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"Yeah, yeah, I'm goin' already, quit poking me!" the Sheriff growled and grunted as the throng of gleeful and vengeful townsfolk prodded him along towards the town square, his hands bound behind his back by a length of strong, thick rope. Behind him trudged the defeated and humiliated Prince John, the wolf and lion's ankles chained together by chains and cuffs, his hands tied up in the same fashion. Among the crowd stood Robin Hood along with his friend and companion Little John, walking with the bound duo and keeping a close eye on them to make sure they didn't try anything untoward. With them walked the king himself; King Richard who had finally returned to reclaim his throne from his tyrannical brother. He marched the two prisoners through the streets of Nottingham, occasionally giving the Sherrif's rump a prod with his sword to hurry him along.

"Come on, you two, hurry up!" the big bulky lion said, his deep, strong voice booming, "I don't have all day you know, a true king has important matters to attend to!"

"Tch... True king... I'll show him who's the true king here..." Prince John grumbled.

"Did you say something, brother?" Richard glared at his small and meek sibling.

"Ah! N-no, not at all." John gulped.

"Hmph, I thought not." Richard scoffed and continued to march them onwards until they'd reached the destination; the town square, where several wooden stocks awaited their next criminal to lock up, namely Prince John and his Sheriff.

"On with you, then!" Richard ordered, "Step up to the stocks; you first, wolf." the Sheriff hesitated. If they locked him in there it was going to be a very long while before he was going to get out, and who knows what the horde of angry townsfolk would do to him?

"Er... Now, this ain't really necessary, is it?" he gulped, "I mean, I-I was just followin' my orders, it was Prince John who told me to shake down all them poor, innocent townsfolks!"

"What?!" John glared hatefully at him, "You treacherous little...!"

"Quiet!" Richard ordered, "Get into the stocks before I have to force you into them!" Sheriff looked down at the small wooden prison in front of him.

"Dammit..." he cursed to himself. With no way of escaping or fighting back it seemed that he had no choice. Robin stepped up and opened the stocks for him.

"'Ere, let me hold it open for you, big boy." he said with smirk.

"Gee, yer too kind." the Sheriff growled. He felt the rope around his wrists being cut and, for a moment, considered fighting his way out of the situation. He looked at the crowd and then at Robin and finally at King Richard. Cursing beneath his breath, the Sheriff realized how hopeless it would be. Besides, even if he did manage to fight his way past them, his ankles were still cuffed together with Prince John's which, to say the least, would slow him down quite a bit. He reluctantly placed his hands and head into the stocks and grimaced as Robin brought the upper half down. Click. He heard Richard locking it in place. He was stuck there; a bound prisoner in the same town he'd been bankrupting mere days ago. His and John's ankles were uncuffed and the lion prince was pushed towards his own stocks.

"Yes, yes, alright, I'm going!" he growled, swatting away Richard's hand as the older feline prodded him along. Prince John got into position; head and hands in the stocks, "I can't believe this. I am Prince John; do you hear me?! Prince John! You can't lock me up like some petty criminal!" click. He was locked in place.

"Oh, you're much worse than a petty criminal, you filth." Robin said. Prince John glared at him, eyes filled with hate.

"You... You bastard!" he spat.

"Ha, such language, brother." Richard chuckled and stepped up the younger prince, "Someone should plug up that mouth of yours to stop you spitting such obscenities."

"Well, you know what usually happens to those in the stocks..." Robin smirked.

"Oh, that I do." Richard gave a mischievous chuckle.

"W-wait..." Prince John spoke up, "What... What are you suggesting?"

"Well, since you two are all locked up and aren't going anywhere for a while, maybe we could all have some fun with you..." Robin locked eyes with the prince, a look of fear spreading across the feline's face.

"Y-you can't be serious!" he gasped, "I won't have my pride hurt like that!"

"Your pride won't be the only thing hurting when we're done!" Richard laughed.

"And ain't it fair that after how much you and ol' bushel britches here screwed us all over, we get to screw you back?" Little John spoke up, glancing at the prince and then turning to the Sheriff, "To be honest, I'm more interested in havin' some fun with the big guy here than the prince." the Sheriff stared up at the big bear.

"Tch, ain't ya gonna buy me dinner first?" he scoffed.

"Dinner?" Little John echoed, "Yeah, I got some dinner for ya. Got a big ol' sausage you can shove in your mouth." the Sheriff grimaced and looked away, blushing slightly. He gulped. Little John wasn't actually planning on... Was he...?

Robin stepped up next to his bear companion, a wide, cocky grin on his face.

"So, are we going to teach these two a lesson then?" he said, and then addressed the crowd, "What do you say, everyone? Shall we show these two what for?" the crowd erupted in eager cheers and applause. Everyone there wanted to see the prince and sheriff getting what was coming to them. Little John chuckled with approval at the crowd's reaction and knelt down, coming face to face with the wolf. They locked eyes.

"The hell're you lookin' at?" the Sheriff growled. John ignored the question.

"Y'know, bushel britches, you ain't bad lookin'." he said, "In fact, I got a secret to share with ya. I kinda like you. Well, your looks anyway. Personality-wise you're a piece of garbage, but, shucks, I've jerked off to you plenty 'a times before."

"Tch... Damn pervert..." Sheriff growled.

"Pervert, huh?" John chuckled and took the Sheriff's chin in his hand, "Bushel britches you ain't even seen perverted yet." he gripped the wolf by his shirt and leaned in close. The Sheriff opened his mouth to protest but suddenly found his maw filled with John's thick, wet tongue. The wolf struggled, but he wasn't going anywhere, and Little John certainly wasn't planning on letting him go. Robin watched as Little John kissed the Sheriff deeply and forcefully, tongue being pushed as deep into the wolf's mouth as he could get it. John's fantasies about the Sheriff weren't a secret to Robin; he knew how badly the bear wanted to fuck him. It was rather nice seeing him finally get what he wanted.

While Little John had his fun making out with the bound Sheriff, Robin circled around to see what the lupine had to offer.

"Well, let's see what you've got back here, eh?" he grinned, "I'm willing to bet you've got a might fine arse, going by the size of you, Sheriff." he reached down, unbuckled the belt the Sheriff wore and let it fall to the ground before taking the base of the wolf's tunic in his hands and yanking it up, tossing the skirt-like garment over the top of the stocks so that it wouldn't flop back down. The Sheriff wore a simple loincloth-like undergarment which Robin managed to simply tear off of his body, leaving his nether regions completely naked and exposed. The crowd cheered and laughed.

"Oi, nice arse, Sheriff!" someone yelled out. The jeering coaxed another round of laughter from the onlookers and the Sheriff could feel his cheeks turning bright pink from the embarrassment. He gave muffled groans and gasps around Little John's mouth and tried to pull away, but John placed a firm hand on his head and gripped his fur tight, holding him in place and knocking the ill-fitting hat the Sheriff always wore to the floor. John's tongue rubbed up against the Sheriff's and the bound male shivered as the sensation tickled him slightly.

"Mrrph! Mm! G...rr...fff...!" the Sheriff tried to express his dismay but his mouth was too busy being filled with wet bear tongue for him to be able to speak. He heard Robin giving an impressed whistle behind him.

"Whew! Look at this arse!" he laughed, bringing a hand down hard on the Sheriff's rump and making him give out a muffled gasp, "Heh, big and fat and soft... Little John's really going to enjoy this!"

"Mrrph!" the Sheriff groaned and shook his head as best he could in his position. Little John continued to kiss him, their lips smacking together and making loud, lewd and wet noises. Soon enough, the big bear pulled back.

"You're a good kisser." he grinned.

"Tch... Screw you..." the Sheriff spat.

"Aw, don't be like that." Little John chuckled, amused at the Sheriff's clear displeasure, "I mean it; you're a real good kisser... I mean, just look what you did." Little John stood upright and the Sheriff looked at him curiously, a lump rising in his throat when he saw the twitching and growing bulge in the crotch of the bear's tunic. Little John reached down and started groping himself, giving his cock a good squeezing through his clothes. "It ain't even all the way yet." John gave a wide, proud grin.

"G...Geez..." the Sheriff gulped, "That... That thing better not be goin' anywhere near me!"

"Heh, aw c'mon, bushel britches, what else am I gonna do with this thing?" he took his tunic in his hands and started to undress. The Sheriff could only watch as the bear yanked off his clothes in front of him, leaving his tunic and undergarments in a heap on the floor and revealing his big, fat, semi-hard bear cock which emerged from his thick, furry sheath. The Sheriff's eyes went wide when he laid eyes on it. It was already seven inches and hadn't reached full hardness yet and it had a thick, intimidating girth to it. Little John stepped up to him and took the base of his cock in his hand, shaking it obscenely at the wolf.

"You gonna make a joke about my nickname?" he smirked.

"Tch... Too easy." the Sheriff shrugged.

"Really? No puns or anything? Ah, you're no fun." John chuckled, "Fine, then allow me. I guess they should call me big John, huh? Ha!" the Sheriff glared at him, unimpressed. "Ah, whatever. Here, why don't you have a sniff of it?" he grabbed the Sheriff by the fur of his head and started slapping his cock across his muzzle.

"Ack! Ow!" the Sheriff grunted. The musky scent of John's dick filled his nose and flooded his senses.

"How's that, huh? You like my scent? A lot of guys go crazy over it." Little John rubbed his cock all over the Sheriff's face, his length still hardening, growing longer until it had reached its full nine inches.

King Richard watched on, standing next to his bound brother.

"Those three look like they're having fun." Richard chuckled. In front of them Little John continued to slap his cock across the Sheriff's face, teasing and laughing at him while Robin toyed and played with the wolf's fat, furry ass. Richard turned his attention to his brother, "Why don't we have some fun, eh?"

"Fun?" Prince John echoed, "And what kind of fun did you have in mind? You couldn't possibly be thinking of..." their eyes met and the wicked and mischievous look on Richard's face told him everything he needed to know, "Y-you can't be serious! To me- your own brother?!"

"I am very serious." Richard said, "After all you've done to my subjects it's only fair that I personally punish you for your crimes." he leaned down, their faces coming within inches of each other, and then he whispered, "I'm going to show everyone here your secret shame." Prince John's eyes widened.

"W-w-wait! There's no need for that!" he gasped, "Um, er, I... I'll... I'll give you a blowjob! Yes, that's it; just... just don't show them_that_!"

"Ha! Oh, you'll give me a blowjob whether I show them or not!" Richard laughed. A few of the observing townsfolk heard that and turned their attention to the two lions, curious as to what their king was planning on showing them. The King circled around and drew his sword so that he could cut through his brother's clothes.

"No! Wait! For god's sake, stop!" Prince John pleaded and begged, but Richard was having none of it. A couple seconds later and he'd cut through the prince's clothes, letting the shredded remains fall to the floor, leaving him completely naked. It took a moment for the crowd to realize what was being shown to them, but all eyes were drawn to the prince's crotch when someone pointed and yelled out.

"Look at 'is tiny cock!!" the crowd then erupted into laughter. They pointed, jeered and mocked him. Even Robin and Little John took a few moments out of tormenting the Sheriff to look at the small tool Prince John was equipped with, smirking and chuckling when they laid eyes on it.

"You... You...!" Prince John was at a loss for words. His whole face was blushing bright pink from the sever humiliation of it all. What's more, the prince was equipped with an uncut, non-sheathed cock, as did Richard and the rest of the royal family, which meant his diminutive size was clear the moment one laid eyes on it. Richard laughed along with the crowd and circled around to the Prince's rear end. He reached down and got a surprised gasp from Prince John when his hand found his dick.

"Ha! Look at this thing!" he laughed, "Look; this is the manhood of the person who had been terrorizing you for so long!" the crowd laughed harder and John blushed deeper.

"H-how dare you?!" he roared, his embarrassment giving way to anger, "Y-you should all be worshipping me! I am the prince!!"

"Oh, be quiet, would you?" King Richard scoffed and gave John's cock a squeeze which made the prince squeak in surprise, "I suppose the people of Nottingham are curious to see how their king measures up to this pathetic excuse for a prince, eh?" applause, cheers and whistles came from the crowd, "Well then! Prepare to feast your eyes!" he started undressing, stepping in front of his brother so that he too could get an eyeful of his equipment. Prince John grimaced. He'd seen it before. They'd been naked together plenty of times in the past; they were brothers after all, seeing each other's tools was going to happen at some point. He pulled off his royal clothing and left them in a heap on the ground. An undignified way to treat the clothes of royalty, but Richard had much more interesting things to focus on. He yanked off his undergarments and revealed his fat, low-hanging cock to everyone. Impressed and surprised whispers and cheers ran through the crowd. Many of the watchers wondered how Richard could be so big when his brother was so small and the reaction everyone had to his size had Richard grinning from ear to ear with pride. Robin and Little John looked over, eyes snapping to his crotch so that they could admire his tool.

"My, I didn't know our king was so big!" Robin chuckled.

"He might even be bigger than I am when he gets hard." Little John admitted. He then turned his attention to the Sheriff, "How big do you think our li'l friend here is?"

"Hm, I don't know..." Robin said, kneeling down to check between the wolf's legs, "Can't say the sheath's too impressive, but maybe he's one of those... ah, what do they called it?"

"A grower?" Little John asked.

"That's it. Maybe he's a grower." Robin said with a wide grin, "Why don't we find out?"

Still kneeling, Robin shuffled himself beneath the Sheriff and raised a hand to start stroking at his crotch. The Sheriff gasped and his body twitched slightly at his touch.

"Hey! What d'you think you're doin' back there?!" he growled.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Robin smirked, his hand caressing the Sheriff's heavy balls, "I'm just going to have some fun with this thing." he leaned forward, hand stroking the wolf's balls and his mouth opening to lick up his grey-furred sheath.

"Ah!" the Sheriff gasped in surprise, "Grrr... Hey, you get away from that! If I'm gonna have my dick sucked it's gonna be on my terms!"

"Yes, well, we're not exactly in the position to be doing things on _your_terms, are we?" Robin kept having his fun with the Sheriff's manhood, his hand stroking and groping at his balls while his tongue worked up and down the shaft of his sheath. The Sheriff gave a grunt and a growl in protest. Of course, he had nothing against having his dick sucked, but having it done by the same man who'd humiliated him so much in the past and currently had him bound in the stocks in front of everyone like this? He wasn't too enthusiastic about it.

"Mm! Shit..." the Sheriff grumbled, his sheath giving a soft twitch. Robin kept licking him, working upwards and slathering the tip of his sheath with his spit. The Sheriff balled his hands into fists and gave out a soft gasp, "D-dammit... Didn't know you were so damn good with yer tongue... Heh, what'd I expect from a fox, huh?" Robin ignored his snide comments and kept licking. Little John stood in front of the Sheriff, his hard cock in his hand as he stroked it steadily, keeping it erect and primed for use.

"Hey, if we're talkin' about dick sucking then why don't you open up and get this inside you?" John smirked and gave the Sheriff's cold, wet nose a slap with his cock, "C'mon, open wide!"

"Tch... Bah! Get that fuckstick of yers away from- hrrmph!" the Sheriff's words were cut short when Little John grabbed him by the ears and shoved his cock inside his maw.

"Gotta learn to keep that big yap of yours shirt, bushel britches." he chuckled, "Now get to suckin'!" he pistoned his hips forward, shoving inch after inch of hard bear cock down the Sheriff's throat, his balls pressing against the wolf's chin and the Sheriff's nose being pushed into John's pubic fur, the bear's big, chubby belly resting on his head as he pushed forward. The Sheriff grunted, gasped and struggled, the taste of Little John's cock flooding his mouth, the bear's musk filling his nostrils and making his head swim. Meanwhile, while John continued to thrust his dick in and out of the helpless Sheriff's maw, Robin Hood was finally getting a rise out of the Sheriff. The wolf's nethers tingled and his sheath gave a twitch as his thick length started to harden, much to the vulpine's approval.

Robin opened wide and ran his tongue over the Sheriff's tip, making him whimper and groan at the attention to his sensitive meat. Robin kept at it, stroking the Sheriff's balls and shaft while he used his tongue to pleasure the tip. He could hear the low growling noises coming from the Sheriff as his canine cock was steadily coaxed from its furry home, eventually reaching full hardness at an average five inches. Not an amazing size, but the Sheriff's cock had a lot of girth and thickness to it.

"Well, not as small as Prince John's over there, but I'm still not impressed!" Robin laughed. "My, and with all that bravado you put on I'd thought you'd be bigger. Suppose I should've known better."

"Hrrmph! Nghh!" the Sheriff gave muffled, angry growls around Little John's cock. Robin took the Sheriff's member in one hand and reached down with his other to grope himself through his tunic, the crotch of which was sporting a hard, sizeable bulge. He wasn't done with the Sheriff's cock yet. He leaned over, opened up and took the tip in his mouth and started sucking on it. The Sheriff gasped in surprise, his legs shaking as Robin started to take his throbbing five incher down his throat. Robin took it all with no problem. He easily pushed back his gag reflex and pushed himself down onto every inch of the Sheriff's erect cock, licking at it while he went and groping himself. Instinctively, the Sheriff started humping into Robin's face, hips bucking forward and pushing his cock deeper inside the fox. He kept telling himself to stop enjoying it. He didn't like the thought of someone like Robin being in charge of his cock... But damn, the fox was so good at what he was doing. His cock twitched and throbbed in Robin's mouth; drops of pre forming at his tip and dripping down onto Robin's tongue, filling his mouth with its salty taste. Robin could feel his own cock throbbing against the inside of his clothes and decided it was time to give his own tool some attention. He yanked up his tunic and fished his cock out, throbbing fully hard at seven inches. He heard some of the watching crowd swoon at the sight of the outlaw hero's manhood. A few of the watchers had even shoved their hands inside their pants and were eagerly pleasuring themselves to the show they were getting, watching as Robin and John had their way with the Sheriff and King Richard humiliated his treacherous brother. Robin gripped his own cock and started stroking it furiously, bobbing his head up and down the Sheriff's fat cock. Above him, Little John was still ploughing away at the wolf's fact. The bear had his hands firmly on the Sheriff's ears, gripping them tight and holding him in place as he buried his whole length down his throat with every thrust he made. Nearby, Richard was taking the humiliation of Prince John to a higher level.

"I-I say, what are you doing back there?" Prince John said nervously as Richard placed a hand on his rump and gave it a squeeze. Richard ignored him and instead turned his attention to the crowd.

"What do the people think we should do with him?" he asked, "How would you see this wretch punished?"

"Fuck him!" someone yelled.

"Beat him!"

"Spank his arse!" Richard's ears twitched when he heard that.

"Spank him, you say?" he chuckled and gave his brother's ass a light, teasing tap, "You think this naughty boy needs a good spanking, eh?" approving cheers and whistles came from the crowd, "Well, you heard them, brother!" Prince John felt Richard's hand leaving his ass as the older lion raised it high above his head.

"Wait!" he gasped, "You can't do this to me! I'll see you all locked u-aarrghh!" his whole body clenched up as Richard brought his hand down hard on his ass, a loud slapping sound echoing around the area. The crowd laughed at the prince's misfortune and humiliation, pointing and jeering at him as King Richard raised his hand and brought down another harsh slap onto his furry ass cheek.

"That's it, take your punishment!" Richard laughed, ruthlessly slapping at Prince John's rump, alternating cheeks every few slaps until both sides of his petite rump were glowing red from the slapping.

"Ahh! Oww!! H-how dare you- ahh! S-stop, damn you!" Prince John cried out, struggling desperately against the stocks that kept him bound.

"What's the matter, brother? Am I being too rough?" King Richard chuckled, his voice cruel and mocking. He delivered another hard slap to John's ass which got a loud cry of pain from him, his ass burning with pain.

"S...stop...!" John whimpered.

"Stop? After all you've done you think I'm going to let you off this easily?" King Richard scoffed, "Hmph, well, maybe if you beg for mercy."

"Beg? Me?!" Prince John spat at the thought. He was a proud lion, he wasn't going to humiliate himself like that.

"Well if you're going to be stubborn then I might as well continue." Richard shrugged and brought his hand down good and hard on John's ass. The prince cried out with pain, his fists clenching and his fingernails digging into the palm of his hands. Richard gave his sore ass a squeeze and a grope, teasing his behind a bit before delivering the next merciless smack.

"Oww! S-stop! T-that hurts!"

"Are you going to beg, brother?" Richard asked, raising his hand and priming it for another slap. Prince John bit his lower lip and grumbled, thinking to himself for a moment before answering.

"N...Never!" he said. Slap! Richard had delivered another slap to his ass within the second.

"Have it your way then!" the bigger lion said with a chuckle, his hand being brought down again and again on his brother's increasingly sore ass. Prince John gasped, grunted and grimaced, his teeth clenching.

"Nghh... Oww!" the prince cried out. He didn't know how much more he could take. He'd never been the strongest lion around and now his pain tolerance was being pushed to the limit. He was going to have to swallow his pride; he needed this to stop.

"S-stop!" he yelled, "Please...?"

"What was that?" Richard smirked, his hand delivering another smack to John's ass.

"Ahh! Please! Please stop! M-mercy!!" Prince John winced as he heard his own voice begging pathetically like this. He felt so humiliated. He could hear the crowd roaring with laughter; insulting and mocking him. A few of them still hurled insults at his pathetically sized cock. They pointed and laughed at it; they couldn't get over how small the man who had struck fear into their hearts just days ago was downstairs. Richard's spanking stopped and he made a mockingly fake thoughtful noise.

"Hmm... Mercy, eh?" he pondered, "Well... I suppose I could stop the spanking for now."

"Oh! Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Prince John whimpered, his eyes watering from the pain.

"Heh, don't thank me." Richard grinned, "I've got more planned for this behind of yours."

"H-huh? What? What are you going to do back there?!" Prince John tried to crane his neck back to see what his brother was doing. The older lion stepped up closer to him and placed both hands on his fluffy little ass. John heard some of the crowd members whispering to each other.

"Is he actually going to...?"

"I think he is!"

"Wow, look at that!"

Prince John soon felt a wet, hard warmth pressing against his exposed tail hole.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked, "Wait! Get that thing away from me!" Richard wasn't listening and pushed forward, his hard, aching cock head pressing against his brother's entrance. Prince John cried out in pain as he felt himself being stretched around Richard's member, the hard lion cock being forced deep inside his warm, tight ass.

"Ohh! Oh, it's been so long!" Richard gasped, "This feels so good! How's it feel for you, brother?" he laughed, pulling John's ass back and thrusting in deep.

"Ahh! D-dammit! Get... it... out!" John gasped, struggling desperately as he felt his ass being violated by the bigger male's big, throbbing cock. Richard forced himself deeper, closing his eyes and enjoying Prince John's tight fuckhole. He pushed in as much of his length as he could and then started to pound away at him. John gave out loud grunts and whimpers whenever his brother thrust into him. Richard's strong, ruthless movements made Prince John's whole body shake, as well as the stocks he was locked in, the wooden construct squeaking loudly with every back and forth motion Richard made.

"Mm! Ohh, that's it! Take it all, you dirty whore!" Richard grunted, his fingers digging into John's ass cheeks as he fucked his ass good and hard. He reached around suddenly, his hand gripping John's little dick and giving it a squeeze. The prince gasped in surprise.

"Ah!" he shivered at Richard's touch.

"You're the only one here who isn't hard, brother." Richard smirked, "Let's do something about that, eh?" he chuckled and started jerking the smaller male off, two fingers gripping his shaft and tugging it eagerly.

"Ah! N-no, get off me you... you pervert! I'll m-make you pay- ohh... S-stop...!" the attention to his cock sent shivers through his body. Richard kept fucking him with steady, deep thrusts as his fingers worked up and down John's dick and the stroking eventually had the desired effect on him. John whimpered as he felt himself start hardening in the king's grasp. He tried to will it back down. He knew he'd be mocked even further for his size when hard. He could practically hear the crowd yelling insults at him already. Richard just kept stroking him, fingers working up and down and coaxing John's length into hardening further until, despite the prince's best efforts to stop it, it had reached full hardness at three inches. Prince John blushed deeply and tried to avoid eye contact with any of the nearby crowd members. King Richard gripped his now fully erect cock by the base and squeezed it.

"Ha! That's as big as it gets!" he told the crowd, "Look at the pathetic thing!"

"It's so small!" someone yelled.

"'E ain't gonna be able to pleasure no-one with a dick like that!"

"Haha! 'is mother must be right embarrassed to 'ave a disappointment like 'im as a son!" Prince John grimaced and turned away. Despite the humiliation his cock still remained fully hard. Richard gripped it tight, his hand dwarfing the sad, diminutive shaft.

"You're a pathetic little bitch." he growled, "Now moan for me while you take a real man inside you!" he rammed in deep and made the prince cry out in pain as his tight passage was filled with big, thick lion cock.

Little John had been watching nearby as he fucked the Sheriff's face. He watched as Richard used the prince's ass hard and toyed with the smaller lion's dick. Watching the prince shaking along with Richard's thrusts had put Little John in the mood for some ass fucking of his own.

"You know, that don't seem like a bad idea." he said, giving the Sheriff's face a couple more fucks and slamming his cock as deep down the wolf's throat as he could, making him choke and gag on it for a few moments before slipping his dick from his maw. The Sheriff's tongue and Little John's cock remained connected for a moment by a thin trail of spit as the bear pulled back. The Sheriff gasped and panted, taking in deep breaths as he recovered from the face-fucking he'd just gotten.

"How'd you like the taste?" Little John asked with a grin, rubbing his spit-covered cock across the fur of the Sheriff's face.

"Grrr... Get away from me, ya bastard!" the wolf spat angrily.

"Aw, still being stubborn? Heh, well, you're definitely not gonna like what I'm gonna do next then..." Little John circled around until he was standing behind the Sheriff and grabbed his fat ass cheeks in his hand. The Sheriff gasped. He knew what was coming.

"I swear, if that dick of yours goes anywhere near my ass I'll-!"

"You'll what?" Little John asked, grabbing the Sheriff's tail and yanking it up before rubbing his pre-dripping cock across the Sheriff's fuckhole, "I'll tell ya what you'll do... You'll moan and cry and beg me for more, that's what you're gonna do!" he thrust forward, gasping as he felt the Sheriff's ass stretching around his shaft and squeezing him tight. Below the two chubby males Robin was still having his fun with the Sheriff's cock. With one hand stroking furiously at his own member his head bobbed up and down the wolf's length, mouth sucking hard at it and tongue licking the shaft all over. Robin was loving the taste. He couldn't get enough of the Sheriff's fat, musky cock and he loved every second the lupine's manhood was inside him. His expert mouth and tongue made the Sheriff quiver and moan for him, his aching wolf cock dripping pre into Robin's maw.

The three males could hear the sound of Little John's strong hips slapping against the Sheriff's ass with every forward push he gave.

"Oh, fuck!" Little John gasped, "Your ass is great, bushel britches! So damn tight!" he pounded away at him, gasping with pleasure as he used him hard and deep.

"Ah! Ah! Fuck, that hurts!" the Sheriff gasped as burning pain flared inside his ass.

"Awr, can't take it?" Little John mocked, "Hey, just focus on the sucking ol' Rob's givin' ya! Don't it feel good?"

"Mmm..." Robin added a loud, muffled moan to the conversation. His lips made loud slapping noises as he worked up and down the shaft, his tongue paying special attention to that sensitive tip of his.

"I... I... Ah, dammit, ya cock loving slut! Gerroff me before I...!"

"Before you what?" Little John asked, "Before you blow? You gonna cum for us? Huh?" the Sheriff could feel his balls tighten. Like John said, he was close. He was going to blow at any second. The Sheriff's whole body tensed up and he continued to protest for a few moments before his words deteriorated into base whimpers and moans. He bucked his hips forward, cock twitching until he couldn't take it anymore and he blew down Robin's throat, his cock pulsing with every thick load of hot cum that he shot inside the eager fox.

"Mmm!" Robin moaned his approval and gulped down the Sheriff's seed, savouring the thick, salty taste and swallowing every drop the wolf had to offer him. He got all of the Sheriff's member down his throat as the heavy stream of cum tapered off. He kept the cock in his mouth for a few more moments before slowly pulling off, dragging his tongue slowly up the shaft as he did until his mouth was finally free.

"Whew! Heh, our plaything cums a lot!" he laughed, licking the cum from his lips. He got out from under the Sheriff, the bottom of his tunic resting on his erect cock. He looked down at the Sheriff's ass, still being ploughed by Little John's fat bear cock, and he admired the view for a few moments, watching his companion's dick being rammed in and out of the helpless Wolf's chubby hole before he returned his attention to his own hard length. He moved in front of the Sheriff.

"'Ere, Sheriff. Time to plug your mouth again." the Sheriff watched as Robin stripped himself off proper and dropped his clothes to the floor. He took his cock in his hand and pressed it against the Sheriff's maw, "Come on, open up, you little whore." the Sheriff kept his mouth closed. He didn't even open it to spew insults at his captor; he'd learned his lesson after having John's dick shoved in his mouth, "Oh come on, be a sport! Open your mouth!"

"Here, lemme give you a hand." Little John's thrusting intensified. He rammed his whole cock into the Sheriff's ass harder and faster, the wolf's ass stretching painfully around his girthy manhood.

"Nghh!" the Sheriff grunted through clenched teeth. He felt like yelling; his ass was burning with pain, but he knew he'd get a mouthful of cock the moment he did. Little John wasn't letting up. He fucked him even harder, gripping him by the ass and pulling him back onto his cock. The Sheriff winced. It hurt so damn much. He could feel the urge to yell building up in his throat.

"Mm! Nghh... Nghhyaaahhh!" the Sheriff's mouth opened wide as he cried out in pain which gave Robin more than enough time to ram his cock inside him, muffling his cries in an instant. Robin grabbed him by the head fur and started fucking his maw, his twitching cock rubbing against the Sheriff's warm tongue and covering it in his pre which the wolf was made to swallow. Robin rammed every inch of his vulpine dick down the Sheriff's throat, gasping with pleasure as he used and fucked him.

Nearby, Little John was reaching boiling point. He shoved all of his cock up the Sheriff's ass, his hips a blur as he pounded away at him, fucking him good and hard, his hips slapping against the wolf's chubby ass and his balls swaying to and fro with his movements.

"Ah! Fuck! G-gonna fill ya up, bushel britches!" he clenched his teeth, his grip on the Sheriff's rump tightening as he thrust deep inside him one last time and erupted inside the bound bitch's body. Little John's voice boomed throughout the town square as he yelled with pleasure and gave the Sheriff's ass a few more deep thrusts as he pumped him full of his thick seed.

"Mmm!" the Sheriff cried out around Robin's cock. He could feel the bear's load flooding his body and filling him up. Little John pushed in as much as he could, hilting inside the Sheriff as he came, load after load being shot inside the lupine until he'd finally exhausted himself. He stayed inside the Sheriff's ass for a few moments, cock twitching inside of him, before finally sliding his dick out. Cum dripped from the wolf's used and stretched asshole and John looked down at the abused hole with a chuckle. It was then that somebody tapped him on the shoulder and John turned to face the familiar face of Friar Tuck.

"Hm? Something the matter, friar?" John asked.

"Ah, well, I was just wondering... Well, I have some personal issues to work out with the Sheriff here and, well, since you're done with him and all, I don't suppose you'd mind me having some sloppy seconds?" Little John smirked at that.

"Why Friar Tuck, I never imagined you'd be the type!" he laughed, "Go ahead, buddy. He's all yours." Friar Tuck eagerly got into position, clumsily and with some slight nervousness pulling off his robes. It had been so long since he'd had a good fuck... Under usual circumstances he was never allowed to fuck people; a curse of a man in his position, but he figured exceptions could be made in this case...

Tuck was already hard when he'd completely stripped off and he shuffled closer to the Sheriff, pressing his dick against the wolf's cum-dripping hole and pushing forward.

"Mm! Mmm!" the Sheriff groaned in protest, but Friar Tuck wasn't about to stop now. He thrust forward, the first few inches of his big, fat cock being forced inside the bound male. Tuck gasped in pleasure, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"Ohh! Oh, I forgot how this felt!" he gasped, quickly and eagerly forcing inch after inch of his length inside the Sheriff. He didn't waste time. Within seconds he'd got all seven inches of his manhood shoved into the Sheriff's ass and began to fuck him hard. There was no build up, he just started pounding away furiously while giving out loud, lusty and heavy breaths.

"Mm! T-take it, you dirty whore! Take it all!" Tuck grunted, "How's it feel, eh? This... Ohh...! This is for everyone who's lives you've ruined, you bastard!" Little John stood to the side and watched, mesmerised by the thrusting of Friar Tuck's hips. He was surprised; it seemed Tuck was a completely different person during angry revenge sex. It took a special kind of evil to get the friar angry, let alone angry enough to fuck a man up the ass for revenge. It seemed the Sheriff was that kind of evil.

Little John could hear the loud slapping sound of the friar's hips hitting the Sheriff's ass and could hear the obscene wet noises of his cock working in and out of that cum-filled ass of his. Friar Tuck was moaning so loudly; he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt something so amazing. While Tuck was busy ramming the Sheriff, Little John glanced over at what the two lions were doing. Richard was still breeding his brother good and hard and teasing the smaller male's tiny cock, humiliating him and mocking his size. Prince John looked so defeated. He was barely even putting up a fight anymore.

"This thing's leaking a lot of pre for being so small." Richard chuckled, "Maybe you're enjoying having my cock in you more than you're letting on! Why don't you admit to the people of Nottingham how much you love being used by other men?"

"P-please stop..." Prince John whimpered, "You've humiliated me enough!"

"Ha! Hardly!" Richard scoffed, "I'm not even close to humiliating you enough after all you've done! Now yell, nice and loud so everyone can hear you, about how much you love being used by other men; _real_men!" the crowd waited anxiously. Prince John hesitated, whimpering pathetically as the king continued to use him. A hard slap on the side of his ass was all the coaxing he needed to do as he was told.

"Ahh! I... I love being used by real men!" he cried out.

"Again! Keep saying it!"

"I love being used by real men! I love being used by real men!" Prince John yelled, his voice filling the square.

"Who's the superior male?"

"You are! You are! Y-you're the superior male!"

"That's it, you pathetic whore!" Richard growled. He could feel his climax approaching. The sound of his brother humiliating himself like this was exactly what he needed to push him over the edge. All he needed was to hear a few more things from the sad little excuse of a man and he'd be filling his ass with his cum in no time.

"Tell everyone how small you are." Richard gave John's tiny cock a squeeze, his fingers working over his sensitive tip and making him whimper and shake, "In detail... Tell them how pathetic you are down there."

"I-I don't know what to say..." Prince John gulped.

"So think of something!" Richard growled and gave his ass another hard smack.

"Ahh! O-okay, okay!" John whimpered. He racked his brain, searching for something to say that would satisfy the older male. He couldn't believe he was doing this... Richard wanted him to humiliate himself of his own volition; it was one thing to order him to say specific things, it was another to order him to come up with those things himself. Eventually he thought up something that he hoped would suit Richard's perverted needs. He swallowed what very little pride he had left and yelled out.

"I... I have a pathetic cock!" he moaned, "I have a useless little cock! R-Richard is so much bigger than me! I was made to pleasure real men!"

"Haha! Listen to yourself!" Richard laughed, "I've never seen someone so ready to throw away his pride!" waves of pleasure coursed through the king's body. Fucking someone hadn't felt this good in years. The way his bitch was humiliated and the way John had fully submitted to him, it was all a huge turn on for Richard. He couldn't hold back for much longer. He pounded away at the petite ass of his brother, stretching his hole good and wide around his thick girth until he felt his climax quickly approaching. Unable to hold it back for long Richard cried out with pleasure and blew his load deep into Prince John's waiting ass.

"Ahh! Ohh!" Prince John gasped as every drop of cum Richard had to give him was pumped into his body. Richard pushed forward, his hand still working up and down Prince John's cock, stroking him furiously.

"Nghh! A-are you going to cum for me, slut?" Richard growled. He was hilted inside John's ass, his huge cock flooding his body with cum. Prince John could feel his own load building up from the attention his cock was getting. He whimpered. He couldn't stand the thought of cumming for his tormentor like this, but he didn't have a choice. Instinctively, he pushed forward, biting his lower lip as Richard kept stroking him until his own climax hit him hard. His cock throbbed and twitched as he spurted a few thick ropes of cum across the wooden legs of the stocks, his mouth opening and letting out a high-pitched, submissive moan as he came. Richard kept stroking him, hand a blur as he worked his brother's cock, making sure he milked the pathetic male of as much of his seed as he could.

Prince John went limp and his orgasm tapered to a stop. Richard gave him a few more tugs, teasing him and making his now overly sensitive and softening cock twitch. Richard pulled out, one last rope of cum shooting from his cock onto the prince's used hole. He looked below him at the mess Prince John had made of the cobblestone floor.

"Heh, even your loads are pathetic." he scoffed. He was about to continue verbally abusing the bound lion when he heard Robin moaning nearby. He looked over.

"Keep sucking!" the fox ordered, hips slapping against the Sheriff's muzzle. The wolf grunted around the shaft in his maw as he was made to pleasure the outlaw and suck on that hard fuckstick of his. Robin panted, his hips working as fast as they could and his grip on the Sheriff's head fur tightening. He cursed and gasped as his cock flooded the Sheriff's mouth with his pre-cum. The Sheriff braced himself for the inevitable and, sure enough, soon tasted the first drops of Robin's cum splattering across his tongue. Robin kept fucking his face while he blew his load, tilting his head back while he moaned loudly and filled him up. While Robin treated the Sheriff to a mouthful of warm cum, Friar Tuck continued to pleasure himself with the Sheriff's fuckhole until he too felt his climax building up.

"Ohh! Take it, you filthy whore! Take it all!" he growled and roared, his fat length twitching inside the Sheriff's passage before blowing his thick load inside him. The Sheriff could feel himself being filled up once again, Tuck's seed adding to the huge amount that Little John had blown inside him just moments before. Robin and Tuck had soon emptied the contents of their balls inside the Sheriff's holes and pulled out, almost reluctant to feel their cocks leaving the wolf's body.

The Sheriff was left panting with cum dripping out of him from both ends. With their needs satisfied, the group of heroes turned to each other to decide what should happen next.

"Well, there's a huge crowd of people here whose needs still need to be met." Richard said, "Why don't we let them have some fun with the prisoners?" the prince and Sheriff looked up with a gulp. There were a lot of angry and, after watching the two being used, horny people in the crowd. They shuddered to think what would happen if they were allowed free rein over them.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." Robin said, turning to the crowd, "You 'eard him! Come get a piece of these two!" the Sheriff and Prince John grimaced as the greatly approving crowd descended on them in a matter of seconds. They were all stripping off, touching and stroking themselves and eager to have their fun with the two bound criminals. They started grabbing them; squeezing their asses, slapping them, rubbing their cocks all over the lion and wolf's body. A fair amount of them went to have a closer look at Prince John's small cock. They grabbed and stroked and squeezed it, getting soft whimpers and moans from the humiliated prince who begged them to stop. His tormentors just laughed at him. Before long a couple of the crowd had shoved their cocks into John and the Sheriff's holes and began to help themselves; ploughing them good and hard and making them moan loudly. Robin stood with Little John and King Richard, a wide grin on his face as the crowd used and abused them; covering and filling them with their cum until the fur of their face and bodies were completely covered with their seed. Every time someone came inside them, somebody else was once again ready to take up position at one of their holes. They just kept going and going and they both wondered if their torment and humiliation was ever going to end. They had a lot of horny men to please and they had barely gotten started. They had a long day ahead of them...

THE END