Submitting to the Alpha (Gay Werewolf Erotica)

Daniel is a star college athlete with dozens of trophies and an ego to match. When his dominance is threatened by a mysterious new transfer student, Daniel refuses to swallow his pride and accept defeat. But a chance encounter during a full moon may prove to be more than he bargained for!

This 5,700 word story features reluctant oral, anal, and an alpha-male jock being dominated by a werewolf.

Excerpt:

Against
all of the basic tenants of running he had drilled into himself over
countless practices, Daniel took off at a dead sprint. He nearly slipped
on a loose mound of pine needles, steadying himself against rough tree
bark. Branches batted at him, snagged at his clothes. He scanned the
ground as he ran for any rocks or roots he might stumble over, but it
made little difference. The thing chasing him was larger, and much
faster. It tore through the woods, loping on all fours in a wiry mass of
muscled limbs. All sounds of the wolf's pursuit were dampened by its
padded paws, making it impossible to know how close it was without
looking backward.

Daniel resisted the urge, pressing on until
every fiber of his body burned. This was a different kind of running;
there was no finish line, no cheering crowd. He didn't even know how
deep the woods went.

Soon his breathing grew ragged as black
spots swam across his vision. Bile threatened to rise up in his throat
just before his legs gave out. Collapsing to the ground, he whipped
around for any sign of the beast, but the woods around him were still,
silent save for himself and the steady hum of cicadas in the trees. Pine
needles prickled his bare shins as he sucked in air like a drowning
man. Nevertheless, the corners of Daniel's mouth turned up in a faint
smile. He'd survived.

The smile vanished at the dry snap of a
twig somewhere to the left of him. In an instant the creature towered
over him, saliva dripping from its jaws. Each breath exhaled from its
snout was like a blast of air from an open oven, ruffling Daniel's hair
as he cowered in the dirt. As the wolf's eyes moved over him, Daniel
swore there was a brief spark, some human flicker of recognition beyond
that primal wall. He prayed it wasn't just wishful thinking.

The werewolf--there was no use in denying what it was any longer--made a low growling sound.

"Please," Daniel whimpered. "I'll do whatever you want, I promise, just don't hurt me. I won't tell anybody."

The
beast took another step forward, so that the silver-tipped fur of its
haunches feathered Daniel's cheek. A musky animal scent, the mixture of
earth and sweat, filled his nostrils. Daniel found his eyes drawn to the
dark juncture of the wolf's thighs, where something was steadily rising
up from the center of a densely-furred mound.