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Professor Ryan Hicks moaned in pain as he slowly opened his eyes. “What the fuck!” he muttered as he got to his feet and looked around.He realized he was in a huge cage in a very dark place. The only light was the moonlight that was streaming in through the small window. He didn’t have his glasses on so couldn’t see very well. The idiots who had taken him must have thrown his glasses away. But even without the glasses, Ryan could tell that he was alone. He felt a painful throb at the back of his neck and raised his hand to touch it. What was it with that man anyway…biting him so painfully, he thought, touching the still wet sore. One minute the man was stalking towards him with an angry look, and the next, he was biting him. Ryan had never felt such excruciating pain in his life. What the fuck was the man’s problem anyway? And they didn’t even clean the wound. What asshole actually treated people like that, he wondered.“Oh my god,” Ryan groaned as a bolt of pain flashed through him, causing him to fall to his knees. “What is happening to me?” he moaned as he writhed in pain. It felt as if his insides was about to explode.Ryan breathed deeply in and out till the pain subsided. What had he gotten himself into, he asked himself for the umpteenth time. Since his infancy, Ryan Hicks had learnt to stay out of trouble. He’d been an only child of a single mother. His mother said his father had disappeared on her before she’d even realized she was pregnant with him. She’d explained when he was old enough to understand that she hadn’t been married to his father. Since as far back as he could remember, his mother always sheltered him, not allowing him to play with other kids or even have any friends. It was only when he came of age that he understood why his mother treated him that way. Ryan Hicks was a freak and he got to know that the hard way.When he was nine years old, the swimming coach had come to his classroom one day to encourage them to join the swimming club. Most of the kids in his class had registered so Ryan had too. He’d been so excited because he watched people swim in school and on TV and had always wanted to swim too. But of course, he knew his mother would object to it so had never suggested it to her. She always told him he was different and special. Why he had to stay away from people for that reason, Ryan had never understood. So when the coach asked everyone to come to the swimming area after school to try out, Ryan couldn’t wait.After school, he followed his mates to the pool area. Coach Chris told everyone to change into any of the school costumes. When all the boys started stripping openly in the boys’ changing room, Ryan too quickly stripped, equally excited…till he heard the shrieks and the laughter. Everyone was pointing and staring at his penis…maybe he should simply call it, penises. Yes, Ryan had two whilst every other kid had just one. He hadn’t been around kids much so he didn’t know that very important fact. He’d always had two. One was slightly smaller than the other but he could pee with both just as penises were meant to be used. So he didn’t understand what the fuss was about till the laughter and shouts had gotten rather loud, attracting Coach Chris’ attention to the boys. The coach’s reaction, when he came in and saw Ryan, was something that scarred little Ryan for life. He’d called him a little freak and ordered him to dress up and go home.Ryan had gone home in tears. He remembered all too clearly his mother hugging him to her and crying with him. She hadn’t allowed him to go back to that school again but had rather packed their stuff and moved them to another state by the end of the week. And Ryan had kept to himself ever since. He never did things that would make people see him naked…like attend a boarding school, use public bathrooms, or hook up with anyone. He’d never entered into any relationship for fear of hearing someone shout the word freak to him again, which was rather unfortunate as he got propositioned by a lot of ladies due to his looks. They claimed he was beautiful and that always amused Ryan. But for his abnormal nature, he would have really enjoyed the ladies as he was highly sexed. Ryan’s prostate got inflamed if he didn’t ejaculate enough. But with the help of his own hands and sex toys, he always saw to his needs. Though he always wished he could get someone he could share his life with, he knew that would never happen.Ryan was hit with another bolt of pain so intense, he screamed. Although he instinctively started to breathe in and out just like before, the pain wouldn’t stop.“Somebody help me please,” he screamed but no one came to help. “I need a doctor please,” he kept screaming for help till the pain subsided again.The way he was panting harshly would have amused Ryan under any other circumstances. He’d watched a documentary once in which a woman in labour had been asked to breathe in and out just as he was doing. That woman would have envied Ryan’s skills. Ryan wished it was all a bad dream from which he was going to wake up hopefully soon. But if it was a dream, then it was a really long one…going as far back as his conversation with Timmy York, he thought. If only he could get his hands around the neck of that little rascal, Ryan fumed. He was in his current predicament because of Timmy. He would never forget that fateful day when Timmy, a freshman zoology student who was trailing his class had approached him after a lecture.“Prof Hicks, can I have a moment of your time please?”“Sure. What can I do for you?”Ryan was a professor of zoology at UCLA. Since he was a kid, he’d spent most of his life friendless, and had therefore ended up spending lots of time just being around animals. He’d developed a liking for animals and an even greater interest in their behaviour. His mother, bless her soul, had not been surprised at all when he’d ended up becoming a zoology professor. She always told him that there was nothing better than your job being your hobby as well.“At the beginning of your course you told us to let you know if we ever come across any animal that we’ve never seen or…”“Read about before.” Ryan finished with a chuckle. “Found anything interesting?”“You could say that.” Timmy had responded cockily. “And that part about getting extra marks if our discovery is really new was no joke I hope…”“No, it wasn’t Mr. York.” Desperate times, Ryan thought with amusement. What new species could a student like Timmy York discover?“I’m so glad you were serious about that because I’ve discovered something which will blow your mind.”“Really?” Ryan closed his laptop and slipped it into his bag. “I’d love to see what you’ve discovered, Tim. Do you have a picture?” Ryan asked as he started towards the door.“Oh we have to go check it out Prof.,” Timmy said, falling into step beside him.“And where exactly do we have to go to see this new species?” Ryan asked, turning towards his office.“A couple of friends and I are taking a drive to the Stanton Woods to check out the animals. Why don’t you come with us?”“The Stanton Woods. Isn’t that area restricted property?” Ryan asked, opening his office door.“Oh, the part we’ll be visiting is open to the general public so there’s nothing to worry about. We just have to stay together. You know the dangers that sometimes lark in the forest.”“I know.” Ryan had chuckled. He always tried to encourage his students by listening to and checking out their stories whenever he could. It was no bother at all. After all, he wasn’t a busy person. “So when can we go and see this special species?” Ryan had asked.“Is next week Saturday okay?” Timmy had asked eagerly.“Sure. It’s not like I’m busy on Saturdays anyway.” Ryan chuckled.“Cool. I’m so glad you’ve agreed to come, Prof.”“Don’t be surprised. The last time I checked, I was a zoology professor. My work is all about researching different species of animals. And like I said, I don’t have anything better to do anyway.”“Can I ask you a question Prof?”“Feel free to.” Ryan gestured for Timmy to sit down.“Thanks. What do you know about werewolves?” Timmy had asked, making Ryan burst into laughter.“They don't exist, Tim. They are fictional and therefore can become whatever a person wants them to be. You want people to become werewolves by a scratch; say that's what happens.”“What if I told you they were real?” Tim asked with all seriousness.“I’d tell you, you watch too many movies. Hey… Don’t tell me that’s what you’re going to show…” Ryan tried very hard to keep the amusement and incredulity off his face.“No, no.” The boy had quickly said.“Thank God. So, next week then.”And that was how he found himself riding into the Stanton Woods with Timmy and two other boys around five p.m. that day.***According to the boys, they had to wait a while for the strange species to show up. Although Ryan doubted Timmy had anything interesting to show him, he wasn’t really bothered because he knew he could use the opportunity to look around himself. After all, for a zoologist, the most fascinating place to be was in the forest. He should however have listened to the boys and stayed close to them. They’d specifically advised Ryan to stay close to them because according to them, they’d come prepared with tasers with which to daze wild animals should they encounter any. Ryan had thought at the time that, that was a really smart thing to do. So why the fuck had he wandered off, he asked himself for the umpteenth time. If only he’d stayed with the boys, he wouldn’t have been caught, seeing as none of the boys had been caught except him.Now he was in pain in some dark cage God knew where and didn’t know what to do. He’d tried to explain to the men who had caught him that he’d only been rese
***Ryan looked up at his tormentor as he came to stand in front of his cage. He was still processing the fact that he was a wolf and no longer a man. He had a lot of questions but the last time he checked, wolves couldn’t talk so Ryan simply stared at the man who had caused him so much pain. To say he hated the man would be an understatement. The man was around six ’five in height and built like a rock. His beautiful smooth skin glowed under the bright light, the colour of rich coffee laced with cream. He had really soft-looking low cropped dark hair and eyes so strangely red and intense they just pulled you in. What was with the red eyes, Ryan thought. Maybe he was wearing contacts. Who does that though, Ryan almost snorted. But despite the strange eyes, the man was strikingly gorgeous.From the colour of his skin, either he spent a lot of time outdoors or he was mixed-race. Ryan thought the five o’clock shadow made the hunk look sexy. Was it even normal for a man to be that gorgeou
***“What have you done to me?” Ryan finally asked. “Whatever you did to turn me into a wolf, you better undo it before I leave here, do you hear me?”Ryan somehow had a strong feeling that that wasn’t the last time he was going to turn into an animal because even as he stood there as a human being, he could feel a powerful presence inside him. He could feel the restless movement of another being within him and that scared the shit out of him.“I didn’t do anything wrong. If I trespassed on your land, I’m sorry but I didn’t mean any harm. I’m a professor of zoology at UCLA. My name is Ryan Hicks. Please google it or something. I don’t know what kind of cult you people are running here but I’m sure that just as you were able to turn me into a wolf, you can take away whatever…curse this is.” He definitely couldn’t afford to turn into an animal in front of his students or any other person for that matter. “And if you have any intention of keeping me here as your prisoner or killing me, I
***Ryan followed Philip inside and did a quick sweep with his eyes. “Impressive.” He mumbled. The room was big and classy. Though it surprised Ryan that he’d been assigned such a room, he didn’t question it. Maybe they’d realized that he’d been truthful after all. Why else would Philip address him as prof? “So…do I take it you’re all werewolves?” Ryan asked, his face expressionless.“I thought you didn’t know who we were.” Philip retorted. “Isn’t that what you told the men who brought you in?”“Dude, get real. Of course, I’ve always thought creatures like werewolves didn’t exist. I mean hey…I live in the real world. Then last night, Mean man…Jeremy bites me and I turn into a wolf. Hello-o-o. I’m not stupid.”“I forgot you have four PHDs. Sorry Prof.” Philip laughed. “I guess your world is not that real after all.”“So you did google me. Thank God. Does that mean I can go?” Ryan looked hopeful.“I will leave that for Mean man…Jeremy to answer when he’s ready to talk.” Philip said with
***Ryan came awake in his bed suddenly. His eyes remained wide and unfocused. Ryan couldn’t shake off the vision of Jeremy. He rubbed at his eyes and groaned when he finally remembered. He was Jeremy’s prisoner.“Fuck.” He swore when his eyes landed on his twitching hardness. “Seriously?”Ryan knew that his state of arousal was a result of the dream he’d had about Jeremy. Why the fuck was he even dreaming about that monster, Ryan groaned. Why Jeremy and not someone else? In his dream, Jeremy had blue eyes instead of the weird red, and he was as sexy as all fuck. He’d been naked and was staring at Ryan with so much hunger in his eyes.“Shit,” Ryan muttered, turning his head to look at the time on the clock on his bedside table.Ryan groaned when he realized he’d only slept for about thirty minutes. Fuck, after what he’d been through, he needed his sleep. After his bath, he’d been served the most delicious meal which had left him wondering whether Philip had been truthful with him. The
Caution - This chapter contains some violence. I thought it would be better to warn you in advance, out of deference to those with tender constitutions. Enjoy!***Ryan paused in the act of drawing the covers over his body and raised his head with a pounding heart when he heard the connecting door between his and Jeremy’s rooms opening. He was still shaky after that intense release and was looking forward to some sleep. What did Jeremy want, Ryan asked himself. Was he going to kill him already? He sat up and stared at the opening door. He sure as hell wasn’t going to make the fool’s work easy for him by just rolling over and accepting whatever he had in store for him.When Jeremy entered the room, Ryan got off the bed and glared at him with fists clenched at his sides. Although gripped with terror at the sight of the man who had bitten him so painfully, Ryan still felt a sexual pull towards him which surprised him. It wasn’t as intense as what he’d felt earlier in his cage though. May
***Jeremy had neither orgasmed so hard nor released so much as he did when his climax finally hit. He let out a mighty roar as he released stream after stream of cum into his mate. He couldn’t seem to stop. Jeremy completely let himself go in order to feel the unadulterated bliss that had engulfed his whole being. And with that powerful euphoric release, came lightheadedness and shockingly, a sudden intense feeling of tenderness. And that was when it happened…Jeremy instantly snapped out of that murderous haze he’d been under since laying eyes on Ryan the night before. With an agonized groan, he staggered back, slipping out of Ryan and causing a flood of cum, tinged with red to spill out of Ryan.“Oh fuck!” Jeremy groaned, staring at the traces of blood on his cock.It was then that Jeremy noticed that his mate had passed out. He’d been too lost in bliss to notice that fact. He felt a sharp pang of guilt flash through his chest and gave an anguished growl. It was one thing inflictin
***Jeremy watched as a change came over his mate. Ryan was trembling so much it was almost as if he was having a seizure. Tears began to slide down his cheeks. Jeremy watched Ryan’s fists clench at his sides as he took a little step towards him. Unconsciously, Jeremy took a step back. For the first time in his life, Alpha Jeremy Stanton had some fear…though slightly…in the presence of a lesser wolf.“I’ve tolerated all your shit.” Ryan began shakily. “I thought you had it in for me because I trespassed on your land but I’m beginning to think you probably think I’ve done something even worse. Why else would you treat me as cruelly as this? What is it you think I’ve done exactly? Killed someone? Huh? You’ve bitten me, thrown me into a cage, turned me into something that I didn’t even know was real, humiliated me, and held me in your house against my will. As if that wasn’t enough, you took away my will and subjected me to a brutal fuck in the arse even though I’ve never ever had sex wi