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The untamed werewolf

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Fahen Sergolf

They couldn't keep their hands away, couldn't they? Of course not. That was not an option after weeks of frequent innuendos and sexual tension that wasn't going anywhere. Even Fahen doubted the werewolf would answer to his advances with something more than the regular promise of "fucking your brains out"; working almost two shifts doesn't leave a male with enough time and energy to satiate those needs. That's why it took him by surprise to find him at the alley behind the bar; judging by the passionate kiss that came without warning, Fahen feared he would fuck him raw right there.

But the construction worker had enough decency to stop before his instincts took the reins. Only a kiss was enough to let Fahen know what type of male he was dealing with: a brute, a savage, the asshole that shows little to no interest in his lover, whom he only sees as nothing but a cumdump--exactly what he was hoping for.

And not to mention the reek coming from his massive body. Sweat, beer, oil, and god knows what else. It was normal for those males to smell like that after working under the sun for hours, but the werewolf had a more distinctive musk; the type of smell you can't get rid off no matter how hard you scrub because it's already a natural scent on you. Strong and unique, unbearable for the regular nose but exquisite to him. What a joy it was to smell it straight from the source.

The musk alone turned the ride to his home a torture. Some feet of distance and the threat of an accident kept him from jumping over the growing bulge in his pants, but now that he had the upper hand, the beefy werewolf didn't miss the chance to tease him back, spreading his legs and scratching his crotch and pits just to show Fahen what he was about to enjoy.

That's why Fahen didn't lose a second to jump on his arms the moment he parked in the driveway of the one-story house. Kissing and licking and sniffing as much as he could, the mix of lust and desperation had taken over a horny hybrid that was no longer in control of his actions.

Giggling, the werewolf pushed him away, which only led Fahen to shove his nose under the pit still protected by the red-and-black-stripped flannel shirt, slightly soggy on sweat.

"You're a needy boy, huh?" He said in that raspy voice expected from a male that started and ended each day with a cigar. His right hand reached down for the hybrid's rear after turning the keys, but all Fahen heard was him grumping. "Those damn things are in the way," he muttered, referring to his antlers, then he got off the truck without waiting for his partner.

Fahen followed him. His legs trembled when the massive stud appeared from the driver's side. Even from that distance, he left the 5'7" hybrid in shame.

Fahen was a slender and fragile-looking mix of wolf and segral, attired in a purple Hawaiian shirt with more beer stains than flowers and khaki short pants, a perfect outfit for that summer night. His long limbs gave him an elegant bearing that contrasted with the rough canine face and the fierce look it carried--enough to match the energy coming from the drunkards with whom he dealt each night. And if his fangs and crimson eyes weren't enough, two large and sharp antlers pointing forward gave the last push his words needed.

Of course, none of that worked against the stud threatening to ruin his hole. Everyone called him Zack--who knows if that was his real name--, a werewolf in his early forties standing at a staggering 7'5", enough to shake the ground with each stomp of his mighty paws. The braggy smile of a bully sent the newbies flying away, even when he was a well-known buffoon with enough beer in his system--not an easy thing to achieve. He preferred baggy clothes for comfort, which cleverly hid most of his toned-up muscles, leaving only his brawny arms exposed in his sleeveless shirts. The brownish fur looked greasy, and so did his large mane that fused with the beard. The peculiar yellow eyes landed on his helpless prey while his tongue moved slowly over his upper lip.

"Last chance to escape, kiddo. I'm not responsible for what's gonna happen if you entered that house," he warned, throwing a quick look at the front of a house that had seen better days.

Sheer instinct forced Fahen to step back into the unmown lawn, still wet after a drizzle that fell on the afternoon. His heart skipped a beat, and he threw a look around the neighborhood. He could sense prying eyes staring from the windows of better-looking houses, nothing but old or grumpy neighbors angry or jealous of the strangers Zack probably brought home constantly. The werewolf made sure to let them know he didn't care and had the nerve not only to pull Fahen into a kiss but to rip his shirt off right there, leaving the shreds scattered over the front lawn while he pulled his soon-to-be-fleshlight into the house.

Fahen walked into a pitch-black entrance guided by the giant eating his mouth. After slamming the door closed with his paw, Zack reached for the light switch while Fahen took a moment to appreciate, in the most predatory way possible, the fat bulge that teased him all the way there. It throbbed under his touch, guiding him to the wet spot of pre that had made it through the thick fabric.

Eyes still closed, he caught a flash after the distinctive click turned the lights on. Zack finally gave him a moment of respite, but when Fahen opened his eyes he found himself face to face with his drooling fangs, sharp enough to pierce the skin and break the bone with little effort. And while its aspect terrified him, the adrenaline rush that followed put his entire body to tremble and fueled his lust. The hybrid couldn't but touch them carefully, pressing a finger against the white tip.

Hunched over him, Zack growled deeply. The warm and strong smell of beer and cigars filled Fahen's nose who, in response, got closer to take a deeper breath of his intoxicating breath.

"You know you made a mistake, little slut? I fuck cunts bigger than you. I gonna end up tearing you apart," The werewolf mentioned.

Fahen led his hands forward, following the snout and reaching for the greasy mane. Pointy ears came through it, twitching at the pace of Fahen's heart beating hard against his chest.

"Is that a threat or just a bluff?" The small boy replied challengingly.

"It's a promise," the huge beast ran his tongue across his fangs. His words came out like a whisper that sent shivers down Fahen's spine. "I'm gonna fuck you hard and rough. I'm gonna ruin your hole and make you scream my name. All neighborhood is gonna hear you fucking beg for mercy while I keep seeing my cock pop a bulge in your belly. And when your stupid head can't take it anymore you're gonna beg for more instead."

As he spoke, his claws get rid of the clothes Fahen still had on him, cutting through the fabric like butter. In seconds, the young hybrid was naked and at the mercy of a werewolf big enough to devour him in the act.

But before his lust could do anything else, Zack stepped back and threw the flannel shirt at his face. Fahen watched him walk away, his tail wagging slowly.

"Can I offer you something to drink?" He asked in the most anticlimactic tone possible before disappearing through a door to his left.

"Ah... w-water, please," Fahen replied between huffs.

"Pfff, yeah, I'll get you a beer."

The young hybrid looked at the shirt in his hands. It felt wet and heavy. A primitive instinct made him hold it against his nose, taking as much as he could from that strong and manly scent. He swore Zack wore the same shirt the day before. He wondered when was the last time he washed his clothes.

Still holding to the shirt like a lifebuoy, Fahen made his way into the small living room. The old sofa had seen better days; its once vibrant red cotton had faded to a muted hue, with large stains more visible than the pattern it once had. The armrests had several claw marks deep enough to reveal the wood frame under the fabric. The armchair at its right told a similar story; its cushion sagged deeply in the middle, giving Fahen the idea that was Zack's seat.

The middle table was an absolute mess with beer cans and different brands of food wrappers. The ashtray in the middle had more than a dozen of cigarette butts--some more were dangerously scattered over the brown rug.

Fahen walked by the kitchen's door, not a very fancy one and with room for a small dining table for four. The fridge was open, but no sign of Zack anywhere.

However, before he put a paw over the dirty tiles, the framed pictures on the wall caught his attention. Fahen took a closer look and immediately recognized some of the workers who drank with Zack frequently. There were other faces he didn't recognize, like a short and lazy-looking female he assumed was his wife, considering how close they were. The stud looked so young in that picture, probably taken 20 years ago.

She appeared on a couple more but soon got replaced by a young pup of brown short fur. The series of pictures that came after captured the most important moments of his life with Zack, whose resemblance with the old werewolf made it clear he was his blood. But as the boy grew older--and following the photo of his high school graduation--the father and son bond adopted a more intimate aspect, with Zack's hand moving from the shoulder to the hips accompanied by a sparkle of lust in those fiery yellow eyes.

"Handsome, isn't he?"

Zack appeared abruptly from the kitchen, making Fahen lose his train of thought for a moment. The werewolf came forward with two bottle of beers in his hands.

"That's my Justin. I think he has your age. You're 24, right?"

"28," Fahen corrected him.

"Oh, then he's younger. But he does look older, am I right?"

Fahen took the beer and gave it a sip. The flavor was superior to the trash served at the bar. A peek at the label revealed a brand he didn't know--who would have guessed Zack had good taste?

"I didn't know you were married," Fahen asked, looking back at the pictures on the wall.

"I was. It didn't work. But I kept my boy, which I'm happy for." he replied. His huge hand rested on Fahen's shoulder, the weight alone was enough to intimidate him.

"... does he still lives... with you?"

"No, he went to live with his boyfriend a year ago. But he visits me now and then. Likes to check on his old man," he finished with a short and tired laugh.

Drops of cold beer fell over his head. Fahen didn't dare to look up, no matter how tempting it was to face the male so careless to drink properly. The absolute disrespect on Zack's actions could've discouraged anyone, but the hybrid found it not only alluring but also fascinating in a way he was still trying to decipher.

"But you're not here to listen to me ramble about my personal life, right?" Zack continued, walking away from him.

Fahen didn't realize he was holding his breath. Was his aura that strong? In the safety the bar provided he was nothing but a nice face among a bunch of ugly bastards. Sometimes nice, others an asshole, but never someone dangerous. He knew when was time to stop, even when drunk. And he was the first one to break a fight before it started. But away from that place, in that single-story house, he was different. Fahen was afraid of him; his mind made sure to enlist all the possible bad endings of that encounter, and yet not a single one discouraged him from moving forward.

He was about to answer. Fuck, he was ready to jump back on his arms and smooch that sexy beast. But the warm breath on his rump almost made him drop his beer. Without asking for permission, Zack was already on his knees, spreading Fahen's buttocks. The shaky boy leaned against the wall, holding onto the small spaces between the frames.

"You come here to fuck. And that's what we're gonna do," Zack finished and, after giving his beer another long sip, he put it down and began to eat Fahen's ass with no delicacy.

The young hybrid reacted by instinct, trying to jump away only to find himself trapped by Zack's hands. The large tongue began a noisy and sloppy dance, moving up and down between his cheeks. Those licks alone were dominant, aggressive, and possessive. Exactly what was to expect from a predator about to devour his prey. In less than a minute, Fahen turned into a squirmy and whimpering mess doing pitiful attempts to escape.

"Ah... f-fuck..." he huffed, holding the bottle harder with each lick given.

He looked down and found his cock throbbing and leaking. Painfully hard after all that teasing from early, he feared the slightest touch would be enough to make him cum gallons. But his hands refused to move, petrified by the constant waves of pleasure running through his body.

Zack ate his ass with natural talent, switching between long and short licks that were making quick work of his tight hole. Relaxed by the pleasure, the sensitive entrance put no resistance to the canine dog pushing its way in. Little by little, the werewolf invaded Fahen's body, switching to circular licks as the tongue went deeper.

When Fahen looked up again, he saw one of Zack's pictures. The werewolf was on the beach. His prominent bulge was impossible to ignore in that blue speedo. The wet fur did nothing but remark the muscular body born from hard work, with not a single sign of fat on the skin. It was taken years ago, probably when he was in his thirties; like a good wine, it only got better with age.

Minutes passed and the werewolf showed no signs to stop. Hunched on his knees to reach Fahen's ass, he continued a sloppy and noisy rim job that had his prey whimpering and trembling out of control. His hole had never received a tongue that skilled, one that knew exactly how and where to lick not just to please him, but to relax the muscles for what was coming. Fahen could only imagine how many times Zack had done that. How many others before him had the privilege to sleep with that hunk? A hunch told him it was a long, long list.

His toes curled. Fahen had to rest on Zack's grip when the pleasure drained all the strength in his now wobbly legs. His cock continued throbbing more and more, painfully hard and with ropes of pre hanging from the tip. Fahen heard the tempting call to jerk off and cover the frames with his sticky cum, but his hands were stuck to the wall, afraid that any sudden move could send him down.

And Zack continued showing no signs to stop. His fat thumbs spread with ease the squishy cheeks to make more room for his maw. Even if it was an extra inch of tongue what went inside, it was enough to finally get a moan out of the shaky prey, who did his best to remain quiet from the beginning. Now it was impossible. Zack ate his ass like no one ever did before. He wasn't just licking; the werewolf had actual hunger, a starving hard to satiate, if not impossible. It became notorious in the desperate growls and the long pauses between each breath.

"Did I make the right choice?" Fahen thought in the middle of his ecstasy. Suddenly, the warning Zack gave him made sense. "Last chance to escape, kiddo," that's what he said. The hybrid gave it no relevance, believing he was just bragging about his performance--wouldn't be the first time he heard that, and he couldn't care less about it. Now it all made sense: that was an honest threat of what was coming. His lust consumed his partner. His sex drive had no match. Fahen realized too late he was in the fangs of an actual alpha male.

And what exactly brought him to that situation? In his fear-stained excitement, the bartender went back through all the encounters they had. Fahen didn't show an immediate interest in him at first. Like all the other workers, he was just a rude face with big muscles he wouldn't mind licking. Nothing unique about him. Until the night both exchanged more words beyond the usual "give me a beer" and "here you have"; 5 minutes about how the day went and what were the plans for the night, that was all Fahen needed to look at Zack through other eyes.

Following that talk, the werewolf became the focus of his attention. He listened carefully to his talks with his group of friends, then cleverly used those little details to his advantage whenever the werewolf stopped to talk with him. With surgical precision, his nose cut through the plethora of smells floating on the bar to pick Zack's, which acted like an anchor to him. He slowly got to know him better, and when the trust felt strong enough, he started. Throwing baits at him--harmless innuendos to test his preferences, with selective words to prevent any offense.

Outside his train of thought, Zack had eaten enough. His tongue made it out with care, giving one long and profound lick that stole Fahen's breath. The warm and fleshy organ twitched on its way out of the loose and slobbery hole. But that feeling of emptiness was quickly filled by one of Zack's fingers, which penetrated Fahen with little effort; by the time his hole clenched, half of his fingers were already in.

"Eep!" Fahen startled. While not as big as a cock, the change from soft to hard was notorious.

"There, there, nice and easy," Zack said, pushing his finger deeper as it moved in circles inside. "You gotta be prepared, kiddo. I'm no gentleman in bed."

Again threats that sent shivers down his spine. How different was his attitude in private. With his moans getting louder as his finger got deeper, Fahen remembered how the harmless flirts evolved into something else without his knowledge. How easily and subtly he took control over his plan, flirting back at him with small compliments whose real meaning went above Fahen's head. Little details like the good job he was doing or how nice was to see a familiar face pierced his walls and dragged him right into his claws.

And when a second finger went in, Zeke whistled along with Fahen's lustful chant. Like a conductor leading an orchestra, the werewolf moved his fingers up and down at different paces, controlling the intensity of Fahen's moans. He felt and rubbed and pressed the sensitive flesh still covered in saliva until he found that sweet spot hidden deep within him.

The sheer anticipation put an end to his moans. Fahen heard Zack laughing slowly, a sick and perverted laugh that faded under the sound of his own heartbeats as the fingers got closer to his prostate. The pleasure got stronger. More and more. When Fahen looked down, he saw his cock throb at the same pace Zack moved his fingers. Bit his lip didn't do anything to keep it down. He closed his eyes but the sensation was still there. The smug smile he knew Zack was giving him felt like a boulder over his shoulders. And when the hunk fed him enough tension, he struck.

"AHHHH!" Fahen shrieked. His body jerked violently, pulling back his hands by sheer instinct to find support on the werewolf's shoulders.

All he did was squeeze his prostate once. Fahen reacted the same way when he did it again. And again. And again. Each moan made his smile grow, a sign of how much joy he was getting from the tortuous pleasure Fahen was feeling.

And as the ecstasy continued, even when each wave of pleasure tensed up his muscles, Fahen's hole loosened up more. For the young hybrid it didn't make any difference. He only felt the third finger when it was already in, with all three adopting a pyramid position inside his ass. That formation gave Zack a better angle to assault his prostate, giving him a beautiful and blissful massage that smashed what was left of Fahen's walls.

"That's it. Good boy. Moan for Daddy. I'm gonna make you feel good reaaaaally soon," Zack whispered.

The poor Fahen was an absolute mess. Shocking waves of pleasure ran from head to toe, forcing his body to jerk off violently. He had no control over it. He was nothing else but a mere spectator trapped in a prison of pleasure. And with his poor, poor prostate being brutally attacked that way, the following reaction was only natural.

Ropes of sticky and creamy seed came strongly from the tip of his cock. A wonderful chant accompanied each shot, and the cum traveled quickly across the air before finding its goal in the wall and frames before him. All limbs stiff, Fahen had nothing to counter the intense climax that was hitting him over and over again. And the seed kept on coming.

"Fuck, that's it. Cum for daddy, boy. Shoot it all!" Zack encouraged him, increasing the intensity of his massage to keep milking him.

The short orgasm felt like an eternity in Fahen's mind. Soon, the smell of his cum reached his nose and pulled him back to reality, giving him back some control of his body as the climax came to an end. He looked down in time to catch the last ropes of cum joining the mess he just made. Half ashamed, half proud, he put on his best smile and giggled right when his legs finally succumbed.

Zack reacted quickly, using his shoulder to support the exhausted hybrid. Staring at the explosive paint job he just made on the wall, both males shared a laugh.

"So... sorry about that," Fahen finally said between huffs, clenching the lingering pleasure still tickling in the tip of his cock.

"It's fine, kiddo. He likes to do the same," Zack replied. His reassuring tone had no trace of anger in it.

Of course, Fahen noticed the weirdness of what he said. But before he had a chance to ask, all three fingers left his hole in one firm and quick pull, leaving again that empty and cold sensation.

Zack then carried him in his arms with no effort. A firm stare at his face revealed many expressions in those yellow eyes. Confidence. Dominance. Lust. Smugness. And so many more. And while there was still a flame of lust burning in his look, Fahen didn't feel scared to touch it. All the contrary, even after an orgasm so intense, he wanted to hold that fire in his hands.

"Now that you're all ready, I think we can move on to the main show," he muttered.

Fahen only nodded, still struggling to recover his breath. The werewolf followed the hallway. At the end was a plain-looking wooden door. Nothing special about it, but Fahen couldn't ignore the strong energy coming from it. There was his lair. The place where so many bodies, minds, and spirits found their end, consumed by the lust of a feral beast that had never been satiated. Oh, the grip of those big hands told him that. Fahen could feel how much he needed to continue. His pride was keeping the desperation at bay, but it was clear how close Zack was to losing it.

His paw opened the ajar door and Fahen entered a realm disconnected from the world. The first thing that became evident was the intense musk ruling the air. It was Zack's musk. And it was coming from everywhere. The intense scent overwhelmed his nose which immediately wrinkled to try and stop it from coming in.

"Make yourself comfortable," Zack invited, dropping him carefully on the floor after slamming the door with his paw.

The main bedroom was simple and slightly depressed, with the green paint acquiring a somber tone over the years; hard to say if it was mere carelessness or a symptom of something else. The bed was in front of him, and a cheap vanity table with a mirror on the opposite side, with some deodorants of different brands scattered all over it, and two fancy bottles of perfume barely used. The mirror was dirty on the sides, with faded polaroids stuck on the frame. The pile of dirty clothes on a corner didn't surprise him; most of the reek came from that point, but in general, the room was already tainted with the scent. No bathroom, and one large wardrobe that had seen better days, with both doors hanging from their hinges.

When Fahen turned back, he watched with awe how Zack took off his tank top. It was incredible how an act so simple could carry that much sensuality. His biceps flexed as he raised the curtain that was his shirt, showing off the firm and toned abs covered by his trimmed golden fur. The magnificence previously seen in pictures was now taking shape before his eyes, a sight so tempting his hands trembled and his cock throbbed by sheer anticipation. It was obvious those muscles weren't the result of diet and exercise nor were gained with the sole purpose to impress someone but instead were a result of the hard work done every day for so many years. That made his body more worthy of being worshipped.

"You seem to like the show, kiddo."

His call startled him. Fahen didn't realize how obvious his stare was--it was not like he had something else to do. When he looked up, Zack had that pretentious smile back, the one saying he had control over the scenario Fahen planned. What an insult that was, yet he couldn't deny the excitement of being overpowered even by his mere presence.

Leaving the shirt over his shoulder, Zack approached confidently. His eyes inspected the naked body of the prey he was about to devour. Then, holding Fahen by the chin, his maw got close enough for him to feel again that addictive fear. He whispered slowly, his warm breath made him tremble.

"Wanna give me a hand with the rest? You might find a big surprise waiting for you."

The hybrid whined. Everything that male did emanate raw masculinity, from the smell to his speech. With a short nod, he agreed to his command, not without taking that opportunity to taste the forbidden fruit he was.

The size difference came to light once again when Zack straightened back. Fahen faced the huge pecs, and not even with his antlers he was able to reach the werewolf's height. His hands looked so small when he put them on them. The short fur felt greasy and soggy, and his fingers left a short trace as he moved them around, drawing small circles that led him to his nipples.

"Go on, don't be afraid to touch. It's clear you haven't seen a body like mine."

Placing his nose in the line dividing both pecs, Fahen took a deep breath of that powerful scent while his fingers circled the large nipples. For the first time, he perceived a change in his breathing, one that encouraged him to continue now that he knew the werewolf was sensitive too. The dance his fingers made didn't last for long, and soon Fahen opted for a soft but firm grip on both of them. A growl. Perfect. He pressed again and the pleasure caused a tremor that ran across his chest. The lack of a negative response was all Fahen needed to continue doing so, pressing stronger each time and adding a short pull.

Zack resisted. Of course he would. He was the alpha, he had to keep a straight face. But even he had a limit. And his growls were getting louder and stronger the more Fahen pulled two nipples that had got big and hard after that short torture. Confident by the permission given, he changed his fingers for his lips. A simple nibble at first, then a careful bite. And with that, he got a loud huff out of him, a good step in the right direction.

The rest of his body remained still. But his heartbeat couldn't lie. The huge organ hit the chest like a jackhammer, stimulated by the licks and bites given. And it caused a chain reaction reflected on his breathing and how he swallowed. So he changed to the other nipple to give it the same treatment. Slowly, the muscles relaxed and Zack surrendered a bit of his pride to give Fahen the joy of worshipping his godly body.

The reek coming from his pits didn't go unnoticed. His head moved on its own, pulled by the invisible strings the rancid smell of sweat and cheap deodorant. With a wide smile and some giggles from the stud, Fahen shoved his nose under his left pit. Without even taking a breath, the intense musk punished Fahen in what felt like a thunder hitting his body. His fur bristled from head to toe and the delicious smell brought his cock back to life in an instant. It was disgusting, an overwhelming scent that made him feel dizzy with just a couple of whiffs, and yet alluring and addictive. The raw smell of virility.

"He he he, so you're really into that? That's so dirty," and without warning, Zack held his head with the other hand, giving Fahen no other choice but to drown in his reeking smell.

It made no difference for him. In fact, it just got him harder. Already drunk in his musk, Fahen held to the werewolf and ate his sweaty pit without thinking. The sour taste and greasy fur only encouraged a horny brat to lick it more enthusiastically. It was dirty. It made him feel dirty. And he loved it. How he dragged the fur with each lick. The intensity of the taste mixed with the smell only made it better with each lick. And the weight of Zack's stare only enticed him to go on and on.

"I never thought you were this kinky, kiddo," Zack pointed out, then rubbed Fahen's nose all over it. "Make sure to lick it clean."

"No need to ask for it," Fahen thought, happy to be smothered in that musky, sweaty, dirty pit.

So he licked more and more until the sour taste faded under the flavor of his own saliva. And like the obedient boy he was, Fahen moved to the next one, where his job was more intense and quick, motivated by the lack of sourness. And Zack smirked at his enthusiasm, a witness of the most dedicated slut that had set paw on his room.

But sweaty pits alone weren't enough to satiate Fahen. No, his devotion to a manly body like his demanded more, and he drove his attention to the rest of his front half, going back to his pecs and slowly moving down. How wonderful was the firmness of those muscles, living steel honed under the sun and hard labor not all males were able to endure. To Fahen, seeing that hunk's bare chest was a privilege already; touching him was a blessing that demanded absolute devotion and worshipping.

His tongue followed the outline of his abs, so firm yet soft to the touch. Not exaggerated in any way, and still holding a strong virility that outmatched many bodybuilders. As he did that, and already on his knees for the stud, his little hands pulled down the jeans. Victim of his own teasing, he stared with predatory eyes as the white briefs made their debut, accompanied by the strong and rancid smell of sweaty balls and cock. What a joy that was. A perfect balance between disgusting and delightful that not many males could appreciate. A smell so strong it burned his nostrils and bristled the fur from his nape. His toes curled and his large tail wiped from side to side.

"Does Daddy's crotch smell that good, kiddo?" Zack asked, holding Fahen's face against it.

The hybrid didn't reply immediately. He didn't mind that either. Whatever the werewolf wanted to do to him, he was happy to obey. He was in control. Fahen was nothing but an oversized fleshlight for the cock hiding behind those white and musky briefs, still wet from the sweat of working all day.

"It's so good," he muttered. His tongue didn't resist giving the wet fabric a lick. He felt the massive balls, heavy and hot--the sour and salty taste of sweat strong enough to breach through to the briefs.

"Fuck yeah it is. I can't get rid of it no matter how hard I scrub."

"God, I love it," Fahen continued.

"Heh, I figured that much. I knew you were a dirty cock sucker from the moment I saw you. You have it written all over your slutty face," Zack paused to pull Fahen from the antlers to check on his face. "Yep, that's the look I was looking for. Hungry. Desperate. I bet you haven't tasted a male like me before."

And without care, he pushed back his face into the musky crotch, rubbing it all over.

"N-no," his little toy replied.

"But you have tasted a lot of cocks before, right?"

Fahen nodded. The desperation of being so close yet so far from the werewolf's cock grew inside him. But his hands refused to pull it. Not yet. Not until Zack finished marking him with his scent. He wanted that reek to follow him, to let everyone know he was Zack's bitch.

"Of course you did. You love sweaty, musky cocks like mine. But I'll make sure to teach you how a real alpha fucks. Because that's what you want, right slut?" Another enthusiastic nod. "Yeah, that's what you want. You wanna feel a real cock breaking your tight hole. And that's exactly what I'm gonna give you."

Zack stopped. Without ceremonies, he pulled down his briefs to reveal the massive cock hiding under them. With sparkling eyes, Fahen followed the delicious rod as it fell in slow motion over his face. The size and girth were perfect, way above the average of what he had tasted before. And the weight told him it was real and not the result of some sort of vivid dream. It was there, on his face, with a smell even stronger.

Fahen had no words to express his joy. Even his face was an absolute mess from all the things going through his head at that moment. Hypnotized at first by the smell alone, the heavy cock gave his mind that last push into the bottomless pits of insanity previously dug by his lust. If there was still a point of no return, Fahen had missed it.

"Look at you. This is really the biggest cock you've ever seen. I can see it in your face. You're already doubting without even having it inside. But don't think that's gonna stop me. Oh no, darling. Nothing's gonna stop me," with his manhood held by the base, he put the tip next to Fahen's licks. His following words came in a sensual whisper that set the pace on which he shoved his cock into the hybrid's mouth. "I am gonna break you. I'm gonna fuck you hard and rough. And the more you beg for mercy, the harder I'll thrust. And it's gonna hurt, oh dear, it's gonna hurt a lot. But not just on your body, but your mind too. All those males that came before me are gonna look pathetic as I continue ramming. And you're gonna leave this house knowing they can't please you the way I do. The passion. The lust. That intensity. You're not gonna find that anywhere else. You'll crawl back, begging for another fuck. And another. And another. That's how I'm gonna ruin you, kiddo."

The slow and tortuous speech felt like knives. No longer a threat, but a promise, Fahen lost himself in Zack's eyes, two small black holes that sucked the will out of his body, leaving only the hopeless puppet controlled by the werewolf's lust. Fahen realized just how much control he already had over him when, once after he started choking on the fat cock already blocking his throat, he didn't pull his head away. Zack wasn't holding him. He did it on his own. For him. For that sexy stud.

"Good boy. Good boy. You already know what to do. Just what I was hoping for."

When other males before him were already moaning, Zack didn't even sigh. He spoke clearly, unaffected by the tight throat closing around his cock. And when he began with quick and deep thrusts, most of his body remained still. The dominance extended to his own body; the huffs from before were but a simple gift to a job well done. Now, it would take more to get a moan out of that horny beast.

And with his spirit subdued, Fahen remained on his knees, taking that thick cock as best as he could. With his antlers now reduced to handlers by the werewolf, he tried to lick Zack's manhood on each thrust, feeling the heavy balls slapping against his chin. The steady pace gave him enough time to breathe, but his cock reached deep enough to force Fahen to retch, beating the good reflexes developed over the years. The werewolf knew when to stop, pulling out his saliva-covered cock to rub it all over Fahen's face before shoving it back in after the hybrid recovered.

That went on for several minutes, with Zack showing no mercy to the poor hybrid on his knees, whose face was an absolute mess. Ropes of saliva hung from the sides of his sore maw. The werewolf changed the antlers with his hair, pulling it harder whenever instinct kicked in and Fahen tried to fight back. The pain in his knees got worse after holding that position for more than ten minutes. And despite all of that, the joy on Fahen's face was still visible.

"Now, where's that naughty boy that teased me for weeks? You don't look that braggy anymore."

Seemingly pleased, Zack pulled out his cock and slapped Fahen on the cheek a couple of times. With his breath stolen by that massive shaft, it took him a moment to recover, yet he couldn't find the words to reply.

"Let's waste no time. Get on your fours over the bed, kiddo."

Without a pinch of doubt, Fahen obeyed his command and jumped like the obedient boy he was, his brain rewired by Zack's masculine scent. The mattress was hard, yet he felt the weight shift when the werewolf knelt behind him. The anticipation had turned him into a shaky mess unable to control by himself, but one firm grip of that big hand was all he needed to calm down.

"You're scared, I can see that," Zack started saying. One sharp claw ran carefully over his spine. "You're used to being on top, like any other power bottom. I bet this isn't the first time you meet with someone that takes control of your hands. But I am the first one that really scares you. This is more than what you can take, right?" Zack rested his hard cock over Fahen's ass to remark on his words. "Yeah, not the biggest, probably--I've seen bigger. Yet it scares you. Because it's not just the cock..."

The werewolf made a pause. Fahen, excited and terrified by his speech, believed the stud would take the generic lubricant resting over his night table. Instead, he heard him spit. The thick cock moved down between his buttocks until the wet tip landed next to his hole. And as he smeared his saliva all over the loosened entrance, Zack continued talking.

"... it's me. You're scared of me. You chew more than what you can bite, and you're too stubborn to admit it. Now it's too late for that, and what other choice do you have but to swallow that fear and face the consequences of your actions. Because nothing in this world is gonna make you admit I am too much for you."

Even after his incredible rimjob, the tip found some resistance. Fahen took deep breaths to relax and rested his face on the musky pillow while he tried to spread his ass to help Zack. The tip went in, not without hurting Fahen in the process, but as the stud said, the stubbornness from weeks of teasing stopped him from complaining--he grunted and flinched, but resisted.

On the other side, Zack let out a long sigh of satisfaction. With the tip already in, the rest of his cock followed with little effort. One inch after another disappeared inside a delicious hole that unconsciously clenched the whole thing. Those short, quick squeezes were getting some moans out of him, and Zack's response was a firm and strong spank that made Fahen whine.

"Stubborn, yes, but you're taking it like a champ. I am so proud of you, kiddo."

While his tone didn't match the words, Fahen still found a compliment on what he said. Already a victim of his growing mix of pain and pleasure, the pillow deformed slightly by the strength of his bite. His feverish eyes, however, revealed it was more the pleasure he was getting from the huge manhood ravaging his insides--about to roll upwards and clouded with tears, his eyelids trembled slightly.

Zack was right. It wasn't the size--he rode bigger cocks in the past. But the aura coming from the werewolf made him feel weak in comparison. Zack had probably never taken no for an answer. The funny thing is he didn't need to force people into submission; just standing next to him was enough to get that subby side out of anywhere. A mouthful of his toxic lust and his whispering voice were enough to break through anyone's defenses, just like he did with him.

Before he noticed, Zack was balls deep inside him. His hips pushed harder as if he was trying to grow a couple more inches to punish even more Fahen's prostate. It was now turn for his claws to clench to the bed, twisting the sheets around the more Zack pushed.

And without a warning, the werewolf began to thrust. No more teasing. No more waiting. He went deep and rough, honoring his rude aspect. With a firm grip around his waist, he kept Fahen in place while his 10 inches went in and out, making pauses now and then to spit more over his thick shaft. Soon enough his hole loosened enough to make it easier for the growling beast, whose expression showed no remorse over the harsh treatment.

The hopeless hybrid did his best to stay quiet, keeping all those moans in his head. But with Zack's cock rubbing and pressing in all the right places, it became an impossible task. Whines and muffled moans eventually came out while he bit down the pillow harder, finding some comfort in how his fangs went through the soft fabric. But of course, it didn't last, and moments later he was once again suffering from an unbearable pleasure.

Slap. Slap. Slap. The wet sounds of Zack's thrusts only made it hotter, proof of the intensity and strength put into each one. Fahen twisted his paws around while his leg muscles stretched. With the werewolf still holding him by the hips, Fahen barely moved from his place. His ass felt each inch of fat and throbbing cock invading. A tingle on the tip of his painfully hard dick convinced him he was about to cum hands-free, but Zack didn't go hard enough to provoke an orgasm, leaving Fahen to drip ropes of pre all over the musky sheets.

One spank after another, that's what Zack picked to force his toy to moan. His whines got louder, but he kept on biting the pillow. Was that an act of resistance or just another trick to tease Zack even more? Fahen couldn't tell. His mind was an absolute mess. The pain had turned into pleasure and was now driving mad the poor hybrid who couldn't stop crying from the experience. His back arched, and his tail wiping furiously at Zack's chest; Fahen's body was reacting on its own, the pleasure so intense it pushed and pulled buttons and levers in his mind.

Reduced to a living fleshlight, Fahen felt the fat fingers close harder around his hips. The speed and strength of Zack's thrust didn't change, yet the beast changed the growls and grunts from the effort into quiet moans. It was his small victory, proof that he managed to retain some of his pride. A spark of light that told him he had a chance to control the horny werewolf.

But to get that hope, he had a huge price to pay up. And with his own proud wounded, Zack decided to crush him completely. Using his antlers once again as handlers, he forced Fahen to get up. The hybrid was no match for his strength and opposed no resistance. The pillow fell from his fangs, completely ruined and slobbery from all the saliva. Even without seeing his face, Zack knew his toy was giving him a smug smile that felt like salt over his wound. The time for words had ended. Zack made sure to remind him who was in charge by putting all his might into each thrust and pulling him by the antlers at the same time.

The effect was instantaneous. Fahen moaned from the top of his lungs, convinced Zack's cock had gotten bigger after that, but the werewolf didn't let him look down to see the bulge he knew it was popping on his belly. Zack even continued pulling up until his hands were no longer holding onto the mattress. With tears and saliva covering his face, Fahen had finally lost control over everything.

Crack. He heard it over the wet slaps and loud moans. It came from above his head after Zack pulled again. But the pleasure--crack--quickly distracted him. With each pull and thrust going in opposite directions, it was--crack--a matter of time for Fahen to finally reach his climax. He was no longer sure how long had been since they started. Minutes became hours, and--crack--hours became minutes. The notion of time was no longer a logical concept in his ruined--crack--mind. The pleasure was so good. So intense. Fahen wanted more of it. He wanted Zack to continue all night.

And then, it happened...

As strong as it is, bone was still bone. Fahen heard a loud SNAP when both antlers succumbed to Zack's force. The werewolf kept his balance. The hybrid fell on the ruined pillow. And the velvet still covering the now broken antlers sprayed blood all over the mattress. It happened so quickly, so suddenly. The surprise left both speechless. Zack watched the spurts of blood drawing curve lines on the headboard. What remained of Fahen's antlers was almost the size of his pointy ears, with an irregular cut on both of them.

All of that happened in a couple of seconds which felt like an eternity for both of them. But where any other person would have stopped, Fahen growled deeply at the hesitant beast behind him.

"Don't you FUCKING DARE to stop!" He screamed. Then, with his strength renewed, he pushed back to continue fucking himself.

Zack understood immediately, briefly intimidated by the hybrid's determination. He threw the antlers away and held Fahen again by the hips, following the pace set by his toy. Of course, the pain was excruciating, but mixed with the pleasure and the intoxicating musk filling the room, it turned into an addictive sensation that pumped adrenaline into Fahen's system. The toy was experiencing an ecstasy no other male had caused him. Fear and lust combined in a way he never thought was possible. The warm blood rolled down his head, leaving a visible tray on the dark and gray fur, and the scent coming from it dragged the feral instincts out of them.

What followed was the closest both males had been to Heaven, a full minute of maddening and addictive pain, fear, and pleasure. With moans and howls, they let the full neighborhood know what was happening inside that room. The bed frame met its end and one leg broke under the strength of Zack's thrusts. But not even the climax both reached together stopped them, and the mighty werewolf continued fucking his toy even while he was flooding his insides with a load of cum so big it immediately leaked out of Fahen's ruined hole. The hybrid came alongside his lover, covering the mattress in ropes of thick, steamy cum while squeezing up to the last drop of seed out of Zack's cock. The combined howl made the room tremble, and both beasts felt about to pass out during the short seconds their orgasms lasted.

And as suddenly as it happened, it ended too. Zack pulled out without any care, shooting some cum over Fahen's back and leaving the rest of his seed to pour out of his open hole. Both males collapsed on the bed, gasping for about a minute to recover their breath, with their minds clenching to the post-orgasm bliss.

It was pure and sheer pain what Fahen felt during the seconds it took Zack to cauterize the wounds. Not the brightest option for a not-so-serious wound, but the hybrid still accepted to fix it quicker.

"Sorry. I... got carried away," Zack explained after he finished.

Fahen waved his fears away. "It's fine. It's not the first time. Got into a lot of fights when I was younger. At least I get to use t-shirts for the next 8 or 9 months."

"Ouch, it takes that much? I'm not familiar with how antlers work," the werewolf said after a whistle.

"They fall at the end of winter and grow back during spring and half of summer. I was almost finishing growing these."

His fingers felt the cauterized end, still warm. Fahen took a deep breath and fell over the bed, where he added with both fists up: "I'll say I got into this brutal fight. That's gonna be my new pick-up line."

"It's not a total lie," Zack leaned over him. His sharp claw danced dangerously close to his neck. "You gave a good fight. Best ass I've ever fuck in a while, just behind my boy."

"Wha-? You and your son?" Fahen stared back with wide eyes. The expression on the werewolf didn't change, proof that he was telling the truth. "Fuck man, that's nasty. First time meeting an incestuous father."

"Be good and you might meet him one day."

"Oh yeah?"

Zack nodded in response before kissing him. When it ended, the werewolf lay next to Fahen and held him tightly in between his arms.

"For now, let's rest. I wanna fuck you again all morning."

"What about the job?" Fahen asked, cuddling on the firm and hairy chest.

"I think they can survive without me for one day."

And that was all they said before the exhaustion put them to sleep in the hot and musky room that witnessed the raw passion of two untamed beasts.