Caleb dutifully sucked up every drop of cum off the wolf’s cock. He didn’t dare let a single drop spill. He sucked it clean before the wolf finally removed his cock and just walked off.
Caleb continued to jack off the other two wolves, while the alpha behind him was still pounding his ass. Caleb’s cock was burning and he had no idea if he would be allowed to cum himself. The thought of not being allowed to was so painful he tried to block it out of his head.
Then, the wolf to his left started grunting. Caleb felt the cock throbbing even more than it had, and starting rubbing even faster. He knew it wasn’t long now, and sure enough, a minute later the wolf was spurting cum all over Caleb’s hand and arm.
Almost immediately afterwards, the wolf to Caleb’s left did the same thing. Spurt after spurt of hot wolf cum landed on Caleb’s arm, hand and the ground below. When they were done, both wolves walked off as well, as had done the first one.
It was only Caleb and Riley now. The initial pain of Riley’s huge cock in Caleb’s virgin ass had mostly subsided into a dull ache. He felt the pleasurable sensation much more strongly, and focused even more on it now that he had no other cocks to tend to.
Now that Riley was alone he started thrusting harder and faster. Caleb could barely breathe, and he certainly couldn’t think. His brain was completely overloaded with sensation. He just let himself be taken along for the ride while wishing he could get himself off.
“You wanna touch your cock don’t you there?” Riley asked.
“Yes... yes... oh yes” Caleb replied, desperate for the permission he so craved.
“Well” Riley continued, “if you make it through until I cum without cumming yourself, you’re welcome to do whatever you want to yourself. If you cum first, you don’t get to be a part of the pack.”
This was definitely not what Caleb was hoping for. It seemed like every single nerve ending he had ended at his penis, and every single one of them was begging for touch. It took everything Caleb had to think about other things, to focus on the ass fucking he was getting.
Caleb could feel Riley’s cock pulsating inside of him. The wolf would finish soon, and then Caleb could have his release. But first, it was Riley’s turn.
Riley was enjoying this fucking immensely. He had a virgin ass. He didn’t have to be told, he knew one when he fucked it. The sensations were so much stronger in a tight ass, an ass that had obviously never been fucked before. Every sensation was so much stronger, everything was so much tighter. He looked down at the puckered asshole he was fucking, watched as it changed size, constantly closing on his cock. Finally, he hit the release. His legs felt like jelly as the sensation of orgasm passed over him. Riley howled into the night sky as spurts of hot seed flew out of him and deep into Caleb’s ass. Pulse after pulse shot from his cock and he howled again. Every muscle in his body was tense, and yet felt eternally relaxed. Finally, the orgasm passed and Riley pulled out of Caleb’s ass. The four wolves had completely dominated him. Plus he had listened when Riley said not to get himself off. Caleb would be a good, subservient part of the group.
As soon as Caleb felt the hot cum of the alpha wolf inside his ass, he knew he could touch his cock. It barely took more than that one touch for Caleb to spurt all over the forest floor. His penis had begged for release for so long that it felt like Caleb had three orgasms in a row. He had never felt this drained before. He couldn’t think, he definitely couldn’t stand, and so when Riley pulled his cock out of Caleb’s ass, Caleb couldn’t do anything except collapse onto the ground from exhaustion.
Eventually he opened his eyes and saw Riley looking down at him.
“That was quite the experience, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah... yeah, you could say that.”
“Welcome to the pack, little pup. I’ll give you a while to get your bearings back together, then we’ll go introduce you to the rest of your pack mates. Your brothers.”
END :)
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After getting a big promotion at work, Alex decides to go to the bar to celebrate. However, while stumbling back home he gets hit over the head and wakes up tied to a bed. A werewolf comes in and gives Alex a bonus he'll never forget. Warning: this super sexy, 3000 word gay werewolf story contains monster werewolf cock, oral and anal sex and moonlight orgasms that will make you want more.
Excerpt:
When Alex woke up, he had a splitting headache. He closed his eyes and groaned softly. He couldn’t think. He had no idea where he was and his arms and legs wouldn’t really move. Eventually, he opened his eyes. Wherever he was, it was dark. His eyes slowly adjusted to the low light and Alex managed to get a bit of a look around. He was tied to a bed, arms and legs against the bedpost, which was why he couldn’t move his limbs. The room was barely furnished, with just the bed he was laying on and a small lamp in the corner which was missing its shade. The light was off, and the only light entering the room came from the window above his head, the full moon giving the room at least a little bit of light. Alex was suddenly gripped with overwhelming fear. I’ve been kidnapped. Oh my God, I’ve been kidnapped. Someone has taken me here and tied me up. Holy shit. What is going to happen to me? These thoughts and more ran through Alex’s head. He tried moving around, he tried getting out of the ropes. Nothing worked. Alex was trapped.
Suddenly, he heard a door open somewhere in the distance. His blood froze. This is it, I’m going to die. I wish I’d said goodbye to my mom. Suddenly, a shape stood in the doorway. It looked human in a way, but it also looked too big and hairy to be human. The shape walked over to the lamp and flicked the switch. The whole room was bathed in 50 watts of light, illuminating everything. Alex’s eyes adjusted to the light, and he gasped when he saw the creature who had kidnapped him.
It was definitely the trucker guy from the bar earlier. Alex recognized the beautiful, straight black hair, the jet black eyes and the hard mouth. But this guy definitely wasn’t human. His hands were more like claws, he was covered in hair from head to toe and completely naked. His beard had somehow gotten longer, his eyes darker and his hair longer as well. Alex stared. He was looking at a wolf. He was a werewolf. He had to be, there was no other explanation.
“Welcome, young one, to my home” the werewolf started.
“What... what...” was the only reply Alex could muster.
“Oh don’t worry, you’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you.”
This reply didn’t really help Alex relax. He had still been kidnapped and tied to a bed.
“See, the thing is, tonight worked really well for both of us” the werewolf continued. “You were celebrating a nice promotion and probably want to have some fun. I’m on the first night of my transformation as a werewolf, and I need some prey.”
“Some... prey?” Alex was finally able to ask, terrified about the implications of the word.
The wolf laughed, it came out as half laugh, half howl. “Don’t worry, not that kind of prey. I just need to release some energy. I’ll let you go when we’re done.”
The wolf came over to Alex. He started running his hands down Alex’s body. Alex suddenly realized he was completely naked. The wolf’s touch on Alex made his skin tingle. He sighed deeply. The wolf, as crazy as this was, was actually pretty sexy. Alex couldn’t deny it. If he was telling the truth, this could be a good night, despite the kidnapping.
The wolf’s hands slid down to Alex’s ass. He stroked, gently teasing. Alex could feel himself stiffen as the hard, tough hands gently stroked his smooth skin.
The wolf gently kissed Alex all over his body, the wetness where his saliva hit sent tingles though Alex’s skin.
Suddenly, the wolf completely ripped the ropes from Alex’s legs and flipped him over. Alex’s now-hard cock stood at attention. His arms were intertwined above his head. The werewolf climbed over him and straddled his head. The wolf’s cock was now in front of Alex, who licked his lips and happily started sucking the cock. T
his was the best promotion present he could hope for. A strong, tough, half-man, half-wolf. Alex licked the cock from base to tip and it started to stiffen. It got bigger and bigger, the biggest Alex had ever seen. It was incredible. His eyes widened as he realized he would have to take this huge cock into his mouth.
Other titles by Serena St Claire include:
Alice’s First Werewolf
When Alice comes home one day she finds her sexy roommate Mike being attacked by a strange group of men. But something's wrong with Mike. He doesn't seem quite... human. Will Alice leave while she still can or will they both give in to their primal urges? This 3000 word story contains dubious consent, oral sex, blood and monster cock.
Alice Fucks the Pack
Six months after her strange encounter with Mike, Alice goes back to the old apartment because she can't stop thinking about him. No one is home, and she goes to the forest to think, where she finds Mike... but the rest of his pack is also there. This 3000 word story contains dubious consent, group sex, oral sex, jacking off and werewolves. Very, very hot story.
Punished by the Alpha
Tyler, the alpha of the pack, wakes up one night to his entire pack being attacked. But who betrayed them? When he finds out and the wolf responsible comes crawling back, Tyler has to show him who's the boss, and what happens when you betray your pack. Warning: This 3300 word story contains dubious consent, oral sex, anal sex, monster werewolf cocks and some amazing orgasms.
Becoming an Alpha
Peter longs to be an alpha as he sees the influence of his pack leader. A former pack leader tells Peter the secret to becoming an alpha & wants him to try it out on Martin, a new addition to the pack. Will Peter manage to dominate Martin, taking his first step to truly becoming alpha? Warning: this story contains big werewolf cocks, oral and anal sex, light domination and some explosive orgasms
About the Author
Serena St Claire is a regular office worker who spends her evenings writing the erotic stories that you love!
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Riding the Snake
By
Victoria Scarlett
Copyright © 2012 by Victoria Scarlett
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“Krana's village sends him up a mountain with an offering to their god. What they don't tell him is that he is the offering...”
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Krana stumbled over a vine in the mountain path and cursed loudly, his voice echoing in the chill air. He hopped to a rock on the side of the windy path and sat to examine his foot, placing his heavy backpack next to the rock. He peeked through a hole in his boot and concluded that nothing was broken, and he took an extra minute to rest before continuing his trek.
He stood, debating whether to continue up the mountain or to return down to his village. As the son of a previous mayor, he had been chosen to deliver this autumn’s offering to the god who lived on the highest mountain in the region. Assuming he survived, he would receive enough money from the village to live through at least the winter. And, Krana thought, maybe he could even afford a pair of decent shoes.
He stretched his back until it cracked. He could see his breath now and he cursed again, wishing he had demanded some money or warm clothes as a down payment. Krana slung the clunky backpack over his shoulder and stepped onto the path, trudging onwards up the mountain.
The sun began to set and the air grew even chillier, and Krana prayed he was close to ending his three-day journey. Suddenly he stopped and yelped, kicking one leg in the air. Something dropped from his pants and writhed on the ground. A snake straightened itself out and slithered away, disappearing just as suddenly as it had appeared.
Krana gaped where the snake had been. He didn’t care much for snakes and paranoia set in, but he forced himself to continue up the path, studying the ground to make sure no other snakes crawled up his leg.
It was almost night when he reached the mountain’s summit, out of breath and praying he could take off the heavy backpack for good. It was dark enough that he didn’t notice the moving ground right away, and he realized too late that he was surrounded by a large writhing mass of snakes. They wrapped around his legs and rose to his hips, and he struggled in vain to pull them off.
Suddenly the mountain illuminated and Krana had to cover his eyes. He felt the heavy reptiles fall from his body and he blinked rapidly, growing used to the bright light. The summit was a large flat rock with some sort of man-made structure at the far end, and tall thin torches lining the clearing. Krana walked slowly into the summit, a couple of snakes escorting him at a distance.
He startled when he saw a man standing in the center of the summit. The man had narrow horizontal eyes, snow white skin, and black hair that reflected the remainder of the early spring sun. His hands were held out in front of his stomach, palms facing each other and his fingertips pressed together.
There was something odd about the man, and Krana realized that this must be the human form of the god his village prayed to. Krana approached him, stopping at a safe distance to slide off his backpack, placing it in front of him and bowing his head deeply.
Krana cleared his throat. “Oh great Naaza, on behalf of my village, I ask that you grant us a great harvest this autumn.”
He hadn’t been instructed to say anything else, and he waited for some sort of response. He slyly glanced up, surprised that the god hadn’t moved except for a slight upwards tick of his lips.
“When I asked for a virgin, you are not what I expected.”
“Ah, forgive me,” flew from Krana’s mouth before he realized what Naaza had said.
The god gave a small shrug. “Oh well. You are suitable.”
He dropped a hand, breaking his elegant pose to brush his fingertips on Krana’s face. Krana flew from his touch, falling on his backside and scooting away. His heart raced and he doubted he had heard what he thought he heard.
“Wh-what did you say?” he asked in a faltering voice.
The god stood with his hand out where Krana had been kneeling. “You are my offering this year. I required something more, what with the extra rain and bountiful crops I granted your village. That sort of blessing required more energy than normal, and thus, I requested something outside the norm.” He glided towards Krana under his ground-length tunic hem. “I know many of my comrades request virgins. It seemed like a nice change from the usual shiny rocks and whatnot.”
Krana scrambled to his feet, brushing his pants and making sure a good amount of distance remained between them. Attempting to placate Naaza, he said, “Your Greatness, if you desire a woman virgin, please allow me to return to my village and bring you one.”
“It will take a week until you return. I will not survive that long.” Naaza swung his hand back, motioning to his temple. “I insist.”
Krana’s heart sank. If he rejected the great god, his village would be doomed. He bent over and picked up the large backpack he had carried through the mountains and clomped one foot in front of the other towards the temple.
It had been built into the side of the mountaintop, blending in with the peaks. Ornate carvings covered the facade and depicted the four seasons, and with what Krana assumed to be Naaza’s true form looming over the tiny stone villagers.
Krana stopped walking at the top of the stone steps. A wriggling group of snakes lay in front of his feet, and he had no desire to step through them. Naaza silently appeared at his side, nearly giving him a heart attack. The snakes untangled themselves and slithered out of sight, and Naaza walked in front of Krana, leading him into his home.
Krana stepped past the open wooden doors and took in the unusual sight. The entire temple was one large room and the wall on the mountainside was half carved away, containing a roaring fire taller than he. Shelves carved along the walls contained centuries’ worth of diamonds and rubies, refined swords and shields, marble carvings and metal sculptures, and riches Krana couldn’t even begin to identify.
Naaza waved his hand and a red velvet chair moved out
from a corner. Snakes wrapped around its legs pulled it towards the fireplace, stopping near the thick fur rug covering the stone floor in front of the blaze, and slithering out of sight once again.
“You may prepare yourself,” the god said. “Tonight will be the coldest night of the season thus far.”
Krana set the backpack on the floor near a shelf and approached Naaza and the chair. “I don’t have anything to prepare,” he said, still not quite sure what he meant.
A tiny smile crawled across Naaza’s thin white lips. In the blink of an eye he was in front of Krana, who was eye-level with his shoulders, and he raised his hands so his fingertips were resting gently on Krana’s jawbone. The thick wooden doors slammed shut, blocking the light from the setting sun.
Krana forced himself to stay still, his eyes boring holes in the god’s chest. Naaza wrapped his arms around Krana’s shoulders, pressing him tight against himself. “It is very cold here,” he said softly. “Oh yes, your village shall have a very successful harvest.”
“Your Greatness, what do you expect me to do?” Krana said, his voice steady but muffled by Naaza’s tunic.
“Keep me warm, so that I may survive another winter.”
His hand slithered under Krana’s shirt, his cold touch immediately producing goose bumps on his back. Krana shivered, and despite his instincts his blurted out, “I’m not a virgin!”
The hand on his back stopped moving.
“I, I have been with a woman. With a lot of them,” he admitted.
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