The stretching yank of my insides pulls me from deep sleep. A sensation akin to the fibers of my muscles and tendons being pulled taught as if strings on a violin or guitar. It's the most painful and soothing sensation, all at once, that I've ever felt. I don't know what it is, or how to identify it. I've never felt anything quite like this, even shifting into the wolf feels nothing like this. Although the comfort of remembering exactly how that feels is slowly fading with time. This is something I can't describe, like instead of my body shredding apart and reknitting, it's being reinforced and bonded stronger.
A howl escapes my human mouth. I haven't been able to access or shift into my wolf for years. I lost count after five, but without a doubt have felt the years stretch well beyond that. As a teenager I was abducted from my bedroom in the dead of night, drugged and brought here, wherever here actually is. I'm a prisoner, living in a glistening cage. I've never been kept in a dungeon, but rather a well decorated, luxurious room, with no windows and bound in cuffs and a choker that keeps my wolf locked away.
I'm brought meals six times a day, expertly arranged on glistening gold plates. When it's time for me to be escorted to the gym, my head is stuffed into a hood, as I'm guided up and down twisting hallways before being deposited in a room stuffed with every piece of equipment known to man, several stories below the level my room resides on, where I'm left to strengthen my body for hours a day before being escorted back in the exact same fashion.
The only visitors I have are those that bring me my food, clean my quarters and the women sent in to service my needs, each more beautiful than the last. They all look the same, even with their hair colors and body shapes being drastically different. They all appear seemingly out of nowhere, ready to service me, sucking my cock or riding me until I roar my release. They expect nothing in return, cleaning me once I've finished and disappearing. Like me, they're all wolf shifters, the distinct scent of lupine giving them away, but they are off. Something is unnatural about it, I simply can't put my finger on it.
For years this has been my life. Day in and day out, until tonight when the tugging started, first in my chest, then branching out to the rest of my body. At first it was so agonizing I cried out, but as the hours pass it's becoming a soothing sensation as if being invited home. Something tells me that whatever caused this change is far away though. For the first time since arriving here, my wolf's voice sounds in my head barely above a whisper.
I've missed you. Find...
Then it fades to nothing once more, the cuffs locked around my wrists, ankles and neck being stronger than him pushing through. Something tells me I will hear him again. He will come back to me as this new me settles and grows.
The change has been enough to keep me bound to my bed, barely noticing when a curvy red-head with lips so full they look fake, saunters into my room, draped in nothing more than a luxurious silk robe.
"Will you have me tonight?" Her voice is that of a seductress, trained in what she is here to do.
They all ask me the same, each time they enter. Just like every time before, I never answer, I simply stay where I am, while they saunter over to me, exposing their unmarred skin, ready to strip me with lithe fingers. I let them. I have nothing better to do and it's not like I left a mate back home. My father always told me I was too much of a fuck up to ever be blessed enough by the Moon Goddess to have one, and all these years I've believed him. Sometimes I even think he's the reason I was brought here, so he wouldn't have to deal with me anymore.
The woman straddles my legs, her arousal already dripping onto my bare thigh, as she reaches for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head.
"Is there anything specific you'd like?" Her lips trail down my neck, stopping on my chest just above my heart, when a jolt sparks through my body, those same fibers being pulled tight and strummed. "What the hell?" She yelps as I nearly toss her to the floor, stunned by the sensation.
I'm rubbing at the spot with one hand, while I help her from the floor with the other. She wastes no time returning to her ministrations, her cool fingers slipping beneath the band of my boxers and wrapping around my girth. It would be a lie to say that the touch and pleasure these women give me doesn't feel good, it does. I'm a man. I like a good fuck like anyone else, but I feel nothing for them. These interactions are nothing more than a transaction each and every time.
She's not shy about removing the barrier between her bare skin and mine, my hips involuntarily lifting to allow her to remove my boxers, leaving me bare to her. Her fingers wrap around me once more, before she slowly slides down my legs, first flicking her tongue against my engorged head and then sucking me into her mouth. I don't touch her as she goes to work, pulling groans and growls from deep inside me. The fibers strum again, sending another jolt through me. She takes it as her doing something right, smiling around my length as she continues to suck me off.
I'm not even close to finishing when she sits astride my hips, lowering herself onto me. There's no foreplay when it comes to these women. I make no effort to give them pleasure or make sure they're ready and they never ask for it in return. That's really the only reason I can stomach what happens with them. I can detach from it.
Her tight walls clench around me as she slides down my length, taking my thick girth into her with her lips puckering out into an O. She's nearly taken all of me when my wolf's voice returns, its strength like that of surround sound in my head.
No. Not her.
With his words repeating in my head, I lift her off me, pointing towards the door. "Leave."
She does without a look back or even gathering up her robe.
What the hell just happened?