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 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
Prologue: 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
Chapter 1: A Hopeful Future In Strange Surroundings Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Trembling pale hands held the barely visible and sweat-soaked white paper formerly crumbled and filled with a good degree of wrinkles after having been stored away in the back pocket of tight-fitting blue jeans as a young pale-looking lad sixteen years of age with unkempt dirty blond locks and inquisitive blue eyes amplified in size behind shining eyeglasses seemed to be out of sorts upon arrival to the massive school that loomed before him. He had not been much to look at being of average height and lacking any sort of physical advantage in terms of looks. He was reduced to simply being a "typical nerd" from middle school and up through high school. He'd found himself shoved into quite a few lockers and trash cans over the long four-year route to get to this point. The point in his life when his decision to attend a four-year college due to the excellent tuition program an
Chapter 2: The Complexities Of Settling In Porter's Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Nightfall had been upon them by the time Porter Fulton finally unpacked his last box and did away with any lingering articles of waste in terms of what was left over from his settling in. Being the neat freak that he'd always seemed to come in handy more often than not as he managed to clear away everything and unpack it neatly after establishing himself in his new room. The spacious apartment-like bungalow had been ideal for his new comfort zone even with the naked brute being across the front room and up to no good, but he could hardly blame him. If his body had not been so pathetically below average in terms of muscle mass and mediocre in the looks department he might have felt like a king of sorts among beautiful women as well. Porter sighed as he plopped down onto his new bed, a single twin bed with a good deal of book casing and a few end tables th
Chapter 3: An Early Morning Blunder Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... The call of nature had been one that even an exhausted Porter Fulton had not been able to resist as he slowly roused from his tumultuous slumber and slowly made his way toward his bedroom door. In the middle of the night, he had been under the impression that he'd taken off his shirt while attempting to get comfortable while sleeping only to toss it about the room in the middle of the night. Porter shuffled from the bedroom and out into the front room toward the bathroom where he'd been of the mind to relieve himself of the intense pressure on his bladder in the wake of climbing out of bed. The cool air had not made his need any better as he moved about the front room ignoring the fact that the clothes belonging to the girls from the previous night had disappeared in the wake of their hasty morning exit from the living quarters and Conway's attire still littered the floor.
Chapter 4: Awkwardness Thy Name Is Porter Outside The Main Building, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... First impressions had been the damnedest thing as Porter Fulton found himself moving about the vast campus of his new school still as clueless as he'd been during his first arrival. He had been walking quite a bit before running into an apparent student aid making her rounds along the campus happily assisting lost students and new students alike. She'd been quite the artistic type given that she seemed to favor her dark tie-dye shirt and blue streaks that lined her dark locks. She had green eyes when seen up close and looked to be about Porter's age despite her vast experience with the college. "Hey, you look lost, can I offer you any assistance?" she asked with a cheery smile despite her appearance. "I am lost and relatively new here," admitted Porter pleased that someone had been of the mind to help him. "I've just come from bungalow 13 and got a bit tu
Chapter 5: A Whole School Of Freaks Outside The Main Building, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter could not believe what he'd been told let alone what he'd witnessed when he'd been in gym class. Conway Rollins, his roommate had been a rather large and brutal werewolf and easily slammed and tossed about the other large and powerful muscled brutes that happened also to be werewolves. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck as he attempted to make his way toward the heavy double doors only to be pounced upon by a rather giddy Conway Rollins who had reverted from his werewolf form to wrestle the smaller pale nerd amid the blue mattresses. Porter had been caught completely off guard by how easily Conway had lifted him off the ground and slammed him onto his back before pinning him to the mattress. While it was softer than the floor, it was still a hard mattress and smelled like old gym socks which caused Porter to bite back a gag. Conway had been so stro
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