Chapter 1

It was a well-known, respected, and inevitable perversion in our family to lust after a man who’s not your own kin. It usually hit around your sixth or seventh decade, and was a biological urge that the men in our family were encouraged to follow.

For me it happened at the Crown and Eagle, a men’s leather dive hidden away in a rough part of town. I didn’t mess with human men generally, but every once in a while it was nice to get out and be surrounded by the smells of leather and sweat, and check out some good-looking guys. Tonight, the stage was lit and a series of strippers were strutting their stuff. It was a slow night, so I decided to show my support by taking my beer to one of the stool by the stage.

Most of the guys weren’t my type- smooth or shaven chests, clean-shaven faces. Still, I smiled up at them and slipped the occasional bill into a jockstrap or armband.

When a new act showed up though, immediately everything changed. I caught the whiff of his leather jacket permeated with cigar smoke and I couldn’t help myself but to inhale deeply. My unnaturally keen sense of smell picked up the nondescript soap he’d washed with that afternoon, the common but still dizzyingly nice aftershave he’d splashed on the few areas of his neck he’d shaved, and underneath that all the complex array of hormones and pheromones that regular human beings were only aware of on a subconscious level. The combination of smells awakened something in me that I’d never felt before. There it was; a stirring in my cock for the heat of a man who wasn’t my brother, father, nephew, uncle, grandfather, or cousin. Before he came close enough to get a good look at him I already knew I wanted him in the most carnal way. The DJ announced his name as Liam.

Surprisingly, he was older than me- or, more accurately, he looked older than me. He seemed early forties, his skin touched by the sun over enough years to give him wrinkles and a lasting tan. Grey hairs peppered his temples under a rough buzz cut. He may not be any relative of mine- yet- but he already had the look of our clan down pat. Broad shoulders under a tight t-shirt with a rounded belly underneath, framed by leather suspenders holding up battered blue jeans hugging thick thighs. His beard was thick and peppered with gray. Tufts of hair poked out of from the sleeves and collar of his t-shirt, suggesting hairy shoulders and back. He was a beast.

He was a decent dancer, graceful and strong for his size. He noticed me staring, and paid special attention to me. He peeled off his shirt to reveal a leather harness underneath, and tossed the tee-shirt it in my direction. I shamelessly buried my nose in it and enjoyed a deep whiff; everything about his smell was perfect. I knew I had to have him.

Once his pants were off, revealing a studded leather jockstrap underneath, he got down close to me to thrust his crotch in my face. He rubbed my cheek with his leather pouch, letting me feel the heat of him. A pulled a couple of hundreds out of my pocket and slipped them into his jock, showing restraint and keeping my fingers off his cock.

“Hi Liam, I’m James. How much for a lap dance?” I asked.

“For that, I’ll give you one for free,” he said with a smile.

After his dance, he emerged from the performer’s entrance and led me to a chair. He was even better in private than on stage; he knew how to work his pelvis and show himself off. He had decent muscle and was thick with hair, all over his arms and legs, and a little on his upper back. He was strong, but not sculpted like a gym addict.

I could tell he was enjoying grinding his bare ass into my crotch; there was a lot more contact than a typical lap dance. I still behaved myself, keeping my hands off, although it wasn’t easy. He turned to face me and thrust his chest in my face, practically daring me to lean forward and take a lick of his hard nipple.

I could tell by his scent, his heavy breathing, and his touch that he was picking up on the scent of desire I was giving off even though he wasn’t aware of it.

I motioned for him to lean close, and whispered in his ear. The men of our family have an ability to speak in certain barely-audible tones that triggered desire and compliance. I didn’t use it to bend his will, just to encourage it.

“If you’re available tonight, I’m willing to pay well.”

He wasn’t surprised at all; I’d read him accurately.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked.

“I’d like to top you. Probably a few times. You’d spend the night.”

“That wouldn’t be cheap.”

“Would five grand cover it?”

He was caught speechless for a moment. I smiled up at him.

“With tip, of course.”

“That’ll cover it, yeah. When do you want to leave?”

“Go get your clothes on. Let’s get out of here.”

I managed to keep calm the entire drive, though I had to keep my window down to prevent being overwhelmed by the mix of our pheromones again. It was all I could do to keep him off me though; his hands were all over my body, especially my crotch, and at one point he had my zipper down and I could tell he was about to start sucking me on the freeway before I ordered him to back down.

The instant the front door of my house was closed, we were all over each other. I could tell he rarely had to crane his neck so high to kiss another man; I tried to compensate but most of my attention was focused on ramming my tongue between his lips, pushing him back against the wall, ripping his shirt open. The sight of his thick chest hair through the torn fabric was perfect.

He expressed only the barest passing surprise, then stepped towards me again, his dark brown eyes in a frenzy of lust.

“Wait,” I commanded, holding up my palm. In the pause that followed I could hear both of us breathing heavily. We were in the throes of it now, like animals in heat. I wasn’t sure I could really put the brakes on this instinct, but I had to try.

He fell to his knees, his eyes pleading. “Please,” he begged. “Please, sir. Take me.”

“Yes. I will. But first- we have to have a cup of tea.”

We stared at each other for a moment, the suggestion so ridiculous that it eased the mood and we both laughed a bit.

Obediently though, he sat at the kitchen table while I boiled the kettle and made us tea. We would need the energy for what was going to happen next, and we needed the mental break so that I could explain some things to him.

I set his tea down in front of him, then stepped back and opened the kitchen window to let some more fresh air in. I took a deep breath, and it cleared my mind a bit. I was still buzzing with urges and hormones, but I was able to think again. I felt amazed that I was finally going to do this, that my time had finally come. It was happening so fast.

“I have to explain some things to you, but first I have to show you some things that might frighten you a bit.”

He looked bewildered. I could tell he was about to make some joke, probably about taking big cocks before, but then thought better of it. He could see I was serious.

I looked out the window at the moon. It was only about a quarter full, but probably far enough along. I closed my eyes, focused, and turned to look him in the eyes.

I felt the beginnings of the change; I was already well-furred but even more fur was pushing itself out through my skin. I could feel the shape of my body change, becoming longer and thicker and more animal-like. I threw back my head and growled, a sound that no regular human being could ever replicate.

He was terrified. He’d fallen out of his chair, was backing away from me on the floor. My heart broke to see what I’d done to him, but I felt it necessary to show him.

As I returned to my normal appearance, he looked up at me, desperate for reassurance. As terrified as he was, he was still under my spell.

“Sir?”

“Shh, it’s okay,” I said, kneeling down and putting a hand on his cheek. I was relieved to see he let me. In that moment he already looked so much younger, already vulnerable and dependent on me. “I had to show you. I wanted you to know, and I needed you to believe me. I have some things to tell you.”

And so I told him. I told him about legends of werewolves and other cryptids and demi-humans. I told him that they were all just superstitions, but that they referred to something real that human beings had only glimpsed at. I told him about my clan, about my great-grandfather who came to the New World to start a new family, about my grandfather who changed my father, who changed me, about being reborn as a new man, with strange powers and unstoppable urges.