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Page 35, section 8-9 of the Employee Handbook: Do not, under any circumstances, walk directly onto wet cement. If such a scenario is unavoidable: walk briskly, carry a light load and do no_t stop for _any reason.

The sun had barely broken, and yet in his new line of work the males were already busy. Darren, a young buck fresh out of high-school, reached behind his head and scritched himself as he yawned. Standing at a little over six feet (he'd argue closer to seven) the sinewy buck stretched his lithe body to and fro. The dawn casting perfect shadows to accentuate the contours of his tawny runner's body partially covered in denim and fluorescent plastic that perfectly showed off the curves of the bubble butt he rocked beneath his tiny white tail. His rack (or, as Darren liked to call it: his spectacular rack) gave him another six inches or so of height. His physique was his one proud achievement, and during the last few months he found it tough to keep every female at bay. He liked girls, but not in the way they apparently liked him. He would have liked to have an encounter with a cute male during his time at high-school, but the atmosphere in locker rooms made that a dangerous possibility. He'd been given some protective gear already: the boots were optional for a species with tough hooves such as his, but the helmet designed to accommodate his antlers was mandatory and hung limply at the young cervine's left side.

The deer was not at all used to this schedule, waking up before any fur should have to do so, but his father had been very strict in insisting on the job. He could hear the older stag's words now, echoing like an aural irritant in his head:

"You're a grown buck now, son" the stern old buck had lectured for what had seemed like the 50th time that week "and you need to start paying your way. As long as you live under my roof, you'll earn your keep and abide by my rules." Darren could almost hear his father's brow furrowing as he recalled his speech about responsibility and other such adult jargon. Unfortunately, the housing market (and his grades) being less than ideal, Darren had no choice but to start work at his father's contracting firm and through a combined love for having spending money and not hearing his father lecture him he found himself at the mesh fence, staring drearily at the bright orange sign featuring a fur wearing PPE.

Darren strode confidently, almost brazenly onto the construction site and huffed arrogantly to himself at the other males who were already hard at work. Darren had planned to become a popular lets-player to pay for college, but apparently the world wasn't quite ready for his talent and so forced him to toil with the blue collar males of the yard. His distrust for the working male was palpable as he criticized each one with his eyes. They were all at least twice his age and a couple were twice (or thrice) his weight. Scruffy, unkempt fur accented with the impoverished perfume of old beer and cigarette smoke. Their pawpads were hard with callouses and their jovial, borderline homophobic banter toward each other make for a very unwelcome work environment. Despite their exterior and Darren's displeasure, he couldn't help himself from wondering what they'd be like as lovers. He'd never gotten the chance before, but here...no, definitely not. They'd need at least a shower, and probably would be more into each other than some twinky deer.

Naturally, being the more civilized example of the modern male Darren had no worries walking straight past with his head up, in his mind the rising sun illuminating his sturdy antlers. Unbeknownst to him, the workers also were watching him. No females worked on the site of course, but the site of an 18 year old slim buck could serve as eye candy for the dirtiest of older males.

Making his way to the foreman's office, Darren went to open the door when it opened apparently by itself, and a humongous black fist grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside, practically throwing him into a splintered, painted chair before slamming the metallic slab shut.

"You're late!" the foreman, a big (in every sense) middle-aged black wolf yelled in his distinctive lower-class British accent. "You're scheduled for work at five o'clock sharp, and you saunter your way in here like you own the fucking place!" Darren could unfortunately taste the words as they reached his face in liquid form, and did his best to look bothered. The foreman was certainly a big guy. Shaggy, ebony fur coating his bulky frame. His gut, admittedly more muscle than pure fat, bulged through his overalls that only slightly dwarfed his tree trunk limbs; powerful-looking arms and legs that looked like the guy had been lifting right out of the litter. Like many large objects, Darren couldn't help but feel attracted to this polar opposite of himself. He'd never date the guy of course, but maybe that wasn't what he wanted...

The wolf's volume diminished, but his tone did not. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Look lad, I dunno who you fink you are but you ain't your old man. 'E commands respect 'ere, giving us all a chance to make an 'onest living but YOU" he thrust out a large, thick finger with a hangnail to punctuate his disgust "...ain't worth nuffink until you can prove that I ain't wasting my time. This is my castle..." he paused, opening out his arms as if to invite speculative awe into the valley of bricks and steel, or perhaps assault the deer's nose with his rank pits "...and I'm the king. Do we 'ave an understanding?"

Darren couldn't wait to be gone from the tiny shack as fast as his hooves would carry him. Being trapped in his with all of this wolf and his vulgar attitudes and habits made him want to simultaneously barf and go beat off someplace quiet.

"Yes, sir." he replied, doing his best to not sound like a sarcastic sulky teenager.

The foreman huffed, apparently satisfied enough.

"Good, glad that's done wiv. Now, let's start over proper like. Name's Phil, and you must be Darren yeah?" greeted Phil, offering a dirty paw to the small buck. It took all of Darren's willpower to take the musty paw in his own; he swore that he could feel dusty grease envelop his fingers and threaten to absorb them into their salty sweaty solution.

"...yeah." was all the buck could get out. Why wasn't this done already, for goodness' sake?

Phil grinned, but whether it was at the reluctant submission to his authority or the disgust plain on the deer's face he could not fathom. Likely both.

"Pleasure." retorted the lupine. "I'm gonna assume you've read the employee 'andbook by now so we can avoid any more delays. 'Owever, I wanna see what you can 'andle. " he continued, gesturing towards his grimy window and opening it with a grunt that indicated the effort, his meaty paw almost breaking the pane as it slammed aside. Phil pointed out into the yard at a pile of steel beams. "First thing's first, I need someone to bring that lot over 'ere where it can be fitted into the drains. That someone is you, and before you give me that look" he warned, noting the visage of utter disbelief on Darren's slender face "They aren't as 'eavy as they look, and your father wants me to report everything that you do 'ere back to 'im, so don't bother trying to shirk it. Just get it done and maybe I'll 'ave something more interesting for you."

The youthful cervine held his tongue as he left the office and made off towards his first task at his first ever job surrounded by a bunch bruisers, the crew corrupting both his senses and inhibitions quicker than he would like. As long as he worked here however, his father would be off of his back and he might just get some peace and respect at home. The sun had risen just a bit now, and Darren could see clearly the other laborers in the yard: a jacked-up cheetah that probably had a pretty even steroid to blood ratio, and two scrawny slim guys like himself: a shifty-looking possum and (shockingly) another whitetail deer. Darren begrudgingly walked over to the task he had been given, when he hopped back quickly. The ground beneath him dipped under his weight, and he felt a cool suction pulling gently at his hoof.

"Gotta be quick beautiful, or the cement will trap you good!" hollered the cheetah, made up of so many muscles it was impossible to imagine for Darren where the brain might go. Undeterred due to his track and field accomplishments in school from several months ago, the spry young buck skipped across the wet cement and never dipped more than an inch or two in the process. He found the stack of beams which foreman Phil had told him to bring back. Darren looked around to make sure no one was watching if he turned out to be too weak, then bent down (with the legs) to pick up a single beam. The cervine bounced it in his paws, and felt pretty confident until he thought he'd caught the others snickering at his lack of upper body strength.

"I'll show these meatheads" the deer vowed to himself, and scooped up all the beams at once. Truthfully, they were not too much of a burden singularly but combined, their weight required quite the heft to get them moving. The deer could almost feel his spine bend but valued his pride more than anything ,especially in front of these lowlifes. With great effort, Darren lifted the bars to his chest and pivoted around on his hooves in order to come back the way he'd come.

He tested the cement with a single hoof, and made a mental sigh as he found it was rapidly-drying cement. Still, he felt it better to move as fast as he could just in case something bad happened. The deer tried to run, but all he could muster was a slow trudge through the stony, hardening goop. His hooves squelched into the gray mud as he made slow yet rhythmic progress. He'd gotten about halfway when he heard a voice calling out to him...no, not just calling out...mocking him. The deer stopped dead in his tracks and turned furiously to address his cajoler.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you, pretty ciervito. Why don't you take a break and come play with this possum, eh?" the marsupial taunted, luridly grabbing his own crotch with one paw through his dark-blue overalls while the other held a large wrench. The perverted possum licked his muzzle before cackling loudly and obnoxiously; Darren figured the cretin stank like roadkill, but was kind of cute in a trashy kind of way. "You're a pretty ciervo aren't you? Wanna see a real man work? I'll show you a steel pipe you can handle!" the smaller mammal joked, partially for his own amusement. The teenage cervine huffed and muttered something under his breath and decided to just focus on the job. He took another step forward, or at least he tried. The sudden jolt of being stopped made him drop the beams he was carrying, resulting in a cacophony of crashing cylinders in front of him as they rolled for a few feet before getting stuck in the mostly-dry cement. His hooves were stuck fast; the sticky, granular texture of cement holding the poor buck firmly in place.

Stuck. Like Darren was.

Darren cursed his luck twice over: not only was he literally cemented in place from the now-dry surface but that noise would attracted every worker on the site to come and laugh at his plight. His cheeks burned as he saw the door to the foreman's office open and Phil rush out. Before the irritated wolf could leave however, he saw that the ashen-furred possum had stopped him and whispered something into his large, fluffy ears while grinning manically the whole time. Darren felt even worse when he saw Phil grin a grin of yellowed, sharp teeth and look directly at the stuck buck.

"Well, well ,well. What 'ave we 'ere?" Phil remarked as he walked up to the cemented cervine, looking down at the hooves buried several inches in rock-hard concrete. "I'm guessing someone didn't read the 'andbook, did they?" he taunted, poking the deer lightly in the chest. "Seems like you'll be costing us even more money too, now that we'll 'ave to pry out those bars as well as you." Phil huffed, and clearly was not happy. The huff of air swept over Darren's face and punched him right in the olfactory gland: this guy's diet must be as well-rounded as his grooming habits."'ere, grab onto this and we'll yank you out with the crane" he instructed, prying out a partially-sticky bar from the solidified good with ease and handing it to Darren. Obediently, the deer gripped the bar with both paws and was so flustered that he barely noticed the possum snap zip-ties around his wrists to better fasten him to the bar "They're so you don't fall to your death, cabrón" he explained, but Darren definitely noticed a smirk in the marsupial's small face. At this distance, he noticed something about the possum that he hadn't earlier: each of his pale ears had a silver stud inside of them at the base, just where they anchored themselves onto his slim, pointed head.

Both mammals backed up and waved into the distance. Darren could just turn around enough to see the cheetah from earlier operating the crane, lowering the hook down towards the bar that the deer held. Darren closed his eyes, not wanting to seem himself dozens of feet off of the ground. He felt the hook take the weight of the bar and begin to lift. The deer's arms rose up involuntarily with the hook, right up over his head.

Then the crane stopped. No more raising, and no lifting him out of the cement. The crane just left him there, posed with his fuzzy brown legs spread wide and his bound arms out and above him he looked like he'd been caught in the middle of a jumping jack.

"What the heck, guys?" yelled Darren, irritated past the point of caring at this point. "Can't you idiots even do your damn jobs, what does dad pay you for anywa-" he stopped suddenly as he felt something behind him. Something big, furry and reeking of unwashed fur. The deer gasped as he felt a giant paw clamp around his right buttock, the pert cheek completely covered in large wolf paw; the claws digging slightly around the edge.

"I told you, you ain't got no respect 'round 'ere, and you obviously 'ave no respect for us either." said the wolf, gripping the boy's ass like it was his personal property. "Your dad tried to teach you to respect us who've 'ad a rough start and wanted to work 'ard to make fings right, but you never listened. Well, you'll listen now..." he chuckled, which became a laugh thick with smoker's cough. "The way I see it, you've got two choices. Choice number one, we leave you 'ere all day and tell dear old dad what a nuisance 'is kid 'as been, with tracking through wet cement and disrespecting 'is 'ardest working employees."

The deer blushed furiously, at the treatment and the potential for humiliation. All hubris was gone now, and he listened closely to what Phil was telling him. He hated to admit it but that firm grope, the feel of a real male possessing him, was making him feel a way that didn't exactly feel violated but wanted. Sure, they were still slobs but...something about the wolf's take-charge attitude and meaty, hairy body and masculine aroma made Darren just a bit weak at the knees. Were he not encased in cement, he might even have turned around the face him.

"W...what's number two?" he asked, giving his rump just a tiny push into the paw as if he already knew the answer.

Phil smirked "Option two, we set you free. We've the tools to 'andle it, no problem. We start over, show you the ropes, treat you like one of us. Of course...we'd want something in return." he remarked, his thick digits tracing along the deer's cleft as his husky breath warmed the nape of the boy's neck "So, what's it gonna be?"

The deer was equal parts disgusted and aroused. On one paw, every one of these average Joes needed a good shower and grooming. On the other paw, the rush of being used by these men would be the kind of thrill to liven up the job. Plus, there was his less-than-stellar reputation with his father to consider...

"You got yourself a deal, old man!" Darren exclaimed, then winced as the grip on his ass tightened.

"Let's go, boy" Phil stated, running his greasy paw between the tight cleft of the deer's rump. he growled, his hot lupine breath against the buck's neck as he unzipped his pants to retrieve his semi-erect wolfhood, the sizable phallus veined and glistening with pent-up precum.

Darren tugged hard at his restraints to check them; the last thing he wanted to to fall muzzle-first onto the solid floor. He could feel the heat of the huge male's cock against the butt of his jeans, and began to relax his inhibitions as he felt his own cervine member press against the front of his pants. He considered himself straight mostly, but he'd be lying if he hadn't experimented with himself back there before. Never another male, but a couple of fingers while jerking off in his room had occurred on more than one occasion. Darren found it hard to recollect as all he could focus on was the scent, the rancid stench of horny old wolf enveloping his lithe frame. Phil yelled something briefly in Spanish to the possum, who scampered out of view.

"Mmm, you many not look like us but you will smell like us boy" taunted Phil as he reached around to the deer's fly, his clammy mitt roughly groping the tent sporting through the buck's jeans as he unzipped. Immediately, the cervine's cock slipped through the gap in his boxers and jutted out proudly into the cool morning air. Darren winced and moaned as he felt the hard pawpads of the black lupine stroke his tapered length, the rough treatment teasing droplets of precum out of the boy's balls. Phil wasted no time in sliding the deer's jeans down as far as they would go, followed by his red boxer shorts. The wolf rubbed a single digit against the boy's bare bumhole, his spade tail giving every potential onlooker a perfect view of his virgin rosebud. Darren squirmed as Phil played with his cock, getting his dusty ebony paw and claws coated in the teenager's clear sexual fluids.

"Have a taste, kid. Taste how 'orny we've made you. You've wanted this since you first walked on site, 'aven't you?" he asked, thrusting a dirty slick finger towards the cervine boy's small brown lips.

Darren sucked it. He couldn't believe it, almost didn't realize, but there he was fellating the foreman's finger while feeling the heat of his member literally leak over the curves of his ass. His own comparatively shorter erection stood straight as an arrow out in front of him, responding favorably to the treatment.

"Wow you really are loving this ain't you, you dirty slag?" teased the foreman, working his own tumescence beneath the knot "Better make it slick, 'cause we can't use the oil around 'ere for lube so spit's all you're gonna get." he informed, then almost broke out laughing as Darren gave the wettest and sloppiest blowjob to a finger he'd ever seen. Slowly, he withdrew his musky paw out of the boy's mouth and slipped the slick, slimy paw up under the youth's tail. Darren moaned as he felt that greasy finger slip up into his tight virgin pucker, and did his best to relax as he did when he adventured down there at home. He stuttered through his next few breathes as the burly wolf started to finger fuck him, those sausage fingers stretching him out and curling slightly towards his stomach to press that magic button all guys have inside their ass. Darren pushed back without really noticing, honestly his legs were getting more attention since he'd been essentially petrified from the ankles down. The horny young buck loosened up around Phil's paw, clenching instinctively when the fingers left that tight crevice.

Phil chuckled "You know what, mate? As much as I'd love to break you in, that's exactly what I'd end up doing. So, I'll let someone else knock first" he smiled, and Darren could hear a slapping sound behind him akin to a paw palm hitting a shoulder. Straining his neck, the buck turned his head to look behind him and shook as best he could in a mixture of wild anticipation and trepidation.

They were all there. The possum from earlier, plus the cheetah and the other deer. They were all smiling broadly, and all had their respective cocks in paws ready to use his hole.

"Esteban, you're gonna go first because you have the smallest dick right? Don't want to be throwing a hot-dog down a hallway later." the musclecat cheetah teased in a way so laissez-faire that it had to be a common practice to make fun of each other on the yard.

"Big enough for your mamá, you juiced-up, shriveled-sac pendejo." retorted the possum as he pressed the tip of his erection up under Darren's tail, smearing his spade tail with sticky precum. "Time to give you your steel pipe, ciervito mío." he purred, spitting into his palm and sliding it over his dick before as he pressed the blunt head of his member inside of the little virgin's hole, grunting as the slippery organ still required a good bit of effort to make it past the ring of the deer's hole. With a united moan between deer and possum the tight muscle was suddenly breached, and all five inches of the marsupial's dick was slammed up the cervine's back passage.

"Fffffuck!" Darren winced as he felt himself getting spread further than he'd ever done to himself. The marsupial's cock wasn't truly impressive by any measure, but to the virgin buck it may as well have been a good foot longer. Remembering vaguely to relax, he tried to ease himself as best he could to accommodate the shiny pink prick invading his insides. He started to pant and take short breaths, knowing that if he worked through the pain that it would start to feel good. Allegedly. His whole body ached from standing firm this whole time, and he knew that he was going to be quite stretched out by the time they were all done.

The buck rocked his hips against the possum's privates, hearing the smaller male groan in delight as his hot snug tunnel wrapped itself around the first dick he'd ever taken. Surprisingly, the possum was oddly considerate given the circumstances and didn't move for a few intense moments to allow Darren's body to get used to having a penis inside of it.

"Name's Esteban, by the way" the possum whispered, low and seductive, into the teen buck's ear "I ain't seen a cute boy like you for a long time". Esteban licked gently across Darren's neck, sending shivers up the deer's spine in pleasure and anticipation. He felt a cool, hard object pressing lightly into his neck amidst the moisture of the other male's tongue: apparently Esteban didn't only have piercings in his ears. Would they all be as caring as this one? Part of him certainly hoped so, but then again...

"Ah!" the deer gasped, having his fantasies interrupted by the possum's penis withdrawing all the way out of his body before slamming fully inside of him in one thrust. Esteban entered into his rhythm, which consisted of shallow and rapid thrusts into his cervine ass. Darren was too busy enjoying himself that he'd not noticed how quickly the pain his rear had ended, only to be replaced by a good deal of pleasure. Esteban's cock wasn't the biggest, even his own cervine member was larger by a good couple of inches, but it was almost as if he was just the right size to consistently tap his prostate with each blurred gyration of his skinny hips. Silence befell them for a while, the possum pistoned in and out even faster as he felt a deep need churning in his balls. It was almost as if the other four males weren't even in the background, eagerly stroking themselves to the performance while awaiting their own turn.

"Gonna...gonna cum in ya, cariño" the marsupial huffed, bucking his hips more with lustful abandon before locking himself against Darren's back. Darren could feel Esteban's needy dick pulse and throb erratically inside his ass, his tight hot walls involuntarily clamping around as the splatter of possum cum coated his back passage. He'd done it, taken his first ever load. Darren's dick, already oozing with pent-up fluids of his own, gave an aching waver at the thought of having part of another man up inside of him. He could almost imagine making this a regular thing, and lamented the invading coolness of the morning air on his deflowered hole when Esteban slipped his semi-turgid member from his body. The possum was spent, and gave the deer boy a halfhearted slap across his ass which caused the cervine to stifle a moan by biting on his bottom lip.

"He's all yours, ese" was all he could hear before a new male walked up behind him. No, he realized, not walked. Trotted. Clopped. Darren recognized the hoofbeats instantly as one of his own species. The younger cervine barely had time to prepare himself for what would surely be a bigger cock when he was roughly gripped by the hips and hilted in a single plunge deep inside inside his already-sore tailhole.

The older, gruffer buck didn't speak at all. He just grabbed Darren and mounted him with all eight inches of his tapered cervine member. Despite standing up (indeed, the suspended bar above him and the cracking stone beneath him left him zero other options) the teen deer felt as if he was being rutted almost doggystyle, such was the difference in height between the two cervines. He could feel hooved fingers digging harshly into his sides, as if it wasn't abundantly clear that the old buck saw him as nothing more than a tool to get his rock off. He had apparently enjoyed himself earlier, as he mated Darren's asshole with long, deep-penetrating pushes into his bowels his broad legs were already shaking with the anticipation of release. Darren felt more pleasure, honestly, from being stretched out by Esteban, but this grumpy, dour buck was definitely reaching into spaces he never knew he had inside of him. He only wished that at least one of the men had the courtesy to give him the kindness of a reach-around; his young rosé dick maintaining its diamond-hard erection. The stretching of his anal walls and constant stimulation of his prostate was almost making him made with desire, and he was only about halfway done with being railed by all these construction workers.

As silently as the older deer began he ended, depositing a fresh milky load right up deep inside of Darren's body. He withdrew slowly as he came to soak his entire tunnel with his spunk, even shooting a single rope of hot spunk over his reddened hole once he'd withdrawn fully from that young buck. The old cervine zipped up his pants and left, not wanting to stick around any longer than was necessary for him to bust a nut under that twink's tail.

Darren shook with unattended lust: his balls were desperate for their own release quite a while ago, yet while his body trembled from a combination of enervation and carnality other males were getting to cum in him whenever they wanted. It was a strange mix of jealously and excitement that assailed the deer. He flexed his penis actively, trying to feebly make himself cum without a single paw on himself but all he managed to accomplish was the increased spread of his precum leaking onto the freshly-dried concrete.

"Woo, my turn!" came an unexpectedly-high voice as the third male placed himself into position beneath the deer boy's tail. Whereas the other two males were at least somewhat comfortable to press back against, this time Darren was met with what felt like a slab as hard as the one that bound his hooves. "Yeah, you like that bitch!?" the boisterous cheetah hollered as he gave a slap across the deer's hip, missing his ass completely. If Darren wasn't so horny right now he'd have yawned. It was one thing to be athletic, of course, but another to showboat. His body rocked against the cheetah's sculpted abs and quads, feeling an oddly vapid feeling around his tailhole. It was then that he realized the cheetah had yet to enter him.

"...you OK?" the deer inquired, barely able to muster more than a quiet concern to the feline.

"I'm fine, dude! Almost there..." the spotty cat replied, hoping that the buck couldn't see him jacking off furiously in an effort to revive his less-than-impressive equipment. In truth he was about as large downstairs as Esteban, but he was much bigger and when a guy takes shortcuts to maximize himself he makes certain trade-offs that can be quite undesirable.

An awkward silence passed. Darren was essentially shackled and ready for a third breeding, the viscous mixture of possum and deer cum slowly trickling out of his freshly-stretched hole while the chiseled cheetah's paw went at his meager cock desperately. Someone coughed. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the deer felt something enter his loosened hole, although by this time it was certainly easy to take the cat's phallus.

"Yeah, yeah! Who's the man? I'm the man!" the cat roared as he technically contributed to the collective sexual sludge built up in and around the deer's tailhole. Darren had yet to cum at all, yet felt an extra wave of disappointment at not being properly screwed by the feline. He got another crap slap from the cheetah before the cat left, probably to go brag about his latest conquest or something.

Darren squirmed in his restraints, knowing what was to come. Before any contact was made, he felt the aura of unwashed pits and pubic fur encase his body as a shadow cast over his smaller, slimmer body. This was familiar, as was the fat finger that had slipped easily between his buttocks and up inside of him, curling back to scoop out a glob of seminal solution.

"You seem to 'ave enjoyed yourself thus far, 'aven't you?" Phil asked, gripping his massive 10 inches of red hot wolf meat in his paw and slathering the previous males cum over his own member to further lubricate himself for entering the cute deer. Darren could only pant in response. "Ready for the big, bad wolf?" growled the lupine, his hot breath smelling of fresh cheap beer, presumably drinking on the job was a common occurrence here. Darren could only nod weakly in response.

"Y...yes Sir..." was all he could say, hoping that the daddy wolf's fat prick would finally send him over the edge into his own release.

The black wolf chuckled "No you're not. I'm gonna wreck this ass." he promised, piercing the buck's entrance with the tip of his red rocket. Darren bit his lip and winced; even the tip felt massive. He let out a gasp in ecstatic pain as he felt himself being speared open wider than he'd been all morning. The wolf was slow in his entrance, thankfully, but steady and didn't let up at all. Slowly, his tailhole stretched wider and wider around the canid cock, the redness of the penetrating member matching that of his sore hole. Darren felt as though his organs were having to relocate just to take this girthy malehood. Finally, eventually, the wolf stopped adding more inches of dick into the deer and rested there. He was already close, and wanting to enjoy stretching out this slutty twink for as long as possible. "You like that, boy? You like this big, bad wolf filling you better than any male ever could?" he teased, nudging his dick slightly to tease the second sphincter hidden deep inside the deer.

All Darren could do was pant and nod weakly, the dominance from the large lupine from his meaty tumescence to his overpowering dirty manly stench was overriding his brain. He wanted nothing more right now than to be pumped full of this stocky, musky male's pups. "Ah, yes Sir...I'm glad I can finally take all of you..." he breathed, pushing his hips back as best he could and squeezing his tailhole around the base of the wolf's dick.

Phil let out a short laugh, and placed a thick heavy paw on the cervine's shoulder to ready himself for a good pounding. "Kid, you 'aven't taken all of me at all. That..." he said, pushing the hard, rounded lump forward to illustrate his point "...is my knot. A knot that you will take while I pump you full of my seed." he growled lewdly as he slid himself halfway out of the deer's ass, his hot ring snugly enveloping the wolf dick in the heat of his flesh. "Good boy..." he said as he slid himself forcefully to the hilt again, causing a fresh jet of precum to spurt from the buck's dick. All he needed was a paw, just a quick stroke and he'd get to cum at last.

His imaginary paw never came. What did come was a plundering assault on his ass as the wolf held onto the deer's ass, spread his wide legs and slammed home perfectly each time. Phil's hefty, sweaty sac slapped against the deer's ovoid nuts as he sank his giant, 10 inch cock into the slutty deer. Each push of his hips sank the warm wold dick deeper and harder into the cervine, who was still extremely tight and pleasurable for the wolf due to his immense thickness. Darren closed his eyes and lost himself in the scent and pleasures of sex, and could only be grateful that Phil had volunteered to go last or he doubted he'd ever walk again. He still might not, he realized, as the wolf's anal jackhammering started to create a new kind of pressure against his asshole: with each movement the thick wolf attempted to breach his hole with that knot. It must have been the size of a baseball, and Darren was almost afraid of it tearing him open. He wanted his bad, but needed something to take his mind off of the fear of being permanently damaged back there.

At that moment, he felt something warm and wet on the tip of his cock. Warm, cold and then warm again. Opening his lidded eyes and looking down, he saw he familiar small face of Esteban. Kneeling in front of him, the possum winked and flicked his tongue tip over the underside of his rigid penis, the tongue-stud providing a new and exciting sensation to his over-sensitive member.

"You didn't think I'd forget about you, eh? I told you, you're my ciervito" he said before closing his eyes and practically inhaling the entirely of Darren's cock while his ass was straining against the fat knot of the burly wolf behind him. Phil only huffed and grunted as his orgasm approached.

"Esteban, you're such a gent. One of use 'as to be, I suppose...and it's not me!" he exclaimed as he violently slammed his hips against the buck's pert rear. Darren almost didn't notice the knot,for a moment. A moment passed, and his ass held tightly onto the pulsating bulb as Phil howled and dumped a thick, weighty load of lupine spunk inside of Darren's hole. The buck had felt cum in him earlier today, but this felt as if his entire lower body had just been flooded with warm and sticky cum. This sensation of being bred for a forth time today, and stretched around the wolf bulging base combined with the tight, hot and wet suction of Esteban's mouth made it finally happen for Darren. His cock decisively spasmed and twitched, his cervine balls pumping all they had into the back of the possum's practiced throat. Darren groaned loudly, his orgasm flexing his asshole around Phil's knot as he, at long last, spent himself attempting to breed with Esteban's face.

A period of relative quiet followed, all males getting their breath back after the intense session. Phil patted Darren's back, and explained that they'd be here for a bit. Soon enough, the wolf's knot deflated enough to be removed. He popped the bulbous cock out of the buck's ass, and whistled appreciatively at the sight. What was once a tight, virgin butthole was now gaping a good inch across. Semen ran freely out of the buck who'd been bred like a prized bitch, the rapid-cooling seed clinging to his balls and trickling slowly down his inner thighs like a white river. He absolutely reeked of sex, sweat and the grimy cocktail of alcohol and armpit funk; the fur between his cheeks matted and slimy from the cum and wet pheromones of the wolf. Darren's strength finally gave out and his knees buckled, the zip-ties above his head the only thing that prevented him from collapsing entirely. Esteban grabbed the deer in his small, yet strong arms and lifted him up. When Phil finally left to get a drill, and he could be sure they were alone, he startled Darren with a petite lick on his large, brown nose.

"I think...maybe we can do this again sometime, ciervito? Just the two of us. What do you think?" asked the possum.

Darren could hardly believe his ears. "Are you...really asking me out right now?" he said, more out of incredulity than and dislike for the marsupial.

Esteban just shrugged, wiping a paw across his muzzle and licking up the trace of deer semen that remained over his lips. "Well, we've already had sex once. Should be pretty easy to pick up from here, don't you think?" he chuckled. "Besides..." he grinned as he turned to give Phil some distance with the drill "...aren't you curious to know what else is pierced?"

Darren thought about this, with the residual mental capacity he had right now. "...maybe..." he said under his breath, watching Phil return with the pneumatic tool.

The rest of the morning passed uneventfully. Darren was able to sneak home and shower since his parents were both at work, and then returned to the yard where he was properly trained. Filled with unsurpassed energy, he quickly learned his new trade and how to measure, cut and fill correctly. His co-workers seemed to like him, even the moody old buck seemed to not mind his company. Something about having been used as a public hole must have had positive effects on everyone's disposition. At the end of his day, Darren went to hang up his hardhat for the day when he noticed a slip of paper skewered on the hook. Writing in conventional black pen, was a simple note relaying ten digits and a short message:

"Call me, ciervito mío x". The note was signed with a single E.

The buck smiled to himself; Esteban must have left early. It had been a very exhausting day, but he'd never felt so excited in his life. Usually he had to pretend to like those that came up to him, but this time...this time was different.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. With a smirk to himself and a shake of his head, he dialed the digits into his phone...