~Showing Off at the Back Alley~
Inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/3212216
Blaidd is something of a world-singing hero in the world of Aethria, so, like any hero who garners praise the world over and has a host of adult fans who wish to worship the ground he walks on, Blaidd goes straight for the little cubs.
Though, admittedly, he cannot escape his nature as a wolf.
The second he entered this quaint little settlement, he was set upon a group of playing rascals, who were all wide-eyed and awed over the fact that a "super super cool knight" is entering their town. In the distance, Blaidd could spot what is, assumedly, the father/caretakers of the three wolf cubs who snatch at his legs and beg the big bad wolf to give them a crumb of attention.
"Please sir, my father is very sick, he requires medicine. But we have no money...!" One cub asked. Blaidd looked down at the little one with a scrutinising glance, and simply spouted out, with his arms crossed:
"Get gone, kid. Do I look like a saint to you?"
That's when the male human 'caretaker' watching over the group of cubs frowned and invited Blaidd to have "a word".
"You know you can't just say things like that to them. Those poor things..." The man berated Blaidd at his dismissive attitude, but the wolf just rolled his eyes, hoping for his tirade to be finished before dinner.
When the man was finally finished lecturing him on how to treat cubs (seriously, why does any hero of the world need to know that?!), and with him unable to gain even a grunt of affirmation out of the handsome wolf, he stormed off to his home, leaving Blaidd and several cubs completely alone, in the backstreets of this quiet, quaint town.
What could possibly go wrong? Well, the cubs could scream for one. But not because Blaidd flashed his fat hairy cock at them, but because they are, in fact, in the presence of a world-renowned hero. The flashing comes after the constant admirations. 
"Daddy Blaiiiiid!" A young colt came rushing into his... crotch (yeah, the wolf is tall), wrapping his arms around the male's surprisingly fat ass. The cub immediately blushed as he realised what his face is scrunched against: Blaidd's oily loincloth, which appeared when the wolf himself separated his fleece apart at just the right moment before the boy was heading face first into his musky crotch.
The wolf pretends that it's an accident, holding the colt's shoulders gently and pulling him back, looking into his eyes with a friendly smile and a caring gaze.
"Hey, kid. You sure like me, huh?" The wolf grumbled out.
If the colt wasn't blushing already, then he may as well be called a beetroot, because the boy is beet red. Blaidd could even tell that the boy was sweating.
Damn, it must be hard to be an 11 year old cub, with daddy issues which are so severe that you can be sure this colt has imagined his whole family tree in his head and, spoiler, it consists solely of pervy men. And the first thing that happens when you meet your long-admired, childhood hero, is that you're face first in his musky, raw-smelling crotch, with some of his wispy pubes going up your nose.
This is the part where you wish it was you. Or the part where you wish you were the wolf in this situation, you degenerate, cub-lusting pervert.

Blaidd loves his fans. Not the adult ones, though. Well, maybe, sometimes, the adult ones... but only when he feels inclined to breed a muscular, furry ass. But right now, he feels like he could get away with a little something. Something which may end up as a hushed secret amongst the men of the town when their sons come scrambling home, to earnestly tell their dads that they've seen some "big, stinky pee pee today". 
'Course, their fathers might be taken aback by such a tale, coughing slightly, and asking their kids to repeat what they just said because those studs can't believe their own bleedin' ears.
("A cub fucker in the town...? No way. I thought that was a title only for me to wear with pride.")
And when their sons mention the name of "Blaidd", it could be sure to knock those sex-crazed, pent-up middle-aged men off their feet, so they have to sit down, unbuckle their belts, and shove their hands down their pants while they press their sons to "recall what happened today in more detail."
~ Blaidd’s Mission for Cum-loving Cubs - Introduction~
Scene inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/3307295
Blaidd's 'tour' has just turned into an excuse to go straight for the youngest fans and flash them. He's definitely leaving a mark, going about every town and converting every curious cub there into a slave for daddy musk. Well, they won't turn into a slave immediately! After seeing Blaidd's massive, uncut hairy cock however, they'll definitely have it in their heads to see more of it. Plus, the smell is very much like their dads' stink in his bedroom...
Blaidd is actually doing the fathers of every town a service. By exposing these cubs to the wonders of horny, hairy, perverted men, it makes them that much easier to turn into a cocksleeve for their actual fathers.
Why do you think Blaidd has unrestricted access to these youngsters in the first place? Because he simply has the permission.
~Blaidd’s Mission for Cum-loving Cubs – Daddy Wants to Watch~
Scene inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/3227257
It's all over for Blaidd now. There's no coming back from this. His head is spinning as he gets stroked off by a little curious cub in some dank, dark tunnel. His age can't even be measured in two digits. 
"Way to go, cubophile."
Blaidd's heart ran cold as he heard the familiar voice echo out to him throughout the tunnel. It is the caretaker from the first town he visited.
He walked up to the wolf, and gave him a shit-eating grin. The man seems quite proud of himself.
"I've been following you since the beginning." 
He pointed towards the 7 year-old wolf cub that was standing on his tiptoes, trying all he can to stroke the full length of his idol's shaft with his dexterous, young fingers.
"Thanks for corrupting my son." He gave the horny wolf a knowing wink.
Deep down, Blaidd breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did you really think there will be a man in this world who doesn't agree with what you're doing?" It's like this 'caretaker' was reading his mind.
"Perish the thought. You are doing all of us a service." He patted the heaving wolf on the shoulder (getting stroked off by a kid really makes a wolf wracked with lust), and leaned in to give him a kiss, his tender face scratching against the side of the wolf's beard. Wolves are much bigger and hairier than measly humans...
Blaidd did not expect this: getting stroked off by a cock-hungry cub, and now a handsome human male coming in for a spit swap?! 
"Breath into my mouth, stud..."
The wolf breathed out loudly, and the man's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he made out with his idol. An idol indeed... but not in the same way that the cubs love him. He is aware of Blaidd's 'supportive' activities within lesser-known towns as a way to increase the 'morale of the men', and he encourages it fully.
The sound of hungry mouths meeting echoed throughout the tunnel, along with the boy's impatient grunts and moans.
"Grrr... Show me it already, Blaidd! I want to see some spunk!" He shouted.
The father chuckled in the wolf's mouth.
"Heh... I can't believe you've got a kid stroking you off like that." He teased.
Veins popped in the warrior's neck. He shut his eyes in pleasure.
("I don't wanna cum yet, I don't want to cum....") 
The man left the wolf's maw to nibble at his warm, furry neck, burying his nose in Blaidd's smelly neck fluff, inhaling the scent of a cub-fucking beast.
"Ask the man kindly, son." The caretaker said.
Suddenly, his son stopped stroking. Blaidd's cock was throbbing all on its own, throbbing up and down in front of the curious face of a young boy.
"Please daddy... May I have some cum?" The wolf cub pleaded.
Blaidd roared out as his body was wracked with an intense orgasm. In the heat of the moment, the two men embraced each other in a deep kiss, with the human taking his place next to Blaidd's broad shoulder, in an ideal position to slurp on his thick, hairy black pits, all while the 'hero of the world' unloaded on a little cub's pleading sexy face.
"Fuuuuuuuuck!"
"Yeaaaaah, man! Let it out! Unleash your load on my son!"
~The Travelling Cubophile~
Inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/3225337
"Oops, looks like I just came from the screams of the cubs from the town that those bandits raided..."
Ever since indulging in his deepest and darkest of desires/irrefutable instincts, Blaidd has been forever changed. No longer is he the proud hero who is celebrated the world over, but a helpless pervert who is worshipped by other dads, uncles and grandpas, knowing that only cubs can get his cock up.
He has lost his mind. Degenerated into a feral beast of a man, one who only reacts when there is the scent of fresh meat nearby. Some could say that he is a shell of a man. Others could say that he has never been manlier for giving into his baser instincts.
Whichever the case, this is reality now. The world's towns are no longer protected by a handsome wolf knight in shining armour. Neither will the towns' guardsmen do much themselves, too busy visiting other families while their mothers are away to 'look after the kids'.
Blaidd has changed the mind of every man. He has changed how the very world functions.

When you next venture outside, someday, you will come across this wolf wanderer. And he will briefly ask: "Do you have a cub in your backpack?" In the hopes of quelling his unquenchable libido, to unload inside a tiny single-digit hole. And when you shake your head, saying no, he'll swoop in for a kiss and breath into your ear: "Tell your kids to watch out for 'Daddy Blaidd'”, before slinking off like an assassin. His reputation precedes him.
~Blaidd’s Breeder Cock~
Inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/3428833
(First half of picture)
Here we see Blaidd comparing his cock with his tribe mates...
Which cock is the cock of a breeder? It is plainly obvious. The one who has barged his way into many tight and squirming holes... and converted many little ones and their fathers into musk-loving, daddy-lusting beastman sluts. The cock which can change people. Once a father catches sight of Blaidd's cock, he simply cannot avert his eyes. He can do nothing but watch as Blaidd convinces his young son to 'make it bounce'.
"See? It's nodding at you because it's happy!" Blaidd encouraged.
The cub's jaw was agape, his eyes wide with awe. He looked up to his father for permission, but quickly found that his father is in the very same state as him: transfixed.
"Yeah, son... Go on, touch it, he won't mind," the father slurs out, mindlessly masturbating his cock.
Blaidd is single-handedly restoring the reputation of the wolf tribe. Soon, men across Aethria will sing his praises. And then those musk-hypnotised cubs will grow into men themselves and contribute towards the cycle of man loving boy.
Blaidd's cock is one of pure beauty. Not only by its sheer size, his engorged knot which twitches the moments he hears about a 'father and his son' in the town he's visiting, but because of his unkempt pube bush. See how his pube fluff slightly overtakes the base of his cock? Without proper care and trimming, that small fluff can flourish into a huge cock bush in no time. But that's all the better to stuff eager cub noses with. Get those musk-laden, thick pube fluffs up their nostrils and make them huff. 
Teach them young - that drug is a musk, and men are meant to be worshipped. Surely their fathers would be very thankful for Blaidd's service, and it's not like his heavy coin pouch is an indication of that already.
The world is changing. And soon, it will follow Blaidd's rules.
~Blaidd’s Mission for Cum-loving Cubs – Visiting a Town~
Inspiration: https://e621.net/posts/3321221
Blaidd is a man who should stay well away from cubs.
At least, that's what the local authorities will tell each other as the guards will rub each other's cocks to the sight of the aforementioned wolf getting a bit too 'friendly' with an orphan.
The silver-haired guard on the left adjusted the collar of his battle attire, sighing. The summer heat does this to all - it exhausts, it makes men sweat bullets, and it causes wolves to rut for days on end. 

"We really should've asked boss first," he said, recalling that but mere moments ago, Blaidd arrived to this town with his backpack slinked over his shoulder, and a smile on his face saying:
"How might I be of service, men?"
After much discussion and a brief glimpse to his loincloth bulging out to the sound of kids playing metres away from him, the guards' found out that Blaidd is only here for one thing - corrupting young boys. And, as a bonus, maybe even their fathers.
When Blaidd asked to be a 'volunteer' at the orphanage only a few steps away, he made the request in such confidence, such bravado that the men who swore to protect this town were caught off guard. It is as if Blaidd understands the very nature of men itself. 
"What? Surely you've heard of the rumours." 
The silver-haired man gulped as he looked Blaidd up and down. Knowing that the man is a proud cubophile made him far more attractive then he would care to admit.
"We sure have," he replied.
And so the guards get their show of the day.
"Y'know, with a bit of luck, after I flash those cubs with my big black dick, maybe their fathers will come running back after all." Blaidd laughed to the guards, taking pleasure over how uncomfortable they were.
("Just give in, men. Admit it. You want to see me get stroked off by a cub. You want to see a little one struggle to fit the entirety of my ebony cock in their tiny, sexy, salivating mouths.")
It is Blaidd job to show kids the ways of the world.
As he uncovers his loincloth to a group of excited little boys, they all gasp and clap their hands in excitement.
"So, this is a dick..." Blaidd said camly. Sex education always comes first.
"And these..." Blaidd took hold of his black nuts, some hairs starting to grow on them now that he's not had the chance to shave.
"...Are my fat fucking nuts."
"WE. LOVE. FAT FUCKING NUTS!" The boys shouted in a prideful chant, cheering each other on and encouraging each other to repeat exactly what Blaidd said.
("...Yeah. They're coming along well.")
"I job well done, I daresay," the captain of the guard patted a surprised Blaidd on the shoulder.
Then he whispered close to him.
"There's some fathers that would very much like to give up their cubs for you... I'll see you there soon."
Blaidd smirked, noticing how the other cubs all got their cocks out to compare.
"Till then, brother. And leave no boy hole unstretched."