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Ah to be in their shoes once again... Warren watched as the trio shifted and grunted among the back row of lockers, one hand firmly wrapped around his dick. Three of his best players, venting pent up aggression and lust on each other thinking they were being subtle and secretive. It reminded the zebra of his own time in high school. Nick and Pat, the two more aggressive players on the team, seemed entirely in their own worlds while Mark, the scrawny deer wedged between them just looked like he was in heaven. Rough sloppy movements jostled him back and forth as his teammates went to town on either end of him, each focused only on getting themselves off rather than any kind of coordinated effort to boost each other’s climaxes. It made for rough, but undeniably hot, viewing. Warren stroked himself, not wanting to blow his load and reveal his presence, and watched as the fit young males fucked and sucked, already settled on a plan for what he was going to do when it was all over. Nick, a tall muscular wild dog finished first. Who could blame him though? Mark was a deer, and deer ass was impossible to resist for very long especially when it was getting pounded at the rate the canine was going at. Pat, a sleek but tightly muscled bull, followed moments later, forcing his dick down Mark’s throat as deep as he could get and, happily, getting a slim cum-stained muzzle eagerly try to bury itself into the folds of his swollen sheath in return. Mark, for all his harsh treatment, never showed any signs of being uncomfortable or in over his head. The deer chugged down his friend’s load and slurped his tongue over every inch as it was withdrawn while he wiggled his hips back against the canine behind him, goading more groans and growls from the lad. They were all a panting mess as the two larger males stuffed themselves away and left, while Mark seemed totally content to remain on the bench and bask in the afterglow, telling his friends he’d catch up with them in a bit. Now was the time. “Not going to ask how you unlocked this room after hours,” Warren stepped out of the shadows, smiling slightly as the deer jolted upright with a look of horror. “But we’re gonna have to figure out a little agreement if you want to keep doing it.” “M-Mr Warren, I’m sorry!” He scrambled to cover himself, but his clothes were still hanging up in his locker and he had nothing to hide behind. “W-we just...” The zebra’s large hand clamped down on the back of Mark’s neck, lifting him easily from the bench and pushing him towards an unmarked door set midway through the locker room. His dick was straining against the jock within his pants. Had he not been in the middle of a heart attack Mark might have seen the bulge and had some idea of what was happening. What was about to happen. Oh well. The door opened into Warren’s office; a neatly kept room with a large empty desk set in the middle. He shoved Mark down over it, keeping the hand on the back of his neck and leaning over the wriggling deer to huff into his ear. “You lot can keep using the locker room for whatever,” He started, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down his long powerful legs. “But there’s going to be a tax of a sort.” Mark had ceased his struggling, the gears turning in his head, his ears shooting upwards as the unmistakable heat of a fat equine cock pressed between his cum-soaked cheeks. “Yeah, that kind of tax.” He started pushing into the cervine, already stretching him more than his friend had been able to earlier with just the bulbous head, but held himself off from fully breaching the smaller male. He savoured the sight for a moment, but thought there was a better position for the deer to be in. Pulling back, he used his strength to roll Mark over onto his back, then grabbed the lad behind his knees to push his legs up to his chest. Seeing the chaotic mixture of emotions on the teen’s face; shock, fear, arousal, shame, sent a shiver through the zebra’s body as he lazily bobbed his cock up and down, side to side, in an attempt to zero in on his hole but in no particular rush. He wanted the student to get a good sense of the size of the dick that was about to split him open. Mark wasn’t talking. Wasn’t saying no. The student just so happened to be paralyzed with indecision, and Warren was more than happy enough to watch the little gears turning behind the deer’s eyes as he watched the pillar of ebony horsecock search for his pucker. Warren spread the boy’s legs a bit wider, finally finding slick purchase and started to grind himself forward. Delicious... He thought as the reality of what was about to happen finally dawned on the cervine. He felt the lad scoot back, or at least try to; his brain evidently deciding there was no way the zebra’s fat cock would ever fit inside him. “Probably happy riding Nick’s cock, huh?” He asked, holding the deer firmly in place as his mushroom head popped inside. Mark yelped as he was penetrated, his fingers almost carving grooves into the surface of the desk below as they tensed. “Pat’s cock’ll be maybe close to this big in a few years,” Warren continued, gyrating his hips and pushing himself deeper bit by struggling bit. “Gotta train to keep him happy, right?” Mark’s antlers cracked against the desk, the deer’s head dropping as the sensations of his coach starting to properly fuck him finally overwhelmed him and his body simply couldn’t maintain their strength. “You just want to take dick, don’t you?” The zebra leaned down, feeling his medial ring brush the deer’s toned backside. “Didn’t care a bit that those friends of yours don’t know how to tag team a bitch, so long as they were in you.” Warren bucked his hips harshly, burying his medial and several more thick equine inches and earning a wonderfully pained gasp from the boy below him. “You want Coach to fuck you better?” He asked, brushing his broad muzzle along the deer’s neck, savouring the smell of sweat and sex that had already soaked into the fur from his previous escapades. “You want to be split open by a real cock and someone who knows how to use it?” Mark was clearly trying to fight off the waves of discomfort and pain that were wracking his body as he was stretched beyond anything he had experienced before. His eyes were screwed tightly shut, his teeth were clenched, and his fingers were tugging and clawing at the edge of the table in an attempt to put even a bit of merciful distance between his ass and the zebra’s pelvis. Warren sat up and pulled his hips back, yanking almost his entire slick length from the lad in a matter of moments, making the deer’s eyes light up and filling the room with a shocked gasp. Plunging forward again, the looming zebra buried every inch back inside the youth just as fast. The noises the deer made as Warren repeated the action several times were like music to his ears. “You want to ride Coaches cock, fag?” He almost shouted down at the boy, hilting himself deep. “Y-yes!” Came the strangled reply, still laced with uncertainty and fear. “Beg me!” He snarled, his eyes never leaving those of the deer even as tears started to fill them and run down his cheeks. “Beg me for the fucking pleasure of giving you a proper ride!” “Pl-please...” He almost sounded like he was about to say ‘stop’. “Please Coach... Please fuck me... I need your big cock inside me!” “What are you?” Warren demanded, slamming himself into one of his star students faster and faster. “What the fuck are you?” “I’m your fuckboy!” The boy was starting to get it now. There was no more room for doubt or hesitation. “I’m a hole for Coach to fuck a load into! I’m here to be bent over and forced to take your cock and your cum and carry your fucking foals!” “Atta boy!” Warren didn’t need to hold the deer’s legs up anymore; Mark was doing it himself with one slender arm while his free hand gripped the edge of the desk in an effort to keep his body stationary to meet the equine’s overwhelming thrusts. He was holding himself wide open so that Warren could slam into him even more harshly than before, the zebra reaching up to grip his desk on either side of the student’s head. The office was drowning in the wet slaps and sloppy squelches as his ebony pillar speared back and forth into the cervine’s badly abused hole. Precum soaked Mark’s backside, soaking his tail and running in rivulets down the front of the desk. When they came, they didn’t so much cum together as the massive zebra simply fucked Mark hard enough to force his orgasm. The youth’s entire being was trembling and overwhelmed, his flat stomach bulged as every wet twitching inch of horsecock was hilted inside him to pump rope after thick rope of seed into his bowels. Warren closed his eyes as it all happened, his pelvis and thighs soaked in his own seed as it became too much to pump into the smaller male beneath him. He didn’t care. When he finally did open his eyes, he grinned darkly down at Mark. “Just the start, kid,” He rumbled, hissing in satisfaction as his cock began to soften enough to flop free of the deer’s gaping hole. “This weekend is gonna be even better.”