Trophies

Story by ragewolver on SoFurry

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An idea I'd toyed around with for almost a year. I finished it last night and, with encouragement from Tayu, I figure I don't have anything to lose by posting it. Let me know if you wanna see more.


This was risky and Andy knew it--he loved it. His heart was beating faster and faster in his chest as he eased the door to the locker room open. He waited for just a moment to hear if anyone else was still inside, but he couldn't hear anyone speaking inside. Only the sound of the showers.

Andy smiled as he tiptoed inside of the locker room. He always timed these little "excursions", as he called them, to ensure that the only one left in the locker room was the team captain, finally getting to shower after having put all of the practice equipment away. And sure enough, there was almost nobody left in the locker room--just John Collins, the buff jock of a Doberman that made Andy's heart race.

As carefully and quietly as he could, Andy made his way to his target--the team captain's locker. With skill that had come from months of practice, Andy picked the lock, wincing as the locker squeaked open. He hesitated, but the shower was still going.

Safe, he thought happily as he returned his attention to the locker. The captain was neat and almost obsessively so--he had folded his clothes and his locker was organized very nicely. But Andy didn't much care about the captain's almost OCD neatness. He just came here for one thing, a trophy. He reached into the locker and quickly found what he was looking for.

Oh, wearing blue today, Andy thought. You look great in blue.

He pulled out a pair of blue briefs, the white waistband reading "STACKD" in thick black letters. Andy took a quick look around him before lifting the garment to his nose and taking a whiff of the Doberman's lingering musk... He let out a heady moan of excitement before he managed to catch himself. He did another looked around himself before stuffing the garment, his new trophy, into his pants pocket.

Then, just as quickly, he reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew another pair of STACKD undies, hurriedly folding them in what he hoped was a good approximation of how the captain folded his clothes. He set them in the locker and hurriedly made his way out, smirking with pride.

Take a pair, leave a pair, he thought to himself proudly as he started to make his way out of the gym. He hurried out of the gym and was about to leave but he soon heard someone clear their throat behind him.

Andy stiffened, his heart starting to pound painfully in his chest. That couldn't be, could it? No, the captain was still in the locker room, probably just now finishing his meticulous shower. So then, who was--?

"Who're you, little puppy?" the voice questioned. "What're you still doing here? School got out almost two hours ago."

Andy turned nervously, afraid it was a teacher... but no. Not a teacher, but another student, one that Andy recognized. Yet another football player, a tall lion with a mane of golden fur. The lion looked curious, not angry, as he approached.

"I was just wandering around," Andy remarked. "Guess I might've gotten a bit lost."

"Lost?" the lion wondered. "I could've sworn I've seen you hanging around here before." The lion thought for a moment. "But why are you here so late? Nerd club just finish?"

"Actually, I was the chess club," Andy said defensively, holding his paw over his pocket where he stashed the captain's underwear. He took a step back. "Actually, I should get going... If I don't, I'll miss the late bus."

"Whatcha hiding there?" the lion wondered.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Andy scoffed, turning away. "I need to get--Hey!"

The lion had reached out and gripped Andy's wrist, pulling it away from his pocket. Andy had attempted to use his other hand, but the lion moved faster, snatching the waistband the was peeking out of his pocket. The briefs were whipped out of Andy's pocket and into the lion's paw, who looked at it curiously.

"You walk around with tighty-whities in your pocket?" the lion teased.

"Well, they're blue--"

"Hang on a minute," the lion said, looking back towards the gym. "Are these even yours?" With a sneaky grin, the lion leaned in closer. "Did you sneak these out of the locker room?"

"I--No... I--Can I go now?"

"With an answer like that, I'm positive they're not yours," the lion reasoned, smirking. He read the brand on the waistband. "Now that I think about it, I think Johnny wears this brand. You stealing from the captain?"

"Um... I... Please don't tell him!" Andy begged. "I just... I'm sorry!"

"Roll it back, pint-sized," the lion scoffed. "I won't say a word."

Andy was about to thank him but his mind told him to wait. "Just like that? No catch?"

"Just be here tomorrow, late. After the rest of the team goes home," the lion said, handing the briefs back. Andy hesitantly reached out for them, his entire arm shaking as the lion put an arm around his shoulder. "I'll even drive you home tomorrow night."

"What's going to happen tomorrow?"

"Trust me, you'll love it," the lion assured him. "Oh, and make sure you wear those. I bet that'll really get you going. Now beat it before Johnny gets out here. If he catches you with these..."

"Oh... uh... Thanks... uh..."

"Derek."

"Y-yeah, Derek, I'll be here tomorrow."

"Wait, before you go, what's your name?"

"Andrew--Andy."

"Cute," Derek noted and Andy jerked when he felt Derek's paw on his rear. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes... I'll be here but I gotta go," Andy said, jerking away. He hurried off, quickly stuffing the underwear back into his pocket, hoping that he wasn't walking awkwardly in his arousal.


"Hello?" Andy whispered as he stepped into the locker room the next day. "Derek?"

"In here," Derek called. "Come on in."

Andy stepped in nervously, his legs shaking as he did so. He followed the sound of Derek's snickering, around a corner and stopped. There, seated on one of the benches was Derek, shirtless and smiling. The lion's muscular was visible beneath his fur and Andy swallowed thickly at the admittedly alluring sight.

"So, you wearing them?" Derek asked.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Don't call me sir," Derek scoffed, "it's such a turn-off. Show me."

Andy lifted his shirt, just enough to expose the waistband but Derek shook his head.

"What?"

"Show me everything, puppy," Derek ordered. "Do a little strip show."

"What? Here? What if somebody walks in?" Andy whispered.

"Don't worry, everything's gonna be okay," Derek stated. "But if you don't wanna strip, I could always go tell John that you're stealing his tighty-whities."

"He doesn't wear white ones," Andy said, then he covered his mouth.

"How would you know that if you _weren't_stealing his undies, you little perv?" Derek challenged knowingly. "Unless you want me to tell him, you might wanna do me this little favor."

Andy swallowed and reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Almost at once, he felt paws run along his stomach and pull him closer. Hurriedly pulling his shirt off, he looked down to see Derek, paws roaming over his stomach and chest before reaching down lower. Derek's paw undid the button and pulled Andy's zipper down, but he didn't lower them as he pulled back.

"Turn around for me."

Hands over his chest, Andy turned, but when his back was to Derek, the lion's paws reached out one more time, yanking down his jeans. Andy let out a squeak of surprise, soon followed by a small yip of pain as Derek's paw slapped his rear.

"H-hey," Andy said. "W-what're you doing?"

"Teasing you bit. You look good in those... even if they are a bit big for you. Turn around again." Andy turned and Derek smiled cheekily. "Is this turning you on? Knowing you can get caught at any moment?"

"I... I don't..."

"Dude, don't worry about it," Derek said. "But seeing you like this, touching you... I think I'm getting horny too."

"I... I just..." Andy let out a heavy moan as he felt Derek lick at his neck, his body shivering with a tremor of lust. "What if somebody--?" His voice hitched as he felt Derek reach into the underwear and stroke at his sheath, steadily coaxing him out. "Ah..." he breathed.

"See?" Derek said, his warm breath teasing Andy's neck. "You want this. Maybe you want to get caught."

"I--Oh," Andy exhaled as Derek's paw closed around his cock, stroking it almost tauntingly slow.

"You gonna let me out too?" Derek asked, removing his paw. He guided Andy's to the bulge in his shorts.

Andy hesitated only briefly before lowering them, suddenly confronted with the sight of Derek's deep purple jockstrap. He looks good in purple, Andy thought distantly. As if his legs were on autopilot, he lowered to his knees and leaned in, inhaling Derek's intoxicating musk. He licked the pouch and Derek hissed in surprise. The lion quickly sat back down, leaning back with his legs spread.

Were he in his right mind, Andy would've thought carefully about getting out of this situation. The last thing he needed right now was to be caught on his knees in front of another student, about to commit carnal acts of lust.

But instead, he pulled at the waistband, tugging the jockstrap just low enough to let Derek's barbed cock out. Licking his lips in a not-so-subtle display, Andy leaned in to take one more whiff before licking the lion's member from base to head. He pulled back for a second to look up at Derek for any sign of discomfort but the jock's paw reached up to touch the back of his head, pushing him closer to his teased member.

"Don't stop now. I know you want another taste."

Andy dove back in, this time taking the head into his mouth and inching his way down slowly. When he felt the head of Derek's cock at the back of his mouth, he moaned around the member, sending waves of pleasure through Derek, who echoed the sound, unrestrained and echoing in the empty locker room.

Still sucking down Derek's meaty length, Andy reached downward to his own, neglected cock, lowering his underwear just enough to free it from its confines and stroking it, eyes glazed over with lust as he did so. Above him, he could hear Derek's voice encouraging him, telling him keep it going.

"Just about there, little pup," Derek managed to say through a heavy breath. His paw reached out and pushed Andy down further and finally, Andy felt his seed shoot into his mouth, swallowing instinctively. Then Derek quickly pulled out, pumping the rest of his load onto Andy's muzzle.

When Derek had finished, he smiled down at Andy, the usually brown fur matted with while, pearlescent seed.

"You look good like that," Derek said. He looked down a bit further. "I guess you liked it too."

Andy blushed beneath his cum-splattered face. His own paw was specked with his own cum, which had dribbled onto the floor.

"I bet he enjoyed the show too."

Andy's afterglow seemed to vanished almost at once when he noticed that Derek was pointing to someone. He followed the finger and saw John Collins, the football team captain, standing there with his paw clenched around his knot, his cum in a Rorschach pattern on the floor in front of him.

"This isn't what it looks like," Andy said reflexively, moving to stand, but Derek's heavy paw on his shoulder kept him from moving.

"Dude, calm down. If he didn't like what he saw, you think he'd have gotten off on it?" Derek said. "Hey, Johnny, take a look." Derek reached down and snapped the waistband of Andy's underwear. "I think you found your little thief."

"H-Hey! You promised you wouldn't tell," Andy said, pulling away. This time, Derek didn't stop him and Andy quickly readjusted the underwear to cover his cock. "Look, John, I promise I'll return these and never bother you again. Just please don't tell anyone I--HEY!"

Derek had stood up, having taken off his jockstrap to use it to clean off Andy's muzzle. "You worry too much."

"I just... Stop!" Andy said, pushing Derek's paw away, but Derek hurriedly stuffed the now-messy jockstrap into Andy's mouth, silencing him.

"I told you he talked too much," Derek said to John. "You want a shot at him."

"Well, I--He is kinda cute," John admitted, face blushing.

"See, he likes you," Derek whispered in Andy's ear. "Quit fidgeting."

Nervously, John stepped forward. Andy wanted to move backward, but Derek kept him in place, holding an arm around his shoulder. When John was close enough, he reached up and Andy could smell John's freshly washed fur, the scent filling his nostrils as John reached up to pull the jockstrap from his mouth.

"So, were you the one taking my underwear?"

"I'm sorry," Andy insisted. "I just--"

"How many of mine do you still have?"

Andy looked downward. "Three pairs, I think. I'll return them."

"You can keep them if you make a deal with me," John said. "You let me have some fun with you next time."

"Next time? There's gonna be a next time?" Andy asked, ears perked up at the insinuation.

"Tell you what, meet me here same time, next week, and we'll go somewhere a little more private to have our... playtime," John said into Andy's ear. Andy shivered as the words seemed to work their way through his ear, past his brain and into his cock.

"Careful, Johnny. You might've just broken his mind. So what do you say, Andy?" Derek said, patting Andy's ass once again. He squeezed tauntingly. "You wanna play with the big boys?"

Andy smiled as his mind raced through the words. "I'll be here."

"Glad to hear it," John said with a smile. He handed the jockstrap to Andy. "Hold onto that and these"--he pulled on Andy's waistband--"to tide you over until next week, okay?"

"Next week, we'll give you more clothes to play with," Derek said.

Andy couldn't stop his smile. They were going to _give_him more trophies?

I'll take as much as you wanna give, he thought excitedly.