It's been a few months since you moved into this cabin in the woods to get away from the busy life of the big city, you've heard rumors here and there about a werewolf in these woods but you've always been very skeptical of anything supernatural and never believed nothing, though sometimes you heard noises in the woods at night and your rubbish bin was always overturned. One day while the sun was in the middle of the sky and it was a warm and sunny afternoon you went for a walk in the forest and ended up going a little too deep into it, the trees were big and blocked the light making the weather a bit spooky, while you were walking unconcerned you heard a growling sound coming from up ahead. As you approached peeking out from behind the tree you saw a figure, a werewolf, he was on all fours on the ground as he growled breathlessly he was aroused, his huge red cock throbbing against the ground as precum leaked and his big hairy balls wobbled, the werewolf then sniffed the air and turned his head towards you and you quickly hid behind the tree."
Marcus considered his options, and running away was definitely not one of them. Slipping away would be too difficult, but not entirely impossible. He could also hide and pray he hadn't been seen by the werewolf, but that was highly unlikely and dangerous. There was one more option: fight the creature. Although Marcus was a strong man, he wasn't strong enough to take on the werewolf, though he would put up a fight. With all that in mind, Marcus devised his own plan, leaping out from behind a tree and looking directly at the werewolf. "Bad boy, down!" he ordered firmly. It was a completely ridiculous and surreal option... well, like the whole situation.
The werewolf didn't expect such an action by the human, it was not common sense to confront him in his territory while being so exposed, the animal part of him wanted nothing more than to tear the human apart and feast on its warm flesh, however the other part of him was fascinated by this new situation, the dominance game was beginning. The beast growled menacingly but didn't approach Marcus, watching his every move and waiting for what would happen next. The werewolf could sense that something in him wanted to comply with the human, even though he knew it was against his nature, his will to dominate and control this situation was strong and powerful.
Marcus noticed something about the werewolf; it seemed like hesitation. Then he stiffened, his jaw clenched. "I said... down," he ordered, more firmly than before, with a hand gesture that accompanied the command.
The werewolf growled even more deeply and lowered his huge body to the ground on all fours, submission clearly shown in its posture. It was not something he liked doing but it was part of the game, he had accepted the human's dominance over him for now, awaiting further instructions from Marcus. The werewolf's eyes remained fixed on the human, assessing his every move while still trying to maintain some sense of control in this bizarre situation.
"Good boy," Marcus said softly but firmly. He approached the werewolf slowly, showing no fear or hesitation; this was not the time for that. He knelt before the creature and stroked its head, gently scratching behind one of its ears. "Good boy," he repeated, with a small smile.
The werewolf let out an animalistic groan as he felt the touch of the human's hand on his head and behind his ear, a place that only another wolf would dare to touch in such an intimate way. His eyes closed briefly, savoring this strange sensation. He continued to submit to Marcus, not sure why or how long this was going to last but for now, he would endure it.
Marcus stepped aside with a smile before standing up. He looked around, taking in the darkness of the forest despite it still being midday. The enormous trees blocked the sunlight, obscuring everything in the distance. Marcus sighed, accepting his fate; he was lost. "...shit..." he muttered to himself. He had no idea how to get out of the woods and back to his cabin.
The werewolf noticed that Marcus was lost in the forest, he could have easily attacked him and taken what ever he wanted but something inside him kept him from doing so. Something told him that this human was different and perhaps meant no harm, he wasn't sure why or how to explain it but for now he would stay by his side until they found a way out of the woods together. The werewolf walked over to Marcus slowly, stopping close enough so that their bodies almost touched, towering above him with his big furry frame. He glanced down at Marcus expectantly, awaiting instructions or guidance on what they should do next.
"Oh, hey..." Marcus said as he saw the werewolf tower over him. He reached out and stroked the werewolf's chin. "You know how to get out of here, big guy?" he asked casually.
The werewolf lowered his head slightly in submission as the human touched his chin, his eyes meeting Marcus's gaze intensely. He growled deeply in his throat, a mix of animalistic dominance and vulnerability, before tilting his head to one side curiously. "Yes... Master," he replied softly, using a submissive tone unlike any he had used before.
Marcus was surprised to hear the werewolf speak, and even more so to hear him called 'master,' but he hid it, trying to act naturally. "Very well then... lead me out of the woods," he said.
The werewolf nodded and proceeded to walk slowly through the forest, using his heightened senses to navigate the dense terrain. Every now and then he would glance back at Marcus, making sure that he was following close behind. After about ten minutes of walking, they finally emerged from the woods and found themselves back near the hut where Marcus had been living all this time. The werewolf stopped and lowered his head again, as if bowing before Marcus in submission once more.
"There you are, Master," he said softly, "We've returned to your home." His eyes locked on Marcus as he waited for further instruction or a sign of gratitude from the human.
"Oh..." Marcus said in surprise, before looking at the werewolf with a smile. "Thank you so much," he said gently, stroking the creature's head. "...you're such a good boy," he said with a grin.
The werewolf let out a low growl deep in his throat, both expressing pleasure and acknowledging the human's dominance over him in this moment. His tail wagged slightly as he leaned into Marcus' touch, seemingly content with this new arrangement. He knew that for now, he would remain by Marcus' side, loyal to his master even if it meant submitting to him completely.
"Yes... I am a good boy," he repeated in a soft tone, nodding his head slightly as he continued to stare up at Marcus with adoring eyes.
Marcus chuckled, finding the situation rather amusing. He couldn't believe he was treating a werewolf like a mere pet. "So..." he began hesitantly. "...I should give you something in return for helping me..." he said, gently scratching behind one of the creature's ears. "...What would you like?"
"Oh... well, Master," the werewolf said with a pleased smile, his voice taking on an almost purring quality as he continued to be petted by Marcus. "I think... what I want most... is for you to stay here with me." He looked up at Marcus pleadingly, his big brown eyes filled with need and desire. "To... be my mate..."