face appeared... jealous? Mark didn't understand these werewolf dynamics at all.

"...Yes, Alpha. I look forward to it, sir," Johnny replied, sounding some strange combination of fearful and eager.

Watching this queer series of events unfold, it occurred to Mark how foolish he was to try to think he could verbally strong arm the werewolf. Even the other werewolves didn't dare contest his will. So, what hope did he have? The apparent answer was, very very little.

"Now, back to the reason that I've brought you all here," the werewolf who claimed to not be David said. "Mark here -- David's boyfriend -- is the lucky human slut who is fated to become the next pack bitch. But, regrettably, she is currently quite terrible at serving real males like us wolves. Working together, we will fix that. Though it is sure to take quite a bit of effort and time, I'm sure it will be worth it in the end."

"Sounds good to me, boss," Goodwin said, clearly happy at the prospect of getting a shot at the naked jock in front of him. "Where do we start?"

"Throat training. Before the day is done, I want each of you to have dumped at least two loads down the bitch's throat. I trust that won't be a problem for you horny studs."

The four other men laughed as though their Alpha had just made an excellent joke.

"Any other questions?"

"Yes, sir. Are there any limits with using the bitch?" asked the previously quiet, long haired werewolf.

"No biting, clawing, or killing her. That includes fucking her to death and 'accidental' suffocation. Keep her in one piece. If you somehow manage to screw that up and kill her despite my warning, I will make you take her place as the pack bitch. Besides, we wouldn't want to break our new toy on the first day, would we?"

Goodwin followed that question up with, "Is she allowed to say 'no', Alpha?"

"She hasn't yet earned that right. When she has proven herself to be a happy, productive member of the pack we may extend the right of conditional refusal to her. But for now, you may think of David's boyfriend as a fleslight with a pulse -- self-heating for our pleasure. She hasn't earned the right to be anything more than that."

"Wow... Fucking David's girl-- err, I mean boyfriend. That's so hot," Red said, licking his lips in some combination of hunger and arousal. "And she's so cute, too."

"Fuck yeah she is," Goodwin agreed. "What we got here is a real prize-winning pig. If we dropped her off naked at the fair, she'd win the blue ribbon for sure."

"Look between her thighs," the long haired man declared. "She's getting hard at the idea of sucking off a bunch of wolves. It was so small I almost missed it."

"Cute," Johnny said, with a snort. "Hey, bitch, here's some free advice. Keep your hands off your joystick there, yeah? We know you're a horny slut but the big dogs are in control now. We'll let you know when you have permission to play with yourself again."

"May we begin, sir?" the long-haired werewolf asked. It made David anxious how intensely the man was staring at him. The photographer wondered if the werewolf was hungry, horny, or both.

"Soon. First, Mark still needs to kiss his Alpha. To show me she understands her new place within the pack."

For a long moment, Mark did nothing and said nothing. This all felt so surreal. Well, everything except his erection. That felt quite real... and very aroused.

"Well, Mark," the Alpha said, his voice surprisingly patient.

"David...?"

The big werewolf just growled in response at the name.

"This is the best birthday present ever. I love you, babe."

The giant werewolf stopped growling, returned the smile and said, "You're welcome, love. I hope you enjoy every minute of it. Now, stop breaking character or I'm going to let Red here spank your ass. And he won't be gentle about it, like I might."

"Wait -- Just a moment. You're not really going to... to turn me into the pack bitch, are you?"

All five of the werewolves broke out into loud laughter. Mark laughed along with them but his laughter had a nervous edge to it.

"Ain't too smart, is she, Alpha?" Red said, his eyes full of cruel mirth. Eyes that were already beginning to take on a green tinge as the red headed man held back his transformation.

"No, she isn't. But I love her anyway."

"David...," the jock said, his voice suddenly tight with newfound worry.

"You were the one who insisted on no safe word, dearest one. So you are the one who will have to live with the consequences of that decision."

"But... but this is all roleplay, I mean. We're just having fun, right?" Mark pleaded, trying to find some stable, sane common ground. Some mutual understanding between him, the human, and them, the werewolves.

"Yes, my beauty. Loads of fun. Though I should mention that I took the liberty of calling into your work earlier and letting them know you were taking the coming week off. So, we'll all be getting to enjoy plenty more 'roleplay' during the coming days."

"You're... just teasing me, yeah? Like, you're back in character? You're not serious, right?

Mark's voice sounded panicky, even to his own ears. He wasn't sure how much of this was still roleplay and how much of this was the natural course of events when a horny werewolf pack descended upon a helpless human prey animal.

David just ignored him, continuing on with what he had been explaining.

"And if we're all still enjoying ourselves after a week, maybe we'll extend our little roleplay out even further. Though, there's no rush to decide now. How about we plan on taking a vote in a week or so?"

"Yeah," Goodwin snickered. "A majority vote. With everyone getting one vote each. A vote for each werewolf... and a vote for each human. It's only fair, right?"

"What?! No, that's not fa--"

"Sir, please, may I?" Red asked, talking over Mark.

Alpha nodded.

In a flash red transformed into a massive werewolf with reddish-tan fur. Too-tight clothes ripped apart at the seams and fell away from his body as his frame exploded in increased mass consisting of powerful muscles, dense bones, and soft fur. And before Mark could even fully grok what was happening, the werewolf's fist had slammed right into his stomach.

The jock made a croaking noise and would have fallen over had multiple pairs of hands not steadied him in place.

"God I love doing that," Red said in his much deeper werewolf voice. "Hey, guys! Take a look! Punching that tender human stomach got me so fucking hard. I'm fucking throbbing over here I'm so turned on. Backtalk some more, bitch. I think I might cum if I punch you a few more times."

Mark tried to plead for mercy but his lungs and throat refused to listen.

"My rowdy packmate makes a good point. Bitches don't get to say 'no'. And in fact, I don't think we really need you saying anything at all for the next good long while. Not when we have so many better uses for those pretty, pink, pouty lips of yours."

The jock looked up at his boyfriend, David. David who was also Alpha, unquestioned leader of the werewolf clan.

"Hey Goodwin, remind me... What did you ask me earlier?"

"Earlier...? Oh, yes. That. I asked you, what was the difference between pretending to train a bitch to be the pack slut, and actually training them?"

"Yes, that was it. Thank you for the reminder," David the werewolf said. "And what was my answer to your thought-provoking question?"

The dark skinned werewolf chose that moment to turn into a massive, black furred werewolf. As his clothes tore away from his body, Mark could see that Goodwin's whole frame was dark, inky black from the tip of his ears, to his eleven inch ebony spire, to his massive foot paws. The only color found on the enforcer's werewolf form were his pitiless green eyes.

In his altered, deep, and commanding voice he answered, "Sir, you said that, you supposed there wasn't much of a difference. No difference at all, really."

"...David?" Mark finally managed to croak out with genuine worry in his voice. "This is all still just... roleplay, isn't it? You're just doing what I begged you to do last week? Right? Please... I have to know! I'm... I'm scared, David."

"Don't worry, love. I've already told you that you're not in any danger and I meant it. But next time I offer you a safeword, you'll know better than to refuse. We're werewolves, Mark. Not domesticated dogs. Today you're finally going to understand what that means. And learn to appreciate the difference."

Mark coughed as he looked around. Except, this time he didn't see any human faces around him. Just five hungry, horny werewolves. Naked and terrifyingly aroused.

"Now, no more talking, bitch," Alpha ordered, an authoritative growl evident in his voice.

"You heard the boss," Red barked. "Get to work, girly. Or we bust out the e-stim machine early. And then you'll still be sucking him off while we fry your pecker over and over. Personally, I'm hoping you choose the e-stim. If punchin' your soft human tummy was fun, I bet lighting up your petite vienna sausage while you thrash and try to beg will be a laugh riot."

"Yes, pretty slut," the light-tan werewolf said, who must have been Ulf. "Put that mouth to work. You will show us how incompetent you are and then we will help you improve. No matter how... uncomfortable that education might prove to be for you."

Mark's heart thumped in his chest the werewolves continued to growl into his ears, two of them threatening him and taunting him in turn.

Not far away Rome licked his canine lips hungrily, the wolf's white fur marred by tufts of fur pointing in seemingly random directions, a result of his now mostly hidden scars.

Of all the wolves, Rome was the only one who looked somewhat friendly, his white-furred muzzle nearly taking on the appearance of a panting, excited puppy. But his rock hard unit told the full story. The large dog wanted to play. Except, his version of play involved pushing his big fat canine knot into places it had no business fitting into.

Directly in front of the jock was Alpha's impossible to ignore shaft. It drew closer until the tip brushed against Mark's lips. Permission for entry was not solicited as the dauntingly large length pushed past the human's now spread and speared lips.

In their werewolf forms, Red and Goodwin kept rumbling in his ears. With Mark's attention narrowed to the canine erection wrenching wide his protesting jaw muscles, the photographer barely heard their growled words as they threatened him with every sexual act and punishment imaginable.

Mark didn't hear as Goodwin threatened to string him up by his balls if he failed to show proper respect to the pack and please their alpha. Nor did he manage to pick up that Red was promising to shove sound after metal sound down his shaft until his human member was stretched beyond hope of recovery.

He barely noticed when Red and Rome each grabbed a wrist before making him grip their pre-slicked cocks in his unsure hands. Increasingly loud growls in his ears convinced the boyfriend to start sucking and stroking. He whined around the alpha's pole in an attempt to plead for mercy and patience but the pathetic prey noises only seemed to rile up the wolves' predatory instincts even further.

The growling around him continued to grow louder and Mark nearly pissed himself as a set of teeth snapped close to his ear with a frightful clack -- followed by a werewolf nose brushing against his neck and cheek as it sampled his scent.

All eyes glared down at the naked, kneeling human as he sucked, gagged, pumped, and stroked while tears threatened to well and fall. Their expressions were stern, demanding, and full of harsh judgement. As Mark glanced up, he saw that none of the beasts looked particularly pleased with him or his efforts so far. Not even Rome, who seemed frustrated and disappointed at the human's lackluster attempt at foreplay.

They wanted more from him. No -- They demanded more. He could tell that they expected him -- a weak, pathetic human -- to fail. But he could also see that failure would not be tolerated. He'd be made to try harder. To pleasure their werewolf cocks better and with even more dedication. Quitting was not an option and any form of rest was a terribly long way off.

The human's hard cock twitched and its damp tip grew swelled as the erect and panting werewolves closed in tight around him. All of the werewolves laid their furred, clawed hands on the naked, whimpering human. Their paws roamed possessively as they explored his body -- their new toy.

Inches away from Mark's face, their massive canine cocks jutting forward into the confined space, each impatiently waiting their turn at the bitch's mouth while their pack leader's member was sucked and serviced first. As the werewolves growled and snarled above him the scared-but-horny jock kept swapping which two of the four needy canine shafts he was stroking.

He'd only manage to get a few strokes in on Red and Rome before Ulf and Goodwin were bearing down on him with their threatening throat rumbles and bared teeth. But Mark couldn't put those two off for long before his survival instincts forced him to drop the hugely displeased Ulf and Goodwin's units to resume work on Red and Rome's.

Not one of them seemed happy with him. None sounded as though they thought their human bitch was doing 'good enough'. And already the panicky boyfriend-turned-play-thing felt himself beginning to tire. He knew he couldn't possibly keep this up. With his limited stamina and their seemingly endless endurance, he'd soon run himself ragged... slow down... and...

The pack had cornered its prey and tonight it would have its fill.

And for Mark, months of begging his werewolf boyfriend for a night of passion with the pack had finally paid off. He'd never been more turned on. Nor more terrified.

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I've been wanting to write a "my boyfriend is a werewolf" type story for a while, but kept putting it off because it's a tricky story that requires a fair amount of setup. Way more than a typical "and then they fucked" type story, haha. But here it is! Finally.

*In regards to the plot, I leave it up to the individual reader to decide what happens next. *

Is David just doing a really great job of leaning into the roleplay and adopting the persona that he and Mark had discussed earlier? Perhaps later there will be hugs, kisses, and hot cocoa and they will all share a laugh at how much Mark gets off on being bullied by sexually aggressive werewolves.

*Or, are some doors impossible to close, once opened? Five horny werewolves... One not-entirely-willing human... *

*Passions are explored. New taboos are tasted. Can a human erection be interpreted as consent? Does a play-thing's consent even matter? What happens when his frail human body gives into exhaustion? And just how many more times will Mark get punched in his already-bruised stomach? *

So many questions left unanswered!

( I should also note that the story reads a bit differently if you re-read it with the understanding that this is all a 'roleplay' session. You can spot the various areas where Mark's lines are crossed and ignored and note his mounting concern that things are slipping out of his control. )