No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 68: The Hunting Dog

The hunting dog

The sunset is fast approaching like a threat hanging over the horizon that raises the hairs on Perth’s body at the very idea of what will happen during this night, trotting like a lost and tormented soul behind Marc and Oliver who engaged in a rather heated conversation, the poor little boy asks himself a thousand and one questions about their inconvenient and incongruous situation.

Somewhere deep inside him, Perth is relieved to have met these people, they are a little out of the ordinary of course but they are ready to lend them a hand and shelter to help them get through this crisis that neither he nor his brother knows or understands. Seeing Oliver calm down a bit just after meeting these two boys isn’t something that makes him happy, but it’s better that way at least he is sure they don’t want them no harm by now. Watching his brother chat with Marc so cheerfully without any care in the world makes him think that he has surely forgotten what awaits him at complete nightfall when this moon will appear on the horizon like a sweeping rocket and change everything in its path including Oliver’s existence and what they believed in.

But for the moment there is one thing that could not be more inevitable it’s nagging him, why Oliver and not him? And why not both at the same time since they are from the same family and have the same parents? He waved away all his gloomy thoughts for a moment when he saw the look over the shoulder Oliver gave him. It is better to concentrate on his brother’s state for the moment instead of letting his mind wander and attend to other concerns, each thing in its time. Later, he thinks, there will be plenty of time to ask about the difference in genes and other aspects of their physiology.

He decided to join in the conversation that Marc and Oliver somehow seemed to enjoy discussing, he hadn’t expected Marc to be so fatherly and welcoming. Marc is especially endowed with great patience and understanding for someone who seems so young to him even if he has a son of his age, he thought that he will at least show irritation at times because of the many almost annoying questions a tad childish from his brother who looks more like a toddler than a teenager.

He quickened his pace to catch up with them, once at their height he put a protective and possessive arm around his brother’s shoulders and pulled him a little closer to him, something that is easy since he dominates him with his six feet. Oliver smiles at the touch of his brother, he feels him close now not withdrawn and a little lost and erased in his corner judging everything that moves around him with a dark look full of suspicion and gloom.

"So, Mr. Hucklebury, how was it with your son?" which drew Marc’s attention to him, he completely changed his expression and tone. This indifference and this almost haughty and snobbish look that he had disappeared from his face to give way to a neutral face a little childish on the edges. Mark noticed his effort to participate in his brother’s good mood to support him, so he doesn’t pay too much attention to the flat and indifferent tone Perth uses.

He smiled discreetly before answering with flat calm, "My son..." Marc paused with a chuckle thinking about Howie’s first transformation, "he is something else, he is a special case," he uttered in a soft tone. "He is different in all aspects of his life but hey, I didn’t even have time to prepare for his first transformation, tonight I will have the chance to see a first transformation as it should be. »

"Hmm, I see... Perth said calmly but absent-minded. " tell me, Marc, how can you take care of my brother if it’s your first time then?" Marc expected exactly this question when he decided to answer him like this, he wanted to test this fearsome but calm water that the personality of Perth represents. Perth seems raw and irritable on the outside but deep down he is quite the opposite, he is caring but it is only his brother who benefits from the soft side of his person and no one else.

"You don’t have to worry about your brother, he will be well taken care of and my boys will know how to help him if there is something unforeseen, you can entrust them with his safety for this evening." Perth glanced at Marc who held his gaze over Oliver’s head as he walked between them. The little bunny is unfazed and reassured without any worries but that’s because Howie helped calm his burning nerves and itch that risked poisoning Perth’s affection for him, which would have killed him too once the torments of the first transformation would have left him disarmed face to the damage he did in their little duo.

"I’m not worried, I just wanted to know how I can help if needed," the latter replied, looking away. "I don’t doubt it," replies Marc who is dying to ask about their bond of brotherhood but he agreed with the other two to talk about this question after Oliver passed the stage, they do not want to open a door on a difficult subject for the boys to digest if there is even more unmentionable secrecy in their family.

It will be like adding fuel to an already uncontrollable fire with this first transformation which arrives a little late for that matter.

They rushed into the store just as Perth felt something strange blowing on the back of his neck like there was someone near him which gave him goosebumps all over his body but he kept this strange and weird feeling for himself as he looked around, there was nothing to report so there’s no need to make a fuss about it, he thinks. On the other hand, his arm around his brother’s shoulder instinctively tightened, pulling him even closer as if he wanted to slip the little bunny into the pocket of his jogger and hide him from the rest of the world.

If Perth had an eerie feeling of something invisible blowing on the back of his neck, Howie had to force an unexpected slowdown in a sharp, sharp squeal of tires to slow his car into a dangerous fishtail. All this to avoid colliding with an abomination he never thought he could cross here almost in broad daylight.

"Holy fucking shit!" the latter shouted while trying to keep control of his car, "what the fuck is this shit again?" the prince turned into an ill-mannered little snot in only two sentences. Fortunately, he ends up controlling his car with skill so as not to end up in oatmeal or mashed banana for the sake of his father and that of his image too, such a disfiguring death would have cost him all his glorious beauty.

No one would remember him as the incalculable beauty that he is, the genetic scandal but only the gooey, sticky mush he became in his very last hour. He is careful, his death must be something memorable and out of aversion.

He parked with an inevitable crash of tires screaming martyrdom as the beast straight out of mythological legends and every other fantastical tale in the world rushed towards the great drapery of tree at incredible speed without even looking back towards the engine with which he nearly spat himself violently. "Did I take a time travel ticket without realizing?" Howie grumbled almost grumpily.

This beast that looks more like an ugly old deformed version of a wolf than a dog abruptly snapped him out of his reverie, and any image of Aike vanished completely from his head as he fought to stay on the road on the four wheels of his car fixed to the ground and not otherwise. His knowledge of the entities in the bestiary has given him a precise idea of the identity of the animal he has just seen and Lyke’s knowledge mixed with his is a plus to his intellectual asset of the divine and evil world.

"I must have been dreaming," the latter continues to grumble more and more in a bad mood, he finally got to look closely at Aike after so many days of avoiding him, if it wasn’t for the bedroom, he might have forgotten its smell now. When he comes to renew his stock of recent images of his friend, a legendary and ancient beast had to enter the picture and ruined everything for him. The ugly version of a wolf comes and takes it away from him so suddenly. Why didn’t it wait for him to finish relishing Aike’s memory to make an appearance? And where does it think it is going like this too? Where does it think it is walking around as if he were on its territory?

Without any ulterior motives or second thoughts to weigh the pros and cons, he threw open his car door and dashed after the creature which rushed towards the large drape of trees. Howie has completely forgotten his father’s principles and his various lessons about caution and studying situations and possibilities when faced with a new and dangerous situation. But only God knows where this beast is going and its purpose, on the other hand, the path it has taken either that it ends up in the middle of the city and causes a grin or either in the neighboring houses to refuel before starting the mission for which it is in this world with him.

While Howie heads straight to face the danger headlong like a bull, home is pretty cozy and the best place Bravael has ever been in his element all his life, with Theo’s body all warm and soft in his arms, trembling under his caress and asking for more with each deafening and sensual moan that escapes from his entrails. The lucky little guy doesn’t need anything else and the world has been reduced to the being he’s making the misery of his life by swallowing all his energy in the deep amazing throat he’s making him experience.

Theo never would have believed that he would be able to let someone do such a thing to him, he who is used to giving everything to his sex companions for his pleasure. Watching his companions lose their minds under his daring, thrusting and limitless caresses is like playing with his prey to drive them crazy with fear and eat them afterward.

Ever since El realized the house was all his own, all those days he’s spent imagining Theo in his arms, all those wet dreams he’s had because of the enchanting guy come to his head and little by little he lets himself go to his needs, his desires and for once something he dreams of having finally found himself within his reach in his possession without him not being the one taking the first step. Theo came to him of his own free will so El doesn’t intend to disappoint him. So like a leaf, he lets himself be carried away by a stream of water, he lets his desires guide his actions and the result is much more impressive and rewarding than he would ever have expected.

He brushed off the ugly noises of Theo and that bitch Hugg humming in his head like an annoying buzz and replaced them with the ones Theo was doing right now. And he realizes he’d much rather hear the Rufus alpha moan under his own fingers than the weird sounds made by that wanker bitch Hugg in that moldy broom closet. So he gives free rein to his imagination, and he lets himself go without any restrictions, he lets his instinct guide him and made the Rufus Alpha his.

Marc’s departure with the Kerfs was the signal that marked the beginning of Theo’s torment, if he used to ruin the lives of his sex partners just by touching them, he knew he was lost at the minute El put his mouth on his neck and his hardened nipples while tracing a path of fire on his skin, licking, nibbling every bit of muscle from his belly to his hip, his pelvis while a malevolent hand keeps harassing his nipples while El’s greedy mouth makes his party.

El traced the V-Shape line of his pubis with his mouth arousing Theo’s penis to vigorously thrust his head back and forth like a trapped snake, begging for affection to calm his ardor and pain. Without knowing how, it was only the small cry of surprise that escaped his throat that told Theo El had lifted him from the ground, his feet no longer touching the floor of the pretty, rather luxurious bedroom of his new playmate, but this time he is the prey.

Positioned in a bizarre way on El’s neck, his back arched against the wall that serves as a support, his two feet spread open over El’s broad shoulders offering his hardened little boy as an offering to El’s greedy mouth mercilessly. El’s eyes send silver flashes, shocking Theo when he met his captivating and sensual gaze, El is even more beautiful, daring and gorgeous than Theo has ever seen him before.

For a moment, Theo wonders if he really was at the Hucklebury’s or at least if El hid his game so well that he failed to see the latter was not completely inexperienced and innocent like his smell indicated, it was all a decoy, wasn’t it?

The brief moment that their eyes met, he realizes once again that he has been trapped not only by the person on whose neck he is perched astride but also by his need to possess this magnificent, tough, and gruff boy who made him eat dust more than once in their single combat.

His smell, his appearance be it human or supernatural got the best of him and he is there to pay the consequences of his arrogance believing outright that he would be the one to make El his own, tame him as he has always done with the others. And here he is at the bear’s mercy almost begging him to end his wait but he will never say that even if he appreciates for once the fact he is not the one who goes out of his way to satisfy the other. Fortunately, the ceilings are very high, otherwise, he might twist his neck in his actual position.

El left Theo’s penis suspended which is not too small in size, it must be said that he frankly and honestly has a nice sleeve and the Rufus Alpha knows how to use it too but today the pretty member will be at rest.

El lets the hardened and glorious member rest for a moment at full length on his face which he lifts towards Theo who blushes to the chest as he sees his erected penis in all its grandeur and its triumphant erection lying on El’s beautiful face, who looks at him with a sly and sensual predatory gaze, giving him the impression he is the one in control of this erotic game but Theo knows only too well it is just an illusion, the predator likes to see his prey gaining confidence but that didn’t stop him from enjoying this sultry, almost submissive image of El.

El Grabbed Theo’s soft firm butt cheek with a firm grip to adjust his position and the next second a timid mouth grabbed the head of the glans which started drooling seeing the image offered by El. El licked sensually the pre-semen that lick out of the gaping mouth of Theo’s penis as if he were tasting a vanilla and banana ice cream.

Theo closed his eyes it was too much, he has to drive away the illusion he is not the predator otherwise he will lose all sanity. At the touch of El’s skillful tongue, Theo’s stomach hardens, and his muscles are all tense eagerly awaiting El’s next move. But to his amazement, this one takes his time, licking and playing with the nerves that lie in the head of Theo’s pretty penis that just begs for attention.

Theo’s breathing is short and panting, he has only one violent desire which is to abuse El’s mouth and throat deeply, he wants to see if the latter will be as so full of himself and proud after he’s done with him since he knows all too well it’s not his habit to take another male’s in his mouth but acts all cocky and cheeky with him just because he had the misfortune to come to find him first instead of staying at home and waiting for him to make the first move as he had said many times.

So he decided to see how far El could keep that predatory attitude he had, joining word and deed he grabbed El’s head and forced his way through his warm mouth to the very depths of his throat. He doesn’t care that the latter’s teeth hurt him in the process but fortunately for him, none of this happens on the contrary once again Theo has let himself be trapped and lured, he understands his mistake when the latter didn’t even have a vomiting reflex. He swallowed him whole like he was a melted popsicle.

El swallowed Theo’s impressive member down to the base like it was nothing at all, if Theo wasn’t startled to the core by El’s inaction and managed well enough the latter could have taken the testicles as a bonus. Theo’s eyes widened when he noticed El’s face unfazed as he had his penis lodged snugly in the back of his throat. ’I must be dreaming,’ he thinks.

He moaned when this one starts to put pressure on his erection with the back of his throat, he feels like he wants to give up the ghost and his penis is being pumped by a ruthless Machiavellian pomp.

El smirked devilishly despite his full mouth at seeing Theo’s scandalized, frightened, and almost horrified face. "Oh, my sweet fluffy plush, you don’t have any idea of what a bear can do with its mouth and throat," the latter said to himself, taking malicious pleasure in torturing Theo, who was beginning to no longer resist the violent sensation which is ripping his will out of him. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

That horrified look he had turned into something sultry and lewd, El wished he had a camera to capture that moment. He freed a hand and let it roam over Theo’s soft and well-defined body, and his nipples just asking for El to hurt them and tame them as he does with that stupid penis stuck deep in his stomach.

Theo gets greedy too, he keeps pressing El’s head against his snout, like he wants El to swallow him whole and spit out his bones when he’s done with him, his body starts to burn with a fever he doesn’t know exists and his penis growing bigger and bigger as he sways frantically back and forth in El’s throat, despite the position he’s in.

El took Theo off the wall, leaving the latter only his head as the possible support he can cling to, which Theo holds between his legs, which are tightening on each side of El’s head more and more. As he is about to empty his testicles of their load deep in El’s throat without caring if the latter likes it or not, El slaps his right buttock which surprises Theo, who cries out in surprise, then in pleasure. Without giving him time to adjust and understand the situation, a second slap came into contact with his left buttock which drive him crazy, he threw his head back, giving free rein to this new sensation that also prevented him from spilling his first draft.

The little caresses on his burning buttocks bring the tension building up in his muscles even further, he wants to ejaculate but something tells him if he does he will receive another type of punishment, he fights against his craving, his legs are losing their strength, they’re going soft like jelly but his erection still keeps his pride but that doesn’t stop him contracting pre-cumshot after pre-cumshot and now he feels like he’s about to explode the feeling is so strong and mindblowing, he’s going to die if El doesn’t give him a break if he doesn’t let him cum now.

El sensed his distress and frustration, he squeezed the hard cock trapped in his greedy mouth and pumped it causing Theo to jerk his kidneys so fast as he trembled like a phone on vibration, his body jerked back and El grabbed him, supporting his head and back, he loves how confident he feels in his arms to let himself go that high without being afraid that this one will drop him like the first two times that he found himself in his arms.

His body upside down with the back suspended in the void his arms dangling he ejaculated vigorously for a long minute or more in El’s mouth who did not deem it necessary to waste the first jet he made him produce under his caresses. When the violent shaking of his body calmed down and he became soft as a feather of silk El took him down and went to place him on the bed.

Ashamed of having ejaculated like a frightened virgin Theo grabbed the pillow under his head and hid his head under it like a kid, turning his back on El who genuinely smiled sincerely and generously, he loves what he just did to Theo. He loves that he can give him such a cumshot after hearing him cum like a vicious beast with Hugg in the janitor’s room but that’s not all.

He’s not done yet he wants to see how tough the Rufus Alpha is and make a point of his stamina, he wants to hear him scream his name and beg him to take him in every possible and unimaginable position and this bulge in his sweatpants, he has to do something with it too.

El leaned over Theo’s back offered to him and began distributing sweet little kisses on his skin, Theo flinched and realized that the game had only just begun, so it was time for him to come to his senses before all this take a much more complicated turn, a non-return to be more precise.

Just like there is no redemption for Hugg after those months of fucking with Theo, the latter deprived Hugg of any escape because every time Theo put his hands on him he pushed him further away from the little will he had to stay on the path his parents would have liked for him, a straight son who does everything perfectly and follows in his parent’s footsteps.

As Theo prepares himself to find out what his position and role would be in this new sex or love affair or whatever it is, somewhere in fact far from their current location, Howie sets out to chase the creature he nearly ran into. On a whim, he starts running like crazy in pursuit of the huge beast without even thinking about the danger that may await him, he always acts by instinct like an animal without taking into account his protective side when something from the ordinary occurs to him.

The creature knew the human who surprised him on the road would have followed him to be sure of what he saw, the curiosity of humankind is their Damocles sword hanging dangerously over their head, one day or another this one will end up having the best of them. It waited with firm feet for the grotesque, inquisitive little human to show him how much his curiosity could pay off. When Howie came up behind the giant stride of the overhanging tree along the side of the road, he came face to face with the hound, a hunting dog that looks a bit different from the version he knew.

He stopped his blind run towards the unknown abruptly when he found the latter with an almost human-like glint in his fierce, bloodshot red eyes staring at him mischievously, titillating its head sideways.

If he weren’t overthinking right now, Howie would have sworn he noticed a semblance of an evil grin forming at the corner of the mouth full of razor-sharp, butcher-knife-like teeth from that slit-toothed mouth to the ears of this beast, which has undoubtedly lost its way.

"Let’s see," Howie thought to himself as he glared at the massive thing in front of him, its back topped with spear-sharp hairs before Howie could even take a step to execute what he had in mind, the creature that seemed to be endowed with the ability to think like a two-legged human decided to land the surprise blow first before Howie could execute whatever funny thoughts he had in his mind.