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Just another bit of random writing practice. My daily hour of writing to try and get creativity flowing through my brain. They're short, rough, and not going to be of a high quality.

This piece was a request from Crisp

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Crisp opened the door to the locker room, peeking his head through to make sure it was empty before he ducked inside. The wolf hated having to change with all the other jocks and muscle-heads and lunks. It never ceased to leave him in an embarrassing situation. Those tight bodies, sweaty muscles... and when they would change near him. He pried open his locker, intent on changing back into his street clothes, but the scent of the lockers broke his concentration. If he focused, he could see them all. Changing, toweling down, making lewd conversation after a hard workout. The wolf shuddered and shook his head, trying to clear the images from his mind. Not that it was any good. Already, the front of his shorts were tented, cock leaking against the fabric.

A black paw reached down and gave his hidden member a firm squeeze, moan escaping his muzzle. Pre was oozing from his cock and he couldn't help but stroke along his trapped shaft, tail wagging back and forth excitedly. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't control his own libido. It had always been a problem for him. A quite embarrassing problem. His mind wandered back to when he was younger, a "friend" of his knew of his secret, and would always torment him. That mischievous border collie had snuck up on him in the middle of gym class and yanked his shorts down, leaving him in just his tighty-whities. The poor wolf had climaxed right there, ropes of cum spurting through the fabric and onto the gym floor. Everyone had saw, pointing and laughing at him at what had happened.

Those memories only served to make his cock pulse in his paws, quickly drawing towards the edge of his orgasm, even as he stood in front of his open locker. "Maybe just real quick... before anyone gets in here," Crisp thought, pulse rising, the thought of getting caught by the jocks only exciting him further. Fantasy doesn't always translate well to reality, and when the wolf's ears heard the locker room door open, he panicked and stepped into his locker, pulling it shut. Just in time, too! Through the slats in the cramped locker he watched as three big, muscly guys walk into the room, their scent filling the room and making Crisp's cock throb in his shorts.

A big, beefy kangaroo with a muscle-gut, a broad-shouldered buck with a rack that was still filling out this season, and a barrel-chested doberman with tattoos along both arms. Crisp drank in the sight as they gathered in front of his locker, each opening their own to fish out clothes, towels and other necessities.

"Man. I can't believe I hit that stack," the roo commented, pulling his shirt off and dropping it on the bench with a wet plop.

"Hah, yeah, Terry didn't think you could do it. Said you'd break before five reps," the doberman teased, kicking his shoes off and sitting on the bench to relax.

Terry, the deer, just grumbled and smacked the doberman in the arm. "Shut up, Jake. I said that if were anyone else, they'd fail. I knew Zack would be fine."

Crisp just remained quiet, watching the three older guys change and joke around, listening to their banter. His arms were pinned at his side in the tiny locker, and movement would open the door, or cause some noise, and he couldn't risk it. His cock was still hard as a rock, straining against his shorts and the door to the locker. He could feel small rivulets of pre going down his legs and into his shoes. The wolf bit his lip to keep from making any noise, every muscle in his body fighting to twitch and squirm, especially one.

It was so hard watching the beefy males undress, now standing before his locker in nothing but their boxers, or in the doberman's case, a nice set of briefs that showed off every curve of his ass. Crisp wanted to look away, but his throbbing wolfhood kept his gaze forward. He'd never had his own private, perverse show like this, and he had the best seat in the house for it.

The roo was the first to strip down, revealing a low-hanging, uncut shaft, a gleam of light at the tip from where a piercing was just visible under the hood. The buck turned his head towards the naked roo and he reached a paw down to pinch the small, gold loop, shaking it back and forth. "Such a sparkly little fag, aren't ya?" the deer teased, making the roo's shaft jiggle back and forth as he lightly played with the piercing.

"Yeah, yeah. You say that as you play with my junk?" Zack replied, putting his arms on his hips as he smirked at the deer, shaft thickening a bit from the attention. "Not that I mind! Keep going!"

"Oh my god, you two. Seriously." Jake just rolled his eyes and tugged his own briefs down, rolling around his freed balls, cut member almost as thick as the roo's hardening one.

Terry pulled his paws away to finish undressing, his own cut shaft hanging over a huge set of balls that made Crisp's throat tighten at the sight. "What, Jake, are you jealous that I'm playing with his instead of yours?" The deer reached a paw down and gave the dobie's member a squeeze, just holding onto it.

Crisp's body was trembling as he watched the older males fondle each other so nonchalantly. He bit into his tongue, trying to focus all his energy into abate his orgasm. "Oh my god. Ohmygod ohmygod. Don't cum. Not here. They'll tell. Don't... cum.... Don't. Cuuuuum!!" His body convulsed, cock betraying him as his orgasm crashed over his senses. His shaft pulsed and throbbed hard, cum spurting through the fabric of his underwear and shorts, splattering against the back of the locker door and flooding his garments. It ran down his legs and into his shoes, soaking into his socks. He squirmed and tried not to thrash around as he rode out the most powerful climax he'd had in a while, and all without touching himself.

"I swear, dude. You play with it so much, I'd swear you want to get to know it on a first-name basis. Do you need me to intro..." The dobie paused, nose twitching as he sniffed the air. "Introduce... do you smell that?" he asked, sniffing the air again, looking around the locker room. "Smells like cum."

Terry released the dobie's member, sniffing at the air as well, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I do. ZACK! You fag, what'd you do?"

The roo laughed and punched the deer in the arm, pointing at his shaft and sticking out his tongue. "You think you're funny, don'tcha. I'm not even hard."

Jake sniffed around again, looking right at Crisp's locker, noticing something oozing out from the bottom of the door. "What the fuck? Is... that?" he was pointing at the cum dripping from the bottom of the door.

Crisp was coming down from his high, hoping that the other's hadn't noticed. The last minute of conversation not registering. When the door to his locker was yanked open he barked in fear.

"DUDE!"

"What the hell?"

"Was he spying on us?"

"And jacking it, apparently."

"And I thought you were gay."

"Shut it, Jake."

"What do we do with him?"

Crisp just stayed frozen in the locker, eyes locked with the roo's who was the one holding the door open. Despite the situation, his cock remained erect, threatening another orgasm. He couldn't think of anything to say, even if he had the ability to speak at the moment.

Jake made the decision for everyone as he reached into the locker and grabbed Crisp's shirt, tugging him out and laying him out against the bench. "I say we tie him up and leave him here!" breathed the dobie, looking quite pissed at the small wolf.

Terry laughed and shook his head, reaching a paw down to give his heavy sac a firm squeeze. "Why stop there? I say we make him suck us off, too."

Crisps face flushed at the thought and his cock throbbed in his shorts, second orgasm triggering just at the thought of the older guys forcing themselves on him.

The dobie was holding the clothed wolf down against the bench and he felt the younger canine start twitching beneath him. "Oh my god, I think you just made him cum by saying that! Holy shit, dude."

Zack, who hadn't said anything, was mulling over the idea as he idly stroked along his shaft, toying with the bit of metal at the end. "I... think I like Terry's idea. Especially since the little perv seems so amenable to the idea," the roo said, stepping around to the wolf's upper body, now stroking his cock a bit more intently.

Jake huffed and shook his head, rolling his eyes. "This little... I can't believe you guys are going to do that. Fine. Tie his legs up, I'll get his arms. And YOU!" The doberman pointed a finger right to the wolf's nose. "Don't say a god damn word about this."

Crisp nodded quietly, keeping his muzzle completely shut. He could feel cum running down over his thighs and his cock was still straining to be freed to the open. The wolf's arms were raised above his head and his shirt was tugged up and off his torso, wrapped tight around his wrists and the bench, secured in place by the dobie's strong paws. The buck leaned down to Crisp's legs and laughed, looking back up at the others. "This guy's legs are covered in cum. God damn." The deer's paws grabbed Crisp's shoes and untied the laces, tugging on them tightly to make sure the shoes couldn't be kicked off. He tied each shoe to the leg of the bench, each one fastened down so that Crisp couldn't even move his feet.

Having his shoes played with, laces tied and toyed with, was a secret love of the poor wolf and he couldn't help his third orgasm from spurting out into the mess that he'd already made. Part of him was thankful that the others didn't notice, but the other half longed for their teasing. He had almost forgot what they intended to do to him, but a paw on the back of his head snapped him back to reality. His head was turned to the side and a hard, uncut roo shaft was pressed to his lips.

"If you bite..." Zack whispered, looking down at the wolf and pressing his cock a bit more firmly against the wolf's lips.

Crisp didn't need to be told anything else, muzzle parting as he took the marsupial's thick shaft almost to the base, gagging slightly. Zack was not going to be gentle, it seemed, and all he could do was flick his tongue around the roo's cock as it started thrusting in and out of his muzzle. That gold loop would clack against his teeth now and then, but that only seemed to encourage the roo's movements. Crisp could taste Zack's pre pooling in his muzzle, and he did his best to swallow.

The paw holding onto his head tightened its grip and Zack was starting to breath heavier, thrusts becoming erratic. "Fuuuck..." the roo panted, pulling back and holding Crisp's head steady while jerking his cock off. That was the only warning the wolf got before ropes of roo seed splashed against his muzzle and face.

As soon as the roo had finished, the deer had taken his place. Instead of just shoving his cock into the wolf's muzzle, he stepped over the bench and lowered his heavy sac down onto Crisp's face, growling happily. His paw worked over his shaft, content to let the wolf suck and lick at his heavy balls.

Even with his face painted in roo cum, all he could smell was the deer. His tongue lapped happily at the heavy balls and he tried taking each one into his muzzle to suck on them, but they were too large. He felt paws tug back his shorts and underwear, the waistband snapping him right beneath his balls. The sudden, vulnerable exposure made his body convulse beneath the deer and he came again, thin ropes splashing against his stomach fur.

Jake just shook his head in disbelief, staring at the wolf's pulsing shaft. "So unreal. He's like a fucking hair-trigger. Don't even have to touch him." The dobie pulled his paws away from the wolf's wet shorts and started stroking his own shaft. "I bet I can make him cum by cumming on his cock."

Terry laughed, eyes almost shut as he stroked himself off. "Now... who's gay...?" he asked, heart racing as he neared his own orgasm. The buck ground his balls down into the wolf's face, smothering him for a second before letting him have air again. It wasn't much longer before the deer hit his orgasm. He quickly stepped back and pointed his cock down at the wolf's muzzle, pressing the head just inside before spraying a torrent of cervine cum into Crisp's muzzle, making him gag, some running from the corners of his mouth.

The dobie wasn't far behind and he growled as he came, cum spurting out across Crisp's lower body, several landing directly over the wolf's already-soaked cock. Sure enough, Crisp shuddered and came again, barely any cum oozing out this time. Jake sighed contently, wiping the head of his cock off on Crisp's side, shaking his head. "Fucking knew it. God damn fag."

"Come on, let's get out of here before someone comes in." Zack said, already dressed and ready to leave.

The buck and dobie had no arguments, and as quickly as they'd found the wolf, they dressed and left, leaving the poor wolf exhausted and tied to the locker room bench.

Crisp dozed off for almost a half hour before the sound of the door opening roused him and his shaft. The thought of being found like this instantly made him hard, cheeks burning with shame. The waistband of his shorts and underwear were still tucked under his balls and as soon as the large border collie turned the corner, the small wolf whimpered and came for the countless time that day, right in front of the astonished and dumbfounded stranger. "Jesus. What the hell...?"