With a commanding aura as the full moon in the night sky, Craig sauntered towards the local watering hole. His long, flowing, golden locks, reminiscent of a wild wolf's pelt in the sun, cascaded down to his broad shoulders and rippling muscles. He was proud of his mane. To him and his pack it symbolized both his masculinity and a symbol of his alpha leadership. The leather jacket he wore clung to him like a second skin, accentuating his imposing physique. His biker boots stomped with each step, a powerful rhythm that sounded like dominance.
In his wake trailed his pack of burly men, their testosterone-charged excitement radiating off them in waves. They rode their motorcycles - their hogs - with an air of anticipation that was almost electric. Their alpha was on the prowl again, ready to take more sexy, unsuspecting women back to be used.
Their pack wasn't just any ordinary group of bikers; they were werewolves, led by Craig - the most formidable Alpha among them. He was born a werewolf and had been breeding and taking sluts and bitches since he was a young pup. He knew he was meant to be an alpha, and that confidence, that dominance forced all others to know it to. He had an uncanny knack for selecting women who appeared uptight and prim but harbored hidden desires for something wilder than anything they'd ever known before. His cock just tasted too good, they all begged him to take them, to own them. He took who he wanted even if they belonged to other members.
Craig's reputation preceded him; he was known for his ability to break in these women with a raw sensuality that left them yearning for more. His conquests would soon become willing participants in their pack's debauchery, able to even transform proper ladies into insatiable sluts within their ranks, addicted to his alpha scent and yearning for more.
In the world of werewolves, the Alpha's word was law. Craig's pack knew that their leader would always get first dibs at these women. But they also knew that once he'd had his fill, they'd get their turn to enjoy these newly minted sluts and bitches. Their anticipation was palpable as they waited for Craig to emerge triumphant with his latest conquest. Craig was the alpha of the most dangerous pack of werewolves in the city. Standing at 6 foot two with 225 pounds of pure muscle, he was on the hunt. Halloween was in a week and this year it came with a full moon. His wolfish sex drive was reeving up and he needed to ‘get off’.
Vlad sauntered up to Craig. The clear number two of the pact, Vlad was in well-worn biker shorts, his unkempt beard (and thick waistline) made noise at he approached his master and Alpha. He would try, knowing there was not much he could do, "Craig, just please…please remember…" he started, his voice low and measured.
Craig turned to him, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips as he eyed the bar he’d gotten some hot pieces of ass before, "Remember what, Vlady?" he drawled, the smug undertone in his voice unmistakable.
Vlad sighed, running a hand through his messy beard. "The last batch of female betas you brought in... they were left totally…fuck, they were spent after you...."
Craig's smirk widened into a full-blown grin at Vlad's words. "Can't handle their alpha's monstrous poundings, huh?"
Vlad shook his head, frustration creeping into his tone. "It's not just about them being unable to handle it... By the time the rest of us got our turns with your bitches - there was…was nothing left to fuck."
Craig laughed. His hoes were known for their insatiable appetites - but he hadn't expected them to be so worn out from their sessions with him…but Craig was an alpha, they offered him everything and he just took more and more and more.
"They're completely addicted to you," Vlad continued seriously. "They mindlessly fuck the rest of us - it's boring as hell."
"Well," Craig said with a chuckle, leaning back against the wall nonchalantly. "Can you blame them?” He snarled while grabbing his junk. “Once they've had a taste of this alpha cock, everything else pales in comparison." He smirked seeing a Vlad’s demeanor change into a more submissive posture with his eyes locked on the bulge. Craig felt a stirring of arousal watching his second in command show his deference. On some level, though he’d never admit it, Craig saw Vlad as his equal in looks and attitude. He definitely had a similar build. Seeing him yield secretly excited Craig.
"Maybe so," Vlad conceded grudgingly. "But you need to be more careful with these sluts. An Alpha should…should take what he wants, but he also needs to…to provide for his pack..."
Craig's lips curled into a smug smirk, his dismissive shrug brushing off Vlad's words like they were nothing more than dust on his shoulder. His eyes glinted in the moonlight, and he shot out his massive, hairy pecks, a clear message to all the man-bitches of the pack: He was in charge here. If they couldn't keep up with him... well, that was their problem.
"You beg like a fucking bitch, Vlad" Craig growled, his voice echoing out into the night as he grabbed hold of his cock. The scent of musk filled the air, a primal declaration of dominance that left no room for argument. "If you've got a problem with how I run things, then step up."
His words hung heavy in the silence before he continued. "That's right, Vlad," he sneered, "if you want to be Alpha, then challenge me. But we both know you're not man enough."
Craig's voice cut through the laughter, icy and sharp as a wolf's fang. "You remember how I got to be top dog, right?" He leaned back, a smug grin splitting his face, "I fucked my way up. Started with that ass of our former alpha. Showed him who was the real Alpha in this pack, fucking his top women right in front of him." His laughter echoed around the pact, filled with brash confidence. He wanted all his men that Vlad was sticking up for to hear him, to remember their place rather than beg him for scraps.
"Then," he continued, his gaze sweeping over them all like he owned every soul in sight, which he basically did. "I claimed every cunt and pussy that caught my eye - didn't matter if they were someone else's bitch or not. Old hog-riders like you never saw anything like it. My growl, my strength…my fucking cock made me the top, fucking wolf here…
"I fuck when I want," Craig boasted, his hand moving rhythmically over himself, knowing they all liked what they saw. "I take what I want." His gaze swept over Vlad again with a predatory grin. "And if any of you Beta-Wolves think you can stop me... well," he chuckled darkly at the thought before finishing with a triumphant smirk, "...you're welcome to try. Until then, I’m going into the same shitty bar where I found my last redhead skank…I’m in the mood for something fiery tonight!"
They all cheered him on. Vlad receded back, like a good number two. Craig thought nothing of it. He was so hard, and horny, and ready for a good fuck or a good fight. He gazed around at the various female patrons try to decide which one would be his newest conquest. With his blond hair and good looks, he never had a problem “laying pipe”, as he called it.
As he looked around at the bar, he noticed a young man staring back at him. Unlike every man Craig encountered, this slightly built, 5-foot eight man did not break eye contact to gaze down. The werewolf alpha, who was in his mid 30s, figured the young man to be about 25. Amused by him this punk trying to eyeball contest him, Craig walked over to confront him. Though he was clearly not a threat to him in anyway, the alpha in him would not allow any challenge to pass. After all, the only thing that got an alpha wolf off more than fucking…was fighting.
“You got a problem, kid?” Craig arrogantly stated as he confronted the young man.
“No problem at all,” the young man coolly replied. Far from being intimidated, he had a smirk on his face. “Just checking out the sight,” he added.
Craig could feel his irritation rising. Usually by now his mere presence would’ve browbeaten any other guy. However, this “kid”, far from being cowed, was totally unconcerned. “And what sight would that be?” an angry Craig asked
“You,” he responded as his smile group wider. “I’d say you’re one great piece of beef. The type of tasty treat I just…love to sync my teeth into.”
A stunned Craig glared at the blonde haired, blue eyed young man. “You’ve got a hell of a nerve punk,” he growled. He could feel his inner wolf nature rising to the surface.
“And you have a hell of a…fuckable ass.” man surprisingly replied. “Plowing beefy, round bubble-butts are my specialty. I bet you howl when you get fucked, don’t you wolf-boy?”
Craig’s hands formed into fists. “What the fuck did you say?” He angrily replied. Being mocked or even cruised by another man enraged him. His alpha nature was not going to let this punk get away with it. His bloodlust rose, his claws grew through his nails.
“Look, if you guys are gonna have a fight take it outside in the alley,” the nervous bartender said to both men, knowing he had no real control over Craig, “Please,” he added with respect hoping showing deference would get Craig to do as requested.
Craig stared at the young man, then at the bartender, then back at the other man. “I don’t have a problem with that,” he said with a sneer on his face. “I’ll take a whiskey straight up. Have it ready in five minutes.” He looked again at the other guy who was still grinning. “This won’t take long.” By now his inner wolf was raring to go. He moved to the back door. “Come on kid. I’m gonna kick your ass.”
The young man, still smiling, nodded to the bartender who winked back at him. “More like I’m going to fuck yours,” he said out loud as he followed Craig into the alley.
Craig has agreed to step outside simply because did not want his pack to witness the fight. An alpha quickly ripping apart such a small and unassuming man was not worthy of his strength and position. Still, his bloodlust would not go down. He had already registered some potential female mates inside the bar. However, after he broke this challenger in two, there would time to let his wolf pheromones do their job. Craig knew it would be a short, brutal match, and then he could fuck anything he wanted to celebrate.
Craig turned and got into a fighting stance, his teeth bare, his claws extended. Every one of his muscles exploded and tensed to prepare to put this little cunt in his place. “I’m gonna give you a real beat down kid,” he laughingly stated. “You ran your mouth at me, now I’m gonna make you HOWL!”
“The name is Andre. I’m far from being a kid,” he answered as eyes suddenly went darker. “Oh, the only ass getting whipped is going to be yours…and fucked,” he added. He growled as his fang extended.
“Vampire,” a shocked Craig hissed.
“Yes…I’ve always wanted a pet wolf,” he rasped. The smaller Andrew person moved, with lightning speed, to slam Craig into the wall of the building.
******
A naked Craig came to and found himself bound to a Saint Andrews Cross. “What the fuck?” he growled as he pulled at the leather straps which held his ankles and wrist to the cross. The last thing he remembered was being out in the alley and the shock he felt when the kid charged Adam. He had a recollection of a blow to his stomach that drove the air out of his lungs and getting his head slammed into a brick wall. He next had a hazy memory of barely staying on his feet seconds before the grinning young man gave him a powerful uppercut that had his eyes roll up in their sockets before sending everything into darkness
“Well, I’m glad you’re awake,” voice said from behind him.
Craig tried to turn around but found that his head’s movement was limited by the metal dog collar that had been attached to his neck and secured to the wall behind the cross. “You better let me the fuck out of here,” he yelled.
“I will, after you’ve been properly housebroken,” the voice told him. Seconds later Andre came around to face Craig, “My what a gorgeous prize. What a lovely pet you’ll make,” he teased. “I like heavily muscled men with furry chests,” he joked as he reached out and let his hands run the thick chest hairs of Craig’s well-developed pectorals. “I must say for an alpha, you certainly pack an impressive set of balls too as well as a thick uncut cock. However, I really don’t have any use for the later…but that ass…” he paused.
“I'm going to fuck you up when I get out of this,” a defiant Craig shouted.
“Oh, I can't have all of this noise,” Andre replied. He swiftly punched Craig in the stomach.
“Oooofff,” Craig grunted as the air was driven out of his lungs. The other man quickly inserted a ball gag into his open mouth and tightly secured it.
“Ah, now that's much better.” He laughed as he watched an enraged Craig struggling in his bindings; his protests muffled by gag that lodged between his teeth.
With a sashay that could only be described as tantalizingly feminine, Andre sauntered away from the restrained Craig. His hips swayed seductively with each step, his movements confusing the straight and powerful Alpha. "I must admit," he purred, his voice dripping with sultry undertones, "I don't usually entertain the idea of having werewolves in my collection. You creatures are too coarse for my liking, your musk so smelly and your bodies unrefined to my usual tastes. But...”
With a snap of his manicured fingers, the room's door swung open.
In stepped Vlad, Craig's second-in-command. Gone was his rugged biker attire; instead, he was dressed impeccably in a crisp servant’s uniform that emphasized his muscular form. The long beard was braided into something more refined and interesting. The sight brought an approving smile to Andre's lips, and a confused growl from Craig.
"This one," he gestured towards Vlad, "had the audacity to try and rob me." A dark chuckle escaped Andre’s lips as he continued. "So, I took it upon myself to claim his mind...to punish him like a bad doggy deserves to be punished. Oh boy did he sing for me once I got inside that weak little canine mind. Vlad was soooo forthcoming about his pack, no mental defenses against a superior mind like mind. He had so much to tell me, particularly about his sexy alpha with an untouched ass that seemed sculpted by divine hands. We set you up tonight. In fact, he was quite eager to help.”
"I must say," Andre smirked devilishly at Craig while suggestively caressing Vlad's broad chest, knowing he owned it, “he painted quite the picture of you...his dominant alpha with such an irresistible ass...it got me all hot and bothered. I believe he unconsciously craved to be fucked by you too."
Craig struggled in his bindings. Watching the vampire fondle his second in command like he was some bitch filled him with rage. “Mine,” he tried to growl though his gag. His wolf senses could smell the heady sexual, must coming off the stimulated Vlad. The effect on Craig was to activate his own erotic stimulation.
A wicked gleam sparked in Andre's eyes as he noticed Craig becoming semi-erect. He leaned closer to Craig's bound figure. "I thought why not see how long it would take me to turn you smelly wolves into my obedient little pets?" He whispered huskily into Craig's ear before pulling back, his laughter echoing in the room.
"Wouldn't it be fun to have the big bad alpha become my good little doggy...my obedient man-bitch?" Andre's seductive vampire voice was an intoxicating blend of raw desire and commanding authority. It was a challenge to the primal instincts that ran deep within Craig, the Alpha werewolf. Yet, to his shock, he found himself inexplicably drawn towards this seemingly smaller man. His confusion was evident in his wide-eyed gaze. He watched in a mixture of fascination and growing desire as Andre felt up Vlad until the later was actually purring. Craig had never seen another man, especially a smaller man like this, so in control of another man. Watching Andre’s hand caress Vlad’s muscled torso and fully dominating him, mesmerized Craig.
‘Yes,” Vlad moaned as his cock dripped.
Craig ‘s brain was going crazy at the sight as his latent lust for Vlad finally broke free. As Andre continued, Craig began to smell the same musky sensual odor from him- one that all werewolves emitted when sexually aroused. Craig's wolfish urge to mate slowly began to seep into every aspect of his brain
"I’m eager to test my power over you," Andre taunted, a devilish grin playing on his lips. His words were like a spark igniting the dormant desires within Craig. “But first,” he said with a guttural growl while gripping Vlad’s beard with an iron strength to force the taller Vlad to gaze at him.
"Tell me," he demanded, his voice as cold and hard as steel. "After all my torments, are you still the obedient bitch you always were?"
Vlad nodded in submission, producing a whimper not characteristic of his kind’s known strength and prowess, but instead reminiscent of a feeble puppy. The sound sent shivers down Craig's spine…what kind of power did this little guy have to do this? His brain tried to process everything that was going on. If he was a true alpha, how could this vampire have so easily knocked him out and worse, reduced his second in command to a sex slave. Two parts of his personality were now at war within him. One part was the alpha that he had always considered himself to be, the other a wolf’s instinctive primeval urge to submit when one faces a more superior wolf. Also coupled with that was his increasing sexual needs to ejaculate thanks to the heady, sensual odor both wolves were giving off.
"And what should I do to disobedient dogs?" Andre questioned further. His eyes gleamed with anticipation.
The question hung heavy in the air between them, stirring up a storm of lust within Vlad that made him squirm under Andre's intense gaze. His arousal was palpable; it filled the room with the overpowering, intoxicating scent of a wolf in heat caused Craig’s cock to throb in anticipation. Am I disobedient dog , he thought. His eyes grew wide at what he had just asked himself. No, I’m not someone’s dog , he frantically told himself even as he couldn’t take his focus of Vlad being reduced into obedience. He was close to being on the edge of that critical moment that would shatter his self-confidence. He had never felt so helpless before, and that only contributed to his inner wolfs inclination to yield to the creature that had done it to him. Parts of his brain were being enveloped with the sexual stimulation that was occurring within his body as he slipped into a rutting mode.
"Bad...bad dogs should be put...in their place," Vlad stuttered out eventually, his voice barely more than a whisper. When Andre slapped Vlad’s nutsack, he squealed in pleasure. The sound echoed through the room like sweet music to Andre's ears. His smoky eyes darkened with desire as he leaned closer to Vlad.
"And how would you suggest I do that?" He asked softly, tracing Vlad's trembling lips with one finger while his other hand slipped lower to cup Vlad’s ass possessively in the covered by the uniform this once gruff man wore to please this smaller, effeminate master.
Craig was stunned. Andre had total control over Vlad, in a way he, as a supposed alpha, could not even imagine. For the first time, he felt intimidated by another man. “He is an alpha,” he muttered though his gag.
As Andre's fingers tightened around his ass, Vlad whimpered again in anticipation.
"Fuck me... Punish me..." Vlad pleaded, his voice hoarse with need. "Make me your…your man-bitch."
By now, Craig was thrashing about in his bindings, his cock, fully erect and dripping. Until now, he had never been frustrated before in his desire to, as he put it, “shoot his wad”. Now, however, he was being denied doing what he’d always seen as basic for an alpha- the right to breed. Andre was in complete domination and exercising it with Vlad while keeping him helpless. Slowly the instinctive nature of a wolf to submit to a stronger alpha, was taking control of Craig. Even more important, his heretofore suppressed lust for Vlad, was driving him into a sexual frenzy.
Andre chuckled darkly at that. "Oh, I intend to," he promised, his voice a deadly whisper against Vlad's ear. "And when I'm done with you, your fake alpha over there will know exactly what happens to bad dogs."
Andre then sat in a chair near the still bound Craig. The latter tried to maintain an air of command even in his current state, but in the deepest recess of his psyche, it was clear to him who held the reins now. Craig’s eyes were locked on Vlad as he peeled off his servant's garb, revealing a form both massive and strangely tamed. His werewolf fur had been meticulously groomed into a feminine pattern that was somehow pleasing to their new master. Vlad lowered himself onto all fours with deliberate slowness, each movement accentuating the firmness of his ass and the ripple of muscles beneath his skin. The sight was undeniably arousing – Craig had always seen Vlad as a close rival. Now, Andre had reduced him into a submissive bitch for this new master's pleasure. To Craig’s humiliation their interactions had completely turned him on and, more embarrassing, Craig was slowly visualizing himself replacing Vlad.
Vlad began to bark, each sound echoing through the room with a carnal intensity that made Andre's blood run hot and Craig’s cock to throb. More of his precum leaked from him.
"Look at him," Andre boasted, gesturing towards a ball on the floor with a smirk on his face. "My obedient little puppy." Vlad continued barking, eventually taking a ball from the floor into his mouth. He wagged his large ass enticingly as he begged Andre to play catch with him like some common pet.
By now Craig could sense Andre’s power, and it stirred his very nuts. Parts of his brain now imagined himself as a man-bitch for Andre’s amusement.
With a laugh that held more than a hint of sadistic pleasure, Andre took the ball from Vlad and tossed it across the room. "Fetch," Andre commanded. Vlad chased after it eagerly, crawling on all fours like some slutty pet eager for its master's approval.
The game went on in this manner over and over again – Vlad fetching and returning the ball while barking like some bitch in heat under Andre's approving gaze. With every round of this humiliating game, it became clearer to an increasingly stimulated Craig that he was nothing compared to Andre.
As if to emphasize his victory, Andre reached out and ran a hand down Vlad's back, fingers tracing the curve of his ass. "Good boy," he purred, watching as Vlad shivered under his touch. "Fetch again."
And so, it went on – Vlad reduced to a submissive pet for their new master's pleasure. Each bark and wag of Vlad's big ass was a testament to Andre's dominance – a demonstration to Craig that even the mightiest can be tamed given the right circumstances.
"Isn't he just adorable?" Andre mused aloud, watching as Vlad obediently fetched the bone once more. "My perfect little man-bitch."
Without any explicit instruction, Vlad instinctively understood the silent demand. He gently pushed himself up from his kneeling stance, a low, deferential murmur rumbling in his throat. The sound resonated throughout the chamber, echoing off the stone walls and filling the room with its submissive timbre.
His hands sought out support, finding it in the cool hardness of a nearby pillar. He leaned into it, feeling its cold solidity against his warm skin. His back arched gracefully as he positioned himself, each movement slow and deliberate to emphasize his submission.
Craig slumped in his bindings. Vlad’s submission had clearly demonstrated that he no longer held loyalty to Craig. It also was a public declaration of his obedience to who he considered to be his new alpha. Tied up and helpless, Craig realized there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He also finally realized he had been defeated. It was at that juncture that his inner wolf, predisposed to yield to a stronger alpha, took a firmer control of him. He gazed at Andre and felt the first stirrings of beta thoughts.
Andre could sense the change taking place in Craig. He was tempted to focus on the pack alpha but then decided to finish with Vlad and seal his dominance. “I’m going to fuck you doggie,” he snarled.
Vlad's heart pounded in his chest as he presented himself to Andre, his master. A sense of vulnerability washed over him but there was also a strange comfort in this act of surrender. It was more than just physical exposure—it was an offering of trust and obedience. His muscular buttocks flexed involuntarily under Andre's gaze—a testament to their shared power dynamic. They twitched enticingly as if beckoning for attention while he swayed them gently side to side—an erotic dance performed only for Andre's eyes.
Every ounce of Vlad's being was now fixated on pleasing Andre; every muscle moved with calculated intent. This was not just about presenting himself physically—it was about baring his soul and giving everything he had to the one person who held dominance over him. His master's approval meant everything; it validated him and gave meaning to his existence.
And so, there he stood—his body on display, his spirit laid bare—all for Andre—the man who demanded nothing less than complete submission from him…in a way an alpha-werewolf never could. Andre stood up from his throne-like seat, the corners of his mouth turning upwards into a predatory smile. He knew that this was his to claim, to own with every powerful thrust of dominance. He moved closer to Vlad, the alpha wolf who had been reduced to a needy bitch in heat.
Andre swiveled around; his gaze locked onto Craig's as he began to unfasten his trousers with a calculated lethargy. His eyes bore into Craig's, daring him to look away as he slowly revealed himself. "Enjoying the view?" Andre taunted, a wicked grin playing on his lips. He went to Craig and reached out enjoying seeing the once smugly arrogant pack leader flinch. ‘Relax,” he softly said as he took the gag from Craig’s mouth. “If you misbehave, I will put it back in got it doggie. If you must make a noise, then you can bark but that’s it. Understand.”
Craig in heat and coming to grips with his growing desire for submission, was speechless. To his embarrassment he simply nodded. He gazed down below the vampire’s waist. He gasped at the sight before him - Andre's cock wasn't just impressive, it was utterly mesmerizing. It stood as a symbol of raw masculinity that seemed to wipe Craig's thoughts clean and strip from him of a lifetime of work and effort to make himself an alpha in the eyes of all others. “Woof,” he softly said to show he’d obey.
As Andre enticingly waved his magnificent member in front of his restrained subject, he began wielding his weapon, knowing none could resist it. "Soon you'll be begging for it," Andre promised, his voice low and husky. "You'll watch your pack-brother take it like a submissive slut and you'll burn with envy... You'll do anything to be next. That’s all it’ll take…to break you and make you me whore."
Andre moved behind Vlad, their bound pack-brother who had been waiting anxiously for his turn. Vlad could only whine helplessly as Andre positioned himself and thrust forward, burying himself deep within Vlad's tight ass. Vlad yelped out loud at the initial intrusion but soon found himself moaning shamelessly as pleasure overtook him. He was pinned beneath Andre's dominating presence, unable to escape or resist as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.
"Woof! Fuck...Arrf!" Vlad whimpered between gasps for breaths while Craig watched wide-eyed from where he was tied up across the room. The sight of Vlad being taken like this, made Craig ache with desire, watching a man meant to listen to him, become nothing more than a worthless fuck-dog for a smaller yet superior man.
"Arrrrooo...fuck yes...Awoooo!" Vlad's voice echoed through the dimly lit room, each howl becoming more desperate and intense as Andre, the man who now claimed his tight hole, continued to dominate him.
Craig watched from a distance, his eyes glazed with a mix of envy and lust. The sight of Andre's thick length disappearing into Vlad was hypnotic. His own cock throbbed in response, so hard it felt like it might burst right there. He used to think of himself as the one on top, the one everyone lusted after. But now all he could think about was being filled by Andre's superior cock. His ass clenched involuntarily at the thought, craving to be stretched and filled by his pack-brother's throbbing meat. He could almost feel it inside him already - that magnificent dick that seemed to possess some magical quality that drove them all wild.
The scent of Andre's pheromones filled the air around them, intoxicating and irresistible. It stirred something primal within Craig -he fully surrendered to a craving to submit to the vampire- a creature he now saw as the true alpha of their pack. "Ahhwhoo..." he groaned under his breath, unable to tear his gaze away from the erotic scene before him. His erection waved wildly about in front of him, begging for release.
He knew what he had to do if he wanted a taste of Andre's dick himself; he would have to beg for it like a bitch in heat. The thought sent another wave of desire coursing through him.
"I want you," he admitted aloud finally, not caring who heard him. "I want your fucking cock deep inside my ass."
The room fell silent at his words before Vlad let out another loud howl - this one sounding more like a whine than anything else.
"You hear that?" Andre taunted Vlad with a smirk on his face as he continued thrusting into him. "Your alpha wants my cock too. Looks like you're not the only bitch in this pack."
Craig felt a flush of heat spread across his face at Andre's words, but he didn't care. Right now, all he wanted was to be Andre's man-bitch - to feel that powerful cock inside him just like Vlad was experiencing.
"Make me your bitch," he growled out, his eyes locked on Andre's as he continued to stroke himself. "I need your fucking alpha cock inside me."
“I told you to only bark,” Andre shouted to him.
Lost in sexual heat Craig kept yelling…needing to yield. If only he knew that all of his words were now coming out as submissive barks.
Craig watched as the vampire violently literally plunged in and out of Vlad’s asshole. The latter’s shrieks and yelps of sheer bliss confirmed that he was enjoying every second of getting fucked. Craig was no stranger to fucking another person, but he had to admit that he had never seen such raw sexuality and screwing as Andre was showing to him. He was transfixed by it. He was envious that it wasn’t his cock that was taking Vlad’s anal virginity while an ever-growing section of his brain was fantasizing about being Vlad’s place.
“Breeding you, “Andre shouted as he thrust forward. His body went rigid. It was clear to Craig what was happening. The vampire was squirting into him. Vlad was being bred.
Vlad bellowed out a wolfing howl and began to squirt. “Take it take it all,” Andre shouted as he emptied his nuts into Vlad’s guys and sealed his domination.
His howls were soon joined by Craig's.
A panting Andre pulled out of Vlad’s ravaged hole. He glared at Craig who hung there staring with a look of a mixture of sexual excitement and fascination. “It’s your turn now,” Andre said. He pulled out of Vlad and pushed him to the ground, Vlad lay there, his face displaying sheer contentment. The vampire confidently strode over to Craig and set him free.
The once smug alpha dropped to his knees. He gazed down at his erection, which was copiously leaking then, raised his eyes, to come face-to-face with the vampire’s cock. He fought against the urge to open his mouth and suck on it and seal his position as a beta.
“It’s all right” Andre softly stated.” You know you want to taste it. It’s still warm from being inside Vlad too. I bet you can taste him when you suck on it.” He saw Craig glance up at him before he again lowered his eyes to focus on the vampire’s erection. “Suck it!” Andre instructed.
Craig let out a pitiful moaning ‘ruff’, grabbed hold of Andre’s hips with each of his hands, slowly opened his mouth, and took the vampire’s cock into his throat. By now his brain was shattered as his primeval wolf’s imperative submitted to what it perceived to be a stronger alpha.
“That’s right,” Andre said as he reached down to grab a hold of wolf's hair to enable him to piston Craig’s face up and down onto his erection. “Strutting around like the big, bad, macho wolf when secretly you’ve always wanted to just be a bitch,” he stated. As he fucked, Andre simply ignored Craig’s flailing hands, and the gurgling choking sounds he was making while being violently face fucked. “Do you know why I wanted to make you my bitch,” Andre snarled ramming Craig’s mouth deeply into his cock. “It’s because you had the nerve to rape one of my descendants.”
By now Craig was only dimly aware of what was being said to him. The vampire’s cock was impaled so deeply within his throat, that was all he could do just to breathe. Soon, however, the panic he was feeling was being overcome by something even more pleasurable. Now willing his throat to relax, he took in the entire length of the vampire shaft into his throat. A need to please the alpha took ahold of him. His new mental role as a beta wolf had him slurping and using his tongue to caress Andrés shaft. He reached down and began to stroke himself. His moans of protest quickly became muffled moans of pleasure. He had barely begun to drift off into a state of obedient bliss when Andres violently pushed him off his cock. “Please don’t stop,” he whimpered- shocked at the pathetic way he sounded.
“Oh, we’re going to do so much more than have you give me a blow job,” Andre replied. He gazed at Craig who was squatting backward on his ass. The werewolf’s eyes reflected a combination of sexual heat and surrender.
Andre quickly moved to flip Craig over onto his stomach. “Get up on all fours doggy,” he sharply said, emphasizing his point by giving a series of hard slaps to the rounded virginal ass of the once feared alpha pack leader.
Craig yelped but, his inner wolf feeling compelled by his new beta sensations, quickly got up on all fours so that his knees and hands resembled the base of a pyramid with his ass, so far untouched, positioned as its apex.
Andre reached down and separated the wide muscular cheeks of what would soon be his newest bitch. Laughingly, he spit on Craig’s quivering hole. “You didn’t take any time with her. I’m not going to take any time preparing you,” he said, as he violently shoved his cock into Craig’s anal entryway.
“ARRRRRRFFFFF,” Craig shrieked.
“Shut up and take it bitch,” Andree shouted as his eyes darkened in his fangs extended. He slapped Craig’s rump for emphasis. “Dogs only bark!”
For Craig this anal assault was mine shattering. “Eow…..aaaaahhhhhwwwwwhhhhhoooo,” he repeatedly howled as he was fucked. When he tried to crawl away, Andre used his vampire strength grabbed Craig’s hips and pulled him back to keep him firmly plugged. As the vampire screwed him, it felt like his inner ass was on fire. “ARF. ARF.” He grunted in pain.
Then suddenly, to his amazement, the agony gave way to a sensation of sheer pleasure he had never known he could experience. Quickly his cries of protest soon changed to ones of absolute pleasure. “Fuck me. Yeah, fuck my alpha ass,” he heard his pathetic voice begging forgetting to bark as his craving for Andre’s dick took control of him.
“Yeah, breeding you now bitch,” Andre laughed as he felt Craig’s inner ass muscles tighten around his shaft. “Not an alpha now are you…begging for dick up your ass.”
“Breed me,” Craig howled as he began to shoot his seed onto the floor. “I’m a bitch,” Craig finally conceded. His reign was truly over!
“FUCK YEAH. Who’s the alpha NOW!” Andre yelled out as his hot cream cascaded into every part of Craig’s inner guts…flooding him…breeding him…forever beta-bitching him. When he finally was finished, he pulled out and walked around to look at Craig’s face.
The thorough anal and head fucked up panting Craig meekly looked up at him. “You’re the alpha,” he sighed.
“Clean it,” the vampire ordered waving his dick in front of the ex-alpha’s mouth. He watched in triumph as Craig obediently opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and began lapping on its shaft.
“Good doggies,” Andre triumphantly said, as he watched Vlad shuffle over to fight Craig for the privilege of licking the vampire’s family jewels.
The werewolf pack had gathered to Halloween. They did not know why Craig instructed them to come to a castle, known to be run by some of the worst and filthiest monster hunters in the city, but they were the pack, they went where their Alpha sent them.
The room was filled with 30 young well-built men of various ages who were waiting for their alpha to arrive. To their shock, when Craig did arrive, he crawled in on all fours, collared, sporting a cock cage, a prince albert, and more shocking, totally shaved of all the hair on his body. He was led in on a leash, along with a leashed Vlad, by a smaller young man, who’s feminine walk shocked and confused the proud, straight wolves that once dominated the city. They stared in stunned silence at their alpha who was also wearing a muzzle with his butthole plugged that displayed a wolf’s tail.
The smiling young man gazed at all of them then down at the gagged Craig. “Sit doggie.”
The men gasped as Craig and Vlad squatted on all fours to gaze tamely at their owner. When the young man smiled sat him, Craig’s cock sprung up and began to leak.
“Good doggie,” Andre stated as he rubbed the shaved head of the once super masculine werewolf. He took in the sight of the sexy, muscled hunks who, having seen their alpha beaten by him, bowed their heads in submission. Even more delightful was the sight of their soon to be violated, virginal rumps. “I believe according to pack rules, since I conquered your alpha, I'm your new leader of the pack.
The End