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Robin Hood:

Sheriff's Playtime

Robin sat alone in his prison cell, stripped of all his clothes save for the ripped and torn loincloth around his waist which did a sad job of trying to cover up the fox's shame. His left leg had been chained to a large steel ball nearby, the chain being just long enough for Robin to pace up and down most of his cell, not that he felt much like pacing these days. After his capture several days ago he'd slowly started to give up hope of escaping, though deep down he still believed that Little John and the rest of the merry men would come to save him, or maybe the Sheriff would slip up on security and give him a chance to escape himself.

He looked out of the cell window and could see the sun lowering. Another day spent in this hole... His ears twitched when he heard footsteps approaching; heavy ones accompanied by the sound of jangling keys. The Sheriff, no doubt... Robin looked up and glared at the door to his cell. The view out of the little barred window at the top soon became obscured by some big, hulking form. More jangling sounds and the clicking of the door's lock opening followed. It was then swung open to reveal, who else, but the Sheriff of Nottingham, blocking the entire doorway with his thick, fat frame.

"Mighty fine evenin' to ya, Robin!" he laughed, stepping in with a huge grin on his face, "How's my favourite li'l outlaw doin'?" Robin just glared up at him and spat at his feet. The Sheriff gave an amused chuckle, "Still bitter, eh? Well that's just fine by me." he shrugged and it was then that Robin noticed a few more figures standing behind the wolf; three rhino guards and a fifth figure standing right behind the Sheriff which Robin couldn't quite make out from this position.

The Sheriff kept talking, "So, I gots a new friend for you to play with. Well, I guess it's not a 'new' friend per se..." he moved aside to reveal who he'd brought along with him. Robin grimaced, shooting the wolf a furious look and then turning a concerned eye to his collared companion.

"Little John...!" he gasped. The big bear was stripped down the same way Robin had been; clothes removed with his ill-fitting loincloth being the only thing that covered him. He had a collar around his neck; a big steel collar attached to a metal chain being held by one of the Sheriff's rhinos. John looked down at the vulpine. He'd be happy to see him again if it weren't for the circumstances.

"I'm... glad you're okay, Rob'." said the bear.

"As okay as I can be, I suppose..." said Robin.

"Heh, awr, ain't it cute seeing the two boyfriends reunited again?" the Sheriff laughed, "Aw, don't give me those looks! What else are you two goin' to be doin' out there in yer Sherwood Forest all by yourselves?" the rhinos nearby chuckled mockingly and nudged each other with their elbows, winking slyly.

"Speaking of which, there was a reason we brought Li'l John here to see ya." the Sheriff's grin widened. Robin didn't like it; there was something cruel and mischievous behind that grin, "And it wasn't to gloat either. Well, not just to gloat anyway... See, I got this idea in my head just the other night. I was jerkin' off in my bed and I started thinkin' about the two of you. I just imagined ya, hidin' away in yer forest together, all naked and makin' out..." Robin grimaced at that. He'd been the focus of the Sheriff's fantasies? He wasn't sure he liked the thought of that. The idea of the Sheriff of all people imagining him like that... It made him shudder. The Sheriff kept talking, "...and so I had this idea... I want to see you two goin' at it." both Robin and John gave him an odd look.

"What... do you mean...?" Robin eventually asked. The Sheriff raised a sly eyebrow at the fox and stepped back, standing next to John and then bringing a hand down hard on the chubby bear's fat ass. John gasped and shot him a glare.

The Sheriff pushed on his rump, making him step forward slightly,

"I always figured you two'd make a mighty fine couple!" the Sheriff chuckled, "So... how 'bout you two give me and my boys here a show?"

"A... A show...?!" Robin asked in a shocked tone. He knew exactly was the Sheriff meant, but he didn't want to believe that even he would be capable of something so heinous, "You... You're not going to make us...?"

"Heh... I want to see you two lovebirds fuck." He placed heavy emphasis on the last word and his guards all chuckled as he said it. Robin stared hatefully into the wolf's eyes.

"Bastard... We're not your... your private whores!"

"No, fox, that's exactly what ye are!" The Sheriff scowled at him, "Yer our private li'l whores! Now hurry it on up and start with the ol' kissy-kissy stuff!" He gestured to one of his guards, "Get the outlaw into position."

The rhino nodded and stepped forward. Robin tried to retreat a bit but the guard quickly got a hold of his arm and yanked him to his feet before throwing him onto John's big, furry body, the bear letting out a sudden "Oomph!" as the fox collided with him. The Sheriff and his guards all crowded around to get a better view of the two of them. A couple of the rhinos were shuffling about uncomfortably and attempting in vain to rub themselves through their armour. They were already getting flustered...

"Make out." the Sheriff ordered. Robin and John looked up at each other and, when it came clear that they had no intention of obeying, the Sheriff spoke again, "Do as yer told or ye ain't gettin' fed for a week!" John and Robin looked at each other.

"What should we do, Rob'...?" the bear asked.

"I-"

"You do what I goshdarn tell ya to do!" the Sheriff barked, "Now start makin' out! Y'all got five seconds!"

The two looked at each other again.

"What choice do we have?" Robin sighed. They both leaned towards each other, mouths opening as they drew close to the watching wolf's delight. Robin could feel his bigger companion's warm breath blowing over his muzzle, their lips now inches away from each other. They opened up and did as the Sheriff wanted: they kissed. Their lips smacked together, slowly at first, until the Sheriff coaxed them on.

"Ah, put some effort into it, ya li'l cocksuckers! Kiss like ya mean it!"

The kiss was broken for a moment and both fox and bear gave each other another unsure look. As uncertain as they were however they still had little choice but to obey. Reluctantly they began kissing again, their tongues now being pushed inside each other. John placed his arms around Robin and pulled him close, their nearly naked bodies pressing and rubbing against each other.

"Mm, that's it..." the Sheriff growled softly, his voice dripping with filthy, perverted lust. He then addressed his guards, "Show's started, boys! Why don't we all get a bit comfortable?" he started to strip down and the rest of the guards eagerly followed his lead. Robin and John could hear their armour clanking loudly nearby as they were clumsily pulled off of their muscle-gut equipped bodies. Soon enough, the Sheriff and his guards were completely naked.

They were all in various stages of hardness. A couple of the rhinos were already full erect and they wasted no time in stroking their fat, uncut lengths while the others were still just at half mast, but were growing quickly. The Sheriff's canine cock was swiftly growing from his sheath; it was already an impressive size. Long and thick, the Sheriff's length continued to harden as he touched himself, growling pervertedly to himself as he watched his two foes making out in front of him.

Still hardening, the Sheriff drew closer and looked up and down their bodies. Robin's small, slender form and John's bigger, fatter figure. He licked his lips and suddenly placed his hand on Robin's behind, making the vulpine squeak around John's lips as he gave it a good, hard squeeze. The rhinos followed the Sheriff's lead, one of them going over to grope at Robin's other ass cheek while the other three went to have their fun with John's body.

The two of them were forced to keep kissing while they were groped and manhandled. John soon felt the roaming hands of the horny rhinos stroking his body, grabbing at his ass and squeezing his buns. He could feel one of them running their hand through the thick, brown fur of his fat belly. The rhino rubbed it playfully, his cock twitching as he gazed at the big, bulky bear.

The rhino gazed at the two captives, his hand slowly moving down John's body.

"Mm, keep kissin'." the guard said in a low, growling voice, "Mm, yeah, just like that... That's real hot..." John could only groan around Robin's lips as they kept kissing, tongues rubbing up against each other while the Sheriff and his rhinos mocked them.

"Don't they make a cute couple?" the Sheriff laughed, "Couple o' li'l cocksuckers smackin' lips like they were made fer each other... Heh..." he placed a hand on the back of Robin's head and pushed him forward, shoving his face against John's, "Go on, get yer tongue in there real deep, cock lover!" Robin moaned and couldn't help but give out a loud whimper in protest. He struggled a bit, but quickly gave in and let himself be pushed around like this. He pushed his tongue in deeper, the fox and bear whimpering loudly as their captor's forced them to continue.

The rhino who'd been stroking at Little John's belly kept reaching down until his hand found its way past the bear's thick pubic fur and was now toying with John's loincloth. He pressed his fingers against it, fondling the bear's maleness through the thin layer of cloth.

"Heh, let's see what the big bear's packin'!" the rhino laughed and tore the cloth from John's body.

"Mmm!" John gave a shocked gasp and was about to break the kiss to protest when the Sheriff shot him a harsh warning glare. The kiss continued.

Little John was equipped with a fat and low-hanging uncut cock, much like the guards were. The rhino reached down and took the furry bear shaft in his hand which got another groan from John whose body shivered at the tough.

"Hehe..." the rhino chuckled, looking down and playing with John's tool, stroking and tugging it and pulling the foreskin back to reveal the throbbing pink meat, "Mmm, big boy... Is your name supposed to be, uh, i-irun- iron..."

"Ironic. Dumbass." the Sheriff scoffed.

"Yeah. Your name supposed to be ironic or sumffin?" Little John just groaned in reply.

"Get him hard!" another one of the guards said.

"Yeah! He's gotta be all horny kissing his little boyfriend, right?" another laughed. The Sheriff watched on with a wide, approving grin on his face, a hand still squeezing and groping at Robin's petite, fluffy ass.

The rhino stroked at John's big, fat cock. His hand worked steadily up and down the thick, furry thing, gripping it firmly and tugging at it swiftly. John let out whimpering moans, his eyes closing as the unwanted pleasure coursed through his nethers and made his bear cock twitch.

"Come on, get it hard, you bitch!" the rhino grunted impatiently, his stroking becoming faster.

"Mm! Mmrpph!" John moaned loudly and his legs began to shake. His hips started bucking involuntarily into the rhino's grip and he soon felt his body betraying him.

"There we go..." the rhino smirked, "Yeeeah, get it nice 'n' 'ard for us..." Little John tried his hardest to control himself, to stop himself growing hard, but his efforts were all in vain. The rhino kept jerking him off and rubbing at his growing bear cock while the other two kept groping at his ass and body. One of them reached over and grabbed a handful of John's man boob, squeezing it mockingly.

"Heh, look at this fuckin' fatty!" the rhino laughed, his fingers digging painfully into the chubby bear's body and then going to pinch at his sensitive nipple, hardened from the cold dungeon air. John groaned in pain and was finally unable to keep the kiss going, breaking away from Robin and crying out.

"S-stop!" he gasped, "Let go of me!" he began to struggle but a quick warning from the Sheriff swiftly put a stop to that.

"Ah, ah! I'd knock that off if'n I were you." the wolf looked into John's eyes, a smug look on his face, "You do wanna be fed while you're in our care here, don't you?"

"B...But..."

"Hey, if you don't wanna play along then that's your problem!" the Sheriff chuckled with a shrug, "Guess I'll go ahead and eat your share of the food myself!" John grimaced and looked away from him, a disgusted and angry look passing over his face.

"F...Fine..." he practically spat the word.

"Now that's a good boy." the Sheriff gave another chuckle and nodded to his guards, "As you were, boys, as you were." the rhinos all continued groping their captives. Robin and Little John felt their bodies being grabbed and squeezed by the rough-skinned hands of the rhinos.

John's cock continued to harden despite his efforts to stop it. It grew harder and harder in the rhino's hand, the big, fat rod soon growing to its full seven inch hardness.

"Whew! Hey, Sheriff, get a loada 'Big' John here!" the rhino said, grinning down at the big, throbbing dick between John's legs. The Sheriff looked over and gave his own whistle of appreciation.

"Not bad, not bad!" he smirked, "Good, fat cock right there!" Little John was blushing furiously. His and Robin's eyes met for a second before John looked away. He was too embarrassed to look at him. The Sheriff turned his attention to Robin and gave the fox's ass a hard slap, eliciting a sharp yip from him, "I wonder how your little fox buddy matches up..." his hand quickly snapped to Robin's crotch. Robin gasped, his hips bucking into the wolf's grip instinctively. The Sheriff gave a wide, toothy grin as he looked down at the vulpine, his palm grinding against Robin's crotch.

"You won't be needin' this..." said the Sheriff, tearing the loincloth from Robin's body the same way John's had been torn from him, "Mmm, that's better..." Robin was equipped with a furry vulpine sheath, two sizeable fuzzy orbs dangling below them. Unlike John's still hard cock Robin's showed no signs of hardening... But the Sheriff could fix that.

"'e's not 'ard." one of the rhinos noted, "Awr, what, you didn't have fun makin' out with yer boyfriend 'ere?"

"Heh, well, maybe he should be kissin' somethin' else..." the Sheriff grinned. He leaned in close, bringing his muzzle close to Robin's ear, his warm breath making the fox shiver, "Get on yer knees, ya little cocksucker."

"W-what? N...No..." Robin gulped. He knew exactly what he wanted.

"Tch... Why d'you good guys gotta be so goshdarn awkward all the time?" the Sheriff scoffed, shrugged and then kicked out Robin's leg from under him. Robin gasped and was sent tumbling to his knees where the Sheriff quickly took up position behind him, grabbed him by the shoulders and held him there, his vulpine muzzle level with Little John's pulsing cock.

"Hey, what d'you think you're doing?!" John made a move but a quick order from the Sheriff had one of his guards grabbing the bear's arms and holding them firmly behind his back. John could feel the naked body of the rhino pushing into his back; he could feel the strong muscle-gut pressing against him and, what's more, the rhino's erect cock twitching against the small of his back. Robin felt the Sheriff's hand on the back of his head, pushing him forward towards John's crotch. Robin whimpered and struggled but soon found his face shoved into his friend's jump, his view obscured by bear cock and pubic fur.

"Suck him off!" the Sheriff ordered, "Do it, ya little fox slut!" he kept pushing Robin's face against John's cock, "Open yer mouth already! Come on, get that dick inside ya!" Robin kept his mouth snapped shut until the threats came again, "Well, I guess it's extra rations for me 'n' the boys for a while..." Robin cursed silently to himself, his struggling slowing to a stop. He groaned and slowly opened his mouth. John looked down at him and cursed himself for staying hard through all this...

"Rob'... Nghh!" John gasped and shivered when he felt his cock being enveloped by the warmth and wetness of Robin's maw. The fox took him inch by inch while the Sheriff kept pushing him down on the twitching cock.

"Mmm, good boy." the Sheriff growled, "Suck on yer buddy's fat cock. It's all you fox sluts are good for, suckin' dick." with one hand on the back of Robin's head the Sheriff reached down and started playing with himself, his hand working up and down his thick lupine cock as he watched Robin take John's cock deeper and deeper.

John's musky scent washed over the fox. It assaulted his nostrils and made his head spin. The taste of cock flooded his mouth, as musky as John's scent and soon being mixed in with the salty taste of pre which started oozing from the bear's tip and onto his tongue.

"Mmm..." Robin gave a whimpering moan and swallowed the stuff as his tongue started licking around the head, making John moan out loudly.

"Bet this ain't the first time you've sucked ol' John's dick, huh?" the Sheriff smirked, "How's it taste, slut? Taste good, don't it?" with more than half of John's cock shoved down Robin's throat the Sheriff started moving him up and down it, forcing Robin to bob his head on John's length.

"R...Rob'..." John grunted. He couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips forward into Robin's face, his cock pouring pre-cum into his friend's mouth, "I'm... sorry, Rob'... I c-can't help it...!"

"Heh, fuck the li'l sluts face!" the Sheriff gave a mocking laugh, "His mouth feel's real good, don't it? Shove your whole dick in there!" John tried to resist the urge to just slam his cock down Robin's throat, but he couldn't stop himself. He started humping into the fox's helpless mouth, thrusting forward and burying his entire cock down his throat, making Robin gag and choke on his manhood.

The guards laughed and egged the bear on.

"Yeah, fuck his face!"

"Fuck him good!"

"Do the little slut!" John was blushing furiously. He felt so ashamed and humiliated, moreso when he felt his heavy bear nuts start tensing up... He was close. He was going to cum down his best friend's throat...

"D-don't make me..." John whimpered.

"Don't make you what?" the Sheriff asked, looking up into John's eyes.

"Don't make me..." John hesitated and gulped, "...inside of him..."

"Aw, what, ya don't want to finish in him? But I'm sure he'd love a mouthful of yer spunk, ain't that right, Robin?" the Sheriff gave a loud, raucous laugh that echoed around the cell. He didn't let them stop. He forced Robin to suck on Little John's cock, watching closely as the fat dick was worked in and out of the fox's muzzle. John clenched his teeth and grunted. He was so close, he couldn't hold back.

"R...Rob'... I'm... sorry... D-dammit!" he thrust forward, his whole body going tense and his cock pulsating in Robin's maw. Robin could feel it twitching hard against his tongue, his nose being pushed into John's musky pubic fur as the bear came inside of him and blew his warm load inside him. Robin gave out loud, muffled moans as he was flooded with the stuff. John's seed was fired down the fox's throat; he couldn't stop himself, he could only stand there with his twitching cock jammed down his friend's throat as he emptied the contents of his heavy bear nuts inside of him.

"Swallow it all down!" the Sheriff ordered, pressing Robin's head against John's crotch, making sure he couldn't pull back as he was filled up. Eventually the wolf saw John's thrusting start to slow and his grip on Robin's head loosened. He finally let Robin pull the dripping cock from his mouth. Spluttering and coughing, Robin pulled away, his chin quickly becoming covered with jizz as the stuff dripped from his gasping mouth.

"So, how'd you enjoy it?" the Sheriff said mockingly. Robin spat some of John's cum to the cold stone floor and glared at the wolf.

"F...Fuck you..." Robin hissed.

"My, my! That's some language comin' from such a soft spoken outlaw such as yerself!" the Sheriff's mocking continued, "Besides, don't try do deny you loved every second you were suckin' his dick. Why, just look at that little pecker of yers!" he nodded to Robin's crotch. Robin himself hadn't even noticed, overwhelmed by the moment as he was, but while he'd been sucking John's cock his own dick had grown to full mast. Robin blushed furiously.

The Sheriff and his guards all laughed. They pointed and jeered at the humiliated vulpine who could only sit there with his cock pointing up in the air and twitching defiantly at Robin.

"Cocksucker's got a li'l stiffy!" one of the guards laughed.

"What a fuckin' slut!"

"I bet he wants it up the arse next!"

The Sheriff perked up at that.

"Up the ass, eh?" he chuckled.

"N-no..." Robin gulped. He didn't like the tone in the Sheriff's voice... That dark, mischievous tone...

"Get into position." the Sheriff said simply, looking directly at Robin.

Robin shook his head and repeated himself, "No..."

"Alrighty then, no rations for-"

"Stop." Robin said with a loud, defeated groan.

"'Rob'..." John spoke up. He was starting to wonder if they should just take the punishment. A week without food... it wouldn't be that bad... right?

"Let's just go along with it." Robin sighed, "I... I think I can ta..." he stopped and corrected himself, "I can take it."

With that, the fox shifted his position and nervously got down on all fours, slowly and reluctantly raising his tail and presenting his tight hole to his friend. John looked at the Sheriff, eyes begging for mercy.

"Stick it in." the wolf ordered, "All of it. I want to see every inch of that big dick shoved in there." John scowled and looked down at the little fox ass presented to him.

He knelt down, positioning the tip of his rod at Robin's entrance. Their captors gathered around to watch, stroking themselves off and occasionally giving out the odd jab or insult.

"G...Get ready for it, Rob'." John sighed.

"Just put it in... I'll be okay." Robin said, hiding the nervous look on his face. A moment later and he felt his companion's cock head, wet and dripping with cum, press against his hole. He braced himself and then gasped loudly when he felt it slip inside of him, stretching his ass wide around his girth. John tried to take it slow. He tried to carefully inch his way inside the fox's hole, his hands going down to hold Robin's behind as he pushed forward.

He let out a soft, quivering breath. Robin's hole felt so warm and tight around his cock. He kept pushing in, his round ears twitching a bit when he heard his friend whimpering and groaning, pain shooting through his ass. Little John was already going slow to make it as easy as possible for Robin to take, but upon hearing those whimpers he slowed even further. He was so preoccupied with going easy on him that he didn't even notice the Sheriff sneaking up behind him, looking at his guards and raising a finger to his lips as he drew close.

Suddenly, he grabbed Little John by the hips and pushed him forward. John gave a loud cry of surprise, but that was nothing compared to the harsh scream of pain Robin let out when he felt every inch of John's huge cock being slammed deep into his tight fox ass.

"ARRRGHHH!!" Robin screamed, agony surging through his nethers and his eyes starting to tear up.

"Come on, yer too slow!" the Sheriff laughed, "Get it right in there! Fuck him hard! C'mon, you know how! In, out; in, out!" Still grabbing John's hips the Sheriff started moving him back and forth, forcing John to plough Robin's ass hard and deep. Robin kept moaning in pain, his fingers scraping at the stone floor and his body clenching in protest around John's shaft.

"Ahh! O-oww! Too... Too much!" he yelled. He felt every inch of John's dick being slammed in and out of him, stretching his entrance painfully around his the ursine's big, fat cock.

"S-stop!" John begged, "St- nghh!" his voice deteriorated into shaking, breathy moans. Robin's ass gripped him so tight... It felt so good, amazing even. The Sheriff pushed him forward, forcing John's cock into Robin's ass up to the hilt. He then leaned forward and whispered into the fat male's ear.

"Y'all better fuck him good 'n' hard or we're gonna have problems." he gave a wink and then let go of John's hips, stepping back to watch with a hand on his cock. Little John cursed silently and started working forward and back.

"Harder." the Sheriff said, "Like you fuckin' mean it." John gave a defeated sigh and picked up the pace, his hips slapping loudly against Robin's little fox ass.

"Rob'... J-just try to focus on something else, okay?"

"Quit yappin'!" the Sheriff growled, "Unless you're tellin' him how much of a dirty li'l cock sleeve the bitch is I don't wanna hear a word from ya!" John scowled but remained silent. He fucked Robin's ass deep and hard, just as the wolf ordered him to. His heavy balls shook to and fro and sweat started to drip from his brow. He grunted and found himself biting his lower lip, toes curling and body tensing as he fucked harder and harder.

"John...!" Robin moaned, "Ohh! I...It hurts..." his ears lay flat against his head and his eyes were shut tight. He could feel that throbbing length pistoning in and out of his hole, filling him with thick loads of pre-cum which did very little to lube up his passage.

"Big boy, ain't he?" the Sheriff chuckled, "Why don't you tell him how big he is?"

"Y...You're big...!" Robin moaned out pathetically, "You're... so big... J-John...!" John's cock gave a hard throb as the words filled his ears. The Sheriff noted the pleasured look passing over the bear's face and smirked wide.

"I think he liked hearin' that." he said, "How 'bout you beg for his cock some, eh? Tell him how bad you want him. Go on, ya little fox slut!"

Robin whimpered, humiliated tears matting the fur of his cheeks. He hesitated for a moment but soon gave in and yelled out loudly.

"F-fuck me, John! I... I want your cock in my ass!"

"Rob'..." John gasped, his body tensing. The sound of his friend and leader begging for his cock... It made him feel so damn hot. His length throbbed and pulsed inside the vulpine hole and he couldn't stop himself from breeding him even harder. At that point Robin felt something splattering across his body. One of the rhino guards was cumming; his hand was working furiously up and down his thick length and he thrust his hips out as he reached climax and erupted all over Robin's body, some of it shooting across the slut's face, matting his fur in the white, sticky stuff.

Robin kept moaning, "Fuck me harder, John, please! I need you!!" the sound of Robin begging like this was enough to push John over the edge. He gripped the fox's fluffy ass hard and rammed deep inside him, eliciting more pained moans from Robin as he erupted into his hole. He blew load after load of his hot cum deep into Robin's body. Their captors all laughed and cheered mockingly, watching the look of ecstasy spreading across John's face as he flooded his best friend's bowels with his load and emptied his nuts inside of him.

John's fucking slowed to a crawl and, eventually, a stop. He stayed inside Robin, panting for breath for a few moments before slowly slipping his leaking dick out of the fox's ass. The Sheriff gave a hearty guffaw and approached the bear, slapping him on the shoulder hard and looking down at the mess of a fox ass, the fox himself now lying on the floor and leaking huge amounts of cum.

"You did a good job on the li'l slut." the Sheriff chuckled, "Yeah, a real fine job. But you and your boy there ain't done yet..."

"W...What do you want from us now...?" John said, staring angrily into the Sheriff's eyes.

"Well, you see, me 'n' the boys... well, most of us anyway, we still ain't cum yet..."

"Wha... No, you can't-"

"You, hold the fox down fer me." the Sheriff pushed John away and nodded at one of his guards, "On his back. I want to see his face when I fuck 'im." the rhino jumped to attention and went to do as he was ordered. He flipped Robin onto his back and grabbed him by the wrists, holding his arms above his head while the Sheriff knelt down between the vulpine's legs.

"No!" John yelled and stepped forward only to be grabbed by two of the guards, each grabbing onto an arm and pulling him back.

The Sheriff looked over his shoulder and addressed the three of them, "You boys have fun with the big ol' bear there. Do what you want with him." the rhinos were happy to do so.

Before John had a chance to react the rhinos had tackled him to the floor, forcing him onto his back. One of them quickly jumped onto him, cock throbbing hard.

"Let's 'ave a go at this fat arse of yers, then!" he laughed, slapping one of John's chubby cheeks and causing the furry thing to shake slightly. John yelped the slap and yelped yet again when he felt the rhino's dripping cock pressing against his taint.

"N-no! Let go of me! Goddammit I'll break your damn arms when I get the ch- mrrph!" his yelling was cut short when one of the guards slammed their cock into his mouth. Every inch was pushed down his throat and he soon found himself being face-fucked hard and fast, the rhino's balls slapping against his face with every forward motion the guard gave.

"Oooh, 'e's got a good mouth on 'im!" the rhino gasped.

"Not as good as his arse, I bet!" the guard at John's ass said, his cock now buried several inches deep in chubby bear ass. Meanwhile the fourth and final guard was content to simply watch. He watched as Little John was spitroasted in front of him and he'd occasionally look over to see how the Sheriff was treating Robin, all the while jerking his hard, uncut dick off.

Robin's legs were hoisted off the ground. The Sheriff held them up and gave himself more than enough access to the fox's used and stretched hole.

"Heh, that's some good lookin' sloppy seconds right there." he said with a grin. He pushed forward and Robin once again felt his hole being stretched painfully around the thick girth of another male's cock.

"Sir..." the rhino holding him spoke up, "If yer not usin' his mouth, ya mind if I...?"

"Heh, go for it, big guy." the Sheriff winked, "Give his face a pound for me."

The rhino happily and eagerly got into position, swinging his legs around to straddle Robin's face before thrusting his cock into his foxy maw. The Sheriff watched the toned rhino ass bobbing up and down in front of him as he began fucking Robin's face before turning his attention back to the fox's ass. He pushed forward again, grinding the first few inches of his fuckstick into the still tight fox hole before tensing up and thrusting forward, burying the rest of his manhood inside of him.

Robin gave a muffled cry of pain and struggled desperately, but there was no escape for him. All he could do was lie there as the rhino fucked his face and the Sheriff bred his ass. He could hear John's muffled moaning nearby. The bear thrashed about but, like Robin, had no chance of escape. The taste and smell of the rhino's cock overwhelmed him, making him light-headed. He could feel the pre-cum smearing across his tongue, pre-cum he was forced to swallow.

The sounds of sex echoed around the cell and down the hall. Sounds of the Sheriff and his men moaning, the sounds of Robin and John trying their hardest to beg for mercy around the cocks in their mouths and the loud, wet sounds of their captors' cocks working their holes.

John felt the rhino in front of him picking up speed and could hear his breathing becoming heavier and more ragged. He braced himself as best he could before finding his mouth filled with hot rhino cum. The rhino gripped his head tight and held him in place as he pushed all of his dick inside him. John could feel it pulsing against his tongue with every thick rope of cum it fired into him.

Spent, the rhino pulled out with a grunt just in time for the guy who'd been watching to take his place. Little John was expecting another mouthful of cock and gave a surprised gasp when the rhino, still furiously stroking himself, simply erupted all over his face, coating his fur in the stuff. A few streams landed in his mouth, but most of it ended up painting his face fur, leaving him a cum-drenched mess.

John wasn't the only one getting a faceful of cum. He could hear the rhino fucking Robin's face cry out with pleasure before blowing his own load down the fox's throat. Robin was forced to swallow it all, gulping down the salty, sticky stuff and whimpering helplessly around the cock still being rammed in and out of him.

As the rhino finished up Robin felt the Sheriff's hand close around his less than impressive cock.

"Look at this li'l thing." the wolf grinned, "Still rock hard, eh? Heh... Well, the ol' Sheriff ain't without mercy, so I think I can give you a li'l hand here..."

"Don't fucking touch me!" was what Robin wanted to say. Instead he just lay there, groaning weakly as the rhino pulled his dick out his mouth and stood up, cum dripping from his tip onto Robin's body.

The Sheriff started stroking the twitching fox cock as he ploughed his ass ruthlessly. Robin cried out in pain and involuntarily bucked his hips into the Sheriff's hand, his own length dripping pre onto his tormentor's fingers.

"You like my dick, Robin?" said the Sheriff, "The infamous Robin Hood getin' off on havin' a dick up his ass? Huh?"

"Mmm!!" Robin moaned through closed, cum-covered lips.

"What's that? Sounds like you want me to breed ya harder! Heh, sure thing, slut, sure thing!" he slammed his cock in, his knot threatening to penetrate the fox's body at any second. Robin's eyes went wide.

"N-not the knot!" he whimpered, "Please, not the knot!" the Sheriff just laughed at him and slid his cock out only to slam it in again, the knot managing to just about stretch Robin's hole around it, but not quite... The wolf grunted loudly, sliding his cock in and out of Robin's ass while his hand erratically worked up and down his vulpine shaft. Robin could feel that huge, bulbous knot of the Sheriff's making headway inside his hole with every forward push until it finally happened: the huge thing was shoved inside of him.

Robin's mouth opened wide and he yelled in agony as he was stretched painfully wide and knotted with his worst enemy. The Sheriff, meanwhile, was in heaven.

"Ohhh! Yeeeah, that's it! That's the stuff!" he said, tilting his head back and howling with pleasure while he humped hard and fast at Robin's ass.

Robin could feel the knot rubbing against his insides, grinding painfully against the walls of his abused passage. He thrashed and squirmed but any attempts at escaping only brought more pain as the knot tugged and pulled at his hole.

The Sheriff's grip on Robin's cock tightened. Their eyes met and Robin could tell from the look on the wolf's face that he was close... Robin opened his mouth to beg for mercy but quickly closed it again. There was no point begging, he knew that. Even if the Sheriff was inclined to show him any he was already knotted inside him, so unless Robin wanted that thing ripped from his ass then he'd have to take an assful of the bigger male's jizz.

The Sheriff gave out low growls, grinding his hips against Robin's ass, still tugging at the fox's own smaller cock. Robin felt the Sheriff tensing up and barely had time to brace himself before his ass was flooded with the wolf's hot cum. He could feel himself being filled with the stuff, the wolf cock throbbing inside his body.

"Mmm! Take it, you li'l whore!" the Sheriff yelled, grabbing Robin's waist with his free hand and gripping him tight as he blew inside of him, rope after rope being fired off into the vulpine's poor, unwilling ass while Robin lay there, quivering and moaning.

The Sheriff relaxed as his orgasm subsided, his cock and knot still resting fully inside Robin's ass.

"Now that was a good fuck." the Sheriff chuckled, "Tighter than any ol' street whore I've fucked. I guess you fox types are just naturally tight, ain'tcha?" Robin didn't answer. He was too humiliated and ashamed to say anything. The Sheriff still had his hand on Robin's erect cock and he looked down at it, "Now, what're we gonna do about this, eh?" he kept rubbing it, "Why don't you cum for ol' Sheriff? Blow that pathetic fox load all over yerself for me, while my dick's in ya no less!" Robin didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but he could already feel himself getting close. He felt his nuts tightening and gritted his teeth. Moments before his own orgasm he heard Little John's moaning growing louder nearby. The rhino wasn't going easy on him.

The big, thick-skinned male was fucking John's chubby ass mercilessly, making the bear's body shake along with his movements. Little John's eyes were closed and his fists balled in an attempt to endure the pain in his increasingly sore hole. The rhino's hips were a blur as he fucked him; back and forth, back and forth... He lay on top of John, his ass bobbing up and down with his thrusting which quickly reached fever pitch, the rhino's body passing the point of no return as he erupted inside of his bitch and filled John up with his cum. John gave out a single loud "Ah!!" when he felt the stuff splatter across his walls, the rhino pumping him full of his hot seed.

"Sounds like yer boyfriend there's getting a good load of jizz up his fat ass." the Sheriff smirked, "Now yer the only one who ain't blown his load, so how 'bout you be a good boy and cum fer me, huh?"

"M...M..."

"What's that, slut?"

"Mer...cy..." Robin managed to whimper.

"Mercy? Why, that's what I'm givin' ya! I could just waltz outta here without lettin' ya cum, but no, I'm goin' the extra mile to jerk your little dick off for ya like the gentleman that I am!"

The Sheriff and his guards all chuckled at Robin's expense, the rhinos watching as the Sheriff stroked at their captive's length. Robin wriggled and writhed and moaned, his shaft and the Sheriff's fingers now a mess of sticky pre-cum. He couldn't hold back. The Sheriff was going to make him cum and Robin couldn't help but thrust his hips upwards and moan out in a loud, submissive and high-pitched voice as he blew all over himself, his cock spurting out several thick ropes of cum all over his white-furred chest and belly, coating his body with the stuff, some of it managing to reach his face.

"That's it, that's a good slut!" the Sheriff said victoriously, still stroking at Robin's cock even after he'd stopped cumming, the overstimulation making Robin whimper and shake.

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" he begged, hands going down to grip the Sheriff's hand. The Sheriff gave another evil chuckle and, for once, did as Robin begged, but not before gripping the fox's aching tip between two fingers and squeezing hard, getting a pained cry from the fox.

With that, the Sheriff pulled back, his knot, halfway soft, popping out of Robin's stretched hole and letting the combination of his and Little John's cum. He then stood up.

"Let's get outta here." he said, "Bring the fox's boyfriend too. We'll give him a cell of his own. Wouldn't want the two getting' any nasty ideas in here by themselves..." a couple of the rhino guards took a moment to collect the clothes and armour they'd shed earlier while one of them grabbed the chain connected to John's collar and tugged him along. "Crawl, bitch." he ordered.

"Ohh, that's a good idea!" the Sheriff said, "Yeah, crawl like a li'l bitch!" John scowled but did as he was told to avoid any punishment the Sheriff might dish out.

Robin could only watch them go. The rhinos lead John out of his cell, the naked, cum dripping bear crawling across the cold cell floor in a demeaning and humiliating show of submission. The Sheriff was the last out and turned to Robin, standing in the doorway.

"Don't worry 'bout your li'l boyfriend there." he said, "We'll take good care of him." with that, he stepped out and slammed the door closed, "Real, real good care of him..."

And with that he was gone, leaving Robin all alone in his cell, abused, humiliated and with a sore, used ass leaking cum.

THE END