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This story was written for Salgrus by Jeeves. It contains M/M sex acts and teasing of varying varieties between multiple consenting adults. :3

The Kings' Gambit Bryce couldn't quite believe that he was here. That he, along with six or seven of the college's other top athletes, had agreed to this ridiculous idea. If it hadn't been for the several hundred dollar advance payment which had appeared in his account that very morning, the wolf almost certainly wouldn't have bothered to show up. But that cash injection, along with the lingering promise of much more to come if he stayed for the duration of the party, had convinced him to at least give it a shot.

Pausing by the front door of the manorhouse, looking like it had been torn straight out of some Dickensian tale of the British countryside and rebuilt brick by brick across the Atlantic, the soccer-loving lupine glanced down nervously at his attire. From his sponsorship-laden red shirt to the black shorts beneath it, the calf-length white sports socks and the studded soccer boots tied upon his footpaws, there wasn't a thread of clothing upon Bryce's body which felt like it belonged here. Hell, even if he'd been wearing whatever approximated most closely to his Sunday best, the wolf still would have felt entirely outclassed by his surroundings. His family weren't badly off by any stretch, and would have been able to just about afford his college tuition even if he hadn't gotten a full ride sports scholarship, but compared to whichever of the college chess team actually lived in this monster of a house, he might as well have lived in a cardboard box under a railway bridge.

Slowly, nervously, Bryce lifted one hand from his side and rang the doorbell. Somewhat distantly, through what must have been a substantially thick door built of solid oak, he heard a melodic series of chimes ring out. For close to ten seconds he stood in silence, tensely waiting to be looked disapprovingly up and down by some coat-tailed butler and promptly told to get the hell off this property, that a terrible mistake had been made in thinking that he or indeed any of his fellow athletes were ever going to be permitted within these walls.

When finally the door did swing slowly open, the figure who answered wasn't a butler or any sort of domestic help. Instead Bryce found himself looking down at a short, skinny mouse with thick glasses and tufted hazel brown hair that had been both gelled and combed. All in all the rodent must have been close to two feet shorter than the wolf, but in reality Bryce knew that this shrimp of a man was actually in the year above him. He remembered his face from the college's abundant coverage of the school chess team's international tournament victory, and thankfully had found the foresight to learn his name too ahead of today's festivities.

"Hey dude. Uh... you're William, right?"

The mouse's face flushed scarlet beneath his soft brown fur. He nodded, and pulled the door open to allow Bryce inside. Nodding his appreciation, the uniformed lupine slipped inside, only to wince as he heard his metal studded boots beginning to clatter loudly around what was a vast, hardwood floored entrance lobby.

"Congrats on the tournament win, dude. You guys are like, celebrities around here now."

Instinctively, Bryce bent over and began to unfasten his shoe laces as he continued to make small talk with the seemingly shy mouse. Before he could do more than grasp both ends of one boot's laces however, the smaller male let out a strained burst of giggling and called out for the wolf to stop.

"D-don't take them off."

Still bending over, the wolf tilted his head in the direction of the mouse. He looked William straight in his brightly glowing face, and then allowed his eyes to roam down the male's almost painfully skinny, t-shirt and slacks clad figure. Bryce's eyebrows shot skyward for a moment, and the wolf's own cheeks reddened as he remembered why he was here. Why he and all of his athletically inclined, handsome friends had been paid so well to be here today and dressed in the manner that they were. For another moment or two his eyes lingered upon the not huge but still noticeable bulge in the mouse's slacks, before he averted his gaze, cleared his throat, and pulled himself upright once more.

"Right. R-right... of course. So... uh... am I the first here? Is there somewhere we should be going to... t-to... um, start?"

The mouse, William, seemed to have lost the ability to speak again. Whether that was due to simple shyness, or the fact that for several seconds he was staring intently at the currently bulge free front of Bryce's loose fitting shorts, it was hard to tell. Soon enough however the red faced rodent pointed off down the entrance hall, to the left of a large marble staircase. He himself set off in that direction without any further delay, and taking this as a sign, Bryce followed in his wake.

It spoke to the sheer size of the house that it took almost five minutes for the wolf and his guide to arrive at their destination. For about half of that journey, Bryce had been able to hear music. Not the classical orchestra pieces one might have expected from such a grand residence, nor even the loud, face-melting metal that a young rich college kid might listen to in a rather daddy's-boy attempt at rebellion. Indeed there was only one thing that the wolf could think of as he listened to the slow, rather gentle music getting louder and louder as he and William approached their destination.

It reminded him of the sort of music you would find added to the background of amateur porn. The kind of video in which some horny college freshman not much younger than himself would be slowly and seductively stripping for whatever long distance partner they had left behind after high-school, trying desperately to do whatever they could to keep the magic alive. Indeed, already the wolf could feel his own cheeks beginning to glow slightly as the association set his mind thinking back to a myriad of masturbatory porn viewings in his dorm. If he wasn't careful, William wouldn't be the only one sporting wood.

But then... given the reason he and his fellow jocks had been brought here, that was probably very much the point.

Even though William was leading the wolf through the house, it was Bryce who pulled the last heavy oak door open and first stepped into what had to be the hub of this unique type of party. The first thing that hit him was the size of the room, as though it was built for some sort of grand ballroom dancing competition with dozens of participants, not for ten chess champions and their six athletic invitees. The second thing that struck the wolf was the bling. In the centre of the room, resting upon a vast table piled high with small silver trays of utterly delectable looking food items, was the reason for the celebration. The world collegiate chess championship trophy. It was a huge silver cup, bigger than any that Bryce had ever seen, never mind won himself or as part of a team, and atop its ornately crafted lid there stood the proud figure of two chess pieces standing side by side. A white marble queen, and a black marble king.

Thirdly, and by far the most all consuming feature of the room once Bryce turned his attention towards it, was a long stage that ran along the interior length of the polished wooden floor. It was this staging area which had the majority of the room's illuminations turned upon it, and which bore practically all of the rooms other decoration in the form of what the wolf could only describe as props. Several smooth steel dancer's poles rose up from floor to ceiling, bolted firmly into place by heavy steel rivets at either end. Near the centre of the stage there stood a leather vaulting horse, and close to one end a smooth, padded mat section like the flooring of a dojo.

The reasons for these various props might have been rather difficult to comprehend, had they not almost all been in use.

Two of the poles were occupied by men Bryce knew. A tiger friend of his from classes who played for the college hockey team stood behind one pole, looking rather unsure of himself as he swung and simply twisted his body around it in time to the music. With his jersey and thick shorts covering his beefy frame, he didn't look particularly exotic, never mind erotic, to the wolf. The fact that his skates, padding, and socks were cast off around him in an uneven semi-circle however spoke volumes as to the progress he had already made, as did the trio of nerds... a phrase which Bryce knew he would need to remove from even his subconscious vocabulary for the rest of the evening... standing close by the edge of the stage, squirming and whispering to one another as they watched him.

The second pole was occupied by possibly the largest male in the room. Bryce didn't know him personally, but suspected there wasn't a single student in the whole college who wouldn't recognise him on sight. The almost pure black coated stallion was the kicker for the college football team, and though he was only a freshman he had already been scouted at some of his games. His piercing blue eyes stared out through the guard of his helmet, but where there should have been padding and a bottle green jersey below it, there was only rippling muscle and black furred flesh. He was shirtless, and judging by the lack of a jersey resting anywhere close by he had arrived that way. The horse didn't so much dance around the pole as he did flex, but the result was the same. Three more of the chess team were gathered before him, and there wasn't an eye in the room which wasn't half paying attention as he swayed and swaggered, the stage beneath his hooves already littered with singles, fives, and even a couple of ten dollar bills.

Each of the other three performers only had a single avid viewer to their name, but they didn't seem to mind. A muscular but limber otter dressed in tight spandex performed nimbly upon the vaulting horse, spinning and twisting around in what for him was probably only rather basic training. A hefty bull almost as large as the stallion, dressed in a white robe with a black belt tied round his waist, performed what looked like Tai-Chi upon the mattress, and in an empty spot devoid of props the last of the five established performers simply danced to the slow, seductive music. He, like Bryce, was a grey furred wolf, but instead of being dressed in soccer gear he bore the uniform of the college's basketball team. A loose fitting vest and shorts were the entirety of his ensemble, his own trainers and socks resting in a neat pile at the rear edge of the stage.

It was this other wolf that was the first of the athletes to spot Bryce, and as soon as he did so, he froze in bashful horror.

For a second or two, Bryce and his brother Tyler regarded one another with stunned dismay. The cogs of their minds began to work furiously as they began to conceive of any other reason why their sibling could be here, other than the obvious. But when no such answer materialised, they were forced to accept the painful and humiliating truth of the matter.

They had both been approached. Both been offered money to come here and entertain the chess team in as seductive and sensual a manner as the cash they were being offered made them happy to. And apparently, both of them had agreed.

It was something of a blessed relief that before either Bryce or his brother could try and establish any more concrete communication, the music fell abruptly silent. Both dancers and observers turned towards the source of the party's disruption, and Bryce saw that it was his very own mousey guide who was responsible. William squirmed bashfully beneath the gaze of so many pairs of eyes, but drew himself up to the fullest height of his five feet and called out in a soft, squeaky, undeniably upper class voice.

"Gentlemen, if I may have your attention for but a moment. It gives me great pleasure to announce that at long last, all our entertainment is here."

Clearly directed at the rest of the chess team, William extended an arm in Bryce's direction. The soccer player's own face burned brightly as he watched the team of brainboxes settling their collective gaze upon him. He did begin to feel a little more secure however as he raised a hand to wave at them, only for about half of the twinkish males to turn away, blushing and giggling in helpless embarrassment.

Once more, William's shrill tones rang out across the party floor, but this time his words were directed not at the rest of the chess team, but at Bryce and his fellow athletes.

"You all know why you're here. What has been requested of you, and what rewards will be offered up should you choose to acquiesce. Let me remind you though, it is you who is in control tonight. You who decides how far things go. If you think that any one of my teammates is going beyond the limits of what you are comfortable experiencing, do not hesitate to say so. But please... do consider the benefits of an open mind, or, if that is a greater motivator, a swollen bank balance."

The six studly males looked around at one another, all shuffling and flexing with bravado, none willing to outwardly show any excitement or willingness to go along with what they had been asked to do. Yet all the while Bryce knew, just as he was ninety nine percent certain the rest of his sporty comrades knew, that it was all a bluff. All just an attempt to save face in the presence of what were perceived as other alpha males. After all, once again it all came down to a single simple fact.

They were all here, because they had all agreed to what had been proposed.

For the last time, William called out, addressing the rest of the chess team once more.

"Valhalla Kings, last week we proved to the world that we are unbeatable at our craft. Now, let us show one another and our kind guests that we are more than just strategy and intellect. That there is more to each and every one of us than the sum of our parts. Spend freely. Give generously, and should the evening go as we hope, ready your minds to savour the memory of what is to come."

A meek series of whoops, cheers and bashful giggling erupted from the other nine chess players, and as the music began once more William moved across the room to join them. Bryce continued to watch from his position by the hall's large oak doorway as the chess team began to mingle and chatter, their gaze turning collectively back towards the stage area as each of the five performing athletes resumed their modest attempts at seductive, teasing dances and demonstrations. He stood there for almost thirty seconds, eyes drifting across four of the five assembled studs, deftly avoiding his brother's swaying figure at all costs, before something that should have been painfully obvious occurred to him.

He wasn't supposed to be down here as an onlooker. He was supposed to be up there, a performer.

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It seemed, at least from what Bryce could gather, that the chess team had been holding back somewhat before his arrival. Yes there were bank notes littering the stage and its surroundings already, but it was only after his arrival and ascent to the stage that he saw the chess players beginning to walk up and down the length of the stage, whole bundles of thick green currency clutched in their trembling hands.

The wolf's fellow athletes may well have been holding back too, for now that there was more substantial volumes of cash being flashed, the group on stage began to behave a little more brazenly. Yes, as Bryce took his position amongst them he did catch a few rolls of the eyes and smirks from his fellow sportsmen, as if they were seeking to show off some sort of jock-ish disdain for the people for whom they were performing. Again though, he couldn't shake the belief that a great deal of that was merely a smokescreen. After all, even he couldn't help but feel his heartbeat quicken when he looked down from the stage to see multiple pairs of sharp, hungry eyes staring back at him. He knew what they wanted. He could see it not only in their faces, but in the almost unanimous tenting of the chess team's crotches. And whether he wanted to give it in return or not, the mere fact that he was being viewed, being craved in such an overt manner was undeniably rather enticing.

No matter how enthralled he may have been by the attention of the assembled twinks before him though, Bryce was still a newcomer to the stage. He was still wearing all of his clothes, and that fact alone seemed to make every attempt at an even remotely seductive motion seem clumsy and embarrassing. On both sides, the wolf could see the other performers upping their game, and knew that before long he would need to do so as well. Already a few banknotes had floated onto the wooden boards of the stage before him, but they were only the first few drops of what Bryce secretly hoped would become a torrential storm of cold, hard cash.

Of the half-dozen studly athletes, it was the pole-dancing, hockey playing tiger who was first to pull out ahead of the pack in this renewed effort at grabbing the chess team's attention and monetary compensation. With a savage roar of forceful effort he literally tore the jersey off his back, tossing it out into the clutching fingers of the five or so happily whimpering men who rushed forward and fought to press the well worn, musky garment to their faces. As they did so, hands flew to crotches and began to squeeze and rub at small but firmly protruding bulges. Heady whimpers and gasps of joy rang out, and fresh waves of fiduciary gratitude were tossed out towards the now shirtless, gloriously buff feline.

Not to be outdone, an obvious competitive edge beginning to rise amongst the stage's occupants as they witnessed the tiger having cash rained down upon him, the resident martial artist upped the ante once more. The powerful broad shoulders of the bull stopped swinging his arms around in his attempts at making martial art training into some sort of erotic dance, and with a bellowing call for attention he strode out to the very edge of the stage.

"You want some eye candy, boys? Want something to dream about at night?"

One of his hands slipped inside the folded, robe-like garment covering the upper half of his body. It slid all the way down, un-tucking the shirt from within his black belt and exposing the black and white patched fur of his torso. His fingers traced up and down his six-pack almost playfully as he waited, watching until at least three of the five figures oogling the tiger were now looking towards him. Only then did his fingertips sink lower, the powerful bovine's touch surprisingly delicate as he reached down below his belt, tugged at the front of his light linen trousers, and slipped his hand inside.

"Fuck..."

It wasn't clear whether the bull intended to groan in pleasure or not, but Bryce strongly suspected that the martial artist was shocked by how good it felt as he began to grope himself in front of all those prying eyes. It certainly egged him on though, and it took less than a minute before it was plain to see that the martial artist's hand was no longer the only thing causing the crotch of his sparring gear to tent outward.

By now there was only one of the ten chess team members who didn't have a hand resting between their legs. The assembled mice, cats, dogs and one particularly red faced raccoon were huffing and gasping in amazement as they witnessed the bull groping himself, his vast bulge no doubt the largest any of them had ever witnessed in person by a long shot. Only William, the mouse who had led Bryce into this strange world of financially incentivised self-exposure, remained with both hands resting at his sides. Yes, he like all the others was hard as a rock, and the wolf was certain that his sharp eyes could see a small dark spot forming where pre-cum was no doubt soaking through the chess champion's underwear. But for now William was happy to leave it at that, and to allow his gaze to roam back and forth freely over all six men, not just the flavour of the moment.

As the majority of the males on show began to follow in the bull and tiger's footsteps, Bryce amongst them as he slowly and tenderly peeled his shirt up over his shoulders, the soccer-loving wolf found himself inexplicably drawn to the skinny, bespectacled shrimp of a mouse who had greeted him at the door. He was fascinated by how and why William was able to resist the urge to touch himself when the redness upon the mouse's cheeks and the ever growing dark patch at the front of his slacks spoke volumes about just how much he was enjoying all that was occurring before his very eyes. Indeed as Bryce continued to disrobe, already feeling his cock starting to swell with anticipation, he found himself setting a personal challenge to himself. That he would be the one to get William to start masturbating, and maybe even get the twink to fill the inside of his undies with cum.

"Y-yeah... that's it. Give it to me."

Bryce's flow was thrown slightly off kilter as soon afterwards, just as he was wondering whether he dared peel off his soccer shorts and be the first of the group down to only their underwear, he heard the unmistakable tone of his brother's voice calling out to the crowd. The younger wolf knew he shouldn't have, that nothing good could come of him glancing to his right and towards his senior-year sibling, but still he did so. He looked towards his brother, and shuddered in a mixture of surprise, shame and undeniable arousal as he saw what Tyler was doing.

A flurry of cash was in the midst of falling at the older wolf's feet, while with one hand he hung onto the front of his basketball shorts and the other he grabbed at what was almost certainly his own swollen cock. His eyes drifted over the fallen currency, counting it, and then glancing back down at the crowd of three or four wide eyed and skinny bodied chess champs.

"Five more... just another five little dollars from daddy's bank account, and you get another look."

Never mind five, a whole flurry of singles and a couple of fives in their own right practically launched themselves out of the trembling hands that weren't fumbling at their crotches. Sure enough, true to his word, Tyler growled in appreciation and promptly dropped the front of his shorts. Playfully, exposing himself for all to see, the wolf waved his thick red cock around in the open air. His fingers even slid up and down its length a couple of times, before with a wink and a teasing licking of his lips he tucked it back into his shorts once more.

The twinkish crowd assembled before him whimpered and called out pleadingly, begging for another look. He just shrugged though, the toes of one foot reaching out and beginning to draw towards him the loose bills that were scattered across the stage, obviously suggesting that if more were to replace them, yet another showing might well take place.

"H-hey..."

Bryce's eyes tore themselves away from his brother's crotch, the vision of his elder sibling's erect member seared into his mind, and whimpered bashfully as he realised that someone was looking at him. Someone was watching him as he watched his brother pull his cock out for the entertainment of strangers. The younger wolf looked down at the speaker, a lean tabby feline standing beside a slightly taller but even skinnier black labrador. They looked back up at him, and bashfully held up a twenty dollar bill each.

"If... if you do what he did, just once? We'll give you these."

Bryce was about to shake his head. About to say no, that he didn't feel comfortable pulling down the front of his admittedly painfully tented shorts quite yet. Before he could though, he felt a strong arm flinging itself around his shoulder, and a loud, brazen voice ringing out towards the two twinks attempting to haggle for a look at his cock.

"C'mon boys, you can do better than that. This guy isn't just some second rate soccer-playing version of me, he's my baby brother."

A loud whimper of embarrassment escaped Bryce as he felt his brother twist his arm around his neck, the older wolf's free hand rising up to grind at the top of Bryce's skull in a light, teasing noogie.

"But I promise you, he's no baby. Our family doesn't have any babies in the downstairs department."

A far louder, more shrill yelp escaped the younger wolf as to his horror, he felt his big brother reaching down and grabbing at the bulge of his crotch. Apparently, Tyler didn't believe that he had to abide by the house rule of each athlete getting to decide if, how, and when they were touched! Nevertheless, Bryce's face burned crimson as he realised that he wasn't stopping his brother from doing any of this. Wasn't fighting away the paw still holding and gently squeezing at his cock, while Tyler sold him to the now growing crowd of chess champs.

"If it was fifty a look for me, I expect at least the same for him. Or... for a sweet hundred, you can see us both. C'mon. Who's a kinky fucker? Who wants to see two brothers getting their dicks out together, all so you have something nice to jerk off to tonight?"

Before Bryce could say anything, at least six or seven of the ten members of the chess team were hollaring and waving money in their hands. In the end though, it was one solitary figure who stepped out at the front of the pack and set his money down upon the stage. A single, crisp C-note fell upon the wooden boards with a practically audible thud, and both Bryce and Tyler stared down at the spectacled, brown furred, blushing face of William.

Turning to his brother, addressing Bryce directly at long last, Tyler whispered into the younger wolf's ear.

"C'mon, man. All this money, just for acting like beefcake porn-stars for an evening? Who gives a fuck. I know all these guys on stage with us. Not one of them will breath a word about any of this once its over. And the chess team... fuck, if they're willing to organise a night like this? I'll bet they've got plenty of other secrets that make it in their best interest to keep quiet, too."

He paused for a moment, his grip upon Bryce's shorts-clad cock tightening.

"Besides... it's not like this is the first time we've ever seen each other hard. I know I kinda blew you off after you came to college here too... but we had some fun times back then. Right?"

Bryce's head span as he listened to his big brother actively trying to convince him that this was a good idea. He felt too stunned, too overwhelmed to speak. But thankfully, he knew that he didn't have to speak. He didn't have to say a word to Tyler, or to anyone. All he had to do, was act.

With a visible shudder of arousal, Bryce nodded at the assembled crowd. At William. At that hundred dollar bill lying upon the stage, and of course at his brother.

Tyler let go of his cock, only to reach down with that same hand and grab his own where it lay inside his basketball shorts. Bryce own left paw delved into his shorts, and as he felt Tyler's other arm around his shoulder squeezing encouragingly, he and the other wolf exposed themselves in unison. They pulled out their swollen, almost identically sized and shaped cocks, and after giving them a few playful wiggles and allowing them to bounce freely in the open air for all to see, wrapped their hands around them once more and squeezed. Both wolves gasped in pleasure, and each erection let loose a few droplets of glistening pre-cum which hung from their trembling tips for a second or two before tumbling down to the stage floor.

A moment later Bryce felt his cock returning to the comparative safety of the inside of his tented shorts, and watched as Tyler did the same. He finally let loose the breath which he had been holding all this time, and looked out into the crowd just soon enough to see William retreating back through the crowd with a nervous grin spread across his face, and both hands doing a fairly poor job at covering up the substantially stained front of his slacks.

Gently, Tyler punched Bryce upon the arm as he released his younger brother from their shoulder-to-shoulder hug. He winked at the other wolf, and grinned as Bryce bashfully winked back.

"Let's make these brainboxes spend some of their winnings, yeah, bro?"

Tyler growled eagerly to his brother, before raising his voice and addressing everyone on the stage.

"C'mon guys. We all know we want to be here... and we all know how far we're willing to take things. So let's stop acting like we're all just straight guys here for the money, and have some fun."

The majority of the rest of the athletes seemed to agree with Tyler's rallying cry, and over the next few minutes alone clothing began to fly freely off the stage almost faster than the chess team could catch it. Outright nudity remained illusive for even the most shameless performer, but it didn't take long at all for both Tyler and Bryce, as well as the bull and tiger, to strip down to only their underwear.

Hefty bulges tented the four sets of now visible boxer-briefs, and Bryce couldn't help but catch the bull's eye and share a wry smile as they both realised that they were wearing exactly the same blue-checked pattern. Why they had chosen those over a plain black or navy pair like their two comrades, particularly on a day when the likelihood of that underwear being on display was somewhat increased, they didn't quite know. The many sets of eyes watching them didn't seem to mind the patternation however, as if anything it made it all the more easy to identify the thick, substantial shape of the bulge beneath it.

Only two of the six remained in anything other than their undergarments, and for one of the two that was simply because he wasn't wearing any. Though quiet, the gymnastically gifted otter had almost certainly done the most in terms of actually entertaining the crowd with a mixture of genuine sporting skill and seductive charm. Still he danced, leapt and twirled around the vaulting horse, his muscular figure now bare except for the spandex shorts which from the very start of his performance had left very little to the imagination. With his cock fully engorged however, those skimpy garments had been stretched out to their maximum and then some.

All those of the chess team watching the otter perform for them could see how his cock was shifting and changing position as he moved, how it was throbbing and straining almost horizontally against his pubic region at one moment, and after a swift kicking of the otter's lithe legs it was extending down one leg of his spandex shorts. There even came monents when its swollen pink head poked out from some particular portion of the shorts, their tight grasp unable to contain the sheer length of the rigid rod and allowing thick ribbons of incredibly abundant pre-cum to find themselves lashing down the length of the gymnast's nimble legs or his flexible yet incredibly toned torso.

The least adventurous and forward of the six athletes however, much to the obvious disappointment of some of the onlookers, was the stallion. The hefty black haired horse whose bare chest and powerful legs had made the football kicker an early leader in terms of cash revenue now trailed at the back of the pack, his dark face flushed with embarrassment as he continued to perform the same flexing, awkward dance within the confines of his helmet and shorts. Yes, the lower portion of his football uniform was tented with what was no doubt the most substantial of all six sizeable shafts present in the room, but size simply could not compete versus the more extreme levels of exposure which all the other athletes now seemed all too willing to display.

"Oh... o-ohh god..."

With every passing minute, the stallion was left further and further behind as things began to rapidly advance between the performers and those for whom they were performing. A giddy cry of pleasure escaped one of the chess players, a white furred, pink-eyed bunny with glasses even larger and thicker than those William wore. His reason for doing so was clear to see, and the envy of all his chess playing teammates. In his right hand he clutched two twenty dollar bills, outstretched and offered to the bull who was no longer standing, but instead seated at the edge of the stage, his hoofed legs hanging down in front of the rabbit. It was the content of the bunny's left hand however which had given rise to his joyous wail, for in exchange for those two crisp twenties, he was running his hand over the front of the bull's painfully tented boxer briefs. Stroking, touching, stimulating the vast, thick cock within.

More money began to pour out of the seemingly bottomless pockets of the chess team as both they and the athletes began to grow more bold and open. A couple of the chess team scrambled up onto the stage, trembling and looking like they were about to cry as Bryce and Tyler nodded in acceptance of their own fists-full of cash. Their hands fell upon the wolf brother's powerful bodies, and roamed over bare chests, thick and muscular thighs, before joining their bunny companion in exploring the erections that outclassed theirs by three or four, perhaps even five times in terms of length and girth.

Even as Bryce indulged in the undeniably pleasant sensation of being felt up, however, he couldn't keep from glancing back over his shoulder. The equine footballer wasn't even attempting to put on a show any more, simply standing and watching as the rest of the athletes were fawned over and worshipped by the assembled twinks. At last he had removed his helmet, but in a way that only made it worse as now Bryce could see the frustration in his eyes. The urgent desire, mixed in with fear and embarrassment. He wanted to be a part of this. He wanted it perhaps more than any of them. And perhaps, the wolf considered, that was exactly why he couldn't bring himself to do so.

"Hey... hey, dude..."

Under his breath, the wolf called out to the mournfully brooding equine.

"Campbell, right? That's your... ahh... name?"

Groaning as he felt another twenty dollar bill being pushed into his hand, and a second set of trembling fingers join those already groping at his boxer-brief clad cock, Bryce continued to attempt engaging the stallion. Sure enough, upon hearing his name, the horse met the wolf's gaze. For a moment the equine's blue eyes blazed with anger, as though he thought until now he had been somehow anonymous and unknown. Then, just a split-second later, that anger faded into embarrassment, then shame, then frustration once again. The horse looked down at his hooves once more, but at least now Bryce knew he was listening.

"C'mon, dude. I... I dunno what your deal is. Disapproving family? Girlfriend you don't want to hurt? Just... just worried what people might think if you make it big?"

He paused to let those options sink in, and though he wasn't sure which one caused the flash of recognition and pain across the horse's features, it was certainly there.

"But... it's not worth it. Not worth making yourself miserable over. You made yourself come here. You forced yourself to take this step, because you knew you didn't wanna hide any more. You wanted an excuse, a reason to... I dunno. To have some dudes check you out? To get felt up? To fuck a tight twink like you've always wanted to? Maybe just to have someone look you in the eye and say they know. They know you're gay, and they don't give a shit."

Again Bryce paused, this time to catch his breath as the horse met his gaze once more, suddenly wide eyed and looking like he'd just been struck by lightning.

"Whatever the reason, just... just stop holding back. Okay? You don't have to go all the way. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, that's the whole deal here, right? Just... at least be able to tell yourself when you go back to your dorm tonight, that you went as far as you were comfortable with. That you tested the boundaries, and have no regrets about what you did... or more importantly, didn't do."

Before Bryce could say anything else, and before the horse could in any way attempt to respond or react to what had been said to him, a hand stuck itself up into the air. A hand clutching a deliciously tempting fifty dollar bill, and followed by a call for attention.

"A-alright... things are getting p-pretty damn hot in here. Hotter than Rory Williams dressed like a Roman..."

The chess team snorted with laughter, and all the athletes but one looked at each other in confusion. Tyler rolled his eyes at his brother's own quizzical expression.

"Man, I've been telling you for years to watch Doctor Who. Rory is... oh, jeez, just forget it..."

Bryce did forget. Indeed he barely paid any heed to his brother's playful chiding, far too focused on what the labrador holding up the money wanted in exchange for it. Sure enough, he didn't have to wait long to find out.

"...and all you need to do... any one of you, is come and take it."

Spreading his arms out, beckoning for his fellow teammates to part and allow a cone of vision from his body to the stage upon which the six athletes were watching and waiting, the canine twink reached down towards his still clothed, rock hard member. He giggled with excitement as he unzipped his fly, only to take the fifty dollar bill and tuck it into the space which the lowered zipper had created upon his tented crotch.

"So, no pressure if you aren't quite there yet, but... any takers?"

The group of studs looked at one another, not so much working out if anyone was going to try and take the nerdy pooch up on his offer, but to try and figure out which of them was going to be quick enough to get there first. It was like waiting for the starting gun at a track meet, all poised, but none of them ready to break until the first had made their move.

Before any of the five males seated at the edge of the stage, legs spread and bulging crotches exposed for wandering hands to enjoy, could take action, they saw a vast dark figure sail over the edge of the stage to their left. All of them and all the chess team watched in amazement as Campbell flung himself off the stage and landed with a clatter of hooves against woodwork, bracing as he landed for only a moment before throwing himself towards the labrador's partially exposed crotch like it held the Superbowl trophy itself, rather than just an easy fifty.

The comparably tiny dog yelped loudly as he watched the stallion drop to his knees before him, skidding the last metre or so across the polished wooden floor. He couldn't have been more than five foot two or three including his ears, while Campbell was well over seven feet in height and built like a freight train. His role and primary talent in terms of football might have been as kicker, but he was built sturdily enough to reduce most QB's to tears, never mind a shrimp of a pup like the one standing in front of him now.

An aggressive, savage snort escaped the stallion as he grabbed the labrador around the waist, strong hands gripping tightly at the dog's buttocks. His snout pushed forward, into the canine male's crotch, and with his lips plucked the fifty free from the male's fly. Rather than immediately withdrawing though, he lingered. His body seemed to freeze for a brief instant, and then a softer, almost tender snort escaped his flaring nostrils.

The dog's eyes widened like dinner-plates, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the horse beginning to nuzzle at his crotch. To sniff, to explore, to rub and tease at the canine chess champion's five inch rod of steel through his unzipped slacks and white briefs. His muzzle fell wide open, slack and panting loudly. He whimpered, rising up onto his tip-toes as every muscle in his body seemed to tighten all at once. Once, twice, three times his hips jerked uncontrollably against the horse's face, which continued to rub and nuzzle at him all the while. And then, with a final bashful whine of absolute bliss, the dog collapsed forward.

Red faced as he lifted his head, his arms rising up from the dog's rear end to draw the panting, jelly-limbed labrador into a gentle embrace, Campbell's smile lit up the room. His blue eyes shone with a radiance like nothing any of the other athletes had seen him express before either on or off the field, and his whole body shook with barely controlled delight as he held onto the man he had just made cum through his smart, probably fairly pricey clothes.

For a few seconds, the whole room was silent aside from the mixture of twinks and studs breathing heavily with excitement and anticipation. Then there came a flurry of rustling as hands delved into pockets, seeking out larger denominations and thicker wads of bills, and as the first arm rose aloft a whole series of eager cries began to ring out.

"F-fifty if someone does that to me."

"Forget that. Fifty was just for taking it! I'll give ninety for what Harvey got!"

"One hundred here, m-more if you let me take my trousers down completely."

"One fifty! One hundred and fifty dollars, if one of you will rub up against my bare cock j-just once."

---

With the stallion's self-liberation and the flurry of pleas from the chess team which followed, the next hour was a wild ride as all those present began to rather rapidly transition their mindset from that of a party, to that of an orgy. Fewer and fewer restrictions played on the minds of the half dozen athletes as they performed ever more intimate acts before and upon their wealthy hosts, not only delighting in the reactions they received from the team of twinkish chess stars, but from one another too.

Moans and whimpers of pleasure, some shy and restrained, others loud and shameless, echoed around the sizeable room as with greater and greater frequency nude or almost nude bodies made intimate contact. Bryce found himself sitting upon the steps at one end of the stage, breathing heavily as a tabby feline and raccoon sat on either side of him. Each of the wolf's powerful hands was resting upon one of the two twink's erect cocks, not over their clothing but within the tight fabric confines. They meanwhile each fondled at his own underwear with one smaller, daintier paw, and with each stroke and touch the pleasure-stricken pair whispered to the wolf how much money he was making with every stroke.

"E-eighty nine dollars each. Ninety. N-ninety one..."

The squirming, skinny cat owed Bryce ninety eight dollars when his latest attempt at speech trailed off into a frantic yowling cry, and the wolf growled happily as he felt the cock resting within his right hand beginning to twitch violently, hot ribbons of cum lashing his fingers as well as the inside of the mewling male's underpants.

The raccoon lasted a full ten strokes more, but even after he too had cum within his slacks, he kept on stroking feverishly at Bryce's own boxer-brief clad member. Not for a moment did the masked male let his gaze slip away from the glorious bulge within the wolf's underwear, and when Bryce gently peeled his sticky fingers out of both males' trousers, an almost pained whimper of desperation escaped the raccoon. He clearly recalled the rules of the event however, for as Bryce rose to his feet the raccoon did not try to maintain contact with the wolf's visibly throbbing erection.

Glancing back down at the two red faced twinks, the cat looking half asleep with dazed fatigue and the raccoon continuing to ogle his erection like it was made from solid gold, Bryce grinned warmly.

"If you wanna jerk someone off, try my brother. His cock is just like mine, and I promise you that he won't say no to an orgasm whether you're paying for it or not."

With that said, the wolf padded off towards the centre of the room. Yes, his painfully rock hard cock was begging for release, and yes he had been sorely tempted to let the raccoon finish him off. For some reason that Bryce couldn't quite place however, he wanted to wait before granting himself release. As though there was some particular offer he was waiting for, but one which he couldn't quite put words to at this time. Instead, he made his way over to the trophy table and the many trays of canapés which had barely been touched.

Avoiding the chicken and seafood given how long they had been sitting out at room temperature, he picked up some sort of puffed pastry with a mystery interior. Slipping it into his muzzle, Bryce nearly came right there and there. Fuck, it was good. He tasted another. And another. He might well have picked up the entire tray and started devouring the whole lot, had a particularly vocal squeal of pleasure from somewhere close by not attracted his attention.

Oddly, despite the sheer volume of the gleeful cry, no-one was cumming. The reason behind the giddy wail was clear though. At last, one of the six of them was naked. Campbell stood upright and exposed in all his glory, holding his shorts in one hand and the boxers which he had no doubt been wearing beneath them in the other. Rising out before him like a limb in its own right was his cock. The horse was huge, bigger than even the bulging front of his loose fitting garments had suggested. He was probably close to a foot and a half in length with his equine cock's head flared as it currently was. It was therefore no exaggeration to say that his member was almost as long as some of the smaller chess player's arms from shoulder to fingertips.

Surrounding Campbell in a trembling semicircle, three of the chess players looked like they were staring at the face of god as they admired his erection. He didn't need to do anything. He didn't need to say anything. All he had to do was stand there as one by one each of the three twinks threw literal handfuls of cash down at his feet, all talking over one another and begging him to do various acts to himself. To them. To do anything whatsoever with that mammoth erection of his.

The look on the horse's face was one of pure bliss. Such joy, such satisfaction, such freedom at not only having other men worshipping him in this manner, but having them do so before so many others. There was no judgement here. No shame. Every single person laying eyes upon him at that moment in time was either happy for him, horny for him, or jealously wishing that they were him.

Speaking softly, but with a rumbling voice so deep and powerful that Bryce could just about make out what was being said, the horse addressed the trio before him. Yes, technically they were supposed to be paying him to do what he wanted, but right now Campbell was in such a position of power that they were overjoyed at being able to pay him to command them.

"Touch yourself. Jerk off. I... I wanna see you all cumming, just thinking about my cock."

It was almost funny how quickly the three twinks fell over themselves to do as he asked. Never in his life had Bryce witnessed three men remove their trousers and underwear so quickly, nor grab at their cocks so urgently. The rabbit, labrador and grey furred mouse let slip their own chorus of moans as they began to masturbate themselves. Moans and cries that intensified tenfold or more when Campbell addressed them once more, his voice still calm and sultry as he just stood there, drinking in all the attention he had obviously been denying himself for far too long.

"That's it. Cum for me... cum, a-and maybe I'll let you make me do the same afterwards."

Bryce's gaze drifted away from the equine and the three furiously fapping twinks, and his cheeks flushed as he realised that he had subconsciously slipped one hand into his underwear and started to squeeze at the already partially swollen bulge of his knot. He was enjoying this voyeuristic break from the action more than expected, and didn't stop gently squeezing at himself as his eyes drifted around the rest of the party.

Jamie, the tiger whom Bryce knew from class as well as his skill on the hockey field, was successfully fielding a small harem of his own. Two red faced chess champions, Bryce's former attendees the raccoon and cat, seemed to have gravitated towards the striped feline rather than Tyler. Given what he was letting them do, it wasn't hard to see why. Not only were the raccoon and the tabby twink licking at the tiger's cock and groping at his hefty balls, they were doing so with much encouragement from the hulking big cat. He had a hand on each of their heads, and was stroking their ears fondly, caressing and tousling their hair, as they eagerly worshipped his exposed cock.

The wolf's gaze moved on once more, and his already glowing cheeks burned scarlet as he fell upon the last and largest group of them all. No less than four chess players and three athletes made up the last, practically self-contained orgy. A huge pile of cash, most likely a pooled effort from all four of the twinks, lay upon the hardwood flooring to one side, while each of the four investors sat cross-legged, hands unsurprisingly resting between their legs, in a row in front of Tyler, the otter, and the bull.

Bryce's eyes bulged as he watched the three buff males engage in what was obviously some sort of competitive masturbation competition. A race maybe, with either the last, or most likely the first to climax claiming the whole of the bank laid out close by. The broad-shouldered bull appeared to be going for outright intensity as his strategy, with not one but both of his hands wrapped around a swollen erection that almost rivalled the stallion's for sheer length, and probably beat it out by a nose for girth. He pumped and squeezed fiercely at his cock, and with every stroke bellowed and grunted in shameless ecstasy. The otter showed glorious use of his toned yet limber frame, and with his arms wrapped around the backs of his knees rocked back and forth upon his spine as he suckled hungrily upon his very own cock. His own gurgles and whimpers of pleasure were obviously more muted than either of the other two, but it was undeniably he who had the majority of the observing twinks' attention both with regard to simple erotic value, and probably a little academic interest too.

It was Tyler however whom his younger brother could not keep his eyes off. Tyler, who seemed utterly unconcerned by the stakes of the competition. Tyler, who had that look upon his face which Bryce recalled all too well now that he saw it again. A look of blissed out, faraway joy. A look of such familiar pleasure and contentment that it was like they were back in his bedroom the summer before he joined Tyler at college, jerking off together as they shared stories of the sexual conquests they'd made... or at least claimed to... since Tyler had last been home to visit.

Instinctively, Bryce felt his hand beginning to move more rapidly and hungrily upon his own shaft. To begin to jerk himself off almost in rhythm with his big brother's strokes.

"O-oh... god..."

The wolf could feel himself approaching the point of no return as he jerked off in perfect unison with his brother. He could practically hear his sibling's voice urging him on. Telling him that together they'd fuck every ass and blow every cock on campus. That they'd both take a single guy in one night, then compare notes on whether firm firsts or sloppy seconds felt better the morning after.

Of course, Bryce knew that none of that had ever happened. His brother had been too nervous, too concerned about what might happen if they were ever caught together here at college. No, they had never gone beyond jerking off together... perhaps with the occasional hand lent to aid the other if their arm got tired... but still their intimacy was a bond that would most certainly have been frowned upon. Thus all those fantasies of a familial, sexual tag-team had remained just that, and until today Bryce had been forced to bury all those fond, oh so pleasurable memories of he and his sibling.

Had Tyler won the jerk-off contest, Bryce had no doubt in his mind that he too would have cum, and that upon doing so he might well have cried out his brother's name. It was probably a good thing therefore that the older wolf did not win, and with one final gurgling cry of pleasure the otter uncurled from his self-suckling ball in time to launch four hot, potent shots of cum clean over his right shoulder.

Wolf and bull groaned in pleasure ridden frustration, and wrung their no doubt aching wrists in agony and dismay as they admitted defeat. Their sorrow at having lost did not last long however, for no sooner had the otter collected his winnings, he handed each of them what looked like about a quarter of the total each. Fifty for them, and a hundred for him. Still not bad, given that the only cost had been making themselves feel good.

The otter departed from the group, just one of the four twinks following him. Bryce couldn't see what was being said by the snowy white rabbit, but he saw another handful of cash being thrust out towards the otter, and the bunny's free paw making a motion that might have indicated a video camera, then the time-honoured gesture of a cock being sucked. That left three chess champs for Tyler and the bull to attend, or perhaps the other way around.

Before Bryce could return his attention to his brother however, and the rest of the group of course, he heard a soft voice clearing its throat close by. Jumping sharply, his face flushed with embarrassment and his eyes swiftly darting somewhere, anywhere other than in his brother's direction, the younger wolf looked down towards the source of the attention-grabbing vocalisation. His face glowed brighter still when he saw who was standing there, and how he was standing there.

It was William, and the hazel brown haired mouse was naked. His four and a half inch pink cock was protruding out from his bony hips and lean thighs like a dagger, and his eyes looked particularly huge through his thick glasses as the mouse forced himself to meet Bryce's bashful gaze with his own.

"I... I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

The mouse glanced towards the nearby group, a smile crossing his features as he watched Tyler extend a bare foot, toes wiggling, and press it to the crotch of one of the remaining chess players seated before him. A loud, explosively happy wail of pleasure erupted from the twink in question, and in his mindless euphoria the individual in question simply took whatever money he had clearly been offering the wolf in exchange for this act and tossed it skyward.

As it rained ones, fives and tens upon the wolf, the bull, and the trio of twinks, William looked back towards Bryce. The wolf smiled, slightly more relaxed as they both chuckled at the sight of money raining down on such a mismatched set of sexual partners.

"No. No... I was just taking a break to... uh, cool off. One of your friends got me pretty close to popping, earlier."

William giggled, raising an eyebrow at the wolf. It took Bryce a few moments to realise why he was doing so, then his embarrassment returned with a vengeance as it occurred to him that he still had a hand down the front of his boxer-briefs, the front of which were glistening with the amount of pre-cum he had squirted into them.

Shrugging, the mouse let Bryce off the hook without any further questions down that particular avenue. Given that William was the leader of an internationally victorious chess team however, the wolf knew that the mouse's real reason for not asking any further questions was that he probably already knew the answer. He may have been twice the twink's size, much more so in certain departments, but when it came to brains any one of this chess team could probably have run circles around all six of them together. At least, when they weren't paralysed by the great intelligence equaliser that was sexual arousal.

"Anyway... uh... t-the reason I came up to you?"

Struggling not to let their conversation, or his confidence, stall, the brown furred mouse nodded towards the table against which they were standing. Bryce hadn't noticed until now, but William's right hand was resting upon it. Beside a pile... no, a mountain, of cash. Quite when the mouse had put it there, and thus quite how long he had been close by watching the wolf jerk off to the sight of his brother before letting Bryce know he was there, joined the list of questions that under no circumstances did Bryce wish to have answered.

The wolf swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry not at the embarrassment flooding his senses, but at the sight of so much money. He didn't even try to count the various stacks of ones, fives, tens, twenties and fifties, but knew that the total must have run into the multiple thousands.

"Y-you... you want me to do something, right? Something... bigger than anything any of us have done so far?"

Without a word, William nodded, allowing Bryce to continue surmising for himself.

"And... you want me to name my price for it?"

At this, the mouse shook his head. He shuffled upon his feet, and murmured nervously.

"A-all of it. For what I'm asking, I... I'd give you all of it. Every cent I set aside to spend at the party."

The wolf stared from the stack of cash to William, then back again. It was the mouse however, not the money, which his gaze finally settled upon. A fact which seemed to bolster the naked rodent's confidence slightly as Bryce asked the inevitable question.

"And... what did you want me to do? What could I possibly do for you and your team, t-to earn all of that tonight?"

Drawing in a deep breath, the hazel haired twink shook his head and whimpered with nervous excitement.

"Not all my team. J-just me. I want to... t-to buy you for the rest of tonight. And I mean, the whole night. Till morning."

Cocking an eyebrow, the wolf stared down at the mouse as much intrigued as he was embarrassed and aroused by the offer.

"Buy me?"

William nodded, and spoke up more readily not because he was more confident, but because now there was nothing he could say that would possibly be harder than what had come before it.

"Yeah. F-for the rest of the night, you'd just entertain me. And... o-of course, you would do whatever I asked."

Before Bryce could cut in, the slight widening of his eyes suggesting that he was about to do just that, the mouse quickly continued.

"I wouldn't ask for anything weird, and if you d-did find something I asked for to be more than you're comfortable with, you could still obviously say no. I just mean... if you take the money? I won't just want to watch you. To touch you, a-and have you touch me. I'll want to... to... to fuck. To have you inside me. A-and when its over, for us to... y'know... c-cuddle. Maybe make out. Just... spend the night together."

The wolf's eyes were still wide, but not in the same shocked manner as before. Now they appeared wide with amazement. With surprise, at both how reasonable to mouse's requests were, and at how appealing they sounded... even before he considered the huge pay-day which saying yes would grant him. If Bryce was being perfectly honest with himself, he never would have looked twice at William had he seen him checking him out at a bar or club. Even as he entered the mansion earlier that evening, his first thoughts about the mouse had been how weedy and nerdy he appeared. Nothing positive. Nothing remotely to suggest any attraction, physical or otherwise, to the twink. He was so utterly off the wolf's sexual radar, that it had only been the mouse's bank balance and his recent press from the chess team's victory that had even been able to bring the two of them into the same room.

But now?

"I... I think I could do that."

Bryce smiled warmly at the mouse, but understood when rather than smiling back, William simply quizzed him more firmly.

"Are you sure? Like I said, I... I don't just want to fool around like these guys. I don't want to play. I want... I... I want..."

The wolf reached out, placing the fingers of one hand against the mouse's trembling muzzle. William fell silent with a whimper, and stared up at Bryce as the beefy soccer player nodded at him reassuringly.

"You want me. You want me to give myself to you. Like... I dunno, like a boyfriend for the night."

It was a clumsy choice of words, but it clearly struck a chord in both of them. The mouse whimpered once more, and nodded meekly.

"A-and, that's really okay with you? B-because..."

His cheeks flushed scarlet beneath his light brown fur, and he glanced towards the stack of money upon the table. Bryce chuckled.

"I'm not gonna lie and say I know I can do enough to earn all of that in one night. But... I'll try. Really, I will."

Again the wolf's hand reached out, this time caressing the side of the blushing rodent's small, slender face.

"So... master, do we have a deal?

Bryce grinned, and William giggled at the wolf's choice of words. It really did seem ridiculous, this tiny twink of a nerd buying such a powerful and studly athlete. Yet somehow, at the same time, they both seemed to understand that it was the sheer ridiculousness of it which had made the whole idea possible in the first place.

"Y-yeah. I... I think we do. Bitch."

The wolf growled playfully, his other hand hurriedly lashing out and grabbing William around the waist. He dragged the suddenly squealing mouse close to him, lifting his lightweight and trembling body entirely off the ground with both hands and bringing their faces nose-to-nose. Before the mouse could even begin to apologise though, Bryce growled tenderly into one of his large pink ears, and pecked at William's lips with his own.

"I may be yours, but don't push your luck. Nerd."

Straining and wiggling helplessly within the stud's grasp, the mouse giggled uncontrollably.

"J-jock..."

Bryce grinned.

"Shrimp."

Sticking out his tongue defiantly, William continued to struggle.

"Big, d-dumb, sexy brute.."

The wolf's eyes widened, and he smirked.

"Sexy?"

William said nothing, his face flushing crimson beneath its lush brown fur. Bryce didn't relent though, continuing to hold the mouse up before him and staring searchingly into William's brilliantly blushing features.

"Sounds to me like even if I am a big, dumb brute... you still want me to fuck you. Would that be a fair assessment of the situation right now?"

The mouse whimpered, but nodded rather eagerly as he did so. Bryce let slip another deep, passionate growl.

"Then how about we go somewhere a little more private... and you can find all sorts of other names to call me, while I stuff your ass so full of cock you'll still have to stand through next year's chess tournament."

Before William could give an answer, Bryce hoisted the mouse up over his shoulder. He grinned as he felt the twink's modest erection prodding at his upper arm, and chuckled warmly as the mouse's pink feet thrashed and wiggled in the air before him. Around his neck however, Bryce could feel William clutching at him not just for support and balance, but with earnest tenderness. A tenderness that he fully intended to reciprocate... just as soon as he'd buried that first hot, frantic load deep inside the cheeky little rodent's tight rump.

---

It was almost thirty minutes later that the echoing, squealing scream reverberated through the corridor outside the party hall, in through the slightly ajar door, and into the ears of the nine twinks and five studs who were far too caught up in their own transactions of cash and fluids to possibly have noticed Bryce and William's earlier departure.

Only when a howling roar followed that first obviously orgasmic cry mere seconds later did the orgiastic occupants of the hall begin to put two and two together, counting their numbers and realising who was missing.

"Alright bro..."

Under his breath, Tyler growled proudly as he lifted his muzzle from the twitching, urgently throbbing five inches belonging to the labrador he was currently blowing. He smirked as with a frantic yelp the far smaller canid waved another twenty dollar bill in front of the wolf's face, and obediently got back to work.

It was almost a minute later, just as Tyler was swallowing the small but flavoursome load deposited on his tongue by the now panting, giddily whimpering labrador, that the hall's door swung open and a single figure padded into the room.

All eyes turned immediately towards him, and bulged at the sight which awaited them.

William was still naked, but his body was no longer coated in soft, lush brown fur. Instead, the mouse bore a streaked coat of cum, pre, and lube. It coated and matted his torso at both back and front, his arms, his legs, and of course his face. He walked with a staggered, bow-legged gait, and with every step yet more cum and lube dripped from his undeniably gaping ass. More immediately noticeable than all of that though, was the look spread across the mouse's face. The sheer, shameless, shit-eating grin as he felt all those pairs of eyes looking upon him with shock, excitement, and envy.

Never in his life had he felt so sexy. Never in his life had he felt so wanted. Never in his life had he felt so full, so empty, and so gloriously glad to be who, what, and where he was right now.

The mouse staggered and shuffled his way over to the centre of the room, only to pause as he arrived at the table upon which the trophy sat amidst a sea of uneaten canapes. His eyes scanned its surface, seeking out his target, and a goofy grin crossed his face as he noted one tray that was about a third empty.

Scooping that tray up in both hands, William turned on the spot, and with the same brightly glowing face, cum-stained body and widely-spread gait, he padded back across the length of the room and out of the door once more.

He left silence in his wake. Silent staring at the empty doorway, then at other occupants of the utterly speechless room.

About ten seconds later, for the second time that night, an unsolicited bid rang out through the already hot, musky scented air.

"A-all the money I have left, for the first one of you who'll promise to do that to me."

It was the first bid of many, but like the last bidding war it didn't last long. Unlike the first set of bids however, not a single one went unclaimed.

Across the room, Tyler looked towards Jamie. Jamie looked towards the bull, who looked to Campbell as the frenzy of eager, pleading bids rang in their ears. The stallion would have looked towards the otter in turn, but the super-flexible and studly gymnast wasn't paying attention. Indeed he already seemed to have accepted a bid, or to at the very least have entered into negotiations with a certain small white rabbit. A rabbit who now seemed to be counting off an ever increasing volume of what was presumably cash on the fingers of one hand, while he wielded a small digital camcorder enthusiastically in the other.

The four as yet unspoken-for studs were three within ten seconds as Tyler shrugged, grinned, and nodded at the two twinks most urgently waving their collective cash at him.

Less than five seconds after that, Campbell was laughing joyously as no less than four of the chess team surrounded him, all begging for just a quarter of his night each in exchange for every last cent they possessed.

That left one each pleading for the time and attention of both bull and tiger, who actually seemed rather relieved to have only one hungry maw, tight ass and straining twink cock to care for.

In the following ten minutes, after terms were struck and deals were shaken, fondled, and kissed upon, the party hall emptied entirely.

Four of the five other studs were dragged past Bryce and William so hurriedly by their own lovers-to-be that they never even noticed the pair whose orgasmic wailings had triggered this fresh raising of the stakes. Indeed, it was only the younger wolf's brother who made his labrador and tabby cat companions pause on their own way towards some more comfortable and private location.

Tyler and his twink lovers stood hand in hand, watching as right there in the corridor less than twenty metres from the party-hall, the mouse and wolf screwed for a second time. Bryce had his cock firmly buried inside the hazel haired mouse once more, rocking gently back and forth as William sat upon the edge of a once pristine but now cum-stained and claw-marked eighteenth century mahogany drinks cabinet. The wolf and mouse were facing one another, panting and groaning happily as they fucked. What truly made the whole scene unique however, was the silver canape tray resting on the drinks cabinet beside William. A tray from which the mouse's trembling right hand plucked a morsel of puff pastry each time Bryce opened his maw expectantly, feeding it to the wolf and receiving not only a groan of appreciation but a tender kiss in return.

After three more canapes had been fed to Bryce, Tyler moved on. Shaking his head and grinning, he squeezed the hands of his soon to be lovers within his own far larger, stronger paws.

"That's my baby brother. And if you think I'm gonna go half as easy on you as he is on that mouse... you should ask for your money back right now."

Unnoticed by the two publically entwined lovers, Tyler and his little entourage soon vanished from view. They left Bryce and William to their business, and the wolf continued to gulp down morsel after tasty morsel as he took a more gentle approach to stuffing the twink full of his manhood. Their slow, almost tender fucking continued until there was only a single puff pastry canape left. This fact didn't escape Bryce's attention, and he whimpered hungrily as William held it up teasingly before him, but just out of range of his hungry maw.

Fondly, William drew the tasty morsel close to the wolf's lips. At the last moment, giggling gleefully, he tugged it away again. Bryce's jaws snapped shut around thin air, and before the wolf could do anything to react he was forced to watch as William joyously stuffed the delectable little treat into his own maw.

A deep, rumbling snarl escaped the both pleasure and food hungry wolf.

"You bastard. F-fuck you."

William nodded, squirming happily.

"T-that's right. Fuck me. Fuck me h-harder. Make me scream again."

Bryce growled again, trying not to smile and maintain his dark, intimidating scowl.

"Why should I?"

Utterly unintimidated, the mouse giggled once again.

"You mean aside from the fact I own your ass? Or... your cock, at least?"

The wolf's cheeks reddened slightly, and both he and William moaned as Bryce's erection twitched urgently within the mouse. The twink simply shrugged, licked his lips, and leaned in close as he whispered to the stud filling him to perfection.

"Putting that little fact aside, t-then maybe... maybe, you should fuck me because if you do... a-and if you do it just how I like it? I might call down to the kitchen, and ask if they can bake us a whole other tray."

Bryce's eyes bulged, and rather embarrassingly his cock strained with excitement.

"A-another tray?"

William giggled, nodding as he leaned back on the drinks cabinet and spread his legs wider still, encouraging the wolf to pick up speed.

"Yup. A little midnight snack. Something to keep our strength up... assuming, of course, that you're willing to fuck me hard enough to wear us out."

One more time, the wolf growled savagely at the mouse.

"G-goddammit. No wonder you guys won that championship. Y-you're not just smart. Not just rich. You're crafty as hell."

William beamed. He nodded proudly, and wiggled his ass around the wolf's thick cock just enough to draw a heated moan from his own lips.

"A-and.. ahh, and that's the whole reason you're here tonight. Because we always think t-three steps ahead. We always know how to get into a winning position. Because the Valhalla Kings... we... I... always get what we want. What I need."

By Jeeves