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Chapter Six - Brimming With Team Spirit

"Finally, it's my turn."

Coach Williams gasped as he felt a pair of strong paws spread his ass cheeks apart, his exposed tailhole quivered at the feeling of cold air, contrasting the warm globs of semen that filled his insides and felt quite messy as it ran freely down his gaped hole and down his spread thighs. His long tubular tail flicked impatiently, lifted at the base to show off the soppy mess the previous occupant had left behind.

The puma breathed in deeply, sucking in the slight pudge of a belly that made a sloshing sound as the spunk that filled his loins shifted around his stretched intestines just as something fleshy and pointed and dripping pressed against his taint, letting the flow of cum wash over it. Coach Williams couldn't wait anymore, he rolled his hips back and felt the slick piece of meat slip past the stretched flesh and the unknown male behind him sheathed his entire cock inside the older feline. Coach Williams purred deeply, feeling the heat radiating from the cock inside him. Judging from the feeling of something bulbous at the base of the shaft, Coach Williams made an educated guess that the stud inside him was canine. 'Excellent... those boys usually know how to use their knots,' the coach thought to himself as the cock withdrew, a wet squelch of frothy cum followed.

The jock standing behind him kept his strong paws on the puma's ass cheeks, keeping them spread open so he could watch all but his tapered tip slip out, his red rocket covered in the previous occupants' seed from before. Coach William's stretched rim clenched and quivered as it was left empty again, trying to squeeze down on the head and suck it back in. So the jock gave his coach what he wanted, he thrust his muscular hips forward until he was balls deep in the puma's ass, forcing more cum out of the stuffed rump, feeling his teammate's spunk cover his groin as it gyrated against the supple cheeks.

Coach Williams tried to suppress his moan, but once that testosterone-filled jock pushed his swollen knot past his stretched ring and into that well-receptive ass, the sound escaped his throat like a cheap two dollar whore who just wanted their next hit. And his drug was getting railed hard by the football players that he spent countless hours managing every day, not only with football practice but also helping them maintaining a regimen of rigorous workouts and strict dieting. His wife would complain he spent more time with them than her and his two cubs, and although he denied it, deep down in his cum and guilt filled gut, he knew it was true.

His routine consisted of waking up at the crack of dawn, go on a brisk jog to the school where he could freely use whatever equipment they had for free before practice. After spending their time out on the field, then he and the other assistant coach, a burly polar bear by the name of Noah Bjorn, would discuss plays and the players before the polar bear shoved him out of the office. The two were supposed to share the wide office space, but sometimes Williams had the feeling the bear was getting too big for his britches and wanted his own private room like Coach Collins. So after being kicked out, he would find himself inside one of the janitorial closets at the school with a jock balls deep inside him.

To call the coach a slut would be an understatement, and disrespectful to those that identified as such. While some men find addiction with alcohol, drugs, and pornography, his body craved the feeling of a tight, muscular body pressed to his backside, pounding him full of their virile seed, filling him with their essence gave him such a euphoric high. They say that the anthro body contains approximately sixty percent water, Coach Williams's bowels contained that much in cum alone. However, the puma wasn't always that way. He had been married for ten happy years, his slutty bi-curious college days a distant memory. The events that aroused his previous ways happened by chance a few years before when he stumbled across a pair of football players screwing around in the bleachers. He had threatened to report them, and the more confident of the two jocks called out his bluff and the puma found himself bent over and fucked by both of them. He wouldn't have admitted he secretly loved the control the younger men had over him, and to his dismay and delight, word quickly got around in the locker room in hushed whispers. And from that time forward, Williams had become, for all intents and purposes, the team's personal whore in a closet.

The number of players seemed to grow every passing day, and while he feared his trysts with the studly jocks would be found out and he'd lose his job, his wife, and kids, and publically shamed for the rest of his life, he couldn't help but indulge in his lack of self-control, giving in to whatever those muscular young men wanted. He would remain bent over in the dank storage room that was forever tainted by the smell of testosterone and spunk, paws on the wall furthest from the door, his used ass presented to whoever walked in. Little did he know that after the first jock of the day finished inside his ass, the jock would take the yellow caution sign for a wet floor and place it outside the door in the long and usually abandoned hallway, a visual cue for any jocks passing by that the coach was inside and waiting.

It was common to see some lined up outside, waiting their turn to bust a nut in the handsome feline. He was indeed very good looking for his age, even when he was covered in jizz, his usually well-formed stomach would be swollen from how much had been deposited inside his ass that day. Servicing stud after stud became an after-school activity that would last a few hours until the puma wobbled back home to his wife and kids, cum sloshing around his stretched guts and his whiskers drooped in embarrassment as he avoided them until he could safely present himself for dinner, only to repeat the same process the following practice.

Today was like any other day, the puma pushed back onto the knot that just seemed to slip in and out of his stretched sphincter as the jock fucked his teammates' cum out, eager to put his own in the bitch. A wet, soppy sound echoed in Williams's ears as the knot pushed his wide fleshy tunnel open, the abused muscles caressed the canine's bone before the jock effortlessly pulled back out again, the elasticity rim let it free without a fight. Williams turned his head to the left, trying his best to ignore twinge of guilt from seeing the gold band on his wedding finger and glanced over his shoulder to see who the stud was trying to hopelessly knock him up. With his keen eyes, the feline was able to make out the football player's facial features, recognizing him as Chad Wagner, one of the cornerbacks of the team. Wagner was a big wolf, who kept his black pelt short and clean, nearly blended in with the pitch black closet. His breathing was ragged, the mounds on his lower stomach he called abs and the pair of thick mounds of pectorals were tense. His thick thighs squeezed outside the coach's own legs. He had a few inches over the six-foot tall puma, and he made sure that the assistant coach could admire his god-like body from his position. Wagner had practiced hard on the field today, and he wanted his coach to notice and that he deserved this reward for his performance.

"Fuck Coach," Wagner grunted with exertion in Williams's rounded ears as he leaned over his superior, his strong paws gripped the puma's hips, his fingers rubbing over the distended portion of his stomach. "For a cum bucket, you still feel really good on my prick."

"OOOooh fuck," the puma groaned with the jock, pushing his ass back to meet the wolf's thrusts as his body wracked with pleasure as his claws remained extended from his paws, clawing the cement wall like they always did when his swollen prostate was battered. It shared a resemblance to a prison wall in the movies, years worth of long white scratch marks etched across the cool gray concrete, a tally of how many times he'd been taken by the jocks that had come and gone to the school. The number had since long been forgotten, it's not like it mattered. A dick was a dick, he wasn't complaining how many he got.

"Who's got the biggest cock on the team?" the wolf panted, his sweaty brow pressed against the nape of the puma's neck as he looked down and watched his knot slid in and out of the cream-colored rump, the centripetal force of which either pushed the mixed load inside him deeper into his stomach or to squeeze past that fat knot plugging his wear and make a mess on his black groin.

Williams mewed as his prostate was pounded, his claws dug deeper into the cement and threw his head back on the jock's wet forehead. He knew what the narcissistic wolf wanted to hear, and he knew that if he gave him the answer the wolf wanted; he would get what he desperately wanted. So he cried out and clenched the best he could with a ruined colon, trying to coax the wolf into orgasm. "Y-yours stud!" Williams moaned without a second of hesitation, his body quivering from the rapid jabs against his prostate. "Oh gods, please fill me..." he begged, his legs shaking from the ordeal.

The black wolf smirked, showing off his white teeth and gripped the base of the coach's thick tubular tail and yanked it up, causing the wrinkled flesh to tighten up around his knot. "It's not good to lie, slut. If mine was the thickest, then you wouldn't feel like my girlfriend's cunt when I'm fucking her. In fact, I'd say you feel even looser than her."

Coach Williams gasped and shuddered, his aching cock twitched and sprayed precum on the floor and the lower part of the wall as the wolf pulled his tail. He knew from experience based on the wolf's comment, that the jock had never actually been inside a vagina if he was comparing it to the inside of a male's ass. He had a feeling in his cum-filled gut, that despite Wagner having a girlfriend, the wolf was hiding behind a fake relationship, Wagner derived all his pleasure from fucking this pussy, instead of actual puss. But everything else that the jock had just said was true; he was just above average for a canine of his size, and he was definitely not the biggest or thickest on the team. Of just the studs he'd taken that day, Wagner was easily in third place. But it wasn't like Williams kept mental charts of the size of each players cock that had been in him, he wanted what came after it. Instead, he moaned and pushed back with his paws, his ass rolling back against the knot that was tenderizing his rump.

"Okay then, stud," Williams panted and looked back, his patience to get another load in him was running thin. "Fuck me like that girlfriend of yours, show me how a real stud uses his bone and put your pups in me!"

Wagner snarled and bit down on Williams's shoulder, his arms wrapped around the bloated belly, squeezing the puma as he gave a final deep shove followed by a few shallow thrusts as his balls tightened and emptied their contents into the already overflowed loins of his coach. He didn't let up until well after his orgasm faded, panting hotly before he pulled out and watched as a torrent of his jizz mixed with who knows how many others gushed from the gaping hole and onto the cold floor. The jock wiped his cock off on one of the puma's crusty ass cheeks and pulled his pants back up, zipped up and pulled his letterman jacket back on.

"Thanks for the fuck Coach, see you tomorrow!" the wolf laughed as he opened the closet door and blinked as his pupils dilated when he stepped into the bright hallway. He jumped back startled as he nearly ran into something black and orange and very firm.

Standing just outside the door was a reindeer and a fellow teammate, albeit on the offensive side. He just an inch taller than Wagner but his height was further boosted by a pair of antlers that nearly touched the plastered ceiling. His hands were deep in the pockets of his letterman jacket, the surname " SCHRODER" in bold white font etched over the broad black backside, and he looked unphased by the wolf's sudden appearance in front of him.

"That didn't last long," the caribou snorted through wide nostrils, picking up the unmistakable smell of sex on the wolf.

Wagner growled at the comment, hackles rising as he stepped up to look at the cervine. "Yeah, cause he was a tight bitch. I got him prepped just for you. You're welcome, Schroder," He sneered and copped a feel on the reindeer's sizeable bulge, the jock obviously had heard them and gotten aroused from it. "Enjoy used goods," he said with a shrug and brushed past the jock and walked off down the hallway.

Schroder waited until the self-assured black wolf rounded the corner and was out of sight. With his paws still stuffed into the front pockets of his jacket, he glanced up and down the corridor before he reached out and gingerly opened the storage door. The light lit up the whole room, metal shelves were covered with various cleaning chemicals and detergent. Mops and brooms lay scattered from being knocked over in the dark. At the end of the single-aisle was the assistant coach, his tail swishing back and forth, not looking back at him. It was customary for the puma to not take a peek at who was about to take him, Schroder was certain the feline played a guessing game of what species was inside him. He could smell the scent of at least a half of a dozen other males in the room, the mixture had flowed like a small waterfall and created a sticky puddle between the older male's spread legs.

His cloven hooves clopped on the bare floor as he approached the whore bent over in front of him, his arousal throbbing inside his jeans. He unzipped them as he got closer, letting his jeans and briefs fall to his ankles and stepped out of the holes, his human-shaped shaft hung down and bounced free in the air as he slipped out of his leatherman and put it on a hook on the wall. His fluffy white chest fur hung out of the top of the button up he wore, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Within reach of the predator, the prey had no fear of retaliation. He grabbed two handfuls of ass, parting Coach Williams's cheeks and watched in amusement as the gaping hole tried to seal up to keep the frothy cum inside. The puma let out a moan as he felt those strong hands keep his ass spread, his cock aching beneath the bloated belly that pushed it downwards.

The reindeer pushed his hips forward, letting his cock rub between that wide crevice, smearing all that natural lube all along his shaft as it twitched and added some precum to the mixture. He continued to tease the whore, listening to the soft wanting moans that escaped Coach Williams's muzzle. His paws let go of the puma's ass, letting it hug his shaft as the tip teased the rim, causing some more cum to dribble out over his dick and balls. His paws moved down, caressed the inner thighs of the older man and then he pulled them back and up, causing the puma to gasp out as the position was shifted. Instead of relying on shaky legs, Coach Williams found himself held up by his paws that had landed in the sticky pool of semen beneath him. It clung to his paw pads as his legs were hooked behind the newcomer's backside, the mushroom head now pressed right into his pucker and sunk in with a satisfying slurp.

Schroder didn't stop pushing into his coach's ass until he had bottomed out, the hole swallowing each inch without much resistance. The ring stretched wider to accommodate the additional girth and length the hung cervine had over his teammates, and Williams could feel every inch burrowing deeper inside him, any cracks were quickly filled by cum as he was held downward. He could feel the warm fluids trickling so far inside his loins, he was almost certain he would be able to taste it in his throat. Content with the position, Schroder held onto his coach's thighs and began to thrust into him, grunting silently as he fucked the puma. His movement was slow and concise, to take his time and make the coach appreciate what he had to give him.

Williams' toes curled behind the reindeer's back, his ears back as he mewed loudly as his prostate was rubbed over repeatedly, his cock flexing and spraying precum into the puddle under him. This jock was without a doubt the biggest he'd taken that day. His insides were on fire as pleasure shot up his arched spine, his backside being yanked back as the male pushed deep inside him. His full belly bounced and sloshed with the momentum that the stud was building. Williams struggled as his bulging arms began to feel exhausted, this was far more strenuous than planks, and he was afraid what would happen if the muscles gave out. He kept his head bowed, most of his vision was blocked by his swollen stomach, but he could see the cervine's distinguishable hooves firmly planted on the ground as those masculine thighs pushed against his lifted nether region.

"Sh-shit..." Williams gasped in ragged breaths, feeling the orgasm building up inside him. "Sch-Schroder you magnificent... stud... f-fuck me..." he begged, his eyes rolling back as his prostate was pounded into oblivion. "M-make me your bitch..."

Schroder laughed, something deep and amused at the whore beneath him. The tackle had been a recurring customer to Williams and heard the feline say those words every time. He was sure the coach said that to anyone who had a dick and would stick it in him, but it definitely stroked his ego. His movements got faster as he breathed through his nose, inhaling the heavy musk in the room, letting it fill his lungs and drove him madder to rut his bitch.

He stamped a hoof right into the puddle and snorted, his nostrils flaring as he pushed in balls deep, his hands squeezing the coach's thighs as he emptied himself into the warm depths of the puma. Schroder continued to huff and buck throughout his orgasm, feeling each surge of ejaculate fill the already overflowing stomach. Thick, warm fluid coursed through the puma's veins at that point, every fiber in his body told him that this was his purpose. He was made to soak up the virile seed of the jocks in his team, to be used as their cumrag for a quick way to blow their load.

Halfway through Schroder's climax, Williams couldn't bear his weight any longer. His elbows buckled and he fell right into the slop beneath him, his chin taking most of the hit as cum splashed against his chest and face. He lay in the mess as he just groaned in pain and pleasure. Schroder pulled out, his exit followed by a wet and long 'sluuuuuuuuuurrrp' before he let the coach's legs drop, laying spread out on the ground in the cum puddle. Williams' stomach gurgled as it tried to find a way to relax as pressure pushed up from the ground and gravity pushed on his back.

Schroder put his clothes back on and left without much of a word, leaving the whore alone in the dank closet to wallow in the sop, absorbing the jizz in his tan fur. Williams wasn't sure how much time had actually passed until he felt his strength partially return to him, getting up onto all fours with some difficulty as the seed had already begun to dry and clump into his fur.

He placed a paw on his melon-sized belly and hiccuped, smelling cum in his breath as he steadied himself on one of the metal shelvings in the closet. Standing upright, the only place for the cum inside him to go was down. The puma blushed as he felt the flow of excess cum run down his thighs as he walked to retrieve his clothes. He pulled his track jacket and pants on, zipping the jacket up only to cover up his pudge and opened the door.

The lights were off at that time, the only light that lit the way was from another light down another hallway that intersected with the corridor. He left the caution sign where it was, leaning on the stripped walls as he made his way to the empty parking lot. Williams eventually made it to the lonely truck, a big midnight blue Ram and crawled inside. He sat his wet ass down on the vinyl seats and leaned against the wheel as he fondled for the car keys in the soaked track pants that had absorbed the leaking fluids and were now saturating the cushion under him.

He drove home, every bump jostled the cum slush inside him and made him clench his rear end. It was dark by the time he pulled into the driveway and parked outside the garage. The front lights were on, which meant the wife and kids would be home, as they should be at that point. Williams opened the door with some difficulty, his legs had recuperated on the way back and were able to support his weight. He opened the oak door that was mostly window panes and stepped inside. He immediately went for the stairs in the entryway, holding onto the banister and his gut.

"Matt, I didn't think you'd be out this late," he heard the sweet, wistful tone of his wife behind him.

Matthew Williams, as his full name was, turned his head to look down at the beautiful leopardess, his eyes getting lost in the markings that covered her smooth pelt. She wore an apron, it covered her well-shaped breasts and wrapped around her soft curved hips, tied off in a bow behind her waist. She held a plate in her hand, wiping it dry with the apron as she looked up at him.

"I'll be down in a few minutes," he said, trying to put on his best smile as he felt the familiar twinge of regret that after all this time, he had cheated and been unfaithful to her. He still loved her so much, but he lost all inhibitions when those studly jocks wanted to use his ass.

Her gaze followed him as he took another slow step upstairs. She hugged the plate to her breasts and tilted her head. "Is everything okay? Still having stomach cramps?"

Matt nodded his head solemnly and gave her a pained expression, hoping she would just turn and go back to the kitchen and not get closer to smell the cum in his fur. "Y-yeah Jez..." he stammered. "That and practice took a while. I'll join you and the kids for dinner shortly."

Jezebel quickly moved to assist her husband, ever since the new season started and he returned to assist Coach Collins, he seemed to come home in such intense pain. She was concerned that maybe he wasn't as young as he thought he still was, or that there was something more serious like an ulcer. He waved a paw at her to shoo her off, stopping her at the foot of the stairs.

"It's nothing, my love, I just need to use the toilet."

She wasn't quite convinced, but reluctantly she stepped back and nodded. "I love you, Matt."

"I love you too," he said automatically, knowing somewhere in his cum-filled gut he did still love her.

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Some old-time tunes played in the earbuds of Hank Hayes as the elderly brown donkey pulled his mop and bucket along with him down the hallway close to the stadium locker rooms. The area wasn't used very often so it would be skipped most days, only cleaning it about once a week. Now that the football season had started back up, he made a mental note that he'd need to be around more often.

As he hummed along to some Beach Boys, the mule picked up the caution sign from off the floor, stuck it onto the cart and opened the closet door where he could empty out the bucket and refill it. The scent of cleaning solution mixed with something that smelled truly dank reached his nose, and he snorted it out. Whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant. Maybe a jock's prank had gone wrong and he hid the evidence in there somewhere.

He stumbled around in the dark, making a mental note that he should replace the lightbulb next time he was there. Hank reached the drain in the room, letting go of the mop that was in the dirty soap water and turned to tilt the bucket up. At that moment, he stepped into something very slippery. He yelped out surprise, grabbing the wooden mop as his feet swooped up from underneath him and landed hard in whatever it was, hearing a wet splat as his pants instantly soaked up whatever spilled on the floor. His hands had moved to catch his fall, and lifting it up, he found they were incredibly sticky. He didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know what it was.

"D'arvit!" he swore out loud to himself as he sat in the pool of cum, his mind already thinking up of the words he would have to say to Coach Collins about his football players.