Rise of the new alpha

by MoonlightSerenade

A young man finds his entire life changed when he is attacked by a beast from the woods—and he is loving every second of it.

Darren walked in the cold darkness on the pavement, the forest taunting its dark secrets next to him. He’d had to stay late at work to clean up the restaurant, left to the small man everyone knew wouldn’t be able to fight back. It was now past midnight and he felt deeply uncomfortable walking alone.

He’d always been a small guy. Topped out at 5’4”, 120 pounds soaking wet. He’d tried his best to get into sports and working out to put at least a bit of muscle on his bones, but it’d never worked out for him. When walking alone like this, he always carried a small silver knife as a precaution, just in case something were to happen.

As his breath showed in the cold night air, Darren heard a howl coming from the distance within the tree-line. He stopped walking and looked over. He saw nothing. He began to walk faster. Suddenly, a large flurry of fur rushed to him, knocking him onto the pavement. His head hit the ground hard, and he was in a daze as he felt two powerful paws drag him into the tree-line.

The enormous, black-furred beast looked over him, drooling as it bared its teeth and growled, just as Darren began to process the situation and screamed, as the creature opened its mouth and bit down on his arm.

The teeth seared and stung his flesh as they sunk into Darren’s arm, his small and soft limb enveloped completely in the monster’s maw as it whipped him to the side, attempting to rip it from his body.

Darren reached to the side and grasped at his only form of protection, the violent whipping back and forth making it a struggle to even move his right arm, before finally he felt the hilt of the silver knife within his grasp, quickly taking advantage of the moment and plunging it into the wolf’s neck. A roaring yelp rang out as blood spewed from the wound and it instinctively let Darren go. With a chance now, he ran to the side of the wolf and stabbed the knife deep into his heart.

As he did, the wolf looked deep into his eyes. Their deep brown hinge turned to a soft, light blue as the fire behind them faded, while a fire began to burn behind his as they looked deeply into each other’s hearts. Darren assumed it was the adrenaline that gave him this feeling.

He backed away, the blood matting the wolf’s fur and dripping from the silver knife he held. Darren’s eyes grew wider as he noticed the wolf start to stand and stumble on its hind legs, the dark black fur retreating as its muzzle grew smaller and its ears shifted to the sides of its head. Within the minute, standing before him was a man. An enormous man, almost impossibly so, but a man nonetheless. Over seven feet tall, the fur having retreated to a dark, deep pelt of chest hair and a long, thick beard, with hair cascading down his broad shoulders. His chest jutted proudly out several inches and his arms were powerfully large, near the size of basketballs. But the star of the show was the near foot long penis hanging from his groin, and the grapefruit sized balls weighing in the sack beneath him.

Darren was awestruck as he stared at the man, sputtering blood from his mouth, as he smiled, incredibly white teeth with abnormally large canines showing off. Darren felt a heat rising in his crotch as he looked on. Then the man spoke, in a deep, commanding baritone that resonated within Darren’s testicles.

“Well done, son,” he stuttered through blood filled coughs. “Now it is your turn to carry the curse, though you shall soon find it to be truly the blessing of the moon.” And with those final words, the light faded from his eyes as he slumped over dead.

In utter shock, Darren looked on, his jaw slack. He looked at the bite on his arm, horrified at the implication as he realized what was only in fairy tales may in fact be true. But the shock of the moment once again overwhelmed him as he shook out of it. Darren stood and began finishing his walk home, returning to the pavement from the wood the wolf-man had dragged him into.

He felt a tightness constricting his neck as his gulped down air, his crotch still strangely hot, but the heat had begun to cascade through his entire body. He absent mindedly scratched at his jaw, rough and coarse. He barely noticed as he pulled out his keys and opened the door to his apartment, the knob oddly lower. Finally, he removed his shirt, deaf to the tear, as he fell into the bed, a wave of exhaustion carrying over him as he fell unconscious.

Unbeknownst to Darren, still shell-shocked from the attack and the appearance from wolf to man, hair had begun sprouting on his chest and across his jaw as muscle began to cord and fill his arms. His chest and shoulders began to stretch wider as his bones snapped and cracked back into place, thicker and stronger than any humans’, hanging over his bed as his penis became erect, stretching higher and higher as his balls soon too hung over the bed. His abs became deeper cut, his jaw squaring out into a sexy, manly appearance as his beard grew out longer, and the masculine appearance matched by a deep musk that permeated the small bedroom.

Darren awoke early, as he always had, feeling oddly close to the floor as he involuntarily flexed his arms as he pushed himself out of bed, not noticing himself leaning underneath the door frame and pushing slightly to the side as he left his room and entered the bathroom to release his bladder. As he looked in the mirror, a dull shock ran over him at his appearance. Soon though, the fog ran over his mind, and everything changed for him as his slack jaw turned to a wide smile and he flexed his arms consciously this time at himself.

Darren’s memories of his former life were still intact, but they were like a dream. He knew what he used to be; a small, unpopular virgin twink his whole life with little friends. But now, in this life, he was the epitome of masculinity, and always had been. He was always the biggest man in class, packed on muscle like it was nothing, could grow a beard by the time he was 14, and regularly pleasing every man or woman he slept with since he was 16, having fucked nearly every student in his high school. His natural musk could never fully be covered up, and produced powerful pheromones entrancing anyone who smelled them in pure lust, especially in his hairy, sweaty pits the more he worked out. Nobody could resist letting him fuck them, and he was a powerfully dominating top. He was the alpha male.

Darren stood at 7’5” and weighed in at 380 pounds of pure muscle. His cannonball shoulders stretched past the length of the mirror and his enormous pecs were covered in thick, black hair and stuck out half a foot from his chest. His square, handsome jaw had a long and thick black beard, enough testosterone flowing through his veins that even if he tried to shave it, it would grow back within the hour. But he didn’t want to, why would he deprive the world and himself as his bleeding masculinity. His biceps flexed to the size of watermelons, while his thighs were thicker than most grown men’s torsos and his feet were larger than any man. Long black hair cascaded down his back, and he looked into his beautiful amber eyes, a fire burning behind them, as his crotch began to stir, nearly a foot long dick with grapefruit sized testicles hanging low and churning fresh seed beneath him.

His cock began to heat up and rise and he casually stroked it in his massive, hairy paws and moaned deeply as he quickly came across the wall. He mopped up the mess, but knew that he could go again and for much longer in no time at all. He put on his skin tight polo, the top buttons impossible to close, his pecs and hair sticking out from the top, and his khakis which left nothing of his obscene bulge to the imagination.

Time to find some lucky soul for the Alpha to top, he thought to himself, as he flexed his massive bicep, straining his top, and winked at himself, before licking his sharp, pearly white teeth, and leaving to find some fresh meat.

All eyes fell on Darren as he walked down the street, his large, imposing figure only magnified by his immensely charming gait and smile. He relished in every ounce of the attention, bouncing his pecs on some ogling passersby, the abundance of curls on his chest poking out of the top as it struggled to contain his might.

As he walked by one young man, he saw him double over and could smell as he kept walking that the man had orgasmed in the middle of the street at his powerful sexual musk. His smile widened and he felt heat rise in his crotch as his testicles began to beg further for release. He needed to find someone to fuck. Wouldn’t be hard for him.

He began to make his way towards a local dance club, the heat emanating off of him, warming anyone who walked near him. He approached the bouncer as he arrived. The bearded, burly man may have been intimidating to some, but both new Darren, standing nearly a foot taller, and twice as wide, could snap him in two. Memories flooded into both of them. Darren, the alpha, had already conquered this mountain of a man, splitting his back many times as he rammed his canon into the bouncer’s juicy ass. Darren simply gave a wink and the bouncer melted at his whim, stepping aside for Darren and covering a wet spot appearing on his pants for incoming patrons.

Darren entered the club, drawing the eyes of many dancers just beginning to begin their inebriated dancing, while others were too distracted in their already intoxicated movements. Darren moved towards the bar, a middle-aged bartender pouring another man around his age a drink.

Darren sat near the other man, his expansive bottom straining the seat below him. The bartender approached him.

“What can I get for you, sir?” he asked in a kind but scripted manner.

“Straight whiskey,” Darren said, his deep smooth baritone like silk on the ears.

“Right away,” the bartender said, grabbing a glass and pouring out the drink before handing it back to him.

“Gotta say, buddy, I see a lot of young people, but you certainly seem to be in your prime. Word of advice: have fun and don’t waste it,” the bartender said and winked at him.

“Don’t plan on it,” Darren winked back, flashing his sharp pearly whites. He downed the whiskey and gestured for another, the bartender fulfilling the request as Darren reached for his pocket, but the bartender shook his head.

“On the house, buddy,” he said, and moved over to a young couple, sweaty from the dance floor, who’d stumbled over to the bar, clearly dreading the unfortunate delivery of the news that he’d have to cut them off.

Darren turned to the man next to him. He worse a turtleneck covering most of his body, and tight jeans that showed off his perky ass. He was smaller, but clearly in good shape, clean shaven, and seemed to be out for a good time. Darren sniffed the air around the man. A very good time.

Darren downed his second whiskey and left the glass on the counter as he walked over towards the man, who seemed not to notice him. Darren stood behind him, wrapping his arms around the man’s waist and pressing his face into his neck, lightly kissing him, before quietly rumbling in his ear.

“What’s a cute boy like you doing at the bar and not dancing?”

The man shivered at Darren’s touch and turned to him. Darren’s eyes burned brightly and that fire seemed to connect him to the man at the bar.

“I think I just needed a big, strong man to dance with,” he let out finally.

“Your wish is granted,” Darren smiled, leading the man off his seat and to the dance floor.

The two entered into the group dancing to the overpowering, unplaceable music, solely existing for them to move their bodies to.

“What’s your name?” the man asked him.

“Darren,” he answered. “But you can call me Daddy.” He smiled, bringing the man closer to his hips.

“All right, Daddy Darren. I’m Michael,” he responded.

“No, you’re not,” Darren said with a mischievous grin. “You’re my baby now.”

As he said that, Darren began to release his pheromones more for Michael, the other dancers unaware of the power he was unleashing upon his prey, bringing Michael to his body and gyrating their hips together.

Michael fell into an intoxicated trance, sticking his face under Darren’s arm and breathing deeply as he began to kiss Darren, moving towards his chest, suckling at Darren’s nipples beneath his taut shirt.

“Would you like to go somewhere else?” Darren said, easily lifting him off the ground.

“Please,” Michael said, drunk on Darren’s masculine scent and power, continuously kissing his neck and beard as Darren carried him across and out of the bar and back towards his apartment. Nobody even questioned who he was carrying, the Alpha having a new conquest.

As they walked into Darren apartment, he dropped Michael onto his own two feet, grabbing his face and kissing him. Michael felt the sweet, warm, full lips of Darren on his, the man’s tongue probing into his mouth, and moaned into the man’s throat.

Darren let out an unconscious, territorial growl as he tore off his shirt, picked Michael back up and brought him to the bedroom, throwing him into the bed and taking the other man’s shirt off in one smooth motion.

He crawled onto the bed, domineering over Michael, his manly scent and presence overpowering Michael with lust. Darren kissed him again, moving down his body, kissing his neck, his arms, his chest, his nipples, his stomach, worshipping Michael’s body as the man had worshipped his own.

Finally, he pulled down Michael’s pants, revealing a long, thick boner that had long grown and begun to leak. Darren drooled with desire as he stuck the penis in his mouth, bringing his lips up and down smoothly on it and sucking it down into his throat, eliciting a moan of ecstasy from his new mate.

After a few minutes, Darren moved further downwards, licking at Michael’s pert balls, somehow remaining unbursted, as he moved down towards his goal; his beautiful hole, quaking and ready for him.

Darren kissed Michael’s cheeks gently before moving between them, kissing as his hole as Michael moaned louder. He stuck his tongue out, probing at the man’s opening, licking and sucking at it hungrily as more pre shot from Michael’s tip, no longer able to muffle his utter screams of delight.

Darren pulled back, licking his thumb and rubbing it around the ring of Michael’s hole. It quivered at his touch, opening and begging for him to enter. And who was he to deny it?

Darren sat back and removed his own pants, his own throbbing erection. Michael’s eyes widened with desire at the sight, moaning out breathlessly in ecstasy.

“Please, Daddy. I need you inside of me. I need it more than anything. Please fuck me.”

Darren smiled at his pup begging for his cock, leaning down again and kissing his mouth, licking the inside and back into the man’s throat as his tip probed Michael’s hole, squirting it with lube.

Darren smiled at him.

“You ready?” His pheromones had completely taken Michael’s mind to need nothing but him. His man. His mate. His master. His Alpha.

Michael simply moaned softly again, and Darren took his lips to his once more as he began to push inside, pure bliss electrifying the both of them as Darren fully entered him, pressing against his walls and prostate. Inside the man, dominating him where both of them truly belonged.

Darren began to thrust, moaning aggressively as he kissed Michael’s face and neck, Michael able to do nothing but scream and moan in his ear next to him as his Alpha fully dominated him and made him his.

Darren felt a wetness against his furry muscled stomach as his prey yelled in orgasm. He smiled wider as he thrusted harder, smelling his scent begin to entwine deeply with Michael’s, his very DNA changing against the chest of his master.

Darren yelled and exploded into Michael, filling him with his seed as Michael’s juicy ass took it all, drinking it deep within him and changing him. He still looked the same, but his scent was unmistakably mixed with Darren’s, clearly owned by the wolf. And he was fully dedicated and submissive to his master.

Darren rolled over onto his back, bringing Michael close to him, hugging him against his chest as Michael curled up on the large man’s body and fell asleep.

Darren could not help but smile as he looked down at his perfect new boy. His piece of meat. His mate.

His beta.

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