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Elijah groaned as his head smacked against something sending a jolt of pain through his body. He was doubled over with his knees tucked to his chest tucked in some place that was small, narrow, and dark. His jaw ached and his tongue probed at whatever was in his mouth that tasted like the inside of a gym bag, unable to spit it out. Another hard bump and his ears picked up the sound of an engine and the roaring of wind. It wasn't until he tried to move that Elijah realized his wrists and ankles were tied up. Struggling for a moment he tried to twist them and failed giving up and laying still for a moment as his head throbbed.

The cheetah laid in the back of what he was now assuming to be a car trunk and tried to think. They had just won their last soccer game of the season and were about to head into the playoffs. There had been a party invitation from Alpha Epsilon Pi with the promise of hooking up with the girls from Alpha Delta Pi. With it obvious that he was going to get laid that night he'd started pregaming at the dorm before heading over to AEP. Elijah had dressed in his best party boy gear to show off that lean, muscular build all the ladies loved: khaki shorts, polo with the collar popped, backward hard, and a pair of flip flops.

With a nice buzz going the soccer star had shown up looking to score. He was about to get into the pants of some cute otter girl from ADP when he'd started to feel sick. First hot then nauseous he'd headed upstairs to try and find the bathroom. It must have been something from the party punch the guys had mixed up. He made it upstairs and got as far as the first room when he stumbled in and fell face first onto the bed. After that it was just a dull haze of being carried somewhere then he was out.

Elijah gave another futile thrash in his bonds as the car slowly came to a stop. There was the muffled slam of car doors and the soft crunch of feet on gravel as someone came walking around the sides. Two? Three? It was hard to tell. The voices were muffled, joking about something before the trunk opened up. It wasn't much brighter outside the trunk but Elijah had enough light to make out the four anthros standing there looking down at him. There was Liam, the goat goalkeeper; Logan, the Labrador midfielder; Gabe, the panther defender; and the ringleader Wyatt, the big deer striker.

Wyatt was the first one to speak, gloating, "Well there, looks like big man Elijah is awake. How's that jock taste?" Elijah's eyes went wide. The what? Elijah fought down a gag as the sudden realization washed over him that he had the deer's used jockstrap duct taped in his mouth. As the panther's eyes went wide Wyatt continued on, "You can keep it, I got plenty. Go ahead and get him out guys. Let's get this show on the road."

The goat and Labrador reached down into the trunk and hauled him out, the panther helping with Elijah's legs and setting the cheetah on the ground. Elijah looked around and took into his surroundings, mind racing trying to figure out where they were. Gravel lot and off over there were some stands. The soccer field field? Why the hell were they here? Still looking around his attention was brought back around when Wyatt pulled out a knife, looking at the three others, "Hold him down. I don't want him slippin."

Liam reached down and grabbed Elijah's legs pinning them to the ground while Logan and Gabe held down his shoulders. Wyatt smiled, squatting down, the knife blade glinting in the moonlight and cut the fabric of his polo, slicing it off of him in strips. The deer took his time in slicing Elijah's clothes to shreds leaving them in pile of clothing scraps to the shivering cheetah. Wyatt folded the knife up and grabbed a gym bag out of the back seat, looking at the three others, "Alright, pick him up and let's go do this thing. Shouldn't take us too long to get him all fixed up."

With that they picked Elijah up and started to haul him out of the parking lot and over to the soccer field. Liam held onto Elijah's lower legs while Logan and Gabe carried him by the shoulders, the group chatting idly. Making it to the middle of the field they unceremoniously dumped Elijah on the ground face first in the turf. Wiggling himself on the ground Elijah rolled over and onto his back shivering as the wet grass soaked into his fur. With the crew distracted he tried to wiggle away on the ground, working his body back and forth before Liam put a foot on his chest, pinning him back down. Trapped again Elijah's eyes followed the sound of a zipper seeing Wyatt opening up the gym bag.

As the deer started to unpack the bag Elijah's head jerked up, his eyes going wide. What the hell was this? The deer was pulling things out of the bag that he'd only seen in porn, and some things that he'd never seen. Kneeling next to Elijah, Wyatt pulling out a metal cage that was roughly shaped like a penis. Before Elijah could react the deer was fitting it over his sheath, buckling it in place and putting a padlock on, twisting the thin metal key till it broke off in the lock. Elijah shuddered as the cold metal pressed against his skin, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. That bastard.

The cheetah started to fight, thrusting his hips and rolling in the grass, trying to break away. Where he was going to go he had no idea. The others quickly overpowered him, pinning him in the grass with a scattering of laughs. Wyatt snickered, rooting around in the bag, "Damn it guys, keep him down would you? We got some other shit to do here."

"Where did you get this stuff anyway, man?" Gabe asked, looking first at the cage and then to the bag.

"Why, you want to be next?"

"Shut up, dude. Let's get this over with. I want to get back to the party, ok?"

Wyatt pulled the knife back out and used it to slice the duct tape holding Elijah's legs together, Gabe and Logan each grabbing one and spreading them out. Tossing Liam a mallet, Wyatt pulled out what looked like tent pegs but a good foot or more long. Untapping the bundle he held them for Liam, the goat driving them into the soft ground next to Elijah's ankles and shoulders. Tossing a set of ropes to the other, Wyatt gave a few quick instructions, "It's already looped. Just put em around his ankles and pull down tight. I'll secure the rope to the stakes."

"Jeez dude, what were you, a boy scout or something?"

"Yeah man, always prepared. Now shut up and get to work."

Elijah could only watch as the pair looped his ankles and secured them down to the stakes leaving him spread open and vulnerable. Feeling himself get pushed up into a sitting position Elijah looked over his shoulder to see Wyatt behind him, a look of concentration on his face as he looped rope around his biceps. Wyatt worked quickly, tossing rope across Elijah's chest and behind his back, looping it around his wrists. In a few minutes Wyatt was done, leaving Elijah securely trussed up.

A few more stakes and Elijah was pinned to the ground, arms secured behind him, legs spread in front of him. The four stood over him, gloating as they looked down at the cheetah . Liam chuckled, using his hoof to poke at the cheetah , "Damn, I don't think he's going anywhere like that. So, are we just gonna leave him or what?"

Shaking his head Wyatt gave a wide grin, "Nah, I still got a few more little tricks up my sleeve. Hand me the bag, would you?"

Squatting down between Elijah's legs, Wyatt took the gym bag from Liam and looked around inside it. With a grin he held up a bottle of lube and a toy, a butt plug. Elijah flexed in the rope, trying to buck his hips or roll away, shaking his head in protest. Taking his time Wyatt popped the top of the lube dripping it over the plug and gave it a good coating. Elijah's eyes went wide as Wyatt pressed the tip against his asshole, the feeling of something being worked into his ass for the first time a new and uncomfortable feeling. He tried to flesh his asshole, clench down to keep the toy from work its way in, but Wyatt just grunted and made it fit. Elijah shuddered as the plug seated itself in his hole feeling filled by the toy.

Before Wyatt stood up he hit a button on the base of the plug to activate it and make Elijah's eyes go wide. There was something inside the shaft of the plug that rotated, or moved up or down, or did something that made it seem like it was crawling around on his insides. Twisting and turning in the ropes Elijah whimpered as the plug overstimulated him, making his cock leak in the cage. Squeezing his eyes shut heard the others laugh as it became obvious what was happening as his cock attempted to go erect and failed. Pulling with his shoulders and kicking with his legs Elijah vainly attempted to pull himself off the ground.

Wyatt pulled one last thing out of the bag, a blindfold, and put it around Elijah's head plunging the cheetah into darkness. He was vaguely aware of the footsteps of the four as they walked off, struggling in his bonds, trying to yell and beg through the gag. They couldn't be serious. They couldn't just leave him here like this. As the plug pulsed and moved inside of him, making him squirm even more, he could just barely hear Wyatt call out, "Weekend practice comes early bro. Better figure out how to get out of here before the freshman start drills. Figure you got about four hours before the sun comes up."

The sound of the car engine just barely reached his ears, revving as the crew did a few doughnuts in the parking lot before peeling out and speeding away. Leaving him alone. Alone and ever so vulnerable. Elijah's breath started to come faster now as he breathed through his nose and the reality of the situation came crashing home. He was tied, naked, in the middle of the soccer field with a cage on his dick and a plug up his ass. Never mind the ropes on his arms and the jockstrap in his mouth. In desperation he started to thrash in the ropes trying to get out to no avail leaving him breathless and sweating.

Laying in the fall night air he took a few moments and tried to clear his mind, slowing down his breathing and trying to concentrate. The plug changed up its rotation; instead of moving in and out the base seemed to rotate rimming around his asshole. That made thinking a lot harder as Elijah tried to come up with some sort of plan. Blind and immobile he tried to lay still and test out his bonds. The rope around his chest and biceps was going to be impossible to get off with how he was now. It was the same with the gag and blindfold. That left just his legs.

Starting with his right leg he managed to get his foot on the ground and roll a bit with his hips. Pushing hard against the ground he strained, thick muscles in his legs tensing as pulled at the rope. If he could run ninety minutes during a game and squat double his body weight he could pull this stupid stake out of the ground. With sweat running down his back and chest he lay back, exhausted, breathing hard, taking a break. He'd felt the stake move. After a short breather he went back to work pulling hard, muscles screaming as he pulled at the ground.

Long minutes of pulling, tugging, fighting, and inch by inch the stake slowly started to come free from the ground. His quads and thighs screamed in protest as he kept going feeling like he was running a marathon. The cold night air failed to keep sweat from dripping off his chest, back, and abs onto the ground under him. Suddenly at long last the stake yanked free from the ground with a quick pull leaving him exuberant and exhausted on the field. Elijah wanted to laugh in triumph and fall asleep though he knew he had to keep going. He had no idea how much time he had wasted pulling just the one free.

The next stake came faster thanks to the leverage of his free leg. Able to push himself with it or place it under his left to assist Elijah kept working. It was still a struggle though not as bad as the first was. Fighting for breath he kept prying and thrusting, pumping his hips as the mechanical plug worked at his ass. Fuck, the infernal machine was both pumping and rotating around the rim of his hole. It was a maddening feeling as Elijah fought to free himself until he was finally rewarded with his left leg coming free. Using his feet he was able to work at the ropes around his ankles, unlooping them and kicking them free. Hope bloomed as he was almost there.

The sound of the morning birds caused that hope to come crashing down. It was almost morning. Frantic he fought at the two stakes on either shoulder, the last thing holding him in place. With both legs free Elijah could put more of his body weight into it, using his legs to help him roll side to side or thrust his hips. His fur was thoroughly sweat soaked now as if he had run games back to back, his muscles sore and aching. The ropes dug into the flesh under his fur, rubbing at his pecs and shoulders. Rolling back and forth and trying to sit up Elijah felt his abs burn from the strain, his lungs on fire as he frantically worked at the stakes.

Elijah tried to mix it up to give some of his muscles time to rest. Thrusting his hips up in the air he would bring them down to try and use the momentum to pull himself up. After a few of those it was side to side, rocking back and forth on the grass trying to wiggle the stakes free. The birds were getting louder and the sounds of the town waking up started to filter over the trees. With his heart racing he kept at it trying to work the stakes free. He was so close he wanted to cry. Then, all of a sudden, the stake on his right came free from the ground. Triumphant he rolled onto his chest and arched his back to get the other one out finally freeing himself from the turf.

Grinning through his gag Elijah leaned forward and scraped his face on the turf to get the blindfold off before rubbing his face against the grass. The duct tape painfully ripped free of his short fur though the sweat had helped loosen up the adhesive. Blinking a few times his eyes adjusted to the light. Light. Oh no. The sun was starting to come up and there was only a few minutes left. No time to mess with the arm binding. Standing up and with sore legs pumping Elijah took off toward the woods, barely making it into the tree line as the first cars were pulling into the parking lot.

Across the way from the field was a small patch of woods that had trails running through it. Picking one of the left he darted off, going by memory. Charlotte's place was nearby. She lived close to the field which made her apartment a regular stop after a hard practice. Stumbling over a couple of roots or rocks Elijah joggled along the trail as fast as his sore legs would carry him. As he jogged his guts felt twisted up as the plug seemed to jolt deeper into his ass as he ran. He hadn't managed to get the plug free and the toy was going crazy inside him. Shuddering, his cock twitching madly in its cage, he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. Stumbling he leaned against a tree, his eyes wanting to roll back in his head. He was ashamed to admit how good it actually felt.

Making himself take another step he stumbled forward along the trail and fought his way along. He was thirsty, tired, and pent up. The sun made its way higher in the sky, breaking above the trees now. People were going to be up soon. After a few minutes he came to the edge of the woods right up to the back of the apartment buildings. He took a moment to look around, eyes darting this way and that as he looked for signs of life. Tossing caution to the wind he broke free of the tree line, raced across the parking lot, and made a line toward the safety of her apartment.

Charlotte luckily had a ground floor apartment on the end of the block. Running up to the door he kicked at the door, thudding his foot against the wood. He was tempted to yell but afraid to draw too many eyes to what was going on. Dancing back and forth in front of the door knowing that at any moment someone could walk right out and see him, Elijah whimpered praying she would answer. After long, excruciating moments spent watching the door finally opened. However, it wasn't Charlotte that greeted. It was Wyatt.

"Hey there bro, didn't think you'd made it. Come on in." The deer reached forward and grabbed the ropes on Elijah's chest and yanked him through the door. Pulling him through the living room Wyatt gave a shove and pushed the cheetah onto the couch, sitting down next to him. Further adding to Elijah's humiliation was the fact that Wyatt was nude. He'd seen the deer strip down a few times in the locker room but this was something else.

A few moments later there was a rustling from the bedroom and he looked up to see a familiar, plump sheep come walking out. With not a scrap of clothing it was plain to see that her wool was matted in places, the fluff tamped down from sleep, sweat, or something else. She gave him a brilliant smile and walked over to stand in front of Elijah, stroking a paw along his chest, "Look at you. Wyatt figured you'd come this way. Looks like you won't be breaking any hearts tonight Elijah."

Panicking, Elijah struggled in his ropes, "Charlotte, baby, I can explain. Just let me out of here and we can talk, ok?"

Wyatt reached over and grabbed the cock cage, giving it a tug. Elijah tried to pull away from the other male's touch, attempting to scoot away but he was trapped, "I don't think there is going to be too much talking in the future for you Elijah. Not till you've learned your lesson. Charlotte is such a nice girl that I can't see why you'd want to run around on her. Guess you're going to have to learn the hard way you can't act like that."

Standing in front of Elijah, Charlotte reached down and spread her pussy lips. As she did so a thick load started to drip out, running out and down her thigh getting stuck to the wool, "Wyatt has been taking real good care of me. And I think you are going to have to learn to love sloppy seconds. You'll be a good boy, won't you, Elijah?"

Elijah sat there, frozen, looking at the pair. Unable to answer Charlotte reached down and grabbed the rope on his chest, pulling the cheetah up and toward the bedroom. Wyatt slapped the cheetah's ass, following close behind, "Don't you worry there bro. You're a quick learner."

Elijah only whimpered. What had he gotten himself into?