Night of the Werewolves
Copyright© 2026 by Tristan Tharp
Chapter 10
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Flynn hoped his life of humiliation under the tyranny of his overbearing stepfather would end when he reached his 18th birthday. It didn't. Crossing that milestone only brought him to the strange world of his new boarding school. Within its walls were a coven of witches, a succubus, assorted monsters of indescribable species, and... of course... werewolves. He'd thought he had no privacy before. Now his privacy, and his body, are being continually violated in ways he could never have imagined.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma mt Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Horror Humor School Paranormal Magic Were animal Demons Humiliation Spanking Gang Bang Anal Sex Enema Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Violence
After the last class of the day, Flynn headed across campus towards his dorm to rest a while before dinner. He needed more than a rest. He needed to sleep for at least a week. The emotional toll of the day had exhausted him.
He noticed Stevens, the head boy of his dormitory, talking to two other upperclassmen. One of the boys was a redhead, the other blond. Flynn knew they were the head boys of the school’s other two dorms. They were all staring at him intently.
Flynn was sure he knew why. He had no doubt they’d seen the videos from that morning. At least they weren’t laughing at him like everyone else on campus, teachers included. He guessed head boys were required to show more decorum.
The coming night would bring a full moon. Although it was only late afternoon at the moment, that pale orb was already visible in the blue sky over the other boys’ heads. Flynn glanced at it briefly, wishing he was there rather than here. Life on Earth was becoming unbearable.
After walking around the corner of the old, obsolete auditorium building, Flynn ran into something solid. At first he thought he’d hit a tree. He wasn’t that lucky. The obstacle in his path was Mitch, the captain of the football team who hated Flynn more than any other scrawny little dork on campus. Walking in front of an oncoming bus would’ve been preferable.
Mitch’s wordless threat in the locker room had been twisting Flynn’s insides with anxiety for hours. As he glowered down at Flynn, hands balled into fists, it was obvious that threat was about to become a reality.
Before Flynn even had time to shriek, Mitch grabbed him and easily slung him over his shoulder, then carried the terrified, struggling captive through a side door in the building and down a dark stairway. Flynn pleaded to be released, he cried, he screamed, not even ashamed at how pathetic he must seem. Mitch ignored him as he entered a dim, dusty basement corridor cluttered with old chairs, desks, filing cabinets, and cobwebs, and dust. At the end of the hallway was his destination, a long unused supply closet.
Lots of boys had seen the abduction outside. They’d all quickly looked away and breathed sighs of relief that they weren’t the target. Mitch’s propensity for violence was well known.
The closet’s overhead fluorescent lights sputtered to life as Mitch hit the wall switch with his fist. The room was large and empty, with cinderblock walls and a dirty beige linoleum floor. Flynn, still hanging over Mitch’s shoulder, looked around in despair. This was a particularly a grungy and desolate place to die.
Once Mitch slammed the door, he dropped Flynn and said, “Strip. I want you naked for this. Naked ... just like that bitch Coleman saw me and my team.”
Flynn knew the entire building was empty. He’d even heard it was haunted. Everyone stayed away, whether they admitted to believing such tales or not. No matter what Mitch did to him, no one would come to his rescue. He couldn’t even save himself. Mitch was twice his size and had a palpable rage burning in his eyes and infusing his entire muscled mass.
Flynn was more terrified than he’d ever been in his life. He was visibly shaking.
Mitch said, “I told you to get your ass naked. I won’t tell you again.” He raised a huge, clenched fist. Flynn yelped and began frantically pulling his clothes off. He didn’t even hesitate to peel out of his underwear. Mitch had said naked, and he obviously meant it.
Being completely bare while Mitch was still clothed made Flynn feel even more vulnerable. Mitch looked him over and gave a derisive laugh. “Your cock is big, like it actually belongs to a man. Too bad the rest of you doesn’t measure up.”
He stepped closer. “You like me seeing you naked?”
Startled, Flynn said, “No. It’s ... it’s...”
Mitch demanded, “It’s what?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Good. You should be embarrassed. You should be absolutely mortified. You just stripped naked because another guy told you to. All I had to do was raise my fist and you folded. You’re pathetic. Now turn around and face the wall.
“What are you going to do?” Flynn whimpered.
“Whatever the hell I want. You’re obviously not going to resist.”
Mitch grabbed Flynn and forced him around, shoving him into the rough cinderblock wall. The team captain pushed himself into Flynn and ground his hips into his victim’s bottom. Flynn could feel a hardness growing between Mitch’s legs.
Mitch said, “I like a little foreplay first to really get me in the mood.”
For a few minutes, he made grunting sounds as he satisfied himself by rubbing his still clothed but fully erect penis into the terrified Flynn. His hands slid up and down Flynn’s bare sides and hips, sometimes venturing around to his stomach and even lower. When his fingers would run through Flynn’s pubic hair and brush the base of his penis, he’d retreat. But at the same time, he’d shove himself even harder against his captive’s bottom.
Mitch crooned, “You like that, don’t you? You like a man’s hands all over your body.”
“I don’t,” Flynn said through gritted teeth.
Mitch said, “And you like my cock against your ass. Admit it. You want it, you little pansy-ass pipsqueak. I bet you’d like it more if I pulled it out of my pants and shoved it up inside you. I know you’d like that. You let that Coleman bitch finger-fuck you. No real man would’ve ever allowed that. I bet I’d stretch your hole wider than she did ... wider than it’s ever been. You ever been fucked by a cock as big as mine?”
Flynn said, “I’ve never been fucked by a cock at all.”
... a brief flash of something ... humiliation ... misery ... the feeling of something deep inside him, thrusting ... a penis, but not a real one ... a strap on...
Mitch laughed and said, “Liar. With that cute little baby face, I just know you serviced all the bigger boys all the way through school. Your mouth and your hole have been used a million times.”
“They haven’t. I swear. I mean ... being fucked ... no one’s ever done that to me.”
... Adira’s eyes bright with crazed intensity...
Mitched asked, “Have they done this?” He reached down with both hands and slipped his fingers deep inside Flynn’s butt crack, parting his bare buttocks. Flynn squirmed, shocked at the indignity, the presumption, of the touch. Mitch pushed himself into Flynn harder, then spoke so close into the other boy’s ear that his lips actually brushed it.
He whispered, “I know you want it up the ass. I can tell. But I’m going to torture you by making you wait. Today, you’re just going to do something else you like. You’re going to suck it. Twice. Maybe three times. I can do it that many times in a row. And more. I want to see those pouty little lips wrapped around my cock. And I want you to look up at me the whole time you suck it so I can see the shame in your eyes.”
Flynn was outraged that Mitch, who wasn’t even a teacher or other figure of authority, had dared to touch him in such a way. He couldn’t help blurting out an ill-advised response. “So which is it? Do I want it or will I be ashamed of doing it?”
Mitch shoved himself harder into Flynn’s bottom. He growled, “Your mouth is about to be too full to make any more smart-ass remarks.”
Flynn mentally kicked himself. “Look, I’m sorry about that. And I’m sorry about what Coleman made you and your teammates do. But it wasn’t my fault. Look what she did to me.”
That inexplicably angered Mitch even more.
“Don’t you dare compare yourself to us. We’re football players. You’re just a pathetic, pussified little runt of a swimmer. Yes, I know what sport you took. You like to prance around in those fucking unmanly, skimpy swimsuits with all the other little fruits. You’re just a little pool boy. And not even a good one. I’ve heard how the coach thinks you’re hopeless. She mostly makes you collect swimsuits and hand out towels in the locker room. You’re not even a pool boy. You’re a towel boy. That’s all you’re good for. Do you like watching the other pussified swimmers peel out of their swimsuits for you? Do you rub your nose in their suits right after they take them off? Maybe lick the crotches?”
Flynn yelled, “No. That’s gross.”
Still grinding himself into Flynn’s bottom, Mitch said, “I bet. Before we leave here, I’m going to find out how much you like licking. And sucking. It’s because of you that bitch got to watch us all in the shower, you prick. That was fucking humiliating. Especially when she made us bend over for the taint check, then made us shower even more. Then fucking checked again. We had to do it three times before she was satisfied. You ever had someone do a taint check? A teacher? A female teacher? She should’ve been begging me to fuck her, but instead she was making me bend over for a fucking taint check. Do you know how fucking powerless that made me feel? Well, you’re going to feel it now.”
Flynn cried, “I’ve had worse than a taint check. You saw what she did to me. I’m a victim too.”
Mitch said, “And that isn’t over yet. You’re going to be our victim till we decide you’ve paid your penance. And today was so fucking degrading, that might take a long, long time. Every time any of us finds you in the shower room, you’re going to put that pretty little mouth to work. That means the dorm’s shower, or in the locker room after your fruity little swimming practice. Or we might just barge into your dorm room at night while you’re jerking off and thinking about all your naked little pool boy friends. Or we might just grab you anywhere at any time and carry you off to somewhere like here. We’re going to do you in singles and in groups. In your mouth and up your ass. You’re going to be the team slut. You like that, little slutty boy?”
Tears streaming down his face, Flynn cried, “Please, no. Please. None of this is my fault. Let me tell you about my day. Then maybe you’ll...”
‘I’ll nothing is what I’ll do. But what you’re going to do is this.”
Mitch forced Flynn back around to face him, then easily pushed him down onto his knees. When Mitch unzipped his slacks, his huge, erect penis immediately swung out into Flynn’s face. Mitch was obviously going commando.
Flynn, trying unsuccessfully to avoid contact, pleaded with Mitch. “No, please don’t make me do this. Please.”
Mitch said, “The only please is how you’re going to please me. Or ... I could just beat you to a bloody pulp, knock all your teeth out ... ruin that pretty face of yours for good. Your choice.”
He rubbed the underside of his erect penis all over Flynn’s face. It slid easily on his tear-streaked cheeks. Flynn tried to recoil from such an intimate contact, but resistance only encouraged his tormentor more. Then Mitch took his enormous penis in hand and smacked Flynn in the face with it as a small hint at what his fist would do.
Flynn, overcome with shame, said, “Ok, ok. Don’t beat me. I’ll ... I’ll suck it. I’ll suck your...”
His words were cut off as Mitch took advantage of his open mouth to force the huge head of his penis in. Flynn, caught unprepared for the intrusion, closed his lips around it instinctively.
Mitch sighed in appreciation and pushed it in further. Flynn, to his shame, began to suck. After a few seconds, Mitch surprised him by pulling out.
“I like your enthusiasm, but a little more foreplay first.” Mitch said as he reached into his zipper and pulled his entire scrotum out.
Flynn gaped at the huge pair of balls in their amazingly hairy sack. They were fully exposed, hanging beneath the enormous erect penis. He’d seen them before, of course, along with the rest of Mitch’s body in the showers ... he’d even witnessed the multiple taint checks ... but the view from up close was even more intimidating. Mitch could’ve been King Kong, in all his huge hairiness, standing in front of him. Flynn wondered if having a humongous penis and ballsack was a requirement to play football at Bramstock. He also wondered if the football players had to have their jock straps special ordered.
He realized he’d been staring for too long when Mitch laughed and said, “I knew you’d like them. Now, lick them till I tell you to stop. Get back there into the taint, too. Don’t worry, it’s clean. That bitch Coleman made sure of that.”
Mitch stepped forward till the huge mass of hairy scrotum was pushed against Flynn’s face. Flynn, still crying, began licking. He licked till the ballsack was thoroughly slathered with saliva. He hated himself for giving in, but he’d seen the kind of beating Mitch could administer. Being forced to lick another boy’s balls was degrading, but it was better than having his face rearranged.
“Run your tongue up the shaft a bit, too. There. That’s a good boy.”
Flynn complied. At least Mitch’s penis wasn’t completely covered in coarse hair like his balls.
“You’re ignoring the taint, Flynn. Don’t make it feel slighted.”
Flynn snapped back at him, “You just told me to lick your goddamned dick.”
“And now I’m telling you to lick my taint. Keep up.”
Flynn whined, “I can’t get my face that far into your zipper.”
Mitch said, “No problem.” He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, then slowly slid his zipper down, making a show of it. After his pants dropped to the floor, he spread his legs wider.
Now fully exposed, Mitch was even more intimidating. He had more hair between his legs than Flynn had on his head. Flynn felt deeply inadequate. Mitch was the kind of boy Stepdad would’ve been proud to call his son ... big, manly, muscular, confident, and most of all, mean.
“There, you little bitch. Now you have full access.”
Flynn reluctantly pushed his head further between Mitch’s legs and twisted around till he was facing up into the exceptionally hairy nether regions. He started licking the perineum. It was as hairy as the scrotum he’d just spent ten humiliating minutes getting to know so well. He was also way to close to Mitch’s hole.
After what seemed like forever, he stopped and whined, “How much longer am I going to have to do this?”
Mitch replied, “I know, I know. You want to get to the dick sucking. I tell you what. You can quit once I feel your tongue on my hole. Sound like a plan?”
Flynn had played around with other boys, but he’d never done anything like this. He’d seen other boys’ holes during their naked fumblings, but he’d never gone near one. And he’d certainly never touched one, especially not with his tongue. He felt thoroughly degraded. He was desperate to get out from beneath Mitch’s crotch, but was he desperate enough to lick his freaking butthole?
Flynn was thoroughly disgusted with himself as his actions answered that question. He couldn’t believe his tongue was touching that insanely private area.
Mitch closed his legs, trapping Flynn’s head between them. He cried, “Oh, yeah. I knew you had no shame. What a fucking wuss. Give me a hundred good long licks ... and I’m talking from one end of my butt crack to the other ... and then I’ll let you work on the main course. I know you’re slobbering for it.”
Flynn was disgusted with himself for submitting to such a degrading act. Was he that afraid of taking a beating, or was this another case of the mysterious obedience to outrageous orders that even the big, tough football players weren’t immune to at Bramstock?
No, he decided with a sick feeling. He was sure that, at least where Mitch was concerned, there was nothing driving his compliance beyond his own cowardice.
As Flynn worked his way up to a hundred, Mitch said, “Just think. You’ll be doing this to the whole team. Only I think we’ll make you do it right after we come in from practice, when we’re all sweaty. You’ll like that, right, you little slut?”
Flynn stopped long enough to say resentfully, “I won’t like it and I’m not a slut.”
Mitch replied, “Your little wet tongue is saying something different. But I think that was a hundred. Actually, to be honest, it was a hundred and fifty. Or more. It was so satisfying feeling you totally degrade yourself that I lost count. Now it’s time to tickle your tonsils with my cock.”
Flynn, tears running down his cheeks, sat back and looked at the enormous erection in front of his face.
Mitch commanded, “Hurry it up, slut.”
Flynn opened his mouth and took it in. Mitch pushed it in even further. Flynn gagged.
“Slather it up with your tongue like you’ve done everything else between my legs. Then start sucking.”
Flynn did as he was ordered.
Mitch’s penis was huge. Flynn had performed oral sex before, but not on anyone of this size. And the act had always been by choice. He was always embarrassed afterwards, but he hadn’t felt the unbearable shame that sucking Mitch caused him.
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