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This story was written as Day 5 of Kinktober 2019 for AlSong. Today's theme was Hyper, and the story contains M/M sex and hyper-play between consenting adults. :3

Relieving the Curse

Throughout history, there had been hundreds of supposed ways to pacify or imprison a werewolf during their transformation. Countless bizarre and in many cases barbaric rituals designed to rid a werewolf of its strength and inherently violent nature during a full moon scattered across myths and legends throughout the world. And yet, somehow none of those writings had ever mentioned the method which Wayne used to keep his own boyfriend's changes in check. Perhaps it was just a case of the time in which such stories and reports had been written, when it was far too improper to suggest in writing or even in whispered rumours such a method for placating such a vicious beast. Maybe it was simply that those records hadn't survived, hadn't been reproduced in folklore even if they had been written down because of the difficulty of finding someone with whom to share such a tale. Or, and Wayne honestly believed that this was the most likely option of the three, he was simply the first person out there who had seen his boyfriend transform into a hulking, muscular were-monster for the first time, and immediately have the thought cross his mind... 'god, I need to suck that werewolf's cock'.

An echoing roar rang through the bathroom as Tommy's transformation reached completion, and the hulking werewolf loomed over his far smaller lupine boyfriend with teeth bared, eyes blazing and claws already whipping manically through the air. With practised ease Wayne dived under the first swing of the claws, lunged towards his now far larger, stronger partner, and without any hesitation whatsoever reached out with both hands to grasp at the werewolf's huge, pendulously hanging balls. Instantly, the snarling, drooling wolf's demeanour changed. Another deep snarl rang around the tiled bathroom's walls, but rather than rage this time it was a sound of pure lust, and as Wayne fell to his knees and shuffled his way closer still to those huge, heavy testicles he felt a vast, deadly-clawed paw wrap around the back of his head, but without any ill intent whatsoever.

"Don't worry, I'll give you what you need."

He moaned to his still huffing, growling lover, and without any further delay the non-lycanthropy afflicted wolf began to squeeze and gently massage the werewolf's colossal testicles while pressing his face shamelessly, eagerly to the exposed and fluffy fur-clad flesh of Tommy's sheath. Between Wayne's legs his own seven inch cock was already rock hard and throbbing urgently, but however turned on the vastly smaller of the two men was in that moment, his desires were multiplied a thousand times over as he heard the werewolf snarling and huffing in lustful desperation, and felt the sheath against which he was rubbing and kissing and playfully licking beginning to rapidly and deliciously thicken.

It took less than thirty seconds before Wayne was able to feel the hot, firm tip of the werewolf's cock emerging from his sheath, and within a minute the werewolf was growling and grunting as now both of his deadly, powerful hands clutched at the back of Wayne's head, holding him tightly in place even though there was nothing Wayne wanted more than to be right where he was at that moment. The werewolf's cock pressed between his lips even as it continued to swell, and hungrily Wayne welcomed and devoured it from the very first inch. He suckled, slurped and bobbed on the cock as it got longer and thicker, until finally his hands were able to move up from the werewolf's balls to start stroking and caressing the length of Tommy's cock which Wayne's muzzle alone could not handle. In no time at all Wayne went from suckling on a few swelling inches to feeling the werewolf's cock twitching against the back of his throat, and before long Tommy's cock was humping his muzzle with far, far more than the smaller wolf could handle.

Even as he felt the werewolf's cock surpassing a foot in length and still growing, still getting both longer and thicker all at once, Wayne's eyes rolled back in glee as he slurped and stroked Tommy while thinking of the very first time they had shared this experience together. The first full moon after Tommy had gotten infected, the two of them having already been in the midst of fooling around when the transformation had begun. Even now though, many months later, the thrill was still there as intense as it had been that first night. Feeling his muzzle being stretched wider open, his lips being pushed apart and his throat aching as it was humped at by a cock that just wouldn't stop growing. Tommy's lycanthropic form was far larger and more muscular than his regular lupine self, lean and fairly average in height like Wayne was even now, but even by those standards his cock was obscenely large. Wayne had never taken the time to try and measure it while actively seeking to placate his lover's more rageful, non-pleasure centric impulses, but fully grown he swore it had to be more than three feet in length, and thicker than either of his arms by quite some margin even before the consideration of Tommy's knot.

"Mhh... hnnnhhmnmmmmhhhaahhgod!"

After gurgling and slurping around the werewolf's monstrously gorgeous cock for as long as he could, Wayne pulled back despite the presence of Tommy's clawed hands when finally he couldn't handle the sheer size of the werewolf any more. His jaw ached from being stretched so wide and he drew in a deep, ragged breath to fill his lungs after having spent the last half minute gulping down pre-cum with such a constant and copious degree of productivity that breathing had been all but impossible. Far from stopping his attempts to please the werewolf though, after withdrawing from his attempts to more traditionally suck Tommy's cock Wayne redoubled his efforts in different and more specialised ways that he had practised a great deal over the past few months. He kissed and licked at the sides and the very tip of the werewolf's vast erection while rubbing the shaft of it as hard and as fast as he could with two now fully dedicated and pre-cum lubricated hands. Every now and then he returned his head to the absolute apex of the werewolf's erection and suckled on the area around its opening, wriggling his tongue against and even a tiny way into the slit that waited there, spurting and dribbling pre-cum in a constant and ever increasing flow. Before long though, Tommy was bucking his hips so forcefully and painting the bathroom floor, the side of the tub close by and of course Wayne himself with such obscenely huge volumes of pre-cum that his boyfriend knew his muzzle couldn't handle the situation any longer.

"Okay. Oohh... okay, buddy. It's time, isn't it? I can feel it... mmh, I can see it. God, you're huge. I swear you get bigger every month."

Wayne pulled himself to his feet while still remaining with his body bowed in the shade of the werewolf's much larger, hulking form. He turned around so that his back was to Tommy, but kept both hands upon the werewolf's huge, now easily over three foot long erection. In fact he wrapped his arms more firmly and passionately around that huge shaft like he was guiding the funnel of a cement mixer or otherwise assisting in the usage of some vast industrial sized equipment, and with his own far smaller cock straining and quivering and dripping its own pre-cum to the floor below began to pump and squeeze and milk the werewolf from tip to knot and back again with all the vigour he could muster.

Almighty roars, howls and frenzied snarls began to erupt from the werewolf as his heavy feet stamped and his hands reached out, clawing at the already scratched, in some places claw-chipped or outright shattered tile covering the bathroom walls. More than once he tried to lurch and turn around on the spot, but with all his strength and the inherent control that came from gripping probably the one vulnerable area upon the huge werewolf's entire body Wayne kept him facing the same direction, cock pointed at the bathtub and the wall behind it as he stroked, squeezed and awaited the inevitable. The werewolf roared louder, his toes curled, his tail thrashed and his huge, impossibly engorged and throbbing cock strained within his lover's grasp as the pleasure cast even his lycanthropic rage aside, and left it forgotten in the wake of what was rising so hot and so fast deep inside of him.

A bellowing, ear-splitting howl rang out around the bathroom barely ten seconds later as one last time Wayne shifted both hands to the base of the werewolf's colossal erection and squeezed with all the tenderness and experience at his disposal, and it was then that Wayne's desperate attempts to keep Tommy facing the bath paid dividends. The werewolf's balls tightened, his eyes bulged, and that ongoing, echoing howl reached fever-pitch as cum began not simple to spurt, spray or even gush from the urgently twitching tip of his cock, but to fountain forth in volumes deliciously impossible even for a cock and balls of such immense and overwhelming size.

"Ohh. Oh, Tommy... that's it. Let it out. Oh god, don't stop. D-don't... a-ah... aahhgod... fuck! Fuck, yes!"

Wayne pumped and caressed the werewolf's vast erection as over and over again it continued to let loose its near ceaseless torrent of cum, the force of its release such that it splashed back off the wall behind the tub not just sufficiently to coat both walls of the rapidly filling bath, but to paint most of Wayne's own lower body where he was standing and guiding that huge, deliciously erotic flood. All that time, from the very first touch of the werewolf's balls to watching him let loose, Wayne hadn't laid a single touch upon his own erection. Now though, as the flood of his own lover's cum splashed back across his lower body and left his cock dripping, glistening with the werewolf's own seed, Wayne's body proved without doubt just how delighted it was to be able to assist his boyfriend in this unique and ever so intimate manner. He too began to cum, and though his own streaks of seed weren't nearly so copious or numerous in their release each rope proudly painted the same tub that Tommy was in the process of all but overflowing with his own cum, and his howls rang out through the enclosed space of the bathroom just as loud and proud and helplessly bliss-stricken as the werewolf's own.

"That's it... j-just, oh god, fuck... just a little more..."

For more than a minute without pause the werewolf came, until even with the plug open and gurgling loudly as it drained away his cum the bathtub began to overflow. At that point, knowing there was nothing he could do to prevent even more clean-up being necessary, Wayne surrendered to what he had wanted to do all along, and what he had done so shamelessly for the first couple of sessions he had spent with Tommy like this before he realised just how much of a mess it made. Once more the werewolf's smaller boyfriend dropped to his knees, and once more he shuffled forward to place himself in front of the still spurting, straining, cumming tip of the werewolf's cock. He opened his muzzle, he closed his eyes, and with his own erection spent but still quivering in delirious joy Wayne milked the werewolf through the latter third of his orgasm ensuring that every ribbon of impossibly voluminous cum painted his face, chest, and in general his already sticky, cum-soaked, werewolf passion scented body. He drained the werewolf to the very last drop, and even when with a strained growl of slight over-exertion Tommy began to pull away, Wayne dared to lean forward and swipe the last dribbling droplets of cum from the very tip of the werewolf's erection with his tongue.

After that, the werewolf sank to the ground and without a word, with nothing more than a growl of what might have been gratitude or may simply have been physical relief to Wayne, dragged the smaller lupine male down with him. In a matter of moments the still cum-soaked and trembling non-werewolf found himself the little spoon against his monstrously sized and endowed lover. He blushed and moaned as he felt Tommy licking at the back of his head, and gave a joyous moan and sigh of relief all rolled into one when the werewolf's strong hands and dangerous claws wrapped around his belly, but to cuddle rather than to maim.

"T-that's it. Rest... take a nice, peaceful nap..."

Wayne murmured under his breath as even his own eyes began to feel somewhat heavy, half due to his recent and deliciously intense, draining orgasm and half due to the soothing nature of being curled up in his lover's arms. Even as he felt the werewolf's hot breathing against the back of his neck grow a little slower and deeper though, he could still feet Tommy's colossal cock throbbing against his buttocks,rubbing against the base of his tail, his ass and his balls as it stuck out huge and still rock hard between Wayne's legs. A cock which while spent for now, Wayne knew from experience would remain that way for an hour or two at most, before it would need satiation once again to prevent the werewolf's rage from returning.

"Sleep. Rest. Dream of nice, soft, gentle things..."

The wolf whispered adoringly to his monstrous lover.

"...and know that when you wake up, you don't have to be afraid, or angry. You don't have to give in to your rage and your hunger, Tommy. You know you don't, and you know that everything will be okay. Because, when you wake up... I'll be right here, to calm you down again just the way you like it."

By Jeeves

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