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The locker room was a buzz of energy. Whoops and hollers were reverberating throughout the metal maze of the Greenville Jaguar's locker room. Doors slammed and the sound of cleats on the cold, concrete floor added to the busy atmosphere. Coach Bruce stood near his office door with a nonchalant pose as he read over his clipboard of notes and string of plays he wrote down.

The highland bull stood tall at about 6' 5" and the muscle that he had from his football days still stuck around. Thick, tree trunk sized arms along with wide thighs gave him an intimidating stature. The simple hoodie he wore hid the belly he had from an ample supply of beer and age. He wasn't that old by any stretch of the imagination. At 43, he was a proper specimen of a retired athlete. Greenville had a golden age and Bruce played a critical part in it. Nearly twenty years ago, Bruce was among the long, winding lockers with bright-eyed ideals. Bruce's brown eyes scanned over each and every play he wrote down. The silver whistle around his neck glowed in the iridescent light. . He blew a small puff of air to move his mane off to the side to make sure he was looking at the right play.

Bruce tapped a particular play involving the front offensive lineman. The butt of his pen hovered over one player which was represented as a solid circle on his quick note-taking system. The circle was more than just a representation of a position. It was a person and if that person did not have their head in the game then it could lead to a turnover. Or worse, an injury. Adrian, an akita currently sandwiched between a crocodile and husky. Both the croc and husky were changing while having idle chit-chat. The akita had a somber look on his face.

The akita's eyes flicked up towards the towering coach. Even now, a full year after meeting him, the man is still intimidating him with his stature alone. He wasn't the tallest man in town back home, but he wasn't far off from it; Adrian's dear-old-dad stood only at 5'11" compared to his 5'10". Adrian shook his head, trying to clear his head. His father's disappointed glower kept sneaking into his head and made the tight feeling in his chest worse.

With a withering sigh, Adrian stood. He moved as if he was going to step away from the bench, but his feet remained rooted to the concrete. He sucked in air between his teeth, fingers flexing as he tried to push past the unfamiliar and debilitating anxiety that sat in his stomach. 'C'mon. It's just Coach. He'll understand. He'll know what to do. Right? Yes, no, of fucking course. Maybe...' His thoughts swirled around, debating with himself as he awkwardly stared at Coach's ankles.

Finally, the stalemate seemed to break. Not by his own volition; Staunton, the gator accidentally whacked Adrian's ass with his thick tail, sending the Akita stumbling towards Bruce. By the time he recovered, he was now standing in front of the imperious bull, staring up at him wide eyed. "Uh... hey.... Coach?" He mumbled. "Can... Can I talk to you about... something?" He looked down and away, cheeks crimson under his creamy fur.

Bruce had a suspicion of what this would be about. He reached to his office door and gave the knob a turn. Turning around for a moment, Bruce pointed his head towards his office.

"Come on in, Adrian," Bruce said with a warmth to his voice. He didn't want to scare the kid. He was supposed to be a mentor and figurehead for the team.

Adrian followed the coach into his office. It was small compared to other offices on campus. It looked more like a closet refurbished with plush carpet and a sound proof window but the only privacy it offered was the blinds on the window that could be closed to prevent onlookers. A cherry colored desk took up a good portion of space in the back and Bruce had to squeeze past the side in order to get to his chair. There was a cabinet to the left of the desk which displayed all of Bruce's achievements from Greenville. The tournaments and metals as well as his personal trophy for MVP. He was the quarterback in his hayday and a photo showed Bruce surrounded by his teammates and a younger bull holding up a trophy with unrestrained glee.

Bruce sat down in his chair and invited Adrian to sit across from him. A simple couch with plenty of room. It had seen plenty of use but Bruce made sure to keep it in relatively good condition. When Adrian took a seat, the akita's large body made the coach openly creek. Bruce winced but quickly covered his emotions.

"So Adrian, I'm guessing this is about your performance today at practice?"

Adrian flinched. Was it that transparent? He nodded, ears folding back against his head. "Y-yeah... a little," he admitted. Adrian swallowed, tongue feeling like cotton in his muzzle. "I... I know I ain't doing too hot." He started, lips smacking as he tried to wet them unsuccessfully. He took in a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

"I've been trying real hard, Coach. I've been doing the diet, working my ass off in the gym and on the field. I got my fundamentals. I just..." He sighed, looking out through the half-closed blinds at the faceless bulk of his teammates as they got freshened up. "I'm still on the bench." He said with a defeated sigh. "My... my dad... He..." The lump in his throat was suffocating. "If I don't play... I.... I dunno..." The akita bit his lip. It was the only thing that kept the tears from flowing.

Coach Bruce paused for a moment to let Adrian process his emotions. The fact that the akita was so beat up about it made sense. Bruce knew Adrian before he even went to Greenville. He actually ended up sitting in on a game for the big canine during recruitment season. Coach Bruce had given the akita a pep talk before but he needed something more this time.

"Listen Adrian, it isn't that I haven't seen what you have been doing. You work hard. Really hard. I would argue that you work harder than most on this team but..." Coach Bruce paused for a moment to search for the right words and he noticed Adrian leaning in to listen attentively.

"You come from a small town. As you put it before, you were like a big fish in a small pond. This is getting close to the big leagues and I want you to be the very best you can be. If I didn't think you were capable, I would not have recruited you from your high school in the first place. How do you put it....middle of bum-fuck nowhere?" Bruce grinned and leaned back in his chair.

"But I have to say, your performance has been lacking compared to other players," Bruce said carefully. Quickly though, Bruce changed the tone of the conversation. "These are growing pains. You know I went through this process myself."

Adrian nodded silently as Coach spoke. "Ya.... I guess," he muttered. "I just... not as big... and I try and... I dunno." He continued, circling the topic but unable to breach it properly. "How did you do it?" He asked, trying to extend the conversation and work up the muster.

"I...well..." Coach Bruce began but stuttered. "It is a little hard to remember what I did, honestly. It has been so long but I put in the work on the field and I had a lot of help from other things and people, too."

Bruce frowned and tapped his pen on the counter. "You are taking the requested amount of protein powder, right? The nutritionist got back to you? It looks like you have packed on muscle. Is it just not coming fast enough?"

"I... I am," he said, mildly frustrated, his brow furrowing. "I have been putting on some mass. Not... as much as the other linebackers." He huffed, another sting in his stomach. "That's part of the problem, I guess..." He muttered, looking away. 'Just say it!' He screamed in his head.

Bruce sighed and shook his head. "No! You are doing the right amount. Again, these things just take time. Look, I've been doing some research into other supplements and powders but those will take time to come in and so you just have to keep up with what you are doing. Remember, if I thought you weren't capable then I wouldn't have brought you onto the team!"

Adrian sighed slowly, as he rose. "Okay." He said in defeat. He turned and opened the door of the office. "Thanks Coach," he quietly mouthed over the shoulder as he slipped out of the door. 'Fucking weak ass can't even talk to Coach about shit.' He beat himself up as he angrily spun the dial of his locker. The rest of the team was basically already gone, only a few stragglers remained.

He looked at the contents of his locker. The vial was wrapped up in his shirt. Looking quickly towards the office, Adrian saw Coach's shoulders from the half-opened blinds. Adrian grabbed the shirt, vial in tow as he shuffled towards the showers for a bit of privacy.

His hands shook as he unrolled the garment, taking out the vial. He rolled it around in his palm; what was the dosing for this? He vaguely remembered one syringe full, straight to the ass. Rolling down his pants to expose the creamy cheek, he awkwardly fumbled with the vial and syringe, trying to figure out how to puncture the thing and draw the fluid in.

Breathe caught in his throat as he hovered the now-full syringe over his ass cheek. It was supposed to only be a pinch but his anticipation was making it worse. He inhaled deeply, holding his breath, arm braced before jabbed it down, the needle piercing flesh. He let out a yip in surprise, which echoed off the walls of the shower.

Meanwhile, Coach Bruce was stripping down himself. His office was too small for a private locker and he had to use one that was more for faculty than for the students. He always liked to shower alone. With students, things could get awkward.

As Adrian's loud yip of pain echoed through the locker room, Bruce made his way towards the showers. Although he was as naked as the day he was born, he knew that whatever was going on could not be good. Bruce speed-walked, being mindful of the wet floor. His hooves echoed on the locker room floor and he turned the corner to get to the private shower area.

Bruce nearly had a heart attack when he saw Adrian sticking a needle into his right buttcheek and had a thumb on the syringe.

"PUT THAT DOWN IMMEDIATELY!" Bruce roared out. His voice was loud enough in the enclosed space that the room felt like it was shaking. Adrian removed the syringe , shock clear on his face. Bruce stomped over and grabbed Adrian by his wrist before dragging him back towards his office, still naked and shaking with rage.

When the door to his office was closed, Coach Bruce took a deep breath. "Did you actually inject anything into you? That could make us both liable."

Adrian's chest was heaving. The panic of Bruce's yell was still winding down and now the humiliation and embarrassment was taking its place. "N-no..." He muttered defeated. "I just got the thing in." Lowering his head, the canine's tail wrapped around him defensively. "I'm sorry Coach. I... I dunno, I just..." He let out a shuddering sigh. "I don't have any excuse."

"You don't," Coach Bruce sighed and shook his head. "Fuck, Adrian. I can't have both of us getting screwed if you get caught."

There was a pause between them. Adrian looked absolutely torn to shreds. Just the humiliation of being caught was probably enough to shake him. Coach Bruce felt terrible but he also figured out how far Adrian would go to become the best on the team and it was eating the dog alive.

"I was the same way as you once," Coach Bruce started off. "I get what is eating at you. I want you to be the very best this team has too but I need you to not take anything that could get you or me in any type of trouble. From this point forward, I am going to have you do blood tests every week down at Greenville's clinic. Your tuition will cover it. If you do this for me, I won't push anymore. Do I make myself clear?"

Adrian shook his head. "Ya..." He gulped. "Coach... I..." He swallowed hard. "If I don't play, Dad's gonna... Dad is gonna kick me out. I can't..." He sniffled, holding himself. "I dunno what I'm gonna do." The canine sniffled, tears flowing down his cheeks. "I gotta play, Coach. I gotta." Big, blood-shot eyes looked up at the coach, pleading and begging. He wasn't trying to use puppy dog eyes but it was hard not to do so unintentionally.

Bruce sighed again, long and contemplative. A lengthy silence stretched for a couple of seconds while Bruce contemplated one final option.

"Since you are willing to do just about anything, I got something, but it is experimental. I wasn't going to offer it to you until I took it for a bit but I am willing to stick my neck out for you. Before I show you anything, you have to promise me you won't share it with anyone else or tell anyone who you got it from," Coach Bruce whispered and reached into a drawer. He strategically did not pull whatever he was talking about out, however and kept his hand right in the drawer. He looked over Adrian's expression and read him carefully.

Adrian sniffled, but tilted his head curiously. He was desperate. He had to get bigger to stand a chance on the field. He was already willing to use steroids. What difference did it make with this weird stuff? "I won't Coach. Scout's honor." He held up his paw, giving the old scout salute. "The secret's safe. Please... anything Coach. I'll do anything!" He wheezed, locking his eyes with Coach's, lip quivering slightly as his ears splayed back.

Bruce knew he had a loyal one on his hands so he pulled out his little bottle of pills from the drawer. On the front, there was a black silhouette of a snorting bull. Above the silhouette, a deep dark black font read back "RUT" in thick and oppressive letters.

"I got some new supplements in and one guy I was talking to said these are the best of the best when it comes to bulking up quickly. I don't know what the side effects are and I have little research to go by but these might be your saving grace. I can't guarantee it, though. The most important thing is these won't end up giving you a positive test for performance enhancers next semester. You should take these if you feel like trying anything..." Coach Bruce suggested calmly and pushed the bottle over to Adrian. There were enough pills inside to last a full month.

"If everything goes well and there aren't any bad side effects, then I can get some more in for ya," Bruce continued and looked the sniffling akita right in the eyes. He pointed a finger right towards the dog. "But I want you to stop with the 'roid shit."

The pill bottle gently rolled around in his palms. Slowly, fingers squeezed around it as he looked up at Coach. A glimmer of hope burned in those sparkling green orbs. "No more roids. Well, no roids. That.. was my first time." He flinched again. "But I'm not gonna use them!" He was already screwing the cap of the bottle off as he read the small font. "One pill, with food. No more than once a day. See results in 4-6 weeks." He read aloud slowly as he dumped a pill into his palm. "Thank you Coach. I can't thank you enough. Thank you, thank you so fucking much." The akita jumped to his feet, heart beating. "I'm gonna grab some food and take this!" Without another word, he zipped out of the office, tail wagging furiously.

Bruce leaned back in his chair and felt his whole body relax. It was like a wave of fatigue washed over him. Truthfully, the other linebacker was prone to injury. If he lost the akita, he would have to quickly find a replacement player that could at least hold the line to prevent the QB from being pancaked out on the field.

The highland bull blushed red when he realized he was sitting butt-ass naked right on his office chair. He quickly got up and made his way out of his office as well, humming in relief that he did not have to tank Adrian. The sophomore had a long way to go but it was clear he cared. Perhaps he cared a little TOO much.

Bruce gathered his shampoo and his towel once again. The showers were all empty and he turned the nozzle on the shower to the hot category. It felt so good to finally relax under warm water. He lathered himself up with a sweet smelling shampoo and unabashedly washed his back and even between his asscheeks. He fondled his sizable bull balls and even made his way to his pelvis to get his floppy, low-hanging member too. He wished he had someone to go home to after all this. Maybe he could schedule a date sometime after practice? If he wasn't too tired that is...

Bruce finished his shower and turned the nozzle the opposite way to shut the water off. Stepping out, he dried himself off and made his way to his locker to get ready for another exciting practice tomorrow. They had a big game coming up against Greenville's rivals in a week and they had to be ready. Bruce's chest puffed out at the thought of finally beating the Columbia Eagles and the five year dry streak coming to a close. He had a pep in his step as he dressed himself. Dating would have to wait.

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The door of Adrian's dorm room shut behind him. He sat down the take out bag as he fell into his bed and gave a long sigh. He pulled out the greasy burger and fries as he rolled the bottle of RUT. Today had been a whirlwind. He had no way of predicting the night would end with him taking... not roids but something else. He popped one pill as he took a bite, swallowing heavily.

"I gotta make it up to Coach," he said to himself with a small huff as he ate. It only took a minute before his stomach growled angrily. The wave of hunger that hit was unexpected, but luckily he still had the rest of his meal. Munching away, he wasn't immediately aware of the heat slowly spreading from his stomach. It was a soft warmth, like a pleasant buzz of alcohol without the loss of lucidity.

Less than five minutes later, Adrian's takeout was finished but his stomach was still growling. "Woah. Never been this hungry after just eating," he muttered to himself. Rolling out of his bed, he stripped off his shirt, tugging slightly around his upper body. He hadn't gone shopping since starting his new routine so most of his shirts were a bit tight around his chest where he had focused most of his workouts. Stumbling over to his small pantry, he grabbed some of his emergency snacks as he kicked off his pants on the way back to his bed.

He spent an hour lazing in bed, idly eating chips as he scrolled through his phone. He dusted some crumbs from his fur, brushing down his pecs and abs to his crotch. His fingers brushed over the bulge and it felt like lightning. He had been hard for some indeterminate amount of time; the growl of his stomach had distracted it from the need.

"Damn," Adrian muttered. Now that he was aware of the throbbing need, he couldn't ignore it.

Crumbling up the now empty bag, he tossed the bag at the waste bin. Hooking a finger into the waistband of his bright red boxer briefs, he shuffled it down. The pointed red cock slapped his abs with a splat, already wet with pre. It was strange, how hard he was. Adrian didn't feel horny, so much as achingly hard. But now that he was staring at his own prick, a flush ran through his body. He gripped the base firmly and hissed. He had never been this sensitive before. A spurt of pre worked out of his tip. He started slowly, working his paw up and down. Fingers squeezing the tip and the base as they passed. His chest rose and fell as he took in deep lungfuls of air. Sweat started to build up along his forehead and around his muscles. It rolled down his arms and onto the bed to soak into the sheets.

This was already the most intense jerk off already and he had just started. His free hand moved up to his chest, flicking the engorged nipple. He gasped, the powerful rush of pleasure that radiated from it shocking him. "Oh fuck!" He gasped, body crunching as he naturally curled up. His grip tightened, quickening his pace. The knot at the base started flaring as his strokes became more fervent. Each nipple got a flick before both hands came down to grip his modest 5 inches in both paws. "Oh my fucking.... GOD!" He barely managed to stifle the howl. He was frozen, back arched as his cock pulsed in his grip. Till the first shot rocketed from the tip, sailing over his head and splattering the wall behind him. Each shot fired with only miniscule loss of force. More than a few rained down on his muzzle and his chest was painted white.

Adrian laid, basking in the afterglow. His whole body felt tingly. The red cock twitched, oozing just a bit of mess into his belly button. It didn't occur to him at the time that his tip had never been able to reach his belly button before. That wasn't as important as the pleasant tingling warmth that ran through him. "Damn. That was great," he muttered to himself. His whole body started to feel heavy. It didn't matter that he was covered in his spunk. It felt too good to move. So as his eyes fluttered closed, his body relaxed and stewed in his own mess.

A meaty palm slapped the blaring, buzzing smartphone. Adrian groaned as he shifted under his covers. He was simultaneously cold and hot; his covers had become increasingly insufficient over the last few days. The big game against Columbia was in 2 days and today was the last practice beforehand; Bruce always made sure there was a rest day before a big game. No practice, no strenuous exercise.

The akita laid in bed, refusing to make eye contact with the boner in the room. A tent that was taller than he was used to exposed more of his sides from the already too-small covers. He had jerked off three times yesterday; it was like his cock had a mind of its own. He was near perpetually hard. He had maybe an hour after blasting a load of peace before the heat and pressure returned. That, and the sudden extra two inches of length and who knew how much girth (the canine had no idea how you'd measure that), had distracted Adrian from all the other changes he had experienced in just short four days.

Such as the nearly 3 inches in height he had attained. With the overall bulk he had gained, the difference his height had made went unnoticed. His whole body had thickened but especially around his middle. Somehow, he had obtained a small potbelly in just a few days (the near endless hunger and snacking is the likely culprit). Between that, the extra bulk he had managed to obtain on his upper body naturally and the overall growth from RUT, he was down to 2 oversized hoodies that were still uncomfortably tight and had a nasty habit of riding up his belly if he raised his arms at all.

Each of which stank. Adrian had already gone nose blind to it, but everyone knew he was coming by the stink of his musk. His fur was shaggier, retaining his excessive sweat. To say nothing of the pre-soaked jocks (the only thing that can remotely fit his thighs and ass now).

Overall, Adrian had largely not noticed the changes he had undergone. The persistent hard on and belly were the only things he truly noticed and had commanded all of his attention. He sighed, ruefully, scratching his stomach. He missed the abs, but it still felt good rubbing his paws through the dense fur. His free hand flicked open his phone, making sure he had time.

"Gotta take care of you."

He growled to himself as he finally took hold of his slimy cock. He had 15 minutes before he had to get going to practice. He should have time to rub one out and get cleaned up. Right?

Truth be told though, the changes were evident to everyone else. Teammates were impressed by how much Adrian bulked up and the akita was a powerhouse on the field. A blur of activity and had a sharp mind as well. He was like a completely different person when it came to practice. When tackling a dummy, Adrian plowed over it as if it didn't weigh the same as a heavyweight wrestler and the akita shrugged it off as if it was nothing.

His hand maneuvered around his cock. His balls slapping against his palm as he idly jerked off. There were sparks of pleasure but it felt more like pulling a cork off a bottle. It was just something that needed to be done to get to the rest of the day. In the back of Adrian's mind, the akita's thoughts began to change as well. It wasn't that he thought of himself as enjoying the company of men or admiring them but there was something so nice about a dude's shape. . Football players casual attitude in the locker room had a casual tone to it that resonated with Adrian. It was one that Adrian found himself leaning into. In the locker room, he would pose much like he saw in bodybuilding magazines and found himself admiring his physique more often.

Even Bruce's body looked more alluring to the canine. The linebacker thought back to his mentor. Specifically, he thought back to when the coach decided to shower next to him after last practice. Adrian caught the coach looking over at him a couple of times while he was lathering down. It was just curious but the akita could smell the turf and musk on the coach's body underneath all the soap. Adrian could remember the way Coach's ass looked and thought how it would feel like to slide his cock between the bull's muscular cheeks and grind down....

Adrian grunted and another heavy load spurted out of his cock and all over his body. It soaked into his fur and streaked up towards his neck. The next couple of shots dribbled down over his balls and Adrian's toes curled when the last few shots arched up along his belly. He gave a primal growl followed by a huff and relaxed down onto his pillow.

"Shower time," Adrian said with a grunt. Adrian was quickly interrupted by an alarm, however. It let him know that practice was going to be in an hour. A shower would have to wait. The akita walked over to his workout duffel bag and pulled out a clean shirt after smearing his cum all over his old shirt that he slept in and pulled on a new hoodie. The waistband of the hoodie allowed his belly to peek out the bottom just a bit but the akita did not mind. He would be changing into his football pads in the locker room anyway. The akita made his way outside with his duffel bag over his shoulder and into the cool fall air. It was the perfect time for football and the akita was as pumped more than ever for practice. With a pep in his step, Adrian made his way past all the various academic buildings.

The campus was not very active on Thursday morning. Greenville was more of a college town set in suburbia. The students enjoyed going home on weekends but there was an active interest in raising awareness to the various sports programs. So much so that a good portion of professionals came out of Greenville college. Adrian walked by their statues as he made his way towards the locker room and the small plaques of previous winning teams that lined the brickwork. Adrian's father was among the champions in the 1970s.

The akita frowned and without missing a beat made his way into a back entrance to the men's swimming pool. It was just as dead as the rest of the campus. Adrian's paws fell on the still wet tiles from their practice earlier and the smell of chlorine was sharpened for the canine. It wasn't just due to his sense of smell either. Adrian had noticed that his other senses have heightened since he started to take RUT.

Adrian made his way into the locker room and it was empty, too. The akita had come much too early. Coach's office light was on but the blinds were drawn so Adrian had the locker room all to himself. Maybe he could end up taking a quick rinse before practice. He did still have the scent of fresh cum still on him....

Before Adrian could start to undress, Coach Bruce tapped his flared back, drawing his attention. "Sutherland. A word please." He gestured towards his office before stomping away. Adrian had to take a moment to calm down. He had been so wrapped up in his head, he had someone how missed Coach's footsteps. He cast a quick glance at the shower before moving towards Coach's office.

He eased his bulk onto the couch, the springs groaning audibly from his new mass. He felt awkward, like his legs were too long as he sank into the old furniture. He shifted for a few moments, failing to get himself comfortable before he looked up at Coach. Only to realize he was looking just above the bull's horns instead of his face and adjusted his gaze down. "What's up Coach?" He asked casually, an acquisitive smirk on his muzzle. He couldn't help but eye the coach's broad chest in his coach's blazer, drinking him in.

Coach Bruce followed the player's eyes and cleared his throat. Perhaps it was just his imagination. The stuffiness of the office can get to anyone. There was a scent of something in the air though and Coach Bruce's nose could pick up on something masculine.

"I noticed you have been playing a lot more aggressively and have really improved. Is the supplement working for ya? Feel any side effects? You have been taking it for a little bit now..."

Adrian shrugged. "I've.... Gained a little weight." His cheeks flushed, as he idly rubbed his stomach. "And.... uh..." He chewed on his lip, wondering how transparent he should be. "I've had a lot more.... Energy. For... uh... sexual activities." He looked away, embarrassed to say it out loud yet at the same time, his chest puffed out. He felt oddly proud with the declaration. "I've gotten... bigger too," he continued, voice dropping into a husky whisper, slowly raising his gaze to meet Coach's own, almost challengingly.

Coach Bruce raised an eyebrow. His heart skipped a bit in his chest. Adrian has been changing but it couldn't have been all because of RUT. The bull had seen Adrian working out just as often but maybe the workouts had just been harder? He did drop the personal trainer which was a strange thing to do but it didn't seem like Adrian was failing his workouts anymore.

"I can see you have definitely bulked up. It might be a side effect of your workouts," Coach Bruce said as he nervously tried to deflect away from the "sexual activities" part of Adrian's conversation but still eyed up the canine's bulk and the little stomach fluff coming out from under his hoodie. If Adrian mentioned sexual activity, was Bruce smelling cum? Coach Bruce shuddered at the thought. Not really at the fact that Adrian had cum on himself but the fact that Adrian seemed as if he wanted Bruce to know and enjoyed making him squirm. Bruce was thankful he didn't take RUT or he might be in a similar position as Adrian.

Adrian dug into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a protein bar. He had already gotten into the habit of bringing an entire box of them with him whenever he left his dorm just to satiate his endless hunger. He tossed it into his muzzle and spoke around the dry wafer as he spoke.

"Maybe? I've been fucking hungry so fucking much. Like I'm constantly bulking."

The akita stood, giving his gut a small shake and unintentionally flashing his half chub on his painted on pants. "This is certainly some of the weight I've gained," he chuckled as he let the hard bulk shake slightly.

Coach Bruce blushed as he looked at the combination of both belly and hard muscle wobble before his eyes. The bull coughed. "I uhh....I am glad it is working out for ya, Adrian! You seem like you are a totally different player on the field and right now, heh. You must have gotten some new confidence."

For Bruce, there was a flash of memory back to the showers when the akita was washing down. The rolling muscle beneath the akita's fur and the mixture of dirty bulk combined with raw power that now laid within the canine. It was like raw sinew had just built itself overnight.

"Ya!" Adrian yipped happily, tail wagging. "I didn't get a shower before I left so if there is nothing else Coach, I'm gonna clean up real quick before practice." He jerked his thumb towards the door, briefly exposing his pit and the pungent musk that escaped.

Coach managed to stifle his moan and opted to just shake his head in response. "Sweet!" Adrian yipped once more before leaving the office, a spring in his step. His heart was soaring; the praise from Coach was doing wonders for his confidence. He felt absolutely full of energy. Taking just enough time to not completely rip his clothes as he disrobed, he popped a RUT pill in his muzzle and headed into the shower.

Coach Bruce watched the door close and gave a sigh of relief. His brow was sweating and he was breathing deep. There was something coming over him and his subconscious was slowly picking up on it. The sound of the pumps that ran through the locker and into his office came on which told him that Adrian was now in the shower. Bruce grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down to look at his erection in his pristine white jockstrap. Well, it would have been pristine if precum wasn't actively pooling at the tip of his cock. What was he thinking? Students were bound to come in for practice in about fifteen minutes but Bruce couldn't stop his mind and heart from racing.

It beat loudly in his chest and in his ears. It was like he couldn't think about anything else. What he didn't know was the office was like a musk sauna. Adrian's sweat had evaporated and filled the air with his hormones which were actively filling Coach Bruce's lungs and going straight to his cock. The bull wasn't thinking straight at all. His eyes were glazed over as he reached his hand into his jock and started to roll his balls around in the palm of his hand. He felt the way they flopped over his palm and took up most of the space there. They had a nice, hearty weight to them.

Bruce then felt up along his shaft and openly shivered. His hand moved across his shaft and he groaned out in his office. The moan was so low and vibrant that it almost turned into a loud moo. There was hardly anything holding him back. If Coach Bruce wanted, he could tug one out before anyone showed-

The sound of the locker room door opened and there were several paws that hit the concrete floor. Shuffling, murmuring, and excited chitter-chatter filled the locker room and Bruce growled. For once, he was upset that his players were early and pulled the jock over his hard cock and then the sweatpants right up over his hard and needy member. His carnal needs would have to wait.

Adrian's palm slapped his teammates as he moved, fully naked, towards his locker. In such a short time, his relationship with his teammates had turned completely around. The other guys gave him hearty slaps on the ass and asked him how he was feeling and if he was ready for the big game. Coach hadn't announced who was starting but everyone was already convinced he would be on the defensive starting team. Adrian dressed himself accordingly. He pulled on his jersey and his own jockstrap. He used to wear compression shorts but they just didn't have the same feeling as a nice, snug jockstrap did and they framed his ass well enough now. Adrian was starting to enjoy it.

The door to Coach Bruce's office opened and Adrian's nose flared, automatically turning towards the Coach. He recognized the scent. He had been bathing in it so much in the last few days, he couldn't mistake it. Pre. He cocked his head towards Coach, eyes slowly scanning down till he caught sight of the heavy bulge. Slowly, he licked his chops and robotically tugged on his bulge. Only the heavy clap on his back broke the spell and drew his attention away as Coach blew a short chime of his whistle.

The person behind Adrian was the croc, who had a grin on his face. His eyes looked down at Adrian groping himself and he shrugged. The canine didn't seem too bothered by it and neither did the croc so Adrian continued idly groping himself. There were some more curious glances over to Adrian as more saw the dog openly groping himself.

"Alright all. Here's the first thing on our agenda. I want all of you to run a mile around campus. Same route through the quad as before. Next, I want offense to practice drills for snaps and running plays while I want defense to work on tackling and stopping a QB. Let's get ready to fucking go! We got some Eagles to beat!"

There were several whoops and cheers as the rest of the locker room quickly got changed and ready for a critical practice. Jerseys were quickly thrown over heads and padding was put on with a brisk pace. Players ran out of the locker room and onto the field before taking off towards the center of campus. Adrian was almost leading the pack. For an offensive lineman, he was supposed to be behind everyone else but his bravado was soaring through the roof. His cock wobbled in his shorts as he ran and his balls swayed in the loose material of the gym shorts. The massive bulge he had was no coincidence. The akita was thinking about the Coach again just like all of his jerk off sessions now. He never thought about sex very much but Bruce was a very special case. Adrian grinned.

The run was a success. Adrian came to a stop full of energy with his tail wagging, ready for tackling drills. Coach Bruce had already set up dummies for them to work with and the bull instructed each and every one of them through the drills. The akita tackled the dummies with enough force to almost knock them off their hinges. Bruce was dumbstruck as the canine practically dragged the dummy along with him. Each muscle in the canine was tense and flexing. There was hardly any room in the jersey for all of it to go and the rest of the lineman cheered as Adrian gave a cocky flex.

"H-holy shit, Adrian! Nice work!" Coach Bruce said with a surprised smirk.

The compliment went straight to Adrian's dick. It pulsed and a gush of pre soaked his already sopping wet jock. The thrill of the complement spurred him on further. After resetting the dummies, he charged, letting out a primal howl as he crashed into the dummy. Metal groaned before the bolts were sheared free. There were gasps and cheers from the defensive team, which quickly spread to the offensive team further down field.

Adrina stood and cradled the crushed dummy in his arms. After only a moment's hesitation, he raised it above his head and howled in celebration before spiking it to the ground. He basked in the attention and praise, heart soaring. He was top of the world again. Everything felt right in the world.

Well almost everything.

Adrian had a very noticeable wet spot right in his shorts. It wasn't easy to see but the dripping from his right shorts leg was. The jockstrap that was holding onto his member could barely keep all of the fluid in and Coach Bruce saw it all from the sidelines. The blush he had was so red that he could be mistaken for a strawberry. His own cock throbbed in his sweatpants, however. The rest of the players did not pay it much mind and huddled around Adrian and congratulated him. It was insane that the akita could even lift that much to begin with. Maybe he was dirty bulking more than usual...

Either way, Coach Bruce blew his whistle. "Adrian, I would like a word. The rest of you continue with drills."

Adrian's head swiveled towards Coach. He pushed through the crowd of teammates as they started to disperse back to their own drills. He jogged over and his tongue hung out of his muzzle as his tail whipped behind him. Adrian was still riding the high which was evident by the fact he was practically vibrating. "What's up Coach?" He asked eagerly as he reached Coach's side.

Coach Bruce chuckled and shook his head. He placed a paw right on Adrian's right shoulder and opened his mouth to say something but paused. There was clear muscle forming there. Nothing like what Adrian had before. He cleared his throat.

"I love what you are doing but please go easy on the dummies. Don't throw them off their hinges. Remember, the school pays for those," Coach Bruce said but not without a celebratory tap on Adrian's shoulder.

Adrian shrugged his shoulders in an 'aw shucks' gesture. "Sorry Coach. I'll be gentler next time." His muzzle split into a self-confident smirk. His arms raised and he flexed his biceps. He held the pose for a few moments, long enough for Coach to admire Adrian's physique before he winked and rushed off back to his drills. 'Oh yeah. Coach was totally checking me out,' he thought to himself with a self confident smirk. He let out a bark, drawing the defensive team back from their idle chatter and towards the drills they were supposed to be doing. Even his voice carried a natural commanding quality now.

The rest of the practice carried on without a hitch. Well, besides Adrian's clear bravado. There was hardly anything being held back by the akita now. He was running drills, commanding his team, and being a leader. It was a complete 180 from the shy and self-conscious canine from before.

Eventually, the team shuffled back to the locker room. It was an exhausting day for all of them. Coach Bruce had his clipboard of plays ready and he was hellbent on taking the Columbia Eagles on by storm. At least their offensive line would be ready and able.

Lockers were slammed shut and idle chit chat gave way to goodbyes. Players were beginning to shuffle out but some stayed to shower. There were always some hijinks there to account for. The piping along his office walls was still in full swing but something was telling him to stick around and maybe even shower off. Maybe it was the sweat underneath his sweats or the fact that his jock was stained with pre and he needed to wash it off. Adrian, the damn dog, had teased him so much during practice that he thought he would burst. It was not only taboo but dangerous. It was clear that Adrian was out for him....for some reason. Coach Bruce didn't even realize the dog was gay.

The bull grumbled and stripped off his shirt and threw it to the side. It landed with a dull thump in his office. The pipes were starting to not sound as full which indicated there was only one or two people left.

"Ahh well. I have seen them naked. Might as well shower down myself."

Before the bull could even reach the shower, a scent caught his nose. It drew him in like a siren's call. A locker hung half-open. Adrian's. The dog's jock hung half out of the locker and it was clearly tossed in carelessly.

Coach jumped when he heard the sound of another locker closing. "See ya Coach!" A player waved over his shoulder. The showers were still running. Adrian was clearly still inside. He shouldn't. It's unethical.

But another part of him told him to take a peek. Just...out of curiosity.

"Mmmm hmm," he managed to say out loud as the last player left the locker room. Coach Bruce moved almost hypnotically towards the locker and the open gym bag. His prime nose could smell what was inside. It was so wrong for him to do but he decided to just take a peek. After all, one couldn't hurt, right?

Adrian's duffel bag was opened and the contents were right in paw's reach. It was all displayed out as if an art display and Coach Bruce was the main viewer. The bull looked to his right and then his left. He made sure he was completely alone and that the water in the shower area was still going. He could not believe he was about to rummage through a player's things but....

Coach Bruce reached into the bag. He felt across deodorant sticks and shampoo and even a phone but then found what he was looking for. With one yank, he pulled out the akita's jockstrap. It was practically in tatters. How did the canine even wear the thing? Half the pouch was ripped and the leg straps looked like they were barely holding on. The smell nearly made Coach Bruce's eyes roll back in his skull. He never thought of himself as gay but when he put the jock up to his muzzle and the pouch flipped right over his nose, he knew that he didn't want to be anywhere else. The smell went straight from his mind down to his cock and the half-naked bull immediately got hard in his shorts.

"F-fuck...." Coach Bruce mooed out softly as he took another long huff from the dirty underwear. The mixture of sweat and cotton and the light scent of detergent and turf sent little spasms through his mind. Coach Bruce thought his mind was going to crack as he continued to sniff the article of underwear lewdly.

The wet plops of heavy paws on concrete filled the air and there was the mechanical turn of the shower shutting off. Adrian walked around the bend. He was still largely wet as he slowly toweled off. He let out an annoyed 'tsk' at the half-hard chub he was sporting. He didn't want to jerk off with all the guys in the shower but now he was all clean too.

He stopped, staring at the strangest (hottest!?) sight. Coach Bruce, stuffing his sweat and pre soaked jock into his muzzle. A clear outline of an erection straining his jock enough he could see the thick, veiny root of it. He was frozen; all the teasing he had thrown Coach's way during practice was just for fun. He didn't think he was actually into him! His semi-chub rapidly grew into a full blown erection and slapped his belly with a meaty thwap.

All the while, Coach was lost in his own world, shoving the jock into his muzzle and huffing loudly. Bruce tugged at his cock through his jock and let out slutty moos.

Adrian smirked. Something compelled him and he shuffled back around the wall of lockers. He partially reentered the showers before turning around and strolling back, whistling loudly and obviously.

Coach Bruce paused but was in such an awkward crouching position that he could only look over his shoulder with his hand still firmly shoved down into his sweatpants. His eyes went wide when he saw Adrian standing there with a full smirk right on his face.

"F-fuck!"

Coach Bruce stumbled and fell forward into the lockers. He stood up slowly from his position and turned around. He tore the jockstrap away from his nose and put it down near his side. He was blushing. It was a hard, red blush and it gave away how fucked he was. Meanwhile, the hard member that bobbed and slapped up against Adrian's abs pulled Coach Bruce in like nothing else. The musk that radiated from it was like the jockstrap but more potent even after the shower. What had gotten into Adrian? No matter, he was in deep shit.

"A-Adrian! I-...ummmm...."

Bruce could not find the words he was looking for. He was so fired. There was no doubt that he would receive harsh punishment and even maybe end up on some college blacklist somewhere. There would be no coming back from it.

And yet, Coach Bruce could not keep himself from being hard. He was so painfully erect that he thought most of his blood from his brain must have went straight to his dick.

Adrian strode forward with a swagger in his step. His cock wagged and his strut swayed his hips. He stopped inches from their cocks batting against each other. "Smell something you like, Bruce?" He growled low and looked up at the highland bull. He crossed his arms which forced his pecs to push out under his arms as he smirked up at the blushing older man. The look was challenging as if asking Bruce to do something.. Adrian's hips rolled forward and his pointed tip brushed against the heavy bulge before him.

When Adrian pushed his cock right up against his own bulge, Coach Bruce gulped. He had no idea what to say in the situation. He would be extra fired if any of his superiors caught any wind from it. Even if Adrian was the one that initiated, the blame would still fall on him since he was the superior.

"A-Adrian...we shouldn't d-do this..." Coach Bruce stuttered. Adrian smirked and rolled his hips to make Bruce step back and push right up against the lockers. The bull's cock throbbed and there was a burst of musk right up into Bruce's face. The jockstrap scent was still strong on his nose and the pheromones were working into his brain. He wanted Adrian so bad deep down in his subconscious. Something primal was tearing at him to just let go but his rational side was still oppressing what he truly wanted. No, what he truly needed.

The akita's smirk only grew wider as he stepped forward and Adrian did not give Bruce any breathing room. "Why not? You're clearly enjoying huffing my jock."

Adrian slammed his left hand on the locker which blocked off one avenue of escape. He leaned forward and pushed his cock against Bruce's bulge. His right traced down the bull's chest and teased the heavy mounds of meat and Bruce's belly as it traced down.

"You're so hard, Bruce. Such a naughty coach. That's an athlete's jockstrap." His tone was playful and teasing. Adept fingers slid around the hem of Bruce's sweatpants and tugged at them gently. "Is that what gets your rocks off? Huffing young athlete's jocks? Just a pervy coach?" The sweatpants were tugged over Bruce's turgid cock, letting the pants slip and the bull's hefty member to fall free. A meaty paw wrapped around the base of the heavy cock and squeezed firmly.

"Is that it, Bruce?"

Coach Bruce said nothing as his cock was being openly stroked. He should have reprimanded the student and pulled away. He should have then went back to his office and called the athletic dean that he was stepping down from his position immediately. Instead though, he sat right up against the cool locker and started to thrust openly into the soft paw of his linebacker. It was so wrong but everything felt wonderful. From the way Adrian's soft paw stroked along the base of his cock and up to the head to give it a squeeze to the care Adrian took in rolling Bruce's balls in his palm, it all felt amazing.

Coach Bruce had not had time to get off in weeks. He had been too busy with games, administration work, and then working at home. Then there was his sexuality. He had never thought of himself as completely straight but he never dared try with another man but here felt different. The musk entered his head and played with his thoughts. It made things feel so right and so good that part of Bruce wondered why he was so hesitant in the first place.

He could get away with it if he wanted.

That forbidden thought felt so wrong to even utter in the safe comfort of his mind but Bruce was thinking it. He could talk to Adrian afterwards. They would have their fun and that would be it. After all, Adrian seemed so into it and he was so hot.

Everything about Adrian was wrong but the hand around his cock felt just right. He thrust in again and looked away from Adrian but the akita grabbed the bottom of his chin and gently moved his face back to his. Bruce's balls lightly tapped against the bottom of Adrian's paw as his cock was stroked and Bruce could not help but give a light moan. The reservations that he had started to melt away and Bruce still clutched onto Adrian's tattered jock in his right paw.

"Bruce..." Adrian said huskily and eyes half-lidded. "Grab my cock."

Bruce's hand came out before his brain had time to process, wrapping his hand around Adrian's cock.

"Good boy." The words rolled out of Adrian's muzzle automatically. Adrian rocked his hips into Bruce's palm as Bruce did the same to his. They rocked together and see-sawed back and forth.

"Feels good doesn't it?" Adrian smirked. He had no idea what he was doing. The canine was running on pure instinct. "You've got a nice dick. Thick. How's my cock? As good as you were hoping?" He growled softly Adrian's voice was so low that it was nearly a whisper.

"F-fuck...Adrian..."

Bruce's head was a fog. He couldn't think straight as he felt the akita's huge cock rub right up against his body. The member felt so thick in his hands and he couldn't help but squeeze it. The bull gave a gasp when it hardly yielded. The feeling of the turgid maleness not yielding in his mitt but instead thrusting up along it was electrifying. The amount of pre that was left on the bull's palm only added to the lewd sounds of grunts, gasps, and heavy breaths coming from the dog. The pants of warm air brushed against Bruce's face and the bull could only bask in them.

Everything was so hot to touch. From the cock in his hands to the body pressed against his, heat was radiating out into the space.

"God, Adrian. I need it. I don't know why I f-feel so warm," Coach Bruce finally admitted as his hips rolled and pushed back needfully against the akita. The canine didn't quite know why he was feeling so pent up either but the RUT was working its magic. The pheromones that clouded the air and their noses went straight up towards their brain to vaporize in each of their bloodstreams and be pumped straight through their bodies. Every breath, grind, sweat bead, and splat of pre cum was lined with pheromones and hormones meant to only enhance their reaction together and they were both basking in it.

With a smirk, Adrian raised his arm. The thick fluff of his pit poofed out. Fresh sweat was already soaking the fur. He gripped the back of Bruce's head and pulled him down and shoved his muzzle into the crevice. Clamping down his arm, Adrian trapped Bruce's muzzle in the musky pit.

"There. All you can ever ask for," he growled, chuckling as his pecs flexed against the side of Coach's head. The bull's tongue started lapping at the fur, sucking sweat straight from the source. Adrian's muzzle split into a self-satisfied smile. "Damn, Coach, you are a pervy fuck."

Coach Bruce did not respond. He was too busy slamming his tongue into every area he could in the akita's pits. They were still sweaty from the practice. Even with the shower, Adrian's musk still came through in spades. It was like being hit by a brick wall. The tingle on his tongue mixed with the rush of musk right at his nose was a one-two punch that did not let up. Coach Bruce moaned openly now and stroked himself carefully. Adrian shook his head , however and pushed away Bruce's paw from his cock. The bull gave a huff.

"Nope. You only get off if I say you do, Coach," Adrian barked and lifted up his other arm. Coach Bruce was given a moment of clarity and clean air but when he saw the other pit and the way sweat practically glistened on the fur, Bruce dived right in without reprieve. Adrian smiled.

"That's a good boy," the dominate canine said and his tongue rolled out of his muzzle. His tail wagged openly behind him which thumped excitedly against the base of the bench. Bruce was lost in the musk. His cock throbbed angrily between his legs but he obeyed the akita's orders. It leaked down onto the concrete floor and mixed with Adrian's own pre which liberally ran like an unwatched tap. Both of their balls practically rolled between their legs.

The cocky canine let the bull clean his other pit for a minute or two before he pulled him back, yanking him by the horn. Coach Bruce's eyes were fluttering and his tongue was out of his muzzle. Saliva was all over his face and he smelled like sweat and pits.

"Damn, you're thirsty," Adrian snickered. His fingers gripped Coach's shirt at the neck and yanked which ripped it in two.. "Fucking hell, Bruce, you've got some fucking tits!"

Adrian squeezed Bruce's pecs hard and felt the strong muscle under the soft padding Bruce had developed. His thumbs rubbed the thick nipples. "You'd look great with piercings," he commented idly as he rubbed and massaged the meaty dinner plates.

Coach Bruce looked up at Adrian with a blissful look on his face. He never had someone play with his pecs so much or call them tits. When the akita's thumbs brushed across Coach Bruce's nipples, the bull's body shivered and his cock jumped.

"On your knees," Adrian commanded. He stepped back and grabbed the base of his cock just behind the knot. "I'm gonna fuck your tits."

"Y-yes sir," Coach Bruce said without thinking. He had never been around such a dominant man before and to be used like a common whore was actually so hot. Coach Bruce kneeled on the floor of the locker room. His tail flicked excitedly behind him as the akita maneuvered into position. The mouth watering, musk producing cock was right in front of Coach Bruce's face and inches away. Adrian brought his paw out and used his other paw to slap the cock right up against his open palm. There was no way he was this cocky before. Coach Bruce was so turned on that he didn't care to think about it. This was Adrian now; the go-getting linebacker from Greenville who takes what he wants. Right now, the only thing Adrian desired was the hot bull kneeling on the floor and Coach Bruce did not want it any other way.

Adrian grabbed Bruce's hands by the wrist. He placed them on the side of each of Bruce's pecs. "Squeeze," he said briefly as he lined up his cock. The thick meat slid along the deep valley just as the bull complied. The beefy pecs enveloped the cock and the dog hissed. His eyes slammed shut and he froze for just a moment. The muscle squeezed around Adrian's cock and hugged it. It was like it was being enveloped by a warm, soft fleshlight and Adrian wanted more.

When his eyes flung open, there was a wild look to them. Adrian's arms shot out and grabbed hold of each of Bruce's horns. Using them like handlebars, he started bucking his hips violently and pushed his cock along the bull's pecs. His nuts slapped against Bruce's lower chest with each thrust. He was panting heavily, thrusting wildly like a mad dog.

"Gotta fuck. Gotta cum," he growled, low and guttural. Each thrust pushed the cock further and further up Bruce's chest and his cocktip dumped pre like a faucet. The bull was too lost in lust to notice Adrian's cock was beginning to move higher and higher up his chest.. Soon, the tip was pushing against Bruce's throat.

Adrian paused and his hips pulled back on the downswing of his thrust. He yanked Bruce's head down and forced Bruce's chin downward. The bull gasped, not prepared for the sudden shift and Adrian slammed home and his pointed cockhead dived right into the gasping muzzle. He returned to his same frantic pace and used Bruce's pecs and muzzle for his own pleasure.

Just like with the hand job earlier, the pre acted like lube. Adrian slickened up his pecs and the added saliva from Bruce's muzzle only helped to add more pleasure and less friction. Bruce tried to moan as his pecs were used and abused. He reached up to pinch and flick his nipples much like what Adrian was doing before and Bruce gave a low moan which only served to reverberate right through Adrian's cock when he thrusted in. Bruce's knees were soaked with pre and his belly, chest, and muzzle were now drenched in both precum and musk. It was electrifying. Coach Bruce could only hold on and the fact that his body was reducing Adrian down to primal urges only made him want to serve more. More than anything else in that moment, Bruce wanted to feel useful. Luckily, Bruce was going to get rewarded for his usefulness.

"Adrian....mmmmph....gluuuurk...." Coach Bruce tried to get out before a cock was shoved into his muzzle and popped right out again. "P-please, shoot all over me. You can even finish down my t-throat."

Coach Bruce didn't know what he was saying. Only moments ago, he would have been terrified at what he was doing with his student but now he was loving it. In his lust driven fog, he wished he could do this every day. He would want nothing more than to serve the hunk of muscle in front of him until all his needs were met.

The dog could not respond. He was a beast stuck in a rut. He didn't need Bruce's permission. He was going to fill that muzzle with cum whether Bruce wanted it or not. Adrian jammed his hips upwards as he yanked Bruce down by the horns. Half of his cock, a hearty 13 inches, slipped into the bull's throat.

They froze like this. Adrian was teetering on the edge. Chest heaving, each huge lungful of air puffing out his chest, before exhaling. The moment was brief but Adrian noted how much air he could take in now. It was never as large as it was at that moment. One final gale of air filled his lungs before he let out a howl. It started low, his nuts gurgling audibly. As the pitch raised, the tidal wave started. Thick, viscous gobs of musky cum shot directly down Bruce's throat. It quickly threatened to overwhelm the bull and Bruce's eyes bulged as the lack of air was starting to pierce through the haze. Adrian's whole body shook and his grip loosening as he spasmed. The thick, red doggie cock slipped from the bull's muzzle as Adrian teetered on his paws and he sprayed wild arcs of cum all over the kneeling bull.

It lasted over a minute. Neither could count the number of shots. Both were too lost to the sexual bliss of the moment to even think to do so. Bruce's reddish-orange fur was stained white from his head to his belly. Only his ass and lower back were spared the fresh coat.

Adrian stumbled backwards. The haze was slowly starting to clear. "Clean yourself up," he huffed out. There was a moment where Adrian acknowledged the mess he had made before he inevitably turned away to focus on his own needs. Snatching his stuff from his locker, he pulled the hoodie on, growling slightly at how tight it was and how much the sweat made his fur feel weird under the heavy fabric. He didn't bother with a jock and stuffed his thick quads into stretchy athletic pants that let his ridiculous bulge be seen by any who looked for more than a few seconds.

He walked past the still prone bull, stopped, and turned slightly and kicked the jockstrap that started it all towards the kneeling, cum-covered bovine.

"Keep it. As a reminder whose bitch you are," Adrian said with a smirk and pulled his gear over his shoulder before heading out the door.

Coach Bruce was left on the locker room floor in a puddle of fluids. Most of them were Adrian's but not all. The precum that flowed liberally from Coach Bruce's cock joined the reservoir between the bull's legs. Fresh air from around the locker room flowed freely into the bull's lungs and Bruce's chest heaved and relaxed.

Each muscle on Coach Bruce's body was covered in Adrian's cum which still held all the musk right in it. It was like Bruce was marinating in manliness. The satisfied moo that escaped his lips when he wrapped his right hand around his cock was a display of how hot he was feeling. His left hand managed to reach out and grab the soaked jock that Adrian kicked towards him. Bruce stuffed the athletic wear right up against his nose and took a long huff. The pheromones that the cloth was covered in flooded his lungs and sent a surge of pleasure right into his brain. Bruce's hand started to move faster and more frantically. The bull mooed openly and the whole locker room echoed with his moans of desperation.

Bruce's balls rolled between his legs. If Bruce had not been focused on getting Adrian off, he would have been touching himself throughout the whole affair. It was so wrong. He wasn't married but Bruce never had any relations with a player before but Adrian was so damn hot. Everything about the canine was different now. His muscles, his demeanor, and even his skills out on the field. Adrian's smell was different too. Bruce took a long huff of the jock again and he thought that he would have a stroke.

"Mmmmmf....gurphhhh....mmmmmmf!" Bruce said through muffled breaths. His body started to shake and flex. Bruce's heart pounded in his chest as it pumped precious, fresh oxygen around to his muscles. The gushing and squelching of Bruce's hand across his lubed cock was reflective of the mess surrounding him and Bruce knew he would have to play the role of impromptu janitor to prevent the actual cleaning staff from figuring out what happened.

Bruce could only think about one thing as his climax rushed over him, though. He thought about Adrian's fat cock spearing inside of him and spreading him open. He had never had such gay, perverse thoughts before. Sure, he thought about the occasional grope in the locker room or maybe a bit of a blowjob but nothing as perverted as getting dominated by another dude.

"F-fuck me Adrian...p-please," Coach Bruce whispered to an empty locker room. Bruce's balls then jumped up and soon the locker room had an extra smell to savor. Bruce's load shot from his cock and went right into the puddle below him. If Bruce wasn't in total bliss, he would have probably counted the number of thick shots of cum that streaked across the concrete floor to join Adrian's puddle. The addition, although large for Bruce, was nothing compared to what was already there. Twelve shots of bull jizz were welcomed into the rest of the puddle and Bruce relaxed. His body visibly grew less tense and he sighed. The air still had the pheromones and sweat traveling through it but it did not affect Bruce as much as it did earlier.

Bruce blinked and took in the surroundings around him.

"Oh. Oh my God...."

Bruce stood up but not without his legs shaking. He leaned against the lockers and his mind thought back to how everything started. Through heavy pants, Bruce started to hatch a plan to clean up the mess before him. As quietly as possible, the bull snuck to one of custodian closets that was pushed off into the corner of the locker room. Wordlessly, Bruce brought the mop and bucket back and started the cleaning process. The soap and strong detergent used in the cleaning supplies quickly cut through the musk that hung in the room and gave Bruce a moment of clarity.

And Bruce immediately started to think about how he was going to hide the fact he had sex with a student. His moves would have to be careful. He would need to really think about his next plot. It wasn't that Adrian said he would spill anything but maybe he would use it as blackmail? Coach Bruce's mind started to spin about all the situations that could happen. Before he panicked too much, he took a deep breath. He would see how Adrian would act the next few days. Their big match was coming up. It was just a one time fling. It could blow over, right?

Coach Bruce, naked and a bit nervous, finished cleaning up the rest of the mess as best as he could and called it a day. He quickly showered, dressed himself, and walked out into the now dark parking lot and hopped into his car. One thing was for certain, he was going to have a strong drink to relax, sit back, and prepare as best as possible for the upcoming game. He still had that to look forward to at least.

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Adrian and Bruce avoided one another like the plague. Even during the critical practice a day before the match, Adrian had toned down his bravado and aggression, playing almost like everything was made of glass. He left the practice as soon as Bruce called it, rushing straight from the field.

Bruce couldn't help notice that Adrian had not stopped growing since their fateful encounter. Nor the regrettable boner from watching the hulking akita move.

The akita sighed. He couldn't avoid Bruce forever and they had the big game tonight. They had to talk about...what happened. He held his phone delicately in his paw; he had grown so much he couldn't miss it anymore and the smart phone looked like a children's toy in his mitts. The screen was cracked and a half-typed message on Bruce's text thread sat. He clicked the button on the side and the digital assistant chirped to life.

"Text Bruce, Coach," he rumbled. The phone gave a brief, neutral note in response. "Alright. What's the message?" The pleasant soft tone of the digital assistant asked.

"Bruce we gotta talk," he started. His throat swelled, stopping all further words. After a few seconds, the voice read the short message back and asked innocently. "Would you like to send?"

Adrian sat there, staring at the message through the cracked glass. The grip on his phone slowly tightened. His brow was damp with sweat. "Yes." A shot of panic ran through him, his grip tightening. "Sending." Sounded just before the harsh crunch of the cell phone being mangled by his massive mitts.

"Fuck," He breathed unceremoniously as his heart thundered in his chest and the fragments of what was his phone fell towards the floor.

The bull was probably back at home and enjoying his time off. Maybe relaxing or lounging at his pool. He always did like to take a swim after practice. Bruce really did make more money than most coaches of his age but part of Adrian's mind started to wonder. What did Bruce look in a tight little thong or maybe a speedo? The dog's right mitt started to wander in between his legs.

Adrian was depressed enough that he did not feel like showering. The game tomorrow felt as if it didn't matter. There were more important things hanging over his head now and swirling around in his thoughts. Adrian whimpered. The boner between his legs was still right at attention but he could not stomach pawing himself off. Not with the threat of being expelled or worse. Getting Bruce in serious trouble would help him now but would it help him in the long run? Would he just be known as the gay little dog that fucked his way to the top? His whole football career could be damaged by their little trist.

And then there is the case if Bruce kept quiet. It was a much more sustainable strategy. Perhaps the akita could convince Bruce to not tell faculty or report it. Their dirty secret would die with them. Adrian did not realize how much time had passed until it was dark outside his dorm window. Even the light in his room was off. Adrian stripped naked. It felt so natural compared to the constriction of clothes nowadays. His body was hulking, massive, and constantly leaking but none of it bothered the canine anymore. It was part of him now. Or maybe, it was the fact he just didn't notice anymore.

Adrian turned over and fell into a restless slumber at a time unknown to him and his mind played strategies in his head even within the solitude of the dream world.

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Harsh, iridescent lights beamed down on the fake green turf of the football field. Dirt had already been torn from the ground and stomped into mud due to the rain in the afternoon. Luckily, the downpour had slowed to a drizzle but the game went on. Greenville vs Columbia; a rivalry as old as time itself. Or so it felt like.

It was after halftime. There was still about ten minutes remaining in the quarter. Bodies slammed against bodies and Greenville had the ball. If a student of Greenville college would have attended, they would have seen a close game in the beginning. Columbia in their proud blue and white uniforms started with the ball and ended up scoring and getting the extra point but then Greenville responded. With Adrian out front, the offensive line was nearly unstoppable. Adrian's man on the opponent's side could not get past the wall of sinew that was the akita. He was nearly pushed right off his feet with each play and Bruce had to convince Adrian to lay off.

The defense were so pumped by the display that they started to feed off of Adrian's energy. Or so it seemed. What was really happening was the akita had a very nice, fragrant musk that he came into contact with just about everyone on the sidelines.

And by now, the score was reflective of that. Even as the opposing defensive team was starting to benefit from Adrian's residual benefits, it was far too late. Greenville had a resounding 28 point lead going into the fourth quarter and the team was riding high. And Adrian was bored. Whatever focus he had early on in the game had crumbled under the complete non-challenge. Even his half-assed effort now was still enough to stonewall the defense and give his teammates more than enough room to further broaden their commanding lead.

When the final buzzer rang, the quarter coming to a close, and Greenville finishing with their strongest game ever, Adrian just trudged off the field. What did it matter? Coach Bruce wouldn't even look at him during the pre-game prep talk and ran around avoiding him till the game started. They needed to talk... and he couldn't wait anymore. He moved into the locker room though he could hear the raucous calls of his celebrating teammates behind him. They wouldn't have privacy till the rest of the team had cleared out.

So, with a sigh, he gently eased himself onto the bench. He had learned that his excessive bulk made most furniture far more brittle. It groaned under his ass cheeks and he watched, bored, as his teammates filtered into the locker room.

The locker room was abuzz with activity. Each of Adrian's teammates were lively after the absolute defeat of their rival and many of them made their way to the shower. Some of them slapped Adrian on the back while walking through and the locker mate next to Adrian even decided to talk to him for a bit but the words were a blur. To Adrian, it was like going through the motions. The one thing that the akita wanted was for everyone to leave so he could talk to the coach. Speaking of, the bull came into the locker room grinning from ear to ear.

"We beat the Columbia Eagle bastards today! Excellent defensive strategy Kowalski and good work on those kicks, Stevens. We will continue practice on Monday," Coach Bruce said and his eyes fell on Adrian who gave him a quick glance.

Coach Bruce clicked his tongue. "Anyway, I'll keep this talk short. Get showered up and head on home." The bull did not skip a beat; he opened the door to his office and quickly shuffled inside. The light of the office turned on and streamed out between the blinds of the small office window.

Several people whooped and others were simply ready to take their leave. With the people remaining, they simply chatted, cleaned up, dressed, and went on their way. Eventually, the pitter patter of paws and hooves eventually ceased and a naked, sweaty, and somewhat irritated Adrian was left sitting on the bench bouncing his leg.

Adrian sat for a few more minutes after the last teammate left. He wanted to be sure that no one was around to hear Coach and his conversation or butt in. He stood up and took a few hesitant steps towards Coach Bruce's office before pausing. Maybe he should put on something. If he wanted to look like he wasn't trying to repeat the last mistake, walking in fully naked would give the wrong idea.

At the same time, getting dressed was an absolute pain. Instead, he opted for a towel. He wrapped the largest towel around his waist, silently cursing that his ass was still largely out, the two ends tied just barely above the base of his curled tail.

Once more, he stepped up to the office door. He inhaled slowly, holding his breath. The massive mit came up, hovering over the wood. He paused and held his position just before the door for several long moments. Thoughts flew through his mind and he wondered if he would truly be up to the task. Would Bruce really talk to him about this? He had to. His job was on the line. With renewed vigor, Adrian's knuckles wrapped on the wood before he lost his nerve.

"Coach? We need to talk." He forced his voice to be neutral and hide the tremble he could feel in his throat.

He waited. At first he didn't hear anything; no response at all. His ears twitched and he tilted his head and honed in his hearing. Coach Bruce was definitely saying something, but even his canine hearing couldn't figure it out. He brought his fist up to knock once more when the door gently eased open, the long ignored latch having not fully caught when the bull had retreated inside earlier. Adrian could hear, much more clearly, what his coach was saying.

They were almost incomprehensible except for a couple of syllables. Syllables that were given in more of a long moan rather than anything else. The catch though was it was a couple of words familiar to Adrian and they made the canine pause for a moment as he ducked and made his way inside of the tiny office.

"F-fuck me."

The voice wasn't loud but it certainly wasn't reserved. What was causing the sound was something more spectacular. Adrian's eyes widened but part of him wasn't surprised at all. Coach Bruce was busy riding a medium-sized dildo that was slapped onto the center of his desk and he was going to town on it. His hips worked and moved, old sweat dried on his fur, and new sweat dripped liberally. It rolled between his pecs and along his abs. It even dripped down his balls and onto the floor. Muscles flexed and rolled underneath Bruce's fur as well and the dildo barely bent as Bruce's ass slammed down onto the knot again and again. It looked squishy and comfortable enough but clearly Bruce was enjoying it. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head.

All attempts at modesty were lost. Adrian's cock rocketed to life, tearing the measly towel away and draping the fabric across it like a lean-to. He stared, brain slowly processing the sight, sounds and smells before him. He wanted to step in. He wanted to take over, show the bull what a real cock was like. To fold the bull in half and then blow a load so deep inside him that it would never come out.

But instead, he resisted. He remained rooted. Finally, he spoke. "We need to talk," his voice rumbled and it came out deeper and more commanding than he was attempting. "And don't you dare stop."

That second command came out almost automatically; he questioned the words as they formed on his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at the bull who was writhing in pleasure. To say Coach Bruce was startled would be an understatement. Adiran had caught him entirely by surprise and Coach Bruce had entirely bottomed out onto the pseudo dick.

Well, everything except the knot.

"A-ahhh....Adrian....f-fuck...ummm..."

Coach Bruce paused but only for a moment. What made him continue was the eyebrow raise from Adrian whose gaze only read "try me." Coach Bruce sheepishly kept riding the dildo, but not with nearly the same enthusiasm. Hestill rode with a good enough gumption to squeeze around the silicon with audible slicks and squelches, however.

"This...isn't what it looks like..."

"Really? It doesn't look like you're fucking yourself on a pathetic imitation of my cock and begging to be fucked?" he said with a teasing glare. His gaze was flat at the slowly bouncing bull. Adrian blinked and had a moment of clarity. What was he here about again? Ah, that's right.

"I wanted to talk to you 'bout... what happened." His confidence faltered a bit. "Clearly... I did not understand your position very well," he said with a little smirk. It lasted only a second. "I... I wanted to apologize. It's not an excuse, but it was like I couldn't control myself. I saw you... and I just had to have you. Like it felt right." His ears drooped, and shoulders dropped. The hulking dog was making himself vulnerable. "I am sorry."

Although the whole situation was a little ridiculous, Coach Bruce did feel a sharp pang of guilt. Not everything that Adrian was saying was his fault. It was true that they got wrapped up in their emotions but he was the one still squeezing his ass around a pseudo dildo right in the office.

Coach Bruce cleared his throat, but still kept his tail up and rode the dildo slow but needfully. It was exactly the same emotions that he felt before. Coach Bruce felt like he couldn't stop either.

"I understand where you are coming from, Adrian."

Coach Bruce did end up stopping his hips. He paused at the very tip. A deep, crimson blush crossed his cheeks. "I had no interest in guys really but something about you just turned me on at the time and it was embarrassing but I wanted it, too. I'm sorry if my silence was hard but I needed to process what happened and..."

Bruce's tail flicked and rubbed right against the base of the dildo. "I made a few purchases for my own exploration."

Bruce had no explanation as to why he was giving out so much information but he felt he and Adrian were connected somehow now. There was hardly any excuse to share such private thoughts and sexual fetishes with a player but he felt so free and open to share this with Adrian now. Adrian did cum all over him. He was owed a talk of where they would move forward at least.

"I see that," Adrian mused and suppressed a chuckle as he gazed at the slicked dildo. "I hadn't even thought of other guys before either. Before... the RUT." The dog's eyes widened, the pieces finally clicking together. "All this started when I started taking RUT!" He slammed his fist into his open palm. "Did you know this would happen!?" The giant dog pointed a finger at the bull, his tone urgent but not accusatory.

"No! I was going to take it before giving it to you but you just seemed like you needed SOMETHING so I gave you the pills," Coach Bruce said with a matter-of-factness to his voice. He frowned, plopped up off the dildo which left several strings of lube in its wake, and opened up the drawer to his desk to pull out the bottle. Carefully, he looked at the side effects but nothing was written down on the label besides a general warning that the product was not tested on animals in the lab. It was not like that changed from before.

"I mean, clearly it worked!" Bruce said as he looked Adrian over. "But should we take you off of them? I don't know why but part of me wonders if I've been horny and....surprisingly gay because of my contact with you."

"My... fantasies started focusing on other guys immediately after I took it." There was a pause. Adrian stroked his chin as he thought. "That... that does make sense." He wagged a finger as the pieces started coming together. "So I started having more gay fantasies and once you started... huffing my jock?" He posed. "Why did you start huffing my jock in the first place?"

"I-..."

Bruce thought back to when Adrian started to take RUT and how much Coach Bruce wanted him. Maybe he wanted his body or the bravado but either way the result still led to having sex in the middle of a public locker room.

"You know, I can't really say. I can say that it felt good and that I wanted it, though," Coach Bruce admitted but not without trailing off towards the end. Part of him wanted to go back to the dildo and see if he could get the knot in so he could finally cum. Ever since he was watching Adrian during the game, he had the need to stuff something up his-

Oh, there he went again.

The dog's nostrils flared. He could smell the need. "You want me right now," Adrian growled in a matter of fact way. "What did it? Was it my scent? Me playing on the field?" Slowly, he took steps forward, closing the distance between them. "Or have you still been desperate from when I left you in a pile of my own cum?" His muzzle split into a wide grin and his tongue lapped at his chops. His gaze was fixed solely on the bull's face and he seemed to take in the tiniest twitch of Bruce's features. Adrian read him like a book.

Bruce backed up against the desk until the dildo that he was just riding pushed up against his back. He gulped as Adrian looked him over much like a predator about to pounce on prey. In this situation though, Bruce could see the predator coming. Adrian's eyes were dilated, drool moved down his muzzle, and his muscles were on full display. Bruce could not stop his cock from jumping and throbbing between his legs. There was no amount of willpower that could have prevented the small gasp from coming from his muzzle. The fact that the dildo and his fantasies have revolved around the canine ever since he marked Bruce with his cum was only more evidence that he wanted Adrian more than anything.

"F-fuck...I don't quite k-know, stud," Bruce said with a quiver to his voice. His body was pinned now between the desk and the approaching akita.

"Well then." Adrian's voice was smooth and buttery and it practically slipped right into the bull's ears. "I suppose the 'why' doesn't matter so much as the results."

Adrian moved his massive paw. It reached out towards the bull. Bruce flinched, unsure what would happen, but he felt nothing. Cautiously opening an eye, he spied the canine pulling the dildo into his grasp. "This is your little experiment?" He rumbled and turned the slicked toy over in his paws with a clear frown of disappointment on his face. "Let's compare, shall we?" With a little flourish, Adrian tugged the towel away from his cock. He ate up Bruce's expression which was completely glued to his crotch as he lowered the toy and placed it alongside the top of his own cock.

It was no contest; the toy was a respectable 7 inches with a thick knot at the base. Adrian dwarfed it completely. The tip of the toy barely reached past the midpoint of Adrian's cock and the knot was almost imperceptibly thicker than Adrian's cock was near his own knot.

"Bruce," he rumbled. "I enjoyed it. I loved it so much, I couldn't wait to do it again. But I felt guilty." His tone was quiet and harsh but his desires burned and simmered inside much like coals in an open fire . "If you want... if we want..."

He trailed off. He ducked away from the statement. His shy side started to come through the haze of lust. He was left unable to complete the statement.

This time, Bruce was the one to walk forward. He placed a paw on Adrian's belly and held it there before looking into Adrian's eyes. His heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest any second. His breaths sounded more like urgent pants. He reached down and grasped Adrian's paws which were wrapped around the canine's cock and the dildo. Even the weight of the two was different.

"Adrian, I don't want you to feel guilty."

Bruce used his other hand to feel along Adrian's side. "Fuck, I want you so bad. It is like I yearn for you to do such horrible things to me. I really want you. I think about you late at night and want to feel you against me and use me. I want you to fill me and make me yours. I promise that whatever we do, for both our sakes, stays here."

Bruce looked over the toy and Adrian's own hard, throbbing cock. There wasn't a comparison. Hardly any competition as well. It was like night and day. The best part about Adrian was the fact his balls wobbled between his legs, too. Adrian was much more real. Damn, that was so hot to Bruce. The way they practically rolled between Adrian's legs was so tempting. Bruce wanted to place his muzzle underneath them and sniff. He wondered if he could do that for hours..

"Okay," Adrian mumbled. The hulking akita's eyes closed for a moment before they opened in a flash. It was as if a switch was flipped. The vulnerability, uncertainty and unease in his stance and features were banished in an instant. All the confidence and bravado that he had gained came back in full force and then more. Bruce's words heartened him, making his chest swell with pride.

"Before you get this," he said while waggling his cock with pre cum whipping around in messy arcs, he grinned. "You gotta earn it, bitch." Casually, he tossed the dildo away. "Worship me and maybe I'll let you taste it." He spread his arms wide, exposing his pungent pits and gave Bruce a challenging look.

Bruce's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. With Adrian's hands behind his head and arms up, every single muscle of the akita's upper body was brought out and highlighted. Adrian's arms bulged, sweat dripped down his chest, and the canine's cock continued to drip down onto the floor. The musky pits had already collected some droplets on the fur and matted it. Bruce's mind was already warped by the musk but the scene would make any straight man question their resolve in front of such a pillar of masculinity.

With a shy smile, Bruce walked forward and wrapped his arms around Adrian.

"Yes sir," he said with a submissive whimper to his voice. The bull, who was tall, proud, and confident, was now bringing his tongue down across the akita's nipples. He lathered them in warm spit which cooled in the ambient temperature of the locker room. Warm breath followed along anda wet tongue that licked and explored between the two fluffy pecs. The taste was sweaty, earthy, and acrid. Nothing horrible but definitely distinct and uniquely male. Bruce then made his way to Adrian's pits.

The smell was the first thing that filled Bruce's nose. It took over his senses and overwhelmed him. It had to be even more potent than before Bruce and the akita had their first sexual experience. With a tentative lick, Bruce's eyes widened. It was electrifying. He could not help himself as he began to lick harder and with more confidence. More sweat entered his mouth and more of that addictive musk flooded in after.

"Huuuur....fuuuuuuph...."

The akita hummed. The bull's first cautious steps into worship were perfect. He had never considered such an action before but now? He couldn't get enough. A massive mitt came up and pushed Bruce's head further into the pit and gave him nothing to breathe but sweat soaked musk.

"Get in deep," he growled. "I don't wanna shower so your tongue's got a lot of work to do."

Despite the aggressive gesture, he was gentle. The grip on the bull's head was ceremonial; Bruce could pull away if he wanted to. Not that the bull wanted to, however. The bull's cock dug into Adrian's hard muscle gut, smearing pre into the tawny fur.

"Don't forget the nipple," Adrian reminded him. "Multitask."

Bruce was loyal and enthusiastic. He mindlessly licked and worked across the new muscle that Adrian had built. Each movement of his tongue across the valley between Adrian's pecs and then back to the lifted pit of choice was barely thought about but instead done on mostly instinct. Bruce worked across each part he could and slurped and sucked happily on each nub that Adrian had. Part of Bruce's perverted mind wandered back to straight porn. He had seen a nice rack have piercings right at the sensitive nubs which only helped enhance the pleasure of them getting pulled, licked, or twisted.

Bruce growled as he took Adrian's right nub into his mouth and sucked on it as if half expecting for milk to come out. He was somewhat disappointed when it didn't. He did not have time to be in the state, however. A massive shadow of a paw loomed over Bruce's head and the bull could tell there was a shift. Adrian's paw came down on the back of his head and stroked along the fur gently like he was a puppy.

The older bull would come up only to take a gasp of air, tell Adrian that he was a good boy, and then get right back to layering Adrian's different areas in more saliva. The layer of sweat from the game was now pretty much gone and replaced with spit and Bruce even humped obediently against Adrian's belly to smear pre across it.

Clicking his tongue, which gave Bruce the impromptu signal to stop, Adrian looked down at the musk blitzed bull with a warm, predatory smile.

"You've done good, bitch," he affirmed, gently stroking the bull's head. "Bend over the desk. And beg," he ordered, crossing his arms expectantly. This pushed his pecs up and out and the spit soaked fur glistened in the fluorescent lights of Bruce's office..

Bruce admired his handiwork and gave a dopey smile. He was no longer as worried as their earlier encounter. He loved pecs. He loved being a good bitch for such a bigger male. Fuck, he wanted that lacking dildo in while he worshipped Adrian. Maybe they could fool around again sometime and the knot dildo could be used like a plug next time? Adrian would spread him open enough that he could probably put whatever plug he wanted inside of him.

"Thank you, sir," Bruce said and nuzzled up against Adrian. "Would you like me to give your lower half the same treatment? Or I can eat your ass out..."

Adrian gave a look towards Bruce's enthusiasm.

"Errrrr, I mean....we don't have to....but I did see it in gay porn and it seemed fun."

"In the future? Yes. I'd love to see what that bitch cock can do to my ass," Adrian smirked. "But right now?" He gripped the base of his cock, just behind the knot. "I need to get off. And the only way that that is happening is in your ass. So..."

His voice dropped low, growling like a predator about to strike. "If you want it to feel good, and don't want me to rip you a new asshole, literally, bend over so I can stretch you out enough. Bitch."

Coach Bruce blushed. Although he had already done submissive acts that were unspeakable to him before, he wanted Adrian more than anything. The musk still fresh on his muzzle and his mind still buzzing from the perverted nature of it all, Bruce walked over to his desk and bent over to give Adrian a full show of his glutes, hamstrings, and thick thighs. Each framed a nice pair of bull balls that wobbled between his legs.

"Please fuck me, sir. Give me your loads. Give me everything," Bruce moaned and lifted his tail to show his hole to his dominant partner.

The paw moved automatically. It raised and fingers brushed the ceiling before it came down. Air whipped around the broad fingers and only at the last moment did Adrian restrain his strength so that the resounding smack didn't dislocate Bruce's hips. His other palm grabbed the free cheek much more gently and spread the beefy glutes which showed the mostly virginal hole hiding between them. Still lick with lube, he probed a finger at the entrance. The ring sucked and pulled as if eager and willing and Adrian pushed the thick finger in. The finger made Bruce tense for but a moment. It was nearly as big as an average cock size.

Slowly, he worked the digit back and forth. Wriggling it around and pressing around till he heard the bull's gasp. "There it is!" Adrian grinned as he pushed on that sensitive spot several more times. "New rules, bitch. This hole is for anyone! if they ask, you raise tail unless I tell you otherwise. But this?" His free hand ran a fat finger along the bull's cock-vein and teased the head. "This belongs to me. You do nothing with it unless I tell you to. Understand?"

Bruce was practically whimpering in pleasure. His mind was broken and repaired but not in the same order as it was previously. He was a completely new, deviant Bruce hell bent on taking whatever Adrian managed to coax inside him. He wanted it more than anything. The burning desire within him was practically shaking to get out. The heat from the ass slap was still tender on Bruce's cheek but the mild pain only added to the heightened pleasure. He felt owned but paradoxically wanted.

"Yes sir! Fuck, I'll let anyone use me if it means I get to constantly get your cock. The dildo has nothing on your tool, sir," Bruce mooed out and wiggled his rump in front of Adrian temptingly. "Please, do whatever you'd like with me. Please!"

The yells echoed in the tiny space and if there was anyone outside in the locker room then they would have easily heard Bruce's calls for more.

A deep, sonorous growl escaped Adrian's throat. The bull's whorish hollering was hitting buttons he didn't realize were buttons. He pressed his cold nose against the swollen ring. He huffed in and his lungs expanded. When Bruce's pheromones hit Adrian's nose, he shuddered at the scent. He could tell, by scent alone, that Bruce was his. The subtle shift in potency made it slightly sweet. His broad tongue pushed out and replaced his fingers in Bruce's hole.

The flexible muscle flexed and undulated which only allowed Adrian to work his way easily into the limber hole. Thick saliva coated every inch of Bruce's hole as it dug deep. His fingers flexed, biting into the meaty rear as he tasted his bull.

Bruce could not hold back the slutty sounds that came out from his mouth. He didn't know what came over Adrian to lick at his hole and taste his most intimate areas but it wasn't like Bruce was complaining. His cock could only throb and leak all over the floor as he groaned and shifted under Adrian's firm touch and lewd licks. The spit that dripped over his entrance only added to the primal need that built up inside of Bruce. His tail was hiked high in the air, his hole on full display and able to toyed with, and a deep crimson blush never left Bruce's face. The bull coach turned bitch knew it was so wrong but it felt too good to stop.

"Fuck, Adiran. Please just keep using me," Bruce groaned. When a paw came down and slapped across his right asscheek once again, his voice raised an octave or two. The meaty paw left a nice red mark that complimented the other. Bruce wanted to be nothing more than a living fleshlight for Adrian and that was enough for the bull to be satisfied.

A wide smile spread across Adrian's muzzle. He pulled back and licked his chops. The hole before him winked. Bruce was ready. The akita stood and his paws stomped on the concrete floor as he dragged himself back. His cock slapped against Bruce's rump with a meaty whack. The hit was hard enough to make the little fat underneath Bruce's fur wobble before the muscle took over and flexed it hard and still again. He see-sawed back and forth and rubbed his length along Bruce's crack. Adrian shuddered. The heat coming from Bruce felt amazing on his cock and he hadn't even stuffed it in yet.

Slowly, he drew back. Adrian guided the length along the crack, inch by inch till his leaking pointed tip rested on the slicked hole's rim. He paused and hovered just before shoving inside. His hips wanted to slam in and knot Bruce all in one brutal motion. But he restrained himself. As much as the bull was begging to be used, he cared for him. So he tamed his instincts; he was the master of them. Those biological triggers telling him to shove himself in to breed Bruce deep would have to wait. If he was going to break Bruce, it was because he was ready to be broken.

Slowly, carefully, the tip pushed in. The first few inches were easy. The toy and the tongue had done well to prepare him. The next several inches were harder. The akita paused and could sense every little discomfort as he stretched the bull around his length. He Paused pulled back and moved slowly and carefully. The movement gave Bruce time to adjust.

"I'll use you," Adrian growled softly. "But I ain't gonna break you."

Bruce was about to talk but his words were slurred by the akita redoubling his efforts and pushing deeper inside of him. Adrian was taking his time. He wasn't a liar whatsoever. The akita had the discipline and the patience to hit places that Bruce never explored before. The bull's legs shook like jelly and his cock jumped and throbbed with each new push into him. Every centimeter was like a whole new sensation. The feeling of his hole spreading to accommodate the massive girth of the canine, the tapered shaft squeezing past his prostate, and then the agonizing wait for another push. It was electrifying and almost made Bruce cum just from getting fucked.

"A-Adrian....please fuck me. God, please just do whatever you want. I-I think I ca-"

Adiran's paws came down on Bruce's shoulders and squeezed. "I told you before that I will go at my own pace."

Bruce whimpered and rolled his hips but Adrian simply brought one of his hands off of Bruce's shoulders and brought it right down on Bruce's right asscheek. The slap echoed through the locker room once again and Bruce yelled out.

"I told you to wait. You'll wait for me," Adrian said with a growl to his voice.

Although the canine was intimidating, the low rumble of Adrian's voice went straight to Bruce's cock. He didn't think he could get any harder but he was wrong. Deliciously wrong. Adrian's hips shifted and pushed in with more precision and Bruce's eyes widened and his fingers gripped his desk.

"F-fuck!"

"That's a good cow. You really like your prostate played with, huh?"

Bruce couldn't respond. He was too busy letting out a low, needful moo. Adrian jerked his hips forward and pressed in just an inch, the tip pressed Bruce's prostate. Bruce yelped in pleasure and a gush of pre splattered the side of his desk. "Like that?" Adrian teased and jerked forward once more to the bull's delight. Bruce groaned out and then started to push back. This time, Adrian did not punish his lover.

"You're so eager. I like that, but we will just have to keep that in check," Adrian soothed as he continued to jerk in. He pushed himself in further and further with each sharp thrust. Soon, the swollen knot was brushing Bruce's cheeks with each tiny thrust.

Adrian leaned forward, pressing his torso along Bruce's back. He whispered in the bull's ear, soft and sensual. "Brace yourself. The real fuck is about to start."

Bruce was melting under all the attention and whispers into his ears. Adrian's voice danced around in his mind and played around with his head. The musk in the room started to get more dense. It almost turned the room into a sauna with how much humidity was there. Bruce shivered and shook when Adrian's balls kissed against his own. It was a wet, sweaty reunion and the feeling alone was enough to make Bruce shake and beg for more.

"Yes sir. P-please...f-fuck m-AHH!"

Adrian pulled back firmly but not roughly. A wet schlorp accompanied the movement along with a moaning and mewling Bruce. The rough and tumble football coach was like a completely different person. His eyes watered but not out of pain but out of intense, mind-numbing pleasure. The paws on both of Bruce's shoulders squeezed tight and Adrian gave a long huff as Bruce's walls tried to pull him back in.

"Yeah, that's it bitch boy. Pull me back in..."

Bruce mooed out. The action would have been embarrassing if it didn't feel so right and he rolled his hips back to take another inch back inside of him and push Adrian's member right against his prostate. The fullness was lost and Bruce wanted more than just the beginning of the shaft inside him.

Adrian decided to push back in. The movement was enough for Bruce to cry out and the bull's cock throbbed and pulsed between his legs uncontrollably. Adrian took note of it and grinned. His right paw reached down and started to fondle Bruce's balls which only made the bull whimper louder.

"You gonna blow already? Let's see your first load of the night..."

Bruce practically screamed as his climax washed over him. He couldn't help it. It all felt so good. Thick, warm, and white streaks were forced out of Bruce's balls. First, there were three huge, thick shots. Then, there were three more. Then three more. It just kept coming out of his engorged cock head. His cum sprayed across the floor and the desk. More musk traveled with it as it spread itself around and only increased the humidity within the room. Sweat dripped from Bruce's body as it twitched and flexed. The lacking canine dildo on the floor was drowned in Bruce's fluids.

"HOLY SHIT! HE CAME WITHOUT TOUCHING HIMSELF!"

The startled exclamation caused both Bruce and Adrian's heads to whip around. Both stared, dumbfounded, as two members of the team were crowded around the still open office door watching them fuck intently. What was immediately clear was how many paws were massaging their crotches as the players fought for a view.

The scene was frozen, the two groups staring at each other. Till, finally, Adrian broke the silence. "If you're gonna stare, whip it out and jerk it." He barked. "The bitch needs something to suckle on." He bobbed his head towards Bruce, jerking his hips forward to force a moan out of the bull and making his muzzle yawn

Bruce was in too much of a daze to even know what was going on. Part of him didn't even care. He was so needy and wrapped up in his own pleasure that he did not even realize that there was a crowd outside of his office. More than that, they had opened the door to look in. Two dudes came in through the door and squeezed themselves into the tiny office space. Bruce barely got a look at any of their faces as they moved in.

One was a husky which was clear from the fur pattern from the waist down and the curly tail so it must have been the running back named Ricky. Ricky walked up to Bruce's muzzle and just stood off to the side to shyly jerk himself off. His balls wobbled between his legs as he worked his smaller but still nice cock. Pre dripped onto Bruce's muzzle and the bull lapped it right up as the clear fluid fell onto it.

The other was a massive clydesdale which Bruce recognized based on the frolics on their hooves. Who knows which one though since there were three clydesdales on the team. It was also evident they were a horse by the large horse cock and balls that plopped itself right down on Bruce's muzzle. The horse had taken to showering before so they did not have the scent of turf on their body and Bruce lapped greedily at their member.

Ricky was the first one to speak between the trio.

"Thank God we came in, bro," Ricky said with a huff as he brought a finger up his shirt to work his left nipple. "Don't know what came over me during the game but I really needed to bust. Fuckkkkk."

The clydesdale agreed. "Hell yeah. You know we horses need our balls drained all the time. Can't believe I convinced you to come in here. You really aren't as straight as you seem..."

Bruce immediately recognized the voice. It was Tyler. He was the residential, stereotypical jock-bro who played damn good football and helped keep the defensive line strong and in shape. He was a junior too so two years older than Ricky. The twenty-one year old may have been young but he was looked up to like a veteran.

Meanwhile, Adrian had pulled out and pushed in several times during this moment which only made Bruce's cock leak more furiously. The last of Bruce's led dribbled onto the floor and against the desk as Adrian pumped into and out of him like a machine and the bull steadied himself as his member still throbbed obnoxiously between his legs.

The clydesdale that was at Bruce's muzzle slid the head of his cock in and knickered. He stomped his hoof as he started to thrust in and out. He was not nearly as gentle as Adrian and Bruce gagged as the horse's member made its way right down his throat. The muscles along it massaged the shaft and cradled it as if it was a precious resource which the horse knickered happily about.

Adrian's muzzle was split into a wide grin. He had thought the others on the team were acting strangely by the end of the game. If he was right, his musk was affecting them. And the trio just walked straight into a dense cloud of it, breathing it in as he bred his bitch. His thrust grew steadily harder and faster, the power he had sending a fresh thrill through him.

He locked eyes with Tyler, brows creased and the horse's thrusts faltered in Bruce's throat. A moment of panic, an instinct of a prey catching the sight of a predator.

"Kiss me," he growled. His arm lunged out clasping behind Tyler's skull and pulling him in close before the horse could respond. His tongue pushed out, battering its way past Tyler's lips and filling his equine muzzle. Whatever fight Tyler had melted under the passionate embrace. The kiss lasted just a few seconds but the horse eyes were half-lidded and his thrusts lazy, a blissed out look on his face. Adrian smirked and said. "You ever play with your ass Tyler?"

Belatedly, Tyler shook his head. "Naw. Just got BJ's from a few guys." Adrian's gaze slid over towards the husky, stroking his cock reservedly as he twisted a nipple. His fur stood on end when Adrian's gaze fell upon him and Adrian's pace increased subtly.

"Ricky. Fuck Tyler. Hard."

A simple enough command.

Bruce gave a long, breathy moan that was unrelated but the sound of it was completely muffled by horse cock. Ricky shuffled awkwardly but his member throbbed needfully. Ricky's voice hitched as he looked over Adrian's features. The akita had to be completely serious. There was no flinching in his eyes or waver to his voice. It was all straight to the point.

"But I don't have lube..."

Adrian smirked and tapped Bruce's back. "I bet this one does. Check his drawers."

Ricky looked to Tyler whose ears had folded downward. His hips still rocked forward to continue to feed Bruce his shaft even when Ricky walked over behind him and opened up the closest drawer to him. Luckily, underneath a few notebooks, was a tube of lube. It was properly marked as "Arrow Oil" and had a silhouette of an arrow shot into a bullseye.

"W-whoa!"

"There ya go. Now, put some on your fingers. I want to see you finger Tyler."

Ricky huffed and decided to do as he was told. He popped open the little bottle of lube and added it to his fingers then reached underneath Tyler's tail. The giant clydesdale only knickered and lifted his tail as his hole was searched for. He gave Adrian only a slightly concerned look as the fingers found their target and pushed in. Whatever doubt the horse had was completely covered by a look of pure pleasure. He stomped his hoof and Ricky kept pushing in.

"S-stop. Slow down, bro."

"Heh, it's hard when you keep pushing back," Ricky said and leaned forward onto Tyler's back. "Damn, you feel so warm."

"Just finger me. No need to narrate," Tyler said with a blush. Adrian smirked at the horse and leaned forward again to give him a warm, wet kiss. Their tongues battled with one another and Tyler forgot for a moment what Ricky was assigned to do. Especially when a hard dick ground up against his toned ass.

Adrian started to thrust into Bruce faster and Bruce continued to pleasure the cock that was shoved down his throat. The horse rocked his hips in and out and Bruce could barely keep up his pace. It was intense to be filled to the brim on both ends but damn was it worth it. It was like nothing that Bruce had ever felt before. The fact that it was his players wasn't even a concern anymore. They were all for him to enjoy. Or at least, he was there to be a source of pleasure and Bruce was just fine with that.

Ricky's cock slid into Tyler with surprising ease. His hole opened up, sending waves of pleasure up his spine and down his shoulders as it did as he took what was offered to him.

"Oh fuck!" Tyler whinnied, stomping his hoof heavily. His hips stuttered, thrusting forward and back, burying his cock into Bruce before forcing Ricky to bury himself in turn. The smaller husky was panting heavily and his hips started moving erratically.

"Oh my God," he howled. "So hot! So tight! Fuck!" The husky was a loud fucker and his hips slapped against the muscular ass over and over. Ricky's balls were swinging hard enough that they knocked right up against Bruce's round, full orbs with each pleasurable thrust.

Adrian's eyes dilated. It was time. His thrust grew more urgent, pushing the knot against Bruce's hole. Adrian's eyes then snapped up to the horse whose body was flexing and launching forward with each push right into his hips. Unlike Adrian, Ricky's hips were almost a blur as they smacked against the much larger clydesdale's ass.

"Open up bitch," Adrian growled. "Both of you. Let us knot you." His voice was firm and commanding as if he expected their bodies to respond to his words.

And he was right. Bruce's hole was starting to yield. The overblown knot was battering against his hole, the tight ring loosening. Till, finally, with a wet pop, the whole knot pushed through. Adrian let out a loud howl, his balls tugging up against his taint. The cock throbbed deep inside Bruce's guts. Heavy gushes filled the bull up fast, his middle aged gut even started to swell. Messy strings of cum churned out of his hole as the akita continued to push and churn his cock inside Bruce.

The feeling of fullness that came from the massive knot popping inside was like nothing Bruce had ever felt before. There was hardly a word to describe it all. Full, messy, raw, and primal came to mind but Bruce hardly had any bandwidth to spare to put together such a list. The bulb was large enough to be the size of a hand and it stretched him open and popped inside so fast that there was no room for processing what just occurred.

Bruce could feel the cum jet inside him and the warmth radiate through him. When his gut started to get larger, Bruce did not even notice. The reason was because his own balls were pulling up and rubbing against Adrian's own as he started to cum again. The shots of pleasure rushed up through Bruce's mind and gave him little to no time to process the fact that his belly was getting larger and larger. The mess felt like it was even larger than the first time . His balls had to compensate for being drained so thoroughly that they produced even more cum to make up for the loss and because of that, the shots were voluminous but watery.

Ricky was the next one to go. He gave a loud howl as he pushed right inside Tyler's ass. His paws dug into the clydesdale's sizable rump and he gripped hard as his eyes rolled back into his skull and his hips were pressed flush against Tyler's own. The horse bit his lip and closed his eyes as warmth rushed inside. He swore he could hear it fill him up. Each shot was another addition of hot liquid heat right into his guts and Tyler savored it all. He never thought of himself as a bottom but he could get used to it.

When Tyler blinked back into awareness, he noticed Ricky had flopped over his back. The large horse chuckled and wobbled his ass.

"Heh, tired already, bro?"

"Huh? Oh..."

Ricky shifted his hips which made the horse give a small knicker.

"Nah, just give me a moment."

"Mmmm hmm," Tyler smirked and pushed his ass back. "Well, then you just sit tight."

Tyler pushed his ass back which slammed Ricky hard into the wall. The whole room shook and Ricky went wide eyed as the horse pinned him right against it. The huge horse cock was still lodged right in Bruce but gave the blissed out bull a moment.

"BRO! What the hell!"

Tyler's grin only widened and he pulled up only to slam back down which made Ricky groan out in need.

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck..."

"Yeah! Ride me, bro!"

Tyler would pull back up, gag Bruce, and then slam back against Ricky over and over. The movement made Ricky shudder and hold on to the horse's wide hips for dear life. The thick thighs worked their magic. Squat day after squat day led to horse thighs that were practically chiseled from marble.

Hit after hit slammed back into Ricky. The husky held his ground. His teeth grit and his eyes shut as Tyler was poised to pull another load straight out of his balls. Ricky could not even get a thrust in as he was slammed back again and again.

"F-fuck. Gonna jizz."

Bruce did not even put up a fight as Tyler slammed home inside of Bruce's tight muzzle. He only swallowed. There were ten deep gulps as the horse neighed and pumped his load into Bruce's tight throat. The bull's belly only got larger as more cum was pumped down it and eventually Tyler's stream began to die down.

"Whew, I needed that," Tyler said and he looked over his shoulder to see Ricky gripping his ass as if he was about to be flung off of it. Ricky's eyes were wide and his paws were gripping onto Tyler's hips but certainly Ricky was not against anything that happened. More like he didn't expect it from a massive clydesdale. .

"You should ride me like that again," Ricky said with a dreamy tone to his voice. When he realized what he said, he cleared his throat. "I-I mean if you want to, bro."

Tyler smiled. "Heh, I'd like that."

Adrian huffed loudly. Warm gales fluffed Bruce's back fur as he panted heavily. He pulled his hips back, the knot snagging in Bruce's hole and dragging the stuffed bull with him. Tyler's cock popped free of the blissed out bull's muzzle. With a huff, he spun Bruce around, pivoting him by grasping his ankles. His gut, distended and bloated with cum, had nearly tripled in size. His massive palm ran through the sticky, sweaty fur, which ruffled it slightly.

"Fucking hell, you're a cum whore aren't ya?" He muttered.

Carefully, Adrian hooked his thumbs into the bull's right side of his hole. Gently, he stretched the abused hole wider, giving his knot room to pop out. Despite dumping a load large enough to blimp up Bruce, he was still rock hard.

"Stand up Bruce," he growled. "Time you used that bitch cock."

Bruce could barely keep the loads that were pumped into him. His belly sloshed and Adrian's hot load leaked down his legs. Both Tyler and Ricky only watched in lust as Bruce leaned back against his desk and his hard cock stood straight up at attention. Bruce panted as the afterglow of his climaxes washed over him but he knew he wasn't done yet. Leaning back, he looked up at Adrian's eyes and smirked.

"Yes sir. Please use my cock however you please," Bruce managed to say and huffed out.

"Brooo, are you gonna ride the coach?" Ricky said out loud, still knotted inside of Tyler's flexing hole.

Tyler watched quietly. His massive horse cock still throbbing and leaking between his legs.

"Not quite" Adrian smirked as he circled the desk. He paused, looming over the clydesdale and husky, chest heaving as his body cast a dark shadow from the artificial lights. Adrian stepped back and rested himself on the desk. It groaned under his weight. He got himself comfortable, pushing his ass back so the giant meaty rear hung off the far end, hole winking at Bruce.

"He's going to do his damndest to fuck a load out of me."

A meaty nipple was twisted on Adrina's chest as he leered at his teammates. "And you two get to have fun in the front." He winked at the pair before looking over his shoulder at Bruce. He gave him a smug grin.

"Plug up that hole. I don't wanna walk through any more mess."

Bruce's eyes widened as Adrian backed up until the tip of his cock was pushing right up against his hole. It was tight, warm, and welcoming. Since Adrian was so relaxed as well and Bruce's cock was covered in fluids , Adrian slid right on down. Bruce felt the warm walls close around his cock and his eyes nearly crossed as Adrian kept going. Meanwhile, Tyler and Ricky were staring at one another.

"You gonna pop your knot out so we can help Adrian out?" Tyler said nonchalantly as he tried his best to relax his hole.

"H-hold on....it is stuck..."

Ricky shifted his hips and then pulled with a snarl. Out popped his knot and then his cock followed by a torrent of cum.

"Holy shit. I came a lot."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Tyler said with a smirk. "I didn't know you produced so much."

"I didn't know either! I think that might be my biggest load ever, bro!" Ricky said with a hint of confusion in his voice.

Bruce let out a long moan as he pushed the dildo on the floor up inside him and the knot slipped in to act as a buttplug. The loud sound interrupted both Tyler and Ricky's conversation and the two looked back at one another with a renewed grin.

"Heh, I guess we aren't the only ones enjoying ourselves."

The clydesdale and husky pair stepped around the desk and over towards Bruce and Adrian. Bruce was too lost in the huge ass that pushed back into his hips to even worry about his two players. He especially didn't notice when Adrian forced Tyler to their knees to suck his cock and the eager running back to nurse his nipples. They lapped, sucked, and slurped like good toys and Adrian growled appreciatively as he was serviced.

Adrian closed his eyes. This felt... right. His hole sung with pleasure, his back brushed by the sloshing gut of his bull. The idea was possessive but not restrictive. He was protective of Bruce, he realized. He stroked Tyler's mane while his other hand petted along Ricky's back. He encouraged the pup to attack his nipple. It felt amazing, the warm tongue pushing against the sensitive nub. He let out a shuddering moan, pleasure blossoming in his chest. Warm milk spurted into Ricky's muzzle, pungent and sweet. A gentle rumble was all that was needed to keep the husky lapping and suckling.

"That's it. Keep at it," he cooed, cupping the pup's pert cheeks. A single finger poked at his hole and inserting itself. It wiggled inside as if that is where it belonged and that is where iIt sat. A second finger was added and gently wriggled.

Bruce groaned out as he went deeper inside Adrian and his cock was ridden like a living dildo. Each push inside only led to more of Adrian's beefy ass squeezing around his member and enveloping him. His full balls bounced against Adrian's own as the canine rode him openly in front of his office which now reeked of men, cum, sweat, and musk. It wasn't a horrible smell whatsoever. It felt like the smell belonged there.

Tyler was too busy gurgling on canine dick to be coherent. His eyes nearly crossed with each push deep inside his muzzle and air was forced out of his lungs. Paradoxically, it only made Tyler want more. The knot bashing against his chin and then pulling out to leave a trail of saliva and spittle in its wake only added to the sloppy sounds of what was going on within the office. Adrian needed more. The greedy canine was taking his fill of everyone in the room. No one was spared from Adrian's lust. Not Bruce or his players.

Drool ran down Adrian's chest and mixed with the fluids already soaked into his fur. Ricky kept up his licking and got squirts of milk into his muzzle for his hard work. He switched pecs and moved to the other side to give the other nipple some love as he licked, nibbled, and teased.

At the center of pleasure, Adrian was in heaven. So many things vied for his attention and pushed his buttons from multiple directions. Huffing loudly, inhaling the potent scents mixing in the office. He felt like a king on his throne with attendants taking his every need.

He was so focused on his pleasure that he didn't feel the rising tide. He inhaled quickly, the feeling hitting him all at once. His hole clenched, pulling Bruce in right to the hilt. Adrian's vice-like grip milked the bull and greedily pulled on Bruce's cock to coax yet another load out of his aching balls..

Tyler's eyes crossed as the first blast of cum hit the back of his throat. Adrian's grip was firm and unyielding, not giving the equine any chance to pull free. Luckily for Tyler, Adrian's cock tip was far enough down his throat to shoot straight into his stomach. The cut abs faded rapidly as his stomach swelled with Adrain's second load.

Ricky's eyes widened, the steady stream of man milk suddenly gushing in a thick geyser. His lips locked around the swollen nipple, sucking desperately to keep every drop in his muzzle. When everything was finished, Adrian's built body heaved and shuffled. He gave a long sigh of relief as Tyler pulled his muzzle away and collapsed back onto the floor. Cum ran down the clydesdale's muzzle and came out his nose. It was still warm from before.

Ricky licked his lips and snuggled up against Adrian with a satisfied smile on his face and jumped when Adrian's paw came down onto his rump.

"You are gonna be next, puppy," Adrian smirked and inserted a finger right into the husky's hole. Ricky shivered as his hole was spread by a thick finger.

"You really needed this, huh?" Ricky said with a huff as Adrian pushed deeper.

"Heh, not as much as Coach, though. Ain't that right, Bruce?"

There was a moan in response. Bruce was practically comatose against the desk. His pelvis was a mess. Cum ran out of Adrian's hole and down Bruce's balls. It dripped onto the floor to join the rest and the smell that permeated the room was incredible.

"That's a good bull," Adrian cooed as he lifted himself up off of the cock he was impaled on. The slick pop it gave when Bruce's engorged head left his entrance was enough to make anyone blush and the spray of cum only helped distribute more evidence of what occurred in the office.

The four fucked into the night. They were blissfully unaware that the rest of the team was starting to fall under what they were. The musk from Adrian floated out around the locker room. It was carried on the teammate's bags and on their clothes. With over fifty different individuals carrying the chemical cocktail (and that wasn't even counting Adrian's encounters outside the locker room), the musk started to integrate itself into every part of Greenville's campus. Not even Adrian had a clue what he did.

But one person had all the answers.

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The office was a modern masterpiece. Pictures of abstract art, naked half-busts, and small trinkets were displayed around the room. A glass desk seated towards the end of the room and facing two large doors overlooked a beautiful vista. The sunset over the hills covered everything in pinks, reds, and golds. A raptor sat behind the glass desk dressed in a tailored navy blue suit, white undershirt, and a nice striped tie. His body was toned from his daily exercises that he managed to fit in at his private gym. The suit jacket and shirt did little to hide the musculature behind the dino.

There was a knock. The raptor glanced up from his computer and grabbed a pen from a cup sitting on his desk. He figured he would need it.

"Sir, I have something to talk to you about. Something particularly urgent," a thin and equally well-dressed puma slipped in. The pantsuit she wore was conservative but appropriate business wear and her analytical expression was busy flipping through papers that were attached to a small clipboard.

"It seems to be one of our samples..."

She stopped and noticed the raptor sitting on the desk and paused. "You are not the company head. Where is Mr. Daniel?"

The raptor smiled. "Nope, I'm not. I'm better!"

The puma frowned. She reached towards her right pocket to fish out her cell phone but the raptor did not budge. Strangely, he simply sat in the chair and was smiling gleefully.

"Did you come to share those reports with your boss?"

"Yes but how did you-"

The raptor held up a hand. "No matter. Mr. Daniel has taken a leave of absence. Mentioned something about a golf trip."

The assistant raised an eyebrow. Her suspicion grew. She pulled out her cellphone and flashed it to the raptor.

"You have thirty seconds before I call security to escort you out by force."

"Now, there is no need for that. I think you and I can get along swimmingly, Miss. Tammery."

There was a tone of irreverence to the raptor's voice as he got up from Mr. Daniel's chair and adjusted his mohawk appropriately. The soft, rainbow, and hair-like feathers reached down his back underneath the suit. They stood upright when the reptile was done messing with it. His ocean blue eyes scanned the room before he started talking once again.

"This room could be yours, you know."

Miss. Tammery paused.

"Being an assistant to a powerful CEO medicinal medicine peddler sure has its perks. One that I'm sure you'd been eyeing for probably some time now. Don't you think a promotion is in order?"

Miss. Tammery placed the cellphone to her side. She glared. "How long is this golf trip exactly?"

"Indefinite. Or as long as I require."

"There are at least fifty people more qualified than me to run this business."

The raptor smiled. "Oh I highly doubt that. You are quite the little peddler yourself. I've been following your work for some time with performance enhancers. You are an investor and I think you have enough money to pay anyone who starts asking the wrong questions. Or rather, the more probing ones. I have some powerful allies as well that can keep anyone who pesters you in check."

Miss. Tammery thought it over. There were several more questions to be answered. There was something that was not quite right about this deal.

"And who might you be? Do you work for Mr. Daniels?"

"Oh no. I'm an investor myself. You can refer to me as Mesi and I had my fingers in your medicinal operation for a while by paying Mr. Daniels to manufacture my homemade products. I did notice he stopped, though. A tiny incident in a small college town made him reconsider our earlier bargain and I-"

"That small town you are referring to is Greenville in my reports, Mesi and labeling it as an incident is rather misleading."

Mesi waved his hand. "Nonsense. It was a small incident. Besides, what is a little touching between men?"

Miss. Tammery bristled but composed herself. "I don't think that nearly one hundred incidents of public displays of sex are small. The pill even has a ridiculous name..."

"RUT is a masterpiece of a name!" Mesi said with a raised tone. His voice echoed through the halls and luckily there was no one outside of the doors on Mr. Daniel's personal estate. Miss. Tammery took a deep breath that was preceded by a sigh.

"Fine. But I think you need to do more research before letting it out into the public.

Mesi made a sound much like a raspberry. He waved his hand once again.

The large raptor started to pace and tapped his chin as if he was thinking. "Now, I suggest a new order of business since you and I are partners now."

Miss. Tammery tried to interject but Mesi simply continued.

"And partners help one another out. Your salary will triple under these new pills I made and I promise you a good cut in the profits."

Miss. Tamery blinked. "You have hardly any data on these pills' effects."

"Precisely why I need you to help shuffle them out where I need them to go."

"What is in it for you?" Miss. Tammery said. If he was any investor, he would probably ask for sixty percent, she thought. Maybe even seventy percent.

"Absolutely nothing. Besides an interesting experiment that has been long overdue. How about it?"

Miss. Tammery eyed the room with its expensive art and beautiful view of the vista. She thought of herself lounging in the chair and drinking a nice glass of scotch after a hard day. Finally, her hard work in Synthesia Corporation would pay off.

"I'll consider it. How about you and I have a few drinks and talk things over?"

Mesi's eyes glimmered. "You have yourself a deal."