Let It Loose, Pt. 3
By Coistrel
Brian gazed down at Daniel, his Daniel, securely bound in the black leather sling that hung on steel chains from the basement ceiling. He took in every inch of the young man's body, exposed and vulnerable, completely at his mercy. Daniel's wrists and ankles were secured halfway up the chains with the same leather cuffs that had bound him to the wooden platform four nights earlier. His naked torso gleamed with sweat, which collected in the hewn etches of his abdominal muscles and between his twitching pectorals. His stretched arms flexed as he twisted in anticipation, his biceps forming glistening baseballs of smooth, youthful flesh. Brian had already been unusually rough on him this session, but the more he gave the more Daniel seemed to want, and he was determined to discover the boy's natural boundaries.
Brian, also naked, stood between Daniel's nearly hairless legs and felt up and down along the taut, powerful thighs and lithe calves, and fingered the no-nonsense leather ankle restraints, which were at eye level. He noticed the beauty of Daniel's feet for the first time: strong but small, the fair skin erotically offset by the dark leather that constrained them. Daniel's legs kept up the same anticipatory movement, flexing and unflexing, twisting slightly, causing the sling to sway ever so gently, weirdly akin to a baby rocking in a cradle. But this baby had a six-inch erect cock lying on its abdomen, and two hairless but substantial balls hanging in weighty fullness above a puckering asshole that had been invaded twice already that day by Brian's ramming cock.
Brian had been fucking Daniel more or less nonstop since the morning Daniel transformed. Daniel's libido had obviously skyrocketed with the liberation of becoming a werewolf; his lust was insatiable, almost alarming. His desire for Brian's body combined with the perception that his new shifting ability was only triggered by sex with Brian created a power relationship between them that seemed to fuel the fire for both of them. Daniel needed Brian's cock in order to transform (or so he thought). Brian was more than happy to oblige, but on his terms. He got off on withholding Daniel's power from him, of keeping the wolf on a short leash. To his mild surprise, Daniel seemed to like it too. Brian wondered whether this was because of the association in Daniel's mind of his first revelatory experience of raw animal carnality with his original imprisonment and minatory domination by the werewolf. Or maybe bottoms are born not made.
Brian had learned that Daniel's submissive tendencies were best exploited in the form of long sessions of tortuous cockteasing and verbal domination while under heavy physical restraint. He'd bring Daniel to the brink of orgasm/transformation, glimpse the enraged, horny animal trapped inside the boy, and then frustrate it by backing off. He could see the wolf retreat, only to push against its cage door even harder the next time. This gave Brian an erotic thrill that always nearly hurtled him into his own transformation.
"We're going to try something new tonight, Daniel". Brian surprised his young charge; neither had spoken in over an hour.
"Yes, sir". Daniel looked directly into Brian's eyes; he seemed to gain strength and assurance from the confidence he saw there.
"Your shifting powers have developed quickly. I've been impressed with your precociousness. But the next step will be to achieve greater control over the localized, or partial, transformation. Once you are able to control the isolated areas, you will have much better flexibility regarding the whole-body shift. Do you understand?" Brian played up the stentorian aspect; he knew Daniel got off on that. He tried not to let it get too hokey. The truth was he was making all this up as he went along. What did he know about lycanthropy? Nobody ever gave him an instruction manual.
"Yes, sir. I'm ready". Daniel steeled himself for what was coming next. Brian reached down and began to stroke Daniel's gleaming chest, then twisted the erect nipples until Daniel winced. He took Daniel's tumescent cock in his right hand and pumped it slowly a few times, then lowered his head down toward it, looking his captive in the eye all the while. Without losing eye contact, he slowly took the head into his mouth, then probed the slit with the tip of his tongue and licked the underside. After swirling around the head for awhile, he quickly took the entire length into his mouth through the tight ring of his moistened lips, swallowing it to the base. Daniel looked on in abject lust as his cock disappeared into Brian's throat. He finally let his head drop back as a low moan escaped him. Brian continually frustrated him by taking him to the brink of orgasm and then easing back. Daniel's hands balled into fists in their restraints above him; the leather was beginning to chafe his wrists but he knew not to complain. Besides, the discomfort distracted him just enough to keep him from coming, and the longer he could fend off orgasm the greater chance he had of feeling the transformation overcome his senses. He'd transformed enough times in the days since his first to easily recognize the physical signs: a prickly sensation on his skin, a roiling in his gut and chest, a vertiginous sensation in his head, dizziness accompanied by a trippy fishbowl-like visual effect, but most strongly a deranged sexual fixation on Brian's body. This element was so overpowering that it rendered the physical agony of the transformation into something altogether pleasurable and liberating. As his body changed, he found himself more and more able to give his wrenching desire for Brian physical expression. Only the truly animal, it seemed, could satisfy this need. He wondered whether this was also true for Brian, and whether he could feel it for someone other than Brian. Questions for later, he'd decided.
Brian's strong hands roamed Daniel's muscular torso as a pool of sweat gathered between the boy's back and the thick rectangle of black leather on which it lay. When he arched his back in reaction to Brian's expert fellatio, the separation made a sucking sound that would've made them both laugh in any other context. But right now Daniel felt that now-familiar sensation coming somehow simultaneously from inside his body and from outside himself, from some mysterious place hovering in the humid air between his body and Brian's. Brian sensed it as well, and let the boy's cock fall from his lips. It fell against his abdomen with a rude slap.
"Do you feel it?" He looked piercingly at Daniel's face. "Come out, little doggy. Daniel wants you to come out from your hiding place. He's a shy little boy. He needs the big bad wolf to come out from behind that tree and show him what nature does to you when you repress your natural desires. Daniel's been a chickenshit little boy his whole life, and now he's got a big fuckin' animal in him, so LET'S SEE IT". With those words Brian twisted his slave's nipples roughly, causing Daniel to cry out.
"I feel it! It's still coming. It's not stopping. It's because you're looking at me like that". His expression was one of slack-jawed distraction. Saliva dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. The impending shift was a freight train he couldn't stop. He didn't want it to stop, ever.
"Don't try to stop it. Focus the power on my right hand. Try to make it follow my hand, as if it's coming through me." Daniel tried, but he couldn't stay focused. He stared through the initial pain at Brian's hand as it rested on his quivering stomach.
Brian felt Daniel's stomach get hotter. He knew Daniel was trying, and partially succeeding. He felt a shuddering rumble in Daniel's abdomen under his palm, and for a brief second the flesh rippled in a wave. He lowered his other hand to Daniel's chest and felt nothing. It was working. He raised his right hand off Daniel's body and saw a patch of straggly fur localized there. Daniel's eyes widened when he saw it. As they both looked, the hairs slowly receded until only smooth human flesh remained.
"Did you see that? Stay focused. Now, let the power flow through both of my hands. Wherever they touch you, let the energy flow into your body." Daniel let his head fall back as he closed his eyes in concentration. He wanted so much to be able to do this, to please Brian with his abilities.
He pictured the wolf running towards him, teeth bared and ears pinned back. The wolf was an electrical pulse. He tried to be both calm and intensely focused. He though of Brian's body, and then Brian's transformed body, of Brian's cock invading his asshole with the savage power of the animal behind it.
Just then, he felt Brian's hands grip his shoulders. He must've come around to the other side while Daniel was in his reverie. He looked up at Brian's inverted image as the warm hands kneaded his shoulder muscles. He focused the pulse on those areas and immediately they began to feel the tingling, thousand-pinpricks sensation he knew so well. Brian rubbed his flesh, moving up to his neck and finally his chin, cupping it in his hands as he looked down into Daniel's eyes. He saw dark fur racing across the boy's shoulders and neck, and felt the sickening crunch of his clavicles and sternum reconfiguring. The boy's face was a rictus of pain. His sinewy body writhed, causing the chains holding the sling to creak and sway. Forcing Daniel's transformation to certain areas made it more painful, Brian realized. The body wanted to shift through natural stages; every part was connected.
He move his hands over Daniel's face, massaging his temples and eye sockets, moving down to his nose and cheeks. He lifted his hardening dick onto the boy's face and rubbed it over his forehead before pushing it against his lips until they opened. Brian held Daniel's face as he fucked his mouth. Daniel's eyes opened. There! Brian saw the mesmerizing yellow eyes of a carnivore. He removed his cock from the boy's mouth as Daniel's now furry face began to extend into a muzzle and his ears grew long and pointed. In three explosive thrusts his snout grew to its full length, accompanied by pained growls of successively lower register. When Daniel bared his new fangs Brian quickly stepped back. He was in uncharted territory here and didn't know exactly how to proceed. He went back around to the other end of the sling and stepped between Daniel's legs, which were still completely human, as was his lower torso. But Daniel's face was no longer there. The canine head on the human body was like something out of an old myth. He stared in wonder as the creature hissed and tried to snap at the out-of-reach cuffs around Daniel's wrists. The wolf then looked at Brian, down his naked torso to his erect cock, and slowly back up to his face. Brian thought: The wolf wants me. It'd fuck me senseless if it could.
Careful to avoid touching Daniel further, Brian gripped the chains above Daniel's feet and stared in fascination at the creature before him. The body of a young male athlete, arms and legs held aloft by leather cuffs, the twitching body ready to completely transform, the glistening erect cock, and the fully formed head of a ravenous wolf, looking up at his body with unconcealed desire. He couldn't let Daniel shift any further, he knew, because of the danger posed by restraining his body. There was almost no give in the cuffs, and he didn't know what would happen to a physically changing body so tightly restricted. He waited a few minutes for the wolf to recede and Daniel to re-emerge. When nothing happened, he realized he'd have to leave the room because the wolf's arousal at seeing his body was keeping Daniel in a transformed state. He decided to retreat upstairs for a few minutes, although nervous about leaving Daniel alone. As he walked up the stairs, he heard the wolf howl, a chilling expression of demanding lust that sent shivers down Brian's spine.
After an agonizing five-minute wait, Brian quietly opened the door to the basement stairs and listened. Nothing. He descended slowly, just as he had that first night when he'd abducted Daniel to become his companion. He remembered the look on Daniel's face that night when he'd stepped naked into the room. Fear and desire, that eternal combination, the shaking body, that intoxicatingly desirable young body. The war obviously going on in his mind, all the battling polarities: lust/shame, fear/aggression, human/animal. As soon as Brian saw this story written on Daniel's face, he knew instinctively that he'd chosen the right person.
As he passed the wooden platform from that night, he could see the suspended sling around the corner of the L-shaped basement. Daniel, the human Daniel, lay there. Brian positioned himself between Daniel's legs.
"How do you feel, Daniel?"
Daniel practically barked. "Please fuck me, sir". Brian was surprised. He'd assumed Daniel would be exhausted from the day's events. The forcefulness of the demand made him hard.
"I think we've had enough for one day, Daniel. Let me get you out of this thing and we'll go to sleep, all right?" He moved to unfasten one of the ankle cuffs from the chain, but Daniel shook his leg in protest. The chain clanked.
"No, sir. You don't understand. That experience, that partial shift. I was two beings at once. For the first time, I was the wolf but I was also me, observing the scene, like from a corner of my mind. I was helpless to do anything, but I could see everything. When I shift completely, my human mind and my animal mind battle each other for primacy, which makes my feelings confused and conflicting. But just now I could let the werewolf have free rein since the rational me was, I don't know, watching over it. It's hard to describe. But I know now how much it wants you. A part of me that remembers, with complete clarity, was a witness to this, this total desire. I can't forget now, it needs to have you or I'm going to go crazy."
Daniel's words were driving Brian into a frenzy of lust. He was stroking his cock as Daniel spoke, and now let it fall at the pink rosebud of the young man's asshole. He leaned forward and took Daniel's left nipple into his mouth, sucking it and slathering his tongue over it as Daniel's head fell back with a sigh. He bathed Daniel's sweat-covered chest with his slick tongue, making his way down his popping abs to the turgid cock, swallowing it completely, feeling its heat, possessing it. Daniel moaned. Brian gripped Daniel's calves and kissed each one in turn, exploring the smooth, powerful legs with his tongue, inhaling the heady scent of young male flesh. That young-man smell that goes away after 21 or so, usually sooner; but Daniel had it and it drove Brian to distraction. He felt like he could swallow him whole.
He then walked around to Daniel's head, and pulled it down roughly so that the boy's mouth was in line with his cock. "I'm going to ram this thing up your ass, kid. It's up to you whether it's wet or dry."
Daniel opened his mouth and drew the cock in hungrily, coating it with spit, allowing Brian to shove it down his throat, until the scrotum slapped rudely against his nose. Brian twisted the captive's nipples until he hissed in pain. He could see Daniel's throat muscles moving in reaction to his pistoning cock. He leaned forward and took Daniel's cock into his mouth and matched the rhythm of Daniel's sucking with his own. After a couple of minutes of this blissful double sensation, Brian could feel the beginnings of the change coalescing in his gut. He eased his cock out of Daniel's mouth and moved back around to the other end. He stood looking at Daniel's heaving body as he stroked his slickened member, then moved forward quickly and impaled the screaming boy's ass in one brutal thrust. Daniel's head popped up and he stared in wide-eyed wonder at the place where Brian's body entered his own. Brian felt the shift coming on rapidly. He moved in and out, establishing a rhythm, retreating almost to the point where his cock would fall out of his prisoner's ass before burying it back in with a grunt. With each thrust he could feel the transformation approaching. He put his hands around Daniel's waist to steady himself. Then, suddenly, a burst of colors in his field of vision, and searing pain in rapid waves, starting in his chest and radiating out to his arms and legs. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to focus on the sensation of his cock in Daniel's tight ass. It seemed to be getting tighter, but then he realized it was his cock getting bigger, becoming the monstrously large organ of the werewolf. He opened his eyes and looked down. His arms were covered with fur, his rough hands now featuring black claws that dug into Daniel's sides, starting to draw blood. He quickly removed them, and with the last few seconds of human rationality available to him he reached up and clumsily unfastened the cuffs that held Daniel's arms and legs. He needed to free Daniel in case he transformed. Daniel's legs lowered to rest on Brian's shoulders, while his hands fell down to his own chest, one hand twisting his nipple and the other reaching for his cock. He must've been waiting to touch it for hours now. The look of bliss on his face, that angelic but sensuous face, hurled Brian into the next phase of the shift. He struggled to stay upright as his legs and feet miraculously changed shape, forcing him up onto his toes as dark fur rapidly covered his hindquarters and the tail newly-emerged from his backside. The muscles of his arms and shoulders became denser and more defined before becoming subsumed beneath the sensuous fur that now covered his body from head to toe. Daniel followed these developments in total astonishment. He'd never experienced one of Brian's transformations while simultaneously being fucked; he could feel Brian's cock growing inside him, and could sense Brian's increasingly aggressive eroticism in his actions and the look in his gorgeous animal eyes. He could see Brian's washboard abs beneath the stripe of white fur going down the center of his torso. He could feel the luxuriousness of the fur of Brian's shoulders on his calves as they balanced there. As he looked on, Brian's face disappeared behind the growing muzzle, which sprouted silvery whiskers as long fangs became visible. Brian's breathing became abrupt snorting snarls as he glared down at Daniel's vulnerable body. The wolf fucking the young man began to thrust ever more violently, each rapid push matched with a menacing growl. The extremity of the werewolf's passion and the blow-your-house-down primal force of its roaring voice triggered Daniel's own shift. He groaned and his head swiveled from side to side as the change erupted from deep within his body. His legs, still resting on Brian's shoulders, stretched and reformed into their wolfen form at the same time as his torso, arms, and scrotum were overrun with gray fur. As Daniel writhed and twisted on the spear of Brian's cock, his boyish face contorted into the face of the carnivore his lust created. At the moment Daniel's muzzle was fully formed, Brian's cock exploded into Daniel's anus, several propulsive cannon shots of werewolf seed shooting up into his transformed body. Brian's deafening howl sent Daniel over the precipice, and his own cock erupted in a geyser of hot semen, several shots hitting Brian in the fur of his chest and the rest splattering on his own heaving abdomen. The werewolf lovers looked into each other's eyes as they eased down from their mutual orgasm. Brian leaned down and buried his muzzle in the soft fur of Daniel's neck, exhaling deeply and closing his eyes. Daniel wrapped his arms around Brian's powerful body, letting the animal musk fill his nostrils.
When Brian awoke, he was lying in a fetal position on the floor next to the sling. He always felt fortunate when he managed to sleep through the reversal back to human form, as it was physically painful and there wasn't a sexual element to distract him and heighten the sensations. It was just pain.
He looked around, but Daniel was nowhere to be seen. He stood up slowly; he was always a little shaky and enervated after a shift. He suddenly felt cold and bounded up the stairs to get into clothes and find Daniel. As he pulled on jeans and his favorite old sweater, he called Daniel's name, then went up to the attic bedroom to see if Daniel had crashed there for some reason. Not finding him, he checked the clock on the bedside table and speculated that since it was 2:15 am now, he'd probably been asleep on the floor for over an hour. He went back to his own room and found Daniel's clothes in a rumpled heap on the floor, the only clothes Daniel had since he hadn't returned home since the first night they'd met. Uh oh.
He went downstairs to the kitchen, and saw the back door wide open, and the realization hit him. The werewolf was loose. Where had Daniel gone? What was he looking for? Brian sat on the back steps and wondered what to do next.
In the park, in a notorious cruising area, a young man and his new friend (as of five minutes ago) look into each other's eyes as they feel each other up under their t-shirts. After a couple of minutes of perfunctory kissing, the taller one pushes down on the shoulders of the shorter one, who obligingly sinks down to his knees in the wet grass. He strokes the other's thighs as the belt buckle is clumsily unfastened, then helps push the denim down, and the white briefs with it. The freed semi-erect cock rises to greet the kneeling boy's grateful mouth, and the standing man's large hands settle on either side of the other's head, helpfully guiding the mouth onto the stiffening prick. A surprised, somewhat muffled "mrff" comes from the boy, who tries to pull away, but the owner of the offending object only pushes his head harder onto the engorged shaft. As he does this, he hears a sound in the growth of trees off to his right, on the other side of the empty path. He'd thought they were alone; it was a quiet night and they'd walked a good fifty yards down the little-used path, away from the more popular cruising circuits. A rustle in the branches, could've been a raccoon. He refocuses his attention on screwing this young lad's mouth. He wishes the little guy'd stop with the drama and just fuckin' take it. These first-timers, he thought: they think they know what they want, talk the talk, and then suddenly become little ingenues when it actually starts getting fun.
In the distance, from between the branches, the werewolf looks on.
to be continued (?)
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