Acting Class, Part 1 - The Team
DISCLAIMER:
This story contains 18+ material which is not suitable for anyone under... well, 18+. It contains furry sex between 2 males, rape, bondage... but by now, you get the gist, so I won't ruin it. Enjoy, and stay tuned for Part 2!
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Acting Class
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Now, you're probably going to ask - this story has nothing to do with acting class. Well be patient, boys and girls, because all good things - in time - reveal themselves.
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Gah, he had struck paydirt again.
The fox stepped into the gym locker room right after practice, and upon entering, he smelled the stench of other males. A smell he loved. He ventured deeper into the large room and drew in a long, lustful sniff, letting the odor waft through his system. It emanated from the clothes strewn carelessly about the benches; it rose from the discarded jock straps on the floor. The group of boys was already in the shower, rinsing away the sweat and dirt from a hard days practice. He loved to sneak into this sort of "sacred domain" while the boys were in the shower. He would wait down the hall until he saw the boys rush into the room and then wait about three minutes â€" they were almost always in the shower by then. And each time he was right; he walked in unnoticed and took a seat on the bench farthest away from the shower while still within earshot. He'd sit and listen to their conversations, how they obsessed over girls and how they wanted to fuck them. How they wanted to ravage them. Ugh, it was... kinda sickening, actually. But what could he say? Fucking guys wasn't sickening? It wasn't disgusting? It wasn't wrong?
Creak.
Oh shit! Had he come in too late? There's no way that if he timed it right, that the boys would be already coming out of the shower! Oh God, he was screwed. He quickly snatched up his backpack and ran for the door...
Jiggle jiggle.
Nothing. Shit, shit, shit! Why was the door locked...? A large shadow loomed over him, and he turned to face the source. "Oh God... oh good God..." He was staring face to face with the quarterback of the football team, and the wolf was looking directly into the fox's eyes, no - into the fox's soul itself - with a malicious twinge in his eyes. "Hey faggot." He snickered. The fox cowered. Fuck.
Jiggle jiggle jiggle! Damnit door, open the fuck up!!
"You don't honestly think that we haven't noticed you coming in and watching us in here after practice... do you?" The fox didn't answer. "Hey, faggot, I'm talking to you!" he punched the fox in the gut as someone caught the fox from behind. "N-no..." he stammered. The large wolf bared his razor-sharp canines. "No WHAT?" he barked at the young fox. "N-n-no... sir..." the fox managed to say. The wolf shook his head and wagged his finger. "Nuh uh sport, sir isn't good enough. I prefer you to call me..." he bent his head low, "...master." The fox began to cry. "Y-y..." he began. "Yes... m-master..."
Within minutes, the fox was strapped to a back bench by about three belts and had a sock stuffed in his mouth. "Mmf-mmf- Whudda ya gunna do to me...?" he managed to say in a muffled voice. He was sweating and shaking uncontrollably now, he was truly scared to death. The wolf chuckled and the others laughed with him, and he smiled at the fox. "Oh, the poor foxy is scared. What do you say boys? Should we make this little faggot feel better?" He bent down to the fox's level and whispered in his ear: "What do you think, lil' foxboy? We're all gonna fuck you." The fox shook more violently and tried to writhe out of the straps. "No, no, no... this can't happen..." Within seconds, the fox's pants were off, exposing his boxers underneath, which were embroidered with smiley faces. Not a good choice for the occasion. A few seconds later, his boxers were off as well, and he could feel the cool condensation settle on his fur from the now-off showers.
"You ready to get your virginity stolen, foxy? Because ready or not, here I come!" and with that, the wolf lifted the fox's tail and plunged â€" no warning, no time to unclench his tailhole, and more importantly â€" no lube! "SHIT!" the fox screeched shrilly. The wolf pistoned in and out of the fox so fast, the bench shook vigorously. "Oh good God... he's gonna fucking kill me if he fucks any harder..." It seemed like the wolf heard the fox's thoughts, because at that second, he began to go balls-deep into his ass. "Shit... you're... tight..." the wolf panted. Sweat was dripping off of his muzzle onto the fox's forehead, and the whole room reeked of musk, cum, and the scent of sex. The room shook. The open lockers next to the pair were swinging, clanging metal on metal. The fox's ears were ringing. "I'm gonna fucking die... this hurts... but it's so good..." the fox was beginning to bleed from his tailhole already, and he was slowly losing conciousness. The wolf's knot had already formed, and with a loud pop, he was in. "Awfuck, boys... I knotted him..." The fox heard this, and then the sound all around him began to dull. "This isn't goo..." he thought. And then he couldn't think anymore.
About ten minutes later, he woke up in the locker room, still tied to the bench, still sore from being fucked, and â€" sniff â€" they hadn't had the decency to at least clean him up a bit? Well, at least it wasn't the worst fuck ever. In fact, it was everything he thought it would be. Yeah... everything he thought it would be. He had known this was going to happen. He just had to be a good enough actor and be willing to bleed to unconsciousness... but it was worth it. "Now... to get these straps undone..." He wriggled around a bit and expected to pop free within seconds. Grunt. Um... okay, maybe another direction. Gahhh... grunt. Oh shit. This wasn't good.
Creak.
Fuck.
The locker room door opened, and light hit the bludgeoned fox's face. It was damn bright, too. "What the fuck...?" came an astonished gasp from the door. The fox managed to turn his head to get a better look.
Double fuck.
The coach.
"Heh..." he propped open the door and retreated back to the hall. "Hey guys... you're gonna wanna see this..."
Gah, he had struck paydirt again.