Terryble

Werewolves/Alphas/Wolfmen who usually only knot during sex, except if they get really riled up — and if they knot while they’re not inside someone, the knot swells too far and blocks their urethra. And usually it’s not a problem because the knots don’t just stay for longer than a few minutes. But sometimes, if they’re dosed with a specific aphrodisiac, or they are going through a rut alone, it just… stays blocked.

Like… a guy whose knot just won’t go down, and he’s in the middle of his rut, he needs to cum, and now he really needs to pee… but he can’t do either. He’s completely blocked. Can’t cum, can’t pee. And he’s trying desperately to apply just the right kind of pressure to the knot. Pushing on it with his hands. Stuffing it into toys. Nothing works. He knows that a sure way to solve this problem would be to ask for help. Maybe he has a roommate. Or a crush. If he could just find someone who will take pity and let him stuff his knot into them, the release would be instant. But that would mean one of two things:

1) He has to hold it for several minutes, waiting for the knot to fully deflate so he can untangle himself from his partner and excuse himself to the bathroom.

2) He would just lose it inside them.

Option 1 is becoming increasingly unlikely, but option 2 is so humiliating that he can’t bring himself to ask anyone… until all he can think about is peeing. It gets to a point where he spends a day just humping every surface in his house — not even because he hopes it will unblock him, but just because at this point he’s so horny and so desperate that humping things is the only thing that brings him some momentary relief. But the pressure only gets worse. At some point he needs it so badly, it overrides any embarrassment. He would do anything to just be able to pee. And so when he does pick up the phone and asks for help, he doesn’t even think to hide the state he’s in. He’s just begging them to help him pee. Please. The knot. Nothing is coming out. He needs it all to come out.

Imagine the moment his saviour lets him enter them. The moment he pushes in the knot and it just unblocks. His balls and his bladder, both full to bursting, pushing out liquid at full pressure. He’s not even thrusting, he just pushes himself in as deep as he can go, eyes glazed over, moaning, panting as he empties himself. It takes so long his partner asks if he’s done yet.

“Not done. Can’t stop”, he manages, breathless. “Please… fuck, please don’t make me stop.”

OR

The knot being a permanent thing, during ruts at least, so the wolfmen are basically dependent on a partner or some other kind of help to relieve themselves during ruts. Maybe there are some toys that help, but they don’t always work. Imagine your colleague is a wolfman who up until now has tried to live a normal life by human standards. But now he’s going through a divorce. You’re friends, so every once and again he stops by your office for a chat. And one day, he’s just super fidgety, obviously uncomfortable. And suddenly he breaks down. He’s so desperate he might even start humping your leg, rambling about how “I’m sorry. It’s been days. Days. I can’t get it out. I just… I can’t… I can’t pee, I need to pee…”

And you’re left with a choice. Do you help him? And if so, do you do it right there at the office? People could walk in. The safer option would be to help him up and take him to your place. You’d have to walk him out of the office. You’d probably have to support him because he’s having trouble walking at this point. You could get him to your apartment, coaxing him onwards. Telling him it’s ok, he can do this, you’re almost there, it’s just a few more minutes. Gently pulling his hands away when he can’t help holding himself, even though there’s no danger of leaks. All the while he’s given up all pretense that he’s ok. He’s groaning in desperation. Panting. He keeps thanking you. And begging you to hurry.

And when you’re at your place, imagine how difficult it would be for him to not ram his knot into you as fast as possible. He wants to. So badly. But you’re already doing so much for him. He doesn’t want to hurt you. So he works himself into you inch by inch, whimpering with need the whole time. When the knot finally slips in, you both freeze, staring at each other for a moment. Then you feel it: Piss starts thundering out of him, like a garden hose on high pressure. His expression still pained, he grabs your hips, anchoring himself as if he’s scared that he’ll somehow slip out of you. For a few moments, he stays like that, his body tense, pissing at full force, hands clawing into your skin. Then he exhales with a shaky sigh, a first sign that he is finally getting relief. His body starts going slack. He’s still pissing, but now he collapses against you, boneless, moaning. He won’t stop peeing for a good few minutes after. The noises he makes are absolutely orgasmic. He’s moaning, sighing, sobbing with relief. He’s still holding on to you for dear life.