The kingdom of Sanloc was the happiest of all kingdoms. The king and queen's pride and joy was their son prince Oswald. He was such a happy little boy. He would run all over the castle, his long golden locks flowing and bright blue eyes twinkling. Recently he had found a new game. He would not wear undergarments, just his tights. It made him feel good to have his thing rub against the silk fabric and get hard.

But a dark day was coming. The evil warlock Gaymaz wanted the kingdom, but how to take it. Their army was to strong and the people loved the ruling family. Then one of Gaymaz's henchmen came forward. It was Rear-ripper an evil werewolf.

"Master." he growled. "If the prince is cursed it would cause trouble in the kingdom." Gaymaz agreed and sent Rear-ripper off to do the evil deed. It was no problem to slip into the castle as a wolf. The castle guards watched for men not animals. Then in his man-wolf form, he climbed the walls and slipped into prince Oswald's bed chamber.

The boy slept without a care under blankets in his safe little bed. Oswald did not move as the covers were pulled back. He was a sleeping angel. He only wore a night shirt and it had ridden up a bit. Part of a plump round butt showed along with his smooth little nut sack. Rear-ripper yanked the boy's night shirt over the boy's head. The boy kept sleeping and the full moon highlighted the small boy mound. Rear-ripper got on top of the boy.

Oswald's scream of painful horror woke the whole castle. The king and queen with guards burst into the prince's bed chamber. They all froze in shock. A giant man-wolf was attacking Oswald. The things part as big as a man's arm was being thrust in and out of Oswald's small boy butt. Oswald screamed and cried. He kicked his legs and thrashed his arms but stayed pinned to the bed by the beast.

The monster finished with a howl and jumped out the window vanishing in the night. Oswald pulled down his night shirt and kept crying. The king and queen along with guards spent the rest of the night with Oswald.

The day came and all agreed to act as if the nightmare had not happened. Still Oswald felt strange. He could not stop looking at every males parts below the waist even his father's. Also other things happened. When the knights rode out for their morning patrol, Oswald just watched the male's horsey parts bounce as the horse galloped off. He found those things were all he could think about. The more he thought the harder his thingy got. It was getting so hard, he had to fine a way to make it soft again.