Author: wesleybracken8258

GAH!!!!! You ended “The Elves Strike Back” as I was REALLY getting into the story. It wasn’t even always getting my rocks off, but I was loving the story and the love “Quadrilateral” and the development of the characters. Will I have to wait until next Christmas to see how it plays out????

Well, there might be some Christmas happening in June or July, but more likely we’ll all be waiting until next year to find out how that cliffhanger resolves, because I also have no idea what happens next.

Gordon’s Wish (Patreon Commission)

“That’s it?” Jerry asked, taking the collar from Gordon’s hand, “I just put it on you?”

“Ideally, yeah,” Gordon said, “And, thank you. I mean, for doing this for me. I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember, but, well, when you tell people you want them to turn you into a…a dog, they tend to freak out.”

Gordon had met Jerry at a bear run the year before–he was looking slightly pathetic, a pudgy middle aged man dressed in mitts, a pup mask, a dog tail butt plug and not much else, and ended up servicing a rough looking top dressed in a leather uniform. They’d run into each other a few more times that weekend, at first by accident, and then on purpose, and even after they’d flown back to opposite sides of the country, they’d stayed in contact. It was a few months later, after they’d been chatting as both friends and as long distance dom and sub, that Gordon sprung the request on him. Jerry, admittedly, hadn’t known what to think about it, and had figured Gordon was just taking his roleplay a bit too far, but in fact he was perfectly serious–and that, much to Jerry’s surprise, had turned him on much more than he’d expected.

“Well, we don’t even know that it’ll work, right?”

Gordon nodded, but from the look in his eyes, Jerry could see that if it didn’t, it would hurt him to the core.

“Stand at attention, pup.”

Gordon hurried to follow the order, standing rigid, hairy gut thrust out, shivering with excitement. It had to work, it just had to. Jerry unhooked the collar and wrapped it around Gordon’s neck, but as he secured the metal clasp in place, something pricked his finger, drawing a bit of blood–breaking through the leather gloves he had on–and when he pulled his hand away, the collar had become a solid band of leather around the sub’s neck. “T–thank you, master,” Gordon said, and unable to help himself, licked his face. “Sorry…sorry Master, I don’t…I don’t know why I just did that.”

A gloved hand wrapped around the back of his head, and Jerry pulled him into a kiss, and as much as he tried to kiss him normally, Gordon kept returning to licking, and Jerry felt his sub’s tongue lengthening as it scraped across his face, growing thinner, and then their mouths didn’t fit together quite as well as they should. He pulled back and saw that the shape of Gordon’s head had changed significantly–his mouth pushing out into a short snout, his nose blackening. His beard had expanded all over his face and was now of two colors–around his mouth it had become pitch black, but as it grew up over his face and head it was a golden brown. Jerry pulled off a glove and stroked his fur with one hand, seeing Gordon’s still human eyes look at him with something between terror, excitement and love.

“Does it hurt?”

Gordon tried to speak, but it came out as a garble. In the end he shook his head ‘No’.

“That’s good. Here’s let’s get those clothes off of you, I doubt they’ll fit for much longer.”

Together they got off Gordon’s harness, leather shorts, jockstrap and boots. It was both easy, because Gordon was slowly shrinking out of them all anyway, but also more difficult, because before they were finished, his hands had fully morphed into paws, covered with the same golden fur as his head, which was spreading up his arms as they grew thinner. His legs were changing similarly, and as Gordon tried to get the boots off, he discovered he couldn’t balance on his two pads like they were feet, and he tumbled forward into Jerry, who caught him and lowered him down. At first he tried to stay on his hands and knees, but his legs wouldn’t bend right to allow it, his new bones forcing him onto all fours.

He looked over and saw the full length mirror that hung in Jerry’s play room, and took a few steps forward. First, he was trying to figure out how to make his legs work, but soon he realized that they worked just fine–he already knew how to work them, didn’t he? If anything, this felt more natural to him than walking on two legs ever had. And yet, it still felt…so strange. He’d imagined it for so long, in so many different ways, that the reality of it. He approached the mirror, saw his mostly German Shepherd face, and saw himself pull his tall ears back a bit, nervously. He could see that his arms and legs had fully changed–it was the bulk of his human torso which was left, the golden fur spreading over his heavy gut, pulling it up into a leaner frame, the black fur spreading over his back and down to his…tail. He hadn’t even noticed it pushing it’s way out above his ass, and he gave it a tentative wag, seeing his new mouth smile.

Jerry had followed him over to the mirror, still unable to believe that any of this was actually happening. It would be a lie, however, to say that he wasn’t turned on. This was a fantasy of his own–just not one he’d ever imagined he’d be able to experience in his life. In fact, Gordon was the first partner who had managed to coax it from his imagination and out his mouth. Gordon looked up at him, and nuzzled the crotch of Jerry’s breeches. He could see the bulge as well, and he licked at the leather. Jerry unzipped the fly and let his cock out. Gordon was careful to keep his new fangs well away from his Master’s flesh, and focused on licking the length of the shaft with his tongue, wrapping it around the head, listening for his master’s moans, and his smell!

Something shifted in his mind, and the entire world lit up for him in a completely unfamiliar way. He could smell…everything. He could smell where he’d been, where his Master had been–the whole room smelled of his Master, and that made him so incredibly, indescribably, irrationally happy. Happy and safe. He licked a bit harder, and then too his Master’s cock in his mouth, gently grazing it with his teeth, feeling him shudder. “C–Careful pup, not too hard…” Jerry said, but Gordon…he could sense that he liked the feeling more than he might be willing to let on, and did it again. Jerry didn’t protest. He shuddered, and flooded his pup’s mouth with cum, Gordon licking the head and drinking it down happily, and then sat back on his haunches, tongue hanging out, panting, and trying to figure out what had just happened to him.

It didn’t really matter, did it? He had Master, and Master would keep him safe. Jerry put his cock away, and looked down at his dog–his new German Shepherd…and yet, he could remember owning him for years now…right? He noticed something glinting on Gordon’s collar, reached down, and looked at the tag that had appeared. It had his name and address on it, but surely it hadn’t been there before.

Gordon let out a whine, and looked over to the door, where several leashes hung.

“What, you wanna go for a walk, pup?”

Gordon let out a happy bark and charged over to the door, sitting patiently, looking back over his shoulder at his Master. Jerry walked over, clipped a leash to his collar, and they walked on into their dream together.

Patreon Update (and a Sneak Peek)

First things first, sorry I missed my regular posting time yesterday–I thought I had a post queued up, but I apparently didn’t. So instead, here’s some better news! I broke $300 dollars on Patreon yesterday, which means that starting in February I’ll be increasing to four posts a week, on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. In addition, before this month is over, I’ll have my first Patreon exclusive story up over there–and it’s a sizable one to make up for the fact that I had nothing for December (blame Christmas). Anyone who donates $5 or more a month will be able to see it, even if you donate after I post it. If you’d like to help out, you can become a patron here: https://www.patreon.com/wesleybracken. Thanks again for all of your support, and here’s a sample from the story, about three young men who have a run in with the wrong side of Pigtown (then again, is there even a right side to Pigtown?)

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The doorbell chimed again, but they could fucking wait a minute. Caleb pumped the dumbbell again, his bicep twitching, then again, nearly at exhaustion, one final time, fighting for it, pulling it up, and then let it drop. The doorbell, then a knock. He shook out his arm, and then went to the door, opened it, and found his two friends, Mark and Nate, on the door step. “What the hell guys? You were supposed to be here hours ago. It’s like, ten already, what the hell?”

Mark took a long draw off the cigar he had shoved in his mouth, blew it out, and then glanced over at Nate, who was grinning similarly.

“And where’s the fuckin’ beer? You said you were gonna bring some. This night’s gonna be a fuckin’ bore without booze, and my parents come back tomorrow.”

In response, Mark grabbed the neck of Caleb’s shirt and shoved him inside the house. He stumbled back, caught one leg on the side of a table by the door and tumbled down onto the floor. Mark and Nate stepped inside, Mark locking the door behind them, Nate kneeling down on the ground next to Caleb. “Sorry we’re so late boy, but we got caught up at the…the bar is all. Had to…get changed before we came over.”

Looking at them now, in the light, he realized that his two friends looked different. For one thing, they were dressed head to toe in leather gear that looked like something that would be found on some leather queen faggot. They looked bigger too–older. Neither of his friends had been able to grow a beard the day before, but now they both had facial hair around those huge cigars each of them were smoking. “Look, what…whatever. But did you bring the booze or not?”

“Oh no, I think we’re goin’ out tonight, boy,” Nate said, and when Caleb tried to sit up, he straddled his chest and pinned his arms down. “Come on Mark, fucking put it on him!”

Caleb struggled, but as he did, he realized he could feel something pressing into his chest–Nate’s cock was getting hard. Was he a fucking faggot? He was so distracted by the thought that he didn’t notice Mark come around behind him, kneel down, wrap a thick band of leather around his throat, and lock it shut. Caleb immediately stopped struggling, his breathing slow and steady, his eyes glazed and distant. “Hey…hey! Boy!” Nate said, and slapped Caleb’s face with one gloved hand.

“Y–Yes sir…sorry sir…” Caleb mumbled.

“He’s fucking out of it, I can’t believe it fucking worked!” Mark said.

“Won’t know it really worked until we really test it,” Nate said, unzipped his fly, and let his hard cock flop out onto Caleb’s chest. At the sight of Master Nate’s cock, Caleb felt his mouth grow a bit dry, and he licked his lips, his own cock hardening in his jeans.

“Hungry boy?”

“Yes…yes sir…”

Nate scooted up, until the head was right at Caleb’s lips. His enslaved friend stuck out his tongue and lapped the drop of precum from the slit, then raised his head up and took as much as he could in his mouth, groaning.

“Look at that fucking slut go!”

“Just like Sir said.”

“Should we take him back now?”

Nah,” Nate said, wrapping one hand around the back of Mark’s neck, pulling his face closer, “I say we enjoy him for a bit. We’ve got until midnight, right?”

Mark took a long draw off his cigar, then locked lips with Nate, both of them sharing the smoke. Nate had his entire cock buried down his friend’s throat–no, not his friend, the fucking slave. Fuck yeah, the slave’s throat. As he thrust, he unzipped Mark’s fly and pulled out his cock–it was even bigger than it had been at the bar, it felt like every drag off these cigars was turning them into the men they were meant to be. “Come on man, let’s double team this bitch.”

Nate pulled out, and they had a brief fight over who got the privilege of seeding their slave’s ass first. Mark ended up punching Nate in the face, breaking his nose in the process, and he conceded the privilege. They ordered Caleb onto all fours, and Nate kept raping his throat, more viciously now, nursing his aching, bloody nose. Mark lubed his fingers with some spit and started working them into Caleb’s hole. He didn’t know how he knew, but he was able to simply relax, not fight the invasion. After all, his hole was meant to be fucked, right? Caleb tried to push back, but the collar was too strong, and when Mark finally slid his cock in, he pushed back, eager to be filled, eager to be of service.

Nate finished first, feeding the slave his load deep in his throat, then pulled out and went into the kitchen to clean up his bloody face. A few minutes later, he came back in and found Mark still fucking away.

“Would you finish up already? We gotta get him back there by midnight.”

“We got plenty of time, hold your fuckin’ horses.”

“You just can’t finish is your problem.”

Mark hauled his cock out, stood up and stalked over to Nate, “You want a fucking black eye to go with that crooked nose?”

“All I know is that was a cheap fuckin’ shot and you know it.”

They stared at each other for a few moments, but it wasn’t long before their tongues were down each other’s smoky throats, Mark cumming on the front of Nate’s leather uniform, and he ordered Caleb to crawl over and lick it clean. Then, they all left, Caleb on the floor of the passenger side, sucking on Nate’s balls while Mark drove into town, parked out back behind Pigtown, and they all slipped in the back just before midnight.