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Warning! The following fictional story contains erotic/sexual scenes between an adult and a minor in a fictional environment. The author does not condone these acts in real life in any way, shape or form.

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Magnus wasn't sure how long he'd been passed out. Only three things were certain in his mind, the fact that there was an old, golden dragon curled up next to him, that he and the dragon were both naked, and that his ass hurt. Those realities settled quickly in his brain, aiding him in piecing together what had transpired earlier, and he winced as the recollection came back to him, especially when he remembered how much he loved it.

"It's nice to see that you're awake," Bloxan whispered in Magnus's ear, nuzzling the boys blushing cheeks, "I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I enjoyed you."

Magnus shivered as his face grew hot, part of him wanted to get as far away from Bloxan and the Chapterhouse, the rest of him disagreed. As much as his logical side hated it, he had already taken the Vows and completed the Rites, and he had loved the lasciviousness Bloxan had promised more of. He had the options of lewd enjoyment or eternal damnation, he couldn't think of a reason why he shouldn't stay.

The old dragon clambered out of the bed, ignoring the peeking tip of his shaft that had emerged while he watched young Magnus sleep. While it was permitted to have a second round with the boy, Bloxan figured the other Initiates would have plans for their new Brother, so against his cocks own aching complaint, he made no further advances on the black-furred pup.

Magnus grudgingly followed, wincing as he put his full weight back onto his paws. His entire lower half was sore, no quite unbearable, but still a literal pain in the tail. He supposed it was the price one paid after discovering an entire new world of pleasure.

"Walk it off, you'll get used to it after a while," Bloxan assured Magnus as he limped after him.

Snorting in response, Magnus followed Bloxan out of the room and into the empty hall. Anxiety gripped at his chest as they slowly advanced towards the Sanctum's grandiose entrance. After the questionably sensual ordeal of taking a dragons cock up the ass, Magnus wasn't entirely sure what to expect within, but something told him that it wouldn't be quite as celibate, boring and monastic as he had at first envisioned. No, he got the feeling that his poor, little rump was going to be the thing needing to endure, not his sense of entertainment. He was certain he'd have more than enough of that.

Bloxan stopped in front of the Sanctum's door, and in his thoughtful stupor, Magnus ran into him, completely unaware that they had arrived at their destination.

"Be careful, my child," Bloxan chuckled as Magnus sheepishly apologized, "we are about to enter the most sacred part of the Chapterhouse." He placed a hand on Magnus's shoulder and offered him a kind smile. "There are few rules within the Sanctum, all you really need to do is hold fast to your vows and obey the Tenants of the faith and all shall be well."

That provided a smidgen of relief. Magnus had figured that the Tenants would be the laws of the Sanctum even before he'd arrived at the Chapterhouse and been introduced to some of its seedier practices. But with the knowledge that there were very few rules and the realization that Tloska's doctrine didn't exactly provide a whole lot of protection from the desires of those he'd sworn to obey, Magnus wasn't sure just what his future held in store.

But he was certain he would soon find out.

Bloxan took a step towards the Sanctum's entrance and through open the great, wooden doors. Within Magnus could see a wide, shadowy hall of polished pinkish marble, each side lined with imperial columns of a similar material. On the far end stood another pair of doors and two figures that the boy couldn't distinguish in the dim light within.

Swiftly, Bloxan herded Magnus down the hall, towards the two looming figures guarding the far doors, barely giving Magnus time to examine the art of the room and the murals spanning across the walls.

Both walls to either side were decorated with images of male lust. Wolves frotting, dragons mating, species of all natures and sizes dancing in their theatrical displays of virility, jovial in their endeavors to apparently please their lustful god.

The resplendent depictions of seed being spilt in the most erotic of ways left Magnus dumbstruck as he just stared at all the different actions so skillfully displayed on the walls of the dim corridor.

"Brother Bloxan!" One of the guards, lithe cheerful looking cheetah, cried out bounding over to greet Bloxan and his companion, "you're finally back! And with the new Initiate no less, how wonderful!"

"Calm yourself, Marce, you might scare him off!" Bloxan teased as the feline ran up to embrace he old dragon.

The other guard, a muscular, white wolf with a jagged scar branching over his left eye, kept silent. Both guards were nude except for the same silver bracelets and anklets that now adorned Magnus's body, things that Bloxan had yet to replace.

"So you finally got to bring another Initiate into the Fold, huh? What has it been, like, ten years since you got an Initiate fresh off the boat?"

"Six years," Bloxan corrected, "and you have yet to administer the Rites and Vows to anyone yourself, Damien."

The cheetah, Damien, chuckled wryly. "Who needs to when we got all those young and eager Initiates just waiting for us to give the word?" He laughed. "Though I must admit it's been a while since we've had a lupine Initiate. Is it against custom to get a quick sample before he's been introduced to Father Iesal?"

Magnus fidgeted uncomfortably as the cheetah gazed hungrily at his sheath, emerald eyes calculating how best to savor such an attractive youngling. Magnus looked to Bloxan, only getting a nonchalant shrug from the golden dragon. Luckily, the older wolf came to his rescue.

"No Initiate is to be used until both Father Iesal and Head Initiate Nalin have inspected them and welcomed them formally into the Chapterhouse," The wolf stated, his voice like rumbling granite. "Plus, Nalin has his own special traditions for new Initiates, you wouldn't want to get on his bad side again, would you Damien?"

"Why do you have to be such a killjoy, Asu?

The wolf named Asu smiled. "It's my job."

The cheetah grumbled something under his breath that Magnus failed to hear and then the two guards open the doors for Bloxan and Magnus.

Once again Bloxan herded Magnus through the doors, bringing them into a large circular room made of the same pink marble as the previous hall and lined with too many doors for Magnus to count. In the rooms center stood two additional figures: a giant dragon with scales the color of fresh blood and a raccoon perhaps a few years older than Magnus.

"Father Iesal, Head Initiate Nalin, what a pleasant surprise!" Bloxan said cordially. "Damien, Asu and I were just talking about you!"

"So we heard," The raccoon said, shooting a dirty smile at the cheetah now quickly trying to close the door. His smile turned a bit more friendly and playful as he turned to Magnus and offered his hand. "I guess some introductions are in order. Hi, I'm Nalin, welcome to our whacked-up, sex-crazed family!"

"I-I'm Magnus," Magnus stammered as he nervously shook the raccoons hand.

"I like him already," Nalin laughed, "It'll be nice to have a wolf in the Fold."

"You like everyone," Iesal scolded, "there's a reason we put you in charge of the other Initiates. I just want to hurry and get this over with so I can get back to my cup of tea."

"I guess I'm doing the inspecting then?"

"If you don't mind," came the Father's curt reply before he turned to Bloxan. "Brother Bloxan could you do me a favor and go check on Kyr for me? You're services are no longer required here."

Bloxan bowed and hurriedly exited through one of the doors, leaving Magnus alone and naked with two new strangers.

Nalin stepped closer and placed one hand on Magnus's shoulder, the other fingered the soft, furry pouch between Magnus's legs.

"With your permission," he breathed into Magnus's ear, his fingering turning into a full on grope as Magnus slowly nodded his consent.

And so Magnus stood awkwardly as Nalin's hands worked their magic; massaging his shoulders and neck, running down his spine, measuring his tail, toying more with his sheath, humming a merry tune to himself while he checked every exposed part of Magnus's body for no discernable reason. Magnus blushed as the tip of his member began to poke out of his sheath right into Nalin's face, earning a playful growl from the raccoon.

"Well somebody's sensitive down there," he giggled as he helped the boys rapidly hardening cock out of its sheath, "yeah, he's definitely gonna be popular with the others."

"That's what you always say," Iesal accused, somewhat irritated with the raccoon.

"And am I ever wrong?"

Magnus just watched as Iesal grumbled something unintelligible before saying, "Whatever. Welcome to the Si'ira Sanctum, Magnus T'sol. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Prepare your anus and all that cordial bullshit. Nalin, show him around the place." Then, spinning around in a huff, the dragon stormed off.

Magnus just stared as the Father left, feeling a bit unsure of how he felt about the wine-red drake. He wasn't at all what Magnus had expected, although to be fair, Magnus wasn't even sure what he had been expecting at this point.

Still stroking Magnus's fully engorged cock, Nalin sighed. "Don't be put off by the Father Iesal's attitude," he assured the canid as his hand slid up and down his crimson shaft, absentmindedly squeezing a little at the base before slipping back up and massaging the tip with deft strokes of his paw, "he's like that until you get in his bed a couple of times, which should be soon mind you. He likes to try out every new face at least once."

Magnus just whimpered, barely listening as the roiling pleasure in his loins began to rise as it had earlier under Bloxan's care.

"Oh sorry!" Nalin exclaimed as he quickly pulled his hand away. "I have a tendency to get a bit carried away."

Panting as the tense, pleasurable feeling died down, Magnus turned to the Head Initiate.

"S-so what happens now?" He asked.

"Well, I'm supposed to show you around the Sanctum," Nalin admitted, "but I personally prefer to do that as different areas become relevant." He paused to pat Magnus on the shoulder. "C'mon, the rest of the Fold will want to meet you."

"The Fold?" Magnus questioned. He'd heard the name repeatedly but no one had clarified just what it was.

"The Fold consists of us Initiates," Nalin scratched his head sheepishly, "we should probably have some sort of orientation for you newbies, it would make things a lot easier for me."

Magnus smiled, liking the older boy immensely. It was comforting to see someone so friendly in the Sanctum. While Bloxan hadn't exactly been cold, the old dragon wasn't comforting either, despite being more familiar than the lithe raccoon.

"If you'd so kindly follow me," Nalin said as he lead Magnus to one of the many doors surrounding the room.

Magnus counted at least twelve doors in the room, not including the entrance. Where did they all lead? The Chapterhouse had looked large on the outside, but Magnus couldn't fathom just how many different rooms could be contained in the Sanctum, or how anyone could remember how to get to all of them.

"If you're worried about all the doors, don't be," Nalin commanded friendlily, looking back at Magnus with a knowing smile. "Each one has its destination written on the front."

He shut the door to prove his point. Sure enough, in silver letters, the words The Fold were neatly painted onto the oak door.

"See?" Nalin said cheerfully, "It's pretty easy to figure out. Especially once you've been here for awhile."

Smiling as if everything were that simple, Nalin skipped through the doorway, gleefully dragging Magnus behind him into a narrow hallway ending in yet another door.

"So was Bloxan your first?"

"Yes..." Magnus admitted shyly after he realized what Nalin meant.

Nalin gave him an understanding smile. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, we all came here like that, or at least most of us did. I suppose Marco and Lex both lost their virginity before arriving here, but they don't count." The raccoon laughed. "Ah, I'm sorry you had to have Bloxan bring you in. He's probably the oldest guy in the Sanctum, and Iesal usually doesn't let him administer the Rites because few people want to have sex with a REALLY old dragon."

"It wasn't that bad..."

"Neither is fruitcake according to some people," Nalin joked before suddenly looking quite serious. "Now that I think about it, Bloxan kind of reminds me of a two-thousand year old fruitcake." The raccoon looked suspiciously at Magnus and took a hasty step away. "You don't like fruitcake, do you? If you do, we can't be friends!"

They both laughed and continued down the hall, Magnus assuring Nalin that he didn't like fruitcake as the next door loomed closer.

"I should probably mention we're a bit tight on beds, so you might end up sharing with someone," Nalin warned, "and we have our own little intimate welcome tradition, so yeah... in the immortal words of Father Iesal, 'Prepare your anus.'" And with that he opened the door.

Through the doorway was a large rectangular room, filled with bunk beds, trunks, tables, chairs and a motley assortment of boys as naked as the day they were born. None of them noticed Magnus and Nalin, they were all too busy chatting, eating or fucking to care. And then there was the scent. Sweat, musk and humidity filled the room with an overpowering cloud of male stench that could only be described as dizzyingly arousing.

"Everyone, may I have your attention please?" Nalin shouted over the din, seemingly unaffected by the waft of sensations that now plagued Magnus's nostrils.

"We have a new Brother in the Fold," Nalin announced after everything fell silent, putting an arm around Magnus's shoulder. "I'd like everyone to meet Magnus, he's only recently been brought into the Sanctum by Brother Bloxan."

"Oh that poor fool," someone muttered in the audience, evoking a glare from Nalin and a storm of shushing from the other Initiates.

"I want everyone to welcome him personally once they get the chance, you know, show him where he can sleep, answer his questions, etcetera, until he gets a feel for the life here," Nalin continued, "until then, go back to whatever the hell you were doing. Unless your names are Onir or Vale. If that's the case, get your ass over here."

Magnus watched as everything fell back into the transpiring chaos that he had first walked in on and two of the Initiates, a muscular tiger and a fluffy coyote, made their way to where he and Nalin stood.

"Magnus, I'd like you to meet my two assistants," Nalin said cordially. "The brute of a tiger is Onir and the squeezable coyote is Vale. Onir, Vale, this is Magnus T'sol."

"It's nice to meet you," Vale giggled, grabbing Magnus's hand and shaking the life out of it. "Does he need a place to sleep tonight, Nalin? My bed's always open, if he wants we could EEEP!"

It took Magnus a moment to realize that Onir had yanked on the poor canid's tail.

"Nice of you to be so forward, Vale, but the kid just got here," Onir said, "and since you've so conveniently forgotten, I'll remind you that your tail is mine tonight." The tiger smiled and turned his attention to Magnus, offering his hand. "Nice to meet you Magnus. As Nalin said, my name is Onir, and it's my job to make sure things actually get done."

Magnus cocked his head to the side, queuing Nalin to step in and elaborate. "Onir makes sure that our chores and duties are done and done properly," he explained, "while Vale is in charge of, shall we say, loaning out Initiates whenever one of the Elders needs a hand."

"Or a mouth or ass," Vale added gleefully, "I actually know a few that would like a wolf in their bed, or in the bath or--"

"Vale!" Nalin and Onir exclaimed in unison.

Magnus blushed as Onir grabbed Vale by the ear, the coyote yipping in protest as the tiger slowly dragged him away from the wolf.

"Are we just going to a bed or somewhere else?" Onir asked as he dragged a yelping Vale back towards the center of the room.

"No actually," Nalin said with a shake of his head, "Brother Korix just had all the sheets washed, I want to keep the beds clean at least for a little while longer."

Onir raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder.

"Look, I know it's not gonna happen, but I'd like to at least try," Nalin admitted, "now go grab my box and meet us in the showers, I have an idea."

Onir stared dumbstruck at the raccoon, even Vale looked shocked by Nalin-'s nonchalant statement. While Magnus had an idea as to why the beds wouldn't stay clean for long, he and Bloxan had made a bit of a mess themselves, but were the showers more of a problem than dirtying a few bedsheets?

"You're putting him in the showers?" Onir exclaimed incredulously after he recovered from his stupor. "That's a punishment not an initiation, he'll get torn apart!"

"Not if we're with him," Nalin corrected, "plus, who goes to the showers this time of day?"

Onir grumbled something and dragged Vale out of sight, probably to grab Nalin's box, whatever that was for. Magnus scanned the room full of Initiates, his entire view was filled with lewd scenes of blatant lust and virility. For every Initiate that stood about chatting, at least three were wholeheartedly engaged in some sexual activity, from things as simple as cuddling in bed to full-on rutting on the hard, stone floor.

"Enjoying the view?" Nalin smiled deviously and put a hand on Magnus's shoulder. "It won't always be like this. We get the weekends off to do as we please, unless Vale signs you up for a few rounds with one of the priests, then you get to devote some time to being down on your knees." A lighthearted laugh was drowned out by the sexual din in front of them. "But c'mon, we're going to give you a real taste of what life is like here."

The two then made their way towards a door on the far outskirts of the room, that opened into yet another corridor with one more door at the far end.

"This leads to the showers," Nalin explained, "the rule of thumb is that if you're in the showers, your ass is open to anyone who outranks you. If you want to actually clean yourself off without being violated, go with a hoard of other Initiates, stay close to the door and dry off in the hallway. Not all the Brothers are as nice as Bloxan probably was, there's a reason we use the showers as a punishment for disobedience. Though, you're free to do as you please. Vale will just hang around in there when he's feeling horny. Feel free to join him."

"I-I-I think I-I'm good."

"My thoughts exactly," Nalin laughed as he opened the next door, poking his head in to make sure the showers were empty. "As much as I love getting fucked, I like to have some control over it. And just so you know, everyone gets caught in the shower at least once as an Initiate, we'll try to make sure that isn't today."

Magnus gulped and followed Nalin into the showers, quivering as his imagination pictured just what kind of filthy activities went on in the clean, white room he'd just entered. All the walls were a solid white stone, and the floor was just a simple concrete. Multiple metal poles, each with four shower heads, stretched from the floor to the ceiling, similar to the kind Magnus would expect to see in the changing room at a public pool, not in the Chapterhouse. The door burst open, breaking his train of thought as Onir and Vale came into the room, the tiger carrying a wooden chest of unknown contents.

The coyote giggled at Magnus, waving innocently. For someone younger than him, Magnus stood a good three inches taller than Vale. The coyote just hoped his cock was bigger too, that would be wonderful.

"Are we ready?" Onir asked, directing the question to Nalin who was busy dragging a shower bench to the center of the room.

"Yup, you got my stuff? Excellent," Nalin rubbed his hands together, looking from Magnus to Onir before adding, "Onir, I need to ask a favor of you."

"Oh no," Onir said, voice thick with faux surprise, "Whatever could it be?"

"I need you to stand guard," Nalin instructed, "If anyone starts coming to the showers, we get Magnus out."

Sighing, Onir exited the room, leaving Magnus with just Vale and Nalin, and the coyote was already digging through Nalin's box.

"What to use, what to use," Vale sang, pulling out a few toys and dropping them as Nalin shoved him out of the way.

"We don't need anything exotic, Vale," the raccoon said sternly as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a set of keys. "These will do just fine. Magnus, lie down on the bench."

Magnus quickly obeyed and laid on the hard wooden seat as Vale danced around him in circles, wondering why Nalin needed handcuffs. His breathing accelerated as the raccoon approached and knelt down beside him, grabbing his wrists and cuffing them together beneath the shower bench, effectively trapping Magnus to the wooden seat where he lay.

"Perfect," Vale growled as he placed a hand on Magnus's chest, delicately pinching and caressing the wolf's nipple as he slipped a leg over Magnus and sat on his stomach.

Magnus gasped as the coyote then leaned in, planting a mischievous kiss on his cheek before scooting back, dragging his furred sack down Magnus's body until their pouches and sheathes rubbed tenderly together, coaxing a whimper from Magnus as his crimson member once again began to emerge from its hiding place.

"I like this one," Vale giggled, his own crimson flesh coming into view as he leaned back, pressing the tip of Magnus's engorged cock into his tailhole, "you coming Nalin?"

"I think I'll watch for now," Nalin replied as Vale began to sink inch-by-inch onto Magnus's cock, pressing against the wolves knotted base before coming back up.

A gasp escaped Magnus's lungs as his crimson length was suddenly embraced by the taut heat of Vale's depths. Their hips slapped together harder and faster as Vale's bouncing motions began to gain more and more momentum, his fingers digging into Magnus's shoulders as he fucked himself of the wolf's aroused member, making Magnus growl and whimper as both pain and pleasure scorched his senses at the same time. Vale opened his mouth and moaned as he felt Magnus slide into him, his tongue slipping out as lust overtook his senses, driving him to pound himself against the younger boys knot, trying to recklessly drive it into his tailhole.

Nalin smiled as he watched the ongoing scene before him, his own cock slowly sliding out of its sheath as his eyes stayed fixated on the two other Initiates. Vale wasn't letting up, at his current rate, Magnus wouldn't last much longer. The new boy was quivering with need, hips thrusting upwards to try and meet the coyote's wild bouncing. Placing a hand on his own erection, Nalin knelt down behind Vale and Magnus, getting a perfect view of the lupine's supple rump. Reaching out, he groped those fleshy cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal his prize and bury his nose in it, making Magnus moan as a new sensation came into play.

The raccoon chuckled as the hot and bitter scent of sweat and pucker filled his nostrils. He exhaled, letting his hot breath wash over his prize before he ran his tongue along the gentle curve of the wolf's ass. Delicious. He had to have more. His tongue went immediately to Magnus's trembling pucker, moaning in tandem with Magnus as the hot, piquant taste came over his taste buds, addling his mind with the heated stupor of desire. Grabbing his victim's thighs to keep him from moving, Nalin pressed his lips right up against that fleshy opening, tongue flicking in and out in unison with Vale's bobbing. Magnus moaned under the coyote, unsure of just what was going on, but still loving every tormented second of it as he felt the climax draw closer. Until the door flew open and Onir came running back into the room.

"We've got company," the tiger shouted as he ran through the door he'd left and immediately into the door leading back to the fold, not really caring whether or not anyone else made it out. Not wanting to be caught up in the showers, Onir was looking out for himself today.

Immediately, Vale leapt off of Magnus's cock, leaving it cold and twitching angrily in the colder air, grabbed Nalin's box of toys and sprinted towards the door. Nalin cursed and fumbled to pick up the keys to the handcuffs, struggling even more to get them into the cuffs locks and get them off of Magnus. Perhaps dirtying a fewer more ill-fated sheets wouldn't have been such a bad thing, but it was too late to consider that now.

Magnus just stared blankly, too dazed to process what Onir had said before fleeing. Why was Nalin frantically trying to get him off of the bench? Why had Vale practically flown off of his cock to get away, and leave him on the verge of cumming? The realization hit him like a train when Nalin finally got the handcuffs off and the door opened a second time.

Realizing that it was too late to get Magnus out, Nalin urgently whispered, "just do whatever they say, don't talk back, don't question it."

Two of the three figures, Magnus recognized. The first was Bloxan, who smiled warmly when he saw Magnus. The second was Asu, the white wolf who had saved him from the other guard. The third was an orca, whom Magnus had never seen before.

"Brother Bloxan! Brother Asu! Brother Kyr! How nice of you to stop by!" Nalin said cheerfully as the three priests exchanged amused glances. "How have you all been on this lovely day?"

"Head Initiate Nalin, what a pleasant surprise," the orca Magnus assumed was Kyr replied, "I've been doing well. Better now, of course."

Asu and Bloxan chuckled, albeit for different reasons.

"You two have fun," Bloxan told the other priests, "I came to wash myself off, not get dirtier."

"Those were my intentions as well," Asu admitted, "but when an opportunity presents itself, it scarcely comes a second time."

Bloxan just chuckled and walked past the two Initiates towards one of the shower heads, smiling briefly at Magnus as he passed. Poor boy, caught in the showers on his first day, oh well, looks like he'd be getting broken in a bit earlier than most of the other boys. Part of the old, golden dragon wished he had a camera.

Magnus gulped as Kyr and Asu circled him and Nalin. Both of them were much larger than Bloxan, he could see their arousal grow as they plotted what to do with the two Initiates, Kyr's cock slid out of its slit growing larger and larger as the suspense in Magnus's chest intensified. Asu's member remained hidden in it's snowy sheath, but Magnus could see the hunger in his eyes.

Asu looked towards Kyr. "I take the wolf, you take Nalin?" Asu proposed, and the orca laughed.

"You just want the new kid," Kyr growled as he looked from Nalin to Magnus, "but that's fine with me, I've been looking to teach Nalin some manners for a while now."

Nalin couldn't help but giggle, "Far larger have tried."

The orca pounced on the raccoon. Magnus could only watch as Kyr forced Nalin to his knees and, in a single thrust, hilted himself in the raccoons maw.

Magnus gulped as Asu motioned for him to come closer, which, looking back at Nalin, he hesitantly obeyed.

Seeing the boys apprehension, Asu sighed and stepped closer, cutting the distance between them in half in two swift strides.

"On your knees," he commanded, and again, Magnus obeyed.

Smiling, Asu pulled back his sheath and let the head of his cock flop out, pointing towards the kneeling Initiate. Then, he relaxed, letting loose a stream of piss and soaking the younger wolf in front of him, aiming low at first to hit the boys already aroused cock than moving up his flat stomach to drench the fur on his chest, neck and face with the urinary rain.

Magnus kept his mouth and eyes shut as he felt the hot, gold liquid wash over him, careful not to gasp or whine lest he provoke the priest or worse, get the wolf's urine in his mouth. But Asu wouldn't have any of that.

"Open your mouth," Asu commanded, "I have a present for you."

Magnus's eyes flicked open as he slowly opened his maw, giving him a glimpse of the wolf's massive cock before it was vehemently slammed into his mouth. Silently, he knelt there as the priest once again began to relieve himself, this time in Magnus's mouth. At first, he almost vomited as he felt the warm, rancid liquid drain into his belly, disgusted by the mere act, but, as the stream of urine halted and Asu withdrew from his muzzle, he found himself wanting more, tongue straying from his mouth to catch the clear, golden drips that spilled off his chin.

"You liked that you little slut?" Asu asked as he swung a leg over and sat down on the shower bench, lifting Magnus onto his lap, massive cock hooking under the boys legs to press its wet tip against Magnus's sack. "Because it's gonna get a lot better!"

A whimper escaped Magnus's throat as he looked down at the dripping log that swung between his legs and the fist sized knot that sat at its base, but he didn't have time to protest before he was lifted up once more and forcefully brought down on the shaft, tailhole spreading wide in an attempt to take the massive cock as it sank into his rump.

Magnus squealed and grabbed at Asu's wrists as the wolf's thick rod speared into his depths, precum dribbling from his smaller cock as Asu's knot slapped against his fleshy ring before Magnus was lifted up once more and slammed back down.

Asu growled and continued to lift Magnus up than bring him forcefully down, fingers digging into Magnus's thighs as he mercilessly pounded his tight entrance. Magnus gasped as his prostate was hammered with utter abandon, his entire body paralyzed in the serendipitous motions of Asu's relentless thrusting. Pain blazed anew through Magnus's body, pain he was beginning to love. Asu was larger than Bloxan, even without the veiny, crimson knot trying to gain entry to his taut tailhole.

"How do you like that you little bitch?" Asu thundered as his thighs and arms worked in unison to ram his cock as far into Magnus as he could.

Magnus could only cry out, tears falling from his eyes as the motley sensations within him only grew in volume. Pain, pleasure and lust leaving his thoughts swimming in the addled mess that had once been his mind.

Roaring with lust, Asu sank his teeth into the Magnus's shoulder, not caring if he hurt The boy. The only thing on his mind was how well the smaller wolf's tailhole was massaging his throbbing, turgid length, squeezing in all the right places to coax his testicles to spill their heavy load in his vernal depths. Asu began thrusting harder and faster, the taste of blood in his mouth fueling the feral hunger that rippled throughout his body, driving him to slam himself into Magnus, dangerously bulging knot threatening to break into his rump at any moment.

Magnus moaned as the sensual symphony continued to accelerate, eyes sealed shut as his petite tailhole was ravaged by the larger wolf. Suddenly he felt two small hands grab his waist and something warm grind against his highly sensitive cock.

His eyes peaked open to so Kyr and Nalin had joined them on the bench, the orca mimicking Asu's motions with the raccoon, forcing him up against Magnus. Nalin tried to smile comfortingly as the two of them were pushed together by the larger males, but could only moan as he too was mercilessly mated by an older priest.

Magnus leaned into Nalin, blood trickling down his neck as he rested his head on the older boys shoulder, grunting and moaning as his ass was continuously and rhythmically pounded and his precum soaked cock was snuggly pressed against Nalin's own member. His lubricated shaft glided over Nalin's, slipping over it, under it, their knots grinding together as they were sandwiched between Asu and Kyr. The two priests grunted and rutted in near unison, their climax's fast approaching as they plunged into the boys' tight and supple tailholes.

Asu let out one last growl, teeth still buried in Magnus's soft neck before he slammed his knot into Magnus, hips lifting off the bench to meet the boy in one final show of force. Kyr did similar, thrusting one last time into the Head Initiate before releasing his pent-up load.

Magnus screamed as he felt Asu's knot force his tailhole wider than before, filling the young wolf with indescribably harrowing delight, fresh, burning cum flooding his tailhole as Asu reached his peak. His own climax followed shortly after, shooting hot cum all over both him and Nalin as he writhed in orgasmic bliss.

Nalin, feeling Magnus's hot seed spill on him and Kyr's fresh load pumping into his rear, couldn't hold out longer. He burst as well, cum mixing with the virile wolf seed that pooled in-between the two Initiates. Panting in the aftermath of the somewhat forced lovemaking, Nalin leaned in and kissed Magnus, tongue pressing into the wolf's maw and exploring its newfound playground as all parties involved struggled to reclaim their breath.

Magnus moaned, his own tongue pushing against his mouth's wet intruder as sensation began to slowly return to his body, fatigue setting in as the thrill and heat of the moment died down in his veins.

Asu slowly removed his mouth from Magnus's shoulder, still not feeling guilty for the blood that dripped down the boys torso.

"Aww, aren't they cute," he chuckled wearily as he met Kyr's gaze.

"Heh, a slut's a slut," Kyr replied as he slowly pulled himself out of Nalin, cum cascading out of the raccoons abused tailhole. "Let them do whatever they want."

Over on the other side of the room, Bloxan shut off the water. "I think you might have broken them," he commented, "at least poor Magnus, you're almost thrice his size Asu."

The old wolf grinned menacingly down at Magnus, still blissfully kissing Nalin. "He took it just fine," he laughed, giving Magnus a slap on the back. "Besides, he'd better get used to it, Father Iesal's probably going to call him soon."

"You gonna pull out yet?" Kyr teased as he made his way towards a showerhead.

"Maybe if I wanted to tear the boy in half. Just give me a few more minutes to shrink a bit."

Magnus barely heard any of their conversation, his exhausted mind was focused simply on the raccoon he was kissing, who, unlike Onir and Vale, hadn't abandoned him when some of the priests stumbled upon them in the showers. He was brought back into reality by the sharp pain in his backside from Asu suddenly pulling himself free, engorged knot still mostly bloated. His cry was muffled by Nalin wrapping his arms around Magnus's head and holding their lips together, scooting forward and rocking backwards so that the young wolf lay atop him on the humble bench.

Magnus sighed as Nalin's hands massaged his back until Bloxan, Asu and Kyr had all showered and left. Then, the raccoon planted a lick on Magnus's cheek.

"C'mon, let's get washed off then head back to the Fold."

Magnus sighed his agreement and rolled off of Nalin, landing flat on his sore backside, earning a laugh from Nalin who helped him to his feet. He winced as he had his full weight back on his paws and limped after Nalin, towards the showerheads.

Hurriedly, not wanting to be in their for much longer, the duo washed the cum, and in Magnus's case, urine, out of their fur.

"So what did you do before you joined the Chapterhouse?" Nalin asked, surprising Magnus as basked in the hot water.

Magnus grimaced as memories of his life before came rushing back to him. Thoughts of old friends and an education that mattered very little anymore.

"Mostly just school and stuff," Magnus admitted as he fervently scrubbed his chest, "I didn't really have a lot of friends so I didn't get out a lot. Then my parents enrolled me at the Institute and next thing you know, here I am!"

Nalin chuckled and turned off the water. "Not exactly the religion everyone seems to believe, am I right?"

"You can say that again," Magnus shut off the water, "I came here expecting a life of cloistered study and, well, boringness. Boy, was I wrong."

A knowing smile crossed Nalin's face as he helped a limping Magnus towards the door, holding it open for the less experienced canid.

"Believe me, we all came here like that," Nalin chuckled, "innocent and naïve, that is. Hell, when you serve the God of Virility and Springtime, it makes sense you'd have to get a little bit dirty. Plus, what's not to love about religiously sanctioned sex?"

They both laughed as they hobbled down the cold, dim hall, the door to the Fold drawing steadily nearer. It was nice to have a friend, Magnus determined, especially one as warm and cheerful as Nalin.

"Anyway, as for tonight, you're welcome to share my bed, if you don't mind," Nalin offered sheepishly as they reached the other side of the hall, "if not, I understand, but we might not be able to get you your own bed."

Magnus grabbed the raccoon's shoulder as Nalin grabbed the doors handle and startled him with a kiss, rejoicing when Nalin realized what was going on and once again slipped his hot, wet tongue unto Magnus's maw.

"I'd be happy to," Magnus said with a smile, which Nalin returned as he pulled open the door.

The chaos from before hadn't appeared to die down, everyone was as boisterous and lascivious as before. Magnus was even certain he caught sight of Vale and Onir amidst the lustful anarchy, bur he didn't know for sure. Part of him was mad at them for just leaving him and Nalin there, but he now understood why. As much as he loved what had transpired, his entire lower body ached.

"Well, do you have any questions for me?" Nalin asked, breaking Magnus's momentary reverie. "Or are there any parts of the Sanctum you'd like to see?"

Magnus paused for a moment, honestly searching for an answer to Nalin's question.

"Well I do have one question," Magnus mused, chuckling as Nalin snapped to attention.

"And what would that be?"

"When's dinner?"

Mirth overtook the raccoon as he slapped Magnus playfully on the back. "C'mon, let me show you the mess hall!"