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Jett let out an audible sigh before he opened the big door that led to the locker room. He didn't like that part. It was too intimate, too loud, too... loose. Of course that, being part of the 14th platoon of recruits in the military for over 5 months, he was already used to this routine, but he still hadn't managed to enjoy it as the others seemed to.

Jett was a wolf. Gray fur, lighter on the front, few black or brown-ish spots here and there over his back, yellow eyes, barely nineteen years to his name. He really didn't feel like he was nothing special. Last year, 1954, when the threat of war with some country Jett hadn't even know existed before came up, the country decided to take up arms and prepare. Young boys around his age were rounded up from literally anywhere, even the small, far away farm complex his family had and brought up for the intense training regimen. "We will turn boys into soldiers", they said, and so it began. Granted, Jett didn't particularly enjoy the simple life at his family's farm, but life in the military wasn't something he wanted either. Like every other boy in there, he intended to finish his mandatory training, return home and pray he didn't get called to war in the near future.

Entering the locker room, Jett was glad to see most of the other recruits were already gone as he walked up to his locker. The wolf often purposely ran a few extra laps around the track just to avoid the big clump of recruits in the locker room and showers. His whole platoon was made mainly of boys taken from small towns or farms near his region as well. Like Jett, the wolf assumed they too had grown up without too much company, but he might've been wrong. The others didn't seem to have any trouble fitting in with their peers. They talked, laughed and joked around as if they'd known each other for years, which was something Jett was having a hard time getting into.

He doubted it was a coincidence that most of the boys had been taken from farms, either. The whole complex they were in was nothing but a farm rebuilt into training fields. There was a whole bunch of those nearby for other platoons, too, and the army apparently took the opportunity to join in both training and providing together. The boys had to go through combat training every morning, but they spent most of the afternoon tending to fields, taking care of animals and doing all that stuff they used to do at home, except now with a general watching them and with most of the food they worked to grow being shipped off somewhere else. The main house, which had two floors, was used by the higher-ups as an office and probably for better sleeping quarters. The barracks where they slept and locker rooms had been built side by side, but they were simple and crude. An agility course and some other training fields were made on the outside, but the fence, fields, barn and everything else was still a farm in all of its effects. Jett was glad. At least he had a piece of familiarity in all of it.

"Hey! Chewy! You know, sucking up to the general doesn't work when he's no longer watching, eh?"

Jett lifted his head to see one of the main reasons he couldn't fit in talking towards him. Rex was a panther, fur black from head to the tip of his claws and yet a little shorter than Jett himself. The wolf rolled his eyes and ignored Rex's comment, continuing to grab his military uniform out of his locker, but the panther still laughed about it along with the other guys walking by with him. Tank was a horse and Ryder a big stag, both considerably taller than Rex, yet they followed him around like ducklings. Heck, they weren't the only ones that did that. It annoyed the wolf. Thankfully, they didn't linger to bother him any more than that. All three of them were already dressed back in their regular uniforms, obviously already having gone past the showers, so they just moved on to the equipment room still snickering. Childish morons.

Rex had been making the wolf's life a lot worse, as evidenced by the nickname he'd come up himself for Jett. "Chewy" was a lousy reference to Jett's 'chewed' ear. An accident he barely remember from where he was a pup involving petting a feral dog that wasn't so friendly. The wolf's hand came up to feel his right ear after they'd left. There was really nothing wrong with it, except for some of the fact that some of the skin that had been bitten off didn't quite grow back, leaving it with a ragged look. It was the one thing Jett hated about himself and Rex had successfully managed to capitalize on that. The nickname spread like wildfire around the camp.

His problems with Rex had started from the very first day. He and the panther had a disagreement regarding whose bunk belonged to who. In the end, Jett gave up on what he was sure was his assigned bunker to get one in the back to avoid a discussion. Nowadays, he regretted that decision. It didn't really work. His relationship with Rex had been somewhat neutral up to the point where the one-on-one combats started.

Part of their martial training was about unarmed fighting, for which the general had the recruits fighting against each other inside a small ring with the purpose of taking and holding the other down. Something about taking prisoners, they said, even if they did also learn the theory of how to snap a person's neck. Nevertheless, Jett quickly found out he was quite good at it. The wolf wasn't very muscular at all. His chest was only just starting to develop any sort of muscle and overall, he was pretty lean, but that gave him speed instead of strength. He didn't know for certain why he was so good at it, but he had an easy time slipping through the other's moves and grappling them himself. The general called it talent.

It was after the first time that Jett threw Rex face first on the mud and held him down that the panther really started to give him a hard time. After that first time, there had been dozens of victories from the wolf over the panther and even a few losses every now and then, but the damage was done. Rex hardly ever missed an opportunity to mess with him. Jett's main strategy was ignoring and pretending he didn't care. He really didn't, most of the time, but it didn't make things at the camp any easier. Honestly, it'd probably be alright if it was just the panther not liking him, but Rex also had a natural talent to make friends that Jett very much envied. Sure, Rex was pretty damn cocky. Anyone could see that. Yet, despite that, the wolf could see how easy he conversed and joked around with the others. He had to recognize that as a talent as well, but that meant that Rex had a lot of friends to join him in picking on the wolf.

Jett sighed. The random mockery was nothing he wasn't used to, anyways. The wolf stripped out of his exercise shorts and sleeveless shirt, folding them neatly inside his locker along with his jockstrap and took his towel out to tie it around his waist. Having the whole locker room for himself made the whole process so much better. The wolf headed towards the showers, but as soon as he got close to the doorless opening his ears flickered for the sound of a shower running. Reaching the doorway, he peeked inside to see that Urso was still showering.

Urso was a big guy that was hard to miss. His correct species was hard to pinpoint. He was some sort of mix between a taur and a bear, featuring what was definitely a bear's size and overall build. His body was covered in a thick layer of fur that hid any sort of both muscles and belly, but Jett was sure the guy was mostly muscles underneath that. Urso seemed to enjoy his privacy in the shower just as much as the wolf did, for he was taking his time making sure his fur was thoroughly washed and soaped. He was on one of the showers to the door's side and not facing the door, so he was obviously still oblivious about the fact that he had company.

Urso's muzzle resembled that of a bear as well, but he had two short but very well kept white horns coming from his head. It added to his intimidating look, as far as Jett was concerned. Urso was by far the best fighter on the squad, most of the time winning by sheer size and strength alone, which couldn't be contested. Sure, he had a few drawbacks in the agility courses, but it was still something Jett admired deeply. Though Jett had never exchanged more than a few words with Urso, most of them about duties, the wolf related to him in many ways. Urso was also quiet and didn't really mingle with any other recruits, but unlike him, the taur-bear seemed content to be left alone. Urso obviously also beat Rex and the others in many ways, but they didn't really torment him for it at all. Urso, somehow, emanated some of aura that everyone seemed induced to respect. Another thing Jett admired about him.

The wolf was completely entranced by the sight. Urso was naked, of course, which brought to light another very distinctive feature of his. He featured a big,fur covered sheath and directly under it, Urso's sack hung also covered by fur, but very clearly outlined. Every time he moved to spread the soap or wash up something, they would dangle between his legs in a soft motion. Their sheer size was the most impressive feature. Sure, Urso himself was huge, having almost a whole head of advantage over Jett, but that was still big even for that size. The wolf couldn't help but imagine what they... 'felt' like. The wolf's eyes went back to that sheath. Jett could only imagine what sort of member that thing must've been hiding. Fully hard, Urso could have easily been almost twice his size, if he happened to be well endowed. From back there, Jett could almost see a hint of pink from that shaft hidden there. Certainly it would look very different from his canine member. He wondered if the color would change when he got hard, too...

"Holy shit!"

Jett snapped out of his thoughts startled by a voice coming from behind him. He turned around to see Rex and Ryder, the stag, looking at him with wide eyes and an expression of deep mockery. The panther pointed at him... except downwards, and laughed.

"You're walking around with a full boner, chewy! What the fuck!" Rex mocked, stepping closer. It was only then that Jett looked down to notice that his towel had a very clear tent in front of it that outlined his fully hard member and even a small dark spot in the front, just over the tip. The wolf's ears fell back and his hands were quick to come over it, pushing his hard cock to the side, but the outline was still pretty visible under his towel, which was a very poor cover for it.

"I.. I... I'm.. n.. not-" Jett started, but both Rex and Ryder were laughing hard at him. Rex stepped right up to him, clearly having a lot of fun inspecting the bulge from up close.

"That's why you shower after all of us? So you can jack it in the showers while you're all alone?" The panther asked, still barely holding his laughing, but then the sound of the shower running ceased. That made both Jett and Rex to look inside and see Urso looking back at them, his expression serious and neutral as it always was. Rex took a second looking at Urso before the realization hit him. His eyes widened even further, as did his smile.

"Oooh shit, chewy! You were getting hard from watching Urso shower?!" Rex's question brought another laugh from Ryder behind him along with his own. Jett glanced at Urso and met his eyes, but only for a second. He couldn't bear to stare at them, so he lowered his. Urso's expression was still unreadable. At that moment, Tank and two other recruits came into the locker room as well, probably drawn in by the ruckus. Jett pressed his hands harder against his now diminishing erection, but the other three were pretty quick to catch up in what was going on.

"Listen, it's.. It's not what it looks like! I wasn't.. I mean..." The wolf started again. His mind was racing, heart throbbing in chest as the five recruits came closer to him to watch. Jett pressed himself harder against the wall. He couldn't think of an excuse.

"Yeeeeah, right! Of course it's not! RIGHT?" Rex said harshly, and, at the same time, grabbed the towel around Jett's waist and tugged it free with a single, strong pull. With both hands over his erection, Jett failed to hold the towel against the panther's grasp, his hands scrambling forward to try and catch it and in turn, left his semi-hard, red member out in the open for all those eyes to see. The wolf's ears glued down against his head, his tail tucking itself between his legs while his hands moved back quite quickly over his cock once more. Jett let out a small, embarrassed whimper pressing his back against the wall once more. A deep blush was clear to see under his muzzle's fur, but all he could do was glance between those judging pair of eyes before stopping at Rex's look of superiority. A huge smirk plastered on his muzzle while he held the towel up above his head.

"You should've told us you were gay, chewy. That explains a lot," Rex said, bringing chuckles and snickers from the small crowd behind him.

"I'm n-not! I wasn't.. I was just..." Jett protested, but apparently, it was too late. The others were already commenting between each other.

"And I was always getting dressed in front of him!"

"Bet he was staring the whole time."

"That's why he rarely even goes to the town with the rest of us to get girls?"

Jett couldn't handle the exposure. The wolf advanced over the panther, one hand going up to take the towel from him. He did grip it, but Rex didn't really let it go. Desperate for some covering, Jett grabbed Rex's wrist with his other hand to force him to let go.

"Fuck, Rex, give it back! I wasn't stari-" Jett complained, but that apparently annoyed the struggling panther, for the wolf did not expect a punch to come at his stomach. It made Jett grunt and back away, hands gripping his chest as the punch took the air out of him. Rex looked down at him, a little winded himself, but just kept on smiling. None of the others acted out to help the wolf as he recovered. The panther just threw the towel on the floor, smiling for his small victory.

"Say whatever you want, chewy, we all saw it," Rex stated, sneering at him. "C'mon, we should get back to the barracks before his gayness rubs off on us," the panther continued, turning around to leave. The others still glanced at him, some snickering, some serious, but one by one they started leaving after Rex still talking with each other about it. Jett picked up his towel and held it against his crotch while his other hand still held against his punched stomach. The wolf was left leaning against the wall, the pain slowly subsiding.

In truth, Jett had been attracted to guys for a long time. Not that there'd been too many in the farm where he grew up, but in the barracks, things were different. Of course, he'd never had more than a small tingle of appreciation before. Not even close to a full erection, but now... now suddenly the others knew. The wolf's ears went down once again. If the general heard about it... he'd be lucky if they just kicked him out of the army. He expected much, much worse things to happen, though. Jett had heard stories of people getting lashed for these kinds of things or, even worse, ending up in prison. Rex was a huge pain, but surely not even he would go as far as telling on him, would he...? The wolf shook his head. The panther would have no proof of it anyways. He'd only get kicked out if he was caught in the act. Yeah, that was probably it. Those thoughts were probably accurate, but they did very little to calm the wolf's nerves.

Steps came towards the wolf, making him lifts his head once more. He looked around for a moment, coming out of his thinking and realizing the steps came from behind. Urso walked past him, fur dry and towel around his waist, covering himself. For a brief second, Jett and Urso's eyes met once again. Urso's expression was still serious, but Jett was sure he could see something else in it now. Anger? ...Disappointment? He couldn't tell. No one could never tell with Urso, but that brief second before Urso's eyes shifted forward made the wolf feel much, much worse about himself. Somehow, it felt even worse than Rex's eyes full of mockery. He had no idea why.

Urso didn't look back and didn't say anything. The big guy just went to his locker and started taking his clothes out of it as if nothing had happened at all. Jett stood there, staring, but he couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear to look into Urso's eyes again. The wolf turned and rushed inside the shower room, where he planned to stay at the very least until Urso was gone.

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The rest of the day went on as usual for Jett. The wolf managed to gather up his thoughts on his shower and, as he planned, Urso was gone by the time he left. With most of the day's training and chores gone through and the sun setting, all Jett had to go through was dinner. The wolf took his food and ate his share alone and quickly as he always did to give himself some time to relax before the night came. He did notice several glances and even some snickering towards him, which indicated that, as he suspected, Rex and the others were spreading his story, but he just ignored it. How was it any different than any other sort of mockery? Hopefully it'd go away soon enough. Hopefully. Jett was careful to steer away from Rex for the rest of the evening and, after dinner, there wasn't much time left for anything anyways. They were all expected to be asleep by ten.

The next day went on pretty normally as well. Jett was afraid Rex would bring the matter up with the general over at their morning training, but the panther acted like nothing happened. Sure, 'fag' was added to the small words of mockery directed at him once, which did concern him a little bit, but it was nothing compared to prison. Jett was also sure the story had spread, for the strange looks he got from some of the other recruits were definitely not normal. He cursed himself for letting all of that happen. Spending the day trying to steer away from Rex was normal for Jett, but doing the same thing for Urso definitely wasn't. The big bear still hadn't said anything (as far as he knew, to anyone) about what happened and for some reason, that left the wolf even more worried. Knowing Urso, he'd probably never speak of it, but every time he looked at the guy he felt his shame and embarrassment rise again. Maybe after some time that could pass... maybe.

Jett woke up on the second day when the first rays of sunlight invaded the barracks, as he always did. Growing up on a farm at least had him used to waking up at sunrise. The wolf sat up on his bunk and realized he that he definitely wasn't the first to wake up. Most of the recruits were up making their beds or coming in and out the communal bathroom. There were a few whispers here and there, but most of them were silent doing their own stuff, the usual morning slouch prevailing over the room. Jett sighed. He found himself feeling a lot better about the locker room's events. It all seemed like it was kind of far away. Urso's bed was in the same row as his, so he couldn't see him properly, but since the bear was so tall Jett did glance towards him. The taur-bear was apparently setting his stuff straight just like everyone else. The sight made Jett's ears fold back a little for a moment. The wolf stole a glance towards Rex too, who sat on his bed several rows away on the opposing side from his. The panther was leaning forward, casually talking to a boar who sat on his bed next to his. Yeah, maybe what happened the day before wouldn't matter after all.

The wolf barely noticed his tail wagging slowly behind him as he stood up and stretched his arms. Jett was dressed in nothing but the boxers he usually wore for sleeping, but then again, that's what everyone else was wearing. In truth, that small tingle of 'appreciation' he had for the sight was there, but it was weak. The thought of it while Jett made his bed brought up a small hint of a blush to his muzzle, but he brushed it away.

The agitation around him was starting to get higher. Jett's ears flickered. The wolf walked closer to the bathroom door to take a look at the old, rusty wall clock hanging next to it. Twelve minutes until 6, it showed, which made Jett stir with worry. Damn it. He had slept a little more than he should. In the fall, the sun usually did come up later, which always screwed up his morning time. That wouldn't be a big deal on most days, but saturdays were inspection day, which meant that at precisely six o'clock the general would step through that door and expect them all to be lined up next to their beds and at their prime to inspect how things were going. They had to be in their underwear for that, as their bodies were apparently part of the inspection. It had bothered the wolf on the first days as he found it hard not to be embarrassed about someone staring at him while he wore nothing but his boxers, but with the general, fear always lorded over embarrassment. Normally, just the effort to keep his tail and ears straight up was enough to distract him.

Jett rushed on to the bathroom. He went for the urinal to take a quick leak, then went to the stained, old mirror over one of the sinks to splash some cold water over his muzzle and fix the scrambled patches of fur from the previous night's sleep. On his way out of the bathroom, he glanced at the clock again. Six minutes left. Fuck. Jett was usually more careful than that. The wolf pretty much ran back to his bed, though he did catch a sneer from Rex on his way, and made sure his bed was properly set. Next, he opened the trunk at the foot of his bed and grabbed the clean pair of boxers on the top of his folded uniform. It was a matter of seconds before he had changed to the new pair and stuffed his old one inside the trunk. He'd have to wash those over the weekend.

Most of the other recruits were already lining up perfectly by their beds. Jett did too, standing very straight with his arms firm at his sides. The room fell into silence with nothing but an occasional stir and a few heads turning towards the clock to see the time. Jett wished he could see it, too. It didn't take long for the barrack door to open and the general to walk in.

General Hower was a very tall rhino. Jett had a theory that they didn't let short people become generals, because every single one he'd seen so far always towered over him. It worked pretty well, too, because when the generals came up to him they sure as hell succeeded in making him feel small. The wolf didn't even remember the general's first name.

The moment general Hower walked in the room fell into complete silence. Everyone stood very straight, hands behind their back, looking forward with their heads high. Jett could only glance at the rhino. The general walked with his head high and the firm expression he always had. Jett remembered that, in his first days in camp, he'd thought that that expression was far too stereotypical to be real, but he had quickly learned that the general could match all the firmness his expression gave away and more. The only one that could match the general's size and build was Urso, while all the others could only get as far as his long, intimidating horn at most. Jett certainly couldn't. The rhino didn't say anything, just walked slowly towards the recruits, eyes wandering all around the barracks certainly looking for anything wrong with it until he reached the first line of recruits. Jett's bed was pretty far along down the room, so he knew he had some time. The general stopped to look at the first one, setting those judging eyes over the poor dog and saying nothing. He kept looking for about 30 seconds and moved on to the next one on the opposing side. That's how it was. If the general didn't have any complaints, it meant you were good.

It was always harder to stand still when Jett knew he HAD to stand still. He found himself twitching every now and then, while also feeling a light pinching over his balls. The itch to scratch something always comes at the worst moments. The wolf shifted his legs very lightly, hoping to fix the itch, but it didn't quite work. Jett grunted in a silent curse. He looked at the general again, who was already in the second row of recruits, then waited until he turned to inspect the guy in the opposing row. The wolf quickly brought his paw forward to give his balls a good, discreet scratching over his boxers, then moving it back just five seconds afterwards. That felt much better.

Jett focused on standing perfectly straight once more, but it only took seconds before that itch returned. This time, it made him flinch, as it felt considerably stronger than the last time. The itch started... spreading? Jett could feel an itch all over his balls now, over his sheath and over his inner thighs. Glancing at the general nervously, Jett was less careful this time while sneaking his paw forward to scratch it. This time, he scratched it thoroughly, even if that made his ears flicker back seeing the recruits around him looking.

Relief watched over the wolf again, quickly returning to his proper position, but this time it didn't last at all. His hand barely reached his back again before the itching starts again, feeling even worse than before. Jett failed to keep his ears upright, nervous and worried about it. He looked at the general again, who is much closer now, and held himself back from scratching again, waiting for a proper opportunity. He found himself trembling, the itching assaulting his sheath and balls like nothing he'd ever felt before. Jett knew that something was definitely wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was. That is, until in one of his glances towards the general, he caught Rex looking at him with a smile. The general had already gone through the panther and that smile, that expression of someone who was just holding himself back from outright laughing... that's when Jett realized they'd done something.

Jett snuck some scratching two more times, each one stronger and more desperate than the last. The wolf was past caring about the stares of the others around him, feeling his balls burning in an itch that returned seconds after he scratched it. The canine could no longer keep his ears upright, nor keep his legs from twitching every now and then for a particularly strong pinching of that hellish itch. The general, however, started getting too close for him to successfully sneak in scratching without the rhino seeing. Jett stood there, trying to endure the itch as the general carefully inspected the recruits just two rows away from him. Had the general always been so slow, or was he taking a specially long time on that particular day? It sure seemed like he was.

Jett couldn't handle it anymore. The moment the general turned around he slowly brought his opposing hand up to scratch at his balls in what he tried to make as a discreet manner, but in the end it just seemed outright weird. His eyes were over the rhino as he did it, and therefore they caught the rhino's eyes turning towards him, looking down at his hand at first, which he quickly took away back to his back, then upwards to meet his own eyes. With his usual slow, calm and cold steps, the general stopped his inspection and skipped a whole row of recruits to come stand in front of the wolf.

General Hover stood right in front of him. Jett kept his eyes and head straight, as he was supposed to, but he couldn't manage to make his ears do the same. They remained folded back against his head, pretty much giving away his guilt for doing something wrong. The wolf's eyes only saw the bigger rhino's neck and broad chest, but a quick glance upwards was enough for him to see those narrowed, judgemental eyes looming over him, even with the general's horn going over his head. It made Jett's ears glue down against his head completely. The general stood there, doing nothing for several seconds. The itch in his balls was killing the wolf. His knee was twitching involuntarily in a desperate reflex to reach for it and his hands were curled into tight fists behind his back, wanting nothing more than to reach up and scratch it until it all went away. The wolf bit his lip. Maybe the general would just turn around and move on to the next recruit. Maybe...

"After all this time, have you not learned how to properly stand at attention towards your superiors, recruit?" The general asked, making the wolf's heart sink. His ears twitched and he suppressed a whimper.

"Sir, yes sir! I have learned ho-" he started, but the general cut him right away.

"No, you have not learned," the general stated, simply. The rhino's wide, booted foot came to push against his left foot's size, pushing it closer to his right foot. Jett hadn't noticed he'd lost the stance's proper footing through his itching with his heels no longer touching as they should. The wolf immediately remedied his stance. His sheath and balls were killing him. "After months of training, you still haven't learned, recruit. You see, that's why we cannot have any lenience. After a while, you start softening. Thinking you are above the rules," the general started, his voice starting out calm, but slowly rising. It was one of his typical speeches.

"You become unruly, undisciplined. The army will not stand for that!" The rhino continued, slowly turning sideways to address the whole platoon instead of just the wolf. Everybody stood at perfect attention, not moving as he spoke. "It doesn't matter how many times I have to repeat it. How many punishments I have to hand out. I made a vow when I took you all in as recruits and you WILL learn proper discipline!"

The rhino kept going, his passion growing alongside his voice. The general stood right in front of him, but facing the row of recruits. Jett couldn't handle it anymore. He used the hand opposite to the side the general was turned to and brought it forward again to scratch his balls. It was such a huge relief, feeling his claws giving the itch what it needed the most. The wolf scratched his bulge heavily over his boxers in a few single swipes, almost moaning in relief for it, but then he saw the general's eyes turning sideways towards him again in the middle of the rhino's sentence. He saw those pupils moving downwards, but his hand wasn't faster than they were, no matter how fast it retreated to his back. The wolf clearly saw the general's pupil dilate, his eyebrows raise, his eyes widen.

The rhino stopped his speech mid sentence, turning towards the wolf once more. Jett could barely keep his head straight, resisting the urge to look down. The itch in his balls was already returning, too.

"You think this is some sort of joke, recruit?" The rhino asked. His voice had lowered back down to a normal volume, but his anger bled through them.

"Sir, no sir! I think they put something i-" Jett answered, promptly, barely able to keep his voice from trembling.

"Don't you DARE talk back! Drop down and give me twenty, recruit!" The rhino said, not giving a damn about his justification.

Jett didn't waste any time. He took a step back, let himself fall forward and caught himself before hitting the ground with both his hands, like he had done so many times. He started doing the push-ups for the general, staring at the rhino's boots. The itch, however, was already gnawing at him at full strength. It seemed like every time he scratched it, it returned worse. He could feel it all over his balls now, along with his sheath and even inside it somewhat. The itch itself made his legs start trembling. The wolf could barely feel the usual burn in his arms for the push-ups. He kept counting: 9, 10, 11... but the itch felt like it was burning. He felt each single pinch over his balls sharply. Jett couldn't hold himself back anymore. By his 15th push-up, he collapsed. The wolf whimpered, and his hand went down to pretty much claw at his balls. Over his underwear for a few scratches, then his hand slipped inside his boxers to reach for his balls and scratch them properly. It was such a huge relief. For a moment, he forgot where he was. His eyes closed and he just kept scratching, scratching, scratching...

That's when he felt the general's boot coming over his head.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN MESS WITH YOUR SUPERIORS LIKE IT'S NOTHING, RECRUIT?"

The big rhino stepped over its side, forcing the wolf down awkwardly against the floor. The general's voice echoed through the barracks, as loud as it could get. All Jett could see and smell was the sole of those big boots. At first, he tried to retreat from it in pure reflex, but the rhino pressed hard in a way that was almost hurtful. Jett's hand retreated from inside his boxers. One of them came up to hold the rhino's boot, though there wasn't much he could do about it. It's not like he was going to try to throw the general down, too. The itch slowly started to burn through his balls again. Jett felt a tingle of the same itch on the back of his hand as well, which confused him at first, but then he realized that, whatever it was, was surely over the front part of his boxers. It also explained why it felt worse every time he scratched it from over them. He was just smearing the thing against his sheath and balls even harder.

"If you think you're getting away with this, recruit, you're VERY wrong. I'll have a word with the commander about your behavior and we will decide an appropriate, long term punishment for you. You WILL regret this shameful display!"

The rhino stepped harder, almost grinding his boot against the wolf's head before he finally retreated his foot. Jett coughed once, instantly moving to get up to his knees. His hand, however, went right back down to scratch his balls over his boxers, almost in pure reflex this time. Jett looked up at the general with his ears flattened and tail between his legs.

"Sir, I'm sorry, they p-" he started, but the big rhino's foot came to his chest to kick him backwards. It wasn't strong enough to hurt, but it did take the air out of his lungs for a moment while Jett stumbled backwards, falling on his back.

"You WILL be sorry, recruit," he stated. The general was back to his cold anger, which, from experience, was way worse than his loud anger. The rhino put his hands behind his back, turning away from the wolf and walking calmly towards the middle of the line of recruits again.

"Your fellow recruit will get his suitable punishment, but he also needs a more immediate form of reprieve. I however, have matters to attend to," the general said, his voice loud, addressing everyone in the room. "Instead of going down to the town today with the rest of us, you will all stay here and make sure your undisciplined squad member gets his proper punishment. I don't care what you do, but I trust you'll find something that matches the barbarity of his behavior. You can all view this as a lesson. YOUR actions don't affect only you, but your whole platoon."

Nobody moved as the rhino spoke, but Jett knew full well the meaning of what he was saying. The whole platoon would be denied their day in town, which was the only free day they had and the one everyone looked forward to the most in the week, solely because of him. At least, for the moment, the wolf was glad to see the rhino giving up on the rest of the inspection and walking back outside. His hand immediately went back inside his boxers to scratch his balls.

"Dismissed," the rhino said briefly before he left the barracks. Everybody relaxed, but nobody really moved before the crude door had closed behind the rhino. Immediately, all the recruits started forming a circle around the wolf. Jett felt all their eyes upon him, but he kept scratching his balls nevertheless. He couldn't stop.

"What the FUCK was that?" One of the recruits asked. Jett couldn't even see who it was from between so many gathering around him.

"You're out of your mind, Chewy?"

"You just cost us our fucking free day!"

Dozens of similar complaints started rising between the recruits. Jett used his other hand to cover his hand scratching his balls, his ears still down and tail visibly tucked between his legs. He moved to start standing up.

"S-someone put something in my boxers! It itches...!" Jett protested, but his voice felt weak between the others. From between the other recruits, Rex pushed his way towards Jett. The panther was smirking. The wolf blushed, standing there, curved down with his own hand inside his boxers while the panther held that victorious smirk, despite the fact that he too had lost his free day.

"You! It was Rex! You put something in my underwear!" Jett started, even if his voice felt weak. The wolf did let out a small growl towards the panther, but he was fully aware that he couldn't look very threatening with his hand down his boxers.

"Shut up, Chewy. It's not my fault that you can't control yourself even in front of the general," Rex responded in his usual aggressive manner. "Since we knew about your whole faggy situation, we decided to help make sure you weren't going to spring another boner in front of the general since, you know.. A room full of guys in their underwear. That's gotta be somethin' that gets your gay motors running, right? Ryder had some itching powder he gathered from some plants down at the fields, so we thought that oughta do."

Surprisingly, that brought a couple chuckles and laughs from some of the recruits around him. Some of them were leaving, though. Jett didn't see Urso among the ten or so that stayed.

"I told you the powder was good stuff," Ryder added, nudging the panther's side with a proud smile all over his face.

"Screw you, Rex!" Jett almost shouted, his anger and frustration with the situation overwhelming his usual common sense as he walked up to the panther. "You're just angry because I beat you on every one on one we have. You're nothing but a very childish, sore loser!," Jett said, putting a claw against Rex's chest. The wolf did have a small snarl in his muzzle, showing his teeth, but his ears were still down and his hand still inside his boxers, tending to his balls. Rex stared at him for a moment, eyes wide. Everyone did, in fact. It was the first time the wolf had ever talked back to the panther's teasing. A moment, later, though, Rex brushed the wolf's claw over his chest aside with a harsh movement. The panther's face got drained of every single trace of amusement, all of it replaced by sheer anger.

Jett's ears glued down against his head looking at the panther's raging eyes. Had he gone too far? The wolf looked away, then mumbled a quick "I gotta wash up," and moved aside to shove his way into the crowd and into the bathroom. Instead of giving him space, they closed it. The horse, Tank, shoved him back towards their middle. Jett looked at Tank confused, but the big horse was just smirking. Jett looked at Rex again and the panther had regained his own smirk, though now it felt like... a cold one.

"We didn't really lose our free day, I'd say. Only YOU did, Chewy. The general said we should punish you and we, unlike you, are not prone to disobeying him, ya know," Rex said, calmly, in a tone that had all of his rage still bubbling behind it. The panther took a step forward, signaling towards Tank and then Ryder, the big stag, too. "Hold him."

Jett's tail placed itself between his legs with Tank and Ryder approaching him. The two tall guys grabbed his arms and held them against their bodies, almost lifting the shorter wolf in the process. Jett looked at each of them in turn, trying to jerk his arms away with a few grunts. He kind of also wanted to get his paw back inside his boxers since the itching powder was still acting now that he'd stopped his scratching. It still felt as strong over his sheath and balls as before.

"Let me go! You guys can't do this!" Jett protested, but his useless struggle only pleased Rex more, apparently.

"The general ordered us to punish you, so that's what we're gonna do. C'mon, I have an idea," Rex said, turning around and signaling them to follow. Tank and Ryder obeyed immediately, dragging Jett between them and forcing him to walk. The other recruits that were left and watching were all agitated, watching it all happen with snickers and whispers between each other. It was probably his own paranoia, but it felt like all of them were staring at him trying to cross his legs to get some friction on his itching balls while he was dragged.

The whole group left the barracks, which was something Jett didn't expect. He was very uncomfortable with being dragged on the outside still only on his underwear, but all the others were wearing nothing but their boxers too and didn't really seem to mind. Of course, being dragged by a bunch of brutes and heading towards Rex's furious 'punishment', that wasn't exactly his biggest concern.

"C'mon, guys, let me go! I don't think this is the kind of punishment the general had in mind!" Jett protested again, but all he got was a small slap on the back of his head from Ryder.

"The general doesn't know everything we know about you, does he? I think we're better suited to punish you," Rex answered, walking alongside him. That brought Jett's anxiety up to a whole new level.

Rex guided the small group of recruits all the way into the old barn from the farm complex. The heavy smell of hay and animals hit Jett's nose before everything else, as it always did whenever he walked into that place. Getting there, Rex lifted his hand to tell them to stop, looking down at Jett with a wide smile. Tank didn't let his right arm go, but Ryder relaxed his grip, leaving the wolf's left arm free to rush down to his boxers and scratch his terribly itchy balls. That brought another set of snickers from a few recruits in the back, but Jett needed it.

The panther didn't waste any time. He went and grabbed a big, thick roll of rope lying on the ground and started working on undoing the knot to free the bucket attached to it. The rope was obviously meant to work on a well, but the well had been dry for ages anyways. Rex threw the bucket aside with a loud thump, then went on to talk to the big stag. Jett perked his ears up in their direction, but he still couldn't catch what they were saying, since Rex was pretty much whispering. He didn't like that at all.

God, his balls were itching so much. Jett looked around, but there was no source of water nearby. If they'd just let him wash the damned powder out of his sheath and balls, then at least this punishment thing might not have been so bad. Jett knew he should be more worried about Rex, but he could barely think straight with the hellish gnawing at his most sensitive parts. He knew that, by scratching the wildly the way he was, he was just spreading the powder more, but he couldn't leave it alone, either.

Both the panther and the stag returned smiling once more. Jett lowered his ears. "Please, guys, this isn't funny. I really need to get rid of this powder. It's killing me!" Jett pleaded, but all Rex did was give his shoulder a small push.

"That's part of your punishment, Chewy," he said in that cold voice again, stepping closer to envelop the rope around his chest. At the same time, he could see Ryder with the other end of the long rope, spinning it, then throwing it up over one of the high wooden foundations from the ceiling. Jett jerked his right arm, but Tank was still holding that firmly, yet he still used his left one to push Rex's rope away from him.

"What the heck do you think you're doing? You can't tie me up!" Jett protested once more, a small growl coming towards Rex, though his ears folded themselves back yet a little further down. His outburst successfully made the panther step back, but as soon as he'd pushed the rope away his hand went back inside his boxers to scratch his balls some more. He missed Rex signaling towards him and then a big horse, Jett believed his name was Gray, stepped forward to grab his left arm and jerk it behind his back rather painfully.

"You little fag. You'll take every punishment we throw at you," the horse said, threateningly. It also brought a nod and grunt of approval from Tank, the boar holding his other arm, which seemed to renew his efforts to hold him seeing the horse doing it so well. Rex returned with the rope, coiling it around his chest, but Jett didn't cease his struggles.

"Come on, guys, you can't do this! You can't! The general won't approve!" Jett kept protesting. He successfully managed to kick Rex's leg once, forcing him to back off, but that brought both Tank and Gray's legs around his to hold them back, while at the same time bringing out an angry snarl from the panther. He started working the ropes faster after that. Harder. They went around his chest, then he had Tank and Gray hold his arms behind his back so that he could tie them together as well. Jett could even recognize the knots Rex was using, since they'd all learned how to do it in training. Because of that, he knew he wouldn't be undoing them without help. Next, the brutes lowered him towards the floor, face first, a little harder than he would've liked. At that point Jett was already squirming against the ropes, both because he didn't want to be tied up and because, well, he couldn't scratch his balls anymore. The itch was terrible when left alone, pinching his balls a thousand times per second.

"Please guys! I didn't do it on purpose! It was Rex's fault!" Jett kept pleading, but all his pleas were doing is bring out snickers and laughter from the others. They were obviously having fun in tying him up. Rex was working with a single piece of rope, so his work was a little clumsy, having to coil it around the wolf's body several times, but the rope was long, so he found a way to reach the wolf's legs. Jett felt rope coiling around his ankle with Rex tying a knot around a single one, which Jett didn't quite understand the purpose of until he felt his ankle being pulled towards his wrists, forcing him to bend his leg, with another knot forcing it to stay that way. The other ankle soon followed, which ended with Jett in a strange kind of hogtie where he could still spread his legs, but couldn't lower them. He cursed his canine flexibility. The position was very uncomfortable, of course, but when they were done, most of Jett's squirming was actually him trying to rub his balls against the ground to scratch them.

Rex stepped away when he was fully tied up, giving him more space to squirm on the floor. All Jett managed was to get on his side, grunting as his muscles clearly tensed for the strength he was applying against the rope, but it was thick and old; he might as well be forcing against a piece of metal.

"Please! The general-" Jett started again, but Rex cut him this time.

"The general already left to the town with everyone else, like we were supposed to go, and even if he hadn't we could just tell him about your shower event. I'm sure he wouldn't mind it, then," the panther said with pleasure in his voice. It made Jett's ears fold back even harder, for he knew that was very likely. Before he could respond, Rex continued.

"Besides, you haven't even seen the best part yet!" Rex said, now smiling excited again. He waved his paw towards Ryder, who now Jett noticed was still holding the other point of the long rope. The big stag nodded, grinning, and pulled the rope with strength. Jett felt himself getting lifted from the ground, as the rope went up towards the ceiling and back down to tie him up. What he'd considered clumsy work from Rex before was actually him coiling the rope against the wolf several times so it'd support his weight properly. It still felt very uncomfortable having the rope pressing against his fur and skin, but there were enough loops around his body so that it didn't really hurt. Slowly, Jett saw himself being lifted from the ground. The wolf squirmed, but all it did now was make him swing back and forth in the air and slowly spin around back and forth. His tail promptly stuck itself between his legs as he went up with all of the other recruits around him laughing at his predicament. He tried pressing his claws against the ropes, thrashing with his legs, forcing his arms... everything, but it was no use. It stopped when he was just about eye level with Rex, who gave him a few pats on his shoulder, saying it was good enough. Jett saw Ryder tying the rope tightly against one of the wooden stable handles, testing it until it was firm and successfully leaving the wolf hanging suspended and hogtied in the middle of the barn.

"Listen, Rex, I'm sorry for what I said, alright? I didn't mean... I mean... You can't... This is far too much! It's not funny!" Jett had his ears down, resorting to pleading once more since his struggling wasn't going to get him anywhere and hell, his balls were killing him again. From the look the panther gave him he instantly realized he'd said the wrong thing. Rex's smile diminished, probably not happy to be reminded of the previous event.

"Tank, fetch me that other small piece of rope right there," was all Rex said, pretty much ignoring Jett, who in turn just looked at him nervously. More rope? When Tank brought it over, they exchanged a few words, then both stepped forward towards him. Jett didn't expect tank to grab his head and muzzle, keeping it firm as Rex wrapped the smaller rope around his snout, then tied it up. When they both let go, it didn't feel very firm, but it successfully kept the wolf from opening his muzzle, reducing his pleading and protesting to a series of muffled "Hmmfghs" and "Mmmfs" while he tried to shake the rope off off it.

"Ah, sweet, sweet silence. That's much better. Wouldn't want to hear your whining all the time," Rex said, looking at Jett straight in the eyes. His superior smirk was back with full strength now, while the wolf couldn't do anything but lower his ears and let out a soft whimper.

"Was drivin' me nuts. 'Please this', 'please that'," Ryder commented following the panther up. The big stag had the same amused smile on his muzzle. Sometimes he could be as annoying as Rex.

At that point, all the recruits around him were already whispering and snickering towards each other all the time. Rex turned towards the others and stepped away, talking to them. Jett had to perk his ears up, left there, bound and swinging in the air, to try and listen to what they were saying. Were they just going to leave him like that? For how long? He couldn't quite focus on what they were saying. Jett was gritting his teeth. The wolf kept moving his legs in the air, in vain attempts to ease the itch over his balls, which still hadn't passed. The others looked like they'd all but forgotten about it by now, but it was killing him. He needed to scratch it so badly. With his legs somewhat spread the way they were, he could feel it very clearly. His tender, furry nuts were assaulted from all sides with small, sharp pinches from the itch. He could feel it over his sheath and even a little bit inside it, probably from all the scratching he'd done.

"Oh, fuck, that's amazing," Jett heard Rex say out loud. It made him focus back on what they were doing. They had something in their hands that they were all looking at and discussing. Since Rex was holding it and his back was turned towards him, Jett couldn't quite see what it was. He did see that one of the small, old cabinets on the barn's corner were open, so that was probably something coming from it. That was very bad.

Jett wanted distance from all of that. Rex and the others returned, but the panther kept his hands behind his back, hiding whatever it is that he was holding. Jett tried to see, but it wasn't like he could move very much in his current predicament. That big, superior grin was all over Rex's and Ryder's muzzle, while the others followed with small giggles, whispering to other recruits, probably telling them what their plan was. Jett's ears lowered again.

"Hmmfg! Hmmfgh mmmhf!" The wolf complained, unable to voice any real words without being able to open his muzzle. That only served to amuse Rex, apparently.

"Shush, chewy. We finally came up with what your punishment should be. I mean... there's a risk you'll LIKE it, since apparently you love popping boners so much, but this... oh, this'll take it to the next level," Rex said, slowly bringing what he was holding over to the front so Jett could see. The wolf's eyes widened. They couldn't be serious. They were certainly just trying to scare him. If that was the case, they very much succeeded. Jett's ears pinned themselves down against his head, while his tail tucked itself tightly between his legs.

Rex was holding one of the syringe guns with a side label that read 'Bull-primer'. The panther lifted the aphrodisiac, holding it correctly so he could see it. The wolf shook his head, more muffled protesting and pleading coming from his closed off muzzle, but all that did was make the panther chuckle.

"What's wrong? You can't control that prick of yours anyways, so this'll hardly make a difference, right?" Rex said, bringing more giggles and laughs from the recruits behind him. The panther played with the syringe gun in his hand, making Jett even more nervous. Other recruits behind him were cheering him on.

"Put it on 'im!"

"Give boner-wolf a real boner!"

All the cheering seemed to up Rex's natural smugness ten times. The panther's tail swished behind him in wide, slow motions, showing his pleasure with the matter. Slowly and discreetly, Rex leaned in, muzzle close to Jett's to whisper. "We'll see who always wins, you faggot," he whispered, making Jett's ears flatten even more. Rex walked past him, going towards his back, and Jett could only follow him looking awkwardly over his shoulder.

The panther placed a hand over Jett's exposed back. The wolf squirmed in his bondage some more with more muffled protests, but Rex ignored those completely. Everyone was cheering on him even more. The panther made a ceremony to lift up the syringe gun in the air, bringing even more cheers from the small crowd. Jett shook his head, a few pleading whimpers coming. Was he REALLY going to do it? No way. But they were all cheering for him to do it! Rex casually lowered one side of Jett's underwear, exposing half of his furry rump to everyone, which was already shameful for the wolf in itself, but it made it even more real. Rex had definitely succeeded in scaring the wolf. Jett struggled more. The ropes holding him creaked, but they held his limbs firmly. He wanted to kick the panther away so badly. Rex did look at him one more time, despite his awkward position. The panther's toothy grin grew and then, Jett knew he really was going to do it.

It happened very fast. Before Jett could even realize it was done, the syringe gun made a small 'hiss' and he felt a small pinch over his rump. The syringe gun had emptied its contents inside him. It was designed to be fast and precise so that bulls wouldn't get angry or scared and kick. Rex threw the empty syringe gun on the floor and lifted both hands in triumph as the barn erupted with cheers and laughs for what he just did. Jett, on the other hand, had never been more embarrassed in his life. He had just been injected with chemicals meant to arouse big bulls. He was being displayed like some sort of showcase! The thought made him struggle yet a little more, but it was hopeless.

While they were all cheering, laughing and 'not believing Rex had actually done it', Jett looked down to see the syringe gun on the floor. The small, transparent container on top of it that had been full with a watery-substance before was completely empty. On the gun's side, the warning was written in big red letters: "WARNING: Exceeding recommended dosage will impede the animal's ability to reach orgasm and ejaculate." Jett's eyes widened a little, his anxiety growing even more. There was a small slider in the gun's side to adjust how much of the substance it was going to inject, but it was set to all of it, which was usually the default for adult, regular sized bulls. Thing is, those bulls probably weighed several times as much as Jett did.

"Hmmfghh!! Mmmfg Ummfg!" Jett protested, squirming again and trying to point towards the gun on the floor with awkward nods with his head. Rex looked at him again, still laughing, but he didn't seem to understand at all what he was trying to tell him. Getting close to his head again, Rex almost stepped on the gun on the floor, but after doing that the panther promptly kicked it away, making it slide far away towards the door. Jett let out a small, urgent whimper.

"Wassup, chewy? Did it huuurt?" Rex asked in a mocking tone. Ryder followed it up with a comment on how his chewed ear matched his bondage, bringing up a new topic of idle, mocking conversation between the recruits that left Jett in the middle of everything as always. Nobody had bothered to lift his underwear again, so having half his rump exposed made the wolf feel even more aware of how exposed he really was for all of them. The whole gun thing distracted him enough, but he could definitely still feel that itching powder gnawing at his balls, even if the harsher part of the effect seemed to be passing. On top of that, he had just been injected with something meant for farm animals. All those things were pretty bad, but looking towards the barn's big door, Jett spotted for the first time Urso standing there, leaning against the door and looking at him. Somehow it made all of his shame escalate to a whole new level.

The big taur-bear was looking directly at the wolf with that same serious, neutral expression he always had. His arms were crossed over his chest. Being hanging from the ceiling, Jett had a somewhat clear sight of Urso staring at him. In his mind, he was imagining Urso watching his shameful display with the same amusement of all the others, if not more. Why wouldn't he anyways? It was he who was showering when they'd caught the wolf with a boner for staring. Jett was fully aware of how creepy and weird it was having a guy getting a boner for watching someone naked. Those thoughts made Jett wish he had taken the time to apologize to Urso, but he couldn't... couldn't look at him. He averted his eyes. He couldn't look at Urso now, either. His shame was far too big. His thoughts were taken away from Urso when he felt someone poking at his balls over his underwear.

Jett looked back over his shoulder to see Tank doing it. It felt extremely invasive and embarrassing, being touched casually like that.

"Think it's gonna work on him like it does on bulls?" he asked to no one in particular.

"Sure it will! See that? I bet it's already working," someone else Jett couldn't quite see said from behind him. Indeed, now that it was mentioned, Jett did realize he was feeling hot. It was a hot day outside and he had a thick fur, but being pretty much naked, well... he wasn't feeling hot before. The wolf started breathing a little faster through his nose, chest heaving, and he could feel... something in his balls. It was a strange feeling, hidden beneath those remnants of painful itch that still assaulted him, but it was definitely there.

"Damn right! Look at this," someone else followed up, then Jett felt a claw touch his groin. Indeed, he had barely noticed, but the claw touched his shaft directly, which was partially out of its sheath. Jett let out a small whine with the thought, for that meant that it would create a visible bulge in his underwear for them all to see, but he couldn't control it. He could feel his cock twitching, hardening as if he was thinking about the hottest thing on earth when, in fact, the situation couldn't be any less arousing. That claw poked his semi-hard erection a few more times, bringing more laughter and eyes to it and, in a way, helping it grow even more, much to his embarrassment.

Jett wanted to close his legs, cover himself somehow, but there was nothing he could do while his member slowly rose out from the cover of his sheath, gaining that red color inside his underwear and making the bulge of his boxers grow more and more. The heat inside him increased as well, which confirmed it must be the chemicals working, but it now felt focused on his groin.

From the side, Jett saw Rex heading behind him as well. He didn't have to see to know that the series of small flickers to his growing cock that followed were the panther's doing. It was uncomfortable, but by then his cock was already reaching a full mast. He could feel the fabric of his boxers pressing against his boner tightly, which made him self-aware of how much it must be bulging it for the others to see. Rex stepped back to his side and raised his hands in victory once more.

"Boner wolf now has a boner!" The panther announced, bringing a new wave of cheers from the small crowd. Jett's muzzle burned, but that was a whole different kind of hot from the one spreading through his body.

"Lmmfg mmuh uutgh!" Jett protested, which seemed to catch Rex's attention. All the panther did, however, was grin. The wolf could see in his eyes that he wasn't done yet. That he was enjoying his humiliation far too much to be done.

"Alright, alright. Now we need to teach this little fag that getting boners in the middle of men is a bad thing. I know juuuust how to do that." Rex moved out of Jett's sight as he spoke, which made the wolf worried again. He tried looking over his shoulder to see where he was, but all he could catch from the corner of his eye was the panther talking to Ryder again.

Jett got distracted when he felt another hand poking at his hard cock over the underwear. He could feel his erection press against the fabric with his cock kind of sideways inside. He felt just so hot. The small pokes were enough to make him groan lightly under his muzzle, as well as feel a hint of stickiness that probably meant his pre was now staining his boxers. The wolf's ears stayed down in embarrassment, since the small chuckles coming from behind him probably meant they could see it too. He couldn't even see who was doing it, since he or they were behind him now. Then the pokes moved down to poke at his knot, which even he was impressed to see was already grown, and he couldn't help but jerk and tremble in his bounds. The most sensitive part of his anatomy sent shivers of pleasure through him that made him blush because of how good it felt even in that situation. It was certainly that aphrodisiac's work. It had to be.

"Ddnmt tthmgfh tthmt!" Jett complained through his closed muzzle. For a moment, he thought it had worked, for the pokes stopped. Glancing over his shoulder, however, he saw that the reason they had stopped was because Rex was returning. In his hand, he had a very small container that he brought up when he approached the wolf's head, letting him see it. Most of the crowd around him went silent, the conversations dying down with everyone wanting to see what the panther was going to do next. It made Jett even more aware of his position in the center of everything.

"Lmmgh mghf gghmf, Rghst! Ennghff!" Jett said, though now it was more of a plead. His ears stayed down looking at Rex when the panther stood right in front of him again, but there was no mercy in those eyes, only amusement. The wolf's eyes went down to Rex's hand to take a better look at the small container. It was filled with a yellow-ish powder. Jett's eyes went as wide as Rex's grin.

"You're already familiar with itching powder, right? I think the powder Ryder collected is the perfect tool to imprint in that thick, faggy head of yours once and for all that getting boners in the middle of men is a bad thing." Rex sounded triumphant. Jett shook his head furiously, a small whimper escaping his throat. The effect of that previous batch of itching powder had just started to go away, now reduced to nothing but a small tingle over his balls every now and then. He wanted to get away from that thing. Rex started stepping to his side, but the panther leaned forward towards the wolf's ears for just a second.

"You can call me a 'sore loser', but we'll see who's gonna be 'sore' by the end of the day," the panther whispered to the wolf. His ears perked up for a moment, then Jett made an effort to look over his shoulder and keep his eyes on the panther heading towards his back. He still shook his head, struggling in his bonds and trying to speak up, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

All he could do was feel it. He felt Rex lower the waistband his boxer's front, tugging it down all the way to under his balls and letting his dark red, rock hard canine shaft out in the open along with his furry nuts. Jett could feel the light breeze over his member. It felt good, but it made the wolf struggle a bit once more, desperately. His muzzle was burning in embarrassment. Everywhere he looked, the other recruits surrounding him's eyes were looking towards his cock. The humiliation of it was bad enough that, for a moment, he forgot the threat of what Rex was about to do until he spoke up.

"Holy shit, he really does have a big boner," the panther commented, as if it wasn't entirely his fault that he had one. "Ryder, come here and do this. I don't want to touch another dude's junk," Rex said, looking back towards the stag. Ryder just laughed.

"Hell no, dude. I'm not touching it, either. Too bad the only fag that likes other dudes' cocks is tied up. Tank, you do it," Ryder said, passing on the ball.

"Nuh-uh. I'm not touching it either. He might get happy with it and cum all over me."

That last comment brought laughter from the crowd in general. Jett could only whimper, and yet his cock still throbbed in the air. He could swear his arousal was still getting higher. He felt as if he hadn't cummed for days on end and a small part of him was wishing hard he was alone in a bathroom with freedom to jerk off into a mighty release. That couldn't be farther from the truth right at that moment.

"You're all a bunch of wusses!" Rex said, though he too was still laughing a little. "Ya're all afraid you're gonna touch it and like it. Catch his fagness or something. When you're a real alpha male like me you don't get scared of that crap," the panther finally announced and, to prove his point, Jett felt a tight grip on his erection, right on his knot, that made him let out an involuntary groan as his senses flared with sudden pleasure over his sensitive flesh. More laughter rose around him, which immediately made him regret it, but it had caught him off-guard! Rex let go of it right away, cleaning his paw on the wolf's fur and laughing as well.

"Godamnit, Chewy! You're turning out to be much 'gay-er' than we thought! You really DO need this lesson, man." Rex spoke giving him a few pats on his side. Jett's ears were pinned against his head. At that moment, he didn't think the experience could be any more humiliating for him. "Time for our teaching moment, then," Rex said, which made Jett let out a light whimper once more.

The wolf wasn't sure about what Rex intended to do with the powder, but he had a pretty good idea. That's what made him struggle in his bounds a little while making an effort to look back at what the panther was doing as best as he could. Surely Rex couldn't mean to...?

Jett's small struggle and muffled protests stopped the moment he fell a hand over his member again. Was it the chemical that was making it so sensitive? Fingers touched the spear tip of his canine member, then went down his length. That repeated itself several times until the fingers reached his knot. They caressed it in a way that made Jett close his eyes and squirm for a whole bunch of different reasons. Over his knot, underneath it, everywhere. He barely heard the chuckles and small conversations from the crowd around him until it stopped. Those fingers went to his balls, treating them instead, but his needy member was left to pulse alone. Jett found himself panting from the experience.

And that's when he felt it. The first sting alone made his leg twitch in its bounds. Another followed, then another, then more started spiking up. Jett's ears glued down against his head feeling the now familiar sting of itching powder, but now at the tip of his member instead of just at his balls and sheath. That's what the fingers were doing, of course. Those fingers that were now just finishing with the base of his balls were spreading more itching powder over his junk. The obvious realization made Jett's eyes go wide in despair.

"Tkkhf ihf uuhmf! Tkkgh ihf uuhmff!!" Jett pleaded, starting to outright trash in his bounds. The fingers retreated, but laughter slowly rose from around him for his reaction. This time, he didn't even care. As the powder started working on his most sensitive, uncovered skin, he felt the itch starting to spread down his length as well. Everything, every side assaulted by countless small stings that urged him to scratch it, but he couldn't. Slowly, the itch started getting stronger and, when Jett didn't think it could get any worse, the powder over his knot started acting up.

The itch was hellish. All of his struggles was against the bindings of his arms, wanting desperately to reach down and scratch and scrape away the cursed powder off his junk. The itch spread to his balls as well, adding to his frustration, but the assault over his unprotected cock was still many times worse. Jett felt a hand grabbing the waistband of his underwear and pulling it back up, covering his cock once more but this time leaving the tip out since it didn't fit, pressed against his belly with only the outline of his length and knot showing over his underwear. The tightness somehow felt even worse. The wolf shook his hips as best as he could in the hope to get some friction over his underwear or, really, anything at all, but it wasn't enough.

Rex stepped back and entered his vision once more, cleaning his hands. Jett was still moving, making him swing back and forward in his suspended bounds, desperate to reach his cock. The worst part was that, even through all of this assault, he could still feel himself rock hard with no signs of going soft. He still felt his member throb, felt an occasional drop of pre come to now mess his belly fur and felt the itch running through every single inch of his cock and balls.

"Pllsh! Mmh sshrrih! Mmh ssrieh! Pllhhs ttkhg ihhmf uught!" Jett pleaded towards the panther, but as per usual, Rex didn't seem to mind it. If anything he was having more fun. The wolf really was regretting saying those things to the damn panther, at least in his head, but then again right now he would do absolutely anything to get rid of that itch.

"What's wrong, Chewy? Not enjoying the tingling all over that cock of yours? But I thought that's what you always felt when you saw other men in their underwear, huh?" Rex mocked him, pointing at his own lean body only in boxers. He was really making a show of it all and everyone seemed to enjoy it. Everyone but Jett.

Jett kept struggling, squirming and pleading with his eyes not only towards Rex, but towards anyone else that glanced his way. He HAD to scratch it! He very much doubted that anyone that was there would dare do anything against Rex, though. The panther turned away to talk to talk to Ryder and Tank and idle conversation and comments filled the barn again, leaving Jett in the middle to draw the occasional chuckle while he writhed in the air. His shaft was on fire. High stings of the itch crept up all around and, while he did keep his effort to move his hips and grind it against his underwear, it was nowhere near enough.

Around ten minutes of that went on which, for Jett, felt like an eternity. The wolf's eyes were tearing up, his breathing very heavy and with barely any strength left to struggle, but the itch... oh, the itch only felt worse and worse. If he could talk, he was embarrassed to know he'd be pleading anyone to at least scratch his cock for him. Rex and the small group he was talking to glanced at him occasionally. He had no doubt they were talking about him. Finally, they all started laughing more. Rex have Ryder a high-five, they nodded to each other and scattered. The big stag went away and Rex approached him once more.

"So, Chewy, I think you've had enough punishment for now. Do you think you've learned your lesson?" As always, all eyes fell on him when Rex approached and started talking. Everyone certainly eager to see what he would do next. Jett felt his muzzle and ears hot once more, but he still didn't hesitate to nod towards Rex, desperate for some relief.

"Good boy," Rex cooed in a very degrading way, making fun of his canine nature. Jett just kept looking at him. The wolf was desperately waiting for him to go and take the powder out of his shaft, but Rex wasn't moving.

"Pllshmmfh! Mmhfg thmmf pmmfghddr uuhmft!" Jett pleaded again, but that only made the panther chuckle.

"Hang in there, buddy. We're bringing in someone to help you get what you want," Rex responded with that wide grin of his. That made the wolf's ears pin down against his head again. They had MORE? Rex's hand came up to scratch his ears, but the wolf quickly shook the degrading act off.

A few more minutes of itching agony went by. Finally, every eye turned towards the door in the back, with laughter and conversation spiking, so that meant Ryder was probably back with whatever they planned to do next. Jett immediately strained to look behind his shoulder as best as he could, but this time Rex's hands came up to hold his head steady.

"Nuh-uh, Chewy! No peeking on your surprise!" the feline said laughing. Jett could only stare at him. He was angry, anxious, embarrassed, everything at the same time. He could barely process or think about his emotions with that itch assaulting his shaft, though. All he could do was indulge with his every impulse to scratch it.

A few tense seconds went by with the wolf unable to do anything but stare at Jett and glance around to how everyone in front of him was looking at something behind him with giggles, comments and laughter. His ears perked up, trying to get a hint of anything that would give away what was waiting for him. Jett jerked in his bounds when he felt his underwear's waistband being hooked underneath his balls again, exposing his itching and still very hard member to the world once more. That automatic reflex of embarrassment for having his cock seen by everyone kicked in, making the sentiment spike inside him, but at the same time it made him lose the very small friction of his boxers he had. Now the itch was free to assault his shaft from every side while the red rocket hung there, pulsing with an artificial arousal.

Next, Jett felt something rough and definitely powdery being smeared against the underside of his member. The thought of taking in even more of that powder sent the wolf into panic. His eyes went wide as he looked at Rex and he couldn't help but let out a long whimper.

"Plshmf, plmmfhg, pllmhf! Uhhg ccnght ttkhm uhmt! Plshhmf!" The wolf pleaded towards the panther with no regard for his dignity. He couldn't handle more of the powder. He just couldn't. He felt it being smeared against his balls as well and, truth be told, at least it was at least similar to scratching and that alone brought him some relief, despite the impending feeling that things were just about to get even worse. He also felt the act, despite the itch and how degrading it felt, arousing. He was certain that was the aphrodisiac's fault, but he certainly felt the small drop of pre that came from the tip of his cock.

Something weird came next. He felt... air being blown over his cock. Jett's ears perked up. Sniffing sounds? The wolf jerked his head away from Rex's hands in one rough movement that caught the distracted panther off-guard and turned to look over his shoulder. He definitely did not expect what he saw. Ryder was holding a piece of rope tied loosely around the neck of one of the big bulls from the farm, which he led all the way there. The big animal was bulky and just outright huge, short fur black and with hooves so large they could crush someone's skull in one step. The bull had his muzzle shoved right between Jett's legs where he couldn't see it, but that explained the sniffing.

The wolf was still confused about what that meant when he felt it. A warm, wet tongue dragging itself across the underside of his itching cock, all the way from the tip to his knot, then catching some of his sheath as well. Jett couldn't help but gasp and groan, barely hearing the increased amount of cheering and laughing coming from all around him. The bull didn't stop with just one. Another lick followed, then another, then another. The animal's tongue was big enough to envelop everything in it while also making his hanging shaft bounce in the air.

Oh, and how he felt it. Jett gasped again and again as that tongue swept over his needy member. It was a huge relief to his powder problem, probably because the saliva he also felt coating his member washed some of it away, but it also felt incredibly pleasurable. The warm and wet tongue's stimulation was only enhanced by the drugs running through his system, making Jett have to close his eyes to even cope with the plethora of pleasurable feelings he was going through with it. He had never received a blowjob before. He knew what it was and always wondered what it felt like, but actually feeling a tongue against cock was a whole different deal. Of course, it also occurred to him that his first 'blowjob' was being given by a farm animal. That thought brought some of the extreme shame of the situation back to him, if the laughter around him wasn't enough.

"Oh crap! Look at him go! He's getting tongue from a bull!" One voice Jett couldn't place said near him. His ears pinned down against his head, but he let out another soft groan for a lick that was particularly heavy on his engorged knot.

"Rub more salt in it!" Someone else said. Salt? Jett opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder again. Rex and Ryder were by the bull's side behind him while the animal still idly licked his cock. They were saying something between their chuckles, but Jett indeed saw Ryder holding a few small salt cubes. The kind they usually gave the farm animals for salt licking. That explained why the bull was so interested in licking his cock and balls and what the smearing from before was. Jett felt a little relieved it wasn't actually itching powder, but this... this wasn't much better.

Much to the wolf's relief, the bull was pulled away. Seconds later, however, he felt more salt being rubbed against his member. He looked back. It was Rex doing it this time, and he could tell the difference. This time he was rubbing the cube against his cock with fervor. On the underside, over it, on its tip, over his knot and all around it. The panther wasn't afraid to hold the wolf's member in his paw for better leverage in it. The rubbing itself made Jett tremble. It felt rough, but also pleasurable in a shameful way. He was embarrassed to hear Rex pointing out the pre he was letting and how he 'liked' the treatment. But all Jett could do was close his eyes and hold back. He honestly felt himself very close to cumming already, but he couldn't do THAT right there, in front of everyone! That would be the ultimate humiliation. He just had to hold back against the effects of that overdosed drug.

Rex focused on his balls, making sure there was salt all over his nuts as well. It actually felt good considering the remainings of the itching powder left there, but Jett knew it was about to get a lot worse. He couldn't even plead or beg the panther not to. If he could only get away... The panther was holding his cock, exposed to everyone, much like one would an animal's by now. It felt extremely degrading. Finally, he stopped. No more rubbing. Jett shuddered.

The tongue didn't take long to return, this time with more salt to lick. Again, it went through the underside of his member a few times, first focusing on the tip, then on his knot, and then licking his cock idly, pressing it against the wolf's belly each time and making Jett's groaning start all over.

Rex came back to his side, with the wolf only glancing up at his grin once before looking down in shame. The panther's hand came up to scratch behind his ears again, but this time he didn't even bother shaking it off. He was too busy trying to deal with the immense pleasure over his member.

"So, Chewy, we got another male to lick your horny cock off. That's what you always wanted, isn't it? You're very welcome!" Rex said, voice full of mockery. Jett felt his muzzle hot. Well, even hotter than it already was, but he couldn't even process the full extent of Rex's mockery. He was busy dealing with the fact that he was already feeling close to cumming. Each new swipe of that warm tongue over his cock brought him closer and closer and hell, as much as Jett felt he needed it, he really didn't want to burst right there, in front of everyone, for a feral bull licking him. Rex seemed to take notice of that from the many twists in Jett's expression or from how quiet he was.

"What's wrong? Gonna cum to your generous gay friend there? It's the least you can do since he's trying so hard to please you!" Rex said with his usual showmanship. It brought a new wave of laughter from the recruits, who now apparently focused on that very thing. Even Jett's lowered ears could still hear their comments.

"Fuck! Is he really going to cum like THAT? He's really liking this punishment?"

"I dunno. He seems really into it. Look at how much he's leaking already."

"His face sure does look like he's about to do it."

More comments of that nature from different recruits came, making Jett close his eyes. He couldn't cum. He had to hold back. He had to. That's what he chanted on his mind for himself, but it was no use. He felt the pleasure rising by the second, that tongue never stopping. The bull was now trying to get the salt over the wolf's cock, but his angle didn't quite make it easy, so the tongue kept licking both his cock's side and underside in a silly attempt to reach the top, bouncing his member back and forth. Sometimes the tongue would try his tip, sometimes his knot and he didn't know which was better. Jett knew it was a lost battle. He could feel all the tells of an impending orgasm coming to him. His cock throbbed, his body trembled, the pleasure he was both craving and dreading was finally going to come.

Except it didn't. Jett could feel himself right at the edge, pleasure from each lick at its highest, feeling like he might get his release at any second, but still each second passed and what he craved didn't come. It took only a minute in that state for the wolf to throw away any fear of cumming in the middle of everyone and focus only in the huge need his body felt. All that licking, all the aphrodisiac was driving him crazy. The wolf's hips made small thrusting movements, wanting just.. a little more stimulation. Maybe that would drive him over the edge? He had terrible angling for that, but despite all the laughter it brought to the others, it did nothing to solve Jett's problem.

A few more minutes passed. The bull found the salt over his balls and decided to focus on that, much to Jett's frustration. Having his furry balls slurped over and over again with an occasional lick to his knot was just enough stimulation to keep him quite close to his edge, but if he already couldn't go over with a tongue teasing his cock, he certainly wasn't going to get what he needed with that. Jett whimpered. His mind was racing. It was certainly the overdose of aphrodisiac that was keeping him from cumming, like the container had said, but what could he do? He needed it so badly.

With the bull licking over his balls, Jett realized he had spaced out for a little while. Rex wasn't on his side anymore and everyone else's eyes weren't down at his hanging member for once. He followed their gaze to look at his side, where Rex, Ryder and Tank were standing together arguing over something. Rex had his back towards him, so he couldn't see what exactly. The wolf had to try hard to focus on hearing what they were saying instead of the pleasure of his edge and licking.

"Well, fuck Ryder, you're a fucking chicken. You do it to farm animals all the time. Why can't you do it with him?" Rex was saying.

"Because I know animals aren't going to be all gay over it with me," Ryder responded.

"You only think that because you're afraid you'll like it," Rex repeated his previous argument.

"Fuck no! I'm definitely not a fag like him!"

"Prove it."

"No! I'm not gonna do it!"

"Fag."

And so the discussion went on. Jett was confused. What were they talking about? The bull's tongue came over his knot a few times again, which made him groan and lose focus for a little while. The wolf's eyes shifted away and he saw Urso near the door again. The big ursine was still watching, expression serious, stern and unreadable as always, now with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Had he been watching this whole time? Or had he just arrived again? The shame of Jett's situation washed over him like a torrent, overcoming his need to cum, at least for a little while more. His eyes met Urso's. It was far, but he knew he was looking straight at him. Jett's ears glued down against his head and, for the first time, his eyes felt wet. Urso didn't do anything, he just stared. It lasted only for a moment. A long moment for the wolf, and then Urso broke the stare. He looked down, looked away, and then turned around to leave. What did that mean? Why did he leave? The feelings felt like a turmoil inside the wolf, making him struggle helplessly to get free without even noticing, still staring at the door.

"FINE! I'll fucking do it! You owe me a drink, though," Jett heard Ryder say, which was snapped him back to his reality. He looked back at the small group to see a triumphant smile on the panther's muzzle and Ryder pouting. He took what Rex was holding from him and that's when Jett saw what it was.

"Hmmfgh!! Nhgm! Yygh ccnnfht! Youhmf ccnnhft!" The wolf immediately protested. His struggles came back with renewed effort, with the sole purpose of getting away from it. They couldn't possibly be thinking about...? They all turned to him when they saw him struggling and Rex approached with the widest grin of the day.

"What's up, Chewy? Excited about that? I know you fags love that sort of treatment. Thing is, you seem to be having some trouble cumming for your partner there, so we thought we could give you some help," Rex said, to which Jett shook his head strongly. The panther was blocking his sight now, but he didn't want to lose Ryder from his sight. After all, it was the stag that was holding the oversized anal probe from an electroejaculator.

The big tool was inserted in the animal's rectum and was connected by a wire to a small remote, which controlled the pulses of electricity that, when thrown over the animal's prostate, induced cumming in a rather efficient way. Jett knew that because as a farmer, he and most of the recruits had either done it or seen other people do that, but he didn't even know if it worked for other animals that weren't bulls. Rex had to be bluffing.

"Pllshmmf! Plhmf lmmgh uhhfmt!" Jett continued to plead, but Rex only gave his ears some scratching again. The panther was standing by his side and Ryder walked closer to his back now, still holding the thing he dreaded. The panther's body blocked Jett's view from over his shoulder, not letting him see what Ryder was doing back there.

Jett's struggling began again, but this time they were interrupted by the bull's tongue deciding the salt over his cock was better again and resuming its attempts on it. The wolf couldn't hold back a longer, muffled groan from the pleasure that made him feel like he was about to cum again for a moment, even if, again, he didn't. With another set of licks over his knot, he could swear that this time he was going to cum. The edge came, the pleasure, the impending explosion... but nothing. No! Jett had to focus on Ryder! His mind was screaming with the urgency of what he was going to do, yet the pleasure... Distracting didn't even begin to describe it. It made his eyes close as the warm tongue lapped hungrily at his member, purposely trying to taste the remains of salt that lingered on it. Because of it, Jett could barely react, even as he felt his tail being held up.

The back of his underwear was pulled down to the back of his thighs, exposing everything. That alone brought a reflexive sense of urgency to the wolf, which realized that everyone behind him could see him in a very, very vulnerable position. Then touch of it came. It brought back the dire urgency of his situation. He felt the tip of it cold and slick, which meant they had even lubed it up, touching right against his pink, exposed pucker. His struggling, as weak as it was, successfully managed to break away from that touch. It was hard. Even as his cock bobbed up and down from the way he moved, the bull still followed it idly, giving it some awkward sideway licks at it while trying to reach the salt. It was tough to handle, but Jett was determined. The wolf, however, felt a tighter grip on the base of his tail, which made pulling against it hurt and forced him to stay still. A low whine came before more protesting, since the light touch came back as soon as he stopped moving.

"Plssfgh ddnfht! Ummgh sshrgh! Ummgh srrghhy ffhr whumf uufh ssfght!" Jett pleaded towards Rex, but the panther at his side wasn't even looking at him. No, Rex was looking at Ryder behind him. He said something Jett couldn't quite hear, and then, it came. The movement was swift, as it should be with animals. What was a single touch of the tool's tip against his tailhole became a great deal of pressure, forcing his walls to part instantly to give space for the ejaculator device to come inside. Jett let out a loud, muffled grunt feeling the big tool, too big for his size as it was meant for big bulls, penetrate him harshly. It slided in with ease due to the copious amount of lube that indeed should be used when using it on animals as well, but while it did ease his pain, it didn't help at all with the feeling of humiliation from the cheers and laughter that rose around him when everyone saw the tool disappearing into the wolf, nor did it help with the strange and unusually arousing feeling of the thing lodged inside him.

As soon as most of the device was inside the wolf, Ryder stopped. Jett knew how long the tool was, so he could still feel a thick part of it outside him, even if it already felt that it was so deep into him it could reach his belly. It definitely didn't fit. The wolf couldn't help but clench, his body trying automatically to expel the intruder breaking his privacy in his most intimate part, but the tool was too big and lodged too deeply for him to expel out like that. All it did was make him feel its length even more. It felt thick and weird, with Jett being a complete virgin when it came to anal stuff. It was a big mix of confusing feelings for the wolf. The laughter, pointing, commenting still hadn't faded, which made him close his eyes and pin his ears down in complete shame.

His ass ached for being so roughly penetrated in what felt like a sort of dull pain, but at the same time, he felt... something. Something he couldn't quite describe. Was this the reason why gay men fucked each other like this? It felt.. Pleasurable. Jett knew from animal anatomy that it must be his prostate reacting, but every single time he clenched he could feel a tingle of pleasure that made his cock throb. That made the damned bull that wouldn't stop licking him keep him on that edge of orgasm. That lustful, extremely pleasurable and frustrating edge he couldn't get past, but that clouded his mind to reason and the real direness of his situation.

Still, Jett managed a weak struggle. His main purpose to try and dislodge the toy from himself, but he knew it wouldn't happen. Not without help. The wolf winced, feeling Ryder give the toy a few light pats, but that made the toy press harder against him.

"There. Just like a bull ready to be milked, Chewy," he heard Ryder said from behind.

"Good job, fag," Rex teased the stag from his side, still chuckling. "Give me that."

Jett glanced back to see the panther taking the remote from Ryder's hand. With the array of feelings from the bull's tongue over his member and the tool inserted inside him, Jett had almost forgot the device's true purpose. His eyes went wide seeing Rex holding the small remote, which was connected to the base of the tool inside his tailhole by two long, but very thin wires. The remote was simple, with nothing but a red button that could be turned and an indicator showing how high the current voltage was. Rex stepped back to stand in front of the bound wolf, which allowed him to see the remote in his paws quite clearly as it was right in front of his muzzle, with the wires underneath him leading to device inside him.

All Jett could do was look up at Rex's victorious grin. His ears stayed glued against his head. His eyes wet, his expression one of begging. He shook his head, slowly, pleading, but panther's fingers set over the remote's button didn't move away from it. They twitched, and that was enough to make Jett whimper. Nothing came, though. It was just a tease. The panther seemed greatly pleased by his reaction, though.

"So, Chewy, time to help you with your fagness so you can properly please your partner, who is so eagerly trying to please you. Don't worry, you can thank us later," the panther said, once more making a show out of it. Drawing every eye in the room to him. To them. Jett could barely think. The bull never stopped, though he was now looking for salt on his balls once more, tongue coming in the space between them and his thigh. The smooth wetness still making his cock throb, his edge to close down, his tailhole to clench on the tool. His mind to struggle in the middle of the direness of his predicament and the incredible urge to release.

A specially close throb of what Jett could swear was going to be an orgasm this time made the wolf space out for a moment, shuddering at the incoming pleasure, and yet it didn't quite come. When his eyes focused, Rex had said a few more things he realized he had missed, but the panther's fingers were set over the button, right in front of his muzzle. The danger returned to his mind. Part of it firmly believed that Rex wouldn't do it. That he wouldn't go THAT far. That it was all a game to scare him. Yet they had already bound him up. Had already shot him with chemicals made to arouse bulls. Had already pulled his underwear down and made a bull lick his hard cock in front of everyone. Had already inserted the milking device inside his tailhole. No. Deep inside, Jett knew Rex was going to do it. The wolf shook his head firmly this time, pleading as best as he could, but that only made the panther's teeth glimmer on his grin when his fingers twisted that red button, turning the device on.

Jett's whole world spun. The wolf twitched in his bounds, his whole body tensing up when an electrical shot suddenly shot up his body coming from the most sensitive part of all. The bound wolf let out a muffled howl through his closed muzzle. Overall, it felt uncomfortable, the dull sensation crawling up his back was nothing. It was barely noticeable, as it was completely overwhelmed by what he felt over his cock.

That small tingle he thought he was feeling against his prostate when the device was inserted into his tailhole was like a drop of water compared to a lake. Involuntarily, Jett felt his member surge, spurts of precum coming out with him barely feeling it. A constant stream of pleasure was felt, his body forced to remain tense due to the constant electrical current going through him. The bull had backed out for a bit, stopping his licking, probably scared by the wolf's sudden jerk when the thing was turned on, but after a while he returned, still fixed on the bound wolf's balls.

It was too much. That was the only way to describe it. Jett couldn't even bring himself to try to plead. He could only pant, breathing heavily through his nose while he felt his cock at the very brink of orgasm, so hot, more aroused and pleasured than he could ever remember being, and yet, though he craved cumming, it didn't come. He could definitely feel the shock's sudden bursts of pleasure, meant to force an orgasm out of him, but it just... wasn't working! It was driving him crazy. As sudden as the shock started, it stopped, and all of a sudden Jett relaxed, letting himself be supported by the ropes and closing his eyes, panting. His cock was still hard, painfully hard, throbbing and twitching and an occasional groan of pure frustration came from the wolf when the bull's tongue, casually and slowly lapping at his balls, touched it sometimes.

"It's not working. He didn't cum at all. Godamnit, Ryder, you didn't do it right," Rex said. Jett heard it, but even though he was standing right by his side, his voice sounded distant. The wolf was still recovering.

"I did it just like I would do with any bull! Maybe it doesn't work on him?"

"He was definitely feeling it. Weren't you, chewy? Was it good? Did it satisfy your gay urges?" Rex gave his muzzle a few taps, his comment making the others laugh around him, but Jett only narrowed his eyes towards the panther.

"Maybe you didn't shock him hard enough." Ryder came close to Rex, both right in front of the wolf, fiddling with the remote. "How high was it?"

"Did only a little, I was testing," Rex complained in response.

"See? You gotta amp it up. Some bulls don't even feel it when it's that low. Let me do it."

Jett's eyes saw Ryder taking the remote from Rex's hands and the world seemed to slow down for him as he watched the big stag's hands going to the slider and amping it up the slider three quarters of its maximum at once.

The shock he had felt before was nothing like that one. This time, Jett felt it crawling up his back, making his fur spike up, but what really made him gasp was the burst of sudden pleasure going through his cock. He was fully aware of the shot of pre he immediately let out, bringing laughter from everyone around, but he still wasn't able to reach the orgasm. He felt it. He felt almost as if he was cumming, but his cock remained there, completely stiff and pulsing in response to the constant bursts of shock attacking his prostate.

"Fuck you, you're going too high all at once! It'll be too fast to be funny!" Rex spat at Ryder and took the remote back from the stag, Jett watching it all with the shock still running through him. The panther moved the slider down, which Jett felt immediately, but didn't turn it off completely.

"He's never going to cum like that! You just have to amp it up enough and it'll come!" Ryder made a move for the controller again. He managed to get the slider up, making Jett whimper once more, but Rex pulled it away before he could fully grab the thing. The stag was over the shorter panther, trying to grab it from behind him, but Rex was fighting him off.

"Fuck you! If he's not cumming yet it's because you screwed up with the thing in his ass!"

"You do it, then! You go push something up the fag's tailhole!"

"Fuck that!"

The two of them kept fighting. Ryder trying to grab the remote, Rex fighting him off. Ryder finally managed by holding one of Rex's arms and, when he did, he threw the slider up close to maximum again, but he only had a split second to do that before Rex was over him again, trying to grab it once more.

Jett just groaned. Three more times he felt his cock spasming as if an orgasm was going to come, but all three times all he felt was the light, messed up, forced sort of pleasure the shocks kept providing. He closed his eyes shut, wanting to gather the strength to at least try and beg them to stop. He heard a faint "aha!" and felt the shock diminishing again, but he didn't want to open his eyes to see how Rex had managed to get it back again. It was torture! The wolf could feel the bull sniffing his pulsing member, the single light touch of that tongue again making him flinch and groan silently. Jett no longer cared about cumming in front of everyone, he just wanted to do it. Another grunt came. He felt the shock gradually becoming stronger. It made his paws curl into fists and a long, muffled moan to come from his muzzle.

"See? That's how you do it. You slowly cram it up and the animal starts getting more and more worked up..." It was Rex again. Jett opened his eyes to see him staring, his finger slowly moving the slider up. The wolf twitched and squirmed, struggling lightly. His cock jumped and flexed, the bursts of pleasure and shock coming more often the higher that slider went. All he could do was watch with teary eyes as it went past the half, then up and up and up. Jett struggled again. Fucking Rex!

"SHMMTP!" Jett managed to plead, but all that did was make Rex's eyes lift up from the slider and chuckle. The thing was nearly at maximum again.

"And? I don't fucking see him cumming," Ryder commented by the side, arms crossed and looking annoyed.

"Fuck you. Maybe it's just broken."

"Actually..." It was a dog who stepped in. One of the newer recruits whose name Jett didn't really remember. He came out of the circle of recruits watching him to approach the panther. "You have to readjust the probe as you do it. I, uhh, I did most of the bull milking back home."

Rex's eyebrow went up, analyzing the new guy and taking his time while Jett struggled there, the high shocks never quite ceasing. The wolf whined, which finally made Rex glance towards him and shrug.

"Fine. You do it, then," the panther said, handing out the remote, though the dog didn't take it right away.

"M-me?"

"Yeah. C'mon, you make the fag cum and I'll buy you a drink next time we go out!"

The dog still hesitated, but he grabbed the remote, looking more confident. Jett let out a few muffled words of protest, but nobody was paying him any mind anymore. Not even the dog did, for he simply walked back behind him, out of his sight without as much as looking at him.

The shock disappeared and Jett sighed in relief, though his dark red, knotted cock was still throbbing and flexing, pointing down. The bull had given up on it after licking every single grain of salt, so at least that humiliation was gone, but his member still felt like it was at the brink of orgasm, more aroused than ever. The wolf's relief was short, however.

Jett grunted when he felt the probe stuck inside his tailhole moving. It retreated, so for a second he thought it was going to be pulled out, but instead the dog was just... twisting it around. It roused some laughter from the recruits around him, mostly from the way Jett twitched and grunted from feeling it move, which in turn made his face feel hot with embarrassment. When he least expected it, a shock came again. It was a small burst, but it made him grow tense and caused his cock to spurt pre all over again without him even feeling it. The probe kept moving around, which made everything even more intense.

"You just have to find the right spots with bulls," the dog explained behind him. Rex laughed again, the panther grinning in amusement. Another shock came, then another. They came in small, directed and unexpected bursts. Each time, Jett felt like he was closer to cumming, but it just wouldn't come. He couldn't even say it was because of the high dosage of bull aphrodisiac, he couldn't say anything!

For several minutes it went. Moving around, shock, more moving, a higher shock. Jett was panting hard. He couldn't take it anymore! His cock felt like it was at the very edge. Finally, again without him expecting it, one shock felt several times more powerful than the last ones. The probe too close to his prostate, the thing made his whole body contract and his member to almost burst. The dog must have noticed that, because the probe didn't move much and before he had any time to recover, another shock came, higher than the last, then another. The probe moved ever so slightly and Jett could feel it hit just the right spot. Another shock, higher than all the others, was all it took.

It was nothing like the wolf had expected. There was no real burst of big pleasure like he was craving, like it used to when he jerked himself off. The shock felt so high that, all of a sudden, he heard the cheers and laughter of the recruits around him before he even realized he was cumming. He felt his cock pulsing, heard his cum splattering on the floor with a heavy load of wolf cum. He felt some pleasure, but without a single touch, without any real stimulation to his cock, it felt forced and unsatisfying at most. Jett's face felt like fire, all around him them pointing at his member forcefully ejaculating all over the floor.

Rex went behind him again. He still felt the last weak spurts of cum coming from his cock when he felt the probe being roughly pulled out of his tailhole. His underwear was pulled up by someone, covering both his tailhole and his cock, even if there was still some jizz coming out. The fabric coming to cover his hyper sensitive member made the wolf flinch and he felt it getting sticky with the last remnants of his seed, but there was little he could do about it. The wolf's knot was fully inflated, his member still very prominent inside the underwear.

"Awesome job, doggie! We successfully helped Chewy reach the peak he craved so much!"

More laughter came. How did they even find that funny? Jett was too exhausted to care now. The wolf was just letting himself hang there, still panting through his nose. The shame never left him. He felt himself getting lowered down, finally, until he hit the floor. On his exposed belly fur he could feel the floor wet with his own cum, which made him grunt in disgust again for being lowered into it. Still tied up, however, there wasn't much he could do other than lie there, looking at Rex's feet when the panther stepped right in front of him. Rough hands came down to undo the rope around his muzzle, finally allowing the wolf to gasp for breath.

"You have been thoroughly punished, Chewy! What do you think? Feeling your fagness satisfied for now?"

Jett didn't answer for a while. He didn't even know what to say. He looked up at Rex and saw the bastard grinning. He was still fucking grinning, that look of superiority in his face. Jett just mumbled a weak "fuck you".

"What's that? I didn't quite hear you all the way down there, Chewy."

"...I said fuck you," Jett said, spitting on one of the panther's paws. He was done with him. The wolf had the small pleasure of seeing that smile fade from the panther's muzzle, to watch his buzz get killed by his defiance, to regain a shred of his dignity back, at least. The whole room went silent, with only an occasional snicker coming out here and there.

Rex moved his feet forward to clean the upper side of it off from the spit on the wolf's neck fur. There wasn't much he could do about it since he could barely move, so he just let out a light growl and tried helplessly to crawl away from it.

"You know what? I don't think you've been punished enough yet. I think that you got to cum, and that's hardly a punishment, since you liked it so much," Rex said. Jett was already starting to regret his defiance. What else could they do to him? He couldn't take it anymore!

"I think I have to piss," the panther said, quite casually. Jett just looked up at him. He didn't understand what that meant at first, but it slowly started to dawn on him when he saw Rex lowering his own underwear right there, shamelessly exposing his feline sheath to everyone as if it was nothing... and aiming it down.

"No. Rex, you can't fucking-!" Jett whimpered. The wolf struggled against the ropes, trying to crawl, to roll away, anything, but he couldn't. Not before the warm stream of yellow hit his back and started to soak through his fur. The wolf still tried hard to get out of the way, squirming on the floor, but even when he managed to move an inch or two, the panther simply followed him with his stream. Laughter rose from around him again, specially when Rex took a step back to aim his piss right over the wolf's head, forcing him to close his eyes and shut his muzzle tight.

The acrid smell of urine filled his nose. He felt it pooling around him on the floor, felt it soaking his fur, sticking to it. It ran over his ears, down his head, over his neck and muzzle. It felt so warm. It went on for quite a while, an eternity for the wolf, until finally Rex took another step forward to let the last drizzle of piss also fall over his muzzle, marking him thoroughly.

"There you go, Chewy. You can be as pissy as you want now, you fag."

It took quite some time for Jett to dare open his eyes again when the piss was no longer running over them, but instead starting to dry against his fur. Rex's strong smell was all he could feel and, though he did glance up to see the panther grinning again, this time he didn't answer. He just kept his eyes down.

"You know what? I think I have to piss, too."

The wolf did look up to see Ryder approaching. A small cheer came from Rex, laughing while his friend stepped up to lower his boxers as well.

"Please, no! I ha-"

He didn't even give Jett time to plead. Ryder aimed his stream right against his muzzle, forcing him to go through the process all over again. As if that wasn't enough, the stag's follow-up gave others the motivation to do the same. Before the wolf knew there were five recruits pissing down on him at once, with two more waiting for a spot.

After the ones that were bold enough were done, they decided the fun was over. Jett didn't even see when Rex had left, but the wolf could do little but stay there, lying in a heavy puddle of mixed piss and thoroughly soaked in it from his nose all the way to the tip of his tail. They hadn't bothered to untie him before leaving since nobody wanted to touch the piss-soaked ropes, so they simply left the humiliated wolf there to fend for himself.

Jett didn't move. He laid there, eyes closed and barely able to fathom how much shame he was feeling after the whole ordeal. Fuck Rex. Fuck them all. He would need a thousand showers to get the smell of piss out of his fur, but he had no desire to flap around the piss to get himself out of these bonds, at least not yet. He was tired, exhausted. He just wanted to fucking disappear and never see Rex again.

The wolf's ears flickered up, hearing steps approaching, but he didn't even bother to open his eyes to look. Maybe someone who hadn't gotten to piss over him had changed his mind. He no longer cared. It was only when he felt a paw pulling at the knot of rope at the back of his neck to undo it that he bothered to look.

The feet in front of him were heavy. Even though the heavy smell of piss, his nose could still pick up the faint masculine scent of Urso, him being so close while he worked on the knot. It was quick to come loose and that alone made most of the ropes around Jett to loosen up, but yet Urso moved on to the next knot over his back. For a while, Jett stayed quiet. He didn't know what to say, but he felt his heart racing. Why was Urso there? Why was he helping him? He didn't even seem bothered to touch his piss-soaked fur. Another knot was undone and Jett could finally move his arms. He stretched them a little and hoisted himself up while Urso went around him to undo the last knot near his tail. The wolf knew he had to say something, but he still couldn't bear to look at Urso, just keeping his eyes down.

"...I'm sorry," Jett finally managed to say, even if some of it was caught on his throat. Urso didn't answer for a few seconds until he was done with the last knot, allowing the wolf to stretch his legs as well and finally get up from the floor.

"I will help you clean up," was all Urso said with that rough voice of his. Jett looked up at him, the wolf's ears down. Again, without a hint of disgust for the wolf's poor condition, the big taur bear offered a paw to help him stand up, which Jett reluctantly took. Urso didn't let go of his paw, however. Jett felt himself blush a little. He was still deadly embarrassed, but he simply nodded in thanks, letting Urso lead him back towards the locker rooms.