"Hiya, Bitch, you smell like you're in heat," snarled a familiar and commanding voice.
"Yes, M-mas-ter," stammered Chad as he turned around to see a giant wolfman towering over him. He was wearing white nylon running shorts, but that made it worse because his huge conical wet red cock was making the fabric transparent where it tented.
The wolfman turned the bolts locking the bathroom doors.
"Strip bitch, put your clothes on the counter, and lie down on top of them. They'll reek of sex, and your classmates will think you got lucky with a girl. As long as you keep your jock stuffed, they won't know that I got lucky with you," he laughed a short barking laugh.
Chad obeyed, he really needed this. His need to be owned my his master was too great for his reason.
He moaned, as he felt the coarse fur against his chest, arms, and thighs. He tasted the wolfman's drool as it fell on his face, and he felt his hot breath. The cold damp nose brushed his cheek just as he penetrated Chad's warm wet pussy. He moaned and his eyes turned back in his head. The wolfman pounded his twat again and again, and Chad was in heaven. He finally understood about multiple orgasms. Who needed a dick, if you could take one? He passed out at some point.
A school bell woke him. He hurriedly dressed. He was a sweaty sticky mess. He positioned the rolled up socks in his jockstrap, and managed to make it out of the bathroom before the other students came streaming in. His wolfman master was nowhere to be seen or at least if he was around he had changed out of those white shorts and his lupine form. Chad was in a bit of a daze as he wandered out of the Athletic Centre and toward the parking lot. He heard an engine rev up. He looked up and saw a silver muscle car pull away from the curb where it was parked. Because the street by the parking lot was a dead end, Chad didn't get a good look at the driver. It wasn't a wolfman, but it might be his master's alter ego. He did recognize the Dewey High bumper sticker on the bumper. They were his crosstown rivals. He swallowed hard.
"Hey, Chad!" the wrestling coach shouted, "get over here."
"Yeah, Coach?" Chad said running over, and feeling his jockstrap shifting uncomfortably.
"We've got an exhibition match today with some wrestlers from Dewey High. I talked to the football coach, and he said it was okay to borrow you. So be in the small gym at 3pm in your singlet, and gear." He turned and walked away.
"Right?" Chad answered uncertainly.