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I was sitting in the back row of my biology, trying not to draw attention to myself, but it was hard. I could feel everyone's eyes on me and I knew they could see my cage through my pants. They knew I had a tiny nub for a dick now and there was nothing I could do about it. There was another deer in the row in front of me and I could clearly see his large dick through his loose sweatpants. I had never wanted anything more than to just kneel down and wrap my lips around it. Or to feel it destroy my tailhole. Just in the hopes that it will be enough to make me cum. He looked around and for a moment our eyes met and I quickly looked away. There was nothing more embarrassing than openly ogling some random hot guy when I should be focusing on the lecture.

Normally, I was not nearly this desperate for cock. I loved cock, don't get me wrong, but I usually wait until after class to imagine being fucked every which way. But that was all before I had been locked in a chastity cage. Just thinking about it made my dick swell in the small pink cage between my legs. It was nothing but a small bump, but I knew everyone could see the outline of my cage through my pants. They must be able to.

I hadn't been able to think of anything but that damned cage for the last two weeks and it was driving me wild. I had tried everything. Dildos, butt plugs, vibrators. All they had managed to do was to make me a horny, leaky mess. I had enough of spending every night desperately trying to milk the cum from my pathetic dick and waking up every morning with a painfully denied erection.

I had enough of it and, despite my pride telling me not to, I was not above begging.

I opened my phone and navigated to Devon's contact. Or as he was listed in my phone, "Master Devon"

"Please sir, I need to cum. Please. I'll never stand you up again. I'll do whatever you say. Just let me out of this cage."

I was hoping the text wouldn't come off as quite so pathetic, but I was willing to try anything at this point. As long as it meant I would get to cum.

I kept checking my phone every few seconds, praying for a reply.

He finally sent me a file and I opened it. I was met with the pathetic sound of my begging voice blasting from my speakers. Fuck. I scrambled to mute my phone as several onlookers glanced in my direction.

I didn't need to listen to the file to know what it was. It was a video of me begging to be locked in chastity. Begging for my ability to cum to be taken away. A video I voluntarily sent him. It was something I never in a million years thought I'd do, but that was all before I met Devon.

Truth be told, I was a bit of a slut. Lou the deer: a common college whore. I'd hooked up with plenty of guys, but something wasn't clicking. I knew I was a bottom but no matter how many ways I filled my holes I couldn't fill the hole in my heart.

That's when I stumbled upon Devon's profile. Instead of the standard schlock about being a discreet straight jock who just loved getting his dick sucked by guys and was totally not gay, Devon was different. His profile was intense. Kinky. It awakened something in me. The desire to not only get fucked, but get fucked up. Have some guy take control of me, control of my life.

"Looking for a true submissive. Someone who knows how to serve a real man. I will slowly take more and more control in your life until you are completely mine."

I was so nervous when I first reached out to him that I deleted my entire account as soon as he responded. But I couldn't stop thinking about his profile, how it made me feel. I remade my account and reached out again, explaining how I had accidentally ghosted him. He said he understood. That many subs were too nervous to accept their true desires. But he could help me.

But, before the conversation could continue, he told me I needed to send him pictures of myself. Face, dick, and ass. To prove I was serious and wouldn't just ghost him again. I complied. I'd sent worse stuff to random strangers in the past. After that he told me we'd need to exchange numbers, so that we could still talk even if I deleted my account again. It was all moving so fast but I was horny and something about the way he took charge made me go weak in the knees. As we texted he started demanding more and more. My sexual history. My fantasies. What kinks I'd tried in the past.

To his credit, he answered all of my questions. He was a graduate student in the psychology program. His favorite position was missionary. He also told me all the ways he'd dominated subs in the past, all the ways he wanted to dominate me. The next big step came when he told me I needed to admit that he was a real man and I was not. Not just over text, but verbally. I almost didn't go through with it. I considered blocking his number, putting it all behind me, and moving on with my life. But I knew if I did that I'd never talk to him again and I didn't want to give that up. So I complied. I sent over the video. After that he told me the next step was to plan a time to meet. He suggested that we go out to dinner first, casually talk, see if we clicked, and then after the meal I could decide if I wanted to back out or if I wanted to take things to the next level.

But when date night came I canceled. I was too nervous. I couldn't face him. In fact, I flaked on all three times we tried to set up a date.

But each time he had been understanding. He'd kept talking to me, but only after demanding more and more from me. The first time it was a risky photo in public, the second time, spending the day wearing a butt plug (which I had to order at my own expense). And the third time he had made me film a video of me fucking myself with a dildo while moaning his name. That was the price, he said, of standing him up. Pay up, or never talk to him again. By the time we tried to schedule a fourth meeting, I had already confessed everything to him. Every kink I wanted to try, every way I wanted to be debased and humiliated, every depraved fantasy. He knew what turned me on better than anyone else and I'd never even met him.

He said he'd meet me but only on one condition. Since he couldn't trust I would show up after the last times I'd stood him up, he wanted something as collateral. A video of me begging to be locked in chastity and to be his bitch to control. And if I didn't show up, he'd release it to everyone on campus. I could have said no. I should have said no. But as soon as he told me what he wanted my heart skipped a beat and before I could stop myself, I was on my knees, filming myself begging a stranger to take away my ability to cum.

He ordered a cage for me, one he picked out just for me. I picked it up at the dorm hall front desk and to my shock, the packaging proudly proclaimed it's contents, with a picture of the cage plastered across the side. I had never been more embarrassed than when the student who worked the front desk handed me the box, and with an absolute smirk on his face, and told me to "have fun."

The cage only came with a single key. One I was expected to give Devon when we met up.

While I was not the largest buck in the room, I was by no means small. The cage he had chosen, however, would make it crystal clear who the real man in the relationship was. It was small, smaller than I thought would fit, and bubblegum pink.

I had no choice but to show up now. When I arrived at the restaurant and... It was unlike what I expected. We went out to dinner and he was charming, kind, and funny. A wolf with an easy smile that showed off his fangs. We had a lot more in common than I realized and, if we had met under different circumstances, we probably would have been good friends. But he was also commanding in a way that made my knees go weak. He dominated the conversation, asking me deeply personal questions. I thought the stuff we had texted about had been a lot, but he stripped me bare with his words and teased out my deepest desires, all the while cracking jokes and laughing as if we were discussing out favorite sitcom and not the various ways I wanted him to fuck me up.

In addition to agreeing on a safe word, we also discussed boundaries. Things I was willing to do, things that I didn't want to do, and things that were absolutely off the table. He told me that he would always respect my hard boundaries, but that everything else was fair game. He intended to push my limits as far as they would go. He ordered for me, and paid the bill. When we were walking back to his car, he placed his hand on my back and guided me, firmly, to where he wanted to go.

When we got back to his apartment he had me strip down and he inspected me, every single inch. He told me he always inspected his property before breaking it in and I was surprised I didn't bust a nut right there. He then fucked me harder than I've ever been fucked in my life. My ass had only just recovered and it had been two weeks. After that he pulled me into bed and we fell asleep. He slept soundly, but I woke up multiple times, my dick straining to get hard. In the morning he made breakfast and I could almost pretend that this was a normal hookup, except for the fact that my dick was locked in a pink cage.

Before he dropped me off on campus, he'd given me a large pink dildo, modeled after a horse, larger than any dick I'd ever taken. He told me I'd need it. I didn't realize how right he'd been.

I couldn't quite take the horse cock yet, but I knew if I could just ride it for an hour or two it would be enough to push me over the edge. It would have to be. Because the thought of going any longer like this was unbearable.

I almost didn't realize that class was over until someone tried to squeeze past me. I looked down and realized I had barely taken any notes for the entire lecture, too busy fantasizing about getting fucked to focus.

In a daze, I gathered up my stuff and stumbled to the bathroom. Going to the bathroom is another struggle I never considered before being caged. My first real day wearing it, I left class to go use the bathroom. I stepped up to the urinal and pulled down the front of my pants only to realize that yeah, that's right, I'm caged. Even if it were possible to piss standing up with a cage, I couldn't risk other people catching a glance. So I was relegated to using stalls for the time being. It was humiliating, not to mention incredibly inconvenient. I had expected to lose my ability to cum, but the cage managed to emasculate me at almost every turn. You don't realize how manly using the urinal makes you feel until you can no longer do it.

Luckily, I was the only person in the bathroom. I set my backpack on a hook in the stall and was about to close the door when someone's hand stopped me. A figure stepped into the stall with me, cornering me in. It was the buck I had been checking out in class. His dick was even easier to see through his pants now that he was in front of me.

"I saw you checking me out in class today. Practically drooling over me." He said, leaning down so that I could feel his hot breath on my face. He towered over me, his well defined muscles visible through his shirt.

I was too terrified to move. Normally I would be all over a hot guy wanting to fuck me. I'd fantasized about this exact scenario. It's why I wear jockstraps every day, in case I need to be fucked at a moment's notice. But all I could think about was my cage. What if he noticed it and was disgusted? Or even worse, turned on? I was already one guy's locked sub, I couldn't do another.

"Awww, what's wrong? Can't speak in the presence of a real man?"

I nodded my head, because I didn't know what else to say.

"Don't worry, doe, you won't need to say a word. I have an idea of how we can put that mouth to better use."

He placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. My face was inches away from his dick, separated only by his clothes. Tentatively, I reached up and slid off his sweatpants and boxers. His dick, now released from his clothes, sprang up and hit me in the face. He was actually smaller than I usually was, which made this whole experience all the more humiliating. Because it didn't matter how big my cock was. As long as I was caged, I was smaller than any man out there.

I opened my mouth and eagerly accepted his dick into my mouth, slurping at it.

"Wow, aren't you one eager guy." He placed his hand on the back of my head and slowly guided me along his cock.

As I worked my muzzle along his shaft, I could taste the pre leaking from it. Out of habit, I reached down into my pants to start jerking off, but found only my painfully tight cage, slick with my own precum. I moved my fingers around the tip of my cage, feeling the sticky pre on my fur, and imagined that it was cum, that I really could still ejaculate.

I continued slurping on the buck's dick, getting it nice and wet. He grunted and moaned in approval, gripping my head harder as he began to thrust faster and faster. Finally, he grasped my antlers with both his hands, and using them as handles, began face-fucking me.

In and out, his dick went. In and out of my mouth faster than I could keep up. His grunts and moans became more and more wild, until I felt his dick tense up.

I relaxed my throat, but instead of forcing my head down on his cock like I expected, he pulled out. Thick jets of cum spurted from his dick, landing all over my face and clothes. Marking me as the slut I was. By the time his dick stopped spasming, my whole face was a mess of cum, and my sweatshirt was barely better.

"See you tomorrow after class. Let's make this a daily thing." The buck said, smearing his cum around my face with his dick. WIthout so much as asking me my name, he pulled up his pants and left.

Before cleaning myself off, I took a selfie with my phone and sent the picture of my cumstained face to Devon. He told me I could only have sex if I documented it for him. That included sending him post sex pictures like this, but it also meant that any time I wanted to fuck myself with a dildo, or use a vibrator on my cage, I needed to film it for him. I knew that I was just sending him more videos for him to hold over me, to threaten to release if I didn't do what he said. But I would be lying if I said that I didn't strain in my cage and leak every time I sent him something.

"Aren't you just the cutest? Serving men next to the toilet where you belong." Devon texted back and I couldn't help but blush.

After sending the picture, I did my best to wipe the cum from my muzzle. Unfortunately, some of his massive load landed on my sweatshirt as well, marking me as a complete slut until I was able to clean it. I checked my cage and fuck. The pouch of my jockstrap was soaking wet with pre. It was dribbling out of my cage in a small stream, clear and sticky. The thought of sitting through several more classes, stewing in my own precum, filled me with revulsion.

Even after I did my best to clean myself off, my pre-soaked underwear combined with the cum that landed on my clothes meant I reeked of sex. Anyone with a half decent nose would be able to smell it on me. I needed to go back to my dorm and take a shower. But I couldn't. I had two exams today and I had already missed a few days in my writing seminar class and I couldn't miss another.

And so, I marched to my next class and prayed that nobody noticed, or smelled, the shy deer in the back. By the time I had finished all my classes I was about ready to collapse. I had gotten plenty of strange looks, no doubt people seeing my cage or smelling the cum on me, but thankfully no one called me out.

At least I had one thing to look forward to. My call with Devon. We were both busy with school, but we had decided that we would make time to talk on the phone. It was the one good part of my day. He might have been the cruel master locking my cock in a chastity cage, but he was a really good listener.

I complained about my classes and tests and he told me about a research paper he was writing. It was nice to just have someone to talk to. But the bliss couldn't last. He demanded to know all the details about my earlier sexual exploit.

"He followed you to the bathroom, pushed you to your knees and blew his load, all without you saying a single word?"

"Ye-yeah. Pretty much."

"It's what I've been saying all along. Men like me know. Call it a sixth sense, but we can tell when a sub like you needs to be on the ground, worshiping at our feet. The fact that this buck was able to sus you out without you even talking proves as much."

It had felt embarrassing in the moment, to have a man seem to instinctively know that I wanted to wrap my lips around his cock. But to have it laid out in front of me like that made it so much worse.

"That's not true!" I protested, but my locked dick jerked with arousal.

"Sure it's not." Devon said, his voice thick with smug superiority. "How about we test this hypothesis? I think that any real man who spends time around you will instantly know that you're a locked bottom made to serve their dick. And you think... what? That you don't want to be locked up, guzzling cum for the rest of your life? Because I've got plenty of videos that say otherwise."

"I..." I wasn't sure what to say. It was hard to argue with him, to profess that I wasn't made to take dick, when I had willingly locked a cage around my dick and handed him the key.

"Well then, I say we go ahead with the experiment. If I remember correctly, you have wrestling practice later tonight."

"No!" I yelped. "I don't want them involved." The last thing I wanted was to bring my friends on the wrestling team into my sex life. I had only joined a year ago and didn't want to jeopardize my position on the team. I had been planning on just faking a sickness and not going to the practice. Not while caged.

"Let me finish!" He scolded me and I reflexively whined.

"If you can make it through the entire practice without begging to be fucked or without them using your holes, then I will admit I'm wrong. I will even unlock you and let you cum."

"You will?" It was impossible to keep the pleading from my voice. I didn't know how long he was planning on keeping me locked up, but every time I asked he refused to give me an exact answer. For all I knew, he was planning on keeping me locked forever.

"But if you can't, then you have to admit to me, and everyone on the team, that you are nothing but a whore, made to take cock. And I want you to admit to me that your dick is nothing but a distraction to your real purpose in life, and that it deserves to be locked up permanently."

"Permanently!?" I yelped. I couldn't do that. Two weeks had been hard enough.

"Calm down. That's only if you get fucked by your wrestling firends. But I'm sure that won't be a problem for a big strong man like yourself." Devon sneered

"I won't do it."

"How about this, if it makes the decision easier. Either you go or I will send some videos of you to the entire team. I bet they're dying to know how cute you look with cum on your muzzle."

"You wouldn't."

"Are you really willing to risk it? Maybe I'll start with Randall. He's the captain, right? He has a right to know about what happens on his team, don't you think?" I could tell from his voice that Devon was enjoying this. Enjoying making me squirm, enjoying the fear in my voice.

"Please don't." I pleaded. I tried to pour all my desperation into my words, to get him to understand how much I didn't want this to happen.

"You'd better send me a pic with your team tonight or I will give them an intimate look into your personal life. I wonder what I'll show them first? The video of you begging to take my cock is always a classic, but I think they'll especially appreciate the video of you sniffing their used jockstraps."

Oh fuck. I had forgotten about that. One of the fantasies I had confessed to Devon, back before we met, was getting up close and personal with my teammates' laundry. He had demanded I follow through, and so one day after practice I snuck away to the locker room and took a video of me huffing their nasty jocks, still wet and sweaty from the day's practice. I would rather drop out of school than let them see that.

"No. No. No. You can't do this!" I said, trying to keep from panicking.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before sending it to me."

"Please, that's too far. Please don't involve them." I needed him to understand that this was not okay. That I didn't want this to happen.

"If it's that big a deal to you, then I won't send the videos."

"Oh thank you, sir, thank you so much." Relief flooded my body and I collapsed back on my shitty dorm bed.

"On one condition. Our relationship ends now. I cannot trust you to be my slave if you will not follow my orders. So if you won't do what I ask, I can no longer be your master. I will be keeping the key to your cage, of course, and I won't be deleting anything you sent me, but I promise not to send anything to your teammates."

My blood ran cold. The thought of losing Devon was terrifying. As demanding as he could be, he was the first person I'd really connected with, emotionally, romantically, sexually. The thought of going back to the endless parade of dating apps and empty hookups filled me with dread.

"No! No, sir. I'm sorry. I'll do what you say." I finally admitted.

"That's a good boy. But for your disobedience you'll need to go to practice plugged as well. Be sure to update me when it happens."

He dropped the call with a click and I was left, sitting alone in my room, my cock straining hard against my cage. I felt hornier than I had all day and so I did the one thing I could do, lube up my hole and start riding my dildos. I still had an hour before practice and if I could manage to cum from my dildo now, then maybe I had a chance at not turning into a horny mess tonight.

I couldn't quite take the pink horse dildo yet, but I rode the largest toy I could for the entire hour, but despite my best efforts, relief never came. Instead, all I managed to do was make my already nasty jockstrap even more soaked with my sweat and pre. And in the worst possible twist of fate, I remembered that I had been putting off doing laundry and that this jockstrap was the only underwear I had to wear at the moment. It was either wear my jockstrap soaked in a day's worth of my pitiful precum, or go to practice naked. I bit the bullet and went in my jockstrap

Randall had scheduled a special practice with just me and one of the other wrestlers, a bull named Earl. He was our newest member, a freshman, and Randall wanted for us both to get in some extra practice to make sure we were keeping up with the rest of the team.

Luckily, I got to practice early. I always get to practice early, because changing is a lot harder when you have antlers for clothes to get caught on. Even Earl, the bull, didn't have as much trouble getting changed as his horns didn't stick out every which way like mine did. I was grateful, because it meant I could change without everyone seeing my jockstrap or plugged ass. My singlet was red, the color of our school, with our school crest emblazoned on the back. It was very tight, tight enough that I could clearly see the outline of my cage through the thin fabric. I didn't have any time to figure out a solution before my teammates arrived.

Randal, our captain, was a massive lion with a large, luxurious mane. I'd been pinned beneath him and gotten a faceful of sweaty, musky lion fur too many times to count. The other team member at practice today is Earl, a large bull who was almost as tall as Randal. Both were easily twice my size and I really shouldn't have been wrestling them, but there was no one on the team in my weight class. I had always tried to be nice to Earl, as he was the newest member of the team, but he'd always given me the cold shoulder. Or, if he did decide to talk to me, it was to order me around.

I had always been a bit of a team bitch. I was not the strongest competitor, and being the youngest member on the team I was already expected to defer to the older team members. When sophomore year rolled around we got only one new freshman member, Earl. Instead of passing my duties as the youngest member onto him, he joined the others on the team in bossing me around. It was harmless, really. Just simple stuff like putting the gear away. I couldn't complain as it gave me an opportunity to sniff their sweaty jockstraps and singlets. I could probably recognize everyone on the team by their musk alone. What was less fun was the way they always talked down to me and pushed me around, often physically shoving me if I got in the way and calling me humiliating names.

But, overall it was an arrangement that worked for me. I was not winning any tournaments on the mat, and as long as I stayed helpful I stayed on the team. But today was different. I didn't know if they could tell I was nervous, or if they were just feeling extra rowdy. Maybe they could smell the cum on me, or maybe Devon was right, and men could naturally tell who was a submissive bitch. Whatever the reason, as soon as practice started, they were extra aggressive with me.

Instead of Randal and Earl pairing up, as they were both the same size, they both wanted to wrestle me. Earl was up first, as Randal said he wanted to watch our technique.

Earl easily tossed me to the ground, his giant meaty paws moving my body around as if I were just his toy. I tried my best to break his hold on me but my pathetic squirming just made him huff in amusement. With one swift motion, he flipped me over so that I was lying face down on the mat. He then straddled me so that his crotch was lined up with my ass and leaned forward, so that his entire weight was resting on my back.

"Good job Earl! You exploited his weak stance perfectly. Now Lou, see if you can try to escape." Randal instructed from the sidelines.

I tried to move but there was nothing I could do. He had me well and truly pinned. Earl ground his crotch against my ass and I let out a pathetic moan.

"Looks like you're really enjoying yourself." He growled in my ear.

I blushed and tried to free myself. But he was larger and stronger and all my squirming ended up doing was grinding my ass harder against him and pushing my butt plug deeper inside me. He stayed on top of me for quite some time, grinding his hard cock between my ass cheeks. Each time I worried that he was going to feel the butt plug, but thankfully, he never did. I kept trying to free myself, as I didn't want to seem like a total wimp, but I was completely at his mercy.

Continuing to growl in my ear and grind against my ass, he grabbed my antlers and pulled my head back, forcing me to arch my back and press up against his dick.

"Maybe you can learn proper technique after all." He chuckled.

Such a move was completely illegal in wrestling, but when I glanced over at Randal he seemed to be enjoying the show, not bothering to tell him to stop or intervene in any way.

Finally, he released my antlers and rolled off my back. I breathed a sigh of relief. My back was slick with sweat and both my singlet and fur were wet. I stood up and to my horror, the front of my singlet had a large, noticeable wet spot.

"Wow, you reeaaaally enjoyed yourself." Randal whistled.

I tried to cover it, but they'd both already seen it.

"Hey, don't worry, it happens to the best of us. Well, it's never happened to any of us, but I imagine being pinned down by a real man does that to a bottom." Randal continued.

"I'm... I'm not a bottom." I protested, still holding my hands in front of my leaking cage.

"You could have fooled me." Earl growled and slapped my ass.

"Give him here." Randal said and the bull pushed me so my face was squished against the lion's chest. He gripped my shoulders with his massive paws, and his sweaty mane almost enveloped my face. He said something to Earl but I couldn't hear it through the fur of his mane, and then he pushed me down on the mat.

Randal fell on top of me, the force knocking the breath from my lungs. Before I could recover, he already had me pinned. He was so big that even though our crotches were lined up, my head was lost in the fur in his chest rather than being level with his head.

He lifted himself up, grabbing my wrists in his massive paws and roughly pinning them to the mat.

"You really need to work on your technique. Perhaps I need to start giving you private lessons." He smiled and I could see his incredibly sharp fangs. I could do nothing more than whimper and take it.

Randal started grinding against me and his hard dick pressed against my cage. Surprise flashed across his face but It was soon replaced with a devious smile. He pressed his body against mine and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Not a bottom, eh? That cage would say otherwise."

Oh fuck he knew. Of course he knew, how could he not. I just hoped he kept his mouth shut. I'd even let him fuck me, but some other time, not today. I could not lose this bet to Devon. I wasn't ready to be locked up forever.

He continued grinding against me, soaking me thoroughly in his sweat and musk. Finally, he seemed satisfied, and let me go. The wet spot at the front of my singlet was even bigger now and I could feel my caged cock continuously leaking out precum. I crawled to the edge of the mat and waited. I was so thoroughly coated in my teammates' sweat that I couldn't smell any hint of my own musk there. Just the thick, earthy scent of a real man coating my body.

I watched while Earl and Randal started actually wrestling. They seemed far more aggressive than normal, grabbing, shoving, and snarling as they fought. Finally, after an intense grapple, Earl was victorious.

"Good job out there on the mat, Earl. You really got me. And Lou? I'm surprised it's taken this long, but you are really finding your place on the team." Randal said. "Now let's hit the showers."

My anxiety lessened as I realized I might actually get through this. Practice was over. I could just leave right now and I'd be free. I went to the locker room with my teammates, but instead of undressing like they did, I gathered my stuff up to leave.

"What are you doing, Lou?" Randal, fully nude, asked. His large feline cock swung freely between his legs. What I wouldn't give to feel my cock do the same.

"You guys can go ahead. I'm just going to shower at my dorm."

"No you're not. If you want to be on this team you need to shower with the team." He said

"What's wrong, we're all men here, right? We've seen you naked before." Earl had moved so he completely blocked the exit. His dick was not quite as long as Randal's, but much thicker.

"I know you're not as big as us, but that shouldn't matter, right?" Randal said, holding his large cock in his hand. "So strip. I'm your captain, and I'm telling you to strip."

Randall knew I had a cage, he had confirmed as much when we were wrestling. But I desperately didn't want Earl to know. When I didn't immediately move, Randal bared his fangs and snarled viciously at me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and slowly removed my singlet. My cheeks burned and I was surprised I didn't collapse from anxiety.

"Underwear too." Randal said.

I was wearing my disgusting jockstrap, absolutely reeking of pre. Normally that would be embarrassing enough on its own, but it was the only thing covering my cage. Slowly I removed my sweat and pre soaked jock, letting it fall to the tile floor

"Holy fuck."

Both my teammates burst out laughing.

At that moment I wished I had a fluffy tail. Something, anything to hide my crotch.

"Oh my god, that's hilarious. It's so tiny. I thought you were joking, Randal. But no, he's really caged."

"I'll admit, I didn't expect it to be so darn cute."

I felt a claw tap my cage and opened my eyes to see Randall standing in front of me, inspecting my cage.

"I can't believe you've been on the team for a whole year, without ever telling us you liked dick. I mean, we could have been fucking you for months." Earl sounded annoyed at me.

"No, it's not like that. I... I..." I didn't know what to say. I did like dick. I loved it, couldn't get enough of it. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't fantasize about getting fucked by my teammates at least once a week. It was the whole reason I signed up for wrestling in the first place, to get tossed around by sweaty guys. But that didn't mean I wanted them to know that. And I certainly didn't want them to find out about my fucked up desires.

"Awww, look at him. He can barely speak. Total bottom, 100%" Randal teased. "Now, why don't you bend over and show us that hole."

When I didn't immediately move, Randal guided me down so I was straddling the metal bench in the locker room. His hand moved to my butt and brushed up against my plug.

"Oh man, this is too much. Caged and plugged?!"

"Wait really?" Earl moved over to look. "I can't believe you've been on the team this whole time, coming to practice plugged." He growled.

"Face it Lou, we've caught you. And you wouldn't have come to practice wearing a plug and cage if you didn't want to be caught."

"No, I don't go to practices plugged. It was just this one time." I pleaded, sounding completely pathetic.

I tried to stand up from the bench, to protest, but Randal shoved me back down, hard.

"Stay in your place, bitch, the men are speaking." His growl was far more threatening than I had ever heard before.

"We've had a cocksucker on our team this whole time. I bet he was jacking off in the locker room after practice just thinking about us. Ugh, do you think he ever tried to smell our jockstraps?" Earl stared down at me in disgust.

"Why do you think he was so eager to clean up in the locker room after practices?" Randal said.

I wanted to protest, to explain myself. But Randal's large paw still rested on my back, his claws pressing into my skin.

Earl bent down and picked my rank jockstrap off the floor.

"Blegh." He held it away from his face, his disgust evident. "If this is anything to go by, he's been using our practices as a quick way to get off."

"And I thought he was here because he loved the sport." Randal shook his head disapprovingly. He lifted his hand from my back and started stroking my short fur.

"What are we going to do with you, little doe." He continued to stroke my fur. It would have felt good in any other circumstance, but I was far too nervous to enjoy it.

"Please..." I whined pathetically.

"Awww, does the bitch want to be fucked." The lion dragged a claw against the plug in my ass.

I vigorously shook my head no.

"Don't worry. Earl won our match, so I told him he gets to have your ass first. I am still making up my mind about what happens after that, but if you behave you might be able to keep your spot on the team."

"No! Please don't fuck me, please." I begged.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Bitches like you always do." With no warning, Earl yanked the butt plug from my ass. I gasped in pain.

"Please, I'll do your laundry for the whole year. I'll clean your dorm room whenever you want. Please." The words came out choked and my voice trembled.

"Oh, you'll be doing those things regardless. For everyone on the team. But it's time for you to shut up." The bull pushed my rancid jockstrap into my open mouth, forcing it so far back that I almost choked.

"Oh you know the bitch loves it. Look at him leaking." Randal moved his hand down my thigh, almost sensually, to where a puddle of precum was forming on the metal bench.

I shook my head no. I didn't want this. I had fantasized about getting railed in the locker room ever since I joined the team. But now that it was actually happening, I was terrified. I didn't want it to happen this way, not now. Not if it meant being locked up forever. I continued shaking my head, tears welling in my eyes as I realized there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I tried to speak but all I could do was moan into my rank jockstrap, tasting the foul sweat and sex soaked into the fabric. Randall picked up his and Earl's jocks off the filthy locker room floor and tossed them on my head. They landed in my antlers, dangling down over my face.

"There, now he looks perfect. Smile for the camera!" Randal picked up his phone from his locker and snapped a pick. "The boys in the team group chat will really get a kick out of this."

A wave of horror washed over me and I shook my head again. I tried to spit out my jock and tell them not to, but Earl reached over and inserted two massive fingers into my mouth, forcing it back down my throat. I let out a muffled cry. A part of me, in the back of my mind, realized that I would need the pictures to show Devon, but that was the last thing I wanted to think about right now. I just wanted the nightmare to end.

"Play nice or this can go a lot worse for you." Earl leaned down and whispered in my ear. At the same time he inserted one of his thick fingers into my loose hole.

I whined but didn't protest anymore. The bull continued to tease my sensitive hole, inserting several more fingers and pushing in all the way to his knuckles, making me tremble and moan. He continued that way for several minutes, teasing my hole and loosening me up. When he felt satisfied with his handiwork, he removed his fingers from my ass with a pop. He then reached around and forced his fingers down my throat. The taste of my ass mingled with the taste of my jockstrap and I gagged.

He then lined his incredibly hard cock up with my hole and pushed forward. The tip pressed up against my hole and even that was enough to make me gasp.

I grunted urgently. I cocked my head towards my locker, repeating the motion until they noticed.

"I think the little guy is trying to tell us something." Randal said.

"Maye he wants us to open his locker?" Earl paused, the tip of his dick still pressing into my hole.

The lion walked over and opened my locker. I only had a few things in there. The clothes I had changed out of, a spare singlet, and most importantly, a bottle of lube. As much as I hadn't wanted to be fucked, I came prepared anyway.

"Ha! Of course he brings lube with him. And you really wanted us to believe you weren't a bottom." Randal laughed.

"Toss it here." Earl said, catching the bottle as Randal threw it. He lubed up his cock, generously pouring the liquid all over it and smearing it on my hole.

"There, now he's ready."

Then, he forced my hole open with his cock.

As the dick slid into my asshole I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. This entire time I'd been holding out hope that they wouldn't fuck me. That somehow I'd be able to leave with a shred of dignity intact and get Devon to unlock me. But now, reality has set in. He was right, this is what I was made for. I was made to take cock and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

That didn't make the bull's manhood any easier to take. It was incredibly girthy, and even just a few inches had stretched my hole more than I imagined possible. He continued pushing in, inch after inch, until his hips were flush with my ass. It was only made slightly more bearable by the fact that his girthy member pushed against my prostate, giving me a tiny amount of pleasure.

He kept still, letting my hole adjust to his size. Then he gripped my ass cheeks roughly in his hands, spreading them open, and started fucking me. I was not prepared. He may have started slow, but he quickly picked up speed, abusing my hole with shocking quickness. Each thrust pushed me against the bench, causing it to shake and making my cage press uncomfortably into me.

I looked up and saw Randal watching us, pumping his hard member in his hands, jerking himself off to my ass getting destroyed.

Earl grabbed my antlers in his hands and yanked me back, just like he had on the wrestling mat. I groaned into the jockstrap in my mouth and my hole clamped down on his dick.

"Fuck yeah, take it bitch." Earl growled. He was becoming more and more aggressive, ramming my hole without any concern for how I might feel. Each thrust caused pain to lance through my body and my denied dick to strain in my cage. If my mouth hadn't been gagged I would probably be halfway between screaming and begging him to go harder.

He continued his assault and I could no longer focus on anything other than his dick. My entire world reduced to my ass and his cock moving in and out of it. Nothing else mattered. Not my leaky cage. Not my gagged mouth. Not even the pain I was feeling. And certainly not any pleasure. Everything, my pleasure included, was secondary to him. I was just some fuckmeat for him to get off in, a sex toy for him to use and abuse.

It was so intense that I didn't even realize when he had finished. I was still in a daze after he stopped pistoning his hips and, when I eventually came to my senses, I realized Randal had cum too, all over my face and upper back.

Earl pulled his softening cock out of my absolutely destroyed hole. I collapsed on the bench, panting heavily. My hole tried to close back up, but it was so stretched that it continued to gape, leaking cum onto the bench. I would have no problem taking that horse dildo now. Although, if the rough fucking I had just received had not been enough to make me cum, I worried nothing would be.

Randal sat down on the floor, his back resting against the bench where I was lying. He eased me off the bench, picking me up and placing me on his lap. He started petting my headfur, which I knew was horribly sweaty. I felt his soft dick start to harden again, pressing into my lower back.

Finally, Randal removed the jockstrap from my mouth. I opened my mouth, working my jaw.

"Th-thank you." I squeaked out, my voice hoarse.

"Awww, he's thanking us." Randal chuckled.

"Bottoms like him don't care how rough you get, they'll thank you no matter what." Earl grunted

"Thank you for fucking me. I am nothing but..." The words caught in my throat. I promised Devon I would say them, and after today, I knew they were true. But I still couldn't bring myself to say it. I found my face was wet with tears.

"What's that little guy?" Randal stroked my face, wiping my tears away.

"I am nothing but a whore made to take cock, who's dick should be locked up forever." I finally managed to say.

"Yes you are." Randal said, continuing to stroke my face. "And you did an amazing job for us. I can't wait for the rest of the team to get a turn with you."

"Ugh, even I have to admit that yours is the best ass I've ever had." Earl reluctantly admitted. He gave my head an affectionate scratch. "But don't go telling anyone I said that."

"You did such a good job for us, that I have a little present for you." Randal reached up and took his jockstrap from my antlers and draped it over my nose. His musk was familiar, comforting even. I sighed deeply.

"I'll let you keep it. Feel free to wear it, or just sniff it whenever you're feeling down. Normally, I wouldn't give this to anyone, but seeing as you're not cumming any time soon..." He tapped my cage with his claw. "I figured you could probably use it more than me."

"What the hell, give him mine as well." Earl grumbled. "The poor bitch has been through enough already."

Randal took the other jockstrap off my antlers and placed it on top of his, on my nose. Earl's musk wasn't quite as familiar as Randal's, it was sharp and intense, but not unpleasant.

"You did such a good job for us, you know that? There's definitely still a place for you on the team, if you want it." Randal said.

Too tired to do anything else, I just laid my head against his chest, my eyes closed. I laid there, cradled in his arms, breathing in my teammates' musky jockstraps. I felt the warmth of his fur, and heard the rumbling in his chest as he breathed.

It wasn't how I had wanted the day to end, but now that it was over, I could finally rest. I had a fuckbuddy from biology class, a master intent on keeping me locked up forever, and a wrestling team who wanted to run a train on my ass. I still had to send Devon the pictures of me being humiliated by my teammates, and I had several papers to write and tests to study for. But that could all wait for tomorrow. Right now I was just happy to fall asleep in my captain's arms.