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"Did you get that?" Collin asked Hamza, his voice breathless with satisfaction.

"All of it," the young elk confirmed, his own breathing uneven with excitement.

When the leopard finally began to soften and pull out, it was the sounds rather than the sensation of his barbs that made the wolf wince. Though his barbs scraped Trent's sensitive passage one final time the wolf bit back a whimper as the leopard's seed immediately began to leak from his abused entrance, trickling down his inner thighs.

He didn't realize how much of the other male's cum he'd taken until he'd heard it actually squirt the moment the grip of his pucker on the length of feline flesh loosened, which wasn't nearly as bad as feeling the warm, gooey mess gush from his ass once the tip of Collin's cock slipped out.

"Look at that mess," Collin chuckled, giving Trent's rump a possessive pat. The leopard stuck a digit into his colleague's formerly taut hole. He gave it a twirl before withdrawing his paw and looking at the thick cum covering his fur. Satisfied he nonchalantly wiped the mess of cum and other fluids off on Trent's rump fur. "Marked inside and out now. Here, get a good shot at this. I want wolfy to see what this ass of his was made for…" the leopard gloated, and as the young buck obediently shuffled to get a shot of Trent's behind the wolf felt strong thumbs dig into his cheeks before they were pried apart. After Collin had pulled out Trent had tried to tighten his pucker on instinct, trying to hide his shame even of it meant hiding the leopard's load inside him. But unfortunately having a huge feline cock up one's ass leaves even the most experienced bottom bitch gaping, and Trent was far from experienced. Regardless, the spotted cat was determined to rob him of any remaining shred of dignity, mauling his ass as he spread it as wide as he could, until Trent could feel himself drooling the feline spunk as it soaked into his fur and trickled down his own sack.

Hamza watched with fascinated horror, his own arousal evident as he stroked himself idly now. All sense of modestly having fled as he casually went between recording the Trent's struggling sphincter and his own throbbing length. "Are you going to make him...you know?"

Collin chuckled, his breathing still heavy as he savored the aftermath of his climax. "Oh, I think our straight-laced wolf deserves a reward for taking it so well, don't you?"

Without warning, the leopard reached around and grasped Trent's neglected shaft, giving it a firm stroke before letting go. The wolf's body jerked at the contact, a strangled whine escaping his throat.

“Nah, that'd be gay" The leopard smirked.

Trent's ears flattened against his skull, rage and humiliation battling within him as Collin's mocking laughter filled the room. The wolf's cock twitched traitorously at the momentary contact, betraying his body's response despite his mind's revulsion. When Collin finally released his grip on Trent's ass, the wolf wobbled and collapsed onto the floor. His legs felt like jelly, unable to support his weight as he curled instinctively into himself, trying to hide his vulnerability. A side effect of the sudden pressure on his nether region was the stream of cum forced out of his hole.

Trent's breath come out in ragged pants. The burning shame in his gut warred with the treacherous arousal still coursing through his veins. His cock hadn't softened despite the degradation—if anything, it throbbed more insistently now, dripping a steady stream of pre onto the floor beneath him.

"Look at him," Collin laughed, running a paw down Trent's spine. "Still hard as a rock after taking my load. What do you think that says about our big, tough agent?"

“You know, I've only ever seen this much cum in porn…" the buck said, the awe in his voice making it obvious he was staring at Trent's freshly used ass.

“Yeah, that what a happy slut looks like…" came the reply from the leopard behind him just before a claw pushed all too easily past the lupine pucker to stir the mess inside again. “Still plenty tight though. So, you happy just getting blown or do you want a turn on this?" Collin actually asked, slipping a second one in and using the two digits to pry Trent's sore ring open.

The wolf couldn't meet their eyes. Every fiber of his being wanted to fight back, to reclaim some shred of the authority he'd wielded just hours ago. But his limbs felt leaden, his will sapped by the violation and the confusing signals his body kept sending.

“I dunno… I never really found men attractive…" the young elk replied, but to the wolf's horror there was not even a hint of rejection or disgust in his voice at what the big cat was proposing.

“What male? Don't let these fool you…" the leopard said, cupping Trent's sack, giving them a firm tug, and smearing his cum all over the fuzzy pouch “… this is a bitch. You said so yourself, he feels like and looks like a wolfess. Would a male be on all fours with his tail in the air and letting me finger-fuck him like this?" he asked, continuing his brazen violation of the messy lupine tail-hole as its owner once again lost all focus.

Trent clenched his jaw, trying to maintain what little dignity he had left. He could feel Collin's digits probing inside him, stirring the mess of leopard seed that filled his passage. The sensation was revolting yet his body continued to betray him, his erection bobbing heavily between his thighs as Collin expertly flicked his prostate repeatedly.

"See how his hole's gripping my paw?" Collin demonstrated, spreading them apart inside Trent. "That's an invitation if I ever saw one." He smirked in satisfaction as he made Trent's cock bob and weave against his will.

Hamza stepped closer, his own erection fully visible now. The young elk's inexperience was evident in the way he hesitated, hooves fidgeting at his sides.

Trent's mind was spinning, unable to process how low he'd fallen. The fact that Collin was talking about him like this—trying to convince the ambassador's son to use him too—was beyond humiliating. He'd sworn an oath to protect Hamza, not be passed around like some cheap toy.

"I don't know," Hamza said, hesitation in his voice as he stroked himself. "I've never...fucked a guy before"

"First time for everything," Collin replied, his digits still working Trent's abused entrance. "Besides, like I said, this isn't a male anymore. This is just a warm, tight hole waiting to be used."

The wolf wanted to protest, to tell the young elk this wasn't right, but shame, and the sharp claws on his sack, kept his muzzle shut. He'd already been thoroughly degraded—what would it matter if he took another? His career was over regardless. The moment that video got out, everything he'd worked for would be gone.

"What do you think, wolf?" Collin asked, giving Trent's tail a sharp tug. "You want the ambassador's son to have a go at you too?"

Trent remained silent, his body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion, shame, and unwanted arousal. He shook his head no, but the Collin was blocking the elk's view.

"I'll take that as a yes," the leopard chuckled, motioning for Hamza to come closer. "Come on, kid. I've done all the hard work breaking him in."

The young elk approached cautiously, his own arousal evident.

"I...I've never seen someone so...easy," Hamza said, his voice thick with arousal as he moved closer.

Trent closed his eyes, wishing he could disappear. His body still quivered from Collin's assault, the mess between his legs growing cold as it continued to leak from him. He tried to summon resistance, to find some shred of dignity to cling to, but his strength had abandoned him along with his pride.

"That's it," Collin encouraged, guiding the young elk into position. "Just line yourself up and push in. Trust me, after I've been in there, you'll slide right in."

Hamza's hooves trembled as they settled on Trent's hips. The wolf felt the blunt pressure of the elk's tip against his abused entrance, different from the leopard's barbed member but no less humiliating.

"I don't think I can—" Hamza started.

"Sure you can," Collin interrupted, moving behind the elk. "Here, let me help you." The leopard's spotted paw wrapped around the base of Hamza's shaft, guiding him forward.

"What if I hurt him?" the elk whispered.

"Trust me," Collin smirked. “He can take it. We've “trained" him haven't we?"

The words hit Trent harder than the rutting had. All his life he'd been not only secure in his masculinity, but the fact that he was everything a male should be – strong, a perfect professional, a husband to Claire and a step-father to Bryce. And yet everything the leopard had just said was true. He'd considered Collin an irresponsible loudmouth, someone who hadn't grown up past puberty and was still thinking with his dick. And yet if Trent was everything a male should strive to be, how come that immature jackass had just fucked him like the slut he was claiming Trent was?

The train of thought had him in such a firm grip that he hadn't heard the rest of the pair's conversation, hadn't felt it when the feline digits withdrew from his soiled tail-hole… but he did feel when something firm and warm pressed against the dripping ring, holding there for a split second before the wolf found his rear once again being invaded by what could only be another male's shaft.

"Just line yourself up and push in," Collin instructed, guiding the young elk into position. "My load will make it nice and slick for you."

“Unngghhhh, fuck!" came a groan from behind him, filling his ears just as a steel-hard length invaded his ass. And if matters could be any worse, that wasn't Collin's voice he was hearing. With the gusto of youth, Hamza tried to slam his whole length into the exhausted wolf.

Trent gasped, his claws digging into the floor as his body was forced to accommodate yet another intruder. The elk's cock was different from the leopard's—thicker at the base, with a pronounced flare at the tip that stretched him in new, uncomfortable ways.

"Oh gods, he's so tight," Hamza moaned, his inexperience evident in the way his hips jerked forward uncontrollably. "Even with all your... stuff in there."

"Told you," Collin purred, circling around to watch Trent's face. The leopard's expression was one of pure satisfaction as he crouched down to eye level with the wolf. "Look at that face. I think he likes it."

Trent turned his head away, unable to meet the feline's mocking gaze. The young elk behind him began to establish a rhythm, his hooves gripping Trent's hips with increasing confidence. Each thrust pushed more of Collin's seed out around Hamza's shaft, creating obscene squelching sounds that filled the room. With an especially hard thrust the elk bottomed out in Agent Walker's well worked ass.

The black wolf felt like someone had just gut-punched him as a massive cervine sack rested against his own soaked pouch. He guessed that Hamza's earlier lack of confidence had to do with the fact he was below average for an elk, which was probably the only reason Trent was able to take his brutal thrust without serious injury. He'd seen deer in the locker-room and even a stag seemed almost dainty when compared to a full-grown elk. But even his body was a bit on the slender side and his cock below average for a male of his species, it was still bigger than Collin's, to the point that even the leopard's brutal rutting hadn't quite loosened him up enough to make the buck's cock easy to take.

The young elk barely withdrew his cock the first few strokes, obviously too thrilled by the sensation of a warm, tight ass clenching around his shaft to want to pull more than a few inches out. But after a minute or so just grinding himself against the lupine rump didn't seem to be enough, and Trent could feel more and more of the smooth, steely length leaving his soiled tail-hole, only to be driven back in the sort of lightning-fast thrust only a stag could manage.

"Oh god," Hamza gasped, his rhythm faltering. "It's so... tight."

"That's it," Collin encouraged from beside them, filming the entire degrading scene. "Nice and slow at first. Let him feel every inch."

Hamza's grip on Trent's hips was tentative, nothing like the leopard's confident handling. The wolf could feel the young elk's inexperience in the jerky, uncoordinated thrusts, but that only made it worse. This wasn't just rutting—this was teaching the ambassador's son how to use another male.

"Better than any doe, right?" Collin chuckled, moving around to capture Trent's face. "Look at me, wolf. I want to see those eyes while the kid fucks you."

Trent kept his gaze fixed on the floor, refusing this final humiliation. But Collin grabbed his muzzle, forcing his head up.

"I said look at me," the leopard growled, pressing the phone close to capture every flicker of emotion on the wolf's face.

When Trent finally raised his eyes, the look of utter defeat in them made Collin's grin widen. The wolf's professional mask had completely shattered, replaced by raw, animal submission.

"Perfect," Collin purred. "This is going to be our little insurance policy. Anytime you think about reporting me or crossing me, remember I've got this."

Behind him, Hamza's thrusts grew more confident, the young elk finding his rhythm as he claimed Trent's body. The wolf's own erection remained painfully hard, bobbing with each thrust.

“No need to go easy on him, especially now that he's loose and slippery. See those muscles? You can rail him as hard as you want and he'll still be fine, so just let him have it…" the leopard said, and Trent knew just what kind of influence he had on Hamza at this point when the buck bucked his hips and drove every last inch into the stunned wolf's ass.

"Oh fuck, it's so good," Hamza groaned, his inexperienced hips finding a frantic rhythm. "He's like a glove!"

Hamza's inexperience showed in his erratic pace, but what he lacked in technique he made up for in enthusiasm. His hooves gripped Trent's hips with surprising strength as he drove into the wolf's already-abused passage.

"That's it," Collin encouraged, circling around to watch Trent's face. "Give it to him good."

Hamza adjusted his angle, and suddenly his next thrust hit something inside Trent that made the wolf's entire body jerk. A sound—half whine, half moan—escaped the lupine throat before he could stop it.

"There it is," Collin said triumphantly. "Hit that spot again."

The young elk obliged, his next thrust targeting the same place. Trent's back arched involuntarily, his body responding even as his mind retreated in shame.

"Oh gods, he's loving it," Hamza gasped, his confidence growing with each thrust that drew those unwilling sounds from the wolf beneath him. "His tail... it's wagging."

Trent hadn't even realized his tail had betrayed him, the bushy appendage swishing against Hamza's abdomen as the elk continued to pound against his prostate. He tried to force it still, but his body was no longer his own.

"Told you he was a natural bitch," Collin laughed, zooming in on Trent's face with the camera. "Look at those eyes rolling back. You're hitting all the right spots, kid."

The leopard's free paw moved to stroke Trent's muzzle in mock tenderness. "Who would've thought the big bad security agent would end up being such a good cock sleeve? Maybe this is what you were always meant for."

Trent wanted to bite that paw, to snap his jaws and show some resistance, but he couldn't summon the energy. Each thrust from the young elk sent jolts of unwanted pleasure coursing through him, his own neglected member leaking steadily onto the floor.

Hamza's thrusts became steadier, each one driving deeper than the last. Unlike the leopard's barbed length, the elk's smooth shaft glided more easily, but its greater girth stretched Trent in ways that made his eyes water. The sensation of being filled again so soon after Collin's brutal claiming was overwhelming.

"Oh god," Hamza gasped, his rhythm faltering as pleasure overtook him. "He feels amazing!"

"Told you," Collin smirked, capturing everything on his phone. "Nothing like a tight, willing hole."

Trent wanted to protest that he was neither tight nor willing at this point, but all that escaped his throat was a strangled groan as Hamza hit that spot inside him. The wolf's traitor cock bobbed heavily between his legs, still achingly hard despite his shame.

The young elk needed no further encouragement. His hooves gripped Trent's hips with surprising strength as he pounded into the wolf with the boundless energy of youth. Each thrust forced more of Collin's seed to leak out around Hamza's shaft, creating obscene squelching sounds that filled the room.

Trent's body rocked forward with each impact, his own cock swinging heavily beneath him. The elk's shaft was hitting that spot inside him with unerring accuracy, sending unwanted waves of pleasure through his system. He bit his lip, desperately trying to maintain what little dignity he had left.

"Look at his face," Collin directed, zooming in with the camera. "See how his eyes go all unfocused, how they're rolling back? That's what happens when they accept what they are."

Unfortunately the cock now sawing in and out of him was smooth, and without barbs raking his pucker on every pull-out there was nothing to take Trent's attention away from the way the cervine tip was nudging against his prostate, or how the thick length pressed against the nub when the buck hilted himself. With every hump of the young elk his own shaft slapped against his rock-hard abs, the red canine cock painfully hard as the mounted wolf found himself desperately fighting off what he knew was coming.

The pressure was building inside him, an unstoppable tide that Trent knew he couldn't fight much longer. His breathing became ragged, punctuated by involuntary whimpers that he couldn't suppress. The young elk's inexperienced yet enthusiastic thrusts had found a devastating rhythm, each one sending jolts of forbidden pleasure through his trembling form.

"I think he's close," Hamza gasped, his own voice thick with approaching climax. "He's getting tighter around me."

"Oh, this is too perfect," Collin purred, angling the camera to capture Trent's expression. "The big, tough wolf is about to cum from getting fucked. Make sure you get it all over yourself, wolfy. I want evidence."

Trent's claws scraped against the floor as he fought the inevitable. His jaws were clenched shut as tightly as his eyes, his whole body tense as he fought against the familiar surge. To his disgust Trent found himself desperately hoping the young elk rutting him would come as quickly as possible, hopefully soon enough to save him one last humiliation. His entire body shook with the effort to hold back, but the relentless assault on his prostate was too much. When the buck pushed in next time what little control he'd been clinging to slipped away and the wolf's head fell just in time to catch a rope of his own seed under his chin.

With a strangled howl that he tried desperately to silence, his resistance crumbled. His cock jerked violently between his legs, thick ropes of seed erupting from the tip to splatter across his chest and the floor beneath him.

“Holy… what the fuck?" the buck railing his gasped, and Trent knew why. He could feel his pucker clenching with every twitch of his nuts and every throb of his cock, milking the cervine length still pistoning in and out of his tail-hole. His ears folded at the thought that he was doing to the buck the same thing Claire would do to his own shaft whenever he tied with her.

"Fuck, he's actually cumming!" Collin crowed, his excitement evident as he moved around to capture Trent's face on camera. "Look at that! The straight-laced wolf is shooting his load from getting fucked in the ass! I've actually never seen a real, straight male, much less an alpha cum from getting his ass pounded"

Trent could only whimper as his body betrayed him completely, his cock pulsing as rope after rope of thick seed shot out of his cock. The constant pounding flung ropes of cum everywhere, onto the floor beneath him, all over his chest, and painting his face like a well decorated pastry. Each contraction of his muscles around Hamza's shaft made the young elk gasp and thrust harder, prolonging the wolf's unwanted orgasm.

The large wolf started to shiver as his seed continued to spurt onto the floor beneath him, his body convulsing with each pulse. Each of Hamza's thrusts pounded into his prostate, squeezing every last dribble of seed out of him. The shame of his climax burned hotter than any physical sensation, knowing that he'd been brought to orgasm by the very men he was sworn to protect and work alongside.

“You really made the bitch pop!" Collin crowed, making sure to capture every humiliating second on his phone. "Our pseudo-alpha wolf painting himself handsfree. That's what I call a natural-born bitch."

“Fuck… he's just milking me so good…"

“Don't worry about it, just bust your nut. Wolfy will clean his mess up when you're done…" he said.

Hamza's rhythm faltered as Trent's muscles clenched around him. "I'm gonna—I can't hold—" The young elk's words dissolved into a guttural groan as his hips jerked forward, burying himself to the hilt inside the trembling wolf.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum," Hamza panted, his rhythm becoming more erratic. The young elk's hooves dug deeper into Trent's hips as his thrusts became more desperate. “I'm—I can't—" Hamza stuttered, his whole body trembling as he began to empty himself inside the wolf.

"Do it," Collin encouraged, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Breed him like I did. Mark him inside."

Luckily for Trent the young elk didn't have a lot of stamina, and after having his cock milked by the climaxing lupine's pucker it didn't take long for him to reach his peak. "I can't... fuck it...why shouldn't I" Hamza gasped, his cervine cock swelling inside Trent's abused passage. With a final, powerful thrust, the young elk buried himself to the hilt and froze, his entire body tensing as he emptied himself. A strangled cry announced the beginning of his orgasm. Hamza gripped the wolf's hips hard enough to bruise as he buried himself to the hilt. He ground himself against the wolf's ass, the buck's heavy pouch resting against his own as it began to twitch, churning out an even bigger load than the sickening mess Collin had already shot up him.

"That's it, fill him up," Collin encouraged, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Make sure he takes every drop."

Hamza threw his head back, antlers gleaming in the light as he drove himself to the hilt one final time. Trent felt the young elk's cock pulse inside him, flooding his already-filled passage with a fresh load of hot seed. Trent felt the second hot flood filling him, mixing with Collin's earlier deposit. The sensation of being used as nothing more than a receptacle for their seed was the final blow to whatever remained of his dignity. He hung his head, unable to meet anyone's gaze as the young elk continued to twitch and pulse inside him. By the time the kid was done Trent felt bloated, and his pucker was so loose there was no hope of clenching up and trying to keep the torrent of cervine spunk in.

When the elk finally pulled free, another flood of mixed fluids trickled down Trent's thighs. The wolf remained motionless, his chest heaving with each labored breath, his mind struggling to process the depth of his degradation.

"Look at that mess," Collin chuckled, zooming in on Trent's abused entrance. "Two loads in one day. I'd say that makes you officially broken in, Agent Walker."

“I hope my…demonstration was to your liking. Do you need more time to decide which one of us is going to be your security detail?" Collin asked, just loud enough for Trent to hear him over his own heartbeat. “Though, I think he has a pretty good idea who's going to be staying," Collin replied, giving Trent's rump a firm slap that sent more of their combined seed trickling down his thighs. "Don't you, wolf?"

Trent could only stare at the puddle of his own seed beneath him, his mind reeling from the complete destruction of everything he thought he was. His career, his marriage, his very identity—all of it lay in ruins around him like the mess of bodily fluids coating his fur and pooling on the floor.

"I... that was..." Hamza stammered, "I've never felt anything like that before."

"That's what a real bitch can do for you," Collin replied, casually adjusting his own clothing. "And now our friend here understands exactly what his place is, don't you, Agent Walker?"

"We should probably get you cleaned up," Collin said to Hamza, his tone suddenly professional as if they hadn't just shared in violating his colleague. “Let the bitch tongue you clean before you put your clothes on. You don't wanna ruin your outfit."

Trent felt a surge of revulsion at the leopard's command. This couldn't be happening. But when Hamza hesitantly stepped forward, his still-wet cock hanging in front of Trent's muzzle, the wolf knew it was far from over.

"I don't think that's necessary," Hamza said, his voice quiet. The young elk's moment of excitement seemingly had passed, replaced by quiet contemplation.

"Oh, it's very necessary," Collin insisted, his phone still recording. "Consider it part of your education. Wolves are known for being thorough cleaners."

Trent closed his eyes, his entire body trembling with exhaustion and shame. The taste of Collin still lingered in his mouth, and now he was expected to clean the ambassador's son as well. He'd already lost everything—his dignity, his self-respect, his career. What difference would one more humiliation make?

When he felt the smooth tip press against his lips, he parted them mechanically, his tongue working to clean the mixture of his own insides and the elk's seed from the shaft. The young buck shifted uncomfortably, still sensitive from his recent climax.

"See? Natural-born talent," Collin commented, zooming in with the camera. "Remember this feeling, Hamza. Nothing better than having someone service you like this."

The elk quietly moaned. His length starting to grow a little harder as Trent tongued him. He started to pump his hips without even really thinking about it.

"Easy there," Collin chuckled, placing a restraining paw on Hamza's hip. "Save some for next time."

Hamza reluctantly withdrew, tucking himself away, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Almost as if he were waiting for something.

The wolf remained silent, his limbs trembling with exhaustion and humiliation. The cooling mixture of semen continued to leak from his abused hole, marking him more thoroughly than any scent rubbing ever could. He could feel it matting his fur, drying in clumps that would be impossible to completely clean off.

Trent felt Hamza looking intently at him, but the big wolf couldn't find it in himself to meet the young elk's gaze.

"Don't worry about him," Collin replied with a dismissive wave. "He knows what happens if he makes a fuss."

Trent remained motionless, his mind reeling as he tried to process what had just happened. Everything he'd built—his career, his reputation, his self-image—lay shattered around him like broken glass. The feeling of the two males' combined seed leaking from his abused entrance was a constant reminder of his degradation.

“Anyway, let's go tell your father you've made your decision. There's lot's to pre—" Collin began to say.

“I haven't." Hamza stated with a smirk, cutting Collin off. Somehow looking almost predatory himself. “If I recall correctly, I promised Agent Walker a go at you after you were done. Or have you forgotten, Agent Reeves?"

The big leopard stammered as he glanced nervously down at the large wolf at their feet. Even in his dazed state, Trent's ears perked up at the mention of his name.

Time seemed to freeze. Trent's ears swiveled toward Hamza, unsure if he had heard correctly. Collin's confident smirk faltered, his spotted tail going rigid behind him.

"What did you just say?" the leopard asked, his voice suddenly lacking its usual swagger.

Hamza straightened, his antlers catching the light as he gazed down at Collin with surprising authority. Perhaps the recent breeding he gave Trent had given him an ego boost. Gone was the nervous, inexperienced youth who had been so easily manipulated.

"As I said, I promised Agent Walker a turn with you," Hamza repeated, his tone firmer now. "That was our arrangement, wasn't it? Before you took control to do your demonstration?"

Collin's eyes darted between Hamza and Trent, the phone in his paw suddenly seeming less like a weapon and more like evidence. "That's not what I rem—"

"It's exactly what I stipulated," Hamza interrupted, stepping closer to the leopard. "Or should I review the recording you so helpfully made? The one where you suggested this little... demonstration in the first place?"

Like some leviathan being dragged up from the depths the memory slowly came back to Trent. He remembered at the time he was incredulous as to why he'd ever take the elk up on the offer, but had been backed into a corner. Now however he saw an opportunity to regain some of his lost dignity.

Trent's mind began to clear as understanding dawned. He hadn't imagined it—the young elk had indeed made that stipulation when Collin first proposed this "demonstration." The wolf slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows, his legs still trembling beneath him.

"I don't think that's necessary," Collin backpedaled, the confident swagger suddenly absent from his voice. "I've clearly shown which of us is better suited—"

"But you haven't completed the demonstration," Hamza insisted, his demeanor transformed. The timid young buck was gone, replaced by someone who carried himself with the authority of his father's son. "Unless you're suggesting your word means nothing?"

Collin's spotted tail lashed behind him. "This isn't what we discussed."

"Again, it's exactly what we discussed," Hamza replied, retrieving his phone from a nearby table. "I recorded our conversation too. Shall I play it back?"

The leopard's ears flattened against his skull. For the first time since this nightmare began, Trent saw genuine fear in the feline's eyes.

"That won't be necessary," Collin said quickly, his confidence evaporating like morning dew. "But surely you've seen enough to make your decision."

"I have not," Hamza replied firmly. "A deal is a deal, Agent Reeves. Or should I tell my father how you coerced me into this situation?"

The leopard's face contorted with barely contained rage as his plan unraveled before him. He glanced at Trent, who was slowly regaining his composure despite the mess coating his fur.

"Fine," Collin spat, his claws flexing involuntarily. "But this doesn't change anything. I've already marked him."

Trent finally managed to push himself up to his knees, his legs still shaky but determination hardening in his eyes. The humiliation burned through him like acid, but something else was rising beneath it—a cold, calculating fury that cleared his mind with each passing second.

"That can be fixed," Trent growled, his voice hoarse but steadier than he would have expected. The fluid still leaking from his abused hole was a constant reminder of his degradation, but the tables had turned. He could see the panic in Collin's eyes, the way the leopard's tail twitched nervously.

"This is ridiculous," Collin protested, taking a step back. "I've already proven my point."

Trent managed to stand, ignoring the mixture of fluids trickling down his legs. His muscles screamed in protest, but the rage building inside him provided strength he didn't know he still possessed.

"Strip," Trent ordered, his voice rough but steady.

Collin's eyes widened. "You can't be serious. I'll ruin you if you touch me."

"Strip," Trent commanded again, his voice low and dangerous.

Collin hesitated, looking to Hamza for support, but the elk merely crossed his arms and nodded toward Trent.

"You heard him," Hamza said calmly. "A demonstration requires both participants to show their skills. Unless you'd prefer I tell my father about how you manipulated me?"

Collin's spotted fur bristled as he realized he was trapped. With trembling paws, he began to unbutton his shirt, his previously confident smirk replaced by a scowl of barely contained fury.

"This changes nothing," the leopard hissed as he removed his uniform piece by piece. "The video—"

"Will be deleted," Hamza interrupted, holding up his own phone. "Along with mine. After I've seen the full demonstration, of course. Assuming that a majority of us agree."

Trent's mind cleared further with each passing second. The pain and humiliation still burned through him, but the opportunity for retribution focused his thoughts like nothing else could. He watched as Collin reluctantly stripped, the leopard's movements stiff with anger and fear.

When Collin finally stood naked before them, his tail lashing behind him, Trent stepped forward. Despite the mess coating his fur and the ache in his abused body, the wolf moved with renewed purpose.

"Turn around," Trent ordered, his voice finding its authoritative edge despite everything he'd endured.

Collin hesitated, his spotted fur bristling. "You can't seriously—"

"I said turn around," Trent repeated, stepping closer. His muzzle was inches from the leopard's face now, blue eyes boring into the feline's with newfound intensity.

For a moment, it seemed Collin might refuse, but Hamza cleared his throat meaningfully. The leopard's ears flattened against his skull as he slowly turned, presenting his back to the wolf.

"Hands on the desk," Trent commanded, feeling a surge of satisfaction when Collin reluctantly complied. The leopard's spotted tail lashed angrily as he bent forward, placing his paws on the desk.

"This doesn't change anything," Collin hissed over his shoulder. "You're still just a—"

The words died in his throat as Trent's paw landed with a resounding crack on the leopard's rump. The wolf leaned forward, his muzzle near Collin's ear.

"That all you got," the leopard sputtered.

“Just getting started," the black wolf said, grinning a mirthless grin, “now, let's make that scene."