The wolf had Tyler pinned underneath him, his hot breath in the boy 's ear. John Tyler 's heart pounded in care as he smelt the origin on the brute 's breath. He had never believed the stories of savage adult than bears, wolves that could grind a man in half. But now here he was, one lording over him. Its dentition ripping through his vesture as he screamed. This is how he would die, then ? Alone and scared.

President Tyler had just gotten his first girlfriend, was finally in with the popular crowd, and now he would die. His parents never knowing what happened to him. How utterly poor and sad. The fauna sniffed his hair, and used its paw-like hands to flip him over, exposing his now naked ass. The tool licked his asscheek, tasting his pulp. John Tyler 's breathing spell caught in his throat, the creature, it wanted THAT from him ? He shuddered as a hired man with calloused paw pads stroked his limp, half in cocklette. Tyler gasped and moaned softly, his cock hardening under the governance. He winced as the wolfman 's finger nudged his crocked pinko maw, thumbing it open to dig his tongue in deep. President Tyler moaned wetly, feeling the rough wetness against the sensitive rosebud. His cock was springing to spirit as his hole was devoured hungrily by the wolf. A hand snaked between his legs to wrap around his prick, the hand curled around roughly, as if trying to twitch the life-time out of his tiny dick. He cried out in trouble pleasance, thrusting his ass back and fucking into the hand. He could n't conceive his luck, perhaps he wouldnt die at the workforce of this unknown fauna.

The animate being removed his glossa from the boy 's asshole, licking one final stripe of wetness, he stood, towering over Tyler, lined up his shaft and slammed in, howling in pleasure as the tight virginal canal spasmed hotly around him. His thrust were heavy and brutal, unrelenting as he fucked the boy. He had spent half his lifetime watching Tyler, waiting for the boy to stumble upon his mystery. That he was cursed to live half skirt chaser and one-half man. What would the boy think once he realised he was being fucked ruthlessly by his mortal opposition, the boy who had made his spirit a living hell. The brute smirked, and slammed his hips faster, the former boy was bleeding, but he didnt fear. All he cared about was his own selfish joy. The boy 's ass was milking his tool, convulsing strongly around his immense tool. The boy had no musical theme what he was doing to Wyat. How far he was driving him. He dug his claws into Tyler 's hip joint and pulled him back savagely. The tight ring around his cock was incredible, he was in paradise, his hammer stabbed against the other 's prostate, bringing pained joy to Tyler who was both moaning wetly, and pleading for it all to end. Wyatt laughed harshly and twisted Tyler 's nipple. The boy screamed as he came, sperm shooting onto the grass. The smell of cum increased Sir Thomas Wyat 's lust for the Cy Young man beneath him.

Tyler cried out weakly, his prostate over-stimulated, and raw. The wolf 's fist wrapped tighter around his poor raw cockhead and jerked him, he tried to pull away, but the fauna held on to his cock. President Tyler, worn out and fucked raw, slummed weakly against the Earth, allowing himself to be brutally fucked, pedigree seeping down his creamy Andrew Dickson White thighs. The shaft punched against his prostate and he was hit with a moving ridge of pleasure 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 face as his pushed Tyler 's pilus out his eyes and kissed him possessively on the lips. `` You 're mine now. '' Wyatt purred dangerously, his finger finding Tyler 's gob, and a rubbing against his prostate. Tyler was too drained to take in much of a spat besides feeble groaning. `` This time I 'm going to ravel you. '' Wyatt whispered in his ear.

Tyler grimaced as he was flipped over again, feeling the head of Sir Thomas Wyat 's now human being hammer against his ass, the other boy rubbed against his ass tornado, eliciting a small, scared sound from Tyler. He did n't need anymore, he was so weak from last dark 's escapades that he was sure he would die if he were fucked anymore. But James Wyatt didnt seem to care, instead he teased his way in, moaning loudly as he did. `` Such a pretty little prostitute arent you Tyler ? '' He grinned, `` I had you moaning on my pecker all dark long, '' He leaned across the other 's back to seize with teeth his ear, `` You moan like a bitch. '' He reached and twisted one of Tyler 's nipples. Groaning in both annoyance and pleasure Tyler felt his dead body betray him, his shaft stirring to life, and dripping precum. `` Yea, you like that cunt ? '' Wyat smirked, grinding lazily into Tyler 's ass canal, feathering over his prostate. He grabbed a fistful of Tyler 's blockheaded dark brownish tomentum. `` Say you like it. '' He growled dangerously.

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

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

`` Gon na do it you until you dont remember you name ! '' James Wyatt growled, biting into Tyler 's neck, hard enough to draw stemma. `` You 're my bitch now. ''

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