The fourth part of the Pet Werewolf Series. After more training, Robert finally decides to test his sex pet. He gives his beautiful beast over to the other hunters to brutally fuck all day and night while his son is away. Speaking of Jace, the guy learns that the masochist he saw tied up in his basement is Asher Haywood, the man he saw on the news.
Will Asher’s body hold up from an orgy with the hunters? Will Jace fall even more in love with Asher? Will Asher lose more of himself to the depravity of his Master’s desires? Find out in Part 4 of Pet Werewolf!
Kinks: m/m, gay, rape, oral, anal, torture, gag, collar, manipulation, hypnotism, exhibitionism, bladder control, sexual slavery, pet play, orgy, orgasm delay/denial, humiliation, large insertions, double anal penetration, belly punching, nipple torture, nipple piercing, cock piercing, cbt, fisting, anal gaping, prolapse, hurt/comfort, bestiality (kind of), and so much more.
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…When Frank asked what his prize was, Master told him he could come in Asher’s eyes. The men held his face up and forced his eyes open with their fingers. Frank masturbated over him. When he was ready to come, he placed the head of his cock so close to Asher’s left eye that Asher thought the head might touch his eyeball. It should have been the least of his worries, for a second later, Asher saw only white with his left eye. Asher screamed at the feeling. He didn’t know the cum would sting. The man wasn’t done though. He spurted again in Asher’s right eye. The men let go of him and Asher tried blinking away the cum, but it only made the stinging worse.
Asher reached out in front of him, but he didn’t know where Master was. He wanted to beg the man to help him, but he couldn’t see and he wasn’t allowed to speak. He cried. Crying helped a little, but not much. Nobody gave him a towel to clean up. They just kept abusing him.
At one point he felt someone come in his ear. At another someone pissed in his ass.
They treated Asher like he wasn’t even a living creature; just a sex doll that they could use to satisfy all their fantasies. Asher passed out a few times during the night, but the men kept waking him up and torturing him some more. Eventually they didn’t wake him back up.
Asher came to while he was being held, bridal-style in big, strong arms. At first Asher thought his dad was putting him to bed, but Asher realized he wasn’t five anymore. Asher tried opening his eyes. They still stung, but he could see a little. He saw Master’s big lumberjack arms around him, carrying him upstairs.
He carried Asher into the bathroom. The man placed him on the bathroom rug before running the tub. Asher whimpered as he tried to move. His whole body hurt. His stomach hurt from being punched, his nipples felt raw, his cock was tired, his balls were bruised, his lips were swollen, his throat was sore, his eyes hurt, and his ass…his ass hurt most of all. Asher knew he was bleeding down there. The men had been so rough with him. They forced bigger and bigger objects inside him. They forced both of their cocks in him at once. They tore him. They stretched him beyond his limits. He even remembered, between bouts of unconsciousness, that they had fisted him. Or was that part a nightmare? Was it all a nightmare?
Asher looked down at his body.
No. No nightmare. It was all real. Had been. Had? Was it over? Or were the men waiting for him downstairs in the basement? Asher felt himself shiver in fear as he looked down at what they’d done to his body.
Asher had safety pins in his nipples. He had a pencil jammed down his cock. He had writing on his stomach and thighs. It was written in marker. And he had bruises everywhere. Then Asher saw his rectum. He shouldn’t be able to see his rectum. His rectum was supposed to be inside his body, but there it was, out for all to see. He’d prolapsed at some point. Asher felt the flesh and shivered…
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