Scott realizes it's Stiles but wants to fin...
Teen wolf stink torture (imported 24-07-19)
Chapter 14
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pridefultiny
Scott felt his cock start to get even more stimulated from the toy pressed to its underside, it felt like it was moving against him inciting a guttural groan to escape his throat. "Fuccck" he whimpered before he started to squeeze harder. Upon crushing the toy even more he heard a high-pitch squeak come from below. His curiosity barely outweighed his lust and he looked down at his throbbing cock to see what was up. Sliding his fist towards the head he lifted his heavy member straight up. His normally pink cock-head was red and engorged as he finally looked at the face of the toy that was pressed against it.
Stiles struggled against the red, hot meat as feverously as he could, he knew things could only get worse so he had to do anything to alert Scott of his presence. His movements did the opposite of what he hoped though as he felt the cock get even harder. Scott's whimpers above were his only warning before the fist around him began to tighten now crushing him harder. Stiles couldn't contain a scream as he yelled out despite the burning in his throat from the previous abuse. The motion slowed against his body as he was dragged up the length of his BFF's swollen penis. His face was brought up to the head that was larger than his own. He finally was able to peel his head from the sticky skin, looking up he made eye contact with his dear friend.
Scott couldn't believe his eyes. The toy he was using to jerk off with was, in fact, his best friend Stiles. Not sure how to proceed he stayed frozen in shock. "Stiles?" he spoke finally. His fist remained steadfastly gripped around both Stiles and his now aching dick. He felt the need to keep jerking off but felt weird now that he knew the truth. He felt Stiles start to squirm against him again, it was too much and he felt more precum start to flow from his flaring head. He started to pant harder as his jaw dropped from sheer pleasure. "Oh yeah! Keep doing that!" he commanded down at Stiles who started thrashing more frantically.
Stiles' eyes lit up at hearing his name as relief filled his chest. He was finally saved. He tried speaking up but could barely get a whisper out of his sore throat. Why wasn't Scott taking him away from the stinky, sticky appendage yet? He struggled more against it to show Scott his discomfort. He was able to move his partially trapped arms against the girth as he tried pushing himself away from the massive penis. He saw felt the vein along his body throb out before a huge globule of cum emerged from the slit above him. It started to trickle down towards his immobile face. Stiles couldn't believe what he heard next as Scott asked him to keep struggling. There was no way he was going to intentionally jerk off Scott, he had to know that. Stiles was about to scream out his response to try and end this torture. He began to inhale right as the drop of cum the same size as his head dribbled down onto his waiting face. Stiles was choking on the salty, tangy fluid, he couldn't stop himself from thrashing around as he coughed trying to get air.
Scott's eyes rolled back in his head from the feeling, he wasn't looking down anymore and couldn't see the blight he was inflicting on poor Stiles. Feeling his friend thrashing against his meat was too much stimulation and he felt the need to continue jacking well up in his stomach. Stiles did obey his request, after all, maybe he was sympathetic toward Scott's predicament. He still felt weird about it being Stiles so he leaned back his head and looked up at the ceiling. "You don't mind if I finish? Do you bud?" he asked permission while staring upward. The only response was more thrashing which Scott grossly misinterpreted as consent. He shuddered out at the feeling as more cum squirted out of his head and leaked down his shaft. His legs started to shake from pure bliss as he sighed. "Thanks! I knew you'd be cool with it."
Stiles couldn't believe his ears. They were clogged with overflowing semen but it sounded like his friend wanted to keep jerking off knowing that Stiles was his passenger. He knew Scott was a horny fuck but this was a whole other level. He couldn't even respond as he choked on the fetid liquid. Stiles was uncontrollably thrashing against his best friend who was still trying to get his rocks off. More fluid dripped down as Stiles felt it start to soak his whole body. The Sticky white substance was covering everything now and he could hardly believe that Scott hadn't even climaxed yet. That's when he remembered that Scott had told him how much heavier his loads were after he became a werewolf. For some reason, their increased stamina came with increased semen production. Stiles cursed himself for knowing this as he grew even more scared of what was to come. Stiles could feel the fist around him flexing as it yanked him up and down the shaft. He felt utterly humiliated when he heard Scott grunting and moaning above.
Scott once again started up a rhythm of strokes, he was slicker from the copious amounts of jizz that had been leaking out as it easily slid up and down his length. He loved being a werewolf, He thought as even more pre-cum squirted out. Stiles was frantically thrashing in his grip and he got even more overwhelmed in pleasure. "Fuck" He whined, "Just like that, squirm against papa's cock." Scott was getting desperately close to orgasm. He jerked his fist up and down without remorse. His heart was racing and he was sweating as his body felt like it was overheating. He could feel it coming and he started to question how he should finish. He knew there would be quite a mess if he wasn't careful. Not thinking about how his actions would affect his unwilling friend, Scott began to move his hands.
Stiles struggled against the red, hot meat as feverously as he could, he knew things could only get worse so he had to do anything to alert Scott of his presence. His movements did the opposite of what he hoped though as he felt the cock get even harder. Scott's whimpers above were his only warning before the fist around him began to tighten now crushing him harder. Stiles couldn't contain a scream as he yelled out despite the burning in his throat from the previous abuse. The motion slowed against his body as he was dragged up the length of his BFF's swollen penis. His face was brought up to the head that was larger than his own. He finally was able to peel his head from the sticky skin, looking up he made eye contact with his dear friend.
Scott couldn't believe his eyes. The toy he was using to jerk off with was, in fact, his best friend Stiles. Not sure how to proceed he stayed frozen in shock. "Stiles?" he spoke finally. His fist remained steadfastly gripped around both Stiles and his now aching dick. He felt the need to keep jerking off but felt weird now that he knew the truth. He felt Stiles start to squirm against him again, it was too much and he felt more precum start to flow from his flaring head. He started to pant harder as his jaw dropped from sheer pleasure. "Oh yeah! Keep doing that!" he commanded down at Stiles who started thrashing more frantically.
Stiles' eyes lit up at hearing his name as relief filled his chest. He was finally saved. He tried speaking up but could barely get a whisper out of his sore throat. Why wasn't Scott taking him away from the stinky, sticky appendage yet? He struggled more against it to show Scott his discomfort. He was able to move his partially trapped arms against the girth as he tried pushing himself away from the massive penis. He saw felt the vein along his body throb out before a huge globule of cum emerged from the slit above him. It started to trickle down towards his immobile face. Stiles couldn't believe what he heard next as Scott asked him to keep struggling. There was no way he was going to intentionally jerk off Scott, he had to know that. Stiles was about to scream out his response to try and end this torture. He began to inhale right as the drop of cum the same size as his head dribbled down onto his waiting face. Stiles was choking on the salty, tangy fluid, he couldn't stop himself from thrashing around as he coughed trying to get air.
Scott's eyes rolled back in his head from the feeling, he wasn't looking down anymore and couldn't see the blight he was inflicting on poor Stiles. Feeling his friend thrashing against his meat was too much stimulation and he felt the need to continue jacking well up in his stomach. Stiles did obey his request, after all, maybe he was sympathetic toward Scott's predicament. He still felt weird about it being Stiles so he leaned back his head and looked up at the ceiling. "You don't mind if I finish? Do you bud?" he asked permission while staring upward. The only response was more thrashing which Scott grossly misinterpreted as consent. He shuddered out at the feeling as more cum squirted out of his head and leaked down his shaft. His legs started to shake from pure bliss as he sighed. "Thanks! I knew you'd be cool with it."
Stiles couldn't believe his ears. They were clogged with overflowing semen but it sounded like his friend wanted to keep jerking off knowing that Stiles was his passenger. He knew Scott was a horny fuck but this was a whole other level. He couldn't even respond as he choked on the fetid liquid. Stiles was uncontrollably thrashing against his best friend who was still trying to get his rocks off. More fluid dripped down as Stiles felt it start to soak his whole body. The Sticky white substance was covering everything now and he could hardly believe that Scott hadn't even climaxed yet. That's when he remembered that Scott had told him how much heavier his loads were after he became a werewolf. For some reason, their increased stamina came with increased semen production. Stiles cursed himself for knowing this as he grew even more scared of what was to come. Stiles could feel the fist around him flexing as it yanked him up and down the shaft. He felt utterly humiliated when he heard Scott grunting and moaning above.
Scott once again started up a rhythm of strokes, he was slicker from the copious amounts of jizz that had been leaking out as it easily slid up and down his length. He loved being a werewolf, He thought as even more pre-cum squirted out. Stiles was frantically thrashing in his grip and he got even more overwhelmed in pleasure. "Fuck" He whined, "Just like that, squirm against papa's cock." Scott was getting desperately close to orgasm. He jerked his fist up and down without remorse. His heart was racing and he was sweating as his body felt like it was overheating. He could feel it coming and he started to question how he should finish. He knew there would be quite a mess if he wasn't careful. Not thinking about how his actions would affect his unwilling friend, Scott began to move his hands.
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