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Chapter Eleven - Putting the Moo in Mooan

Even though the football team from Duke University had won their first win of the season, the pressure was on to keep their win streak going from the past three years. Never before had a football team of hopeful jocks worked so hard to impress scouts seeking fresh talent for professional teams.

The sounds of males grunting with exertion as they pushed themselves beyond their limits in the gym connected to the locker room, the smell of testosterone and sweat filled the air almost like a thin layer of ozone to be breathed in by the jocks as they worked out, feeling the never-ending tingling sensation of arousal.

Combining the clanking sound of weights being set back in place and the loud locker room banter that bounced off the walls, it did very well to cover the ongoing session behind Coach Collins's office door. To anyone passing by, any noise coming from the soundproof room could easily be mistaken for anyone working out in the area next to the locker room.

On the other side of the thick wooden door that had a tall but thin foggy glass window close to the door handle, Maxwell Pierce, a six foot ten longhorn bull and the first string center for the offensive line lay bent over Coach Collins's study desk. The bull let out a loud, bellowing moan after he felt the sharp stinging pain of a big tan paw come smacking over one his plump black furred ass cheek. The paw remained on the spot, feeling the muscles underneath jiggle and constrict.

The bovine was still wearing his black and orange jersey, but under the waistband, only his jockstrap remained to cover his dignity, though it did very little to hide his massive low hangers and straining cock. His compression shorts lay in a heap at his ankles, hiding his cloven hooves that stood wide apart, showing off his mostly confined junk and that twitching pucker under his lifted tail.

Pierce shuddered as he felt the paw lift off his ass cheeks, blushing as he found himself anticipating the next strike. It would have been hard to say which cheeks were more red, his face or ass. But the next blow never came. He wanted to look up from the desk, but he knew better than that.

"You've been a needy heifer, Pierce," he heard the unmistakable gruff voice of Coach Collins behind him and the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened. "And don't think I haven't noticed you showing off that fat ass of yours. Tell me, when you moon Steffensen or Wagner, do you make them howl?"

The comment made Pierce blush even harder. The rottweiler was referring to two wolves on the team, both of them very attractive yet had an alpha-type complex that seemed to be common for lupines, but it only made them seem like pretentious assholes. While Coach Collins had only had the pleasure of giving private training sessions to Steffensen, he could count the number of truly alpha wolves he knew off the top of his head with one paw, and neither jock fit the bill.

"I don't think so sir," the bull stammered and huffed. He shook his ass impatiently as if taunting Coach Collins to spank him again.

Coach Collins grinned, his jowls lifting to show off his sharp white teeth as he stared at that voluptuous rump and the barely visible pucker that was nearly obstructed from view between those wide mounds of muscle. Belt now in paw, he folded it in half and tugged the ends quickly, making a loud 'CRACK' sound that made Pierce clench his ass in delight.

"NNff... you've got such a fine ass, Pierce," Coach Collins mused as he let the belt caress over the bull's ass where he'd been spanked previously, watching the jock quiver as he squeezed the sore spot. "But it's not tenderized yet."

Another 'CRACK' echoed as the rottweiler lifted the belt and brought it down and across the cheek, Pierce threw his head back and moo'd loudly as his ass cheeks clenched hard and he gripped the far side of the desk.

"OH fuck!" Pierce groaned as the stinging pain on his wide rump sent shivers up his spine, feeling his cock twitch in arousal in his jockstrap. His tail lifted higher, the small tuft of black hair at the tip flicked as his puffy dark pucker clenched and relaxed, almost as if it wanted to be brutalized by his Coach.

Two strikes filled the room as Coach Collins made a cross-section motion with his belt, a visible red "X" on the spot of the bull's hindquarters. Pierce cried out and rolled his hips back, huffing and groaning loudly without a care in the world, all he wanted was to be at the rottweiler's mercy.

Pierce lost count of how many times he felt that leather belt crack across his rear end, but the muscles underneath were feeling it. They screamed at him to beg the coach to stop, but he only screamed louder for more. He felt those masculine paws grab his meaty cheeks and spread them wide, wincing in pain as the paw kneaded the reddened skin under the matted down black fur.

"OOoh Coach..." Pierce shuddered, his legs twitched as he held them wide apart. He felt hot pants of air against his aching asscheek and then a sharp twinge of pain when the rottweiler bit down on his flank. Four sharp canines bit right against the flesh, not quite penetrating the skin but enough to make the bull's adrenaline to kick in and pump in his veins.

The teeth only remained a second before the rottweiler parted his powerful jaws and licked the spot, feeling Pierce's body relax and shudder as his muscles quivered. He growled as he took in the bovine's scent, letting the smell of fear and arousal fill his lungs. A predator and his meek prey. Though in all honesty, Pierce was almost twice as thick and strong as the rottweiler. If he wanted to, he probably could have easily overpowered the canine. That's what made it so hot for the old dog to play with his food before he ate it.

Coach Collins dove his face into the bull's sweaty ass crack, loud smacking escaped his drooling lips as he ate Pierce's ass out, much to his delight. The bull sang like a well-trained opera singer, his voice held a strong vibrato as the rottweiler's tongue lapped over the hole and then pushed its way inside to the resisting pucker.

Once he was inside that tight, fleshy ring, Coach Collins squeezed the cheeks together and smooshed his face between them. His tongue worked in and out of Pierce's tailhole, loving just how much the giant jockslut was enjoying himself. The bull's ass tasted bitter but clean. Definitely not one of Coach's top favorite jockslut rumps, but eating ass was eating ass and that was one of Coach Collins's favorite things.

"Oh, Coach... that feels amazing..." Pierce moaned as he felt the soothing tongue rub all the right places. It was like a deep and sensuous massage after a long and rough training session.

Coach Collins grunted in response, it's not polite to speak with your mouth full. He slobbered gratuitously on and inside the jock's ass. Drool dripped off his chin and the bull's swinging ball sack as Pierce rocked back and forth, fucking himself on the wet appendage working him over time as he felt the cold nose pushed under his lifted tail.

With a satisfied huff, the rottweiler pulled his head back and stood up. He spat into his paw, stroking his throbbing cock that had slipped free when his pants had fallen off his hips without the belt holding them up. He pushed the fat dick between those ample cheeks, slicking it up as he reached around Pierce's front and squeezed those well-formed pectorals while pulling him up.

Pierce moaned even louder as his pecs were played with, pushing back as he straightened up. Coach Collins hotdogged his drooling cock, eager to plow the beast in front of him as he kneaded the shapely pecs. They weren't quite as big as boobs but definitely had some weight to them.

Even while working his paws on the jockslut's front, Coach Collins was focused on grinding and finding the tight little pucker that was begging for his pups. His heavy panting tickled the hairs on Pierce's neck, making the thick bovine weak in the knees. Pierce slumped briefly, held up only by Coach Collins paws that were now making their way to his nipples. But the brief moment of weakness had been what Coach Collins needed. The bull seemed to fall right on his tapered tip, impaling himself accidentally on the first few inches of the canine's hard bone.

They groaned in unison as Coach Collins thrust in, pulling Pierce back as his fingers found those fleshy nubs and pinched them. This made the bull bellow louder as the rottweiler crammed his cock in deeper, feeling those tense muscles squeeze every inch of that veiny puppymaker. He growled into Pierce's ear, wary of those wide horns that protruded from the sides of his thick head.

"Gonna milk you all afternoon, heifer," Coach Collins teased as one paw wandered southward, caressing the jock's impressive body, admiring every inch of the well-sculpted frame he wanted to ravage. He thrust in, placing his paw right in the middle of the bull's abs and felt the slightly nudge from the inside.

"OHhh fuck... Coach, you're so deep..." Pierce moaned as he looked down, most of the view obstructed by his pectorals that almost resembled hills overlooking smaller mounds that were his abdominals. Coach Collins had one paw on his right nipple, squeezing it as if he were a milking cow and the other was rubbing the slightly pointed bulge that pushed his stomach out.

Pierce could feel the cock pulsing within, oozing precum as it hit all the right spots within him. His prostate tingled as the shaft pushed in and out ever so slightly as his hole loosened up quickly to make room for the rottweiler burrowing his way deeper into the jockslut.

Coach Collins's paw finally left the protruding bump in the bull's stomach and pushed his paw into the jockslut's jockstrap, pulling the long but thin cock out of its tight confinement and jerked him off quickly. If the bull wasn't already in such a submissive state, he would have melted then.

Pierce found himself completely enraptured by the rottweiler plowing his bruised ass, the powerful slaps against his backside from the rottweiler's hips a constant reminder of what the coach had done to him. His eyes rolled back as his nipple was played with while the palm squeezed his pec, loving how it felt being near milked as his cock shot precum over the coach's desk.

Ramming his bitch, Coach Collins watched Pierce's ass cheeks jiggle from the force of his hips slamming against him. It was so tight and so warm, the masochist was such a fuck jockslut to plow, his ass was so malleable but at the same time, almost elastic, it squeezed his growing knot so hard, it made the rottweiler groan as he felt his knot begin to swell up.

He never let go of Pierce's pec or cock, he was gonna milk his heifer until his balls were dry. The rottweiler could feel the sweat building under his polo, dampening the fabric as he pounded away at Pierce's loosening fuckhole, his arms bulged as they flexed, keeping the bitch close to him. He felt the warmth swell up in his muscle gutted loins, taking a deep breath as he bucked his knot in once more, hearing the wet squelch as he stuffed his fat knot into his boy.

Pierce bellowed loudly as his entrance was stretched wide open and then clamped down tight on the rottie's thick knot. Coach Collins grasped his hip with the paw that had been jerking him and yanked him back as he felt the imminent release of his pent-up load. Deep inside Pierce, he felt the cock pulse seem to swell before the dam broke, the first blast caused a small protrusion in the bull's belly, filling his battered passage. With the rottweiler's knot buried deep within him, plugging his rosebud, the bull's body had to accept its fate.

Spurt after spurt filled the bull, nowhere else to go but deeper inside him. Coach Collins murred as he felt his cock swimming in his warm seed, filling the jockslut writhing in his arms. The slight outdent of his cock seemed to melt away as the bull's stomach distended. Pierce didn't even seem to recognize his own orgasm as his thin cock flexed and shot off his load across Coach Collins's desk.

Throughout the rest of the orgasm and into the afterglow, Coach Collins never stopped teasing the bull's pecs, making the bovine melt even more as he shuddered from how intense the mating had been. Pierce's knees wobbled as he held himself up with the palms of his hands, the hoofed fingers jittery.

"Th-thanks Coach," Pierce finally managed to say, his voice was just as shaky as the rest of the jock's bloated body. He sighed softly when the rottweiler's free paw rubbed his sloshing stomach, both males basking and admiring just how potent the old dog was.