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Instinct. We are all slaves to it. There are some philosophers who argue that what separates humans from animals is our ability to override our instincts, to control our needs and desires, to achieve something bigger. Maybe they are right. For years, I have fought against my instincts. However, the truth about instinct is: It never goes away, and it never gets tired.

Some instincts are so powerful, they can compel you to do things you never thought possible. They drive fish to swim thousands of miles, fight upstream for hundreds of miles, only to die after they procreate. It compels some male spiders to literally throw themselves into the waiting maw of the female they are mating. Male praying mantises continue to rut while their head is being eating as a delicious during-sex snack by the females.

Whatever fairy stories we tell ourselves to prove we are separate, higher, or better than animals, our instincts are always there. Each time we make a decision, they are drawing us to what our bodies want. Why do you think so many good men and women go astray? Their instinct is to take an opportunity that presents itself. Your instincts are older than logic; they have been around long enough to grow crafty and they are relentless. Eventually, they wear you down. No matter how hard you fight, you eventually succumb, and then... you just hope you don't do anything you can't recover from.

I remember my first time when my instincts got me into trouble. It was at a gastro pub near my home. I was just nineteen, and I was learning who I really was. My first boyfriend had gone off to university in Portsmouth, leaving me alone. Then I heard he had caved to his desires and hooked up with some slut from the LGBT society. It hurt like nothing had ever hurt me before. I had broken up with him, but he had a slut just desperate to console him, and I was alone.

We had given each other our virginities, and I thought we'd be together forever. Of course, the truth is, forever is a long, long time. I spent a few days crying, and then I wanted something: Revenge. Stupid as it sounds, I wanted to get laid, to show that I too could pull when I wanted to, and that's when I found something online. It was a Halloween party, a rather special one. The article was actually condemning it. My jaw dropped as I read what was happening just a short walk from my home.

There was this local gastro pub built inside some caves on a cliff overlooking a nearby beach. The caves were used by smugglers a long time ago, and the bar had become something of a tourist attraction. The party wasn't just a Halloween party, it was a fetish Halloween party. Tickets cost quite a bit. I don't know what went through my head. All right, that's a lie, I know exactly what I was thinking: I was going to find me some hot horny stud and ride that fucker until he couldn't walk straight. Then I was going to email Tony and let him know I had moved on and found a guy with a much bigger cock. If I couldn't find a bigger cock, I would lie and say I had anyway. I was going to get revenge and, hopefully, a little fun as well.

It was a stupid plan, but hey, all plans you make when you are nineteen turn out to be stupid. At least it was simple: Buy a ticket, get a costume, find some dude to ride me all night long, brag to ex. I really didn't think that it could turn out as bad as it did. I guess you know a little bit about how that can be right? I mean you never saw it coming, did you?

So I found a costume – well, it was part of one I had worn a year earlier. I went as Godzilla, and my cheating bastard of an ex, Tony, went as King Kong (we had some freaky ass sex afterwards as we... rampaged through Tokyo). Only I figured since it was a fetish club, the suit's bulky body wasn't required. Instead I just wore the green claws and paws, a skimpy pair of shorts with the tail hung behind it. The head was just a green hood that my face stuck out of.

I looked pretty good, actually. My skin has the wonderful hint of caramel, a gift from my Spanish father. Dark hair and olive green eyes, combined with some well groomed eyebrows. My body at that age was very fit. I didn't have abs or a chiselled chest, however; it was the body of a swimmer, with just a hint of cushion around the tummy and ass. There was plenty of guys who wanted to taste a little of my caramel sweetness, I can tell you.

Of course, the truth was, I was hurting, I didn't want to fall in love; I just wanted a good fuck, no strings attached. Oh fuck... what I got weren't strings, more like chains make of lead, and a collar so heavy I can never escape. Welcome to my world. I remember checking myself in the mirror, and my only care was making sure my ass looked as fuckable as possible, with a green tail sticking out of it.

It was a weird get-up to drive in, but then it would have been even weirder to get a taxi or walk through the streets in. Cold, too; after all, in Northern England at the end of October, even the dash from the car to the entrance made my nipples hard. Of course, my nipples would stay erect all night; good little troopers, these boys. The bouncer barely even glanced at me. He just took my ticket and waved me in.

The car park was at the top of the cliff, there was a lift down to the pub. Only I noticed on the lift a small sign that informed me, for the party, hit floor three. I remember thinking that was strange, because the pub was the ground and floor two. I had remembered something about them trying to open a far more up-market restaurant a few years back, only they couldn't get the right permissions or something. I guessed they had decided to open it up for the fetish party.

As I pushed the button, a couple dressed as little red riding hood and the big bad wolf jumped into the lift. It was definitely an odd sight for me. Partly because they were both guys, mostly because I could see the big bad wolf costume had no crotch, and a quick glance confirmed a hole giving access under his tail. The two were both enjoying the wonderful piece of eye candy I was feeding them. I have to admit, I felt very nervous and, well, guys in skirts never did it for me. Unless it was a proper kilt and a real man in it, big, butch, and hairy. The wolf costume... well, if they hadn't been a couple, I might have given it a try. I'd enjoyed fucking Kong; why not try the big bad wolf, find out just how big and bad he was?

Of course, as the lift doors opened, I was shocked to find I had stumbled into Sodom and Gomorra. Or maybe the last true Bacchanal. Certainly the latter half, as I could see one guy dressed as a storm-trooper (though his armour was missing the crotch), bent over a barrel, getting ploughed by a horny pirate.

Pirates were a bit of a theme. The pub had always used that theme downstairs; they had apparently continued it for the new floor as well. The skull and crossbones flags were hung from the pure rock walls. Barrels made most of the tables, and the bar looking like the side of an old sailing vessel. Nets and rigging were strung from the ceiling. In the centre, there was a fire, the smoke going straight up though a hole in the ceiling. I assumed that eventually led out of the cliff somewhere, but I hadn't noticed any smoke on my way in. However, the fire was the main source of light, that and a few torches around. They gave the place a smoky smell, and the light danced on the cave wall with a hundred flickering shadows.

It certainly helped the ambiance. There was music, but most of it was drowned out by moans and cries. I could see a sling with a cat woman in it, being serviced either end by a mummy and an orc. She was quite a loud moaner, but then the orc was certainly packing heat, from what I could see. I remember thinking it was a pity he was into chicks (certainly a good seven or more inches into one chick anyway), because he looked like a prime candidate for some fun; I like a gut on a guy, and a hairy chest.

Looking around, I knew there would be more. There were a lot of people packed onto the dance floor, grinding. I could see three sets of stocks, two of which were occupied by guys, one dressed as a cowardly lion from The Wizard of Oz, getting face fucked brutally by a guy in a Cylon costume. I suppose that was appropriate for the lion, being a tin man's bitch. His ass and the ass of the guy in a gimp mask beside him was getting spanked by a rather muscled guy behind them, dressed as a minotaur. I had to admire his tail, sticking out of a butt plug in his wonderfully toned ass.

I wandered over to the empty stock and gave the little notice on it a read. "The safe word is gazpacho. Lock yourself in, and you will be punished to your hearts content. Nobody wants to fuck a whiney bitch, so take it like a man or woman and only use the safe word if you really need to." I have to admit, reading it made my cock ache just a little. At the same time, my heart trembled; the idea of being just anyone's bitch was enticing, but I wasn't ready, not then, and sadly, my tastes have changed as I have matured and grown. Maybe some day, if I can find a group who I can lay down beneath and admit their superiority.

The minotaur gave me a wink, and a wave of encouragement towards the empty stock. I wasn't sure if he was staff. His cock was hard and dripping; if that was his job, he was getting a great deal of job satisfaction that night. However, he wouldn't get it from me. I blushed deeply and shook my head like the terrified young boy I was.

Everywhere I looked, I could see guys and girls dressed as demons and angels, heroes and villains, romping together without a scrap of shame and, in some cases, a scrap of clothing. I wandered over to the bar, and after a few minutes, I caught the eye of the barkeep. He was a bear of a man – well, he had bear ears and a tail, another butt plug. I started to feel bad that my tail was on a belt seeing how many people were willing to commit to their costumes far more intimately.

With a blush, and trying to keep my eyes on his face, I ordered a pint of ale. I didn't care which; I pointed to the first pump I saw and paid, triple the usual price. Of course, they have to make their money somewhere. My throat was parched, or maybe I just really needed a drink, because I drained that pint far faster than any I'd ever had before.

Then I turned and leaned against the bar, trying to look comfortable – a little green wallflower, all eyes for the debauchery but not enough balls to join in. As I got my second pint, the first was already working its magic on me. I was less worried as I ogled the revellers. A guy in a rabbit mascot costume was on all fours on the dance floor, a guy in a dog costume fucking him (doggy style, of course). Furries. You can't throw a drunken orgy and not expect a few of them to show up and join in. Mind you, the dog had stamina; my erection definitely wondered what was under that suit, or what it would feel like to have a guy like that on top.

That was when I felt a little prickle on the back of my neck. Ancient instincts, born of an animal looking out for predators for thousands of generations. It was telling me that someone was watching me. I turned to find the most curious sight. I'm sure, given the descriptions of the pubs denizens, you are wondering what could be so curious about this one guy. Well, for one thing, he was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. Costumes were mandatory, so I guessed to get in without one he must know the owner or some of the staff.

However, that wasn't the only thing that stood out. From ten meters away, across a room lit only by a fire, I could see his eyes. They seemed to almost be glowing and golden. I dismissed it as a trick of the light. He was something to look at – nearly seven foot tall and so broad, even at a distance I felt dwarfed. A massive barrel chest. His shirt showed it wasn't all muscle. His arms were bigger than my thighs; the muscles rippled as he uncrossed them and moved them to his sides. He had a gut on him, but it wasn't too big; in fact, it was the perfect size. It showed he enjoyed his life, but he clearly enjoyed more than just food in his life.

I gasped as I realised he was walking towards me. I found myself downing the second half of my pint as this Norse god of a man approached. His golden hair wild, almost like a mane, and a smile of utmost confidence on his lips. A strong jaw covered in a thick golden beard, groomed but left to grow a good few inches. With a few strides, he was upon me. Before I had time to think, he was towering over me with a hungry look on his hazel eyes. Leaning down a little, his voice was more of a growl than any man's voice I had ever hard before. It was deep, and the tones were so rich, I could almost taste them. "What will you have, little cub?"

"J... Joan," my voice quavered as I told him my name. He hadn't asked, but something inside me wanted him to know. Joan was a hard name at school, pronounced more like John, which is what it translates to Spanish. My father had named me after my grandfather. Of course, he hadn't been the one being laughed at as every new teacher took register and kept calling for a girl named Joan.

Leaning back, he looked over my tight and trembling form. He reached out a hand so huge it was like a shovel and placed it on my naked shoulder. The weight made me almost buckle. He squeezed my shoulder possessively, and he leaned over to growl in my ear. "Your name is cub to me." It was a statement; he was telling me who I was, without any hint that there might even be the slightest possibility that he was wrong. It was a fact as unassailable as the colour of the sky and the wetness of the ocean. "Now, what will you have to drink, little cub?"

"Ale, please." My voice practically squeaked, and in comparison to his, I was just some little manboi. He grinned and nodded at the barkeep. He wasn't next in line, but when his huge palm hit the bar, he made it clear he didn't give a fuck who was there first. The brute wanted two ales, and he was going to get them before anyone else got served. My cock practically jumped as he got served immediately. Some customers gave grumbling looks, and he dismissed them with a shrug, pushing my pint into my hand so roughly it spilled, running down my stomach and wetting the top of my shorts.

With a gasp, I started to wipe the spilled ale off, only for a huge hand to grip my wrist dominantly, and a deep voice to snarl, "I'll drink that soon enough." I looked up in amazement and had no doubt that he would. I was aching for this pure beast in front of me. He was a wet dream come to life, a confident, dominant bear of a man. His stretched t-shirt showed enough hair for me to know he truly was a bear, by the human gay standards anyway.

His huge hand reached around and tugged on my tail. I felt the belt pull into my stomach, and he smiled. "Cute costume, cub."

"Th... thank you." I quivered as his hand slipped off my fake tail and onto my real one, a wide grip squeezing my left buttock. A lustful gasp escaped my lip, and I struggled to find something to say. "Y... you aren't wearing one."

There was a rush of blood as his hand stopped squeezing my buttock. He gave me a grin and took a long pull on his pint, the dark liquid disappearing in one huge swallow. I gulped along with him involuntarily, watching his Adam's apple dance, his neck so wide and strong, covered in that wild mane of hair. With a deep satisfied gasp, he slammed down his empty glass so hard, I jumped and was shocked to see it hadn't shattered on the bar. "I'm a werewolf; can't you tell?"

The challenge in his voice made me press back against the bar, and yet I could see a gleam of mischief and humour in his eyes. Shaking my head, I gave him a silent reply. With a shrug of his shoulders, the brute leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "Did you see a full moon out there?" Then he chuckled, and in my awestruck rapture, I chuckled along. His chest heaved as he laughed, the muscles on his shoulders flexing.

As the laughter died, I found myself staring into his eyes. His face held a grin of pure arrogant confidence. He knew what he was going to do to me, and he knew I was going to let him. I know that smile from both sides now. I'm not sure which side it is best to be on, but on that day, the look just made my cock ache. I was desperate for something to happen. He had stepped forward, his body less than an inch from mine, I could feel the heat of his muscular form, and even my human nose could pick up his musky scent.

It had been sharp and unpleasant at first, too strong, and yet I couldn't stop myself inhaling it deeper, filling my lungs with the rank of a true male, a powerful alpha. There were no more words. I have since found, when he wants something, he takes it... and right then, he wanted me. His arms slipped around my waist and pulled me against his powerful form. I didn't resist. Hell, I went more than willingly. Our lips met a second later, and for just a moment, there was a battle for supremacy. I lost, giving in easily, and his tongue held dominion of my mouth.

Gasping and whimpering, I writhed against him, my hands around his shoulders, feeling the heat of his body. I suckled and savoured his tongue, the taste of ale and musk. Potent and mature, a fullness of flavour I had never tasted before, it was far beyond the sweetness of the boys I was used to. My tongue danced with his, letting him take the lead.

Then his lips were off mine, and I whimpered as his teeth bit down playfully on my neck. Huge hands slipped down my back and grabbed my buttocks. He hefted my weight like I was made of feathers and placed my ass on the bar. His mouth felt like a furnace as he kissed and licked down my chest. My ears heard the sound of other's cheering, and I looked to see we had an audience, some of the revellers stopping to watch, confident that a new show was about to start. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but as his teeth found my left nipple my thoughts of them vanished. I cried out in shock as pleasure and pain mixed in my mind. No one had ever been so rough or dominant with me before. The pain seemed to heighten the pleasure in a way I never thought possible.

His head moved lower. My hands gripped the bar for support as I felt my legs being spread. The pressure around my trapped cock was suddenly released, and I heard a cheer from someone as my cock was exposed to all and sundry. Still, there was nothing I could do. His tongue lapped the beer I spilled on my navel. Looking down, all I could see was my own chest and a mass of wild golden hair. Out across the room, I could see so many people, some watching us, others engaged with each other. Sex seemed to be happening everywhere, but then I felt his warm mouth around my cock, and I cried out in pleasure.

A warm broad tongue lapped over my cocktip as powerful lips squeezed my maleness. His hands held my legs so tightly, it almost hurt; however, being held down spurred something inside me. I loved it. I was his little cub, and if he wanted to suck me, he could. With each motion of his tongue and head, my cries of ecstasy grew. I no longer cared who heard or watched. In fact, I found some delight as I saw a couple of guys stroking themselves as they watched the hulking beast feast on my maleness.

His beard tickled my balls and thighs in a curious way, his mouth engulfing my cock again and again. Sensations swirled through my mind. I couldn't contain myself as his tongue danced over my hot flesh. With a blush, I felt myself reaching my peak, far too soon. My hand landed in his mane of hair, and I whimpered a warning. However, he thirsted for my taste and drove on, not heading or caring for my desperate pleas for him to slow.

With a cry of pure pleasure, I felt my cock throb, and a hungry tongue lapped up every drop as his mouth milked my maleness. My back arched over the bar, my chest heaving with breaths so deep they made my head spin. I heard cheers and even some applause as others delighted in my pleasure and then, as my orgasm faded and my flow stopped, his lips pulled from my cock.

Smiling, he looked up at me, and then as he stood up, his hand grabbed my head. There was little gentleness in his touch as he pulled my lips down to meet his. He forced his tongue into my mouth. I gave in with barely a second's resistance; I was his bitch, and we both knew it. Then I tasted the flood, musky and weak and yet far too familiar. He practically growled, and I swallowed the flood as he forced my own cum down my throat. Then his lips parted mine, and I gasped for air, the taste of my cum and his musk flooding my mouth.

With a moan, I felt a huge hand engulf my cock. It was already hard and aching with need again. No one had ever touched me like that. Sometime while he was sucking me, he had removed my shorts and shoes; I hadn't even noticed. With one huge arm, he lifted me off the bar, and my bare feet felt the freezing touch of the cave stone floor. The cold made me press against his warmth.

A strong hand gripped around my own and guided it down to his crotch, and there I felt the heat and hardness of his erection. With a gasp, my fingers began to explore, tracing the huge meat, I had never touched anything so wonderful before. Even through his jeans, I could feel the throb of his pulse. It was easily longer than anything I had seen outside of porn, thicker than a beer can and straining to be free. My fingers ran to the top of his fly as I felt my mouth filling with drool at the thought of tasting his manly perfection.

However, his hand gripped tightly around my wrist, and his mouth pressed up to my ear. The warmth of his breath and the feel of his body against my almost-naked form made me ache. I needed him, I had to have him, all I wanted was to be his. "Not here. You want my cock, you come with me, you do what I say and, my little cub, I will fuck you so hard and often you will never be the same again."

I was too lost to my own lust to notice the warnings of my mind. My cock was aching in his hand. With a nod of my head, I agreed, and he gave me a warm and hungry smile. Then he started to walk, pulling me with him by my painfully erect cock, his grip on my maleness getting stronger. I glanced back and whimpered, "My shorts and..."

"You won't need them again," he snarled, and my cock shot a gob of pre into his palm as I gave in once again to his dominance. My feet slapping on the cold stone floor, he dragged me through the party and to the elevator. It opened as we got there, almost as if he could command the very electronics itself. Then he tugged me inside, and as the doors closed, he leaned in and once more his tongue took over my mouth. He plundered my maw, delighting in my flavour, his hand jerking my hot flesh quickly.

The sensations of his rough hand on my hot flesh sent shivers through my body, my arousal so great that I felt another orgasm rising quickly. However, it was not to be; the ride was too short. As we got to the top and were exposed to the world, I shivered, blushing deeply as he walked me passed the bouncer and a line of costumed guys and girls waiting to enter. All I had left on was my costume tail and green hood. He marched me past the crowd, my cock still in his firm grip. I blushed at the comments I heard, and yet all it did was make my cock throb and ache with yet more need.

With a whimper, I felt the sharp gravel of the car park bite into my feet. With a grunt, he stopped and turned, scooping me up with one powerful motion to balance on his shoulder, one hand staying on my cock, the other roughly squeezing my buttocks as he carried me across the carpark. After a few seconds, he put me down and opened the door of a large Jeep. His hand finally released my cock, the cold night air swirling around my aching throbbing and drooling meat.

There was no question in my mind. I just jumped into his car, taking off my tail to allow me to sit, then pulling off the hood. I sat naked and proud in his car, shivering a little in the cold. My cock did begin to wither despite my arousal; my nipples were painfully erect as I watched my hot breath clouding up the car. He jumped in beside me and, without a word, started the car. The heater blasted warm air across my naked legs, and I have to admit, I was grateful for the warmth.

He drove much like he acted, with utmost confidence and arrogance, assuming it was his right of way regardless of the actual rules. No less than two cars honked at us. I pushed myself down into the seat, blushing as so many drivers on the other side of the road passed, wondering how much of my naked body could be seen. I was too focused on how recklessly he drove to note where we were heading. It didn't take too long, and he pulled up into the driveway of a large detached house.

Turning the engine off, he gave me a wink that made blood flow back to my cock. "We're here, cub," was all he said as he got out of the car. I looked around the street. I couldn't see anyone about, and so I jumped out and ran quickly after him as he headed towards the door. The chill October air nipping on my ass and nipples. My cock was definitely no longer a useful handhold for the beast of a man. Not that he needed it. I was in a strange area and completely naked; even if I'd had second thoughts, I had nowhere to go.

He opened the door and then, as I scooted inside, his huge hand smacked off my cold buttocks firmly. The smack and my yelp echoed throughout the small cul-de-sac. I blushed deeply as he smirked and closed the door. The house was quite surprising, tastefully and expertly decorated with a thick plush cream carpet. There was almost no clutter. Furniture was minimal in the entrance hall, just a small table where he dropped his keys.

I didn't get a tour as he pushed up behind me. He didn't even turn the lights on, just guided me up the stairs and into a bedroom. As he turned on the lights, my eyes went wide as I saw the bed, a huge four-poster bed set inside a giant master bedroom. A door to the right, which I later found out led to the en-suite bathroom, and an ornate wardrobe set along the right wall.

However, it wasn't just the size or opulence of the bed and room that had my eyes wide. From each of the four posts on the bed dangled ropes. Bungee ropes. I would later find out exactly why he preferred them. As I saw them, I did begin to tremble, his arms wrapped around my naked chest, and I felt his warm body push up behind me. "Don't worry, my sweet cub, you don't have to wear them... if you are too frightened."

There was no time for me to think, or even fume at his words. It wasn't until later that I found out how calculated they were. Playing on my masculinity (such as it was back then), goading me and getting me ready to agree. With the door closed behind him, he spun me around in his arms and pressed his lips to mine, his strong hands beginning to explore my body. His fingers stroked through my rather hairy stomach, down to my crotch, his warm thick fingers stroking my uncut meat. While I may have not been a stud back then, I wasn't small. My uncut cock quickly grew to its above-average length and impressive girth, responding to his touch with the lust and need that had let him suck me off in front of maybe a hundred strangers.

His tongue explored my maw as he took my breath away. Then he broke the kiss and stepped back, stripping off his shirt to reveal his wonderful body, his chest and stomach covered in golden fields of hair. His pants dropped a second later, taking my jaw with them as he revealed his crotch to me for the first time. Almost a foot of maleness sprang forth from a forest of gold. The thickness made me gulp, and yet I knew I had to have it, hell, I was desperate to touch it, and a second later, I did.

My trembling hand caressed the hard meat, the skin slightly clammy with the heated sweat of an aroused body. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked down the full length. He moaned deeply, the sound more akin to a growl than any sound I had ever heard a human make. It spoke to something deep inside me, primal and powerful. Humans are a pack animal, of a sort; they know when to bow to a superior specimen.

Bow I did, onto my knees before his glory. My nose flooded with the raw musky scent, his hands caressing my face as he guided me forward. There was no way to escape my fate, although escape was the furthest thing from my mind. I opened my lips and sealed them around his maleness, the thick pole filling my mouth, with many inches to spare. Moans of delight erupted from both of us.

His taste was amazing, his uncut length flooding my taste-buds with his earthy musky flavour. I began to bob my head eagerly, my hands reaching up to cup two of the biggest balls I had ever seen. Hairy oranges rolled in my palm as my tongue danced across his meatus. He moaned and panted in pleasure, rolling his hips, gently and slowly fucking my mouth. I looked up to find him looking down, his eyes suddenly far lighter brown than they had been. I thought it was a trick of the light or my senses; two golden orbs looked down on me with hunger and lust.

It didn't matter to me then. I was desperate to milk this meat for all I could get. I wanted to taste his essence, and he seemed eager to give it to me, fucking my face faster and faster. His huge hands held me on his cock as it pushed to the back of my throat. I fought the urge to gag as it almost choked me. Then, without warning, his cock was ripped from my hungry lips, and I cried out in disappointment and looked up.

He was looking down at me, panting and gasping. "Not in your mouth. Not this load, anyway," growled the beast of a man. He waved at the bed with a lustful look. I didn't need any further instruction. I was off my knees and on the bed faster than I ever thought I would. It didn't even occur to me to refuse. He reached out and took hold of the first restraint; no safe word was mentioned, hell, I didn't even know his name. Yet as he attached the bungee rope to my leg, all I could think of was how much I wanted to feel that thickness inside me. I couldn't have given you the name of my first boyfriend, the one I had wanted to get revenge on. The man's taste was flooding my mind, his musky maleness, and I had to submit to his will.

He worked quickly and efficiently, and in less than two minutes, all four limbs were securely fastened to the posts. The restraints were not too tight, the bungee cord giving and stretching around my wrists. I remember wondering why he used those instead of handcuffs or chains, or some of the other things I had seen on some of the kinkier bondage websites I had perused. Of course, you know why now, as well as I do, that's for sure.

With my four limbs bound and legs spread, I was prone easy prey for him, hell for anyone. Lastly, he pulled out a ball-gag, shoving it into my willing mouth without a word. I had known what I was getting into going to that party, kinky, horny, no strings attached fun... which ironically meant I wasn't bothered by the ropes attached to me or the ball gag. In fact, being bound and helpless before such a stud made me all the more desperate to feel him inside me. I don't know why I trusted him. Something about his strength of will, the confidence of his actions, just made me accept everything he did and said.

Then with me bound and gagged, desperately waving my ass for his pleasure, he did something that I couldn't understand... not until after. He turned off the lights. The room went black, and I mean pitch black. I couldn't see the pillows my chin was resting upon. Robbed of my sight I could hear him padding around the room. His footfalls were heavy. I trembled with desire and anticipation as I felt the bed lower, his weight squashing the mattress. I whimpered into the gag as I felt his hot breath huffing down my crack.

My boyfriend had licked me back there... once, and then complained about the taste. Something told me this beast of a man wasn't going to balk at the taste of a sweaty taint. His breath was so hot, flowing over my naked trembling back, running down my taint, it made me gasp and push my ass back towards him. Then I felt it – his tongue, broad and long, lapping over my taint. Fuck, it was so good. I squealed and moaned, my cock drooling pre onto the bedsheets non-stop.

I couldn't remember his tongue feeling that big in my mouth, yet as it swirled around my puckered entrance, I wasn't going to question anything. His beard felt far softer down between my cheeks, the hair tickling just like fur. Yet the sensations of his tongue overrode any warnings of my mind. With a moan his tongue forced its way inside my doughnut, and I cried out. It was thick and wonderful, warm and alive.

He dined on my ass like only a starving bear can, his tongue swirling and thrusting, worming its way deeper. Electric thrills ran through me. My mind spun as he found my prostate, his tongue fucking me far better than any man ever had. My legs and arms all kicked, pulling at the bungee cords, writhing on my chest as I tried to stretch my bindings far enough to get my hand to my cock. However, no matter how much I twisted, I couldn't manage to reach.

Then I felt his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. My brain told me what they were, but with his tongue dancing inside me, I couldn't focus, couldn't realise what was happening. I didn't want to acknowledge what he was. I accepted those two huge paws, welcomed them even as his tongue buried and squirmed its way deeper and deeper into my ass. I could feel his nails, like long claws, tugging on my hot sweaty body. All I cared about was the feeling and sensations within, my cock screaming at me, begging me to play with it, to bring it the release I so badly needed.

His muzzle (and that is what I knew it was) thrust against my pucker, his huge nose huffing down my back. What was eating me out wasn't human. You know what it was, right? Still, the feelings and sensations held dominion over my mind. I wanted him, I needed him. I would have done anyone, anything, to keep that sensation going. Then when he pulled his tongue out, I squealed and cried out, not in fear but in anger, frustration. I wanted the sensations back.

The snarl of my lover caught my ear, and I felt his body crawling over mine. He had been big but now he was far beyond. I was tiny against his frame. His fur was engulfing me. His paws reached down, and I felt the softness of his pads on my skin. I trembled in fear as I felt a firm, hot member pressing to my dripping pucker. It was my last moment as myself, and I feared it might be my last night on Earth.

With a thrust so powerful it drove me deep into the mattress, his cock pushed past my pitiful defences like they were nothing, and I screamed into the gag. There was no escape, no mercy, no hope for me. Yet as I arched my back, the pain blossoming in my mind, I felt his solid warmth above me, and I felt strangely comforted. His powerful hips pressed up against mine, his monstrous cock fully inside me and resting. My beast waited and let me adjust. I could hardly believe what was happening. I would have thought it was a dream, but for the pain inside me and his warm weight pinning me down.

The beast began to roll his hips, and his huge cock rocked gently inside me, the movement far more gentle than I expected. The pain of the initial brutal entry faded, and then something unexpected – his cock brushed my prostate. With a moan, I felt a twinge of pleasure, small at first, but it grew with each passing moment. I couldn't believe that my cock was swelling again, but as its gentle assault continued, I felt my maleness swelling and beginning to once again ache with the need to be touched.

His touch was almost tender as his paws slid down my arms. He caressed my shoulders and then I felt the warmth of his breath and his tongue on the nape on my neck. I trembled a little in fear and yet the warm sensations flowing ever stronger up my body calmed my nerves. With a cry I felt his furry muzzle pressing to my skin, his huge nose huffing as he drank in the scent of his mate.

I didn't struggle, and I was shocked to find my hips rocking back willingly. With a grunt and a huff, the beast picked up its pace, sliding more and more of its maleness out and shoving it back harder. My ass clenched and spasmed around the invading maleness. I had never felt something so huge and yet, somehow, it felt right inside me. My body pressed back against him, sweaty skin pushing against plush fur.

With each motion my body rocked, his hips driving my forward, my cock fully erect once more and aching under me. I bit down hard on the gag, whimpering and yet desperate. My head spun with the sensations, his solid warmth above me, I can't explain why the fear vanished I just knew he meant no harm. Something in his touch, the tenderness of his snuffly kisses down my neck and the aim of his cock forever hitting my pleasure spots. All of it combined to make the taking of my body something far less brutal than it could have been.

The pleasure grew moment by moment, somehow I couldn't stop myself. I submitted to this beast willingly, wantonly pushing back into it's thrusts. I wanted it. I felt a burning need inside me, and all I cared about was the pleasure of its thrusting cock. It is surprising how quickly pleasure can make you accept even the most absurd of situations, betray even your most basic of morals. Instinct again, it feels good keep doing it my body was begging me, not that I had any choice.

Soon, I was gasping and panting, pushing back again and again, wanting him to go faster and deeper. Which he did, rocking his hips with more and more power, rutting me endlessly. My cock screaming under me and my balls aching, heavy with a load of seed building for what felt like hours. I could feel a huge furry sack smacking against my taint with each rough thrust. He didn't need my encouragement anymore. He rutted into me with bestial intent, ramming his cock into my ever more willing fuck-hole. I screamed and screamed with pleasure against the ball gag and gave everything to my beast lover.

Yet even in those moments of passion, where the breath caught in my throat and the power of his mating made me feel weak, I felt safe under him. The powerful frame surrounding me, his furry body caressing against my hot flesh. His breath getting ragged and heavy, drool running down my back as he panted and gasped for air.

As pleasure unmeasured filled my body, and I could feel myself being driven closer and closer to orgasm, I couldn't hold anything back. I rocked into his hot furry body again and again. Then suddenly, I heard him roar, and then I felt pressure on my shoulder, dozens of sharp stabs; as his teeth sheered into my flesh. Pain filled my mind, only not just pain. I howled into the gag, but the rutting and stimulation of my prostate continued without mercy, pain and pleasure combining again to force me over my peak. I screamed and screamed as the beasts teeth sunk deeper into my flesh, at the same time my cock throbbed and ached spraying my cum onto the stained sheets below.

He barely grunted, and yet I could feel it – the flood inside my ass as he fucked his aching load into my spasming hole. I didn't feel what was happening to me. I noticed the ball gag slipping from my mouth. My muzzle too big for the little toy to contain it. My cries suddenly loud and echoing around the room, yet it was not my voice it was far deeper, more primal.

The loose bungee cords began to stretch as my arms grew, new alien muscles rippling and flexing for the first time. A warmth surrounded my body as the pleasure of our shared orgasm permeated us both. The pain from the bite faded and as he let go I felt the warmth of his broad tongue, lapping tenderly at my wounds, almost lovingly, his nose bumping my shoulder.

His fur was no longer stroking against my skin; instead, I could feel every single hair, as my fur mixed with his. There was nothing I could do and yet nothing I wanted more than to lay there with him, I could feel him so close, the beat of his heart reverberating though my back. The gentleness of his claws and he caressed my changing body.

The change took mere seconds and yet those seconds felt like decades, but wonderful, beautiful moments. I remember the feelings – bliss, strength, power, confidence. The world suddenly grew light as my eyes changed, my nose telling me far more than it ever had before, filling in every detail my eyes could not.

As our rough mating ended, his cock was pulled from within me, and I felt so empty. Then the light was turned on, and I beheld my lover – seven foot tall a mass of golden fur, his eyes golden and glowing as they looked at me. He was bear shaped, mostly, though I could see a thumb on his giant paws and he stood upright like a man. I could also see my own paws, just as big as his, my arms covered in thick golden fur.

His body was huge, broad beyond belief, his frame seemed immense. His paws had doubled in size, each finger ending in a long black talon. His cock larger than the huge meat I had sucked on, even as it softened and retreated into a huge sheath, black skin shining and drilling with cum. A huge set of furry balls were nestled between his huge thighs, the fur matted with the cum that had overflowed from my ass.

It was then he explained who he was, who I had become. I struggled as my rational mind returned and I began to panic. I could see my own huge paws, my furry arms and looking down my furry body. I roared and howled for help, begged him to change me back, I needed to be myself again, just like you did.

He gave me a sad look, then he sat down on the bed stroking my head and I found myself nuzzling his paw. As I wept and begged he told me what I was, what he was; a were, a creature of a world long passed. He told me that there was very few of his kind left, they had been hunted to near extinction. It was the wolves that had done it, they had not controlled themselves, breeding too fast, taking too many provoking the humans.

My father, for that is who he is now and will ever be, he escaped the hunters and hid for many decades, fighting hard against his instinct, the need to breed. It is strong in our people, you will feel it soon. With his help I have fought it until today, until he gave me permission to chose a son.

I know you are scared right now, confused. It is only natural, soon you will understand. It is a gift, a rare and beautiful one, you are something truly special and to me truly beloved. You are my son and his grandson, you will be protected and cared for in ways you cannot imagine. There is a world about to open to you, one full of dangers and yet so many wonders.

The first change is the roughest, the most distressing. That's why we turn out the lights, to keep our lover calm. We bind them to our beds to keep them from fighting, and gag them to keep them from calling for help. It is a kindness, for once they accept the bear, the pleasure of their new life is boundless. He made me more than I was, more than I ever could be.

Someday, when the mating instinct takes hold of you, you will seek out a lover to make my grandson. I know right now you can't see it. I know the questions running through your mind – the same ones that ran through mine. Hell, you might fight back like I did, try to bottle up your desires, your needs and wants.

However, the beast is inside you now. He doesn't know fear or reason. All he knows is desire, and he will never relent. You can't fight your instincts, and eventually you won't want to... my cub... my son... my love.

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