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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country. All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM. ********************************************************************************** A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas. Authors note: This has been an idea which has been bouncing around in my head for a while, it finally got loud enough that I had to write it down. It’s taken all day, thanks to interruptions, but I think I got the gist of it down for folks to read. Not sure if this is going to be a one off, or something I might do another chapter, or even a series of. Only time will tell. :3 ********************************************************************************** “I’m going to be honest with you, kid” Justice sighed as he brushed his fingers back through his slick, short blond hair and between his long ears. “You’re eighteen now, which means you could and probably should be tried as an adult. This radical new system and deal they’re offering you is probably your best bet to get through this without anything permanent on your record” the rabbit said honestly. Carson sat on the other side of the table, his thumbs idly rubbing at the polished silver of the handcuffs around his wrists and attached to the table. You’d swear he had murdered someone, but all he had done was graffiti some stupid sculpture by Stanksy, that strange skunk artist from the internet. Unfortunately, that sculpture turned out to be worth a decent chunk of change. The only fact that had worked in his favour so far was that despite his troubled past, he was seventeen at the time of the incident, but only by a couple of days. Unfortunately, he had gotten involved with the wrong group of friends and had been getting into ever more dangerous brushes with the law as the years went on. This latest prank had seen the deer be spurred on by his wolf friends to spray-paint tits on the bronze statue holding the scales of justice, along with leaving a pile of dog crap on one side of the scales, with a dildo on the other. The spray-paint they had used was not meant to be used on the specific material the statue was made of an had subsequently caused damage that could not simply be washed away, which had led to the charges being on the heavier side. With how things were looking currently, Carson was staring down at least a massive fine he knew his parents couldn’t afford and over a hundred hours of community service on the good side of things. But if the judge was in a bad mood and because he was over eighteen now, he could also serve actual jail time. But Justice, his court appointed attorney had managed to pull a few strings and get the young deer a spot in the new radical “juvenile corrections program”, as they were calling it. This new program had been roughly inspired by the “Scared straight” television series, but had taken a slightly different route to get the same results. The theory was that it was a last chance for youngsters about to enter the system to get a real taste of prison, without actually going to prison. They would serve their allotted community hours, but at an accelerated rate by performing acts that they would more than likely experience in prison anyway. On the flip side, less aggressive inmates could accrue time or minutes to use on these special rooms by behaving good and assisting with tasks, so overall, violence in these select prisons went down drastically as well. Of course none of this information was available to the general public and part of the deal was participants had to sign non-disclosure agreements to even qualify. “So, you want me to, what…let some random prisoner fuck me like a bitch?” Carson mumbled while staring down at his hands. “I’m not saying it’s your only option, kid” the rabbit sighed again and slouched back in his seat. “I’m just saying it’s your best option, and to be perfectly honest, knowing the judge presiding over your case, the chances of you going to prison are pretty good and the likelihood of you, well…getting fucked like a bitch, as you put it…is rather high too. So, in my opinion, it’s the lesser of two evils, but at least this way this mistake will also be expunged from your record, you get a fresh start. That doesn’t happen if you go to prison, you’ll be marked for the rest of your life” Justice argued. The young deer sat in silence for a moment, what his lawyer said was true, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. He knew if he got thrown behind bars, he wasn’t much of a fighter and being a herbivore meant he would be seen as easy prey for the general population. But on the other hand, he could willingly give up his ass on his own terms, in the relative safety of a controlled environment and at the end of it all, they would remove this incident from his record. It didn’t take a gambling man to know which odds he’d rather take. “Fine, I’ll do it” Carson grumbled and finally looked up at the sharply dressed, blond haired and blue eyed white furred rabbit before him. “Great, I’ll get it all organized then” Justice smiled and slid a small stack of papers over to Carson to read and sign. “This is the agreement, once you sign it, you’re not permitted to ever speak of it to anyone, not even me. The same goes for everyone involved, so you can rest assured, no matter what happens in that room, no one outside of it will ever know what you did to earn your freedom.” That was somewhat comforting to know at least, though it still didn’t change the fact he was willingly signing himself up to be some random guys bitch. As he read through the documents, he learned more about what he was agreeing to. He could see what Justice had meant about accelerated time, it seemed that for every one minute he spent servicing the “patients” as they were legally called, it would eliminate an hour off his total. But there was also a clause whereby if he serviced a quarter of “patients” equal to the total of his prescribed hours, he would qualify for release. That meant for his one hundred hours, he would either have to serve one hundred minutes in the room, or service twenty-five inmates. Neither was ideal, but Carson agreed with Justice that not even two hours of this was far better than two years in prison. The penalty for breaking the non-disclosure was pretty harsh too, in the case of someone doing so, it would revert their sentence and double it, without the option for parole or good behaviour. Which meant for Carson, his possible two years in prison would instantly go to four years minimum, with no chance of shortening his sentence. Thankfully that worked both ways, the same would be true of any inmates involved as well, if they were in for ten years, they would go back in for another twenty if they broke the agreement. So, it was in their best interests not to talk. Carson reluctantly signed the document and initialled the pages wherever the rabbit indicated before sliding the papers back toward him. Once he had been approved for the program, he would have a brief medical checkup to make sure there was no danger to him or the inmates, then he would be transported to the secret location to carry out his sentence. All he had to do then was hold out for one hundred minutes and he would be a free man afterwards. With his nerves on edge, the next couple of days crawled past, but eventually, the young deer was collected from his holding cell and taken out to the windowless van waiting outside. He couldn’t help but notice the van was non-descript, there were no markings indicating inmates or correctional officers were inside, even the driver wore plain clothes. Inside the van, there were only four inmates in their orange outfits, each sitting beside a correctional officer. Every time someone tried to speak, their assigned officer glared at them and put their hand on either their baton, or their taser. Clearly, they were not permitted to talk during the trip to the facility. That didn’t stop Carson from looking around however, which stirred up mixed feelings in him when he spotted a familiar face. Sitting in the back row was Jackson, one of his friends who had been part of the statue defacing incident and the only other one of their group to have been caught. The grey wolf refused to make eye contact, he looked everywhere but at Carson, which made sense. It was after all Jackson’s fault that they were even in this mess to begin with. He always goaded Carson into taking risks and breaking the law, so it was with some satisfaction that the deer smirked at seeing him in this particular van as well, knowing what they were both heading towards. On the other side of the van was a slender looking spotted feline, a leopard if he had to guess. He didn’t recognize him though, but he still had a look of defiance in his eyes. Carson wondered how much longer that would last though. The final inmate was a nervous looking rabbit with dark brown fur and red hair. Out of everyone in the van, he looked like the least likely subject to have been in there. Carson had seen a more threatening aura coming off of a loaf of bread. The trip took over two hours, which meant they were outside the city limits and were probably on the outer edge of the industrial zone. That made sense, there wouldn’t be much activity around here and the people that were there would more than likely be part of the program anyway. The van pulled inside a large warehouse that looked like it could house a pair of Boing 747-8’s parked wingtip to wingtip. Inside the warehouse there was a smaller prefabricated building surrounded by three concentric rings of fencing. Judging by the audible clicks, they were electrified, obviously meant to prevent any breakouts. Carson and the other three inmates were led inside the smaller building and into the change room. Here they were instructed to strip down naked and then follow their assigned correctional officer to their stall. The room was essentially a wide hallway with two portals on either side. He watched as the rabbit was the first one guided into his hole, with the option of either being stood up but bent over, or laying on his back with his legs strapped up out the way. Though being as short as he was, his correctional officer suggested that perhaps laying on his back would be the better option, otherwise his hips and back would be taking too much strain. The feline was next, taking the portal to the left of the rabbit. He too opted to lay on his back with his legs strapped up and spread. Carson couldn’t help but blush a little as the feline was strapped in place, revealing not only his soft furred sheath and balls, but also his firm spotted backside. Finally, it was his turn, but after seeing how the feline and rabbit had been strapped in, that just felt too exposed for his liking, so the deer opted to remain standing. Inside his stall his hands and arms were strapped to cushioned armrests, with another thicker strap over his back to hold him in place. Down below, padded braces were locked around his ankles to prevent him from moving or kicking back, along with a special belt around his waist which had another brace that fit snuggly around his tail to keep it lifted up out the way. He could hear some muffled growling coming from the stall next to him, which meant that Jackson was now being locked in place as well. “Listen up, delinquents, we’re going to start the test phase now…if you can’t handle this, let your assigns CO know immediately and we’ll pull you out. You will no longer qualify for the program, but you WILL still be bound by the contract and be required to serve your initial sentence” a gruff voice spoke out from the intercom Carson had not noticed before. Up above his head on the wall was a camera and speaker, which meant they could see and hear him, as well as communicate with him if needed. “What’s the test phase?” Carson asked in confusion, but he didn’t have long to wait to get his answer. He felt hands grip at his behind and slick fingers begin caressing under his tail as something was applied to his tail hole. His natural instinct was to kick at whomever was behind him, but the braces held him firmly in place. “Relax kid, it’s just your CO getting you ready. You really don’t want to do this without lube” the gruff voice said over the intercom, loud enough for the others to hear. Somewhere behind him, Carson could hear the leopard growling and cursing as he no doubt was being prepared in much the same manner. The young deer grit his teeth when the slick thick fingers began to push into him, forcing his tightly clenched hole wide. Already his asshole was beginning to ache and burn, if just fingers were this bad, how was actually getting fucked going to feel? “Looks like you need a bit of help there, number three” the voice said with a chuckle. They must have pressed a button as soon his stall felt warmer, with a soft strawberry scent beginning to pervade the air. Whatever they had released into his stall must have been some sort of painkiller, maybe an aphrodisiac even? Whatever it was, Carson noticed the ache under his tail began to subside and eventually it even started to feel kind of good. The voice on the speaker seemed to notice his reaction too and made an approving sound, though they didn’t actually say anything this time. In between his growing heavy breathing and bitten back moans, he could hear the others having much the same experience as he was. The soft, muffled moans and pants were getting louder as the four strapped in inmates were being prepared. “Final phase is a go” the voice called over the intercom, though this was more of a command to the correctional officers more than alerting Carson and the other inmates. He didn’t get a chance to ask what that meant before he felt the fingers under his tail pull free, only to be replaced by something hotter and thicker. It turned out, the final phase was for the correctional officers to mount them, if they couldn’t handle actually being fucked, now was the point of no return. Carson briefly recalled looking at his correctional officer, if memory served, he was a canine of some sort. Either a German Shepherd or maybe a Malinois even? Sure enough, he could feel the tapered and spaded tip of a canine cock press against the centre of his thankfully lubed pucker and begin to push. The canine wasn’t exactly gentle as he pushed his thickness into the young deer and officially popped his cherry, but he wasn’t too rough either. He assumed this was just to get them used to what was to come, though he did grunt and curse under his breath, Carson managed to take the canines entire shaft it seemed. He could feel the officer’s knot pressing between and slightly spreading his buttocks as it came to rest against his stretched asshole. “Fuck, stop! Take it out, take it out! It’s too big, you’re breaking my ass!” he heard someone screaming from behind him. “Number one has failed, take him out” the voice grumbled on the speaker. “Shit, that means these three will have to deal with the twenty on the other bus on their own” the voice said softly as it spoke to someone else in the room. “It’s not that much more than they would’ve had to deal with in the first place, just consider it a longer test for the drug” another voice replied even softer, barely audible over the electric buzzing of the cheap speaker system. “I’ll authorize another dose and increased payment” Carson thought he heard them say. His mind began to reel, was this all part of some new drug test? What were they even testing? Carson thought to himself, just as the length behind him began to withdraw, which brought forth a rather lewd groan from him. Fuck, why was he groaning? He was straight and this was the first cock he had ever taken, so why did it feel so damned good…the drug…whatever the voice on the other end of the speaker had pumped into his stall earlier. The more the canine behind him began to move and thrust under his tail, the louder Carson heard himself groaning. His cheeks were almost burning up with how much he was blushing at hearing himself, but more than that, he could feel how his now achingly hard cock was rubbing against the wall he was currently bent over. Whatever the drug was, it certainly was very fucking effective at lowering his inhibitions and resistance to what was happening to him. Normally Carson knew he would have been dead set against taking a cock up the ass, but the more he breathed the strange strawberry scented air in, the louder he moaned as the officer fucked him. He also became distinctly aware of the growing desire to even try buck back onto the cock under his tail, as if he actually wanted this, wanted more. What the fuck where they doing to him? Were they trying to turn him into some sort of twink slut? It was getting harder and harder not to believe that was the case with every successive stroke of that fat, hot canine cock under his tail. Carson could feel a tingling sensation starting to build just behind his balls and it was growing with every slam of the officer’s knot against his already stretched hole. Fuck, could he actually cum from this? Unfortunately, the officer didn’t last long enough for him to find out, with a snarling huff from outside the stall, Carson felt the officers cock swell a little more inside him just before it began to pulse and twitch hard as he clearly hit his own climax, but there was thankfully no adjoining sensation of spreading warmth to indicate he had been bare backed. It made sense though, they no doubt wouldn’t risk it, so everyone on the giving side of things would be made to wear protection, which to some degree did offer a little comfort to the deer. For a brief moment, Carson felt disappointment, but then quickly snapped back to reality. “Fuck, did I really just wish he had kept on fucking me?” the young deer thought to himself in disgust. God, he wished his dick wasn’t so fucking hard, or drooling so much precum, he could practically feel it dripping from the tip of his dick down below. “Inmates two, three and four have passed the testing phase” the voice crackled loudly over the speaker. “We’re a go for session twelve” the voice continued on with. “Session twelve?” Carson thought, did that mean there were eleven other groups before this one? Just how many other people had been subjected to this program. Again, knowing he wasn’t the first and clearly wouldn’t be the last was also of some comfort to the young deer. If they were all the same sized groups as his, even if only half of them went through with it, then there was probably at least another twenty-two guys who had opted to take it up the ass rather than go to jail, which meant he wasn’t that crazy for doing the same thing. The passage behind him suddenly started to get louder as voices filled the room, he could feel the presence of the collection of prisoners entering the room. “Listen up!” one of the correctional officer’s voices boomed out over the throng of other voices in the room. “You lot have five minutes to inspect the volunteers and pick which one you will be making use of. Now, I need not remind you that these fine young men are here of their own volition, they are not professionals and they do not do this for a living. As such, I expect you to treat them with the respect and kindness they deserve, they are just here to learn a lesson that will hopefully steer them back onto the right path. As always, you are to use protection and lubrication…EVERY time. Yes, I’m looking at you, Darryl, I don’t care how much you like hearing them squeal, these are not your personal bitches on the outside you like to use and abuse.” That last comment got a chuckle from the assembled crowd, which made Carson more than a little nervous. Justice had said the prisoners involved in this program weren’t the real hardened criminals, they were on the cusp of becoming them though, which is what this program was meant to prevent. It was a way for them to blow off steam without injuring other prisoners, plus getting to blow their loads in someone that wasn’t another prisoner meant there were no hard feelings left to simmer and eventually blow up at a later point either. In essence, it was a scheduled conjugal visit they could rely on to get their release, which gave them goals and timelines to work towards. They couldn’t very well use young women for this either, the risk of someone accidentally getting knocked up was too high, and to the group’s administrators thinking, if the young men went to prison, they would have experienced this anyway, so it was the lesser and more logical of two evils. Carson was snapped out of his train of thought by multiple hands gripping, caressing and squeezing at his behind. A few even crassly shoved a finger under his tail, as if to test how snug he was. The young deer’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as he was inspected like a common whore, especially when he heard snippets of their comments “not bad, not as tight as the cat though” or “the wolf has a better looking ass”. But the one that did give him a bit of an ego boost was a low, growling voice which commented “he’s got a big dick, I love fucking big dicked guys” as a clearly scaled thumb pressed into his slick pucker. “Alright, five minutes is up, boys. Line up smallest to biggest behind your preferred volunteer and get ready to get your dicks wet” the officer ordered again. Carson could hear the prisoners shuffling about as they formed lines behind the three presented posteriors. “Prisoner two only has twenty to serve, so you lot better make it quick if you want a piece of that…pussy” the officer’s voice said again, clearly with a grin. He knew what that meant, there must have been a longer line for the leopard, but if he only had to serve for twenty minutes, the remaining prisoners who had not had a turn would be forced to join either Caron or Jackson’s lines. More worryingly was the other fact, if the feline only had twenty minutes to serve, that meant he only really had to take five from his line, irrespective of how long they lasted, which meant he potentially didn’t even have to serve his full twenty minutes. Clearly the prisoner’s understood this as well, judging by the grumbling and complaining coming from them. Carson felt rough hands grip and caress his behind as strong thumbs pried his buttocks apart to reveal his quivering pink hole to the unseen prisoner. A little drizzle of additional lubricant was squirted under his tail again before he felt the underside of a cock begin to rub back and forth against his taint. He could feel a knot at the base of the cock, but it thankfully didn’t feel as big as the correctional officer who had tested him at least, so he doubted this was a wolf or other big canine. For some strange reason, that felt a bit insulting though, was he really about to be fucked by a goddamn Chihuahua or some other small breed of canine? At least if it were a wolf, he could take some pride in knowing he took an apex predator, not some watered-down version with generations of poor breeding. “Begin” the officers voice boomed again, and just like that, Carson took the second dick of his life under his tail. The unknown canine slid in easily and immediately began to buck and thrust; the deer knew that it was only because he was so inexperienced with this sort of thing that he even felt it. But that tiny little rat-mutt dick wasn’t doing much of anything for him, he could probably get more of a thrill with his own finger. At least the prisoner seemed to be enjoying himself though, it didn’t take long before Carson felt the telling signs of nails digging into his waist and the erratic humping against his ass to know the first prisoner had climaxed. Now more than ever he was thankful for the condoms, he would be insulted having to take that excuse for a dog’s seed under his tail. The second prisoner waited only long enough for more lube to be applied to Carson’s tailhole before he slowly sunk his length into the young deer. Again, he felt both of the prisoner’s hands on his behind and spreading him before the lube was applied, which meant it must have been his corrections officer applying the lube to him. Though that thought was quickly pushed out of his mind by the third cock he was subjected to, this one while also not as big as the canine officer had been, was also bigger than the one before it. Carson didn’t know what species it belonged to though as it did feel like it had somewhat of a tapered tip, but he didn’t feel a knot, even when the person’s hips met his behind. The answer came in the tempo of the fucking; he soon found out. The prisoner didn’t waste any time as he began to jackhammer the young deer’s backside at a pace only a rabbit could maintain. What he lacked in strength, the rabbit sure made up for in veracity as he showed Carson what lapines could do. It was a strange sensation for sure, not painful exactly, but it wasn’t easy either. Despite his rapid pace, the rabbit seemed to be outlasting the smaller canine by a good margin he noticed. In between all the grunting and moaning both he and the rabbit were making, Carson could hear Jackson in the next stall over. It didn’t sound like he was having much fun judging by how much he was growling and cursing. Carson idly wondered if they had perhaps not given him a dose of whatever drug they had pumped into his stall, possibly because he was what they would term as the “control” subject? That would mean Jackson would be getting fucked without the aid of the drug that made most of this bearable, if not enjoyable. Again, that thought did make Carson smirk a little, once again it was fitting punishment for what the wolf had gotten him into. Suddenly the rabbit was pulling out of him, Carson hadn’t even felt him climax, but then again, it would have been rather hard to do with the pace the lapine was hammering his butt. Once more, a new pair of hands gripped and spread his buttocks and waited for more lube to be applied. This time, when the new cock slid into him, it was almost the same size as the correctional officer, but there was something else. Even though the prisoner was wearing a condom, Carson could feel a strange texture along the owner’s cock, he had seen them in the locker room before, so he knew this one was definitely a feline of some sort. Judging by the size though, it would have to be a pretty big feline at that, probably a lion or tiger maybe? The sharp claws that pricked at his waist and hips only confirmed his suspicions of the cock inside him now. Unlike the rabbit though, this prisoner used the entire length of his cock to fuck the deer, with slow and deep thrusts, powerful strokes that made the felines hips clap audibly against the young deers backside. The big feline’s thrusts jostled Carson’s entire body hard enough that his teeth clicked if her didn’t clench his jaw. He had to admit though, the spines along the felines cock didn’t feel all that bad, but he suspected that was purely because of the condom preventing them from catching in his sensitive flesh. He’d heard all the stories from the guys in the locker room back in the day, they seemed to relish they way they got the girls to almost scream from taking them. But right now, they just acted like little nodules along the feline’s penis, which brought to mind the old slogan of “ribbed for her pleasure”, but not quite. The big cat was the first one to make Carson actually feel like his tail hole would be aching in the morning after as he stretched the cervine’s backdoor wide. But even the cock under his tail was overshadowed by the claws pricking at his skin beneath his fur, while not hard enough to draw blood, he sure as hell could feel it. After a couple of minutes, the feline seemed to be picking up the pace finally, which Carson knew meant he was about to cum. Sure enough, a loud lion’s roar filled the room behind him, there was no mistaking that sound. For some reason knowing he had been fucked by a real lion made Carson feel a little proud, far more so than he had with that damned Chihuahua at any rate. This time when the prisoner pulled out of him, Carson blushed as he heard the wet sound it made, along with the now uncomfortably empty feeling left behind. Mentally he counted in his head that he had now officially serviced three prisoners, but he wasn’t sure how much time had actually passed as there were no clocks visible in his stall. He doubted it had even been twenty minutes yet though, otherwise they would have hauled the leopard out of his stall already. That meant he still had at least eighty more minutes or another twenty-two prisoners to serve. Once more Carson’s buttocks were gripped and spread before yet more lube was drizzled over his now well-prepared tail hole. The next cock that entered him was unmistakable, mostly because he had one almost identical to it. The smooth pointed pink length sunk home easily as another buck mounted him. While not as thick as the lion before, he certainly was a good bit longer. Thankfully his nails were blunt as well, so even when he gripped about Carson’s waist, it didn’t hurt all that much. For some reason though, knowing he was being fucked by another of his own species felt strange, almost like a betrayal in some way. Which logically didn’t make sense, he didn’t even know who the mystery buck was, so there was no connection between them that could possibly even be considered as betrayal. But still, as the buck began to work his hips against Carson’s firm backside and fuck him at a steady pace, he found he did not really enjoy it near as much as he had with the lion. “Alright, number two has serviced his allotted five…the rest of you can line up behind the remaining two” the officer’s loud voice called out through the room suddenly. A chorus of groaning and complaining erupted as clearly the few remaining prisoners were unhappy they did not get their turn with the leopard’s tight spotted ass. With his sentence served, the leopards bench withdrew completely into his stall and the portal closed behind him, keeping his identity a secret from the prisoners until they had finished and been escorted from the room. “Fuck…” Carson groaned to himself; he knew now that whoever was in the leopard’s line would now be in either his or Jackson’s line to service. The problem was, with only twenty prisoners on the buss to begin with, even if he was alone there weren’t enough for him to finish his sentence in just one day. That meant for that to occur, whoever was in his line needed to last a lot longer than they had been so far. Even then, he doubted he would reach the required one hundred minutes. To his surprise however, the buck seemed to be lasting a lot longer than he had anticipated, enough that he could hear the others in the line complaining. “Relax, fellas” the officer’s voiced said over the throng of complaints. “These two fine, young gentleman have one hundred minutes each to serve, so even if you take your sweet time and fuck like the worlds best lover, you’re not going to run out of time” he said rather smugly. That did seem to at least somewhat calm the crowd and most of their complaints, though there were still a few urging the ones doing the fucking at the moment to hurry up. “I’ll finish when I’m good and ready!” the buck grumbled as the others waiting in line spurred him on, true to his word, he didn’t pick up the pace even slightly. He just continued on with what he had been doing, taking his time and enjoying the nice, tight hole gripping down around his cock so wonderfully. But even as measured and controlled as the buck appeared to be, he wouldn’t be able to last forever. A few minutes later and Carson felt those telltale signs again, the dull nails digging in harder about his hips, the slightly erratic thrusting of hips against his ass. Sure enough, with a grumbling snorting cry, the buck finally filled his condom with pent up seed and summarily withdrew himself from under Carson’s tail. “About damned time” a gruff voice growled, just as strong hands roughly gripped and spread his buttocks again. “At least your pencil dick didn’t stretch him out” they quipped as they watched Carson’s tailhole wink and clench as more lube was added again. When the next prisoner sheathed himself in the deer’s rear, Carson knew immediately what species it was. The shape was similar to the correctional officer at the start, but this time, they were bigger. Enough to make the young deer grit his teeth and squirm against his bonds as his tail hole was stretched wider than ever before. Even the wolf’s knot was bigger, he could feel it spreading his buttocks every time the big canine hilted him, feeling like he was going to knock the air from Carson’s lungs. There was something else though, this was the first cock that he felt start to rub and grind against his prostate. He’d read and heard about this from a few sources, but he didn’t believe it was an actual thing. But when the wolf pulled almost all the way out of him, before slowly and firmly sinking back under his quivering tail, the deer felt an almost electric jolt spark in the core of his being. “Of fuck…” Carson groaned softly while he screwed his eyes shut tightly. He felt it again, same like he had with the correctional officer’s test. That same tingling was growing in him again, just behind his balls, getting more intense with every stroke and thrust of the wolf beneath his tail. “I like girls…I like girls…I like…ohmyfuckingod” Carson groaned as he tried to reaffirm his heterosexuality, but the wolf had changed the angles of his thrusting. Almost as if he could sense the struggle coming from within the anonymous deer he was fucking, now he was angling his cock downward a little, just enough to really grind and rub against Carson’s prostate. “Shit, no…” the deer whined softly, he could feel his own cock damned well leaking like a broken faucet as it rubbed against the wall his thighs were pressed against. “Pity I can’t knot you, little bitch…that’d really make you pop” the wolf growled just loud enough for Carson to hear. Fuck, he had obviously heard what he had said, or rather groaned. He knew Carson was struggling with accepting the fact he was enjoying this, because he couldn’t or rather wouldn’t admit it actually felt good. Now all the deer could think about was taking that knot, the way the wolf was fucking him felt like it was going to drive him insane, so what would that knot feel like inside him? “No…I like girls…I like…” Carson’s mind went white hot and blank as a high-pitched electronic whine filled his ears. When he came to a moment later, he could hear the wolf laughing and he knew why. He could still feel his own dick pulsing hard as it spat thick wads of his own cum down the side of the wall. “Holy shit, the kid actually came!” another voice from somewhere behind him called out, which was followed by a cacophony of laughter. Meanwhile, inside the stall, Carson’s ears tucked down against his hair as his cheeks burned with embarrassment. What was worse however, was the fact Jackson had probably heard it too and would more than likely tease him about it. Or would he, technically it would break their non-disclosure agreement if he did, so maybe he wouldn’t say a thing after all. “Fuck don’t squeeze so tight” the wolf snarled as he bucked and ground against Carson’s rear, but it was too late. He had already not been far off from his own climax, but when the deer hit his and his tight tail hole began to clench and grip down, it was too much for the big canine. With a few last powerful and erratic thrusts that had his knot battering dangerously against Carson’s stretched pucker, the wolf finally exploded too. He felt the canine’s member swell that little bit more before it started to pulse and throb hard as he too filled his condom. Thankfully the wolf hadn’t managed to get his knot under the young deer’s tail, though he had come close, so there was no trouble when he finally pulled out with a lewd wet slurp, once his climax was over. The next set of hands that gripped down on his behind really worried Carson, they felt massive compared to even the wolf. The fingertips were brushing at the front of his hips, but the hands were big enough that the persons thumbs still easily reached back between his cheeks to spread him wide. The fact that the correctional officer even added a bit more lube than the last few times confirmed his fears, whatever was coming was big and he would need the extra help. When the next prisoner lined himself up with Carson’s asshole, the deer swore he felt someone’s fist pressing between his buttocks it felt so thick. Surely, they wouldn’t let something like that fuck him? He wasn’t a professional, he hadn’t even done anal before today! “Fuuuuck!” Carson cried out as the thick cock was slowly and firmly forced into him, his body reluctantly stretching to accommodate it. He felt like he was going to be ripped in two, the only mercy was that despite the girth of the cock stretching him so wide, at least it wasn’t that long. Then again, with how his asshole was burning, right now he would have preferred length over girth as even a slight movement lit his nerve endings up like the fourth of July night sky. “A bear…it’s a fucking bear…” Carson thought to himself, he could hear the grunting, snorting and growling from outside his stall. That would explain the massive hands and the iron grip about his waist, he knew that even if he wasn’t strapped down so tight as he was, the bears grip would ensure he wouldn’t move an inch. Another problem he soon found out with the bears thick but short cock, it didn’t touch his prostate, so there was no real pleasure to counter the burning ache under his tail. Carson had to endure the first real and rough butt-fucking of the day. He also couldn’t tell when or even if the bear was getting close to his climax, the bastard just constantly snorted and grunted the whole time. He also never kept a constant pace, sometimes he would slow down, other times he would speed up, the only thing consistent about the fucking was the burning ache under Carson’s tail from it. “Now look here you two, these are young men still in their prime, go easy on ‘em with those horse dicks of yours” Carson heard the officer call out, just before he heard Jackson yelp and whine in the stall next door. “What did I just fucking say?” the officer shouted at whoever was obviously stuffing the wolf’s behind. “Shit, he said dicks…as in multiple…that must mean there’s another one waiting…” Carson realized. He had thought the bear would be the worst cock he would take today, but from the sounds Jackson was making, he was dead wrong. Some part of Carson hoped and prayed the bear lasted long enough so the second horse would be forced to use Jackson instead of him, but in a cruel twist of fate, that was not meant to be. With a final snarl and an almost crushing grip about his waist, Carson felt the bear slam his hips against his ass and the thick cock began to pulse with the obvious signs of a climax. This time, when the bear finally pulled out, Carson could feel how his poor little tail hole felt obscenely loose. “Fucking bear, I knew I should’ve gone first…this ain’t going to be as tight as I usually like ‘em” the horse snorted as he shoved two fingers under the deer’s tail. Carson breathed a sigh of relief when he realized he could still feel the equine’s fingers touch the sides of his hole, despite how it felt, he wasn’t actually as gaped as he pictured in his mind. “Don’t think we’ll need much lube this time” the horse commented to the correctional officer standing by, but clearly he disagreed as Carson felt the horse grip and spread his buttocks again so more could be trickled across his aching hole. The horse released his behind with one hand, so he could grip his thick length and tap it against Carson’s behind a couple times. He didn’t know why the horse was taking so long to enter him, or why he seemed to be teasing his hole, but then it dawned on him. The fucker was waiting for the deer’s pucker to recover a little before he stretched it out again. “Guess that’s as good as it’s gonna get” he heard the horse say after a few minutes. Sure enough, just as his behind was starting to feel somewhat back to normal, the horse pressed his unflared tip against Carson’s tail hole and began to push. While he wasn’t as thick as the bear before him, he still gave the deer’s abused hole a good stretch. Unfortunately for Carson though, the horse had the girth and the length to really make him feel it and soon the young deer was groaning and squirming against his restraints. Carson swore if he could look down and see his tummy that there would be a bulge present every time the horse managed to hilt him. He had no doubt that if it wasn’t for the others before him, there was no way in hell he could take the horse under his tail like this. But the bear had stretched him out too well, so his body could only offer a tokens resistance as it weakly squeezed down around the equines cock. Carson soon became aware of another new sensation, unlike the others so far, he could feel the horse’s heavy balls tap against his taint and the backs of his own testicles every time he was hilted. “Fuck…how big are this dudes nuts?” Carson idly wondered as he felt the breath forced from his lungs every other thrust. He could feel those heavy orbs bumping up against his own smaller set constantly, which was in itself a unique sensation. It wasn’t all bad, he had to admit, the more the horses flare grew inside him, the more it would grind against his prostate. Already he could feel the pencil thick cumvein along the underside of the horse’s cock sawing back and forth against his prostate constantly, but when the flare scraped across that bundle of nerves, it was like someone hammering a flashing red button that connected directly to the pleasure centre of his brain. “Oh fuck…oh shit…not again” Carson whimpered in his stall as he felt another climax building. Even with clenching his fists hard enough that his nails dug into the palms of his hands and his teeth grit hard enough they squeaked and threatened to crack, he couldn’t hold back. This time though, he didn’t black out or overload from the pleasure, he just felt like his balls were trying to turn inside out as his cum spattered uselessly against the wall his cock was rubbing against, adding further mess to his earlier climax. Strangely though, this time no one commented on it, which was when he noticed the room behind him was a lot quieter than before. They must have been taking the prisoner’s who had finished away, possibly back onto the bus or maybe just another holding cell until everyone was finished. It was hard to tell how many people were left though, he couldn’t hear anyone talking. The only real noise was coming from the two equines who almost sounded like they were in a race, but neither one wanted to cum first. “Shit!” Carson heard the horse behind him curse, just as he felt the grip around his waist tighten. A moment later, the horse’s cock was beginning to pulse and throb as he clearly hit his climax. Unlike the others before him though, Carson could feel the condom beginning to swell and almost inflate inside him from the sheer volume that was being emptied into it. Then something changed and a sudden warm feeling began to spread deeper into his guts, a warmth which remained behind, even when the horse finally withdrew his softening cock from under the deer’s tail. “Whoops, condom broke…sorry kid” the horse chuckled and gave Carson’s behind a gentle pat of appreciation. Carson waited for the next person to mount him, but after a couple of minutes, nothing happened. Instead, the bench in his stall simply retracted and slid completely into his stall before his portal closed behind him. He could still hear Jackson grunting and growling next door, evidently his horse had not finished yet. Carson didn’t have to wait long however, he heard the triumphant whinny of Jackson’s horse when he finally climaxed and was led out the room. After a few more awkward minutes of being strapped naked to the bench in his stall, the door opened and his correctional officer stepped inside. “Aww, shit…sorry kid. That last one cream pied you good…” he noted with a slight smirk at the sight of the white mess trickling from between the deer’s buttocks. Carson, Jackson and the leopard were all eventually freed from their benches and led out of their stalls into the main hall again, where doctors were waiting to give them a quick checkup to make sure there was no permanent damage. Carson and Jackson’s eyes briefly met, but the glare the wolf shot back at him made it abundantly clear that he did not nor would he ever want to discuss what had just happened, which he completely understood and agreed with. “Damn kid, that bear really did a number on you” the ferret doctor kneeling behind him and checking out his tail hole commented. “You’re going to be sore for a little while, but no permanent damage at least. I’ll prescribe you something that should help with any discomfort and an ointment that will help you recover” he stated as he pulled a small pad from the pocket of his lab coat. “Don’t do anything too strenuous for the next few days, just take it easy” he finished off with as he ripped the prescription from his notepad and handed it to the dumbfounded young deer. “Uh, thanks…doc” Carson mumbled as the doctor turned and headed away without another word. “Not bad for your first time, kid” the owner of the loud voice said as he clapped a large white furred hand down on Carson’s shoulder and nearly knocked him to the ground. “You managed seven this time, in a span of thirty-eight minutes. So only eighteen more to go, or sixty-two more minutes, which ever comes first” the large polar bear grinned down at him. “No more bears, please…” Carson said half-jokingly, without thinking, as one of his hands reached back to gently touch at his messy tail hole. “Nah, takes more than a week for them to build up enough goodie points to earn a trip here. Aren’t any other bears on the roster for this area, so you should be bear free for at least a week…horses though…might want to bring some napkins or something next time…Drippy” the bear teased as he leaned back to make a point of smirking at Carson’s still cum dripping tail hole.