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You could cry about the fix, or a blown call. There was always at least a few of those in a football game, and the fact of the matter was that referees weren't perfect, and even with instant replays, some things were still going to get missed.

Those facts didn't ease the sting for Jesse, who was still up on his hind paws, shouting at the television screen and doing everything in his power to resist flipping a table, or throwing his drink against the wall.

"You have got to be kidding me! That wasn't a touchdown! He was nowhere NEAR the goal line!" Jesse unleashed on the television set, as everyone else in the party was drowned out by the sound of his ranting and raving. Clad in an Austin Aardvarks jersey and a pair of blue jeans, he was dressed the opposite of everyone else at the Super Bowl party, and deep in enemy territory, everyone else was a Houston Horndogs fan...and yet again, the dynasty team was getting ready to march off of the field in victory.

Normally, everyone else would have been happy to argue with Jesse and tell him that he was wrong, but the wolf was going through such a rage that no one seemed to be able to overwhelm him. Even before the referees declared the play to be a touchdown, the one that would win the game for Houston, Jesse was throwing his jersey at the floor and stomping his way out of the room...

...Or at least, he would have been, if not for the fact that a couple of his friends, a pair of dedicated Houston fans, weren't about to let him walk out on a bet.

"So...I was gonna feel bad about cashing this one in, but after you basically ruined the party for everybody else, I don't really feel so bad anymore," confirmed Thomas, one of the wolves who was hosting the gathering. There was a strong, awkward air hanging around the living room, as Houston fans wanted to erupt in celebration, but thanks to Jesse and his overreactions, it seemed that everyone was keeping to quieter cheers, with only light high-fives to be added in. "If you don't mind, I think you'd better get back in the living room and start paying what you owe, buddy."

Jesse was a huge football fan, but he might not have been so upset about the outcome of the game, if not for what he'd wagered on it. He'd made the bet in front of several witnesses, too, and the fact that they were all present at the party all but sealed his fate.

"Guys, we...we weren't serious about that bet, were we?" Jesse asked, finding his anger was completely rushed away by the panic that was setting in, thanks to a pair of men who were eager to collect. "Like these people would all want to see that, anyway!"

"Don't let him back out now, Thomas. The longer he puts this bet off, the more of a coward he seems like..."

Kozaar wasn't exactly the voice of reason for his friend, Thomas, but he was certainly the cause of a lot of trouble for the wolf. A cheetah with a terribly rambunctious attitude and one who wasn't afraid of provoking others, it was actually Kozaar who suggested the bet between himself, Thomas and Jesse, and though Thomas originally didn't seem crazy about the idea, further pestering from the slim, tall feline pushed Thomas into making a decision that was going to work out rather well for him.

It was a rare change of pace, and Thomas was happy to reap the benefits of it.

"Oh, eat a dick, Kozaar. This whole thing is your fault in the first place!"

"It's your fault for agreeing to it," the cheetah corrected Jesse, "And I'm sorry, but that's going to be your job, in a little bit."

Some of the people attending the party were well aware of the stakes of the bet, and eager grins were spreading across several muzzles as Thomas stood before Jesse and began pushing him back toward the center of the room. Kozaar snickered and wrapped his arms around the shirtless canine from behind, tugging him back to the large, open living room as several other guests moved the coffee table out of the way.

It was a truly blessed day for some of the guests, as they got to see their home team take home yet another Super Bowl, but further, they were going to see something that was far more entertaining than the pitiful excuse for a halftime show.

"H-Hey! Let go of me, damn it! We're not actually gonna do this!"

"A deal's a deal, Jesse. You shouldn't have written the check if you couldn't pay up!"

Thomas was getting further on board with the idea as Kozaar got his paws around Jesse's waist and began working at his belt, the last line of defense before the canine's modesty would be ripped away from him. "I'm not afraid to take my payment by force if I have to!" the cheetah admitted, drawing a few subtle cheers from the crowd around him, even as poor Jesse did everything he could to keep his jeans up around his waist.

"Guys, just...c-can't I pay you or something? Is this all really necessary?" Jesse asked, finding that his pride in keeping up with his word was allowing his resolve to bend, just a little bit. Kozaar was already unzipping his jeans for him, right as Thomas stepped up to the front of his fellow wolf and hooked his thumbs into a pair of belt loops.

A quick, forceful yank left Jesse stripped down to his boxers, and a few teasing whistles made it clear that the crowd approved. "I would have taken that kind of a deal before you ruined my party, but since you didn't have any mercy on my guests...I'm afraid we can't have any mercy on you."

"You want the front or the back, Thomas?" Kozaar asked, as his claws dug deep into the fabric of Jesse's dark, black boxers and began playfully tearing at the fabric. "Cause I don't really care as long as I get to fuck somethin'..."

To be talked about in such blunt, careless terms was somewhere between and insult and a turn-on for Jesse, who would have been more than happy to be pinned between his two friends, if the circumstances were a little bit different.

As it was, he was just going to have to suck it up and adjust, until his mind could catch up with the excitement that his body was already showing.

"I'll take the front...I've been wanting to shut him up all night, anyway," Thomas made his claim, as he stood face to face with the more submissive wolf and narrowed his eyes upon his target. Each of the two lupines were a blend of darker and lighter tones of gray, but where Thomas was a darker overcoat with a lighter underbelly, Jesse wore a distinguishing stripe of darker color down the middle of his abdomen, leading right to the slowly growing flesh of his thick, black rod, one that was already starting to grow stiff with excitement.

Kozaar wasn't going to complain about getting to take the rear, this time around. He helped Jesse into position in the next moment, as he pushed against the back of Jesse's legs and forced him to wobble into Thomas' arms. "Good luck shutting him up when I'm fucking his tight little ass," Kozaar taunted, confident, perhaps bordering on arrogant about his ability to make a partner climax through nothing more than rough penetration. "I'll keep him moaning around that cock for ya..."

Jesse was still dealing with the disbelief that his team lost to such an extent that he wasn't able to fully process his disbelief about the moment. Though a few of the more squeamish guests were making their way for the door and turning their noses up with disgust, those who stayed focused their eyes on Jesse with such an intensity that the wolf couldn't possibly ignore it. He was the center of attention for the entire party, even if only two of the guests were lucky enough to get to enjoy his body.

He just wished that they might take their time with him...and somehow knew that he wouldn't be granted such.

"If you really think you can get him to moan...be my guest," Thomas murmured, as he allowed Kozaar to control the situation, and his actions, to an extent. The cheetah was always the more aggressive of the pair of friends, and once again, it was his influence that was pushing the normally calm and reserved wolf to be quite the devious creature.

The crowd watched eagerly as Thomas began unzipping his own jeans. The baggy jersey that he wore in support of the Houston Horndogs provided some timely and almost humorous censorship, but already, a stiff, red cock was emerging from the sheath that it covered, and the tapered tip of the same was poking out against the excess fabric, standing it up like a pup tent. It was only after Jesse snickered at the sight of it that Thomas decided to lift the jersey out of the way, and he allowed his rude guest to slump down against his torso.

Jesse just managed to catch himself on Thomas, his paws coming to rest on the rump of the taller wolf...while the stiff, drooling canine length slapped Jesse in the side of the face as he stumbled into it. Precum stained the side of his cheek as he tried to get comfortable on his knees, and though he winced his eyes shut to avoid a painful, stinging mess getting into them, Kozaar didn't give him the chance to get complacent. The weight of the cheetah was bearing down on Jesse in the next moment, pinning him to the floor of the living room and leaving him completely trapped between two larger, stronger males.

It wasn't enough that his team had to lose in an embarrassing fashion, that evening. Now, Jesse himself had lost a bet, and had to endure his punishment in front of a truly captivated audience.

"Hey, Skeeter! Toss me some lube!" Kozaar yelled out to the crowd, knowing that a few of his closer friends would still be in attendance. His request was answered in such a rapid fashion that Jesse could only wonder how many people originally found out about the bet, but before he could ask, Thomas took a grip of his jaw and glanced down at him expectantly. "You gonna get sucking, or am I gonna have to force it in there?"

For just a fleeting moment, Jesse realized that he could still say no, in theory. The odds were stacked against him, but Thomas and Kozaar were reasonable enough that they wouldn't actually rape him.

Still...the idea of all of the social and emotional torment he'd put up with over the course of the next year for backing out of his bet sounded a whole lot worse than getting spitroasted by a pair of admittedly handsome men.

Refusing to answer with any words, Jesse opened his muzzle slowly and allowed the flat of his tongue to slurp the dripping precum from the tip of Thomas' cock. Still growing out from the sheath, Jesse was shocked at just how much length his fellow wolf was packing, and despite his own level of experience, he feared he would never be able to take the whole thing in his maw.

He could only try, as he wrapped his lips around the tip and let out a grunt of frustration. He worked his way over the first few inches of the shaft and bobbed his head slowly, as he felt Kozaar forcefully lifting his tail up and out of the way.

The cheetah was enjoying the show so much that he almost forgot to lubricate his own length, and from a similar sheath of white, a long, thinner cock was emerging, complete with the tantalizing, feline barbs that cats were known for having. Excess fluids were already being spilled over Jesse's tailhole as Kozaar prepped him for the main event, and if not for how erotic the display was in the front, the cheetah would likely already be going, in the back.

Shaking his head and snapping back to reality, Kozaar slapped his prey firmly upon the ass and snickered as he lined up the tip of his manhood with Jesse's well-lubricated asshole. "Don't look at it like you lost a bet, Jesse. I know a lot of guys who would pay to be in your position!" Kozaar exclaimed as he gave a playful hump with his hips, just barely penetrating the canine in front of him. Only an inch past the head was able to sneak into the tight passage, until Kozaar began gently leaning the rest of his body forth, taking just a hint of mercy on the losing party. "Nnnff... and I can't b-blame 'em...bet this feels p-pretty fucking good!"

Any sort of protest from Jesse would have been pointless, and the wolf knew it. It might be a little frustrating, but he couldn't deny small ripples of pleasure flooding up from his rump and spreading over his lower back as the exotic, feline cock slipped further and further into his body, a pleasure that didn't distract from his oral work, but instead, enhanced it, much to the delight of Thomas.

"Whaddaya know...he doesn't have m-much to say," Thomas joked, even as he struggled to keep his words in order. Jesse was doing a hell of a job for someone who was literally thrust into his situation, and despite the downright impressive amount of flesh that Thomas offered, Jesse kept bobbing his head back and forth, swallowing up as much of the pulsing, spitting canine length that his throat would allow. Even when the tapered head swabbed against Jesse's tonsils and slipped further down into his throat, the wolf took his punishment like a man, accepting his loss in this nature with much more dignity than he did the one on the television screen.

Some of the crowd began to join in, as a few of the on-lookers couldn't keep their cocks in their pants. There was no shame among the crowd, or among the participants, as Kozaar began pounding his hips into the trapped wolf the moment that his tailhole loosened up and eased around his imposing rod. The barbs swiped back and forth against Jesse's sensitive inner muscles, and his anal passage clenched tightly each time that he felt the barbs stimulating his flesh in such a strange, yet enjoyable way.

Despite all of his protests to the act before, it took mere minutes before Jesse was pushing back against Kozaar, and with each thrust from the cheetah, he was sent reeling back toward Thomas, who he gagged upon from the sheer depth that the latter could reach with his cock. Jesse couldn't remember ever being so full, and more than that...he couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed being fucked so much.

"T-think I'm about to...paint the field!" Thomas cried out, making a pun at perhaps the most inappropriate time. His seed was already welling up in his sack, however, and it unleashed itself in a flood as it spilled into Jesse's already stuffed maw. The gagging, coughing wolf did everything he could to keep swallowing against the thrusting member, and his throat stayed open as a gushing, creamy flood of cum spilled right down into his gullet, while the excess drizzled out of his muzzle, down over his jowls.

The floor was going to be a terrible mess, especially after Kozaar joined his friend. He was too busy snickering at the joke to declare his orgasm, but he allowed Jesse to feel it, as he slammed hard into the trapped wolf and buried his cock so deep that his seed couldn't quite escape the tight, clenching grasp of the lupine's tailhole. Even as the thick veins on the bottom of Kozaar's member throbbed over and over again, spilling an excess amount of ejaculate into Jesse, the wolf held fast, allowing only tiny streams of the yield to escape...at least, until Kozaar pulled out.

A quiet squelch followed the cheetah as he pulled free, and from a gaping, wide open tailhole, cum began to ooze down onto the back of Jesse's sack, until it followed the curve and dripped down to the hardwood floor, where his sore, tired knees still rested.

"Thanks for buying me a few extra seconds with that terrible pun," Kozaar teased his friend, as he leaned back and waited, catching his breath.

Thomas flushed and flattened his ears as he pulled his member free from Jesse's muzzle. "Well, I didn't want you running out of gas before half time."

"Half...time?" asked a gulping, panting Jesse, who folded his ears back to his head and looked up at Thomas.

"Well, yeah. That was just the first half...now we have to switch sides of the field, remember?"