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Humbled

By Dirt Coyote

Topher the Top kept his steps silent as he clopped softly over the basement shag carpeted floor. Everyone in the frat house was downstairs making noise as two of his brothers arm wrestled wearing only jockstraps. On one side of the table was his football teammate, Jet, a thick lion with a braided mane. Facing him was Zeek, a lean wolf on the soccer team.

Admittingly, Topher could probably watch the boys arm wrestle for hours. They were always going on about it, trying to one up the other as a testament to their manliness. However, the snickering horse had other plans in mind. For as large as he was, the equine sure never had any problem sneaking up on Spencer. The rabbit was caught up with the rest of the boy's, cheering them on.

"Yoink!" Topher cried out with the waistband of Spencer's tighty whities in his hooves.

The rabbit's arms flailed in every direction as his entire body was lifted up by his underwear. Topher held onto him while he kicked out his legs, crying out in agony all the while. All heads turned to the rabbit and mustang. The tighty whities were up to the lapine's long ears hanging behind him before he let go.

Immediately, Spencer leapt forward, knocking into the table where the jocks were wrestling. They jumped out from their seats, the rabbit taking the table with him as he spilt on top. It crushed under him, the plastic thing just collapsing onto the floor. Everyone was silent, all eyes on the scene in suspense.

Topher immediately felt bad, rushing forward to make sure that his little prank didn't go too far. Thankfully, the table took most of the impact and Spencer rolled around with a groan. Eyes glared up, but a sheepish grin hung on his muzzle as he said, "Ha ha, you got me."

The wolf and lion helped the rabbit off the ground like he was nothing, propping him onto his feet. They patted him off, each of their large paws slapping against him all over as they tried to ease him. When they were sure he was alright, they turned to stare at Topher with daggers in their eyes. He held his paws up defensively, trying to wave off his frat brothers.

"Whoops. Didn't think you'd get so scared," he said with a whinny.

Zeek stepped forward, chest puffed out like the pack leader that he was, "Be more careful. This isn't hazing."

The lion stepped forward to add something, but Spencer spoke before they could continue. "No, no. I'm fine, really," he said, with a devilish calmness.

With his underwear still hanging out of his shorts, he turned around and helped pickup the table. He made sure to be slow, letting his ass go up as he went down. Topher couldn't help but smile, thinking back at that last time he'd had that bunny rump between his paws. It made his shaft stir in his pants as he stared down blatantly.

"I'll get us some more beer," Topher said in the only way he knew how to make amends.

The rest of his brothers settled back into their routine, each of them competing with one another in some form. Two otters had ambled on over to a foozeball table, competing while a fox watched promising head to the winner. A terrier and a deer were playing darts while muttering their latest conquests. Even the nerdy parts of their frat were sitting in a circle trading cards like they traded beds.

Topher relaxed, feeling a little better about his mishap. His frat brothers knew he'd never meant to cause any intentional harm, but it was hard balancing out some of the rougher ways he liked to play. Here at Gamma Alpha Beta, the completely gay frat house on campus, it was hard not to want to display affection physically. He just wanted to show them his love in his own way.

"Nice and cold," Topher said as he plopped onto a couch next to Spencer, dangling a beer at the end of his hooves.

"Thanks," the rabbit muttered dismissively, accepting it all the same.

"Look, I didn't know you'd freak out so much when I wedgied you," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Just having a bit of fun."

Rich, a lithe platinum fox sitting across from them laughed and pointed a finger, "That's not an apology, you know."

Topher looked annoyingly at the fox. "I'm talking with Spence," he said before swishing his beer."

"He's right though," Spencer said with a sigh."

Topher just shrugged at that and said, "Sorry you're so skittish. You didn't mind the rough housing last week."

Spencer looked back in astonishment, his whiskers twitching in annoyance, "That's also not an apology."

"I dunno what you want me to say. Sometimes you bottoms can be a little fragile. Don't know my own strength," he said, flexing his arms to give the rabbit a show.

Rich leaned in, butting into the conversation once more, "You think just cause we bottom, that gives you the right to be a jerk?"

"Woah, woah. I didn't say that," he said before finishing off his beer. Feeling like he was being ganged up on, he blurted out, "All I'm saying is, if you guys topped a bit, you wouldn't be as sensitive."

Rich got out of his seat, eyeing him as he stepped to Spencer. He grabbed hold of one of the rabbit's long floppy ears, lifting it up and tucking his muzzle into it. They whispered things, nodding up and down and giggling like two cubs. Before he could ask what they were talking about, Spencer stood up and called out loudly, "Brothers, I call for your attention."

Topher looked around him, blood going cold as the rabbit drew everyone's face to him. He tried whispering for him to settle down, but Spencer had already attracted the entire house. Brothers gathered around, most of them sure of what was going down. They all were excited, smirking with arms crossed in anticipation.

"I, Brother Spencer, challenge my brother Topher to the cage!"

An eruption of roars and cheers splintered the room. His brothers began to chant "Cage" repeatedly as Spencer stood over him. Topher knew it was well within his rights to refuse the challenge, both being second years and nothing really at stake. He probably should refuse, knowing that he could beat the rabbit at anything and didn't want to humiliate him further. Unfortunately, backing down in front of everyone would be a bitch move and he was no bitch.

"I, Topher the Top, accept Spency Whency's challenge. Your pick," Topher snorted, standing up a good head's length over Spencer.

"Darts."

The horse gulped. He should have known the rabbit wasn't going to go for foozeball, arm wrestling, hoops, cards, or any of the shit he was actually good at. No, he picked darts because he knew that his large clumsy hooves were terrible at holding the stupid little things. There was no turning back now though.

"Darts it is," Topher said, trying to play off confident and failing as his voice wavered.

The wolf and lion nodded, walking over to the board and grabbing three darts each. "Highest score wins. Loser is put in the cage for a week as per custom," Jet said formally. They were each handed their darts with both jocks bowing their heads ceremoniously. Spencer offered the first shot with the wave of his paw.

Topher laughed cooly, taking his spot where a raccoon moderated. In his paws was a locked wooden box as a reminder of what was at risk. The horse twiddled the dart in his hooves, trying his best to keep them steady. He focused on the board, pulled back, and let it sail into the air.

"16!"

Small cheers erupted from some of his supporters, but everyone clapped for the horse's attempt. This wasn't going to be totally terrible. He ducked out of his spot, feeling a bit more confident that he might be able to win this thing. Spencer took his place immediately after and without much preparation, threw his dart towards the board.

"Bullseye!" the raccoon shouted, everyone else stunned in shock. "50 points!"

Spencer brushed past the equine, letting his little rabbit tail grope up against his side. He skipped over to the lion, placing the other two darts into his palm and finished his prance towards the couch. "Good luck!" he called back giddily while leaning against the back.

"Mother fucker," Topher muttered under his breath.

His heart was pounding in his chest now. The darts shook in his hooves, but he stepped up to the line anyways. He couldn't believe that he might actually lose this thing. It was mostly his own fault for accepting the challenge to begin with. If he just pretended to apologize, he wouldn't be in this mess.

Twang. The dart stuck into the board, wobbling audibly in the silence that grabbed the room.

"4!"

"Fuck!" Topher cried out, immediately putting his free paw to his muzzle. Everyone was now laughing at him, some giving off applause at his impending doom. Before he could take his last shot though, a burst of catcalls and whistles sang into the basement.

"Here big guy," Spencer called over his shoulder.

The mustang turned to see the rabbit pulling off his shorts in front of everyone. It wasn't completely uncommon for someone to be strutting around nude in the house, but the guys always liked to make a show. He sat his shorts on the couch, making sure everyone could see his stretched tighty whities. They hung up almost entirely by his sheath alone and threatened to fall down to the floor.

He didn't give them the opportunity. Instead, he wrapped his thumbs underneath the waistband and rotated his hips around slowly. The undies dropped just enough so everyone got a teasing view of his white pubic fur poked out enough for everyone to see. More cheers exploded from the entire fraternity. Then, with a devious smirk riding up the side of his short muzzle, he pulled them the rest of the way down.

"Atta boy!" Zeek yelled, whooping louder than the rest of the room.

Spencer's package wasn't much to stare at, Topher thought to himself. His smooth sheath pressed almost flat against his crotch and his sack didn't look much bigger than a couple of golfballs. He wasn't erect in the slightest, though he could sniff out the arousal coming from everyone else in the room. They all stared at him like hounds, lusting over his snow white body like he was a piece of meat.

Despite being flush, Topher couldn't look away as the rabbit lifted each of his long legs up to his chest. His foot lifted out of the ruined tighty whities one at a time, putting on as big of a show as he could for the rest of the frat. Standing there in only his shirt, he waggled the stretched pair in a loop around a single finger. With only a wink for warning, he flicked it over to Topher.

Football instincts kicked in and he unwittingly snatched the pair out of the air. His expression went sour, feeling played as he stood there holding onto another man's chonies like an idiot. Spencer just held his paws up like he was an emperor hailing his loyal citizens before saying loudly, "You owe me a pair for earlier, but you can keep those since they'll fit snug when you get fitted."

Rich was loudest to laugh at that. He turned to see the platinum fox leaning up right next to the dart board. His eyes hadn't seemed to have left the horse the entire time, boring into him with those sharp vulpine slits. He was enjoying himself, tongue licking at his chops dangerously. Something behind those eyes craved for Topher and he couldn't quite put a finger on it.

Trying to focus himself, Topher's sucked in his bottom lip and he chewed on it back and forth. If he was going to win, he'd need to at least hit one of the double spots, possibly a triple. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down. Clutching the underwear tight in one paw, he let out a loud snort, aimed with the dart lining his vision, and shot straight for the bullseye.

"Guh!"

Rich ducked his head just in time to avoid the dart adding a piercing to his ear. The dart ricocheted off the brick wall, a good foot away from the board entirely. Everyone remained silent, holding their breath as the dart spiralled into the air before ultimately landing aimlessly on the shag carpet. It stood tail up, point buried a half inch into the floor.

"Um, miss," the raccoon said weakly, unsure if he needed to say anything.

"Winner!" Rich shouted, and like the harbinger of praise, everyone roared in congratulations.

Jet rushed to the rabbit's side and held up his paw, everyone taking a turn to congratulate him on his display. He accepted it all as graciously as he could, shaking paws lightly and giving affirming nods to his brothers. They swarmed him for what seemed forever, and Topher wondered if he could sneak upstairs while the attention was off of him. Sure enough though, all eyes turned to him and his legs felt like jelly under the pressure.

"If we're doing this, can someone at least grab me a beer," Topher exasperated in defeat.

Everybody laughed, patting the horse on the back in good sportsmanship. He wasn't entirely happy about it, but he was going to be a champ and own it. With the jangle of his belt, his pants were down onto the floor. Instead of the catcalls and whistle Spencer got, all the frat brothers jeered and oohed him, teasing him as if he was in trouble. It was trouble. For a week straight, he'd be sexless without his manhood.

And quite the manhood he did have. Eight inches of flaccid horse cock hung limp out for everyone to see. Part of him knew that some of the teasing was from his brother's jealousy. He was, after all, the largest by a good couple inches when he was fully erect. Now though, he was mostly soft and dreading what was about to happen next. His cock pendulumed back and forth as he worked his way to the couch and flumped on it with his legs spread.

The raccoon followed him with the box in paw, holding it out like it was his sole fucking purpose in life. Zeek and Jet were soon to approach at either of his sides. A key looped around a necklace came free from the wolf's chestfur. He dangled it mockingly over the horse's muzzle, and Topher just shrugged uncaringly as someone passed him a drink. He wouldn't admit it, never, not in a million years, but if he didn't keep a buzz going, he might actually get hard for this entire experience.

"Cage, cage, cage, cage, cage," everyone chanted ominously as the wolf unlocked the box and opened it for the crowd to see.

Topher closed his eyes, leaning his head back as he began to glug down the beer he'd been handed. He could feel the other boys messing with his cock and balls. There was no doubt in his mind that he couldn't look down while they caged him. If he did, he'd start to get hard and this punishment would be more humiliating and uncomfortable than it already was. Only until he felt a pat on his knee did he look down to see what they'd done.

The cold metal was the first thing he saw, its icey steel cage wired around his shaft. It was a size smaller than it should be, his skin trapped inside. He reached down and twisted it around just enough to see his balls were equally viced in metal wires. On top of the setup was a golden padlock trapping it all together. The sight of it got some reaction from him.

A twitch in his cock spurred a dab of pre out of his shaft, but his flare strained uncomfortably against the cage. The opening at the top oozed of his pre and that felt embarrassing enough to make him let out a sorry sounding whinny. Spencer snickered at that, pointing out for everyone, "Looks like someone's liking this. Did you lose on purpose?"

Topher gave them all a lazy long wave and laughed it off. "Shaddup."

They all laughed heartily, his own trying to be the most boisterous of them all. His pants and underwear were handed back to him, but he put on the rabbit's anyway. Zeek and Jet slapped him hard on the back, admiring his sense of humor. The underwear was stretched, threatening to tear at every seam. His cage and sack were clearly outlined underneath the white fabric, but he didn't bother putting on his pants. Instead, he enjoyed the rest of the night with his brothers drinking, laughing, competing, and partying as if nothing was wrong.

He could do this.

With a loud fwoosh, his sheets were thrown off himself as he awoke from his sleep. Aching from his cock stirred him enough to send him into a panic. Topher was completely naked on his bed, head still spinning in the hangover he was sporting. One hoof touched up against his temple, massaging it as he tried to remember last night. The other paw reached down to his frustrated morning wood. Then he heard the clank of cold steel against his hooved fingertips..

He could not do this.

"No, no no, no," he whimpered to himself.

Topher jumped off his twin mattress, grabbing a pair of gym shorts off the floor. He was halfway in them as he burst from his bedroom, the wooden floors creaking loudly underneath him. It didn't matter if his brothers were still sleeping; he needed to stop whatever was about to happen next. His ass was still hanging out by the time he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Morning, Toph-- Woah!" the platinum fox squeaked as he was hoisted by his collar. "What's the deal?"

"Tell me you didn't, Rich," he begged, pleading with the fox he had pinned against the front door. The vulpine was small, part of the more academic selection of the frat. His legs kicked around useless in the air; his eyes darting around for help. "Tell me you didn't just send out the mail."

Topher blinked, his own pathetic voice slipping him out of his flustered state. Rich went back down to the floor, the horse being extra careful with him as he placed him on his feet. The fox, however, wasn't so much skittish, but had a rather smug smile pasted to his sharp vulpine muzzle.

"Giving up already?"

He brought his arms down to his sides, face rather embarrassed from his own reaction. "I just had an itch," he lied.

"Aww, big guy," the platinum fox said in a patronizing tone that was immediately snuffed out as he continued matter-of-factly, "Mail went out. Tough luck. The keys will be back in a week's time."

Rich moved past the horse, tail arching up and sliding against his hip as he walked. "But, you know, if you get any urges, my bedroom door's always unlocked." He clicked his tongue and finished with, "You know, being on the receiving end isn't so bad."

Topher's shaft twitched at that, the cage halting any erection. The loose fitting gym shorts didn't hide much from anyone. His cock took the entire cage up, padlock shifting noisily. A dab of pre left an obvious dot, marking exactly where the head of the cage ended. He kept a paw over his shorts as he made his way back upstairs to change.

His jeans and boxers didn't fit quite right. There was an unsightly looking bulge protruding right out the front that he couldn't cover up with any of his form fitting shirts. He had to resort to wearing a grey hoodie, pulling the pockets down just so he could walk around the campus without drawing any attention to himself. It felt ridiculous wearing it on a rather warm day, but better than letting the whole campus think he was walking around with a chubby.

"God, this fucking sucks," he muttered as he dropped his tray right next to two otters sitting in the cafeteria. The otters nearly jumped at the outburst, but Topher just continued, "How come neither of you twins stopped me?"

They weren't actual twins, but the nickname was obvious when one started, "You were the one that agreed to the cage" And the other followed, "Why did you let him pick the challenge?"

Topher nearly spilt the small cup of poppy seed dressing as he tore off the lid. "I forgot that there was something I could lose at," he said as he poured the cup all over his salad.

"It's only been a day," one otter said, taking a big bite of his sandwich while the other continued. "Have you seriously not gone a day without stuffing yourself into something? How're you gonna survive the week?"

"I've never had to!" Topher said with mouthfuls of lettuce and apples in his mouth. "Not like I couldn't get one of you two to go down on me for breakfast and have the other after dinner."

All three laughed at that, but the reminder of sex made his cock struggle in his cage. He wished he could keep all erotic thoughts from his head for even a second. His nostrils flared as he let out a huffed snort. "Jeez, even now it's driving me crazy," he said with a slight wiggle in his seat.

The twins nodded their heads up and down in agreement.

"Oh trust me."

"We know."

"When we had to wear it, it was so annoying."

"But Zeek and Jet managed to get us off anyways."

Both of their heads went back listlessly, remembering back fondly to a foursome Topher could only imagine.

"Wait, you guys got off?" he asked waggling his fork between the two of them.

They shared a secret smile between themselves, little ears swiveling in a language only the twins spoke. Their whiskers twitched and one shrugged to the other before they turned their attention back to Topher. "There's ways to still get off if you're willing to--"

"-- Lift that pretty tail of yours."

They snickered and Topher shook his head, ears pressed tightly against his skull. "No way. I'm Topher the Top! I ain't ever raised tail once."

Some eyes from another table flicked his way. He only flexed his arms, daring anyone to tell him to be quiet. The boys just laughed and got up in perfect unison. "Alright well, see how that works out for you."

"Hope your balls don't explode keeping it all in," and with that, they excused themselves, chittering like school girls all the way.

Their words chased around in his head for the rest of the day, drowning out his professors' lectures. Not only were the twins distracting him, but Rich was on his mind as well. Graphite lines in the shapes of ass and cock scribbled over the college ruled paper he should have been taking notes on. He'd never considered himself much of an artist, but he was really nailing the fox's lifted tail and spread cheeks.

Classes finished and dinner passed by with a flash not much longer after. Topher muled about the house, first trying to distract himself with football clips in the living room. The otter twins joined him for a bit, getting stoked on the couch along with him. However, soon their testosterone fueled excitement shifted gears and they began to play with each other like the mustang was hardly there. Oh, he knew to some extent that they were doing this on purpose, but their focus was on each other for the most part.

Both the twins had decided to go for the same routine Topher had always seen them perform. They slid their paws into one another's loose shorts while huddled close, not much more casual than if they'd grabbed onto beers. Without turning attention from the TV, they began long thick pumps of each other's cocks, getting the room smelling of their lutrine scent. Like a slow cooker, they gradually heated up until they were between making out and blowing each other while the horse tried to focus on the tv.

If it'd been any other time, Topher would grab them by the arms, flick his head towards his room, and carry them to his bed with one over each of his shoulders. Now, he just excused himself to another room. They took his spot on the couch, slipping into a sixty nine audibly. There was no actual escape in the house.

Topher tried downstairs, but the nerds were busy playing strip poker. A lithe ferret was either losing badly or winnings, the rules changing based on people's moods. He was only in a pair of blue boxer briefs; the rest of him tan, brown, and golden furred as the day he was born. Spencer was among them, a sly smile reaching up as he noticed the horse walking in.

"Wanna join?" he teased, but the horse just walked back upstairs.

He went out to the back with a beer in paw, hoping to just let the cool evening air calm him down. Sitting on the back patio porch swing was Jet and Zeek, textbooks on top of their laps. Resting over the books was a magazine's centerfold splayed out with a pony looking up coyly at the two of them. The scent of their arousal was obvious even from the door, both boys playing a exhibitionist game touching themselves daringly so public.

They didn't lift a muzzle to him, so Topher helped himself back inside. Even in the kitchen was a jack russell terrier baking away with only an apron on. His cute short stub raised as he danced about with bowls and ingredients in paw. He gave the mustang a teasing smile, but only nodded in acknowledgement. If everyone had secretly agreed to work him up, they sure achieved their goal.

Thump thump thump.

Topher didn't wait for a response before grabbing the door handle and letting himself in. Rich was sitting at his desk, pulling off earbuds with his homework sitting in front of him. He knew what was up, ready to say something clever the way foxes always do when they know they've won. The mustang didn't give him the chance.

"I'm only doing this because you offered," Topher said immediately. He'd been with the platinum fox a handful of times before and so he made a point to say, "It's also cause I know I can handle you."

Rich's ears went up, whiskers twitching at the comment. "Are you calling me small?"

A whinny escaped out of Topher's lips and he snickered, "I ain't calling you big."

Both of the vulpine slits squinted as his brow went down. "Well now I don't know if I want to."

Panic bristled out his short fur and he blurted out, "Wait. No. Please, I need this." Instinctively, a hooved paw went down to his crotch and fondled the cage roughly. "It's been driving me crazy all day. You're big enough. Is that what you want to hear?"

Rich's eyes rolled and he shook his head, "First, I believe apologies are owed."

Topher slapped his paw to his face, dragging down his eyes. "Jeez, I'm sorry for calling you small."

"And?"

He had to think of it for a second before blurting out, "And I'm sorry for roughing you up this morning?"

Rich just leaned into his chair, inspecting his claws casually. "And?"

"Fuck, dude. I'm sorry for almost hitting you with the dart. I'm sorry for being such a jackass to you and Spence. I'm sorry for everything! I'll do better. It's that what you want to hear?" The horse had worked himself up, waving his paws about frantically.

"Fine, fine. Good enough, I guess," Rich said, shrugging his shoulders dismissively.

"Thank you," the horse said with a sigh, walking over to the bed.

He moved to rip off his hoodie and pants, but a cough from the fox stalled him. Rich had a paw up for him, halting him before he said, "Well, hold on. If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it my way." His desk chair swiveled around slowly until it was facing Topher directly. "I want a show. Strip."

The mustang stood agawk for a second, then scooped fingers under his clothes again. Rich just muttered and looked to return to his work, but Topher just whined, "Seriously?"

With his arms crossed, his long fluffy tail flicked in a show of annoyance before he said, "you made me do it last time. Now it's your turn. 'sides, I don't usually top ever." He put a paw to his own crotch, fondling his growing manhood in his pants. "Need something to get me going."

A snort huffed out of Topher's two big nostrils, almost one hundred percent sure that's the exact thing he ended with the time he made him strip. With a resigned sigh, he nodded his head up and down. He pulled off the hoodie, tossing it to the side before flexing his arms. If he was going to put on a show, it was going to be a good one.

"That's the stuff," Rich cheered, a paw trailing down his chest and stomach. He popped open the button to his shorts and pulled down his zipper.

Topher caught the thick vulpine arousal floating up into the air and grit his teeth. His cock strained in the cage, more eager than he was to get things started. The mustang hooked his hooves underneath his shirt, lifting it up slow so that the fox could appreciate every reveal of his body. His chiseled abs came to view first, all six of them unveiling in pairs.

His nipples felt sensitive as the shirt dragged up over them until his pecs were in clear view. They were just as tight as his abs, muscles clearly outlined underneath his short fur. The shirt came off over his head, blocking his vision for a second. When he tossed it over to the side, he saw Rich had freed himself from his shorts entirely.

Topher took in the fox for a second, noticing his shaft in his paw. He'd seen it before, something he'd only stroke as he took him from behind, but it now looked completely different. Rich was only four inches long, knot still hidden in his sheath. That little prick seemed bigger than that though, and he fidgeted under the anticipation.

"Don't stop now," Rich beckoned, giving himself a quick pump. "It's just getting started."

Topher was entranced, nodding his head up and down as he watched the fox play with himself. He unbuckled his belt and undid his button. With his zipper pulled down, he wiggled until his pants were loose around his hips. Wanting to play with the strip tease, he dropped them down until his bushy black pubicfur was sticking out over the waistband.

Instead of pulling the pants down all the way though, he turned from the fox. Remembering the way Rich had stripped for him, he slowly pulled down his pants to reveal his ass. He arched his tail as high as he could. The air felt foreign on his behind added by the eyes watching him expose himself. His cock drooled pre into his boxers until he let his clothes flop to the ground in a single go.

Topher gulped, wanting to keep his back to the fox as he let him feast with his eyes. He knew the show wouldn't be over until he turned around. With a sigh, he kicked his pants and boxers away and turned to face Rich. It felt so humiliating and he tried not to make eye contact. He couldn't escape the vulpine stare eyeing his nude body.

Topher's cock was aching, dripping pre freely like the horse he was. Long strings of white spunk dripped over the cage's tip. His flare was uncomfortably fighting to free itself. Both of his testicles were plump, straining against the wires like two swollen peaches. It was so embarrassing to be this needy and he couldn't keep from letting out a pathetic murmur.

"Now that's a show," he said with the slap of his knee, giving a whistle to further drive in the point.

Topher felt hotter than he even had before, but he shrugged his shoulders to play off his shame. It had been fun making the little guys dance for his long fat cock. Now he was the one desperate and needy for something inside of him and he didn't entirely hate it. Actually, if he was being honest with himself, part of him was getting turned on by the whole experience. Even with the cage, or because of it, he hadn't felt this aroused in his entire life.

"Alright, alright, you had your fun," Topher said, crawling onto the bed.

Sounds of clothes fluttering off filled the room as Rich stripped in half a second. He was on all fours when he felt a sharp thin muzzle pierce his cheeks and a cold nose touch up against his virgin hole. Topher nearly jumped off the bed entirely when a warm tongue dragged against his sensitive skin. He jerked forward and scootched further onto the bed.

"What the hell was that?" he exclaimed, tail swatting back fiercely.

Rich let out a yelp as it caught him square in the nose. Topher turned to see the fox holding his muzzle, whiskers dancing about as he inspected the damage. He shook his head about fiercely and rubbed at the sore nostrils. "I was just gonna rim you, dude. What the hell?"

Topher grumbled, "Dude, this is, like, the first time I've done something like this. Ease me in just a lil."

Rich's ears folded back and he let out a long coo to settle himself. "Alright alright. You've not done anything back there before?"

Topher relaxed himself, easing down to his elbows while on all fours. His ass felt uncomfortably exposed, but as if Rich could sense his tension, he placed two paws on his cheeks. He was warm against his ass, kneading in long circular stretches. It felt nice and he didn't realize how tense his muscles were until they finally began to relax.

"A little, sorta," he admitted, not quite sure how to say it. "I just. I kinda fingered myself once in high school, but that was it and nobody has complained about me being strictly a top since I got here."

Rich adjusted, sitting up on the bed as he continued his rubs. "Awe, man. I'm sorry. I was moving a bit fast. I promise to go slow with you." At that, he reached his head down and pressed himself against his backside. "Truth be told, I've been wanting to do this for a while."

Topher shook his head and laughed, "You've wanted to top me?"

Rich nodded against him, whisker tickling playfully against his tailhole enough to get a squirm. "Hell yeah, dude. You're always strutting that ass around and I've always wanted to be the guy that mounted Topher the Top."

He craned his neck, getting a good view of his lifted tail and said, "I didn't think it was that attractive."

Rich lifted until he could make eye contact with the horse. "Well it is, and I would very much like to rim you now, if that's alright."

Topher only gave him a smile and a nod, before turning to face the wall. There was an anticipation buzzing through himself not being able to see what Rich was doing. It made his body quiver and his cock twitch. As ready as he could prepare himself, it still made him jump as he felt the nose against his crack.

The fox worked slow, starting with a quick peck. A few more followed, getting a long shaky sigh from Topher. Then he felt his tongue, a long drag that arched his tail to its highest point. The vulpine tongue was wet against him, saliva no doubtedly dripping from it. He felt the warm spit dribble inside of him, lubing him up before they even started their fun.

And God, did Topher love this new feeling.

"Ooooh, Rich," he moaned out instinctively.

It didn't just feel good sexually, though cock was definitely responding to the attention. The licks felt amazing in every way, sparks of pleasure surging behind his closed eyes. He couldn't help but utter the fox's name repeatedly as he continued to rim him. Rich responded to the moans by quickening his pace, tongue bathing his hole like it was candy.

Soon the pressure intensified, the tongue pushing more and more into him. Without any effort from himself, his sphincter relaxed and opened. Almost all at once, the muscle slid inside him and coated his insides wet. The more Rich licked, the further his tongue wormed its way inside. He could feel it going deep, exploring him in ways that nothing else had ever done before.

Both were breathing hard, Topher in loud chest heaving pants while Rich was snorting in the horse through his nose. After minutes which felt like hours passed, the mustang felt like the rimming had taken its course. He loved the attention that he was getting, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more.

"Just take me," Topher cried out loud enough that he was sure everyone in the house could hear him. He didn't care. When the fox didn't stop, he pleaded again, "Dude, Rich, c'mon, please."

Rich pulled out with a slurp, gasping for air. Topher turned to see the fox wiping his bare arm over his lips while he stood off the bed. His arms were shaky as he yanked open his nightstand. It took the longest thirty seconds of Topher's life for him to finally find the bottle of lube he was looking for.

"Get on your back," Rich ordered and Topher didn't question it. He just rolled into position, pulling himself forward so his ass was hanging off the edge of the bed. The padlocked jangled with every move he made. Pearls of pre ran down the conical tip of the vulpine shaft as he stroked himself blatantly over the horse. It mixed with the lube he poured liberally onto himself, much of it rolling onto his silver furred balls until they gleaned.

Rich literally chucked the bottle backwards, careless to where it landed. He reached down and grabbed one of Topher's legs, resting it on his lithe shoulder. The trunk looked heavy on him, but the fox was too worked up to give a shit and so was Topher. They just wanted to get this show moving.

The fox scooched forward, wagging his hips left and right to adjust himself until Topher could feel the cock tip right up against his hole. It was small, but at the same time fiery hot. Even just resting it against him, he could tell it was dangerously close to slipping in effortlessly.

"You ready?" Rich asked, obviously holding himself back with all his will.

It was too much to speak, so Topher just nodded his head up and down vigorously. And then his head fell back into the sheets as he felt himself be penetrated for the first time. A long loud moan rolled through the room from both fox and stallion. The lube and spit slickened his hole enough for the vulpine manhood to glide in easily.

Topher's eyes went to the back of his head, tongue lulling out of his mouth and draping along the sheets. Inch after inch pushed past his puckered sphincter up until he felt the knot hilt against him. Warm pre poured into his rectum and Topher could swear he felt every drop of it slosh around inside.

Topher groaned as he felt the fox pull back. It dragged along the walls of his opening, feeling just as good going out as it did going in. His hooves gripped into the sheets and his toes curled in the air. The thumping of his heart rang in his ears and just when he thought this couldn't be any better, the fox pushed into him as far as he could go.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuck," Topher let out like a cry.

The tip, though just barely, prodded right into his prostate, sparking new sensations that surged through his entire body. He seized, cock cage bouncing loudly. His massive cock had pulled his cage up to his belly, padlock clanking about. Sprays of pre squirted along his crotch and abs as his flare fought with the metal tip. Despite the cage restraining him, he'd never felt this much pleasure in his entire life.

"Jeez, Rich! Do that again," he cried and the fox was all too eager to abide.

His cock went in and out with hastening thrusts. Each time the pointed cock would run right up against his prostate, another shot of pre would splash against the horse. The cage was covered in sticky ropes hanging from the tip. He could swear that the metal warped and stretched trying to contain his massive shaft.

Rich's tongue hung out of his muzzle, drooling all over the horse. Spit speckled every which part of Topher, from his legs to his heaving chest. His thrusts became harder and fuller, hips hilting against his ass. The knot forcing more and more inside with every single pounding of his cock. He knew what was coming next and he was starved for it.

"I'm gonna-- I'm gonna-- Fuck, Toph, I'm gonna--"

"Just do it!"

Rich leaned his entire body, hips pulling back until only the very tip of his dick was still inside him. His head felt swollen, thrumming in fast flexes dribbling copious amounts of pre. He stretched his legs, spreading himself as far as he could for that vulpine knot knocking at his door. With huff, the fox slammed into Topher's ass, stuffing the entirety of his length inside of him.

Both practically screamed their pleasure, Rich cumming instantly into the horse in thick strong spurts of hot cum. His cock pulsated against his prostate, massaging it as he orgasmed hard. The sheer intensity of it all was too much for Topher. His cock throbbed and writhed against the cage, balls cupped tightly swollen in eager release. All it took was one more buck from Rich and his eyes went cross.

He'd reached the point of no return.

"Awe shit. Awe fuck. Awe shit. Awe fuck!" Topher shouted before a large slab of cum slapped hard against his own face.

His cock flung the cage hard, spurting out the longest heaviest rope of cum all over the horse's muzzle. Seed shot out into the air, clearing his head completely and splattering against the wall before the stream eased down onto his chest and stomach. Rich's orgasm was just as hard, spilling gracious pools into his ass. Topher whinnied so loud that he was worried he was shaking the entire frat house in his bellows.

Gradually, all of his limbs and muscles loosened until he was slack atop the bed in his afterglow. Rich had let his leg down easy, the damn thing looking like it was about to crush his little body. With nowhere to go while tied, the fox just leaned forward and relaxed his front against the horse. There was a sticky squish as he practically sank into the puddle of cum Topher left on himself.

"Damn, Toph, you really made a mess," Rich said, sleepily.

Topher was still coming to, brain function returning to him bit by bit. He'd never came that hard in his entire life, and hadn't even quite stopped yet. A little stream was steadily cascading down the cage's tip to pool between the two of them. He reached his arms around and pulled the smaller man into a warm hug. Rich was practically crushed under his embrace.

He squirmed, but Topher didn't let up, just laughing out, "I bet I make a pretty good bottom, don't you think?!"

"Ugh, seriously?"

Both Topher and Rich turned their attention towards the bedroom door. The fox was absolutely spooked, his silver, grey, and white fur poofed out like a blimp. The mustang's jaw drooped far enough that his chin hit his sternum. Both could see that the entire frat house was crammed in the doorway, watching the show's finale. All were aroused, some with shafts held tight.

Spencer's lips were pursed a second, ear twitching in annoyance, before he threw his arms up and shouted, "You'd think any of this would have humbled him the slightest."

The room remained silent a second, everyone stunned looking back and forth at each other. Topher just threw his head back and let out a thunderous laugh at the silliness of it all. Zeek and Jet were first to join in the laughter, letting out howls and roars as they cheered on. The otters joined in next, holding each other in a side hug as they stroked their cocks. Soon the whole house was in an uproar that was only cut off when Zeek nudged the lion at his side.

"You know what this calls for?"

Jet nodded his head up and down, "A dogpile!"

Both Rich and Topher screamed, "No!" too late.

Topher didn't complain much about the cage during the rest of the week. The twins were the first ones to have a go at him the following day, one for breakfast and one for dinner. Zeek and Jet too him at the same time, opening up to oral just as well as he had anal. He practically cornered the nerds downstairs, getting each of them to cream inside of him before he finally came. Even Spencer got his turn, though he was the last to top the stallion. The rabbit was the most eager to finish in him, cumming inside several times in the same night. There was only one thing left to figure out:

What was he going to call himself if he wasn't Topher the Top anymore?