Spread Eagle
Copyright© 2026 by Gots
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - You, a lone human male, walk naked into the cooling woods at night, having heard rumors of horny werewolves in these lands, and not caring what happens to you when they find you... Spread Eagle is a loose collection of one-off stories; human, furry, gay, and bisexual.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Slavery Gay BiSexual Fiction Fairy Tale Horror Superhero Science Fiction Paranormal Furry Magic Were animal Cuckold Sharing DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Cream Pie First Oral Sex Petting 2nd POV
The moon slants rays of angelic light through the trees, and the wind softly rustles and blows, carrying wood and earth scent, but not yet a sign of what you are really here for. Or why you are buck-ass naked, cock swaying with each step with no shame attached.
You step deeper into the trees with nothing on. Cool night air moves over your bare cock and balls and the backs of your thighs, raising the skin. Your feet find leaves and small twigs. Each step sinks a little and the ground feels colder than you expected. The clothes you left behind already feel far away, too far away to help you if needed, which is what you wanted to set yourself up for: Complete vulnerability.
You had heard the stories about these woods. Werewolves roamed here when the heat hit them. Males and females both. The thought had sat low in your gut for days, the idea of them finding you out here naked, of what they might do if they decided you were useful. Of your soft human body at their mercy.
Lust and the low pull of danger kept your feet moving even when the rational part of you said to turn around. You reach down and stroke yourself once, slow, then again, letting the faint musk of your cock and the warmer scent of your skin drift on the still air. Part of you hopes they catch it. You were hunting that which hunts you. You hope.
The woods go quieter. Then you hear them. Heavy steps through undergrowth, closer than they should be. Two shapes push out of the dark between the trunks. Big werewolves, dark fur glossy under the moonlight, both in torn jeans that hng low and open at the rips. The male’s bulge is thick and heavy against the denim. The air changes the moment they clear the trees. It turns warmer, thicker, carrying the sharp animal smell of them and something sweeter underneath that makes the heavy weight of your seed and arousal burn behind your balls.
They walk toward you without hurry. The male’s golden eyes stay on your face, then drop to your naked groin and stay there. The female’s ears tip forward. She speaks first, voice low and rough.
“What is a human doing out here naked?”
You shrug, keeping your hands at your sides even though your cock is already starting to thicken under their eyes. “I didn’t know. I was just walking.” You had a feeling that they could smell you getting more worked up.
The female smiles, teeth flashing. “Just walking. With no clothes. And touching yourself.” She steps closer. “You smell like you wanted to be found. Is that right? But you must know, we weren’t going to ask permission when we found you...”
Your heart thumps. You didn’t know what to expect, maybe you would be torn to shreds by claws and teeth, or maybe, as it seems, you might get the fucking you hoped for. And you hoped to survive it.
They close the distance. The female reaches down and cups your balls in one broad paw, you feel her soft fur and textured pads hefting your sensitive scrotum. The male steps behind you and runs a furred hand over one ass cheek, fingers spreading wide, the pad of one claw-tipped digit brushing close to your hole and pressing just enough to make you tense before he pulls it back. Your cock jerks in the open air. Heat climbs the back of your neck.
“Do we have to drag you through the woods, human,” the male asks, voice close to your ear, “or are you going to go along?”
“Fuuuuck,” the female says. You watch her muzzle move when she speaks, the dark lips and the flash of teeth, the way her tongue flicks once over a canine. Both of them stand taller than you, shoulders broad under the glossy fur, chests thick, the male’s jeans strained by the heavy shape of his cock. “I love human cock. And he looks like his will be quite thick when we get some blood into it.” She glances down at you again. “Already getting there, isn’t he.”
The male turns and crouches. “Up.”
You climb onto his back the way a child would, arms over his shoulders, legs around his waist. His fur is warm and dense against your bare skin. Your cock rests against the small of his back, half-hard now, and you feel the low rumble in his chest when it twitches. The female watches and laughs once under her breath.
“Better than being dragged by the feet,” she says. “You’d end up with a crack full of dirt and leaves by the time we got to the den. And then we’d have to clean you before we used you.”
You screamed in your mind. This is happening, this is real. You’re naked, in the woods, and two werewolves are carrying you to their den. Shit...
The male starts walking. His steps are long and steady. Your cock rubs against his fur with every stride and you feel pre well up your shaft. The female falls in beside him, eyes still on you where you sit bare against the big wolf’s back, one paw reaching over to drag a claw lightly up the inside of your thigh.
“Don’t worry,” she says. “We’ll take good care of that cock once we get you somewhere private.”
They carry you through the trees until the den comes into view. It is not a cave. Thick logs form the walls, a real door sits in a frame, and light glows from a window. Inside you see a wooden table and furniture. You had forgotten they could take human shape when they wanted. A house in the woods makes more sense once you remember that.
The male crouches so you can slide off his back. Your bare feet hit the packed dirt floor. The moment you are standing the easy handling stops. The female’s paw settles on your shoulder and presses down.
“Sorry, human,” she says, “but you have to know your place, real quick.”
They force you to your knees. The female’s paw stays on the back of your head, fingers in your hair, while the male steps in front of you and undoes the button of his jeans. He pushes them down. A thick sheath hangs between his legs, dark fur around it, a clear line of precum already leaking from the slit and running down to the heavy, furred balls beneath. He grabs his own sack with a soft slap and fondles it inches from your face, the warm weight of it swinging close enough that you can smell the musk rising off his fur.
“C’mon, human. Don’t be scared. It’s just a werewolf cock. You can take it.” His voice is low. “I want you to get me out of my sheath, boy. Make me hard for you. Slurp the precum too, you want it, I can tell.”
You lean forward. Your hand finds the sheath. It is hotter than you expected, the cock inside it already thick and rigid under your fingers. You stroke slowly, feeling how heavy it sits. The fur parts under your palm. The size of it registers low in your gut. If you wanted to be dominated and wrecked, this is the package that can do it. You have thought about tasting wolf cock for years. The reality of it, thick and leaking and right in front of your mouth, makes your own cock throb between your thighs.
The male growls. “Don’t make me impatient.”
The female’s paw on the back of your head pushes forward. Your lips meet the slit of the sheath. Precum smears across your mouth. You open and the tip slides free, an inch of bright red flesh popping out against your tongue. You hear the sheath part and the cock slide. The color is shocking, nothing like a human shaft. The tip is warm and wet on your lips. A sharp, musky wolf scent goes straight up your nose. His balls draw up and another two inches push free faster than you expected, sliding directly into your mouth.
“How does a human mouth feel on your dick?” the female asks.
“Smaller than yours, babe,” the male answers, voice rough. “Tight. Suckles different.”
“Then get to the back of his throat already.”