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Chapter Eighteen - Benched

by Linkin Monroe and Stinkdog

There were seconds left on the clock until halftime as the two teams got into position at the line of scrimmage. The score was 14-7 for the home team, Duke University's Devildogs, against the Anston State Serpents. The black and orange vs white and action green. Tensions were high from the adrenaline pumping through the players' veins on the beautiful sunny day. Since it was a home game, most of the crowd were chanting for the Devildogs defense and the marching band played their hearts out in the stands.

The game was only nearly halfway over, but despite their one touchdown lead, two of the Devildogs' receivers were already out for the rest of the game. Rolando Steffensen and Rory Dietrich were some of the highest-ranked offensive players in the conference this season. Anyone who was in the know had them on their Fantasy College Football roster and the Serpents were doing their damndest to destroy them as hard as they could. Steffensen was slammed into the turf by a massive bear midway into the second quarter. The poor wolf was still seeing stars in the recovery room. Dietrich had taken a nasty tackle when he scored a touchdown and was forced to spend most of the second quarter stretching his ankle.

The Safety, Marcos Hogarth, tried not to be too distracted by the noise of the roaring crowd of fans chanting "Defense!" and the muscular asses bent over in front of him. But practice during the last few weeks had been too demanding for the hyena. By the time he got home after practice, he was often too tired to even think about getting off. Not to mention Coach Collins seemed to be ignoring him as of late, granted, the older dog was only one man managing a team of at least 23 other horny men so Hogarth couldn't really blame him. The hyena adjusted his cup around his pent up, thickening dick as his position on the turf forced him to stare at the Middle Linebacker, Chet Stone's, wide rhinoceros ass. Next to him, Miles Schroder's short tail lifted up in anticipation, the reindeer ready to slam into the guard opposite of him. He could barely make out the straps of their jockstraps through the tight spandex pants and the hyena's nostrils flared. Fuck they looked so hot, he drooled at the thought of stuffing his muzzle between both of his teammate's firm ass cheeks and eating their tailholes out before slipping their hard dicks inside him right on the field in front of everyone. A few yards away to his left, Nathan Poleski, the other Safety was ready to defend the end zone. The normally wagging, curled tail was still; a sign of the red husky's hyper-focused attention and Hogarth could almost smell the testosterone floating in the tense air around his masculine teammates.

The Serpents were one and goal, and the entire guard of white and green uniforms was bunched up together in a goal-line formation in front of the Devildogs endzone, ready to block to allow their running back to break through the defense or sneak a pass. As Safeties, Nathan and Marcos's job was to stop either of those things from happening.

The Serpents' Quarterback, an athletically trim, yet muscular greyhound with the last name, Vanpelt, on his grass-stained jersey, shouted pre-planned phrases before the snap count. His brown eyes darted as he observed the defensive line. He debated changing the play from a rush to a pass. He had to make a split-second decision. He barked, "Left, T-Bone, Hut, forty-two, nineteen, Naked, Edge, Jinx! Pump!"

Time slowed down when the sound of hunky football jocks slamming into each other reached Hogarth's ears. The Serpent's Center snapped the ball into Vanpelt's paws right before Chet's rhino bulk charged forward and demanded his full attention. As soon as the football was in Vanpelt's paws, he planned to turn and handoff to the Running Back, but when he looked up from the snap, a spotted hyena in a Devildogs uniform vaulted over the line directly at him with terrifying speed, filling his vision with black, brown, and orange. Vanpelt's eyes bugged out of his head as the muscular jock's rough embrace knocked the wind from his lungs before he could hand off the ball. His legs buckled under the hyena's sudden weight bearing down on top of him and the two jocks crashed to the turf.

Vanpelt grunted as he was crushed under Marcos, empty lungs burning. His gloved hands tried desperately to hold onto the ball, but from the pressure of both of their muscular bodies, it popped right out from under them. The greyhound coughed and let out a whimpering gasp for air, watching helplessly as the fumbled ball was snatched up by a massive Tyrannosaurus Rex clad in the Devildogs' black and orange. The crowd went wild as Trenton Eisenhower retrieved the interception and was promptly tackled by two of the Serpents' players, but he kept the ball tight against his beefy pecs.

The whistles were blown, and the second quarter was declared over. Vanpelt slammed his fist into the green in frustration, he had made the wrong call, giving the Devildogs an advantage over them going into the third. He was certain he was going to get a stern talking to during the coach's halftime locker room speech.

Meanwhile, the Devildogs players were hollering and cheering as they gathered around Marcos and patted his shoulders or gave him congratulatory back and ass slaps. His tail wagged behind him as they made their way off the field and into the tunnel towards the locker room. Sure, they still had a hard game to play, but he was the one who stopped the Serpents in their tracks!

Coach Collins and Coach Bjorn were standing there waiting for the entire team to gather in, the excited voices of the jocks echoed and made it nearly impossible to hear. The Rottweiler beamed at the hyena, proud of his boys and their performance on the field.

"Calm down, calm down!" the Rottweiler barked. "That was a great fucking first-half! I'm going to keep it short because I like what I see. If we keep on top of the Serpents in this position--"

There was some snickering.

"Settle down! Now, let's keep up this momentum and remember what makes our team the best team. Keep doing what you're doing and we'll be hard to beat. Back-to-back, just like we've always done! Offense, keep it up as we go into the second half. We'll run those boys on the Serpents up and down the entire field. Defense, while plays like Hogarth's may be a bit flashy, stay clean and don't get messy. Keep the line firm and tight! Team captain?"

More snickering. Coach Collins rolled his eyes, his boys truly were insatiable. Leon Richards, the quarterback, stepped up to the Rottweiler into the ring of jocks that circled them and lifted his arm into the air. "WIN ON 3!"

Every player and coach in the locker room moved in and put their fists against the lion's own and he counted with them.

"1-2-3. WIN!" sang the chorus of studly jocks before they clapped and hooted and hollered once more.

As the Devildogs players dispersed for the halftime break, Marcos tried to squeeze his way past his teammates for the bathroom. He really had to piss! But it seemed everyone else on the team had the same idea and all of the toilets were full. The hyena whined under his breath. He couldn't wait! Luckily there was another bathroom down the corridor around a corner and midway down another corridor between the home and guest locker rooms. It was a bathroom that had a reputation on campus, but the hyena didn't really have a choice. Marcos sauntered out of the Devildogs locker room and down the hall, trying to walk as fast as possible without looking weird.

Entering the empty men's restroom near the stadium's boiler room, he wasn't too surprised to find that it was fairly clean. The janitor of the sports facilities, Mr. Hayes, prided himself in being a bit of a neat freak, and with it being a weekend with no other extracurricular activities going on, he didn't have much to worry about. Marcos clicked his tongue, recollecting his brief hook up with the hung donkey. Man, what he would do for some dick right now!

The urinals were roped off with the janitor's yellow tape that had "Out of Order" in black plastered all over it. Marcos smirked. Despite Mr. Hayes's hard work, the hyena had never seen these urinals operating in the past two years since he joined the Devildogs. Without much more thinking, he stepped into one of the stalls, unfastened the lace on his form-fitting pants, and pulled his cock out of his jockstrap to relieve himself. The hyena let out a moan of relief, bouncing on the balls of his feet. A good while later, his stream trickled and he shook his dick just as the door to the bathroom opened. Someone walked in, grumbling incoherent words to himself, and the hyena's rounded ears perked up. He thought he caught a "fuckin' showoff QBs..." in there before the grumbling stopped.

Marcos turned his head and looked over his shoulder as the person stopped right in front of the closed stall door, a pair of tawny-furred paws poked out between the open toe shoes. From the looks of it, the claws were retracted. Marcos guessed it was some sort of feline... lion perhaps? The mysterious person stepped into the next stall over and unzipped their pants.

For a moment, Marcos thought it was Richards. But he had already been using the Devildogs bathroom. And in any case, he was certain the lion would have been too busy slobbin' on Randy Johnson's dick to even want to follow Marcos.

The stranger coughed and two knocks rapped on the side of the stall. "You gonna open up shop, son? Or am I gonna have to break down the partition to get some?" His voice was deep and sounded much older than a student; definitely not Richards.

Marcos blinked, still holding his dripping sheath. It dawned on him that he was in the third stall and the other person was in stall four. Well, he was really craving some dick, and if this guy was offering, he was absolutely game! The hyena pushed the jumbo toilet paper dispenser aside, revealing the hidden glory hole.

"Atta boy," the stranger breathed as his penis pushed through. "Better hurry up, I've got less than 15 minutes to get back out for the game. Let's see if you 'Dirtydogs' still know your stuff... been coachin' the past five years and every time, it's a different slut."

Marcos barely registered what the person on the other side was saying as he gawked at the barbed cock that slid through the hole. He'd never seen a dick quite like it. He'd seen a lion cock before, barbs and all, but this one had ridges down the sides that pulsed with the other male's arousal. Hogarth's breath caught in his throat as he stared, awestruck at the bitch-breaker in front of him. He estimated it was only half erect, and judging by its girth, it might fill the entire hole in the partition. He swallowed and got down on his knees and wrapped a tentative paw around the shaft. His index and thumb couldn't even touch each other as a fat vein along the top swelled in his grip. He could have sworn he watched precum go up the bulging underside and leak from the slit at the tip. He licked his thirsty lips and brought his tongue up to the feline's cockhead and tasted it.

"C'mon, boy, quit teasing and get sucking. I ain't got all damn day." The stranger sternly ordered, pressing his hips flush against the stall as he let out a needy grunt. He flexed his cock again, rewarding Marcos with another tasty sample.

Not wanting to disappoint or be late when the team ran back out for the second half of the game, Marcos put his lips around the cock and began to bob eagerly. The stranger groaned and the sound of claws scratching against the partition tickled the hyena's ears as the owner of the girthy dick couldn't help but thrust against his warm muzzle.

Marcos murred as he swirled his tongue around the fat length, teasing the barbs that reacted to his administrations. The member thickened, stretching his jaw wide open. He was no stranger to oral, but the sheer girth of this monster was proving difficult for even him to manage. He had trouble fitting it into his mouth, let alone his throat, no matter how wide he spread his lips. He drooled all over that throbbing flesh as he imagined how it would feel completely ravaging his ass. He reached down and rubbed his rock hard cock through his tight pants and jockstrap. He could feel precum leak around the cup he was still wearing, though it was painfully constraining his aching member.

"Gods you have a mouth on you. The 'Dirtydogs' don't disappoint, eh?" the stranger groaned, hips twitching and bucking as he slammed them against the stall. He stuffed his cock into Marcos's eager muzzle as best he could through the hole, chuckling dryly to himself as he heard the hyena gag around it when the tip forced its way into the jock's throat.

Marcos wanted to savor the thickest dick he'd ever had in his life. He wanted to suck until the stranger's fat balls were dry and then suck some more. His tongue played with the barbs on the male's glans, getting a heavy throb and a massive spurt of precum. Whoever this was, they must have been just as pent up as the hyena and Marcos blushed as he realized that they probably were saving their load for this particular day. Well, as the man said before, the hyena didn't want to disappoint. He was trained to be a good boy by Coach Collins and swore he would please this total stud.

He purred around the cock in his throat before he pulled back and then pushed forward hard, determined to take it all in his thirsty maw. His nose pressed against the stall wall as he clenched his thumbs in his fists and willed his throat to relax around the fat cock that wedged its way into his gullet. His eyes began to water from the lack of oxygen as the cock stretched his throat, and yet he still wished that the barrier between him and this well-hung stranger was gone so they could forcefully hold his head on their musky pubes and choke him on their dick. The thought made his own cock twitch inside the cup, ready to bust his nut at any moment.

The stranger must have also been on the same wave-length as his cock lurched in Marcos's muzzle and he tried to stifle the moan. "Oh fuck yeah, son!" the stranger said softly as the flood gates seemed to burst open. Precum gushed into Marcos's throat and began to fill his muzzle. The hyena gulped loudly and quickly to keep the clear fluids down around the very tight space in his throat. The flavor was less salty than Coach Collins, more tangy. The stranger swore again under his breath, pulled his swollen dick back slightly so he could squeeze the base and jerked it.

Marcos whimpered as all that he could do was open his muzzle and let that barbed shaft rest on his tongue, begging for the nut he worked so hard for. His eyes went cross-eyed as he stared at the hole, barely able to see the tawny fur around the base of the cock. However, the hand wrapped around the shaft was something completely unexpected. Instead of a paw, he saw the sharp curved talons of an avian jerking off the cock that had been in his mouth.

"Gonna... cum..." He heard the gryphon on the other side of the stall mutter and thrust once more as he felt his climax surge down his length toward the talented muzzle that had gotten him off in less than five minutes. His cock head flexed and expanded as his barbs hardened. "Th-this is it slut... open wide!"

The first dollop of cum missed his mouth completely, shooting violently across Marcos's cheek. The hyena gasped in surprise as he felt the warm seed hit his face, closing one eye as the streaks of cum shot across the bridge of his muzzle and then finally found its mark and gave the jockslut a good taste of gryphon cum. He savored the sweet, tangy fluids, letting it coat his tongue before he swallowed it gratefully and let his tongue hang from his salivating lips, craving more as the gryphon continued to empty his nuts. The thick semen painted Marcos's face in ropes of white, dripping down onto his jersey. Coach was going to fucking kill him, but the hyena didn't care. He closed his lips around the throbbing head and took each subsequent spurt directly in the mouth, purring and moaning around it as the pulsing shaft fed him what he craved.

Eventually, the gryphon's orgasm faded as his cock throbbed madly, dripping pent up semen against Marcos's tongue as loud huffing breaths echoed around the restroom. "Goddamn, you Devildogs boys sure know how to make an old man happy. If only I had horny sluts like you on my team..."

Marcos's ears picked up as he finally made the connection that whoever was on the other side of the stall was someone from the Serpents. Sleeping with the enemy had never occurred to him before, but the idea sounded so hot right now. He wanted more. The hyena murred as his tongue lapped up along the length, cleaning the cock like the good jockslut he was even though his face was still plastered with the gryphon's potent, musky jizz. "Mmmm.... Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"

"Into piss?"

"N-no sir."

There was a click of the stranger's tongue and then the male on the other side shifted. "So you want your guts rearranged then?"

Marcos's heart fluttered and he nodded, even though the gryphon couldn't see him. "Yessir, please fuck me!"

The cock was pulled away, the door to the fourth stall swung open and then the door to his stall jiggled before Marcos remembered to unlock it. The door swung wide, banging against the partition as the gryphon was revealed in all his glory. His lower half was definitely all lion, tawny in color and even had a thick tail that ended with a massive, brown tuft. His pants were pulled down just low enough to allow his engorged cock and enormous nuts to hang freely between his legs. Above that, Marcos could see a slight muscle gut peeking out under the hem of a white, long-sleeve half-zip pullover. The shirt was unzipped, which allowed the gryphon's majestic, chocolate brown mane to poof up around his glorious plume of dark black feathers along his neck. His ebony beak was thick and hooked, much like a raven. Marcos gawked as he realized that this was Coach Griffith of the Serpents, but all his mind could think was, 'I gotta get wrecked by that thick fuckin' dick!'

Coach Griffith's green eyes smoldered as he stared at the hyena kneeling in front of him. He was almost certain he recognized the Safety who had just sacked his Quarterback, but he had to make sure. "You the little shit who tackled Vanpelt?"

The irritation in his voice was obvious, but Marcos played it cool. "I suppose I am, sir. What of it?"

"Turn the fuck around, son. I'm gonna destroy your ass for that."

"Promises, promises, Coach." Marcos said with a cheeky, cum-coated grin as he stood up and licked his muzzle clean. He was in no position to decline the imposing, hunky gryphon blocking the stall's entrance anyway, and besides, the hyena really did want the rival coach's girthy cock to obliterate him. Facing away from the stall door, Marcos tugged the form-fitting spandex down around his ass, revealing his thick, spotty, muscular butt.

Coach Griffith wasn't a fan of the sass this bratty jock was giving him, but the tempting hole presented to him was too enticing to deny and he couldn't waste any more precious time. He squeezed the eager jockslut's ass cheeks apart and stared at the hyena's sweaty ass crack, surprised that it smelled rather pleasant. The hyena's musk was strong and almost reminded him of the dirt and turf of a football field. He inhaled the masculine scent and groaned; pure essence of a young jock in his prime. 'Fucking hell, if only I had a jock like this every day...' He thought.

His cock slapped between those brown, firm globes that jiggled slightly from the impact. He let out a soft chirr as he pressed his cockhead against the deep wrinkles around the hyena's dark-skinned crater. The gryphon could tell the jock was well-trained in anal play by the way Marcos planted his hands against the tiled wall as he pressed his plump ass back eagerly to please and the way his hole involuntarily winked in anticipation.

The hyena whined as he felt the pointed tip of Griffith's dick split his ass open. The barbs teased the wrinkled folds of his anus as the gryphon pressed his spit covered prick into the willing jock in front of him. Marcos's toes curled as he spread his legs, feeling giddy as butterflies tickled his stomach. His breath caught in his throat when he felt the girthy shaft begin to sink into his tailhole without any other lube. The young jock gritted his teeth and groaned as he pushed through the pain and back onto the coach's cock, more determined to get it deep inside him. It felt so fucking thick, but the greedy hyena wanted all of that meat!

Coach Griffith knew he had less than 10 minutes to dump another load into the jock and get back to his team, but fuck it all if he didn't want to absolutely wreck the hyena bent over in front of him. He squawked as the hot, velvety entrance seemed to clench and pull him in deeper without him even trying. His talons pushed the hyena's jersey up his back and then gripped the jock's shoulders, violently slamming his powerful hips forward.

Marcos gasped and pounded his fist into the wall, cursing in pleasure as he spread his legs out even wider to allow the studly coach better access into his spasming tailhole. His eyes rolled back as he felt the burning desire building. The gryphon was so deep inside him, he could feel the thick cock rearranging his insides and it felt so fucking good. He brought one hand to his gut, feeling the enemy coach's dick pulse and throb behind his formerly tight abs as each powerful thrust sent the barbed tip deliciously deeper.

Without hesitation, Coach Griffith began to fuck Marcos with reckless abandon. His weighty balls smashed against the jockstrap pouch that barely held the hyena's own as he savaged the jock on his dick, only to pull back with a rough motion and then hilt in again with fierce rhythm.

"Fuck me!" Marcos moaned, slamming his ass back against the Coach's warm furry groin, impaling himself on that massive jockfucker. "Please, harder!"

Coach Griffith paused for only a moment. Damn, this slutty jock was one in a million! If only they had more time, the gryphon would make sure this hyena wouldn't walk straight for a week! His pants now around his ankles, the coach shed his white shirt and hung it over the top of the partition before he pressed his musclegut frame tight to the hyena's back and deep-dicked that needy jockslut's hole with ferocious thrusts.

He gripped the jock's shoulders, slamming balls deep into Hogarth as his gut pressed on top of Marcos's jockstrap clad ass. The gryphon's head tipped back as he groaned toward the ceiling as he felt those warm walls squeeze and caress every inch of his fat veiny cock. He took one of his clawed hands off the jock's shoulders and squeezed those plump jockslut ass cheeks that just begged to be bred, the talons nearly piercing the skin under the spotted fur and drove his hips harder.

"AH, FUCK!" Marcos cried out in carnal pleasure, the hyena's head jerking back as his body reacted to the rough, deep fucking and the sharp claws dig into his flesh. His glutes went taut, clenching hard on that bitch-breaker. His thighs seized up while he pushed back as though he were holding a Romanian deadlift.

Wet slaps echoed in the stall and empty bathroom as Marcos was thoroughly bred like the needy jockslut he was. The straps that lined the sides of his asscheeks stretched to hold those plump nuts that churned with pent up energy. The cup around his crotch confined his pulsing erection, which pushed it outward, stretching his jock pouch further. His spurting pre was forced to either go through the small holes that allowed it to breathe and leak through the lycra of his pants or run down his quivering legs.

Both males knew they were on edge, building up a sweat from the quick fuck. Even though he had just busted a nut, those velvety anal walls were swiftly milking another orgasm out of Coach Griffith. He stepped out of his crumpled up pant leg, placing his shoe-clad foot upon the lowered toilet seat for better fucking access, jackhammering his cock even deeper into the moaning jockslut's guts beneath him like his life depended on it. The hyena was wise enough to keep his tail raised and to the side so he didn't have to worry about holding it and he cursed in blissful pleasure when the bulge in his gut from the gryphon's fat cockhead surged deeper and sent the hyena's eyes rolling up in his head.

Coach Griffith glanced at his wristwatch; less than four minutes to finish up and reconvene with his team. He clenched his beak and pistoned in and out of that puffy ring of muscle that milked him. He was surprised at how well the jockslut was taking it while still begging for more! His feathers bristled as his claws extended and dug into the midsole of his open toe shoes. He felt his balls churning, as he thrust with reckless abandon, forcing the hyena's hole to yield in submission against his girthy onslaught. Gods dammit, he didn't want this to end! Fuck, he needed a cock-hungry slut of his own!

"Fffuuuuuck!!!" Coach Griffith squawked as he felt his second load shoot up his shaft and flood the hyena's guts. Instantly Marcos's tailhole clamped down on his cock with renewed strength, which made the gryphon moan louder and grip the hyena's hips with both hands as he dumped his seed into the eager jockslut beneath him. Marcos groaned with the older male, using his experienced anus to milk him dry. The hyena was receiving enough anal stimuation from the thick, pulsing gryphon erection that he didn't even have to touch himself. His hips lurched and his cock twitched within the cup, erupting rope after rope of hyena cum that forced its way out and completely ruined his pants. But he didn't care; his tongue lolled out in bliss as he rubbed his distended abs and basked in the unforgettable experience of being filled to the brim with the hot gryphon stud's semen. Griffith pulled out halfway and then plunged his throbbing length back in up to the base, reveling in the intensity of his orgasm as he lifted his beak toward the ceiling and pushed his cum deeper.

"Gods damn, you really are a fuckin' cockwhore, ain'tcha?" Griffith huffed.

"Fuuck, yeah..." Marcos said, panting. He whimpered as the coach unceremoniously pulled out, leaving his ruined hole wide open and cum oozing down his taint. The hyena swore he could have reached back and slid four fingers inside without any resistance. The gryphon straightened up, flustered, sweating, and definitely in need of preening after the entire ordeal. He grabbed the back of Marcos's jersey and turned him around, lifting his other arm to shove the hyena's snout into his sweaty, musky armpit.

"Get a good huff of real man, 'Dirty Hog'," Griffith growled as he rubbed the hyena's nose in his heady, masculine scent that held a hint of citrus from his shampoo or cologne.

Marcos's penis quickly hardened again and he obediently inhaled deep, moaning into the pit as his tongue lapped up the older man's delicious sweat. He wanted to shove his entire face in there, but Griffith held him back so that only the tip of his muzzle and nose touched the soft underarm fur. Marcos whimpered.

"Atta boy, son. I know you want more, but we ain't got time," Griffith teased as he pulled the hyena away. "One minute left in halftime. Good luck getting back out on the field, kid," Coach Griffith said as he chuckled and retrieved his shirt, hurriedly pulling it on over his muscle gut. Marcos whined as the older male's intoxicating, masculine scent diminished behind the fabric of his shirt. He wished Griffith could stay and his mind began racing with thoughts of how he might convince him to, but each idea was garbage and probably wouldn't work.

Coach Griffith pulled his pants back on and, without another word, ducked out of the restroom. Marcos sighed, dismayed, as he pulled his own damp pants back up over his asscheeks, wincing a bit from how tender his muscles were. He had considered asking the gryphon for his number at least, but the moment had already passed and he was disappointed in himself for hesitating. He stumbled out of the stall, blushing hard at just how sopping wet he had become from cumming in his ruined jockstrap and how much had been pumped into him. The seed in his stomach sloshed as he stumbled out into the hallway. How much time had passed from the one minute mark?

Awkwardly, he tried to jog to the locker room. Between the gryphon cum that was still leaking out of him and the amount that had already run down his legs, it was starting to soak into his socks and cleats. He knew he was in no condition to get right back onto the turf, but the Devildogs were receiving, so maybe if they did a slow push across the field, it might buy him time before defense would need to be out.

He sprinted as best he could into the locker room, finding it completely abandoned already. Except for Coach Noah Bjorn who stood at the entryway to the tunnel that led out to the football field. The once heavy-set polar bear had lost a lot of weight since the season started and had decided to buckle down as a personal trainer and role model for the jocks to stay fit. Bjorn's new, muscular bod showed that with a good diet, hard work, and probably a lot of rough sex behind closed doors, one could trim fat into firm muscle. Marcos hadn't participated in Bjorn's training regimen like some of his other teammates had, but now seeing the results of the polar bear daddy's transformation from flabby gut to a muscular stomach and well-toned physique, the hyena was a little disappointed in himself that he skipped it. The polar bear's thick, powerful arms were crossed over his rippling pecs, intimidating Hogarth further, and his narrowed eyes stared daggers right at the hyena.

"Oh shit..." Marcos swore under his breath that still tasted like gryphon cum as his neck fur stood on end.

"Looks like you missed a spot, Hogarth," The burly bear said, gesturing to the hyena's cum-stained face. "Or several."

Marcos went cross-eyed as he tried to look at the bridge of his muzzle, spotting the clumps of mostly dried cum that clung to his short fur and whiskers. He gulped and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, trying to shrug and laugh it off. "Coach... you know how it is. You get really riled up on the field and you just gotta... rub one out."

"Right," Bjorn said, ice coating his words. "In the fuck bathroom." The polar bear's eyes narrowed as he continued. "With the rival team's coach."

'How did he know??' Marcos thought. "Coach, I can ex-"

"Zip it, Cocksleeve!" The bear barked and Hogarth's ears went flat on his head in fright as the massive, white ursine angrily stomped towards him. Though the hyena was a well-built Safety, Coach Bjorn was nearly seven feet tall and a proverbial mountain of a bear. Marcos let out a strangled yelp of surprise when the bear's entire paw grabbed his muzzle and held it shut, smearing the globs of cum into his fur as they locked eyes.

"MMmff!" The hyena tried to say something as his nostrils flared from the masculine smell of the bear's paw and the gryphon's seed.

"You're sitting out the rest of the game, Cocksleeve," Coach Bjorn growled and the tone of his voice said he was not to be argued with. Marcos felt his heart plummet into the pool of cum in his belly at hearing that, but the assistant coach lifted a thick finger as he went on. "And, you're going to be my good little cocksleeve the whole time, aren't you? If not, then I'm sure Coach Collins would be delighted to know that one of his best safeties is screwing other teams' coaches behind his back."

Bjorn lifted his hand from Marcos's muzzle and the hyena quickly swiped a towel from one of the benches nearby to wipe his face. "C-come on, Coach, it'll look really weird if I'm not on the field-"

"No excuses!" Bjorn said sternly. "You think you can talk or suck your way out of any problem with that fine mouth of yours, but not this time. You either do things my way or you can kiss your football scholarship goodbye! Which will it be, Marcos 'Cocksleeve' Hogarth?"

Marcos was crestfallen. He loved the Devildogs and playing for them meant the world to him. The great sex was just a bonus, but thinking with his dick had royally fucked him this time. It felt rotten, but he had no choice but to play Bjorn's game. "I'll... I'll do it your way, sir," he said, reluctantly.

"Excellent. Now quickly change into a new uniform so you don't smell like a gryphon's bitch," Bjorn said, adding a chuckle. He really did enjoy having these slutty jocks wrapped around his fingers. The polar bear went to his personal locker while Hogarth hurried to change. Marcos was thankful the team provided more than one uniform for each player in case they were damaged during a game. By the time he had replaced his pads and jersey, Bjorn had returned and stood behind him to make sure the Safety was doing as he asked. Marcos had already peeled off the cum-soaked lycra and jockstrap and, while he bent over to tug on clean ones, Bjorn eyed the hyena's brown, puffy asshole that was trying very hard to keep tightly closed so that more cum didn't seep out.

"You really got filled to bursting, Cocksleeve," the bear said. "I've got something to help with that."

"Wha-?" Marcos started to ask as he turned to look over his shoulder, but, with no other warning, Coach Bjorn shoved an incredibly thick, silicone plug past his clenched anal ring. The hyena yelped aloud. Spurts of gryphon semen squelched out around the toy as the polar bear hilted it and Hogarth's quivering sphincter clamped down behind the taper, locking the plug tightly inside of him. Marcos's legs shook from the intense pleasure and pain of being so roughly filled once more, but despite the discomfort, fiery lust set his cock twitching once again. Deep down, he had a feeling everyone on the team was a fucking horny bastard so it was no surprise that the assistant coach was just as perverted. That was part of why he loved the Devildogs so much after all. Fine; he would play the polar bear's game. A sexual punishment was well worth not being kicked off of the team!

Coach Bjorn wiped his hand clean with a nearby towel and gave Marcos's plump ass a firm swat. "Alright, Cocksleeve, that should hold all of those gryphon eggs inside of you for the rest of the game. Finish up and get roosting on that bench."

Marcos's cheeks and ears burned from humiliation as he pulled on his clean jock, cup, pants, socks, and a new pair of cleats. He staggered away from the lockers and realized that the thick plug made it difficult to walk. Bjorn smirked and took Marcos's arm, dragging him bowlegged down the tunnel towards the field. Coach Collins would definitely figure out something was up if Marcos couldn't walk straight so he concentrated on tightening his glutes to pull the plug further in, which let him stand up straighter. He eventually settled into a kind of half limp just before the two reached the end of the tunnel. The game was already going and the Devildogs were already halfway down the field. Marcos had the tingling feeling that nearly two-hundred thousand eyes were on him while he and Bjorn rejoined the team on the sidelines. The crowd seemed to cheer louder during his arrival and the wobbling hyena wondered what the announcers were saying, hoping that they spread a rumor that his last play caused a minor injury that kept him sidelined for the rest of the game.

They walked down the length of the Devildogs' sideline amid curious whispers and murmurs from the rest of the players watching the game from benches or standing around. Bjorn dumped Marcos at the end of a bench close to the small collapsible tent that acted as a medical area to provide players privacy while their injuries were examined. The bear sat him down firmly with a heavy paw on the hyena's shoulder and as his rump hit the bench, the rounded tip of the plug jabbed Marcos directly in the prostate, forcing him to clench his teeth to hold back the whore-ish moan that threatened to erupt from his lungs. He winced in what he hoped looked like pain instead.

Bjorn knew, smiling cruelly down at the hyena as he stood nearby and began to cheer on the rest of the team. He clapped his paws when they made a first down. Marcos swallowed in a dry throat as he regained composure, his paws gripping the sides of the bench as the polar bear fished his cell phone out from his pocket. Bjorn gave him a sideways glance and silently mouthed "Enjoy" while he tapped three times on the phone screen, walking away as Marcos felt a sudden twinge of pleasure from the plug beginning to vibrate.

Whatever pride Marcos had remaining was dashed away as he curled his toes over the midsole of his shoes and moaned softly through clenched teeth like the whore he and Coach Bjorn knew he was. He avoided making eye contact with Steffensen who had returned from the recovery room and was now watching the rest of the game twenty feet away from him on the same bench. The injured timberwolf perked a curious brow in the hyena's direction as he felt the faintest vibrations traveling through the bench. Instead, Marcos looked across the green turf and stared at Coach Griffith, the sexiest man he could lay eyes upon without being too obvious. The gryphon still looked rather disheveled and distracted, but his eyes met Marcos's and then he acted as though a cool breeze caused him to shiver. Maybe it was a little cocky to assume, but the hyena was certain that even from this distance, that hung bird sprung another erection at the sight of him.

As the game went on, when Coach Griffith wasn't making calls, he was holding his play clipboard over his groin to hide his shame and every so often he gazed across the field at the quivering hyena on the bench with curious, lusty glances. With how aroused Marcos was, he wished he could be over there, telling Coach Griffith he had nothing to be ashamed of as he took that magnificent cock into his muzzle once more just to prove it in front of everyone who cared to watch. He gritted his teeth as Coach Bjorn brought him out of his fantasy with an increase in the intensity to the vibrating buttplug, making the hyena squirm. Marcos panted and let out heated moans as he couldn't help but grind back against the source of his pleasure, feeling cum seep out around the silicone and start to wet the back of his tight pants. He was glad to be wearing a cup this time, if he hadn't, he was certain the cameras recording the game would have caught his bulge and he would have ended up being some sort of scandalous news headline on college football networks. Steffensen was openly staring now, and Marcos shivered under his gaze as the vibrator sent electric bliss firing up his spine.

He looked up at the giant screens, sweat trickling down his temples as his anal ring involuntarily contracted, there was still ten minutes left in the third quarter. The Devildogs had scored their third touchdown and the hyena huffed, writhing on the bench. 'Surely, Coach Bjorn doesn't plan on torturing me for the whole game, right?' Marcos thought. The vibrations ticked up in intensity a little bit more and threatened to drive him mad as his toes fidgeted and he dug his claws into the metal bench. His eyebrows furrowed upward submissively, lids drooping as he couldn't help himself. His prostate climaxed, sending an orgasmic wave of pleasure coursing through his cum-filled body and he let out a whining moan, which was thankfully drowned out by the roaring crowd as more of Coach Griffith's seed escaped from his spasming tailhole.

Bjorn smirked nearby as he brought the vibrations back down before turning to the timberwolf who had been slowly inching closer and was now adjusting his cup beneath his pants while he watched Hogarth get off. "Mind your business, Steffensen," the polar bear growled a warning. Though, the thought of having two jocks under his thumb at the same time was definitely arousing as he played with the intensity of the vibrator inside of the benched Safety.

Minutes ticked by while Marcos dug his claws into the metal under him, feeling the vibration of the dildo shift from low to high and then back down again. Despite Bjorn standing a good distance away, he could see the polar bear's thick digit play with the screen of his phone, controlling it and the horny jockslut's whimpering moans. It felt like he was really getting fucked and he couldn't do anything to stop the orgasmic pleasure from building once more in the pit of his stomach despite just nutting. Marcos's tongue lolled from his muzzle, whining and gasping as softly as he could while his asshole clenched feverishly around the fat silicone plug. Cheers went up, but Marcos didn't see why. His whole world had become the plug and the slowly building third orgasm it was pushing him toward.

"Got yourself in hot water again, eh, Hogarth?" The voice of Coach Collins tore through the hyena's bliss-addled mind and made him nearly jump out of his skin. Had Bjorn told Collins about what Marcos had done or did the Rottweiler merely think he was at the bear's mercy for some other reason?

The Rottweiler had walked over to check up on his benched player, standing only two feet away on the hyena's right, casually observing his team playing as though he was not aware of the mess oozing from the spasming jock's pants and soaking into the green turf. Marcos looked over from his pitiful state, getting a good side view of Coach Collins' muscular ass and his wagging nub tail. If the hyena had eyes on the back of his head, he would have seen Bjorn grinning evilly from where he stood as he pushed the plug up to maximum vibration right as Marcos started to respond.

"Y-you could say thaaaAAAH-!" He wailed before Coach Collins's paw quickly grabbed his muzzle without breaking his gaze from the field, snapping it shut while the hyena's eyes rolled up in his head and he twitched on the bench from another anal orgasm. It was way more intense than a normal cumshot and, with Coach's scent in his nostrils, at least he could imagine it was Collins hammering his prostate with his thick, knotted dick and getting him off so thoroughly as he whimpered like the whore he knew he was. The hyena's thick semen oozed from his cramped cock behind his cup and his anus quivered in clenching ecstasy around the plug, once more sending electric shocks of bliss up his spine.

"Keep it down, Hogarth!" Collins hissed. "I don't need the damn provost coming to my office asking me stupid questions about my players because some spectators complained about your noise." The hyena nodded as best he could as he shuddered and squirmed, seeing stars in his blurry vision. Bjorn resumed vibro-fucking the poor jockslut, drawing a soft, low moan from the hyena's lungs under Coach Collins's thick fingers. The masculine Rottweiler leaned down to the hyena's laid-back ears to continue in a sinister whisper, "And if you fuck any other team's coach without either mine or Bjorn's permission again, I'm going to make sure your scholarship dries the fuck up real damn fast. You get me?"

Marcos nodded again in shame as his eyes slowly regained focus and looked pitifully at Bjorn who shrugged and mouthed 'Sorry, not sorry.' Collins straightened up and let go of the jock's muzzle and turned to walk behind the shuddering hyena back to the rest of the team. Marcos could plainly see the outline of Coach's hard, thick cock in his slacks, though the Rottweiler deftly adjusted the bulge as he walked up to Bjorn.

"Take care of the whore," he jerked his head toward Marcos who was still twitching on the bench. "I can handle the rest of the game."

"With pleasure," Bjorn growled as he went over to the trembling jockslut, tucking his thick fingers under the collar of Hogarth's shoulder pads and easily lifting him off of the bench. "Let's go, cocksleeve." He said as he hauled him a few feet into the nearby medical tent behind them. Steffensen watched them go, adjusting his cup once again as he imagined himself in that tent with the gorgeous polar bear instead.

"Eyes front, DaddiesPup69!" Collins barked and Steffensen sat bolt upright, cheeks flushing with embarrassed heat as his fur stood on end.

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Now inside the makeshift privacy of the small medical tent, Hogarth found himself bent over the traveling stretcher, complete with cabinets underneath. The polar bear made sure that the wheels were locked in place as he unceremoniously yanked Hogarth's soaked pants and jock down below his thick ass cheeks, releasing the hyena's dripping, rock-hard cock while he eyed the still vibrating plug. The jockslut's asshole spasmed from the vibrations and oozed gryphon semen above, which slowly flowed down over his taint and balls and into the bunched up spandex.

"Still can't keep it all in there, huh?" Bjorn mused with a chuckle. "Looks like you need some of my personal training."

Hogarth whimpered when Bjorn closed the vibrator's app and he was suddenly reminded of the large, silicone plug's dead weight pressing down on his prostate. The coach pushed up the jockslut's jersey and grabbed his tail around the base, hoisting it upward while his other hand clutched the base of the plug.

"Clench, cocksleeve," Bjorn hissed and Hogarth did just as the polar bear started to pull. The plug tugged his ring outward until he couldn't clench anymore and the thick silicone popped free, leaving his hole wide open. "Keep clenching!" Bjorn barked and Hogarth whined as he tried. He managed to squeeze his asshole closed after several worrying seconds, his tired anal muscles pulling a dollop of gryphon cum back inside.

"Pathetic," Bjorn scoffed. "You know, my kegel routine would help keep that slutty hole of yours closed." He said as he brought his hand down and stuffed four of his thick digits into the hyena's open tailhole, spreading them out easily against the weak resistance the taut ring gave. In truth, Hogarth normally had more anal strength, but the rough breeding from Griffith and the numbing vibrations of the plug had exhausted his anal muscles for the moment. He couldn't resist the polar bear even if he had wanted to. His tongue lolled out in bliss as Bjorn manhandled his supple ass, feeling Griffith's seed spill down his taint and aching nuts as Marcos's cum canal contracted from Bjorn's massaging fingers. Each time one of those digits grazed the jockslut's swollen prostate, he shuddered and groaned.

"Oh gods, coooaaach~!" He whined.

Bjorn yanked his fingers free and slapped Hogarth's thick ass with a hard, open-palmed swat, making Marcos yelp as gryphon cum splattered into his spotty rump fur. "That's Sir or Daddy to you, Cocksleeve! And if you want to be filled with cum, you'd better be able to keep it all in there!"

The hyena yelped and nodded. "Y-yes, sir, daddy," he moaned, swaying his rear from side to side as he wagged his shaggy tail, keeping it raised as his hole clamped shut the best it could without the invading fingers.

From his bent-over position, Marcos couldn't see much of what was going on behind him. The weight of his uniform kept his upper body just hanging off the long side of the gurney, so his cum-filled belly was flat against the firm mattress. There was a long moment of pause, though the air was charged with excitement from the roaring crowd that was just a few yards away from them on the other side of the tent. The hyena turned his head and saw the gorgeous polar bear removing his polo shirt, making his mouth water at the sight of the white musclegut and meaty pecs. Damn, Marcos really did need to join that fitness regimen.

"Let's see how I compare to birdbrain," Bjorn said finally as he let his lubed up cock slap against the hyena's wide ass.

Marcos couldn't see it, but judging from the weight and the heat radiating from the hard length along his backside, Coach Bjorn was even bigger than Griffith! The flesh dragged against his fur as Bjorn pulled his hips back, gripping his shaft and directing it to the hyena's pucker. He nudged the tip forward.

"Nng! Fuck!" Hogarth swore as his paws grabbed the edge of the gurney, puncturing the fabric as his claws dug into the mattress. His cleats found purchase on the turf below, trying to spread his legs out and push back against the monster cock that was stretching him wide open. Sure, Griffith was hung, but if he were side to side with Bjorn, he'd be hard-pressed to measure up.

Bjorn grinned at the jockslut panting and squirming under him. Watching a cocky slut experience his dick for the first time never got old. He released his shaft as he grabbed Hogarth's thighs and hoisted him up, thrusting his cock into the spasming asshole. Hogarth did all he could to keep from toppling feet overhead as the masculine polar bear plowed the gasping Safety. Hogarth's stretched guts were aflame, his lungs heaved as he was manhandled by the polar bear. His ring flexed and convulsed as his cock shot precum across the cabinet doors below him, making a mess of the gurney and the turf below. His eyelids fluttered, his tongue lolled from his mouth, and he drooled while his coach punished him however he saw fit. Hogarth would have had sex with a million rival team coaches if they all ended like this.

The past few months of training had significantly increased Bjorn's strength and stamina, his pudgy belly was gone and replaced with a fine muscle gut that allowed him to finally enjoy watching his girth piston in and out of the eager whores on the football team. And, while he had his own share of regular boys on the team, Hogarth was definitely the tightest fuck he had in ages. An impressive feat considering Griffith's brutal pounding and all that Bjorn had done to loosen him up. The polar bear's paws grabbed Marcos's collar and the base of his tail, yanking his body up into a better position over the gurney as he humped as deep as he could.

"Damn, Cocksleeve," Bjorn huffed. "Still such a snug fit. I just might keep you."

Hogarth moaned and swore as the wide tip of the polar bear shaft bulged his stomach and then pushed even further inside when Bjorn hilted, heavy sack pressing tightly to the jock's swollen, cum-stained taint. The hyena wanted to say something clever, but the only thing going through his sex-crazed mind was 'deeper, sir!', 'harder, daddy!'

Bjorn must have read his thoughts because he gripped those shoulder pads and held the jockslut down as his strong hips pummeled the hyena's upturned ass. Hogarth's eyes were lidded, tongue hanging out of his mouth on the gurney's cushion as Bjorn's immense shaft dominated his senses with every savage, hilting thrust. Bjorn growled deep in his chest while his hips slammed tight to that jiggling, brown, spotted rump, and the hyena's velvety anal walls quivered around his girth. The polar bear's white-furred balls crashed against the hyena's brown pair as wet, sloppy, slaps could be heard outside of the tent. There were some fans sitting close enough that they could have just barely heard the slutty moans amid the loud cheering going on around them. But most just shrugged and assumed they were groans of pain from within the medical tent. Both hyena and polar bear lost track of time as they gave in to the carnal bliss of deep fucking.

Any concerns were quickly forgotten as the Devildogs scored another touchdown and the crowd went wild. Bjorn spoke up over the din as his girthy shaft spread Hogarth's asshole wide open with each deep thrust. "Hear that, Cocksleeve? They're all cheering for you. Imagine if everyone out there could see you now, impaled on your daddy's cock, blissed out and loving it. They want you to cum just like I do, Cocksleeve. Cum for us. Cum for daddy."

Marcos tensed up and spasmed on command. Despite the number of times he came earlier, his body kept churning out loads. "Fuck me, sir!" He cried out, pushing back with his ass as cum shot from his dick, thick ropes of hot hyena jizz splattering against the cabinets and the green turf. He couldn't get enough of his coach's dick and his body craved more, he pushed back against the polar bear's groin, clenching the best he could.

"Atta boy," Bjorn growled, savagely thrusting his cock in and out of the hyena's hungry hole. Despite his experience breaking in slutty boys, the hyena's naturally resilient ass was swiftly bringing him to the edge. So he hilted and held still, letting Hogarth's needy anus quiver and clench around the base of his shaft. He rubbed the small of the hyena's back, trying to hold off the impending orgasm, huffing as the hyena's ring tried to milk the cum out of him. 'Maybe the kid has some potential, after all...' he thought as he felt his sack tighten up. He pulled his dick back until just the tip was inside the spasming entrance and watched the hole clamp down around it. His shaft spat slick precum inside and he chuckled to himself as he slowly pushed back in and pulled back out, making the jockslut whine in bliss.

"Haaah, daddy~!" Marcos groaned as that thick polar bear meat smashed his prostate.

"I know you want it," Bjorn said through clenched teeth as the urge to cum steadily grew in the pit of his stomach. When the polar bear next hilted, Marcos clenched; hard with newfound anal strength, and Bjorn huffed on the pullback as that ass squeezed around his girth. "Oh fuck, Hogarth!" He moaned, gripping the jockslut's sides and digging his claws into the spotty fur. His nuts twitched and he clenched his jaw before letting out a throaty roar, baring his teeth as he threw his head back and pulled the hyena's hips tight to his crotch to slam into his bitch one last time.

Massive spurts of hot polar bear cum flooded Hogarth's intestines, bloating the poor jockslut's stomach and pushing out any leftover gryphon seed with the forceful pressure of the eruption. Bjorn panted and growled, leaning down to bite the slutty jock's exposed shoulder near the neck as that incredible ass clenched obediently around the fat cock that was buried inside his fleshlight. Marcos lost count of the warm shots of thick cum that filled his belly as his eyes rolled back into his head. He completely submitted to his coach and his senses tingled from being filled with the radiating warmth of Bjorn's potent, virile nut.

Marcos wasn't sure how long the afterglow lasted, but he was content to lay there on the gurney with his distended belly, tongue hanging out, blissfully and utterly satisfied. Coach Bjorn didn't move much behind him, just huffing and puffing near the hyena's ear as he caught his breath and his girthy dick continued to ooze cum into his new bitch. Bjorn released Hogarth's shoulder and licked his neck, then his cheek. By the time the bear's dick began to soften and slip out of the spunk-filled cavern, they could barely hear the stadium announcer over the massive roar of the crowd. It sounded like another victory for the Devildogs.

"Heard some of the boys say there's gonna be an after-party at Chaplin Hall," Bjorn huffed as he pulled the hyena's ass cheeks apart. "Looks like you're gonna miss it, Hogarth."

Marcos panted hotly as he looked back and finally saw the girthy monster that had been inside him slip out followed by an arc of sloppy cum. "I don't mind, sir," He groaned. "But we... can't exactly leave right now... with this mess..." He wanted to clench his hole closed like Bjorn had told him to keep all of that hot polar bear jizz locked inside, but he still felt some leaking out. Without further words, he took the vibrator that had been inside him earlier and placed it against his battered pucker as he knelt down in front of the muscular coach. He shuddered as his hole swallowed up the fat plug once more while he took Bjorn's softening tip into his muzzle. He didn't care where the dick had just been. He only wanted more of that hot polar bear cock and cum inside of him any way that he could get it.

"Heh, going for extra credit? You'd better show up for my fitness training from now on." Bjorn said, followed quickly by a blissful sigh as the jockslut's horny maw inhaled his length to the base, and the hyena's nose nestled into his white, musky pubes. "Gods, I guess I underestimated your resilience. Maybe I will give you Griffith's number if you're a good boy."

Hogarth mumbled in gratitude as if had just been reminded of the other coach's existence. The polar bear dick thickened once more and put a bulge in the hyena's tight, jock throat and he reached up to massage the studly bear's exquisite, firm, white-furred muscle gut while his other hand gripped Bjorn's heavy balls and squeezed. "Fucking hell, Hogarth... there's plenty more in there for you!" Bjorn grunted. He gripped the hyena's head and pulled him off his fat length to his feet, leaning down to lock lips with the hyena. Hogarth's heart pounded, surprised by the burly polar bear's affection as Bjorn tasted his own cum and Marcos's ass on the hyena's lips. Hogarth shoved a dollop of polar bear jizz against Bjorn's tongue and the polar bear growled in approval. He broke the kiss a moment later and playfully gnawed on one of Marcos's ears.

Hogarth squirmed. "Coach-! Er, Daddy, can I... can I sniff your pits?"

"Shoulda known a whore like you would be into man stink, too."

Bjorn headlocked Marcos, shoving the hyena's face deep under his muscular, white-furred arm. Hogarth groaned at the earthy, balsam fir scent mixed with a bit of Old Spice. He gratefully huffed the pit, dragging his tongue along the white fur in rapturous pleasure. Bjorn watched the hyena's eyes roll up again, marveling at the young jock's stamina as Hogarth's cock bulge prodded his hip.

"Wish I had a cigar right about now," the polar bear mused. "Yeah get your fill of that armpit, Cocksleeve. There's a good boy."

Marcos took a deep breath through his nose, savoring his new daddy's delicious musk as Bjorn tenderly rubbed his back and squeezed the hyena's head against his massive bicep. Hogarth worshipped that pit with his tongue, reverently licking up Bjorn's sweat as Bjorn rumbled deep in his chest with approval. He took his cell phone from his pocket once more and texted Hogarth Griffith's number. "We really need to do this more often, son..." He said. "And you're going to need a much bigger plug."