Having just arrived at the mysterious and apparently well-put-together Timber Creek School of Fine Arts, a timid nerd by the name of Porter Austin Fulton finds himself out of sorts as much as he had ever been back in his former hometown. That was until he found himself bunking in the infamous Bungalow 13 where the rebellious and the loud had been housed due to a lack of space in his originally chosen dorm. Of the most prominent rebels in the school, The most infamous of the offenders in terms of rebellion and loudness, Conri F. Rollins, or "Conway" as everyone called him,unfortunately for Porter they are forced to become bunkmates and he finds out the hard way what moonlight does to a high profile college wrestling jock.
Lihat lebih banyakPrologue: Decompensation In Desolation
The Men's Restroom, Unknown Pub, Unknown Location, Outskirts Of Wakefield...
One drink seemed to be all it took to make the world of a rather optimistic and cheery young man go from a happy-go-lucky bliss to a downward spiral of agony in the wake of his body attempting to expel what was believed to have been poison as his perception changed rather drastically in the wake of the terror that filled him. Just one drink, from a local pub where the bartender seemed to be on the payroll of a group of odd thugs that frequented the place. He'd been a rather charming old man, the spiking of the younger lad's drink notwithstanding, as he set about wiping down the wooden countertops and making small talk with those brave enough to venture past his doors in search of a drink and company.
The thugs had been the height of the scholastic royalty being rich, obnoxious, and having family lines that went back generations with a good deal of prestige and money. The leader of the trio of upper-crust thugs had been someone that the rather unfortunate lad had crossed on more than one occasion and as a result, he'd been paying the price in terms of his dry heaving in the bathroom as he began to feel the onset of something racing through his bloodstream that made him experience severe disorientation, a heaviness in his legs, and dizziness like one wouldn't believe.
The terror and the sweating had been almost unbearable, but nothing compared to the heat that filled him as he felt his average-sized cock swell within the confines of his jeans. He blinked as his vision blurred and found himself sinking toward a small pace he didn't identify only for it to have been him slowly collapsing once he turned away from the toilet he'd spent the better part of several minutes vomiting in.
The next thing he knew everything had gone dark as the world appeared to have gotten smaller and smaller.
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Dark Alley, Unknown Location.....
Barely conscious following his collapse in what he had managed to recall being the Men's room of a local pub, An unbearable heat continued to run through his body as he found himself shirtless and drenched in sweat as rough hands moved along his bare chest, but not in a means of affection. He felt the stinging sensation of having been struck and the warmth of his blood that oozed down his mouth which swelled and hurt on and off again as he blinked or rather tried to blink away the blurriness of his vision, he could barely make out the figures of three college age boys, much like he'd been standing over him until one kicked at him his foot landing into his stomach as he rolled in reaction to the pain confused about everything in that moment.
The stench of urine and old water had been all around as well as oil from a few cars and the rancid wafting of the silver garbage cans that lined the back of whatever brick building he'd found himself beaten up behind. His heart was beating about a mile per minute as the cruelest of the boys, wearing something that looked like a red letterman jacket moved to pull down the ailing lad's jeans stripping him down to his white boxer shorts as he laughed and mocked him along with the other two assailants.
More pain and stinging heat prickled the ailing lad's now exposed body as he rolled into a ball to keep his vital organs from being kicked as the angry trio continued to beat him in the wake of the night. He had barely been of the mind to brace for another round of attacks when something suddenly growled in the distance and before he knew it screams of terror filled his ears as he faded in and out of consciousness as he heard whoever had come to get the attackers' collective attention had unleashed a bit of violence upon them as comeuppance for what they had done to him.
The ailing lad did his best to blink through his confusion as he noted another rugged young man, semi-recognizable in terms of his deep baritone voice and rough hands that had been more along the lines of cautious assistance than looking to cause outright pain. He barely made out the tight white t-shirt and blue jeans he wore as his shoulder-length dark brown hair wrapped around his rather large ears and his worried blue eyes noted the condition the still ailing lad had been in.
"Port?" said the gruff voice of the older rugged young man with a good deal of anger and concern behind his tone. "Port what the hell....sons of bitches....I gotta get you outta here."
The ailing lad attempted to protest being lifted off the ground in his current condition by the big strong arms of the older rugged young man but it was to no avail as he'd been lifted with relative ease as he found himself with his cheek pressed against the massive muscled chest hidden behind the tight white t-shirt of the rugged young man that appeared to have come to his rescue.
A wave of embarrassment made the ailing lad's cheeks blaze with heat in addition to whatever was still running rampant through his system as he found himself cradled like a baby in the older boy's arms. A few brisk steps and they were well away from the darkened alley, the cool night air felt good against the half-naked lad's sweat-slick pale skin as they moved faster than anything he had ever known in terms of transportation.
The delayed notion of recognition, possibly due to the familiar scent of the thick cologne that he had become accustomed to since coming to this neck of the woods had been what sparked his mind into recalling just whom it had been that was carrying him amid the darkened streets in a bid to get him to warmth and safety.
"C-Conway." came the name of the strong rugged young man from the lips of the ailing lad whom he had apparently carried.
The ailing lad known as "Port" had been at least a little settled as he found himself once again losing consciousness while being carried in the powerful arms of his now-recognized roommate.
For the first time since he'd come to this place, he'd felt safe despite his condition and it just so happened to have been when he was in the massive arms of the infamous wrestling jock that had been something of a pain in the arse ever since he'd moved into Bungalow 13.
Several Months Earlier...
Chapter 46: The Branches Of FateThe Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton's whimpers continued to fill the deep woods as he found himself once more at the mercy of Conway Rollins and his massive Alpha wolf cock pummeling his hidden sex amid the looming trees that had been the only spectators when it came to their unceremonious union once the likes of Owen Clark had departed from them. Conway's deep and feral growls filled the open air as he continued to have his way with Porter not at all phased by the elements nor the younger confused lad's constant attempts to get as far away from him as possible. Conway's nostrils flared as he continued his frenzied pace, as Porter's moans became more frequent and difficult to decipher as the older brute continued to jolt his young body along the forest floor. Both werewolves found themselves covered in a thick sheen of sweat as their unseemly act commenced, Conway himself had been drenched in the wake of t
Chapter 45: Primal PursuitsThe Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Whimpers and snarls abound had been resounding through the deep woods as Conway Rollins continued to pummel the slick secondary sex of the lesser werewolf Porter Fulton. Snarls erupted from both the brute and the lesser beast as their act commenced, Conway's larger frame flexed as he pinned Porter to the forest floor desperate and raging as he pumped his thick cock in and out of his chosen mate who had remained in denial about their true association. Unable to help himself, Porter whimpered as Conway continued to pound his sodden sex in a desperate attempt to lay claim to his hidden womb wanting only to fill it with his pups as soon as possible in the wake of finding him amid the endless see of other howlers who had not at all been compatible. Porter continued his whimpering as he realized that Conway had once again been inside him and was desperate to see his belly swell with pups once he'
Chapter 44: A Lesson In The Ways Of NatureThe Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton had not been looking forward to the fact that he once more had class out in the woods with Mr. Fowler. The last time he'd been subjected to wolfish training, he had sprained an ankle amid a hike around The Knotting Tree and ended up with the strange ancient tree's spores getting to him that left him on the business end of Conway Rollins' thick cock for days on end. He had not been too keen on the fact that Owen Clark had been in class either knowing what he knew about them and how Conway held control over both their bodies when the rut had gotten the better of him. Upon his arrival, Porter took full notice of Conway, his muscle-ripped chest had been bare and his eyes were as wild as ever. It didn't take a master study in the ways of wolfish behaviors for the lad to know that his roommate had been given to the effects of the rut and would pounce at a moment's noti
Chapter 43: Companions At Best The Courtyard, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter had managed to put what happened between himself and Conway Rollins out of his mind for the time being but he had done so with great difficulty, the massive brute had been so good at twisting and pummeling his weary body that he had been almost sorry that he'd left him when he did. The rather confused lad attempted to make sense of why things had gotten so hectic when it came to his wolfish nature and Conway's designs upon him as a result of its late discovery. It had been to no avail as Embrey made her way toward him a glint behind her eyes as she approached with a wide smile filed across her lovely face. He could smell her magic a mile away as she approached him curious as to what had been keeping him from class for the past few days. "Long time no see Wolfie," she said greeting him warmly. Up close Porter had been reminded of her blue hair and the stench of magic that m
Chapter 42: More Untimely AwkwardnessPorter's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... The rather weary blue eyes of Porter Fulton opened to find that he'd been in the familiar confines of his bedroom but he'd been still naked as he lay on his bed with one of his blue sheets draped over his bare waist covering his bare cock as he looked up at the ceiling. He felt a bit of residual soreness and then some as he slowly came to his senses attempting to assess what had taken place since the last time he'd been conscious. The intense burning sensation that filled his body and compelled him to seek out and submit to the Alpha brute Conway Rollins had been gone or subsided due to multiple encounters to sate it for the time being. Embarrassment had been the first thing that came to mind once Porter Fulton had gotten back to his senses as he recalled how easily he'd bent over for Conway's cock begging for it and whimpering as he took him in the kitchen
Chapter 41: The Worst Fears Of A Jealous HeartThe Kitchen, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Unable to help himself, Porter Fulton found himself giving more and more to the will of his wolf as he submitted before the more powerful commands of the Alpha whose thick cock invaded the younger Gamma's hidden sex determined and desperate while pumping deeper and harder than ever before the primal desperation and mutual sensation the only thing on either of their collective beast blood filled minds as their bodies clashed amid the hardwood and kitchen furniture. Snarles and harsh breaths accompanied by whimpers filled the kitchen as Porter's front claws dug into the hardwood flooring below, as his pale arse raised high in the air eager for the rough hands to move along his bare flesh as the heat between them only seemed to intensify and Conway's larger muscle-bound body mounted him his abs flexed in the wake of his thrusts into Porter's hidden sloppy sex
Chapter 40: Reeling From Bliss The Kitchen, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter hissed rather gingerly as he found himself still wrapped in Conway's rather strong embrace and with the massive cock still lodged inside him pulsing rather slowly as the fog of lust lifted and he was drenched in sweat and still very much naked with his own smaller cock resting against his inner thigh and chilled from the cool breeze that filled the kitchen. He moaned involuntarily getting Conway's attention as the brute began to nibble at the flesh of his neck once more inhaling his scent as his thick appendage continued to pulse inside the Gamma werewolf. Porter's messy brown hair had cascaded about his face, longer than he had liked it to be and slick from all the activity-driven sweat. He had felt little more than minor aches given the strenuous activity he'd been enduring and participating in with Conway Rollins under the directive of his rather brazen and u
Chapter 39: A Primal PulseThe Kitchen, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton had taken the last bite of his eggs before his plate was completely clean and looked down at the table. He could feel the hulking brute Conway's rough hands move along his bare hips and grip him tight as he found himself being bounced up and down on the massive thick cock that had been inside his heated sex as he attempted to finish off his breakfast. The sensation of lust had filled his young naked body and even his own smaller pale cock throbbed with need and became aroused as Conway's lips and teeth grazed Porter's exposed soft flesh as he took in the scent of the younger lad's body. A low growl rumbled from deep within the larger Alpha werewolf's throat as Conway began to crave more friction from the smaller body that rode his cock. Porter whimpered at the sensation of being stretched so deeply as he gripped the table with his hands, not at all noticing how
Chapter 38: A Surprisingly Caring BruteConway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Once again Porter Fulton found himself awakening back inside his living quarters but he'd been shockingly lying in Conway Rollins' bed in place of his own, it had alarmed him at first to find that he'd been naked from head to toe, and decidedly sore from intense use between his slender pale thighs with something of a dull ache about his average sized cock, which had been flaccid and spent from what he understood to have been overuse. Lying on his back and taking in the rather luxurious but foreign sighting that had been his roommate's bedroom, Porter found himself questioning how his life had gotten so turned upside down.He had hoped to distinguish himself with academics only to find that he'd been born as a formerly dormant Gamma werewolf and even worse couldn't seem to control the beast's sexual urges when it came to the hulking Alpha brute he'd been for
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