Night of the Werewolves
Copyright© 2026 by Tristan Tharp
Chapter 6
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Stevens was tall, athletic, with sleek black hair and eyebrows so thick they’d put a caterpillar to shame. He was head boy of Flynn’s new dormitory. Striding ahead confidently, Stevens was conducting the tour of the building. Flynn stumbled along behind, almost in a daze.
When the head boy stopped in front of a door in a long upstairs hallway, Flynn walked right into him.
“Sorry. Sorry, I’m ... I don’t know...”
Stevens didn’t seem offended. He looked at Flynn sympathetically and said, “Don’t worry about it. All newbies are out of it on their first day. The admissions process can be ... stressful. Luckily, we’re at the last stop, your dorm room, so you can collapse on your bed. Dinner is at seven in the downstairs dining room. School isn’t in session yet, so you can wear your t-shirt and sweats. After classes begin, all meals are a formal occasion.”
The room was bigger than Flynn had expected. He also had it all to himself. He was a senior, after all. Only underclassmen had to share.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have his own bathroom. Each floor of the old dormitory building ... one of three dorms on campus ... had a communal bathroom with doorless toilet stalls and a big, open shower room. Flynn wasn’t looking forward to that. Even this far from home, he wasn’t going to get any privacy in the bathroom.
Stevens told him, “Welcome to Bramstock. I’ll leave you to it now.”
To Flynn’s amazement, it was still only his first day at Bramstock Prep. He felt like the previous hours had lasted for days. Even so, the memories of what he’d endured were starting to slip away, becoming hazy.
From the little that was still clear, a massive memory loss would be a blessing.
Flynn couldn’t imagine suffering under more of the same for the next year. And ... if that old woman was to be believed ... what was coming his way would be even worse. He decided to swallow what was left of his pride and call Mom to beg her to let him come home.
Considering the way he’d brusquely stalked away from her without a goodbye when they’d arrive that morning, he’d have to grovel his way back into her good graces. But that wouldn’t be nearly as humiliating as what he’d just gone through, whatever that had been. The specifics were getting even fuzzier, but the emotional damage remained.
Flynn sat on his bed and tapped his mother’s icon on his phone. He’d chosen a video call so she could see all the misery in her little boy’s face. There’d be no way she could refuse him. But it wasn’t Mom who appeared when he connected. Stepdad’s steely eyes glared at him from the screen.
“I was expecting you to come crying to your mother like a little whipped puppy. You’re so predictable, Flynn. I guess that comes from being ... uncomplicated.”
Flynn stifled an impudent response. He couldn’t afford to anger his stepfather.
“Where’s Mom?”
“Your mother has agreed that I’m to be solely in charge of all Flynn-related communications. Your phone will automatically connect with mine, whoever you’re trying to call. That means your mother, any of your worthless friends, or anyone you might contact for rescue from your current situation.”
Flynn stared at the phone in disbelief. “You mean, I can’t even talk to my own mother anymore?”
“If I deem whatever you have to say to be pertinent, I’ll pass it along. You’ll see your mother on holidays and other school breaks. That will have to suffice. Now ... what may I do for you, Flynn?”
“You can come get me. Take me back home. I’ve learned my lesson. That’s what this was all about, right? Well, I’ve learned. I’ll be good. For the rest of my life. I promise.”
Stepdad gave him a regretful look. “I’m afraid that’s just not possible, son. Excuse me... stepson.”
Stepdad’s deliberate self-correction told Flynn exactly why no one would be coming to save him.
He surprised himself by bursting into a sudden torrent of tears. His composure shattered completely. He sobbed, “Please, Stepdad. I’ll call you Dad if you want. Anything. You don’t know what they did to me.”
“What did they do, Flynn?”
“They ... they ... I don’t know anymore. I can’t remember.”
Stepdad appeared to consider for a moment. “It must not have been all that bad if it’s already slipped your mind, even with as flighty as you usually are.”
Flynn wailed, “It was. It ... I don’t know ... all I know is it was horrible. Please. I really will do anything. I’ll suck your dick if you want. You can fuck me. Anything. I just can’t stay here. I really can’t.”
Stepdad grimaced. “Flynn, please don’t humiliate yourself. I’m going to hang up now. You need to lie down and rest. You’ve gotten yourself all worked up over nothing. It’s just the shock of a new school and being away from home for the first time. Things will look better in the morning. Classes don’t start for a couple of days. You have time to take it easy and get to know the campus. Meet your teachers. Make some new friends.”
“Stepdad...”
“No, Flynn. That’s final.”
When Stepdad said final, it truly was. Flynn fell back onto the bed and sobbed. Hot tears slid down the sides of his face. Just as he was about to disconnect the call, he heard Stepdad’s voice again.
“By the way, Flynn. There’s something I need to tell you.”
Flynn managed to say, “What?”
“I’m a vindictive man by nature.”
That got a laugh from Flynn. “No. I never would’ve guessed.”
“What I’m trying to say is that it’s not my choice. It’s who I am. It’s ingrained. I’ve managed to make myself a better person in many ways ... your mother has played a large part in that ... but some things I haven’t been able to change. They’re hardwired.”
Flynn sat up again and looked at his phone screen. “Why are you telling me this?”
Stepdad took a long moment before answering. “I just want you to know that I ... well, I care for you. Quite a bit. But there’s a part of me that can never let go of any slight, any remark, any action. I never forget and I never forgive. I’m ruthless. I will reap retribution. That trait has helped me immensely in my business dealings. It enabled me to build an empire. But it can also be a detriment when it comes to more personal relations.”
Flynn said, “I still don’t understand.”
“You’ve been a very difficult boy, Flynn. Your transgressions are many. And much as I ... care for you ... my indelible nature cannot disregard the years of misbehavior and disrespect. I’m sorry. I really am.”
The call ended abruptly, leaving Flynn’s tormented, muddled mind even more confused.
Over the next few weeks, Flynn’s memories of the admission process faded almost into obscurity. They never entirely went away. They were always there, lurking in the shadows, gnawing at him with vague unease, creeping into his dreams.
Some of those dreams ... most of them, actually ... were rather wet. That was something that hadn’t happened to him since he’d first started puberty years before. He’d always masterbated so much there was never any fluid left over to involuntarily release in his sleep. But not anymore.
Whenever he’d awaken in bed with sticky underwear, he had to take them to the communal bathroom down the dormitory hall to wash them out in the sink. He did not want the school’s cleaning service to see the shameful state of his underpants. Sometimes he’d be caught at the sink by other students, even in the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t unusual for the younger boys to have this kind of accident. It was less common for a young man of eighteen, especially with the frequency Flynn displayed. His wet dreams became a joke throughout his dorm. Luckily, the dormitories tended to be rather insular, and tales of his nocturnal embarrassments never reached the general population of the school.
One dream, about two weeks after school started, may not have been a dream at all. He awoke late at night, but not fully. The overhead light in his room was on, but everything was dim and indistinct. Blurry shapes moved around his bed.
Flynn wondered vaguely if he was about to be the victim of some kind of Bramstock initiation ceremony. Were his fellow students about to engage in a hazing? What embarrassing acts would he be forced to perform?
There were voices, slowly becoming more clear. They were not the voices of students, though. These were adults. Men and women.
A man asked, “How much did the witches charge us for the potion this time? It seems like their prices go up every time.”
A woman answered, “You don’t want to know. It’ll ruin your evening. But don’t worry, this little guy will be worth it. I saw him a couple of weeks ago. He’s the one Adira dumped completely naked into the office wing. He’s cute all over, every square inch of him. Nice big schlong, too. It kept swinging around and smacking against his legs whenever he got too distracted to cover himself up. And the look of panic on that cute little face was priceless. He was so expressive.”
A different man said, “Help me get him up. We’ll need to carry him down that back stairway. And be quiet. We don’t want to wake up any of the other kids.”
Flynn felt his blankets being pulled back, exposing him in just his briefs, then hands hauling his inert body out of bed. He was slung over someone’s shoulder, then bounced along as the group left his room. The journey took him down the long hallway, a staircase, more halls, and finally through a door into what had to be a basement room. He was so disoriented, he knew he’d never be able to retrace the route when he reported this abduction to the authorities.
That was assuming he’d still be alive once they finished with him. He had no idea what these people had in mind.
The man laid him out on the hard surface of a table. Hands eagerly clutched at his underwear from both sides and pulled them down his legs and off his feet. More blurry shapes crowded around to see what had been exposed. In his mind, Flynn screamed in outrage and embarrassment, but whatever drug they’d used rendered him incapable of protest.
Hands clutched at his penis, tugging and stroking it. More hands grabbed his ballsack, and not very gently. Flynn could only lay there and endure it. He quickly hardened under all the attention.
A woman said, “This one is certainly a big boy.”
“I told you.”
“Yeah, but you never saw it erect. Sometimes they only gain an inch or two when they get hard.”
“I hate that.”
As they discussed his intimate areas, more hands explored other parts of his body. He felt lips on his own, a tongue forcing its way into his mouth, probing.
Another mouth closed over his erect penis, sucking on the head.
A woman asked, “Don’t you want to wait for Florence? She has the goodies.”
Flynn felt cool air on his penis as the mouth was removed. The woman who’d been sucking him said, “I want to sample his natural flavor first. I can always go back for seconds. Or thirds.”
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