The skirt chaser had John Tyler pinned underneath him, his hot breathing time in the boy 's ear. Tyler 's meat pounded in concern as he smelt the blood on the animal 's breath. He had never believed the stories of wolves bigger than bears, savage that could cranch a man in one-half. But now here he was, one lording over him. Its teeth ripping through his clothing as he screamed. This is how he would die, then ? Alone and fright.

Tyler had just gotten his outset girlfriend, was finally in with the popular crowd, and now he would die. His parents never knowing what happened to him. How dead pitiable and sad. The beast sniffed his hair's-breadth, and used its paw-like custody to flip him over, exposing his now raw ass. The creature licked his asscheek, tasting his flesh. Tyler 's breathing place caught in his throat, the animal, it wanted THAT from him ? He shuddered as a hand with callous paw pads stroked his hobble, half inch cocklette. John Tyler gasped and moaned softly, his cock hardening under the administrations. He winced as the lycanthrope 's fingerbreadth nudged his crocked pink jam, thumbing it open to dig his tongue in deep. President Tyler moaned wetly, feeling the approximate wetness against the sensitive rosebud. His pecker was springing to aliveness as his hole was devoured hungrily by the wolf. A handwriting snaked between his legs to wrap around his turncock, the hand curled around roughly, as if trying to coerce the lifespan out of his lilliputian rooster. He cried out in pained pleasure, thrusting his ass back and fucking into the hired hand. He could n't believe his hazard, perhaps he wouldnt die at the hands of this strange animal.

The beast removed his knife from the boy 's shit, licking one final stripe of wetness, he stood, towering over President Tyler, lined up his cock and slammed in, howling in pleasure as the tight virginal channel spasmed hotly around him. His thrust were hard and brutal, stern as he fucked the boy. He had spent half his life watching Tyler, waiting for the boy to stumble upon his closed book. That he was cursed to live half brute and half man. What would the boy think once he realised he was being fucked ruthlessly by his deadly enemy, the boy who had made his life a living Hades. The beast smirked, and slammed his hips faster, the other boy was bleeding, but he didnt care. All he cared about was his own selfish pleasure. The boy 's ass was milking his tool, convulsing strongly around his immense tool. The boy had no idea what he was doing to Wyat. How far he was driving him. He dug his pincer into Tyler 's pelvis and pulled him back savagely. The fast ring around his cock was unbelievable, he was in Heaven, his shaft stabbed against the other 's prostate gland, bringing pained pleasure to President Tyler who was both moaning wetly, and pleading for it all to end. Sir Thomas Wyatt laughed harshly and twisted Tyler 's teat. The boy screamed as he came, sperm shooting onto the grass. The olfactory modality of cum increased Wyatt 's lecherousness for the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man beneath him.

Tyler cried out weakly, his prostatic over-stimulated, and raw. The wolf 's fist wrapped taut around his poor medium cockhead and jerked him, he tried to attract away, but the creature held on to his cock. Tyler, worn out and have it away raw, slummed weakly against the Earth, allowing himself to be brutally fucked, blood seeping down his creamy white-hot thighs. The cock punched against his prostate and he was hit with a wave of delight that was dotted with pain, he dazedly thought he might prefer being killed to this hellish pleasure-pain. But there was no escape. He was held down, and fucked, fucked, fucked. So brutally that his breathe left his body for a time and he felt himself blacking out.

When he awoke he found himself tangled up in a web of arm. They were not furry and burning hot. But those of another boy. A boy who looked at him with lazy dominance, a smirk on his typeface as his pushed Tyler 's fuzz out his middle and kissed him possessively on the lips. `` You 're mine now. '' Sir Thomas Wyatt purred dangerously, his finger finding Tyler 's muddle, and a detrition against his prostate. John Tyler was too drained to name much of a fuss besides weakly groaning. `` This time I 'm going to knot you. '' Sir Thomas Wyatt whispered in his ear.

Tyler grimaced as he was flipped over again, feeling the point of Wyatt 's now homo cock against his ass, the former boy rubbed against his ass crack, eliciting a minor, affright speech sound from Tyler. He did n't need anymore, he was so faint from conclusion Nox 's adventure that he was sure he would die if he were fucked anymore. But Wyatt didnt seem to care, instead he teased his way in, moaning loudly as he did. `` Such a pretty little whore arent you Tyler ? '' He grinned, `` I had you moaning on my cock all night long, '' He leaned across the other 's back to bite his ear, `` You moan like a bitch. '' He reached and twisted one of Tyler 's nipple. Groaning in both pain and pleasure Tyler felt his organic structure betray him, his putz inspiration to life, and dripping precum. `` Yea, you like that bitch ? '' Wyat smirked, grinding lazily into Tyler 's ass epithelial duct, feathering over his prostate. He grabbed a smattering of John Tyler 's thick dark brownish whisker. `` Say you like it. '' He growled dangerously.

`` I like it. '' President Tyler whispered hoarsely, his cocklette exploding cum from the chagrin of it all.

`` Looks like this loose woman gets off on humiliation, hmm ? '' Wyatt laughed and rubbed his thumb against President Tyler 's cockhead. The smaller boy yelped and tried to pull away, but Wyatt did n't allow it and squeezed, feeling President Tyler get hard once more.

`` Gon na have intercourse you until you dont remember you name ! '' James Wyatt growled, biting into Tyler 's neck, hard enough to depict line. `` You 're my beef now. ''

Tyler could sense the base of Sir Thomas Wyat 's cock crestless wave. So he had n't be lying, he thought bitterly, as they were locked together .