Night of the Werewolves
Copyright© 2026 by Tristan Tharp
Chapter 12
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
Flynn remained kneeling on the supply closet floor after Mitch left. He stared down at the dirty linoleum, saw the splatters of his semen spread out in irregular patterns. He wasn’t just messy. His entire life was a mess. When he wasn’t squirting all over everything around him, he was being forced to gratify the sexual needs of others. There was the mean girl Ellie Ann and her friends, the vaguely remembered witches, the old lady Charlotte Eames, the also vaguely remembered office workers who used him as a birthday cake, the math teacher Janet Coleman, the terrifying Headmistress, and finally the bully Mitch.
Flynn decided if he was going through a list of abusers, he’d have to count himself among their number. There was Hal, who Flynn blackmailed into twenty acts of oral degradation. The problem was, the memory of ejaculating into Hal’s mouth, and the power to make the other boy take it, still held an intensely pleasurable feeling.
There was also another of his own victims, one who was much more recent. Flynn didn’t like to think about that one. It hadn’t even been his fault. Not entirely. He’d been drunk. That absolved him. Right?
Flynn was messy on the inside, too.
Something jolted him out of his malaise of self-pity and self-reflection. For a moment, he didn’t know what it was. Then he realized ... his clothes should have been scattered on the floor around him, but they were gone.
Mitch had taken them with him.
Flynn let out and shriek and vaulted to his feet. How long ago had Mitch left? Could he still catch him before he left the building?
Flynn ran from the supply closet, bare feet sliding on the floor. At the end of the hallway, Mitch was sitting on one of the discarded desks. Flynn’s clothes were piled beside him, all except his white briefs. Mitch was twirling those around his forefinger.
Mitch casually said, “I was wondering how long it would take. Took you a while. Were you in there jerking off again?”
Seeing his underwear, Flynn had a horrible thought. If he didn’t get his clothes back, he’d suffer more than just the humiliation of having to run across campus to his dorm in an even more revealing state than his trek that morning. He’d incur the wrath of the Headmistress. Her message specifically addressed the loss of any more briefs. Flynn was sure she’d know if this happened. He’d heard she was even more aware of everything that happened within her domain than Stepdad.
He said, “You can’t leave me here naked, Mitch. You can’t.”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what I can and can’t do.”
Flynn had hoped his revealing stories to Mitch and their synchronized self-gratification would give them a sense of camaraderie. Apparently not. They were back in their roles of bully and bullied.
Flynn fell to his knees in front of his tormentor. He shamed himself by babbling, “I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll suck it again. I’ll lick your balls, your hole, everything. Just don’t leave me here naked. My dorm is all the way across the campus. The last class has let out. Everyone will be out there, milling around and waiting for dinner time. They’re already ridiculing me like crazy because of this morning. This will make it so much worse. It’ll be unbearable. It’ll be hell.”
He didn’t mention the Headmistress or her dire warning. That would only complicate the situation. He just dealt in something Mitch should be able to relate to ... being humiliated. Mitch was one of Janet Coleman’s victims, just like Flynn. He should understand.
Right?
Mitch pretended to think it over, then said, “Tell you what ... wait here for ten minutes. I’ll go wandering around the campus and drop an item of clothing every few minutes or so. You can follow your clothes like a trail of breadcrumbs.”
Flynn shrieked, “How will that be any different? Everyone will still see me.”
Mitch shrugged and said, “Not quite as many. Maybe. You get dressed as you find your clothes. Maybe you’ll only be seen by half as many people as if you’d ran the entire way naked.”
Flynn couldn’t handle any new humiliations. The day had been nothing but one degrading episode after another. And the threat from the Headmistress still hung over his head.
Mitch leaned down and grabbed Flynn’s wrists and pulled him to his feet.
... Adira, hanging him by his wrists...
Mitch said, “There’s always Plan B. If you’d rather work for your clothes than chase after them, I’m sure we can come to an arrangement. But, you’ll have to do better than a blowjob. You just did that. I want something new.”
Flynn groaned and hung his head to stare at the floor. He knew what Mitch had in mind. He didn’t resist as Mitch maneuvered him over to another desk. He closed his eyes and bent over it. He felt hands grasp his buttocks again to spread them apart so Mitch could see his hole. He gasped and groaned as the thick shaft forced its way inside him. Luckily, it was still lubricated with saliva from the last blowjob in the supply closet.
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