[A special thanks to Kraken for volunteering a photo for this story.]The SocietyLike a fog lifted, m

[A special thanks to Kraken for volunteering a photo for this story.]The SocietyLike a fog lifted, memories come back to you from the night before. The mansion, The Society. You sit up in bed and look down at your cock. It defiantly stands up, throbbing. A strange light glimmers around the base of your shaft. You groan.Last night had every marking of a dream. But it was real. If you concentrate, you can picture it. Feel it, even. You shift nervously as you stand nearly naked in Sir’s living room. The chain link leash clipped to your collar jingles.“What a good boy. You look absolutely stunning in your costume.”Despite the compliment, you’re not sure you’re ready for the evening. You’ve always fantasized about wearing gear just like this, but never around strangers. The thought of going to a Halloween party so exposed makes your heart race. Mixed in with that fear is excitement. Your cock throbs in its tiny locked chastity cage.Hands run over your chest and bottom. They give you goosebumps. They put you at ease. One hand rests on your locked cock. Sir keeps you locked from time to time, even though you’re an alpha. He likes to build up your sexual energy and release you on more submissive boys.“We won’t be needing this tonight,” Sir says.As the man reaches into his pocket for a key, you can’t help but shake your bottom. Sir smiles at your first demonstration of wagging.“Good boy. You are going to enjoy tonight, I’m sure.”Later, Sir leads you to the passenger seat of his car. That renews your racing heart. You were to ride to the party without covering up. Were you not wearing the pup hood, everyone could see your red face as easily as your exposed cock.Sir smiles. “You have a question?”You ask where he is taking you. He chuckles.“They go by many names. But tonight, we will call them ‘The Society.’”Sir pulls onto a winding road into the woods. You relax now that the streets busy with staring people are behind you. The drive is long. You watch the full moon and lose track of time.The car pulls up to a gated brick house. A mansion. You take a deep breath as Sir opens your door and clips a leash to your collar. He leads you to an ornate wooden door, bound with iron, and engraved with a paw mark.“Tonight’s rules are simple,” Sir says as he knocks an iron clapper. “Whoever holds this leash own you. Obey their every command.”Your Sir smiles. He notices your hesitation. Was it how your eyes glanced down?“Do not worry, pup. No one here will harm you or cause you discomfort. In fact, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”The ornate door opens, and Sir leads you into a mansion of sights that make your unlocked cock throb. Several rooms hold beefy men in rubber and leather. You see gas masks, flogs, fuck-benches and more. Like you, several smooth, naked boys wear pup gear. Their leashes jingle as they are lead around—some on two feet, some on four. At the center of the entry room, you see a bronze statue of a hound.You have barely taken in the sight when the leash tugs you off to a room. This by itself would not be alarming. You are excited to see what wonders the house holds. But you realise the man holding your leash is not the man you came here with.The thick man holding your leash smells like cigars and is dressed in a leather vest and chaps. The latter reveal a dingy, bulging jockstrap.The man stops at the bar surrounded other bear-like men. He gives one more tug on the leash and says “Sit.”The command strikes you like a bell. You fall to your knees without thinking. Your muzzle lines up with the man’s jockstrap.“Good boy,” he says as he rubs your head with his heavy hand. The strong grasp and chuckle of the men around you fill you with pleasure. Your body wiggles as if to betray your excitement.Despite the man’s strength and dominance, he gently nudges your head to his bulge. You pick up on the unspoken command and rub your muzzle against his jockstrap. The strong smell of musk penetrates your neoprene pup hood. It makes you dizzy with lust.You nuzzle deeply. You can feel the man’s thick, sweaty cock swelling beneath the jockstrap. Any moment, that cock will spring out. You can’t wait to suck it.A tug on the leash snaps you back to attention. The men around you laugh and the bear holding your leash helps you to your feet. He pats you on the head again.“Good boy. That’ll do.”You want to say something. You want to apologize for how you lost control. You want to thank him for how he made you feel: owned. How your rock hard cock feels like it’s buzzing with arousal. You want to say anything.Instead, all that you manage is a whimper.The bear chuckles again. He hands the leash to another man and you are paraded off. This new man, your temporary owner, glistens in a black rubber catsuit. It accentuates his tall, lean build. He leads you to a bedroom. On the bed, you see a boy with his ankles tied over his head. His smooth, bare ass is exposed to the dimly lit room.The rubber man guides you onto the bed, and hope you are ordered to fuck the bound boy.“Lick.”This command jolts you like the one from the leather bear. Your mouth drips with saliva, and you go to town on the boy’s tender hole. You’ve never given a rimjob before. But judging by the slurping sound of your maw, and the moans from the boy, you are a natural.“Please!” The boy moans. “Please let me cum!”The smell of drool and the boy’s smooth taint intoxicates you, and you shove your tongue deeper.“I’m gonna cum!” He shouts, but you don’t hear it.Instead, the leash tugs you away. You snap back to your senses and stare at the boy’s wet hole. The boy thrashes against his bonds and begs you to continue.Dimly, you realise the boy is not holding your leash. The man in rubber is, and he tugs you off the bed.You look down at your hard cock and notice something strange. The room is dark, and you swear you see a faint glow around the base of your cock. The light tickles you with an electric sensation.A tug on the leash turns your thoughts away from your cock. You try to stand, but find you can only follow on all fours.There’s no time to process this new change either. The man in rubber passes the leash, like a baton, to a man in the hallway. Your new owner is a ripped frat boy. He is shirtless and wears a backwards hat and booty shorts. He takes you to a lounge room filled with other fraternity men.The man leads you to a weight bench and tells you to climb up. The men in the room all come over to pet and tease you, and you love every moment of it.When the man holding your leash says “Roll over,” you eagerly flip over and lift your legs. Hands spread lube on your ass and the boys praise you with “Good boy.” More hands play with your nipples and cock.When the first cock presses against your hole, a part of you comes to your senses. You think about rolling off the bench, but the man holding your leash looks into your eyes.“Stay. Good boy.”The first frat boy fucks you. Slow and strong at first. Then with pounding fury. The guys around hoot and cheer. You are too embarrassed to enjoy it.By the time the third man start pounding you, you begin to enjoy it. No, you crave it. You clench and thrust yourself on their dicks. You feel your own cock pulsing, and desperately want to reach for it. But the look from the man holding the leash has you paralyzed.“Good boy. Stay,” he repeats. You lose yourself in the rhythm of thrusting hips.This time, you’re not sure how long you lost yourself. A tug of the leash brings you back. Where? You’re back in the grand foyer. The bronze statue of the hound stoically gazes over you.“Gentleman, sirs, boys and pups,” your Sir grandly addresses the room. “Thank you for gathering here on All Hallow’s Eve, where we may witness a rare transformation.”All eyes fall on you. You are still seated on your haunches, and don’t have the courage to speak. That is, if you could even speak.“My boy has obediently undergone the Rite of the Hound. It is nearly complete, as is evident by the Binding Ring.”Sir’s words remind you of the faint light around your cock. You look down to see the light blazing. You look up at your Sir and whine.“Do you want to stroke your cock, pup?”You bark. Bark? You find this as strange as your sir calling you pup. He always called you boy before.“Go ahead,” he says. “Paw.”You wrap your hand around your cock, hesitant at first. Every stroke brings you closer to the edge. Soon you are panting and blushing as the whole room watches.But you cannot push yourself over the edge. You consider giving up, but the buzzing ring of light fills your body with pleasure. After minutes, you begin whimpering and howling for mercy.“As you can see, the Binding Ring has complete control over his cock. He still feels lust, but cannot achieve release without my command.”Your Sir turns back to you. “And now, with the last thoughts of a boy still in your head, I offer you a choice. I will let you cum here and now, and the ritual will be complete. Henceforth, on nights of the full moon, you will lose your human ability to speak and walk on two legs. You will serve The Society obediently, like you did tonight. What do you say, pup?”The question sends a shiver down your back, and a new wave of pleasure through your cock. There were still human thoughts in your heads: the same mix of fear and excitement. But they were faint compared to the overwhelming urgency of lust.Eagerly, you bark.“Good boy. Now cum.”Without any coaxing from your hand, your cock shoots its load all over the floor. You howl in bliss. The room cheers. Time slows.In the afterglow of your orgasm, your Sir rests a hand on your head.“Good boy. There’s one more thing. The Binding Ring will remain—full moon or not. It’s effects will be more… subtle. But you will not be able to cum without my command. Some pups learn to cherish this condition. It binds them to their master better than any chastity device.”Back in your bed, you reach for you phone and see a message from your Sir. He asks how you are doing. You start to type a response, but hesitate.“You want to ask me how long these changes last?” your Sir replies.You type that last night was fun, but you don’t know how long you can go without masterbating. You had never spent more than a week in chastity, and that was torture.“You made your choice,” Sir replies. “And on All Hallow’s Eve in one year’s time, you will be given that choice again.”One year! Your mind begins to race as you stare at the message.“Don’t worry, pup. You’ll have many full moons to think about it.” -- source link

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