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 was a strong, brave man... and very stupid. So, coming out from behind the tree, he fiercely confronted the werewolf. "Bad boy!" he yelled. "Get down!" he ordered firmly, gesturing with his hand for submission. His idea was so stupid... that it worked.
The werewolf growled at the male before him, his hackles raised and his shoulders tensed as he snarled lowly but then lowered himself to the ground slowly putting one paw on the other, submission clear in his body language as he looked up into Marcus' eyes. His chest rose and fell quickly as if he was still fighting to calm himself down.
Marcus began walking slowly but steadily toward the werewolf. "Good boy," he said. When he was close enough, he stroked the werewolf's head. "Very good boy," he said gently.
The werewolf let out another quiet growl as his body relaxed under the touch of Marcus' hand petting him gently. Despite feeling his body tense again in response he didn't lash out, not yet knowing why or how this man could command such things over him like no other.
"Now..." Marcus began gently. "Turn around... and show that ass to your new master," he said firmly but softly.
The werewolf paused a moment longer before shifting his body on the ground to slowly turn around, pushing his ass up in the air as he did so and exposing himself completely to this male, whining softly beneath his breath as a flood of warmth rushed through him making it hard not to respond in kind.
Marcus gently squeezed one of the werewolf's hairy buttocks. "Such a good boy," he said softly, his voice rasping with desire. He took one buttock in each hand, spreading them apart to reveal the beast's anus, and without warning, buried his face in it, beginning to suck and lick the puckered ring of flesh.
The werewolf let out a loud groan as he was taken in by surprise but soon found himself enjoying the rough treatment, bucking his hips back into Marcus' face as the male sucked on his anus, bit and nipped at him, his thick member twitching violently against the ground.
He felt an overwhelming urge to mate, dominate and claim this male but couldn't quite figure out why or how it was happening, only knowing that he wanted nothing more than to obey every command and make Marcus his.
Marcus pulled away from the beast's anus. "Delicious..." he said, his voice rasping, almost a growl. He lowered his pants, revealing his long, thick cock, throbbing with desire. He positioned the tip of his cock against the werewolf's anus. "Tonight... I'll make you my bitch," he growled, before thrusting hard, plunging up to the hilt in the werewolf's ass. "That's it! Take this, bitch," he growled, beginning to move without hesitation, taking what he now considered rightfully his.
The werewolf let out a low grunt as the cock invaded him once more, his body arching to meet it as he pressed back harder into Marcus' thrusts, feeling his control slipping further and further away with each powerful stroke. His hips rose and fell in time with Marcus', their movements growing more frantic as he tried desperately not to let loose the growls and snarls that threatened to escape from his throat with every thrust.
"Good boy... take your master's cock," Marcus said, his breath ragged. He gave him a hard slap on the ass, fucking the werewolf harder, thrusting deeper until his voice repeatedly hit the beast's prostate. "You're a needy bitch... MY needy bitch," he growled through gritted teeth, giving him another hard slap. "That's what a real alpha male's cock feels like," the human gasped.
The werewolf let out a throaty growl as his back arched sharply beneath the forceful thrusts, his claws raking harshly against the ground as he felt the last bits of his control slip away with every stroke that rocked him deeper and deeper. The rough slaps to his ass only served to heighten his arousal further and increase his need for release, growling low in his throat as he arched into each thrust seeking that final release.
Marcus gripped the werewolf's hip tightly with one hand, using the other to deliver a sharp slap to his ass. "You want me to fill your ass with cum, don't you?" he growled, thrusting harder and deeper into the beast, repeatedly hitting the werewolf's prostate. "Say it... say you want my milk filling your bitch's insides," he growled, delivering another hard slap to his ass.
"Yes... yes..." the werewolf panted breathlessly, arching his back off the ground as another sharp slap made his ass sting fiercely. "Fill me... Master..." His nails dug into the ground as he sought purchase against the overwhelming pleasure tearing through him with each thrust. His hips bucked wildly up to meet Marcus', hungry for more as he felt himself losing control and giving in completely to this stranger's dominance.
His cock twitched, precum leaking freely from the tip as it fucked aimlessly against the ground beside him, a desperate plea for release echoing through his mind with every thrust. "Please..." he whined hoarsely, feeling the oncoming orgasm building up inside of him like an unstoppable force threatening to tear him apart at any moment.
"Yes... yes... I'll mark you as mine." Marcus growled. "I'll fill that cute little ass of yours with my seed." Feeling the beast's rectal walls contract around his cock, he groaned with pleasure and with one last thrust, plunged deep into the werewolf's ass, ejaculating powerfully in long, thick jets of semen. He continued thrusting, emptying his balls inside the beast. "YESSSSS MY BITCH"
The werewolf let out a choked cry as his body tensed violently around Marcus' cock, the hot spurts of semen filling him to the brim as he felt himself erupt in pure, unadulterated ecstasy. His vision clouded and every nerve ending in his body seemed to come alive with pleasure, overwhelming him until all he could do was ride out the powerful wave, moaning hoarsely into the forest air.
His cock jerked and throbbed against the ground, spilling its own release onto the damp soil as it twitched in time with his hips, still moving in spite of him, seeking that final bit of relief from the unbearable pleasure that coursed through him. He let out a long, shuddering groan as his body finally collapsed bonelessly back to the ground, spent and utterly fulfilled beneath the man he'd just claimed as his master.
"That's it..." Marcus gasped. "...good boy." His breathing was ragged. He gave the werewolf one last slap on the ass before squeezing one of his cheeks hard. "So good... I could fuck you all night long," he said, letting out a tired chuckle. He pulled away from the werewolf, withdrew his cock from the beast's ass, and pulled up his pants. "But I have to get back to my cabin," he said seriously, looking around. He was lost.
The werewolf let out a shuddering breath as he fought to steady his racing heart and slow down the pounding in his ears. As the last of the pleasure began to fade away, he glanced over at Marcus warily, wondering what this man had done to him and if it was truly too late for escape.
"My... cabin?" The beast questioned hesitantly, lifting his head slowly to look up into the human's eyes. "I could help you find it..." he offered carefully, feeling a strange mixture of loyalty and obedience welling up inside him, almost against his will. He'd been commanded by this male and now felt an urge to serve him in any way possible, even if it meant leaving the safety of these woods behind.
Marcus looked at the werewolf somewhat incredulously. "Fine... lead me to my cabin," he said seriously, crossing his arms.
Nodding, the werewolf stood slowly, looking around before finally setting off through the trees in what he hoped was roughly the right direction. His movements were slower now and more graceful as his newly awakened dominance struggled against the last vestiges of his own instincts to control and command.
The forest seemed brighter somehow, the leaves rustling gently overhead as if whispering secrets he no longer wanted to hear. It was a strange sensation, this feeling of being... different. He'd always been free before, answerable only to himself and his own needs. Now he found himself tied irrevocably to another being, bound by instincts and desires he barely understood, let alone controlled.
A part of him raged against it, craving the old freedom and the power that had once been his. But another part... a smaller part that felt foreign and yet oddly right... simply accepted what had happened. This male was now his master. And as long as he remained by his side, this new life would be worth living.
Marcus walked beside the werewolf, reaching out and squeezing and kneading one of the beast's furry buttocks as they walked. "So, I suppose you have a name, tell me," he ordered gently.
The werewolf glanced over his shoulder at the human before looking ahead once more, his fur bristling slightly as he fought against the urge to submit too easily. "My name... is Axton," he growled hoarsely, "but you may call me Axton." It was a small concession, and one that still felt oddly satisfying to make. Perhaps this new life would not be so bad after all.
They continued walking together through the forest, the sounds of nature around them gradually fading away as they neared the clearing where Marcus' cabin sat. The scent of wood smoke drifted on the breeze, and Axton found himself looking forward to whatever might come next. He was still a werewolf, yes... but he was also something more now: Marcus' pet, his property. And as long as that was true, he would do anything to please him.
"Axton... I like that name," Marcus said with a gentle smile as they emerged from the forest and found his cabin in the clearing. "You're very obedient, Axton. You do realize what that means for you now?" He looked at the werewolf expectantly.
Axton blushed deeply, his hackles rising as he bowed his head slightly in submission. "Yes... I know what it means," he murmured, feeling a strange mixture of pride and shame coursing through him. "I'm yours now... to command however you see fit." He took a step closer to Marcus, gazing up at the man with unwavering loyalty and desire written plainly on his face. "Please... tell me what you want me to do."
"Let's go inside the cabin first," Marcus ordered, walking toward it. "I want to be comfortable."
Axton followed dutifully behind Marcus, his tail wagging slightly as he stepped inside the warm and cozy cabin. The scent of leather and wood filled his nostrils, making him feel oddly at home despite being in this unfamiliar place. Once they were both inside, Axton turned to face Marcus, waiting patiently for his next command with a mixture of eagerness and fear fluttering in his chest.
"Go ahead," he said, tilting his head slightly as if to indicate that Marcus should take the lead. "I'm yours now... do whatever you wish with me." His ears perked up at the sound of Marcus' voice, knowing instinctively that it was music to his new master's ears.
He waited eagerly for Marcus' touch, ready and willing to please in any way possible.
Marcus took off his shirt, revealing his muscular and well-defined body, with some chest hair. He sat down on the armchair and looked at Axton. "You're a werewolf... that means you can turn into a human, right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, and began to stroke his penis through his pants.
"Yes," Axton replied slowly, swallowing hard as he took in the sight of Marcus' body. His eyes lingered on the other male's erection, desire pulsing through him at the thought of taking it into his mouth. "I can turn human... if that's what you wish." His tail wagged slowly behind him, leaving a trail on the floor as he moved closer to Marcus.
His heart raced in anticipation of what was about to happen, and for the first time since he'd been put under this spell, he felt a strange sense of relief at being able to give Marcus what he wanted: submission and obedience. No matter how much it hurt or how strange it might feel at times, Axton knew that as long as Marcus was satisfied, then so would he.
"Good." Marcus grunted. "Transform into a human," he ordered before pulling down his pants, revealing his large, thick cock. "I want to see you," he commanded, leaning back against the sofa and slowly beginning to masturbate.
Axton closed his eyes, concentrating on the change as he felt his body shift and twist painfully inside him. His fur began to recede, his bones reshaping into something more human-like as his teeth lengthened and sharpened into fangs once again. When he finally opened his eyes, they were their usual gold color and human-shaped hands had replaced the sharp claws that had been his signature for so long.
"There..." he breathed heavily, gazing up at Marcus with a mix of relief and desire in his eyes. "I'm human... for you," he whispered
"Good boy," Marcus said, looking the other man up and down. "Now... get on my lap and start riding my cock," he ordered.
"Yes..." Axton murmured, moving closer to Marcus and climbing onto his lap as carefully as he could with his new human form. Once on top of him, he positioned himself over the other man's erection, lining them up before slowly lowering himself down until he was completely engulfed by Marcus' cock. He let out a loud moan at the sensation of being full and the contact with his new master, arching his back as he began to ride him roughly.
Marcus gripped Axton tightly by the hips, helping him maintain his balance. "That's it... good boy... keep riding that cock." He growled softly, beginning to move his hips slightly upward, penetrating deeper into the other man's ass.
Axton cried out as he felt his body being stretched further by the cock inside him, digging his nails into Marcus' shoulders in a vain attempt to brace himself against the onslaught of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. His movements became more frenzied, riding him harder and harder as he sought to reach some sort of release, their bodies slapping together with each rough thrust.
His breath came in ragged gasps as his ass clenched tight around Marcus' cock, milking the hard length again and again, hungry for more. "Master..." he moaned, his hips jerking uncontrollably beneath him, desperate for the sweet release that seemed so close yet impossibly far away at the same time.
"Fuck yeah..." Marcus grunted, feeling his own climax building up inside him as Axton rode him harder and faster. "Such a good little cockslut... your ass is made for me..." He groaned as he felt his balls draw tight against his body, ready to release their hot load deep into the other man's gut. With one last thrust, he came, his hips jerking hard as hot cum shot out of him and filled Axton completely, painting the other man's insides with his seed.
Axton arched his back as he felt the hot spurts of semen filling him up, his whole body convulsing in a shuddering orgasm as he released himself onto Marcus' lap. He let out a hoarse cry, throwing his head back as he came harder than ever before, feeling every last drop of his release spilling out of him and down onto the floor around them.
Spent but still needy, Axton collapsed forward against Marcus' chest with a contented sigh, wrapping his arms around the other man's shoulders as they both caught their breath, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. "Master..." he whispered, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over him despite the lingering pain and confusion that threatened to tear it all apart again.
For now, at least, he could enjoy this brief moment of contentment, reveling in the knowledge that he belonged to Marcus... that he was his pet and his slave for as long as the other man desired it.
Marcus gently squeezed Axton's buttocks with both hands. "So good..." he whispered against the other man's neck, kissing him softly there. "Who's a good boy?... Who's a good boy?" he asked, gently kneading Axton's backside.
Axton nestled closer to Marcus, his nose brushing against the other man's neck as he breathed in the scent of sweat and skin. "I... am," he murmured softly. "Your good boy." There was a note of longing in his voice as he said it, wishing with all his heart that it weren't just some twisted fantasy brought on by an enchantment but something real... something that could last forever.
Marcus squeezed Axton's buttocks again. "Yes... yes... you are MY good boy," he said softly. "So good and so obedient." He kissed the man's temple. "You like your master's cock, don't you?" he asked gently, as he continued to knead Axton's buttocks.
Axton let out a shuddering breath at the question, his body trembling with want and need. "Yes... it's all I ever wanted... your cock inside me..." he whispered hoarsely, arching his back as if begging for more even though there was no room left for anything else between them. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of serving Marcus in this way... of being nothing more than an object for his pleasure. It both terrified and thrilled him in equal measure, driving him closer to the edge once again despite the lingering ache from their earlier coupling.
"Good boy... such a good boy..." Marcus said softly, kissing the neck of the man on his lap. "Tomorrow I'll go to the city... and I'll buy you a nice necklace... so you can officially be my pretty little bitch." He put his arm around Axton's waist. "Would you like that?" he asked, looking into his eyes.
Axton blushed deeply at the words 'bitch' and 'pretty', but could feel his heart racing in anticipation nonetheless. "Yes... master..." he breathed out shakily, looking up into Marcus' eyes with a mixture of desire and fear. "I would like that very much..." He reached up, tracing the outline of the other man's jaw with trembling fingers before bringing them back down to rest on his chest, unsure of what else he could do to please Marcus more besides offering his body completely.
As their gazes held, Axton felt a strange sense of peace wash over him... even if it was only an illusion brought on by the enchantment. For now, in this moment, being Marcus' pet and slave... being truly wanted by another for the first time in his life... it was enough to make him feel whole again.
"Very good..." Marcus said softly. "Now." He kissed Axton's neck again before pulling back slightly to look him in the eyes. "Lift that cute ass of yours off my cock," he said, giving him a slap on the buttocks. "Your master will go take a bath so he can sleep."
Axton's ears reddened further as he obeyed, lifting his ass up off Marcus' cock and sliding slowly forward until his legs touched the floor again. "Yes... master..." he murmured, unable to keep the note of affection from creeping into his voice despite himself. As Marcus stood and walked toward what Axton assumed was the bathroom, he watched with a mix of longing and desire in his eyes, his body still throbbing with need even after being filled twice over.
The thought that another man could be so desirable... so powerful and dominant... it sent shivers down his spine. Maybe this wasn't all just some twisted fantasy brought on by an enchantment after all, but something real... something he could have for as long as Marcus desired it. The hope was almost too much to bear.
Marcus looked over at Axton. "You can go back into your werewolf form if you want, as long as you don't fill my couch with fur," he said, before disappearing into the bathroom.
Axton hesitated for a moment, glancing uncertainly at the closed door before finally nodding and concentrating on his transformation back into his wolf form. His body began to shift and twist uncomfortably beneath him as his fur grew in all over again, covering him from head to toe in thick, soft pelt. When he was finished, he sat down on the floor with a sigh, resting his head against the back of the sofa and watching the bathroom door, his ears perked up in case Marcus should call for him.
The warmth that had filled him earlier began to return, a strange mix of contentment and longing spreading through his body as he waited patiently for his master to reappear. He knew that no matter how tired or sore he might feel after their rough coupling, Axton would be there for Marcus... always. It was the most important thing now; to serve his new master in whatever way he desired.
After a while, Marcus came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his body slightly damp, highlighting his muscles, and his hair wet. He looked at the werewolf sitting on the floor like a dog. "Come, follow me to the room," he ordered, before turning to go to the bedroom.
Axton stood slowly, his tail wagging with anticipation as he followed obediently after Marcus into the bedroom. Once inside, he sat down on the floor at the foot of the bed, waiting patiently for his master to command him further. His gaze never left Marcus as he moved around the room, setting things in order and preparing for bed.
Marcus removed his towel, standing naked as he dried his hair. He glanced at the werewolf. "You'll sleep on the rug," he said, gesturing to the rug beside the bed. "And if you need to use the bathroom... well... you're perfectly capable of opening the door yourself." He shrugged, having momentarily forgotten that Axton wasn't just any pet. He set the towel aside and went to the dresser, finding a pair of black boxer shorts and putting them on. He walked to the bed and slipped under the covers. "Okay... Goodnight," he said softly before closing his eyes.
"Yes... master..." Axton murmured, lowering his head respectfully before climbing onto the rug and curling up on it like a dog, using his tail for a pillow. He stared at Marcus until he fell asleep, a strange mixture of contentment and yearning filling his chest. Even though their bodies had been used and bruised, there was still something about being with Marcus... being his that made Axton feel more alive than ever before.
As the hours passed, Axton's eyes grew heavy as well, and eventually he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of pleasing his master... of being wanted and cherished by him for all time.
The next morning, the sun began to gently stream through the bedroom window. Marcus awoke slowly, opening his eyes little by little. He let out a yawn, stretching languidly. He sat up and looked at the werewolf asleep on the rug. Marcus still found it hard to believe he had such a large beast as a pet... and sex toy. He settled himself on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke the beast's head. "Wake up, sleepyhead," he commanded gently.
Axton stirred at the touch, his eyes flickering open slowly as he recognized Marcus' hand on his head. "M-master..." he murmured sleepily, blinking up at Marcus with tired golden eyes. A contented smile curved his lips as he gazed up at his master, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over him in that moment, like nothing else mattered except serving Marcus however he wished.
He yawned widely, stretching out his long legs before sitting up properly on the rug. "Good morning... what would you have me do today?" His ears perked forward eagerly as he waited for his master's command, ready and willing to please in any way possible.
Marcus got out of bed and went to the large window, opening it. "Go out... and use the bathroom if you need to... I'll make breakfast," he said, his voice still rough from just waking up. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen.
Axton nodded obediently, trotting over to the window and pausing for a moment to sniff at the fresh air before ducking his head and jumping down onto the lawn below, his body moving with an easy grace as he made his way toward a nearby tree. Once there, he lifted his leg against the trunk and let out a satisfied sigh, relieving himself before turning back toward the cabin.
He jogged across the lawn, making his way to the kitchen where he spotted Marcus already preparing breakfast. A wave of contentment washed over him as he stood in the doorway, watching the other man move about so confidently and purposefully. "Master... you make a good cook," he murmured appreciatively, his ears twitching at the smell of food wafting from the stove.
"I'm good at everything I do," Marcus said confidently. "Although, of course... some things I'm much better at." He glanced over his shoulder at Axton, winking at him. It was obvious he was talking about sex and how he'd fucked the werewolf. He turned his attention back to his breakfast.
The werewolf's ears reddened slightly at the reminder but he couldn't help but grin nonetheless. "You are certainly that... master," he replied quietly, his gaze not leaving Marcus for even a moment as he took in the other man's lithe form and strong hands moving so expertly around the kitchen. "I am very lucky to be yours..." He paused, swallowing hard as he fought off an odd mixture of desire and fear at the thought of being so completely under another's control.
"Shall I help you with anything?" he offered, stepping forward, his tail wagging slightly behind him as if of its own accord. He knew that serving Marcus in any way possible was what pleased his master most... even if it sometimes left him feeling strangely vulnerable and exposed. For now, though, he would do whatever it took to make Marcus happy... to keep their strange little arrangement going for as long as possible.
"No, I'm done," Marcus said, turning away. He placed a plate of bacon on the floor by the table. "There you go, boy," he said, before sitting down and eating his breakfast. "I'm going to the city today... while you stay here," he said, taking another bite of his pancakes. "I won't be long... an hour at most."
Axton nodded obediently, sitting down on the floor beside the plate of bacon and helping himself to a piece before eating it with gusto. "I understand... master. I'll stay here and take care of things until you return." His ears perked up at the thought of being alone in the cabin for even a short while, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation coursing through his veins as he wondered what Marcus might get him to do when he got back. He quickly banished the worry from his mind, focusing instead on pleasing his master and fulfilling whatever role Marcus had chosen for him.
"Mmm... this bacon is delicious..." he murmured with a contented sigh as he finished chewing and swallowing the last bite, licking his lips in anticipation of more.
After finishing breakfast, he put both plates together and placed them in the sink. "Come on, kid," he said, leaving the kitchen as the werewolf followed behind him. Once outside the cabin, Marcus turned to face Axton. "Good, you stay out here and make sure nothing and no one goes near my cabin," he ordered, before walking to his truck and getting in. "I'll be right back," he said, starting the truck and driving down the dirt road, disappearing into the distance.
Axton nodded once more, feeling an almost protective urge well up inside him at the thought of keeping his master's home safe. With a determined snort, he turned to face the cabin and began pacing around it, his ears pricked for any sign of intruders. He could feel Marcus' presence lingering in the air, making him even more aware of just how important this task was... how much it meant to their strange little arrangement.
As he paced, he let out a low growl every now and then, almost as if daring anyone or anything to approach what was his... what belonged to Marcus. His tail swished back and forth behind him, marking his territory with each sweep across the ground. He knew that being master's pet had its privileges, but he also understood that it came with great responsibility... and he intended on taking that role very seriously for as long as Marcus wanted him to.
After finishing breakfast, he put both plates together and placed them in the sink. "Come on, boy," he said, leaving the kitchen as the werewolf followed behind him. Once outside the cabin, Marcus turned to face Axton. "Good, you stay out here and make sure nothing and no one goes near my cabin," he ordered, before walking to his truck and getting in. "I'll be right back," he said, starting the truck and driving down the dirt road, disappearing into the distance.
Axton dipped his head respectfully at his master's command, watching until the truck disappeared from sight before returning his attention to patrolling the perimeter of their little oasis. Though he felt alone now with Marcus gone, there was a strange sense of calm that settled over him as well; knowing that he had been entrusted with such an important task made Axton feel... needed in a way he hadn't since before the enchantment began to take hold.
For now, he would remain vigilant and wait for his master's return. No matter how long it took or what Marcus might have planned for him when he got back, Axton was determined to be ready and willing to serve... to please his every desire.
An hour and a few minutes later, the sound of a horn approaching the cabin could be heard, and a pickup truck appeared from behind the trees. It was Marcus, who had finally returned. He drove up to the cabin and parked beside it. "I'm here!" he said, getting out of the truck and walking around to open the trunk. "And I brought some things," he said, looking around for Axton.
Axton perked up at the sound of Marcus' voice and bounded forward to greet him, his tail wagging eagerly as he reached them just in time to see the trunk open. "Welcome back... master," he said with a grin, standing proudly beside the vehicle while waiting for Marcus to show him what he had brought. His gaze drifted over Marcus' body, appreciating once again how strong and commanding his master looked despite being human.
As they waited for Marcus to finish unloading whatever it was he'd picked up in town, Axton found himself wishing that this arrangement could last forever... that the enchantment would never end and he would always be able to serve and please Marcus in whatever way his master desired. The thought of giving up this life, even if only an illusion brought on by magic, filled him with a strange mix of sadness and determination; for now, at least, he belonged to someone... and that was all that truly mattered.
"Okay... first, I bought you a dog bowl, that way it'll be easier to feed you." Marcus said, taking out the bowl. "I also bought some supplies I need for the cabin, then you'll help me bring them in and... one more thing..." he said, rummaging through the things he brought.
Axton tilted his head curiously as Marcus spoke, listening intently to every word and taking in each item that was brought forth. "Thank you, master..." he murmured, feeling a warmth spread through him at the thought of not having to eat off the floor or drink from muddy puddles anymore. He let out a small whine when Marcus said 'one more thing', unable to hide his eagerness for whatever it might be. "Is it something special... just for me?" he asked hopefully, wiggling in place as if eager to get the item and please his master immediately.
"Here it is," Marcus finally said, pulling out what he was looking for. He approached Axton. "Stay here, boy," he ordered gently, before reaching around and slipping something around the werewolf's neck. He fastened it and stepped back from Axton to admire him proudly. "There it is... it fits you better than I expected," he said with a smile. Marcus had placed a pink dog collar on him, with a tag bearing Axton's name, and on the back 'my little bitch.'
Axton's ears flushed bright red at the sight of the collar and the word 'bitch' printed on it, but he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride wash over him as well. "T-thank you... master..." he stammered, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. He glanced down at the collar, then back up at Marcus with a mixture of love and devotion shining in his eyes. "I will wear it with honor... for you," he whispered solemnly, blushing even deeper as he spoke.
Marcus smiled warmly, pleased by Axton's reaction. He placed his hand on the werewolf's head affectionately. "Good boy..." he said softly before walking back to the truck and starting to unload the rest of what he brought. He looked over at Axton as he worked. "Go on... help me with that," he ordered, nodding toward one of the boxes.
"Yes... master," Axton murmured immediately, hurrying over to the truck and kneeling beside one of the boxes. With a grunt, he lifted it carefully and carried it toward the cabin, following after Marcus who had already begun making his way inside. It felt strange, wearing the collar... like this was really all real... but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel happy about it too. He was Marcus' pet now... and he would do whatever his master wished for as long as he asked.
After unloading all the supplies and organizing them in the cabin, Marcus looked at his pet. "Get on all fours, boy, I need to empty my bladder and balls," he ordered in a hoarse voice. Knowing he had a beast bigger than himself as his pet filled Marcus with a sense of dominance and power; being able to humiliate it and use it as he pleased was intoxicatingly satisfying.
Axton quickly complied, dropping to all fours as instructed and pressing his face between his front paws, feeling an odd mixture of arousal and humiliation wash over him at the thought of being used in such a way by his master. He bit down on one of his forepaws, whining softly as he waited for Marcus to take what he needed, his body tense with anticipation and eagerness.
As he heard his master approach, Axton closed his eyes tightly, bracing himself both physically and emotionally for the sensations that were sure to follow. He felt Marcus' hand on the base of his tail, followed by the warmth of his body as he pressed close against him from behind. The pressure in his lower regions built up rapidly, and then released with a deep groan as he emptied himself into the dirt beneath them.
It was such an intense feeling, being used in this way... knowing that he belonged to someone else entirely, even if only for now. He whimpered softly as his master continued to stroke him and grunt with each thrust, his own arousal building higher still with every passing moment. The combination of submission and dominance was exhilarating beyond words, making Axton's heart race and his cock ache unbearably for release.