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I adjusted my position carefully. It wasn't easy getting up here in the dark, but it was a necessary evil. The room had to be dark for my purposes. Perched precariously on a storage cabinet, I managed to find a position that both had me at the right height and didn't put too much strain on my thighs. A sort of half crouch, but sustainable.

"Ohhhh fuck..."

Yeah, paydirt.

With my eye plastered to the hole in the wall, and no light coming from my little storeroom to give a warning to those on the other side, I let my eye roam over the room. A little steam filled, but not so much that I couldn't see.

"Fucking A."

The football team had come in from practice. I had come in from the pool, swimming training finally over. I had taken a quick shower to remove the chlorine, but instead of changing I had made use of the key I had found in the caretaker's top drawer when I went to report a broken light in the toilets. Into the little store room, scrambling over equipment, I had found nirvana. I had found paradise by a smartphone screen.

Fuck they were so fine. So many buff fucking studs, I had to remind myself not to squeal as I watched them.

The coach was wandering around too, the big daddy bull Mister Coleman. He was shouting encouragement at the guys, slapping asses, pointing at his clipboard. They were all grinning and laughing together. Some in the shower, some getting changed, some just fooling around.

My favourite of all was in the shower. A big shire stallion, Colby, with a cute little forelock of black mane, black tail, black feathering and chestnut fur. He had a big white blaze on his chest, I could see now in the shower, and a black leathery scrotum. As I watched his balls jiggled as he washed his coat and shared a joke with his fellow jocks.

A few cleared out as I watched, and I was left with five. Colby the stallion. A big wolf called Drakes, who joined my heartthrob in the shower, naked, at ease with his body. They shared a shoulder punch, then a bit of a wrestle, scrotums jiggling with the effort. It was enough to make my cock poke above the waistband of my speedo and throb.

I was only a slightly built cat, I knew. I could get some speed up in breaststroke, the more technical discipline able to accommodate a small kitty well enough. My cock may be small too, but it more than made up for it in hardness. It was hard as steel now, poking free, the tip already leaking as I watched the studs at ease, barbs swollen on the shaft.

Another entered the shower, a stag called Rombotis. He had a broad chest, a serious set of antlers, and the cutest little diamond shaped tail over an awesome ass so tight you could break rocks between those cheeks. He also had a low hanging fuzzy sac that bounced enticingly as he walked. I was mesmerised by those nuts.

That left two more, one of whom I knew very well. My step brother Lionel, a fucking Doberman of all things. How my mother had done that to my dad I never would know. Didn't she know about cats and dogs? It was bad enough when she suddenly announced their marriage was over, but when she moved in with that fucking smarmy big dog I was horrified. I was even more horrified when I worked out who his son was, an insufferable jock with a stupid grin on his muzzle and a propensity for calling me 'bro' even before we became part of the same family. Usually before he gave me a wedgie in the changerooms to general laughter. I was never that cunts 'bro'.

I had to admit though, he looked fucking awesome. I knew what he looked like already, pretty well. The smug bastard liked to strut around home naked all the fucking time, showing off his bod. Most nights if I came to his room, which thankfully was rare, I would find him skype chatting with some girl in the buff. He would fix me with a stare and tell me to fuck off.

This afternoon he was in a playful mood it seemed. Naked, of course, and he had a towel in his paw ready for his own shower. He eyed up the fifth member of the team, a tall thickly built ram called Bailey, with a set of curly horns and a big set of nuts hanging low between his thighs, and then he twirled the towel.

*snap*.

The towel hit home, there was a roar from the ram, and the two jocks were engaged in a serious battle. Asses got smacked, first the two combatants, and then the three in the shower. The coach stormed in and yelled, demanded explanations, and looked fit to burst a blood vessel. Once everything calmed down, my step bro and the ram looked alternately penitent and hurt.

Whatever was the outcome, the three in the shower went back to their washing, but they kept looking over their shoulders with grins plastered on their faces. I didn't have to wait long to see why.

"Ohhhshit..."

I meowed, as quietly as I could. My step brother and his ram friend bent over a table set in the middle of the changeroom. The coach slid his belt from it's place holding up his pants.

I gripped my cock then. The sensation was exquisite, knowing I was jacking it here, at school watching this. The bull took aim and slammed his belt down on a pert dobie ass. The crack almost made the wall shake, and it certainly made my cock quiver watching the smug cunt get it. I bit my paw to stop my squeals alerting the entertainment, and waited for the ram to get the same treatment.

*crack*

Bailey grimaced a little, and rubbed his fleecy ass. His cheeks had compacted under the blow, jiggling as enticingly as his balls. He seemed to apologise to the coach, and headed to the shower to join his fellows. My step brother seemed about to do the same, but he stopped to whisper something in the bull's ear.

Whatever it was, the coach headed from the room with a decisive trot. I settled in to enjoy. They were all in the one open shower now, joking, some of them rubbing the asses of the poor teammates who had taken a belting. Then as I watched, my favourite the stallion Colby let his cock drop. He was soaping up his fetlocks, then his hefty thighs, and suddenly his hands went to his scrotum and he was soaping up his nuts. His cock appeared at his sheathlips and I got a view of a perfect dropped stallion cock. He gave it a long sweet stroke, the pink mottled length slowly hardening as the stag next to him shook his head and laughed.

I noticed more of them taking the same route though. The stag first, letting his long thin cervine cock into the stream of water. He gave it a good rub, the tip opening wide to reveal a nice deep piss slit. The wolf did the same, and soon they were all hard. There was much joking going on too, laughter, pats on the ass, then the stag reached for the stallion's cock and gave a tentative touch and gripped tight.

My cock was set to burst by now. I was jacking so hard my paw was about to catch fire. I could feel the building gush of spunk in my balls...

"Well...well...well..."

Light. Terrible, terrifying light.

The bull, Coach Coleman, stood framed in the doorway. I turned, like a deer in the headlights, forgetting I had my erection in my paw. He saw, of course, his big bovine eyes fixing on my cock. I followed his eyes down and suddenly gave a jump as I realised what he was looking at.

"Ahhh!"

That was too much for my perch here on top of the cabinet. I fell off, landing, as all good kitties should, on my paws. Before I could stand though, I felt fingers close on my left ear in a deathgrip of pain. I followed their lead, my paws moving involuntarily as the bull dragged me by the ear.

And into the changeroom.

"Look what we have here boys...this little kitty was watching you through a hole in the wall there."

Their laughter rang in my ears, and I blushed under my fur. My speedos had fallen down to my knees in the journey from the storeroom to the changeroom, and I almost tripped as I tried to stand upright. My cock betrayed me, leaking like a tap as it pointed to my belly in aroused indifference to my fate.

They were all smirking too, especially my step brother. His cock poked a little from his sheath, just the tip, unlike the stallion who was fully erect now and didn't seem to care who noticed. I envied him that surety, along with so many other things. That magnificent equine erection and the heavy sac that swung beneath it. The muscles gleaming under a coat shining wet.

"So what explanation do you have Carter?"

I babbled. I hung my head. And my cock remained resolutely hard, with a single drop of precum detatching from the tip to drool all the way to the concrete. The five studs watched it go, whooping and hollering and applauding. I wanted to die.

"Fucking pervert aren't you kitty?"

"No Sir!"

That drew catcalls and more laughter. The bull dragged me to the table and bent me over.

"Colby, Drakes, give me a paw with this...pervert."

I was pushed down, suddenly fearful. My tail flattened, trying to protect my ass, but it was no good. Strong jock arms gripped mine, holding me over the wooden table with my head over the edge. My ass was exposed, vulnerable and feeling very very tingly.

"Your step brother aint he Lionel?"

My defender!

"Yeah, he is a total perve though. Always wanting a peek at my junk back home."

Apparently not. My ears drooped at this final betrayal. The others were amused though. Laughter was general.

"Fucking hell Li, you prance around in the buff so much, I'm surprised anyone in the neighbourhood hasn't seen your cock yet."

The stallion's riposte had them all laughing, even my step brother though he did it through a grimace. The coach wasn't seeing the funny side though.

"Knock it off you lot. So kitty Carter...should I take this to the principal?"

"No! No...please..."

He had me bang to rights. I was toast, and they all knew it.

"Well, mebbe we can deal with it here. Man to man...or men...after all, your little offence was against the guys here too, they were the ones you were perving on."

The jocks seemed to agree. A little too eagerly. I nodded and closed my eyes.

My sensitive kitty ears picked up the sound of a belt slicing through the air. I tensed, but it was only a practice swing. Then again. Then again...

*smack*

"AHHHH!"

Pain exploded in my butt. I saw stars, and stomped my paws to make the pain go away but it didn't work. Strong hands held me down, and I opened my eyes to see two erect cocks only inches from my muzzle. An equine one and a canine, both dripping...

*smack*

"AHHH...please!"

A hand soothed my rear, stroking the ruffled fur of my behind, then lifting my tail high again.

*smack*

The burn was agonising, and it spread throughout my ass, and yet somehow managed to find a spark somewhere else.

The hand was back again, sliding under me, touching, feeling...

"Fucking twisted kitty."

Fingers slid over the swollen skin of my head. I was beyond mortified, and beyond aroused. The jocks chuckled.

"Fucker is hard as a rock."

The swish again, and then the contact.

*smack*

"AHHHplease! No more...no more..."

The hand returned, so soothing. Big, strong, callused bull mitt, but surprisingly gentle. Coach rubbed my ass, right where the sting of the belt was strongest, and then under my tail and I felt the touch of a fat fingerhoof just above my nuts. He flicked, and stroked, and pressed harder and I let out a meow as precum flowed like honey from my cock.

"Such a little slut kitty...still hard too. Guess you need a different kind of punishment."

I was still held down over the table, but they probably didn't need to. I had gone slack after my punishment, and now with rough daddy bull hands stroking my private places, I was in a turmoil. It felt so good, and his fingertip reached my anus about the time his other hand cupped my cockhead and rubbed my piss slit smearing my pre all over his fat fingers.

"So kitty...which of my boys is the hottest?"

I looked up, into grinning faces. The stallion and the wolf still held my arms, their cocks swinging, lust in their eyes. The rest stood beside the table stroking their cocks openly now, even my step brother. The buff Dobie had his usual smirk on his muzzle, and his cock at full mast, the angry red mass of his shaft topped off by a throbbing red tip already leaking.

"C...Colby..."

The stallion gave a whinny of triumph and flicked his mane. I could tell he was used to attention this one, he seemed to thrive on it. My Dobie bro gave him a high five.

"Good choice kitty...but coach gets you first. All the boys know the rules; now you do too..."

Slick fingers found my hole now, coated in my own pre. I had time only for a gasp and a cry of 'no' before my pucker was split wide open, two bull fingers taking me to the hilt and spreading my tunnel so wide. I fingered my own ass often enough, but only one thin kitty finger, and nice and gentle. Not like this; now I was being ravished, fingerfucked into submission, and I writhed under the assault while my cock throbbed its load of precum all over the floor to my shame.

"So fucking tight kitty. You have been missing out Lionel."

"I don't plan on missing out for long coach..."

The smirking bastard was cupping his fat nuts now, a feral grin on his muzzle. I watched him, torn between desire and disgust, until I felt the pressure of a massive bull cock against me, my slick pucker clenching tight in terror.

"No...wait...please!"

My tail fluttered against a well padded daddy bull chest. I could feel it under his t-shirt, that big belly and thickly muscled torso. I could feel something else thick too; oh so fucking thick.

The stag stepped forward and cupped my nuts under me. It felt so good, just holding them, rubbing.

Then he squeezed and the pain took hold and I meowled. I also forgot to clench my ass tight.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

The penetration was like fire in my ass. A fat bull cockhead, it felt like an apple held by a baby's arm, and it punched its way into my ass, splitting me so wide. I squirmed, and I begged, and he held it there letting me get used to the feel and just edging back and forward a minute amount as I collapsed on the table.

He grunted, and I felt an inch of thick bull meat slide inside, the head battering its way into my depths. Just as I was about to lose it, it stopped again and I drew breath.

"Feels good don't it kitty?"

"No..."

"Awww...you were fit to burst when I found you. Been jacking it watching all these studs doing their thing...bet you were imagining taking their cocks into this very tight kitty hole."

"No...AHHHH!"

He drove a few more inches in. My tunnel felt like it had split in two.

"Don't lie kitty. I know what you were doing. You were imagining what it would be like to take these cocks and get the pounding you deserve. Such a little kitty slut aren't you..."

"No...AHHHHHHHHHHH"

My cry turned into a moan. He had pulled back and then slapped forward and hit my nut. I knew the spot well, and had trained my finger to pummel it into pleasured release. Now I felt a rough rampaging bull cock doing the same and the feeling was exquisite.

"Soooo tight..."

He was in the groove now, shallow thrusts perfect to drive me crazy. The bulbous head slapped my nut over and over, and I was pushing back now. My whole body shook.

"Jack him for me Rom...I want to milk this little slut."

The stag was back, touching, his grinning muzzle open with a little pink tongue extended as if tasting my pre. He stroked my shaft slow, three fingers sliding across my barbs then over my overheated head before returning. I was in an agony of shamed pleasure.

"Time for you to get your wish, at least partly. Fuck his muzzle Col."

A well spread flare slapped my muzzle, demanding attention. I gave it what it deserved, opening wide to suckle the tip and lap at the wide open piss slit and drink in stallion pre by the bucketload. I tasted piss, and cum, and musk, and sweat. Raw wild young stallion. I was drunk on it.

He fucked my muzzle slow, hips bucking as he drove more pink mottled flesh into my muzzle. I was careful of my teeth; I didnt want this to stop.

The bull gripped my hips now and thrust. I choked on a scream, and a length of horsecock. He buried to the hilt inside me, my ass impossibly spread and his musclegut resting on my back. I shook all over from the physicality of the invasion. My lungs dragged in air through my nose, laden with the scents of stallion sex.

Colby's hand felt so gentle now. I gripped the table of my own accord, no need to hold me down. Instead he stroked my ears, just fingertips on the edge, and ruffled my headfur. I gulped down his cock, hungry for his load.

Around me the lewd sounds of studs masturbating filled the air. Turning my eyes, as my head was somewhat stuck thanks to being impaled on horsecock, I could make them out one by one. The wolf's red thick meat and obvious knot, the long thin cervine cock of the stag, a short fat one on the ram, and my step brother's awesome fuckstick slick with pre. He winked at me as he caught my eye and I scrunched mine tight at the feel of a long deep dicking thrust from the coach. He was pulling all the way now, letting my hole try to close as he nuzzled my pucker with his head, then slamming into the hilt again making me feel that first penetration over and over.

I felt bull over me, big belly resting along my length and his chest on my shoulders. A muzzle licked my ears.

"You know, that horse isn't going to cum unless you fondle his ass. It's his thing."

I let go of the table, my paws roaming. Over stallion hips, then stallion rump. Then into his cleft, seeking out...there, a fat ridge of muscle, opening so easy to my touch, and the depths so hot. He nickered, and thrust harder into my muzzle, and his tail slapped my arm but I went for it, driving two fingers in seeking out his nut. It was so big compared to mine, and it fluttered under my touch like a bird. I poked, and probed, using my claws. He screamed, and I felt his pucker clench so tight and suddenly my muzzle filled with the taste of stallion.

There was no way I could take it all. A flood of stallion milk, it filled my throat and overflowed, dripping from my muzzle over his scrotum. Wave after wave of pure liquid fire filled my throat, drowning me in the essence of stud. I felt his ass cheeks clench powerfully, like they did on the field when he sprinted, and now he was fucking into me instead, taking my muzzle, making me his bitch.

Their coach wasn't fa behind. His thrusts became wild, breeding my hole, not caring how much it hurt. It hurt so good, and so deep. Then I felt the gush inside and heard his grunts turn to a bellow and my broken ass felt the twitch of a thick daddy cock unloading in my guts. He rested over me, his bulk crushing me to the table and his muzzle nuzzling my neck in affectionate nibbles.

"Such a hot little slut..."

I screamed when he pulled out, the apple of his cockhead spreading me painfully on the way out, leaving my anus open wide leaking over my taint and dripping over my nuts. I had been doused in bull, just as I had been drowned in stallion.

The big stud horse stood to one side now, still stroking his length. It was hard still, dripping cum, and he watched with a smile as the wolf took his place. Thicker but shorter, I struggled to take his length and even more to take his knot. He worked into my muzzle with patience while his paws gripped the scruff of my neck and used me like a slut.

Another took the place of the bull. From the feel, I knew it was my step brother. His tapered tip teased my hole, entering, withdrawing, spreading me in easy stages, playing with the gush of his coach's cum. Then he gripped my hips and rammed home, spreading me again, and I moaned as his knot slapped my abused pucker and I was spitroasted by two canines.

"Always wondered what you would feel like bro. Hotter than I imagined..."

His fucking was wilder than the bull, the feral rut of a teenage jock. Hips slapped my ass over and over, the rhythm building.

To the sides, watchers pleasured themselves as they pleased. The coach watched intently, fingering his cock but not jacking off yet. He had lifted his sweatstained t-shirt to reveal a fluffy bull chest in brown and white fur, and one nipple was caught between his fingers getting a rough twisting that made me wince.

The others were even less restrained. I watched the stag, the ram, and even the stallion furiously pounding their meat. Three jock penises in sync, their hands a blur, their bodies taut, only one object; to get their nut.

The battering on my ass built to a crescendo, then I felt claws rake my hips as he pulled back and waited.

"AHHHHHGHHHHH!"

One powerful thrust and I was tied. I had never known such agony or such pleasure. My ass spread and gave up, the fat bulb ramming in and rubbing over nerves on fire. I shot a huge load over the concrete, on and on forever. My balls drained until they hurt.

I heard screams and cries all round. A splatter of stag cum landed on my back, then a gush of ram seed that landed in long thick lines over my lower back and ass. Finally the wolf in my muzzle shot too, a smaller load than the stallion, and I gulped it down just in time to look up and see the stallion slam a finger up his own ass as his flare spread and pulsed and he decorated my head with his second load.

My ordeal ended up back in the shower with the guys. The stallion washed the cum off my coat while the bull fingered my ass. I watched in awe as he got a slow pawjob from my step brother, the bull's ejaculation like a small river as it washed away in the stream of soapy water.

****

Back home, I didn't sleep much that night. My body was on fire, and my ass tingled. I fingered myself feeling the burn and the ache in my hole, and the ache in my cock. I shot off twice more all over the sheets and my room stank of cum. When I woke, I felt like hell and headed to the shower to try to wake up.

I was standing there, letting the water wash over me, when the door opened. Through the shower screen I saw my step brother, naked as always, and grinning as always. He gave me a wave and a wink.

"Whats up bro?"

I ignored him, or tried to. He wasn't up for being ignored though. The shower door opened, and I had company.

Fuck he smelt fine. I could smell cum on him, lots of it. His cock was half hard, poking from his sheath, the tip still slick from taking care of his morning wood. I reached for it, I couldn't resist. Even if he was a cunt.

"That's it bro...you are learning..."

"You bastard. You fucking bastard!"

I squeezed his scrotum, but he only moaned and thrust his groin harder into my paw.

"I like it rough too bro. I saw the way your cock twitched when you got your ass belted. You like it...always thought you'd like it kitty."

"Yeah, well, fucking lucky for you coach caught me."

His response had me puzzled. He almost fell over laughing.

"Dude...who do you think told that fox to tell you about the hole in the wall?"

I stared at him, dumbstruck. I didn't credit the stupid cunt with that much cunning.

Strong jock hands gripped my shoulders and slammed me against the wall. Then he reached for my hips, pulling them back. I was hunched over, with his hindpaws between my legs, and he nudged my thighs wide in preparation to conquer.

"Stupid fucker Carter. You could have been having this for months. I had to find a way to get you over your shyness somehow...and coach does love it when we bring him fresh cherry ass to fuck..."

His tip met my pucker. I was so sore, and yet it opened for him in welcome. He slid inside so easy, on a sheen of cum still dripping from me from yesterdays wild fucking. I would be leaking bull and dobie cum for days...well, longer now.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

Oh god it felt good, the rasp of a tapered cock. As much as I loved bull, and stallion, something about a tapered doggy cock felt best. So easy going in at first, then thicker, then thicker, then ohgodno fucking hell...

His knot lodged in my opening and wedged it wide in agonising stages. I squealed into his paw, clamped over my muzzle.

"Shhh don't want your mum to get worried..."

"Oh God..."

"Yeah, you are a good bitch now Carter. Coach wants you on the team...as an assistant. You get to travel with us, train with us, fuck with us..."

"Oh fuck!"

The image filled my brain; of the coach getting a pawjob and a wild kiss. Of the stallion's ass, obviously familiar to him. My stepbro read my mind.

"Yeah, he fucked us all bro. Even Colby that cocky stud, he takes some bull cock so fine, and screams like a mare in heat. And sometimes..."

"Ughhh...yeah..." his hips ground into my ass, and his cock tunnelled in deep, so deep...

"Sometimes we get to fuck him. If we win the championship, he takes all of us in one night. Last season we won, and I fucked his hole till he came. And the good news bro is we are unbeaten this season. So if we win..."

His paw closed round my kitty cock, and I imagined the feeling of taking the daddy bull, his body under mine and hooves over my shoulder as I fucked him raw with the whole team watching. The Dobie thrust one last time, nailing my nut, and I sprayed the shower wall in an ocean of kitty cum.

My step bro bit an ear, and began his final race to the finish line.

"See bro...athletes know how to motivate..."

His grunts were lost in my screams, and I took his load like a bitch. His bitch. And theirs.

I kind of liked being part of this team.