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Chapter 12: "We're Something"

I've never really had a relationship with anyone before. I mean, I've been really good "friends" with people before, and I've flirted as well... But I've never had the chance to experience what it's like to be in a 'normal' relationship. Tyler was really my first everything, and I'm pretty sure we had already done everything out of order. Usually the thing most people do is have dinner together, but not us. I was only just now getting the chance to share a meal with the guy, and that was only _after _he had sucked all the cum out of one of my condoms. Gross, I know. My meal with Tyler felt natural, sure... But 'normal'? No. There was far too much going on for this to be a 'normal' conversation.

"No Tyler, I don't think this is a normal relationship." I explained, placing our empty bowls in the kitchen sink as I continued our conversation.

I turned around to find our college's quarterback staring at me, confused. "What do you mean?" He asked. The jock sounded confused, not to mention a little hurt as well.

"What do I mean? Tyler, you are completely covered in fur from the neck down." I gestured at the naked man in front of me to make my point clear.

The werewolf looked down at his body before turning his golden eyes back towards me. "So?"

"So... This isn't 'normal'." I explained, walking past him as I spoke.

"Well I may have been bitten by a... a werewolf." Tyler shook his head and frowned as he turned to face me. "That still sounds dumb to say." He muttered under his breath before speaking up. "But that doesn't mean this isn't a relationship, right?"

"Tyler, I believe the first words you said to me were: 'What the fuck is happening to me?'" I mimicked, pausing in front of the laundry to check how long it would take before Tyler's clothing would be dry. "And five minutes later you were begging me to run away."

"True." Tyler admitted, smiling sheepishly. "But five minutes after _that _I was, well... You know."

"So since you ate my cum that makes this a 'normal' relationship?" I asked, scoffing.

"N-No! I just..." Tyler sighed and shook his head. "Drop the 'normal' thing, okay? It's weird, I know. I just... Wanted to know if this... Us..." The jock gestured between the two of us as he trailed off, hoping that I would understand.

"You mean... 'normal relationship' as in... 'boyfriends'?" I clarified, frowning. "It's a bit too soon for that, don't you think?"

The changing man bit his lip and looked down at the floor. "Y-Yeah, I guess." He muttered, shaking his head. "Maybe not boyfriends, but... You know... Something."

"Well... I _did _let you eat my cum." I muttered before shooting a grin back at the werewolf. "And I don't think friends eat each other's cum."

"So... we're 'something'?" Tyler asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." I smiled back at Tyler, who was walking across my apartment towards me.

"So... Do 'somethings' share the same bed?" Tyler grinned, stopping only inches away from me.

"That depends on a few things." I said, placing a hand on Tyler's hip as I spoke. "Do you think you can go the whole night without humping my leg?"

"That depends." Tyler mimicked me, resting his hands on my waist as he leaned in close. I could still smell the Chinese food on his breath as he spoke. "But I don't think we'll know until we try."

"Fair enough." I shrugged before glancing down at my sleepwear. "But I'm wearing this to bed. As a... Precautionary measure."

"You don't trust me?" Tyler frowned, acting hurt. As he did so, the jock pressed my hips against his, pulling our bodies together. "I promise I won't do anything bad."

"I trust you Tyler. It's your dick I don't trust." I stated, glancing down at the groin that was currently pressed against mine.

"Hmph. Fine. I supposed it would be bad if I had a wet dream. Does that mean I'm going to be the uh... The little spoon?" Tyler asked, motioning towards the bed.

"I think it does." I nodded, following the werewolf to the other side of the room.

Tyler quickly dove underneath my sheets and scooted to the side before turning back to me expectantly. I stood at the edge of the bed and shuffled uncomfortable. I'd never done anything like this before, and for the first time I was experiencing cold feet. So far I had reacted to every crazy situation that I had gotten myself into as rationally as I could, but cuddling? Why was that the thing that made me freeze?

"Are you okay? I can sleep on the floor if you want." Tyler asked, sitting up in the bed suddenly.

"No." I shook my head. "I'm just... A little nervous." I admitted, blushing a bit.

Tyler laughed and shook his head. "I am too, Forrest. This is the first time that... Well... That I'd be sleeping with a guy and expecting to see him there when I wake up the next morning."

"Do you do that a lot?" I asked hesitantly. "One night stands?"

"I... Used to. When I got bit... That was the first time I had tried doing something like that in a while. College football kind of got in the way." Tyler explained, frowning. The quarterback brought a hand up to his neck, as if recollecting the experience.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up... Him." I said, forcing myself to sit down on the bed.

"It's okay. I met you because of it, didn't I?" He asked, chuckling to himself.

I rolled my eyes at him. "That's the cheesiest thing you've said."

"But it's true. Thank you, Forrest. Without you, I... I don't know what would've happened to me by now." Tyler placed his hand atop mine and squeezed it. "Turn off the light and come to bed, Forrest. We've got a long day ahead of us."

I nodded and did as he said. By the time the light were turned off, it was hard to make out Tyler in the darkness. I sidled into the sheets as I strained to make out his shape. The only guide I had was the sound of Tyler's deep breaths next to me. I felt my hand press up against something warm, his fur, and I settled down in bed next to the heat. Tentatively, I brought my hand around the shape of Tyler's body, my arm curling around his side. I could feel the warm body press back into mine as the jock pulled the covers over us.

"This is nice, right? No reason to be nervous." Tyler's deep voice whispered.

"Yeah." I nodded, closing my eyes. "This feels good." I pressed my body tightly against Tyler as I spoke.

"Good." Tyler murmered, already half asleep. "Goodnight Forrest."

"Goodnight, Tyler." I yawned, nestling my face deeper into my pillow as I did so.

I quickly slipped into a deep sleep, my arm still wrapped around the furred male. I had no dreams that night, or at least I didn't remember any. I do, however, remember waking up to an empty bed.

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"Tyler?" I mumbled groggily, my hand reaching out in front of me in a lazy attempt to find the missing werewolf.

I let the covers roll off of me as I slowly sat upright. I glanced around the apartment, hoping to see some sign of the quarterback.

"Tyler?" I called out again. My haze-induced sleep was slowly dissipating as I glanced around the room for more details. Someone had left my dryer door open, and I could tell that the light in my bathroom was still on.

"Tyler?!" I shouted once more, panic slipping into my voice as I threw the covers off of me. I stood up and stumbled over to the bathroom door, shoving it open in one push.

The quarterback stood there in shock, staring back at me in confusion. He had a toothbrush in his mouth, the same one he had used last night. It was weird seeing the werewolf with his clothes on again. He almost looked completely human again. Well, despite the thick mat of fur sticking out from beneath the hem of his sweatshirt.

The startled jock spit into the sink and turned back to me, a look of panic on his face. "What's wrong? Is 'he' here?"

"What? No." I shook my head, letting out a huge sigh of relief. "I thought for a moment that you'd... Left?"

"Left?" Tyler asked, tilting his head in confusion. "No, I woke up over an hour ago, Forrest. I tried to wake you, too. You're just a heavy sleeper."

I frowned and shook my head. "What time is it?"

"Noon." Tyler said as he rinsed out the sink. "We slept in."

"Noon?" I furrowed my brow as I tried to remember what I had wanted to get done today. Suddenly, the plan came back to me.

"We need to find the student!" I shouted. "Who got attacked!"

"Easy there, Forrest. You should probably get dressed first." Tyler motioned at my clothing and grinned. "Besides, there's no rush. We're just asking people around campus if they know who was attacked, right? We've got all day."

"No, we're not Tyler." I said, rushing out of the bathroom and towards my dresser. "We're meeting someone today who I have no doubt _knows _all about the incident."

Tyler followed me out of the bathroom and watched as I speedily undressed. "Who?" He asked, sounding confused.

"Carol Kuhn. She's in charge of all school-wide emails... But she's only in her office for another," I glanced at the clock as I hastily scrambled to zip my jeans. "Forty minutes, so we've got to go."

"Why on Earth would she tell us what we need to know?" Tyler asked, obviously confused as to why we had to meet with Mrs. Kuhn. “Isn't that private?"

"You've obviously never met the lady." I began, quickly sliding into my 'STAFF' shirt. "And you... Actually probably shouldn't."

I frowned as I looked at Tyler. The varsity jacket was a dead giveaway as to who he was. The man was a walking landmine for someone like Carol. If they didn't play their cards right, it wouldn't be long until the woman squeezed out every secret they were holding.

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Chapter 13: "We're Dating"

"We're running out of time! Stay outside the office, and if she forces you in here let me do the talking." I whispered hurriedly as the two of us sped down the faculty hallway. I gripped my camera in my hands as we hustled our way through the college building. Tyler was hot on my heel, glancing between me and the door at the end of the hall.

"Okay. Don't let her see me. Keep my hood on. Stay outside. Don't talk to her." Tyler repeated. The jock had heard me give the same advice at least eight times on the car ride over.

A placard titled 'C. Kuhn' bore down on the two of us. Traffic had been worse than we were expecting, and I half expected the office to be empty by now. I placed my hand on the knob and turned to look at Tyler, my free hand gesturing for the jock to move away.

The knob in my hand suddenly jerked away from my grip, causing me to stumble forward. A high pitched gasp ran out from the other side of the door as I awkwardly ran into Mrs. Kuhn's office.

"Oh dear!" The voice cried out.

I whipped my head around to see Mrs. Kuhn standing at the doorway, a stack of paperwork in one of her hands. The middle aged woman stared at me through her thick framed glasses with wide eyes.

"Carol!" I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

Mrs. Kuhn's eyes darted between Tyler and me, her mouth still open at the sudden startle I had given her. She was wearing one of her assorted variations of hand-knitted sweaters that she loved to give out to the school faculty on Christmas. Today, it was a green sweater with a... dog? On it? Or maybe it was cat. An animal, at the very least. Her sweaters always looked too big on her body, but one shouldn't be fooled by appearances. Mrs. Kuhn was one of the most active members of Dremond's faculties, having competed in countless triathlons over the years. The first thing one usually notices about Mrs. Kuhn is either her strange collection of sweaters or her love of all physical sports.

"Forrest? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" Her eyes narrowed accusingly. For a second, I mentally cursed Kuhn's infamous memory before I remembered that we were here for exactly that.

"Carol!" I shouted again, my mind racing for an excuse. "It's actually a field day for Journalism 342!"

"I see." Carol said, hoisting the heavy stack of folders up in her arms. "I'd love to help you Forrest but momma's got a lot of paperwork to-"

Mrs. Kuhn suddenly stopped talking as her eyes settled on Tyler's jacket. The woman gasped aloud and dropped the stack of folders to the floor.

"Forrest." She stated, her eyes still locked on Tyler. "Is that..?"

I turned around to look at Tyler, who stared desperately back at me.

"Yes, Carol. I also came here because I... Ran into the Dremond Jackals star quarterback! And I thought... 'Hey! Carol would love to meet him!'"

"Oh, bless your heart, Forrest!" Carol said before grappling me in a bear hug. I gasped aloud as I felt all of the air rush out of my lungs. I almost felt like tapping out, as if that would have helped me in the slightest.

"Uh, what?" Tyler asked, looking confused.

"Come in! Come in! I'm so glad I still have it!" Carol exclaimed, dropping me to the floor. I would have stumbled backward if Tyler hadn't helped me stay on my feet. She whipped around and in ran back into her office, her files forgotten.

"My husband wanted me to hang it up in our living room for quite some time, and I was just about to cave until you came here, Forrest. Oh, bless your heart!" Carol rambled from inside her office.

Tyler looked at me once more, confusion written plainly across his face. After I caught my breath I stepped over the pile of folders on the floor and entered the woman's office. "She likes sports." I offered for clarity, hoping to prepare Tyler for the sight inside.

Tyler joined me inside the room, and the confusion vanished from his face. Every inch of the woman's office walls were covered in Dremond Jackals memorabilia. Photos of all-star players, autographs from those that went pro, and jerseys hung each wall. Carol was busily fumbling with a photo frame on the other side of the room as Tyler stared in awe at the room.

"That's... Quite the collection you have. How old is that photo of R.C. Herring?" Tyler began.

I elbowed the jock in a desperate attempt to shut him up. This was his first time dealing with Mrs. Kuhn, but I knew the dangers of talking to this woman. If you didn't get to the point of your conversation quickly with her, you were doomed to spend up to four hours moving from side-tangent to side-tangent.

"Actually, Carol. While you're getting that jersey out of its frame, I was wondering if you could work your magic for me." I spoke my words as sweetly as I could, hoping that she would catch onto my tone.

Carol froze and turned sharply towards me, a stern look on her face. "Forrest." She chastised. "If it's not about sports statistics then you know I can't-"

I coughed and glanced at Tyler behind me. The woman gasped as she connected the pieces together. "Forrest, you wouldn't!"

"I'm sorry Mrs. K but I need this info. I promise we'll make sure you aren't credited as a source." I said, holding up my camera.

"What did he do to get you to sign up for this, hm? Did he pay you? I'll pay you double!" Mrs. Khun said, holding up the jersey for Tyler to see. The number 5 was written clearly on the back of the white uniform, the words WHITTAKER written above it.

"You want me to... Sign?" Tyler asked, unsuredly.

"And a picture." I added, gesturing at a photo album that was open on one of her filing cabinets. There were hundreds of photos in there with Mrs. Khun standing next to her favorite players. "But first..."

Mrs. Kuhn let out a drawn out sigh and looked up at the ceiling of her office. "Okay, okay. You win. I assume it's about the assault on campus?"

"Yep." I said, fishing through her desk for a stray paper. I handed a red ink pen to Tyler as I did so and motioned for him to sign the jersey.

"His name is Brandon... Something. Let me look it up." She said, sitting down in her chair and quickly tapping away at her keyboard.

"What happened to that wonderful memory of yours, Carol?" I jeered. Mrs. Kuhn scoffed in reply, choosing not to respond to my jab. The more I irritated her, the more chance we could leave at a decent time.

I watched as Tyler awkwardly scrawled his signature on the jersey. It looked like Tyler wasn't used to signing things. Strange, I thought athletes did that kind of thing all the time.

"Here's his information." Mrs. Kuhn said, swinging her monitor around. I'd rummaged through the school's database to know where to look for the information I needed. "Word on the street is it wasn't just an assault." She continued, lowering her voice. "They say the attacker was a, well... I shouldn't say anymore."

Tyler and I exchanged looks as we both used our pens to write. Tyler finished first, holding the jersey out to Mrs. Kuhn.

"Here you go, uh, Carol." Tyler said, handing the jersey to her.

The woman quickly grabbed it from him and slipped it on before beaming down at the signature with glee.

"Oh, Tyler." She cooed. "I was rooting for you so hard in your last game. It's such a shame what happened."

I could see Tyler tense at the subject. I had chosen to ignore the subject entirely when I was with Tyler in an attempt not to stir some unsettled issues, but Carol was not one to beat around the bush.

"I... I choked. I'm sorry." Tyler said through gritted teeth, looking down shamefully.

"It's okay, dear. Things happen. The worst thing you can do is hold onto it and let it choke you up in the future. Move on! Accept the loss, and pick yourself back up off the ground!" Carol cheered, slapping Tyler on the back.

The jock stumbled forward slightly, surprised by the strength behind her arm.

"Alright you two, we're on a schedule right now... What with class and all." I stood up and placed the note in my back pocket as I lied. "Let's get this picture and move on out of here."

Carol turned towards the camera and flashed her signature smile. I had yet to meet someone with a brighter smile than Mrs. Kuhn. Tyler looked at the lens and gave a weak grin, his eyes darting away from the camera as I pressed the button.

*click*

"One more. Tyler? Look into the camera for me, please." I said patiently.

"Sorry." Tyler mumbled. "I'm not really... Photogenic."

Tyler gave an even weaker smile, his eyes practically straining to look at the camera.

*click*

"Perfect." I said, lying through my teeth. "I'll have the picture on your desk next week, okay?"

"Oh wait! He had his hood on!" Carol said, pointing at Tyler's jacket. "Shouldn't we-?"

"Nope! Tyler and I have to be going. Like I said, we're one a tight schedule."

"'We'?" Carol asked, placing her hands on her hips. "I thought you said you happened to run into Mr. Whittaker?"

"I, well..." I began, turning to look at Tyler. "We're actually-"

"Dating. We're on a date." Tyler interrupted.

My mouth dropped open in shock. I didn't know how to respond. I turned to look at Tyler, eyes wide.

"And I'm not playing next year. Sorry Mrs. Kuhn." Tyler stated casually, shrugging.

If my jaw could drop any lower it would have.

"N-Now hold on there, Mr. Whittaker..." Carol began, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Yeah, wait... Tyler." I began, grabbing his arm. "You didn't tell me-"

"I made up my mind... Before the uh, last game. I don't want to keep playing. The team knows." Tyler said, looking down at the floor.

"Well, I... Oh my." Carol Kuhn said, her voice shaken by the sudden news.

"We've got be going now. What with that... Date and all." Tyler said, stepping over the folders in the doorway.

I quickly followed, leaving Carol all alone. I ran to catch up to Tyler and punched him in the elbow as hard as I could. The werewolf growled in confusion and spun around.

"What the hell, Tyler?!" I exclaimed.

"I panicked! I didn't know what to say!" Tyler explained, rubbing his elbow with one hand.

"Not about that _you idiot! You're giving up the game?" I asked, looking hurt. Why hadn't he told me? "You do realize you were talking to _Carol Kuhn, the biggest gossip on campus, right?"

"I... I already talked it through with the coach. It's fine. And after all... _this _happened, I... It only makes more sense." Tyler said shrugging.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, bewildered that he would drop this now, of all times.

"No." He stated firmly, turning to continue his trek down the hallway.

I stared at the jock in confusion, my mouth still agape. I had no choice to follow him. After all, he didn't know the way to Brandon's dorm room.

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Chapter 14: "Stay Safe, Okay?"

The elevator up Brandon's dormitory was silent. I had tried to bring up the subject of the game on multiple occasions, and each time I had been shut down. If anything, I was only making him more frustrated with me, so I stayed quiet. The two of us now stood in front of the victim's door, my knuckles hovering in front of it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked suddenly, turning to look up at Tyler.

Tyler nodded hesitantly. "Y-Yeah. I just feel a little... Weird."

"If you need to uh... 'tap out', I saw a bathroom down the hall." I nodded down the hallway as I spoke.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine." Tyler said. His skin looked pale and clammy, and I could tell he was lying for my sake. That, or he was just as curious about this lead as I was.

I rapped my knuckles against the door five times as I glanced once more in Tyler's direction. I gave him a smile of encouragement as we waited for a response.

The door opened slowly, halting after only a small portion of it had moved.

"Hello?" A meek voice called out from beyond the cracked door. I could see Brandon's eye peeking out at us from beyond. I tried to give the college student as warm of a smile as I could as I waved at him.

"Hi there. You're Brandon right?" I asked, tilting my head a little as I spoke. The young man's room was dark, which struck me as odd. Had he been sleeping?

"Uh, yeah. A-And you are?" Brandon said, the door opening just a bit further as he spoke.

"We're... Students. At this school." I began, suddenly fumbling over my words. Of all the things I could have said, I chose 'students'? I could see Brandon frown as he looked between the two of us.

"Do I know you guys?" The college student asked unsurely. It wasn't until I heard the resentment in his voice that I realized how strange we looked. Between Tyler's hood and my camera, the two of us looked incredibly shady.

"No. Or at least, we haven't officially met yet. We just heard from a... Concerned friend... What happened to you, and we wanted to hear it from you." I said, trying to sound as confident as one could whilst lying through their teeth.

I watched as Brandon's door slowly opened further, allowing me to see all of the young man for the first time. He definitely had a freshman vibe about him, that much was evident. The man looked incredibly unkempt as well, as if he had just gotten out of bed. "Did Henry tell you guys?" Brandon asked, turning on the light of his room. "I told him not to say anything."

I opened my mouth to speak as my mind raced for the appropriate response. Should I lie and say I know 'Henry'?

"We just want to know what happened." Tyler suddenly said, catching me off guard. I think it caught Brandon off guard as well, the jock's deep voice making the skittish youth step back suddenly.

The young man looked like he was debating whether or not to let us into his room, his mouth curving into a thin frown as he glanced between us. Eventually Brandon nodded, and swung the door completely open. "Okay, but... It's not a fun story. You probably won't believe me, anyways."

"Honestly at this point... There's not a lot you can say that we wouldn't believe. Trust me." I stepped past Brandon and into his small dormitory as I spoke, examining his room for the first time.

For how disorderly Brandon had first appeared, his dorm room was meticulously clean. The only thing that wasn't in perfect condition was his bed, whose sheets lay sprawled across the floor. I could only assume this meant that the young man had just gotten up. I could see Brandon's eyes follow the enormous jock cautiously as Tyler joined me in the middle of the room.

"Are you guys with the school newspaper?" Brandon asked, turning back to me and pointing at my camera.

"Yes, but... This isn't about journalism right now." I said, my expression darkening. "We need to know about what happened to you."

"Why?" Brandon pressed, moving to sit on his bed.

"Well... That's a little complicated." I began, scratching my head. "You see, we-"

"We're gathering evidence." Tyler interrupted, making Brandon jump once more. I held up my camera in one hand to further accentuate the jock's point.

"This might not have been a one-time thing, Brandon." I continued. Brandon grew still and looked down at the floor, his hands resting on his knees.

"It was about... Two in the morning." Brandon suddenly said, slowly raising his head to meet my eyes. "I was walking to my car from Henry's... You know where he lives, right?"

"Yeah..." I said unsurely, looking at Tyler for help. "What street does he live on again?"

"His place is on 4th Avenue. I always park at the top of this parking structure about a quarter mile from his place. Yeah, it's out of the way and you have to cut through the campus park a bit, but parking sucks downtown, y'know?"

We both nodded encouragingly at Brandon as he looked between us. I could see the tension in the freshmen's shoulders dissipate as he took a deep breath.

"So anyways, I'm still pretty buzzed... Cross-faded, actually. I'm headed back from his place and I'm cutting through the campus park, and there's a split in the park trail ahead of me. One heads deeper into the park while the other is towards my car." Brandon made gestures with his hands as he spoke, as if he was somehow drawing out a map for us.

"I thought I was like, hallucinating it at first, but standing on the trail a little ways down was this guy. He had a hoodie on, and he was acting all... weird. I dunno how to explain it. He was breathing all heavy-like and he had this slouch about him. I wasn't at my 100% obviously, but I was sober enough to realize that the guy was definitely sketchy. So I just... Took the other path." Brandon shrugged and shook his head. "It seemed like the smart idea at the time. I... I thought he hadn't seen me yet, y'know? But I guess he did."

"What happened then?" Tyler crossed his arms as he asked the question.

"I noticed he was still following me after a while. I didn't want to start running yet, 'cuz he was keeping his distance, but... It was real freaky. I felt like I was being stalked."

"You _were _being stalked." Tyler said, his voice almost a growl. I could feel the anger radiating off the quarterback. Even I felt a little intimidated by the accusation.

"Yeah... Yeah I guess I was." Brandon said meekly, shrinking into his bed as he spoke. "I was almost out of the park when he started closing the gap between us. When he started doing that, you can bet your ass that I started walking faster too. As soon as I stepped foot out of the park trail he stopped following me. I thought he'd given up or something... Blamed it all on paranoia."

"But it wasn't, was it?" I pressed, leaning forward.

"No. No it wasn't." Brandon admitted with a sigh. "The parking lot... Was pretty barren by the time I got there. I took the elevator, like I always do... And while it was closing he..."

Brandon shook his head and stopped talking for a moment. I glanced worriedly at Tyler as we waited for Brandon to continue.

"He slipped inside, and..."

"Did he attack you?" I asked, taking a step forward.

"It's... He grabbed me, and... I didn't really have time to think about it."

"That's awful." I admitted, imagining for a moment how terrifying the situation would have been if I was him. "If you don't mind me asking... What did he... Do to you?"

Brandon refused to meet my eyes as he shook his head. The freshmen let out a small laugh as he did so, as if he found the situation funny. "I... I didn't even tell Henry this, man."

"It's okay. We won't tell him." Tyler said. It seemed the big jock had calmed down a bit.

"He..." Brandon began before trailing off. The young man took a deep breath before speaking once more. "He grabbed me... Through my jeans. I didn't realize was he was doing at first..."

"Did it go further than that?" I asked.

Brandon shook his head. "No, I... I pushed back. I kneed him in the crotch and he like, 'snarled' at me and fell backwards."

"Snarled?" I questioned.

"Fell backwards?" Tyler added.

The freshmen nodded before swallowing tightly. "Yeah. The elevator opened up and I started running for my car. He grabbed at my jeans but I slipped past him."

"I assume you escaped?" I said.

"Y-Yeah, but... After I locked the car door he kind of... Like, kept trying to get in."

"What do you mean?"

"He... Stabbed at the door with something real sharp." Brandon explained, making stabbing motions with one hand as he spoke. "Left all these scratch marks on it. It was wild, man."

"Can I see what he did? I mean... The damage to your car?"

Brandon reached for his phone as he nodded. "It's already getting repaired." The young man tapped busily on its screen as he spoke before handing me his phone. "But I did send a pic of the damage to my insurance company."

Five deep gouges lined the side of Brandon's car, as if a clawed hand had swiped the side of his car. The evidence was damning... There was no doubt in my mind that Brandon's assailant was a werewolf.

"Can I send this picture to myself in a text?" I asked, my fingers already typing in my phone number before I finished my question.

"Y-Yeah." Brandon said, nodding hesitantly.

I couldn't help but blush as I glanced at the other pictures on his phone. It seemed Brandon had been saving some rather... Incriminating pictures on his phone. There were pictures of both Brandon and another man on here. Both of them seemed... Quite happy to be sharing the same bed. I couldn't help but suspect that this 'Henry' person Brandon kept talking about and the other man in these photos were one in the same.

"You said he was wearing a hoodie?" Tyler asked, eyes boring down at Brandon. "What... What color was it?"

"It was red. Like, a deep red." Brandon explained.

"Did it have a white line running through it?" Tyler pressed, his voice turning into a low growl.

"Y-Yeah..." Brandon frowned, looking up at Tyler with confusion. "How did you-"

"Did he hurt you at all?" Tyler interrupted, his intense expression forcing Brandon to look elsewhere.

"No... Not really." Brandon muttered, turning to look at me. "Do... you guys know anything that I don't?" I watched as the freshmen's fists clenched tightly as he waited for my response.

"Yes _and _no." I explained with a sigh, handing Brandon's phone back to him as I spoke. "We're currently... Gathering evidence. For now, I've got one last question for you. Did he... say anything to you?"

Brandon frowned and bit his lip as the young man tried to recall the other night. "He kept... Begging me. Mumbling all types of things, like 'please let me do this'... It was real scary, man."

"Thank you, Brandon." I said, turning to look at Tyler. The hulking jock looked pale and angry... A combination I hadn't seen until now. "I think its best if you stayed with your friend Henry for a few days, until you start to feel safe again."

"Thanks. I... I will. And... If you figure anything out, could you let me know?"

I smiled back at Brandon as I walked towards the dorm room. "Will do, man. Stay safe, okay?"

Brandon didn't return my smile. Instead he nodded back at me. "You too... Both of you, I mean."

We closed the door behind us and traded one last glance. Our expressions told one another all we needed to know.

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Chapter 15: "Real Different, Too"

The elevator ride down was quiet. Each of us was far too occupied trying to process the information that we had just received to talk to one another. I pulled out my phone to look at Brandon's car as I replayed the history of what happened in my head once more.

"The guy that bit me... He was wearing the exact same hoodie, Forrest." Tyler spoke at last, a look of grave concern plastered on his face. "I dunno if that's a coincidence or not, but-"

"No, I understand. Your attacker was definitely there, Tyler. I think it's about time I saw those texts Pitcher42 sent you."

"You can't. I... Deleted them." Tyler shamefully admitted, the large man looking down at the floor as he spoke.

"You did what?" I asked, completely baffled.

"He... Told me to. Before we met up." Tyler sounded more frustrated with himself than anything. I could see the large man grind his teeth as he huffed in disappointment.

"Do you remember what they said?"

"No... Not really. There wasn't really anything of... Substance." Tyler scratched at his groin, a look of clear uncomfortableness written on his face.

"So the two of you just talked?"

"Well, we did... More than just 'talk'." Tyler clarified, blushing a little as he spoke.

"So by 'of little substance'... You meant that the two of you just sent dirty texts for a while." I raised an eyebrow accusingly at Tyler, who simply nodded in return.

"For about a week, yeah."

"Did you notice anything change?" I pressed, staring up at the pale man's face. "About the way the two of you talked?"

"It kind of surprised me that he wanted to meet up. When we first started... 'talking', he said he couldn't meet in person." Tyler shifted uncomfortably as he spoke, as if something was bothering him.

"He 'couldn't'? Was that his exact phrasing?" I asked; the ping of the elevator reaching ground level letting us know that the door was opening. The two of us stepped out of its confines and into a crowd of freshmen.

"Something like that, yeah. Why?"

"Maybe he was aware of his 'condition', Tyler. Maybe 'Red' knew that the two of you couldn't meet." I explained, glancing around at the other students in paranoia.

"But then why would he change his mind all of a sudden?" The jock sounded frustrated as we exited to the large dormitory building. His pace was slowing down as well, forcing me to turn around to speak to him.

"I don't know." I continued, racking my head to fit the puzzle pieces together. "Maybe he liked you? Wanted to 'change' you?"

"The man I talked to and the man I met felt like... two different people, Forrest." The jock explained, stopping in his tracks to rest against the side of the dorm. "It's hard to explain, but the 'Red' I met... All he did was bite me."

"That's all he did?" I said, my own voice growing exasperated. "And then he ran?"

"Yes!" Tyler practically barked out his reply before sagging against the wall for support. "It's hard to really remember... but that's what happened."

"This doesn't make sense." I muttered, moving next to the winded werewolf. "I feel like we're missing something. Maybe we should stop by this 'Henry' and pay him a visit. For all we know _he _could be our mystery assailant."

"Yeah..." Tyler wheezed before suddenly doubling over.

The sudden motion caught me off guard, and I knelt next to the werewolf in confusion. "What's wrong, Tyler?"

"I uh... I don't know how long we should stay in public, Forrest. All of this is getting me kind of..."

Tyler suddenly shuddered, his entire body visibly shaking as he doubled over.

"Tyler!" I hissed, looking around to see if anyone else noticed the state the werewolf was in. Luckily we had only drawn a few passing glances. "Did you just..?"

"N-No. But... It feels wei-" Tyler began, only to get cut off by another series of shudders.

"Are you all right?" I whispered, placing a hand on the jock's back in an attempt to soothe him. I had no idea what the man was experiencing right now, and that only frightened me more.

After a moment Tyler stopped shaking. "Y-Yeah." The werewolf said, slowly rising to his feet. I watched as the large jock tried to take a step before resting against the wall once more. "I... I dunno."

"Can you walk?" I asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder for support as I spoke.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can w-walk. B-But it uh... It f-feels really good down t-there, Forrest. R-Real different, too."

I glanced back down at the tent in his pants and blushed. For a second I had worried that Tyler was in serious pain; and was somehow relieved to know that it was just the werewolf's crazy sex drive acting up again. The relief didn't last long, as I imagined how awful it would be to deal with a cum drunk Tyler in the middle of campus.

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Chapter 16 "Someday"

Getting Tyler back into the car was simple enough. However, getting the werewolf to sit still was a whole other story.

The quarterback squirmed in his seat with one hand pressed against his groin. His other hand desperately tugged at his clothing in a haphazard attempt to disrobe himself.

"It's... Oh god." Tyler huffed beneath his breath. "W-What's happening to me?"

I watched as the werewolf's hand reached to unbuckle his seatbelt. His entire hand was shaking as he fumbled with the lock. I couldn't help but feel bad for the man as I placed my hand atop his.

"The same thing that's been happening to you for the past few days. You're changing, Tyler." I explained. I pulled my attention away from the open road long enough to see his expression. Tears of frustration welled in the changing man's eyes. After his hand stopped trembling I brought it back to the steering wheel.

"And don't unbuckle your seat." I added as I turned left, hoping that the wolf would still follow my orders.

I could hear the sound of a zipper as I fully rounded the corner. I turned back in time to see Tyler awkwardly begin to tug and pull at his pants.

"It feels so... S-So good." Tyler mumbled, placing a hand on the bulge of his underwear. The wolf bucked against his seatbelt as he continued to grope himself.

I glanced at the other cars surrounding us, hoping that their eyes weren't on us. "Z-Zip up your pants before someone sees you." I chastised, sinking into my seat in an effort to hide my face.

"I... B-But... I... It feels-" Tyler's voice quickly dissolved into a series of grunts and growls as the man continued to stimulate himself.

"I know, I know. It'll only be a few more minutes until we're back to my place." I cooed assuredly. The encouragement was more for me than the werewolf. I hoped that no one else had seen Tyler openly pleasuring himself in my car. Just the thought made my cheeks burn red. Suddenly, I hear a whimper from my right.

"What are-?" I began, the words falling out of my mouth as I stared down at Tyler's groin.

Things had indeed changed. Tyler had managed to sidle his underwear low enough so that his... 'cock' could slide free. I struggled to keep my eyes on the road as I listened to Tyler pant like a dog next to me. Every so often I would glance back at Tyler to take another look at his animalistic member. The head of his shaft had changed into a tapered point, a trail of clear pre connecting to his pubic fur. It looked like it had taken an even more vibrant shade of red since I had last seen it. On top of all that, it seemed that the skin of his cock was actually... Receding. I couldn't believe it at first, but with each glance I took it seemed like more and more of his cock had taken that same bright red color. Each time Tyler tried to touch himself I could hear him gasp and pull his hand away. It was after the eighth time that the werewolf tried to grope himself that I spoke up.

"Tyler, are you okay?" I asked, worried that his sensitive shaft was hurting him.

"I... I... It's not... Stopping." Tyler whimpered, his hand trying once more to touch the head of his shaft.

The werewolf's back arched suddenly as he did so, his hips bucking rapidly against the air in rapid succession. I could feel the entire car rocking as I changed lanes.

Eventually Tyler's motions subsided, and the werewolf slumped back into his car seat. When I turned to look at his cock again, things had _definitely _changed. His entire cock was bright red now. Whatever _had _been left of his skin was now bundled around the base of his shaft. It took me a second to realize what I was looking at, but as the fur began to sprout across his newly formed sheathe it all began to click together.

"You... That's a sheathe, Tyler." I muttered, rounding the last bend towards my apartment complex.

Tyler didn't respond at first. The werewolf just sat and stared at himself as he watched the last of his fur come in. The base of his shaft seemed fatter... Almost thicker than the rest of it as well. I searched my mind for what the anatomy of a canine cock looked like, but was interrupted as a soft moan broke the silence in the car.

"I... Forrest, this feels so weird. It's getting... Hard to think." Tyler rasped, shaking his head. The sporadic spasms that ran through the werewolf's lower half indicated that the wolf was still in the throes of pleasure, but Tyler's comment worried me.

"Just hold on for me, pal. We're almost back to my place." I reassured, releasing a deep sigh of relief as I finally pulled into my parking space.

Tyler hissed as he tried to touch his shaft again, visibly wincing as his hand recoiled.

"Does it hurt?" I asked worriedly.

"No, 's... Sensitive." Tyler slurred, frowning. "I... I need to c-cum so bad, Forrest. I..."

"We're at my apartment, Tyler." I explained, pointing at my door. "All you need to do is zip your pants back up and-"

"You have no idea how... How amazing this is." Tyler interrupted, turning to look at me. I had never noticed that the wolf's entire body was shaking before. "How much I... I want to... Nng!"

Tyler's hips jerked once more, sending another rivulet of pre trickling down his newly formed cock.

"How much... I have to hold myself b-back around you..." Tyler continued, his golden eyes staring into mine. "I... I want you to... To feel like this, Forrest."

I sat there, mouth open, as I searched for the right words. "You're cum drunk again, Tyler." I said at last, turning the engine off.

"It's true, though." Tyler whined, his hand tentatively reaching out to his groin once more. "I... I think I know how Red felt."

"What?" The comment made my heart skip a beat. I looked fearfully up at the big jock as my mind raced to understand what he was trying to tell me.

"I think he... It's... A need." Tyler began to explain, tears welling in his eyes once more. "He needed it, a-and I... I need it, too."

"Tyler..." I began, frowning. The big werewolf looked awfully sad for someone who was on the verge of cumming.

"I don't want to, Forrest. B-But at the same time I... I really want to." Tyler grunted, the frustration in his voice clearly evident.

"But you can hold yourself back, right?" I asked, unbuckling my seatbelt. What if Tyler shook his head no? Should I run? The thought of leaving Tyler behind made my heart ache. I couldn't do that to the big guy, even if he couldn't control himself.

"Of course I can, but... But I... What if Red thought he could as well?" Tyler asked, whimpering in delight as he pressed two fingers against his bobbing cock.

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"What if Red thought he was in control?" Tyler continued. "But then something happened and he... He lost it? He snapped?"

It was possible that Red 'snapped'. The thought of someone biting Tyler and stalking Brandon was terrifying enough, but the idea that the assailant wasn't fully in control of his own actions only made it more chilling.

"That... Might have happened." I said at last.

"I don't wanna snap, Forrest." Tyler whined, his hips bucking suddenly as a tear rolled down his cheek. "I don't want to hurt you, o-or do something you don't want me to do."

"Hey, Tyler. You don't have to cry about it. You haven't turned me."

Or at least, he hadn't turned me yet. The longer Tyler talked, the more unsafe I felt around him. I knew I had to trust the big werewolf, but it was getting pretty hard to with the guy staring at me like this.

"B-But I _want _to, Forrest. Nng... I-Is this how Red felt?"

"Let's get you inside my place, Tyler." I said, unbuckling his seatbelt for him. I didn't want to answer his question, at least not now.

"S-So what... So I can cum?" Tyler growled, grabbing my hand before I could remove it from the seatbelt. "And then what? Even after I cum I... I still want to turn you. I want you to... To smell like me, a-and feel how I feel. That n-need doesn't go away."

"Tyler..." I began. I didn't know what to say. The werewolf was obviously struggling with something, but there was no way I could relate to what he was feeling. "You aren't Red, okay?"

"But I... I feel _bad _for Red. Even if he did do something terrible to me, a-and to that other guy, I... I feel bad for him. I want to hate him, but I don't think I can, Forrest. He's lonely. I can feel it... Somehow. I think Red lost control, a-and... As much as I don't want to admit it... I think I am too. I wanna kiss you. A-And hug you. And I want to... To turn you." Tyler closed his eyes and turned his head away from me in shame. I could see his cock begin to sink back into his newly formed sheathe as he let go of my hand.

"Even if you do... Do you think that need will go away? Or will you just be adding another horny werewolf into the mix?" I asked, expressing my doubts.

"I... I don't care." Tyler said, shaking his head slowly. "I'm sorry, but I don't."

"Then how about this." I began, turning the jock's head back towards me as I spoke. "Someday I will."

"Someday?" Tyler asked, sniffing quietly.

I nodded and swallowed tightly. I knew what I was about to say was not something to be stating lightly, but I had already made up my mind. "When all of this is over... And we stop Red... You can turn me, okay?"

Tyler seemed to relax as I explained myself to him. The jock wiped a tear away and nodded back at me. "O-Okay. I think I can... Hold out until then."

"Good." I smiled, hoping the big guy would return it. "Now zip up your pants and let's get inside."

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Chapter 17: "You're Too Nice"

The walk to the apartment was quiet, and the few minutes we had spent in my apartment were proving to be even more awkward. Tyler sat on the foot of my bed, his hands cupped over his crotch.

"I'm sorry about back there... In the car." Tyler said at last, eyes still trained on the floor in front of him.

I walked over to the large man and sat down beside him. "Yeah, but... You meant it, didn't you?"

"Yeah." Tyler rubbed his eyes as he spoke.

Slowly, I rested my head against his shoulder, my side pushing up against his as we sat in silence. I listened to Tyler try and recompose himself; his breathing slowly returning to its normal rate. I had once been quick to scoff at the idea of werewolves, and now I was resting my head against one's shoulder. I knew Tyler must've been even more confused than I was about all of this. After all, I wasn't the one who had been bitten. I thought back to our last conversation and how scared Tyler had sounded... He didn't know what he was becoming, and the only other person out there that he could compare himself to was currently running around campus attacking other students.

"Tyler?" I spoke at last, breaking the silence. He didn't respond to me, so I chose to keep speaking.

"I don't want you comparing yourself to Red." I explained, closing my eyes. "You haven't hurt me... And I trust that you won't. I'm not afraid of you, Tyler."

"Yeah?" Tyler spoke at last, his voice barely a whisper.

"You're scared Tyler, and that's okay. I'm scared too. But you aren't alone." I placed a hand on his thigh as I spoke; pressing the fabric of his jeans against his fur. "Even if you're... The only one changing... I'm going to help you through it. I... I meant what I said back in that car. When this is all over... And we stop Red... You can turn me, okay?"

"Forrest..." Tyler whispered. I felt his hand rest gently atop mine as we sat in silence. The large man's thumb slowly stroked my wrist as time passed.

"You're... Too nice, Forrest." The werewolf suddenly stated.

"Too nice?" I couldn't help but laugh at the compliment, causing me to pull myself upright. "I'm the guy that blackmailed you, remember?"

I turned to look at Tyler; his expression much calmer now than it had been in the car.

"No, I mean it." Tyler explained, looking sheepish. "You're... The nicest guy I've ever met."

"And you, Tyler, are the most soft-hearted quarterback I have ever met." I retorted, nudging him in the arm with my elbow.

"I'm not always so... Cheesy." He blushed, turning away. "I just can't help myself."

"You also happen to be the kinkiest guy I know as well." I continued, jeering back at Tyler playfully.

Tyler's cheeks reddened more as he turned to look at me. "Wha-? Really?"

"Tyler, we practically did pet play in the bathroom," I reminded him, "Cum drunk or not, you were loving it."

"I... Well-" Tyler began.

I cut him off as I leaned back into his larger frame. "Not to mention your weird fixation with feet. Is it all feet, or are there some you like more than others?"

"It's..." Tyler paused, golden eyes darting between the floor and my stare. "There are some I like more."

"Is that so? Care to explain?" I teased, smiling back at Tyler.

"Well I... I like yours a lot." Tyler admitted, his frame shrinking in on itself as he spoke. "But it's... less to do with the foot itself and more about what you... What you do with it."

"Interesting." I hummed, my eyes turning to his lower half. I watched as I slowly brought my hand out from beneath his and placed it against the werewolf's groin. Tyler stiffened at the sudden sensation, and I could feel the fabric of his jeans push back against my hand.

"How does it feel? Is it still sensitive?" I asked, listening to the soft moans that I could elicit from Tyler.

"Yeah. It's... It's pressing up against my-" Tyler began, his words cut short as I groped him. The werewolf let out a deep moan as he bucked against my hand. I could feel his press against my hand, and I could feel my own groin stirring from the sensation.

"Then take them off." I blurted out, standing up suddenly. "All of it."

I was surprised by my own eagerness, and the look on Tyler's face made it clear that he was surprised too.

"I... O-Okay!" Tyler didn't need more than that to hastily begin undressing in front of me. His pants dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. It still shocked me to see just how _furry _Tyler was underneath all of his clothing. The jock's underwear quickly followed, the tapered head of his cock already peeking out of his sheathe.

"Oh that feels so much b-better." Tyler moaned aloud before tossing his sweater onto his bed. The big werewolf struggled with the last article of clothing, his shirt catching underneath his chin. I smiled as I watched the furry jock strain to untangle himself.

It's hard to break instinct, and I did little to stop myself from reaching for my camera. I'm a photographer by nature after all, and this was the most candid moment I'd witnessed in a while.

*click*

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Chapter 18: "A Bit Of Encouragement"

The camera's shudder made Tyler freeze, and the wolf slowly pulled his shirt back down over his body. Tyler looked at me, and then at my camera, his mouth hanging open in confusion.

"W-What are you..?" He began, tilting his head.

"I... After the first picture I took of you, I kind of wanted to... You know. Take more. I didn't really think about it. You just looked... Really cute, and..." I glanced down at the picture I just took and blushed. It had been rather rude of me to ask without his permission, and yet...

"You don't mind, do you?" I asked, looking back up at the werewolf.

"I... I dunno." Tyler said before trying to remove his shirt once more.

I took this moment to aim up my next shot, carefully waiting for the moment when Tyler's attention would return to me.

*click*

Perfect. I couldn't help but smile at the werewolf. I felt something else stir in me... A desire to do it again.

Tyler blushed and looked sheepishly down at his feet, one hand instinctively covering his groin.

"Why are you embarrassed?" I asked, camera still raised. "Where's the werewolf who had his fingers up his ass?"

*click*

"He didn't realize he had a camera pointed on him." Tyler said, taking a step away from me. The werewolf's legs pressed against my bed as he did so, catching him off guard.

"And now that he does?" I asked, one hand carefully adjusting my lens.

"He... _I'm _a little hesitant." Tyler corrected himself, turning back to me. "I... Don't really know what to do."

"That's okay. I'll... Help you out." I hummed, tilting my head slightly as I spoke.

"H-How so?"

"Well, every time I take a picture I like... Like this one." I paused, my camera focusing on the wolf's covered groin.

*click*

"I'll give you a bit of 'encouragement'." I continued, my eyes returning to meet Tyler's golden gaze.

"E-Encouragement?" Tyler asked, still sounding a bit unsure.

"Get on the bed." I said. I hadn't meant for it to sound so forceful, but the commanding tone came to me naturally.

Tyler complied hesitantly at first, the furred jock slowly knelt atop the bed, his hands still cupped around his sheathe. The large jock's eyes were focused on the bed sheets in front of him, his blush evident as I took a step closer. I lined up the shot as best I could, hoping to capture just how bashful the quarterback looked.

*click*

Tyler tensed at the sound, his eyes darting to meet mine as I continued to close the distance between us.

"See? That's not so hard. Stay there. Just like that." I encouraged, trying to make my voice sound as persuasive as possible.

*click click*

"I don't think you realize how hot you look." I stated, bending over slightly to correct my angle. "You know that, don't you?"

Tyler didn't say anything. I could see Tyler's hands readjust over his groin, giving his sheathe more room as it continued to swell. Still, the jock refused to meet my camera's gaze.

"Of course you know it." I continued, hoping to get some sort of reaction out the quarterback. "You're getting horny as well, aren't you?"

*click*

"Of course you are. I think you might actually like this as much as I do." I stated, bringing a hand to press against the bulge in my own pants. I watched as Tyler's eyes locked on the tent in my pants, his hands adjusting once more to hide his shame. It took a lot of effort for the werewolf to pull his eyes away from my package, his golden gaze returning to the sheets before him.

"Of course you like this. Why don't you prove it to me, hm?" I murmured, quickly adjusting the settings of my camera before training the lens on Tyler once more. "Show the camera how much you're enjoying this."

Slowly, Tyler's hands withdrew from his groin, revealing the werewolf's plump sheathe. Over four inches of the canine cock jutted out from his groin. The wolf brought his hands to rest atop his knees as he sat beneath me.

*click*

Tyler stiffened at the sound of my shutter, his cock visibly stirring as well.

"Good. Just like that." I purred, stepping closer as I spoke. It seemed the big wolf was starting to relax, but the fact that Tyler didn't want to look into the lens made me... Want him to.

*click click*

"What's wrong, Tyler? Camera shy?" I asked, dropping the camera for just a second.

The big man looked up at me and bit his lip. "It's just... I've never been a very photogenic person."

"Well let me tell you something, Tyler. You are by far the most interesting subject I've ever had the pleasure of shooting." I said, raising my camera back up.

"Y-Yeah?" Tyler asked, eyes darting between me and the bed.

"You're handsome." I began, training my camera on him once more. "Cute."

*click*

"Horny."

*click*

"And obedient." I added, my grin turning into an all-out smile as I watched Tyler's reaction.

*click*

With each click of my shutter, I watched as Tyler grew less rigid and more excited. Over seven inches of the wolf's cock now stood between his thighs. The jock's breaths were deep, his burly chest rising up and down with each inhale. I watched intensely as the jock slowly raised his eyes up to the camera's lens. It was my turn to shudder; the satisfaction of coaxing Tyler's shyness away bringing me a pleasure I had never known before.

*click*

"Good boy." I cooed playfully, a smile in my voice as I brought myself down to one knee. I could see Tyler beginning to smile as well, his shoulders relaxing slightly as I knelt below his eye level.

"See? This isn't so bad. It's actually kind of nice, right?" I asked.

"Y-Yeah." Tyler smiled as he agreed, his head bobbing slightly in response.

*click*

"Good boy." I repeated. I had my lens trained on Tyler's cock as I watched it lurch in response to my praise. "You're quite eager, aren't you?"

*click*

Just seeing Tyler nod as eagerly as he did filled me with excitement. All types of situations began to fill my head as the creative side of me took over.

"Roll over. On your stomach." I stated, my voice filled with a cold authority.

Tyler quickly did as I said, his movement filled with the same excitement that fueled me to act. I watched as the werewolf swiveled atop the bed, dropping to all fours before quickly pressing himself down onto the sheets. Tyler had posed himself creatively, his rear now jutting towards me in a rather... intimate pose. The werewolf's head was pressed against the bed, his ass hoisted into the air in front of me. Tyler turned his head to look back at me, his expression eager for more approval.

"Very good." I said, smiling to myself. "Hold still, just like that."

*click click*

"Good boy." I chimed. I watched as Tyler's cock lurched at the praise, a thick trail of pre suddenly trailing down from the tapered head of his cock and onto the bed beneath him.

*click click click*

"So responsive, too." I chuckled. "Does it make you feel good to hear those words?"

Tyler _whined _in response, a reaction I hadn't expected to get out of him so soon. I frowned for a moment, hoping that the man wasn't getting cum drunk on me. The worry didn't last long, as I suddenly realized that the thought of a cum drunk Tyler in front of my camera was... Well... Hot.

"Get on the floor." I commanded firmly. "Pose for me."

Tyler quickly crawled onto the floor in front of me. The man knelt down, hands splayed out behind him as he leaned back.

*click*

"Good, good. Still feeling camera shy?" I asked, focusing on the need plastered across his face.

*click*

"Of course not." I spoke, not waiting for Tyler to shake his head. "In fact I think you're enjoying it."

*click*

The sight of Tyler's pre-slick cock standing beneath me was all the evidence I needed. I pressed a hand once more around my own cock, gripping my length beneath my jeans. "I'm enjoying it too, you know."

*click*

"Go ahead, see for yourself." I said, motioning for Tyler to act.

The werewolf quickly leaned forward, his hands eagerly fumbling with my zipper. In mere seconds my cock was jutting out into the open air, Tyler's mouth only inches away from his 'reward'. I watched as the jock licked his lips in anticipation for what was to come. But before that...

"Stay." I commanded. Tyler didn't object; the wolf simply sat there, eyes fixated on my cockhead.

*click*

"Good boy." I whispered, bringing my free hand to Tyler's cheek. I angled his head up to look at the lens, those golden eyes staring up at me with a _desire _I had never seen before.

*click*

"You want it, don't you?" I asked, stroking my thumb against his cheek.

Tyler whined once more and licked his lips once more in earnest.

"Such an _eager _pup." I muttered before letting go of his head.

*click*

"Well go ahead. You've earned it." Before the final word has left my mouth, the man's lips were wrapped around my cock.

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Chapter 19: "You Love This, Don't You?"

When a werewolf blows you off, there's something different _about it... Better, even. When a normal guy blows you off, they're just doing it to get _your _rocks off. But when a wolf does it, they want you to cum just as badly as you do. I for one can't speak for how a regular guy does it, but I've never seen a man suck someone off with such fervor. The jock took every inch of my cock into his mouth with ease, his lips bobbing up and down my member with an intensity... A _need. In those minutes, Tyler wanted my cum more than _anything _else. I tried to take as many shots as I could, but I quickly found myself faltering. I gasped and grunted as the werewolf worked his lips over my shaft. At a certain point I had to let the camera hang against my neck. I'd given up on capturing this moment entirely; I was far too caught up in the sensations enveloping my cock to care. I could feel myself getting closer, my hips bucking into Tyler's mouth as I gripped his hair with both hands.

I moaned loudly as I came into the werewolf's maw. Tyler greedily sucked down my load, savoring every last drop of seed that my body could produce. Even after I was completely done, it took more than a few minutes to unhinge Tyler from my cock.

"Lie on your back, pup." I commanded, picking my camera back up. I wasn't done yet, and by the raging erection Tyler was sporting he wasn't either. The werewolf quickly did as I said, lying down between my spread legs obediently.

"Look at yourself." I stated above Tyler, smirking. "You can hardly hold yourself back."

Tyler whined as he looked up at me, his tongue lolling out of his mouth slightly.

"You like my feet right?" I asked, wiggling my toes as I spoke. "Do they turn you on?"

I held one of my feet up in front of Tyler's face before pressing it down atop his chest.

"And this?" I continued, rubbing my foot through the wolf's chest fur. I slowly brought the sole of my feet up to the wolf's mouth and pressed my toes against his lips. The wolf eagerly accepted them, and began to suck and slobber each of them with wild abandon.

There's something about pressing your foot into another guys face that's undeniably empowering. I could feel a dominant energy coursing through my veins, my chest welling with pride as I let his tongue slip between the cracks of my feet.

"You love this, don't you?" I smirked, pressing his face to the side with my foot. "Who could have imagined that our school's quarterback would be so depraved?"

*click*

I leaned down over Tyler as I continued to speak, my eyes trained on his lust-hazed expression. "I used to think you were just some jock that was going to get hitched before our senior year of high school... Like a stereotypical alpha male. And yet here you are."

*click*

"Were you always this perverted? The puppy talk, the foot fetish... How long have you been getting off on thoughts like these? Since High School?" I laughed at the thought, letting my dominant persona speak for me. "What would your teammates think of you if they knew you loved bending over for other guys? Or that you got hard thinking about their feet? You don't strike me as the type of guy who worries about that kind of stuff, no... You don't spend your time fretting that they might find out your little secret. In fact, I bet you _like _entertaining the thought. Sure, you act all embarrassed, but deep down you love the thought of your coach finding out, don't you?"

*click*

I pulled my toes out of Tyler's mouth and smeared the saliva across his face. "You can try and deny it all you want, Tyler. But I think I've figured you out. Deep down, you _want _to serve. You _love _it."

"And I must admit, I'm starting to love the attention as well." I admitted, grin plastered to my face. "Your eagerness to please... It's infectious."

"I think it's about time you've earned this, pup." I growled, taking a step back. Tyler watched intently as I brought my foot back down against his stomach. The werewolf's pre had painted his fur in a thick layer of pre, and I slowly began to smear the heel of my foot against it. The jock sensed what I was about to do next, his eyes alit with anticipation as I brought my foot down against his cock.

"Is my pup still sensitive?" I cooed, sliding my slick foot across his cock. I could feel Tyler squirm and shake beneath me, his hips bucking into me with unbridled need.

"That's right." I chuckled throatily. "Keep rutting, boy."

Tyler _barked _in response as his hips picked up speed. The jock was practically humping my foot now, his cock sliding up and down the length of my saliva slathered heel. Tyler continued to elicit all kinds of noises as he did so. Barks, growls, yips, and lastly an all-out howl as he came. The wolf's cum splattered against his chest, splatter after splatter painting his golden coat white. I watched in satisfaction as the wolf beneath me continued to thrust against my foot as he rode his orgasm through to its conclusion.

*click*

"Good boy." I cooed, sliding my toes through Tyler's cum. I slowly raised my toes up to Tyler's mouth and watched as he eagerly lapped at his own mess.

*click*

And yes, I know what you're thinking. You fed a werewolf his cum using your feet?!

Why yes, I did. It was pretty hot, actually. If you think that's pretty wild, just wait. That's not even the weirdest thing we did that week.

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TO BE CONTINUED

Part 4: Coming Soon