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I had been to wrestling tournaments before. Usually as a bench warmer. The first tournament I tried to compete in, I got in dead last, and my captain decided it was best for everyone if I sat the rest of them out. But that was before my dick had been locked in an embarrassing small chastity cage. It had been 6 months since I had locked that tight pink cage around my dick and I had only gotten to cum a handful of times. But never out of the cage. Devon, my master, had stayed true to his promise that he would keep me locked up forever.

For their part, my team had been supportive of my kinky endeavors. Very supportive. Once the secret of my caged dick got out, everyone on the wrestling team was suddenly very friendly, and very handsy. Several practices ended with a team gangbang in the showers. However Randall, our captain, made a rule that my ass was strictly off limits unless they did well on the mat. It had drastically improved our performance at competitions.

The semester was nearing the end and we had one last tournament. I assumed I'd be sitting this one out too, serving as nothing but a warm hole to the victor, but Randal actually submitted me as part of the team this time. Finally, a real member of the team, and it only took stuffing my dick in a tiny cage and giving up having an erection forever.

Leading up to the event, Randall had started training extensively with me, just one-on-one. And I mean actually training, not fucking. Well, he also fucked me, but before the fucking we wrestled and he gave me pointers and advice. He said that fucking my hole was his reward for being such a good mentor. And was right. I learned a lot and even managed to hold my own against him on a few occasions.

The tournament was an unofficial one, organized by several of the local schools and hosted at a big university a few hours away. It was a tradition, hosted after any of the official tournaments and worked a bit differently. There weren't any weight classes so I'd be going up against men twice my size, which normally would have me terrified, but after a semester of being roughly manhandled and brutally fucked by my team, wrestling someone out of my weight class didn't seem so intimidating. It was a way for teams to celebrate a season well done, or one last chance at redemption for those who did poorly. This year, for the first time in over a decade, the winners would also get the Victor's Cup, a massive trophy. When it had last been given out, our school had won it, so this was our chance to carry on that legacy.

This would be my first time going as well as competing. I tried not to make a big deal out of it, but I could not stop talking about it to my friends and classmates. It would be the last tournament of my sophomore year, too, which made the event extra special. Even the buck I occasionally hooked up with from my bio class wished me luck.

The ride up to the tournament was long and the entire team was rowdy. The air in the bus was electric, with teammates hollering, cheering, and blasting terrible music. Randall kept giving impromptu pep talks about how we were going to win the trophy. I drowned it out with my headphones and listened to my own music. Until around half an hour in, Earl, a bull and the youngest member of the team, sat down next to me. He was so big he took up all of his seat and half of mine, squashing me against the window.

"Hey there little guy." He said, alcohol wafting off his breath. "You're the best, you know that?" He wrapped an arm around my lower back and pulled me tight.

"Thanks Earl, you're pretty good yourself." I said with a smile, taking off my headphones. I turned to face him and got a whiff of something far stronger than alcohol. His potent musk, wafting off his armpit which was dangerously close to my snout. I instantly felt my cage tighten as my dick struggled to get hard.

"So glad you're joining us on this trip, you know? Us first years have to stick together." The bull continued, oblivious to the effect his musk was having on me and my caged dick.

"I'm... I'm a sophomore. You know that." I said, breathing in more of his rich earthy scent, my nose inching closer and closer to his pit.

He burst out laughing, his body warm against mine, and his hand slipped lower down on my back, till it was resting right above the waistband of my shorts.

"True, true. You're just so small I forget. But either way, it's both our first times going. That's exciting! We've got to stick together."

I was about to respond but felt his hand slip down the back of my shorts and underwear. I was wearing a jockstrap, like I usually did nowadays, and so there was nothing to stop his meaty hand to start grabbing and playing with my ass.

"Y-yeah. It'll be a new experience for both of us." I said, trying not to blush. I shifted around to let him reach better, shimmying my shorts until my ass was fully exposed.

Getting groped like this was not an uncommon experience for me. Randall may have made my holes off-limits, but that didn't mean the team couldn't have fun with me in other ways. Most members, however, really only cared about pounding my holes and so largely ignored me unless Randall let them fuck me. Compared to that, Earl was downright romantic, despite his generally gruff exterior. We had gotten quite close over the past few months, even discovering a few shared interests beyond wrestling.

"There'll be a lot of new experiences for you this weekend, just you wait." He said with a smirk.

Before I could ask what he meant by that, his other hand pulled down the front of my shorts, tossing them to the ground and leaving me in nothing but my jockstrap.

"Earl!" I hissed under my breath, trying to cover myself with my hands.

"Whaaat, nothing none of us haven't seen before." He said, leaning in and blocking the rest of the bus from view.

With any luck, people would think we were just talking. And I did have to admit, it was quite intimate. But a bus was just too public, even if it was just our team and the bus driver on board. Luckily we were towards the back of the bus. I craned my head and peeked over the seat in front of me. We were far enough back in the bus that the driver shouldn't be able to see us clearly and nobody else was paying us any mind. I sank back in my seat and let Earl fondle me.

"That's a good bitch." He whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my neck.

He reached into the pouch of my jockstrap and I moaned as his thick fingers teased the bars of my cage. I bucked my hips and pushed up against his hand without even thinking, my body acting on its own. My need, my hornines, was too much. He kept teasing my dick, stimulating it until I was uncontrollably leaking precum like a faucet, and moaning each time he touched me.

"What a needy bitch." Earl said disapprovingly and gave my balls a sharp squeeze before removing his hand from my pouch, his fingers slick with precum.

"Please." I whined, looking up at the much bigger bull.

"You're so cute when you beg." He said, giving my ass a squeeze and pulling me into a deep kiss.

The kiss took me by surprise at first but I relaxed into it, letting his tongue dominate mine as it entered my lips. He was gripping my ass so tightly he had almost lifted me completely off the seat, caught between his mouth and his hand, entirely at his mercy. It was at that time he decided to slip a finger into my asshole. His thick, meaty digit penetrated my ass and I moaned deeply. The whole time he did not break the kiss.

I slipped a hand into my jockstrap and started playing with my cage myself, but it wasn't the same. There was something about having a real man reach down and tease my locked cock that made it 100x more potent than anything I could do on my own.

Earl finally broke the kiss, and removed his finger from my ass. He stared down at me, panting, watching me play with myself with an intense gaze that made me uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"You think you can get away with playing with yourself while you leave me horny and denied?" He leaned in close and whispered. "I don't think so."

He slipped out of his shorts, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, his erection very apparent. He picked me up as easily as if I were a toy and plopped me down on his lap, my exposed ass pressing against his dick. The only thing stopping that cock from going into my ass was a thin layer of cotton.

I was blushing furiously at this point, covering the pouch of my jockstrap with my paws, even though it barely helped.

"That's a good bitch." Earl cooed in my ear, his hot breath tickling me and causing me to squirm in my lap.

No matter how I shifted or moved, his hard dick ground in between my ass cheeks, teasing my needy hole. His hands slipped under my shirt, rubbing against the short fur of my belly, before gripping each of my sides in a hand and pushing my down on his lap as he ground his barely covered dick against me. I tried my best not to move, not only because every time I did one of us let out an involuntary groan or grunt of pleasure, but also because I really didn't want to accidentally poke him in the eye with my antlers. They could be unwieldy at the best of times, least of all during sex.

"Please..." I moaned as he rocked me back and forth on his lap. I did my best to stay quiet and not draw attention to myself, but it was becoming harder and harder.

"You're such a needy, whiny little bitch. Let's shut you up." Earl growled in my ear before shoving a few of his thick fingers down my throat. I almost gagged, but luckily I had plenty of practice sucking on things far larger than a few fingers.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I gave in and just let him control me, using me like a sex toy to stimulate himself with. By now I was used to being denied, but Earl took it to the next level. At first he had just roughly fucked me. Dropping his load in my hole and barely acknowledging me at all. But now, he loved nothing more than to tease me, to dangle the possibility of fucking but never follow through. Even when he had permission to fuck me, he'd sometimes pass it up just to watch me squirm. You never know how much you want cock until it's less than inch away from your hole, teasing you, promising a wild ride, but never delivering. I think he enjoyed that aspect of it more than the actual sex. Watching me squirm, knowing that he was in full control and would take things as fast or as slow as he wanted.

"Hey! Slut! You'd better not be fucking back there." A sharp voice cut through my sex-adled mind and my eyes snapped open.

Randall was standing in the aisle of the bus staring back at us disapprovingly. The rest of the team was watching us, a few with their phones out, filming me and Earl, and almost all of them clearly aroused. Even Randall was struggling to hide an erection, his sweatpants clearly tented.

"You know how it is, captain, if I didn't play with him now, the bitch would be begging for it the whole weekend." Earl said, lifting me off his lap and plopping me back in my seat. He sounded completely nonchalant, as if he was just doing a job and we had not shared an incredibly intimate moment. But the large wet stain on his underwear told a different story.

For the rest of the bus ride I sat in the back in nothing but my jockstrap and shirt, pleasuring myself as best as I could, trying in vain to capture even a fragment if the pleasure I had felt when Earl was groping me. But no matter how much I played with my cage, I couldn't get close to how I felt with him. By the time we made it to the gym, I was horny and frustrated beyond belief. Luckily I was able to find my shorts and cover up my precum soaked jockstrap, but I could do nothing to mask the stench of arousal.

We unloaded our bags into our team's assigned locker room. Well, I say we, but most of the team just dumped their bags in my arms and let me deal with it. It seemed that despite my participation in this tournament, my status as team bitch wasn't going anywhere.

The gym was state of the art, nothing like the dingy thing we competed in back home. People were milling about the entrance, and running to and from, wrestlers from other schools waiting for the tournament to start.

After unloading all our bags, I headed back to the bus to meet the team. We entered the building together and ran into Devon, the wolf who started me on the path to being a total slut in the first place. He was wearing our school colors and his signature confident smirk. When he noticed us, his smirk grew even wider and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Even just a look from the wolf was enough to make me feel weak and powerless.

"There's my little bitch." He said when he saw me, eliciting some low "oooos" and chuckles from my team.

The whole team knew about our arrangement, how even though they could fuck me, Devon was my master who I had to obey in all things. Still, I couldn't stop myself from blushing.

I was glad he was going to be here for this. It was a big deal for me and knowing he'd be there in the crowds, cheering me on, really helped. Also, since it was unofficial and at another school, he was one of the only non-team members from our school to show up, and I think the rest of the team would appreciate him being there too.

"I'll let you two catch up, but I expect to see you in the locker room soon, Lou." Randal clapped me on the back. "And Devon, so glad you could be here to witness this."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." The wolf smiled and winked at our captain.

The rest of the team filled past, giving us leering looks. Earl gave me an affectionate squeeze of my ass. Once they had all gone I turned to Devon.

"I can't wait to see you out there on the mat. Getting tossed around by men twice your size." Devon said with a hungry grin.

"Everyone's expecting me to do better than last time, but what if I can't do it? What if I'm just a failure?" I said, unable to meet my master's eyes.

"You are already perfect at what you do best, being a fuckmeat slut for real men to get off to. Anything else you do is just icing on the cake."

I couldn't tell if Devon thought that would cheer me up or if he just really liked rubbing in how much of a slut I was.

"How about this, if you need some motivation to do well. If you get in the top 50% I'll let you cum. And if you manage to win, I'll let you unlock."

My head snapped up to look at him, a million thoughts flying through my head. He'd only let me cum a few times before, and it had been almost 2 months since the last time. And getting to unlock... No doubt he thought it would be impossible for me to win, but if there was a chance I could get out of this horrible cage I needed to take it.

"Are you sure...?" I asked tentatively.

"If you don't want to cum, that's fine. I like keeping you horny." The wolf said with a wicked smile that bared his fangs.

"No! I do, I want to. I won't let you down!"

"Before you go, I need you to do one last thing." I could tell from the gleam in the wolf's eye that whatever it was, I wasn't going to like it. "Kiss my shoes." He said, wiggling one of his sneakers around.

"What? But there are people around." I said, looking quickly around. While it was by no means crowded, a few people milled about the hallway and the occasional wrestler walked through.

"That's not my problem." The wolf said. "You're my slave, and you do what I say. Or have you forgotten your place? Too busy fooling around with the hunks at school to spare aby time for your master."

"No, I know you are my master, it's just..."

"If you don't, you'll never get to cum. You'll never get this." Devon pulled something out that I had not seen in months. Not since I locked my cock up. The key to my chastity cage. My eyes went wide as he twirled the small, delicate key between his claws. To think something so small could have completely changed my life.

Reluctantly, I sank to my knees and quickly planted a kiss on each of his shoes.

"What the fuck?" I heard a gruff voice behind me and fear shot through my body.

I quickly clambered to my feet and turned around to see a large alligator standing there, in shorts and a tight blue tank top with the logo of our biggest rival, the Alpine Lions.

"Uh I- I was- I just- I-" I stammered, blushing so hard I thought my fur would catch on fire from the heat.

"Do you have a problem with my slave?" Devon said, eyeing the large reptile confrontationally.

"Freaks." The gator muttered under his breath, making sure to slam into me on his way past, knocking me to the floor.

"Are you okay?" Devon helped me to my feet. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" He inspected me while I waved off his help.

"I'm fine." I said, my face still burning from the shame.

"Some people don't know how to show proper respect." Devon said, looking genuinely angry.

"I really need to get going." I said. "Thank you for coming, Devon, it really means a lot." I gave him a quick kiss goodbye and went on my way.

I hurried away, trying not to focus on that asshole of a gator, and instead looked for my team. I jogged to the locker room and found my team in various states of undress.

"Hurry up and get changed, Lou, we start soon." Randal said. The lion was wearing his red singlet, the thin fabric gripping his body tightly and accentuating every curve and muscle, his thick mane spilling out of the top. I stole a peek at his groin and saw the outline of his dick, impressively large even when flaccid.

"Hey, Lou!" He snapped his fingers. "Stop staring and get moving."

"Uh, of course, captain, sorry."

Changing was a difficult enough task on the best of days thanks to my antlers. But it was made even more difficult by the fact that I was caged. Despite the past few months, I was still incredibly shy about others seeing my cage, especially when changing. I know it made no sense. I was perfectly happy to have them fuck my every which way, but when it came to getting undressed, if someone else was watched my hands shook from the embarrassment and humiliation. It didn't help that the rest of the team was watching me, seeming to delight in my discomfort, giving me no privacy whatsoever. Even if I turned my back on them, that would just leave my ass, exposed and practically naked in my jockstrap. My shirt got stuck on my antlers like it always does and I made an even bigger fool of myself as I thrashed around, trying to extricate myself.

When all was said and done, I had put on quite the show for my team, but was in my singlet. The other issue was that my singlet was very tight, especially around the groin. If you knew what to look for, then my cage was plain to see. Maybe not to those in the stands, but to my opponents it would crystal clear that I was nothing but a fucktoy.

"It's been a tough season for us all, but I'm thoroughly impressed with everyone's progress." Randall said once everyone is finished changing. "If there's any team here today that's going to win that trophy, it's us. I guarantee it." He gave a toothy grin. "Alright team. Let's go out there and kick some butt."

We filed into the gym as a team and got our assignments. We had been randomly assigned opponents, and several matches would be happening simultaneously. The gym floor had rows and rows of mats, with referees standing around waiting to get started. I scanned the sparse crowd of fans and found my wolf, watching us with curiosity and excitement. I wouldn't let him down. Not just because I wanted to cum, although that was a big part of it, but because I had worked hard for this and I wasn't giving up without a fight.

My first few matches went pretty well. I was up against opponents who were generally my same size and weight, and won more matches than I lost. Several of my opponents let out shocked gasps when they saw or felt that I had a chastity cage, but it ended up working to my advantage, as their momentary hesitation usually was enough for me to cinch a victory. My tiny pink chastity cage was turning out to be my secret weapon. That was, until the end of the day, my final match, against the best wrestler on the Alpine Lions, the gator I had run into earlier.

I knew he was large, but in a tight blue singlet he looked massive. The cloth barely covered him, leaving his bulging pecs on full display. I tried not to stare, but I felt my cage start to dribble some precum. But I couldn't be distracted, not if I wanted to win.

When he saw that I would be his opponent he burst out laughing. It was a low throaty laugh that I felt in my bones more than heard with my ears. He had already decided he was the winner and didn't co skder me a threat at all. We walked up to each other to start our match and with one swipe from his large tail he was able to knock me off my feet. I was off to a very bad start.

I got to my feet and dropped into a low defensive position. He lunged, but I dodged his grapple. I slammed into the off balance gator and knocked him off his feet. With remarkable agility, he managed to get back up and lunged for me once more. This time he connected, wrapping an arm between my legs to try and hold me down. His groping hand landed right on my chastity cage.

"I knew you were a freak, but... fuck. How pathetic are you?" The gator said, his hand grabbing my caged junk.

"Oh yeah? Is that why you're hard?" I said breathlessly.

"What? I-" the gator faltered and I seized the opening to twist out of his grasp.

He growled down at me, his erect cock barely contained by his singlet, bouncing around with every step he took.

For the rest of the match he was sloppy and slow. The only time he managed to pin me down I got a face full of gator dick, which I really can't complain about. When we finished our set, he stared across the mat at me, fully erect but looking absolutely disgusted.

When the ref announced that I had won, the alligator's look of disgust turned to one of outrage.

"That's no fair, he cheated!" He roared, screaming in the refs face.

"If you continue to challenge my rulling, you will be disqualified." The ref shot back.

That shut the gator up, but he still stated at me across the mat with a look of hatred.

"You'll regret this." He snarled at me.

Shortly after that, the rest of the matches concluded and I met back up with my team. We awaited for the results with baited breath. Due to the nature of the tournament, it was hard to tell how well were doing overall.

Unfortunately, our hopes were dashed when we saw the logo of another school appear on the screen. A little ways away, a group of wrestlers in purple uniforms burst into cheers and hollers. They then released the individual standings of everyone in the tournament, and to everyone's surprise, I not only beat put over half the competition, but I did better than everyone on the team save Randall.

"Way to go, Lou!" Earl cheered.

I could hardly believe it. I had been training nonstop, but I hadn't ever expected to do this well. I didn't even care that not winning meant I would stay locked, I was just proud of what I had managed to do.

Even Devon was proud of me. He rushed off the sidelines to greet us and pulled me into a deep hug. I nuzzled his mane, and breathed in his scent. I felt safe in his arms.

"This means you've earned an orgasm." Devon said with a genuine smile. "First thing once we get back to campus, I'm treating you to a date with your vibrator."

I blushed even more at that, but couldn't keep from smiling.

"Why don't you go back to the locker room early, Lou. I know you like extra time to change, given your antlers. And then, we celebrate!"

"Thanks captain." I said. "I'll sew you soon." I said to my wolf and gave him a kiss.

I headed to the locker room, humming to myself. It was empty and I was about to start undressing when someone else joined me in the room

"You! You think you can humiliate me on the mat like that and get away with it!" A yell came from the other side of the locker room, and there in the doorway was the gator.

Suddenly, my excitement was doused with cold fear.

"You're not allowed-" I tried to say, but he quickly closed the distance between us and slammed a fist against the locker next to me, shutting me up.

"And you've been promising your ass to the victors like some cheap whore. I should be at the top of that scoreboard. That victory should be mine. That ass should be mine."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I manage to squeak out.

"Bullshit. You're just a fucking bitch. I bet you've been dying to choke on my cock since you saw me." The gator reached down and gripped his semi hard cock through his singlet.

"Yeah? Is this what you want, bitch?"

"I think you should go." I said. "My team will be here soon and-"

"What? Afraid of a little audience?" The gator leaned in even closer, his powerful jaws dangerously close to my neck. "Like they aren't fucking you every chance they get."

"Actually, we only fuck him if we win." A voice came from behind the gator. Randall was here. "And you lost."

"He cheated! That ass belongs to me!" The gator snarled at the lion.

I used the moment to slip out from under him and survey the room. My team had arrived, with Randall at the head.

"My ass belongs to nobody, thank you very much. Except for my master." I said defiantly.

"Uh, actually..." Randall said, not meeting my eyes.

"You didn't."

"Well..." Randall looked around sheepishly. "We thought it would be a fun reward. If you can beat Lou, you can fuck him. Getting to fuck you worked so well to motivate our team, we thought everyone else would jump at the opportunity to get a piece of your ass. And you deserved a reward as well, for all the progress you made. I thought about getting you a commemorative plate or something, but getting fucked by half the teams in our league seemed more up your alley. So i let everyone know that if they did better than you, they could have a go at your ass."

"So where are they?"

"Uhhh...." It was Randall's turn to blush this time. "They told me I was being weird and creepy and asked me to leave. Apparently not everyone is as horny as us."

"Except this horn dog." One of my teammates laughed, pointing at the erect gator.

"Who are you calling horny, freak?!" The gator snarled.

"Hey. Calm down." Randall snapped.

I took a moment to collect myself. For all his boasts and threats, the gator hadn't made any moves against me now that there were others in the room. And I'd be lying if I said wrestling hadn't made my cage feel tighter than it had been in months.

"There's no reason he can't join in on the fun." I said. "He can have my ass, if he wants it. As long as he admits he lost to me, fair and square."

The gator growled at me, a look of disgust on his face.

"And that he'll never be half the wrestler I am." I added for good measure.

"You fucking bitch!" He grew even angrier and swiped a claw at me.

"Hey! Those are the terms, take them or leave them." Randall said, stepping between me and him.

The gator spat on the ground, anger roiling beneath the surface of his face. After some time he calmed down and finally spoke.

"Fine. The bitch beat me. And if that means I'm half the wrestler he is, then so be it."

Randall nodded and stepped aside. A look of hunger and unbridled lust crossed over the gator's face and he stomped over to me. He stood a good few feet taller than me and a single one of his arms was thicker than my neck.

"But he's less than half the man I am." He reached out and grabbed me by the neck, lifting me off the ground and pinning me to the wall with ease. "Less than the dirt beneath my feet." He snarled, his hot stinking breath in my face.

I squirmed in his grasp. He was gripping my tightly, enough that I felt it but not so hard that I had trouble breathing. I could tell that he was restraining himself, showing that with even just a fraction of his power, he could dominate me completely.

"Now why don't you admit that?" He said, slowly squeezing tighter.

"I... I..." glancing over at Randall I could see him tense, ready to intervene at a moment's notice. But when he saw me looking at him he smirked.

"Well? Tell him the truth." The lion raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not a patient man, little doe." The gator huffed in my face.

With his other hand, he dragged his claw across the front of my singlet, slicing it and my jockstrap underneath open as if they were a sheet of paper. My caged dick popped put of the tear, the tight pink cage on display for all to see. Despite my precarious situation, a steady dribble of precum came from the cage, and I gasped as the gator's rough hand brushed up against my dick through the bars.

"If you are seriously going to tell me you're just as much of a man with this-" his hand closed around my caged dick and balls and squeezed. "-around you dick, then I want to hear you say it to my face."

He lifted me up higher on the wall, his hand still around my neck. My antlers made a horrible sound as they scraped against the wall

"No, it's no longer a dick anymore is it?" He released my balls. "Just a-" he slapped my balls, hard enough to make me gasp. "-pitiful-" again came the slap, harder this time. "-worthless-" slap "-useless-" slap "-disgusting-" slap "-tiny-" slap "-little nub." He brought his down once more on my balls, making me cry out.

It was enough to bring tears to my eyes, and to my horror, cause precum to spurt from dick repeatedly.

"Go on, tell me you're a real man with a real man's cock." The gator challenged me.

"I'm nothing but a hole for men." I gasped. "With a useless little nub."

I was rewarded with a glob of spit in my face. The gator released me and let me fall to the floor.

"Well there you have it." He boasted to the room. "Even if he managed to beat me, he'll never have what really matters." He stepped over me and grabbed his dick through his singlet, squeezing it and laughing. "So let's teach this bitch a lesson about what it means to be a man."

"Ah, I see my bitch has found his rightful place on the floor once more." A voice I instantly recognized called out. Devon. How long had he been there? Had he seen the whole thing?

"Master, what are you doing here?" I blurted out.

"Isn't it obvious? I came to see you get fucked. I'll admit, you letting this gator here fuck you, even though you beat him, just proves what I've been saying all along. That you're nothing but a slut for real men."

"Hell yeah." The gator huffed in agreement.

"I think I might have misjudged you." Devon said, and struck up a conversation with the alligator.

I laid slumped on the floor as my master and the gator who was about to ruin me started talking. I couldn't quite hear everything they were saying but they seemed to be hitting it off well, despite how poorly their first meeting went. The rest of my team was undressing, not bothering to hide their elections or their lustful intentions. Randall sauntered over to me and stood over me, his cock swinging freely. He looked as majestic as could be, his beautiful mane flowing around his face. The fact that he reeked of sweat only made it better.

"How're you doing, little buddy? Ready to have your hole destroyed?" The lion asked me. I stared up at his large feline cock and nodded. "Well... I might as well take advantage of that throat, while the boys are still talking."

The lion squatted over me and shoved his semihard dick in my mouth. I initially gagged, but soon started sucking him off. I shifted to a more comfortable position against the wall and soon Randall was pumping in and out of my mouth. He pushed his dick as far back in my throat as it would go, gagging me. I tried to pull back but I was up against the wall and couldn't get off his dick. He took full advantage of that, and continued to skullfuck me, his dick easily sliding in and out of my throat. My whole vision was taken up by his body, my world consisting only of his dick sliding into my throat, his balls slapping against my chin, and his musky pubes being shoved in my nose with each thrust of his hips.

"Fuck, I've forgotten how good your throat feels." The lion moaned. "So smooth and warm and... ugh." He started fucking me harder, and his legs started to shake. He started moaning incoherently and shuddering, no longer able to keep a rhythm or pattern in the way he fucked me. Finally, with a load roar that turned into a moan, I felt his load shoot down my throat. His dick continued spurting his seed as he pulled out, so that it splashed all over my face and ruined singlet.

"Fuck you look so cute like that." The lion said.

"He really does." Devon agreed.

I hadn't been able to see the room when Randall had been fucking me, but now that he had moved aside I could see everyone, Devon included, watching me. All of them had stripped down to just their underwear and a few were fully nude.

"Looks like the boys are ready for you." The lion said, smearing the last of his cum into my fur.

"Alright bitch, ready for the best dick of your miserable life?" The gator was lathering his cock up with a healthy amount of lube. Even so, it was so big that it wouldn't be easy to fit in my hole, even with all my practice taking cock.

He lifted me up off the ground so that I was sandwiched between him and the wall, his dick squeezing between my ass cheeks. My head was pushed awkwardly into his large, scaly pecs.

As soon as the tip pressed up against my hole, I knew I was right. This was going to hurt. The gator gripped me in his rough, scaly hands, and thrust into me as far as he could go. I let out a half cry, half moan, which seemed to only encourage him, as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. His hands felt warm against my short fur, and the way he gripped my hips would normally make me swoon. If he wasn't also trying to rip me in half with his dick.

I felt each thrust through my entire body, powerful enough to shake the wall behind me. I felt oddly safe, squished up against him. His strong arms held and supported me as he pounded my tight hole, and his chest was warm against my fur. The rest of the locker room was out of view, and so all I could see and feel was him. And smell. He gave over a powerful odor that you only got after extensively working out. I felt almost content in his arms. He shifted his position so he was supporting me with just one arm. He was strong enough to hold me with just one arm, but with the other arm he held out something that made my brain short circuit. The key to my chastity cage.

"Wha- how did you get that!?" I blurted out once my mind finally started working again.

"I decided, since you and your new gator friend were getting along so well, I'd let him decide what to do with it." I heard Devon say from behind the gator.

Fear gripped my body and I could barely move.

"No, no, no, no. You didn't. You can't." The words came spilling out, but I knew it was already too late.

"That's not for you to decide, slave. If you make him happy, he might take pity on you. If not, then, well, there's always next year." Devon said.

"How does it feel, slut? To know your future is in my hands." The gator said, leering over me. The key looked tiny in his hand, a delicate thing he could crush with not much thought.

"No, please, I'll do anything." I pleaded, looking up at him with the biggest doey eyes that I could. "Please." I begged.

"Oh fuck." He moaned, and his hips bucked, slamming me hard against the wall. "Beg harder for me."

"Please let me have my key. Please don't do anything to it. I'll do anything. I'll be your personal fuckhole, anytime you want."

"Fuck, I can see why you keep him around." The alligator moaned, his face overtaken with lust. "Nothing gets my dick harder than a desperate, begging, bitch."

"Please sir. You are twice the man I am. A hundred times the man I am. I see that now. Just please give me my key."

"You want it? Sure, you can have it."

He pounded me harder and harder, and, to my surprise, inserted the key in the lock to my cage. My breath caught in my throat. Could he mean to unlock it...? I let hope fill me up, almost as much as his cock was. I would be able to cum! For real this time, not the painfully unfulfilled orgasms I managed while caged.

"Oh thank you sir, thank you. I will do everything I can to thank you."

"Time to shut up." He grunted, and with his free hand he reached out and wrapped it around my long snout, forcing my mouth closed.

His thrusts got faster and faster, more and more animalistic. With each thrust my chastity cage quivered and I worried that the key would fall out. But I didn't dare touch it, not unless this was some kind of test. I would wait until he unlocked me.

I could feel his dick start to swell and I knew he was close. His eyes glinted with cruelty and I felt my hope quickly replaced with fear. As he continued to pound me he lifted his hand from my snout and reached down, and with one last self satisfied smirk, he snapped the key off in the lock. The bottom fell out of my stomach and I let out a choked cry.

My desperation was enough to push him over the edge, and with a roar he unloaded into my guts. I felt my insides swell and the pressure on my prostate grow, and after a few rough pounds I felt my own balls grow tight. I let out my own roar, nothing but a pitiful moan when compared to his, and my whole body shook as I spurted out a frustrating orgasm.

Tears welled in my eyes and I couldn't tell if it was from the fact my dick was now permanently locked away, or from the intensity of my orgasm. Or, perhaps, relief. Relief that the thing I had been dreading happening since I had been locked up finally happened. I didn't have to worry that Devon would one day decide to keep me locked up forever, because that day had already come. And despite my worst fears, the world hadn't ended.

Everything else happened in a daze. The rest of my team used my thoroughly gaping hole, even Randall took another go at me. But all I could think of was my now permanently locked cock. I replayed the moment in mind, over and over. The snap of the key in the lock. And how I had had the most intense orgasm I ever experienced. And I knew no orgasm I ever had in the future would ever compare to that one. Nothing could ever feel more intense than knowing I'd never be erect ever again. That my dick would never be free. That my role a slut for men was absolute. Final. The gator was right. All I had was a useless nub, and I had absolutely no choice in the matter.

The only people not to fuck me were Earl and my master. My master said that he could fuck me any time he wanted, and that he enjoyed watching other people fuck me more than enough. Earl, on the other hand, just wanted to tease me.

When it was his turn to fuck me, the bull walked up to me, lying in a pool of sweat and cum, and prodded my locked cock with his hoof. He pressed down on the cage with the hoof, hard enough for me to really feel it, while he stood over me and jerked off.

"Right were you belong." He smirked, and pressed down even harder on my nub. "I think I'm going enjoy you being permalocked. I'm going to enjoy it a lot."

The look he gave me was full of possessiveness and lust. Unlike on the bus, in this moment he saw me not as a friend but a piece of property, and object for him to use. He eased off my cage with his hoof and gave my cage a soft tap with his hoof.

"You're nice and safe now, just how I like it. Now you can play with yourself as much as you want, you're never coming out of there. Heh. The only thing coming out of that is going to be your weak, useless seed."

He continued jerking off above me, his massive bovine balls swinging above my face. I sat up and licked them, tasting salt and sweat, and breathing in the potent musk. He mooed in appreciation as my tongue lapped at his heavy sack. I was careful to angle my head so my antlers did not hit him. His musk was familiar and calming, a safe space away from the chaotic events of the day. I worshiped his balls and tried to forget about everything that happened, instead focusing only on the bull in front of me.

"Heh. You're still the same old Lou." He huffed. "And knowing you, you won't want to miss my load." He gripped my antlers and pulled me back, aiming the tip of his thick cock at my snout. With a loud moo he ejaculated all over my face and muzzle.

"There you go. Now you look perfect."

"He looks fucking pathetic." The gator spat with a sneer.

"Yeah, like I said, perfect." Earl said, smearing his cum into my fur with his dick.

"Whatever. I'm out of here." The gator huffed.

"See you next year... freak." The gator said, but this time it was different. He didn't sound friendly, exactly, but I could tell he was looking forward to fucking me again.

As the gator walked away, the rest of my team and Devon gathered around me. Devon helped me to my feet. Another team member offered me a change of clothes, and I shrugged off my shredded singlet and did the best to clean the cum from my fur.

"I would call that quite the successful tournament." Randall said, clapping his hands together. "Good work, everyone."

"It's a shame we didn't win the Victor's Cup." I sighed.

"Who needs a stupid old trophy when we have you." Randall said

"But I didn't do that well." I squeaked.

"Hey! You did better than half the people here. Better than most of our team, for sure. If anyone deserves a trophy, it's you."

"In all my years of wrestling, I've never seen a player improve as quickly as you." Earl grunted in approval.

"You've only been wrestling for one year." I said.

"That doesn't make it any less true." Randall said.

"Three cheers for the team bitch!" Someone shouted out, and soon the whole team was cheering for me.

I was blushing, and for once it wasn't from embarrassment. A few of my teammates hoisted me onto their shoulders and carried me around, hollering at the top of their lungs, as if I was the championship trophy. I couldn't help but join in, screaming as loud as I could before devolving into a laughing fit. Randall was right, who needed a stupid trophy- or a stupid little key for that matter- when I had the world's greatest team right here.