Mating Season (closed for Armphid)

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint Loup was at the end of his rope. It had been a year since he started as an executive assistant at Reinhardt, Rogan, and Swain. His first few months at the midsized law firm hadn't been terrible, but of course most of his time was spent in training, which was easy for someone who actually had a law degree and passed the bar. He was over qualified for the position but Toussaint wasn't in a position to be choosy about his employment. Werewolves don't have the luxury, especially purebreds.

His father insisted that he was delusional for ever thinking he could lead a normal life. Having fled his native Haiti in his teens after his own family was slaughtered, Frantz Loup knew well the troubles his son would face once he came of age and didn't hide the truth from him. "The only way to survive is to live in the shadows TouTou. Stay out of the limelight." But of course young Toussaint wanted to live the American Dream. Unlike his father, he played sports in high school, taking full advantage of his 6'4" 230 lb frame on the soccer field and the basketball court. His senior year saw him at the McDonald's All-American game and heavily recruited at several Division-I universities. It was unfortunate that one of those recruiting trips fell on his 18th birthday, and a full moon.

His father implored him not to go but Toussaint was young and naïve to the moon's sway over his being, mostly because he had yet to feel the full force of it. All that weekend, he was manic. Hackles raised. Muscles tight. Having gone through the change before, Toussaint recognized the signs and did his best to keep himself contained. But it was different this time, more intense. By the time the sun began to set, he had a full beard to go with the thick tuft of hair that coated his torso. There was a party and he knew he shouldn't have gone. The school itself was in a rural area surrounded by acres of woods that offered the perfect escape. His plan was to go to the party and disappear when the time was right, but that proved more difficult than he anticipated with his new buddies throwing women at him in the hopes of luring him to their campus. It all happened so fast. One minute he was talking to a young lady and the next some guy claiming to be her boyfriend was in his face. On any other night he could have easily defused the confrontation but this wasn't any other night. Before he could stop himself, his hand was around the guy's throat and Toussaint was hoisting him into the air. Granted the guy was only about an inch taller than him, maybe 20 pounds heavier, but still, he shouldn't been able to pick him up and toss him through a wall like a rag doll. His eyes had already changed to bright yellow orbs before he made a run for it. Nose and mouth became a snout as he crossed the tree line. There was barely enough time to get his clothes off before the change took hold of the rest of his body.

Even if no one witnessed the monster that dwelled inside of him, all the recruitment letters stop after that. He was labeled a troublemaker, a loose cannon, and no one would touch him. Toussaint still had his grades though, and worked his way through community college, state college, and eventually law school. His passing the bar was his greatest triumph but by then he knew that there was zero chance for him to register. That would require him putting down roots somewhere, being a part of a community and that was something he knew he just couldn't do.

The older he got the less control he had. His father told him it came from a lack of balance in his life, balance that only a mate could provide. "You can't be a lone wolf all your life TouTou." That was easier said than done, when you avoided dating anyone for more than a month at a time. Given his attempt to live a normal life, Toussaint avoided the "supernatural" scene. Female weres of every species tended to be overly aggressive about settling down and the fangirls just wanted to get tossed around. And if he were being honest, Toussaint wasn't entirely sure he wanted a woman anyway.

That was never more apparent when he got assigned to work under Taylor Swain, the youngest son of one of the partners. Fresh out of school, he thought he knew everything there was to know about being a lawyer and often confused Toussaint's title as executive assistant with gopher bitch. If it wasn't his fourth job in as many years, he would have called it quits immediately. Plus, Toussaint had finally found a place he loved. It was just a double wide trailer in a park on the edge of a nature reserve. Toussaint was pretty sure it was a camp site but that didn't matter to him. It was his and it offered easy access to the outdoors when he needed to get away. There was also a pack that offered Toussaint's wolf a sense of comradery when he needed it. Given that he was a purebred, he was afforded alpha status during those times when he joined their runs.

But no amount of running would allow him to shake the charge he felt when in the presence of his boss. Aside from his condescending demeanor and entitled air, Taylor Swain struck a cord in his loins that he couldn't deny. Whether he was gay or not didn't matter to Toussaint, he had to have him. He would have him, however he wanted, whenever he wanted. He knew exactly where to go to get what he needed, he knew it would cost him but he was willing to pay anything to get Taylor under him.

There was a sorceress who masqueraded as a fortune teller/performance artist for the humans. To them she was Madame Zelda but to those who know her true nature she was Xenoria Kal-Daran, a 500 year old specialist in the dark arts who occasionally dabbled in the light. After one particularly exhausting day Toussaint paid her shop a visit with a live crow, a bushel of crab apples, and a bouquet of white oleander as appeasement, and she sent him away with a list. A tooth, a deposit of his seed, a few strands of hair, and a vial of his saliva, all to be obtained from his wolf under the full moon, only then could she concoct the potion that would give him the power he needed. He was back at her shop three days later and that night she produced an ounce of syrupy sweet liquid as thick as molasses and the same ruddy color of his pelt.

"You need but a drop," she told him as she handed it over, but she wouldn't let the vial go until he repeated it.

"Only a drop," he said and hurried out the door. "Is he going to die if I give him more?"

"Not death but you may end up with more than you bargained for," she offered by way of warning but all Toussaint heard was he wouldn't accidently kill his boss. That was all he needed to know before he dumped the entire vial into Taylor's triple mocha grande half caf nonfat cappuccino the next morning.

Toussaint barely slept that night and made it into work early the next morning to do just that. He couldn't hold his grin as he stepped into that spacious office and sauntered up to the desk with the overly complicated coffee in his hand.

"Your coffee sir," he said quietly as he placed the paper cup on the coaster at the front of Taylor's desk. "You have meetings all day so you better drink up."

 

[Armphid]

Taylor Swain was already in his office, finishing up a few items for the day ahead and for his next court date. An attorney at his age, only 24, and fresh out of law school should not have had an office, let alone one this size. But there were perks to being one of the partner's sons. He liked it but also wanted to be sure he was worth it, so he stayed late a lot of nights and came in early most mornings. People could say he was entitled, condescending, and presumptuous but even his harshest critics (who were still very quiet about it) admitted he worked hard.

His eyebrows went up when the tall, brawny Toussaint came into his office. While plenty of people came in early, Taylor rarely noticed them. The young lawyer's attention focused inward most of the time. "Hey, Toussaint, my man! I'm surprised to see you this early." He glanced at the coffee, "Thanks. I've got you pretty well trained now, huh?"

Taylor took the lid off the coffee to let it cool a little. Taylor stood up from his desk and came around to the front, leaning against it, "So I found this neat case file last night while I was going through research for the Briefs case." Even if he hadn't been leaning back against his desk he would have been shorter that the black man, his 5' 10" height giving Toussaint a six inch advantage. The slightly older man probably had 50 pounds of muscle on him too. He had a lean build that he kept in solid shape swimming, biking, hiking, and running; his body under his gray suit toned and lightly defined. His skin was a creamy peachy shade that tended to burn before it tanned, his English ancestry showing in that way. His hair was in a simple, conservative short cut, parted on the left, and was a red brown auburn hue. Green eyes gleamed with intellect but also with pride as he talked about the curious case he'd read over. He was handsome but with fine features that made many dismiss him as a pretty boy. Almost in contrast to that were his lips, lush and plump, what had been described before as 'dick sucking lips' by his last girlfriend and a fee of his frat brothers after they'd had a few.

Taylor liked Toussaint but he always felt...strange around him. Not quite uneasy but not comfortable either. He had a vague feeling of danger, rather like a young colt who had sensed a predator may be near but hadn't seen anything. Part of it was that the other man physically intimidated him a little; the guy was a beast! But he was also aware that Toussaint was smart and talented too. He also had an...animal magnetism, for lack of a better word. After he'd started here and Toussaint had started working as his assistant, Taylor had developed an interest in interracial porn. But that had nothing to do with Toussaint, no way. It had just caught his eye.

"Anyway," he shrugged after having gone on for about five minutes, "it doesn't have anything to do with the case, but it was interesting.". Taylor picked up the coffee and took a sip. "A little cool, but eh, it's hot out anyway. No big." It tasted slightly different than normal. Not in a bad way. He took a few deeper drinks, draining a good amount. "It tastes different...you made sure they made it right?"

The young hotshot shrugged again, "Not that it matters, I guess. You're right, this is exactly what I need." He went back behind his desk, finishing the rest of the beverage as he did do. Huh...had someone messed with the thermostat? He felt warm all of a sudden. Taylor blinked owlishly a few times, "Man...feeling a little...I don't even know what." He shook his head, "Anyway. What's up first?"

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint grit his teeth at Taylor's jib, implying that he was some kind of servant. As a Black man in the corporate world it was a common enough misstep but Toussaint was in no position to correct it, at least not at the moment. All he could do was listen to Taylor drone on about his latest discovery. The kid had a lot to learn as far as the actual practicing of law, but again, Toussaint wasn't in the position to tell him that the interesting tidbit he had been going on and on about was actually a well known legal precedent that any experienced trial lawyer would know. Hell most paralegals would have recognized the complicated language of the loophole but he was just an assistant. His opinion didn't matter, so he kept his mouth shut.

Even when Taylor made a passing complaint about the temperature of his coffee, Toussaint did nothing but flare his nostrils and draw in a heavy breath that swelled his chest only momentarily. And the self absorbed little prick didn't even notice as he took a long sip of the tainted liquid.

"It tastes different...you made sure they made it right?" Toussaint opened his mouth to give his rehearsed explanation of needing to go to a different coffee shop but Taylor didn't give him a chance to voice it. "Not that it matters, I guess. You're right, this is exactly what I need."

Toussaint watched with barely contained glee as Taylor took healthy sips of his dosed coffee, a smile playing at the corners of his full lips. The change was almost immediate. Color flared up on his otherwise unblemished skin and his eyes took on an almost glassy sheen. Something was happening, Toussaint was sure of it but still he had to test the theory. He glanced at the clock before he turned and sauntered over to the door, closed and locked it before he did something he never did in Taylor's presence. Toussaint came around his desk, casually clearing space on the edge for him to lean, all the while keeping his eyes on Taylor. Specifically the color rising in his face.

"Your first meeting isn't until ten with the Berkley's but I think you might be indisposed. No worries though, it's just a consultation that one of your associates could handle while you and I get to know each other a little bit," he said coolly as he loosened his tie and undid the top button, further exposing his thick neck and overlarge Adam's apple. And still he never took his eyes off Taylor, even as he slowly rolled up his sleeved and crossed his brawny arms. "We've been together now, what? Four months? And we barely know anything about each other. How about we start with what we really think about each other? Full disclosure. Complete honesty, that way we start on the same page. You look nervous Taylor...you shouldn't be. I have those most to lose here right, given who your father is. I'll even go first so there's no question of just how honest I want you to be, okay," he said with a grin as he lean forward and tussled Taylor's well-coiffed hair. Toussaint took a deep breath as he leaned back, crossing his arms again and said, "Truth be told Taylor, I think your a self-absorbed, entitled prick. Sure you stay late and come in early but still you look down on everybody who you deem beneath you, even if their experience alone is worthy of your respect. Your condescending to your colleagues and your clients, and if it weren't for your last name you wouldn't have either. You talk at me every day Taylor and I bet you don't even know my last name. A few weeks ago, I offered to translate at your meeting with the Deschamps only to be waved off and dismissed like I'm some kind of nobody. When you walked into that conference room with your nose up in the air like you're God's gift to litigation, fifteen minutes late I might add, did you even notice that I was talking to them...in FRENCH?! Saviez-vous que fut ma première langue? Ou vous étiez trop occupé, même à lire mes lettres de créance? (Did you even know that was my first language? Or were you too busy to even read my credentials) You made yourself look like a fool in front of those people and lost the firm a quarter of a million dollar client because you couldn't fathom your assistant being more knowledgeable than you. If it wasn't for your last name you would have been out of here a long time ago. You're an embarrassment Taylor Swain," Toussaint said, leaning in close, his broad nose almost touching Taylor delicate face. His heart was pumping a mile a minute and deep down he knew his tirade was a risky one but he'd gone too far to stop now. "But that's nothing to be ashamed of, own it and learn from it. Or you'll never be anything more than your father's useless son."

Toussaint was nearly breathless as he finished his tirade. He felt as though a weight had been lifted off his chest. Adrenaline pumped hard through his veins, forcing subtle changes to his appearance that he hoped Taylor wouldn't notice since they were basically nose to nose. The whites of his eyes turned a vibrant shade of yellow, looking almost gold against deep black irises encasing oblong pupils. The hair on his arms thickened and extended down to the second knuckle of his thick fingers. Had he not been making fists at the moment, claws would have replaced his manicured fingernails, and it took every ounce of control not to allow his jaw to shift into a snout. Then there was the bulge that threatened to bust through the fly of his otherwise pristine blue slacks. In the silence, his enhanced hear picked up the sound of his zipper struggling to stay close, the subtle pop of thread snapping under the pressure of his immense erection.

But still he held his position, even licked is lips as he held Taylor's gaze. "Your turn," he said quietly, almost baiting him to say anything untoward.

 

[Armphid]

Taylor blinked his eyes slowly a few more times as his assistant locked the door and then came around his desk. What was he doing? He never...he was so close. God, he looked even taller this close. Especially since Taylor was still seated.

His heart was beating faster as Toussaint undid his tie, the shirt button, rolled up his sleeves. He felt suddenly both afraid and drawn in; part of his mind was yelling at him to stand up and leave now, to get away from this predator, this alpha but he felt like he was rooted to the spot.

"I...I suppose we can-h-hey!" When Toussaint ruffled his hair with one strong hand, it was all he could do not to rub his head against it. What...what the hell was going on? Then the tall dark man began to speak his piece.

Taylor blanched as the diatribe went on. His eyes were wide and despite the slightly glazed look were sharply alert beneath it. He drew in a sharp breath at the man's accusation that he wouldn't be anything, have any clients or colleagues without his name. But it went on. He felt anger and shame in equal measure roiling in him. Was he really that bad? Several times he wanted to say something, to interrupt, but his mouth refused to obey. He could not interrupt the speech of the powerful man looming over him.

Their faces were only inches apart when Toussaint finished. Taylor's pulse was racing, his chest rising and falling noticeably, his face flushed. God, he felt humiliated and furious but...but also...he was half hard in his pants. Why? There was a smell in his nose now; strong, manly, musky. It smelled good...so good.

Taylor shook his head slightly, focusing on the other man's words. His turn. "You...you can't say I'm an embarrassment and then say it's nothing to be ashamed of. It is. I am ashamed." Was he trembling? He hoped not. "I didn't know you spoke French in that meeting, and I know I screwed up by being late. I was an idiot." What was he saying? He didn't want to say any of this! But it was true. "I am arrogant and I do condescend but I don't know how else to act and if I'm not confident, they'll eat me alive! You can't be weak or uncertain and be a lawyer, Dad always says that!" Completely honest, Toussaint had said. "But I'm not useless! I'm more than just my father's son! I've won cases and brought money to the firm, and even if I did it with your help, I still did it!" He swallowed nervously but held the fiery gaze of the alpha male. "If you hate me that much, then I can assign you to someone else so you don't have to work with me."

That was more like it! Taylor stood up from his chair, taking a half step back. He wanted to leave it there and march from the room but once again, his body would not obey. He had been told to say what he thought of Toussaint. "But I don't want you to be with someone else," he said. Oh, God! "I do know your last name, Toussaint Loup. And I think...that you're stronger than me, tougher than me, more experienced than me. You're smart, you're savvy. I...I should be YOUR assistant, and this office should be yours." He was trembling a little now. He could feel the next words coming and tried to keep them from tumbling from his lips but they burst free regardless, "You're so manly! So masculine and strong and...and sexy. I...I've started watching interracial porn because of you, because I wondered if what people said was true, and I wanted to imagine...you. You intimidate me and scare me...because you're better than I am in every way and because you make me feel desire for you, for a black man, for black...cock," the word was almost dragged out of him. "And I don't know how to handle it."

 

[Pound4Pound]

He asked for honesty and that's exactly what Toussaint got, but still he was surprised at quickly it all happened. It was obvious, even as he told all his deepest secrets, that Taylor was conflicted about all he divulged. And he was completely aware of the fact that his will had been bent, he just didn't know the source. None of that matter to Toussaint, all that matter was that it worked.

'Better than I thought,' came to his mind as he noticed the pathetic tent in Taylor's pants. He never expected to get this sort of reaction from him, nor did Toussaint suspect that while Taylor was sending his body into a mating frenzy that he was having a similar effect on him. The fact that Taylor Swain had a crush on him was the most delightful revelation of the morning and Toussaint couldn't hold his grin.

"Sit," he said, his voice taking on the powerful, gravelly tone that came when he took on half form and Taylor jumped to follow his command. "Not there pretty boy. You said it yourself. This should be my desk right," he said with a wink then waved his hand at one of the chairs on the other side of the desk before he picked up the phone. "Keep your mouth shut while I make a few calls," he added as afterthought before he began to dial.

His first call was to the receptionist, Maddie, an adorable little blonde single mother who was the first person to invite Toussaint to lunch during his first week at the firm. She wasn't a flirt by any means, just friendly and willing to help a fellow bottom rung employee when she could.

"Yes Mr. Swain," was her professional greeting and Toussaint put the call on speaker, then held his finger to his lips.

"Hey Maddie you can relax it's just me..."

"Oh thank God I'm not in the mood for that little shit today," she said and Toussaint could almost hear her rolling her eyes. "What can I do for you honey?"

"Well it seems young Mr. Swain has double booked himself..."

"Again, when's he going to realize there's a reason why assistants make appointments."

"I know tell me about it," was his quick reply with a poignant look at Taylor. "Here I am cleaning up his mess again. With the help of the worlds best receptionist of course..."

"Flattery will get you everywhere with me honey. What do you need?"

"I know Stan has free time this morning, would you mind sliding Taylor's 10 o'clock to him and let the partners know that Taylor's going to be out of the office so he might miss their lunch meeting."

"Bleakers to Stan at 10 and cancel the partner's lunch...crisis averted."

"You're a lifesaver Maddie. Lunch on me tomorrow?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Tell Remy I said hey."

"Will do, soccer's starting up next week and he can't wait to show off the moves you taught him."

"Awesome, email me his game schedule would you?"

"Will do. Later TouTou," she said before the call disconnected.

"See what happens when you're nice to people Taylor?" he said with a smug grin as he stood and made his way around the desk to stand over the quivering little man with the pretty mouth he desperately wanted to force is cock against.

Toussaint moved in close, fist on his hips, his bulge inches from Taylor's face. "Now that your morning's clear, let's see what we can do about those deep dark secrets of yours, shall we? I think you said something about not knowing how to handle a Black cock. Well there's a mean 11 inches ready for you right here ready to teach you all you need to know. Which begs the question Taylor, what are you willing to do to get it?"

 

[Armphid]

Taylor was blushing deeply as he walked around the desk to sit in one of the chairs there, usually occupied by someone who'd come to speak to him. He felt a surge of shame and frustration at being forced to sit as the supplicant in his own office. But his body moved to obey the tall black man without hesitation, even as his mind and heart tried to rebel.

He opened his mouth to speak but an order from Toussaint made him shut it before a single word could escape his lips. His eyes went wide and then narrowed as he simmered in resentment. This was his office now, and he didn't deserve this kind of treatment! But no matter how hard he thought it, his mouth refused to say the words.

The young lawyer looked honestly shocked as Maddie called him a "little shit" on the line with Toussaint. She...but she was always nice. And he was nice to her! Wasn't he? Why would she think he was like that? He listened in stunned silence as she and Toussaint talked like friends. Like lovers? It wouldn't surprise him if Toussaint had fucked her; he was manly enough that he could have any woman he wanted.

He stared up at his assistant, now his captor, as the athletic man came around the desk to stand in front of him. That smell was in his nose again and he felt his pulse increasing in response to it. What...what was that? Why couldn't he talk during the call? His eyes flicked down to the bulge that was almost in his face. God. God, it looked like his cock was about to just rip the fabric apart! Could it be that big? That strong?

At Toussaint's question, he felt suddenly free to speak. He intended to say that he'd be leaving and use his free morning to find his assistant another place in the company, but he couldn't. He tried but no words came out. Finally, he shook his head, feeling compelled, forced almost, to answer the question, "I don't know what you want me to do. But...but I'll do it. Anything you want me to do, to say. Anywhere you want me to go, I'll do. I...I can't resist you. I'll do anything, Toussaint."

His voice wavered at the end of the last sentence, not quite cracking. Why was he saying these things? He felt them, they were true. But he didn't want to say them, didn't want to face them. So why?

 

[Pound4Pound]

The little whimper, the slight tremble in his voice. It was all music to Toussaint's ears and his lips spread in a wide grin as he cast his yellow eyes down at his prey. "I'm pretty sure you realize you don't have a choice any more now don't you Taylor," he said and ran his thumb along the young man's supple lips. It was taking every ounce of restraint in his body not to tear his clothes off, throw Taylor down and rut.

The office wasn't the place for that, though, not in the middle of the morning anyway. But that didn't mean he couldn't continue the teasing. An idea flashed into his mind and he slipped his thick thumb between those lips. His other hand went to the top of his head, grabbing the length at the root. He didn't pull, but held it securely in his fist. Granted it was completely unnecessary but Toussaint wanted Taylor to understand that he was in charge.

"You can start by undoing my pants," he nearly growled at him as he slowly worked his thumb in and out of Taylor's mouth. "They're getting pretty uncomfortable now with you being so...pleasant all of a sudden."

 

[Armphid]

The younger white man shivered at Toussaint's confident words and then the feel of his thumb running over his lips. Oh, fuck! Why did that make him want to kiss it? To take it into his mouth and suck on it? "Even if I wanted to, no choice," he answered. "I can't resist you."

It seemed the larger man had the same idea. He forced it into Taylor's mouth, the auburn haired young man's eyes widening and then wincing as Toussaint took hold of his hair in his firm grip.

Taylor felt a thrill of arousal and shame both as the thumb started to move in and out of his mouth. His lips pressed to it, embracing it as it mimicked fucking his face. The growling, almost snarled words that came next made him groan, the sound muffled by the digit in his mouth.

He didn't, he shouldn't! But his hands moved of their own accord and he knew in his heart that he wanted this. Wanted to obey, wanted to see Toussaint's cock for himself. His own was rock hard in his pants, tenting them, and no doubt his boxers were starting to have a dark spot from his pre.

His pale hands moved to Toussaint's belt and fumbled a moment before unbuckling it. Taylor looked up at the powerful man's commanding visage as he pulled the belt open and then moved his hands to the button and the zipper. Oh. Oh, God. This...this was really happening. His eyes went down to lock on the space in front of him; on that massive bulge. He undid the button and then pulled the zipper down, moving to hook the waist of his dominant's slacks and tug them down...

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint watched with barely contained glee as Taylor began to truly suck his finger. He had to be enjoying it, regardless of the potion, Toussaint could have sworn her heard him moan as he reached for his belt.

He got his confirmation when Taylor took his instructions a step further and went to pull his pant down. Toussaint gave his hair a hard yank and pulled his thumb out of his mouth to give him a not so gentle slap across the face. "Look at the eager beaver," he said with a chuckle and swatted his hands away. "Nobody said anything about taking them off. That's one of your biggest problems Taylor. You're so busy thinking ahead that you can't follow simple directions. Now let's try this again. With one hand, reach into my boxers and pull my dick through the piss flap."

 

[Armphid]

"Guh!" Taylor's head turned to the side from the force of the slap. It was so much stronger than it seemed like it should be! He blinked a few times, a few sparkles of light in his eyes for a few seconds. "I was doing what I thought you wanted," he said but he knew it was pointless. Whatever Toussaint decided was right was right.

He nodded, "Yes, yes...sir." Taylor shivered and slipped his right hand into the towering dark skinned man's boxers and gasped as his hand came into contact with a thick and pulsing rod. Oh. Oh, fuck! It felt so big! So thick his fingers could barely touch around it!

Taylor's breathing was heavier and his eyes went wide as he pulled Toussaint's manhood out through the slit. "Oh. My. God." It was...it was just..."so big...oh, my God. So big, so strong looking..."

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint shoved his thumb back in Taylor's mouth to shut him up, but let go his hair to give his veiny 11 inches a few strokes to get it to full mast before he reach down to heft his heavy balls the size of lemons from his shorts. He smiled down at Taylor's wide eyed glare, all the while working his thumb between those lush lips.

"Another problem, you talk too much. It's like you love the sound of your own voice. Well I've got news for you pretty boy, that shit is grating...as...fuck," he said, leaning in at the last and forcing his thumb to the back of Taylor's throat. "So fucking whiny...like a little bitch. Is that what you are Taylor? A little bitch for big Black cock?"

 

[Armphid]

He almost gagged as Toussaint's thumb was shoved into his mouth. He felt a moment of consternation; he'd done what he had been told to do! Why was he being treated like this? His pique faded as the muscular black man pulled his huge, heavy balls out of his boxers. Holy fuck! They were giant! How much would he cum?

Taylor looked up as his tormentor told him how annoying it was that he talked too much. He wanted to speak, to say that of course he liked to talk, he was a lawyer! Talking in court, talking to clients, talking to officials and judges, it was all part of the job! And he didn't whine, damn it!

He did gag when the thumb was pushed into and against the back of his mouth. His eyes were watering but his lips stayed sealed around the invading digit. At Tousssint's question, he hesitated. Was he supposed to answer? But Toussaint's thumb was still in his mouth and he'd just said Taylor's voice was grating. So he shouldn't. But he's asked him a question. Taylor's eyes fluttered and he felt a sudden pain at the base of his skull. He had to answer Toussaint! But he couldn't!

The pain was steadily increasing, accompanied by a feeling of pressure. He nodded and tried to give an affirmative, hoping that would suffice for whatever was happening to him.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint couldn't help the growl that rumbled out of his chest when he saw that nod and he slipped his thumb out of Taylor's mouth to cradle his head in both hands. "I love it when a bitch knows his place," he said, not meaning to out loud before he pulled Taylor's face to his crotch.

Without using his hands, Toussaint situated his cock so the length was pressed firmly against his face, with Taylor's nose buried where is shaft met his balls. "Breath deep bitch...mmmm soak that shit in...that's what a real man smells like," he groaned as his hips slowly rocked back and forth, humping against Taylor's face. He was in complete control now, Toussaint had no doubt and that turned him on more than if his cock was actually in his mouth. So much so that pre ran out of his tip like a faucet, coating Taylor's messed hair and sloping forehead.

"Fuck bitch I need to cum," he said absently as he grabbed Taylor's jaw in his fist, holding his mouth open. Toussaint stepped back, dragging his tip down his face until it rest on those pouty lips. He grabbed his thick shaft in the other hand and smiled as he began fisting his cock with his tip rest against Taylor's open mouth. "I know you want to suck it bitch but you don't deserve it yet," he grunted, his hand moving rapidly up and down his shaft. "But you're going to take this nut...and swallow...every drop...you hear me...bitch..." He trailed off in a growl as the first shot blasted across Taylor's delicate nose. The next volley's were more controlled as Toussaint took long deep breaths, willing his wolf away as he watched the rest of his load drop into Taylor's open mouth.

"Taste good don't it bitch," he said with a grunt, as the hair on his face and arms slowly receded. In a few blinks, his eyes went from golden yellow orbs back to the deep brown Taylor was used to as Toussaint let go his face to right his clothes. "Get cleaned up. You're taking me out for a long lunch." With that, Toussaint head for the door. But he stopped short of leaving and said, "And should have to tell you but just to be sure, it'll probably be best if you not mention this to anybody. Be setting a bad precedent if anybody knew I owned you now." Toussaint shot him a wink before he headed out of his office, closing the door behind him and went back to his own desk. He would have liked to stay behind the big desk but he had some work to do before they headed out for the day, and none of it had anything to do with the firm.

The first thing he did was log into Taylor's private network to do some shopping. It was only to be used for casework but Toussaint knew that everybody used it for personal needs. And just as he suspected, Taylor had all his credit card information stored in the autofill database, making his next task that much easier. He quickly made his way to his favorite adult site and dug into the toy section. His needs were simple. A ball gag. A set of butt plugs. A collar. A leash. He didn't do much browsing and in a matter of minutes, it was all in the cart and headed to Taylor's place. After shutting down the private network, Toussaint called into Taylor's office using the intercom so he didn't have a choice whether or not to answer.

"Mr. Swain, you're credit card company is going to call you in a couple minutes. Tell them the purchase is yours and to put it through. And don't forget lunch is in 20 and you promised to drive."

 

[Armphid]

The pain and pressure in his head vanished at Toussaint's approving, growled words. What was happening to him? That, none of this, made any sense! It was so humiliating but, but also so hot! Being called "bitch" like that sent fresh pulses of shame and humiliation through him but also made his prick jump and sent a greater wave of whorish pleasure through him.

Why did he like that? He should hate it!

But he didn't. Taylor inhaled deeply of the scent of Toussaint's cock and balls, filling his nose and his lungs with it. God, he smelled good! Manly, musky, virile. This was what he had smelled earlier, only far stronger. He almost put his tongue out to lick the majestic shaft and heavy sack but he hadn't been told to. He didn't want to disobey. He could feel hot, sticky pre cum on his forehead and in his hair. But that was just a prelude to the main event.

Taylor was disgusted and ashamed but he did want to duck the bug black cock sitting in his lips, aimed at his face. He wanted to protest but Tousssint didn't like him talking, so he couldn't. His eyes fixed on the swollen head and widened when the slit dilated. He let out a groan as the first blast of hit, greasy spunk splashed across his face. His open mouth took the rest of it and it tasted...wild, rich, salty. He'd once tasted his own cum out of curiosity and it had been bitter and nasty. But this was different. The white young man felt and tasted jet after jet of jizz spurt into his open mouth. His throat worked, swallowing and drinking it down, feeling the thick seed sliding down his chest to his stomach.

God, he should hate it. Part of him did. The rest of him loved it.

The mussed young lawyer nodded his acknowledgment of Tousssint's orders. But it was unnecessary. Part of him did want to call and tell someone about it, find someone to help him, to save him. But who? And what would he say? That he let his assistant grind off on his face and had a bellyful of his cum? Because he had let it happen. He tried to make himself stop it or protest, cry out for help, but he just could not do it. How could this have happened? It didn't make any sense.

He got the towel and bottle of water out of his gym bag and cleaned himself up as best he could, re-combing his hair. Of course, it had some of the brawny man's pre in it that he couldn't get out, serving as a kind of hair gel almost. Fuck, what if someone smelled it and knew what it was?

Taylor sat down in front of his desk and put his head in his hands. He wanted to go sit in his chair...but he couldn't. Toussaint had said it should be his chair now. And that made no sense at all! This automatic mental and physical obedience...where had it come from?

In interracial porn, there was a trope that white people were "naturally made" to obey strong black people...but that was just a trope. It wasn't true. History showed that. So what was it? No one was that much of an alpha male, no matter what his father would say. Taylor lifted his head and his face was serious and severe. This had all started after drinking his coffee. Coffee that Toussaint had brought in without being asked. There was something in it. It had tasted different. Toussaint had been all smiles bringing it in.

But what was in it? He was prosecuting two civil suits right now for women who had been roofied. As such, he'd read up on the drugs used for such detestable acts and one of them could do what was happening to him now. He half smiled, one of those cases was pro bono. It would probably surprise a lot of people that he would care about this issue, or anything other than himself. Would Toussaint like it? He wouldn't care. He'd decided Taylor was useless. An embarrassment.

He sniffed, suddenly feeling a surge of despair. Everyone hated him, didn't they?

Taylor shook his head. None of that factored into what had been in his coffee. Just then, the intercom buzzed and Toussaint's voice came through. Now he was buying things with Taylor's money? His hands clenched into fists but all he could say was, "Yes, Mr Loup. I'll be ready on time." He wanted to say more but found his mouth again refusing to respond. Toussaint thought he talked too much.

The call from the credit card company was mortifying. But he approved the purchases and confirmed his address for shipping. His hand trembled slightly as he ended the call. Why those things? What did Toussaint have planned for him?

He pulled on his suit jacket and got everything in his office set up for after lunch, assuming there was an after lunch in the office for him. He walked out and closed the door, heading to Toussaint's desk with two minutes to spare. "I'm ready to go when you are," he said. His voice didn't waver but his eyes were afraid and excited at the same time.

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint heard Taylor come out of his office and smiled as the defeated little man presented himself at his desk. His powerful scent still lingered but it was faint enough that no human would recognize it. If they encountered another wolf though, there would be no mistaking that Taylor in fact belonged to him. He took his time standing and gathering his phone and keys before he gave Taylor a firm slap on the back.

"Ready boss," he said with a smirk, leading the way to the elevators. Toussaint stopped at Maddie's desk to feed her a story about meeting with a potential client, all the while fixing his tie before he tapped the call button.

The doors opened and Toussaint was delight to find that it was empty. "After you, sir," he said with a smirk, extending his hand inside the car before following Taylor inside.

With the elevator's monitored, Toussaint resisted the edge to try anything physical aside stepping very close to Taylor so he could feel just how small he was in comparison. "I'm sure you're thinking the worst of me right now, but to be honest, I don't think I could care any less about what you think. I'll let you in on a little secret though. I don't have any plans to ruin you...I mean...don't get me wrong... it's crossed my mind many of times but that wouldn't be any fun. In fact none of this would be any fun if I didn't know that, deep down...I mean really deep down...you weren't absolutely enjoying this. You said it yourself, in your own decidedly longwinded way, that you want to please me. And nothing would please me more than for you to be a better lawyer. A better boss...a better man...so..."

Toussaint stopped short of admitted that he wanted Taylor to be his man, his mate. He still wasn't quite sure how he felt about that or even how it would work. The point of mating was to procreate and no matter how genetically superior he might have been, that wouldn't change the fact that Taylor didn't have a womb for him to plant his seed. That didn't change the intense feelings in his loins whenever the little man flounced his way. Even now as they rode the elevator, Toussaint had the strongest urge to tear his Italian cut suit off his thin body and ravage him.

But that would have to wait, until Taylor was ready to understand the full scope of what Toussaint wanted from him. What he needed.

"Do you understand, and use your words this time. I need to hear it," he said, and for the first time that morning there was a hint of compassion in voice as he shift his eyes down to lock with Taylor's.

 

[Armphid]

Taylor stayed quiet as they walked to and got in the elevator. He gave Maddie a smile as Toussaint spun his story about a long lunch meeting with a client. Had he really been so bad to her? He must have been; he knew, though he couldn't explain how or why, his mind refused to accept that his assistant was anything but honest. Even though he was witnessing him lying to Maddie right now. What had he done? Was it what he said? How he acted?

On the elevator, he looked up as the older black man stepped closer to him. God, he was so big! The height and weight differences was something he'd noticed before but it was so much more obvious now. And intimidating. And appealing.

Fuck, what was happening to him?

The young attorney's eyes were confused as Toussaint spoke but he listened intently. He didn't want to ruin him? What was this then if not some kind of revenge gambit? It was clear Toussaint had some plan for him. And from what he said it was some kind of bizarre improvement project. What did that have in common with making Taylor his bitch? And why he was doing it in the first place?

But he again had that strange certainty that the powerful man was being wholly honest with him. About his intent and about Taylor...liking it. His green eyes met Toussaint's brown ones and he saw a flicker of something there that wasn't disgust or mockery. His voice was also different, not kind exactly, but something approaching it.

His stomach lurched and he felt a warmth in him. Could Toussaint feel something good about him? Even if it was a little, it was important to him.

Taylor swallowed when he was given leave to speak. He had to be honest. "I don't understand how or why. But I understand that you mean what you say. That you want me to be better. I...don't know how to be. But I want to be someone you respect, someone you like. That matters to me." He blushed and wanted to look away but he couldn't. "I'm sorry if I talked too much."

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint smiled at that, genuinely so, again resisting the urge to paw at the smaller man. Instead he offered a simple slap on the back, though he allowed his hand to linger a little longer than necessary before the doors finally opened to the lobby. He'd called for Taylor's car shortly before his young boss came out of his office.

"I know I said you're taking me to lunch but I've had a sudden change of heart," he said quietly as they crossed the lobby. "I think I'd rather a more...intimate...atmosphere."

As they came to the valet desk, Taylor retrieved his keys. Just before they came to his car, Toussaint put out his hand expectantly and Taylor gave him the keys. Whether he hesitated or not was of little consequence to Toussaint, all that mattered was his continued obedience. Behind the wheel, Toussaint went about making the car his for the moment. Adjusting the seat to accommodate his length. Setting the temperature control to his own comfort. Turning the radio to his preferred station. Only when he was completely at ease behind the wheel did he turn on the GPS and set it to "home".

"So you have a choice," he said as he pulled away from the curb. "Chinese or barbeque?"

 

[Armphid]

Taylor didn't really know what to make of the way Toussaint reacted to what he'd said. All of this was confusing and even as it went on, it didn't seem to get any clearer for him. Nevertheless, something about it made him feel more positive about what was happening now. That vague sense of lightness that came from getting something like approval from the powerful black man that he now found himself enthralled with.

His sleek BMW 750i was waiting for them and he handed the keys over without a thought. He thought he caught a questioning look from the valet but he ignored it, the two men getting into the car.

Taylor waited as Toussaint adjusted the car to his liking; it made sense as he was driving, but there was still a feeling of minor aggravation at just how he seemed to take possession of it like that. Of course, he might just fully take possession of the car. If he wanted it, he would give it to him. He knew that.

The question took him somewhat by surprise. But then he glanced at the GPS. They were going to his place? That's what he'd meant by an "intimate setting," wasn't it? He rented a condo only a few miles from the office; he could afford a bigger place in a ritzier area but he wanted to be near work. He wasn't there often but it was comfortable and spacious enough, even when he had his kind of girlfriend over.

"Chinese," he answered first, "though if you know a good barbecue place, I'd try it. I've never really had that I liked but it was always from church socials and that kind of thing."

 

[Pound4Pound]

"Excellent choice, Mr. Swain," Toussaint said as he spun the car around and headed for the interstate. "The best barbeque is outside of the city, so sit tight," he said without explanation.

It was twenty minutes before the pulled off the highway into a less than savory area on the edge of the city. Toussaint had grown up not far from the off ramp, so in a way he was taking Taylor home. The scent of Taylor's anxiety was expected as he wound them around the housing projects and row homes until he parked in front of a rundown stand up diner.

"Don't worry. Nobody'll bother you," he said with a smirk as he cut the engine and took the key. "I hope you have cash though. I wouldn't even run my card here," he added with a chuckle before he threw open his door and nodded for Taylor to get out.

Toussaint didn't wait to see if he followed before he headed to the window to place his usual order. It was basically one of everything and the total was close to $80 by the time he was done. Even with the amount of food, there wasn't much wait time. In less than 10 minutes, the cashier was hefting three paper bags onto the counter. Toussaint began to salivate as soon as he smelled the charred meat and rushed to retrieve the bags before nodding at Taylor to pay.

 

[Armphid]

As they drove to the restaurant, Taylor sat quietly. There was so much he wanted to say but at the same time, he had no idea how to put most of it into words. His green eyes watched Toussaint as he guided the car like he was born to drive it. Was there nothing he couldn't master? The thought was not in aggravation or envy but of a deep admiration and something more that Taylor's active mind shrank away from.

Once they got off the interstate, he began to watch the surroundings instead. He knew, roughly, where they were. And it was not a place he would normally go. In his suit and in his car, it would be an invitation to be mugged or carjacked! As if sensing his nervousness, Toussaint spoke for the first time since he'd picked barbecue as they pulled into a building that seemed to slump against the urban landscape around it; tired and word but still standing.

He kept close to Toussaint and was very aware of many sets of eyes staring at him. Some of them were curious, some were angry, some were jealous, some mocking. He swallowed nervously and tried to ignore the feeling of being watched so intently. The muscular black man clearly was a semi-regular and the cashier seemed to know him. Their order was huge, way more food than the two of them could eat, but he didn't speak up or question it.

When he was given the nod, he stepped up and pulled out his wallet. He did carry some cash on him, usually around a hundred. Lucky he did so. He handed over the bills and the cashier looked him up and down, "You one of those white boys, huh? All right. Here's your change."

He blushed as he took it, "Thank you." He had no idea what to say about the comment about being 'one of those' despite wanting to respond. They went back to the car and were soon underway again, heading back to the interstate, the GPS guiding them to Taylor's condo.

The condo complex wasn't gated and it wasn't really exclusive, but the population there was largely younger professionals, and tended to be white. There were some African-Americans and other minorities but they were fewer than the location of the little complex would indicate in terms of general demographics. As they pulled into the short driveway that was in front of his unit, Taylor looked over at Toussaint. The key to the door was with those for the car, and his other keys. "Would you like me to get the food or I can take the keys and get the door?"

 

[Pound4Pound]

The fact that Taylor still believed he had a choice in any of this was completely laughable but Toussaint kept his mirth to a low rumbling chuckle as he cut the engine of his boss's luxury sedan. He dropped the keys in Taylor's lap with a grin and said, "I'll give you 10 minutes to go inside and impress me with your hospitality. A few pointers...I don't eat out of that styro shit. I only drink two things with my meals, water or beer...no tap and nothing cheap. I'll let you use your imagination for anything else you think I might like...Oh and Taylor, I'd advise you to take that time to inform anybody that might drop in that you'll be indisposed."

With that, Toussaint turned his attention back to the neighborhood, allowing his senses to sweep the area. He put the windows down, allowing the outside air to fill the car and he was surprised when he recognized another wolf in the area. The scent wasn't familiar enough that he might know who it belonged to but there was nothing negative about it. Still precautions needed to be made, so he got out of the car and discreetly made his mark on the four corners of the house. Satisfied that his prize would be protected, Toussaint went back to the car and dialed the office to inform Maddie that he and Taylor would be out of the office for the rest of the day.

There were still 3 minutes left to wait but Toussaint wasn't exactly a patient man and headed for the front door. He didn't barge right in though, instead delivered three warning knocks before he tried the knob.

 

[Armphid]

10 minutes?

Taylor gaped at Toussaint for a few beats before he groaned in frustration. The lawyer pushed his door open and then got the bags of food out of the back seat. He took the steps two at a time and juggled bags and keys while fishing his out to open the door. He rushed inside and glanced around; the lucky thing about working so much was that he didn't use his home too much and it didn't get too messy. That and he paid for a bi-weekly cleaning service.

He bustled into the kitchen and set the bags on the stovetop. "Okay, okay. Hospitality. Dishes. And...a table cloth? The table!" Taylor's dining room table wasn't dirty but it did have a number of law books and notebooks littering the surface. He piled them into a stack and charged up the stairs to set them on his bed, pausing at the linen closet. "Never thought I'd use this. Thanks, Mom." She got him a tablecloth to have in case he 'brought someone nice over' and wanted to look proper. This...didn't quite count but the effort wouldn't hurt.

He dashed down the stairs and threw the cloth onto the table, taking a minute to make sure it was arranged to cover correctly. His table wasn't a large one, maybe 6 feet long, and had four simple chairs. It wasn't fancy or expensive, few of the items in his home were expect for his television, sound system, and both PS4 and XBox One systems.

Taylor got two large dishes out of the cupboards, thankful again that his mother had insisted he got a little actual dinnerware, and set them out at the head of the table and the chair to its' right. Then silverware; a fork, knife, and spoon each.

He glanced at the clock on the wall; another gift from an older relative. 5 minutes. What could Toussaint drink? He had a filter on his kitchen sink for drinking water but it was still from tap. Would that count? It shouldn't; bottled water was just tap water, he knew from a false advertising suit he'd helped defend. But he couldn't risk it. Beer? Did he still have any from when he had a few of his school friends over to watch football two weeks ago?

He opened the fridge and was greeted with the sight of three green bottles. Taylor didn't know if Toussaint would consider this "cheap" or not, but it was all he had. He took out on and took the church key off his fridge, setting both with the plate at the head of the table.

The young lawyer was laying the food out on the table and setting forks or serving spoons in it to use when the door was knocked on three times, hard and loud, making him start. Then the door swung open. Taylor gave Toussaint a look of frustrated concern, "Th-there's still three minutes! I'm mostly done, but..." He sighed, "Please, come in. I've got a cold beer ready for you."

 

[Pound4Pound]

Toussaint smirked at Taylor's frustration and threw up his hands. "No worries little guy," he said as he moved down the hallway. He avoided the dining room at first, doing a lap around the lower level to survey his surroundings. It was a territorial thing that he couldn't shake whenever he went someplace new, made note of exits and rough cost estimates in his head. He was surprised by how simple everything was and told him so. "Well this isn't at all what I was expected," he said as he loosened his tie, then pulled it off all together before he undid the top two buttons on his shirt. "It's nice without being showy...you should be more like this at work," he added with a snort as he finally made his way into the dining room and took a seat at the head of the table.

Toussaint nodded at the chair beside him for Taylor to sit before he went about making his plate. As usual he piled it high with mostly protein. Ribs, brisket, half of a smoked chicken. Had he been dining alone he wouldn't have ordered sides but in the presence of a human, Toussaint put a dollop of potato salad and baked beans on his plate before he shift his eyes to Taylor. Had he been dining alone, he wouldn't have been wearing a shirt either. Being an animal in human skin made meal time particularly messy and Toussaint had ruined many of expensive shirt with his overzealous eating.

He glanced over at Taylor and smiled a little as he sat back and slowly unbuttoned his shirt just enough to pull it over his head, leaving him in his snug white undershirt. It did very little to hide his bulk, the pelt of thick fur on his chest, or the tattoos that covered his arms from shoulder to elbow. An uneducated human would see them as black lines but to a wolf, the intricate pattern swirling pattern told his bloodline. The fact that he wore them on both shoulders marked him as a pureblood.

"So Taylor," he said, grabbing a rib and taking a bite before he continued talking with his mouth full. "Tell me about yourself...and I'm not talking about the shit that on your resume. Your place tells me your not as much of a douchebag as you seem to be in the office."

 

[Armphid]

Taylor couldn't voice his disagreement with that statement. He had to be confident and showy at work, you had to if you wanted to make it into the big time. That's what his father and pretty much all the old guard said; you had to act like you already ran the place so you could be considered to run the place. Was that wrong? Maybe.

God, he was so confused right now.

He watched as Toussaint loaded up his plate with almost all meat. It made some sense, you'd need a lot of protein to maintain all those muscles. He must work out a lot too, to deal with all the fats. The sides seemed put on there almost as an afterthought. His trained mind noted the detail and filed it away for future consideration. He felt a tremor go through him as the dark skinned brute took off his button down and set it aside. God damn it, why did that turn him on? Toussaint was just as brawny as he expected but the chest hair and tattoos were a surprise. Not that he had tattoos, just that they were so extensive. The chest hair was a shocker just because there was so much of it! He associated chest hair with Caucasian descent as a small help against cold but all the black men in the porn he'd watched had a light dusting if they had any at all. But Toussaint had a veritable man pelt!

Before he could ask about it though, Toussaint put a question to him. Taylor couldn't be anything but honest, the earlier instructions made sure of that. And the question was open ended, so he wasn't sure where or when he should stop. "You probably know some of the already. I'm the youngest of three and my father's last hope of one of us succeeding him at the firm. My older brother went into law too but left the firm after a few years for another one. Father calls him a traitor and has disowned him. I keep in touch but try to keep it a secret to avoid a scene with Father." It wasn't directly about him but everyone was shaped by their family. "My older sister is a doctor, Father didn't like it that she didn't go into law but medicine is "acceptable" as a profession so he doesn't give her too much trouble about it. Ever since she started having kids, she's pulled away from us. I think she thinks our family will mess her kids up." He shrugged, "Mother just drinks and screws her personal trainers but she's smart enough to keep it discrete and clean herself up in public. Father doesn't care as long as there are no rumors or scenes; he's got enough clients' daughters and interns on the side." He said it all in a matter of fact tone, as if talking about the weather or something else that simply was.

Taylor let out a brief sigh and shrugged again, "I only have one close friend; Father always said friends are liabilities, that they always want something for free. That friend is my girlfriend, Sandy. We met in college, hit it off, and both recognized the value of having a significant other that we at least liked who was from a good enough family that we wouldn't be hassled about it. We're friends with benefits more than anything. We like each other fine but we're not in love; we both know it helps our careers to have an attractive partner to introduce clients to and to appear at company events." He smiled, "Sandy's great. We don't screw around, except with each other, because it would be damaging to our careers if word got around that either of us cheated."

He looked around the room, "I like music, especially classical and movie soundtracks, that kind of thing. I don't dislike more current music but Father didn't approve so I never got into it. I like the outdoors and used to hike and even go camping but I haven't done any of that since I started law school. I okay video games but don't have much time for them. I play shooters and fighting games because it's expected but I also like RPGs where I can imagine I'm someone else. I watch whatever tv is popular so I can talk about it if a client brings it up, same for sports, though I like watching football and baseball."

Taylor paused, "I can talk more but I know you don't like that. Since your question was open ended, I'm not sure if I should stop or keep going. I'm sorry if I talked too much already."

 

[Pound4Pound]

When a predator encounters wounded prey, their first instinct is to pounce. Lucky for Taylor, Toussaint had a firm grip on his humanity. That didn't mean he felt any sympathy for his pathetic excuse for an existence. As far as Toussaint could see, Taylor had every opportunity to live his own life, regardless of what his father had to say. According to him, his older siblings had already paved the way to do just that, so he didn't have an excuse to be so meek in the way he lived. And pleasing his father wasn't a good enough excuse to be a dickhead.

"So what I'm hearing is you've spent your entire life living under daddy's thumb and now that you're all grown up, you have no clue what it is you really like," he said shaking his head at the last. His plate empty, Toussaint pushed back from the table and stood up. Beer in hand, he moved to the door to make sure it was secure before he moved around the room making sure all the blinds were closed tight. "That's weaksauce Taylor. You have everything. Every opportunity and all the means in the world but you're wasting it all to keep a narcissistic megalomaniac in control. What happens when that girl wants to get married and have babies? You going to bring kids into this world with someone you don't even love...kids who will probably end up as fucked up as you are? I don't blame your sister from keeping her distance. What you describe is a piss poor environment to raise a child and people like your dad look down on people like mine," he scoffed, feeling himself getting angry, but now wasn't the time for that. He already had Taylor right were he wanted him and there was no need to make him feel worse for things that, up until this point he had little control over.

Toussaint went to the living room to clear some space for his next test. He cleared off the coffee table and moved it to the hall before securing Taylor's entertainment center. "I know guys like you Taylor...so unhappy in their own lives that they look down on everybody else to make themselves feel better. Well I got news for you, you're no better than me. Your father is no better than mine because he has money. Shit their almost the same person," he added with a chuckle as he undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. Next he pulled off his undershirt and his boxer briefs, all the while holding Taylor's gaze. "He wanted me to be like him, too but unlike you, I was man enough to follow my own path. Sure it hasn't been easy but he respects me for standing on my own feet and doing what's right for me. It helps that I'm bigger but that's beside the point," he added with a smirk as he waved Taylor over to him.

"Listen to me very carefully," he said, standing stark naked in the middle of Taylor's living room. Toussaint could smell the man's lust as much as he could his own and did nothing to keep his erection in check. "Since you're being such a good sport about all this I figure I can let you in on a little secret...a secret that will remain between you and I. You're going to freak out but try to stay calm and be still," he said taking his head and guiding him towards the sofa.

With that Toussaint took a step back and took in a long deep breath. The first stage of his transformation was always the most painful. The human part of his brain was still very much aware of the shifting and reforming of his body, so much so that Toussaint had to grit his teeth to keep from crying out as his finger lengthened into claw and his nose and mouth shifted to form a short muzzle that was something like a bulldogs. The hair on his chest thickened and grew to connect with his beard while the hair on his arms and legs remained almost unchanged.

"I'm a werewolf," he rasped, his canine jaws making it difficult for him to speak, but he had to tell the kid something before the transformation was complete. "Just relax...I won't hurt you...and don't scream...it makes me edgy. When this is done...I won't be able to talk...but I can understand you just fine...more than I could before," he said with something like a grin on his maw.

Toussaint held Taylor's gaze as he moved into his half form. His 6'4" grew to almost seven feet as his lower leg bones lengthened and feet morphed into paws. The muscles on his already corded arms bulged and shifted, adding more bulk to his broad shoulders as his muzzle became more of a snout to accommodate his elongated teeth and tongue. This was the form he took in a fight and the instincts attached to it were already keying up to recognize the lesser being in his presence so Toussaint didn't hold it for long. Just enough for Taylor to fully realize what he was before he pushed himself to his most primal form.

His spine cracked and vertebrae shifted as a tail sprouted above his fur covered ass. Knees and elbows rotated to accommodate quadrupedal movement and dark brown fur, almost the same color as his skin sprouted along his back and thighs. When it was all said and done, Toussaint went from a 6'4" Haitian-American Adonis to a heavily muscled wolf the size of a lion. His tail wagged back and forth rapidly before he finally sat back on his hind legs to stare at Taylor a moment. The fear was pungent in the air and set his hackles, usually that was a good thing but Toussaint didn't want him to be afraid. He wanted acceptance, to repay Taylor's honesty with a little of his own. He trotted off to the kitchen and reared up onto his hind leg to grab the third beer, bringing it over to Taylor to put in his lap before he lay down on his belly. He stopped short of rolling onto his back, not wanting to give the little man the wrong idea. He was still in charge, after all.

'Drink the beer and don't freak out...Drink the beer and don't freak out...