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Splicer watched the puck fly by his paws. He spun around as quick as he could, he skated as quick as he could. He wasn't fast enough. The jackal shouldered past him and spun him around. Splicer did everything he could to recover, but his edge caught on the ice and he tripped, giving the jackal a free breakaway. He watched with his chin on the ice as the jackal celebrated his fifth goal of the night. Most of them were Splicer's fault too. The final buzzer rang. They lost, most of that was Splicer's fault. He stayed down on the ice panting hard. No one came to pick him up.

Shakily, Splicer stood, skating slowly toward his team's bench and away from the jeering crowd.

“Good job dumb ass!" A voice called after the wolf as he ducked into the locker room, ears fully folded. Unfortunately the voice that called him was a teammate that followed right behind him.

“I'm sorry…" Splicer mumbled, trying to hold his tears back. Stripping his well used gear off, he let his hot, sweat matted fur breath for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. Then he stared at the floor as he made his way towards the shower. Stepping over multiple sets of paws trying to trip him he found the bathroom.

“Come on guys, I mean, he tried his best, I think…" His captain's voice quelled some of the taunts around him.

He turned the water on, washing the sweat from his fur, steam filling the room. He really did try his best. Something was off though, maybe he was sick, maybe his skates needed a sharpening. He used to be good, great even. But something was distracting him recently. He thought about his captain, Dirt, closing his eyes he could see their fur touching, matted with sweat in a different way than by giving their all to something off the ice. What his dick might…

A cold burst of water jolted the wolf back to reality before the water cut off entirely. Dirt was leaning on the wall next to the shower, shoulder pads still covering his shoulders, sweat on his brow.

“The team and I have been talking…" He started. Splicer was barely paying attention due to the fact he could smell the coyote's wafting off the tight fitting gear. He never noticed it before but the coyote towered over the wolf, Splicer's eye level was barely above their pecks.

“Oh, about?" He murmured before the realisation hit him. “WAIT NO! Please don't kick me off the team please don't! I-I can do better! I promise."

“No, we thought about it, but you're good, when you want to be. We just thought about a way to put you back in place. We finally settled on one."

“Wh-what do you mean? Like a hazing or something?" Splicer shivered, knowing that his university's team had some pretty nasty rumours circling around about the hockey team. Naked zamboni drags, full fur shaves, body checking practice dummy. They were just rumours of course but the wolf's mind was racing.

“Sure something like that… You know, I know the way you've been looking at me you little queer. In the showers, letting the tip of your dick poke out of its sheath?"

“H-hey I can't help it! You know that shit just happens." Splicer's face was deep red as he poorly lied in an attempt to save face.

“Shut it rookie." The captain coyote growled, slamming his fist onto the tile next to the wolf's ear, getting a satisfying flinch from the wolf. “If you wanna run around getting all hard for the team, you gotta play hard. If not, well, let's just demonstrate what'll happen to you…"

Splicer opened his muzzle to protest but as soon as a syllable came out a sweaty sock found its way inside, forcing a heavy gag out of him. While he was stuck choking on the musty sock, another one was wrapped around his open muzzle and tied off tight around the back of his head. As he reached up to try and untie it, his wrists were pinned up against the slick tile by the coyote. His eyes burned from the salty, acrid taste in his maw. He was practically lifted up from the floor as Dirt walked him back out into the locker room. Blurry faces were all smiling at him, multiple furs stood there holding something in their paws. Splicer tried to blink away the forming tears but it was no help. The back of his throat was rapidly drying out and his tongue was useless trying to push the sock out of his muzzle. All it accomplished was spreading the salty paw sweat all around his maw until he was sure he would taste it for weeks.

Multiple sets of paws pinned his chest down onto the locker room bench. The distinct sound of peeling duct tape made him thrash as much as he could, but there were too many furs to overpower. First his wrists were taped around the bench's legs, over, and over, and over again. He tried wiggling his arms, loosening the tape and slipping out but there was no give. Then, multiple rings were wrapped around his chest, leaving him trapped to the bench with his legs splayed to either side, staring forward at the locker room door. The now empty cardboard roll that was once full of duct tape was waved right in front of his eyes before being tossed aside.

Splicer screamed for help, only a muffled noise could be made out through the sock.

“Awwwww is someone scared? Good!" The voice behind him taunted. Splicer's mind was hazey, who was that? Brooke maybe? He always was a bit of an asshole.

Rough paws grabbed at his exposed sheath and balls, pulling them out from under his waist. He saw the midsection of the captain walk in front of him holding their hockey stick. They wound back and slapped their stick on the ground. Splicer flinched, watching the stick flex on the ground, rapidly approaching his face. More of his vision was taken up by the speeding stick as it stopped just short on his nose. The tape then lightly tapped the end of his nose, chuckles started to arise from the team behind him.

“Boop." The coyote playfully spun his stick around before stabbing the tip down on the ground in between his paws, leaning on it so he could get a full look of the terror in the wolf's eyes. It was good but not quite good enough, he had to be sure the message was heard loud and clear.

“You know I really don't want to do this but you gave me no choice." They sighed as they walked around the wolf dragging the stick behind him.

Splicer whined, trying to cross his legs. Despite the terror he was feeling, the way the coyote was dominating him was getting him excited and the blue tip of his dick started to poke out of his sheath. Paws grabbed his legs, pulling them wide apart in a V shape. A hard tip covered in tape gently pressed down on top of his left nut.

“You're not supposed to be enjoying this bitch." Dirt told him, putting more pressure down on the stick's tip.

It didn't hurt at first, but after a few seconds the pain started coming in waves with each throb of his heart. And it was getting worse each passing second. He started whimpering, then crying, then wailing as it felt like his ball was about to be flattened on the bench. Sometime between all the crying and wailing the socks had loosened just enough to pop out. Finally his maw was free from that taste and he could speak freely.

“F-FUCK! PL-PLEASE STOP! STOP STOP PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP! ANYON-" A quick yelp rose from deep in his chest as the pain in his balls ebbed to a heavy throb and his ass was now on fire.

“Did I say you could talk? Now, you're going to shut up. If you don't, we'll use a whole roll of duct tape on that muzzle and then bust a lot more than your balls. Do I make myself clear?" The coyote asked, resting his stick right on top of the spot he had just spanked, threatening to deliver another if the answer he was given was unsatisfactory.

Splicer was still whimpering softly, shivering, drooling. Tears streamed down his cheek as he nodded. He felt like the pain in his ass and balls would last for a week if not longer. A cool ring slipped over his sheath and balls. Tight metal bars wrapped over his sheath with his now fully retracted dick hiding away. The cage was locked with a click. The cage was a familiar feeling. He realised it was one of the things he had bought when he was just starting out with doing kinky things. It was far too tight for him to practise in so he slipped out, slipped it off himself and forgot it in the corner of his locker, lost under a mountain of gear. When did the team find it.?

“Yeah we've known you were a little freak since the beginning. But from now on you're going to be our toy…" The coyote cooed, rubbing the deep red welt his stick had left on the wolf's cheeks and squeezing their ginger balls between his paws. He loved the soft whines they made when he pressed them together or tugged on the solid metal cage to make sure it wasn't going to slip off. And to torture the wolf just that little bit extra.

“Now, you have a choice, lube or no lube? Nod for yes, shake for no."

Splicer almost shook his head no at the question as a reaction. Sure he dreamt of this kind of thing happening, but not while the whole team watched and with how extreme this whole situation had escalated. He couldn't think of any other way out. He could try and kick back, maybe claw the captain, but then what? The rest of the team was still there, and stuck as he was, an action like that wouldn't be unpunished. He swallowed hard, mind still reeling from the pain and confusion of the whole situation.

He uneasily nodded his head up and down as much as the bench would allow him.

“Good choice."

The wolf heard some rustling around in a locker, a thank you and a loud pop as a cap was pulled out of something. He could guess what that something was. A steady stream of cool liquid came down just below his tail, flowing down and getting matted in his fur just above his tailhole. Dirt stepped back into the wolf's field of visionTheir paw slick with pre and lube as he rubbed it along his dick, giving the wolf a show of what was planned for his already abused ass. The fully hard, knotted cock, had to be at least twice the size of his own, it made him blush at the difference, and scared imagining it trying to fit inside his tight ass.

Dirt gave the wolf a playful slap across the jaw with it before disappearing behind him once again. He felt fur brush against the back of his legs, paws pressing down of the back of his shoulders, grinding him hard into the bed. Then rubbing up and down against his hole, as the warm rod hotdogged him. After a minute of making sure the lube was all spread in, the coyote moved in for the kill. The tip pressed hard against his tailhole, Splicer bit his lip as he tried to stop it from going in but it started pressing it's way inside him. It burned, burning like the welt across his ass. His tailhole kept stretching, Splicer alternated between short ragged breaths and softly whining.

Eventually the pair came to a stop as the knot was the only thing left outside the wolf. He felt a warm chest pressing hard against his back. No, he couldn't do it, there was no way. He already was well past his limit, and it felt like someone was trying to fit a coconut in his ass. He twitched and kicked his legs back weakly.

“Just relax and it won't be as bad." The whisper in his ear made him melt, the short ragged breathing stabilised with some time, until he was meeting the slow rise and falling of the chest pressing down on top of him. The coyote pulled out and gently thrust back in. It didn't burn like before, and Splicer felt a spurt of pre shoot out of the hole in his cage. The thrusting picked up, harder, faster until the wolf was panting heavily and soft moans started replacing the whines and whimpers. The coyote felt his knot making more headway with each thrust, the wolf was close to taking it all the way. He almost couldn't believe it. Maybe the bitch could become a full time cum rag if he didn't shape up his hockey game.

Splicer melted away, his head was fuzzy. His aching balls throbbed with each thrust of the large dick, the slap of hips against his ass made the spank mark burn again and a small pool of pre had formed on the bench underneath his cage, his fur was matted with a mix of his own sweat and the captain's. The constant chatter of the team behind him died. All he could think of was him and Dirt, and the fucked up but still intimated connection they shared. He knew the coyote was close, he could feel the throbbing knot begging to pop in. He bit his lips and with all the mobility he could muster, thrust his hips back to meet the knot on the final thrust. Hot ropes of cum shot deep inside him, the spasming knot being weakly rubbed inside the wolf right up against their poor prostate. Splicer felt his own orgasm roll in waves as each thrust of the knot against his sensitive prostate milked another spurt of cum out from his dick, hidden away behind its cage. The coyote plopped heavily onto the wolf's back, final spurts of cum dripping out into the wolf's well filled ass. Instead of waiting for the knot to ebb down and come out on it's own. He braced hard on the wolf and pulled it out of the resisting ass. A slick squelch and a loud yelp was heard as it came loose, cum instantly flowing out of the wolf's loosened hole.

“Aw fuck dude? Did you have to ruin him so early?" One of the other player's protested.

“Does that mean you don't want a turn?" Dirt asked as he cleaned his cum soaked dick on the team toy's back fur.

“... No I still do…"

“Get in line then."

Splicer heard a small kerfuffle behind him as furs fought to get better spots in line.

“Play better and we'll do this more often, maybe you even get your key back. Play worse and we'll find something you don't like, little bitch…" His captain whispered in Splicer's ear, making them flatten as his face began blushing. They climbed on his back, less than a second later Splicer felt the next fur clambering onto him. He figured it would be a long night and an even longer shower to get all the sweat and cum out of his fur later.

Splicer watched as the puck fly by his paws. He whipped his stick behind his back stopping the puck before it crossed the blue line. He saw the panther approaching out of the corner of his eye. He bent down low last second, seeing the surprise in the panther's upside down eyes as they flipped over his shoulders and crashed to the ice. He looked at the puck, the clock ticking the last ten seconds down, the score, tied. He looked down the ice towards the goal. Everyone was tied down, except Dirt who had broken free and was open beyond the mess of bodies and sticks in front of the net. He gave the puck some lift with a flick of his stick, threading it through the approaching forwards legs and onto the coyote's waiting stick. A second was left, the puck flew through the air over the goalie's diving shoulder. All eyes watched the puck. A loud ping was heard as the puck crashed into the top bar and crashed into the back of the next. Final buzzer rang.

Splicer's team rushed the captain, cheering. They locked arms, jumping out and down on the ice howling chants. Once it all died down the coyote slapped Splicer's shoulder pads.

“Looks like someone earned themselves a reward." He said, eliciting another loud burst of applause from the team. Meanwhile Splicer smiled bashfully, cage dripping pre into the inside of his cup at just the thought of another team building session.