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No one could ever say that Frank Haskin wasn’t a devoted man, both to his career as well as his beloved wife, Linda. So how did he come to find himself in such a precarious position? Well, you see, it’s like this. Frank suffers with anxiety, an anxiety which he has never had diagnosed, or rather, an anxiety he was too ashamed to have diagnosed. Frank was raised in a classic “boys don’t cry” household, so admitting he even had feelings was a no-go area for the German Shepherd.

It wasn’t until his late teens and early adulthood that Frank Haskin would stumble upon the miracle of CBT. Or in his early years, pot, weed, the good old mountain cabbage, or even his good friend Mary Jane. But no matter what he called it, it was the only thing that gave his high-strung nerves a chance to relax, and for a short while he felt normal. Of course, in his mind, drugs were just as bad, if not worse than admitting any sort of mental illness. But it was the lesser of two evils, one which helped him control his internal monster.

All through his life, right up until he became a professor at the university, Frank would sneak away to have a quick toke or two. Most people assumed he just smoked tobacco, given his penchant for mints and gum, along with his proclivity for an excess of cologne. But all that was just a front to hide the telltale stench of his vice. He had gotten so adept at hiding his crutch that even his loving wife didn’t know he partook of the classic Mary Jane.

Frank could’ve lived a quiet and peaceful life until he retired, but fate didn’t have that in store for him. With the economy turning bad, housing began to become a real issue for more students as the university could no longer afford to keep all their boarding establishments going. In a last-ditch effort to try stave off the growing mountain of debt, it was decided to let students rent the unoccupied houses in the staff neighborhood, but only the rich students whose parents would have no problem ensuring their precious children had a good roof over their head while they studied away from home.

Unfortunately for Frank, the wealthy student he had the displeasure of being saddled next-door to were Caleb Rockwell and his almost as equally abhorrent lacky, Chad. The two equines were like rotten peas in the pod, both with similar spoiled rich upbringings which had left them with an air of arrogance and superiority. Their families had the money to back up their attitudes as well, no problem the two young stallions ever faced couldn’t be resolved with a simple “do you know who I am?”

If just living next-door to the two spoiled brats wasn’t bad enough, the news that Caleb and Chad intended on turning their house into a fraternity only made things worse. Already they held loud parties almost nightly, if they managed to get their frat idea off the ground, there would be no end to the constant noise.

Frank was right on the verge of tenure too; it was so close he could taste it. But even that started to feel like it wasn’t worth putting up with living next-door to the pony express. Even with earplugs in and a pillow over his head, Frank could feel the bass from the house next-door vibrating his teeth in his jaw. Linda had taken up using potent sleeping pills, a luxury he couldn’t afford as he wasn’t lucky enough to only have to work half days. Enough was enough, he couldn’t take it anymore. The lack of sleep was getting to the older canine, even his green five fingered friend wasn’t giving him much relief anymore.

Frank slipped his feet into his navy-blue slippers and donned his fluffy white robe over his white tee shirt and black boxers, to head over to confront the rich kids. As he trudged out across his lawn and across to theirs, he had to avoid a litany of empty beer bottles and other paraphernalia before he made it to their stairs. With a firm banging knock on their door, Frank stood on the front porch with his arms wrapped around himself to try ward off the cool night air.

When no one came to open the door for him, Frank tried the handle and found it unlocked. Normally he wouldn’t have entered without express permission, but right now he was tired, angry and very annoyed. When he stepped inside, he didn’t see anyone around, yet there were flashing lights and loud music blaring in the living room. Frank tried to yell out to get Caleb or Chad’s attention, but he couldn’t even hear his own voice over the music. Being so close to the source of the noise made his insides feel like jelly during an earthquake.

With a low growl, Frank made his way into the living room where the source of the loud music was coming from. After staring at the hi-tech stereo for a moment and not seeing a way to turn it off, Frank reached around behind it and simply pulled the power cord from the wall socket. It felt like he had suddenly gone deaf as he was cast into immediate silence, something he hadn’t heard in weeks and had forgotten what it felt like.

“Dude, what the fuck?” an angry Caleb shouted as he stormed into the living room, with a can of beer in hand and wearing nothing more than a pair of skull and cross-bone boxers, along with a rather obvious tent in them too. A rather timid stag Frank recognized from the debate team followed close behind but stopped at the door as he wiped his mouth suspiciously. Frank eyed the tall silver furred equine with disdain; he and Chad were the stereotypical well built musclebound jocks with the perfect teeth and hair. The bane of every normal students lives, having won the genetic lottery and having rich parents to boot.

“Enough is enough, Caleb. I need my sleep!” Frank growled at the young stallion with his hackles raised.

“So, you break into my house and trash my stereo? What the fuck, Frank?” the young Percheron stallion said while he openly glared at the older canine.

“That’s Professor Haskin to you” Frank growled, while trying to puff himself up and appear bigger than he was, but Caleb was already a head taller than him anyway. The horse was also better built on top of that, he looked like he lived in the gym, though being part of the football team, he practically did.

“Do you know who I am…Frank?” Caleb smirked at the old mutt, clearly not impressed by his display. The young stallion knew he was in the right here, even if he wasn’t, his father had enough money to make it so he was, regardless.

“Yes, a rich spoiled brat who has never been told ‘no’ a day in his life before. But I am here, now, telling you no. No more loud music, no more parties, no more!” the German Shepherd growled and stepped closer to Caleb but stopped dead in his tracks when the smug young brat held up his mobile phone and turned it to show Frank his screen.

“Wrong, I’m the one holding all the cards here, Frank. How would the tenure board view you purchasing drugs from a student, Frank? Does your wife even know you smoke pot, Frank?” Caleb drove his point home, using Frank’s first name again and again, to grind him down.

“Wh…what…” the canine began to stammer; there was no denying it was him. He could hear himself in one of the video clips, clear as day. The video was high quality too; he could even make out his wedding ring as he reached for the bag of weed.

“What do I want? No, Frank. This is more about what you want, you want your tenure, right?” Caleb smirked at the old dog as he nodded dumbly, unable to tear his gaze away from the images before him. “Good, then I think we can make a deal. Ten inches for tenure…” the horse uttered matter-of-factly to the smaller canine standing before him.

“Excuse me?” Frank asked in confusion, Calebs words instantly snapped him out of his panic induced fugue.

“You heard me, ten inches for tenure” Caleb said again, only this time he tugged the front of his boxers down over his bulge and let his thick ten inches of ebony hued flesh flop out into the open. As one would expect of an equine, the length was decently thick and intimidatingly long. Caleb wasn’t exaggerating when he said ten inches either, but he failed to mention that it was also almost as thick as the beer can in his other hand.

“You can’t be serious….” Frank balked and glared at the young petulant horse. “I’m not gay…and besides, I’m a married man!” the mature German Shepherd growled again at the smugly grinning stallion before him.

“Oh, I am, Frank. Deadly serious, not only will you swallow ten inches, but you’ll take it like a prison bitch too. At least you will…if you want tenure and for me not to show these videos to Linda, of course” he grinned at the old dog smugly.

“I…what…I can’t…” Frank growled and tried to look around for an escape, but he couldn’t think of one. It was one thing to risk losing his tenure, but if he showed those photos and images to Linda, it would probably be the end of his marriage. She was his everything, the love of his life, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. She was more precious to him than even his getting tenure, he just couldn’t risk losing her.

“Time is ticking, Frank. You have ten seconds to either get down on your knees and start sucking my dick, or I am going to forward these clips to every single email address on the university server” Caleb said cooly while waving his phone threateningly at the smaller canine. “Ten…nine…eight…” the young stallion began to count, ramping up the pressure as his finger hovered over the share button on his screen.

“Fuck!” Frank yelped and dropped to his knees before shuffling over to Caleb. But it wasn’t enough to just kneel before the horse, Caleb continued counting every second his cock remained unsucked. Frank did it, he opened his mouth and stuffed the horses flared tip between his lips and began to suck. His cheeks burned in shame while his ears lay flat against his head, it might not have been as bad if it wasn’t for the young stag still watching nervously from the doorway perhaps.

“Good boy, Frank” Caleb mocked as he reached down to pet the old canine behind the ears demeaningly, as if he were just some kind of pet performing a simple trick.

Frank growled as the young upstart treated him like a pet, but then he supposed, right now he was. He didn’t have a choice in the matter, he had to do what Caleb told him to, or his life as he knew it would be destroyed. Reluctantly Frank sucked on the slowly stiffening horse prick, which caused Caleb to huff and snort while he bucked lightly into his professor’s maw. Soon Frank tasted his first ever shot of precum against the back of his throat when the horse got a little too excited.

“Dude! Is that Professor Haskin sucking your dick?” Chad asked when he suddenly appeared around the corner, laughing when he saw the old dog kneeling before his friend and sucking him off. Frank had forgotten about Chad, hell, he’d even forgotten about the stag from earlier whom had been watching from the doorway the entire time too as he had sucked Caleb to full and eager stiffness by now.

“Yeah, he’s not such a bad cocksucker. A bit more practice and he’d be right up there with your sister!” Caleb teased the white Lipizzaner stallion.

“Fuck you, Caleb. No one is better at sucking cock than my sister” Chad replied with a grin, making Frank’s ears perk in confusion. Surely not…no…but then again, some of those really wealthy families did have some really strange traditions.

“He’s taking ten inches for tenure…both ends” Caleb offered with a knowing grin. Frank’s blood ran cold, it was bad enough if he had to do so for just Caleb, but if Chad joined in at the same time? Already his tail was trying to curl between his legs at the thought, not that it would help.

“You don’t say…pledge, get the lube” Chad shouted over at the stag still watching from the doorway. Frank couldn’t help but notice the look of relief on the stag’s face as he scampered away to retrieve the lube for Chad. Clearly, he was used to being in the same position as part of his pledge hazing, which made Frank even more worried.

The stag came back in an infuriatingly quick amount of time and handed the tube of lube to Chad. Frank hadn’t stopped sucking Caleb’s cock in that time either, the horse had even started to guide his maw back and forth along his length even to help the old dog swallow his first ten inches. It was almost enough to distract Frank from feeling his fluffy white robe being flipped up over his back before his boxers were tugged down about his thighs to expose his behind.

“Not such a bad ass for an old dude” Chad commented with a firm swat of his palm against Frank’s bare backside, hard enough to leave a red imprint beneath his black and tan fur. The sting of the smack made his eyes water, but it was nothing in comparison to how rough the horse began to work him open soon after. He could see the stag’s knowing look as he watched the two horses manhandle and abuse the old dog, especially with the two thick fingers coated in barely enough lube as they pried his virgin behind open. Chad was nowhere near as gentle as Frank would have liked, though he would have liked not to have fingers up his ass, he unfortunately had no choice in the matter. The old dog began to feel sorry for any women the young stallion would date and no doubt get intimate with, if the way he was pumping his fingers beneath Frank’s tail was any indication, he would be terrible at pleasuring a woman with them.

“Keep growling, feels nice on my dick” Caleb mocked when Frank started to growl from the rough fingering beneath his tail. Chad was not being gentle in the slightest, which again made him worry, if he was struggling to take just the fingers of the young horse, how would he handle more? Even when the idiot thought to add more lube to his fingers finally and subsequently Franks asshole, it still didn’t help much.

“How’re you liking being fingered like a slut, Frank?” Chad leaned down to ask mockingly of the old dog, just as he sunk a third finger into his professor. Of course, Frank couldn’t respond, he just screwed his eyes shut tight and growled louder as his behind was prepared for the inevitable. Suddenly the three fingers withdrew from under his tail, which provided momentary relief, but it wouldn’t last. Frank stared up into the handsome face of Caleb, whose smile under any other circumstances might have been reassuring, but that was not the case now.

Caleb was simply smiling because he was almost choking Frank on his cock, while his friend slowly forced another similar length beneath the old dog’s tail. He could feel how Frank was groaning and growling as his reluctant tail hole was forced wide to accept the equally as thick cock belonging to Chad. He couldn’t even escape it either, Chad had such a death grip about his waist, Frank found he couldn’t even wriggle or try crawl away. The young stallion showed off his sheer brute strength by simply tugging Frank’s hips back until his behind met Chad’s hips. Frank went wide eyed as he realized he had taken all ten inches of stallion up his ass, he had never felt so uncomfortably full before. But it was worse than that, the horse’s cock was so thick it was rubbing against his prostate. He knew it wasn’t a willing or conscious response, but even still, he couldn’t stop himself from blushing when he felt his own meagre by comparison cock slip free of his sheath and begin to pulse beneath his belly. Every time Chad moved or throbbed inside him, Frank’s own dick pulsed and spat small sticky strands of precum to the carpeted floor below.

“How’s his ass feel?” Caleb asked with a soft snort as he gave an encouraging buck into Frank’s maw, as he had stopped sucking when Chad had finally sunk himself balls deep under his tail.

“Not as good as your brother’s” Chad shot right back with a broad grin, while stirring his hips against their professor’s behind. Frank even felt the young bastard lift his tail and spread his cheeks to get a good look at how much he was stretching the old dogs tender pink asshole around his thick ebony shaft.

“I doubt it, that’s a prize-winning ass” Caleb replied, without denying the accusation. Again, it made Frank’s mind spin with the implications. Not that it helped his current situation though, he still had a decently thick and long equine dick straightening out his colon. Suddenly, Frank’s eyes went wide when he felt a hand reach beneath his belly and grasp at his stiff cock.

“Hah, knew it…prof likes it up the ass” Chad said mockingly as he began to stroke the older canine’s cock. “Tell you what, teach…if you can hold out and not cum for five minutes, we’ll let you go” the handsome white horse with his pink nose offered with a knowing grin.

“Pledge, start a timer for five minutes” Caleb demanded of the stag still standing in the doorway. The pledge quickly vanished for a couple of seconds before returning with his mobile phone and after a moment, he showed the timer had been started. “Or…if you can make us cum in that time as well, we’ll let you go” Caleb decided to add on as an afterthought.

Frank didn’t know what to do, he could either try hold out or try make them cum. As soon as Chad started moving though, he knew the first option wasn’t even an option really. Chad was pumping his cock beneath his belly at a rapid pace, but the young stallion’s own thick cock was pulverizing Frank’s prostate with every stroke a well. He wasn’t an idiot; Frank could already feel his balls starting to ascend up against his groin. He wasn’t going to last two minutes of this, let alone five. His only choice was to try to get the two studs to climax within the five-minute window with any luck.

Frank huffed and began sucking for all he was worth; he tried to remember any tricks Linda had used on him during all their years together to get Caleb off. Only he found it damned hard to concentrate with Chad hammering away at his ass, making his tail hole ache from being so stretched and his length rubbing back and forth against his sensitive pucker constantly. Within the first minute, Frank could feel the small strands of sticky precum turn into long, thick droplets of precum as the stud behind him broke in his backside properly. He was being bred like a bitch, there was no denying that, but at least the ache of taking his first dick was starting to die down. Though the constant clapping of Chad’s hips against his behind was a constant reminder of time ticking away before he would lose their challenge if he didn’t keep going.

“Damn, Frank…eager little slut, huh?” Caleb noted when he cottoned on to the fact that their canine captive was actually trying to suck him off now. “Three minutes left, big dog” Caleb noted with a broad grin as he let his professor suck and swallow his impressive length. Frank even dared to lift a hand and cup the horse’s heavy balls in an attempt to gently squeeze or coax his cum out, but it didn’t seem to be working. At most, all he got for his efforts was a thick shot of salty precum spattering against the back of his throat.

“Uh oh, looks like you lost that part of the bet” Chad announced a moment later with a laugh. He could feel how the canine’s cock throbbed and pulsed when his climax hit, his fingers just gripped tightly around Frank’s knot and began to squeeze a little. Frank felt like he was being milked like a goddamn cow with how Chad seemed to know how to handle his dick, which in turn made quite the mess beneath the German Shepherd kneeling between them.

Frank felt dirty, ashamed and used as his own cock betrayed him. Only his precious wife was meant to be the receiver of his seed, not being spilled on the dirty carpet of a wannabe frat house. Definitely not by being forced out of his balls by a rich spoiled kids cock up his ass either, but here he was, letting that very thing happen in order to preserve his marriage and his job. He couldn’t help but stare at his wedding ring as that hand cupped and fondled the other young stud’s heavy balls, while he tried his best to get Caleb to spill his seed as well.

The sound of the stag’s timer buzzing made Frank’s heart sink, he knew he hadn’t succeeded. The two upstarts had won, so they would keep abusing him for who knew how long. While Caleb grinned smugly down at him, Chad seemed to be picking up the pace as he rode his professor’s ass, literally. It didn’t take long before Frank understood why, with one final powerful thrust as he sheathed himself deep in the canine’s behind, Chad let loose a loud bay as his balls emptied deep inside his guts. Frank felt every strong throb and pulse, followed by a spurt of heat deep inside him as the young stallion came hard. It took what felt like ages before Chad finally stopped grinding and bucking against the canine’s behind, even longer still before he eventually withdrew his length from beneath Frank’s tail. Strangely, so did Caleb remove his cock from Frank’s maw, though not before he crudely slapped his professor across the muzzle with his spit slicked cock a few times.

“My turn, keep your tail lifted, professor bitch” Caleb smirked as he moved around behind Frank. At least his entry was a bit easier, thanks mostly to how rough Chad had been. The older dog’s pucker barely had any time to recover before another thick cock was stretching it wide open again.

Frank would have been worried about Caleb’s entry under his tail; except he had a new problem. Chad was now kneeling before him with an expectant smirk; his messy cock gripped in one hand as he waved it suggestively at Frank. Frank knew what he wanted, but he couldn’t, not after where and what that cock had just been doing. “I’m not asking” Chad muttered when Frank didn’t comply, he just reached out with his free hand and twisted the German Shepherd’s ear painfully. As soon as Frank opened his mouth to yelp, Chad sunk his slimy cock deep into the old dog’s maw. Frank wanted to hurl from more than just the thick cock hitting the back of his throat so suddenly, he could taste both Chad’s cum and the lube on his dick, but also his own ass. At least it was distracting him from Caleb getting well acquainted beneath his tail, somehow, he felt even thicker than Chad had.

Despite his recent climax, the way the thick cumvein along the underside of Caleb’s cock was sawing back and forth against his prostate with every thrust, Frank’s cock quickly returned to full rigidity. Even with the magic of those little blue pills he hadn’t been able to recover so fast before, yet here and now, his cock was rock hard again and once more dripping precum as if he were a horny teenager again. At least this time Caleb didn’t reach beneath him to play with his dick, for some reason that made this feel less humiliating somehow.

“Got another one in the tank, prof?” Caleb asked with malicious intent, just as he forced his cock to angle down and give an even more direct grind against the canine’s internal sweet spot. “Let’s see how those old shriveled up balls of yours handle this fucking” the horse snorted before he started to pick up the pace. Frank’s eyes went wide again, surely the bastard couldn’t be thinking to make him cum again so soon after his last one. But yes, that was exactly what Caleb wanted, and what Caleb wanted, he always got. Even without his parents’ money this time, the young horse wouldn’t accept being told no.

Frank whined and groaned as the young stud all but pounded his pucker at a rapid pace, which made Frank’s own cock bounce and sway wildly beneath his belly. This time, he had Chad grinning down at him smugly while he had the cum fucked out of him. It didn’t take nearly as long as he would have hoped it would, but before he knew it, Frank felt his balls clench and his cock pulse hard as another climax was forced from him. Though not as big and messy as his first orgasm, it was still more than he was usually able to produce on his second round. Again, the older canine felt ashamed that he had even been able to be made to cum again so soon, especially like this.

“Ha! I knew you were just a bitch” Caleb snorted when he felt the telltale contractions of the canine’s pucker around his cock each time his cock fired off another weak shot of cum down below. Luckily for Frank, however, Caleb wasn’t too far behind himself. Chad finally withdrew his softening cock from his professor’s maw, only to slap it across his face a few more times while he watched Caleb enter the last stretch of his fuck session. He knew what was coming, they had done this to enough pledges together to know each other’s tells. Sure enough, with one final rough thrust, Caleb hilted the old dog’s ass and began to add his own hot mess deep inside the married man.

By the time Frank eventually stumbled back home, the seat of his boxers was rather wet from all the cum he had dribbling from his well fucked ass. His evening was a complete bust; he hadn’t resolved anything and in fact just made it worse. Even worse than that though, they hadn’t even deleted all the evidence, so he was still under their thumb. If he didn’t let them use him to drain their balls at least once a week, his life would be ruined too. Things had just gone from bad to worse from there when he learned that that damned stag had recorded some of what had transpired, so now they had even more evidence to blackmail him with. Strangely though, by the time he crawled into bed beside his wife, Frank found his cock was hard again. He tried to ignore it, but it just wouldn’t go down, which meant he had to deal with it before he would be able to fall asleep. With a cursory look over at Linda to make sure she was still fast asleep, Frank started to pleasure himself beneath the covers. At first, he tried to picture fucking his beautiful wife, but that wasn’t enough. Soon his thoughts returned to earlier events, the feeling of taking his first cock, front and back. Despite himself, Frank found these thoughts to be the most exciting and soon his cum coated his fingers when he finally managed to reach climax. Before he would’ve just gone to the bathroom and washed his hands clean, but now, he raised his sticky fingers to his muzzle and simply licked them clean before laying his head down on his pillow and finally falling asleep. Perhaps tenure was worth ten inches after all.