Disclaimer: this story contains humiliation and mind control as well as sex between males. Read only if you are willing and allowed to.
Once in every generation, there is a cursebreaker who can ease the pain of the cursed beings of the dark.
In this generation that is Mike - a regular teen. As cursebreaker, he holds great power. The wildest beasts will seek him out to rid themselves of the negative effects of their affliction.
Unfortunately for him, he doesn't know about any of this.
- Werewolf
The full moon was only days away. The wolf was still in his human form of course, but he had begun to grow already. He was well beyond the size of a typical man, with vascular muscles pulsing over his massive bone frame.
He could have spent the night watching his lean muscles grow to heavy-weight bodybuilder proportions. But tonight he had caught scent of the cursebreaker.
The wolf wore baggy basketball shorts and sneaker. His dark skinned body glistened under the streetlights as his jog came to a halt. He whipped his square head around, trying to make out which way he had to go.
All 250lbs of swollen muscle flexed – the wolf was ready to pounce. He was in a suburban neighborhood, early enough to find a few people awake, but his dick stood visibly from his body. He didn't care, he was about to find his prey and nothing besides mattered.
There, in that house.
The wolf sniffed the air. No one else was currently in that house, his keen senses told him. He leaped into the back yard, silent and graceful as the apex predator he was.
Looking through the open window, he saw a teen bent over his homework. He wore only a towel, fresh out of the shower. He was white, somewhat tanned, and athletic with a faint hint of muscle definition on the small body. The cursebreaker's hair was still wet, damp dark blonde curls messily falling onto a youthful face.
The wolf dropped his pants – the 7 inch tool pointing up over the thick stomach at the overly huge pecs.
He jumped through the window frame with a smooth motion, his posture that of a biped canine about to strike. The naked man of nearly impossible proportions, muscles flexed to the maximum, stood a mere arm's length away from his victim.
Before the boy could react, the wolf used his ability. Pheromones flooded the room, overwhelming the teen's mind with animalistic instincts.
The cursebreaker rose from the chair, letting the towel drop. After swaying for a second, he dropped to his knees. His blue eyes rolled back into his head as he lost control of his mind. He whimpered, fighting the intrusion, as he drooled.
The teen's underdeveloped boner grew rapidly until it pressed against the smooth stomach, darkening and pulsing with every heartbeat.
"P-please...fuck," Mike whispered weakly. "I can't... please..."
Getting hit by the wolf's mind trick was always disorienting for the victims, but this time the huge man didn't hold back in the slightest. The boy looked almost like a child by comparison, kneeling in front of the massive beast-man.
Unable to speak any longer as the dark creatures instincts took over, the wolf growled and grabbed the boy at his shoulders. He lifted the kid, turned him on his head and buried his tongue in the small boy's ass.
Mike dangled from the beast's arms, upside down. The teen yelped, but found his face right in front of a huge leaking dick.
With instincts taking over, thanks to the pheromones, the cursebreaker took in as much dick as possible, hanging headfirst with a stranger's tongue working its way into his virgin hole.
The wolf dropped his victim onto the bed and let the boy follow his instincts. The teen smelled like a total virgin and didn't suck dick very well, even with all inhibitions removed. But that was not the point anyway.
Laying on his back, the boy took the dick into this mouth in deep thrusts, making him choke every so often. Meanwhile his ass was assaulted by a thick finger.
The wolf felt his own muscles respond and grow ever so subtly. Blood rushed through his veins to fast he saw his biggest muscles groups pulsating. Looking down at himself, the wolf could spot his brick abs and pecs train his skin as they gained mass.
Even though he knew that the boy wasn't fully ready and needed more stretching, he couldn't wait.
The cursebreaker cried out as he was ruggedly shoved into doggy style position. But he arched his back and presented his little bubble butt.
Just once, the wolf spit down on his dick. Then he shoved it in, one huge hand covering the screaming boy's mouth. Adding more spit with every thrust, the inhumanly muscular monster man pumped his tool into the squirming boy.
Another dose of pheromones took care of all remaining resistance. The room now smelled intensively of manly musk and sex.
Four fingers into the teen's mouth to keep him quiet with constant gags, muffling his screams with choking, and the other hand on the hip, not letting the boy miss even one inch of man-beast dick as the wolf rocked his little victim.
Both males were sweating in the warm, musky room. The wolf licked the boy's neck, breathing in the youthful scent of shampoo and freshly defiled innocence.
Mike's head was bright red, his forehead veins protruding as he struggled instinctively again the intruding fingers in his throat, blocking his airways. Every attempt to escape the violator's grip was shut down by the strong hand on his hip bruising his ass and back as it pinned him in place.
Only a minute later, the wolf spotted a belt and got an idea. His mind was not so clouded as to disallow some creative thinking.
He pulled out, leaving a heavily breathing, squirming kid to collapse on the bed and grabbed the belt. He went back, his dick glistening of leaked precum.
As he put the belt around the boy's neck to have a leash for choking the teen said with a creaky voice "What...hey, how...wait..."
The wolf considered. No one had ever been able to resist a double dose of pheromones. Indeed, a second one was rarely necessary. But this was the cursebreaker after all. A third dose usually had consequences – like leaving the victim unnaturally horny for life.
But it had to be done. This was what he had come for after all.
In quick succession the wolf filled the room with two more doses. Now it smelled as if they had fucked for days in there, the heavy stench of sweat in the air.
With the belt-leash controlling the boy's movements, the wolf dragged him to the floor and piledrove his ass. He looked into the glassy eyes of the teen and put his feet next to the boy's head to force the victim's eyes onto him, small boy head between massive man shoes.
The boy turned his head regardless and licked the filthy sneakers. The wolf spat on his face. Weakly the boy whispered "Th-thank you sir."
This sent the beast over the edge. He shot his hot stream of jizz into the sore hole, which promptly overflowed. Thick, sticky cum ran out of the boy's ass, past his dick and dripped onto his chest. The wolf lifted the boy's hips higher so that the stream could drip on the small, reddened face.
He dropped the teen. The cursebreaker's hips and legs meet the floor with a thud. The teen whined high pitched noises with every deep breath, feeling the deep impact on his abused hole still pumping through him. He would be sore for days.
Already the wolf felt the effect take place. He wouldn't turn this moon – he would remain in his human form. And he would certainly remain in control of his turning for a long time. He had what he wanted.
Now there was only the issue of keeping the boy's memory hazy enough to get away without repercussions.
The wolf emitted another dose of pheromones and jumped back out the window, making it drop shut behind him. If the boy stayed in this cloud of beast-man smell for a few minutes he should have nothing but sex on his mind for a few days at least. His brain had probably taken permanent damage, making him hornier than any teen his age would be – horny for rough men.
There was a chance he would assault his own ass hole with his fingers right away, desperate for more anal action. The wolf didn't know if the cursebreaker had been straight, but now he definitely wasn't anymore.
But that only meant he would not be able to recall tonight's events with accuracy. The wolf was save.
The huge man picked up his shorts and walked back into the night, fully satisfied. His wet, semihard dick dripping with sweat and cum.
When Mike's parents came home, they found their virtuous little boy in his sex stinking room, sitting on his towel, masturbating furiously. He didn't hear them knock and wasn't fast enough at closing his browser window.
With his legs and hips crusted in cum it seemed to the adults as if their son had been jerking off nonstop since their departure.
Unable to explain why he had been looking at naked bodybuilders and masturbating, they threatened to take away his internet access, but he pleaded desperately, agreeing to do any and all household chores instead.
For the next few days Mike's thoughts were occupied with nothing but brutal men, muscles and sex. Even though the events of the evening were nebulous to him and he couldn't quite remember why his asshole burned like hell, he found his fingers stimulating his prostate even through the pain. Neglecting all schoolwork or social interaction, the teen jerked off to bodybuilders whenever he could.
Soon he figured out that the slightest hint of muscle turned him on, which made it difficult to get through the day at school. All his previous sexual fantasies were overwritten.
It took over a week until he could spare a thought about what was happening to him.
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