You step through the black door, and a bright light instantly blinds you. You stumble about disoriented, as your eye sight slowly returns and you find yourself in a tiny, dirty, one room home, swarming with flies and an overwhelming stench. Dirty clothes are strewn all over the floor, stained with what appeared to be, and smelled like, shit, with more small piles littered all over the floor. You look over and there's a mountain of filthy moldy dishes in the nearby sink, clearly unwashed for sometime. You feel something around your neck, a dog collar. You try to pull it off but it's stuck. You spot a figure sitting on a filthy, worn couch, illuminated by the glow of an old tv.
"Excuse me, sir?" You call out to the figure.
You watch it turn around and you let out a scream, dressed in a yellow-stained tank top is a hulking, black, werewolf, giving you a big toothy grin. "You must be our new cub, here for initiation," he says with a happy growl. "Don't worry you're just gonna have to be my personal slave and do everything I want- not that you have a choice," he says gesturing towards his neck with his clawed hand , "then you can join our pack," he finishes. You try to turn around and escape but the door is mysteriously gone, leaving you just crashing into the dirty, wooden wall. "Get over here," he says in his low growl. You feel your body move on it's own quickly rushing over to fufill his orders. He strokes the top of your head with his large, meaty paw. "Good, now call me Daddy," he says as you feel his large beer can sized cock, press up against your body. "Daddy," you whisper to your master. His snouted face grins from ear to ear, forgoing his words, electing to instead simply point at his next command.