Night of the Werewolves
Copyright© 2026 by Tristan Tharp
Chapter 14
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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
Half an hour after exiting his window, breathing heavily and sweating despite the cool night air, Flynn stopped in a small clearing. Despite the hour, everything around him was quite visible in the moonlight. That moon, at its fullest, hung directly over the clearing like a spotlight.
Flynn knew this was the spot. The end of the line. That phrase made him nervous. He hadn’t come here of his own volition. Someone ... something? ... had brought him here. He’d been a puppet. He shivered, partly from the chilly air on his sweaty skin, partly from fear.
Twenty minutes earlier, he’d awoken in the process of exiting his dorm room window. He was swinging over from the sill to grab the thick ivy that clung to the ancient stone wall. Flynn’s room was three stories up. A fall would leave him broken or dead.
He didn’t stop to think about that. He just clamored down the ivy to the manicured lawn. The prickly leaves against his bare skin told him he was still clad only in his underwear.
What was he doing? Why was he doing it?
There was no time to ponder these questions as he started running towards the dense, expansive forest that surrounded the school.
Now standing in the clearing, Flynn could tell the force that had controlled him had dissipated. He was now free to do whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was to run back to his room at the school and burrow under his covers in bed.
Two things stopped him. He didn’t know the way back. He’d undoubtedly wander hopelessly in the dark. And whatever had brought him here would be annoyed if he tried to avoid the fate it had chosen for him. Flynn wanted to stay on the good side of something with the power to make him climb out of a window while still asleep.
Now that he remembered the witches, he wondered if Adira and Raven had used their strange powers to beckon him. If they had, the big question was why? Were they going to milk him again? Is so, why had they called him to this remote location, far from the school?So far away that no one could hear him scream.
His briefs were soaked through with sweat. They clung to him uncomfortably between his legs. As he pulled at them and adjusted himself, he heard a low, throaty growl behind him that almost made him drench his underwear even more than they already were.
Something was back there, something that growled. Even with the mounting horror within him, Flynn was ridiculously embarrassed that whatever it was had caught him tugging at his underwear and rearranging his sweaty balls. He also knew his wet briefs had probably turned almost transparent, so his bottom was visible. He had no idea why he cared when he was surely about to die.
A shrill voice in his head was screaming at him to run. Another was warning him that such a move would surely make the thing behind him act. At the moment, it was only growling. In the next moment it could pounce. It would probably do that anyway, but Flynn didn’t want to give it any extra incentive.
Another growl rumbled from off to his left, and yet another to his right. Whatever was out there was just beyond the edge of the clearing, hidden in the trees. And there were at least three of them.
Glowing green eyes appeared in the dark to either side, growing larger as the creatures padded slowly, silently into the moonlit clearing. When the heads became visible between the trees, Flynn lost control. A thin line of pee ran from him to spatter in the grass between his bare feet. He wasn’t even embarrassed. All such considerations were gone. Only the terror remained.
These were wolves, but unlike any he’d ever seen. Not that he’d ever seen a wolf in person, but there were pictures in books and nature videos on the television. He’d even seen a few movies about werewolves. Those works of fiction were closer to the reality before him. And behind him. These things were massive.
He was surrounded. In the next few moments, he’d surely be spread all over the grass, torn to pieces by the long, sharp teeth in those huge jaws. Or maybe they’d instantly swallow the bloody chunks as they ripped them from his bones, leaving most of the clearing pristine.
The stream of pee had stopped, but Flynn now let loose with a high keening sound of pure terror. The hot breath on the back of his neck didn’t improve his state of mind. The two wolf creatures in front of him stopped about ten feet away. They sat on their haunches and studied him with those neon green eyes.
One’s coat was a bright orange in color. The other was golden. A tiny part of Flynn’ mind, not yet submerged in the flood of fear, wondered at the clarity of the colors under the moonlight. Everything else around him had been reduced to bluish gray. The wolves glowed faintly with their own internal light.
The jaws of the orange wolf began to change. Flynn remained terrified, but a fascination managed to creep in as he watched the mouth take on more of a human shape. The wolf spoke.
“You’ve wet yourself, little puppy. How shameful. You must be so embarrassed. Or is this such a common occurrence that it doesn’t bother you anymore?”
The wolf behind Flynn walked around in front and looked him over. Even wearing his underwear, he felt naked under that penetrating gaze. He shivered.
This wolf was a glowing midnight black. It had to incline its head slightly to look down at his face.
Its mouth altered in shape so it could speak. “Leave the him alone. He’s a scared little boy.”
Gold said, “A boy who still wets himself like a baby. Do you have to wear diapers, puppy?”
Flynn was startled at his own anger. He dared to reply. “No. I don’t ... I mean, I don’t usually pee like that ... I mean, you know, without meaning to ... not in my pants ... my underwear ... I don’t need a diaper.”
Orange spoke. “Not very articulate, but more so than the last boy we devoured. All he could do was shriek incoherently.”
Red said, “Agony can do that.”
Flynn’s anger died as quickly as it had been born. Tears sprang to his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. “No. Please, no. Don’t kill me, please.”
His voice was squeaky and broken.
Gold said, “Cries like a little baby too.”
Black said, “I told you to leave him alone. It’s not necessary to completely terrorize our playthings. You only do it because you’re cruel.”
Orange said, “You know fear makes the sweat so much tastier. And I can taste this one from all the way over here. I can’t wait to get my tongue on him.”
Gold added, “Not just on him. In him, too.”
It made a ratcheting sound that had to be wolf laughter.
Orange laughed too. “More than my tongue will be inside him before the night is through.”
Gold said, “In both ends, at that.”
Now Flynn’s fear took on a different form. He didn’t know for sure what these creatures were talking about, but he had a pretty good idea. It seemed so unlikely as to be impossible. Were they really going to do that to him? Did werewolves actually do that? And when they finished, would they then kill and eat him?
Black looked Flynn over again. Then it leaned down and ran its tongue from his belly button up to his neck. Flynn was frozen, but not in terror. That fear was still there, but something else held him in place ... the same force that had brought him to that clearing. He knew then that it was the wolf’s will that controlled him whenever it wanted. It was the black one. The others may have had that power too, but Black was the one using it on Flynn.
Black said. “He is tasty. I knew he would be from the first time I saw him. He has the flavors of many other boys on him, too. This little puppy has been busy tonight. Come on over and try him. But licking only ... don’t bite anything off.”
To Flynn, Black said, “Don’t try to fight us. We’re just going to taste you for the moment. It’s the least of what we’ll do to you tonight, so enjoy the brief reprieve. You might even enjoy the sensation if you let yourself.”
Gold said, “He won’t. Boys don’t want to admit many of the things they like. Things that feel good but are forbidden.”
Orange said, “Things they think only girls are supposed to like.”
Black told Flynn, “Take the underwear off. I won’t be controlling you from now on. It’s not as much fun when there’s no resistance. So ... you take them off of your own free will, or we’ll have to rip them off with our claws and teeth. We might end up inflicting a few inadvertent injuries. And you’ll only have shreds to wear on your way back to school when we’ve finished with you.”
Orange added, “If we let you go back.”
Gold said, “If you’re alive to go back.”
The other two wolves had moved in close. They towered over him. Flynn was surrounded by their thick, musky scent. They didn’t smell delicious. They smelled terrifying.
Orange reminded him. “Your underwear. Take them off. I assure you, if I have to remove them, I’ll enjoy it WAY to much. I might accidentally remove something else in the process.”
Flynn grabbed his waistband on both sides and bent over as he pulled his briefs down to his ankles. He stepped out of the sodden garment and left it in the grass by his feet. He slowly straightened to face the creatures.
Now that he was naked, he felt even more helpless and vulnerable with everything right out there in the open. All three wolves were staring at the part of his body he’d just revealed. All it would take was one snap of those huge jaws and he’d be left with nothing between his legs. The full force of his terror returned to drop him to his knees.
He let out a wordless cry, then pleaded, “Please let me go. Don’t do this. What did I do? Why is this happening?”
Orange said, “Oh, God, yes. That smells so good.”
Black said, “Yes, but don’t give yourself fully over to your nature. We’re reformed. We have limits now, you know.”
Orange said, “Maybe you have limits.”
Black said, “You do, too, and you know it. You wouldn’t be here, otherwise.”
To Flynn, it said, “Calm down. We’re going to have our way with you. For hours. Then we’ll let you go. If you behave yourself, you’ll only have a few claw marks, some teeth marks, a little blood loss. The witches have potions to accelerate healing and prevent permanent scarring.”
Gold said, “We like our puppies to be blemish free. They’re so much cuter that way.”
Orange said, “But bear in mind ... our natures are balanced on a razor’s edge. We can slip over into our original selves at any moment. Then we do things the witches can’t fix.”
It snapped it jaws together a couple of times. Flynn flinched and let out a little cry. He would’ve peed again if there was any left inside him.
Black said, “Don’t worry. It doesn’t happen often. No more than two or three times a year. And we always regret it.”
Orange laughed. “You have regrets. I have fond memories of flesh and blood. Begging and screaming. That gurgling sound as the last tortured breath of life slips away.”
Gold said, “Stop. Don’t get my instincts riled up right before we pounce. It’s so hard to maintain control anyway.”
Black’s voice was intense. “Yes. I’ve told you. This puppy is one of my favorites. He has been since I saw him on his first day. He was so confused and vulnerable. Absolutely adorable. It took all my will to keep from transforming and pouncing right then and there. If you kill him, I’ll be quite annoyed. I lose control when I’m annoyed. Remember when there were four of us?”
Orange said, “Fine, fine. I won’t sink my teeth all the way to the bone.”
Black said, “Love nips only.”
“Sure. I’d love to bite his nips off.”
“You know what I mean. Why are you always such a miscreant?”
Flynn wouldn’t have thought he could become any more terrified, but he managed it. Gold sniffed the air, then sauntered over while the other two wolves argued. It slopped its hot, wet tongue all over Flynn’s face, coating him with saliva. Flynn made himself stay rigid and endure it. He wasn’t completely still. He was shaking uncontrollably.
Gold stepped back. It grinned at Flynn and licked it lips. “You are a tasty little scamp. Maybe too tasty.”
Black and Orange had been growling at each other, baring their fangs. They finally broke off, parting with baleful glares.
Looking back down to where Flynn still knelt in the grass, Black said, “Sorry for the diversion. We tend to squabble. We never have resolved who’s the alpha of the pack. As I was saying, after we taste you, you’ll be taking a more active role in the proceedings. You’ll be doing something I know you’ve done before with other boys at school ... when you creep into each other’s dorm rooms at night, thinking no one else knows. And by your smell, and the smell of so many other boys on you, it seems you’ve been doing quite a lot of that today already.”
Flynn cried, “Not by choice. They made me do it.”
Orange laughed. “Typical of kids when they get caught. Someone always made them do it.”
Flynn suddenly realized something. These wolves talked too casually about the school and the witches to have never been there themselves. Other clues clicked into place ... the green eyes ... the hair colors. He knew who these werewolves were. He didn’t say anything. They might kill him for sure if they knew he was aware of their identities.
The wolves began to change. Their paws became more like human hands, but still retained the sharp claws. They rose up on their hind legs to tower over him. They were still covered in thick fur, but they weren’t fully wolves anymore. They were halfway between a wolf and a human.
Orange said, “That’s quite a long sausage he’s got hanging between his legs. I like sausages.”
Gold said, “Yes. It’s nice and plump too. And his balls are big.”
Black said, “I told you so. You never listen to me.”
Without warning, they pounced on Flynn all at once. He cried out as he was buried beneath them.
Their tongues, longer than seemed possible, covered every inch of his body with hot saliva. They rolled him over and over in the grass to reach every part of him. They sometimes quarreled over who got to lick what. They took turns completely engulfing his penis and balls in their huge mouths, using their teeth just enough to inflict pain and even more terror.
The first time this happened, Flynn shrieked with the certainty that his worst fear was about to come true. But the wolf, Black, didn’t draw blood. Then it ran its slick tongue all around Flynn’s genitals, making them move and flop around inside its huge maw. Its mouth was almost too hot to bear. It’s saliva was scalding. Even so, Flynn hardened inside that hot, wet oven. As the tongue continued to wrap itself around him, Flynn cried out again and gushed semen into the wolf’s mouth. This was the most intense it had ever been. Ever. He bucked and heaved and moaned as Black’s slippery tongue did its work.
Black released the boy and licked its lips. Flynn collapsed to lay in the grass moaning. His penis, still standing, dribbled down its shaft.
The other wolves stopped, knowing what had just occurred.
Orange said, “Well, that was quick.”
Gold said, “Be nice. He’s young.”
Black said to Gold, “That’s an odd bit of sympathy from you.”
Gold said, “What can I say? The kid does taste delicious. He’s won me over.”
Black leaned down and licked away the semen seeping out of Flynn’s softening penis. Flynn involuntarily lifted his hips, thrusting into the air, ashamed that he wanted more.
Black sat back and said, “Next.”
Orange took the next turn between Flynn’s legs. His hot tongue slithered around Flynn’s penis, making it harden instantly, only moments after that explosive ejaculation. The wolves could control his body’s reactions just like the witches had.
Orange slathered his balls with more saliva, so hot Flynn was afraid they’d cook in their sack. But the heat was unnatural, like their ability to make him instantly erect. It was unbearably hot, but also felt unbearably good. He cried and begged. He didn’t know if he was begging for it to stop or continue.
This wolf ventured in further than Black had, till its tongue slid behind Flynn’s balls and snuggled itself between his buttocks, probing mercilessly. Flynn shrieked. The tongue had reached his hole and actually entered it, searing its way into his interior.
Flynn writhed and twisted so much, the other wolves had to hold him down. The tips of their claws bit into his flesh. Gold forced its tongue into his mouth, so he now had tongues inside him from both ends. The sense of invasion was extreme. Even so, he found himself sucking on the slippery tongue, quite against his will.
Orange explored further inside his bottom, its tongue lengthening and snaking deep inside him. Flynn screamed, but little sound emerged around that other tongue that filled his mouth.
The strange heat of wolf saliva, inside him as well as out, had Flynn sweating all over. Black couldn’t resist the aroma. While Orange was still exploring inside Flynn’s bottom, the others returned to covering every inch of his exposed skin with their own tongues.
Gold finally got his turn at Flynn’s penis and balls. By that time, Flynn was so susceptible to the slightest touch that he thrashed about on the ground and howled like a wolf himself. He grabbed handfuls of fur and tried to push the wolf’s head away. He begged him to stop. The feeling, incredible as it was, overwhelmed him. It was too much. He’d never experienced anything like this before. The fact that such intense pleasure was being forced upon him, entirely against his will, made it so much worse.
When another orgasm hit him, he almost lost his mind.
Afterwards, the wolves let their plaything fall into an exhausted stupor. He could still hear them discuss the flavors of his sweat and semen, how delicious his terror was, and how he compared to the others, the ones they called their puppies.
Flynn roused to Black rolling him over face down in the grass. Gold grabbed the boy’s legs and spread them wide. Before he could begin begging them not to, the wolves moved in for another session.
He felt a long, slippery tongue running up and down between his buttocks. It would reach his balls and slide over them a few times before returning to his crack. It entered his hole, much deeper than the last intrusion, and writhed inside him like a tentacle for a few minutes. Flynn balled his hands into fists and pressed his face into the grass. This was humiliating. The fact that he was involuntarily raising his bottom up into the wolf’s tongue was even more humiliating.
After the other two wolves had their turn at his bottom, they rolled him over onto his back and spread his legs again. To the boy’s dismay, Gold enveloped his penis and balls in its hot maw again. That tongue went to work. Orange held Flynn’s head between its hands and forced his tongue into the boy’s mouth. It slid all around inside, checking out every surface, toying with the boy’s own tongue. It snaked down his throat till Flynn gagged. Amazingly, he didn’t choke to death. All the while, Gold’s hot saliva had him hard and humping again. Black was licking his armpits with zeal.
As before, each wolf took its turn, trading places so everyone tasted everything. Flynn writhed and twisted on the ground. His cries were muffled into the wolves’ mouths.
When they finished, they sat back on their haunches and grinned with satisfaction. Flynn pushed himself up into a sitting position too. He spit out a long string of saliva that wasn’t his own. He looked down at his naked body. It was slick with even more saliva. He was coated with it.
Glaring at the wolves, he shouted, “That’s gross.”
Black said, “Take another nap, you grumpy little puppy. You’ll need your energy. The night isn’t even half done.”
Flynn collapsed back onto the grass in a sleep that wasn’t entirely natural.
He only grudgingly awakened as Black pulled him to his knees. What he saw before him almost made him wish that sleep had been permanent. He’d known this was coming. The wolves had said as much.
Though the creature was still half human and half wolf, the penis in front of his face was fully human and fully hard. It was also huge ... much bigger than Mitch’s. The shape was a blessing, though. If it had been a canine penis, Flynn didn’t think he could’ve taken it into his mouth. The wolves must’ve understood that innate reaction, and had made it easier on him. They could obviously transform in any way they wanted.
He gazed up to Orange’s face far above him with a pleading look in his eyes. Orange let loose with a low growl in answer. The boy grimaced and leaned forward to wrap his lips around the huge penis head. It was almost too big to fit inside his mouth. Orange pushed it in further, so far that Flynn was afraid his jaws would crack, but he was somehow able to accommodate the massive thing. There was something uncanny going on. Once again, the wolves could control Flynn’s body, this time altering it to physically fit their needs.
Flynn held the penis in both hands, giving his first blowjob to a werewolf. His little fingers were pushed up against Orange’s massive scrotum. The balls were hot, and they strained at their sack. Flynn could tell they were full. He grimaced as he thought about how those balls would soon be empty and all that fluid would be inside of him.