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He wasn't aware how long he'd been lying there.

The red wolf had heard rumours of initiations into fraternities, some that had made him tremble right to his gut whilst others had left him wondering if that was all, but he believed they were just stories - made up to scare freshmen when they signed up. Perhaps there would be a little bit of horseplay, something to get the new guys keeping one eye open whilst they sleep, but Harfang was much more interested in some genuine horse-play. Going to college was a new start for him, and away from the old community still stuck in its ways, he had a chance to finally break out.

But that had led him to know. A couple of beers with any number of them being spiked later, he found himself waking up, his body immobile and his vision blocked by a mask of some kind. A gag had been tied into his muzzle, leaving him to grunt and garble out muffled shouts for help. His paws wriggled against whatever it was that held him down, and his fingers fell upon the heavy duty rope that _someone_had tied him down with. It could have been any of them - the lion, the wolf, the dog, heck... even the stallion could be responsible. His drug-addled mind left him weak and hazy, but conscious enough to know of his predicament. But he was at their mercy now.

It was then that he acutely became aware of the fact he was naked. This surprised him, as it went way beyond the stories he'd heard. There were wild gay fantasies of parties like these, but they had always chalked up to being myths - Harfang wondered with a heavy mind if what he was about to experience now lived up to this unwritten expectation. Against his better judgement, the scene turned him on, so much so he could feel his cock pushing free from his sheath and grinding against the covers of the bed he'd been bound to. He gave the whole thing a testing strain, seeing how much movement they'd let him keep, but to his arousing horror, he was fixed firm with his tail knotted to a collar about his neck. It was then that the plug lodged in his ass made itself known. He'd ignored it so far, the rush of adrenaline having kept him oblivious to it, but now it pressed itself against him, bloating out his gut. He tried to push it out, but the size of it was locked with his rim, weighing down into his guts and leaving him feeling overly full. He was helpless and getting hornier by the minute, all the while forced to remain patient for whoever his tormenters were to come decide what to do with him.

There was sound coming from all around him - heavy music pumping through the walls with a bass turned up until it shook the foundations. They were throwing a party. Disconcerting, considering he was tied up, gagged and naked with a butt-plug up his lubed rump only a few feet away. He kept quiet, knowing that whether or not he made any noise was irrelevant; nobody would hear him anyway.

The door opened, the volume intensifying as some meaningless techno music throbbed into the room. Faintly, over the din, Harfang heard somebody shout,

"He's all yours. Five minutes, then it's the next guy's turn."

The door was shut, and then followed several seconds of awkward, foreboding quiet. Harfang knew someone was there, the wolf's ears twitched to hear the almost indistinguishable sounds. A heavy breath here, the sound of a footfall across the room, clothes dropping to the floor. Somebody was undressing, looking at him, his prone form vulnerable to them and utterly at their disposal. He shivered in the bindings, urge and need mixing into one raunchy blend that would have had him begging this stranger to get on with it were it not for the gag affixed to his muzzle.

He felt them first. A glancing paw rubbed up along his right cheek before making a solid grab at the flesh. His ass was prised apart by large paws that poked and prodded at the base of the toy, the tip lurching inside and twisting against his prostate. The wolf grunted, moaning into his muzzle, understandably frustrated whilst this fur delayed the inevitable. Fingers stroked around the toy's edge, finding the lip before pulling it out, not stopping until the wolf's rim had flared out and splurged the plug to freedom. A rush of cool air washed over his now loose hole, groaning feebly as he shuddered from the sensation.

It was quickly replaced however; a barbed cock tip smeared its head about his hole before he felt the weight of the male wielding it push in. Harfang could only imagine who sat thrusting on the other end of it, as it sunk into his depths until the balls pressed up against his own. The wolf whined, feeling this large male press deep into him, gripping his hips before shifting his knees into better position. The bed dipped to accommodate for the weight, and Harfang got a true sense just who exactly he was dealing with - the bulk alone was intimidating, but the new cock that occupied his ass was just as terrifying. He feared he'd be split in two if the feline so much as moved an inch more.

But the feline was keen on moving the entire shaft, not just a single inch. Leisurely he pulled out, sliding his meat from out of the wolf's gut and back to the hole, only the head sitting still inside before he plunged back down again, slamming his full weight against Harfang. He cried out, but his protests were only met with powerful growls that rumbled from behind him. He could do little but wait it out as the big cat rode him, ramming his member into his ass over and over, the barbs dragging along his inner walls and making him writhe with each thrust. It was like having tiny electric shocks zapped across every fibre of flesh, shooting through his body as his ass was opened up by the stranger, the cock inside him throbbing and pushing deeper until Harfang felt he was being pushed hard into the bed.

The feline grunted and huffed into a ragged breath - Harfang concluded the male must be drawing close, and he couldn't have been more right. He felt the man's weight lurch down over him, as though he were about to take him doggy-style, and teeth clamped down around his neck. Not enough to pierce the skin, but it left the wolf whimpering as the male at his ass increased the pace, rutting him into submission. There was a low, guttural growl reverberating in the beast's chest, and it come forth as he cock gave a final lurch, pushing in as hard and as deep as he could until Harfang felt the thick, sticky jets of cum. It was like the floodgates had been opened in the guy's balls, leaving the wolf to squirm and wriggle about on the bed as his ass filled up, to the point where it felt he might overflow.

The feline finished off his orgasm, wiping his dick clean across the wolf's muzzle before he heard the paw-steps move away from the bedside. At least now it was over, and whomever ha d played the prank would come release him. Well, that was the hope, at least.

The door was opened once again, the room shaking with heavy music once more, and the cat who was now just leaving addressed some other person,

"Your turn."

The sound was cut back off and the door was shut. Harfang gave a quiet groan as he realised this was going to be an impossible slow night. This new male didn't waste time with caressing the wolf's sides. Before he could react, the tapered head of what must have been a wolf cock began to push into his stretched hole. He grunted, shifting forwards upon what little movement he had with his limbs, as this fellow wolf pushed up against him. The mass was pressed right against his rump until each inch slid into his slick guts, cum squelching and slurping as the member was shoved inside. The knot bumped up against his hole, and absently Harfang wondered if he'd be taking the swollen ball of throbbing flesh tonight, and if so how many times.

The wolf pulled back on his hips, the meat inside him swimming through the feline's load. Harfang barely had the chance though to become adjusted; the wolf slammed in his full weight before he'd caught his breath, leaving him gasping into the gag. Repeatedly the wolf would pull the same stunt which practically hammered that knot against his already sore and abused rim, cum splurging from his hole and smearing about his cleft and most likely the wolf's crotch. He didn't seem to care though, even enjoying the feeling Harfang dared to think, as he gave his hips a little twist every now and then to grind against the male's prostate. Unattended, his cock went begging, dribbling a thick line of pre across the bed but unable to do anything else except pulse pitifully in the faintest whiffs of a climax.

Speaking of which, the wolf behind him was reaching his own. Still having not tied with Harfang though, he knew it would only be so long until that bulbous knot pressed him out and bloated him further. He groaned loudly whenever the flesh spread him a little further, further perhaps that what he was even designed to stretch to, but his mind was now drunk on this lust. He wanted this now more than they did, ironic considering this was supposed to be torture for newbies. For him, it was the starters, the main course, and the dessert, all rolled into one. He could have been coaxing the wolf on had his muzzle not been incapacitated. He gave a final whine when the wolf's knot finally pushed him too far, to the very widest part, before slipping in fully. The wolf gave a howl as he came hard, a fire hose erupting in Harfang's ass, dousing him once more in a thick creamy load of wolf seed. The stranger kept jerking his hips with the copious jets, thrusting the last inch he could into the bound red wolf's hole, grunting out obscenities about how he was such a nice fuck. The knot acted as a natural plug, so the seed that now bubbled and churned in his gut that had reached a critical level had nowhere to go but deeper still, working its way through more delicate innards and filling him with unreal warmth.

The wolf rested there for a moment, whispering some unheard apology about the wait, but Harfang barely registered it. His mind was ablaze with the desire for relief, to have another load deposited in him, to be fucked into bliss once more. He only roused himself long enough to realise the door had been opened again,

"Damn it John!" This new voice said, "I told you not to tie him."

"Relax, will you?!" The wolf spat back, giving a gentle tug on Harfang's rim. The knot was still quite swollen, but a little slipped back out of his hole, "I think I can pull out now..."

Harfang would have told him to wait a minute more, but he was without speech. Against his will, the knot was pulled free and he grunted loudly, even cried out into the gag, as a dam of cum burst back. It surged against the bedspread and splattered onto his bound legs, practically pouring in a steaming river of jizz. He heard a scuffle in the back of his head somewhere before the door was slammed abruptly shut,

"Would have loved to fuck in those loads... Gotta do it again sometime..." The voice from before hissed not particularly to the wolf, but more to himself; Harfang concurred. They would definitely have to do it again sometime.

The head of this new male's cock was pressed against the wolf's engorged rim. He was startled at its size, and only when this fur began to push in his prick did Harfang realise truly who he was dealing with.

The stallion's flare pressed out his gut as it tunnelled its way to far deeper lengths. The natural girth and size had him whimpering from the sheer entry, and they hadn't even begun to fuck yet. He grabbed tightly hold of the ropes that held him secure as the horse pushed deep down and hard, not stopping until Harfang had taken it all. It took an age to just to bottom out - the medial ring popped past his rim and the wolf would have cried for a rest, but onwards they went. He could feel the stallion's member poke out his gut, pushing against his abdomen and causing a swell that tapped his hardened cock. It was mesmerising to feel his body contort to the stallion's meat, but it was intoxicatingly beautiful at the same time. Harfang basked in the heat that the dick gave off as it sat in his bowels, waiting for the wolf's twitching rim to finally give up the lost cause of fighting to expel him.

The horse drew back his hips, sliding ever so slowly his length right back to the flared head. It grated along every inner inch of the wolf's ass, making him whimper and squirm as it sent alien sensations firing along his spine. The head snagged against his prostate and had him yelping softly, drooling against the gag whilst his body was plucked like an instrument, fucked like it was nothing but a toy for these men. The previous loads helped, some remnants still seeping into his gut and soaking the horse's shaft. As the stallion drew to the very tip, he pushed back in which just as much speed, letting the wolf know just exactly who was in charge. This was the process he was subjected to for the next umpteen minutes, time dragging on as though nobody else now was waiting in line except for this one stallion, leaving Harfang to think this might be his true reward for being a good sport. The stallion sped up though, intent on breeding his bitch, and soon the wolf was being pounded not just into the bed but the floor too, the thrusting weight of the horse's body careening against him and ramming in hard. He could hear the lips flapping, the hooves stomping against the floor, and he could feel the restrained ferocity held back within the stallion's pumping. It wouldn't be long soon...

There was a loud whinny, followed by an even greater orgasm than the previous two combined. Harfang actually gasped for air when he felt the first fires of horse seed burst into his gut. It slammed into him like a train, knocking all strength from his body, but despite now cumming, the stallion continued to pound away, his pulsing cock spewing spooge into the wolf's ass whilst they continued to rut upon the bed. He was certain it had not just begun to leak about his rim but dribble out, the backlog of cum surging in all directions and filling him entirely. His stomach swelled with the volume, pressing him down to the bed by the weight alone. Yet still he hadn't cum himself, longing for release, even as the horse carried on fucking him, dick hard as ever, as though they hadn't even breached past the first instance of climax. Arms encircled about Harfang's torso, drawing his body close to the stallion's and hot breath whispered next to his ear,

"Welcome to college, bitch. You're ours now..."