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Hello everyone! This story is not meant for those under the age of 18 or those who do not approve of M/M sexual situations coupled with mild bondage and themes of rape! If you do not approve of such things I suggest you close this story and do not read any further! Otherwise enjoy! Comment and fave as well! It pleases me :D

P.s Don't be a bully, because you don't know when all that pent up hate and anger will come back to haunt you!

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Payback is a Bitch, Revenge.

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"This is the cock that's going to fuck you..."

"Such a little bottom bitch..."

"Going to make you my bitch..."

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"...See you tomorrow pup"

*GASP*

Hector woke with a start in a cold sweat.

The wolf sat up and looked around; he was still in his bedroom, in his house, on his bed. He let out a sigh of relief, but the images of the nightmare still lingered in his head. Hector closed his eyes and rubbed his temples while trying his best to forget the horrific ordeal he had just awoken from.

"J...Just a dream...just a dream..." he muttered to himself over and over.

He attempted to stand up, but felt a twinge of pain that sent him back onto his bed. His entire body felt sore and bruised like he had finished a week of the most brutal football practice ever, followed by being hit by a speeding bus. However, the most prevalent feeling was the intense pressure that bordered in painful that was coming from his groin. He also smelled something odd in his room; there was different scent of another canine mixed with deep smelly musk that loomed around his nostrils.

"What the..."

The wolf's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he felt his cock throb, causing him to wince in pain and turn his attention down to his groin.

He was slightly surprised when he saw that his cock was rock hard and the pointed red shaft was beginning to turn a slight shade of purple. The strangest thing to him though was that his balls had swollen to an abnormal size. The white furred ball sack that once cradled two balls about the size of olives now looked like they were packing large walnuts. Hector reached down to lightly feel his junk and winced, it seemed that even the slightest touch would send a painful jolt through his sensitive groin. Hector then began to carefully feel around the base of his cock and balls, being careful around the sensitive flesh, until he finally found a tight rubber ring that was constricting his junk at the base. Without a second thought the wolf tore off the ring roughly and let out a sigh of relief as the blood began to flow properly and the pressure was relieved.

But a few moments later he started to feel very strange...

Hector felt dizzy and light headed and then his vision of the room shifted suddenly as he fell backwards back onto the bed. His body temperature began to rapidly rise and he began to pant involuntarily as he felt an intense growing tingling sensation. Then his mind was hit with another wave that sent the room spinning, except this time he felt really...really good.

The wolf panted harder and harder, his breath becoming shorter and deeper as the building tingle in his groin intensified. Hector tried to hold back the building pressure in his daze, thinking he was about to wet himself and the entire bed. But his cock only throbbed harder and his knot swelled as the shaft began to let loose a small flood of precum. Hector moaned as his mind was overwhelmed with endorphins again as his cock started to let loose more and more pre that slowly travelled down the length of his shaft. His cock then throbbed again with more intensity, the feeling of pressure building up from his balls centralizing in one point at the base of his cock to almost unbearable levels. Hector whimpered and moaned as he felt his cock throb again thinking that he was about to lose it all over himself. He clenched his paws and gripped onto his sheets and prepared for the worst, but what happened next surprised him. Instead of firing out a stream of urine from his cock, a volley of watery white squirts of cum began to fire from the tip of his shaft. Hector moaned loudly as his balls swelled again as they fired out a long pent up load that coated the wolf's white stomach and chest fur in his own seed. He felt himself reach a seemingly never ending orgasm over and over again until his sperm rapidly lost its thick consistency and turned watery and clear until he eventually stopped firing at all. Yet he still felt the waves of endorphins assault his mind long after he started firing blanks. After some time though his cock had stopped throbbing and his enlarged balls shrunk back to their normal size. All of the pent up seed was let lose all over Hectors chest and bed, soaking himself and his sheets.

Hector gasped for breath while his mind was in a haze of a shattering orgasm. He had lost track of just how many times he came but after some time he was able to come to his senses as his vision began to clear. He saw his own chest and felt disgusted, his white fur covered in his own milky white seed and his cock slowly sliding back into its sheathe.

"Arrrgh...what the fuck happened...." he muttered to himself as he sat up trying not to spill any more of his jizz onto his sheets.

Hector stretched and looked around his room; taking in the familiar sights and smells although his senses were still filled with the musky stench that lingered around his muzzle.

But then he noticed a few things...

There was a hole in the wall about the size of someone's foot next to his bathroom door...

Some of his trophies had been knocked off their shelves and were scattered across the room....

There was also a shelf that was broken from its place on the wall and lying on the floor next to a pile of broken pictures.

"No...." he muttered.

Memories of last night came flashing back to him.

"No...No..." he said with rising desperation and fear.

He remembered being attacked, he remembered fighting back and he also remembered loosing.

"No...No..." he repeated.

Then he remembered what happened next, a cocky smile, the familiar smell of musk that was burned into his senses and the feeling of intense pain as he....as he....

"NO!!!!!" Hector shouted

He grabbed a nearby lamp and threw it against the wall, shattering it into hundreds of pieces. Hector leapt off his bed and reached behind himself and felt something dry and flaking near the rim of his asshole that was also snagged in the surrounding fur. The wolf snarled in rage and rushed to the bathroom.

"Rockwell...." He growled to himself with evil intent as he slammed the door.

Hector spent nearly an hour in the shower on the highest possible setting he could bear, scrubbing nearly every inch of his entire body to rid himself of the "filth". Finally he stepped out of the steamy shower stall and dried himself so hard that he even pulled out a few clumps of his own fur. After that was a lengthy tooth brushing session and literally bathing himself in deodorant and the strongest cologne he had. Finishing his cleansing, he stormed back into his room, got dressed, and gathered his sheets before he left his room.

Luckily for him his parents had already left, leaving him in the house alone. After a quick run out back, he tossed his sheets into the garbage can and went back inside. His thoughts of breakfast were pushed out of his mind for the moment. It seemed that at the moment his silent rage sustained him and any notion of hunger was the furthest thing from his mind. Hector reached for the tool drawer in the kitchen, opened it roughly, and searched around in it until he found what he was looking for. Hector smiled wickedly as he slowly pulled out a small letter opener with a razor sharp edge and a silver handle.

"He's going to pay...that little cock sucking faggot is going to pay..." Hector said to himself as he hid the knife in his pocket and went out the front door.

*****

To Hector, the entire day of school went by hellishly slow. Keeping to himself he stormed from class to class, only thinking about one thing.

Revenge.

Hector's pent up anger was building more and more as every moment passed. Almost everyone in the school could sense that the wolf was on a warpath and most made sure to give the brute plenty of space as charged through the halls. As he watched the clock in each classroom tick by second by second, Hector tuned out whatever the teacher was saying at the time and only thought about what he would do to the Doberman the moment he caught him alone.

He knew he couldn't report him or have him arrested. There would be DNA testing on everything and it wouldn't be long until the entire town knew that the "big bad wolf" was overpowered and raped by a cocky Doberman. Although he planned on giving the Doberman his just reward there would be grave repercussions if he wasn't careful. Unfortunately he knew that no matter what if this got out he would still be ridiculed, his family would disown him and he would forever live with the shame that he was violated and couldn't do anything about it.

He needed retribution, he needed answers, but mostly he wanted to make that pointy eared fucker pay.

Although he knew the consequences, he knew that rapist or not, if he were to hurt, or possibly kill the Doberman he would be considered as much of a criminal as him. However, he accepted that possible fate and believed that being a criminal was better than being seen weak.

After a lengthy six hours, school had ended and football practice began. Hector had been on the lookout for the Doberman all day as he went from class to class but hadn't had any luck finding him. He gripped the knife in his pocket lightly, thinking that he may have chickened out and decided to leave town and deny him of his revenge. Then suddenly he saw a set of black pointed ears walking in a crowd of football players as they went toward the locker room. Hector smiled coldly and followed the crowd, toying with the knife in his pocket.

The locker room was loud and rambunctious with the sounds of jocks talking about sports and recent sexual conquests. Almost everyone was in one state of undress or another when Hector walked in. The wolf ducked to the side and kept himself scarce, peeking around the corner to keep an eye on Jett, still smiling and acting like his usual cocky self as if nothing was wrong. After a few minutes though the jocks began to file out through the back door, all dressed in their football gear and cleats. As the bulk of the crowd left, the noise in the room quickly died down until there was a quiet stillness that filled the room. All except for two people still lingered after everyone had left.

Jett and Hector.

Jett was smiling and whistling some unknown tune as he packed his school clothes in his gym bag and placed it in his locker. Hector had always noticed he usually took his time getting dressed and mostly talked with his team mates before he actually got dressed in his playing gear. The wolf's hackles rose slightly as he kept an eye on the Doberman from a few lockers down behind a corner, waiting for just the right moment to catch him off guard and strike.

Finally after Jett finished getting dressed he slammed his locker shut. The Doberman then suddenly stopped whistling and let out a heavy sigh before he turned directly in Hectors direction.

"You do know you're a defender on the team right? Kind of makes you hard to miss Hector," he said loudly

Hector's fur stood on end at the sudden surprise, but he regained his composure let out a low growl and he pulled out his knife and walked out of his hiding place.

"Rockwell..." Hector said in a low and threatening voice, displaying his knife and walking slowly toward the Doberman.

Jett didn't seem fazed at all and even flashed a cocky smile as Hector drew closer.

"Hey there pup, back for another round? Didn't you learn what happened last time?" Jett said in a mocking tone.

"Fuck you faggot, you caught me by surprise. But now you're alone, with none of your little fag friends to back you up. You're going to pay for what you did to me," Hector said as he stopped only a few feet away from the Doberman and readied his knife.

Jett let out another chuckle before he stopped smiling and gave Hector a cold stare and looked down at the wolf in disappointment.

"You deserved everything you got "fag" and now you're coming at me with that tooth pick? Afraid I'll beat your ass again?"

Jett's tone suddenly changed.

"Or is this just some game to get me to pin you down again and ravage you because you actually liked it," Jett said coldly.

"FUCK YOU!!!!" Hector shouted as he came charging toward Jett with knife risen, snarling in fury.

Hector wildly swiped his blade at the Doberman who expertly dodged his clumsy and random slashes with his superior agility. Hector continued to yell in a blind rage as he swiped repetitively, trying to hit his mark until finally he got lucky and was able to get in a slash at the Dobermans torso. Jett leapt back in surprise and examined the cut, but then smirked when he realized that all that the wolf had cut was the front of his t-shirt. Hector then came charging again, waving the knife wildly and desperately while trying to get a hit in. But Jett still continued to dodge and duck out of the way of Hectors strikes which only increased the wolf's fury.

Jett leapt back from the wolf and stopped for a brief moment and glanced around the room, his eyes lit up as he saw one corner of the room then turned his attention back to the wolf.

"What's the matter can't catch me "fag"? Jett said mockingly

Hector yelled and charged after that comment and went at the Doberman again. This time though, Jett started to purposely slow down his dodges in an attempt to make the wolf believe he was gaining progress, all the while moving closer and closer to a corner of the locker room. In a brief moment of clarity Hector noticed the coming corner and grinned wickedly when he knew he would have his rapist trapped. He came at him with more force and power, trying to push him back further and further into the corner until his back was against the wall.

"Nowhere to run fag. Any last words?" said Hector panted as he prepared his knife for a final blow.

"Yea, come and get me...Fag" Jett said with a venomous grin.

Hector shouted and charged toward the Doberman with knife in hand and a killing intent.

Jett smiled as he leapt into the air and grabbed a low hanging pipe and lifted himself up. In that brief moment Hector was slightly dumbfounded before looking up only to see the Dobermans cleat coming directly for his face.

*CRACK!*

Hector fell back, the letter opener falling out of his paw as he fell to the ground. Blood oozed from his muzzle and nose as he lay on the floor as his vision began to blur and he began to slip into unconsciousness. As darkness settled over his eyes, he saw the shadowy image of the Doberman, standing over him, smiling.

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"Unf, Unf, Unf, Unf!"

*Click!*

"Yea, fuck yea still so loose..."

*Click! Click!*

"Uuuuuuugh..." Hector groaned as he started to wake up

As he started to come to, Hector realized that he was naked, and tied down to one of the locker room benches. He also felt the warmth of another person's body above him, and the familiar feeling of a thick cock tearing up his insides.

"Mmmm, bet you like that huh?"

*Click*

Hector tried to look around but was unable, his hands and feet were tied to the bench and he could only see what was in front of him and slightly to his sides. However he was able to catch a glimpse of the black paws on his ass of the man fucking him.

"Aww yea...I'm getting close, gonna fill you up again!"

*Smack!*

Hector felt a paw spank his ass hard, causing him to wince.

*Click! Click! Click!*

"Rockwell..." Hector thought to himself.

"Awww...Awww yea...fucking bottom bitch wolf! FUCK!"

Jett thrust his hips into the wolf again and his cock throbbed deep inside of him. His shaft then began to erupt with a long pent up load into Hectors insides.

The shaft remained inside of Hector for a few moments before he suddenly started to hear the clicking again.

*Click! Click! Click! Clickity Click!*

Hector felt as the Doberman withdrew his shaft and let out a triumphant whoop before the clicking started again.

"Damn, for a little piss head you have one sweet ass pup," Jett said casually as the clicking continued.

"What...what are you doing you piece of shit?" Hector was able to mutter out while licking the remaining blood out of his muzzle.

"Ohh no, you don't get to call people that any more bitch, you're mine now. In fact, let's commemorate the moment. Smile!"

Hector felt the Dobermans arm drape across his shoulder and felt his face press against his as he held out a phone at arm's length before taking a picture.

*Click!*

Hector blinked slightly from the flash, but then realized just what it is the Doberman was holding.

"MY PHONE!" he shouted.

The Doberman chuckled and walked around the wolf to face him, naked and his cock still slightly hard and covered in cum after having just fucked the wolf just seconds ago.

"Yep. I wonder how Grandpa and Grandma H would feel if they saw their little cub in such a position?" Jett said as he looked at Hectors phone.

Hector's fur stood on end as Jett began to list his contacts one by one. In a fit of desperation he started to thrash about in his bindings trying to free himself but only succeeded in nearly toppling the bench over.

"Hmm, Grandma R, Aunt J, Uncle S, Mom, Dad and Oh! Even Father L! Think of what a wonderful early Christmas card this would make!" Jett said mockingly.

"You wouldn't fucking dare! I would rip out your teeth and shove them up your ass before I put a bullet through your fucking skull!!" Hector shouted as he continued to struggle in his bonds.

Jett smirked and fiddled with the phone for a few seconds before he brought it down to Hectors face were he could clearly see the image. The screen displayed a picture of Jett's cock brushed against the wolf's lips while he had an expression that would make almost anyone believe he was a willing participant. Underneath the were were two options, "Send to all" and "Cancel" and the Dobermans finger drifted dangerously close to the send button. Hector gasped and spat to his side in disgust before he looked back up at the Doberman with pure fury in his eyes.

"You bastard..." Hector said gravely.

Jett chuckled again before he stood back up and idly fiddled with the phone in his paw.

"Listen up pup, you're mine now, what I say, you do, no questions asked and no back talk. You could have just let this drop and learned what a shit head you have been, but you just had to take it a step further," said the Doberman as he started to get dressed.

Hector tried to smirk and play a gambit.

"Those pictures would just prove you're a rapist, your ass would go to jail and the worst I might get would be an assault. You're fucked if you send those," the wolf said confidently.

Jett laughed as he pulled on his pants and slipped the phone in his pocket.

"If that were the case, why didn't you call the police in the first place? The whole damn town knows about your family and their history. If this shit got out you would deal with much worse from your own family and I'd bet that would hurt a lot more than being cell mates with some tattooed bruiser."

Hector snarled in defeat as Jett put on his shirt and grabbed his gym bag.

"What do I have to do..." said Hector quietly.

Jett smirked as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Just stay right there and behave like a good pup and if I hear one complaint then these pictures will be all over the net in a second," said the Doberman as he pat his right pocket where he placed the phone.

"Complaint? What do you mean?" questioned Hector.

The Doberman only laughed as he went out the locker room door, leaving the wolf bound to the bench.

******

Hector sat there, bound to the bench for nearly half an hour. His ass burned in pain, and he could feel the slow trickle of the Dobermans sperm leaking out of his ass as it slowly travelled down to his balls. He tried shouting for help a few times but no one ever came to his rescue. He made a few more attempts at breaking free but the knots were tied too tightly and the rope was beginning to dig into his skin.

Hector sighed in despair and wondered just how long he would be stuck in such a humiliating position. But then, he suddenly started to hear the voices of the football team as they drew closer to the locker room. Hector felt his heart leap, perhaps after seeing him in such a position they would see what a monster that pointy eared bastard was and help him out of this.

Soon the door opened and the footsteps of the football team began to fill the room. Acting casual as if nothing had happened, but one by one as they walked in they noticed Hector naked and tied to the bench. However the strangest thing to the wolf was that none of them said a word about his predicament. Most of them just quietly gathered around the bench and looked down at the wolf, some with disappointed gazes and others with mocking smirks.

Soon the entire team was gathered around him in a circle. The group stood their silently for a few moments before it quickly parted in front of him and two people approached Hector, the wolf growled softly as the large German shepherd Leon and the massive chestnut stallion Richard stood in front of him.

"Well well, look what we have here," said Leon with a smirk.

"Looks like he wasn't kidding; came after him with a knife and left him here for us. How much of a coward can you be Hector?" said Richard bluntly.

Hector growled even louder and thrashed around again.

"He put you up to this didn't he? Sent you here to humiliate me? Well I won't take it! That little shit started it and I came back for some payback! Now untie me!" Hector demanded.

Leon chuckled wickedly before he started to pull off piece after piece of his sweaty football gear until he was left standing in only a sweat stained jockstrap. A few members of the team had also joined in the laughter as they mimicked Leon's actions and began to strip directly in front of the wolf. The rest of the crowd had otherwise dispersed and gone over to their lockers without a single word.

"Oh, we know everything pup. We also know you have to do whatever we say without a peep or your ass will be plastered all over town," said Leon as he folded his arms confidently.

The group of those who had undressed near Hector began to move closer to the wolf, the stench of their assorted musk and sweat teamed with the testosterone built up after a hard practice began to fill the wolf's nostrils. The wolf snarled loudly, trying to snap at anyone who came close enough while still trying to break free.

"You're all with him huh? All of you fucking fags! I swear when I get out of here you're all going to pay! You hear me!? All your asses will get it in the end!" shouted Hector.

But no one responded except for the crowd surrounding him. They only chuckled coldly as a few of them groped their packages through their jocks.

Leon then leaned down and went face to face with the wolf, smirking confidently.

"Face it pup, no one likes you. No one likes the shit you do, no one likes how you play and no one likes your alpha wolf attitude. The only reason we ever tolerated you was because you were just a big meat shield and we just LOVED to see your ass get tackled. That and Jett told us to lay off you from the beginning. But now that you have burned that bridge you have nothing left," Leon said before standing back up and making a big show of groping his jock.

Hector was taken back, confused at the last thing the shepherd had said.

"That pointy eared fag told you to lay off me? I don't need his god damned pity! Why did he tell you to do that anyway if you hated me so much?" responded Hector.

"He saw something in you," said Richard dismissively.

The horse had also stripped down to next to nothing. He was always known as the biggest player on the field, but his massive physique and defined muscles were seen in their full glory as he stood there in a bludging jockstrap with his arms folded across his chest.

"He said that you dealt with a lot of shit with your parents growing up. That he had always tried to be your friend but you just turned into more and more of the ass you are today every time he tried. Yet still he looked after you because that's just who he is. Although after you wouldn't leave that kid alone in the hall and threated him, that's what finally ended it with him" the horse continued.

Hector let out a low growl, refusing to believe what he had said.

"Fuck you, I don't need him, and I don't need his fucking pity or friendship. Now let me out of here!" the wolf snapped back.

The group surrounding Hector let out another laugh. The rest of the team however payed them no mind, most looking at the wolf in disappointment or shame as they finished getting dressed and left the locker room.

"I'm sorry, but no. We have our own score to settle with you, right boys?" said Leon to the crowd.

"Yea!" shouted the remainder of the team surrounding Hector.

Soon the group began to spread apart, Leon going behind Hector while the others spread around him. Standing directly in front of him though was their full back Victor, a well-defined tan colored kangaroo with thick leg muscles and a long thick tail hanging behind him.

"Oi, I want the first go at him," said the kangaroo with a smirk as he came up to the wolf while groping his package through his jock.

Hector growled as the kangaroo approached, but then he felt Leon's paw grip his tail and pull it upwards. Hector let out a loud yelp of pain and the crowd laughed as many of them had started to rub their junk through their jocks.

"Remember, one complaint, and those pictures are everywhere. Clear?" said Leon.

The kangaroo stood back for a moment then looked down at the wolf with a cocky smirk.

"I better not feel any teeth or I'll kick your teeth out, you fucking cunt. Now take a whiff!" Victor then grabbed Hectors muzzle and crammed it into the front pouch of his jockstrap.

Hector nostrils were assaulted with the familiar musky stench of another man's sweaty crotch. Although this was much more pungent than last night, the roo had obviously been working up quite the sweat and he smelled positively ripe. He tried to hold his breath again for as long as he could but it wasn't long until he was breathing in the roo's sweaty groin.

"Mmmm, yea you like that huh? How about you give it a lick?" said Victor.

Hector tried to let out another growl, but he felt Leon's paw grip his tail once again.

The wolf hesitantly complied, sticking his tongue out of his muzzle only slightly to give the kangaroo's package a light lick. The moment though his tongue touched the fabric he nearly gagged. It tasted like cottony sweat mixed with salty piss and feet. The sheer taste of his concentrated sweat and musk caused him to pull his head back in disgust. However though as he pulled back he felt the kangaroo grip his head and shove him back into his groin.

"That was nothing, do it again!" Victor said loudly.

Hector whimpered and tried to squirm again, but then felt Leon tug on his tail sending a jolt of pain down his spine.

"Do it." He heard from behind him.

Hector let out another whimper but obeyed. He let out more of his tongue this time and gave the jock another lick. Followed by another and another all the while trying to resist the urge to gag and ignore the sweaty, salty taste.

"Awww yea, now that's a good little pup. Clean it all up for me, haven't washed this thing in a week." Said Victor as he smirked and grinded his groin into Hectors muzzle while the wolf slathered the fabric with his tongue.

Behind Hector though, Leon had let go of the wolf's tail after he had started to obey and began to rub his package as he looked down at his abused ass.

"Man, he really did a number on you. I wonder if you're still loose." The shepherd muttered.

Leon inserted a finger into his muzzle and licked it; he then leaned down and roughly shoved the single digit into Hector's hole and began to wiggle it around. Hector let out a loud yelp of surprise and broke away from the roo's groin and tried to look back, but the roo quickly grabbed his head and shoved it back where it had been before.

"I didn't say you could stop cunt!" shouted Victor.

Hector whimpered and complied and continued giving the pouch a tongue bath while Leon probed his insides.

"Mmm, your ass is still pretty warm and loose butt really nice and tight. Jett was right; you have one nice ass Hector. Time for me to give it a try," said Leon before he quickly pulled his jockstrap down his legs.

Hector felt his hairs stand on end and he tried to squirm again, but the roo kept his head firmly in place. Soon he felt the pointed tip of Leon's cock begin to rub against his used asshole. Hector began to whine and whimper as he tried to pucker his ass to prevent entry although it wasn't enough to keep the shepherd from cramming in three of his six inches of red hot cock.

"AHHHH! FUCK!" Hector shouted through a mouth full of kangaroo crotch. The wolf gritted his teeth as the shepherd brutally began to cram his dick deep inside him.

"Awww...listen to the little bitch moan, he really wants it doesn't he?" said Victor as he pulled back from Hector who gasped at the first moment of fresh air.

Hector whimpered softly and cried out in pain as he felt the shepherd slowly shove in another inch of his cock.

"P...Please...don't...no more..." stammered Hector in pained humiliation.

Victor laughed as he groped his groin in front of the wolf.

"Hear that mates? Says he wants more! I think I'll give him just that." Said the roo as he quickly slid down his jock and revealed his own hard member.

Hector looked at the kangaroo's cock in brief confusion before he let out another pained moan as Leon slid another inch into him. The kangaroo's tan fur travelled all the way down to his groin; however his anatomy seemed to be reversed. Above a long pointed shaft were two hairy balls covered in the same fur that coated the rest of his body.

"What's the matter pup? Never seen a roo's dick before?" said Victor cockily as he approached the wolf again.

The kangaroo gripped the wolf's muzzle and brushed his long pointed shaft against his lips. Hector let out another moan as Leon had shoved the final inch of his thick shaft into his insides and felt his knot began to brush against the rim of his hole. The shepherd let out a loud, proud howl as he held his place in the wolf for a few moments before he began to withdraw his shaft slowly. Hector felt almost every inch of Leon's shaft as he slowly withdrew from his insides. The thick veiny shaft teasing and stimulating every part of his ass, and soon he shamefully began to feel his own cock harden underneath him.

"Open wide pup, I feel any teeth and you're going to lose them," said the Kangaroo as he pressed his shaft against Hectors lips.

Hector let out a soft whimper, and then a loud yelp as Leon thrust his cock back into him. He couldn't believe what was happening, he knew he acted like a bad ass all the time but he didn't know that it made his teammates hate him. He actually thought he had a few friends on the team, some he spoke with after practice and usually got along well with. Now there is this group of them standing over him with the intention of raping him while the rest just stared and walked away.

Hector felt the roo's cock brush against his lips again, smearing a small pearl of precum across his face. Would he really have to do this? He could always bite him; maybe take off a chunk of his cock with him. But then things would just get worse for him in the end. Not only would they keep fucking him, they would kick the shit out of him and those pictures would be up in ten seconds. It seemed that he would have to swallow his pride for now, and wait and come up with a better plan.

The wolf hesitantly began to open his mouth, but the roo didn't give him any time to adjust. He gripped onto the sides of his head and shoved the entire seven inches down his throat and rested his balls right on his nose. Hector nearly gagged, not at the musky sweaty taste or the smell of crotch on his face, but at the feeling of the long pointed shaft that nearly hit the back of his throat. Hector stifled the urge to cough, thinking that one wrong move would end up with him accidently biting the roo's cock.

"Awww yea, see now was that so hard? Now suck bitch!" shouted Victor.

The roo stood motionless with his shaft in the wolf's muzzle. Hector wasn't quite sure what to do due to his in-experience. Hell, he had never even had a girlfriend to suck his own cock for him. So he started to go off instinct, making sure to wrap his lips around his sharp teeth to prevent any accidents and began to lightly suckle and lick at the kangaroo's shaft.

Victor let out a pleased moan as Hector began to bob his head up and down his shaft. Unknown to the wolf the kangaroo was Bi, but he always loved when he had a canine suck his shaft. Their long muzzles made it easy to shove his shaft down their throat, and their long tongues always hit the right spots no matter what.

"Yea, you're a good little cocksucker wolf, get down there and lick up that fucking roo dick. Keep it up and you will get a nice treat, but I can't promise it will be a little one," said Victor.

The three continued on like this for a while, Hector slowly getting into a rhythm of licking and suckling on the kangaroo cock in his muzzle while trying to stifle any moans whenever he felt Leon's cock press against his prostate. The rest of the remaining group had long removed their jocks and were openly pawing off at the sight of the wolf's humiliation. All except for Richard who kept his stern look and kept his arms folded, although the fabric of his jock had already begun to strain under the pressure of his growing erection.

"Look at the little bitch, taking it without a word," said one team member

"Fuck this is so hot, take it you little bitch!" said another who was furiously stroking his cock.

One after another the other team members added in their own comments, calling Hector a "slut" or "wuss", "bitch" and the most stinging comment of all to the wolf.

"Fag."

The irony was not lost to the wolf, his hole was being reamed by the wide receiver and his face was buried in the crotch of the full back. It seemed that all of those comments he had made over the years, all the bullying and name calling had come back to haunt him.

Suddenly then Leon began to thrust his hips faster and faster, he could feel the burning sensation of the cock inside of him begin to heat up as the veiny shaft throbbed. The shepherd let out a low, possessive growl as he leaned over the wolf and pummelled his hole with short fast thrusts. Hector tried to keep himself silent through the whole ordeal, but when Leon started to shake him and prod at his prostate with such frequency he couldn't help but let out a moan while his lips were still wrapped around Victor's cock.

"Awww...oh fuck...little cocksuckers going to make me shoot. Fuck! Awwwww FUCK!" shouted Victor

The kangaroo grabbed onto Hectors head and began thrusting his hips and fucking the wolf's muzzle. His reversed sack swelled on top of Hectors nose and he felt shaft twitch in his mouth. The kangaroo thrust in and out over and over again, not caring how many times he nearly made Hector gag. The wolf started to squirm and pull away from the kangaroo but the marsupial kept his head firmly in place. Hector thought that perhaps he would cum on him, but it seemed that he had the intention of feeding him his load. Hector screamed with his mouth still wrapped around the roo's cock as he felt the shaft throb wildly in his maw. Soon the roo passed his breaking point and shoved his dick into Hectors maw one final time as his long pointed cock fired out its pent up load down the canine's throat.

Hector was in shock for that first moment. He couldn't taste the seed because of the roo shoving his cock so far down, but he could still feel it. Every single drop of hot, slimy seed as it slid down his esophagus and worked its way down to his stomach. After he had finished, the roo slowly slid his cock from Hectors muzzle and it slapped against his sack as it was freed.

Leon hadn't stopped fucking Hector in the meantime and was fast approaching his breaking point. His thrusts had stopped becoming more rapid as he drew closer to his orgasm and he resigned to long, powerful thrusts were he nearly took out his entire cock before shoving it right back inside of the wolf. However, this didn't last long and Hector could feel the cock inside him throb even harder. Leon let out a howl as he crammed his cock into Hector one final time and he came. His red pointed cock coating the wolf's insides with his spunk, mixing it together with some of the remnants of the last person who had abused his hole.

Leon stood there panting for a few moments before he pulled out as well, and moved around to Victor's side. The two looked down at Hector with satisfied smirks, both of their cocks still slick with sweat and cum to mock the wolf with the sight of the tools of his humiliation. Hector gasped for breath as he looked upon the two in shame and fear, but then he felt a loosening of the ropes around his feet and ankles and the warm feeling of a massive body looming over him.

Hector looked up to see the massive chest of Richard as he undid the ropes one by one until the wolf was free, not saying a single word as the wolf got up and looked around the room. The rest of the team looked displeased and Hector tried his best to hide a smirk for at least denying the rest of the team of using him as their own fuck toy. The wolf tried to pull himself up, his body feeling sore and his head still throbbing from the kick to the face and the brutal muzzle fucking but then he felt the horse's massive hand hold him down to the bench. The team's expression changed back to the same mocking smirks as before. Hector looked confused for a moment before he suddenly felt a massive source of heat next to him, along with an audible throbbing noise. Hector's fur stood on end once again as he slowly turned to his side to see what was next to him.

Hector let out a gasp as he saw it, standing at fifteen inches, thicker than a soda can and already drooling precum from the flared tip was Richards's massive cock. The thick veins of the shaft seemed to flex and throb with every beat of the horse's heart, and below the massive shaft was a set of balls that were about the size of pool table balls.

Hector then felt the massive hands of the horse grabbing him underneath the arms and pulling him up into the air with surprising ease. Richard brought the wolf to one of the lockers while still holding him up and leaned him on one of the doors.

"No...No...please! No! You'll kill me!" stammered Hector as the horse began to position his cock at the wolf's entrance.

Richard didn't say a single word, but that didn't keep the crowd silent. The others quickly gathered around while Hector tried to thrash and squirm. Some of them started to laugh, while others began a slow chant.

"Do it! Do it! Fuck him! Fuck him!" they said over and over.

Hector felt his heart sink and his hole stretch wide as the horse began to attempt entry. The second he felt the flat head of the horses' massive cock enter him he let out a scream of pain. The crowd cheered and watched as the leftover cum from the wolf's last two partners began to spill out and coat the equine's shaft in cum. Richard grunted as he started to slip more and more of his pole deep inside of the canine, much to his pained displeasure. Hector felt as if the horses' shaft was tearing up his insides. He was almost somewhat grateful that he had had two other partners beforehand because if he had been fucked by this massive slab of meat in the beginning he would have been split in two.

The crowd continued to chat while many of them were still rapidly jerking their cocks. Leon and Victor still stood nearby watching the wolf with mocking smirks as they watched the bully literally get torn a new one. The horse then let out a slight nicker as he attempted to thrust another inch into the wolf, but was finding more and more resistance as he pushed himself deeper inside. Hector howled out in pain and squirmed on the shaft, but that only seemed to excite the horse even more and he crammed another inch deep inside of him. The wolf felt hot tears rolling down his cheeks in pain and yet his cock was still hard as a rock while his insides were being stretched wide open.

When suddenly....

*BOOM*

Every head in the locker room turned toward the sound and gasped at the sight. Standing in the door of the office was Coach Fredrick, a massive brown bull wearing a tight fitting t-shirt emblazoned with the schools logo and short workout pants. Most of the team scattered at the sight, some grabbing their clothes while others ran into the showers. Only Richard and Leon remained, and the shepherd tried to act as casual as he could while covering up his groin, while the once stern horse looked at the coach with frightened eyes.

The bull walked up to the boys, his size dwarfing Leon's and standing only a foot shorter than Richard. The coach snorted and looked down at Hector who stared back at the coach with a pleading gaze.

"Let him go," he said bluntly.

Richard nodded and slowly lifted Hector off his massive shaft. The wolf let out a few more whimpers of pain as he felt the cock slide out of him but he let out a sigh of relief as the shaft finally exited him. Richard then gently placed Hector on a nearby bench and stood back, his shaft still standing rock hard in front of him.

"Both of you will see me tomorrow before school. Now get out," the coach stated.

Leon and Richard nodded and went to their lockers and quickly began to dress themselves while Coach Fredrick helped Hector get up. The wolf looked back at the two who glanced back at him with slight smirks as he and the coach went back to his office.

"Are you alright son?" asked the Coach.

"I'll be ok, but I have to tell you something, Rockwell he..."

But the coach cut him off.

"I know son, I know..." he said with a smirk.