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It’s the height of summer and Lucius is finally feeling like he can enjoy his break college courses. Despite the heat bearing down on him and his friends, he’s beaming as they all plan an upcoming camping trip.
“I’ll help with some of the food and beer,” Lucius says, he’s a head shorter than most of the other guys in his friend group but that stopped bothering him years ago and the guys never really tease him for it since he doesn’t react. His buddy Aster, a tall man with broad shoulders and a build that Lucius could only ever dream of having, gives him a look. “Hey, what’s that for?”
“You haven’t had money all summer and now you’re offering to pitch in?” Thomas, a lanky-wiry motherfucker with pale hair that falls to the middle of his back says with an arched brow. Lucius grins.
“I found a way for some quick cash,” Lucius beams and both Aster’s brow furrows in something like concern, “Five grand up front, can you believe it?”
“That… sounds a little too good to be true bud,” Alvaro, another of his friends, pipes up. He’s the only one shorter than Lucius and his tan skin sets him at odds with Lucius’s ghastly pale tone. “You need to be careful with that sort of thing.”
“Where’s the ad?” Aster adds, his tone stern.
“I already had the interview, if they were going to kidnap me they would have done it by now,” Lucius points out, and though he knows it’s childish he sticks his tongue out at his friends. “You’re just jealous that I’m going to be loaded and you won’t be. It’s some research thing. Chill.”
“At least tell me the name of the company so we can look into it,” Aster says, and Lucius feels a pang of annoyance despite himself.
“I’m not a baby Aster, I can handle it myself,” he says, stuffing his phone in his pocket. “I already told you, everything is going to be fine.”
The group of friends gave one another doubtful looks, but didn’t say anything more. They went back to planning their camping trip, and Lucius found his irritation ebbing away the more time he spent with his friends. This time in three weeks they’d be out in the woods having a blast.
The address for the job was more than a building but a complex. When Lucius pulled up to it he had to flash his ID to even gain entry into the parking lot. It made him feel a bit powerful–and it put his nerves at ease. He’d never admit it, but his friends’ concern had been wearing on him. He had spent most of the two days waiting for his first day anxious and considering backing out. The siren song of not being a mooch had overpowered that though.
Lucius walked through the sliding doors of the building and was greeted with cool air-conditioned bliss. There was a large front desk with two people seated behind it, and he hurried his way over there. He was a bit early, determined to make a good impression and not fuck this whole thing up.
Admittedly his friends had cause to look at him with surprise back then. Lucius had an issue being reliable–always the late one to events, losing jobs within weeks of getting them, falling asleep in class or forgetting what he had promised to do. He didn’t do it to be malicious he just tended to be forgetful.
Not this time though. He’d set like twenty alarms on his phone and he was at least fifteen minutes early to his very first shift.
“Hey! You must be Lucius,” someone says before Lucius can open his mouth and talk to one of the people behind the desk. He turns to see someone standing in the doorway. He’d expected a long white labcoat, but this guy is just in a turtleneck that was tight enough that you can see his well-defined muscles. Lucius feels a pang of envy at that.
He’s scrawny as can be and about as pale as they come. Even with his light blonde hair, he looks more washed out than anything. He’s never been able to put on muscle well–which may have something to do with the fact that he just doesn’t try much. Still. He shifts from one foot to the other, self-conscious.
“Yeah, uh that’s me,” he holds out a hand to meet the man’s handshake. The guy’s hands are warm and dry, and Lucius was hyper-aware of the sweat that has started to gather in his palms.
“I’m Dr. Callahan,” the man says with a wide smile. He pats Lucius on the back. “We’re happy we got you, but there’s a few things we need to run through before you start. First and foremost, your payment for the day.”
Callahan leads Lucius down the hallway, and Lucius catches one of the people behind the desk shooting him a strange look. It throws him off for a moment, and he feels himself hesitate in his footsteps
The look was… something like pity.
“This way,” Callahan says, opening the door into a small exam room. There is a folder of papers on the desk, and Lucius sees Callahan pull out a check from his pocket. Callahan says with a wide smile, “Once you sign the paperwork we’ll hand over the check.”
Lucius’s concern is washed away almost immediately at the sight. He looks through the paperwork, signing them quickly without really reading through anything. Really, nobody reads the terms and conditions. Mostly he skims his eyes over the titles. Things about regulations, safety protocols, a waiver for safety concerns, a waiver for the experiment itself, an NDA–there really is quite a bit. Still, once he finishes signing everything Callahan hands the check over.
Five thousand dollars, right off the bat. Lucius feels giddy as he quickly uses his phone to deposit the funds into his bank account. He’s never had that many zeros in it in his entire college career so far.
“Now,” Callahan says, taking Lucius over to measure his height and weight. He then guides him to the exam table, running a basic physical as he asks some questions. “How old are you Lucius?”
“Twenty,” Lucius says, though he had fake IDs he didn’t think it’d be good to lie in this situation. Callahan noted it next to his information. “My birthday is April 13th.”
“Biological sex?”
“Male. Er, that’s what I prefer like… you know, personally-wise too,” Lucius doesn’t know much about the gender stuff that people go through, if he’s being honest. Not that he judges or anything. It’s just a completely foreign world to him.
“Noted–sexual orientation?” Callahan asks.
“Straight,” Lucius answers immediately–that’s another thing he just doesn’t understand. But he doesn’t think this guy is here to help him learn about whatever the LGBTQ+ community has going on with all its intricacies and confusing edges.
A pause and a crooked smile forms on Callahan’s face. It’s a weird expression, but he carefully writes the answer down.
The questions continue–medical history, mental health concerns, any medications he’s on. By the time they’re finished Lucius feels like he’s talked more about himself than he has ever done for any job in his whole life.
“Alright,” Callahan says, “This way Lucius.”
Lucius nods and follows Callahan out of the little exam room door. This time he is led down a hallway that has a row of doors. They reach one that has “Specimen 303” stamped onto the door. Then, below that, “authorized personnel only”.
On the other side of the door there are four people. Callahan introduces them all, but Lucius is feeling overwhelmed by this point and isn’t sure he is going to remember their names. He’s distracted by the wide window on one side of the hall–beyond it there is what looks like an empty courtyard. Another wide door is on the other side, a pond and even a small creek seem to run through it.
“Lucius,” Callahan’s voice breaks through Lucius’s staring and he whips his head around as he is handed something. He finds a little paper cup and two pills have been placed in his hands a moment later. Callahan smiles at him warmly. “These are necessary for the first part of the trial. They are to increase your endurance, durability and strength.”
“Is that what the courtyard is for?” Lucius asks. When Callahan nods he takes the pills obediently, swallowing them down with the water which has that aftertaste that cheap paper cups leave behind. He crumbles the cup in his hand and shoots it toward the little wastebin by the door. It sinks in and he flashes a wide grin. “Score!”
Callahan chuckles, guiding Lucius to a door that leads to the courtyard. He opens it up and gestures toward the outdoors, once Lucius steps through Callahan says, “We’ll be right here the entire time watching and making sure you’re safe. If anything starts to go in an unexpected direction we will immediately pull you out of the area.”
Before Lucius can answer the door shuts behind him. There is a click of finality, and he looks around the empty courtyard for a moment. The trees reach up toward the sky, and it really is rather big.
“Um, you didn’t tell me what to do,” Lucius says softly, but doesn’t get a reply. He wanders the courtyard then. It’s really rather large, though he spots cameras mounted on trees when he is away from the window.
Okay, now what? He’s about to wander back and ask when there is a sound ahead of him. Just through the trees he can make out what looks like a massive metal door. It’s clanking open, and as it does something runs out of it toward him.
Lucius is so stunned that he can’t move, even as what is running at him comes into view and stops in front of him. He swallows the urge to scream–what stands before him is nothing he’s ever seen or heard of before, but what is most important is that it isn’t human.
He isn’t sure it is even an animal.
It stands on two legs, or two hind paws that have thick claws. Its body is covered in thick, black fur and its forearms are long enough to touch the grass. He gets the feeling it can run on all fours. Its head is like that of a dog’s–something more akin to a husky than a wolf–but two ram’s horns curl around the side of it looking massive and deadly. It has a tail, thick, black and fluffy–it moves lazily behind it like a cat’s tail. It regards him with pale, silver-blue eyes that are far more intelligent than they should be in any animal.
“Wh-wh-wh–” Lucius chokes on his words. He feels an instinctual, primal terror crashing into him. His brain can’t comprehend what is in front of him.
“Hello, little human,” a rumbling, low voice rolls out of the creature’s throat. A sound that puts one in mind of a growl. Lucius feels a cold sweat break out over his skin.
“You talk,” Lucius squeaks.
“So do you, it seems,” the monster replies, blue eyes glinting with something like amusement.
Okay, okay it’s intelligent. So reason with it, Lucius thinks. He opens his mouth again and says, voice still tight and high with fear, “I… um. I’m Lucius.”
There is a pause, and the monster makes a noise that make Lucius feel like his knees will give out from under him. It takes him a moment to realize that the monster is laughing at him. The creature dips its snout toward the ground in something like a nod, “Lucius, I am Lord Dyzen, but you may call me Dyzen.”
The massive beast chuckles more to himself, as though thoroughly amused.
“Are–um. Are you…” Lucius doesn’t know how to approach this. Does he need to beg for his life? Does he need to run?
As if in answer, Dyzen leans forward and sniffs the air. A low, rumbling growl ebbs in his throat, and all the hair on Lucius’s neck stands on end. Dyzen drops to all fours, taking a slow step in Lucius’s direction.
“Now that,” Dyzen says, voice rumbling and thick from his growl, “Is a scent that I have longed for for some time.”
He’s going to eat me! Lucius thinks, and that’s the second his will breaks. He turns and hares away through the trees, moving far faster than he thought he ever could run in his life. He pounds his way through the lush grasses, leaps over the creek and finds his way to the door from before.
When he grabs the handle it doesn’t budge. He’s been locked in the courtyard.
“No! Open up! Please! He–it’s going to kill me!” Lucius says, panic making his heart pound so hard in his chest that he can feel it in his throat. In his ears. He yanks on the doorknob, and a sudden sharp pain floods through him. He jolts backward with a yell.
Electricity!?
“You can’t! You can’t want this!” Lucius screams, and then he sees Dyzen. The massive beast is loping toward him at a leisurely pace, his eyes focused on Lucius with an intensity. Lucius looks around desperately, realizing that he may have cornered himself.
He bolts for the left, and Dyzen moves to intercept him. He turns and trips, scrambling to his feet to run to the right. He isn’t out of breath, not really, but he can’t seem to breathe anyway. The fear is constricting his throat and chest.
Dyzen leaps toward him, and Lucius knows in that instant that the beast truly has been toying with him. He is knocked onto his back in the grass, the air is driven from his lungs leaving him gasping and twisting to get away from the monster. Dyzen perches on top of him, nose twitching.
“You can’t! You can’t, pleasepleaseplease!” Lucius finds Dyzen’s massive head pushing down toward him. Those slavering jaws part and he screams in terror, but the teeth don’t tear into him. Instead, they grab onto his shirt and that rips instead. Lucius reels as he feels claws tearing his pants and underwear too.
He’s naked and vulnerable, and Dyzen stares down into his eyes.
Does he not want to eat the clothes? Lucius thinks, and Dyzen’s head dips down so that his wet nose is pressing into the skin of Lucius’s stomach. Lucius twitches, trying to push Dyzen’s head away as the beast’s tongue suddenly lolls out and licks him.
“Please no,” Lucius begs, he tries to use Dyzen’s horns to push him away, but Dyzen only drags his tongue over his skin again. Warm, slick, wet. Lucius finds himself blushing despite himself, his face warming as Dyzen’s tongue laps up his stomach, to his chest. There the beast pauses before dragging his tongue over one of his nipples.
The feeling jolts through him, a strange spark of warmth flooding down to Lucius’s gut and groin. He closes his legs and covers his dick with his hands, shivering as Dyzen drags his tongue over that spot. Over and over again–Lucius has never played with his nipples before. Never saw the appeal, but he finds his fear of being eaten changing into something else.
“S-stop–Dyzen stop,” Lucius says, sure the monster isn’t going to eat him but has something else in mind. The beast’s eyes meet his, and Lucius can see that Dyzen’s pupils are blown wide. So wide that the pale blue of his eyes is a sliver around the edges. “I’m not–I don’t want this, you have to stop.”
Dyzen blinks at him hazily, and presses his snout against Lucius’s chest. The beast shudders, a trembling that wracks its whole body.
“I can’t,” Dyzen says, tongue lapping warm over Lucius’s neck now. Lucius shivers and the beast purrs, “You smell so good, prime for mating. For fucking raw. For making mine.”
“No!” Lucius shouts, he jolts as Dyzen licks him lower now. Back to his chest, rasping his tongue over the other nipple. A soft sound escapes his throat. His body feels hot, like he’s in a furnace.
The pills, the pills did something, Lucius thinks, arching his back as Dyzen grazes his fangs over his raised nipple. Not quite a bite, just enough pressure to make him jolt. He can feel himself getting hard under his hands, just from his nipples getting licked and teased.
And the pills. Definitely also the pills.
Dyzen’s head dips lower, and Lucius tries to grab his horns again. Tries in vain to keep the beast’s tongue from dragging warmly over his length. Lucius gasps as the beast pulls his member into its mouth, warm pleasure enveloping him as that thick tongue wraps around his cock. Lucius tilts his head back as the beast licks at him, digs his nails into the rough horns he’s holding onto.
This can’t be happening to me, Lucius thinks in despair, a soft whimper escaping him as Dyzen moves his tongue around him. Then, blessedly, the beast pulls his mouth away from his cock, lapping at his balls, sending tiny tingles of pleasure through Lucius. Lucius tries to push the beast’s head away again, and then the monster’s tongue laps over his asshole.
Lucius inhales sharply, and tries to squirm. Dyzen’s paw-like hands have him pinned though, and he finds he’s being opened by the monster’s tongue. Slick, hot, warm. The beast licks into his insides, forcing his way far deeper than Lucius ever thought possible. He lets out a breath like he’s been punched, twisting as that tongue works him open.
It should feel disgusting. It should, but it doesn’t. Instead, Lucius feels every twist and turn working through his gut. He’s so hot, but Dyzen’s tongue is hotter, pressing into his walls and making him slick and wet. The pleasure is a strange thing, not sharp or all encompassing, but something that builds and builds.
Dyzen groans as he works Lucius open, as if Lucius tastes more divine than anything in the world. The young man twists in the monster’s grip, but less in a desperate attempt to flee and more because he can’t sit still when he feels like this. His cock is hard and straining, precum leaking steadily from the tip as Dyzen laps noisily at his asshole and Lucius whimpers.
It feels–why does this feel so good? Lucius thinks, gasping as Dyzen’s tongue presses against a sensitive spot inside of him. The tongue isn’t strong enough to really hit it, to really get it good, but every lick over there sends the flicker of pleasure through him. Barely there. Teasing him.
A soft moan leaks out of him and Lucius pants. Dyzen pulls his mouth and tongue out. Lucius shivers, he can feel his asshole twitching wetly. He must look a mess right now. The scientists can all see him like this. Getting pleasured by something not human.
“Mine,” Dyzen rumbles as he pulls Lucius toward him. Lucius gets a glimpse of the monster’s cock and almost screams again. The thing is massive, at least a foot long and thick enough that he’s sure it’ll destroy him. He squirms in vain, trying to push away as the creature’s pointed tip presses into his asshole. “You are mine Lucius.”
The head pushes in, and Lucius feels like all the air is driven from his lungs. The beast thrusts forward, and though Lucius tries to clench his muscles, tries to do anything to stop this from happening, it hammers deeper each time. Inch by inch, Dyzen buries his cock into Lucius’s wet ass, spreading him open. So, so terribly open.
Dyzen is so thick, so deep and every time he thinks he must surely have bottomed out another inch is pushed in. He arches his back and chokes on a sound like a sob, he’s going to tear in two. The monster’s dick is so hot that every throb of Lucius’s ass feels like it’s burning. Or maybe that’s the stretch.
Finally, with a satisfied grunt, Dyzen’s heavy balls smack into Lucius’s ass. Lucius shudders, gasping for air as his body struggles to accommodate for the girth inside of him. It takes less time than he’d think. He’s still stretched impossibly full, but the pain begins to fade. He can feel Dyzen’s cock throbbing in his ass, buried so deep inside of him that he can’t think of anything else. Just the cock deep inside of him, stretching him to his limit, leaving him gasping, his own cock twitching and leaking so much precum that his fucking abdomen is soaked.
“Good,” Dyzen groans, then pulls his hips back, the drag sparks new feelings in him but Dyzen thrusts back in with a grunt. Once. He pulls out again, a slow drag on his insides, leaving Lucius whining as his walls feel almost empty and then being filled more.
“Aaah,” Lucius gasps, the pointed head of Dyzen’s cock brushes against Lucius’s prostate. Lucius moans back arching, “Aaaahhnnn n-no.”
“Let yourself feel good,” Dyzen growls, thrusting into him again. Lucius chokes on a moan and the beast starts to move his hips faster, slamming his cock inside of him.
“N-n-no! No–ohhh,” Lucius cries, toes curling as brutal waves of pleasure crash through him. Despite what he says with his mouth, he finds one of his legs hooking around Dyzen’s waist. He presses his heel into the monster’s back as it thrusts forward, lifts his own hips. “Ohh god, oh god you have to stop. Oh god.”
It feels good. Better than any sex he’s ever had. Better than anything. Each slam into that spot inside of him, into his prostate, leaves wave after wave of pleasure bursting through him. It’s going to change who he is, he can tell. If this keeps up the only thing that will satisfy him is cock–no. The only thing that will satisfy him is Dyzen’s cock.
“Mmmnnaaaah,” Lucius moans sweeter than any woman he’s had in his bed. He feels his mouth falling open, tongue hanging out as his eyes roll back. “Ahhh, ahhhn p-please Dyzen, I’m go-going crazy!”
Dyzen thrusts harder claws digging into Lucius as he slams into him.
“Oh–ohhh, aaaahnnn f-fuck s-so-so good,” Lucius can’t move fast enough. He tangles his fingers in Dyzen’s pelt, “Fuck-fuck-aaahnaa yes god.”
“You want me to breed you?” Dyzen purrs in his ear.
“Noo! No Dyzen,” Lucius hears himself moan, “If you do I’ll go crazy! P-please! Fill me with your cum! Breed your bitch!”
Dyzen pounds harder still, and Lucius can’t even moan anymore. The creature buries himself so deep that Lucius can’t tell if what he feels is pain or pleasure. No, it must be pleasure. This is what he has always wanted, deep down. What he was put on this Earth for. To be fucked into submission by this beautiful creature.
One point blank thrust to his prostate hits and Lucius moans loudly, body seizing as he cums harder than he’s ever cum in his life. His vision goes dark as his body jerks and his mouth opens wide, tongue out like a bitch in heat begging for more, more, more silently. Then, Dyzen hilts into him and growls as his own body seizes up. Warmth floods Lucius’s insides, so much of it that as Dyzen fucks him through their orgasms he can feel it gushing out of his ass. Lucius moans as slowly, ever so slowly, Dyzen’s thrusts slow and then stop.
Lucius shivers, he feels so hot inside. So wet. So full. He wants more. He needs more.
“Dyzen,” Lucius moans, moving his hips, The beast shudders, his throbbing cock rubbing Lucius inside. Lucius moans, “Dyzen more.”
The beast obliges.