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The Sheriff of Nottingham made his way down the cold corridors of the castle dungeons, whistling a merry tune and spinning his ring of keys around his finger. His footsteps echoed down the hallway as he went, the happy tune he was whistling seeming to mock the many prisoners he had arrested. He kept going until he got to one cell; one very special cell. He nonchalantly unlocked the door, still whistling to himself as he opened it up and stepped inside before closing the door. He hooked his keys back onto his belt and greeted the two prisoners who had been chained to the walls by their wrists and ankles.

"Good mornin' to ya! Lovely day, ain't it? Oh, I guess you two wouldn't know, no windows in here for ya to see!" the Sheriff chuckled. It was true; the only source of light came from a torch that had been fixed to one of the walls. The big, chubby wolf grinned wickedly and looked down at his two special prisoners.

"I still can't believe my luck. I must be the luckiest man alive to have been able to catch not only Robin Hood, but his favourite butt buddy Little John too!" he laughed joyously as he approached the bear and fox who just stared up at him hatefully.

"Now... yer both probably wondering what I'm gonna do with y'all." the Sheriff continued as he looked over his prisoners, "I could just hand ya in to Prince John and let him do what he wants with ya... But that's no fun! I wanna have my own fun with ya. You two are my prisoners after all. "

"You're even more stupid than you look if you think you can keep us here." Robin growled. The wolf looked down at the fox and placed a hand on his chin, looking into his eyes.

"Captured and chained up and you're still runnin' yer big mouth. Well don't you worry, we'll put that mouth of yers to good use." he let go of the fox's chin and grabbed the keys on his belt.

"Now, the three of us are gonna have a lot of fun together." he smirked as he looked through the keys and found the one he needed.

"What are you gonna do?" Little John asked.

"Ah, you'll see." Sheriff chuckled as he undid the chains around Robin's wrists. He unlocked the chains around the fox's right ankle too, but left the ones around his left one to keep him from trying to escape. This gave him enough leeway to move a few feet while still keeping him chained to the wall.

"I'd love to unlock all of them chains you got there, but I don't want to risk you trying anything." the Sheriff said as he started to do the same to Little John's binds, "I know what you two are like, can't trust either of ya." Robin and Little John both rubbed their wrists once they were loose.

"So what is it you have planned, then?" Robin asked, readying himself for whatever devious plan the evil wolf had concocted. The Sheriff smirked.

"Heh, eager to get started, eh, fox?" he chuckled, "Well first off... I need you two to get naked. C'mon, hurry up you two, I don't have all day!" Robin and John looked at each other, unsure.

"You want us to... what?" Robin asked.

"You heard me! Those clothes of yers; off, now!" the wolf growled.

"No way!" John said as he shook his head defiantly, "You've gotta be kidding!"

"Hey, you two can undress yerselves willingly or I can just cut yer darn clothes of myself!" the Sheriff growled. Robin and John looked at each other.

"What do we do, Rob'?" John asked. Robin thought to himself for a moment before sighing.

"Let's just do as he says. Whatever he has planned, it can't be that bad, right?"

"If you say so, Rob'. But I don't like this, not one bit." with that, the two started pulling off their tunics. The sheriff watched, grinning ear to ear as his two enemies stripped off in front of him, their clothes falling to the cold, stone floor as the two were left in nothing but their loincloths. The Sheriff looked over their nearly naked bodies.

"Mmm, not bad, not bad at all." he smirked, his eyes moving up and down Little John's chubby belly before moving onto Robin and his thinner, more lithe form. He looked down at the fox's loincloth.

"Hey, don't stop there! Get those off too! I said I wanted the two of you naked; that means everything off!" Little John sighed.

"Can't believe this." he muttered, "This is crazy..." he reached down and hesitated for a moment before pulling off his loincloth. The Sheriff's eyes lit up as he caught sight of the bear's now completely naked form. Robin Hood was less willing to depart with his last piece of clothing, however. His cheeks had turned bright red, an increasing feeling of nervousness building up inside him. His reluctance to pull off his loincloth had gone unnoticed by the Sheriff though; he was too busy staring at Little John's body.

"Mm, my, yer quite the handsome bear, aren't ya?" the wolf grinned and stepped towards him. He ran a finger down John's chest which got a surprise gasp and a shiver from him. The Sheriff slowly ran his digit down the bear's big, fat belly before stopping at his sheath.

"Heh, and will ya look at that nice, big sheath of yours!" he said, "All nice and big 'n' thick... Not as big as mine, but still, that's a might fine tool ya got between yer legs there."

"Oh!" John gasped as he felt the Sheriff's finger running across the tip of his sheath, tickling it slightly and sending even more shivers through the bear's body.

"Heh, looks like you like that." the wolf smirked.

"D-don't..." John gasped, "Don't touch me..."

"Don't touch you?" the Sheriff asked. He paused for a moment before grunting and reaching down with his hand and cupping John's heavy balls in his hand. He gave the hefty sack a good squeeze.

"Ahh!" John let out a sudden moan as the Sheriff groped and squeezed and his crotch.

"Listen to me, bear, yer my prisoners, so that means I get to touch you whenever and wherever I want, you got that?" Little John remained silent and the Sheriff gave his balls a teasing, warning squeeze, "I said you got that?!"

"Yes!" John gasped out, "Y-yes, okay!"

"Heh, good." the Sheriff chuckled. He took his hand away from the bear's crotch and placed both hands on John's belly. He ran his hands across his chubby body, enjoying the feeling of the bear's soft fur on his hands.

"Mm, nice body you got there, Li'l John." he smirked, "Yeah, you got a lot of meat on your bones, unlike yer friend Robin over there. Speakin' o' which." he turned to look at the fox who still hadn't removed his loincloth. The Sheriff approached him.

"Boy, you better have a good reason for not takin' that thing off when I told you to." he growled.

"I-I, um, I was..." Robin stammered nervously, trying to think up a half decent excuse to give the Sheriff. The bigger male raised an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting Robin to act so nervous. He was either expecting the fox to heroically defy him or bravely and unabashedly do as he was told without fear. This was completely unexpected...

"What's gotcha so nervous, fox?" he asked with a smirk. Robin was hiding something. A fear of being naked in public, perhaps? Whatever it was, the Sheriff was going to have some fun uncovering what was making Robin act like this.

"I... I just..."

"You just what?" the Sheriff grinned, "Don't want to be seen naked? Well, if yer not gonna take it off yerself, why don't I just take it off for you?"

"No!" Robin gasped, "No, please! I mean... You can't!"

"I can't, huh?" the Sheriff asked, his voice low and patronizing, "And why not, fox? I never figured you to be the shy sort." Robin couldn't answer. He just stuttered, trying desperately to think of a way out of this situation.

"I'm gettin' tired of waitin'!" the wolf grunted and grabbed the fox's loincloth.

"Hey! N-no!" Robin gasped as his last piece of clothing was torn from him. His hands immediately went to cover his crotch, his cheeks turning bright pink. Little John looked down at him.

"Rob', what's wrong? I've never seen you like this before."

"I think yer little buddy's got somethin' to hide." the Sheriff smirked, "Hands at your sides, fox! I want to see what you got between those legs of yers! C'mon, hurry up!" Robin let out a soft whimper before slowly doing as he was told and taking his hands away from his crotch. The Sheriff looked down at him, grinning widely.

"Aha! So that's why you were actin' all shy!" the Sheriff laughed, "Why, that's the tiniest sheath I've ever seen!" Robin blushed deeply and avoided his captor's gaze. Little John couldn't help but look down at his friend's crotch. The Sheriff was right; Robin's sheath and balls were tiny... The bear was rather disappointed. He expected his fearless leader to be better endowed than that.

"Geez, Rob'..." he said, staring at the fox's crotch.

"Heh, I wonder how big the fearless Robin Hood is when he's hard." the Sheriff chuckled, "Why don't we find out?"

"N-no, please..." Robin begged. The size of his manhood had always been his secret. He tried his best to keep it secret from John and the rest of the merry men and he felt so humiliated now that his enemy, the Sheriff of Nottingham, knew about it.

"What's this, Robin Hood beggin' for mercy? Why I never though I'd see the day! Haha! Wait 'till the guards hear 'bout this!" Robin just whimpered in reply and let out a sudden gasp when he felt the Sheriff reach down and grope him.

"Mmm, I'm gonna have some fun with this pathetic li'l dick of your 'till your all good 'n' hard."

"Stop!" Robin gasped as the Sheriff gave his sheath a light squeeze and started stroking it, "S-stop, you can't!"

"Oh, I can. Yer both my prisoners and I can do whatever I want with you. And, boy, do I have some fun planned for us three!"

"Mph! Nghh! S-stop...!" Robin gasped and moaned as the Sheriff squeezed and groped at his diminutive sheath. The fox tried desperately to hold back the inevitable but it was no use. The stimulation he was getting down there was too much and after a few moments of groping from the big, chubby wolf, he found his length growing from his sheath.

"There we go! Heh, like that, eh?" Sheriff asked as he teased the growing tip of Robin's cock with his finger, "Yeah, that's it, get that tiny pecker of yours hard for the good ol' Sheriff!" Robin squirmed and twisted, but was unable to stop the bigger male from fondling him until he his cock was totally hard at 4 inches.

"Heh, it doesn't get bigger, does it, fox?" he asked.

"N...No..." Robin squeaked.

"Didn't think so." Sheriff chuckled and gripped the fox's length in his hand.

"Ah!" Robin cried out as he felt the wolf's hand gripping his sensitive shaft tight. The Sheriff tugged and squeezed at it, teasing the fox and listening to the noises he was getting from the smaller male.

"Haha! Look at you, fox, squirmin' about and moanin' like a little bitch! I expected you to put up more of a fight! Gotta say, I'm disappointed in you." John looked on as the Sheriff humiliated and molested his once fearless leader. The bear was disappointed too. Robin wasn't even trying to put up a fight, he just stood there, letting their arch enemy do whatever he wanted to him.

"Now, how 'bout we get to the fun part?" the Sheriff smirked, "Get on all fours, fox."

"H-huh?" Robin asked.

"All fours, fox, you heard me!" the Sheriff growled threateningly. Robin squeaked in fear and did as he was told. He shivered slightly as he felt his hands and knees pressing against the cold stone floor of the dungeon.

"Ah!" Robin cried out as the Sheriff brought a hand down on Robin's plump behind.

"That's a might fine ass you got there!" he chuckled and gave it a good squeeze, "Yeah... I bet it's all nice 'n' tight!"

"W-what are you going to do?" Robin asked fearfully.

"I'm just gonna have some fun with this cute li'l ass of yers! But first..." the Sheriff stepped away from the fox and stood next to little John. He threw one arm around the big bear and smiled at him, as if they were the best of friends.

"What d'you think of that fine ass, John?"

"It's...Um..." John didn't know what to say.

"Sexy, ain't it? Look at it, up in the air, just waitin' for someone to go ahead and give it a good fucking."

"Uh... yeah..." John said absent-mindedly.

"Heh, yeah. You've spent a lot of time with yer li'l buddy there, I bet you've thought about giving his ass a pounding plenty'a times."

"Wha- no!" John said, turning his head to look at the wolf.

"Ah, don't lie to me!" the Sheriff scoffed, "I know if I spent a few days with an ass like that, all I'd be able to think about would be what my cock looks like buried inside it! And I've bet you've done the same." John hesitated and stammered, trying desperately to think up something to say.

"Well now's your chance." the Sheriff continued. He leaned in close, his nose nearly touching the bear's ear. He whispered to John; "Fuck him."

They stared into each others eyes; Sheriff with a wide evil grin and Little John with a confused expression on his face. Had he heard right? Did the Sheriff just order him to fuck his best friend?

"What?" he asked.

"You heard me." the Sheriff said, "Get that cock of yours all hard and shove it right in there." Robin whimpered and looked over his shoulder at the two males.

"I... I can't do that!" John gasped.

"'Course ya can!" the Sheriff said. With that, he reached down suddenly and groped at the bear's crotch.

"Oh!" John gasped as his captor gave his sheath a good squeeze. Sheriff stroked and squeezed it, forcing out soft gasps from the bear.

"Heh, ya like that, don't you?" he breathed, "Now just imagine it; that fox's nice, tight ass around yer cock. Bet it'd feel real nice, wouldn't it?" John gasped and whimpered as the wolf played with his sheath. He couldn't help but think about what the wolf was saying... Robin's ass was just there; sticking up in the air, just begging for someone to pound it... He put the thought out of his mind; he couldn't! Robin was his leader, his friend, he couldn't do that to him!

"Yer thinkin' 'bout it, aren't ya?" the Sheriff breathed.

"No..." John whimpered.

"Don't lie to me." Sheriff growled, "You're imagining giving that fox the fucking of a lifetime and you're enoying it. I mean, just look at how hard yer getting." John looked down in surprise and, sure enough, he saw his length hardening from his sheath. He blushed deeply. He couldn't believe what was happening. It was so humiliating. John gasped out when he felt the Sheriff grab his shaft firmly and start stroking it.

"Heh, only semi-hard and yer still bigger than the 'great' Robin Hood over there!" the Sheriff laughed and Robin blushed and looked away, embarrassed. John stayed silent, his breathing getting heavier as the wolf worked his hand up and down his shaft, coaxing it into hardening further. He used his thumb to rub the sensitive head of John's length which got a sudden moan from the bear. Sheriff smirked at the noise he was getting from him. He suddenly felt a sticky substance covering the fur of his thumb as John's cock started to drip pre-cum.

"Heh, already dripping for the ol' Sheriff, eh?" he chuckled, "You must really like this." John groaned in reply. He would never admit this but... the Sheriff's hand around his length felt good. He bucked his hips involuntarily and started to hump into the wolf's hand.

"Yeah, I knew you liked it." the Sheriff said, "Just look at you, squirming and moaning like that... You ain't even fighting it anymore, you're just letting me do whatever I want."

"Ohh... I-I..." John moaned, his cock now fully hard at a throbbing 8 inches.

"All hard already. Now look at that, that's a real man's cock!" he gave John's length a good squeeze before letting go, "Like I said before; not as big as mine, but still, that's a good size ya got there, Li'l John!" John blushed and avoided the Sheriff's gaze. The wolf continued talking; "Now... You know what you gotta do with that big tool o' yers, don't ya?" John looked down at Robin's plump little fox ass, "That's right. Shove it right in there and give it a good fucking! Or, you know, you could say no and I could just throw you two to the guards, let them all have their fun with you. They won't let you off so easily. I guess you could say it's the lesser o' two evils." Sheriff smirked and waited for John's answer. The bear though to himself. Everything was too much for him; he couldn't think straight. His cock was so hard, begging for attention and Robin's ass looked so inviting... And then there was the threat of being thrown to the guards if he didn't do as he was told. He didn't want to know what they'd do to them... John sighed and gave his answer.

"All right. All right, I'll do it." he breathed.

"Haha, that's a good boy!" the Sheriff laughed triumphantly, "Now, while you get into position, I'm gonna make myself comfortable. Since you two are all nekkid, it's only fair that I get rid of my clothes too, right? Why, I might even join in the fun!" John gave the Sheriff a hateful glare as the wolf started undressing. He took up position behind Robin, kneeling down so that his cock was level with the fox's hole. Robin whimpered nervously and looked up at his friend.

"I'm sorry, Rob'." John said. The smaller male didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. What is there to say when your best friend's about to rape you at the order of your arch enemy? There was a clanging sound nearby as the Sheriff finally pulled off his armour and let it drop to the floor, leaving him in just his loincloth which was distended by his hardening wolf cock. A second later the thin cloth hiding his manhood joined his armour on the floor, revealing the Sheriff's big, thick 10 inch member. The wolf gripped his shaft tight and watched his two captives.

"I'm expectin' a good show out of you two!" he smirked. The Sheriff stood back, his hand on his cock, his eyes on the bear and fox.

"Get ready, Rob'." John said as he pushed forward.

"Nghh!" Robin gritted his teeth when he felt his friend's aching cock head pressing up against his tight, virgin taint.

"Oh! G-geez, buddy, you're so tight back here!" John grunted. He tried to go slow, but the vulpine's ass was far too tight for his thick length to penetrate. In the end, the bear had no choice but to forcefully push forward and shove his cock inside Robin's body.

"Ahh! Stop, stop! Too much!" Robin cried out, his whole body tensing up as pain flared through his body.

"Don't you dare pull out!" the Sheriff growled, stopping John in his tracks. John looked at the Sheriff, their eyes meeting for a moment, before looking back at Robin. He placed his hands firmly on the fox's red-furred ass and started to push the rest of his cock inside him. The sound of Robin gasping and moaning filled the cell as John was forced to violate him.

"That's it." the Sheriff breathed as he stroked his own cock, enjoying the show, "How's it feel?"

"Ngh! I-it's tight!" John gasped.

"Yeah, I bet it is. Tiny fox ass like that around that nice, big cock of yers? Bet it feels real amazin', don't it?" John ignored the question and kept forcing himself deeper inside Robin's body. His cock was dripping copious amounts of thick pre-cum inside him but it did nothing to help lubricate the passage. Robin clenched his fists and tried to ignore the pain. John's cock was so big... He hadn't thought it would hurt this much to have it shoved inside him like this. The bear pushed himself deeper and deeper inside Robin, grunting as the warmth and tightness of the vulpine's ass enveloped his member.

"Oh... Oh, Rob', your ass..." he gasped and shivered in pleasure. He shook his head. He didn't want this; the Sheriff was forcing him to rape his friend, he couldn't enjoy it. No matter how nice and tight Robin's ass felt around his length... He braced himself and, with one powerful thrust, buried several inches of hot, thick bear cock inside Robin, hilting inside him.

"Ahh! John! D-damn, it hurts!" the fox cried out.

"I know, buddy, but... well, just try to enjoy it, okay?" John said.

"But I... I..." Robin gasped. John had a point. Maybe if he could focus on the pleasure he could ignore the pain. He didn't have time to think it over as John soon started to slide his cock out of his ass before shoving it inside again. He slowly started to fuck his friend, his breathing getting slightly heavier as he started to slide his length in and out of him. Robin whimpered and let out a high-pitched, submissive moan.

"Haha, sounds like yer enjoyin' it, fox, with all that moaning!" the Sheriff laughed. Robin ignored him and focused on the huge shaft ploughing his ass.

"Mph! Unf! Oh..." John moaned out as his thrusts slowly and steadily picked up the pace. He couldn't kid himself anymore; it felt good. Robin felt so tight, it was all he could do to stop himself from going wild and just pounding away at his ass.

"S...so good." he muttered.

"What was that?" the Sheriff asked, his ears perking up, "Say that again, bear!"

"I-it feels so good!" John moaned out, "Rob' your ass is so tight, it feels amazing!"

"Haha! Yeah, I knew you'd enjoy it!" the Sheriff laughed, "Ya hear that, Robin? Sounds like yer buddy's having a lotta fun fucking that cute ass of yers!" Robin whimpered pathetically; his whimpering turning into a loud yelp as John slammed in deep inside him, the bear's shaft slamming against his prostate which sent shivers through his lithe vulpine body and caused his cock to twitch and shoot a hefty rope of pre-cum across the cold, stone floor of the dungeon.

The whole time the Sheriff was watching them, a wide, cruel grin on his face as he stroked his huge, throbbing cock which was now dripping pre-cum down his shaft and onto his hand. He was enjoying the show the two were giving him and looking forward to having some fun with the fox once John was done with him. Robin moaned and whimpered, tears welling up in his eyes as he tried to ignore the pain. Despite all this, however, he found himself pushing back towards little John, letting the bear push as much of his cock as possible inside him. He was barely even aware he was doing it; it was more like a natural reaction.

"Unf! Oh John! S-so big!" Robin moaned submissively as the bear fucked his tight little ass hard. The sounds of Robin and John's moans mixed with the sound of John's hips slapping against the fox's ass filled the cell and echoed down the dungeon halls. Every other thrust Little John made had his cock hit the fox's g-spot, sending unwanted pleasure through his body. Robin couldn't believe how good this felt. He kept trying to tell himself not to enjoy it, but he couldn't help it. This felt so right. He clenched his ass around John's shaft which got a gasp from the bear. He thrust in deep with every powerful thrust of his hips, filling up his friend with his huge, throbbing length and forcing out high-pitched moans from the bitch of a fox. Robin desperately need more of the bear's cock and pushed backwards, pleasure coursing through his body and his cock dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Robin shivered and felt his balls tensing up. The whole thing was too much for him and the attention his ass was getting was quickly pushing him towards his climax.

"Ohh! Oh John! I-I'm going to!" Robin moaned out. Part of him wanted to hold it back, to try and stop himself. Being brought to orgasm like this after being forced to take John's cock in his ass in front of the Sheriff no less would just be too humiliating. But despite that, he couldn't stop himself; he didn't want to. Being used like this felt so amazing, Robin had never felt like this before. He cried out in pleasure as his entire body tensed up, his cock throbbing and twitching before blowing his load across the floor. He gasped out, shooting several hot ropes of thick fox cum.

"Haha! Well would ya look at that!" the Sheriff laughed uproariously, "Look at that li'l slut! You actually got the bitch to nut! I guess you really do like havin' a good cock up yer ass, eh, fox?" Robin whimpered and blushed. The Sheriff looked down at him,

"My, that's a lotta cum for such a tiny li'l prick!" he chuckled, "I gotta say, I'm impressed! Didn't expect you to cum that much with that pathetic dick of yers!"

"I... I just- I couldn't- I..." Robin stuttered.

"'I-I-I'..." the Sheriff mimicked him mockingly, "Geez, look at you, Robin, yer pathetic! Whimpering and crying like some whiny bitch! I can't believe we had such a hard time catching a wimp like you!" Robin opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't think of a single thing to say. He tried to come up with one of his witty retorts that he usually gave when one of his foes tried intimidating him, but nothing came out.

"What's wrong, fox?" the Sheriff growled, "Can't think of anything to say? Or are you just struck speechless by how good of a fuck yer butt buddy back there is?" at that point he heard John's moaning getting louder and looked over at him, a smirk on his face. He stepped up to the bear and watched as he worked his cock in and out of Robin's ass.

"Gettin' close, bear?" he asked.

"Y-yeah!" John gasped in reply "I'm so close!"

"Heh, that's good. Blow yer load inside yer li'l buddy's ass, I want to watch you fill him up with yer cum."

"Unf! Ohh!" Little John cried out as he pounded away at the vulpine's hole, his cock twitching and throbbing inside the fox before shooting his first thick rope of hot bear cum inside him. Robin moaned out as he felt the stuff filling his body. John continued to fuck him, pumping him full of his hot spunk with every second that passed. Robin clenched his teeth and pushed backwards on John's cock. The bear's thrusts finally started to slow down as his orgasm subsided and he eventually pulled out, his cock twitching and dripping with his cum. John took a step back, panting and exhausted.

"How'd it feel?" the Sheriff asked, "Bet it felt real good fucking him like that, eh?"

"Yeah..." John breathed, "It felt amazing."

"Heh, I bet. And now that you've loosened him up, looks like it's the ol' Sheriff's turn!"

"Huh?" Robin whimpered and look over his shoulder at the Sheriff. The wolf gripped his huge, throbbing shaft in his hand and took up position behind him.

"You heard me, fox!" he chuckled, "It's my turn now! Hope yer ready cos I ain't gonna be as gentle as your buddy back there!"

"Hey, wait, you ca- ahh!" Robin cried out as the Sheriff thrust forward and buried his entire 10 inch cock inside his used, cum-dripping ass, "Ah, pull out! Please!"

"Mm, keep yellin', fox! I love it when they yell!" he rammed his cock in and out of Robin's body, listening to his moans.

"Ah! Ahh! So... so big!" he cried out.

"Yeah, damn right it's big. A lot bigger than that pathetic little thing you got between yer legs!" the Sheriff laughed as he pounded away at Robin's hole. Little John looked on. He knew he shouldn't be thinking this, but seeing his best friend being raped like this by the Sheriff was so hot. He reached down and groped at his own cock which had hardened once again as he watched. He gripped his shaft tight and stroked himself as his friend was fucked mercilessly by the chubby wolf. John's length twitched and begged for attention and. He could barely control himself. Without thinking, he stepped up in front of Robin who looked up at him.

"John?"

"Open up, Rob'." John grunted. Robin barely had time to process what he said before finding his mouth full of throbbing bear cock.

"Mrrph!" Robin moaned. John let out a soft moan as he forced his friend to suck on his length. He started to hump into him and within a few moments Robin found himself being fucked hard and rough from both ends. John gripped the fox's ears and pulled him towards his crotch, burying his length down his throat as he thrust into him. Robin moaned around the thick shaft as the two bigger males fucked him.

"Heh, listen to that moaning! You like it, fox? I bet you love being used like some cheap whore, don't ya? Yeah, that's right, you should learn yer place, fox. It's on yer knees satisfying real men! Li'l John there knows it, ain't that right?" he looked at Little John with a smirk. There was a pause and the Sheriff was about to repeat himself when John answered.

"Y...yeah." he said, "Yeah. I mean, Robin's so good at being a slut. He belongs on his hands and knees like this."

"Ha! Hear that? Even yer best friend agrees with me!" the Sheriff laughed and thrust in deep, forcing out a muffled moan from the fox. Robin felt so humiliated... Being raped and berated by his enemy and his best friend... But, the thought crossed his mind: what if they had a point? He was never going to satisfy anyone; not with the four incher between his legs, and being filled to the brim with a bigger male's cock felt so good. Robin wondered if he shouldn't just resign himself to being the Sheriff's cockslut. As the thoughts filled his mind he felt the thrusts of the two bigger men intensify, their moans and gasps getting louder. Robin knew they were close and braced himself. John was the first to go. He grabbed the back of Robin's head firmly and face-fucked him long and hard, his cock filling his mouth with his sticky pre-cum until he finally passed the point of no return and blew his load down the fox's throat.

"Nghh! That's it, swallow my cum!" John cried out, his body shivering in pleasure as he shot several hot loads into Robin's body. Robin moaned and forced himself to swallow the stuff as the taste flooded his mouth. The Sheriff came only seconds later. He rammed his huge cock in and out of Robin's ass and let out a loud howl of pleasure as his cock twitched and throbbed before shooting his hot load inside him.

"Mrph! Mmm!" Robin whimpered as he was filled from both sides.

"Ohh, gonna fill ya up, slut!" Sheriff moaned, "Take all of it inside you, fox!" the wolf and bear continued to rape the fox from both ends as the pumped him full of their warm seed, their ears full of their bitch's muffled moans. The pounded away at him for a few more moments before Little John pulled out with a gasp, shivering in pleasure as his sensitive rod shot four more ropes of cum across Robin's face.

"Ahh!" Robin cried out as his mouth was freed from the aching bear cock. The Sheriff behind him pulled out seconds later, his spent cock shooting a final rope of his seed inside Robin's used and abused hole. The wolf took a step back with a content sigh and looked down as Robin collapsed to the floor, gasping and exhausted.

"Awr, looks like our lil bitch is all tuckered out!" he laughed, "What's wrong, fox? Were we too rough, ya little pansy?" he looked over at Little John, their eyes meeting. The bear looked away.

"How was it?" the Sheriff asked.

"Huh?"

"I said "how was it"? What, are ya deaf or somethin'?"

"It... it was... uh..." John gulped as he tried to find the right words.

"Go on. Say it; you enjoyed it didn't ya? Enjoyed fucking yer pal there like some cheap whore. Felt good, didn't it?" Little John paused and looked down at the cum-covered fox. He hesitated before nodding slowly.

"Yeah." he muttered.

"Louder, boy!" the Sheriff growled.

"Y-yeah!" John raised his voice, "It felt... It felt amazing!"

"Heh, I knew you'd enjoy it. The fox down there's a nothin' but a good ol' cum dump for real men like us to use, ain't that right?" John nodded in response and the Sheriff smirked, "Now... yer both probably wondering what I'm gonna do with you next. Well I'm feelin' mighty charitable, so I'm gonna let you go!" John raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"You... you are? Why?" he asked.

"Why?" the Sheriff repeated, "Maybe I'm feelin' particularly generous today." John crossed his arms and stared the Sheriff down, "Heh, don't believe me, eh? Can't say I blame ya!"

"So why are you really letting us go?" John asked.

"Well, John, I got this theory here that I wanna test. But to test this here theory, I gotta let you two go first. See?"

"A theory? What theory?"

"Can't tell ya!" the Sheriff grinned and tapped his nose, "It's top secret!"

"Huh... So you're just gonna let us walk outta here?" John asked.

"Yup!" the Sheriff answered, "Although yer buddy there looks a bit too tired to walk. Ya might have t' carry him outta here." Little John hesitated. He didn't trust a word that came out of the wolf's mouth, but he couldn't figure out what in the world the Sheriff was up to. Why let them both go when he had them captured and helpless like this? He pondered it as the Sheriff undid the shackles he had left on John and Robin's legs.

"There ya go! Free to go!" he said. John just stood their, unsure, "Well? What're you waiting for? Go on, git outta here!" the Sheriff motioned with his hand for them to leave and, after a moment of contemplating, the bear scooped up the exhausted fox in his arms and rushed out of the cell. The Sheriff watched them go, a wide smirk on his face.

There was more than a fair amount of tension between Robin and John over the next few days. John couldn't believe what he had done to his friend and he certainly couldn't believe how much he had enjoyed it... The feeling of ramming his cock inside the tight little vulpine's ass... it just felt so good. Robin himself had become wary of Little John. He was angry at him and more than a little disappointed in both himself and his friend. They had both given in to the Sheriff's demands. Robin had knelt down for the Sheriff when he was commanded and let himself be used by him, barely putting up a fight. Little John had been the same way. It had taken very little persuading to convince John to fuck him like he did. They should have fought back; refused to do as they were told, whatever the consequences. Instead they let the Sheriff use and humiliate them...

It had been just over a week since it happened and Robin had gone off on his own for some privacy. He had some thinking to do. In particular; he wanted a way to get back at the Sheriff for humiliating him. He was resting atop one of the trees at the edge of Sherwood Forest, basking in the warmth of the sun when he heard heavy footsteps below him. He looked down, his fists clenching when he saw the Sheriff and four of his rhino guards accompanying a large, golden plated caravan; property of Prince John no doubt. Robin had to wonder what they were transporting. Usually he'd have heard about something like this from the merry men's scouting reports and the like, but not this time. His curiosity was peaked; he wanted to know what was in that caravan. Maybe it was some precious jewellery or gold that the Prince loved so much. He started to stalk the group through the tree tops, carefully making his way from branch to branch as he did so. He kept looking for openings or a lax in security that would let him sneak onto the caravan or at the very least, let him get a better look at what was inside. He leapt over to the next tree, keeping his eye on the coterie he was tailing when it happened; he lost his footing and with a sudden, surprised cry of dismay was sent hurtling to the ground.

"Oh, damn!" he gasped out as his body landed heavily on the floor, knocking the air out of him. He lay on his side, gasping for breath and was about to attempt to stand up when he became aware of the four rhinos who had already surrounded him.

"Ah... I... I can explain..." Robin grunted.

"Oh, no need to explain, fox." the Sheriff said as he approached the fox, "I know exactly what you were doing." the wolf knelt down and leaned forward, until his face was inches away from the fox's. He placed a hand firmly on his thigh which got a surprised squeak from him, "Yeah. I know _exactly_what you were doing." the Sheriff ran moved his hand down until he was rubbing at the fox's rump.

"I-I was just..."

"You were just what? Trying to steal from Prince John, is that it? Nah, I don't think that's right... You came here hoping to get caught. Ain't that right?"

"What? What are you talking about?!" Robin growled.

"You 'eard me. "Oh no, the big bad Sheriff caught me! Whatever will I do now? I hope he doesn't have his way with me!". Ha! Yer funny, fox. You came here 'cos you just couldn't get enough of the ol' Sheriff's cock!"

"No!" Robin gasped, "That's nonsense!"

"Bollocks!" the Sheriff laughed, "You expect me to believe that Robin Hood, _the_Robin Hood, got so careless that he got caught this easily? Falling out a tree like some baby chick who's too stupid to fly? Don't lie to me, fox." Robin looked away, his cheeks turning red, "Hey, look at me!" the Sheriff growled and grabbed Robin's chin, forcing him to make eye contact again, "You remember that theory I told yer butt buddy about in the cell right before I let the two of you go? Bet yer wondering what that theory was, ain't ya? Well, see, I had a feeling that if I let you go, you'd just come straight back. In fact; I was pretty damn sure you'd come back. Positive even. 'Cos yer a slut, Robin. I could tell by the way you were moanin' with my dick inside yer ass and the way you kept pushing back. You really wanted it bad, didn't you?" Robin remained silent, his cheeks bright red, "So that's why I let you go; because I knew you'd come crawlin' back to me, begging for some more of the good ol' Sheriff's cock! You gonna admit it, fox?" Robin gulped and whimpered before nodding his head.

"Say it!" the Sheriff growled.

"I... I want you." Robin whimpered, "I came back because I wanted more."

"That's a good boy. You know, I think I want to hear you beg for it. Tell the ol' Sheriff how much you want it." with that, he shoved a finger inside Robin's hole, forcing out a loud moan from the fox. The rhino guards watched, muttering to each other as their leader molested the vulpine.

"Oh! I want it so much! I need your cock inside me!" he pushed back on the wolf's finger and moaned as the digit was pushed deeper inside him, "Oh Sheriff, that feels so good! More, please! I need it!"

"Haha, hear that boys? The great Robin Hood's nothin' but a dirty cock slut!" the guards all burst out laughing. Robin whimpered pathetically, "And would ya look at that! Looks like the slut's enjoying all the attention!" Robin blushed deeply when he realized that his cock was hardening from his sheath. He was completely hard in a few seconds.

"Does it get bigger?" he heard one of the rhino guards ask.

"Nah, that's as big as it gets!" the Sheriff answered. The guards laughed once again.

"But it's so small!" one of the guards laughed.

"Haha, how pathetic!" another guard jeered. Robin just lay there, his body tense and his cock hard as the Sheriff fingered him and the guards mocked him.

"Hear that? They all think yer dick's pathetic, fox. I've seen what they look like down there, and they're all bigger than you. All of 'em. Bet yer feelin' pretty ashamed of that tiny dick of yers now, ain't ya?"

"Yes..." Robin whimpered, "It's so small and useless. The only thing I'm good for is pleasuring real men like you. P...please, Sheriff... Can I have it? I want you to fuck me." the Sheriff was slightly taken aback by this. He hadn't even ordered the fox to say that, yet he did it anyway of his own free will. The surprised look on his face soon turned into an evil, mischievous smirk.

"Hahaha! Well, damn, Robin, you really are a dirty little cock slut! Oh, we'll give you what you want all right. We'll all fuck you good and hard 'till we've all filled you up with our cum... but not yet. First, I want you to stand up." the Sheriff stood up and Robin followed his lead, "Now take yer clothes off. Actually, keep that silly hat of yers on. It's cute." Robin blushed and did as he was told; removing his tunic but keeping his little green hat on, "Good fox. Now hold on." he approached the fox and pulled out a blindfold he had kept on his belt.

"Huh?" Robin squeaked in confusion as the Sheriff blindfolded him, "What are you-"

"No objections, fox. You do want this cock of mine, don't you?"

"Yes... Yessir." Robin said.

"Then quit askin' questions. You'll see why I wanted you blindfolded soon enough." Robin remained silent and let the Sheriff continue what he was doing. Within a few seconds, the Sheriff was done and the fox could see nothing.

"There we go! Heh, all blindfolded up and ready t'go!"

"Where, um..." Robin stopped himself. The Sheriff had told him to stop asking questions and the fox didn't want to upset him.

"Want to know where we're taking you, fox? Oh, you'll find out soon enough. C'mon, boys, let's get a move on!" Robin felt the Sheriff's strong hand grip his arm and pull him along, guiding him as they walked. He could hear the guards talking as they went.

"What're we gonna do with the caravan?"

"Leave it, I guess. There's nothing in there, we were only using it to bait the fox, right?"

"Yeah. That's true. Wow, look at him, he's still hard."

"Sheriff was right; he's a regular li'l slut."

"Is the Sheriff really gonna let us fuck him?"

"I hope so. I'm getting hard just thinkin' about it..."

"Yeah, me too. It's making my armour kinda uncomfortable."

"Mine too. Hope we get there soon so we can get our cocks out already. Wonder if he's as good as the Sheriff said he was..." the conversation between the guards went in the fashion for a while until Robin heard more voices accompanying them. More of the Sheriff's lackeys no doubt... Robin's ears twitched as he listened to what they were saying.

"Is that Robin Hood? He's been captured?"

"Wha... What are they doing? Why is he naked?"

"I don't know but... is he hard too? What in the world is going on?"

"Oh, wow, he is... Wait, and he's hard!"

"Is that how big he is? It's so tiny! Was he hoping to impress Maid Marian with that thing?"

"Quiet!" the Sheriff roared, silencing the voices around them, "Yer all probably wondering what we're doing parading Robin Hood around like this. Well, me and the boys here've got quite the show planned. Now y'all just sit back and watch, why don't ya?" there was confused murmuring coming from all around them which eventually quietened down.

"Now as for you, fox... On all fours!"

"Yessir." Robin nodded before doing as he was told.

"There's a good boy. Now, which one of you boys wants to go first?"

"Hey, I want first dibs!" Robin heard one of the guards yell out quickly.

"Heh, then what're you waitin' for? Go on, have yer fun!" Robin soon felt a hardness poking at his asshole and braced himself. This is what he wanted. Ever since the Sheriff let him and Little John go, he couldn't stop thinking about what happened. He head spent every night since then stroking his cock, remembering what it was like to have a real man's cock in his ass.

"Ahh!" Robin cried out as the rhino guard forced the first inch of his throbbing cock inside him.

"Heh, how's it feel, fox?" the Sheriff asked.

"G-good!"

"Just good?" the Sheriff asked. Robin moaned out as the rhino gripped his petite little ass tight and forced himself deeper.

"I-it's amazing! More, please!"

"Heh, you heard him. Give him a good poundin'!" with a smirk and a grunt, the rhino thrust forward, burying his huge cock inside Robin's tight body and getting a loud, submissive moan from the vulpine.

"Ahh, yes! Ohh, more, I need it!"

"That's a good fox, beg like a good whore!" the Sheriff said as he watched his guard having his fun. The wolf and the other guards had all stripped themselves of their clothes and had their hands on their cocks as they watched the fox being used.

"Hey, you!" the Sheriff looked over at one of the rhinos, "The fox's mouth is still free. Why don't you go and give him a good taste of yer cock?" the guard didn't hesitate and soon enough had taken up position in front of Robin who had already opened his mouth, ready for the rhino's length.

"Heh, he's a real obedient bitch, ain't he?" the guard chuckled.

"Yeah, I don't think you'll find a better slut in all Nottingham!" the Sheriff said. The rhino gripped the base of his shaft and shoved his aching member inside Robin's mouth.

"Mmph! Mmm..." Robin let out a pleasured moan as his mouth was filled with the taste of throbbing rhino dick. He sucked on it obediently, letting the guard push inch after inch of his length down his throat until he had finally hilted inside him. Before long, Robin found himself being fucked rough and hard from both ends, his moans muffled by the cock in his mouth. He pushed back, letting the rhino fill him with his cock with each strong thrust of his hips.

"Oh! Damn! S-Sheriff, this slut of yours's got a real nice ass! I don't think I've fucked anything this tight in years!"

"Heh, well you'll have plenty of time to enjoy it cos that ass is ours now!" the Sheriff laughed. Robin's own cock twitched and throbbed, his tip covered in his pre-cum which dripped from his cockhead and onto the ground below. The two guards kept pounding away at him, moaning and gasping in pleasure as they fucked him ruthlessly. Robin's mouth was quickly filled with pre-cum which he swallowed hastily, savouring the salty taste.

"Mm, dammit, I'm getting so close!" the rhino behind him gasped.

"Heh, that's it, fill the little bitch up!" the Sheriff chuckled.

"Ohh, so good...!" the rhino roared out in pleasure as he thrust, deep, his cock twitching as he blew his load inside Robin Hood's ass.

"Mmm!" Robin let out a high pitched but muffled moan as he felt the rhino filling him with his warm, thick seed. He pushed back, desperate to feel more of the bigger male's huge length inside him. It was only a few moments before the second rhino came inside of him. He gripped the back of Robin's head firmly and pulled him towards his crotch as he came, shooting load after load of his cum down the fox's throat. He held him in place and forced Robin to swallow the stuff, which he happily did.

The two guards stayed inside of him for a moment before pulling out, their cum dripping from his mouth and ass as they took a step back, their lengths softening once again. Robin barely had time to catch his breath before the next two guards took up their positions. Their cocks filled his holes in a matter of seconds and Robin soon found himself being fucked in the mouth and ass once again.

"That's it, fuck him good!" the Sheriff chuckled, stroking himself as the guards had their way with their slut, "Listen to 'im moan, I think the dirty whore's really enjoying himself!" Robin groaned. He wasn't wrong. Robin had resigned himself to being the Sheriff's little cock slut. He wanted to pleasure him and his men; he lived to have them ram their huge cocks inside his tight little hole. He pushed back and clenched his hole on the rhino's big, thick length. He heard him let out a soft sigh.

"Ohh, that's right... Clench down on it! Yeah, just like that! Slut's got such an amazing ass!" the rhino clenched his teeth, his body tensing up as the vulpine's ass pushed him towards his climax until he finally filled him up. The Sheriff watched, pleasuring himself as the two rhino's came inside him until they eventually exhausted themselves and pulled out. Robin gasped, his mouth full of rhino cum.

"Hope yer not too tired, Robin, 'cos ya ain't done yet!" the Sheriff said. Robin heard him step up behind him and knew what was next. He braced himself as the Sheriff rubbed his pre-dripping cock against his used hole.

"This is what you want, isn't it, fox?"

"Yes." Robin replied.

"Louder, fox!"

"Yes!" Robin cried out, "I want it! I want it so bad! Please fuck me Sheriff!"

"Good boy!" the Sheriff said as he thrust forward and shoved the first few inches of his length inside the fox's hole. Robin moaned and tensed up as his already stretched hole was stretched further around the wolf's member.

"Oh! Sheriff! More, please! I need your cock so bad! F-fuck me hard, please!" Robin cried out, his voice loud and submissive. He could hear the onlookers whispering to each other.

"I can't believe it."

"I never though I'd see Robin Hood like this. He really is just the Sheriff's bitch now, isn't he?" Robin didn't care what they were saying. All he cared about was the huge dick in his ass. He pushed back, gasping in pleasure as he let the Sheriff fill him with his cock.

"That's it, push back. That's a good fox." the Sheriff breathed as he forced himself deeper inside Robin's body until he had finally hilted inside him, "Hope yer ready fox, I ain't gonna be gentle! But, I guess you already guessed that, eh?" with that, he slowly slid his cock from Robin's ass before thrusting forward suddenly, burying his entire length inside his ass.

"Ahh! Oh, Sheriff!" Robin cried out as the wolf started fucking him long and hard, shoving his entire cock deep inside him with every thrust forward. The fox shivered in pleasure as he felt the bigger male's length slam against his prostate with every thrust.

"Ohh, fuck me, Sheriff! Fuck me like a bitch!" Robin moaned.

"Mm, keep on moanin', fox. I just love the sound of you moanin' like that." the Sheriff grunted as he fucked him. He gripped the sides of his ass hard and kept going. Robin couldn't stop moaning. The Sheriff's cock just felt so good and every time he felt the wolf shove his length inside him he couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. The Sheriff started to fuck him harder and faster and he was soon wildly pounding away at Robin's abused, cum-dripping ass.

"G-gonna cum soon, bitch!" he gasped, "Hope yer ready to take all of it inside ya!" his grip on Robin's ass tightened as he felt his body tense up, his climax building up until he couldn't hold himself back any longer. With a loud howl of pleasure that rang in Robin's ears he thrust in deep, his dick twitching and throbbing as he blew his load inside the fox.

"Oh, yes! Fill me up, Sheriff!" Robin cried out and pushed back, moaning and shivering in pleasure as he felt the wolf's huge cock rubbing against his g-spot. It was enough to send him over the edge too. Letting out muffled moans through gritted teeth, Robin shot his load over the floor, his diminutive length twitching as he shot rope after rope of fox seed onto the ground. He could hear the voices of the onlookers gasping and whispering to each other in disbelief. Robin still didn't care what they had to say, although he was curious who the voices belonged to. At first he had assumed they were just more of the Sheriff's guards or lackeys, but there was something about the voices that told him otherwise. The guards that worked under the Sheriff usually had strong, gruff voices, but these onlookers seemed more soft-spoken, almost friendly. Robin was confused; exactly where did the Sheriff bring him?

The wolf continued to hump into the fox as he came until he had finally exhausted himself and pulled out, his cock dripping with his cum. He gripped his cock and gave it a few good stroke as he shot a final robe of warm cum across Robin's plump ass.

"Ah, yer ass is as good as I remember, boy!" he chuckled, "How'd you enjoy it? Bet you loved it, right?"

"Yessir!" Robin moaned, "It felt so good!" he head the Sheriff step up in front of him.

"Who's my bitch?" he asked.

"I am!" Robin answered.

"Say it."

"I'm your bitch!"

"That's a good fox. Yer really well behaved. I expected to have to discipline ya a few times before you excepted yer place, but looks like I won't have to. Now 'bout that blindfold. Bet ya want that thing off by now, don't you?" he didn't wait for an answer. He reached down and pulled the blindfold off the fox's face. Robin closed his eyes for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the light.

"Say hello to the crowd, fox. They sure enjoyed watching you get fucked like a whore!" Robin looked around as his eyes adjusted and he nearly gasped out loud when he noticed who had been watching. The Sheriff had lead him right into the middle of Nottingham square and the townspeople had been watching him the whole time. He recognized a lot of them. They had been people he'd helped in the past; the poor he had given to after stealing from the rich. And they had all just watched him submit to the Sheriff like a bitch. He caught Friar Tuck in the crowd who just shook his head in disappointment and walked away. Robin's mouth moved as he tried to think of something to say.

"Slut!" someone yelled from the crowd.

"Whore!"

"Is he supposed to be our hero or something? What a joke!" the crowd started jeering and laughing at him, pointing and mocking the cum covered slut.

"Why d'you look so sad, Robin?" the Sheriff asked, "Didn't you want them all to see what yer really like?" Robin remained silent before slowly climbing to his feet. The crowd continued to jeer and laugh at him.

"Why don't you get goin', fox?" the Sheriff asked, "I think the crowd might turn violent if ya stay any longer."

"Hey, ain't we takin' him back to the castle?" one of the guards asked.

"Nah. He'll come to us soon enough when he wants more cock." he winked and smirked at the fox who stormed past him, trying to keep a stoic face. He hurriedly left town, the yelling of the townsfolk filling his ears as he did so. He couldn't help but think about the Sheriff's words; "He'll come to us soon enough when he wants more cock"... he was right. Robin knew he wouldn't be able to get enough of the Sheriff. The thought of pleasuring him and letting him use his body like that, it turned him on so much. He needed it. The Sheriff could do whatever he wanted to him; humiliated him, mock him... it didn't matter so long as Robin got to pleasure him. He made his way through Sherwood Forest, his mind full of thoughts of the Sheriff and his huge cock. Robin's own tiny prick was quickly hardening once again as he imagined the next time the Sheriff would have his fun with him... A few minutes later and Robin stopped walking and looked down at his throbbing, aching length. Just thinking about the Sheriff had gotten him so horny... He needed a good, big cock inside him, and he knew where to get it.