Date: Mon, 18 Jan 1999 10:56:51 PST
From: Coistrel Wolf <coistrel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Let It Loose, Pt. 1

Let It Loose, Part 1

By Coistrel


Daniel woke up slowly, consciousness coming reluctantly, his 
surroundings refusing at first to sharpen into focus. His first 
sensation was soreness in his arms and legs. He felt himself lying on a 
hard surface, on his stomach, hands together above him and one knee 
bent. The realization that his wrists and ankles were enclosed in 
leather restraints and secured to the polished wooden surface with short 
lengths of heavy chain caused a panic response in his chest. His heart 
began to race; his breathing became erratic. He took in the rest of the 
scene with darting eyes as his mind struggled to comprehend. He was 
naked, chained to a large wooden platform about six feet square and 12 
inches high. The chains attached to the leather restraints were locked 
into four steel-ringed bolts drilled into the corners of the platform, 
which was squarely in the middle of a large musty room that had the look 
of a cellar. Indeed there were a couple of small windows high up on one 
of the bare walls. The moonlight that came through them was the room's 
only illumination. There was an open door against one wall that revealed 
a dark ascending staircase. Other than that, nothing much to see. 
Shaking off the residual dizziness, he found the chains gave just enough 
slack to allow him to rise to his hands and knees. He struggled onto all 
fours and tried to remember.

Slowly his mind recovered the series of events that led to his 
imprisonment. He remembered the stranger, the mysterious but compelling 
man he had met outside the bar he had gotten into the habit of dropping 
into after work. The man had asked him for a light, and took the 
opportunity to strike up a conversation.

"I've seen you in there a few times. What's the appeal, if I may ask?" 
He exhaled smoke away from Daniel's face.

"I don't know that there is one. It's nearby, convenient. I really only 
stop in for a drink. What about you?" Daniel tried to be cagey, but 
wasn't very good at it.

He looked at Daniel a moment before responding. "Sometimes I meet people 
I'm attracted to. You, for instance."

Daniel studied his face. His directness and the way he almost leered at 
Daniel got his freak radar going, but something about him was 
mesmerizing. He found himself relaxing in spite of his normal 
cautiousness. "Well thanks. What about me in particular attracts you?" 
That wasn't what he'd been planning on saying at all. Why did he?

"You're young, like me. What are you, 23 or 24? You're cleancut, nice 
build. You look like someone who'd enjoy what I have to offer."

"Which is what, exactly?" Daniel thought: oh great, a hustler.

"The opportunity to express your true nature, to let the animal in you 
come out to play. I have a good instinct for that. I've been watching 
you. You're inhibited, shy. But there's wildness in you. You know it's 
there. I can help you release it."

"My animal nature. What animal would that be?" Daniel attempted a smirk, 
but something about this man was causing him to lose control of the 
situation.

"I don't know exactly yet, but possibly wolf, like me."

Daniel studied the man for signs of craziness. He seemed pretty normal 
outwardly. Early twenties, about 5'9", lean, maybe 150 pounds. Dressed 
casually, like everyone else going to the movies or shopping in the 
neighborhood. Black jeans, white t-shirt. Nicely muscled torso, a light 
dusting of brown hair on his thick forearms. Big hands.  A natural 
eroticism permeated him; he seemed real. No jacket on this cool autumn 
evening.  Except for the directly intimate way he was speaking, nothing 
about him seemed immediately threatening.

"You're sizing me up. You can't decide whether I'm a maniac or not, 
right? You're attracted to me, what I'm saying resonates, but you're 
hesitant because this town is full of lunatics and you don't want to end 
up on the news as a missing person." He smiled engagingly. "My name is 
Brian." Daniel was hooked. Game over.

They walked together to Brian's car. As they drove Daniel beat back 
second thoughts. Brian had him pegged, certainly. He had always been too 
inhibited. Growing up, he had been ashamed of his sexuality, and on top 
of that he had been a real late bloomer physically. Only in his late 
teens did he realize that the little runt of his pubescent years, while 
not getting very big, had nevertheless filled out nicely. 5'6", 130 
pounds, a smooth, athletic body made hard and supple with several years 
of gymnastics training. His father had encouraged him to get into 
gymnastics when he complained that he would always be too small for the 
sports he really liked. "Nothing takes the combination of strength and 
sheer guts that gymnastics requires. I was a small kid, too, and 
gymnastics really did wonders for my self-esteem." He was right about 
the effect it would have, but it took Daniel longer to get over the 
physical shyness that being small (and secretly gay) had instilled in 
him. Now, at 23, he was trying to come out of his shell. He had had a 
few sexual experiences, and it was true that the men he'd made out with 
seemed pleasantly surprised by the studliness of his small frame (always 
somewhat hidden by bulky clothes), but he still couldn't help feeling 
inadequate. Inadequate and somehow held back, unable to fully express 
the raw sexual heat he sometimes felt inside. It looked so easy in 
pornos, and in the jackoff stories he read. But still to this day he 
wasn't even comfortable in a locker room, much less the more completely 
vulnerable setting of being naked in bed with a stranger. 

Brian pulled into the driveway of a small house. The driveway circled 
back behind the house, which was situated on a small hill. They parked 
and got out. "Welcome to the sanctum sanctorum", Brian intoned in mock 
ominousness. He put his arm around Daniel's shoulder and led him inside. 
"Can I get you a drink?"

"Uh, sure." Daniel glanced about the small living room. Bookcases, 
stereo, TV. Normal stuff. He was still on edge about Brian. He walked up 
to a framed photo on the wall. Brian came up behind him and handed him a 
glass.

"Vodka and tonics. That's an arctic gray wolf. I bought the print from a 
wildlife photographer a couple of years ago. Stunning animal." He put 
his hand on Daniel's lower back. Daniel resisted his natural urge to 
flinch.

"You seem to have a thing about wolves." Brian watched Daniel take a sip 
from his glass.

"Like I said, I think an important part of self-awareness is getting in 
touch, really intimately in touch, with our animal natures." He took a 
big gulp from his drink, and gestured at Daniel's glass. Daniel took 
another sip.

The cocktail was already going to Daniel's head. He'd never been a 
drinker. Brian's grinning face commanded his attention. He admired his 
easy sexuality, the comfortable way Brian inhabited his own skin. He 
glanced down at Brian's crotch and saw that his cock was definitely 
stirring. Brian noticed him staring and took Daniel's free hand, moving 
it to rest on the growing bulge. "You want this."

"I--I, uh, I think I have to go." Daniel's old fears all returned in a 
shameful rush. Panic overcame him at the thought of getting intimate 
with this guy so soon after meeting him. His own exposed lust, and the 
way Brian acknowledged it, made all the old emotional baggage come back. 
"Thanks for the drink. Maybe I'll see you around." He started for the 
door.

"Daniel!" The abruptness of Brian's voice startled him. He froze 
instinctively. "Don't go. You know you want to do this. I think you need 
it." Brian looked at him calmly, and continued in a more patient tone. 
"Look, why don't you just finish your drink? I can drive you back 
downtown after that, ok? It's no big deal."

Daniel accepted this, and he relaxed a bit as Brian handed him his 
glass.

Brian raised his own glass toward him. "Here's to taking it slow!" He 
smiled warmly, and they both drained their glasses. Daniel immediately 
sensed something was wrong. His vision became blurry, he didn't think he 
could stand. He remembered seeing Brian moving toward him, easing him 
down onto the sofa before he passed out.

Now here he was. Naked, on all fours, chained like an animal, still in a 
druggy stupor due to the narcotic Brian had obviously slipped into his 
drink. He looked around the room again, searching for any hint of a way 
to escape. The chains clanked when he tried to look over his shoulder at 
the wall behind him. Blank. In front of him, next to the doorway, a 
large mirror showed him what he looked like in his bondage. The mirror 
was attached to the wall about a foot off the ground; it was obviously 
put there for the sole purpose of showing him to himself. What he saw 
was a young man whose densely muscled arms and shoulders were held in 
coiled tension above manacled wrists, strong thighs upon which a light 
coating of blonde hair glinted in the moonlight. Visible between his 
legs, a six-inch circumcised cock hung in front of a perfectly 
symmetrical pair of hairless, low-hanging balls. Daniel's cock stirred 
as he considered this image of himself. His nipples hardened as a gentle 
breeze wafted in from the small basement window. Before realizing what 
he was doing, Daniel shifted position in his chains as much as possible, 
to get a different angle view of himself in the mirror. He managed a 
kind of three-quarter view, and his cock came further to life as he saw 
the way his rib and back muscles bunched in response to the pull of the 
chains. His muscular ass was visible in profile, and looked smooth and 
globelike in the diffuse light of the moon.

Wait! What was he doing? Here he was trapped by an obvious maniac, 
possibly moments from being raped or worse, and he suddenly found 
himself admiring his own physique! Had there been something else in that 
drink besides something to make him black out? His confusion was 
interrupted by the sound of someone opening a door and quietly 
descending the stairs toward him. 

Brian appeared in the doorway. He was naked. His spectacular body took 
Daniel's breath away. Even in all his years in locker rooms, he had 
never seen anyone so confidently sexual. Brian smiled as Daniel stared 
in open lust at his perfectly shaped 8-inch cock and powerful legs, the 
clean lines and angles of his torso, the classically proportioned arms 
and shoulders. He stood in front of Daniel without a hint of 
self-consciousness. "I'm sorry, Daniel. This was the only way. I wasn't 
lying when I said I could help you. But the truth, as I'm sure you've 
surmised, is that my motives are a little more selfish than that." He 
smiled down at Daniel with slightly amused pity.

"What will you do to me?" Daniel trembled. He couldn't take his eyes off 
Brian's body. He was frightened, but his erection grew. In spite of his 
fear? Or because of it? He realized then that whatever was about to 
happen, he could not think of himself honestly as a victim or unwilling 
participant. Something in him wanted it. 

"Just what I told you I would do. I will show you the animal within me, 
and hopefully reveal the one inside you." Brian reached for his own cock 
and began stroking it. "You have a beautiful body, Daniel. I'm sure you 
noticed that in this mirror. Look at yourself. You're an animal, a wolf 
just like me. Don't resist me and I'll make you see. You seem very 
natural there on all fours. Your body lacks for nothing. It is strong, 
lithe, powerful. It seeks its pleasure. Right now, for instance, it 
seeks this." His cock was growing in his hand. A look of feral desire 
was coming over his face. He didn't seem as much in control as he had 
been earlier. As he worked his beautiful cock up to full erection, his 
eyes glazed over. He let his head droop back, the muscles in his neck 
popping into relief. He took his hands off his dick, which remained 
rockhard, and began stroking his chest and abdomen obscenely. His mouth 
hung open in lewd pleasure as he began to let low growling noises escape 
his diaphragm. He looked down at Daniel and spoke in a suddenly lower, 
gravelly voice. "This is what you do to me, Daniel. You are so 
beautiful, you make me want you so much, that you turn me into ... this."

Daniel was hypnotized. His own penis was fully engorged; he was in 
danger of exploding even though he was unable to touch himself. He 
remained transfixed as Brian became more and more heatedly worked up. 
Then he saw it. Some part of him knew it was coming to this. Brian's 
open mouth revealed bared teeth as he grimaced in an uncontrollable 
erotic frenzy. His canine teeth were ... lengthening into fangs. Looking 
down, Daniel saw small black hairs sprouting rapidly in shifting 
patterns across Brian's heaving chest and stomach. His already 
well-defined torso and arms were becoming more sharply etched as his 
muscles grew denser and threatened to pop out of his skin. The hands, 
which roamed lewdly around his upper body, grew sharp black claws. He 
buckled but somehow remained upright as his now-clawed feet lengthened 
and narrowed, and his calves shortened, black fur covering his legs as 
they assumed their new configuration. Daniel then looked up to see 
Brian's shuddering face push out violently into a dog-like muzzle and 
his ears move up his head and become longer and pointed. The look in 
Brian's eyes was now no longer fully human. His growls became lustful 
snarls as the transformation continued. His cock became longer and 
thicker, brutish veins running its now monstrous length. A fur-covered 
tail became visible, swinging between Brian's legs.  He was obviously in 
agonizing pain, but just as obviously it was bringing him indescribable 
sensual pleasure.

The change was complete. Standing before the chained boy was a panting, 
growling, digitigrade werewolf, staring at him with canine lust through 
piercing yellow eyes. His torso, arms, and genitals were still 
fundamentally human, although striking black and gray fur covered his 
entire body. He hissed at Daniel's cowering but obviously aroused form, 
saliva dripping from his glinting fangs. He moved toward the bound 
captive until his erect cock was inches from Daniel's face. He grabbed 
both sides of Daniel's head and shoved the bound man's mouth onto the 
monster phallus. Daniel, still in shock over what he'd just witnessed, 
struggled to take it all in. He slurped hungrily at the immense object, 
covering it with spit and opening his mouth as wide as he could to allow 
it full entry. The wolf pushed it greedily down his throat, eliciting 
Daniel's gag reflex but not allowing him even a moment to recover. Soon 
the entire slab of meat was sliding in and out of the boy's throat, 
cutting off the airflow with every brutal push. Daniel's own cock was 
painfully erect, he wanted nothing more than to be able to touch it. 
After several minutes of face-fucking, the wolf moved away from Daniel 
and stood there panting. Daniel caught his breath, and shook his head to 
discharge some of the sweat that had collected on his face and in his 
short blonde hair. Seeing this instinctive dog-like move caused the 
wolf's eyes to widen. He moved slowly behind the restrained victim, his 
claws clicking on the stone floor, and pulled Daniel's body roughly 
backward when he got into position behind him. Daniel remembered the 
mirror, and the picture revealed when he looked into it almost sent him 
over the edge. The huge powerful animal was positioned behind his ass, 
growling rhythmically as he looked down at the muscular naked form in 
his grasp. The contrast between Brian's dark fur and Daniel's smooth, 
fair skin was striking. His claws gripped Daniel's hips painfully, 
threatening to draw blood. The beast's tail swung behind him.  Daniel 
strained against the chains that bound him. He was about to be taken: 
penetrated and used by what can only be described as a sexual demon, 
pure lust personified. The association of the wolf with extreme sexual 
desire had always been a metaphor. Now it was real. The wolf's cock 
stroked along his virgin ass crack tantalizingly as Daniel rocked back 
and forth in anticipation.

Without warning, the cock plunged into him brutally. Daniel screamed as 
Brian filled him to the hilt, the furry balls slapping rudely against 
his smooth ass. The pain was exquisite, so intimately entwined with the 
pleasure he felt that the two sensations could not be thought about 
separately. The relentless fucking, the almost unbearably intense 
feeling of that enormous dick hitting his prostate with every stroke, 
the sound of Brian's obscene growling filling his ears. It was all 
becoming too much. Brian leaned forward, maintaining the rhythm, and 
explored Daniel's left ear with his long tongue. He moved down his back, 
leaving a trail of saliva as he licked, then moved back to his right 
ear, snarling lustfully as Daniel moved his head back and forth, 
unwilling to let the furry snout lose contact with his flesh. The 
eroticism of the coarse fur moving against his back, the hard muscles 
beneath. Daniel's mouth was open and his eyes were closed. He was lost 
in sensation. His body had taken over, and seemed to move and react 
completely on its own. 

When Brian suddenly stopped licking his ear and moved back to an upright 
position, Daniel opened his eyes and looked in the mirror.  The naked 
figure he saw, sweat pouring off him, lost in the throes of erotic bliss 
in the merciless embrace of an enormous wolf, was a revelation to him. 
All the years of denying himself, of feeling ashamed of his yearnings, 
unable to express his needs to another, were now distant memories.  He 
was free, and had no fear.

Brian paused momentarily, his canine head thrown back, his tongue 
hanging out one side of his muzzle, his long ears flattened against his 
head. Time seemed to stand still. Then suddenly a great howl escaped 
from him as great pulses of wolfcum rocketed up his cock and into 
Daniel's waiting ass. Brian's claws dug into his sides, and then his 
head plunged forward with shocking quickness, his bared fangs finding 
Daniel's neck and biting him before he could react. This sent Daniel 
over the top, and his swollen cock finally burst forth with six 
tremendous volleys of cum, covering the polished wood below him.  The 
howl resounded in his ears as he lost consciousness.