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Training Session 32

"Sure about this, Roary? Once I go get them things will get rough."

Roary, the fifteen year old lion felt his pussy already soaked through in anticipation. The lion nodded, feeling his PE Teacher and lover, a muscular kangaroo named Illiaroo, stroking his back. "I want it bad Illy."

Illy whispered in his ear, "Course you do, kitten," and Roary heard the handcuffs click into place, binding his wrist behind his back. Roary tested them, and found his movement was restrained. He sat on his knees in the boys locker room, it was about half an hour since school had ended. Illy pulled a blindfold over the teenager and whispered, "Hereon, you call me Mr. Hopster or sir, got that kitten?"

Roary said, "Yes, sir, Mr. Hopster," his voice already short of breath. His boy cunt quivered. He had fantasized about this for a while now, but Mr. Hopster only just organized it. Tonight Roary was going to be Mr. Hopster's pet, passed around for different men at the school to enjoy.

Roary listened to Mr. Hopster leave, and then come back with two other sets of paws and a set of hooves. Roary recognized the gait of the hooves, and by the time the group of men found Roary, the lion was already panting, his tail lashing behind him. "Here he is, sir," Roary said.

"When you told me one of your students begged to make you their pet, I certainly didn't expect it to be this one," a gruff voice said. It was Principal Rickert, a big bull in his fifties strong enough to throw Roary across the room.

A deep inhale, and a tongue licking its chops. The owner said, "I could smell him from the other room. He wants it bad." That was Mr. Kova, a grey wolf who taught senior English. He was a brand new teacher and a serious heartthrob for girls at the school.

"He on the pill or do we need condoms Illiaroo?" another voice said, which Roary recognized as his math teacher Mr. Amish, a gator daddy Roary secretly had a crush on. He hadn't even told Mr. Hopster, did the kangaroo just know?

"Who says he not already knocked up?" Mr. Hopster said.

"Fuck that's hot," Mr. Kova said and Roary bit his lip to keep from moaning. It made him hot to be wanted and used like this. "That mean I can knot him?"

Roary almost begged him to, but Mr. Amish said, "Long as you go last so the rest of us don't have to wait."

"Well, sir?" Mr. Hopster asked Principal Rickert

The bull said nothing, but Roary heard him walk over. A hand nearly the size of Roary's head rested on the back of it and guided him into the bull's crotch. Roary wasn't tall enough to reach the bull's hips, but in all the talking, he realized the bull's cock had filled out along the line of a pant leg, so when the teenage lion's muzzle pressed into his principal's thigh, his nose rubbed against the firm flesh of cock. Roary moaned, his tongue licking at, the bull's musk overpowering his senses and restraint. He could tell it had been sweaty and restrained all day, that it needed air, needed Roary to clean and suck and worship it. Fuck, his principal must have been bigger than Mr. Hopster.

Rickert said, "I'll start with the boy's mouth. One of you can spread his cunt first."

Roary whined and tried to say, "Yes--"

"Quiet, pet. No one said you could speak," Mr. Hopster said. Roary whimpered and just kept obediently licking the bull's cock, urging him to take his pants off. Mr. Hopster reached down and grabbed Roary by the handcuffs, lifting him off the ground with one arm and turning the lion so his winking sex faced the other two.

"Which one of you want him first?" Mr. Hopster asked.

Roary heard a belt coming unbuckled as he got his feet under him before Mr. Amish said, "I've wanted to fuck this kid since I saw him." The fact Mr. Amish also shared a mutual attraction made Roary moan. He decided later he would try to be_much_ more direct in his flirting with the gator.

Roary felt large, scaly hands rub his folds while another musk joined the bull's. The bull dropped his pants and Roary felt something heavy and firm fall on his face. He knew what it was. "Well boy?" Principal Rickert asked. "Gonna just gawk or show us all the training Mr. Hopster's done with you." Roary mewled in response and licked his tongue up the bull's cock. It was wide. His tongue barely cupped the vein that delivered his principal's seed. The bull said, "Good kitten." From behind him, he heard, "He's drenched, Hopster."

Mr. Hopster said to the gator, "He begged to be passed around like this."

"Fuck, wish one of my students was that hot," Mr. Kova said, and Roary could smell wolf cock, imagined the younger teacher already stroking himself. Roary felt surrounded by sexual predators, and like Mr. Amish said, it made him drenched. When the gator pushed two fingers between his folds Roary's back arched and he moaned, his legs trembling.

"Did he just cum?" Mr. Kova asked.

"Yeah," Mr. Amish said, "A little."

"What the fuck are you waiting for, get your dick wet so I can."

Principal Rickert said, "Easy you two. You could always fuck his ass, Kova."

"Nah, I'll wait my turn. I want his pussy."

Roary felt like a piece of meat. A toy. He wagged his ass to try and entice his math teacher--he wanted his cock. Meanwhile, he kept giving his principal long, sloppy licks of the older male's cock. The bull gently kept his head pressed to his endowment, content to let Roary languish in his musk and warmth while the teenager felt another dick slide against his pussy. He gasped. The gator's cockhead was fat, fatter than Mr. Hopster's, so when it split Roary open the young lion yowled at the new girth he experienced. He clamped down and he felt Mr. Amish's claws rake down his back before a hand grabbed his cuffs like a handle. He growled, and yanked Roary back by the cuffs, jerking his shoulders and arms so hard his spine became an arc. The gator hilted with that pull and Roary felt wet push down his thighs. He couldn't help when he yelled, "Ah--Mr. Amish!" The gator laughed as the lion's boy cunt squeezed down on his cock. His length was average, but the gator's girth was more than enough to make Roary cum with that first thrust. He just needed this so bad.

"Feel good pet?" Mr. Amish asked, one hand still holding those cuffs while the other squeezed his hips.

"Mhmm," Roary responded, trying to push his shaky hips back on his math teacher's dick. The gator started slowly humping the teenager.

"You ever want it, during school, my planning period is fourth period. You just sneak in, and I'll give you daddy's dick anytime."

Roary moaned, face flushed at the thought. Sneaking off to the bathroom in his science class so he could bounce on Mr. Amish's lap. Principal Rickert warned, "If you get caught, it's your ass."

"Fuck... this lion pussy is worth the risk."

Roary felt a thumb push into his mouth--Rickert's. The bull said, "Let's keep this mouth busy, kitten." Roary felt the bull's dick press to his nose, pre cum smearing his muzzle before he eagerly opened it wide. The bull said, "Good kitten," as he held Roary's head still, slipping his cock inside the teen's mouth. The bull was so big it made Roary's jaw ache, but he lacked any say over what happened to him now. He had insisted with Mr. Hopster, no safe words, no limits. He wanted these men to cum and care nothing for what happened to him. Which is why he was surprised to feel a rough paw start rubbing his clit. Roary thrashed at the sudden addition, his clit so swollen and exposed it was easy for whoever to work Roary over.

"Fuck, kid's going crazy," Mr. Amish said.

"I know," Mr. Kova said. "I wanna see if I can make him squirt."

Roary was sure he would with his body getting stuffed from both ends. The bull's cock was pushing against his throat, and the lion could do nothing but swallow. The gator behind seemed to be trying to use his hips to hammer Principal Rickert's cock down Roary's throat. "You recording this, Hopster?" The bull asked, before with a grunt his cock hilted in the lion.

"He'll want to watch it later."

"I bet he will, the fucking slut," Mr. Kova growled. The wolf pinched and kneaded his clit. Roary was taking too much. He'd never been the attention of so many males before. He felt addicted to it. Principal Rickert didn't withdraw his cock. Roary tried to swallow and milk the shift as it dripped pre into his throat, but he already felt lightheaded. Eventually his body started trying to struggle, but with his hands cuffed he could only kick out. It was natural instinct in him, but gator just laughed and fucked him harder, starting to plough his pussy.

Roary thought he might pass out when he heard Principal Rickert tell him, "You cum for me, kitten, and I'll let you breathe again."

That order did it. Roary's scream was muffled as his cunny spasmed, his whole body a set of tremors as pleasure exploded along his core. He heard Mr. Kova say, "There it is..." and yes, Roary was squirting, all over the ground, down his thighs and Mr. Amish's hips.

Then he felt the warmth of a virile male's cum. Mr. Amish snarled over him, his thrusts suddenly ending as the gator shook and his balls pulled against the lion's cunt. His math teacher held him down by the cuffs on his cock, and Principal Rickert started to pull out. When the lion was free of the bull cock, his head hung down, coughing for breath and groaning.

"Shit, sir," Kova said to Principal Rickert. "Well, if this kitten weren't broken he will be by the end of this."

Panting for breath, Mr. Amish said, "I don't know the last time I came that much. Too bad you knocked this bitch up, Illiaroo. I'm sure I would've on the first fuck." He pulled out and Roary fell to his knees, too weak to do more than breathe.

"You still want to knot his pussy?"

"Fuck yeah, sir," Mr. Kova said to the bull.

Roary felt Principal Rickert kneel down behind him. He whispered, "You want that, kitten?" Roary recovered enough thought to nod furiously. "I'm gonna fuck your ass at the same time, think you can handle that?"

Roary whined and nodded again.

He felt the bulls wide front laid across the teenager's small back before the bull lifted him into the airs, hands on his thighs and spreading them so that anyone looking right on could see cum spill out of his swollen folds. The wolf licked his chops again and said, "Let me help you with that, sir." Roary gasped as three fingers shoved into his dripping sex, scooping gator cum out his boy cunt and pressing it against Roary's rim. The teenager panted as those fingers forced their way inside him. His ass saw much less use, and he had to remind himself to relax as Mr. Kova smeared Mr. Amish's seed around his entrance.

The fingers retreated, replaced by another mass. Roary pursed his lips, and the bull pulled the lion down onto his cock. Roary screamed when the head of the bull's endowment carved open his ass. He never felt so full there before, it burned and hurt, but his pussy also responded with its shuddering clenching, winking at Mr. Kova as if to invite his knot. The bull's heavy breath fell on Roary's ear, the first he heard of strain from him. Then he felt the wedged tip of Mr. Kova slide against his folds and Roary moaned again as the pleasure washed past the pain. Principal Rickert held his thighs wide apart as the wolf pushed down on the teenager's shoulders and shoved his cock inside in a single thrust. The wolf's bulbous knot smacked Roary's clit and made the lion mewl, cumming weakly at the new penetration. Mr. Kova was longer in length, less in girth than Mr. Amish. But that knot would make up the difference. The bull was still trying to hilt Roary's ass. He was bigger than both teachers.

Mr. Kova pulled Roary's muzzle into his and the wolf locked them in a kiss. Roary shuddered as the wolf concentrated on the teenager's mouth, pressing his tongue in. The wolf tasted like Roary's cum, which he must have sampled after Roary spilled everywhere. The kiss was tender and deep, it made the lion mewl and distracted him from the bull. Principal Rickert started working his hips back and forth, each hump inward hollowing Roary out a little more. The demure lion pressed his chest against Mr. Kova and desperately kissed him to try and distract from how full he was.

Mr. Kova broke the kiss and pulled off the blindfold. The blushing lion met his green eyes and the wolf asked, "You've got a sweet side, don't you, kitten?"

Roary's racing heart fluttered a bit. He nodded, then groaned at a hard thrust from Principal Rickert. The bull had hilted him, and he was panting with the effort. He asked, "Flirting with the pet, Kova?"

The teacher said, brushing Roary's muzzle, "You should have felt the way he milked my cock when I kissed him, sir."

The bull scoffed. "Please, a slut like this," and Roary moaned as he felt the bull pull his cock out, "is only sweet on one thing." The old bull slammed Roary back into his lap and the teenager cried out. Principal Rickert huffed, "I've broken sluts like this on my cock plenty of times to know what makes them feel complete."

Roary fell back against Mr. Kova's shoulder. He was too overwhelmed to refute his principal. And he didn't want to. He whispered into Mr. Kova's ear, "He's right... tie me, sir. I need it."

It was a switch the teacher needed. When Principal Rickert pulled down, Mr. Kova thrust up, seating Roary on both cocks. He felt that bulb pound his folds and it made him groan when both men hilted inside him. He felt like they must be able to feel each other inside the lion. He had never been so full in his life, and with both men simply using him, Roary couldn't help to cum again. His overwhelmed body spasmed and he felt more of his femme cum flood around Mr. Kova's lupine cock. The wolf snarled through it, while the bull quietly grunted, keeping a steady pace for all three. Every time Principal Rickert pulled down, Roary felt the wolf knot force more and more in. It was close.

The wolf bit Roary's throat. The lion gasped while Mr. Kova fought to hold Roary in place. The teenager groaned and whined as he felt the teacher's knot start slapping Roary's pussy fast as Mr. Kova's hips could. The young kitten's legs struggled in Principal Rickert's grip to close around Mr. Kova's waist, but his principal held him still to help another teacher breed him. Mr. Kova snarled when that knot popped inside Roary's pussy. Suddenly the tip of that canid cock pushed right to Roary's cervix, and the fat knot left a swell at the entrance of his sex.

Once Roary was tied, Principal Rickert's grip on his thigh tightened. He began pounding into Roary's ass, making the teenager breathlessly moan as the wolf cock inside him tugged on his entrance. The push from his principal sent Mr. Kova over the edge, and Roary felt the hot canid seed start to flood his sex. Roary was cumming as well, one long drawn out orgasm from the feeling of seed being pumped into his boy pussy while an older man ploughed his ass. Roary saw spots, his entire lower half felt like it might go numb. The way Principal Rickert fucked him had his pussy milking and pulling on Mr. Kova's cock, making the wolf growl and whine. His lupine balls clenched and pumped seed into the lion like this was the one chance they had at knocking something up. But Roary's womb had already been claimed, so the seed inside him just made his cunny fuller and fuller.

Then Roary heard a quiet, "Fuck," and Principal Rickert buried his cock into his student's ass before Roary felt that massive endowment blow inside him, too. The bull pulled Roary's gaze up by the chin, and soon the Lion felt his lips assaulted by the bull's large muzzle, shoving his tongue inside the shaking teenager. A lewd kiss drew out Roary's pleasure even more. He felt like he could take this every day--just a toy for men like this. Who saw him as something to breed and nothing more.

Principal Rickert's cock was flooding his belly. The dick inside him spilling so much seed Roary felt it leaking out around his rim by the third shot. He'd never been so full of dick and seed, it was bliss. The two men passed his muzzle back and forth, exchanging kisses with the teenager as both ends filled with seed.

Eventually, Principal Rickert pulled out. Roary didn't know how long he'd been tied, but Mr. Kova apparently thought it was long enough, and ripped the knot from Roary's pussy. The lion was set on the ground while cum in both holes spilled out, but the lion had no time to regain his senses because a scaly hand grabbed his head. Roary felt gator cock push into his muzzle, barely able to stay upright or keep his jaw open.

Principal Rickert asked, "How long do we have, Mr. Hopster?"

"At least another hour, sir."

Roary felt the bull's hand on his head, pushing him down Mr. Amish's cock. He could hear the predatory smile in his principal's voice, "Plenty of time."