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Trent felt the leopard's paws on his hips, positioning him. “Turn around, paws on the floor slut." He added, wiggling the phone in his paw for emphasis. "Oh, and hike that tail up like the bitch we all know you are. I'm sure Hamza here wants to see you make that hole dance."

Trent felt himself flush with shame and anger, but he complied. He'd already crossed a moral line or two, and with that video on Collin's phone, he had no leverage. He sighed as he slowly turned, presenting his backside to the two, wiggling his rump from side to side. When he was fully facing away from them he hiked his tail up and flex his muscles making his sphincter contract, he heard Hamza gasp.

"Damn, look at him," the leopard growled. "That little pucker looks like it could squeeze out a diamond with how full of shit you are. Pfft, Mr. High and Mighty is just looking to get fucked. See Hamza, he's just an omega masquerading as an alpha. Bet you've never had anything in that tight ass of yours, have you, Mr. By-the-Book? Though with how you're acting, I think you've spent many a night wishing your hole would be filled"

Trent remained silent, his jaw clenched choking back whatever retort he was about to spit out. His ears pressed flat against his skull as he felt the leopard's paw stroke down his back, following the line of his spine to the base of his tail.

"Answer me," Collin demanded, giving his tail a sharp tug.

"No," Trent managed through gritted teeth. "I haven't."

"Well, we're about to change that," the leopard laughed.

Trent could feel his heart in his throat and his life crumbling around him, but if he hadn't stopped the leopard up until this point, he couldn't see how he could do it now. Part of him still couldn't believe this was happening, or that the smirking feline really intended to do what he seemed determined to do. Even buck naked with his knees and paws on the floor, Trent couldn't believe he'd go through with it, but when he felt a fist tighten around the base of his tail and yank it up, reality set in pretty quickly.

“Next time lift this fucking thing higher or I'm going to pull your ass up by it and fuck you that way. Now arch your back and push that ass out. Show Hamza what a bitch eager for a breeding looks like…" the big cat instructed, but all Trent could do was to grit his teeth and do as he said.

“C'mere kid, and get a good look at the 'before' picture, 'cause you're not gonna recognize that tight little bitch-pussy once I'm done with it…" he heard Collin say, and wasn't all that surprised when the buck did as he was told, almost feeling the young elk's stare as he took in the sight of his exposed anus before Collin defiled it. The warm breath of the young elk against his exposed fur made Trent flinch.

"I've never seen one wink like that." Hamza whispered, his voice a mixture of fascination and uncertainty.

"Get a good look," Collin purred, his voice dripping with malicious pleasure. "This is what power looks like. Our uptight wolfy here isn't so high and mighty now, is he?"

“What's it gonna look like after?" the elk asked.

Trent felt a sudden pressure on his exposed hole, making him jerk in surprise. The cold shock of the sudden touch was followed by the press of a thick digit against his entrance.

"Relax," Collin commanded, though his tone suggested he didn't actually care if Trent was comfortable. "The more you fight it, the more it'll hurt."

Trent bit his lip to keep from making a sound as the leopard's digit pushed insistently against his resistance. His body tensed, fighting the intrusion. The wolf shook his head side to side, refusing to give in.

"Welp, have it your way." The leopard said shrugging his shoulders. “You wanted to see what happens when you have the right attitude?" Collin asked, turning to the young elk. “Well, now his body's primed to take a good dicking, even if his mind doesn't know it yet. If you think he's been nice and obedient now, just wait. Once I break him in he'll raise this goddamn tail whenever a real male looks at him…" the leopard insisted, yanking the fluffy appendage even higher up. Trent gave a yelp as his hips were hauled up by his tail. The large wolf was on all fours, buck naked and with the only thing that could preserve some modesty securely in the big cat's grip.

When something wet and warm pressed against the patch of pink skin under his tail, Trent went still as a statue, his muzzle falling open and his vision losing all focus as his brain refused to process what was happening to him. And what was about to. He felt the tip of the leopard's cock press against his pucker before abruptly stopping. Some part of Trent instinctively clenched. The wolf squirmed from side to side, unable to escape Collin's grip but he was not going to let this feline easily enter him. The leopard smirked before he prodded again, with the same response.

“See how he's trying to keep me out?" Collin pointed out to Hamza. “Here's the trick to get the fun part started."

Collin spat into his free paw, smearing the saliva across his length and then against the wolf's tightly clenched entrance. "You've gotta relax them, get them nice and wet. If they're tensed up, you need to..." He gave Trent a sharp slap across one ass cheek. The wolf's body jerked at the sudden pain, his muscles momentarily loosening. Collin's tip almost breached, but Trent squeezed down just in time to keep his assailant out.

Switching tact the leopard reached around and wrapped his paw around Trent's sheath, squeezing it firmly and beginning to stroke. Despite his revulsion, the wolf's body responded. Both of his knees splayed a little farther apart and his lupine cock slid out inch by inch as Collin worked him.

"You see," Collin explained to Hamza, "you gotta keep them on their toes"

Trent bit back a growl as the leopard's expert manipulation sent unwanted waves of pleasure through his body. He hated how his hips instinctively pushed back, how his cock stiffened in the feline's grip.

"That's it," Collin purred, his paw trailing down the length of his captive's cock. The spotted cat ran his clawtip around the base of Trent's knot doing small circles. He slowly continued lower, gently tugging on Trent's sack. "Good bitch." Followed by a sharp slap to the other cheek, causing the big wolf to yip. “When they're distracted by pleasure, they forget to resist."

The leopard waited for Trent's guard lowered, the moment when his sphincter relaxed after the instinctive contraction from the slap. Collin thrust forward, the barbed head of his cock pushing past the wolf's tight ring. Trent yelped, a sound he'd never made before, as the burning sensation of being breached overwhelmed him. Trent felt as if he'd been impaled. The leopard's cock slammed into him with a burning stretch that sent shockwaves of pain through his entire body. His claws scraping against the floor as he tried to pull away, but Collin's grip on his tail and hip held him firmly in place.

"Fuck!" they both gasped one in pain, the other in pleasure. The leopard growled appreciatively. "Tight as a virgin. There goes your cherry, bitch!" the large feline almost purred out, forcing more of his cock in even as Trent's body struggled to adjust to what was already lodged in. “First time always hurts," the leopard chuckled, pushing deeper. "But trust me, you'll be begging for it soon enough."

Trent whined, trying to pull away, but Collin's grip on his tail kept him from getting too far. The leopard would let him pull off an inch or two before he yanked the wolf back onto cock and held him firmly in place. "Stop," Trent gasped, the word barely audible. His professional facade had completely crumbled, replaced by raw, animal panic.

Hamza watched with wide eyes, his own erection throbbing in his hoof as he witnessed Trent being claimed. Their faces couldn't have been more different. The wolf's face was a mask of pain and humiliation, his professional demeanor completely shattered. While Hamza's was of rapt curiosity as he started to stroke furiously at his length.

"Look at his face," Collin instructed Hamza, who moved around to see the wolf's expression. "See how his eyes are all glassy? That's what happens when they realize they're getting exactly what they needed all along."

Trent wanted to protest, to tell the young elk not to listen to this garbage, but all that escaped his throat was a strangled whine as Collin pushed deeper.

"Lesson two," Collin huffed, maintaining his brutal rhythm as Trent's body trembled beneath him. "Always make them remember who's in charge."

The leopard shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly Trent's yelp transformed into something else—a strangled gasp that the wolf couldn't suppress. A jolt of unwanted pleasure shot through him as Collin's cock brushed against something deep inside.

Trent bit his lip until he tasted blood, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. But his body betrayed him with each thrust, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs, dripping with pre despite the violation. Luckily, Collin hadn't noticed. He was too self-involved to feel the small spasm that went through Trent's body.

"Look at him now," Collin instructed Hamza, who was breathing heavily, his hooves working frantically at his own erection. "See how his back arches? How his tail's quivering? His body knows what it wants, even if his mind's still fighting it."

The leopard increased his pace, each thrust sending Trent rocking forward on his paws. The wolf's claws dug into the floor, leaving scratch marks as he struggled to brace himself against the relentless pounding. Every impact jolted through his body, forcing humiliating sounds from his throat that he couldn't control.

If you had asked Trent any time before this he would have confidently said he was happily married, had never been interested in men, or having anything under his tail. Even now he still couldn't believe he was on all fours, being watched by a teen as another male took him roughly, forcing the cock that had moments before been buried in his muzzle into his no longer virginal behind. His pucker burned at that thought. He winced as it was forced to stretch around the leopard's girthy shaft. It was no consolation to know that his own spit was providing the lubrication, that made it marginally easier for his body to accept what Collin seemed intent on forcing into it.

The wolf had always though he had a high tolerance for pain but it took every bit of willpower he had left to keep him from whimpering like a pup with a skinned knee as the feline shaft being forced into him got thicker with every inch Collin pushed in. He'd felt stretched to his limit when the tip had plunged past his pucker, but as the big cat kept forcing himself inside the lupine behind he could only hope he could take the whole thing without injury. Trent at least could take solace that even though there were random jolts of pleasure, his length had mostly retreated back into its holster.

The grip on his tail was painful and demeaning but it also served to give the other male leverage, and he could feel the leopard pulling back on it even as he pushed in. Trent wasn't sure if Collin didn't realize how bad this hurt or if he was actually enjoying it, determined to see if he could get another cry out of the muzzle the wolf was clenching shut.

“Fuck, he's a tight one. C'mon wolfy, just a few more… there!" the big cat growled, giving one last push that had stars swimming in front of Trent's eyes, but that had also apparently served to drive the last of the feline cock into his ass.

“Here, take my phone will you? I want wolfy to see what he looked like getting fucked by a real male." The leopard said, and after he did Trent could feel the now free feline paw move to his hip. He could hear and to his disgust feel the feline purr through the throbbing length now sheathed inside him.

He wasn't sure if Collin was savoring having his cock buried under his tail, or if the leopard was actually trying to be considerate and give him time to adjust. On one paw he certainly wasn't eager for any more pain, let alone an embarrassing injury, but he also wanted for this to be over as soon as possible. And he had little doubt about how it would end, a thought that made his ears fold and his stomach turn.

“So, um… are you're really gonna…?" Trent heard the young buck beside him ask, not hiding his fascination with the way the leopard managed to get him on all fours and stick his cock up under his tail.

“Fuckin' right! If you think he's docile now, wait until I've blown my load in this tight ass. I've had virgins before, and they're never the same after they've felt someone bust a nut inside them…" The leopard promised, his words still stuck in the wolf's head even as his barbed shaft began to slide out of his sore behind.

The barbs weren't really big enough to hurt, or at least not to hurt more than having his ass forcefully impaled by the actual shaft, but they did make the leopard's slow withdrawal feel a lot more intense. Trent kept his jaw clenched shut, worrying about what sort of noises he'd make if he lost concentration. But even that couldn't entirely stifle his grunt when the cat mounting him suddenly reversed direction, shoving the entire length back in until he could feel a heavy, fuzzy sack pressed against his own.

True to his word, Collin began to breed him. Even with his ears folded the wolf wasn't spared hearing the other male grunt and growl lustily, savoring the sensation of a tight lupine pucker clinging to his cock, one paw still wrapped around Trent's tail as the leopard used the grip to pull the wolf's rear back every time he drove in.

As his body adjusted to the violation and pain faded into discomfort, another sensation began to creep in with every plunge the big cat made into the lupine behind. Trent tried to deny it, to convince himself it was all in his head, just a load of bullshit the leopard was spewing to manipulate the young elk and get his way.

"You ready for a real fuck now, bitch?" Collin purred, his claws digging into Trent's hips as he began to pull back. The barbs on his shaft caught on the wolf's inner walls, sending fresh waves of pain through his body.

"Please," Trent managed to choke out, not even sure what he was begging for anymore. For it to stop? For it to be over quickly?

"See that, Hamza?" Collin chuckled darkly. "Already begging for it."

The leopard began a slow, methodical rhythm, each withdrawal causing Trent to wince as the barbs scraped his sensitive passage, followed by a forceful thrust that drove the air from his lungs. The burning sensation gradually shifted into something else—not pleasure, Trent refused to call it that—but a strange fullness that made his own neglected cock throb between his legs.

Hamza moved around them, phone in paw, capturing every humiliating moment. The young elk's eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and arousal as he recorded Trent's degradation.

"You're gonna watch this later," Collin told Trent, increasing his pace. "Gonna see exactly what you look like with a real male breeding you."

Trent closed his eyes, trying to escape into the darkness behind his eyelids, but Collin grabbed his ears and yanked his head up.

"Eyes open, bitch. I want you to see yourself."

The leopard leaned closer and Trent felt the feline's hot breath against the nape of his neck. "Now for the fun part," Collin growled, slowly withdrawing his shaft until only the tip remained inside before thrusting back with a force that drove the air from Trent's lungs. As he thrust Collin reached forward and yanked on both of Trent's ears, riding him like one might ride a motorcycle.

Trent's eyes flew open, the painful grip on his ears forcing him to stare straight ahead. Hamza had positioned himself in front of them now, the phone's camera capturing every detail of Trent's face—the shame, the pain, and worst of all, the flickers of unwanted pleasure that crossed his features with each thrust.

"Look at that face," Collin growled, his breath hot against Trent's neck. "That's the face of a wolf who's finally found his place in the pack."

The pain was still there, but something else was beginning to happen—something that filled Trent with even greater shame. Each thrust now hit that spot inside him that sent electric jolts through his body. As Collin established a rhythm, the barbs on his cock dragged across a spot inside him that sent unexpected sparks of pleasure up his spine. The wolf bit his lip hard enough to draw little rivulets of blood, desperate to suppress any sound that might betray his body's unwilling response. But when he felt the tip of his own cock part the opening of his sheath and begin to slide out he knew there was no more hiding the fact from either himself or the other two males. Pre-cum dripped steadily onto the floor beneath him, forming a small puddle that only grew with each impact of the leopard's hips against his ass. He knew what a prostate was, but only now that the tip of Collin's cock was repeatedly jabbing at it did he realize just how intense this sort of stimulation could be.

"See?" Collin panted, nodding toward Trent's hardening member. "His mouth might lie, but his cock tells the truth."

“Holy shit, he's really getting hard! I can't believe he's actually enjoying this…" he heard Hamza exclaim, and saw the young elk angle the camera to catch a shot of the red shame emerging from his sheath. Hamza zoomed in on the wolf's erection, capturing the evidence of his body's traitorous response.

"Just wait, he's going to be dripping like a fucking faucet by the time I'm done with him," Collin growled, maintaining his brutal pace.

The leopard's prediction proved humiliatingly accurate. Despite every mental protest, Trent's cock continued to emerge fully from its sheath, the knot at its base beginning to swell. His body's betrayal was complete—his hips now moving almost involuntarily to meet each of Collin's thrusts.

"Look at that," the leopard taunted, reaching around to grasp Trent's now-rigid length. "Mr. Professional, getting hard while being fucked like a bitch in heat."

Trent tried to focus on anything else—the floor, the wall, even the pain—but the dual sensations of being filled from behind while Collin's rough paw stroked his cock was overwhelming. Each stroke sent waves of unwanted pleasure crashing through him.

"Look at that," Collin said to Hamza, who was now filming with rapt attention. "See how his tail's starting to relax? His body knows what it wants, even if his mind hasn't caught up yet."

Trent closed his eyes, trying to block out the humiliation of having the ambassador's son recording his violation. What made it worse was that his own cock remained traitorously hard, bobbing beneath him with each of Collin's thrusts.

"I think our straight-arrow wolf is enjoying himself," Collin taunted, reaching around to stroke Trent's length. "Feels good, doesn't it? Being put in your place?"

“Just like a good li'l bitch. Although he's still a little too uptight… not sure if we're gonna see him squirt today…" the leopard gloated, still not even winded despite the vigorous pace at which he was now humping into his unwilling mate.

The idea hadn't even occurred to him, but now that it was in Trent's head it was filling him with an entirely new dread. When the leopard had grabbed his tail he suspected what was to happen, but had hoped to endure it with some semblance of dignity. The idea that he might actually come from being fucked in the ass by the obnoxious feline was becoming less absurd with every inch of his shaft that slid from his increasingly snug sheath.

Trent knew he was very well endowed and although his experience with women was limited he'd never doubted his prowess. He knew what it was like- watching a female's face contort with pleasure as you pumped away between her thighs, moans and pleas ringing in your ears until you saw and felt the tremors of climax wrack their bodies. And when the shock faded and their eyes focused on you once again and you saw the way they were looking at you - equal parts awe and desire… He respected every female he was ever with but he knew full well the intoxicating sensation of having that sort of power over someone, and dreaded the thought of the leopard even now rutting his ass having that kind of hold on him.

But was that what was happening? Collin wasn't even his type. He was arrogant, crass, and everything Trent despised in a colleague. Oh yes, and he was MALE. Yet with each thrust, each graze of the leopard's cock against that spot inside him, his own shaft grew harder, pre-cum now dripping steadily onto the floor beneath him.

As the barbed feline cock continued to stroke that spot inside him, Trent could feel his resolve weakening. His hind legs trembled, not just from the strain of supporting his weight on all fours, but from the unwanted pleasure radiating through his body. His breaths came in short pants, his muzzle hanging open as he struggled not to vocalize.

"That's it," Collin growled, his rhythm becoming more forceful. "Give in to it."

Trent shook his head, a final act of defiance even as his cock throbbed beneath him, now fully emerged from its sheath. Pre-cum dripped from its tip, forming an ever growing puddle on the floor beneath him. If he was being honest with himself, it might as well be a lake that he was hovering over at this point.

"Look at that," Hamza whispered, zooming in with the phone camera. "He's leaking everywhere."

"Fuck, he's really getting into it now," Collin growled, speeding up his thrusts. "You watching this, Hamza? This is what happens when you show a stuck-up prick who's boss." The leopard's pace increased, each thrust now punctuated with a growl. "Gonna breed you proper, wolf. Gonna fill you up and make you mine."

Trent's eyes widened in panic. "No—not inside," he gasped, the last remnant of his pride making a desperate stand.

The leopard laughed, his grip on Trent's hips tightening painfully. "That's not how this works, wolf. You don't get to decide anything anymore."

"No," Trent managed to gasp, but his protest sounded weak even to his own ears.

"No?" Collin laughed, his claws digging deeper into Trent's hips. "Your ass is saying yes. Your cock is saying yes. Only your pride is saying no, and that's about to break."

The young elk moved closer, his own arousal evident as he continued filming. "I can't believe it," he breathed, zooming in on Trent's face. "He looks... different."

Trent wanted to protest, to deny the pleasure building inside him, but when he opened his mouth, only a strangled moan escaped. The sound shocked him more than anything else that had happened so far. It was unmistakably a sound of pleasure, and the moment it left his throat, he saw Collin's triumphant smirk widen.

“You know… with him on all fours taking a fucking like this… he does kind of look like a female…" Hamza said, his eyes glued to the toned lupine body as the leopard eagerly bred it.

“Yeah, and he's built like one to. Nice and slender… go on, have a feel." The leopard urged, and to the wolf's disgust he soon felt another pair of paws on him, roaming curiously over his body as if he was some sort of whore, his body paid for and rented.

Hamza's exploring hooves were tentative at first, barely grazing over Trent's tense muscles, but they grew bolder as the wolf showed no resistance. They felt the contours of Trent's chest and abdomen. Hamza's hooves traced the contours of Trent's back, sliding down his sides to feel the ripple of muscles beneath his fur. The wolf's muscles tensed beneath the touch, a mixture of shame and unwanted arousal coursing through him.

"That's it," Collin encouraged, slowing his thrusts to give the young elk better access. "Get a good feel. He's all yours now too."

Trent bit his lip until he tasted blood, trying to focus on the pain rather than the unwanted sensations coursing through his body. The elk's inexperienced touch was nothing like Collin's confident handling, but there was something about the gentle exploration that made Trent's skin prickle with goosebumps.

"His fur is so soft," Hamza murmured, his hooves continuing their journey across Trent's body. "And he's so... responsive."

As if to prove the point, Trent's cock twitched visibly when the elk's paw brushed against his chest, sending a fresh droplet of pre-cum to the growing puddle beneath him.

"Feel how firm he is here," Collin encouraged moving the elk's hoof to Trent's ass, resuming his relentless pace. "Nothing soft about him except where it counts."

The young elk's paws moved lower, brushing against Trent's engorged shaft. The wolf bit back another moan, his body betraying him further as a fresh bead of pre leaked from his tip.

"Can I..." Hamza began, his voice husky with excitement.

"Go ahead," Collin purred. "He's all yours too."

Trent felt the elk's digits wrap around his cock, the touch sending electric jolts through his system. His mind screamed in protest, but his hips bucked involuntarily, pushing into the young elk's grip.

"He's so hard," Hamza marveled, stroking experimentally.

"That's because he's finally getting what he's needed all along," Collin grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "A real male showing him his place. Size doesn't matter at the end of the day right? He's packing a nuke between his legs yet I'm the one that's fucking him. Also, what did I tell ya?" Collin grinned, resuming his rhythm. "Told you he'd love it. Pass me back the phone, I want to get a shot of his face when I really give it to him."

The leopard took the phone in one paw, his other still firmly gripping Trent's hip as he angled the camera. “All right, I think that's enough foreplay. Time to really ride this ass…" the big cat said, grabbing Trent's narrow hips with both paws as he doubled his already breakneck pace.

Having the leopard jackhammer at his ass was fresh agony, but Trent was almost grateful for it. Focusing on the pain kept him distracted from the humiliatingly pleasurable sensation of that spot inside him getting rubbed and poked by the feline cock. It didn't change the fact that his entire cock was out and hard, the red length swinging wildly and slapping his abs as the leopard humped away, breathing hard as he jackhammered the lupine behind without any restraint. Trent became aware of how messy and wet the noises from back there were getting, and he knew the feline cock was leaking inside him as his body involuntarily milked the barbed shaft. And with the slap of the leopard's heavy sack against his own, it was impossible to forget that the mess would get a lot worse before he was done.

They started spaced out at first, but as Collin's thrusts became more erratic Trent was letting out quiet moans. Even to his own ears the big wolf wasn't sure if they were from just the pain or the pleasure. The big lupine's eyes rolled back in his head every time Collin slammed into his prostate.

“Shhh, just enjoy it Agent Walker. Here, give me some loving to."

Trent barely registered what was happening before he felt Hamza's length pressed to his lips. He absently licked the tip before starting to suckle diligently on it.

The young elk gasped as Trent's mouth engulfed him, his hooves instinctively moving to grasp the wolf's head. The sensation of being pleasured by the same agent who made such a big fuss about rules and protecting him just hours earlier sent a visible shudder through Hamza's body.

"That's it," Collin encouraged, never slowing his brutal pace. "Take both ends like the good bitch you are."

Trent's mind had fractured into competing impulses—disgust, shame, and a horrifying undercurrent of arousal that refused to be silenced. The taste of the elk's pre-cum filled his mouth as he worked the shaft mechanically, his body rocking back and forth between the two males using him.

"Fuck, I'm getting close," Collin growled, his claws digging deeper into Trent's hips. "You ready to take a real male's seed, wolf?"

Trent tried to pull off Hamza's length to protest, but the elk's grip tightened, forcing him to stay in place. All he could manage was a muffled whine around the shaft in his mouth.

“Say goodbye to your manhood wolfy, 'cause from now on you're my… BITCH!" the leopard said, growling the last word out as he drove himself in almost hard enough to knock Trent over. The wolf felt the leopard's entire body tense, his claws digging into his hips as a guttural roar tore from Collin's throat.

The moment he felt the cock sheathed in his ass throb the wolf closed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the grunting of the feline behind him as the first rush of leopard-spunk shot from his tip and deep into the broken wolf's body. The wolf felt the leopard's cock seem to swell inside him, followed by a hot rush of liquid. Collin's grip on his hips tightened painfully as the feline's entire body went rigid, his claws digging into Trent's flesh as he emptied himself with a triumphant roar. Trent could feel each pulse of the feline's shaft as hot seed flooded his insides, marking him in the most primal way possible.

"Oh fuck!" Collin growled, his hips jerking with each pulse of his climax. "Take it all, bitch!"

Trent could feel the leopard's seed flooding him, hot and viscous, filling him in a way he'd never imagined possible. The sensation was alien and degrading, yet his own traitorous cock throbbed in response. Of all the humiliations he'd been forced to endure – striping in front of the two, sucking the leopard's cock as he leered at him, having his tail lifted and his pucker speared… all of those combined didn't match the feeling of utter despair and helplessness he felt as the leopard emptied those heavy nuts inside him, purring as his thick hot seed flowed into the male under him.

"Fuck yeah," Collin panted, grinding his hips against Trent's backside, ensuring every drop of his essence remained inside the wolf. "Bred like a proper bitch. That's what you needed all along."

Trent closed his eyes, trying to block out the reality of what had just happened. He'd been claimed, bred like a female by another male—and worse, his body had responded. His own erection remained painfully hard, bobbing between his legs as Collin's seed leaked around the leopard's still-embedded shaft.

The flood of feline spunk seemed to last forever; his pucker still tight enough around the leopard's throbbing shaft that Trent was forced to take every drop. He felt bloated, beaten and used in every sense of the word as the big cat finishing his climax inside him ground his hips against his violated behind. Just as he thought he couldn't sink any lower, Trent realized the whole time he was getting bred, he never stopped messily sucking Hamza off.