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'This is ridiculous!' he said finally. It was all too much for Hank. This was plain asking too much.

'Oh come on, I thought you said we should spice things up,' the collie before him said. She was beautiful and naked. She also happened to be his girlfriend.

'Yeah, what's the problem, big boy?' the fox gloated.

'Shut your maw!' the wolf snarled at the lithe male, also wearing nothing but his pelt.

'Oh come on, Hank! Please?! It's like how I've been trying to tell you on the way over. Nobody has to know!' Laura strode over to him and leaned in close; nuzzling. He could feel her hot breath against the nape of his neck. Gosh, she looked sexy when she walked. Will got full-blast of the pheromones given off by the naked female and it was starting to drive him nuts. He could feel her smiling. Hank turned away half-heartedly. Too late; female musk was strong stuff. He was already at half mast. He stood there as she clung to him. He could feel her heart beating; her naked breasts through his old T-shirt. Will stood and waited a long while; mind abuzz.

'N-Nobody will find out about this!' he barked at the fox who was now smirking... a fox's smirk at the spectacle. Hank hated himself. He sounded shaky and intimidated.

'Not a soul outside this room will know. It's a promise.' he sounded solemn enough.

'I mean it! I'll come after you, you know!' still, his voice was shaky. Hank only just managed avoiding a squeak.

The fox rolled his eyes. 'Honestly, you jocks... Always the same deal. Too afraid to try new things. Always with the swag, the big cars, the tight clothes and the gyms and the football. Can't you guys be a little _more open to new things?' he shook his head, 'It's a promise. Nobody hears a thing and if they do... I'll very gladly let _you _dash out some... _punishment.'

Again with that smirk. Hank shuddered. He thought this one looked a little fruity. Guess he was right. Well, on the bright side, you don't have to worry about this guy messing around with your girl, a voice in his head said.

Hank shook his head before reaching for the hem of his tight shirt. Laura was in glee; making a cute sound and clapping her hands together as he slowly undressed. She stopped him as he was undoing his belt.

'What?'

'I want you to look into his eyes.'

'What!? Seriously? No way, that gay!'

'Come on, Hank! Please? For me?' Laura wore a cute look. _The _cute look; a look that had seen Hank give in to her wants, so many times over.

Hank sighed heavily. He glared at the fox. A bit of red fox-wood was starting to poke out of its sheath. With his gaze fixed upon the smug creature, the leather soon left his waist. His jeans followed suit, crumpling at his feet before being kicked off. He paused at his boxer briefs.

'Well, go on...' the fox said. It was a challenge.

Hank snarled as they slid down his toned thighs, revealing his own endowments. The fox's eyes grew wide. He was surprised. Why wouldn't he be? It was Hank's time to smirk. Standing at over six feet tall, the wolf was a stud; sculpted body, with his abs and pecs making themselves visible even through his thick copper fur. Not many of his fellow team mates could pull that off. Then, there was the centrepiece. Hank was most fond of that part of his body. His impressive physique only accentuated his maleness. Already at half mast, he was five and a half inches; the red wolf meat hanging pretty limply between his legs. On a good day, it would reach a eight, knot and all. The crown jewels served to complete his masculine image, hanging full and heavily behind his impressive shaft.

'Oh that's nice... _Very _nice,' the fox complimented him.

'Yeah, they are.' Hank only said.

Laura took his hand and led the naked stud over to fox. This was just too weird: the three of them naked in the same room. He opened his mouth to protest as she kneeled before the fox; tugging at his wrist for him to follow suit.

'What the hell is this!?'

'Come on, Hank! Be a sport!'

'Wha-'

'Oh please! You've always said you wanted to know what it looked like to have me sucking another guy off. And right now's the perfect opportunity. Come on, don't disappoint yourself.'

That was true. But he still didn't like it. It was hot, the idea of her cheating on him and throwing herself at any available guy. He had fantasies of it. But he still hated the idea. It was his girlfriend, for crying out loud! Still, in the end, Will obliged his girl. The big wolf too, squatted before the smug creature as Laura massaged the fox's modest equipment to its full length.

Hank repressed a snort. He was definitely bigger. We was about two feet away from this guy's junk and there was just no way he was bigger than him. He had to be what? Five inches at most? And his balls were the size of strawberries. Another thought occurred to Hank. This was the first time he'd seen another male's _bits _up close. That unnerved him slightly. Even in the changing rooms, he only had passing glances.

He almost protested again as Laura wrapped her lips around the head of the engorged shaft. She began to do her magic. She was every bit as talented as he knew her to be. The long tongue strokes, the angles of her head... they were not unknown to him. He was at a crossroads. He hated this. It was like there was some sort of ancient instinct within him, crying out injustice. The female was serving this lesser male over him. But despite that, he couldn't deny that this was fucking hot. His regular angle meant that he missed most of the talent that she had; the skill she put into pleasuring him. She bobbed up and down the shorter shaft, nursing it delicately. She gave him a look and winked at him.

Hank realized he had his jaw wide open the whole time. He must've looked stupid. His cock throbbed, drooling a steady stream of pre onto the carpeted floor. In his dazed state, he hadn't so much as touched himself since he bared everything to the fox. Now, his arousal was almost painful.

Her maw left the red rocket with an audible pop. Laura paused to admire the shine her saliva had left on the tip of the thing.

'Here, you have a go.' And without warning, she angled the prick towards his face and made to guide him by his muzzle towards it.

'Wh-No! What? Hell no! I ain't gay! I ain't sucking no dick!' Hank recoiled.

'Come on, Hank!'

'No!'

'Please? Come on, I've given you something you've always wanted. Now, I want something. And this "something" is to see you suck another guy.'

'What?' Seriously? Was she really saying this, Hank thought.

'It's always been a fetish of mine. I like guy on guy action,' Laura shrugged

Hank looked at the red role just a foot away from him. Potent fox musk reached his sensitive nose.

'Please? Nobody has to find out. Come on, you do this for me and there'll be a reward!' she winked.

Rewards. He always loved Laura's _rewards. _They always delivered.

Still, was this asking too much? He's never thought about another male in that _way before. His mind was buzzing with conflict. Laura seized this opportunity to take her boyfriend by the muzzle again. The shaft was looming closer but the wolf was still too lost in thought to want to do anything. _Maybe it won't be so bad, a voice thought to himself. Before he realized it, the pointed head parted his lips.

Laura held him there in an odd, homoerotic kiss. Hank winced as he got full blast of salty fox pre as it gushed out and hit him point blank in his front teeth. He tasted another male's pre! That one thing he could say he'd done. Not that he would say it at all.

'Well, go on...' Laura said.

Hank gave her a look.

'Oh, you're not good at this, are you?'

She took both of his hands. The right one went to cupping the fox's balls. The left, at the base of the shaft.

'Just bob, suck and knead. Nothing else to it.' Laura backed away a little to take in the scene: her big, studly jock boyfriend sucking off this little fox.

Slowly, Hank started servicing this male. A pained look played over his features. Laura's right. Fair's fair. Things done in this room would stay in this room, lest the fox decided he wanted an extended stay the local hospital. Slowly, his maw engulfed the red meat.

Hank blushed furiously. This was the most humiliating thing he'd ever done. He struggled to down the constant spurts of fox pre as he tried to mimic his girlfriend. He snarled as the fox scratched him behind the ears. It was a deliberate ploy to get to wolf to look up at the smug look the fox had on. Hank growled and went back at it.

'Okay, you can stop now.'

Hank let the length go. But he did it too fast and it bounced off the fox's abdomen before hitting him on the nose. Hank snarled angrily.

'Gosh, you really suck at this. Your hands didn't move at all!'

She had an unreadable look before grinning. 'I know just the thing. Lie down on the bed.'

Hank grunted before he did as she instructed. He was at full mast now, and the weighty shaft of meat slapped against his toned abdominals. Laura came back from rummaging through her bag, with a bottle of lube.

Hank smiled. Now, it was his turn to show who was the better man.

'You're so big.' Laura said as she squirted a generous amount onto his length. Hank only smirked in response as he stared at the fox, who only watched silently.

'Mmmmmhh. Show him _how _big.'

Hank tipped his head back and let loose a long breath as his girlfriend worked his pole. He was king. Gosh, she was talented. He moaned. Her fingers were softer than silk. He felt her other hand join in, kneading his balls. He shut his eyes and let loose a low howl. It was like she had every inch of him; sensations just exploding from all of his red wolfhood. Soon, he was starting to peak. He hoped the smug bastard was looking. This was how a real man came. He moaned. He heard her giggle but he thought nothing of it. He heard her giggle again and he looked down at her when she just let go.

'Hey, why'd you-' The rest of his words trailed off into nothingness.

His dick! His proud dick! He reached down to hold his shaft. He had to pinch it up with his thumb and index. It was TINY! What the hell was going on!? His balls too. Marbles were bigger than those pathetic beads encased within that bag of furry flesh.

'I'd say that dick of yours is even nicer now. Now it fits you perfectly.' the fox came up to them, his member up and erect for them all to see. It was five times as big as his pathetic package. A newborn pup would be better endowed!

'S-Shut up, asshole! What the hell is going on!?'

The fox gave him a piercing gaze and immediately, the wolf flattened his ears and lowered his gaze. Why did he do that? He never did that! Never! Not when the principal was threatening him, not when a four-hundred pound rhino was charging at him on the pitch. Never. And yet, he was doing it. The fox smiled again. Hank didn't like where this was going.

'I see it works perfectly.' He stated.

'That's cool,' Laura simply said, playing around with his miniature bits and giggling.

'W-What's going on. Why is my dick small!?' His voice cracked. He was really scared now.

'Simple. We shrunk your manhood. Now you're less than a man.'

'What?' The wolf said in disbelief.

'You're nothing more than a little puppy now... As you know, the testes produce the male hormone testosterone, and testosterone equals to manliness. Now, reduce the size of the testes and subsequently, the amount of testosterone they produce, you get less man in a... well, man. And that in turn, brings out certain traits like submissiveness. You're a bitch and you're going to do whatever we tell you to do, lest you still want a set of manly bits attached between your legs. I can make things happen.'

Hank whined. He stared at the fox in disbelief. He couldn't say anything. He didn't dare say anything. He was closer to pissing himself than he'd ever been in a long, long time.

'Now, we both want your full cooperation and unless you want to explain to your football buddies why you have a vagina between your legs, you'll give us your full cooperation.'

Hank nodded. This guy was fucking insane.

'Stand up.' Laura ordered. It wasn't a request. He didn't detect even a hint of it in her stern tone.

Hank scrambled to his feet. Standing on the bed, his erect ears bowed against the ceiling. Instinctively, he curled his tail between his legs.

The fox stood back to admire the unfolding spectacle. Laura meanwhile, stood together with Hank on the springy mattress, holding Hank's entire package in her diminutive hands. He always thought her hands were tiny but even so, there was still plenty of room left in her vice-like grip.

'I know... I figured it out.'

He grimaced as she squeezed his whole package. It took him a moment for Hank to realize Laura wanted him to look at her. She continued.

'Becca. You fucked that tramp behind the bleachers last month. But I want you to know that I still love you. Truth be told, you're a great guy and I won't find anyone else quite like you.'

Her grip tightened even further as she explained, making Hank's eyes water. He stared at her. So this was what it was all about. The girl, Becca, she was asking for it! Raising her tail every time she passed him in the corridors. He wanted so badly to say that, to defend himself, but his body was just refusing to cooperate with him.

'I love you. But at the same time, I can't just let you off like that. It's why I orchestrated this whole thing. Call it revenge. Whatever. All I know is, you'll be a little more faithful after this is all over.' She kissed him before letting him go.

Hank exhaled as the pressure on his groin vanished. Laura stepped off the bed, surveying her boyfriend; a frightened muscular wolf with a tiny dick. He didn't even have the nerve to cover up that fact. She wanted badly to bend him over and spank that taut ass of his until it was raw. It aroused her greatly to see it penetrated for the first time; bringing down its virgin walls. This male needed to learn his place, to learn to respect his superiors.

'Suck his cock like you want it.' She said.

Hank lowered himself off the bed and in front of the fox. He gripped the base of the still-hard length, ready to begin when the fox backed away from him.

'Kiss it.' He ordered.

Blushing furiously, hank planted a kiss on the pointed head.

'French kiss it.'

Hank looked at Laura. She had an expectant expression on her face. Nothing hostile. She folded her arms.

Hank closed his eyes and angled his head. He imagined he was kissing Laura. His maw closed in on the length. He leaned in further, sucking and tonguing the buried inch or so of the tip. He winced as a salty jet of pre hit him square on the tongue. He only stopped when the fox stepped back and withdrew.

'Good boy.' The fox petted him. Hank just blushed as he stared at the bigger length. 'Now beg.'

'Please.'

'Please what?'

'Please let me suck your cock.'

The fox grinned, letting Hank do all the work. Very quickly, he was stopped by his loving girlfriend. She took the length from his mouth with a pop.

'Try bobbing. Apply pressure with your lips. Taste him.' She demonstrated for him by wrapping her lips around the tool. All the while, she watched him; staring intently at him as he watched her pleasure a better-equipped male. When she was done, she angled the red bone towards him.

'Now you try.' She watched as he sucked, correcting and commenting on his technique as Hank learned to orally pleasure another male.

***

Hank was still retching. Fox pre still clung onto his face fur. He wanted to shut his eyes but he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to. So he faced his girlfriend and her orange lover as they prepared to engage in coitus. Hank, meanwhile was squatting in a corner, lubing up a five-inch fox dildo beneath him.

'Hey, ass up.' The fox came over. A condom was already sheathed over his length. Hank quickly got on all-fours, presenting his rump to his second master. Laura surveyed the scene. God, was it hot. Hank had a really nice ass. He raised his tail, and all the while his heart fell. It wasn't supposed to go down this way. His hands shook as he handed the fox the lube.

Instantly, his sensitive pucker was assaulted by the cool gel. The fox teased the tight hole with one hand while the other worked on groping and squeezing the sub's buns. The fox smiled. Quite an ass, this one, he thought as he kneaded Hank's fleshy bottom. Slowly, the fox pushed in a finger; pushing pass his anal ring and spreading the lube around his passage. Hank grimaced as the fox robbed him of his anal virginity. The fox dug around in there, pushing in and out slowly, as if to mock Hank. Soon though, he gasped. His puny wolf meat stirred. The fox leaned down to speak into one of Hank's ears.

'Prostate. See? It isn't all bad.'

Hank winced as the finger left his rump. He yelped as the fox gave him a parting spank.

Hank then resumed his previous position and squatted over the dildo. Those two had specially picked it out, so that Hank could mimic whatever was going on in front of him.

'Ready, chump?' the fox asked.

Hank nodded, unable to look at the fox's face.

He watched as the fox slowly brought his hips forward, the tip of his cock parting her soft folds. Hank lowered himself upon the dildo, feeling the tip spear his tight rear. He gasped and grimaced. This thing was way bigger than the finger, he though as the inches of silicone vanished up his bum. The fox smiled as Hank was forced to violate himself and watch him take his girlfriend at the same time. Two birds with one stone. The fox pulled out slowly, watching Hank do the same. The muscly jock was clearly struggling to keep up. The fox wanted to bang that stud so very bad; to bury his foxhood deep in between those taut buns and make that woof moan. They always enjoyed it, no matter how much they told themselves they didn't. The tops and the straights always had the tightest holes. And almost always, those holes were virgin holes; pure, untouched by any dick, dildo or finger. It was something magical to him, to claim their hot asses. The size and muscles only added to the fun. Better yet, was when they struggled a little at first and then slowly, they would bend (quite literally) to this will.

The fox had a bright idea. 'Hey, come over here! And leave it in,' he added as Hank tried to pull out the plastic rod.

Hank hobbled over and presented his rump to the two of them; showing off how far he'd gotten it up there.

'Get up here. Squat. Yeah, there we go!'

Hank whined pitifully. Below him, was Laura, giggling playfully as she teased his underendowed wolfhood as it hung between his legs. He was squatting over her midsection, facing her. The fox was behind him, molesting his back. Hank grunted as the orange fuzzball gently fucked him with the dildo. Hank made a sound. The bastard! He thought. He had hoped they didn't hear.

'That's it. Come on, moan for us. You know you want to. Admit it, you like up the ass. You can't hide it.' The fox reached for Hank's erect cock, which was up and throbbing at its full length of two inches, knot and all. Hank made an odd sound; a hybrid of a pitiful whine and a grunt of pleasure.

'Yeah, that's it! Moan! Louder! Girlier this time!' The fox ordered. Laura pinched his bead-like testicles. Hank moaned and whined as effeminately as he could. He blushed and wished he could just vanish off the face of the earth as he was forced to vocalize his pleasure every time the intruding plastic fox cock rubbed over his sweet spot.

The three of them settled into a rhythm of pleasure. The fox gripped the base of Hank's dildo as he humped, so it was like he was fucking the both of them at the same time. The fox's hands explored the muscled torso with its thick fur and spicy musk. The fox wrapped his free arm around Hank, finding his abs and pecs up front. The fox exhaled and breathed in the sub's scent and all the while, he pretended his cock was being caressed by the inner walls of that nice wolf ass.

Hank kneeled quietly as he was bound; his hands behind his back and his legs spread with a makeshift spreader bar, which made it nearly impossible for him to run away. His gaze followed Laura as she was getting dressed. What the hell was she doing?

'All set?' The fox turned to Laura as he tightened the thick ropes around Hank and fingered the wolf's used hole.

'Oh, one last thing!' Laura rummaged around her handbag and produced a bottle of perfume. Promptly, she doused Hank in a generous amount. Hank retched. The stuff was strong. This was definitely Laura's perfume. It was her secondary scent. It she didn't smell of her natural musk, she wore this. Before backing off for the door, Laura doused Hank's genitals in a heavy amount of the stuff too, cancelling out the wolf's failing musk.

'See you in a bit.' She blew a kiss at Hank before vanishing into the corridor. As soon as she was gone, Hank struggled against his bonds.

'SSssshhh... It's alright. Everything's going to be okay. Just sit tight and moan like the little bitch you are, alright?'

Hank growled and crossed his eyes as pleasure grew sharply from deep inside his passage.

'Nice tight hole...' the fox breathed into Hank ear. Hank moaned and stopped abruptly at the sound of a disturbance outside.

'Showtime,' the fox whispered as he got up, removing his finger roughly and slapping Hank's ass again.

There were at least two people outside... He recognised Laura and the second voice...

'Ohoho, can't wait, sugar...'

Hank's eyes widened in panic. He could almost feel his heart falling and crashing into a million pieces.

'No! No, please! I'll do anything! Please! Just don't let Trent see me like this!'

Trent Radnor was Hank's biggest rival. While Hank had made the team, Trent only served as a reserve and the two had never seen eye to eye ever since. Trent was a huge light brown stallion, who was just as ripped as Hank was. Being a stallion, Trent only beat Hank in one area and that was his endowments. Not like that was anything to brag about. All stallions were friggin hung.

The fox surveyed Hank for a moment with an amused expression.

'Anything?'

Before he could answer, the door opened a crack and Laura entered. Hank tensed and breathed a sigh of relief as it swung closed behind her.

'What the hell's going on?'

'Hm? Oh, I decided I want to see you have sex with Trent,' Laura replied matter-of-factly.

'WHAT?'

'Shh! Not so loud!'

'First of all, this is way beyond what you initially asked for! And second of all, I can't have sex with another man. I'm not gay!'

'You sure about that?' The fox eyed him... foxily.

Hank didn't answer him. 'And I can't do this! He can't see me like this! Please! I can't! It'll ruin me! Baby, I'm sorry. I really am! I love you, I really do! I'll change! I'll do whatever you want! Please, just anything but this!'

She looked at her boyfriend; buff, naked, bound, underendowed and pleading.

'No,' she said.

Hank stared at her. He didn't know what to say. Laura walked up to him and kneeled so that they were almost eye-to-eye. She smirked.

'I blindfolded him. Listen, like I said, I still love you, babe. And it means a lot to me that you're sorry. Look, it's just one more thing. You think you can do that.. for me?' She added, for sympathy points.

Hank considered this for a moment.

'He's blindfolded?'

'Yep.'

'He won't see me?'

'I said you were out and I was getting lonely... not that there's going to be any sort of repeat performance, if that's what you're thinking,' she added, misreading Hank's confused look.

'Foxy here will be a ninja, I'll be the voice and you'll be the body.'

Hank gawped at her. "Just follow my lead," she mouthed as she went to open the door.

Panic bubbled up within Hank as he took in the all-too-familiar sight of his arch-rival. He was just as he remembered him; wearing the jersey of his least favourite football team as well as those super baggy pants to hide his chicken legs. Everyone can tell when you don't work out your bottom half! Hank rolled his eyes internally.

Trent was indeed wearing a blindfold and his arms are tied behind his back. Laura guided the stallion over to Hank.

'Oh, I hope you don't think poorly of him. He really is trying but sometimes... I have cravings you know?'

Hank's expression visibly soured Trent laughed that stupid chuckle.

'Oh, I know. I so get that! Girls have needs...' Trent's bulge visibly swelled.

'Give it to me, big boy...' The look on her face said it all. "Douche." Hank's heart lifted a little.

Laura roved a hand up his thigh. The fox ninja was back, beginning to loosen his bonds.

Hank got the message. As soon as his hands were free, he took Laura's place; feeling up the most Jersey Shore of them all on campus. People like Trent gave jocks a bad name.

Hank wanted to look away. This was just messed up. It didn't help with Trent's "oh yeah"s and "that's it"s coming from above. Bravely, Hank slid the stallion's baggy pants down. He cussed internally. The stallion was standing on pure muscle. Nothing pathetic about these legs at all.

Trent's musk was intoxicating. His jock was straining to contain the equine endowment.

'That's a big cock...' the fox whispered.

'What?' Trent said above.

'Uh, that's a big cock you've got there,' Laura teased unconvincingly. She gave the fox a look. "Sorry" he mouthed.

'Wanna let the big boy loose?'

Laura nodded at Hank. Slowly, he slid the thin cotton down the stallion's muscular legs. Hank prayed this one didn't kick. Their jaws dropped. Male or female, they say you didn't live until you've seen what a stallion packed. And this stallion was definitely packing!

Hank had to tilt his head as the titanic shaft hardened up to its full length of about three or so. Those balls were the size of oranges; big and heavy. Hank grabbed the shaft and slowly started to pump the massive meat.

Slowly, he took the head, feeling his mouth strain as he filled his muzzle with horse cock in front of his girlfriend and a fox. It was only a little while ago that he got a crash-course on Cocksucking 101. Bob, suck, taste, knead. And no teeth! Hank tried to keep that in mind as he kept the undesirable thoughts at bay.

He was sucking off his biggest rival because his girlfriend told him to; feeling the warm salty pre tickle his taste buds as he struggled to handle Trent's girth and flared head. It was a curious sensation, despite it all. Hank couldn't help but marvel at the texture; hot, soft and slippery. He could feel the massive organ throb. Tentatively, he reached out a hand to wrap around those heavy orbs. This was cock. He was sucking a cock. Hank didn't know why it didn't register the first time. Maybe it was because this pole was just massive in comparison to a fox rocket.

The fox took Hank's hand off the base. Hank watched as he smirked before making a finger go up the equine's hole. Trent grunted.

'What the-'

'Oh come on, doesn't it feel good?' Laura said.

'Mmmmm... Yeah! Yeah, it does. OOoooohhh, right there. You finger Hank's hole too?'

'Yeah. He likes it.'

'Heh, loose motherfu- hey, watch the teeth!'

And so Hank sucked on the stallion. It was a little fun, he had to admit; making lewd sounds as he choked and sucked hungrily, popping the tip out of his mouth over and over again. He stared into Laura's eyes as he dragged his canine tongue up the underside of the shaft, even going as far as to nuzzle the horse's musky sac. The fox meanwhile was fast helping Trent along. Two of those fingers were jackhammering the unseen hole between those light brown buns.

'Oh Gods, I'm close... ' Trent suddenly said.

Hank's eyes widened. Horse cum. He'd drown. His maw left the flared head. He could see Trent's piss slit dilated; ready to release a torrent of potent horse seed. It was then that Laura arrived by his side with a large pitcher.

'Oh yeah, give it to me! Make it rain!'

His huge balls pulled up and with startling whinny, Trent came. Globs of white rocketed out of the tip; hitting the base of the pitcher with significant force. The three of them stared in awe as the stallion came. He was like a hydrant, but finally, the last glob of white joined the rest of the stuff in the pitcher. It was nearly full. Hank blushed as he realized he'd been jerking the thick cock all the while, running a slick hand down the softening length to the head to milk the last of the stuff out.

'Mmmhhhh... Yeah. You're a natural, girl.' Hank blushed as the fox continued his assault on the horse's asshole.

They got rid of Trent quickly enough afterwards. Hank stared at his mug. It was still warm.

'Go on.'

Hank gulped and took a swing. Warm, freshly collected colt batter poured into his maw.

'Savour it.' Laura ordered.

Reluctantly, Hank let the thick salty goo linger a little longer. What really got him was how thick the stuff was. And then there was the taste. It was just so tangy... and sweet. He was to finish the entire thing before the day was up. Laura and the fox were helping things along-ish. She held a cum-covered fox dildo at his maw and Hank sucked it dry. The fox was next with the real thing and he repeated the process.

'Yeah, like that... Good puppy'

Hank grunted in his position. He was resting most of his weight on his upper back as he was curled in a sort of ball; his hands holding his butt cheeks apart; exposing his slightly used hole.

He'd insisted on it. He'd gotten a taste of cock twice that day... and he liked it. The dildo was pure heaven. He HAD to have a taste of the real thing. He figured he just might as well considering everything that had happened.

'Now beg.'

'Please fuck me, master.'

'Fuck you where?'

'My ass, master. Fill me with your cock and cum inside of me.' Hank's words trailed off into a whine. It was still humiliating. Begging a guy to fuck him.

'As you wish.' Hank gasped as he was penetrated by the real thing. He didn't need to be told to moan.

'Higher,' the fox said. Hank shifted himself. His own neglected cock was aimed right between his eyes.

Laura started to rub his pathetic length with a different kind of lube as the fox picked up the pace; slamming into him. Hank moaned openly now. Getting fucked by a guy. It was ecstasy! Dribbles of his own pre rained down onto his face as Laura worked on his cock.

Pleasure was just coursing through his loins. He felt something nudge his nose. His cock! It was big again! He could see his old balls were back to their normal size again as his sac bounced from everything that was going on.

Hank moaned like a slut as he was fed his own cock to nurse on. The fox finally came, filling Hank up with cream like a Twinkie. He whined as the fox pulled out, only to gasp and moan again when he was filled with the fox's magic fingers.

The fox pounded that delicious ass; the fresh cum acting as lube, watching as Hank suckled to bring himself to orgasm. Finally, he climaxed. Hank choked on his own cum; much of it escaping to drool down the sides of his face. The fox slowed down to gently rub Hank's passage, watching as the big hunky wolf slackened his efforts on his cock and allowing the big red bone to just rest there in his maw as he collected himself; big barrel chest heaving with exhaustion.

'I'd say your boyfriend likes cock.'

As if to force a response out of him, the fox rubbed against that special place up his rump, eliciting a moan of approval.

'Well, that's everything I guess.' The fox collected his gear. He allowed Hank to keep the dildo as a token, and the big wolf was now sitting in a chair with the thing far up his used rump. Hank was sucking horse cum from a baby's bottle; the pitcher with the rest of the stuff being kept warm with a bottle warmer.

Hank coughed. He was starting to feel parched. His breath would stink of cock for a while

'Here,' the fox handed Laura two different bottles of lube. Laura only smirked.

Hank got up, waddled over and took the bottles off her. Before anyone could protest, he had squirted the shrinking cream all over his manhood and was massaging it in. They watched as the inches quickly vanished again... seven... five... until it was at an unimpressive and lonely one. He passed the bottles to Laura before reaching for a small length of pink ribbon lying on one of the cabinets. He tied his package up in an adorable bow. It looked cute; miniature and pink.

'I love you, Laura.'

She kissed him. 'Hey, wait! I didn't even catch your name!' she said just as the fox was disappearing through the door into the corridor.

He smiled that fox smile and said,' Jake. That's all you need to know,' before vanishing.

'I guess it's just you and me now,' Hank said.

'Yeah,' she giggled at her boyfriend's cock. 'You know this means I get to do stuff to you, right?'

'What kind of stuff?' he queried as he downed more horse spunk.

'Like dares... If you want your cock back, I dare you to take a shower right after football practice tomorrow and show all your teammates.'

'WHAT?'

'With the bow.' She giggled.