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"This is fucking ridiculous!" The bull yelled as he kicked open the door to the locker room. The rest of the team followed the bull into the room, most of them with their heads down, all of them sweating profusely. No one dared to say a word. How could they? The bull was massive. He was over six feet tall and built like a brick house. They all just took off their jerseys and opened their locker. A loud bang startled everyone, the bull making a dent in his own locker with his fist. "I'm tired of playing with you fucking losers!"

"Calm down, Mason." A low, booming voice said. In the doorway stood a tall, chestnut stallion with a long, brown mane. He was taller than the bull, but not as bulky. He was still very much in shape, each of his muscles looking perfectly chiselled from stone. "It was a close game."

"Oh, fuck off with your shit, Allen. We could have easily won that game if the team wasn't made of such fuck ups." He turned to a lithe, white bunny. "How the fuck did you miss that shot? You were wide open!"

"Leave Carson alone." Allen told the bull. "He didn't make the shot. Yelling at him isn't going to fix that. Only thing we can do is prepare for the next game."

"That's all we ever fucking do. 'We'll get 'em next time. It's alright that we're a bunch of fuckin'' losers, because next time, we'll win for sure'." The bull mocked, putting his hands on his hips, imitating the speeches that Allen gave every time they lost. "We've lost six games in a row. You guys are fucking awful." He huffed.

"You're a part of this team too." The stallion said as he moved to his own locker.

"I wish I wasn't." The bull replied as he took his jersey off and whipped it into his locker. "Might as well not be. Ain't no scout gonna come and check out a shitty team like us."

"Then quit." Allen said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" The bull said, turning to the horse.

"There are kids who want to be on this team really badly. If you don't want to be here, leave so we can find someone who wants to be."

"Stop being so fucking political. Just come out and say it. You don't want me on the team."

"I don't." Allen said, still facing his locker.

"You never did like me." Mason said. "I bet we'd win if we had a better fuckin' captain. One that actually cared to win." Allen didn't react to the insult. He just grabbed a rag from his locker to wipe down the sweat on his forehead. "That's the reason we can't win. We're being led by a fucking loser." The stallion just the insult roll off of him. This was far from the first time Mason threw a tantrum like this. He was all talk and no show. Just let him spout his hot air and then he'd stop.

"That's why Melissa left you. She didn't want to be with a fucking pathetic piece of shit." Allen stopped what he was doing. His hands dug into the rag. He couldn't let the bull get the best of him. "I don't know how you let a smoking hot slut like her go. Big tits, fat ass, tight pussy. But you lost her just like you lose every fucking time you step onto that court."

Allen was doing his best not to react, but it didn't stop the rest of the team from gasping. The ten other boys on the team were split. Some of them looked at Mason in both disgust and awe, while the others looked at Allen, waiting to see how he'd react.

"Dude. Come on. That's taking things too far." Carson said.

"Nah. Fuck that shit. Pony boy here needs a fucking wake-up call. 'Bout time someone told him what a fucking loser he is." Mason told them. "I guarantee you if I was captain, we'd be on our way to State final, instead of not even being close to qualifying." Allen took a deep breath and tossed his rag back into his locker, still not showing his front to the bull. "Melissa made the right decision. Bitch was happy when I fucked her last night."

Allen slammed his locker shut.

"Mason." The bunny put a hand on the bull's chest.

"Get your fucking hand off of me." He said, slapping Carson's hand away. "Yeah. You heard me. I fucked your girl. Had her begging me to breed her last night in my car." Allen clenched his hands so tightly that his fingers were digging into his palms. He knew the bull had to be lying, but any mention of his ex set him off. They had a very public and very messy break up. Everyone knew about it, and he knew that she was vindictive enough to sleep with Mason just to get back at him.

"You think I'm playin', huh?" Mason said as he smirked. He approached Allen slowly with a shit-eating grin on his face. "You better believe I was sucking on those titties all night last night." The bull told him. "She wanted me to pull out and cum all over that sexy rose tramp stamp she has..." He said as he stopped right behind the horse. "...but I came inside that tight pussy time after time after time. Gave her everything you couldn't."

Allen reached back and grabbed the bull by his horns. He slammed him into the locker beside him. Mason tried to throw a punch at the stallion, but he caught it and pinned the bull's arms above his head. Mason struggled in the horse's grasp, but he couldn't break free. "Get the fuck off me, man!" Mason yelled. The rest of the team looked on in shock. A few of them stepped forward to try and break it off, but Carson held his arms out, keeping them back.

The bull wiggled and writhed, but to no avail. All he could do was look up at the horse that towered over him. Those brown eyes of the stallion's that never showed any malice were filled with an anger he had never seen on anyone before, and they were directed solely at him.

"I'm tired of your fucking shit talk." Allen whispered in a low, menacing tone. "I think it's time I show you why I'm captain." Allen kneed Mason hard in his stomach, knocking the air out of him. His legs buckled, but Allen still had his wrists pinned to the locker, so he couldn't drop. All he could do was gasp for air.

"Carson." Allen said as he panted, the anger coursing through his body.

"Guys. We should get out of here. You're not gonna want to see this." The rabbit told the rest of the team. They did as they were told, packing their clothes in their bag. They started exiting as quickly as they could.

Mason watched as his teammates filed out of the locker room. "What the fuck! Someone do something!" The bull yelled, but not a single person even looked back at them. He twisted and turned in Allen's iron grip, but still couldn't get free. He lifted his knees up, trying to kick at the stallion, but the equine was too close to him for the bull to get his legs high enough for a good knee or kick.

Carson was the last one to leave. Mason was expected for a look of disappointment or disgust to be on his face given how the bull was acting before this all went down, but instead, there was a look of pity. "Carson, wait!" Mason shouted out, but the rabbit left the locker room, leaving the bull alone with the stallion. He turned his head back to Allen, and he could feel himself turning pale. Horses weren't predators, but the savage glare coming from the stallion was far more intimidating and fear inducing than any look any natural predator had ever given him.

"Look. Allen, I'm--" The bull didn't even get to apologize before he felt another knee drive into his sternum, knocking out whatever air he had managed to get into his lungs after the last hit. Before he could even gasp, another knee struck him, and another, and another. The bull felt his body go limp. He never imagined Allen was capable of such power and aggression. He never thought the stallion would ever snap on him like this. Maybe he had crossed the line with Melissa. Maybe he deserved to get the shit beat out of him.

Mason's body slumped to the floor as Allen let go of his wrists. The only thing keeping Mason up were the lockers behind him. His head fell forward, and his entire body was about to follow when he felt a strong hand on the top of his head. It slammed Mason's head against the lockers and held it there. Mason looked up at Allen, his eyes showing nothing but fear and regret. Allen was going to beat him bloody. He knew it.

"Allen. I'm sorry, man. I crossed--mmff!!!" His apology was cut off when Allen pressed his bulge right up against the bull's face. He tried to turn his head away, but Allen's hand kept his head in place.

"You're gonna learn today why you're fuckin' beneath me." Allen grunted at him. He pressed his crotch harder into Mason's face. The bull grabbed Allen's thighs to try and push him away, but he was too weak. The horse's sweaty musk penetrated his nostrils, making him gag as he felt the stallion's cock hardening in his shorts against his face.

The equine dropped his shorts, revealing his massive cock. That bitch Melissa had lied to him. She had said that Allen was the smallest cock she had ever seen. It was half the reason Mason felt bold enough to cross that line with him today. It couldn't be further from the truth. The horse's cock wasn't even semi-erect and it was already over a foot long. It was as thick as the horse's wrist and his big nuts looked to be the size of tennis balls.

Allen slapped Mason with his hardening cock, a heavy thud echoing through the locker room. "You think you got what it takes to be captain?" He asked as he slapped the bull across his face again with his large cock. "Think again, bitch." Once more, Mason felt that thick, horse cock smack across his cheek. It actually stung the bull. "You're going to take every fucking inch of his big, horse dick."

"Are you cr--!!" Allen pushed Mason's face into the base of his cock and his sack. He humped the bull's face, his cock stiffening against the bull's visage as Mason inhaled his musky nuts.

"There you go. That's what a fuckin' captain smells like." He told him as he began grinding the bull's nose against his nuts.

Mason could do nothing more than take deep whiffs of Allen's balls. He didn't dare try to breathe through his mouth. His tongue would probably touch those large orbs, and this was humiliating enough. He just sat there and let the horse grind and hump into him. The more of his musk that he inhaled, the hazier his mind got. The musk was just so thick and pungent. It was like he was inhaling distilled testosterone. He felt his body going numb from the scent.

Thankfully, he got some respite when the stallion pulled away. The horse was fully erect now, and even though he was looking up at Allen, to say the cock was thick and towering wouldn't be false. It had to be at least a foot and a half. It was level with the top of the horse's abs, and it wasn't even standing up straight. It glistened with thick, heavy, musky pre-cum.

"Open up." Allen commanded.

"That's not gonna--" Once again, before Mason could finish talking, he felt Allen slam his head against the lockers again. He parted his lips to let out a cry of pain, and that's when Allen stuffed the thick, flared tip of his cock into his mouth.

The horse wasn't gentle with him. He immediately began thrusting into his face, shoving more and more of his massive dick into the bull's mouth. Mason gagged and coughed, but Allen didn't relent. The bull gripped the horse's thighs, trying to push him away, needing to breathe, but the horse just rammed his giant cock against the bull's throat. Mason's eyes welled up with tears. The pain of having that thick, horse cock slammed against his throat was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

"Better start learning to breathe through your nose, unless you want to choke on my cock." Allen warned. He continued pushing inch after inch into his mouth. His throat tried to keep his dick from advancing, but the more he battered it with his flared head, the less and less it resisted. Mason was forced to breathe out of his nose when Allen's cock slipped down his throat. The bull's throat bulged larger and larger the deeper Allen pushed his cock into him until the bull's nose was pressed against the horse's crotch.

"Told you you were gonna take every inch." The horse said. He gripped both of the bull's horns with his hands as he pummelled the bull's face with his hips. Mason lost all hope. All he could feel was Allen's cock thrusting into his throat. His full, heavy nuts slapping his chin. His own head hitting the locker with every thrust of Allen's hips.. All he could hear were the primal grunts leaving Allen's lips. The schlicking and popping of Allen's cock sliding in and out of his mouth. His own, pathetic whimpering as he waited for this to end. All he could smell was Allen's thick musk from his huge sack. From his sweaty body. From his invading cock. All he could taste was Allen's thick, salty pre-cum on his lips, his tongue and in his throat. All he could see was a blurry, brown blob as Allen humped his face while the tears ran down his face.

The stallion had incredible stamina. He battered his face for minutes. Each time the bull inhaled through his nose, he took in more of that manly musk. He could do nothing but sit there and take it, and the more musk he took in, the hazier and warmer his own body became.

"Mmm...fuck...you were meant to deep throat my cock, weren't you bitch?" Allen asked. Mason didn't answer. The horse wasn't happy with that. He bashed Mason's head against the locker roughly. "Weren't you bitch?!" Mason let out a pathetic, muffled murmur.

"That's right." Allen groaned as he ploughed Mason's throat. "You thought you had what it took to be captain. Fuckin' pathetic." The bull had no choice but to agree. How could he lead a team when he couldn't even stop the horse from defiling him like this?

"Better learn your fuckin' place." Allen grunted. "You're nothing but a bitch. A filthy, cock sucking, pathetic bitch of a bull." Mason just nodded as the horse used him. "Good. Now let me show you what a real man can do." The horse picked up the already frantic pace, pummelling the bull's face and throat as hard as he could, denting the locker behind Mason with the bull's head with every thrust.

"Fuck! Drink it all up, slut!" The horse let out a loud whinny as he buried every inch of his mighty cock in the bull's throat. He erupted inside of Mason, his cock shooting thick, heavy, warm loads of cum straight down his esophagus. There was so much. Mason couldn't help but gag and cough it up, the pressure forcing Allen's cock out of the bull's mouth for the first time in minutes. Mason closed his eyes as the horse came all over his face and chest, covering him in layers of pungent horse jizz.

The horse's seed was so heavy with the horse's musk, and there was just so much of it. It overwhelmed the bull's senses. He could taste it in his throat, smell it in his nose, see more of it being shot onto his pecs, feel it dripping down his lips and throat and hear himself moan as the horse continued to cum on him. There was something so intoxicating about the horse's musk, and being covered in a liquid form of it was penetrating his mind. The bull was ashamed, but he was hard from swallowing the horse's cum.

Allen smirked when he looked down and saw the tent in Mason's pants. "Look at you, you fucking slut." He placed one of his hooves on the bull's crotch, stepping on the bull's erection lightly. It made the bull wince against the locker. "You like my jizz, don't you? You fucking slut." Mason couldn't look Allen in the eye. The shame was overwhelming. How could he enjoy being covered in another man's cum?

The bull huffed as he was slapped against with the horse's hard cock. He looked up at Allen and saw that big piece of horse meat hovering over him again. How was he already fully hard again? Allen slapped him again with his cock, and this time, Mason let out a slight moan. Allen smirked at the response. "Found myself a real whore, haven't I?" He asked as he smacked Mason with his heavy dick again.

"Mmff!" Mason moaned. The bull looked up at the horse. Mason had lost any sort of aggression or confidence he had when he stepped into the locker room. How he ever thought he could step to Allen was a mystery to him at this point. There was no denying that Allen was better than him. He was more of a man than he could ever be. From his body, to the way he fought, to the mighty cock and balls between his legs, to his relentless fucking and the incredible stamina he had. He realized now that he never stood a chance against the stallion.

"Get up." Allen commanded. Knowing his place, the bull did as he was told, standing up against the lockers. His face and body still had Allen's cum oozing down it. "Lose the shorts." Mason nodded, slipping down his shorts and jock, revealing his erection. The bull wasn't small in any respect. He was a good nine inches, and his nuts were almost as big as Allen's. "You thought this made you a man?" Allen asked as he squeezed Mason's erection.

"Ahh! Yes!" The bull whined as he winced from the pain. The horse let go of his cock. It throbbed wildly from the rough play, spilling pre-cum frantically down its shaft.

"Turn around." Allen ordered. Mason knew what was coming next. There was no point fighting it. Allen was a man. The bull was just...nothing compared to the stallion. If he denied him, the horse would just take it anyways. So, Mason did as he was told. He turned around and braced himself against the locker. He bent over slightly, showing his muscular butt to the stallion. He hiked his tail up, revealing his virgin hole to the horse.

Allen didn't wait. He mounted the bull, pressing his big, broad body up against the bull's back and slid his giant cock up and down that tight ass. "Mmmfff..." The bull tried his best not to moan, but he couldn't help it. Feeling that massive dick slide against his hole made it twitch anxiously. He had battered his throat so thoroughly. The thought of Allen doing what he did to his throat to his ass made him both nervous and excited. To take such an Alpha male inside of him would be an honour.

"You want my cock inside you, don't you faggot?" The horse asked as he spanked the bull's ass.

"Yes!" Mason cried out in a low, gravelly tone.

"What makes you think you deserve it?" Allen asked as he spanked him again, a red hand print showing up on the bull's ass.

"I don't!" He shouted. Allen smirked at his response.

"Good. You know your place, you piece of filth." The stallion said as he shoved the head of his cock into the bull's ass.

"Fuck!" Mason groaned. The pain was more immense than anything the horse did to his throat. His cock was just so fucking huge! He felt his ass trying to stop Allen from pushing any further into him, but the horse wasn't having any of it. He forced more and more of his giant cock into Mason's ass, making the bull's head slide down the locker a bit, his body already going numb.

"Stop..." Mason pleaded weakly. He knew the horse wasn't going to stop, and being truthful to himself, he didn't want him to.

"Shut the fuck up." Allen replied as he bucked hard into the bull, shoving a few more inches into his ass, getting about half of his massive horse dick inside of him. Mason didn't even get a chance to get used to it as the horse began pounding him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mason groaned as Allen slammed his ass. His fingers clawed at the lockers, trying to find some way to deal with the intense pain of getting his ass torn apart by Allen's giant cock.

"Shit. You're fuckin' tighter than any pussy I've ever been in." Allen commented as one hand left the bull's hips to grab his horns. He yanked on it, pulling the bull into every one of his thrusts. More of his horsehood forced its way into the bull's ass until he felt another wall of resistance. "You want all of my cock, slut?" He asked.

"Yes!" Mason cried out.

"Well, only mares get my full cock in them." Allen told him. "You a bull? Or a mare?"

"I'm a mare!" Mason replied instantly.

"Who's mare?"

"Your mare!" Mason declared. He screamed bloody murder when he felt Allen push deeper into his body, his massive horse cock forcing it way into the bull's stomach. Mason reached down to his abs, feeling his stomach distend as Allen pushed more and more of his dick into him. "Fuck!" Mason groaned, doing his best to take the horse's dick. Eventually, the stallion did bottom out inside of him. The bull got a brief moment to catch his breath as Allen resumed his swift battering of the bull's ass.

"Holy fuck!" Mason groaned. He couldn't stop himself from moaning and grunting as the horse used his ass. The sound of Allen's heavy nuts only added to the cacophony of pleasurable cries leaving both of their lips. Allen continued yanking on Mason's horns and spanking his muscular ass, making the bull moo slightly with every smack of his rear.

The bull was drooling, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as his ass was abused. He rested his head on his arm, struggling to keep himself up. He suddenly felt the horse's chest pressing harder into him and the horse's head on his shoulder. Then, he felt a long, broad tongue in his mouth. Kissing had always been an intimate act to Mason. He didn't do it very often with his partners because it usually implied some sort of emotional interest. Mason now knew that his way of thinking was wrong.

There was nothing romantic, emotional or even remotely sensual about this kiss. It was just the horse's tongue roaming around the inside of his mouth. The kiss wasn't meant to show some sort of kindness or care for the bull. It was meant to show dominance. The horse's tongue rolling in the bull's mouth sent a very clear message to Mason. His mouth belonged to the horse, and he could do whatever he wanted to it, including stick his tongue down it. Mason groaned into the kiss, doing his best to wrap his tongue around Allen's, appeasing every bit of the man inside of him.

When the horse pulled away from the kiss, he bit down on the bull's thick trap, making the bull moo again. He had accepted his place as the horse's mare, and he honestly loved it. Having that big horse cock inside of him hurt like hell for the first while, but the pain subsided the longer Allen fucked him. Just like before, the horse's stamina was beyond impressive. He pounded the bull's ass for minutes, tugging on his hips and his horns, even yanking on his tail every once in a while. The bull would be in more awe if he wasn't on the receiving end of that magnificent, mighty, horse cock. The rough, brutal fucking barely left him with any thoughts beyond: "More!" and "Fuck!".

Finally, the bull felt the horse lean into his ear again. "You ready for my cum, faggot?" The horse panted.

"Yes, sir!" The bull cried out.

"I said are you fucking ready?!" The horse grunted in his ear, smacking the bull's ass again.

"Fuck yes, sir!" The bull answered.

With a loud whinny and one last buck of his hips, the horse buried his cock inside of the bull and came inside of him. The feeling of that warm, thick, amazing jizz filling his stomach sent Mason over the edge, making him cum hard all over the lockers. "Allen!" The bull cried out as his body went limp. He placed a hand on his stomach, feeling the bulge get bigger and bigger with all the cum that Allen was unloading into him. It sent him into a blissful haze, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt every warm spurt of cum shoot inside of him.

After a couple of moments, the bull whimpered when Allen pulled out of him. "Stay standing." Allen commanded as he stepped away from Mason, no longer supporting him. The bull's legs were shaky, but his fingers clung to the lockers to obey the horse. "Turn your head towards me." Allen ordered. The bull turned his head back to see Allen pointing his phone at the bull. "Tell the camera how much you love being my mare."

"I love it. I came so hard when you bred me." The bull confessed. "It's the hardest I've ever cum."

"Spread your cheeks for me." Allen commanded. Mason did as he was told. He reached back with both hands and spread his ass apart. His hole was pulsing as a trail of thick cum oozed out of it and down his legs. "Slip a finger inside. See how loose it is now." Mason nodded as he pushed a finger inside of his ass. He let out a slight moan as he covered his digit in the horse's jizz.

"Now come over here and clean Daddy's cock off with that faggot mouth of yours." Mason slowly walked over to Allen, his legs practically dead from the rough pounding. He dropped to his knees hard, unable to control his limbs. He reached out, grabbed Allen's flaccid, dripping cock and brought it to his lips. Without waiting, he slipped it into his mouth, moaning from how good his cock and cum tasted.

"Good girl. You like Daddy's cock, don't you?" The horse asked, still pointing his camera at Mason.

"It's so good, Daddy." Mason replied, almost like he was in a trance. He didn't even mind being called a girl. He wanted to be the horse's mare, and quite frankly, he could never be as much of a man as Allen. There was no point. Next to him, he wasn't a man. He was a girl, and he didn't care if it meant getting that big, horse cock again.

Allen tapped on his phone and placed it on the bench behind him. "Mmm...there you go." He grabbed the back of Mason's head, forcing more of his flaccid dick into the bull's mouth. "Here's the deal. You behave like a good girl, and you get Daddy's dick. That means showing up to practices, not throwing tantrums and being a good sport. Understand?" Mason didn't reply. He was too busy sucking on Allen's cock. So, the horse pulled him off of his dick for a moment.

"Yes." Mason replied as he leaned back in, only for Allen to push him away.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy." Mason answered.

"Good girl." He released his grip and let Mason return to sucking his cock, knowing that the bitch knew where he stood now.