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“Hey, Mac! You done cooling down yet? Out here any longer and you’ll enter cryo sleep!”

The big red boar had come to check on his star player just as the young grey wolf was finishing another cross-court dribble, leading to a layup successfully going into the net. He caught the ball after it bounced once and took a moment to catch his breath.

“Sorry, coach! I just can’t believe I missed nearly every one of those earlier tonight… Not like me, had to remind myself that I could, in fact, do a layup properly.”

“Kid, you’re fiiiine,” the boar assured, “everyone has a down night once in a while, and I think this is the first one I’ve seen from you this year. Nothing bugging you off the court, is there?”

“Nope, don’t think so!” the wolf answered, beginning to walk back toward his coach and the locker room door the boar was standing in. “Job is going fine and all that jazz. Just bugged me to be so off tonight! If I had made even half of the ones I missed, I think we would’ve won tonight. I know I’m better than that!”

The boar chuckled. “I know you are, too. Glad you’ve got that pride in yourself. But remember, this is adult rec ball, so no need to fret over it too much.” He could see the wolf was mostly convinced, but not fully, so he added “Here, show me that skill with one last corner-shot three-pointer! Once change, cold!”

The wolf’s ears perked up at that, then with a smile and a hearty “Yes, coach!” he dribbled back out to the nearest corner and, without missing a beat, sent the ball lifting gracefully through the air. It went through the net with a barely audible swish, no bounce off the rim at all.

“That’s my star!” the boar cheered with a small arm pump. “Now, get over here and let’s close up! I think we’re the last two in the community center tonight aside from whichever of your former classmates is stuck manning the last shift at the front desk.”

The wolf chuckled, tail wagging a bit, as he collected the ball and went to follow the boar back into the community center gymnasium’s locker rooms. The wolf wasn’t exactly the physique of a typical basketball player – more of a football build, but he loved the sport and got very good at it, almost enough to get a full scholarship for college. Almost. He wasn’t quite good enough for D1, and even if he could’ve gone D2, he hadn’t really wanted to go to college anyway. Instead, he had enrolled in his high school’s trade school transfer program earlier, graduating last spring ready to hit the workforce. It was spring again now and he had adjusted rapidly to adult life, and though he wasn’t playing college basketball, he had joined the adult rec league last fall and was having a lot of fun on his new team.

The people on his team were great, including the coach – a hulking boar of a man that always made Mac’s heart flutter a little bit, especially when barking out orders during a game.

It was part of the reason the grey wolf was so good at basketball, honestly. Whoever his coach was at the time, whoever his teammates were – he always did his best to follow any order yelled at him in the moment during a practice or a game. His ears were always on alert for instructions, helping raise his basketball IQ, and simply trying to follow through with every “run faster” or “shoot!” meant he had to be fitter and more accurate in everything he did. It was just a byproduct, though – Mac just liked following orders. And he especially liked following the orders of whoever his coach was – someone who already held a bit of authority over him, even before he mentally gave extra authority to anyone.

It was a bit odd that he readily mentally submitted to almost anyone, especially considering he was usually a better and bigger player than almost every teammate he’d ever had. He’d even had some teammates very clearly look up to him and defer to him in training, including one freshman in his senior year who not so subtly fawned over him. The calico was cute, but Mac just treated him like a little brother since he knew the dynamic just wouldn’t play out otherwise. As masculine and outwardly strong-personality’d as he was, the wolf couldn’t help himself in terms of always wanting to be the good follower to any other moderately athletic guy around him.

Now, he just happily followed his coach back into the locker rooms so the two of them could fetch their day clothes and close up for the night.

“So you think we’re ready for next week?” Mac asked.

“Oh yeah, we’ll be fine” the coach said with a sigh, “next week’s opponent the lowest-ranked team in the league. Even on the sidelines, I’m gonna need an easy game…”

“Oh, yeah… I noticed you weren’t as vocal today as you usually are,” the wolf commented as the two of them got to their respective lockers and began pulling out their gym bags.

The boar stopped what he was doing and looked at the younger male in surprise. “Huh? Really? Was it noticeable?”

Mac’s ears flushed a little bit – coach’s quietude might not have been noticeable to someone who didn’t hang onto the boar’s words so much, but he wouldn’t say as much now. “Uhhh, yeah, kinda! It’s usually like you’re playing battle chess out there, but I heard a lot more of the guys than you today.”

“Oh. Huh.” The boar just thought for a moment, then sat down on the bench while letting out a breath that sounded like it was holding in more than it needed to. “Sorry Mac! Didn’t realize my mind wasn’t fully there today. Maybe that factored into the result tonight too…”

“No no, you’re fine!” the wolf reassured hurriedly as he took of his gym shoes, “you’ve trained us all really well! I don’t think our game felt noticeably different than usual, we just weren’t on our toes like we usually are.”

“I guess…” He didn’t look convinced.

“…Everything alright?” the young man prodded tentatively as he finished removing his socks. “Anything any of us can help with?”

The boar shook his head with a sigh, then looked up and tried to smile. “Nothing you can do, I’m afraid, but I’ll be fine! Just been… a heck of a month, things have started piling up.”

“Oh?” Mac asked, starting to absentmindedly take off his shirt. “You wanna – mmph – talk about it at least?”

“Well…” The older male didn’t really want to go into things, but grimaced a bit and resigned to start on in, thinking he might as well. He plopped down on the locker room bench by his locker, legs on both sides, and began “Both the girlfriend and I have been really worn thin at our respective jobs for well over a month, which is fine by itself – well, not fine, but manageable at least – but two or three weeks ago, job stress started turning into relationship stress. From how often I like going out to eat to how much she spends on constant shopping to even deeper stuff… She actually called me out on my foot fetish, saying it completely weirds her out and just disgusts her. After four years together! And she’s only saying this now? I don’t think I’ve been over to her place for at least two weeks, maybe more, it’s hard to keep track, and she hasn’t come over to mine recently either. If you’d believe it, work got even crazier for me on Tuesday, and Wednesday some of the local kiddies sent a baseball through my window and knocked over my big plant. Apartment complex is gonna cover fixing the window, of course, but I still had to clean it all up and got a cut on my right hand in the process,” he quickly showed off the bandage before starting with his own shirt, “plus my living room is covered in soil stains from the plant and my AC is working overtime to try keeping my place cool with a window out, so not looking forward to that bill. Yesterday the AC sputtered once or twice and didn’t work for a few minutes each time, so that’s worrying. And to add to all that, my alarm failed this morning, so I was running late to work and didn’t get breakfast, then as crazy as it is there right now, I didn’t get lunch today either, so I’m just famished right now.”

“Damn, yeah I can see why your mind is elsewhere,” the wolf acknowledged, doing his best to not stare at the shirtless boar. He always stole a glance when he could, but that was generally with most of the team around and shooting the breeze after a game; it was a lot harder to not simply stare when it was just the two of them chatting one-on-one with no one else around. “You sure there isn’t anything I can do to help in some way?” he asked again – and instantly regretted it, realizing that the question unintentionally probably read another way with the two of them shirtless and alone.

For his part, the coach didn’t seem to read anything off about the question, but Mac freezing up like he did managed to actually get the boar’s notice, earning the wolf some raised eyebrows and a skeptical sizing up.

The wolf mentally kicked himself again… If he had asked with his back turned and kept changing, instead of snapping quiet and just staring mortified, this wouldn’t have gotten awkward… Dammit, and he still wasn’t moving! “I eh I mean ah… If nothing else, I can treat you to dinner.” Great, just great, that didn’t sound like asking for a date at all – that wasn’t even his first thought about it anyway. “I mean, if you’ve missed two meals already…”

There was an awkward pause as the red boar continued examining the kid. Was the wolf into him? Not many people came onto him in his life, he was a bit too burly for most women, and Mac would certainly be the first guy… “I think I’m good, kid, but thank you.” He kept watching as the kid relaxed at the dismissal – was there a hint of a bit deeper rejection there? – and finally turned around to continue changing. As the kid pulled his shorts down, showing off his jockstrapped ass under a slightly-tucked tail, the boar thought that he had never even tried to objectify a guy before – he viewed himself as straight, so it made sense, he did it to his girlfriend and others often enough, but he thought in the moment to try appreciating the young wolf’s admittedly impressive physique (and, yes, ass) for the athletic machine it was…

The hog in his shorts stirred, just a bit. Dang, maybe not so straight after all, at least if prompted by intentionally thinking about a possible opportunity.

Mac was just about to pull down his jockstrap in exchange for his boxers when he heard the “Well, hang on, Mac” from behind him, making him instantly freeze in the quarter-crouch he was in at the moment. He looked over his shoulder, heart suddenly beating much faster in his throat and not really realizing the position he was in made his ass stick out a bit, and slowly responded “y-yes, coach?”

“I guess we could ea- hang on,” he started, stopping when he saw the frozen-in-place lupine, making him actually chortle a bit. “Heh, you don’t have to completely freeze, kid! Just chatting here.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, right!” Mac quickly answered with a nervous chuckle of his own, relaxing his stance and coming back to full height as he rotated a bit so he was side-on to his coach instead of ass-on. “Force of habit, I guess, stopping in my tracks when someone says to hang on…”

“You do always take direction well,” the boar noted, a bit of a smirk coming onto his face as he recalled some of the other young guys chatting last week. “You into that whole “good boy” culture I’ve heard is popular among your peers these days, huh?”

The wolf chuckled nervously again, this time looking away a bit meekly but with a weak smile. “I- ah- y-yeah, maybe a bit…”

The boar grinned widely at that; he could sometimes get his girlfriend to put on little performances for him, but the thought of having a guy do it for him felt like a little bit of a power trip – and it sounded like it would be easy to make happen. “Alright, well… Let’s prove it.”

Mac couldn’t help himself as he took a deep inhale at that, straightening up even more and turning to fully face his coach, ready for marching orders – with the slightest hint of a tail wag behind him now. Was this really happening?

The boar motioned toward a patch of tile on the floor next to him. “Here. Show me what you’ve got – drop and give me thirty.”

It took a moment or so for the command to even register in the young wolf’s brain, still almost in disbelief, but after a short pause he dropped the boxers and had been holding to hurry forward and almost fall to the floor, knees and hips each roughly in line with the boar’s own, and he started pumping.

The coach let Mac get through the first eight or nine, then bend down sideways a little bit to rest a meaty hand on the wolf’s back. It started as just a light pet, the bigger man taking a moment to properly admire the kid’s strong physique, before asking “You’re good to take a little bit of resistance, right?”

“Yes, coach!” Mac grunted out between pushes, and he almost immediately felt a slight bit of pressure on his back. It wasn’t much at first, but each time he dropped his torso, the coach pushed down and didn’t decrease the pressure on the next push up. Soon, the force was intense, and Mac was struggling to finish his last five push-ups, but he said he would do them and was bound and determined to finish strong. The big boar was practically leaning his entire weight down on the wolf’s back by the last one, a single push-up that felt like it took twenty second to complete, but Mac managed! Then, with his coach still leaning down into his back, he fully dropped his torso to the locker room tile, panting.

The board left his hand on the wolf’s back for a moment or two, taking in the impressively tactile feeling of air rushing in and out of the kid’s torso, before straightening himself back up straddling the bench. Mac, having not been given another instruction yet, stayed chest-down against the floor, letting the bigger male eye up the younger one’s full height from behind once again – his tail was back down limp between his legs again, but the boar had definitely seen it raise up a little bit with each push-up and strain from fighting against the extra weight. He had also made eye contact with the wolf once or twice through the set, and something just tickled him having such a strong young man looking up at him from that angle…

“Impressive, kid!” he complimented genuinely. “Now…”

The grey wolf’s head tilted then, panting halted as he waited for the next command.

“Let’s see some squats.”

With a bit of a strained grunt, Mac pushed his torso up enough to get his legs under him again. His heart fluttered when he felt that hand again, this time lightly grabbing his tail and lightly guiding it so that the wolf’s back was to the boar. It let go.

“Thirty again.”

He immediately widened his stance and brought his hands up to the back of his head and began squatting, holding each squat for two seconds as in the regular drills before straightening back up. Only difference between regular drills and now was that in regular drills he was usually wearing much more than just his jockstrap…

The coach just blatantly ogled the young man’s fuzzy grey glutes through the first eight or nine reps again, but realized his own engine wasn’t revving up as much as he thought… Maybe he was still straight after all and only got slightly situationally excited earlier? He was really and truly enjoying watching the wolf’s muscles work, though… Maybe worth trying a different tack.

“Hang on Mac, let’s angle you a bit better…”

Mac was expecting another instruction, but instead he just felt his coach’s hand suddenly come over and grasp his side… He had never really been “man-handled” before, roughly or gently, but he felt his ears get red hot as the boar eased him over and forward, finding his own body reacting more to the force on his side than to his own brain. His knee bumped into the bench, but coach was still moving him, so with an awkward hop his foot made it to the tile on the other side of the bench… And his heart, already going a mile a minute, felt like it sped up again as he found himself straddling the bench like coach was, and not that far in front of the boar either with one of those big hands now planted on his shoulder… His tail was already brushing up against that big, hairy red belly he had stolen glances at before…

“Okay, continue.”

The wolf gulped reflexively as he started squatting again, encouraged by the hand on his shoulder, feeling the front of his jockstrap start to really tent up as he sent his exposed cheeks down, anticipating them to meet the front of his coach’s shorts…

The kid was so close to the coach that the boar’s belly got in the way a bit of the wolf’s hips coming back and down, but the older male correctly quickly by leaning backward, letting the kid’s rump meet his crotch properly on the second squat. The wolf didn’t fully sit down – he had, after all, been instructed to do squats, which meant keeping his own weight properly supported and suspended by his legs – but the bit of touch on the front of the boar’s shorts was enough to start getting his hog stirring more. Okay, it just needed the physical stimulation as encouragement – what was the terms he had heard the young ones using a few years ago? Heteroflexible? Yeah, that sounded good enough to him.

Mac finished his thirtieth squat and straightened back up to finish the motion; then the boar’s hand eased him back down, finally sitting with his full weight on the boar’s still-clothed crotch. There was clearly a tent down there now, easing up into his cleft and teasing at the quivering hole a bit further up…

The boar straightened back up a little bit as well, not so much as to push the wolf off of his lap but enough to push his belly fully up against the wolf’s back; he smiled as he felt the lupine’s tail, squeezed off to the side a bit, wag weakly.

“Looking quite fine, kid.”

“Th-thank you, coach!”

“How’re you feeling?”

Part of Mac wanted to act cool, and part of him wanted to go fully slutty and encouraging more, but his obedient brain went for the genuine “Well, honestly, rather f-flustered right now! Brain is kinda spinning that this is happening…”

“Well, lemme tell ya, I certainly wasn’t expecting this either!” the boar responded with a hearty chuckle, his belly almost pounding against the younger man’s back, making the kid’s ears burn and member twitch strongly inside the jockstrap pouch that was barely holding it at this point. “You don’t want to pump the breaks here, do you?”

“N-no, coach!” the wolf responded almost a little too quickly, his hands gripping his coach’s knees as those huge red-furred thighs cradled his own.

That grips was quickly dislodged as those big boar hands clamped around both sides of the wolf’s ribs, first gently easing the young man back up into a standing position, then giving Mac a bit of a shove, sending him stumbling forward back off the long edge of the bench with just enough force that he stabilized right before he would’ve bumped into the locker door next to his previously open one.

The wolf glanced over his shoulder, forehead almost against the metal, to see the hulking red boar stand, bare belly on full display and tent clearly present in his shorts, and start walking down the bench at him.

“Turn around, mister Taylor MacIntyre.”

The dominant emphasis on his full name sent a visible full-body shiver from his feet to his ears, the wolf gulping in nervous excitement and obediently turning as coach’s gym shorts and compression shorts dropped to the tile in one smooth motion. The boar’s hands came up to the wolf’s chest, gently but definitely firmly pushing the young man against the lockers and a bit up, leaving the two of them belly-to-belly and dick-to-jockstrap-bulge.

“Legs up, boy,” the boar breathed out, his warm breath washing over the wolf’s face and practically making him melt right then and there.

With the coach’s hands and belly (mostly the latter) pressing him firmly against the lockers, he was able to lift both legs up easily enough, squeezing them around the boar’s hips and bringing his ankles together against the boar’s hairy rump, the coach’s little tail slightly tickling his feet down there. He was now simply along for the ride (and in heaven) as the boar’s hands came down, one holding onto his left thigh and the other cupping under his right cheek. The older man’s hips eased back a little bit, then rolled forward, rubbing that thick member against the front of the wolf’s strained jockstrap, making the young man moan as the other began a slow but strong rhythm of grinding the kid against the locker.

The coach was mostly playing this by ear, having never tried anything like this with another guy before, but was enjoying just letting his body do what felt right. It felt powerful pinning another guy like this with his body, and knowing that he was driving Mac crazy was certainly giving him his own high. Each roll of his hips pulled just a hair further back and pushed a hair further in, until finally one roll pushed the tip of his member along the underside of the wolf’s jockstrap bulge instead of across the front, and it was coach’s turn to shiver a bit as he felt his hog slide between those grey-furred cheeks. He knew there was only one hole to aim for with another guy, and hadn’t been sure how to angle things earlier, but was glad his body was covering for most things so far. Still, his hand cupping Mac’s ass slipped a bit downward to start searching for the pup’s hole and guiding the tip of his member toward it…

Mac gasped a little bit at the first feeling of coach’s hot rod teasing at his hole. It was just a brush, but it almost felt electric to him… And that was even before the boar was able to line up enough for that tip to truly start pressing there and requesting entrance. The wolf arched his back as best he could, pressed between the older male’s hefty mass in front and the cold lockers behind him, in an attempt to get the angle even more convenient for his coach.

A hip-roll or two later, it was successful, as the fat head of the boar’s member managed to nudge inside that ring, making the older male groan and younger male gasp in pleasure as they made their first connection. Coach stopped rolling his hips for just a moment, letting the two of them relish that initial “just the tip” feeling, before quietly commanding “Alright, kid, just relax…”

“hhhyes, coach” Mac whisper-wheezed between pants, willing himself to welcome more of the boar’s member.

The older male slowly but strongly pushed his hips forward more, sliding his hog further and further into the kid’s bowels centimeter by deliberate centimeter, eliciting a low, continuous moan for the wolf as he was being stretched out. It wasn’t the first dick he’d ever taken, but he hadn’t taken many in his young life so far, and he could already feel this was his thickest yet.

A moment later, the boar was arching his back to get as deep into the wolf as he could, and the tightness of another guy’s ass felt almost otherworldly, but he wasn’t able to get as far in as he knew he could. He tried withdrawing, ready to push back in, and slipped out when he got too far, making both of them groan a little bit. He ground his hips forward again, feeling his member slide between the cheeks back and forth a little bit before using his hand again to guide his tip to and into the wolf’s hole again. He pushed in and got as far as before, still feeling like he could really get to the hilt if they had a better angle… Maybe this whole standing thing wasn’t working for their goal here – though it was definitely turning him on. He paused, still pressing the young man up against the lockers, his dick lodged halfway up the wolf’s hole.

“Alright Mac, hang on, I’m moving us here. Squeeze those legs.”

The wolf just nodded, mouth slightly agape as it had been for a while now, as his coach slid one hand behind the kid’s back, and slowly started waddle-turning around so he was holding Mac forward toward the bench instead of against the lockers. He readjusted the wolf on his front (with a little hip thrust up for good measure, earning a quick overstimulated yip for the young man) before plodding forward a few steps and leaning forward in a slow, controlled motion, soon pressing the grey wolf down against the bench with his gut instead of against the lockers. He rolled his hips forward again now, this time feeling as the kid was able to bend his own hips upward to better meet the boar’s own, the wolf’s legs now spreading wide, and a moment later coach’s crotch came down flush against the wolf’s upturned ass, his hefty balls resting against those fuzzy cheeks.

Mac just moaned as he was filled entirely, head spinning as he felt the full weight of the boar pressing him down into the locker room bench. His own member was straining against his jockstrap, all but forgotten as his brain bathed in in the power his coach was wielding over him right now. He clenched as he felt the boar’s hips slowly pull back again, wanting intensely to keep that member inside of him.

He got it back a moment or so later as the boar pulled out almost all the way, just leaving the tip in, before solidly pushing his hog all the way back in, earning a lustful moan from the grey wolf in response. Coach pumped his hips one more time before straightening up and grabbing both of the wolf’s feet, making sure his legs were spread as wide as possible as the boar continued fucking his ass. After a little bit, he even brought on of the young man’s feet back center and right in front of his fact again, where he pressed the big flat nose right into the wolf’s pads and took a healthy whiff – his hips speeding up a little at the hit – before he started sucking on the kid’s toes for a minute or so each in succession.

The foot play didn’t do much for the young wolf, but he remembered his coach mentioning a foot fetish earlier, so he was more than happy to let the boar take whatever pleasure he could from his body, whether it be continuing to rail his ass or sniff and suck his feet or whatever he might want to do next! He was being driven wild by the whole situation, and only just now did he finally lift the waistband of his jockstrap to let his own member spring upward and start pawing himself off.

“mmmm good boy…” the boar cooed around one of the wolf’s toes, just making the kid pick up speed on beating his meat – with the added benefit of his ass and bowel muscles tensing up all the more, making that passage all the more pleasurable for the boar. “ooooh, very good boy…” The wolf’s tail wagged at that, the fuzzy appendage tickling the insides of the boar’s thick red thighs, and that tickling sensation was finally enough. A moment or two later, he gave a full bellow as he climaxed, his hog spasming deep inside the wolf and spraying his seed within. As he rode out his climax, his open mouth homphed down fully on the foot whose toes he had been sucking a moment ago, now treating that entire wolf paw as a big fuzzy lollipop while his balls finished emptying themselves in the younger man’s ass.

The wolf was panting heavily down on the bench, almost feeling that huge hog twitching in his ass while he kept hurriedly pumping his own member. He wasn’t quite to his own climax yet, and as it soon became clear that coach was cooling down, so he forced himself to relax as well to match the older man’s energy state.

The boar’s mental state was another thing entirely at that point. He still had the wolf’s entire foot in his mouth, and something deep in his brain circuitry was firing off… The power he felt over the young man right now… The lust for that big, strong, youthful body… The taste of that padded foot in his maw right now… And a reminder of how empty his stomach was right now… Part of his mind started thinking he was insane for even considering what he was about to say, but he felt a certain electricity building up through his body again as the rest of his mind felt an almost instinctual pull to what he would say next as he momentarily spat out that grey footpaw.

“Mac…”

The wolf, still panting with a hand loosely gripping his member, tilted his head questioningly. “Yes, coach?”

The big, red boar leaned forward, pressing his belly down against the wolf’s front again, applying a bit of pressure to the kid’s hand and crotch. That dome of a gut gave a rather loud, demanding growl as its owner quietly but deathly seriously said “I – I want you. Not just your amazing ass, or your adorable feet – ALL of you. Do you understand me, Taylor MacIntyre?”

The two men locked eyes, and Mac could feel a sheer primal energy coming from the boar’s gaze and piercing into his own. His dick twitched at the thought of what coach must mean. That wasn’t possible was it? The boar desperately needed something right now, though, realistic or not, and the wolf’s heart started racing again at even the thought of someone dominating him so thoroughly like that, or just dominating him in general… “…yes, coach” he whispered back.

The boar said nothing, and didn’t even break eye contact with the wolf, as he pushed both of the younger man’s legs forward and between the two of them, enough to bring his two ankles together in front of his now-rumbling belly… In one sense, he had absolutely no clue what he was doing, a small but ignored part of his brain screaming at him to not even attempt what he was about to do, but he had let his body take control of this whole situation quite a while ago and it still seemed quite sure of itself as he opened his mouth again and lowered it down around the wolf’s paws, engulfing them entirely in his mouth.

Mac had already experience have one whole foot in the boar’s maw, but it was an utterly wild sensation to him having both in there, especially when his toes teased the back of his coach’s mouth, and it simply opened and tugged his toes down, while more of his legs slid past the bigger man’s lips at the same time… Almost unconsciously, his hand started working over his own member once again. Somewhere in his brain, his fight-or-flight response was trying to trigger, but his wiring to submit to a bigger, stronger man was far stronger, and it was turning him on surprisingly well.

The boar eased his spent member out of the wolf’s ass as he necessarily pulled his hips back while his head slowly made its way down the wolf’s legs. His neck was already stretching out with the wolf’s ankles in a way he would’ve thought was impossible had he not been in the process of doing it in real time. His lips made it down to the kid’s knees, and he started getting a good whiff of his star player’s musk emanating from that jockstrapped crotch. His meal was enjoying this as much as he was… His meal? Was that already how his brain was thinking? He pushed the question aside as his body told him he needed to straighten back up again. He reached forward and moved the kid’s hands to his own shoulders, implying for the younger male to help as his hands then gripped the kid’s hips and lifted.

Almost instinctively, the wolf braced himself up on the boar’s shoulders as he was easily hoisted into the air, his thighs momentarily parallel to the floor, at least until they too would surely start sliding down his coach’s throat. Was he really already resigned to what was happening to him? Was it even a resignation, or… anticipation? He member, quite erect and now freely bobbing in the air not far from the boar’s nose and feeling the hot wafting of each of the boar’s breaths, certainly seemed to suggest the latter possibility.

The boar’s full focus now was on getting the tasty wolf in his mouth down into his groaning gut, with each swallow tugging several centimeters more down into his body. He did get slightly distracted from that goal, though, as he approached the wolf’s hips. The lupine’s musk coming from his balls was right at the boar’s nose now, plus his tongue began tasting his own seed on the wolf’s rump as well. He decided to have a little bit of fun and see what would happen when those hips passed his broad teeth fully, and his tongue ventured to prod at the young man’s used hole.

Mac moaned as he felt that muscle work its way between his tender cheeks and toy at his ring back there. Without thinking, he took one hand off of his coach’s shoulders and jammed it right past those plush lips so he could start pawing himself off again.

The corners of the boar’s mouth perked up a bit as he smirked around his horny player, and he set his tongue to work teasing that well-used hole until the wolf finally tensed up with his own climax. The extra flavors Mac added to himself, in addition to the feeling of his meal shuddering in his mouth and throat, reinvigorated the boar’s feeding drive, and he began swallowing vigorously again, tilting his head toward the ceiling to let gravity help as more and more of Mac disappeared. Right as the wolf breathed out that one big sigh at the end of coming down from his climax and started going limp, he was consumed all the way up to his neck, the boar not letting his meal flop unnecessarily and make the last of his feeding any harder.

At this point, Mac’s feet were already standing on the floor of his coach’s stomach, the little amount of chyme currently there already starting to tingle his footpads a bit as the liquid level started to grow. Part of his brain was screaming at him to do something to resist, as that tingling was the precursor to being digested, but… he found he didn’t seem to care. Satisfying his coach was all he wanted to do as he felt those powerful throat muscles ripple around his entire body again, pulling his head further into that maw. The boar’s meaty tongue was now lapping at his forehead as he could only stare at the ceiling as the older man’s tusks came into his view… A moment later, his whole field of vision was lined with big, flat teeth and plush lips… That tongue slipped forward to press in on his nose, and then his world went black as his coach sealed him away.

Part of the boar’s mind wanted to savor the last of his star player, but his body was intent on filling his gut and kept swallowing. A moment later, his mouth opened with a light sigh, the wolf’s head being quickly pushed down his neck, soon to join the rest of him crammed into the caustic confines of the boar’s gut. The older man took a moment to look down at his bulging midsection, and… it actually wasn’t that obvious he had an entire other person in there? If you knew how he looked before and waited to see some odd bulges moving here and there, sure, you could actually tell – but he was already a bulking and somewhat portly man, so his gut, while quite huge at the moment, didn’t look entirely different than it did before.

He prodded at his gut a bit to see how the kid was reacting. He got a gentle push back, signaling there was still life in there and it wasn’t really struggling at all. He then belched lightly, tasting the wolf once again, and licked his lips. Part of his brain was absolutely aghast at what he had just done and what fate he had doomed his star player to… But almost all of him was instead feeling that this whole situation just felt “right”. He was big and powerful. The kid was ripe and willing. Of course this was what exactly what was supposed to happen. That primal instinct at the back of his mind almost growling in deep satisfaction at a “successful rut and hunt”.

He looked around the locker room as his gut churned loudly around his meal. Two gym bags and four sets of clothes were still strewn around. The boar waddled over to the two sets of clothes by Mac’s open locker, his junk swaying freely beneath that bloated belly, and pushed both sets and the wolf’s gym bag into the locker. He then got the kid’s lock out, closed the locker, and locked it up permanently now that no one knew the code to that lock. He was certainly going to miss his star player, both as a person and as a key piece on the court, but relationships and friendships were passing things naturally and it was just an adult rec league after all. Right now, his belly was sending his brain so many positive signals that it seemed more than worth it. He then went to his own locker and only pulled out his fresh shorts – his shirt certainly wouldn’t fit anymore, and he didn’t want to try squeezing into his briefs, but the shorts were gonna be fine. He could also at least wear his jacket unzipped so his top was at least mostly covered.

A couple minutes later, and he was passing the community center’s front desk and letting the cute ocelot there know he was the last one out, stifling another tasty belch as he passed. The cat glanced a little at the boar’s big exposed red belly and clearly commando shorts, but only in a way that seemed surprised at the exhibition instead of worried about anything untoward, and instead just acknowledged the boar’s words and began the close-up procedure. The coach was back at his car outside in no time, squeezing in as best he could with his bigger-than-usual midsection. He was already starting to feel the beginning of his descent into a food coma, so getting home for a good rest was high on his mind now. “Heh, looks like you got me quite a good dinner after all, Mac,” he teased, rubbing over his belly to guess the state of the wolf inside. It was still relatively lumpy, but not quite as sharply defined as before, and certainly no movement any more… His stomach was full of nothing but a giant hunk of meat and bone at this point, and it was relishing its opportunity to reduce even that down to an unrecognizable nutritious slurry. The boar savored another wolf-flavored belch and drove home to flop right into bed and let his gut get to work, serenading him to sleep with a chorus of gurgles, groans, cracks, and pops.

The next morning, his midsection was much softer and almost back down to its original (still quite large) size, though still with some telling lumps inside. He certainly didn’t feel the need for breakfast – probably wouldn’t need to eat again at all for another day or two – but he still got his morning coffee. Sitting at his dining room table with mug in hand, one massive belch suddenly rocketed its way up his throat, and with it flew out the half-digested remains of his dinner’s jockstrap, which landed with a wet splat right in the middle of the table. The boar stared at it for a moment, then smirked and decided to leave it there for now as a bit of a trophy. The kid had been a damn good lay… Arguably even better than his current girlfriend. She likely would have way too many questions if she saw the acid-pocked jockstrap on the middle of the table… so why should she even need to see it? Maybe it was time for this boar to drop her and become a single bi stud and chase some new tail each weekend. The thought prompted a stirring in his loins, and he settled on the idea right then and there.

And maybe, just maybe, he could have a few more shockingly satisfying meals along the way… He picked some wolf fur out of his teeth and got up to continue on his normal Saturday routine.