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Chapter 22: The Wonders Of Moonlust

He'd still been timid, not much for sex of any sort but he'd been curious and eager just the same when Conway's grip around his waist grew tighter. His scent wasn't altogether unpleasant, but he lacked the pheromones that made bedding another wolf all the more intoxicating but had seemingly been affected by the handsome brute's touch and scent as anyone else he'd had on the end of his cock had been.

Visions of Porter Fulton and how close he'd come to having his way with him only seemed to intensify his lust. Before long the need to give in to the rut had overtaken the drunken brute who shoved his cockhead all the way home as he continued to firmly grip the narrow pale hips of his newest human lover. The human male had whimpered in pain a side effect from being stretched for what had obviously been his first time.

The heat of the rut made Conway's larger body hum with the familiar sensation of pleasure and intoxication as he began to pump his hips into the bare nether cheeks of the now moaning wine cooler drinker. Their mutually naked lover portions of their bodies coming into contact provided a sense of risk and the danger of getting caught going at it in such a public establishment seemed to only intensify the mutual lust between them aided by the boldness of the drink in their collective veins and the overwhelming desire for satisfaction in the worst way, the echoed sounds of flesh slapping against flesh continued to ring out amid the semi-darkness of the men's room.

Conway could hear the younger lad's moans and unwavering noises that had come from his lovely mouth ringing in his keen ears almost as much as the sounds of their flesh connecting had but his mind had been completely fogged by the lust that overtook his rather wolfish brain, he saw only Porter Fulton and the sensation of being inside a willing body only fueled his mind's vivid recollection.

It was a rather tight squeeze that clenched on the end of Conway's massive cock and for that, he'd been given to distinctive bliss as he hammered away at the human's shapely arse sniffing the back of his neck and losing himself in wave after wave of intense pleasure.

This had not been the first time, he'd taken up with a human.

Much less a human male, when the rut had been controlling his wolfish brain and forcing him to adhere to the desires of his none-too-subtle cock.

His days being caged as an exotic sideshow attraction had seen him bedding more humans than werewolves courtesy of his rat-faced captor.

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Unknown Room, The Gilded Cage, Unknown Location...

Lust fogged the young wolfish mind of Conway Rollins as he stood naked and dripping from head to toe by way of a thick sheen of sweat. The stench of sex had been radiating off him in waves and his cock had been slick from having delved inside many a woman wishing to have him pound her sodden insides as she visited him after purchase of a rather expensive fee. For much of his life, Conway had seen the world through a rose-colored glow from the red lights often displayed in his cage, and as a result, he had not known any other color in the world outside of it to exist.

He'd been sixteen years old and a rather sought-after veteran of his unlikely trade when it came to dealing in the work of the flesh. He had been forced by way of his lust in terms of the drug that was constantly coursing through his veins and the will of his captor to bed men alike, despite having no initial attraction to them. He had only known that his cock hungered for release and any hole had been the goal once the drugs had activated his baser wolf brain.

His massive cock pulsed with need as it swelled and veins could be seen along the thick shaft as he moved about pacing like the wild animal he had been beneath his human exterior. The instinct to breed had been alarming as the drugs had pushed his mind and body to the brink in a bid to get the results that his captor had wanted from him. A mindless sex-crazed monster had been the end result, capable of bedding anyone that opened his cage and presented a willing body to him. The unknown Alpha's blood boiled amid the effects of the drug inside him needing to dominate wanting it more than anything.

While he'd been forced to pound any orifice that his willing and overwhelmingly hard cock fit into, Conway had much-preferred women to men, but business was business and his rat-faced captor had found it equally lucrative to include men who had otherwise secret fetishes into his business model. It turned out to be quite a capital idea as they seemed to pay double the amount the women had when pressured into experiencing their secret desire for cock and the benefit of it remaining a secret at the same time.

Conway recalled all too well the first man he had ever managed to find himself bending over. It was a thin lad not so unlike the one he'd been casually shoving his massive cock into before his trip down memory lane, Deep grunts, and occasional groaning had been all that filled the room aside from the constant echo sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

The one being bent over had been the only son of a very prominent businessman with a fetish for the exotic in terms of his, hidden desires. The then younger Conway had been quite high off the drugs coursing through his already wolf blood-dominated veins, as a low hiss escaped him as his pelvis jolted forward unceremoniously smacking into the soft pale arse that had been before it.

The rut-drunk brute had been only concerned with shoving his cock inside the tightness that enveloped it and nothing else even as the mewling whimpers of the wealthy brat had reached his keen and shifting ears. Sweat drenched him as much as before making his well-toned naked body glisten in the dim red light that had been the staple of his caged existence for as long as he could remember.

The rich brat gripped the satin red sheets that lined Conway's given bed to the point of his knuckles turning white as he was jolted up and down the bedding and the plush mattress which had been a perk for the guests, but not so much for the lust-crazed beast that always inhabited the cage where it was located. The rich brat had been decent in terms of appearance, with lengthy brown hair reaching his thin grade shoulders, his flat bare pale chest had been uninspired and his thin hips were barely anything to grab onto when the thrusting got underway but he had been a trooper in terms of how much of Conway's rigid thick cock had been shoved inside him, and he took it despite the obvious signs of distress that filed across his face when the act began.

Conway was riding a massive wave of sensation and had been high out of his mind as he drilled the rich brat's pale arse feeling his testicle churn with need even as the rat-faced bastard had entered the room, a wicked grin reflecting on all the money this little act would generate for him in the long run.

There was just one little hitch in his business model, of course, The young veril werewolf was raised on illegal hormones and as a result, had never known when to stop once he'd been overdosed on the intoxicating sensations that came from his rutting.

His domineering traits had wanted to lay claim to whatever orifice he had been using and as a result, he'd kept the rich brat impaled via his throbbing cock for close to three days with his rat-faced captor's approval to some degree but he had not been able to stop once he got started and the boy's father was asking questions about his sudden disappearance.

At the height of his aggression, Conway had refused to allow his captor to sedate him and take his "mate" from him. This resulted in an unfortunate punishment in the form of Conway being beaten within an inch of his life as the rich brat crawled away in terror. His captor had smoothed things over and even continued to get money from the incident but Conway was further tormented for his perceived insolence and forced to endure the rut without a body to take it out on for a good two months which had not been good for anyone in the long run.

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The Men's Restroom, The Tavern, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...

At the present, Conway pinned the moaning wine drinker against a nearby wall in the men's bathroom of The Tavern the echo of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he continued to have his way with the former virgin male human that had caught his eye due in large part to his similar build and features to Porter Fulton. With each pump of his hips and the deeper his cock delved inside the tightness that enveloped it by way of the wine drinker, Conway only saw Porter and found himself wanting his new roommate on the end of his throbbing appendage all the more.

Neither had known why they'd been so drawn to one another, especially since they had not known each other very well to begin with, but Conway couldn't deny his attention had shifted toward the new arrival in the worst way possible. As much as he had been attempting to manage his relationship of sorts with Owen Clark, it was looking to be a case of Conway's desire for his new roommate being his main motivation for all of the unruly sex he'd been having as of late.