He had to get closer, he needed to see his creation with his own eyes. He couldn’t be certain that the beast was really under his control, but still, the thrill of danger was just increased his arousal. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, amazed, first of all, at how large Randall had become. He certainly was no longer a pup Erikson himself stood at six and a half feet, and the beast dwarfed him by at least six inches. The beast went to take a step towards him, a low, barely audible growl coming from it’s throat, but Erikson, in a well practiced voice of command, ordered “Stay!” and he halted his advance. Erikson came close then, stroking the beasts fur, feeling it calm to his touch. It was still afraid, afraid of the pain it had just experienced, and unable to understand what had just happened to its body, but he knew this man, knew his scent. This was Master. This was who he must obey. If he did not, then he would face…punishment. The beast had already endured much at this man’s hand, and had no desire to test it’s boundaries. It was stronger, sure, but Master was smart, and it wanted to obey him. Obedience made the beast happy.
Erikson moved his hand down, to the beast’s groin, stroking the sheath until the red head of the beast’s cock emerged, slowly, the head human-like by bulbous, like a dog’s. He hoped it would knot properly–how else would the dogs be able to detain the resistance members they chased? Still, he would discover the answer soon enough, but first, a small bit of pleasure for himself. “Down,” he ordered, and then said, “Suck.”
The beast could no longer wrap it’s lips around the shaft well enough to create a vacuum, however the raspy, long tongue snaking it’s way up and down the shaft gave Erikson plenty of stimulation, the sharp prick of the fangs against his tender flesh a welcome delight. The beast could sense that Master was happy, and this made the animal happy too, and made him horny. He wanted to fuck, he realized. He needed prey, he needed to fuck the prey. He needed to chase, and run, and fuck and pleasure himself. Could Master be prey? No, he told himself harshly–that would be foolish. Erikson could sense the animal’s growing need for satisfaction, and decided it was time for the real event to start. He pointed to the door leading into testing room three. “When the door opens,” Erikson said, “You will hunt. You will find your prey, and subdue it. Do not kill–only harm, and fuck. Do you understand?”
The animal nodded, excited. It would have a hunt! Master would provide him with prey, and a hunt. It watched the door, eagerly, as Master left the room. It would hunt well, it would please Master, it would fuck, and harm, and subdue its prey–it could barely contain its excitement. Outside, Erikson hurried to the other cell, and checked the monitor–sure enough, there was Frank Longen, Dean of Students as well as Tristan’s lover and right hand man on campus, usually helping him handle the day to day things of life in the city. Erikson had been quick to capitalize on this, abducting Frank one evening and giving him one of his patch prototypes. To his knowledge, Tristan was unaware that Frank had been reporting on his actions to Erikson for months now. Still, if this winter went as it should, Frank’s services as a spy would no longer be needed, and he could take on a new role that Erikson had planned for him. Frank was a wake on the monitor, and shaking in fear? Cold? Erikson didn’t know, or really care.The order implanted in Frank’s subconscious had worked perfectly–sleepwalking here naked in the midst of his hibernation. The winter out there would be enough to chill any bear’s bones.
Not saying anything, Erikson hit a button on the control panel, the door between Frank’s cell and the testing room sliding open, revealing a large room filled with high steel walls–a maze, in fact, about the size of a football field.
“Erikson? What is this? I told you what you needed, I did everything you asked.”
“Oh, you served your purpose wonderfully, Mr. Longen. However, I have no more need of your services as a spy, so I will now utilize you as a…test subject. All you have to do, is find the exit, and I’ll let you go, how does that sound?” Erikson smiled. There was no exit, just the other door, leading to his pet’s cell, which slid open now. A howl loud enough to be heard through the concrete walls of the room went out as the beast raced into the maze.
“What…what was that?” Frank asked.
“Why, just a friend I’d like you to meet. Best hurry–he’s much faster than you are, and desperate for a fuck.”
Frank didn’t need to hear anymore, and he took off into the maze. Erikson sat back, and applied another stimpatch, the jolt of energy bringing the chase into perfect focus. Through the cameras, it was like he was down there, watching the two come closer and closer together, the beast howling and panting as he neared his prey. Frank was soon hopelessly lost–not that it would have mattered. His pet spotted the bear at an intersection, Frank screamed, and sprinted in the opposite direction, but his pet raced faster than even Erikson’s cameras could track, barrelling into Frank, sinking it’s teeth into his shoulder, holding him in place, screaming in pain, as it blindly thrusted its cock into the bear’s ass, making him scream in pain and terror, and Erikson felt his cock pulse. His eyes inches from the screen, he jacked his cock, panting in time with his beast, wondering what it would be like, being a ruthless beast, designed to inflict pain and terror into the hearts of others. His pet’s claws sunk into Frank’s flesh, drawing blood and holding him in place as it rutted, letting loose a wild howl of conquest as it came, the head of his cock inflating with blood, locking it deep in Frank’s colon, tying them together. It was time, Erikson thought, and he lowered the walls of the maze, entering the room himself and walking to where Frank was sobbing in pain and terror, ass ripped open, shoulder ripped open, his gut and stomach punctured–but nothing life threatening, he saw–his pet had done very well.
“You didn’t do very well, Mr. Longen.”
“What is this beast? What have you been doing down here?”
“Goodness, what haven’t I been doing down here,” Erikson said,crushing his boot into the wound of Frank’s shoulder, making the man scream, “I’ve been such a naughty bear, these past few months, I suppose. But do you really want to know what he is? I could show you, I suppose.” Erikson pulled out the second dose of the gene serum, and sunk it into Frank’s arm, “You’ll be my second pet, in a few minutes.”
Frank cursed at him, trying to crawl himself off the beast’s cock, but the pain soon washed over him. Erikson focused on the change, on the fear and pain in Frank’s eyes as he changed. He didn’t want to forget this, not ever. He was so close to cumming, his cock right at the edge, but not yet, not yet–there was still more to do. Now stronger than ever before, Frank, fully changed, clawed his way off Randall’s cock, stood and snarled at Erikson. Randall made to defend his master, but Erikson commanded him to stay, and then squatted down. He wouldn’t know what these beasts were capable of until he’d fought one himself, until he’d felt the claws rake at his own flesh, felt their jaws close on his limbs. He would fight Frank, he would dominate him, show him who his Master truly was. Frank, howling, charged at Erikson, mindless, furious, horny, and had he not been gravely injured and exhausted from his transformations, it was likely Erikson would not have survived. However, Erikson fought him tooth and claw, eventually working his way behind the beast, sinking his cock into his already wrecked hole, Frank howling in anger, but knowing he had been bested–dominated. Something in him, some bestial knowledge admitted that this man, this bear, was his right and true Master, and he submitted, head bowed as Erikson roared and fucked his hole, gripping the dog’s tail with one hand as he thrust in and out, Randall watching from a distance, proud of his Master for putting the beta in its place. Erikson came, all of the pain boiling over into a single roar of satisfaction, and he felt Frank’s new doggish cock erupt beneath him, happy that his Master had used him for his pleasure. Frank felt no will to fight anymore–he was the beta, he would submit, and when Erikson pulled out, Frank truned around, lapping away the blood and cum from his cock, head bowed, hoping his Master would forgive him for challenging his authority.
“You, he said to Frank, “are Beta, and he, is Alpha, I am Master. Do you understand?”
The dogman nodded, pleased with his new name. Beta–it was his place, his role, his new identity, his old life already slipping away from his animalistic mind.
“Alpha, you will train him. Be strict, and as harsh as you must be, for Beat to understand.”
Alpha nodded, but first, he must reassert his role as Alpha, and fuck Beta’s ass once again. Erikson left them to their rutting, pleased with his experiment’s results, but he had a more important task at hand. He set off for the lab, a trail of sweat and blood dripping behind him, unnoticed. He had a weapon to craft–one which would change the course of mankind forever.
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