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Worgar the Cock-Breaker

Worgar was called the Cock-Breaker, because it was said that his cock was so large and got so hard, that in a measuring contest in a tavern, he once flopped his soft cock on a human male's, and it was so thick that it smacked onto the human's small penis and smushed it into the table with such weight that the man couldn't pull it out because it was trapped underneath.

Another says that when it was hard, he repeatedly slapped it against human male prisoner's cock until the human's cock got hard, and after fucking his face in front of his woman, the wolf apparently slapped his cock so much with his own knot that it wiggled and broke the muscle.

I'd like to deny these rumours, especially about the second of which I have a chance. But unfortunately for the first, I know the terrible, sexual truth.

I know the smush story's true, because a friend of mine is the poor man it happened to.

I drank with him at a different tavern when he told me. His name was Delvy. He clutched his flat cap off his monk's bald head scratching the semicircle of hair and placing it back on as he sweat and talked through red eyes. "An' he- an he pulled it out and- and- an he flopped it down and it just- it was just so heavy that I just couldn't do anything. I felt so weak, so small, so soft cocked. I've never felt so useless and powerless before in all me life! And then..."

He took a long drink and slammed it, staring into some abyss.

"And the truth is, that the werewolves that night right, they put out a rumour that my cock got crushed, to put it out they're stronger than us and mock us as humans. And sure it worked but- you know something?" He breathed deeply.

"At least they didn't care to learn my name, and at least they didn't tell the truth because you know what? The truth that's out there, more humiliating than not having a cock at all? Is that the way I actually got out, the only way I got it out, is that it got hard."

He drank again, staring down. "I got hard being smushed and covered by a big wolf cock. A BIG knotty thing of a wolfy cock. Holy shit I can't believe how big it was. You shoulda seen it mate, holy fucks and all their princesses. I've never felt so warm and comforted in all my life, as with a wolf's cock burying mine and rubbing on it, making it feel like it had no place to go, nothing to do to fight back. I wanted one of them to fuck my wife right there on the table while he trapped it, truth be told."

He finished the drink and shook his head, leaving.

And then I was the one ashamed. I was hard.

Because that meant that if that story was true, then maybe, pathetically-hopefully, I was hoping it meant the second story was true.

That I lived in fear of cocks so hard they could break mine just by slapping me.

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