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"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Cliff muttered in a low voice. The wolf pulled attempted to pull away from the bathroom stall wall again and again, albeit gently this time, but it was no use. He looked down at his phone again with a heavy frown. 6:43pm. He had been stuck there for over twenty minutes already!

"Fuck!" Cliff said again, this time louder. He punched the wall, but it only made the thing rattle in a rather loud sound that did him no good. His phone continued to vibrate in his hand, again and again, without stopping. It had been like that ever since it happened...

He was going to KILL Damian.

That fucking smug, faggot of a lion had tricked him into his predicament. Cliff looked down at his crotch and felt his face and ears grow hot. How had he not seen it coming? ...Yet now there he was. With his cock going through the cheap bathroom's gloryhole and stuck on the wall because of his engorged canine knot that had grown on the other side.

Worse yet, he had already lost a good part of the house relocation meeting. He could just picture that fucking asshole of a lion pointing his absence out, trying to undermind the Alphas', HIS fraternity's rightful claim to the best frat house for the year. FUCK him! It wasn't going to end like this. Cliff was the top dog, he had ALWAYS been the top dog, and this little setback wouldn't harm him in any way. But that fucking cat would pay for it.

The wolf tried to pull his cock out again with impatience but trying to pull his knot through the rough gloryhole fucking hurt. It needed to deflate a little more. Fucking knot had to take forever to shrink! The wolf couldn't be further away from arousal now, but his member, having just cummed in the fucking cheating faggot's muzzle thought it had knotted some bitch, so it wouldn't go down. Soon, though. Then he would rush to that meeting, make things right, and start working on the revenge of legends.

At least Cliff had gotten himself some privacy. After Damian had the audacity to spread through the fraternity's group chat that he was stuck in a bathroom's gloryhole by the knot, every canine in the clubhouse that had checked their phone had come to see him. Bunch of fucking fags coming to see dick! After a lot of growling and yelling, Cliff was able to make Buzz and a few other canines that were actually loyal to him get out and take everyone with them. He had Buzz guarding the bathroom's door to make sure no one else would come in to see him stuck.

...But the damage to his pristine reputation that had been done by that picture Damian took of him spreading through the chats was something else entirely. Cliff's phone continued to buzz. Mentions, private messages, more notifications than he could count since everyone in that fucking campus knew him. The price of being the alpha, or rather, the freaking king of the Alphas. The wolf had scrolled through some of the messages and found himself fuming with anger, so he had decided to just ignore all that shit until it blew over and find a way to deal with it later. Play it off as some prank, maybe, or twist the story to make it look like he did it on purpose... That could work. Maybe.

Fuck. Damian.

And then to worsen Cliff's mood even further, he heard the bathroom door being pushed open.

"I specifically told you to STAY THE FUCK OUT NO MATTER WHAT, BUZZ!" Cliff just yelled at the air. He heard the sound of steps coming closer to his stall and already started snarling, showing his teeth.

It wasn't that he was expecting, though. Instead, there were two canines he didn't recognize. One was a coyote, pretty short and with that plain, bland common brown coyote-like fur color. The other was a wolf, Cliff could tell, fur as gray as his own but of a lighter tone. Both were dressed in plain boring shirts and shorts that told the wolf they had a fucking poor sense of style. They looked at him, though, and then down at his sheath and cock stuck through the hole. Cliff brought his hand down to cover at least his sheath with a certain awkwardness, but there was nothing he could do about the rest of his deep red length and knot at the other side of the wall.

"The fuck? I said NO ONE was supposed to come in here! Get the fuck out! Can't you see I'm-" Cliff hesitated for a moment, his ears falling down ever so slightly. He hated feeling humiliated like that. "...busy?!"

The two newcomers just looked at each other... and smiled. The wolf burst out laughing first and the coyote followed.

"Well shit, it's really true. The all-mighty Clifford, head of the Alphas, stuck to a gloryhole by the knot?" the wolf said.

"Told ya," the coyote said still grinning. "Couldn't believe it myself but pictures don't lie."

Cliff snarled straight at them. "The fuck? Get OUT of here! I told fucking Buzz not to let anyone in!"

"The wolf at the door?" the coyote asked. "Was piece of cake. Just told him you'd asked us to come to help get you out. He believed it right away." The coyote lifted up a plastic bag Cliff hadn't even noticed he was holding. The stuck wolf looked at them with confusion.

"I don't even know you shitheads!"

Cliff didn't even know what he said wrong, but the wolf's eyes narrowed and he growled back.

"You don't know who I am?" the wolf asked. Cliff took another look at the loser, but he could swear he had never seen that muzzle in his life.

"I know you're not fucking Alphas." Cliff still growled at them, annoyed over the simple fact that they were still there. If they were in the fraternity he'd know them, but since they weren't they were obviously losers.

That seemed to make the other wolf angrier. "You fucking..."

The other lupine seemed like he was about to come at Cliff, which worried him given his helpless state, but the coyote grabbed the wolf's arm before he could.

"Hang on. Not yet. Remember the plan?"

Cliff's eyes narrowed. "Plan? What plan? The fuck are you talking about?" He looked at both of them. The coyote smiled again and the wolf still looked angry. "Who the fuck are you assholes? What are you doing here? Get the fuck out before I-"

"Before you what?" the other wolf interrupted. "Kick our asses? Or, rather, send your mindless ass-kissing 'members' to do it while you hide behind them?"

Cliff growled back at the other wolf.

"Easy, Matt," the coyote said. "He won't be talking like that for long."

"And what's THAT supposed to mean?" Cliff asked. He didn't like where that was going, so he placed his hands against the stall and tried to pull his cock out for the hundredth time. It still hurt his knot to attempt it, but he was more desperate to get out now, so he braved through the pain. He could swear he felt the base maybe coming through the hole. If only he could get past the knot...

While he was focusing on doing that, he didn't quite see the wolf approaching. He only noticed the other lupine was right behind him when he felt a sudden push against his back, hard-pressing Cliff back against the stall and shoving every bit of his cock and knot he had managed to pull back deep into the hole again. With how narrow the stall was there was barely room for both wolves to be there without them being hard-pressed against each other.

"What the FUCK!" Cliff pretty much yelled. The wolf had his hands against his lower back purposely forcing him to keep his hips against the stall. "You FUCKING-"

As he was just starting to get louder, the wolf's hand came up to clamp Cliff's muzzle shut. The stuck wolf immediately started struggling against it. With a hand, he grabbed at the shirt of the wolf's behind him while trying to push him back and away. The wolf, however, wasn't weak. He held one of Cliff's wrists with his other hand and used his body to keep the stuck wolf immobile against the stall.

"Help me out here, Finn!" the wolf behind him growled.

"R-right!"

Cliff was too busy shaking his head wildly to see what the approaching coyote was doing. He snarled through his clamped muzzle trying to get out of the hold so that he could yell for help against the psychos. Cliff only stopped to glance back with alarm when he felt something enveloping the wrist the other wolf was holding. Then, his arms were roughly pulled together behind his back and Cliff's other wrist joined the first. When he tried to pull them apart, he realized he couldn't. They had cuffed his arms behind his back!

"WHHT HHT FFHCCHK?!" Cliff said through his closed muzzle. He huffed, panting with effort from all his struggling.

"Now the muzzle!" the wolf said and before Cliff could even puzzle out what it meant, he saw them bringing up a leather muzzle, like those meant for feral dogs, over his face. Soon, it wasn't the damned wolf's hand keeping Cliff from speaking, but rather the shiny black leather of the muzzle that covered his entire snout but had a little hole for the nose at the tip. The wolf thrashed with all of his might against them, but in the end, they managed to close the straps behind Cliff's head. The wolf finally let go of him, panting as well to Cliff's merit, but the fucker then smiled.

"HMMHF FFHCK!" Cliff tried to yell. The sounds barely made it past his forcefully closed muzzle. He pulled against the cuffs keeping his arms stuck behind his back as well, but they were firm and strong, even if they felt soft against his wrists.

"You like it?" the coyote asked with a tone of mockery. "The cuffs are leather. Made for... kinky play, so to speak, so they're nice and comfy. The muzzle is just an added bonus I got from a friend."

"HMMFGH!" Cliff huffed, eyes sparkling with fury. He looked down at his own crotch and desperately tried to pull back from the gloryhole again. He could feel his knot deflating and his length not that hard anymore after so long. He ignored the discomfort and thought he might do it, but the wolf shoved him against the hole one more time.

"Not so fast," the wolf said smirking now. "I think he's not liking our little surprise party as much as we thought, Finn."

The coyote, or Finn, snickered. "Guess so. I can change that, though."

Cliff's furious eyes accompanied the coyote as he walked away and headed towards the other stall. Where his dick was.

"Hmmfgh?!" Cliff tried to ask, but he didn't really have to. The bound wolf growled when he felt a tongue trailing through the underside of his still hard cock. Since it had been definitely over half an hour since he had cummed, he didn't feel oversensitive. Instead, he felt unwanted pleasure as that soft tongue trailed all the way up to his tip.

And then he felt a warm muzzle enveloping his dick.

"Whhtm thh FFHC?!" Cliff asked, but the wolf that had stayed in the stall with him just chuckled.

"He's good, isn't he?"

Cliff growled through his muzzle as best as he could. He tried to retreat from the gloryhole again, but the wolf kept him hard-pressed against the stall to hold him there. Cliff tried to kick the wolf away, anything to get away, but forced to stand there like that he had little to no leverage to attempt anything of that sort.

He was forced to feel a faggot's muzzle start suckling on his dick. Without meaning to, Cliff felt his blood returning to his erection as it hardened again when the coyote took half his length into his muzzle, swirled his tongue around the wolf's hard length, then retreated to the tip, kissing it before taking it down again almost all the way down to the knot...

"Hmmmmfgh...!" Cliff complained. His ears fell back and his face grew hot. He was NOT going to get hard in the muzzle of some faggot guy! His mind repeated that over and over, but his body told a different story. As the sucking continued on the other side, Cliff found himself huffing through his nose for different reasons. The fucking coyote brought a hand up to start caressing the wolf's knot with his fingers, massaging the sizes of the lupine's sensitive bulb of flesh, then lightly rubbing its underside. His knot would never go down like that! If anything, Cliff was sure he could feel it growing bigger again as his arousal continued to grow, even against his will.

The coyote slowly pulled back from his cock. Cliff's dick was left pulsing hard as a rock again, he could feel it. The air around it felt cold over his dick with a fresh new coat of saliva.

"I think he does like it," the coyote said from the other side. Cliff felt the fag grabbing his length and start to lightly stroke it. It filled the wolf with anger, causing him to struggle against his predicament all over again just to show how much he hated it.

"Good," the wolf said behind him. Cliff growled back at him. He had still been holding his phone in his hand when they were cuffed, so he was doing his best to attempt to or call someone so that they'd come help. Buzz, preferably, who was supposed to still be standing outside but was too fucking useless and oblivious to come check on him. That was an almost impossible feat with his phone stuck with his hands behind his back, but he was pretty sure he had managed to unlock the device. He just needed...

"And what's this?" the wolf asked, grabbing Cliff's phone and taking it out of his hand.

"HMGHF!" Cliff growled. He looked back as well as he could to see the wolf looking at it. Cliff saw that he had indeed managed to unlock it, but after that, all he had managed was to type some senseless mumbo-jumbo into some random chat.

"You trying to call your mutts? Sneaky. Don't worry, you won't be needing this for a while."

Cliff's eyes shot wide when he saw the wolf casually throwing his phone into the stall toilet. It made a splashing sound as it landed. Cliff was pretty sure his model was waterproof, but it was a fucking toilet!

"FFHCKRRH!"

The wolf just pressed his body against him from behind again. On the other side, the damned coyote had started suckling at the tip of his cock again. Cliff was trying his damn hardest to deny any pleasure from the act given his situation, but it was a hard battle to fight considering how nice that tongue felt against the tapered, sensitive tip of his length.

The wolf smiled at him. "So, figured out who I am yet?"

Cliff glared daggers back at the wolf. He looked at the fucker's face again, but he still had no idea. Angrily, Cliff shook his head. The wolf's smile diminished. Good.

"You're the king of assholes, Cliff. I'm Matt. Matt Brenden."

Cliff just continued to stare back at the wolf. Was that supposed to mean anything?

"Fuck you, Cliff. I joined the Alphas when I was a freshman two years ago! I was in the fraternity for two months until you took advantage of me and fucked my girlfriend when she was drunk in a frat party! My girlfriend fucking dumped me when I called her out on it and then when I confronted you about it, you kicked ME out of the frat!"

Cliff just continued to stare. Truth be told, he remembered some of that drama happening, but he didn't remember who that wolf was or even what his 'girlfriend' even looked like. Was he supposed to remember every chick he fucked AND their boyfriends?

"I almost dropped out of college because of that! I had to go live in the external dorm because the other frats didn't want me. I failed three of my classes that year!" the wolf continued. Cliff just scoffed through the muzzle. If the wolf was a loser who couldn't deal with shit, it wasn't HIS fault. Matt probably sensed that, because his expression grew darker.

"Therefore I think it is way past time we get even. Finn here is my roommate and he knew about my story. This was really his idea. He's a good friend." The coyote giggled from the other side of the stall. "He applied to the Alphas too when he joined. Went through half the hazing, then you guys kicked him out because you found out he's gay."

"I hadn't even told my parents yet, dude," the coyote said from the other side. "And you let the whole campus know. Thanks a lot for that!"

"Ffhggmt!" Cliff just growled through his muzzle. Damn right they didn't take faggots.

"I think I know what you're trying to say..." Matt continued. "But we'll see who's the faggot when we're done with you here."

The wolf's hand came down to slap Cliff's exposed butt. Since he had stepped out of his pants and left them there on the floor before he had even shoved his sheath through that damned gloryhole, it hadn't even occurred to him that he was... vulnerable. He would never had thought that the wolf could mean something like that until he felt Matt's hand groping his rear. Then the wolf's hand trailed further in until his finger touched right against a male's most vulnerable spot...

And Cliff's eyes went wide.

"You know Cliff, I used to think I was 100% straight too. No dudes. Should've seen how hard I rejected poor Finn the first time he came onto me in our dorm. But, after a while... I discovered that a dude's mouth is just as good, or better, as a chick's."

The coyote on the other side went down deep onto Cliff's cock, then extended his tongue to play with the underside of the wolf's grown knot. Cliff was pretty sure it was meant to be proving that point.

"And then there's fucking. You know what they say. It's not gay if it's not your ass getting drilled," Matt continued. That finger continued to play around Cliff's backside, much to his growing terror, and then it slowly pressed harder against Cliff's entrance... until it popped in.

"FFHGT! DHNG FHGT! HMMGHF!" Cliff tried to yell. He closed his eyes shut for he had never had anything back there before. He was a male! An alpha! Any chick that had tried some fingering shit like that he had growled at and now this DUDE was...!

Matt chuckled from behind him. The fucking faggot of a wolf shoved his clawed finger a little deeper inside Cliff and wiggled it, making Cliff growl as loud as he could from under his muzzle. He tried to lower his tail as protection, but Matt grabbed it and promptly held it up.

With renewed urgency, Cliff tried to pull back from the damn gloryhole. His knot, however, was even more swollen than it had been at the end again. Fuck that faggy coyote! That muzzle and tongue didn't stop, pleasuring and working over the stuck wolf's cock as if he was enjoying doing it. Faggots like him probably did, in fact, which only angered Cliff further.

Matt seemed to have an obnoxiously high amount of fun wiggling and turning his finger around the desperate wolf's ass. It went on for far too long before he finally pulled it out, much to Cliff's relief. The stuck wolf was left panting and huffing with a continuous muffled growl coming from him. He gave the wolf behind him a deadly glare.

"Man, if you had this much trouble with a finger... I don't think you're gonna like what comes next."

Cliff did his best to look back at the wolf. It was getting hard to focus. The coyote had taken to bobbing his muzzle up and down the wolf's cock. While Cliff would never want to admit it, the guy was good. He didn't feel a hint of teeth on his sensitive flesh and the coyote seemed to have no trouble going down all the way to the knot, which had Cliff's tip going into the other canine's throat in a light deepthroating method, but without a single sound of gagging. The way that warmth enveloped his cock, the way that tongue massaged its underside...

Thankfully, or not, Matt was there to inflict Cliff with a new level of off-putting terror. The other wolf took a few steps back just so that Cliff could actually see what he was doing. The wolf had a big bulge in front of his shorts. Then, smirking, he slowly opened the button and zipped down to let the thing out. The wolf's cock was of a lighter tone of red than Cliff's, but as the lupine's member stood out of its sheath hard and stiff, it looked big and intimidating for the bound wolf.

"Hmmfgh?!" Cliff asked, growling again.

Matt's smirk just grew. The wolf leaned down over the bag they had brought and fished out... a condom. The wolf started humming with 'casualness' as he ripped the thing open, took the rubber circle from the package, and then made a small show of rolling it over his cock little by little until it reached his sheath, which was already starting to bulge due to the wolf's knot that would surely come out.

"Hmmghg! NNHM! Ffght, hmgnhf!" Cliff struggled. He pulled against the cuffs, shook his head in a useless attempt to dislodge the muzzle and pulled his hips back harder to tug at his stuck knot, but none of it worked. All the bound wolf could do was stare at how Matt gave his own canine dick, now clad in see-through rubber, a few pumps and strokes right there by his side.

Then, much to Cliff's dread, the other wolf approached him from behind again.

Cliff tried to struggle and thrash as Matt's arms enveloped him with his arms as much as he could, but he could barely move! The wolf embraced him with care as a lover would with one of his paws coming to caress Cliff's chest over his shirt. The most distressing thing of all, however, was how the other wolf's hard cock got pressed in-between the bound wolf's cheeks. Matt went as far as moving his hips to grind it against Cliff's backside in a tantalizing manner.

"GHNF AAHHWY! FFGHT! FFHCR!"

Matt was patient. Cliff continued to struggle until he was pretty much out of breath. Sucking air in through his nose alone was taking its toll on him and soon enough, he had to stop to pant and breathe. None of his attempts seemed to even bother the wolf behind him no matter how much he tried to awkwardly punch, kick or yell against it. That threatening dick continued to grind against his exposed ass.

And the fucking coyote continued to suck his cock. If it wasn't for that, Cliff was already going to be soft and well into his own sheath so that he could get out of that bathroom and give Matt the beating he deserved. At least, that's what Cliff kept telling himself when some of the loud huffings that came from his nose was due to the bursts of pleasure he didn't want to feel. The coyote had taken to using his paws again. They worked in tandem with his muzzle, giving the wolf's knot a light squeeze here, a little rubbing there, all while his muzzle continued to bob up and down the entirety of Cliff's length. Fucking hell! Despite how much he feared Matt behind him, Cliff could feel his cock throbbing just like it had with Damian when he thought it was a girl giving him a blowjob. He could feel how the coyote's tongue caught the precum he knew he was leaking...

"You took pleasure in fucking my girlfriend, Cliff, and now I'm gonna take a hella lot more fucking you..." Matt whispered right against his ear. The stuck wolf looked back at the other canine with urgency. Cliff shook his head. His ears folded back against his head when he felt Matt retreat his hips, take one of his hands back to align his own cock...

"Nhng! NHN! Yhh ffght! NHHN! Uhhll mmhgm hmy PHM-HMMFGH!"

Cliff's angry muffled yelling was cut short when he felt it entering again. Only this time it wasn't a finger. It was an actual dude's cock. Going into his ass.

"HMMFGHFFMM!" Cliff roared through the muzzle. His ears pinned down against his head. The bound wolf's eyes watered as he felt his virgin ass spreading around the first few inches of the other wolf's cock. It was thin at the tapered tip just like a finger, but it grew thick around the center!

"Don't be such a wuss. The condom is pre-lubed," Matt said. "Fuck, though, you are tight. Tight like the fucking bitch you are."

Cliff tried to growl. He was mustering it up when Matt thrust another inch of dick into his ass, which then had Cliff letting out a pitifully high-pitched muffled whine through the muzzle. Immediately after, Cliff felt himself blush. Both Matt and Finn on the other side of the stall laughed at it.

"Guess taking it up the ass is too much for the big alpha king of the Alphas, huh? I've seen Finn take on a horse without so much of a yelp."

They both laughed again, but Cliff just felt his face growing hotter. Of course he couldn't take it up the ass! He wasn't some faggot!

...Yet, when Matt shoved the final inches of cock in, Cliff whimpered out loud again. He found himself panting, clenching down hard on the thick invader inside his ass, but Matt only groaned in pleasure for it right behind his ear. He felt the other wolf's hands going down to grab at his hips and hold him as if Cliff could move his hips at all in the first place, and then pull back.

That made Cliff whimper again. The wolf didn't pull back all the way, though, but rather just enough so that he could thrust back in again and make Cliff gasp all over again. Then he did it again, then again.

Through the sheer intensity of what Cliff felt in his completely inexperienced ass, it took him a few minutes of it for him to realize that Matt was actually actively fucking him. Fucking his ass as if he was some bitch! The thought angered Cliff, but he couldn't bring himself to growl. The bound wolf was too busy being assaulted by a million things he didn't understand.

The biggest one being that the fucking didn't hurt nearly as much as he thought it would. In the beginning, it had. His ass had burned to spread around the girth of the other wolf's cock. Now, however, every time Matt thrust in, Cliff felt... a shock. He could only describe it as some kind of electric shock from deep within him that resonated around his whole body and made him gasp and huff each time.

Where it resonated the most, however, was in his cock. Cliff pressed his face against the stall and for once was glad that he couldn't open his muzzle, for the muffled groans he let out were anything but dignified. He had to close his eyes shut, but the whole thing was so intense that he didn't have time to apply logic to what he was feeling. All he knew was that every time Matt pressed his hips against his ass to hilt his cock into his ass, his cock throbbed with renewed pleasure.

All of that enhanced ten times over by the damn coyote. The canine was relentless. After the fucking started, the faggot actually sped up his bobbing and suckling over Cliff's cock. In his lame attempts to still pull back from the gloryhole, Cliff felt his knot right back to full size, which meant there was not a chance in the world that he was going to pull back from it now. All of that was aggravated by the fact that each time Matt humped forward, Cliff was hard-pressed against the stall again, shoving his sheath and dick further into the gloryhole he was stuck into until there wasn't an inch of cock that wasn't on the other side anymore again.

"Fucking... tight," Matt growled behind him. The fucking started to speed up, which had Cliff drowning in the sea of sensation that afflicted him. He didn't even know what was happening, but he felt his knot tighten, felt that tongue gliding over his cock speed up. At some point, Matt changed his angle ever so slightly and for some reason that caused the bulk of the other wolf's cock to increase the 'shock' Cliff felt every time he thrust in tenfold. Cliff had to gasp each time that cock went into him.

He was so angry! Yes, angry. It must be anger! Cliff felt flustered, hot all over, tingling. He was furious with that wolf, with that coyote, with Damian, with Buzz, with everyone! He was so. Fucking. Angry. That's why he was huffing. That's why he was groaning. Yes, that's why...

Without him even realizing it, the pleasure... was it pleasure? It had gotten too high.

"HMMFGH!" Cliff groaned. He felt his whole body going soft. That tongue over his cock triggered the pleasure. Matt thrust deeper, harder, and then Cliff noticed that the overwhelming pleasure was actually his cock spurting seed into the coyote's muzzle. Finn retreated from his cock, much to his frustration, and started stroking his saliva-coated member instead as the second and third jets of wolf cum shot from Cliff's cock on the other side. The coyote still decided to give his knot a blissful squeeze while he did it.

"Damn! He's cumming!" Finn said from the other side. Somehow having the words said out loud made Cliff realize that indeed he was cumming. The pleasure felt intense, almost overwhelming, from the way his ass clenched around Matt's cock but how it also didn't stop the wolf from fucking him as hard as he had been. He heard the other wolf letting out a huffed chuckle over his shoulder.

"Fuck yeah, I can feel it. Who's- hnghf- the faggot now?!"

To Cliff whose body was spasming with a mix of confusing pleasure, the meaning of those words took long to register. It became worse when he felt teeth clamping on the back of his neck, taking in his fur and threatening to break his skin. Cliff whined without meaning to again. The mating bite was intensified by the way his cock still pulsed, spurting the last remnants of his orgasm to the coyote's skilled fingers while the wolf behind him fucked him with more eagerness than ever.

It was when his own unexpected orgasm was ending that Cliff felt with some level of clarity how Matt's cock started throbbing inside his ass. The wolf thrust in one last time, going deep, and then Cliff could feel how Matt used his own fingers to squeeze at his knot still outside his ass but right at his entrance while giving deep, shallow thrusts. The vibrations from Matt's own moan of pleasure reverberated through the bite holding on to Cliff's neck.

Cliff was forced to endure with a growing realization that he was feeling a dude cum into inside his ass, condom or not.

It took a long, slow passing minute until Matt's cock stopped pulsing. The wolf slowly opened his maw, letting go of the humiliating mating bite and still daring to give the back of Cliff's neck a 'loving' lick as if he was some willing female. Cliff himself still had his head spinning. His body felt weak and sensitive and the feeling of Matt's cock inside his ass was worse than ever now that he was in a weird afterglow of an unwanted orgasm. Had he really cummed? It felt different from every orgasm he had ever had in his life, yet at the same time, it felt like so much... more! It had been awful! Yes, awful. Horrible. The single worst experience of his life. Or at least so Cliff tried to reason inside his head. It felt even worse when the coyote gave his cock a little lick. The stimulation over the oversensitive length made Cliff tremble and groan again. His ears were pinned down against his head and he couldn't bring himself to raise them.

"Fuck... that was better than I expected. It looks like you loved it too, huh?" Matt teased from behind. The wolf grabbed at his hips again, but this time it was to push against his lower back so that he could pull his cock out. It felt almost as intense as when the wolf had thrust in. Cliff let out muffled groans until the last inch of the wolf's condom covered length was out of his ass. It felt strangely empty.

"Fhhuckk hhgm! Yhm ffhgt!" Cliff said, eyes watering with anger again. He was going to kill these two. As soon as Matt was out of him, Cliff tried to tug at his cock to pull out. Nope. It felt as bad as when he had just cummed with Damian, if not worse. His knot was fully engorged after cumming. Fuck!

Matt took a few steps back again so he could look at the wolf. When Cliff saw the size of the other wolf's cock with a huge knot swollen at the base, he couldn't believe THAT had been up his ass. Matt gave his own spent cock a few extra careful pumps milking a few extra drops of cum into the little balloon of it hanging from the tip of the condom he was wearing.

"Are you sad you didn't take my knot? You don't know how badly I wanted to. But, a wise wolf thinks before shoving his knot into something." Matt's eyes trailed to Cliff's sheath stuck to the gloryhole for just a second, bringing a new growl of rage from Cliff. The other wolf started to carefully peel the condom out of his dick. The coyote appeared from the other side with a paw wiping his muzzle.

"He cummed all over the stall floor. I think that anyone that sees it will realize it." Finn said with his tail wagging with pride. "He might be a jerk, but he has a good dick."

"Fhhck yhhh!" Cliff growled.

"I think we're just about done here. I feel ten pounds lighter now that I'm even with this asshole," Matt said with a smile. "We should get out before someone actually thinks about checking on him."

Finn nodded. The wolf had some trouble tucking his hard cock into his underwear to close his shorts. The bulge of his hard-on and knot was obvious at the front, but Cliff had walked around with that same problem more times than he could count. With anger, Cliff tried and tried to pull his cock out of the gloryhole. If only he could get free! These two would NOT get away with what they had done. They were in for the same hell the damn lion that had put him in that situation was. Or worse. They. Would. Pay.

Matt might have gathered that from the way Cliff's furious eyes stared at them. The wolf chuckled.

"But of course we wouldn't leave without adding our finishing touches."

Cliff's eyes went wide when Matt approached him with the full condom. He shook his head and tugged at his knot so hard it hurt, but in the end, there was nothing the stuck wolf could do to get away from how Matt brought it over his head... and then dumped the contents right over Cliff.

"HNNNFMMMHF!" Cliff roared as the wolf's cum slowly dripped down around his ears, down over his eyes forcing him to close them for a moment and then down the sides towards his neck. It soaked into his fur and brought a sharp smell of male cum to Cliff's sensitive nose. It was plain disgusting. Matt then placed the empty and used condom right over the bridge of Cliff's muzzle. The absolutely disgusting rubber sat right in front of his eyes, which had Cliff shaking his head violently to try to throw it away, but given how sticky it was, it was almost 'glued' in place.

"HMMFH! FFHC YYUH!" Cliff growled. "TTHM HMM UUHT!"

Both wolf and coyote laughed at his reaction.

"We're not done yet. We brought one last gift for you. This is an expensive gift so we hope you appreciate it. It was mine, but I only got to use it a few times! I feel like it's worth parting with it for this, though."

Cliff glowered at the other wolf, huffing with fury. He watched as they pulled the last small thing from the bag they had brought. Cliff's eyes fell on it not quite understanding what it was at first. A small band with a little thing attached to it. A little... bullet... thing...

The stuck wolf's eyes went wide. They couldn't...

They both laughed at his realization again and this time, both of them went out of his sight to go to the other side of the stall. Desperately, Cliff tried to pull his knot back from the gloryhole to get free and away from them, but of course, there was no way that his inflated knot was coming back through it yet. He needed at least another half-hour. Or more if...

"HHNM! HNM!!" Cliff roared from his side of the stall. It was useless, though. He felt a hand grabbing his cock, then the little band being pulled down over his length until it sat firm and snug right above his knot. Then, they must have pressed a button, because he felt the vibrating bullet starting to vibrate right against his cock. Most of his oversensitivity was already gone, but he felt his length going back to full hardness right away as the thing buzzed against his dick with a constant level of stimulation. His knot was never going to go down like that!

"HMMFGH!" Cliff complained again when the two faggy fuckers returned to his stall. The grins on their faces were infuriating.

"Now we're done! I hope you enjoy the payback for being an absolute jerk, Cliff." While Matt spoke, Finn took a few steps back and took another picture of the wolf stuck, but now with a muzzle over his snout, cum over his head, a condom over his muzzle, cuffs keeping his arms behind his back and that fucking vibrating bullet buzzing on his cock.

"It's like a kinky masterpiece," Finn commented, which brought another chuckle from Matt. "Let's go. We still have to find a way to convince that dumb 'guard' he placed at the door to leave so someone else can find him like this."

Matt nodded, still laughing. "Right."

Cliff struggled again as best as he could. Yet, with his arms stuck and his hips stuck to the stall wall all he managed was to rattle the stall again. He hoped the noise would at least tip that fucking useless piece of shit Buzz standing outside to come in and see something was wrong, but it didn't happen. His wolf 'friend' was so useless that he might just let himself convince to go somewhere else and leave him like that.

Finn turned around to leave, but Matt took one last look at Cliff.

"You know what, I think I'll take a little souvenir. Just to remember the good times we had together." As he said that, Matt swiped Cliff's pants that had been left on the floor. He took both the wolf's pants and underwear and stuffed it into their bag, leaving Cliff with nothing to wear if and when he finally got out of his predicament.

"HNNMG! MMGHF!" the stuck wolf objected, but it only brought laughter from Matt. The other wolf waved at him.

"See ya! Was fun!"

"HMMGH! FFHCC! HMM BBHM! FFUCH!"

Cliff yelled as high as he could, but barely a sound made it past the damn dog muzzle they had left on him. He heard the bathroom door open as they left, and then there was nothing but silence again. Well, silence and the low buzz of the vibrating bullet left going at his cock. Cliff felt tingles of pleasure he didn't want resonating through his length, keeping it hard and eager and making sure his knot wasn't going to go down that easily anymore.

The condom sitting right in front of his eyes reminded him of the uncomfortable feeling he still felt in his ass after being fucked. By a DUDE! How was he going to explain any of this when they found him again? What would they do with that picture? FUCK! What if they spread it around? His status! His reputation! Not to mention the house relocation meeting that he had certainly already missed in its entirety.

As Cliff angrily struggled to get out of his worsened predicament, he had only one thing in his mind.

Revenge.