The sun was blazing overhead as Adam made his way down the street. His clothes, a loose white vest and baggy blue shorts, were not his usual style but his discomfort in wearing something different had soon evaporated in the midafternoon heat. Despite the heat, Adam was too lost in his own thoughts to worry about the sun's rays licking at his exposed skin. His mind was once more back in the woods. Back with the werewolf that had so dominated his thoughts for the last few days. His fingers twitched in anticipation, as if he could reach out and stroke its thick, dark fur.
In all the ways he could have imagined losing his virginity, that had definitely never occurred to him. A memory pleasure sparked deep inside him as he thought about that first time being penetrated. Part of him was still in shock. He'd been fucked by a werewolf. Willingly submitted to the beast and used as an instrument of pleasure. That's not what real men did! And yet part of him was proud. He had taken a werewolf's cock and lived to tell the tale. How many people could say that?
The changes still worried him. Out of fear of spontaneously turning, Adam had called in sick for the last few days. His manager was increasingly getting annoyed with each phone call but what could he do? It was safer for everybody if he remained locked up inside. As each day passed, Adam diligently searched his body for any tell-tale signs. Checking his ears to ensure they remained a human shape and his body for patches of fur. Nothing. His body remained naturally smooth and every time he brushed his blond hair to the side, he saw the same regular human ears. The only things that seemed to be different were his nipples and his balls. He'd discovered just how sensitive they'd become while scrubbing down in the shower after his encounter with the werewolf. One stroke had sent a shiver running down his spine and he'd lost himself in the feeling for the next 10 minutes. Pinching, stroking, and gently twisting his nipples. Sending pulses of pleasure through his body that caused his hole to tighten and dick to twitch. It was after he'd dried off, he first noticed the change to his little berries. They had always been small but now, it was as if they were trying to retreat up and inside his body. He'd dismissed it at first as just the cold air in his bathroom but every time he checked his balls were in the same place. Mocking him and his lack of manhood. For surrendering to that beast and becoming its sissy slut.
Adam shook himself to try to clear his head as he almost missed his destination. His local gym wasn't anything special. In fact, he had barely explored anything beyond the pool. Never had much interest in sports beyond that. An energy had built up inside him since secluding himself in his apartment until he was bouncing off the walls. He had to risk going out. So, he had pulled out his old gym clothes and speedos and headed for the gym in the midafternoon. It was a weekday, and he prayed that meant there wouldn't be anyone around he could harm.
Taking a deep breath, he plunged through the automatic doors and breathed a sigh of relief as the air-conditioned air washed over him.
"Adam?"
The familiar voice finally yanked Adam out of the wolfish thoughts in his head. He glanced over at the desk and his mouth dropped open. Leaning over the other side of the counter, in a tight-fitting black polo shirt, was Enrico.
"I thought that was you loitering outside. How you been, man?"
Adam quickly composed himself and walked up to the counter. "Yeah, uh, yeah I'm good thanks. Been awhile. I didn't realise you worked here."
"New owners." Enrico said, flashing perfect white teeth. "Recently took over this place and brought me on as assistant manager. That was at least a month ago though, and I've never seen you in here before."
"I've been busy," Adam replied, suddenly defensive.
Enrico let out a low chuckle and exited round the side of the desk. He looked good. Dressed all in black with white sneakers, he was the perfect advertisement for the gym. Adam stood still as Enrico moved up behind him and took hold of one of his arms. Adam let out a little gasp at the touch. He was so warm. It was like a spark had passed between them. Adam looked up into the blue eyes of the man towering over him. He let himself go limp and leaned back against Enrico, as he lifted Adam's arm to compare it to his own. Adams' pale arm looked tiny next to Enrico's own ochre arm. It was easily twice as thick as his own.
"How much can you even lift," Enrico teased.
"There's other ways of working out than lifting weights."
He tried to put some mock chagrin into his words but his head was beginning to swim. Enrico's scent now surrounded him and Adam leaned back into him. An overwhelming feeling of being safe and protected by the bigger alpha male filled him up. Adam pressed himself against Enrico's massive frame and gently rocked his hips. The monster within Enrico's shorts stirred.
With a grunt, Enrico released him. Adam spun round to apologise but the words caught in his throat as he recognised fear in Enrico's eyes. It was only there for a fleeting moment before that cool smile and affable demeanour returned, but Adam was sure he saw it.
Oh, fuck. I've done it now. He's going to tell me what a freak I am.
"So, what are you planning on doing?"
It took a moment for those words to reach Adam, he was so prepared for a tirade of insults.
"Huh? Oh, swimming. I'm a swimmer." Adam said, meeting Enrico's gaze. "Or I was anyway. Should probably do it more often."
"A swimmer? Well, that goes a way to explaining how a skinny guy like you has an ass like that."
Adam let out a laugh and blushed at the compliment. "Wow. Thanks man."
"Hey, bros have got to look out for each other, right?"
Adam nodded in agreement. "So how much are the new owners charging for a swim?"
Enrico waved him off. "Don't worry about him. He's kind of a dick anyway. Just go on through."
"Really? Thanks."
Enrico waved him off and Adam headed to where he knew the changing rooms to be. The locker room was completely empty. Music seeped in from the doors to the left. A fast beat that seemed to challenge his heart to speed up. He quickly got out of his sports gear and into his speedos in privacy. After the encounter with Enrico, he was practically hopping on the spot. This must have been what the wolf meant by changes. He needed to expend this energy. He hurriedly shoved his clothes and bag into a locker, battling with the door as the bag tried to slip out at the last moment. The lock clicked and Adam was racing through the doors to the pool.
The minutes passed by as he performed lap after lap but his energy seemed to be unlimited. At one point he thought saw Enrico watching from the observation point but, by the time Adam finished that lap and could take a good look, he was gone. At last, Adam pulled his shaking body out of the pool. He'd been swimming for over an hour now and he marveled at how no one else had joined him. After the claustrophobia of his small apartment, it was good to be out in the world again. Grabbing his towel from the side, he headed back into the changing room and into the showers.
He twisted the faucet and basked in the warmth that was released over him. Ever so slowly, he began to peel down his speedos. In his mind, he was performing for the werewolf once more. He smiled as he imagined the beast's heavy breathing as he teased the material over his cheeks.
