The Front Room, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...
No sooner had he left the bathroom and slammed the door behind him, Conway Rollins made his way toward the kitchen, still as naked as the day he was born and aroused from his near-on morning sex romp with his new roommate Porter Fulton, His body glistened with the lingering water from his most recent shower following his return from the strange bedroom of the human male Evan Skyler where he'd spent the previous night trying his hardest to alleviate the creeping lust he'd felt ever since Owen had plagued him with the start of his rut. He had not been in the best of moods given his tendency to have to deal with the rut and once he'd been set off he knew there was no point in attempting to go to class when his teachers would have sent him back to his living quarters anyway as a safety precaution.
Conway rolled his eyes as he pulled on the fridge handle and fished for a can of ice-cold beer. He gripped the silver can and quickly popped the top forgetting that he'd accidentally shaken it when he removed it from the pack of the remaining beers and it spilled a bit before he could stop the stream of it from splashing against his face and chest. He'd still been relatively aroused, wanting nothing more than to pin Porter down and rut until his body collapsed from exhaustion but he knew the younger werewolf had not been of the mind to indulge him. He decided to avoid him at least until he had calmed some.
He was well on his way back to his bedroom when a knock on the door got his attention, The flaring of his nostrils took in the familiar sweet scent of hormone-induced slick from an Omega's heat mixed with the scent of pricy cologne as he ventured toward the thick heavy door and opened it. The familiar pale face behind shimmering glasses and a platinum blonde pixie cut had been none other than Owen Clark who seemed to be in dire straights.
He practically leaped into Conway's arms and wrapped his thin pale arms around the naked brute's neck as he held him up with one strong arm and gripped his beer in his free hand without spilling a single drop. There had been no words between them as their collective lips crashed together and Owen moaned into the heated desperate kiss.
Conway smirked and let Owen down as he turned up his beer and closed and locked the front door. Owen started toward his bedroom making a show of wiggling his hips and showing off his shapely arse as the already incredibly aroused Conway swatted him and slowly followed. At the same time, the lustful Omega discarded each article of clothing that covered his thin pale body and casually let them fall onto the hardwood floor. As Owen turned his back and headed inside the room awaiting Conway's arrival, the hulking brute finished off his can of beer and slammed it onto the nearby end table before glancing at the bathroom where he had heard the water running and knew Porter Fulton had climbed into the shower.
With a lustful growl, Conway Rollins followed Owen into his bedroom and kicked the door closed as he took notice of the naked pixie-cut blond spread out in the scent of his bed.
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Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A...
Light purring filled Conway Rollins' large keen ears as his smoldering deep blue eyes became fogged via lust and fixated on the thin pale blond werewolf that lay equally naked in the center of the large four-poster bed amid dark red sheets and the arousing scent of slick. The omega werewolf Owen Clark was more than ready as he slowly began to wrap his questing right hand along his less-than-average sized and slightly pinked appendage. He had already carefully discarded his glasses before Conway finished off his can of beer and patiently awaited his Alpha wolf lover in bed, the odd reference from the other werewolves once more creeping into his mind by way of the rather cheeky insult "Sex Pets" seemed to apply in this moment.
Conway climbed into bed pressing his larger body against Owen's as he slowly wrapped his arms around the now whimpering omega werewolf and maneuvered to impale his lengthy appendage inside the slickness of the whimpering lesser wolf in one go causing Owen to moan out loud and cling to him, releasing his own cock from his grasp in the process.
The hulking brute had been much too busy with invading Owen's tight sex and forcing his way deeper inside to concern himself with anything else as his blood boiled in his veins as hot as his loins had been while he pumped his hips into the whimpering lesser werewolf.
Conway once more found himself lost to the sensation of his hard cock being gripped and squeezed by way of Owen's tight orifice which dripped with need as their act continued. Owen had not been much for affection or attention from many of his suitors and even less from his lovers and casual flings but the day he met Conway Rollins had changed his life entirely.
He had loved everything about him, from his scent to the way he dominated him in the throes of unbridled passion. His touch had been firm but not threatening and he knew just how to angle his cock which had already been quite impressive to strike the bundle of nerves that were hidden deep inside Owen's secondary sex as he pounded him to no end.
Before Conway and his new life at school, Owen had been subjected to forced breeding and any and every cock imaginable had invaded his sodden walls but none had been capable of making him go to pieces as much as Conway Rollins had. The hulking brute of a handsome young man had been the only one that Owen had trusted with his life, despite never knowing who he could lean on when he needed to.
The blond Omega werewolf had kept to himself most days since coming to Timber Creek and he'd been in mourning ever since leaving the bastards that held him captive. He had been given to the bastard that beat and raped him on a nightly basis and as a result, he'd been pregnant on more than one occasion. The warm salty tears streamed down Owens's supple pale cheeks more often than not when he'd been alone in the darkness of his own living quarters and the memories and horrifying nightmares of a life he had not wished for came flooding back.
He'd been younger then and clueless as to how the world worked and even less clueless as to all the ways his captor could make him suffer once his own father had paid him to take him away. He'd already been feeling lower than dirt as he was forced to lay there on his back in the cold and dirty room where the large brute had shoved his cock in and out of his formerly virgin orifice again and again until he filled him to bursting with thick rope after rope of his seed as if he'd been purposely attempting to fill the clueless young Omega's belly with it.
He could smell the stench of cigarette smoke and cheap booze as he lay there unable to do much aside from whimper as the massive cock stretched him inside and buried itself deep within him.
Owen had recalled the bastard interloper had been looking for a mate when he was caught sniffing about his pack's territory and everyone had been frightened of him aside from the men, with his father being the Alpha of the pack, they had been safe, Owen foolishly believed that even he had been safe from the one-eyed bastard his father had given him over to. He did not know what to do or say at that moment as his own father had grabbed him by the neck then tossed him at the feet of the dirty smelly interloper and told him to leave his territory and never come back.
His once hopeful young heart sank into the pit of his stomach as the man he called father turned his back on him as he was pulled away by the one-eyed stranger who reeked of urine and booze.
Night after night since he'd come of age, he'd been subjected to the large sweaty bastard glaring down at him while he thrust his bare deformed-looking cock deep inside him and pumped until he felt the oozing of his seed fill his young womb and it wasn't long before he'd found himself pregnant and once more slapped about and degraded as a result of it.
He had taken the babies when they finally arrived and Owen never knew what became of his sons. He had named them Elmer, Charles, and Snider. Charles had been his youngest and the runt of the litter. The one-eyed brute had especially resented him and the affection Owen had for him. All three boys had the makings of an Omega and as a result, the brute sold them off never to be seen again.
He injected Owen more often than not with a drug to induce his heat and impregnated him again and again selling off his babies until one day he got tired of him and sold him to a breeder that wanted him for his stock. The one-eyed bastard had turned up dead several months afterward and Owen had been grateful for that at least. His life as a breeder had not been any better more injections and by extension, forced pregnancies resulted in more of his children being stolen from him and sold off into a life as miserable as his own.
In the present, Owen attempted to keep himself from thinking of this even as he felt the all too familiar sensation of Conway's thick cock pulsing inside him and the warm splatter of his seed filling his barren womb, still scarred and carrying the damage of being bred so often and the side effects of the drugs that kept him in an unbalanced heat.
Another moan escaped Owen's pink lips as he found himself clinging to the heavy and winded brute that had become his newest lover, as he stroked his handsome face and pulled him into one last kiss as he continued to lay beneath him feeling his cock pulse and his thick seed fill his barren womb one last time. He had wished in that moment that he had not been infertile and that he could give his lover Conway the one thing he desired most even if he had never spoken of it.
The bitter truth of his true misfortune had been out in the open courtesy of the one-eyed bastard and the breeding pricks that had stolen so much from him, even now he'd been robbed of what he desired most because of them. Conway's light snoring filled his ears as Owen gently stroked his sleeping face as he rested with his head against his chest and his larger body above his, he had not pulled out, the enormous knot inside him preventing it as they remained intertwined by way of their wolfish nature until further notice.
Owen had for the most part enjoyed the quiet moments with just him and Conway as if the rest of the world simply faded away and it had only been the two of them.
Truth be told, he had preferred it that way, even if Conway had other ideas.