"W-wait! Someone's comi- ah!" Dylan's gasps were muffled with a kiss that made his legs go weak. "Want me to stop?" The whisper made him shudder. "...no, b-but there's-" "Then be a good boy and focus on me. Spread your legs.” Dylan as an innocent college student knew what he wanted in a guy and coincidentally, the Waltson’s, their new neighbor, had a son Theo who was a perfect fit. But sadly straight and also not single. Aiming to drink out his sorrows at the school party and move on was an act he did not see ending with him sleeping with someone, but having no idea who it was the next morning. Soon, his hunt for the truth gets narrowed down to the Waltson's, and he gets faced with the late realization that Theo wasn’t the only son of the Waltson's. With his elder brother, Lucas, and a mute twin, Kyle, his options of his drunk one night widens from one to three. Lucas and Theo had been present at the party, and Dylan saw his only chance of knowing the truth was getting closer to them. But to do that, he needed the help of Kyle who was anything but nice to him. His constant glares, his mischievous smiles, and his hand signs that get interpreted into nothing but lies. Almost like he was trying his best to keep him away from his brothers. And just when he thought that, he takes up the initiative to search up a sign Kyle had shown to him. ^^You and him are never going to work out. I'll make sure of that.^^ In the game of finding out what Kyle meant by that, he stumbles across something even bigger. The Waltson's secret
View MoreDylan's body grow hot as he felt a hand slowly trail up his chest, a soft gasp escaping his lips from the hot and wet feel on his nipples that twitched in expectancy. His shut eyes carefully fell open to meet a feast for the eyes.
Honey brown eyes, brown hair, a bare upper body that flexed in the right places with every move and a smile that said he was about to be eaten up. And his face, just the perfect one he's been dreaming of. This... this was what gets him going. "You're quite the impatient one, aren't you?" The thick seductive voice of his soon to be predator made his meat between his legs twitch, he bit down on his lower lip and his hips carefully thrusts up in a plead. He couldn't wait anymore, he wanted to be touched and made into a mess. "It's hot." Getting the message, his predators hands slowly trailed back down his chest till they got between his legs, spreading them wide open. Before Dylan could get flushed up about how exposed he was, a head went down his legs and he arched back with a moan. "Haa!" The ecstasy and thrill of being sucked off, the hot thrust that sends a shock through him with every minute while his nipples get played with, he loved it so much it made his head fuzzy. But it wasn't enough, he wanted more, his insides pulsed for more so bad. With the heat getting to his head, he pulls his predators head off him and begged without a hint of shame. "Can you just fuck me already?" His predator fell silent for a minute, then without a warning, Dylan watched his lovely brown eyes glow a changed red as a nasty smirk pulled up his lips. His voice took a deeper tone that made Dylan almost burst out, and he said. "As you wish... Dylan." The last thing Dylan remembered was being pounced on and blinking to find himself flinch back to reality on his bed. What just happened? "Have a nice dream?" His head shot to the side to see his sister going through his wardrobe like she owned it. "Bree? Ugh, what are you doing in my room?" he dragged groggily, pulling his sheet over his chest while being thankful that it hadn't fallen off as usual. "Don't mind me, I'm just here for your green hoodie and I'll be on my way," she glanced back and shot her annoying smile at him. "You can go back to dreaming whatever you were." His confidence drained by a lot as he silently prayed he hadn't mumbled some words out of his dream, they weren't pleasant words to hear especially since no one knows why he's stayed single his whole life. "Get out." "Already," she pulled out the hoodie "on my way out." She made her way out and when he heard his door shut, a loud sigh escaped his mouth as he slumped back down his pillow. The wet feel between his legs made him peek down his blanket. "Really?" he sighed again. He couldn't remember when he'd last had that. And what was up with the last part of his dream? Fangs and glowing eyes? Has his wish of being roughed up finally made him insane that he would dream of a human-beast going down on him? "You're crazy Dylan," he mumbled to himself, his eyes still on the ceiling. A minute of silence passed and the next thing he found himself do was smile. "But his voice was so hot. And that face... that face..." His brow pulled up, that face... he couldn't remember the face. He sat up straight and shut his eyes. Was he stupid? How could he? How could he forget such a face? A face that shook him up so much he could literally still feel the aftereffect. "His face..." he carefully searched his memory. The veiny hands, his hot body, his smirk, his gaze, they were all so clear. His face, slowly started to form, his face... his- ah! He could see it, slightly, he could see it, the blurry image was coming together. "It's comi-" "Hey, Dylan," his door flung open. "I heard your department's holding a party today? You're going right?" Ignore her. You're almost there. "Dylan," she called again, "Dylan... Dylan! Are you ignoring me?!" Almost. "Haa. Some hot guys just moved in next door." His eyes flew open "What?" She gave him a dead look and rolled her eyes. "Stupid, are you going or not?" His eyes fluttered in embarrassment, he fell for it. "Why are you asking me that?" "Because I want to know if you're going or not." "Why are still concerned about what we do at school. Didn't you graduate like five years ago?" "That was last year you dimwit," she glared, ready to throw a punch. "It's for the freshmen, okay? So no, I have no business with that." "But aren't you one of the committee?" His brain did a quick reset. "Ugh, right." "Good to know, then." she smiled and stepped out before he could say anything else. He shook his head tiredly and got up. He should freshen up, he thought while making his way to his bathroom. His eyes met the mirror and he leaned against the washbasin while giving his whole life a quick run through. Dylan Kerwood. 22 years old college student, currently taking biomedical engineering, side hobby is drawing hot guys and staring at hot guys, secretly gay, single, and looking for a hot man of perfection to fuck him up, destroy him from the inside while he sticks his hot dick inside his mouth while taking him from behind with his fingers, making him unable to think and beg for his life while being spanked so hard his whole body aches in ecstasy. He chuckled. Just kidding... by a quarter. How glad he was that no one could read his mind. Soon after he was done cleaning and dressing up, while also being bombarded with questions from his parents to why he was up so early, he took an early breakfast and stepped out for an errand. His classes weren't until noon, and he'd cleared off all the workload he had in preparation for the night party the previous day. He had some time to kill. He swung the door open but froze immediately he stepped on his front porch, his first line of sight being the load truck parked next door. His eyes lit up. "Bree wasn't lying." he said while unconsciously taking short steps back to sneak a good look in. A curious smile took up his lips while he mumbled to himself. "Does that mean the hot boys are also real." As soon as he said that, he heard someone call out. "I'll get that, you go check if I got the pack." For a minute, Dylan felt his breath get taken away. Was there ever a time there was no flaw in his type? No, never. It's either, brown haired but no hot body, brown hair and eyes but no glaze, nice body... but blond. Anyway, there was always one issue or the other that shattered his perfectly built image according to his taste. His taste was a basic one and he knew that much, so he would ask himself why it was so hard to find. However, "Oh..." for the first time in his life, "My hot daze." Honey brown beady eyes that has its glaze nature shine even more beautifully in the sun... despite him staring at the man atop the truck which Dylan had zero interest in, soft brown hair that swayed along with the wind, his body flexed as he grabbed two of the boxes and placed each on a his bare shoulders that begged to be licked through his sleeveless shirt. His lips were the epitome of heaven and his sexy smirk directed at something almost made Dylan's legs go weak. "He's perfect." he found himself whisper. Just as he watched the perfect guy of his dreams walk back to the house, he got too engrossed in checking him out that he didn't think much of it when he stopped walking. Without a warning, he spun around and their eyes met. All it took Dylan was a second to embarrass himself. He spun around as fast as he could- maybe a little too much, forgetting he'd hid himself so much in the corner. His head came in contact with the wall and he fell back to the floor with a silent yelp. "Fuck!" he groaned out a squeak, clutching hard at the new part of his head that now seemed to hold a piece of his brain. "Shit, shit... shit!" He let out a quiet cry. "Hey neighbor, you good?" Shit! The concerned voice came closer than expected, and the next thing Dylan could think of was to quietly roll back to his door, pull it open and without looking back, went in and shut the door. "Dylan, you're back already?" his mom asked in surprise. His face pulled up a squeeze as he wished he could cry out his pain that couldn't be put into words. Remember what he said about his type not working out for one reason or the other? Another he hated the most... was how he always does something stupid and embarrassing around them. "Stupid wall. I think I cracked my head." he slid down the door in tears. Out of nowhere, a knock fell on the door and he thought his heart flew out of his mouth. Why was he knocking on their door? "Dylan would you quit playing around and see who's at the door?" "I think I left my phone in the room." his legs scrambled around and he ran past his mom straight up to his room. "W- Dylan!" He kept quiet and tried to listen in on the conversation he was going to have with his mom, but he couldn't hear a thing. So he carefully pulled the door open and was greatly disappointed to hear his mom call out. "It's the milkman, Dylan."“Hmff…”They all watched Dylan sniffle quietly on Kyle's bed after they had finally gotten him to calm down. Yet as the four of them stood in front of him, including Kyle who had changed back into his human form and gotten dressed, while the others had gotten Dylan off the floor, they all didn't know what next to do.“Uh-” Dylan finally spoke, his tired voice now calm and undoubtedly embarrassed. “Sorry about that guys, I'm fine now so could you all stop, looking so worried?”“Haa, I thought for sure he had said something bad to you.” Lucas spoke first, side eyeing him. “ You sure you okay?”“You need anything?” Theo asked concernedly.“Perhaps a kiss from the one who caused this would do the trick.” Aaron chuckled in a tease but had his smile fade off when all eyes glared in his direction.**Why is this dumbest piece of shit in my room anyways?** He found himself grunt quietly before turning his attention back to Dylan. He looked less shaken, but his eyes had gone red from crying.
**This blabbering idiot, I should've thrown him out the window.** Kyle thought with a serious look. Now Dylan felt worried. Was there a dark side of Kyle that he had been turning a blind eye to? “H-how're you going to let him down?” he found himself ask and saw Kyle grow nervous. **Shit, I used my powers to keep him up there but I can't do it again in front of Dylan. And I also can't leave this idiot in here.** Powers? **I hate lying to him but I have to.** ^^Could you help me get a… scissors from Lucas. I need one to get him down.^^ Dylan squinted and questioned how he should take his request after hearing such thought. He was obviously trying to get him out of the room so should he play along for now? “O-okay.” He got up, deciding to go along with it despite his itch to know what exactly Kyle was trying to hide. He stepped out, but surprisingly, two steps was all it took to hear a loud thud from the room while Kyle rushed out. **Dylan! Oh.** ^^You can come back now, I fou
“Okay.” Dylan nodded, oblivious to what Kyle had to say next. **Would it be better to explain it to him before showing him? Would that freak him out less? It didn't work on his parents though.** His parents? He thought, what do they have to do with this? **Ugh, whatever.** He watched Kyle proceed to sit back on the floor and begin with his signs. ^^So, I have this thing… it's literally a curse based on who placed it on me, but the truth is… I can change into a dog.^^ Dylan blinked, his head cocking forward in confusion. “Sorry, could you show me that again? I think I misread it.” ^^No, you didn't.^^ His eyes searched Kyle's confident gaze, what he read didn't seem like what had been intended. “I read that as dog, I'm sure that's not what you said.” Kyle pursed his lips, and the next act of him proceeding not to correct him made Dylan go silent. **He's staring at me like I've gone mad, but I have to see this to the end.** ^^Remember my Aunt's dog? Skylar” He squinted, the
It took Dylan a minute and a step back to realize what he had done. His hand cupped his mouth and his eyes almost popped out. “Oh my…” Just when he thought it couldn't get worse, the figure from the side which they hadn't noticed the whole time, called their attention. Their heads turned at the same time to see Kyle remain frozen at the other end of the room. And Dylan's heart broke from the look on his look. “Ky-” “Kyle,” Theo beat him to it. With no regard to what they had to say, Kyle turned away quietly and stepped out of the kitchen. “K-Kyle, hold on.” Theo stepped out after him, leaving Dylan still with cupped lips and a look of disbelief. What did he just do?… What, the fuck, did he just do? His legs finally moved forward and he stepped out of the kitchen. He had never messed up so much in one day… no, in less than an hour! “Kyle, at least listen.” Theo's voice called him to the stairs, and he walked over to see Theo standing up the first end while calling up cautious
“Ugh!” Theo's loud groan didn't register in his head as his body suddenly lost all the strength they had. “D-Dylan, Dylan I think I broke somethin...”His head shot up in a panic, and his words left through his whisper as he met the confused brown eyed gaze. “Hide me.” His fear getting the best of him caused him to ramble on. “There's– there's a gold dressed maniac following me because I punched him in the face and ran off after biting his hand. But I had to because he pulled a gun to my side and threatened me to stay in the bus after his eyes went crazy.” “Wh… what?!” Theo's gaze of confusion turned to concern in a second while he sat up straight and held him close. His eyes scanning the area at once. “He just got down at the stop, he definitely followed me so please hide me.” he didn't realize his voice had gone shaky until he compared Theo’s calm tone to his. “If you're right then we should get you inside. A gun?” Theo looked scared for him while he tried to get them up. Still
He blinked. **What?** “Selective amnesia to be precise, according to the doctor.” Mr. Kerwood chipped in.His gaze returned to Mrs. Kerwood who wasn't trying to hide her guilt behind her face squeeze. “I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for that to happen.”**W-wait, hold on.**He grabbed his phone and typed in. ~~How sure are you about this? I mean… how did you find out?~~“After the day I told him we lost you, I thought his character was a little odd. He asked a lot of questions that didn't seem… sound, his voice was barely audible yet he talked a lot, and he would tear up anytime we brought him food.”**That's not odd, that's just Dylan being Dylan.**“I thought these were all his coping mechanism or something so I tried to cheer him up. I asked if he still missed his dog and the next thing he asked me was… what dog?”What?“I thought he was joking about it and just didn't want to talk about it so I didn't pressure him for days. In all honesty, it's more like I wasn't even sure, I'd
"Hah," she exhaled in relief, her teary eyes holding a hint of excitement. Her voice softened up and her shoulders slumped. “Thank goodness you're alive.”Alive?Of course he was. Why would she think he was dea-ohhh!Right, he remembered. A second after Mrs. Kerwood had managed to pull Dylan in his hold out of the house, the wood had given out in the fire and he had been caught inside. He really thought that was the end of him, yet he could only find himself worrying about Dylan.He was alive thanks to Heralis.But could he say 'thanks' to her when she simply ripped him off more of his rights and was still trying to kill him off? He did find out that day that she was the one behind his husky curse after all.**Haa, whatever.**They didn't need to know that. He was going to find a way out of his mess one way or the other."H-how did you make it out?" Mrs. Kerwood took a step closer with her concerned gaze instantly taking a questioning turn. "Does Dylan know this? Oh my goodness, this
Locked up in a different room and chained down like the dog he was, felt merciful on their end. But not on his. He couldn't stay still when the last picture he saw was the kid lying unconscious and bleeding out. His 'father' had only ordered Cornor to pick him up after cursing out in annoyance. While the man had dragged him by the fur over to a different room, after a few kick and more curses. And Kyle had let it be because he couldn't bring himself to fight back. It was all his fault. If he hadn't put himself in that position, the boy wouldn't have gone through that. "You better stay still right here and be quiet. Unless you want to see your friend get hurt again." the man threatened and all he could let out was a whimper. How could he do anything after hearing that? He was scared. He couldn't tell what was going on outside with the kid. Is he going to be okay? With how his father treated him, he was more worried if they were actually paying proper attention to his wounds.? He
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER INCLUDES CHILD VIOLENCE, READ WITH A PREPARED MIND. “...done…ing it.” “...a tracking dog?” “It doesn't look like it, sir.” The faint voices slowly cleared up in Kyle's ears, his consciousness seeping back in. “What do we do with it?” His eyes fell open to the stranger in a lab coat squatting in front of him. He looked unfamiliar, and so did the bright white room. Shifting his gaze to the side a bit further down the room, he felt a shiver run up his spine at the sight of the other man in the room, who also had on a lab coat and was the one who had shot him to sleep. The boy's father. **Shit, I messed up.” his body moved groggily, the effect of the drug still weighing him down. **How did I let myself get caught to become dog meat?** “Take him away,” the man said, his gaze not fixed in his direction, but at something else. “We'll feed him to the kid once he's awake.” **No.** The person closer to him moved to obey and he panicked. The kid meant it.
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