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Angelo slept in for once. It alarmed him--his parents were gone for the weekend for a wedding--he expected to wake up with Mateo attacking him. It was a Sunday. Labor Day tomorrow. He had already started school again, and his life had been split between time with Coach Dre and time with his brother. If Angelo got lucky, Mateo only bothered him in the morning, but his younger brother always bothered him in the morning. Usually he just wanted to fuck Angelo's face, but today the flamedramon woke sleep-heavy, his body having soaked in its REM cycle for once.

The door opened and Mateo tossed something onto his bed. A small rectangle landed on his chest, which Angelo quickly recognized as his phone. He sat up and glanced at the screen. One new message that read: Awesome! See you in an hour!

That was from Kevin. The thin lizard partially responsible for Angelo's current predicament. He was the one, after all, who invited the flamedramon out to smoke pot when Coach Dre caught them. He opened his phone and saw a series of innocuous texts wherein Mateo, posing as Angelo, invited Kevin to spend the night.

Now roused from knowing Mateo tampered with his phone, Angelo scrambled out of his room and found his brother playing Xbox on the living room TV. He'd moved the console from his room to here last night and forced Angelo to blow him while he played stuff.

"Morning faggot," Mateo said, eyes on the TV.

"Why the fuck did you invite Kevin over?"

"What? Don't you fags like seeing each other?"

"Kevin's not--"

"Heh, shows what you know."

Angelo glared at his younger brother, but the bigger exveemon remained totally focused on his game, which made this moment all the more humiliating. He had nothing to make Mateo give him a shred of respect.

Angelo asked slowly, "What do you know about Kevin?" His mind raced with the possibilities.

"Let's just say me and him have a little arrangement," Mateo said with a smirk.

"But why did you invite him?"

"Cause I'm having a party later tonight. You'll need all the help you can get."

Angelo's eyes went wide. His hand closed in a fist around his phone; he shook with impotent rage. "Mateo you can't."

"Oh I'm pretty sure I can do whatever the fuck I want and make you clean it up later."

"Mateo, if more people find out about this someone is going to tell the wrong person and--"

"Sounds like a you problem."

"For fuck's sake Mateo!" Angelo yelled at his little brother before he slid behind the entertainment center and unplugged the power strip. The TV, Xbox, and several other devices went off at once.

"Hey you fucker!"

"Why do you have to be such a dick?" Angelo snapped back as both brothers stood and faced each other down. "Do you care at all what happens to me you fucking psychopath?"

Mateo answered by pouncing on his brother. They wrestled, and the bigger, stronger exveemon threw his smaller brother to the ground. Angelo got pinned on his stomach.

"Someone's being a fucking brat," Mateo growled. "Looks like I'm going to have to put 'little' brother in his place."

As if to cement his place over Angelo, he grabbed his brother by the waistband of his boxers (all he wore to bed), and ripped them off with a hard tug. "In fact, I think I want you to stay like this all day. And oh, if you fucking try to warn Kevin I'll tell his mom where he keeps his weed and I'll tell our dad about your little arrangement with your coach."

Fighting back tears, Angelo could only brace himself as he felt his ass spread.

***

Kevin was in a good mood with the promising evening ahead of him. Angelo said he had a bunch of snacks, and invited the lizard to bring his weed over and smoke and play videogames all night. He could not imagine a better way to spend a Labor Day weekend, but his mood quickly turned sour when he knocked on the door and Mateo answered. The broad, burly sixteen year old only wore a pair of gym shorts, and seemed to have been working up a sweat. He was musky even from a few feet away, and it annoyed Kevin for the umpteenth time how hot Angelo's younger brother was.

"What's up, faggot, you bring the weed?"

"Yes," Kevin said cautiously. He had not hung out with Angelo all summer--he'd been so eager he completely forgot about this prick. Kevin had hoped Mateo would have wandered to somewhere else--otherwise why didn't Angelo just come to his place?

Mateo yanked the lizard through the door. On the other side, standing in the living room, was Angelo naked and looking like he had been dreading Kevin seeing him like this. The lizard stared, wide-eyed, while Angelo tried to hide himself, but Mateo snapped, "What'd we say, little bitch?"

Angelo bit his lip and lowered his arms. He refused to look at Kevin.

"W-what the fuck is this?" Kevin asked, still staring at his friend. Angelo's black and silver body was lean and tight with muscle. Clearly toned from hours and hours spent at swimming practice. And between his thighs his dick twitched in a cock cage, clearly trying and failing to get aroused. Angelo almost had an hourglass figure, shoulders barely wider than his hips. Had he always been this hot?

"Like what you see faggot?"

Kevin finally forced himself to look at Mateo and asked, "The fuck is going on?"

"You want to tell him or should I, little bitch?"

Angelo, still looking at the carpet, mumbled, "I'm sorry Kevin."

"Sorry?"

"Yeah, why you apologizing?" Mateo laughed. "You faggots are going to have tons of fun tonight." He smacked Kevin's ass. "Tell you what faggot, I'll even let you use my brother before the other guests get here."

"Guests?"

"Mateo is having a party," and Angelo said this with a look to Kevin that said Run the fuck away.

But the exveemon shoved Kevin into his naked friend. "And you two are going to be the entertainment."

Kevin and Angelo flinched away from each other. The lizard glanced between the two siblings and asked, "You're joking, right?"

"I've got blackmail on both you fags, so I think you'll do what I say. Besides," Mateo groped the ample bulge in his shorts. "We both know you sluts love this."

Angelo eyed Kevin. "You're gay?"

"You're gay?" Kevin shot back.

"No dude! I--I--" Angelo was clearly mortified, but Kevin couldn't deny his slit was getting a little plump thinking about the flamedramon that way. And how could he not when his friend was fucking naked and in a freaking cage?

Mateo caught Kevin's eyes flicking down to it. "Get this, his other master was the one who gave him that present. My brother is a bigger cock slut than you, Kev."

"Sh-shut up! I'm not gay. Kevin I swear this is all one real fucked up situation and you should just run. I can grab my brother and--"

"You want to fuck my brother, Kevin?" Mateo asked the question like they all knew the answer. Those reptilian eyes went wide on the exveemon before swiveling to Angelo with obvious lust.

Having his friend eye him up and down like that might have been worse than anything done to him so far that day. It solidified just how far he fell, when others were allowed free use of his body. Worst of all, it made his pucker twinge with a need to be filled.

Mateo said, "Here's how this will work, Kev: You agree to stay for the party, get high, and service all the real studs who are coming over, and I'll let you have first go at my brother's ass today."

"Kevin... please..."

"Come on, fag. We both know you'd love getting high and getting passed around. And we also know you want to fuck my brother, too."

Kevin's gaze darted back and forth between the two brothers a few more times before he said, fighting to keep his arousal in his slit, "I'm sorry, Angelo." The lizard nodded to Mateo. He tossed his bag to the exveemon. "I brought everything I had like you said, but it won't last a big group of people a whole night."

"There will be six of us, I got some friends bringing liquor, too, so we should manage."

Kevin looked at a speechless Angelo and said, "I don't know if I've ever seen Angelo fucked up before."

"He'll stay sober."

"Seriously?" Kevin asked Mateo.

The exveemon gave his brother a fiendish grin. "He gets fucked up enough on cock that he won't need anything else."

"Then how is this going to work?" Kevin asked.

Mateo snapped his fingers, "Strip the lizard, fag."

Like a trained pet, Angelo stepped up to Kevin and started pulling his t-shirt over the boy's head. He got it off before Mateo said, "Come on fag, like Coach taught you. Make it sexy?"

"Coach?"

Angelo fixed Kevin with another look, but Mateo said, "Yeah, your swim coach."

"Don't say anything," Angelo mumbled. "I'm being forced--I don't want to get in any more trouble than I'm in." The flamedramon knelt in front of his friend, and, following Mateo's orders, shoved his face into Kevin's crotch. The lizard rolled up on his toes, making a cute little gasp as the flamedramon nuzzled into his slit. The denim fabric did not quite hide Kevin's scent--in fact, Angelo guessed his friend went commando. The lizard's musk was a bit dry, lacking the salt of sweat to it. The helpless digimon made a soft little moan, putting on a show of what his friend's scent did to him.

The worst part was all this did make Angelo hot. Being used by his brother, suddenly getting fucked by his friend. The cock cage kept him from getting hard, but he hardly needed to act for his audience.

Angelo unsnapped the button to his friend's jeans, unzipping the fly to reveal the swollen mound of a slit, green scales tinged just a bit red from arousal. That musk grew stronger and Angelo delved back in. Another whiff of his closest friend's musk, then a lick. Angelo lapped from the bottom to the top, and those lips parted easily, giving him a taste of familiar male arousal. Kevin had a touch of sweetness to his slit fluids that was cut with salt and some bitterness. A male flavor he'd been forced to love. Angelo's tongue worked deeper and prodded the swelling nub of Kevin's arousal. The lizard sighed and released the tension in his lower abdomen, and two nubs began to push from the slit. Angelo's eyes went wide as he realized what Kevin packed.

Angelo kept one hemipene between his lips, but the other one rubbed against his muzzle. Kevin swelled in size, pulsed precum across the hungry flamey's mouth. It throbbed with life as it reached its full length. Each red, tapered shaft was six inches. Not as long as the other two males domming Angelo, but certainly thicker when combined. Combined. Did Angelo seriously default to assuming both would be under his tail?

He wanted both under his tail, actually; that was the problem.

Mateo watched the two fags while his cock slid down the length of his shorts. It was hot to see the two twinky sluts get caught up in each other. Kevin's hand hovered over Angelo's head, unsure if it wanted to grab it or not. He continued to bob on the red cock in his mouth, pumping the other shaft with his hand till his fingers were slick with precum. The hand slipped down between his legs, and the slutty older brother began to finger himself with another lewd little whimper. Mateo, smirking said, "That's it, get your ass ready for him to use, slut." Both older boys' eyes opened, as if they forgot Mateo was there and totally in control of everything they were doing. The exveemon asked, "What? Keep going fags."

But Angelo popped one of the twitching hemipenes from his maw, "How about we do this on the couch?"

"Err, yeah, sure," Kevin said. While Angelo lay back on the couch, the lizard shimmied out of his pants and went to join him. It was weird to see his friend since middle school lay across the sofa for him. The flamedramon lifted his legs, spread eagle and presented his ass. The silver pucker was blushing red, a bud swollen from constant use. In some ways, Kevin worried this was too intimate. Kevin knew Angelo for so many years, back when Mateo hadn't hit puberty and was just a loud-mouthed twerp. And now they were fucking? Just like that? No conversation or anything--

Then, as Kevin settled on his knees on the couch, Angelo used his tail to lift his ass, hiked his legs higher, and spread that winking pucker with his hands. Kevin watched his blushing friend say, "You can stick them both in me--a-and be as rough as you like."

Fuck doubt, Angelo was hot. Kevin was still a horny teenager who had needs dammit. Huffing, Kevin squeezed his cocks together and leaned forward. The lizard never dreamed of getting the chance to just fucking do this. Angelo's rim was a little slick from where Mateo used him earlier. The puffy flesh caved in for just the briefest touch of resistance, then the entrance yielded. The flamedramon was tight, silky soft and hot inside. His walls flexed as the first half of the twin shafts pressed inside.

Angelo hissed and Kevin froze up. "Am I going too fast?"

He panted and shook his head, wrapping his legs around Kevin's waist, ankles hooking above the tail so his partner could not pull away. "K-keep going, please."

"F-fuck Angelo... you're so hot..." Kevin breathed, eye squeezing tight as he let himself sink to the hilt. The flamedramon tensed up, walls flexing up and down both shafts and making him groan. He was barely able to keep himself upright given all the sensations of having a tight hole wrapped around both cocks at once.

Angelo was far from orgasm, and sensed Kevin would not have the stamina for anything more than an appetizer. The flamedramon hated thinking like that, but he'd been so... corrupted by Coach and Mateo that now he needed a good fucking in order to even get close to off. The toys Coach Dre got for him just weren't enough, they were all too small, something Angelo was sure Coach did on purpose. But Kevin did spread him nice and wide, and knowing his friend would dump seed in his hole did get him worked up.

A palm rested on Kevin's shoulder. Angelo's. "Come on, Kev," he whispered, "Fuck me."

Kevin grit his teeth. He began to move his hips, and that rear practically sucked on his cocks till the lizard got back to just the tips. He began to slide slowly back in, but the legs on his back yanked him forward. He slammed inside his friend who simply begged, "Harder!" Kevin was going to blow in less than a minute, but he would do his best given the circumstances. He began pumping his hips, both cocks tossing and turning inside that squeezing vent. The slit-slick dicks made the penetration easy, while Kevin's precum kept it that way.

Angelo let out a long stuttering moan. The rhythm of Kevin's slaps dictated the noise. He doubled over his slutty friend, eyes squeezed tight while his internal testes clenched up. Kevin fought with his body to last as long as possible, but he knew it would not last--he would not last. Not with the smell of sex filling his nostrils and his closest friend squealing for more. Not with that tight hole molding, squeezing, flexing around both his cocks at once. Then a hand touched his jaw, and when he opened his eyes Angelo pulled him into a kiss.

Kevin crashed into the flamedramon and came. His body seized a moment, a harsh groan erupting into his friend's mouth before he melted into the kiss. Angelo's tongue was warm and good against the lizard's thinner muscle. His cocks twitched and throbbed as they dumped seed into that silver ass. Any thought that either of them didn't want this, wouldn't want this again, had been thrown out the window. That passage milked his cocks clean, the stretched hole so full of watery, lizard cum it dripped around the shafts plugging that yawning rim. Seed dragged down the silver crack onto the black scales of Angelo's tail, dripping all the way into the couch. Neither boy noticed this, too busy shoving their bodies together as if they hoped they might melt into each other with enough force, their muzzles twisting at different angles as their tongues tangled together. Angelo was so soft and warm and yielding, and even Kevin understood why others would want to keep the boy under lock and key. Angelo's own trusted friend wanted to now as well.

"You fags are almost cute," Mateo said.

Both boys looked up to see the exveemon standing over the arm of the couch, his heavy, thick cock dripping across it. The ivory flesh throbbed, angry with arousal. "Well?" he growled and Angelo broke the kiss and craned back towards it. Kevin, stunned, watched older brother drag his tongue across younger brother's tip, a horny little whine from the older teen.

"You too, lizard."

It was so lewd and wrong but--

Kevin never went soft. Stiff and throbbing and sheathed in Angelo's warm rear, lizard and flamedramon began to worship the younger boy's bigger, more virile looking endowment. The turgid length had an equally strong musky scent, and the flavor was far more enticing in this moment than either Kevin or Angelo cared to admit. Worked up as they were, it was all too easy to jump into something like this, even with Mateo.

Their tongues dragged up and down the shaft--made it glisten with spit. Angelo made broad licks on the underside of the shaft while Kevin's more dexterous muscle forked its way between foreskin and head, forked tongue cleaning the glans. The salty, bitter flavors made Kevin's sheathed cocks twitch. Mateo laughed and whispered, "That's right girls. Clean your master's dick. You sluts love this shit, don't you? Fuck..."

He grabbed the back of Kevin's head and forced the lizard down on his prick. Dick invaded his maw in a wet, forceful shove into the gagging lizard's throat. Angelo hardly noticed, now nuzzling into his brothers. He worshipped each fat nut, dragging his tongue across the musky sack, while his younger brother panted and pumped his hips. For once, Mateo's treatment of Kevin only turned him on more. Being used by the younger stud like this while his older brother worshipped his sack. The twisted fantasy dragged on for only a minute--soreness in Kevin's throat only just becoming noticeable when the exveemon came.

Angelo moaned into those testes when they pulled up in a clench. He licked and nuzzled them in a dazed bliss while they dumped seed in Kevin's throat. Shuddering, Mateo rolled back off the balls of his feet and let his cocktip settle in Kevin's maw. He just suckled the tip like the debauched bitch Mateo always knew he was. Cum filled his mouth, but before he could swallow, Angelo shoved him off the virile tap and forced the lizard into another sloppy kiss, and both boys moaned as they exchanged and savored the younger teenager's cum. Mateo laughed at how lost they had become and aimed his dick so the last few ropes of cum spilled across both teenagers' faces.

Kevin and Angelo could not care less in that moment. Kevin began humping into Angelo again. Their bodies desperately rocking together to seek more pleasure. Arms and legs wrapped around the lizard, Angelo barely let him do more than grind and hump that messy, abused rear. But it was more than enough for Kevin. Already on edge, he came again with a weak little gasp into his best friend's mouth. More cum flooded those abused bowels, each pump of his internal testes squeezing seed out around the other's pucker. While their hips mashed together, Kevin's slit became sticky and smeared with cum. Stringy, silk like filaments stretched and shrank between the two bodies as Kevin gyrated and squirmed and melted through the pleasure of fucking his friend.

Finally, they broke the kiss and Kevin collapsed on top of Angelo. Panting, dazed and speechless, the lizard barely registered his friend whispering, "F-fuck Kev..."

"Heh, save some of that energy for the party, fags," Mateo said. The exveemon, cock still at a semi, had dropped Kevin's bag on the kitchen counter. He took out the weed, a bong and pipe, and tossed the backpack across the room onto the couch. Only clothes remained in it, but Kevin still flinched when it landed on his back.

"My friends will be over in half an hour. You two get your shit together before then, and don't bother with wearing clothes for the rest of the night, alright? You sluts won't need them."

Kevin glanced down and met Angelo's gaze.

"I'm sorry," Angelo whispered.

Regardless how the rest of the night went, Kevin couldn't imagine regretting doing this. He gave the flamedramon a quick kiss and whispered back, "It was worth it."

Angelo's blush was so deep Kevin managed to spot the hint of it under those black scales.

***

Three furs joined them a little later. Dominic was a senior, a male lion with a long and lean, athletic build. Leif, an arctic wolf with a head completely covered in white fur, was Mateo's closest friend at school. And finally, Miles, another member of the swim team who Mateo befriended just to have an excuse to drop by and make fun of his older brother at swim practices. Miles was a striped hyena, with a strong mohawk that went down his spine, and muddy stripes that seemed tight on his muscular hide.

Mateo met the three at the door, Dominic carrying in two cases of beer he bought with a fake ID and Leif with a hefty, half-finished bottle of vodka in his meaty paw. They did their ritual greetings before Dominic said, "So where's your brother?"

"Oh, he's waiting in my room with the other entertainment."

Leif clunked the bottle of vodka down on the kitchen counter and asked, "What's the plan, then? We just going to take turns fucking them? I dunno if I want your sloppy seconds, Mateo."

"Two sluts, four holes, four of us, I think we should be good," Mateo told the wolf. "Now come on, don't fucking wuss out."

"I still think this is a fucking trap," Miles said.

"No traps, unless you want to count those girly sluts I've got tied up in my room."

The hyena growled and shoved past. "Let's just see."

The three followed Miles down to the end of the hall to Mateo's bedroom. The exveemon didn't have a desk like Angelo. Instead, he had a weight training bench across the room from his bed where Angelo had been tied up on his stomach: ankles tied to the legs of the bench and wrists to the others. He wore a blindfold, and struggled to look up when the door opened. On the bed, Kevin lay hogtied and blindfolded as well. Both males were naked, and exposed themselves when Mateo shoved past a stunned Miles and said, "Tails up, sluts."

The hyena stared at the black and silver-cracked globes of Mateo's brother. His jaw hung a moment before he whispered, "Holy shit."

"Like what you see?" Mateo asked.

Before Miles might respond, Leif shoved him into the room so he could step inside. Dominic followed and said, "Fucking goddamn, Mateo. You really delivered."

"I want your brother," Leif said, stepping over and smacking that buttcheek with a big paw.

Angelo's moan was hardly forced. It wasn't until after Mateo left him tied up and waiting that he realized how into_this idea his body was. It still humiliated him to no end to be used in this way, but it felt good, too. Really good. And if he had to live in this, he might as well make it as good as he could get it. Across the room, Kevin floated on the pleasant buzz of a high Mateo gave him before getting the door. Being tied up made several hits of a pipe difficult, but he managed. It made it easy to think about how _good getting his rear filled felt while high. He wagged his tail in excitement, which enticed Dominic. The lion moved to the bed and announced, "Lizard boy is mine."

"Fine, I'll take Angel's mouth. I wanna know what he sounds like while choking on dick," Miles said.

Mateo smirked. "I've done a good job training it, so I hope you enjoy."

"Sick," Dominic said. "How long you been fucking your older brother?"

"Couple months now," Leif answered.

Angelo perked up at that. Mateo had been telling people about it?

"You're real fucked up, dude," Miles said.

"You want to complain you can do it outside," Mateo said. "If you want to get your dick wet, just shut up and enjoy it."

A heavy paw dug between Angelo's cheeks. Leif probed his loosened asshole with a finger, which he'd cleaned up since Kevin fucked him, so it was a dry finger that forced its way inside his rear. He gasped and another paw tugged his head into the boxer briefs of the undressing hyena. Miles growled, and it only took a single breath of that dusty, sweaty musk for Angelo's head to get hazy. He whimpered as the fat digit inside him pumped in and out for a moment before Leif said, "Fuck, he's practically sucking on me."

"Just wait till you've got your cock in him, dude," Mateo said.

Leif gave a fanged smirk. He pulled down his gym shorts and jock in a single tug, his already half-hard cock throbbing bright red above a cookies-and-cream sheath and belly. Meanwhile, Miles hooked the waistband of his boxers under his balls. Angelo did not need to be ordered. He nuzzled into the fuzzy nuts and started licking, sighing happily as he lapped up their sweat. He could not tell how big they were exactly, but he knew they were a little above his own. Though nothing like Mateo's or Coach Dre's, the slutty flamey still lost himself in those musky balls up until he felt a prod at his back entrance. Canid cock sunk inside with no warning, but Angelo only protested with a sharp intake of breath. A slight sting in his rear soothed soon as the wolf bottomed out inside him. Leif's cock matched Mateo's size. It made it easy for Angelo to quickly adjust as a pair of big paws took hold of his tail, doggy dick beginning to pump in and out trained asshole. The wolf's muzzle began to hang open, eyes shut, as he savored the warmth and cloying, wet tug of Angelo's walls on his shaft.

Dominic, meanwhile, had opted to not just fucking Kevin. The lion, it turned out, actually had plenty of experience and pleasure from topping other boys, and one thing he enjoyed was making boys squirm with his sandpapery tongue. Right now, he sat on his knees in front of the bed, Kevin yanked to the edge and cheeks spread before the leonine muzzle burrowed into his rear. He wiggled in his bindings, whimpering when Dominic licked his hole for the first time. The slut tasted dry, earthy, and fucking needy. Dominic smelled nothing but his musk and the weed smoked in the room recently. It was fucking hot, getting the chance to make this high bitch melt under his tongue.

He lapped and probed the dark red rim, that tender flesh getting a little inflamed as he worked it over again and again. Dominic enjoyed Kevin's girly, drawn out moans, his barbed cock throbbing in his jeans while he worked. Mateo, who had been watching his brother get spit roasted, decided to join the two on the bed. He climbed up and in front the lizard, still going commando in his gym shorts. His cock spilled from his shorts in front of the gasping slut's face, whose nose twitched, like a hound scenting a musky treat, then Kevin stuck out his neck and started lapping at Mateo's familiar, meaty cock. It slowly twitched to life, gaining weight and heft before he ordered, "Open up." Kevin didn't even gag this time when Mateo forced his way to the hilt. The lizard's lips settled over the base, and he happily suckled on the girthy shaft. His eyes became half-lidded as he let himself be worked over on both ends.

Miles had opted for using Angelo's throat as well. Though, the slut seemed persistently distracted by the wolf ramming his rear end. The hyena snarled as he held the back of the boy's head and pistoned in out of the wet, sloppy maw. The cock plundering his windpipe muffled a ceaseless slew of whimpers and moans. The ebon dick knot quickly swelled, the bulb at its end smacking Angelo's mouth. It was new to the boy. He tried to open his maw wider to accommodate the eager teenage stud. But this mistake only succeeded in forcing the bulb into his maw. Miles went rigid, cursing, "Fuck!" before he quaked and came inside Angelo's mouth. Drool ran out the corner of the flamedramon's muzzle as cum spilled directly into his throat. He swallowed as those productive balls jumped and twitched near his chin. All while Leif slammed into his rear over and over again--practically grimacing as he used Angelo's hole.

It was the best fuck of Leif's life. Pussy couldn't compare to the slut's trained pucker. It sucked on his angry red rod when he pulled out, relaxed when he slammed in. He never needed lube with this bitch. His drippy dick provided plenty of precum to leave things slick, and he could tell Angelo enjoyed it, too. Each time Leif slammed down into his asshole he felt his dick grind along the firm nut buried deep in the flamedramon's core. It occasionally made those inner walls clench all the harder. Soon as Miles started cumming, Leif felt his knot inflate as well. He had no doubt he'd be able to ram it into the bitch, so he pounded harder, leaning over the smaller slut. His paw rested between Angelo's shoulder blades, the weight training bench rocking with each slam, and each slam tugged that maw on Miles' knot and made the yeen shudder and whine.

Angelo would have screamed when he felt the fist-sized knot cave in his entrance. It was a little wider than both of Kevin's cocks, and made the flamedramon's rear burn with a sweet pain. Leif snarled and bit Angelo's shoulder, white ears brushing against Miles' brown hips. Angelo felt the cock inside him twitch, the boy over him shiver, and then the rush of more warm seed in his bowels. He was dizzy as it happened, experiencing so much pleasure in that moment, but also struggling for breath. Choking on cock left him lightheaded, a headache beginning to blossom as he barely breathed with cock lodged in his throat. Fortunately, Miles was not as big as Leif, otherwise...

And Leif's balls certainly produced more as well. A flood of spunk had been dumped into his rear, and a steady stream of seed followed it, as if the wolf tried to breed a bitch in heat.

Dominic, by that point, managed to force his tongue inside Kevin. That passage squeezed around his muscle as it wriggled inside, sandpapery taste buds to sensitive walls. It made Kevin's hind end wriggle, and the lion had to hold him still--claws digging into that tight, little green rump. This, while the slut swallowed Mateo's dick, tongue out of his mouth and licking at the younger teenager's heavy, virile balls. Dominic, like Kevin, had his eyes half-lidded as tongue worked in and out his tender entrance. The rim began to puff up and blush with need as he worked it over, till the lion, finally, pulled his head away.

When he did, Mateo said, "Damn Dom, decide to come up for air?"

"He's got a good ass," the lion growled as if he did not need to say anymore. He unhooked the fly of his jeans and fished out his cock. The leonine dick was nearly big as Mateo, and without the regular spreading that Angelo received, Kevin needed all the extra spit on his hole. Dominic lined up his length with the lizard's ass. He was just at the right height at the edge of the bed for the lion to fuck his inflamed pucker. His tapered tip nudged his rim, and it only resisted for a moment before the red flesh slid inside the lizard.

Kevin winced as Dominic pierced him. That cock was hot inside him, and those soft nubs of flesh up and down its shaft already teased his sensitive walls. But any pain was minimal. That burning did not compare to the fullness. Getting filled made the lizard moan, go a little stupid in his fellatio for Mateo, but the younger teenager did not seem to mind. He took a hold of Kevin's face and began to fuck him. Grunting, the muscular teen hunched over and pounded his cute little snout. Those reptilian eyes rolled back in their skull by the time Dominic hilted his rear. Mateo had never fucked Kevin, so this was a first for the lizard as well. He gurgled weakly, dazed out of his mind as both boys slammed him back and forth.

And Kevin's cocks meanwhile leaked all over Mateo's bed. The hemipenes throbbed between his thighs, the pressure that Dominic put on him stirred him up more and more. Even the humiliating way Mateo used him made the lizard hotter than it ever had before. Mateo the asshole was Mateo the master right now, and Kevin, high out of his mind, just found submitting all too easy to give into.

Dominic dug his claws into Kevin's hips, almost raking the green scales, but not quite. The lion growled and tilted his head back. He did not want to be caught staring at what Mateo did to the lizard's muzzle, or get caught with anyone knowing what watching that did to the lion in this particular moment. His hips moved in long, gyrating motions, rocking on the balls of his feet, one hard thrust after another. And each thrust stoked those barbs further to life. Made the sensation of getting filled sharper as those nubs pricked along Kevin's passage. It numbed his passage after a while, his hole turning, with each thrust, into a sloppy, slobbering mess that Dominic plunged into again and again.

Mateo, who had been fucking Kevin's throat for a while now, finally relented and came. The exveemon groaned, cursing, but did not hilt himself like Miles had. Instead he yanked his dick out and started jerking. Kevin, gasping for breath, moaned weakly when the first rope of spunk landed on the side of his face. From there several more strings of cum covered his muzzle and neck, the younger teen spending his seed all over the lizard. It left Kevin more on edge than ever. The musky smell of cum made his head spin and--he moaned again when Dominic's paw closed around his cock.

"Come on, bitch," the lion snarled, "Cum for me."

He did, hips humping weakly as Dominic held both his dicks together until, finally, he found release again. Both tapered heads spilled across the bed before the lion slammed home, an extra hard burst of seed popping from Kevin's cocks as leonine cum began to fill his passage. He drooled on the bed, spent but in a happy daze as his dick leaked spunk in tandem with Dominic's. This, truly, was a kind of bliss he could get used to.

It was Mateo who broke any chance to linger in an afterglow.

He clambered off the bed and said, "Let's go break into those beers, Dom."

Grunting, the lion pulled out, barbs raking Kevin one last time to make the slut whine. Cum bubbled up at his rim until it leaked from his abused entrance. "Sure thing," Dominic said.

"What about us?" Miles asked.

"Join us when your knots come down."

"Oh come on, bro," Leif complained. Between the hyena and wolf, Angelo barely stirred. "Bring us something, at least."

"How about you don't knot my toys next time?"

In the aching haze of being rutted by these two knotted dicks, Angelo couldn't help but hope there would be a next time.

***

Eventually, they released Kevin and Angelo, but only because any modesty or concern for sloppy seconds passed. Instead, they passed their toys around in the living room, fucking them stupid. Kevin they let get drunk with them, but Angelo remained sober. He came in and out of awareness every once in a while, but for the most part he clung to the numb pleasure just to survive, to pass the time. He could not spend an entire night like this without breaking, so he hid away inside himself, until the boys got too drunk to get hard. Till everyone passed out.

The last was Mateo, who dragged his brother back to their parent's bedroom. He tried for several minutes to fuck Angelo's maw with his too-drunk dick, but eventually shoved his older brother off the bed.

Mateo rolled over, a silhouette in a dark bed, the only light street lamps coming through the blinds and a digital clock on the nightstand that read 03:32 a.m.. Angelo watched it for a minute, waited to see if his brother might give another order. When none came, he left, finding Dominic had crashed on the couch with a possessive arm around Kevin, Leif had taken Mateo's bed, and Miles slept in Angelo's.

He went to his room and found his phone, almost dead with several missed messages from Coach Dre. Coach: Angelo had not yet admitted Mateo had been using him. It seemed too fucked up, too twisted, but if Mateo started using him like this...

How soon till everyone knew?

Angelo's thoughts almost spiraled. He took a deep breath, went to take a shower. His body ached from all the bites and bruises, his ass and jaw were sore, and he stank of sex.

He let hot water spray down upon his face, sighing. He still did not want to think. He felt like a cartoon hovering over a cliff, not yet realizing they ran off the edge. He worried if he looked down he would plummet and never stop falling. He grabbed some bodywash and began to lather up his black and silver hide. He sighed, relishing in this one moment of privacy before it all got ruined in the morning. No doubt those boys would want another turn at him before they left. The thought of that made him shudder. He wished he could just run away--

The door slammed open and Angelo started, nearly slipping in the shower as Mateo crashed onto the ground in front of the toilet. He barely got the lid up before tossing his head over the bowl, vomiting with a horrible wretch. Angelo remained totally still, watching through the glazed glass doors as the outline of his brother blew chunks.

He groaned after hurling for the fourth time. He sounded pained and sick. Angelo cracked the door and asked, "You okay, bro?"

Mateo glanced at him, looking confused. "Angel? Fuck you doing--hrrk!" He hugged the toilet and vomited again. Angelo cringed and turned off the showerhead. He grabbed a towel from a rack by the door and started drying off.

Mateo coughed as Angelo sidled by him, head still hung over the bowl. Angelo said as he left the room, "I'll get you a glass of water."

"Suck my dick."

Angelo ignored him and went to the kitchen. He poured a glass and brought it back to the bathroom, leaving it on the counter, about to head back to his phone when Mateo said, "Wait!"

Angelo spun around, expecting some kind of apology as Mateo, on his knees in the bathroom, cupped the glass in both hands.

All Mateo asked was, "You spit in this or something?"

"No," Angelo said before storming back to his room, only to remember Miles snored in his bed. He cursed, going to his closet and throwing on sweatpants and a hoodie, grabbing his phone before leaving the house. Crisp, early morning air was his only company in the quiet cul-de-sac. None of the neighboring houses stirred, even the june bugs and crickets slept, as he sat down on the porch steps.

He just wanted someone on this fucking planet to be on his side. To not torment him. He couldn't go to his parents. They would send Angelo to some reeducation camp, assuming his dad did not kick him out of the house wholesale. Kevin had _gladly_used him when given the chance. Who else wouldn't? Who would actually be his fucking friend?

Mateo, though... fuck his brother. He needed to do _something_to put that little prick in check. Especially with this latest stunt. He'd already been bragging about it. How soon before this got back to their parents? Or the school?

He studied the messages Coach had sent him. The last one read: Been hours now. Listen, our shit aside, let me know you're alright kid. Believe it or not I genuinely don't want anything bad happening to you.

Angelo did believe it. Coach Dre might be a freak, but he wasn't a sadistic freak like Mateo. If anyone might be able to reign his bastard brother in, it was Coach.

04:25 am. Likely he wouldn't be awake... still, Angelo composed a long message for him, hoping his captor might somehow become a lifeline for the time being.