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Cass closed his locker after throwing in his gym shorts. There was a pungent scent in the air, like sweaty scrotums scarcely scrubbed. It stung his nose, yet he enjoyed it. He was grateful to even be in the locker room at all that afternoon. For weeks, he'd been training his endurance to make the school field hockey team. At least three days a week he'd go outside and run a mile, then two, then three. Following that he'd do pushups and crunches. His body had become stiff and firm. Cass' picturesque figure had been well earned, and not an hour before it had paid off. He'd completed the tryouts in record time, and he even impressed the coach by bringing his own stick. It hadn't gone unnoticed. Membership on the team was offered soon after, and then his own locker in the locker room.

Cass debated a shower, but he knew that the other members of the team would be arriving shortly. As the rookie, he couldn't risk overstepping his bounds, or getting on the wrong end of one of the players. They may have been his equals now, but he still refused to make a bad first impression. Sniffling, Cass grabbed his bag and threw it over his right shoulder as he slipped into his sneakers. Once they fit, Cass' ears perked up. A sly squeak had writhed through the empty room, and following it came two voices. He recognized both.

Around the corner of the isle came a red fox and an elk, both taller than Cass. Each wore a fitted jersey displaying their physique and nylon shorts. In their arms, they carried bags with their sticks. The fox was holding the puck in his paw. They chatted about different positions on the team, and how they could incorporate new strategies into the upcoming regional round. Before the conversation became too in-depth, the elk noticed Cass staring at them. The cervine smiled and set down his bag on the bench. He slid over to Cass, as did the fox.

"Well hey there," he began. The elk had a deep voice. He sounded too old to be a senior. "You must be the new guy Coach was telling us about. Cassiel Brown, right?" The elk reached out to shake, and Cass accepted with a grin.

"Yep, that's me. Though honestly, I go by Cass. Not into formalities." Cass scanned the elk and the fox staring at him, and his knowledge of them surfaced. "I know you guys. You're Rosember Poignée, right?" he asked the elk.

"Yeah, if you're my mom." He retorted. "Roe, please."

"And I'm Mort Ferrara, pleasure." The fox shook Cass' paw, and then he adopted a sly grin. "I have to admit, I don't usually like Dobermans, but you're quite the looker."

Cass chuckled in merriment. "Good genes, I guess." Following his encouragement, Roe nudged Mort on the shoulder and snorted. Mort shooed him away with a flick of his paw. The elk turned to Cass afterwards and said,

"You'll have to forgive Mort's abrasiveness. You'll come to learn he's pretty much the team gutbucket."

At that comment, Mort exclaimed, "Hey, I may be a gutbucket...but I'm no fuckboy. I prefer to think of myself as experienced, is all."

It didn't take Cass long to understand what had been said. He looked over at Roe, who subsequently sighed and turned back towards Cass. He looked as though he had something he wanted to say. The red fox swished his tail in anticipation. The small gust tickled Cass' arms.

"Anyway," said Roe, "Congrats on the membership."

"Thanks. I look forward to playing with you."

"Ooh, he knows." Chimed Mort. Cass glanced at him with a confounded look.

"Know what?" asked Cass. Roe shuffled in place. His ear twitched just before he spoke.

"Well," he peeped. His usually deep voiced cracked. "We have this unofficial initiation for all new team members." Roe moved his hand to his hip, and then he subtly gestured over to Mort. Cass looked to him as directed, and the fox wore a crafty smirk.

"Should I be concerned about this initiation?" he said to Roe.

"That depends. You wouldn't happen to be gay, wouldya?"

"I don't know," replied Cass. "But my girlfriend probably would."

Roe smirked. "Okay, I can respect that. Look, Cass," his toned shifted to a more serious pitch. "We ain't going to force you into anything. We're not like that, I'm just saying that win or lose, you come out a winner."

"Pardon?" inquired Cass. This time it was Mort's turn to nudge Roe.

"Oh, just tell him already. Or do you want the coach poppin' in and finding out?" Roe rolled his eyes at his friend's remark.

"Fine. The initiation goes like this: the three of us meet up, and Mort here gives you some serious head. If he can get you to squirt, you lose. If not, you're one of us."

It took Cass a moment to absorb the proposal. He'd heard rumors about promiscuous acts in the locker room before. He didn't feel nearly as surprised as he thought he would. Cass crossed his arms and stared boldly into the eyes of his new teammate. The room belonged to Cass. His brow furrowed, and his tail drooped as he spoke.

"And if I say no?"

Mort answered for Roe. "Then nothing. Obviously. Like Roe said, we aren't the kind of guys that force anything. But I suppose you can think of it this way: win or lose, a blowjob's a blowjob."

"Have any of the other new recruits taken this test, or am I the first one?" Cass' question sparked a smile from Roe. He laughed, sending a resounding echo through the thick-aired room.

"Oh no. You're certainly not the first. It's sort of an unofficial school tradition. Matter of fact, when I first joined the team as a freshman, Mort here initiated me. And I have to say, he's the real deal. Since then I've gotten close with a few of the cheerleaders, but I still think Mort was the best. He knows what he's doing."

"Like I said," said an interrupting fox, "Experienced." Roe watched him speak, and the turned away from Mort and said to Cass,

"Well, what do you think?"

Cass placed a paw on his chin and thought. He wasn't entirely sure if he'd be into that. Not that he was afraid of compromising his masculinity, or that he was concerned with cheating on his partner. Rather it was a dilemma of self-esteem. He'd nothing to lose from participating, yet at the same time there were things more important to him than stimulation. There wasn't enough time to decide, for the three heard other voices begin to approach.

"Aw, shit." Said Mort. "I guess we'll have to wait until after practice." At this, Roe snickered.

"You're good, Mort. But you're not_that_ good." Mort huffed at the comment. "Hey, Cass. Since I'm team captain, I'm usually the last one in the locker room after practice anyway. If you're down, you can meet up with us here afterwards. If not, you can go home and we won't bring it up again. No harm done. Though I will say that if you don't, you're missing out."

"Uh, thanks," responded Cass. "I'll...uh...think about it." With that comment, a bevy of animal paraded into the locker room. The tightness of their shorts matched the volume of their voices.

...

Practice last two hours, after which many of the teammates threw their uniforms into their lockers and left. Roe and Mort walked to the locker room slowly, as they'd discussed some new tactics with their coach. Both had worked up a considerable sweat from the practice, and they desperately wanted to shower. With a quick swing of the door, Mort entered the locker room. A musky Roe closely followed behind him.

Upon entering the locker room, the odor of adrenaline and pubes immediately stabbed their nostrils. Mort waved his paw in front of his nose to try and dilute the smell; Roe just exclaimed with disgust as he navigated the isles. Turning the corner, Roe threw his jersey onto the bench and spun his combination into the locker. As he did, he heard a faint wheezing sound coming from the next isle over. His ears perked, and he sniffed the air.

"Hey, Mort, that you?" he said over the wall of lockers.

At first there wasn't a reply, but then his friend came around the corner and stared at him. He'd taken off his jersey as well, exposing his bare chest. Over his shoulder was a towel. He appeared to be on the way to the showers. "Is what me? I'm right here." The elk donned a baffled expression.

"Then what was that noise? It sounded like wheezing." Just then, the noise rung through the room once more. It was hoarse, and a bit forced. As though someone had been asphyxiated.

The players followed the noise over to the stalls, adjacent from where the showers were installed. The room was large, and covered in a tacky gray tile. Even the walls of the bathroom stalls were an infuriating salmon color. They walked a few paces down to the fourth stall, only to have the noise stop. Curious, Mort peaked through the crack into the stall. Roe was too big to fit. He waited for Mort to say something, but instead the fox grinned. The cervine paused, and then he tapped his friend on the shoulder.

"What is it?"

"A stowaway," replied Mort.

With a crash, Mort threw the door open. The proceeding clang dominated the room, and the weary Doberman on the John bolted back to reality. He scrambled to get his bearings, but once he'd come to there were only two giggling mammals standing before him. As both were shirtless and smelled rugged, his situation only deepened. The two players backed away from the stall and let Cass stand up. The dog fumbled his way out of the stall and turned towards his teammates. Cass placed a quivering paw on his shoulder, and after a quick shrug of the shoulder he tried to speak. Only a faint squeak resulted. Roe laughed and slapped him on the back, and Mort snickered like a preschooler. Together they began to walk back to the locker isles. A deep red eclipsed Cass' face with each step.

"I have to say, I've been coming to this locker room for four years now, and that is a first." Roe said.

"Agreed, even I haven't pulled something like that." Added Mort.

Cass crossed his wrists and sat down on the bench. Roe sat to his left, and Mort sat across from them on the parallel bench. Mort's shower had been delayed. "Sorry about that, guys. Coach gave me the okay to head home, but...well..."

Mort cracked a smile. "And?"

"Well, players aren't usually allowed in the locker room after practice. So I,"

"Save it, Cass." Interrupted Roe. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out what you're trying to say." Roe placed a hand on Cass' back and gave him a comforting stroke. He smiled warmly, alleviating some of the tension. Cass was grateful and he smiled back. He placed his paws on his knees and crossed his ankles.

"I guess you got me. No sense in hiding it." As Cass finished, Mort's tail began to swish. Out of the corner of his eye, Roe could see something else begin to swish as well.

"Does this mean what I think it means?" Mort asked. Roe watched him asked their new friend this question, and he turned to Cass. The Doberman grinned and nodded.

"Yep. I think it does. I'm in."

"Wait, you're serious?" interrogated a pleasantly surprised Roe. "I thought we scared you off with that shit." Cass looked at the elk with confusion in his eyes.

"Wait, does that mean it was a joke? I mean, if it was..."

"No, no, no," said an all too eager Mort. "We were being quite serious. I think what Roe was trying to say is that he's genuinely surprised that you're still here. Usually when we tell people about it, they brush it off as a joke. You however, you've certainly proved that you've got guts."

Cass giggled as he accepted the compliment. "Well, thanks. I think. To be honest, if it was a joke, I'd feel pretty embarrassed right about now."

"Nah," added Roe. "Please, we've done some pretty crazy things in this locker room. You've no reason to feel embarrassed about that. I'm actually glad. We haven't had a taker in a while."

Mort followed Roe's words with, "Indeed. I hope I'm not out of practice." Roe chortled. Mort glared.

"Well," said Cass in a painful awkward manner. "Should we get started...?"

Roe and Mort looked at one another, confusion arrows had pelted both. They reminded themselves to ask if he was gay a second time, once they'd finished. Mort licked his lips and rubbed his paws together. Cass leaned back, almost scared of Mort's anticipation. Roe found it humorous. As he'd said earlier: gutbucket. Mort crossed over to the other bench, making room on Cass' right. Cass, now surrounded shirtless men on both sides, flared. His face burned up, and his pulse accelerated like a racecar. He knew what followed, but nothing could have stopped his mind from panicking. Intimacy has an odd way of doing that.

"Hang on, Mort." The fox and dog looked at Roe. He stared at Mort and asked, "Don't you want to take a shower first? We kinda stink." Mort frowned at him.

"You mean, 'Do I want to take two showers?' No. I don't. We're already dirty, may as well wash it all off in one go. Now Roe, do Cass a favor and assume the position."

With that, Roe threw his leg over the bench. Now he, Cass, and Mort were all single file on the same bench. His groin was exposed, and he touched Cass' shoulders as he leaned in. "Lean back for me, Cass." Cass did as instructed, and he felt his back press against the iron muscles on the elk. He's slept on floors more comfortable than Roe's torso. The elk pulled Cass into his chest, and the dog felt a single mighty arm wrap under his armpits and across his nips. Cass stared at his strange cage, and asked Roe,

"What...what's this for?"

"Don't worry." Roe's voice changed. Earlier he sounded boisterous and extroverted, but now he'd quieted down. The transformation baffled Cass. "A little restrainment will be necessary. Trust me. Just lean into me, and let Mort do the rest."

With those words easing Cass, Mort wasted no time. Without permission, Mort's paws explored Cass' trunks. He felt along his thigh, and tickled his lower stomach. Mort teased every area except the gold mine, and Cass was already beginning to feel the effects. His usually erect ears drooped, and his upper teeth lightly sank into his lower lip. Roe could feel Cass' heartbeat on his arm; it propelled in a way he didn't think possible.

Nimble fingered blazed their way to the lining of Cass' trousers. Like a sword and sheath, Mort slid Cass out of them and tossed them to the side. No one noticed them plop next to the bench. Through Cass' gray undergarments, Mort and Roe could see a well-defined bulge forming right where his groin ought to be. Mort grinned and snort, like a predator. He inched closer, getting right up to Cass' junk and inhaled. He smelled like an old garage, used and in need of some attention. Mort giggled, and looked up at Cass. The Doberman had one eye closed, for he'd been watching Mort carefully with the other eye. His chest rose and felt once per second, and the fire in his cheeks could've burned down the school. Mort halted his advances and stared at Cass. He too closed and eye. The fox's tail started swaying.

"What's the matter, Cass? Nervous?" Cass, despite his current situation, sighed.

"A little. I've never tried this with another guy before." He huffed, like he couldn't speak. Roe had seen this before, and he loosened his grip.

"Am I holding you too tight?" The elk asked, but Cass shook his head.

"No, you're good. I'm fine. Just nerves."

Mort's paws slithered onto the rim of Cass' underwear. "I think I can help with that, but you need to bear with me. First-timers such as yourself often put up resistance. That's one of the reasons Roe is holding you. But mostly it's just support."

"And I appreciate it." Cass tried to speak normally, but his circumstances were far beyond his control. His voice squirmed, like the rest of his body. The gravity of his decision irked him. It pricked him like a hundred tiny needles, and Roe could tell that if they didn't proceed, he may back out.

"Well what are you waiting for, Mort? You gonna put the guy out of his misery, or what?" said Roe.

"If you insist."

After he spoke, Mort tugged on Cass' underwear. He reached around and pulled from the back, sliding the fabric across the upper part of his ass. Cass' teeth dug deeper into his lip, but he knew that it'd become easier if he only braved the awkwardness of being undressed. As soon as Mort pulled the tights past the top of the leg, he immediately saw the rim of Cass' sheath. Mort realized that Cass may have been stimulated, but he still hadn't been fully excited. The fox accepted this as a challenge. Cass seemed to be holding up his end of the initiation. Pulling further, Mort crossed the midway point and found Cass' scrotum hanging beneath his sheath. This caused an enamored grin to appear on the fox's face. He loved the thought of unsullied territory. Soon after, Mort pulled the remnants of underwear out from underneath Cass' butt and swept it off to the floor. It was the first time Cass' junk had been exposed in the presence of another man, or two. Roe could see the action over Cass' shoulder, and even he started to perk at the thought of what followed.

Mort massaged Cass' groin, rubbing gently around the rim of his sheath. Cass could feel a strange welling within him. He could feel an imminent erection. Mort played with the opening Cass guarded so well, and then he cupped Cass' boys and juggled them in his paws. Cass withheld his groans; he didn't want to give Mort any satisfaction quite yet. All the same, he could feel his member beginning to pulse. Meanwhile, Mort moved his mouth directly over the sheath and tongued it. Like a whip, he lashed out and struck Cass with short bursts of stimulation, and it didn't take long for Mort to get results. He buried his tongue inside of Cass' sheath, feeling around for anything growing. The blood in Cass' head migrated, and its destination was chosen. As though it were a rose bush, a plump member started to peak from Cass' groin. Mort retreated to watch it grow. While it rose, Mort ran his paw along the side. With a simple touch, he received from Cass his first groan: the first of many.

The fox moved back in and let his tongue unravel from his mouth. Saliva dripped from his maw, as if Cass were a lollipop. He looked up at the Doberman's face to see that his eyes were closed, and that his breathing had slowed. Mort glanced at Roe, who was letting Cass' head rest in his shoulder. The elk looked at Mort and nodded. Without hesitation, Mort flung his tongue around Cass' dick and plunged down on it. Cass' eyes snapped open, and a deafening moan filled the room. Mort bobbed, running his tongue along the imperfections of Cass' treasure. In the midst, Mort could feel precum leaking from the tip of the dog's dick. There wasn't enough to discern a taste, but it lubricated his tongue and sent Mort into a frenzy. Cass grabbed the arm holding him back and squeezed tightly. Roe held firm and watched as Mort sucked the essence from Cass. Mort moved his paw around Cass' waist and started prodding at his arse. The sensation amplified the feeling in Cass' crotch, and his volume increased. All the same, he grit his teeth and fell into Roe's torso.

The initial onslaught did not last long, and Mort was more than impressed with Cass' ability to endure. Towards the end of the first go-round, Mort nipped the end of Cass' penis. This made Cass yelp, but the feeling spiked the pleasure following another rundown with Mort's tongue. The fox couldn't contain himself, and he ran his lips across Cass' length several times over before he moved his paw from Cass' butt to his balls. Mort toyed with them in his paws, sending bursts of delight up through Cass' chest. But to no avail, Mort had failed in getting the elixir from Cass on the first try.

Mort pulled away from Cass' dick after his lips had been thoroughly coated in c-fluid. He licked his chops and grabbed Cass' member in his paw as he looked up at the Doberman he'd been pleasuring. He wiped his maw with his arm and smiled as Roe loosened his restrain. "Gees, Cass."

The dog smiled, after he'd managed to open one of his eyes. "What can I say?" he said as he huffed from the adrenaline. "If I cum, I lose, right? Not happening."

"I like confidence," retorted Mort. "But we're far from done. Besides, I'm sure Roe's been feeling left out." The fox and dog looked at Roe, but instead of speaking he flushed.

"Maybe a little. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit perky."

"Then why not throw your trunks off?" Suggested Mort.

"This isn't an orgy, Mort. I can't just join in as I like. You're initiating our new team member. If I ditch my clothes and shove my dick in his ass, he'll think we're trying to rape him."

"Actually," peeped Cass. "I'm having more fun than I thought I would. Obviously, I don't want any dicks in my ass, but if you want...you could lose the pants and just grind. I do it with my girlfriend all the time, and I know I love it." Mort winced, Roe's jaw dropped.

"Wait, are you serious? You'd let me grind your ass, just like that?" Cass nodded.

"We're already into it. No going back now. Besides, Mort makes a good point. If I were in your position, I'd probably be pretty bored too." Roe was utterly flustered, he couldn't make sense of Cass' complacency.

"Well, I mean...if it's alright with you then..."

"Sure. Let's give it a try." With Cass' permission, Roe grinned and released him from his grip.

Sliding his arm out from under Cass, Roe briefly stood up and crossed over into the isle away from the lockers. Dried sweat could still be seen glimmering on his neck and shoulders, but with so many new smells introduced to the setting, the boyish scent had long since dissipated. Roe took a moment to stretch while his teammates watched him. He grunted while doing so, exciting Mort. Afterwards, he snorted and put his hands inside his nylon shorts and yanked down. His pants and his underwear came off in a single motion, revealing his already erect schlong. Cass was too embarrassed to look, but Mort took the opportunity to make a quip.

"A bit perky, you said? Roe, I could throw my tongue around that thing right now. I haven't seen you that hard in a while."

Hearing his friend's comment, Roe sat back down and threw his leg over the bench. He reached under Cass' arms and reassumed the position. His other arm remained dangling, in the event he needed it. Pulling Cass back in, the dog could feel a stiff object wedged between his ass cheeks. It was smooth and fleshy. For moment, he felt like a woman.

"Watching you go at it really gets me going. What else is there to say?"

As Roe had said, no one said anything else. Mort rolled over and parted with his own briefs. Cass thought he must've felt left out, but Roe knew it was only because he'd planned on jerking himself while he pleased Cass. As the fox prepared to resume, Cass sank further into Roe's chest. Initially, it had been a simple task, but now there was an obstacle in the way. Posted firmly between the elk's chest and Cass' cheeks was a firm rod, and the more Cass pushed back the deeper into his canyon it ventured. With the elk nude and hard, the Doberman finally realized that he was sandwiched between two naked, aroused men. Stacked with that, there was only one escape. Cass presented his determination face, and he sank into the moment as Mort grabbed his dick.

For round two, Mort started slowly. He began by running the length of his tongue along the side of Cass member, coating it in a thin layer of mucus. Behind him, Cass could feel Roe's penis start to pulsate. It thrived between his ass cheeks, and it didn't take long for him to feel droplets of pre escaped from Roe. While Cass turned his focus back to the fox, he grabbed Roe's wrist and held on resolutely. Mort was bound to step up his game, and Cass was preparing for the best. Mort shortened the distance between himself and Cass, forcibly thrusting onto his hard length. Cass squirmed in place, rubbing his ass against Roe. The elk shut his eyes, listening only to the sloshes made by Mort's mouth. The space in Cass' ass where he grinded was smooth, like tissues. His boys scrapped against the wood finishing on the bench, driving the sensation to greater heights. Roe pulled Cass in closer; the cervine hadn't realized he was drooling.

As Mort devoured Cass' dick, the dog felt himself start to gently thrust into Mort's maw. His breathing had stabilized, and he had regained control over most of his urges. This however was a different experience entirely. When he received head from his significant other, he could stay focused enough to relax and stay still, as not to frustrate her. But in this case, he was being stimulated from both sides. The urge to rock his hips built and built, and by then it was too great to resist. Mort responded to Cass' movement with a dose of his own. Pressing his mouth further onto Cass' cock, Mort cupped Cass' outer thighs and hurled himself into his groin. Mort could feel excessive precum dripping from his mouth, but Cass was determined not to let them get the goods from him. Grunts from the three participants echoed throughout the empty room, along with the occasion moan should it have escaped from Cass.

Roe pressed harder into Cass' cheeks. It felt like a vibrator rubbing against his dick. With his free hand, Roe softly lifted Cass' left cheek. In doing so, Roe picked himself up and grinded more forcibly against Cass' ass. He could feel the veins in his cock beating, crying out for ultimate release. The elk snorted, and then groaned as his balls swayed with his movements.

On Mort's side, the fox had lathered Cass' dick in mucus and pre. The rhythmic thrusts from Cass provided Mort with enough momentum to hasten his actions. Mort stroked the head of Cass' penis with the tip of his smooth tongue, tasting the dribbles of semen running from the hole. Cass had grit his teeth before, but by then it felt as though he'd break one of them from the pressure. His free paw suffocated the air, and like clockwork he moaned from the bliss.

The fox had long since possessed a hard-on of his own, but only after hearing Cass release that moan did he finally grab hold of his own dick. With shifty little fingers, he cradled his genitals in his hand and stroked it with a closed palm. The bumps on his paw enhanced the feeling as he serviced himself. Mort tucked his body into an arc shape, pounding faster into Cass' crotch as he caressed his dick. His tongue explored every surface of his teammate's weapon, all while he reacquainted himself with his own.

Just then, Cass felt a wave of ecstasy crashing through him. His loins tightened, and his chest puffed. Before he had noticed, Mort had brought him to the brink. Appalled by his lack of control, Cass sucked in his stomach and threw his head against Roe's shoulder. The elk responded with faster thrusts along his ass crack. The extra force, coupled with the masculine groans, enthused Cass. The feeling kept building, and he could feel himself starting to leak. This time however, it wasn't pre. Mort tasted it, and his eyes popped open. He grinned as he slurped Cass' cock, and he watched as the Doberman fell helplessly into a state of panic. Mort recognized the pulses coming from Cass' member, and he knew them all too well. Orgasm was imminent, and there was nothing that Cass could do to prevent it. The dog's volume increased, and his grip on Roe's wrist intensified. The large player responded to the feeling, pushing faster and more violently down Cass' valley. Roe's sack had been smacking Cass in the ass, heightening the glee Roe felt. Soon enough, he tightened up as well. The wave had begun to build.

"C-Cass...I'm..." He could barely speak as he tried to warn Cass.

"M-Me too, R-Roe..."

Cass' tail started wagging, tickling the head of Roe's rod. He exclaimed in delight, only to expedite the delivery. The swelling increasing exponentially, and Roe squeezed Cass' ass cheek like a squeaky toy. The elk bit his lip and his eyelids collapsed as he lost control of his equipment. For moment, his dick had become a hose. The elk spurted, glazing his chest in a sticky, clear substance. The spooge glistened on Cass' rump as it seeped down from the head of Roe's dick and gravitated towards his tunnel. The wave that had overtaken Roe pryed from him an enduring roar. It bounced around the room, expediting the intensity of the actions to follow. In his ecstasy, Roe forced himself harder against Cass' ass as he continued to orgasm. Rivers of semen ran down his cock and dripped onto the bench, making him slide across the wood as he thrust. His grip on Cass' left cheek tightened, but it soon slipped due to excess runage. Roe fell into Cass, pushing him further into the beckoning maw of Mort. Roe groan as his climax faded, and only then had he managed to open his eyes. He reaffirmed his grip on Cass as he watched the Doberman stick it out, but it was evident that his ending wasn't the only one occurring.

Roe had stopped grinding. He instead rested his thick, sticky dick inside of Cass' cheeks while he waited for the Doberman to lose. His panting slowed as the groans from Mort increased. By then, Cass had felt Roe cum against his ass. He felt wet and gravitated towards the elk, yet the battle continued on his front end. Mort squeezed Cass' nuts, making the doggy gasp. Cass was losing his senses, all he could feel was the growing explosion building within. His determination to win was fading as the sensation built. He hadn't opened his eyes in minutes.

The fox could feel the vibrations running through the Doberman's member. He, like Cass, could tell the end was near. To level the playing field, Mort manhandled his own dick, pumping it like plunger. Cass began to squirm and writhe, as though he were trying to escape arrest. Roe pulled him in closer, but was careful not to choke him. As he did, his still solid member pressed deeper into the Doberman's cheeks. His orgasm may have already happened, but there remained some pleasure for Roe. The elk bobbed his dick up and down along Cass' rift, and then finally Cass screamed. The trio was lucky no one else was in the locker room.

Mort forced himself onto Cass one finally time, deep-throating the entirety of Cass' pole. The dog was defenseless against this ultimate assault, and the time bomb inside him entered the final countdown. Roe couldn't do anything other than press himself further into Cass' ass. As he did, the elk wrapped his other arm around Cass' waist and held him closely with both arms. Cass was completely immobilized. Not that he'd noticed, his world was utter darkness and euphoria. Mort swallowed the bits of baby gravy jutting from the tip of Cass' member, all the while starting to feel the same sensation building up within himself. By then the only sounds coming from Cass were gasps, a telltale sign of the end.

Without explanation, the sounds coming from Cass halted. Roe throttled Cass. Mort threw himself onto Cass as a harrowing shriek erupted from Cass lungs. The wave had overtaken him and the burst of ecstasy flooded forth from his loins. His balls emptied into Mort's mouth as the Doberman violently reflexed all over the bench. Roe held on tightly as Mort tried to follow his actions. Mort kept the dog's dick inside his mouth as he consumed the semen ejaculating from Cass. The pleasure overtook Cass as he yelped and cried, shaking his loins and pushing into Mort. The fox nearly gagged, but after a moment's recovery he was back on top of Cass, slathering his dick in attention. Excess spooge escaped from the fox's mouth and dripped down onto the Doberman's scrotum, moistening it and inviting touch. Roe took advantage of this as he reached over with his left hand and fondled Cass while Mort drained him. After only seconds, the explosion seemed to have diluted. Cass regained control over his groin, and he stopped forcing himself into Mort's mouth. Roe loosened his grip on Cass and allowed some space between his dick and Cass' ass. Mort however, didn't seem quite so content to let up just yet. As Cass fell back onto the bench, just inches from the tip of Roe's erection, Mort cleaned the length of Cass' dick. He slurped the remaining semen and until there was none left, letting the white drip from the head of his own length in the process. Cass moan one final time as his orgasm ended, and he smiled. His eyes still closed, the Doberman chuckled.

"Damn," he said softly through the stupor of his climax. "I guess I lose..."

"You lose?" said Mort as he recovered from the ordeal. "I think Roe here is the one that lost." The fox glanced at the elk, and then he crossed him arms. "What the hell was that, Roe? It only took you a few minutes to blow. And against Cass' ass crack, too."

"Hey, don't give me that look, Mort. Have you ever grinded against an ass like this? It's really tight. I couldn't help it." The elk defended his premature orgasm, but afterwards he looked down. He stared into the eyes of a panting Cass. His head was right to the tip of the elk's dick. Roe smiled. "Well, anyways Cass...welcome to the team."

The Doberman's ears perked. Despite his regenerative state, the dog could still manage a coherent thought. "W-What?" he said as he gasped. "I-I thought if I cam...then I...I-I lose?"

Mort giggled as he cleaned his lips. "Actually, we may have been pulling your leg on that. I was pretty confident in my ability to make you jizz. I just wanted to see if you were ballsy enough to let me try."

"Pretty much," added Roe. "Honestly, it was never about the orgasm. We don't like it when things get weird around here, and with so many guys around we like to make sure everyone's comfortable. And given the fact that you just let us double team you...sort of...I think you'll fit right in."

After that, nothing would ever be weird between Cass and the rest of the team. He hadn't realized it, but he'd already passed the initiation. In the minutes that followed, Cass continued to lay down on the bench as he pulled himself back together from what was easily the most intense orgasm of his life. Roe and Mort followed through with those showers, cleaning themselves of dirt, grit, and now sperm. Mort couldn't help but stare at Roe's ass the whole time. Soon enough, both players were dressed and Cass was ready to leave. The three met up outside the locker in the parking lot just before Cass began his walk home.

"See you at practice, Cass. Nice to have you on the team!" exclaimed Roe. Cass shook both their hands once more, and then he nodded.

"Nice to be on the team. Maybe we can do this again sometime?" the dog suggested. Mort grinned.

"You had fun?"

"A lot. I guess I surprised myself." Both players looked at each other and beamed.

"Well," Roe said, "We have the whole year ahead of us. I'm sure we'll find the time."

With that, Cass said goodbye and ran off down the road. He was satisfied, in more ways than one. Meanwhile, as Mort and Roe walked to their car, the fox nudged the team captain and started to sway his hips. "So tell me, Roe. Were you actually feeling left out?"

"Maybe a little. I had fun too, but I still think Cass had it the best." A devilish smile slinked onto the fox's face.

"Well then, why don't I make it up to you?" Roe pulled out his car keys from his bag as he responded to Mort's question.

"Huh, when?" Mort took the keys from Roe and popped the door.

"Right now."

• The End -