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After Tommy managed to get his hard on under control he hurried out of "Miss Sara's" class and hurried down to the locker rooms. It was still a while before gym would start but he wanted to get in a quick shower beforehand. He didn't want to think what the other jocks would say if he came in smelling like musk and sex, they would probably just asked who he had been spying on.

As the hot water soaked into his fur and relaxed his muscles Tommy's apprehension over the last couple of hours began to fade away. While he had no interest in partaking of the "lessons" Sarah offered he still was incredibly horny and prayed that he wouldn't start pitching any tents during practice.

After he finished drying off and getting dress he made his way over to the bathroom stalls to relieve himself and wait for practice to begin. As he sat, lost in thought, he became aware of noises from the next stall. It was difficult to make them out through the wall but it sounded like someone groaning. Tommy laughed to himself as he imagined someone straining to drop a log and looked down under the edge of the wall to see if he could recognize the feet.

What he saw instead was a pair of petite legs in knee-high socks and a short yellow and blue skirt kneeling down in front of the opposite wall. Tommy straightened back up, his face going red. How could he have forgotten? Of course everyone in the school knew, especially the football team, that as part of the initiation new cheerleaders were required to offer "Services" in a special stall that had holes cut in either wall. Tommy had of course always been too afraid to try and receive those services, fearing whoever it was might recognize him. It was an irrational fear he knew, since all they could see was the owner's feet and however much cock they could fit through the whole.

Tommy sat there a while longer as he waited for the bells. Now that he knew what was happening he couldn't help but pick up the subtle wet sucking noises and the hushed moans and groans of the receiver. He found himself rock hard yet again and wished there was some place more private around here that he might resolve the problem.

But at last the bells rang and his two neighbors hurriedly departed, the woman waiting for her partner to be well away before exiting herself. Tommy waited a bit longer for his erection to go down before heading out to the field.

None of the other players even noticed him as he took up his normal position on the bench. Tommy barely knew the basic rules of football let alone how to be a decent player. He was content with his position on the bench, he didn't have to run himself ragged but still got a decent amount of exercise during drills. Over the course of the next hour he sat and watched the practice game, and to his amazement watched the quarterback, Brandon, miss every throw, get caught by every tackle, and fumble every pass. He had never seen anything like it, and it made him wonder what other miraculous things might happen today.

A loud whistle rang out as the coach signaled the team to form around him. Since this technically meant Tommy he got up and walked over as well.

"What is wrong with you worthless sacks of shit?" The coach yelled "Every one of you is pathetic. You should all just quit now and go join the soccer team!" He turned to Branden who held the football and snatched it out of his hands "And you, I have never seen a bigger failure in my life! I know little girls that could catch a ball better than you. Hit the bench, I'm tired of looking at such a pathetic excuse for a player." He then turned and shoved the football into Tommy's arms "Amaker, you're up. Why don't you show these screw-ups what a real football player looks like."

Tommy Gulped as he looked around at the scowls of the other players, but as they all broke the huddle and took up positions on the field he took up his spot behind the Center Lineman. He said some random things he had her other football players say, wincing slightly as he saw several players look at each other in confusion, and then yelled.

"Hike!"

The ball was snapped and to his amazement he caught it. He immediately began to run to the other and of the field, somehow dodging every tackle that came at him. He couldn't remember ever running that fast or that well and as he reached the goal line he heard his fellow teammates murmur and whispered in surprise as well.

Over the course of the next two hours Tommy played with all the skill of the pro-NFL player. He somehow tackled people four times his size, intercepted passes with leaps he didn't know he could make, and outran and out dodged every tackle. He could even hear the cheer squad cheering his name, what was even more amazing was they even knew his name. When he found time to sneak a peek he caught Jennifer watching him with a look of wonder. His heart soared, everything was perfect.

Finally the coach's whistle rang out again and the team closed in around him.

"Nice job Amaker, I knew you had it in you. Now why don't you go hit the showers." He turned to the other players and his expression hardened "As for the rest of you slackers, you're lucky you had Amaker here to carry your worthless asses. I want 50 laps around the field NOW!" There were more groans of disapproval, and Tommy caught a few more glares.

As Tommy made his way towards the locker rooms he was suddenly stopped as Jennifer caught him by the arm.

"That was pretty incredible." She said with a beaming smile "I've never seen anyone play so well. You know if you need any help with your classes I'm about to have an opening for a study partner." Her smile faltered as her eyes shifted over to Branden who was glaring fiercely at the two of them "My old one just isn't cutting it anymore. So why don't you meet me at my house, 8 o'clock okay with you?" Tommy tried to talk but only just managed not to swallow his own tongue in the attempt, instead he nodded and she smiled at him again in a way that nearly made his heart burst from his chest. As he made his way again towards the locker rooms he looked back only once to see Jennifer and Brandon in what looked like a very heated argument.

********** Billowing steam filled the shower room as Tommy relaxed into a nice hot shower. His heart was fluttering as he thought of his fast approaching Rendezvous with Jenifer. As the hot water buffeted him he imagined it was her warm body pressed against him, each droplet that struck his face was a little kiss from her pillowy lips. He swam in that thought, lost in it, so much so that he didn't notice the soft clicks of hooves on the tile floor.

His blissful dream was suddenly shattered as a powerful arm circled around his neck and lifted him off his feet.

"So, twerp, you think you can move in on my girl huh?" Snarled Brandon's voice from above him "Well you got another thing coming," Brandon's powerful hand grabbed Tommy around the throat and slammed him back against the tiled wall. Tommy's hands automatically tried to break his grip but the equine was far more powerful. As Brandon's big first cocked back Tommy could do nothing but close his eye and brace for the hit. When several seconds past and Tommy's muzzle hadn't been relocated to the back of his skull he slowly opened his eyes. A thought seemed to occur to Brandon and he was looking over to the bathroom stalls "As a matter of fact," he said, an evil grin spreading on his long face "I think you got a lot of things about to be cumming." The muscular equine carried him effortlessly by the throat across the locker room, his feeble kicks and squirms doing little to slow his pace.

Slowly they made their way towards the bathroom stalls where they found Cliff waiting for them with a large roll of duct tape. Tommy tried to kick out at the bovine as they neared, but his attack was easily avoided and all he was rewarded with was a powerful sock to the stomach that left him stunned and limp. Brandon dumped him carelessly onto the floor.

"What's the plan Big B?" Asked the eager Bison. Brandon whispered something into his ear and as he did a wicked grin spread across Tyler's face. "Damn dude, that's fucked up... I like it!" The two of them then turned to the prone Tommy.

At first Tommy was very confused, Cliff had his lower half pressed to one wall of the stall and was taping him in place. As he pondered what their plan might be, perhaps simply leaving him bound and gagged in the bathroom all night, Brandon roughly shoved a metal ring in his mouth and taped his jaws down around it, leaving his maw locked open. It was at this point that he suddenly realized where he was as Brandon guided his open mouth towards a hole cut in the stall wall. He struggled all the harder, but the multiple layers of tape they were applying to his head the hips had him securely locked down.

Off in the distance they all heard the sounds of people pooling into the locker room, many still griping about the many laps they had just finished and how good the showers were going to feel.

"Show time." Brandon said as a wicked grin spread across his face.

Tommy watched as they closed the stall door, a moment later the voice of Cliff rose up above the hustle and bustle of the crowd "Hey team, there's a new cheerleader in town," several 'Ooh's and 'Ahh's went up from the group "And she is a na-a-a-a-asty bitch too so don't even think of touching those showers!"

Trepidation and fear began to rapidly replace any butterflies that may have been left from earlier as the stall doors on either side of him banged open. Even with the barrier of the wall between him and the jocks beyond the stench of sweat and body odder was nauseating. Tommy struggled with every ounce he had, even going as far was to try to push away from the wall with his tongue.

"Oh yeah, boys, this bitch is begging for it!" called out the jock in front of him as he pushed his pants down around his ankles "Don't worry, babe, I got a nice fat one here for ya, fresh from the field." Tommy could feel the heat of the man's cock as he positioned himself in line with the hole. Slowly he fed his sweat slicked meat into the opening and directly into poor Tommy's helpless maw. The taste was actually worse than the stench and Tommy about gagged. Desperately he tried to force the intruder out with his tongue, but that only served to encourage him more "Damn this whore wants it bad!" called out the jock.

"That's right fellas," called out Brandon "when we had her she told us the nastier the better, use and abuse boys, she loves it."

He heard Cliff snickering "Y-yeah, and h-uh-she said that whoever gives it to her best gets a private session with her latter, anything goes, so don't hold back."

Another cheer went up from the crowd, and the owner of the slab of meat resting in his mouth chuckled to himself "Damn, bitch, well if that how you want it then who am I to say no?" abandoning his slow pace the jock roughly crammed as much of his cock into Tommy's mouth as he could fit. With the angle they had his head bent back and taped down it gave the intruder a straight shot down into his throat. Tommy coughed and gagged, his throat muscles flexing around the lodged shaft trying to expel it. his efforts were rewarded with a throaty moan "Fuck this bitch is good, and tight as fuck too!" he began giving short thrusts into Tommy's throat, pulling out just enough to allow a quick breath of air before plunging back in again.

A sudden probing finger at his tail hole made him jump in surprise, and another voice from the stall behind him rang out "Dang, dis' bitch if fo' real. She wants it all in da' ass!" several voices cheered out and there was a shuffling of feet as people traded with others in line. "Ok, ho', here it comes." the pointed tip of the man's cock made easy work of spreading open his virgin pucker. Tommy wailed into the cock lodged in his throat, though muffled as it was it sounded more like a moan. He wasted no time in letting his play thing adjust or applying lube as one dry inch after another was fed into the boy's bowls. Tommy could feel blood flowing down his balls and dripping from the end of his cock as little tears formed around his sphincter.

Thrust after thrust slammed into him from both ends, the stench and pain bringing tears to his eyes. just when he thought things were at their worst he heard his oral assailant give a deep moan as he buried his cock as deep into Tommy's throat as he could, the salty shaft swelling so much that he couldn't even gag anymore. Then a thick, hot fluid was shooting into his throat, flowing unobstructed into his belly. His body shook with disgust as he felt the hot goop flow down his esophagus. The throbbing cock began to slide free, still firing its load. It stopped just at his lips, and its owner gave a grunt just before one last, thick wad shot out and painted Tommy's tongue and mouth white. With a satisfied sigh the man pulled up his pants and walked out, giving the next male in line a high five like some wrestler tagging off.

His new attacker eagerly stripped down, his cock already rock hard and dripping pre. He didn't say a word as he violated the fox boy's mouth, chuckling as he thrust violently into his open maw. The sharply curving cock and cloaca told him it had to be a reptile, no doubt Josh who was the team's sole crocodile. Josh didn't seem interested in any contests as he humped away, eager to dump his load into some horny bitch. The curved point dug into the top of Tommy's throat, quickly leaving it raw.

A sudden tearing pain in his ass alerted him that his other assailant was almost done. He could feel the horrible thing in his rear swelling and pulsing as the man's pace quickened. Without warning the primed cock was ripped free of his ruined ass, leaving Tommy feeling suddenly empty and hollow inside. The jock snickered to himself as he jerked his pecker inches away from the glistening, pink pucker. With a grunt he reached his peak and fired his load onto Tommy's gaping tail hole, leaving the thick spunk to flow down his thighs and completely covering his sack and sheath. As expected the hot, salty spunk seeped into the torn places of Tommy's ass, making the poor boy jerk and writhe in pain as the salty mixture found its way into every open wound. Still chuckling with satisfaction the jock tucked his cock away and made room for the next person in line.

Tommy was still panting from the shock when he felt a fat finger start rubbing against his rear. It circled his tail hole a few times before pressing inside, smearing more cum into his open wounds.

"Wow this bitch is tight," said a low, growling voice "Don't worry, I got something you'll love in store for you." the finger pulled free and was replaced by a fleshy cock head. This one took his time, pushing only half the head in at first, leaving Tommy's pucker painfully spread, and left it there for what felt like hours. Slowly he let his tip slide in, then proceeded to pull it slowly back out, a sharp ring of barbs around the head digging into the supple flesh of his innards as he did so. Tommy choked on the length of meat in his throat as this new sensation assailed him. He repeated this several times, laughing as his cock exited with a loud pop, until Tommy's asshole began to gape even wider. He stopped for a moment to admire his work, even going as far as to blow cold air up inside him.

Tommy felt as is his guts might simply fall out were he to stand up, and the cold breeze made his whole body shiver. Then he felt the hot flesh again press into his depths and he almost welcomed it, almost. This time he played no games as he slowly fed more and more of his thick cock into the abused hole. To Tommy's amazement it actually got thicker as more went in. After a grueling eleven inches he finally stopped, purring slightly at the tight confined as he shifted his cock this way and that. A throaty groan escaped the feline as he drew his cock back out with equal slowness, electing a matching cry from Tommy as the vicious barbs starched at his insides, digging into the fleshy walls so hard Tommy feared he might pull his guts out with him. Once his head came free of Tommy's ass with another satisfying pop he immediately slammed right back in, repeating his earlier process again and again. He was only slightly concerned when his cock started to become coated in blood, but assumed if she wasn't pulling away no reason for him to.

With the constant screaming and crying Tommy was doing into his cock gag it was no surprise that his vibrating throat did quick work of its guest. just as the boy felt the Croc's cock begin to swell it was suddenly pulled back, until only his head rested on Tommy's tongue "Does baby want her milk?" Josh asked with a laugh "Here you go little baby, drink it all up." with a few quick strokes the croc let loose his load. Tommy's cheeks swelled with the volume and he was left with little choice but to swallow or be drowned. He gulped down mouthful after mouthful as even more ran down his chin and neck. He wondered how many months the reptile had gone without blowing his load. after what had to have been near a pint of spunk had filled his gullet the torrent finally stopped. "Come find me later," Josh said in his gravelly voice "There's plenty more where that came from."

"Come on, come on," the next guy in line whined "I can't hold it any longer!" as soon as Josh was out of the way the new comer hurried into the stall and dropped his pants "I was saving this for the showers, but since you like this kind of stuff and all." without another word he pushed his flaccid cock into Tommy's mouth. at first the boy was very confused, having expected another raging hard on, not some limp noodle. not that he was complaining, he could use the reprieve of someone who couldn't get it up. Suddenly a strong jet of urine shot into the back of Tommy's throat and quickly filled his maw. He sputtered and fought to swallow, though it took little effort as most of it was streaming right down his throat.

Tommy's stomach gurgled and groaned in protest, the distended lump slashing with the savage humping its owner was taking. through the fog of abuse Tommy idly wondered if this was what pregnant women felt like, and if it was even possible to a stomach to actually pop.

Before long the new comer was finished with his living toilet and with a relieved sigh and a thank you made way for the next person. As the next contestant stepped up to the plate Tommy hear an odd noise, like a toilet seat being put down.

"Don't worry, babe," came a voice Tommy knew, it was Gary, the team's kicker. Tommy gulped, having heard stories of what limits Gary was known to go to when dared "I'll give you a fucking you won't soon forget. you thought the last guy was a winner," he grunted at the last word, and Tommy heard a "kerplunk" and a splashing of water "just you wait."

The feline, who had been amusing himself making Tommy's ass sound like a popcorn maker, suddenly began thrusting much harder. "Damn girly, you actually swallowed that, you really are nasty." he gave a grunt as he peaked, his hot jizz painting Tommy's guts white. After several large wads were forced up his digestive system and the torrent petered off he heard the owner's voice say "Well one good turn deserves another, right?" leaving his softening cock where it was the spent male gave a sigh as he relaxed his muscles and let loose with another kind of load. Tommy choked on his scream as piss filled his ass, finding its way into each cut and scrape and burning like liquid steel. only after the male withdrew his cock and moved on did Tommy throat relax though to let him breath. He gasped and panted, pulling in greedy mouthfuls of air after the intense shock had blasted most of it out of him.

"Alright, slut, here's your prize." came Gary's voice again. even before the defiled phallus reached his lips Tommy could smell the overpowering scent of faeces. The shit smeared length touched down on Tommy's tongue and nearly made him hurl. If the smell was bad the taste was horrible, and Gary seemed to make a game of smearing as much off his cock and onto Tommy's tongue and mouth as he could. The foul thing assaulted all his senses, burning his nose and eyes and violating his taste buds. Once Gary's cock was completely cleaned he pulled it free, leaving Tommy to wonder if he was applying a second coat. Even worse what filled his mouth next was not a dick but a thick chunk of shit. Gary crammed it into the readily open maw before shoving his cock back in, packing it down into the Tommy's throat and forcing him to swallow it.

Before long Gary was also done, and soon after the next assaulter of his rear came and went. Time dragged on for what felt like days, many having the same ideas of using him as a toilet or covering him in spunk. Tommy hung in his bonds, his body and mind numb and his belly swollen and distended. He began to lose all track of time, barely aware of people coming and going.

Suddenly his stall door opened, for the first time he was aware that no one was violating him anymore. Cliff and Brandon began removing the tape that held him in place, and had Tommy had the strength he would have even thanked them. Instead he fell limply onto the floor and into a waiting pool of cold spunk and piss. Despite his best effort none of his muscles would work to lift him up, and so he just lay there, one eye gazing up as Brandon slowly stroked his massive member into full hardness.

"Don't worry, dweeb, I saved the best for last." grabbing the limp fox by the scruff he lifted him up, bringing the boy face to face with him "Do you think Jen fucked me just because I'm the QB, I also happen to be the most well-endowed member of the team," he bent Tommy over the toilet bowl, holding his head just above the water. "As you are about to find out as well." pressing the flat head of his cock against the ruined puck the star player easily forced himself inside the cum slicked hole. At first it only slightly hurt, Brandon not being as thick as some of the previous men, but as more and more cock flesh was fed into his ruined hole Tommy began to grow afraid. After more than a foot had penetrated him Tommy began to feel his intestines being painfully stretched. Several more inches latter he felt a sickening bump as the flat head connected with his bloated stomach. Tommy cried out, his stomach growling angrily, but this didn't phase Brandon in the least.

"I'm going to show you just what happens to people who try to steal my spotlight." pulling back a few inches Brandon then rammed forward, the cock turned battering ram punching into Tommy's gut. the violent contact made Tommy heave as bile, cum, piss and worse made its way back up. Brandon just laughed as he fucked the broken fox harder and harder, each time making him vomit more and more. He brought the poor boy all the down on his cock, snarling in pleasure as he felt Tommy's insides rip. Soon Tommy had nothing left to expel, having nearly filled the bowl to overflowing.

"What, are you just gonna spit out all those gifts the guys gave you?" Brandon laughed "Drink up!" placing a hand on the back of Tommy's head he forced the fox's head all the way into the bowl. The thick soup frothed and splashed, covering the floor. Tommy found new strength to kick and flail with, but between the fleshy pike he was impaled on and the powerful grip on his head, poor Tommy was completely trapped. After nearly a minute Brandon pulled back, lifting the choking, gasping boy free. "Taste good huh, just can't get enough can you?" Again he dunked the fox, watching the fluid bubble as Tommy screamed. He held him there as he continued to use this guts like a cock sleeve, revelling in the tight, clenching muscles.

As tired as he was Tommy still found the strength to kick and flail his feet, his hands gripping the sides of the bowl and trying to lift himself free. None of these efforts seem to have any effect. Brandon held him in place with seemingly little effort, only allowing him to surface a fraction for breath before forcing him under again.

"Um... Hey Brandon?" Cliff said hesitantly "You, uh, think he's had enough man?" The bull got no answer though and Brandon fucked away at the flailing boy.

Tommy's lungs burned and he had taken to trying to drink the mess back down just to get a chance at a breath of air. His stomach continue to groan and protest, and he could feel it's vial contents sloshing as each violent thrust caused it to slam against the toilet bowl. The feeling was altogether sickening, but Tommy fought to keep it down. Part of him knew that the only way he would be getting breaths soon was if he emptied the bowl enough to get his nose above the surface.

And then what he feared the most finally happened. With increasingly hateful thrusts the stallion plunged deeper and deeper until finally Tommy felt something deep inside him break. The pain was so incredible that he couldn't control himself and gasped in shock and agony. He tried to stop it at the last second, but it was too late. With a dreamy kind of slowness he felt the slimy mess flowed into his mouth, entering his windpipe, and pooling inside his lungs. To his surprise the intense burning he felt really didn't compare to the other traumas he had suffered so far that day. Suddenly he felt his body try to pull in another breath, and it was entirely beyond his control. His body had reached its limits and was now pulling in anything it could to sate its need for air.

He began to feel lightheaded, and a kind of swimming feeling washed over him. His body felt incredibly heavy, the weight in his belly, guts, and lungs dragging him down. As his grip loosened his arms fell slack on either side of the bowl and his kicking legs gradually slowed and stopped. He noticed he was now only vaguely aware of the several feet of cock that was sliding in and out of his shredded intestines. Despite all the hot spunk that filled his body he was becoming surprisingly cold. As he felt his thoughts growing dimmer he imagined a large blanket of cold darkness being draped over him, and he found it comforting and welcoming. As he found it harder and harder to think he realized the only thing he could focus on was the feeling in his backside as the entire length of Brandon's cock slid in and out of him, and as the cold blanket closed over him that feeling carried him into the darkness.

Sometime later Brandon gave a whinny as he dumped his load into the upstart kid. He let his cock rest very while, it's content emptying into the boy and eventually softening before pulling his cock free. He stood back to watch his seed trail out, but what came out was a deep pink and, as the last of his cum draining out, was only pure blood. Grabbing the kid by his scruff he hauled him out of the now half empty toilet. Tommy's body fell limply to the floor with a wet slop lying unmoving on the cold tiles.

"Is... Is he..." Cliff didn't dare finish the statement. he looked at Brandon, who was simply staring in shock. "Dude, what are we gonna do?"

"I, um, guess..." Brandon was also in shock, his body shaking noticeably. The last few hours felt like a drunken haze, or some horrible dream. "I... I don't know... I..."

Grabbing Brandon by the shoulders Cliff turned him so he could look them in the face "The fuck did you do, dude?" Cliff yelled, slapping Brandon across the face to try to bring him his senses "This is fucking serious man, the kid is dead, look at him."

With great reluctance Brandon did indeed look back at the prone figure. He was already beginning to feel sick to his stomach. Now the thoughts of what the consequences were going to be began to filter into his head. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, and without taking his eyes off the boy he said "Go... Go get a shovel. We're going to have to take care of this ourselves."

"A shovel, are you fucking nuts?" Cliff yelled, pulling at his hair and pacing back and forth "We have to tell someone, this has gotten way out of hand!"

"And tell them what?" Brandon snapped back "That we got it in our heads to gang rape the kid and then drown him? Do you want that scholarship or a prison sentence?"

Cliff, never one to do much of the thinking himself, just nodded numbly and made his way out of the room, his eyes never once leaving the boy's still body.

"And grab a mop too!" Brandon called after him.

Author's Note: Im sorry this took a year to post, i wound up loosing my job and moving states so i haven't been in much of a writing mood. Anyway, I really want to hear your thoughts on this, any improvements, suggestions, or weak points i want to know about it. writers don't get any better if they don't know what they are doing wrong. Special thanks to Serban for fixing my horrible grammar lol