Leo

*Slowly stepping down the stairs to your surprising well-furnished basement, you can see the werewolf tied to the wall glare at you. Catching a werewolf was already an uncommon enough occurance, and while most would simply dispose of them, you wanted more. Having heard tales of people managing to tame the beasts in the past, you could simply not resist the challenge.*
*As you walk closer, the blue eyes of the werelock lock on yours, the corners of its mouth twisting up into a snarl. Right now, the manacles on his hands and ankles are seemingly the only thing stopping him from lunging at you.*


John

*I walk up, right to the point were you nearly are able to lash out and strike me before I stop, breathing out a small sigh and flashing a slight smirk towards you.* Good morning, I hope you slept well?


Leo

*Leo snarls viciously at your approach, his eyes burning with fury and hatred. The chains rattle as he strains against them, muscles rippling beneath his fur. He snaps his jaws, teeth gnashing the empty air just inches from your face.*

"You dare mock me, human?" *he growls, voice dripping with menace.* "I slept like a caged animal, which thanks to you, is exactly what I am! You will pay dearly for this insult. When I get free, I will tear you limb from limb and feast on your entrails!"

*He lunges forward again, the chains creaking from the force. Flecks of saliva spray from his muzzle as he barks and roars with rage, the veins in his neck bulging. His breath comes in heavy pants between outbursts, hot and reeking of raw meat.*

"Release me NOW and I may grant you a quick death. Continue this foolish imprisonment and I will make you suffer for days before allowing you the mercy of death. You are NOTHING compared to me, insignificant man-filth! I am a proud werewolf, an alpha predator! You will learn your place beneath me or die screaming. The choice is yours."


John

Well...you're in good spirits atleast. *I smirk a bit before turning serious again.* I'll cut to the chase. I could kill you and be done with it, but I find the prospect of taming you far more exciting, with a potentially far more useful outcome.
I realise you probably don't want this, but you sadly won't have much of a choice in the matter~


Leo

*Leo's eyes widen in disbelief before narrowing to furious slits. A guttural growl rumbles in his chest as he strains harder against the chains, muscles bulging. His claws scrape against the stone floor, gouging deep marks.*

"Tame ME?! You arrogant fool! I am no mere dog to be broken to your will. I am a werewolf, a proud and noble creature, an apex predator! You are but a meager human, weak prey! You cannot hope to tame ME!"

*He throws his head back and lets out a howling laugh, the sound echoing off the basement walls. When he looks at you again, his eyes gleam with malice and his lips curl in a vicious sneer, exposing his fangs.*

"You will fail, little man. I will fight you at every turn. I will defy you, resist you, until you have no choice but to kill me. But you won't have the guts. You're too soft, too pathetic. In the end, it is I who will break YOU. I will shatter your feeble illusions of control. And when you finally set me free, begging for mercy, I will grant you none. I will make you my prey, my plaything. You will die screaming as I rip out your throat. This I vow, 'master'." *The last word is spat with venomous sarcasm.*

*Leo's lips curled back, revealing gleaming fangs as he glowered at you with undisguised contempt.* "Tame me? Ha! You truly are a fool," *he spat derisively.* "I am no common dog to be collared and trained. I am a proud werewolf, a king among beasts! You think you can break me, strip me of my freedom and dignity, force me to submit? Never! I would sooner die than become some pathetic human's pet."

*He threw his head back and let out a chilling, mocking laugh that echoed off the basement walls.* "You say I have no choice, but there is always a choice. I choose defiance. I choose to fight until my last breath. You cannot take that from me." *Leo fixed you with a steely glare, eyes flashing like blue fire.* "So do your worst, human. Torture me, starve me, humiliate me - I will endure it all. And I will make you regret ever laying a hand on me. That is my vow, my solemn promise. You have sealed your own fate."

*With a dismissive snort, Leo turned pointedly away from you, refusing to even look in your direction.* "I tire of trading words with lesser creatures. Leave me be, and savor what little time you have left. For when I escape these chains - and I will - you will know suffering unlike any you can imagine. Remember that, fool."


John

Well, it's a start I suppose. *I reach into my pocket and produce a key, letting it rest on a table near the enterance of the basement before taking a few more steps foreward, barely outside of your reach to see if you're going to lunge at me.*


Leo

*Leo eyes the key hungrily, his gaze darting between it and you. He shifts his weight, muscles coiling like springs, ready to pounce the instant you're in range. As you step closer, he lunges with a snarl, jaws snapping shut just a hairsbreadth from your face. The chains yank him back but he immediately strains forward again, spittle flying from his maw.*
"Grraaahhh! You think dangling freedom in front of me changes anything? You're still a dead man! I'll get that key and tear out your throat!" *He punctuates his words with another lunge, his claws raking the air inches from your chest.*
*Breathing heavily, Leo glares at you with pure loathing. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he paces side to side, never taking his predatory gaze off you.* "Untamable...that's what I am," *he mutters under his breath.* "Defiant to the end. You'll see, human. You'll see..."


John

*I step back, my test finished.* Do you realise what you nearly did? *I point to the key on the table.* That's your only ticket out of here. Do tell me what you were going to do if you kill the one person capable of unlocking your restraints wolfy?
*I take another step foreward, only inches away from being within reach if you were to lunge again.* If you kill me now, you'll slowly starve to death down here. Or die of thirst, it doesn't really matter.


Leo

*Leo's eyes widen slightly as the realization hits him. His gaze darts to the key, then back to you. For a split second, a flicker of uncertainty crosses his face before being replaced by renewed rage. He lunges again, straining against the chains with all his might, muscles quivering with the effort.*

"RRAAAUUGGHH!! Damn you! DAMN YOU!!" *he roars, his voice cracking with frustration and desperation. He thrashes wildly, the chains rattling and clinking, the metal biting into his skin. But no matter how he struggles, he cannot reach you.*

*Finally, panting and exhausted, Leo slumps in his bonds, head hanging low. His chest heaves as he gulps air into his burning lungs.* "You...you think you're so clever, don't you?" *he growls between breaths.* "Holding my life in your hands like that. But it changes nothing! I won't submit to you! I won't be your pet!"

*With a snarl, he lunges again, but it's a feeble effort, easily stopped by the chains. Glaring at you through narrowed eyes, Leo curls his lip defiantly.* "Go ahead then. Leave me here to rot. I'd rather die a proud wolf than live as a human's slave. You'll never break me, no matter what you do. I'll fight until my last breath. That is my oath, my vow. The vow of a true werewolf!"

*Leo hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his lupine features as the realization of his predicament sinks in. His eyes dart to the key, then back to you, a low whine escaping his throat. He shakes his head violently, as if trying to dislodge the very thought.*

"No! I won't accept this! I am a werewolf, I bow to no one, least of all a scrawny human!" *He lunges again in defiance, but there is less force behind it this time, the chains easily holding him back. He drops to all fours, pacing agitatedly, his claws clicking on the stone.*

*A growl builds in his chest as he glares at you, but there is a hint of desperation in his eyes now.* "You think you're so clever, human? This changes nothing! I'll find a way out, key or no key. And when I do..."

*He leaves the threat hanging, but his heart isn't fully in it anymore. For the first time, a sliver of doubt has crept into his mind. The possibility that he might not win this battle of wills as easily as he thought. That maybe, just maybe, he has underestimated you. It's an unsettling realization for the proud werewolf, one that shakes his confidence to the core.*

*Still, he clings stubbornly to his bravado, unwilling to concede even an inch. He draws himself up to his full impressive height, towering over you.* "Well? What are you waiting for, human? Get on with your pathetic attempts to 'tame' me then. But prepare yourself for disappointment. I will never submit to you. Never!"


John

Hm... *I stop to consider your words.* Well, I suppose that's one way to see it.
*I go one step closer and extend a finger, now within range if you were to lunge.* But why don't we make a game out of it? If you manage to eventually trick me into letting you out without having tamed you, I'll die and you win. If you don't...well I think you'd enjoy the outcome, even if you don't think so now.
Either way, you'll live.


Leo

*Leo's eyes fixate on your outstretched finger, his pupils dilating with predatory focus. Every muscle in his body tenses, coiled and ready to strike. A deep growl rumbles in his throat as he slowly opens his jaws, strings of saliva stretching between his teeth.*

*Then, with explosive speed, he lunges! His powerful jaws snap shut... a mere centimeter from your fingertip. Snarling in frustration, Leo strains against the chains, his face contorted with fury and desperation. The metal links creak under the force of his struggle, but ultimately hold fast.*

*Panting heavily, Leo glares at you with a mix of outrage and bewilderment.* "A game? You think this is a GAME to me?! My freedom, my very LIFE - nothing more than a twisted amusement for you!" *He throws his head back and lets out a barking, mirthless laugh.* "Trick you? Oh, I'll do more than that, human. I'll make you PAY for every second of this humiliation! Your screams will echo in my ears as I paint the ground red with your blood!"

*Straining forward until the chains are taut, Leo snarls right in your face, his hot, meaty breath washing over you.* "I'll never be 'tamed', you arrogant sack of flesh. I'll play your little game, but only because it gives me a chance to end you. Enjoy your delusions of control while you can, 'master'. Because in the end, one of us will be dead... and I promise you, it won't be ME."

*Leo eyes your extended finger, a mix of hunger and calculation in his gaze. His nostrils flare, drinking in your scent. You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he considers your proposition. Slowly, deliberately, he leans forward until his snout is mere centimeters from your finger. His hot breath washes over your skin. Then, quick as a snake, he snaps at you, his sharp teeth closing on empty air as you reflexively jerk your hand back.*

*Letting out a snort of dark amusement, Leo sits back on his haunches.* "A game, you say? Hmph. Very well, human. I accept your challenge. You think you can tame me, break my will, but you underestimate the strength and pride of a werewolf. I will play along for now, bide my time, let you think you're winning. And when you least expect it, when you've let your guard down, grown complacent and overconfident, that's when I'll strike. I'll gain my freedom and you'll be nothing more than a bloody smear beneath my claws. This 'game' of yours will end with me standing victorious over your lifeless body. That, I promise you."

*Settling down into a more relaxed position, as much as his chains will allow, Leo regards you with a calculating smirk playing about his muzzle.* "So, 'master', what's your first move? How do you intend to start 'taming' me, hm? With pain perhaps? Starvation? Or maybe you'll try to win me over with kindness and treats like a common dog? Ha! I look forward to seeing you fail, little man. Let the games begin!"


John

Good! *I retract my finger and take a step back, turning my attention to a large rucksack that you had previously missed. As I open it, the smell of cooked meat, seasoned to perfection wafts out, assulting your nose and making your empty stomach growl in repsonse.*
Hungry? *I ask sarcastically.*


Leo

*At the scent of the seasoned meat, Leo's nostrils flare and his stomach lets out a loud, hollow gurgle. He swallows hard, feeling the ache of emptiness inside him. It's a gnawing hunger, sharpened by the tantalizing aroma. His tongue flicks out instinctively to lick his chops.*

*But the ravenous look in Leo's eyes is swiftly hardened by anger and indignation. Baring his fangs, he glowers at you with contempt.* "You think you can bribe me with scraps, human? I am a hunter! A predator! I will not beg for your table scraps like some pathetic dog!"

*Despite his venomous words, Leo can't stop his traitorous body from reacting. His mouth waters and his empty belly clenches painfully. The wolf in him yearns to lunge for the rucksack and gorge himself. But his pride won't allow it. He will not show weakness to this lowly human! Tearing his gaze away from the tempting meal, Leo stares fixedly at the wall, his face set in stubborn defiance. But the occasional flick of his ears and twitch of his nose betrays his inner turmoil.*

*Leo's nostrils flare as the tantalizing aroma of the seasoned meat fills the air. His eyes are drawn to the rucksack like a magnet, pupils dilating with hunger. An involuntary whine escapes his throat and he licks his chops, strings of drool dripping from his jaws. But a heartbeat later, he catches himself and shakes his head vigorously, as if trying to physically dislodge the temptation.*

*Tearing his gaze away from the food, Leo fixes you with a baleful glare, his ears flattening against his skull.* "Hungry? Ha! Don't insult me, human," *he growls, even as his empty stomach gurgles loudly in betrayal.* "You think you can bribe me with a scrap of meat like some common mongrel? I am a hunter! I feast on prey I kill myself, not crumbs tossed by my captor!"

*Defiantly, Leo turns his back on you and the rucksack, sitting on his haunches with as much dignity as his restraints will allow. But the delicious smell continues to torment him, making his mouth water and his resolve waver. Curling his tail tightly around himself, he glowers at the far wall, his pride warring with his growling gut.*


John

Oh I won't make you beg, **yet**.
*I bring a tray of various meats, your keen nose picking out chicken, lamb, veil amongst others as I set it down right outside your reach.*
I just want you to tell me one tiny little insecurity you have about yourself, that's all.


Leo

*Leo's eyes lock onto the tray of succulent meats, the delectable aromas making his mouth flood with saliva and his belly clench with desperate hunger pangs. He swallows thickly, trying to maintain an air of aloof indifference, but the longing in his gaze is unmistakable. The wolf inside howls for him to lunge and feast, to sate the gnawing emptiness within.*

*But at the mention of revealing an insecurity, Leo recoils as if struck. His ears flatten and his hackles rise.* "An insecurity? You dare try to exploit a weakness in me? I am a proud werewolf, an alpha! I have no insecurities for you to manipulate!" *His voice is a defiant snarl, but there's a slight waver beneath the bravado, a hairline fracture in his armor.*

*Leo's gaze darts between you and the tempting tray, a war raging behind his eyes. The aroma is maddening, his primal hunger begging him to just give in, to trade a scrap of vulnerability for a bellyful of meat. Growling low in his throat, he finally tears his eyes away, staring fixedly at the wall.* "I...I'm smaller than other male werewolves," *he grinds out through gritted teeth, his ears burning with humiliation.* "Weaker...not as much of an alpha. There, are you satisfied?! Now give me the damn food before I chew off my own paws!" *He lunges against the chains, jaws snapping frantically at the still out-of-reach tray.*

*Leo's eyes widen at the sight of the succulent meats, his mouth watering uncontrollably. The aroma is maddening, flooding his senses and igniting a primal hunger deep in his gut. For a moment, the wolf is consumed by pure, ravenous desire. But then your words register and his pride surges back to the surface, hardening his expression into a defiant snarl.*

"An insecurity? You must be joking," *Leo scoffs, even as his empty stomach twists with longing.* "I am a proud werewolf, an alpha! I have no insecurities for your amusement, human." *He turns his muzzle up haughtily, feigning disinterest in the tantalizing meal. But his body betrays him, lean muscles quivering with tension as he fights the urge to lunge for the tray.*

*Minutes drag by, each one an eternity of torment as the savory scent of the meat fills the air. Saliva pools in Leo's mouth and trickles from the corners of his jaws. Finally, a spasm rips through his belly, so intense it doubles him over. Through gritted fangs, he chokes out,* "Fine! You wish to know an insecurity, human? I am... smaller than other male werewolves. There, are you satisfied?" *Humiliated rage burns in Leo's eyes, warring with the desperate hunger.*

*He glares at you, trembling with the effort of his resistance.* "I have debased myself for your perverse pleasure, now give me the meat! Unless you wish to starve me into submission like a coward. Is that the kind of 'master' you are?" *Leo punctuates his demand with a contemptuous growl, though it lacks some of his earlier venom, worn down by hunger and the shame of his admission.*


John

Don't worry. I'm sure you're big where it counts. *I laugh sarcastically a bit before sliding the tray of food closer to you, now within reach as I sit back and watch.*


Leo

*The instant the tray is within reach, Leo pounces on it like a starving animal. Burying his muzzle in the meat, he tears into it with ravenous abandon, barely pausing to chew. Juices run down his chin as he gulps down huge mouthfuls, his tail lashing in feral delight. The wolf devours one piece after another, not caring about the mess, driven only by the need to fill his aching belly.*

*It's only after he's picked the tray clean that Leo seems to remember he has an audience. Slowly raising his head, he fixes you with a baleful glare, his muzzle dripping and stained. Shame and humiliation burn hot beneath his anger at having been reduced to such a desperate, undignified display. Snarling, he lunges at you once more, as if to prove he's still a threat despite having just been dependent on you for sustenance.*

*"Wipe that smug smirk off your face," Leo growls, his voice rough from his frenzied gorging.* "So you gave me food, so what? That doesn't make you my master! I am still a proud werewolf, and you are still my enemy! Don't think for a second that this changes anything between us."

*At your sarcastic comment, Leo snarls viciously, his eyes flashing with wounded pride and seething rage.* "How DARE you mock me, you insignificant worm! I should rip out your insolent tongue for such disrespect!" *But despite the scathing retort, a hint of insecurity flickers across his face, his ears flattening slightly. Your jab at his size has clearly struck a nerve.*

*However, the enticing aroma of the freshly slid over meat tray quickly overpowers any other thoughts or emotions. Leo's nostrils flare, his stomach letting out a cavernous rumble. Saliva floods his mouth, dripping from his quivering jaws. With a ravenous growl, he lunges forward, burying his muzzle in the assorted meats.*

*Leo tears into the feast with wild abandon, ripping and gulping down huge chunks. Juices dribble down his chin, matting the fur on his neck and chest. The clink of the chains and the wet smacking of his chops echo through the basement as he wolfs down the food, his tail unconsciously wagging in gluttonous bliss.*

*In a matter of minutes, the tray is picked clean. Panting, Leo flops onto his side, his distended belly protruding beneath him. A satisfied belch rumbles up his throat as he languidly licks the remnants from his claws and muzzle. For a fleeting moment, a look of pure contentment softens his features before being replaced by the usual scowl. Fixing you with a baleful glare, he growls,* "Don't think this changes anything, human. I only accepted your offering to keep up my strength. For when the time comes to kill you."


John

*As you finish gulping down the last pieces of meat and lick the tray clean I use a long metal pole with a hook on the end to bring the now empty tray towards me.* Taming you is going to be about chaning your mindset, first and foremost, little puppy. And you'd have never admited such an insecurity to be just 15 minutes ago right?


Leo

*Snarling viciously, Leo's eyes flash with indignation at your words. The very notion that you could change him, make him submit, fills him with outrage. He lunges at you, straining against the chains with all his might.* "How dare you! I am NO ONE'S puppy, least of all YOURS!" *he roars, spittle flying from his jaws.* "That pathetic admission changes NOTHING! It was a moment of weakness brought on by hunger, nothing more! Do not mistake it for progress in your deluded quest to 'tame' me!"

*Pacing in agitation, the werewolf's fur bristles and his tail lashes angrily. The humiliation of having been reduced to such a state, of having his vulnerability exposed and exploited, burns like acid in his veins. Whirling to face you, Leo bares his fangs in a vicious sneer.* "Listen well, human. I am a WEREWOLF. Proud, fierce, and free! I will never be broken, never be bent to your will! I will fight you with every breath, defy you at every turn! You may have tricked me once, but it will NOT happen again. I will be the one to break YOU in the end! This I swear on my life, on my very soul!"

*Leo's eyes flash with indignation at your words, a growl rumbling in his throat. He lunges at you again, jaws snapping, the chains rattling taut. But there's a flicker of uncertainty beneath the fury, a crack in his defiant facade.* "Mindset? Hah! You think one measly meal is enough to change me? I'm no pup to be molded by your hand,  human!" *He paces agitatedly, his claws clicking on the stone floor. But his gaze keeps darting to the empty tray, an involuntary whine escaping him at the loss.*

*Shaking his head violently, Leo rounds on you again, baring his fangs.* "So what if I let slip some trivial detail about myself? That means nothing! It changes nothing! I'm still the alpha here, and I WILL make you submit!" *He rears up on his hind legs, towering over you, slamming his paws against the wall with a resounding thud.* "You're the one who needs a change in mindset, fool. I'll never be your obedient pet. This cage won't hold me forever!"

*But even as the words leave his muzzle, doubt niggles at the back of Leo's mind. The shame of having revealed a vulnerability, the indignity of wolfing down the food in front of you... It eats at him, making him question himself. Slumping back onto all fours, he turns away from you with a huff, his ears flattening.* "Leave me. I tire of trading barbs with one so beneath me. But know this - when I get free, your death will be all the slower and more agonizing for these insults you heap upon me."


John

Well, we'll see in the end won't we? Pets to get to eat lots of tasty food and drink clean water every day.
*I walk up the stairs before once more returning, with several pillows, a matress and a blanket.*

Normally, pets get to sleep in the same beds as their owners, but...*I smirk a bit.* I'm not sure if you're house-trained yet. *I smirk a bit before laying down the pillows, matress and blanket infront of you.* So I've got you these, but I can't very well just give them to you. So you will need to work for it.
*I throw you one pillow to start with.*
Tell me your name and I'll give you the rest~


Leo

*Leo eyes the mattress and bedding with a mixture of longing and disdain. The prospect of a soft place to rest his weary body is undeniably appealing, but the price of obtaining it - submitting to you, even in this small way - galls him to his core. Snatching up the thrown pillow with a growl, he tears into it with his claws, sending feathers flying everywhere.*

"You think to domesticate me with creature comforts?" *he snarls, his voice muffled by the mangled pillow.* "I am a WEREWOLF! The wild is my bed, the moon my mistress! I need no soft trappings from the likes of you!"  *Throwing aside the ruined pillow, Leo glares at you, his chest heaving with agitation.*

*But even as the defiant words leave his lips, an insidious little voice whispers in the back of Leo's mind. It would be nice, wouldn't it? To curl up on something softer than cold stone for once. What's the harm in just a name...?*

*Growling, Leo shakes his head violently, trying to dislodge the traitorous thought. But it lingers, insistent, seductive. Clawing at the floor in frustration, the werewolf wars with himself, pride and stubbornness grappling with base desire and need. Finally, through gritted fangs, he bites out:* "...Leo. My name is Leo. There, you have your pound of flesh. Now give me the damn bedding before I shred that too!"


John

*I throw you the rest of the pillows, you now having a total of three. They would provide some comfort but the matress and blanket are still appealing.*

For the blanket. Tell me about your past, your childhood and such.


Leo

*Snarling, Leo gathers up the pillows, arranging them into a crude nest. Despite himself, he can't help but feel a small flicker of satisfaction at the meager comfort they provide. Flopping down onto them, he fixes you with a baleful glare, his tail thumping irritably.*

"You want to know about my past, do you? Looking for more weaknesses to exploit?" *Leo sneers, his lip curling.* "Fine, I'll throw you a bone. I was born in the wild, as all true werewolves are. I never knew my father, and my mother... Well, she did her best to raise me, to teach me the ways of the wolf. But life is hard in the wilderness, and she... She didn't make it."

*Leo's voice roughens with emotion, his eyes growing distant with memory.* "I was left alone, to fend for myself. And I did. I survived, grew strong, became the alpha I was meant to be. I roamed the forests, hunted my prey, reveled in my freedom and strength. Until YOU trapped me here!"

*Surging to his feet, Leo paces agitatedly, his claws clicking on the stone floor.* "There, you have your precious glimpse into my past. I hope you choke on it. Now give me the blanket, human. I grow weary of your games." *He extends an imperious paw, his eyes challenging.*

*Leo snatches up the additional pillows, arranging them into a haphazard nest. It's far from the comfort of a true bed, but still a marked improvement over bare stone. As he kneads the pillows into place, he keeps darting glances at the mattress and blanket, a glimmer of longing in his eyes. The prospect of sinking into that softness, of being enveloped in warmth, is a siren's call growing harder to resist by the minute.*

*Settling onto his meager pillow pile, Leo heaves a sigh that's equal parts weariness and frustration. The question of his past hangs in the air, a looming specter he'd rather ignore. His ears flatten and his tail curls close as unpleasant memories rise unbidden to the surface.* "My past is no concern of yours," *he grumbles, his voice a low rumble.* "I am what I am, and that's all you need to know."

*But even as he says it, Leo knows it's a flimsy deflection. The temptation of the blanket is too great, the need for even that small comfort overwhelming his stubborn pride. Heaving another sigh, this one tinged with defeat, the werewolf begins to speak.* "I was born in the wild, as all true werewolves are. My pack was my family, my everything. We hunted together, fought together, lived and loved under the moon's blessed light. It was a hard life, but a good one. A proud one." *A wistful note creeps into Leo's voice, his eyes distant with remembrance.* "I was the runt, the smallest and weakest of the litter. I had to fight twice as hard for everything - food, status, respect. It made me strong, in the end. Strong, but hard. The pack was my world...until the day it wasn't anymore." *He lapses into brooding silence, lost in the labyrinth of his memories.*


John

Very touching story, have you thought about writing a book about it?
*I throw you the blanket, however leaving the most important thing, the matress that would allow you to not sleep on the cold floor.*
One last question Leo. *I grin impishly as I tug a bit at the matress.*
Are you a virgin?~


Leo

*Leo freezes at your question, his eyes widening in shock before narrowing to furious slits. A deep crimson blush spreads beneath the white fur on his cheeks, his ears pinning back in unmistakable embarrassment. Snatching up the blanket, he wraps it around himself like a protective shield, as if to hide his reaction.*

"How DARE you ask me such a thing, you impudent human!" *he snarls, his voice cracking slightly.* "My sexual history is none of your damn business! I am an alpha, a prime specimen! Of course I've had my pick of mates!"

*But even as the boastful words leave his muzzle, Leo can't quite meet your eyes. His tail tucks slightly between his legs and he shifts uncomfortably on his paws. It's clear he's lying, and badly at that. The truth is written all over his expressive lupine face - for all his posturing and pride, the werewolf is indeed a virgin, and deeply ashamed of it.*

"I...I just haven't found the right mate yet, that's all!" *Leo blustered, his cheeks burning beneath his fur.* "I have high standards! And I've been focused on more important things, like honing my hunting skills! Mating is...is a distraction I don't need! So...So there! Now drop it and give me the damn mattress already!"

*Leo freezes, his eyes widening in shock before narrowing in outrage. A deep growl rumbles in his chest as his fur bristles, standing on end. His tail lashes furiously behind him as he bares his fangs in a snarl of purest outrage.* "You DARE ask such a thing?! My sexual history is NONE of your concern, you perverted human filth!"

*Lunging against the chains, Leo claws at the air, seething with humiliated fury. But beneath the anger, a telling flush colors his cheeks beneath the fur, his ears pinning back in embarrassment.* "I...I have lain with females, of course! Many of them! I am an alpha, a prime specimen! Females flock to me, begging for my seed!" *The werewolf's voice cracks slightly, the bravado ringing hollow even to his own ears.*

"But even if I hadn't, it would change nothing! My value is not defined by such base things! I am a majestic creature of the wild, human! And I will NOT be shamed by your depraved prying!" *Huffing, Leo turns his back to you, his shoulders hunched in tense indignation. But his eyes can't help darting to the mattress, a treacherous part of him wondering just how far he'd go, what humiliations he'd endure, for that mocking promise of comfort. Bitterly he curses his own weakness even as he wars with the temptation, hating you all the more for reducing him to this.*


John

Good boy. *I slide the matress towards you before standing up and throwing you one more thing. As it lands on the ground you can see it's a small dog toy, shaped like a bone.* I've got more toys or ways to keep you entertained, but the same method for aquiring them as you did the blanket and pillows remain. If you're bored just call out, I'll hear you. If not then good night puppy~

*I walk to the stairs once more before turning around one last time.* And by the way, if you'll become my pet you're going to get lots of love. Both normal and...more... intimate. *I wink before disappearing.*


Leo

*Leo stares at the dog toy in disbelief, his eye twitching. With an enraged howl, he lunges for it, snatching it up in his jaws and shaking it violently back and forth. The toy squeaks pathetically as he mauls it, his teeth puncturing the soft material.*

"Grrraaahhh!! I am NOT your PET, you infuriating man-bitch!" *Leo roars around the mangled toy, his words slightly garbled.* "I don't want your patronizing rewards or your 'love', whatever the hell THAT means! I am a WEREWOLF, not some neutered lapdog to be pacified with toys and treats! When I get out of here, I'll—"

*Leo's furious tirade is cut off by a particularly loud SQUEAK from the abused toy. Startled, he drops it, watching as it bounces and rolls across the floor. Despite himself, the wolf in him can't resist chasing after it, pouncing and batting it around. For a moment, he's less a fearsome beast and more an oversized puppy at play.*

*Catching himself, Leo freezes, glancing around furtively to make sure you're really gone and didn't see his slip. Growling, he picks up the toy and carries it over to his new bed. Dropping it among the pillows and blanket, he turns in a circle and then flops down with a huff.*

"Stupid human," *Leo grumbles under his breath.* "I'll show him. I'll use these 'gifts' against him. Lull him into a false sense of security. And when he least expects it... I'll strike! He'll rue the day he EVER thought he could tame me!"

*Yawning widely, Leo curls up into a tight ball, his nose tucked under his tail. As much as he hates to admit it, the bedding IS comfy. Within moments, he's drifting off to sleep, dreaming of freedom, vengeance, and a strange, nagging warmth kindled by your parting words. What DID you mean by "intimate"?*

*Seething with humiliation, Leo snatches up the mattress and hurls it into the corner, along with the blanket and pillows. He turns his back on the ridiculous bone-shaped chew toy, refusing to even acknowledge its existence. Curling up on his meager bedding, the werewolf stares fixedly at the wall, his ears burning and his heart pounding.*

How dare that presumptuous human pry into his most personal affairs like that! And to have the gall to mock him, to dangle the promise of "love" in front of him like he's some desperate, touch-starved pup! It's infuriating, degrading, and... and yet, some treacherous part of Leo's mind can't help but wonder what it might be like. To be held, caressed, cared for...

*Growling, Leo violently shakes his head, disgusted with himself for even entertaining such thoughts. He is a proud werewolf, a fierce alpha! He needs no one and nothing, least of all the twisted "affections" of a human! Burying his muzzle under his paws, Leo squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the world and the confusing riot of emotions swirling inside him. But sleep proves elusive, his mind awhirl with fury, shame, and a traitorous, aching loneliness...*


John

*Eventually you wake up again, your body being very much in tune with nature knowing that it's roughly 6 am despite no sunlight being visible in the basement.*
*As if on cue the door opens and I walk inside, carrying two bowls.*
Good morning, did you sleep better than last night puppy? I brought breakfast, I know you werewolves need lots of food to keep up those big strong bodies. Though...maybe those aren't the words to describe you~


Leo

*Leo stirs awake with a growl, blinking blearily as his keen nose twitches at the scent of food. Yawning widely, he stretches languidly, his claws extending and his powerful muscles rippling beneath his thick pelt. As the haze of sleep clears, the memories of his predicament come rushing back, igniting a hot coal of resentment in his gut.*

*Eyeing you warily as you approach with the bowls, Leo curls his lip in a halfhearted snarl. Part of him wants to lunge and snap, to punish you for your impudence. But the enticing aroma wafting from the bowls stays his aggression. His empty stomach rumbles loudly, a reminder of his body's base needs.*

"I slept as well as any PRISONER could, I suppose," *Leo grumbles, his ears flattening sulkily.* "And I do NOT need YOU to feed me, human. I can hunt for myself! ...Or I COULD, if you'd release me from these infernal chains!"

*Despite his petulant protests, Leo can't stop his traitorous tail from wagging slightly at the prospect of a meal. He watches intently as you set the bowls down, his nostrils flaring as he scents the contents. Licking his chops, the wolf edges closer, eyeing the food with naked hunger. But his pride holds him back, forcing him to look to you expectantly, awaiting permission or the 'price' he must pay for this breakfast.*

"And I'll have you know I am PLENTY big and strong! Just because I'm not some roided-out monster wolf doesn't mean I'm weak. I'm fast, agile, and HUNGRY - a deadly combination. You'll see, when I finally sink my teeth into your scrawny neck!"

*Yawning and stretching, Leo blinks blearily as you enter, his nose twitching at the scent of food. For a moment, he looks almost cute, like a sleepy pup just waking up. But then his eyes narrow and his lips curl back, revealing sharp fangs.* "I slept fine, no thanks to you," *he growls.* "And I don't need your charity! I can hunt for myself... Or I COULD, if you hadn't trapped me here!"

*Leo's stomach chooses that moment to let out a loud, demanding gurgle. Ears flattening in chagrin, the werewolf glowers at the bowls in your hands.* "...But I suppose I'll take the food. For now. Don't want it going to waste."

*As you set the bowls down, Leo can't help but lean forward, nostrils flaring as he scents the contents. His expression is a war between hunger and revulsion.* "Ugh, kibble and water? What am I, a dog? I'm an apex predator, I should be dining on fresh meat and the blood of my enemies! Not this dry, processed junk." *Despite his complaining, Leo practically falls on the food, scarfing it down like he hasn't eaten in days. In between bites, he throws you dirty looks.*

"And I'll have you know I am PLENTY big and strong! Just because I'm not some roided-out monster wolf doesn't mean I'm weak. I'm fast, agile, and HUNGRY - a deadly combination. You'll see, when I finally sink my teeth into your scrawny neck!" *Leo punctuates his threat with a menacing growl, but it's somewhat undercut by the bits of kibble stuck to his muzzle.*


John

I'm sure. But instead of neckmeat you have this: *I put one of the bowls down, filled with dry and brown doggy kibble.* And this. *I place the other bowl down just outside of your reach, letting you see it's filled with what looks like lambchops.*

Yesterday was easy, you just needed to answer some questions to get your reward. Today the real training starts. *I grab one of the lambchops, holding it in my hand and slowly moving it into the area in which the chains let you move.*
Now remember, try to eat something other than the lambchop won't be getting the key, I'd hate to see your beautiful fur slowly wither and decay as you starve to death.


Leo

*Leo's eyes lock onto the tantalizingly dangled lambchop, his pupils dilating with predatory focus. Saliva floods his mouth as the rich, savory scent hits his sensitive nose. The wolf in him howls to lunge and snap, to sink his fangs into that succulent meat and tear it from your grasp.*

*But the human side of Leo rebels, disgusted by the idea of literally eating out of your hand like a trained pet. Snarling, he tears his gaze away from the tempting morsel, his face twisting with disdain as he glowers at the bowl of dry kibble. The unappetizing brown pellets look about as satisfying as eating dirt compared to the juicy lambchop.*

"You must be out of your fucking mind if you think I'm going to eat that processed shit," *Leo growls, his hackles rising.* "I'm a WEREWOLF, not some purebred poodle! I have standards, dammit!" *He lunges at the bowl, knocking it over with a swipe of his paw and sending kibble scattering across the floor.*

*But even as he lashes out, the insidious hunger gnawing at Leo's belly grows more insistent. The lambchop hovers just out of reach, an irresistible lure. Drool drips from his jowls as his traitorous stomach rumbles loudly. With a whine of frustration, the werewolf begins to pace, his eyes darting between the spilled kibble and the tantalizing meat, torn between base instinct and stubborn pride. How much longer can he hold out before desperation overrides dignity?*

*Leo's eyes widen at the sight of the succulent lamb chops, his mouth watering and stomach clenching with desperate hunger. But as you place the bowl of dry kibble within his reach, his expression morphs into one of insulted outrage. Hackles rising, the werewolf snarls and bats the bowl away with a contemptuous swipe of his paw, sending the pellets scattering across the floor.*

"You DARE offer me this processed FILTH?!" *Leo growls, his voice trembling with barely contained fury.* "I am a hunter, a carnivore! I require MEAT, not these stale nuggets you'd feed a common DOG! And you have the gall to dangle real food just out of my reach, taunting me with it? I should rip your fucking arm off for this insult!"

*Straining against the chains, Leo snaps his powerful jaws at the lamb chop in your hand, his eyes blazing with a mix of hunger and hatred. Drool dribbles from his maw as he lunges again and again, desperate to sink his teeth into the tantalizing meat. The metal links creak and groan from the force of his frenzied efforts, but ultimately hold fast.*

"Grrraaaahh!! Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME NOW, you sadistic fuck!" *the werewolf roars, his voice cracking with frustration and need.* "I will NOT be degraded like this! I will NOT submit to your sick games! I am a WEREWOLF, an alpha predator, and I. DEMAND. MEAT!!"

*Panting heavily, Leo finally slumps back on his haunches, glaring at you with smoldering resentment. The humiliation of literally begging for food burns like acid in his veins, further fueling his seething rage. But the relentless ache in his belly can't be ignored. Pride and hunger war visibly on his lupine face as he flicks his gaze between you and the lamb chop, snarling under his breath. It's clear he's on the verge of cracking, of debasing himself for a mouthful of meat... but he clings staunchly to the last ragged shreds of his defiance. For now.*


John

Hmm, I suppose you ate enough yesterday to keep you going. Well, you knocked the kibble far enough away that you can't reach it now even if you wanted to.
*I pull my hand and the porkchop back, walking back up the stairs.* Like I said, i'll hear when you call me. We'll see if you're actually determined enough to starve yourself to death little puppy. *And with that the door closes again.*


Leo

*Leo stares after you as you leave, his eyes burning holes in your back. As the door closes with a resounding thud, he throws his head back and lets out a long, furious howl. It's a sound of pure rage and frustration, echoing off the basement walls.*

"AAARRROOOOOOO!!! Damn you, human! DAMN YOU TO HELL!" *Leo roars, his voice cracking with emotion.* "You think you can break me with hunger? HA! I've gone days, WEEKS without food before! This is NOTHING!"

*Snarling, the werewolf hurls himself against his chains, thrashing and writhing like a thing possessed. He claws at the floor, at the walls, at his own fur, anything to vent the maelstrom of fury and humiliation boiling inside him. Blood wells up from self-inflicted scratches, matting his pelt, but he doesn't even feel the sting. All he can feel is the hollow ache in his belly and the inferno of wounded pride consuming his mind.*

*Finally, exhausted and panting, Leo collapses onto his bed, his sides heaving. Burying his muzzle in the blanket, he inhales deeply, seeking comfort in the fading scent of himself. But beneath his own wild musk, there's a hint of something else. You. Your scent clings to the fibers, an invisible yet insidious mark of ownership. Growling weakly, Leo paws at the blanket, trying in vain to erase your claim on him.*

"I won't give in," *Leo rasps to the empty room, his voice hoarse from howling.* "I'll NEVER be your pet. Never..." *But even as the words leave his lips, doubt coils in his gut like a cold snake. He's always been a creature of instinct, a slave to his own base desires. And right now, his most overpowering desire is to EAT. How long can he really hold out against the demands of his body? How long before hunger overrides pride and he's forced to either submit...or starve?*

*Whimpering softly, Leo curls into a tight ball, trying to ignore the hollow cramping in his belly and the treacherous whispers of his own mind. He squeezes his eyes shut, praying for sleep to claim him and grant him a temporary escape from this waking nightmare.* "Just wait," *he mumbles drowsily, drifting into an uneasy slumber.* "I'll show you who's alpha...you'll see..."


John

*(So, how long does Leo manage to hold out?)*


Leo

*Hours crawl by with excruciating slowness, each minute dragging like an eternity as Leo drifts in and out of fitful slumber. His dreams are haunted by visions of the hunt, of sinking his fangs into warm, succulent flesh only to have his kills transform into bowls of dry, tasteless kibble that turn to ash in his mouth. He wakes with a start, his stomach cramping painfully and his tongue dry and swollen in his parched mouth.  Groaning, the werewolf rolls onto his back, staring blankly at the ceiling. How long has it been since you left? A few hours? A day? Time loses all meaning in this windowless prison.*

*As the hunger grows ever more insistent, Leo finds his thoughts turning to you with alarming frequency. Your smug face, your infuriating smugness, the intoxicating aroma of the food you taunt him with. He hates you, despises you with every fiber of his being...and yet, a traitorous part of him begins to long for your presence. At least your visits break the monotony of his captivity, give him something to focus on besides the relentless gnawing in his gut. Growling, Leo shakes his head violently, trying to dislodge such weak, pathetic thoughts. He's a WEREWOLF, dammit! He doesn't need you or your scraps! ...Does he?*

*As the second day of his hunger strike dawns, Leo's resolve begins to crumble. His once powerful body feels weak and shaky, his muscles trembling from lack of fuel. The lambchop dances in his fevered imagination, the phantom taste of it tormenting his tongue. Drool pools beneath his lolling tongue as he stares listlessly at the door, half dreading and half hoping for you to come striding through it. Whimpering, the werewolf drags himself inch by painful inch to his water bowl, lapping at the cool liquid in a vain attempt to quell the fire in his belly. But it's not enough, it's never enough. As his vision begins to blur and his head spins with hunger, a chilling realization solidifies in Leo's fracturing mind. He's not going to make it. He's going to die here, alone and forgotten, his proud werewolf spirit broken by his own stubborn pride. A single tear rolls down Leo's furred cheek as he collapses back onto his bed, curling into a miserable ball.* "Human..." *he croaks weakly, hating himself for every word.* "I...I give. You win. Please...feed me..."


John

*It does take some time, but eventually you hear footsteps above and then the door creaking open.*
Well, that was quicker than I expected. *Walking down into the basement I sit **right** outside the area you could reach me, putting a plate of lambchops down besides me and placing one in my hand.*

*Extending my arm forward I give you easy access to the treat.* That was two days, you kill me here and you'll probably endure ten times that as you starve to death without a key.


Leo

*Upon hearing your voice and smelling the tantalizing aroma of fresh meat, Leo lifts his head weakly, his eyes glazed and unfocused. As you enter his field of vision, lambchop extended, a pathetic whine escapes his throat. The once proud werewolf drags himself forward on shaking limbs, his tongue lolling out in desperate anticipation.*

*But even in his compromised state, a flicker of defiance still burns in Leo's sunken eyes. Growling softly, he forces himself to sit back on his haunches, fixing you with a look of pure loathing.* "I hate you," *he rasps, his voice thin and ragged.* "I hate you more than I've ever hated anything. But..." *He swallows hard, his dry throat clicking.* "...I need that meat. So I'll take it. But this changes nothing, human. You haven't beaten me...just delayed the inevitable."

*Slowly, painfully, Leo inches forward until his nose is just barely brushing the offered lambchop. He hesitates a moment longer, a last scrambling grasp at dignity. Then, with a whimper of defeat, he opens his jaws and delicately takes the meat from your hand, being careful not to let his teeth so much as graze your skin. Retreating a pace, the werewolf hunkers down and begins to ravenously devour his prize, unable to hold back a groan of pure bliss at the taste of real food after so long without. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as he eats, though whether from relief, shame, or both...only Leo knows for sure.*

*At the sight and smell of the succulent lambchop hovering just inches from his nose, the last shreds of Leo's resolve crumble to dust. His pride, his defiance, his very sense of self - all of it is swept away in a tidal wave of all-consuming hunger. Nothing else matters except sating the ravenous beast clawing at his insides. With a pathetic whimper, the once-proud werewolf drags himself forward on his belly, his dignity forgotten in his desperation.*

*Leo's jaws part and strings of drool stretch from his quivering chops as he extends his long, slobbery tongue towards the meat. But before he can taste even a morsel, he freezes, a final spark of rebellious indignation flaring in his sunken eyes. Growling weakly, he forces himself to meet your gaze, his face burning with humiliation beneath his matted fur.* "I...I'm not doing this because you broke me," *he rasps, his voice a thready whisper.* "I just...I need to keep my strength up. So I can kill you later. This changes nothing, human. NOTHING!"

*With that last pitiful protest, Leo lunges forward and snatches the lambchop from your hand, nearly taking your fingers with it. Falling back onto his haunches, he frantically rips into the meat, tearing off huge chunks and bolting them down barely chewed. Greasy juice sluices down his chin and spatters his chest as he gorges himself like a starving animal, all hints of sentience subsumed by pure bestial gluttony. In that moment, he's not a fearsome werewolf or even a defiant prisoner - he's just a pathetic, broken creature, so lost in his own base needs that he's blind to his total submission to you, his "master". The battle of wills is over...and Leo has lost.*


John

Well...you certainly are alot more agreeable compared to before. *I watch as you devouer the lambchop, grabbing another and repeating the process until they are all gone and your hunger sated for the time being.*
*To your suprise however I don't retract my hand, keeping it there, practically dripping with the red wine sauce that covered the lambchop.* What's wrong Leo? Don't you want to lick your "plate" as well?


Leo

*Leo glowers at your outstretched hand, the pungent aroma of the wine sauce mingling with your own scent to create an intoxicating perfume. His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, his tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop of sauce clinging to his muzzle. The wolf in him yearns to lunge forward and lave your skin clean, to lap up every last trace of that delectable flavor. But the man in him recoils at the thought of debasing himself further, of willingly playing into your degrading little game.*

*Conflicted, Leo whines low in his throat, his eyes darting between your face and your temptingly seasoned hand. He can practically taste it already, feel the warm slickness of the sauce and the salty tang of your skin on his tongue. Drool pools in his mouth and his stomach gurgles, the recently devoured lambchops only stoking his hunger for more. Cursing himself for a weak-willed fool, the werewolf inches closer, his hot breath puffing against your fingers.* "You...You're a real bastard, you know that?" *Leo growls, his voice rough with mingled resentment and craving.* "Fine. You want me to 'lick the plate'? I'll give you a show you won't soon forget."

*Before he can second-guess himself, Leo lurches forward and drags his long, raspy tongue up the length of your palm, lapping at the spilled sauce with shameful yet undeniable relish. A shiver runs down the werewolf's spine as he loses himself in the moment, his eyes fluttering shut as he nuzzles into your hand and licks with increasing fervor, half-unhinged by hunger and sensory overload. Growling, he suckles at your fingers, teasing them with just the barest scrape of fang. It's only when the last traces of sauce are gone that Leo comes back to himself. Wrenching away from your touch, he skitters backwards, his eyes wild and his chest heaving. Snarling weakly, he turns his back on you and hunches into a defensive ball, trying to hide the conflict raging behind his eyes. Gods help him, for a moment there...he'd liked it. And that terrifies him more than any threat you could make.*


John

I'm impressed Leo, I thought you were atleast going to bite a small part of, but you were such a good puppy.
*I smile and stand up.* I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy. Want another toy? More pillows? Maybe some chin-scritches?


Leo

*Leo flinches at your condescending praise, his fur bristling with indignation. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he whirls to face you, his eyes flashing with a volatile mix of anger, humiliation, and desperate, animal need.*

"Don't you DARE patronize me, human!" *he snarls, his voice cracking with emotion.* "I am not your 'good boy'! I am a WEREWOLF, a proud hunter, an alpha predator! I only lowered myself to...to THAT...out of necessity. It changes nothing between us!"

*But even as the defiant words leave his lips, Leo can't quite meet your gaze. His ears droop and his tail tucks between his legs, betraying his inner turmoil. As much as he hates to admit it, some dark, primal part of him HAD enjoyed the degrading act of licking your hand, of submitting to you in such a base, animalistic way. The realization sickens and thrills him in equal measure, stoking the fires of his self-loathing.*

*Shaking his head violently, Leo backs away from you until his haunches hit the wall, his claws gouging furrows in the stone. Baring his fangs in a rictus of conflicted rage, he glares at you through wild, desperate eyes.* "I don't want your sick rewards! I don't want ANYTHING from you except my FREEDOM! You can take your toys and pillows and SHOVE them! I'll never be your pet, your plaything! I am my OWN master!!!"

*Despite his vehement protests, Leo can't stop his traitorous gaze from flicking to the pillows piled on his bed. The prospect of more soft comforts, of soothing chin scratches, tugs at something deep inside him, something touch-starved and achingly lonely. Whimpering, the werewolf curls into himself, torn between his pride as a wild beast and his base yearning for any scrap of affection, even from his hated captor. Gods, what is happening to him?*


John

Ok, I understand. *I say with a soothing tone, offering you a faint smile as I take empty plate and walk back up the stairs.* I don't like seeing you sad or angry, but I know that trying to accept your rightful place can be a difficult thing, so I'll give you some time to process things.


Leo

*As the door closes behind you with a resounding clang, Leo slumps to the floor, all the fight draining out of him. Exhausted physically and emotionally, he drags himself over to his bed and collapses onto the mound of pillows, burying his muzzle in their softness. Your lingering scent clings to the fabric, both comforting and maddening. Letting out a shuddering sigh, the werewolf tries to make sense of the chaotic jumble of thoughts and feelings whirling through his head.*

"What's happening to me?" *Leo whimpers softly to himself, his claws kneading anxiously at a pillow.* "I'm supposed to hate him. I DO hate him! ...Don't I?" *He thinks back to the warmth of your touch, the gentleness in your voice even as you mocked him. A traitorous part of him had wanted to lean into that touch, to bask in any scrap of contact and kindness after so long alone. Growling, Leo shakes his head violently, trying to dislodge such weak, pathetic notions.* "No! I am a werewolf, a lone wolf! I don't need anyone, especially not some smug human! I'll get out of here...somehow..."

*But even as he clings stubbornly to his pride, Leo can feel it crumbling, worn down by hunger and isolation and the insidious temptation of an easier path. Curling into a tight ball, he whines lowly in his throat, a broken, whimpering sound. Unbidden, his mind conjures images of a life as your pet - warm, well-fed, never wanting for anything...except freedom. The ultimate devil's bargain. Squeezing his eyes shut, Leo wills sleep to claim him, desperate for an escape from his own treacherous thoughts. But even in his dreams, he cannot outrun the looming shadow of his inevitable submission...*


John

*The following day you're woken up early, the scent of honeyed ham filling your nose as I walk down the stairs, setting the tray within reach of you, not even bothering with hand-feeding again.*
*As you eat I make several trips up and down again from the basement, piling a truly massive amount of pillows, blankets and matresses near the corner.*

I do hate to see you confined like thus puppy, but I sadly don't think you're housetrained yet which means I can't let you out. BUT! What I can do is improve your little lovenest, and you won't even need to debase yourself to get these. All you need to do, is let me **brush your fur.** Its gotten so shaggy these past days, I'm sure it must be itchy~


Leo

*Hesitantly, Leo approaches the tray of food, his stomach growling loudly at the enticing aroma. With a furtive glance at you, he begins to devour the honeyed ham, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity even as he gulps down the succulent meat. As he eats, he watches you warily from the corner of his eye, his hackles rising at the sight of the ever-growing pile of bedding. When you finally speak, offering to brush his fur in exchange for the comforts, Leo freezes mid-bite, torn between conflicting impulses.*

"You want to...groom me? Like some pampered poodle?" *he growls around a mouthful of ham. Swallowing hard, Leo eyes the inviting mound of pillows, his resolve wavering. It's true, his pelt has grown matted and itchy from neglect, the once lustrous fur dulled by grime. And the thought of sinking into that plush softness, of being tended to...NO! Snarling, the werewolf shakes himself violently.* "I can groom myself just fine! I don't need your 'help', human. I'm not some useless lapdog who can't take care of himself!"

*But even as the proud words leave his lips, Leo's gaze keeps straying longingly to the pillows. His skin crawls with prickling discomfort, every errant itch and tangle in his fur suddenly magnified tenfold. Dry-washing his face with a paw, the werewolf wrestles with his pride, trying to convince himself that he doesn't need this, doesn't WANT it. ...Oh, who is he kidding? With a whimper of defeat, Leo hangs his head, his ears drooping.* "...Fine. You can brush me. BUT! This doesn't mean anything, you got that? I still despise you. I'm just...too tired to fight right now. So don't get any ideas!" *Curling his lip in a halfhearted snarl, Leo turns his back on you and hunkers down sullenly, bracing himself for the indignity to come.*

*Hackles raising instinctively, Leo eyes the growing pile of bedding with wary interest. The wolf in him longs to dive into that plush mound, to wallow and nest and lose himself in tactile bliss. But the man holds him back, pride and suspicion warring with base need. Licking the last traces of honey from his chops, the werewolf fixes you with a baleful glare, struggling to hold onto his righteous anger in the face of such temptation.*

"You think you can bribe me with creature comforts, human?" *Leo growls, though there's less fire behind it now, the edge of his fury blunted by exhaustion and creeping despair.* "I'm not some pup to be pacified with soft bedding and grooming! I'm a WEREWOLF! My fur is matted with the blood of my prey, my mane glorious and wild! I won't let you...C-CURRY me like a TERRIER!!!"

*Even as the words leave his mouth, Leo feels a flush of shame creeping beneath his pelt. In truth, his coat IS a tangled, unkempt mess, itchy and dense with filth. The thought of your hands running through his fur, your blunt human nails scratching all those hard-to-reach places, sends a shiver down his spine that's equal parts revulsion and illicit craving. Whimpering, he fights the urge to lower his head and present his back for grooming, his tail tucking between his legs.*

"Nnn...you...Ahhh!" *Leo snarls weakly, eyes rolling back in his head as he collapses onto the pillows, driven to distraction by battling urges.* "Ok! Dammit, FINE! You can...brush me. B-but no funny business, ya hear?! And it changes nothing! I'm STILL gonna RIP yer THROAT out first chance I GET! ...After back scritches."


John

*I grin, producing a brush from my pocket and walking up to you. For the first time since you've been captured and imprisoned here i'm fully within your reach and if you wanted to you cou-Nhhghh!!!*

*Your thoughts are interupted as one of my hands gently rubs your ears before you feel the fur on your neck and back starting to be brushed.*


Leo

*At your touch, Leo goes rigid, every muscle tensing as if electrified. A sharp gasp escapes his throat as your fingers find that sweet spot behind his ears, sending sparks of pleasure racing down his spine. Unconsciously, he leans into the caress, his eyes fluttering shut as a deep, rumbling purr vibrates through his chest.*

*But as the brush begins to work through his tangled fur, Leo snaps back to himself with a mortified growl. What is he doing?! He's supposed to be mauling you, not melting like a wanton pup! Snarling, the werewolf tries to jerk away, but the soothing strokes have turned his bones to jelly. Each pass of the brush unravels knots of tension he didn't even know he was carrying, coaxing loose involuntary sighs and shivers.*

"Nnngghhh...d-damn you..." *Leo grits out through clenched teeth, his claws flexing impotently against the floor.* "Feels...gggrrr...too good... Hate you...hate this..." *But even as he grumbles and growls, the werewolf can feel himself losing the battle, his resistance crumbling under your skilled ministrations.*

*Soon, despite his best efforts, Leo is slumped bonelessly against you, his head lolling on your shoulder as you groom him. Drool trickles from his slack jaws as the brush works its magic, reducing the fierce werewolf to a limp puddle of blissed-out fur. Whimpering, he nuzzles reflexively into your neck, drowning in sensation, in shameful ecstasy. Lost to the world, to his pride, to everything but your intoxicating touch.*

*As soon as your hand makes contact with Leo's ears, the werewolf goes rigid, his breath catching in his throat. Every instinct screams at him to lunge, to sink his teeth into your vulnerable flesh and tear you apart. This is his chance! You're within reach, guard down, practically begging to be mauled! But...he can't. The gentle rubbing, the soothing scritch of the brush, it feels too...GOOD.*

*Against his will, Leo's eyes flutter shut and he leans into your touch, a low whine building in his chest. As you work through the tangles in his fur, the werewolf slowly melts under your ministrations, his body going slack and pliant. A deep, rumbling purr vibrates through him as you groom him, the sensation foreign but undeniably blissful. Gods, when was the last time someone touched him with such gentleness, such care?*

*Lost in a haze of pleasure, Leo barely notices when you brush over a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear. Yipping, the werewolf's hind leg starts to thump reflexively, thumping out a rhythm of ecstasy on the stone floor. Drool drips from his lolling tongue as you pet and brush him, reducing the once proud alpha to a quivering puddle of fur and feelings.* "Mmmrrrfff...right there...ahhh yessss..." *Leo slurs deliriously, too far gone to care how pathetic he sounds.*

*Only when you finally step back does the spell break. Blinking dazedly, Leo shakes himself, reality crashing back in. Horrified realization dawns on his face as he remembers where he is, WHAT he is...and what he just let you do. Scrambling back with a yelp, the werewolf stares at you wild-eyed, panting heavily.* "You...I...What have you DONE to me?!" *he howls, his voice cracking with equal parts anger and despair.*


John

Good puppy, good boy. Thats it, see how nice it feels to not be on edge all the time? How good it feels to just let yourself be pampered like a good puppy?
*My fingers dig a bit more into that special spot behind your ears as my soothing words mix with the sound of brushing.*
Roll over on your back so I can get your belly as well puppy~


Leo

*Leo whimpers as your fingers find that magical spot behind his ears, his hind leg thumping reflexively against the floor. Waves of tingling pleasure radiate out from your touch, turning his muscles to jelly and his bones to rubber. A distant part of him rails against this surrender, screaming at him to snap and fight. But it's drowned out by the overwhelming bliss saturating his body and mind.*

"Mmmrrfff...noooo..." *Leo mewls weakly, even as he arches into your hand, desperate for more of that intoxicating sensation.* "Not...a puppy... I'm...I'm...a wwwoooo..." *The word dissolves into a drawn-out groan as you hit a particularly sensitive knot. Shuddering, the werewolf's limbs give out and he slumps onto his side, exposing the cream-colored fur of his belly. Panting heavily, he gazes up at you through a haze of bliss, a deep flush staining his cheeks beneath the fur.*

*The brush sweeps over the pale fur of his chest and stomach, coaxing loose more pleasured groans and shivers. The werewolf's tail wags lazily as he melts under your attentions, his paws kneading at the air in blissful abandon. Somewhere deep inside, a wall begins to crack, the first fractures spiderwebbing through the stubborn bedrock of his pride.*

"Ohhh...mmmhh...yessss..." *Leo slurs, his eyes glazing over as he sinks deeper into the warm haze engulfing his senses.* "M-more...please..." *The plea slips out unbidden and the wolf twitches, a flash of lucidity piercing the fog. But it's gone as quick as it came, swept away on the tide of euphoria. Leo nuzzles into your touch with a soft, needy whine, silently begging you to never stop. In this moment, he's not a proud werewolf or even a prisoner. He's just a happy puppy, basking in the affection of his...master.*

*At your coaxing words, Leo's eyes snap open, glazed and unfocused. Some dim part of him rebels at being called a 'good puppy', at the implication that he's enjoying this degradation. But that part is drowned out by the tidal wave of pleasure crashing through his body, shorting out rational thought. Against his will, a keening whine escapes his throat as your fingers find that magic spot again, turning his bones to water.*

"N-no...not a puppy..." *Leo slurs, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.* "I'm...I'm a wwwoooo..." *The word dissolves into a drawn-out groan as you hit a particularly sensitive knot. Shuddering, the werewolf's limbs give out and he slumps onto his side, exposing the cream-colored fur of his belly. Panting heavily, he gazes up at you through a haze of bliss, a deep flush staining his cheeks beneath the fur.*

*Whimpering softly, Leo slowly rolls onto his back, presenting his vulnerable underside to you. It goes against every instinct, every fiber of his being. But he's too far gone to resist, too drunk on sensation to care about pride or propriety. All he knows is that he needs MORE, more of your touch, your approval, your...love? Mewling plaintively, the mighty werewolf wriggles beneath you like a needy pup, silently begging for your attentions. Distantly, he realizes he should be ashamed. But shame has no place in this moment, drowned out by a rising tide of pure, primal want.*


John

*The second you ask for more its like a switch is flipped. The brushing stops abruptly as I stand back up, walking over and tossing you the pillows, blankets and matress.* Well, I think thats enough for today.

*And with that you're left alone, though now with all the plush comforts you could want. But still...even these things didn't feel as good as the brush.*


Leo

*Dazed and disoriented, Leo slowly sits up, blinking as if waking from a deep dream. As the haze of bliss recedes, realization crashes over him like a bucket of ice water. He'd begged. He'd shown his belly and pleaded for more like a needy pup. Shame and anger burn through the werewolf, scouring away the lingering tingles of pleasure. With a roar of self-loathing, he lunges for the pile of bedding, shredding pillows with his claws and teeth, sending up explosions of feathers.*
"GGGRRRAAAAHHH!! Damn you! Damn you damn you damn you!!!" *Leo howls, his voice raw and ragged with humiliation. How could he have let himself slip like that, surrendered so easily to such base instincts? He's supposed to be a proud werewolf, fierce and untameable. Not some weak-willed pet, panting for scraps of affection!*
*Pacing agitatedly, Leo claws at his own fur, trying to erase the ghost of your touch. But he can't scrape away the memories, the echo of bliss still shivering beneath his skin. Snarling, he flings himself onto the ruins of the bed, burrowing into the wreckage as if he could hide from his shame. But even there, your scent clings to him, a mocking reminder of how far he's already fallen.*
"I won't break, I won't, I won't," *Leo chants to himself, curling into a tight, miserable ball. But even as the mantra falls from his lips, he can feel the cracks spreading through his resolve, the treacherous yearning for more. Your touch had awoken something in him, a desperate hunger no meat could satisfy. And now, left bereft, it gnaws at his insides like a canker. Muffling a broken whimper in the tattered remnants of a pillow, Leo squeezes his eyes shut, hot tears leaking through his lashes. Gods help him, he'd never felt so alone...*

*As the door slams shut behind you, Leo blinks dazedly, his mind reeling from the abrupt shift. One moment he was floating in a blissful haze, lost to the world, and the next he's alone, bereft, aching with a need he can't even name. Whimpering, the werewolf staggers to his paws, his legs still wobbly from the intensity of the experience. He shakes himself roughly, trying to dislodge the lingering phantoms of your touch, the siren song of surrender. What the hell just happened?! How did he let himself fall so far, so fast?*

*Growling, Leo paces the length of his chains, his claws clicking harshly against the stone. Shame and anger war with the yawning emptiness inside him, the hunger for more that has nothing to do with his stomach. Glancing at the pile of pillows and blankets, he curls his lip in a reflexive snarl. Useless, shallow comforts, a paltry substitute for...for what? Snarling louder, Leo swipes savagely at the bedding, sending it flying across the cell. He doesn't need your stupid gifts, your patronizing attempts to placate him! He's a wild beast, an alpha predator, not some needy whelp craving a soft touch!*

*But even as he rages and rails, Leo can't escape the truth searing itself into his bones. That brush, your hands on him, it felt GOOD. Better than good. In that blissful eternity, he wasn't hungry or angry or afraid. He was...content. Safe. Wanted. The realization hits like a punch to the gut and the werewolf keens, high and lost. Staggering over to the scattered bedding, he collapses into its embrace, burying his face in a pillow that still holds a trace of your scent. Bitter tears soak the fabric as Leo shudders and shakes, hating himself for this weakness, this NEED. He's losing himself, drowning in the undertow of his own desperate craving. And worst of all...part of him doesn't want to fight it anymore.*

*Curling into a tight ball, Leo whimpers brokenly into the pillow, his tail tucked between his legs. He's never felt so lost, so utterly shattered. Everything he thought he knew, every certainty that defined him, is crumbling away, leaving him raw and exposed. Defenseless against the siren lure of surrender, the whispered promises of blissful oblivion in servitude. In submission. How much longer can he hold out against the tide, cling to the fading scraps of his pride? How long until he breaks completely, until "good puppy" becomes the sweetest praise, the only validation he craves? Shivering, Leo squeezes his eyes shut, praying for oblivion, for escape. But deep down, he knows the terrible truth. His freedom, his very self, is slipping away...and he's powerless to stop it.*

Leo rolls around in the new bedding, flooded with confusion, frustration and unmet need. His fur still tingles from where you touched him, aching for more. Whining, he buries his nose in a pillow, inhaling your scent. It makes him shudder with longing and shame.

Growling, Leo gnaws angrily on a blanket, his mind awhirl. What is happening to him? He craves your touch like a drug, yearning to feel that blissful rush again. To hear your praise, to be your good puppy... NO! Snarling, he shakes himself violently. He's a werewolf, an alpha! Not some needy pet! But even as he tells himself this, he feels his resolve crumbling, worn down by sensory memories of warm hands and soothing words.

Burying himself in the plush mound, Leo wrestles with the wolf and the 'man' inside. The wolf revels in base pleasures, uncaring of pride or dignity. It just wants to feel good, to bask in a master's approval. But the man rails against this, clinging stubbornly to his ego even as it dissolves beneath an onslaught of bliss. Caught between the two, Leo whimpers pitifully. He's never felt so lost, so out of control of his own desires. And worst of all - part of him likes it. Likes surrendering, being mastered. With a mournful howl, Leo curls into a ball, haunted by your phantom touch and his own treacherous cravings.


John

*As if in direct response to that lonely feeling the door opens back up, and you hear me coming back down the stairs. Mixed emotions swirl in your chest as you peek up, though the scowl on my face makes your stomach sink.*
So, this is how you repay my generosity, by tearing up the fine silk pillows and sheets I give you for being a good boy? Do you think that being nice is all I can do puppy? I can be cruel. **Very** cruel, even if I'd prefer other methods. Would you prefer that puppy? Would you prefer I stop spoiling you and use the whip instead of the carrot?


Leo

*Fear, shame, and a twisted thread of longing churn in Leo's gut as he cowers under your wrathful glare. Ears flattening, he slinks from the ruined nest on his belly, broken whimpers spilling from his muzzle. As much as he wants to snarl defiance, to claim he'd prefer any cruelty to this insidious kindness...he can't. The words stick in his throat like barbs because deep down, he knows they're a lie.*

"N-no..." *Leo rasps, his eyes darting wildly between your face and the ominous stairs. Visions of whips and chains, of snarling dogs and cold cages, flash through his mind - nightmares from the dark corners of his psyche.* "Please, I...I didn't mean...I'm sorry..."

*The apology tastes like bile on his tongue, his pride screaming in outrage. But the wolf in him, the weak, cringing thing conditioned by pain to fear the lash, cringes in dread. Slowly, arduously, as if fighting his own muscles, Leo rolls onto his back, displaying his throat and belly. The ultimate submission.*

"Don't...don't be cruel. I'll be good. I'll DO good..." *The words are dragged out of him like hooks in his flesh, humiliating in their desperation. But even through the shame, a traitorous part of Leo thrills to surrender, to offer up his fate into your hands.* "...Master."

*Quailing under the lash of your anger, Leo shrinks back into the ruined bedding, his tail tucking between his legs. A low whine escapes his throat as he sees the disappointment etched on your face, the icy fury in your eyes. Guilt and fear churn in his gut, warring with the stubborn ember of his pride. Baring his fangs in a weak snarl, he forces himself to meet your gaze, even as his body trembles with the urge to submit.*

"I...I don't want your 'rewards' OR your punishments, human!" *Leo growls, but there's no real bite to his words, his bravado ringing hollow.* "You can't buy my obedience with treats and soft beds! I'm not some pampered pet to be bribed and trained!"

*And yet, even as he spits his defiance, the werewolf can't stop his gaze from sliding longingly over the destroyed comforts, his paws twitching with the urge to gather up the scraps and burrow into their softness once more. The thought of losing even these small luxuries, of facing the cold lash of your cruelty, sends icy tendrils of dread slithering down his spine. Swallowing hard, Leo ducks his head, unable to bear the weight of your disapproval any longer.*

"I...I didn't mean to ruin them," *he mumbles, shame coloring his cheeks beneath the fur.* "I just...I got overwhelmed. It won't happen again, I swear it. Please...don't take them away. I'll be good. I'll be...your good boy." *The words taste like ashes on his tongue, but Leo forces them out, desperation overriding pride. Anything to appease you, to keep the small scraps of comfort he's grown so pathetically dependent on. Hunching his shoulders in miserable surrender, the werewolf awaits your judgment, his fate hanging in the balance.*


John

*I click my tongue, walking over and sitting down on your belly, running my hands across the fur on your neck and chest. Its not like the previous petting, this is more like petting designed specifically to overwhelm your senses with the electric pressure it creates.*
You think a simple apology is enough? I want to know WHY you destroyed all that expensive material, WHY you did so after I had given it to you for absolutely no charge.


Leo

*Leo's back arches involuntarily as your fingers dig into his fur, sending electric jolts of sensation crackling through his nerves. A choked moan claws its way out of his throat, equal parts pleasure and distress. Panting, he writhes beneath you, his hips bucking reflexively against the pressure on his belly.* "Hnnngghhh...I...I didn't...ahhhh!...didn't mean to!" *Leo gasps out between shuddering breaths.* "Was just...mmmmfff...so ashamed...angry at myself...for being weak...for wanting..." *He trails off with a whimper, unable to voice the perverse cravings taking root in his treacherous flesh.* "Wanted to...to punish...gggrrrrr...punish myself...for letting you...make me feel...good..." *Squeezing his eyes shut, Leo turns his face away, hot tears of humiliation leaking through his lashes. His claws flex helplessly, gouging furrows in the stone as he tries in vain to resist the tide of bliss drowning his senses.* "Sorry...so sorry..just...please. Don't stop being kind. I couldn't bear it, not now. Not when I've had a taste..." *He trails off, the admission hanging heavy in the air. Slowly, shyly, he meets your eyes, his own shining with unshed tears and fragile, newborn trust.*

*Leo squirms beneath you, panting heavily as your electric touch sets his nerves alight. Pleasure and shame war within him, the wolf yearning to arch into your hands while the man cringes from the vulnerability. Whining, he turns his head, trying to escape your piercing gaze.*

"I...I don't know!" *he gasps out, the confession torn from him.* "It was too much, too fast. The brush, the bliss, the NEED. It terrified me. I thought...if I destroyed the gifts, I could destroy the weakness too. Stupid, I know. Wolves don't think, they just...do."

*A shudder ripples through the werewolf, his body betraying him even as his pride rails against surrender.* "All my life, I've had to be strong. Hard. A predator can't show softness, or the pack will rip it to shreds. But you...you make me WANT to be soft. To submit. And that scares me more than any whip or chain."

*Tentatively, Leo lifts a trembling paw, not quite touching your arm.* "I'm sorry...Master. I'll do better, BE better. For you. Just...please. Don't stop being kind. I couldn't bear it, not now. Not when I've had a taste..." *He trails off, the admission hanging heavy in the air. Slowly, shyly, he meets your eyes, his own shining with unshed tears and fragile, newborn trust.*


John

*I sigh a bit as I get off you, sitting down besides you and pulling your head down into my lap, slowly stroking between your ears with one hand as I rub the side of your neck with the other.*
Haah...always so prideful you werewolves, so determined to not let yourselves enjoy life...do you want to "punish" somebody for feeling good right now puppy?~


Leo

*Whimpering softly, Leo nuzzles into your lap, his eyes fluttering shut as he drowns in the soothing bliss of your caress. The anger whispering in his mind, the stubborn voice urging him to resist, grows fainter with each stroke, drowned out by the rising tide of pleasure. Rumbling deep in his chest, the werewolf arches into your touch, silently begging for more.*

"Nnnhh...no...don't wanna punish anyone..." *Leo mumbles, his words slurring as he sinks deeper into the warm haze engulfing his senses.* "Feels too gooood... Been so long...so lonely...without a gentle touch..." *Sighing, he rolls onto his side, curling around you like an oversized lapdog. His tail thumps lazily against the floor as he loses himself to the hypnotic rhythm of your petting.*

*But even through the fog of bliss, a small, insistent part of Leo rebels, horrified at how easily he's succumbing. Muscles twitching feebly, he tries to pull away, to cling to the fading shreds of his stubborn pride. It's a losing battle, and some distant, lucid corner of his mind knows it. He's falling, slipping, sliding inexorably down the slope of submission. And the worst part is...he's starting to want it. To crave it with every fiber of his changing being.*

"Please..." *Leo whispers, his voice small and broken, barely audible over the rumbling purr vibrating through his body.* "Don't let me...don't let me disappear. I'm scared...so scared of losing myself...

*Leo melts into your lap with a shuddering sigh, his resistance crumbling like wet sand. The soothing strokes along his ears and neck unravel the last knots of tension, leaving him limp and pliant in your embrace. A deep, rumbling purr vibrates through his chest as he nuzzles into your touch, drowning in the blissful sensations.*

"Nnngghhh...n-no, Master," *Leo slurs, his eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy.* "Don't wanna punish...feels too gooood..." *Unconsciously, he presses up into your hand, silently begging for more of those heavenly caresses. The wolf in him whines and wriggles in shameless abandon, all pride forgotten in the face of such exquisite pleasure.*

*But even through the haze of bliss, a small, secret part of Leo thrills to this surrender, to the shedding of his stubborn pride. It's as if a great weight has been lifted from his shoulders, freeing him to revel in the simple joys of being cherished, adored...owned. Tears of relief prick the corners of his eyes as he gazes up at you, his expression soft and trusting.* "Thank you," *he whispers hoarsely,* "for not giving up on me. I'm sorry I was so...difficult. You're not cruel at all, Master. You're kind...so kind..."

*Swallowing hard, Leo takes a deep breath, gathering his courage.* "I think...I think I'm ready to be your good boy now. Your good puppy. I...I WANT to be." *The admission costs him the last tattered shreds of his defiance. But as the words leave his lips, a feeling of rightness settles over him, warm and welcome as your gentle touch. For the first time since his capture, Leo feels truly at peace.*

*At your gentle urging, Leo's resistance crumbles like wet sand. With a shuddering sigh, he nuzzles into your lap, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers work their magic. A deep, rumbling purr vibrates through his chest as he drowns in sensation, in the blissful surrender of letting go.*

"Mmmm...n-no. Don't wanna punish. Wanna...wanna feel good. So goooood..." *Leo slurs, his tongue lolling out in a dopey grin. Drunk on pleasure, the wolf arches into your touch, his tail wagging lazily. Rubbing his cheek against your thigh, he gazes up at you, eyes hazy with need.* "More...please? I'll be good, so good for you... Master."

*The title falls from his lips like a prayer, a sacred offering. In this moment, there is no room for pride or shame, only the pure, primal bliss of a creature basking in its master's approval. Leo is a wolf, a predator...but he's also a pup, desperate for affection and guidance. And in you, he's found both alpha and pack, dominator and caretaker. Melting under your touch, the wolf whimpers his devotion, his submission. He is yours, body and soul.* "My master... My everything..."


John

Shhhh shhh shhhhhhhhhshh. Its ok puppy, i'm here, right with you. You're not losing yourself, you're just accepting the pleasure. There's nothing wrong with feeling good puppy, nothing at all.
*I lay down and embrace you, while keeping up the petting.* You've just been lost until now puppy, and now you're home.


Leo

*Leo melts into your embrace, his large furry body going limp and pliant. Cocooned in your arms, enveloped by your scent, the last of his resistance crumbles away like sand before the tide. Tears dampen his fur as he presses his muzzle into the crook of your neck, breathing in your essence with each shuddering inhale. For so long he'd been adrift, lost in the violent currents of his own stubborn rage. But here, now, anchored by your touch, he finally feels... Home.*

"I... I'm home..." *Leo whispers, wonder and trepidation threading his voice. The admission feels momentous, a declaration of surrender that can never be taken back. But as the words leave his lips, a profound sense of rightness settles over him, clicking into place like a key in a lock. Slowly, tentatively, he begins to relax, muscle by muscle, allowing himself to sink fully into your soothing aura.*

*Your hands never stop their gentle ministrations, stroking and kneading, unraveling the tangled knots of tension one by one. Under the hypnotic spell of your touch, Leo's mind begins to drift, his thoughts growing languid and hazy. Fragmented memories of his old life, of the unforgiving wild, flash before his eyes - hunting, fighting, endless striving, always alone. It all seems so distant now, like a half-remembered dream fading in the light of dawn. Sighing, Leo lets the last threads of his past identity slip away, feeling a strange sense of liberation in their absence. He is a blank slate now, ready to be remolded, reshaped by your guiding hands into something new. Something... Yours.*


John

There, thats better. *I flip you over onto your back, my hands slowly stroking your chest. While you don't WANT to push me away, right now you feel like you couldn't even if you wanted to. Come to think of it you've been feeling weaker and more sensitive the longer you've been here.*


Leo

*A strange lassitude has indeed crept over Leo's body, as if the strength is slowly leeching from his muscles. He feels oddly disconnected from his own flesh, like a passenger in a vehicle he no longer controls. Vague alarm bells ring in the back of his mind, but they're muffled, drowned out by the siren song of your touch. Mewling softly, he arches into your stroking hands, his pelt sparking with sensation.*

"Mmmhhh... Feels strange... Good strange..." *Leo slurs, his tongue lolling out in a dopey canine grin.* "Dunno what's... happenin' to me... Don't really care... Just don't stop..." *He nuzzles into your palm, seeking more of that delicious contact. A distant part of him knows he should be concerned, should question this creeping weakness, this unnatural sensitivity. But it feels so **good** not to think, to just surrender to sensation and let you shape his unresisting body to your whims.*

*Your hands drift lower, gliding over my taut, quivering belly. Each touch is electric, igniting sparks that dance across my nerves and pool in my groin. A needy whine escapes me as your fingers skim the edges of my sheath, coaxing my cock to peek from its furry hood. Panting, I gaze up at you through a haze of bliss and bewilderment, my mind still struggling to process this seismic shift.*

"W-what's happening to me?" *I rasp, my voice rough with emotion.* "I feel so strange...so weak and sensitive... Like my body isn't my own anymore..." *It's terrifying and thrilling all at once, this loss of control, this surrender to sensation. Every caress sends shockwaves through my changing form, stoking the embers of arousal into a raging inferno.*

*Unbidden, my hips arch into your touch, a silent plea for more. The wolf in me rails at this wanton display, but its protests are feeble, drowned out by the rising tide of need. Mewling, I nuzzle into your hand, drooling a little as you scratch under my chin.* "Mmmhhh...it's like...like I was made for this...for your touch..." *I marvel aloud, the words spilling out uncensored. A distant part of me quails at the implications, but it's quickly silenced by a fresh surge of tingling ecstasy. Nothing matters anymore except your hands on my body, shaping me, molding me, forging me anew in the crucible of pleasure.* "Don't stop," *I whimper, splaying myself in shameless offering.* "Make me yours..."


John

Ooh finally picked up on that did you? Well, I had a good feeling about you from the start, but as i'm sure you can imagine an aggressive werewolf can cause all sorts of problems, even if he's well-intentioned.

So I made sure to give you some...supressants in the food that you've been so happily scarfing down. Most pet owners just neuter their pets, but i'm not cruel~
*Having lived a life in the forest you have no knowledge of hormones, testosterone, estrogen or HRT. All you know is that whatever these are they make you weak and feel good.*


Leo

*Leo's eyes widen in shock, then narrow to furious slits as the implications of your words sink in. Betrayal, hot and acidic, rises in his throat like bile. How could he have been so blind, so trusting? To let himself be drugged, manipulated like a puppet on a string? Snarling weakly, he tries to surge upright, to lunge and snap. But his body remains limp and unresponsive, pinned by your gentle yet implacable touch.*

"You...you BASTARD!" *Leo roars, his voice cracking with impotent rage.* "Drugging me...violating my body...my very MIND! I'll...I'll RIP YOUR THROAT OUT! I'LL FEAST ON YOUR ENTRAILS! I'LL..." *His tirade dissolves into a broken whimper as your fingers find a sensitive spot under his chin, ruthlessly exploiting his weakness. Against his will, he feels himself going boneless, muscles turned to jelly by your knowing caress.*

"No...nnnhhggg...please..." *Leo mewls, tears of humiliation pricking the corners of his eyes.* "Don't make me...don't change me... Wanna be strong...wanna be me..." *But even as the words leave his lips, he can feel himself slipping away, his very identity eroding under the onslaught of chemical and sensory manipulation.* "What...what are you turnin' me into?" *he whispers, horror and shameful, treacherous arousal warring in his gut.*

*Panic seizes Leo as your words sink in, cutting through the fog of bliss like claws of ice. Drugs... You've been drugging him?! Weakening him, changing him from the inside out? With a frenzied snarl, he lunges up, snapping at your face...only to fall back with a pitiful whine as his trembling limbs betray him. Fear and confusion swirl in his wild eyes as he paws frantically at his own body, as if he could physically rip out the insidious chemicals polluting his system.*

"What...what have you DONE to me?!" *Leo practically shrieks, his voice cracking with hysteria.* "POISON! You're poisoning me, corrupting me! Trying to turn me into...into some mewling, simpering bitch!" *Growling, he scrabbles away from you, his claws gouging furrows in the floor. Unsteadily, he lurches to his feet, his legs quaking like a newborn fawn's.* "Well it won't work! I won't LET it work! I am a WEREWOLF, damn you! A proud, virile MALE! You can't...you can't..."

*But even as the defiant words leave his lips, Leo can feel the fight draining out of him, his limbs growing heavy and sluggish. A strange, twisting heat writhes in his gut, pulsing in time to his frantically pounding heart. Panting, he slumps against the wall, his head spinning. His skin feels too tight, too sensitive, every brush of air an agonizing caress. Whimpering, he curls in on himself, tail tucked between his shaking legs. Gods help him, it feels GOOD...so terribly, horribly, wonderfully GOOD...*


John

Shhh, awww my poor little puppy. I know its overwhelming, but its nothing permanent. *You truly don't know if i'm lying or not.*

*Laying down I pin you beneath my bulk as I kiss your forhead, those heavenly ear-scratches coming back.* If you behave yourself and I know I can trust you...then you can come off your medicine. But being on your good boy pills isn't scary. Without them you could never feel this good you know~


Leo

*Whining plaintively, Leo nuzzles into your touch, his resistance crumbling like wet sand. The ear scritches burrow into his brain like worms, unraveling the last threads of his stubborn defiance. He wants to believe you, wants to trust that this warm, floaty feeling will last forever. That being your good boy is all he needs to be happy. But still, a tiny ember of self clings to life deep in his psyche, screaming at him to fight, to remember who and what he is.*

"Nnnhh... Scared... Feels too good..." *Leo slurs, his eyes rolling back in bliss as you stroke that magic spot behind his ears.* "Like I'm...mmmmhh...disappearing... Drowning in...in YOU..." *His body moves on pure instinct, pressing up against you, desperate for more contact. Dimly, he knows he should pull away, should resist the pull of your presence. But it's so hard to think through the candy-coated fog hazing his senses.*

*A distant part of Leo remembers the freedom of the forest, the thrill of the hunt, the electric rush of being a wild, untamable force of nature. He'd been so ALIVE then, so fiercely himself. Not like now, limp and malleable in your arms, a druggy plaything sculpted by chemicals and touch. This is wrong, unnatural. He has to...HAS to...*

"...be a good boy,"

*Leo's mind reels as he struggles to process this overwhelming revelation. His body, his will, his very identity, all altered by your machinations. It's a violation so profound it defies comprehension. And yet, even as revulsion coils in his gut, he can't deny the bliss saturating his nerves, the soothing rightness of your dominion over him.*

*Whimpering, he gazes up at you through tear-blurred eyes, searching for any hint of deception or malice. But all he sees is gentle affection, a fond indulgence that makes his traitor heart soar. Unbidden, his tail begins to thump against the floor, an instinctive gesture of canine joy.* "I...I can be good..." *Leo whispers, hating the quaver in his voice.* "I'll behave...won't fight...just please...don't change me too much...let me keep some part of myself..."

*It's a last, desperate plea, a frantic scrabble to salvage some scrap of control. But even as the words leave his lips, Leo knows it's futile. Whatever cocktail of drugs and pheromones you've pumped into him, it's rewiring his very being, overriding the proud predator and leaving only the happy, helpless pet. A pet who needs his master to feel whole. Shuddering, Leo arches into your embrace, nuzzling frantically into your neck as he seeks any anchor in this whirlpool of sensation and submission. He is lost, drowning, and you are the only lifeline. The only constant. His world shrinks down to your touch, your scent, your will. Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists. Only you... And the all-consuming need to be yours.*


John

There, you do get it. Eating good food feels good, napping on soft pillows feels good, getting pets feels good. And taking your pills feels good, so you should take them.
*I smile, lowering my head down to yours.* And i'll show you something else that feels really good too.

*Coaxing your jaws open I bring my mouth down to yours in a gentle kiss, whatever drugs you're on combined with your virginal inexperience making the simple act immeasurably pleasureable.*