He was held down, and fucked, fucked, fucked. The beast removed his tongue from the boy’s asshole, licking one final stripe of wetness, he stood, towering over Tyler, lined up his cock and slammed in, howling in pleasure as the tight virginal canal spasmed hotly around him. He cried out in pained pleasure, thrusting his ass back and fucking into the hand. The wolf had Tyler pinned underneath him, his hot breath in the boy’s ear. Tyler was too drained to make much of a fuss besides weakly groaning. “Looks like this slut gets off on humiliation, hmm?” Wyatt laughed and rubbed his thumb against Tyler’s cockhead. How utterly pathetic and sad. “You’re mine now.” Wyatt purred dangerously, his finger finding Tyler’s hole, and a rubbing against his prostate. Tyler gasped and moaned softly, his cock hardening under the administrations. He shuddered as a hand with calloused paw pads stroked his limp, half inch cocklette. He shuddered as a hand with calloused paw pads stroked his limp, half inch cocklette. He had never believed the stories of wolves bigger than bears, wolves that could crunch a man in half.
