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An impressed whistle resounded from the rabbit's lips. "Damn, Oliver. Your exposé is gonna take up the entirety of page seven."

Oliver's head snapped toward the editing desk. "Really?" he asked. "If you need, I can cut it down more."

Ethan, the editor, shook his head. Long, lupine ears shuffled along his neck. "No need to cut it," he said. "Your stuff is good. Frankly, I wouldn't wanna change a word of it."

Oliver couldn't help but laugh in response. He leaned over Ethan's shoulder, rubbernecking at the rabbit's monitor. His beige tail wagged.

"You know, you're the first person who's complimented me on this," the otter said.

Ethan sighed. "Yeah, well, I don't have any ties to the football team. Or... cheerleaders, whatever."

"They're birds of a feather," Oliver replied, and rubbed his eyes. A yawn. "Fuck, I gotta tell you. Getting some of these anonymous interviews was a nightmare."

"Nobody wanted to talk to you?"

Oliver snorted. "Me?" he asked. "The tattletale journalist? No, not many."

A moment of silence as Ethan then fitted the article to the newspaper's page. Bold letterface stretched across its top: 'FOOTBALL, CHEERLEADING HAZING RITUALS REVEALED.' The monitor's blue glow greeted the boys' faces.

Ethan then turned to Oliver, staring at the otter's disheveled shirt. He frowned.

"Are you okay?" Ethan asked.

"Hm?"

"I said, are you alright?"

Oliver blinked. He said, "Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little tired is all."

"Do you... always work weekends?" Ethan asked.

"Just the past few," Oliver admitted, and shrugged. "Doing all the legwork for this exposé has taken a lot out of me."

Ethan nodded, placing his paw on Oliver's shoulder. Their eyes met - the rabbit's round, brown gaze honing in on Oliver's blue irises.

"Just promise me you'll take care of yourself," Ethan said. "We can't have our star opinionist up and dying on us."

Oliver mustered a coy smile and joked, "What? You afraid the football team is gonna assassinate me?"

Ethan sighed and said, "Oliver, I'm serious. As your friend, I'm telling you to rest up. Even more eyes are gonna be on you soon. This is gonna set the campus ablaze - and the administration is gonna get involved, guaranteed. You need to be on your A-game."

"Right." Oliver gulped, and untensed his shoulders. He frowned awkwardly. "Sorry. I'll try and take better care of myself." A pause, then he added, "I'm actually planning on hitting the gym tonight for the first time in a while. You know, work out some stress."

Ethan nodded, then turned back to his monitor. "Good," he said. "Whatever you need to do. Hanging with Liam?"

Oliver grinned. "Yeah. Him and I are gonna brainstorm ornaments for Pride month."

"For the Center Statue, right?"

Oliver replied, "Yeah. We're gonna give that knight a makeover. I'm thinking... rainbow bulbs hanging from his sword or something."

"Nice," Ethan guffawed. "I'm sure you'll come up with something great." Then, the silent clicking of his scroll wheel, his fingertips dancing on the keyboard.

Oliver then straightened his posture and held his arms above his head. Caffeine flowed through his veins and greased his weary muscles. A dull ache emanated from his lumbar. Fuck, Ethan was right. He needed to relax...

Suddenly, a light tap on his shoulder. Oliver turned, only to become face-to-face with a short feline in cheerleader uniform. Her slitted green eyes burned with quiet anger, her lips pursed. Her tiny fists were balled at her sides.

"Are you Oliver Johnson?" she asked.

Oliver's heart raced. His throat was dry, causing his voice to emerge as a dense croak. "Um, yes. And you are...?"

"Jessica Stevens, cheerleading team captain. I'm here to talk to you about your... article."

Oliver licked his lips, glancing exasperatedly around the office. He could sense the deluge of bullshit bubbling in the feline's throat. But he swallowed his annoyance and simply asked, "Sure. What do you need?"

Jessica gave a catty smile and said, "I just have some concerns about this story, that's all. That being - well, it's blatantly untrue. I don't know what... sources... you procured, but they're entirely unreliable."

"Uh huh."

Jessica continued, "I'm not trying to blame you. I am sure whoever you spoke to was very convincing. But I can assure you nothing sinister is happening in any sports team here at Jones. Not cheerleading, not football. Some of these women, it's just..." She smacked her lips. "They _love_making drama. Even if it means they lie to get it."

Oliver cleared his throat, attempting to formulate a professional response. "Well that's...unfortunate," he said. "But sorry, it's already en route to publication. There's nothing we can do. But if the allegations are untrue, you can provide your own evidence in response. And if all of it checks out, this'll blow over in no time."

"But your sources have no evidence," Jessica shot back. Her hackles raised. "Publishing hearsay is completely unprofessional, you know."

Oliver replied, "My anonymous sources had plenty of evidence."

"But-"

Oliver waved his hand. "Look, I get why you're here. But I do not think this meeting is going to be productive for either of us. I'm sorry, but I think you should leave."

The feline scowled. Her voice was a stifled hiss. "You're villainizing the entire football and cheerleading teams," she spat. "We're at the forefront of this university. You really don't wanna start this with us."

Oliver's eyes narrowed. "Is that a threat?" he asked.

Jessica flashed a fake smile. "It's a suggestion," she said. "A very good suggestion."

"Right," Oliver replied, and pointed toward the door. "I'm done here. The story is getting published. But I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me."

A pause. Genuine disappointment flashed on Jessica's face, then frustration. Her lips curled. "You'll regret this," she hissed.

Oliver couldn't muster an appropriate response. He simply held his face in his paw, exhausted. "Yeah, sure. Close the door on your way out, please."

Jessica froze at his curt reply. Her tail straightened, her brow furrowed. She then turned, her skirt flitting in the air, and stormed away through the beige hallways. Oliver simply stood, listening to her thunderous footsteps become fainter.

"Fuck," he said to himself, a tight-lipped frown stretching across his face. "I need a break."

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The treadmill's rubber track filled the air with a low hum. Slow ceiling fans, the faint smell of disinfectant, tomato-red walls adorned with huge mirrors. There was something nostalgic about the gym for Oliver. It reminded him of doing cross country as a teen, the cool wind brushing his mocha-colored hair to the side -

"Hey, can you pass me my sweat rag?" Oliver asked.

"Can I be your sweat rag?"

Oliver chuckled and replied, "C'mon, perv. I'm drenched."

"Fiiiine." And Liam passed Oliver a soft rag, the treadmills slowing to a stop under their feet. Deep huffs as both boys caught their breath.

Cool, dry cotton glided across Oliver's forehead, then his sleek arms. "Fuck, I needed this," he said. "Work is just so damn stressful."

Liam's treadmill beeped. He leaned casually over its arm, fixating his gaze on Oliver's face. Oliver stared worriedly at himself in the mirror.

Liam asked, "Just to reiterate - the captain came in, right?"

"Yeah."

"What the fuck? I can't believe she would even threaten you like that."

Oliver sighed and held himself upright, feigning confidence. "Her threats are empty," he said. "I mean, I can't imagine what the cheerleading team would even do to me. But it sucked. I do good work, you know? And it seems like everyone hates me for it."

Liam hummed, softly rubbing Oliver's arm. "Hm. Well, I'm here to support you," he responded, and took a swig from his water bottle. His stubby tail wagged as the water met his parched throat. He then added, "Just let me know if I need to knock some heads, okay? Nobody's gonna threaten you and get away with it."

"Of course. You can headbutt them with your goat horns," Oliver teased.

"Hey!"

"Oh, and maybe punch them a little. But you might break your fists on their abs."

Liam pouted, stepping off of the treadmill and stretching his legs. "Meanie," he said, and pointed toward the locker room. "Are you ready to wash off?"

"Yep, yep." And Oliver stepped away from the treadmill, following the goat's lead and sauntering into the damp locker room.

Liam chirped, "I love coming here when it's empty." His voice echoed throughout the cavernous space. Rows of orange lockers passed the boys on both sides, illuminated by cheap white LEDs. A thick cloud of fog hugged the room's ceiling. Cool, cracked cement laid underfoot, continuously slapped by the boys' sneakers, until they approached their own lockers.

Liam spoke as the pair disrobed. "Oh, Oliver - you wouldn't believe what happened during my hookup yesterday."

Oliver's ears perked. "What happened?"

The goat stuffed his damp shirt into his locker and replied, "It ended up becoming a threesome."

"Woah! Really?"

Liam nodded confidently. "Yep! His roommate came home just as he came inside me. In the living room!"

Oliver chuckled, undoing his pants. "No wayyyy. Did you get spitroasted again?"

The goat flashed a coy smile and said, "You know it. I'm the king of spitroasting."

"Really? I thought you were more of a rotisserie chicken," Oliver replied.

"Don't knock it until you try it," Liam shot back. "You might like being fucked from both sides."

Words caught in Oliver's throat. "Yeah," he responded. "I... yeah. Maybe."

The pair were fully disrobed now. Oliver's thin body glistened with sweat and attracted Liam's gaze. The otter's chest and stomach were cream-white, his pecs slim, his abs defined. There was something adorable about the way Oliver hid his body, almost as if he was embarrassed about his thick ass, his plush thighs. Soft breeding hips jutted from his sides and contrasted nicely against his lithe arms, laden with wiry sinews. Not to mention his thick pink cock, dangling idly between his legs, covered in small veins which quivered under the bright lights.

Liam licked his lips and said, "You know, Oliver... you could easily have the same sex life I do."

A moan nearly escaped Oliver's mouth at the thought, but he held himself back, waving his paw at the possibility. "No, no..." he said. "I don't think so. But thank you. That's flattering." The pair then closed their lockers and began to meander toward the showers, towels in-hand.

"You have such a cute body, though," Liam cooed. "And I see the look in your eyes when I talk about this stuff. It's... well, it's obvious that you want it."

"Sh-shut up!"

"Aww, but you get so flustered!" Liam teased, placing his towel on a nearby hook. "I say that if you want to get wild, you should let yourself. You deserve some pleasure, hun."

Blush rose to Oliver's cheeks as he approached the shower head and turned the knob at his waist. His voice wavered as he replied, "It's not so easy for me. I'm a public figure now. Anything I do is... yaknow... scrutinized. I barely let my coworkers know I'm gay, let alone that I'm a bottom."

Liam guffawed, standing under the adjacent shower head. He bit his lip as he glanced once more at Oliver's feminine figure. He then teased, "I get it, Oliver. I really do. But anyone with a working gaydar can tell those breeding hips have their job cut out for them."

Oliver whined, holding his paws close to his chest in embarrassment. "Sh-shush. Look, I would love to have what you have, okay? But I'm not brave enough, and there are just... way too many complications. It could never happen. And I have to live with that."

"Are you... sure about that?" Liam asked. "Cuz you look kinda excited right now."

"Huh?" Oliver then turned to see Liam pointing downward. His gaze followed the goat's finger downward... only to notice that his dick was half-erect. Its pink flesh throbbed under the hot water.

"D-damn it! Sorry!" Oliver hurriedly placed his palms over his groin, attempting to hide his arousal; but it was too late. Liam was already doubled over laughing. His plump ass jiggled an arm's length away from Oliver's groin.

He said, "Oh my god! You're so cute!"

"Shut up!" Oliver yelped. He then swiveled his head around the space, checking to see if anyone had come in and noticed. But the pair remained alone.

Liam flashed a mischievous smile at the otter and teased, "Oh, imagine if someone came in and saw you hard. Wouldn't that be adorable?"

"It'd be embarrassing," Oliver spat through gritted teeth. And yet he could feel himself quiver at the thought of being caught - fuck, he was even harder now.

"Embarrassing?" Liam then stepped closer, a bar of soap in-hand. "Well, it just so happens I might be able to help you with your little problem. You know, help you... soften up."

Oliver squinted his eyes. "Really? How's that?"

"Well..." Liam licked his lips, gazing at Oliver's glans which poked from beneath his hands. "How about I show you what you're missing? Your boner will go away pretty quick after that."

"Y-you mean...?"

Liam smiled and placed his paw on Oliver's shoulder. The goat's eyes looked like tiny slitted emeralds, speckled with the white light of LEDs. "I've always thought you're beautiful," Liam said. "So, if you'd like... I could wash your body. Show you some of the pleasure you're desperate for."

Breath caught in Oliver's throat. Another swivel of his neck - still, no one was around. He could feel his conscience screaming at him to decline the offer, to back off, to not risk it. But in truth, Oliver had always ogled at Liam's body. Seeing it now, up close... it was overwhelming. Every fiber of Oliver's being suddenly begged for the goat's touch. He yearned for the softness of the goat's snow-white fur, to trace his fingertips along Liam's horns. Or maybe even-

"O-okay," Oliver sputtered. "Yeah. Let's do it."

"Really?" Liam asked. Butterflies fluttered in his chest. "God, I've been wanting to do this for years."

The steam, the adrenaline, it made the experience dreamlike. Liam hastily worked up a lather in his hands, then tenderly laid his palms on Oliver's breasts. The otter nearly recoiled at the soft touch; in truth, he had envisioned this moment countless times before. He would lay in the dark and imagine the pair sharing a bed, a tent, working up any excuse to touch one another. One tender kiss followed by another, a hand slipping below the waist. But now that the moment had arrived, the goat's hands running along Oliver's slick brown fur, he felt himself paralyzed.

Liam craned his neck forward. His hot breath washed across Oliver's maw as teased, "Not bothering to hide yourself now, I see."

Oliver chuckled nervously and replied, "I don't see the use anymore."

Silently, lovingly, Liam then closed the gap between their mouths. He lapped along the palate of Oliver's inexperienced tongue, establishing a rhythm between their dancing maws.

Oliver wrapped his paws gently around Liam's back, running his paw pads along the goat's slim shoulder blades. Every muscle and tendon was clearly defined, obscured by a veneer of slick white fur. Oliver then traced his paws along Liam's spine and onto his smooth abdomen. God, he never knew that Liam's hips were so soft. A small fluffy tail flitted excitedly above the goat's pillowy ass, his pink-tipped cock twitching excitedly against Oliver's thigh.

A string of saliva then connected the pair as they caught their breath. Years of pent-up lust escaped through their gaze, like a dam breaking. Liam lightly ran his paw pad along Oliver's nipple, thrusting his erect cock against the otter's damp flesh. A quiet moan escaped Oliver's maw.

"Your body is fucking amazing," Liam cooed. "Fuck, it's got me salivating. Never thought I'd get to touch these hips myself, haha."

Oliver chuckled and replied, "Well, believe it. And I thought you said you were gonna wash me? This doesn't feel like washing."

Liam smiled mischievously and said, "Fine. You want me to scrub you? I'll scrub you."

The goat worked another lather and rubbed tenderly along Oliver's abdomen, snaking his palm closer and closer to the otter's package. His fingers just barely grazed the base of Oliver's cock at the apex of each motion, causing the poor boy to quiver and gasp. Oliver grasped feverishly at the goat's shoulders, thrusting his dick to meet Liam's hand.

"Excited, are we?" Liam teased.

Oliver groaned and replied, "I-I just... I didn't know your body was so... so..."

"So what?"

"Perfect," Oliver said, and held Liam's face in his palms. "Your fur, your cock, your thighs - oh god, your thighs. You're... wonderful."

Liam was caught off-guard. He blushed and said, "Wow. I didn't know you felt that way."

Oliver replied, "Well, I don't show how I feel too often."

"I could certainly get used to it."

And they kissed once more, entwining their bodies and leaving no inch of skin untouched. Liam hooked his palm under Oliver's tail, squeezing the boy's thick ass and drawing it toward himself. He could feel the otter's veiny cock quivering between them, massaged by the boys' undulating bodies.

"Liam, I-"

Without warning, clatter suddenly reverberated throughout the locker room. Deep voices, heavy shuffling, the swinging of lockers. Fuck.

Oliver pulled away and turned himself toward the shower head, football jerseys jostling in his peripheral vision. He hurriedly counted their heads, keeping one hand over his erect cock. There were twelve of them in total. No, maybe thirteen. Damn it!

The otter struggled to maintain his composure amidst the din. He shot a quick glance at Liam, who responded with a tight-lipped smile and a wink. Of course, that stupid slutty goat was enjoying this. He probably got off on being caught.

Oliver then sighed, steadying his breaths. In all honesty, he was lucky; no one had yet noticed his arousal. If he could just wash off his lather and wrap himself in a towel, then maybe he could slip away.

But of course, things wouldn't be that easy. As if on cue, a grunt sounded from Oliver's left. The otter then turned to see Daniel, the team captain, naked in the adjacent shower. A burly wolf with a barrel chest, a sharp chin, and dark stubble. Dense plumes of black fur emerged from his chest, above his genitals, obscuring his thick dark sheath.

Oliver froze as Daniel loomed over him. The wolf was at least a foot taller; and much, much stronger. His biceps bulged below his wide-set shoulders. A sharp set of fangs emerged from his maw. Oliver tried not to let his gaze linger, but was enraptured by the man's beastly figure.

Daniel then turned to face the enchanted otter. For a moment, time froze. Adrenaline shot through Oliver's spine. His heart raced, his cock throbbed, its tip visible from beneath his cupped hands.

A disgusted snarl rose to Daniel's maw. He asked, "You... are you Oliver? Oliver Johnson?"

Fuck. This can't be happening.

"N-no. I mean, yes," Oliver replied. "Sorry. I'll just-"

Daniel then pointed a limp finger at Oliver's crotch and asked, "Are... you hard?" His voice was gravelly, low. A devious smile stretched across his face. "Don't tell me it's because of me."

"No, I just-"

Before Oliver could even finish, Daniel had turned around to face his team mates. "Hey, guys! Oliver Johnson's here. And he's got a _boner_for me," the wolf called.

"Seriously?" a voice called back.

"No way," another said.

"I gotta see this."

Two, four, ten men then crowded around Oliver and Liam, staring at the boys' vulnerable bodies. Whistles, whoops, jeers soon filled the hot air. Daniel pointed an antagonizing claw at Oliver's bare chest.

"Now... if I'm not mistaken, you're the one who's writing that hit piece on us," Daniel announced to the crowd. His claws then wrapped around the shower knobs and turned them off.

"It's not a hit piece."

Daniel smirked and replied, "Well, I'd call spreading lies about the football team a hit piece."

"Again, it's not-"

"I don't care," Daniel interjected. A predatory smirk spread across his maw as he added, "I get it now. You're writing about us because you wanted our attention, right?"

Jeers and laughter from the crowd. Oliver gulped. "Wh-what?"

Daniel raised an eyebrow and said, "Come on, Oliver. I see how hard you are for us. Well, for me, maybe. And your little boyfriend has a boner, too - he's not even bothering to hide it."

A quick glance revealed that Daniel was right. Liam was blowing kisses at the crowd, obviously not taking this seriously. The man-whore's cock bobbed as he flaunted his supple body.

Oliver then snapped his head back to Daniel. "I-I'm not hard," he asserted.

"Then why don't you take your hands off your junk and show us?" Daniel mocked.

Fuck. There was no more hiding it.

The otter could feel the crowd's gaze burning holes through his body. His cock tensed pathetically against his palms, its pink tip flaring against his tum. And slowly, begrudgingly, he removed his hands from his groin, exposing himself to the crowd. Raucous laughter then reverberated off of the walls, filling the steamy air. Oliver's face reddened.

Daniel doubled over with laughter, his weighty member swinging in the hot air. "Wow!" he bellowed. "You're even harder than I thought! You know, I don't say this kind of thing often, but your cock is so small... I mean, I wouldn't even call it a cock. It's too cute for that."

Oliver attempted to respond, but his jaw was frozen. His legs locked onto the wet floor, his breathing erratic and unsteady. Being so thoroughly humiliated had fried his brain, leaving him a spectator in his own body, staring directly into Daniel's cocky, toothy smile. Anything Oliver said, anything he did, would only make things worse -

A hand then gently landed on Oliver's shoulder from behind, sending a jolt through his body. Oliver recognized that touch - it was Liam. The goat's voice remained unwavering, jovial.

"Really? I think you should suck him off if you think it's so cute," Liam teased.

The sudden comment shocked the room, cut through the atmosphere like a knife. Daniel stopped laughing, his eyes narrowed amidst the awkward silence. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah," Liam replied. He then confidently pushed past the frozen otter and said, "C'mon, big boy. I know you aren't as straight as you let on - I can see your dick too, you know."

Alas, Liam was right; Daniel's lupine cock stood half-erect, eagerly emerging from its thick sheath. A dozen pairs of eyes suddenly focused on the wolf's cherry-red flesh, causing Daniel to cross his legs in embarrassment. In only an instant, the balance of the conversation had shifted.

A slurry of humiliation and fury then flashed on the wolf's face as he stormed toward the impudent goat. His voice was a growl, his fists clenched.

"Why, you little-"

Daniel then raised an arm as if to strike Liam, but the gargantuan wolf froze as the goat raised his hands in surrender.

"Hey, hey! I was just joking. There's no need for violence here," Liam said.

"Oh yeah?" Daniel snarled, hIs eyes frenzied. "Between you being a little bitch and Oliver's fake exposé, I'd say you deserve some punishment. Hell, a lot of it. Tell me why I shouldn't beat both of your asses here and now."

Liam's stance was unwavering, his tone calm. He smiled and said, "Look, I get it. Oliver's writing is beyond inflammatory. But I'd like to propose something easier and... better... than leaving us with some broken bones, hm? A more suitable punishment."

The goat then scanned the room, studying the jocks' reactions. A mix of confusion and interest showed on their faces. But Daniel's snarl remained unchanging as he asked, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Liam smacked his lips. "Welllllll, how about you fuck us instead? Good and hard, get out some aggression. I think it'd be much more fun than throwing hands, hm? Hell, all of you could have a turn."

Daniel's eyes widened. He couldn't help but recoil and laugh. Nervous giggles arose from the crowd. Oliver 's jaw dropped.

"You two?" Daniel asked. "I can't believe... You honestly think you could take all of us like that?"

Liam smirked and replied, "Personally, I could take all of you by myself. From the front and the back," Liam asserted. "Hell, I can do both at the same time. So, what do you think?"

Silence as Daniel considered the offer. The jocks in the crowd exchanged intrigued glances as Oliver marinated in the tense atmosphere. Liam then glanced backward at Oliver and offered a quick wink.

A wink...?

In that moment, a realization dawned on Oliver - Liam was lying, distracting the crowd. If he could hold their attention for just a few moments, Oliver could make a break for the door. Sudden hope burned within Oliver's chest. He took one tepid step backward, then another.

Daniel glanced sternly at his teammates. A quick nod, a low grunt, and his voice then broke the pregnant silence.

"Fine," Daniel said. "We'll accept your offer. But you two better be good at this."

Liam winked and replied, "Good? I'm practically the best." The goat then looked around and chirped, "I'll take first dibs. Who wants to give me a try?"

Daniel pursed his lips and glanced at the man to his left - a mountain lion, similarly built. He wore a towel around his lower half, his auburn fur slick with sweat and steam. Daniel gave the man a nod.

"Me?" the feline asked, shocked. "You sure?"

"Yep. I wanna watch him at work first," Daniel said. "So go get him, Jackson. You're co-captain, after all."

Jackson laughed and replied, "Of course I'm the test subject." Chuckles from the crowd. "Always me, always me." And so his towel dropped from his waist with a light thump, allowing his package to hang free. His cock was thick, dark, studded with pulsing veins. His testicles were covered by a thin layer of mocha-colored fur, his chest releasing a low purr.

Liam nearly salivated at the sight. Fuck, he didn't care that he was being coerced. Giving Oliver a chance to run was a bonus - he was going to _devour_these boys.

The crowd then watched in disbelief as Liam strutted forward and dropped to his knees, taking Jackson's package in his paws. The goat then shoved his maw against Jackson's genitals, inhaling the jock's pungent musk. The scent nearly knocked Liam backward - it was strong. The smell reminded him, forcefully, that the team had just finished practice. Chuckles and jeers from the sidelines as they saw Liam's face.

"Oh my god. The smell is enough to knock him out!" one voice called.

"Wash your junk, Jackson! You're gonna kill him!"

The mountain lion then threw a glance at the crowd and said, "Shut up, guys. I think the pervert likes it."

And indeed Liam did. He grasped Jackson's base and licked along the underside of his shaft, grazing the man's throbbing glans, lapping at the jock's acrid sweat. The goat could feel Jackson harden in his paws, his balls churning.

"F-fuck. Oh, he's good," Jackson said.

Daniel prodded the cougar on the arm and said, "God, it's like you're a virgin. He hasn't even started sucking, idiot."

"Shut it!"

More voices then rang out, all ribbing on Jackson.

"Shows the experience you got!"

"I think this is the first time he's gotten his dick sucked."

"Don't cum too quick!"

Raucous laughter. The men quipped playfully amongst each other, roughhousing, giggling. The moment was perfect - everyone was distracted. Slowly, carefully, Oliver shifted his feet to the side, sidling along the wall. One step, two, three. The door was in sight -

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Daniel bellowed.

Oliver gulped. His legs froze as the room turned to face him. "N-nowhere," he sputtered. He couldn't meet Daniel's eyes.

The wolf chuckled. "Then come here," he said. "Before I make you." And Oliver's only chance of escape dissipated before his eyes.

A sigh then fell from Oliver's lips as he struggled to maintain a brave face. "Fine," he spat, and stepped before the gigantic wolf. He straightened his back, his expression blank, watching Daniel's face curl into a devious smirk.

Daniel announced, "Now... here's what I was thinking, boy. My friends and I are gonna compare how good you are compared to your friend - from both sides. Consider it your punishment for lying about us."

Oliver gulped. "I suppose there's no getting out of this?" he asked.

"You're lucky we aren't breaking your arms," Daniel growled. "So no, you're not getting out of this."

Oliver nodded solemnly. "Fine." He paused. "How do I, uh... start?"

Chuckles from the room. "Well, you start by getting on your knees," Daniel ordered. His bushy tail wagged between his legs. "I'm calling first dibs on you."

And so Oliver slumped to his knees, eye-level with Daniel's package. Damn, it was huge. And its odor was pungent - Oliver could smell the wolf's matted fur, his masculine musk, from two feet away. Even worse, the scent made Oliver's cock throb. The thought of being brought to his knees before a crowd, humiliated, made his heart race, his mouth dry.

"Go on now," Daniel ordered. "Show me how you pleasure a real man."

Oliver glanced at Liam, who flashed a pained smile, before both boys allowed their lips to meet their captors' flesh. A couple other jocks revealed their phones, obviously recording videos. Others simply whooped and laughed, cracking jokes at the boys' expense.

"God, are you sure Oliver's not a chick? Look at those thighs."

"Can't wait to get my turn."

"I'm gonna bet the otter gives the best head. Underdog-type deal."

"I'll bet $50 against that."

"You're on!"

Oliver ignored the crowd's comments and pressed himself flush against Daniel's package, overwhelmed by the wolf's musk. His tail uncontrollably wagged as he licked along the wolf's balls, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of sour, acrid sweat.

"How's it taste down there, pup?" Daniel teased. "Do daddy's balls taste good?"

Oliver could only release a pathetic moan into Daniel's fur, filling the room with laughter. Fuck, it was as if Daniel's smell was beckoning him forward, deeper, deeper. The otter could feel Daniel's mammoth cock swelling against his face, its slick, sweaty, red surface emerging from beneath a bush of wet fur. It throbbed excitedly with each lick of Oliver's salty tongue, spurring Daniel to release a low growl.

"That's it, boy. Keep on licking," Daniel said.

Jackson glanced over and joked, "And you say I'm sensitive down there."

"Yeah, well, maybe I underestimated how good it felt," Daniel replied embarrassedly. "But I'll tell you what - the boy has a tongue."

Oliver then worked himself upward onto Daniel's shaft, gripping the base of the wolf's cock. He could barely fit his hand around it - it was too wide. Daniel's knot steadily inflated below his palm, still nestled in the wolf's black sheathe.

"Mmmmph.That's it, Oliver. Worship my cock. Show the boys who's in charge," Daniel cooed. He stroked steadily along Oliver's head, pressing the boy against his groin.

"God, look at Oliver's dick! It's twitching so much," one jock said.

"It's leaking, too - get that on the video."

"Already on it."

Oliver's eyes watered from pure overstimulation. Contradictory impulses arose in his chest: one disgusted, angered, scared; and another whose greatest fantasy was now being fulfilled by force. In truth, Oliver adored_being humiliated. In his heart of hearts, nothing made him more euphoric than worshiping a greater man, being passed around like a glorified fleshlight. He wanted to be objectified, recorded, _used. And more than that, he wanted everyone to know it.

Oliver groaned, finally wrapping his lips around the spaded tip of Daniel's canine cock. Sour precum dribbled from it and spurted onto Oliver's palate. The smell of the wolf's package permeated his throat now, flowing steadily into his nostrils, overtaking his mind, plunging him into a near-hypnotic state. Every suggestion was made a command, every command made law.

Daniel instinctively bucked his hips into Oliver's mouth, a deep groan erupting from his lips. "Fuck. There we go, boy. Keep going for daddy," he commanded.

"Is he really that good?" a voice called.

Daniel smiled self-assuredly and said, "He's good, alright. Mouth is tighter than any pussy I've had."

Oohs and aahs as Daniel continued to thrust, plunging himself further past Oliver's lips. The prone otter cradled the wolf's cock between his tongue and palate and massaged Daniel's glans with his throat, savoring his moans. Oliver could feel the wolf's flesh pressing against his esophagus at the apex of each thrust, enticed by the warmth of his insides.

"Look how deep he's taking it!" Jackson said. "Damn, I guess he _is_good."

Daniel chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Jackson. You'll get your turn soon enough. But until then..."

The wolf then plucked Oliver off of himself, holding the otter's head up by his hair. Oliver's mouth gaped, suddenly empty.

Daniel ordered, "Oliver... tell the boys how much you love my cock. Go on."

The otter whimpered, swallowing the globs of precum and saliva that had accumulated in his mouth, before his voice emerged as a pathetic sputter. "I-I love your cock. I love-"

"No, no. Say you love_daddy's_ cock. And say it to the camera."

Oliver groaned amidst a wave of laughter, then turned to face a camera to his left. His face was red, wet, showing a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. "I-I love my daddy's cock," he said. "I love sucking it so much." Mocking coos then sounded throughout the room as Daniel patted the boy on the head.

"Fuckin slut!"

"He's kinda cute... for a cocksleeve, that is."

"Lemme get my turn already!"

Daniel guffawed, waving his paw at the crowd. "You animals. You'll all get a turn soon, don't you worry. Now..."

The wolf then pulled Miilo once more unto himself. Oliver's mouth quickly wrapped around Daniel's canine cock once more and suckled along its length. Oliver ran his tongue along Daniel's pronounced veins, his quivering spaded glans, all the way down to the top of his knot. The crowd cheered.

"Mmm. Daring slut," Daniel bellowed. "You really want to take my knot? Fine. Let's see how you do."

Daniel then pulled Oliver's head flush against himself, pushing his knot fully inside the boy's maw. Whooping as the crowd watched in disbelief. Oliver had never taken a dick so deeply before - he struggled to breathe, to keep from gagging, his dwindling consciousness focusing on the spurts of sour precum trailing down his moist throat.

The wolf instinctually bucked his hips as he was enveloped by Oliver's warm insides. He then threw his head back and let loose a primal moan as his knot swelled inside the prone otter's mouth, his tail tucked between his legs. Oliver could feel Daniel's flesh pulsate and grow, plugging his mouth, turning the boy's moans into useless stifled groans.

"That's it, boy. You're my bitch," Daniel growled. "Now take my cock. Deep, now - deeper. I want to feel you choke on me, slut."

Daniel's thrusts became short, feverish, locked in-place by his throbbing nut. But it didn't matter - he could feel himself losing control. Oliver's throat was the perfect breeding mount. The poor boy's pained moans, his pathetic quivering cock, that look in his eyes - oh, that look._Oliver's eyes shone like sapphires, half-lidded, dazed, humiliated, above his red cheeks. A loser like him deserved to be bred. He deserved to be ruined, filled with his daddy's cum, until he was _broken.

The wolf's movements were quick, feral. The crowd faded from his mind, the jeers, everything. For just a moment, his domination was utter and complete, his knot throbbing in Oliver's maw, the boy's cries growing intense and loud, as Daniel burrowed further and further into his throat -

"Oh my god! See the bulge in his neck?"

Oliver's neck burned, his mouth ached, but he didn't care. He needed to please his master. He needed to swallow his daddy's cum.

"F-fuck!"

Daniel's spine arched, a moan shot from his maw, his dick violently flared against Oliver's insides. The feral wolf's warm, sticky cum then shot directly into Oliver's stomach, overflowing from his throat and spilling from his mouth. But still, Daniel held Oliver's face against his fur, ignoring the boy's choking, his struggling, allowing every drop of seed to spurt into his needy cocksleeve. Cheers from the crowd.

"Wooo! Good one!"

"How'd it feel? How was he?"

"Who's next? Who's next?"

Jackson watched Oliver's chest heave in desperation, his balls churning. Fuck, that turned Jackson on. The thought of violating such a pathetic boy made his heart race. He felt his brain buzz, his lungs shake, overstimulated in the best way. Liam lightly massaged the cougar's package as he wrapped his tongue around his glans, gazing upward into Jackson's green eyes.

"Oh my god. Jackson's about to blow too!"

And being watched... god, that was nice, too. Out on the field, Jackson was just another player. But here? He was a man. _The_man. He could make these boys do anything he wanted. His wiry tail whipped excitedly from side to side. A predatory hiss hummed from his chest.

Liam knew Jackson was close - hell, the goat _thrived_in places like this. He could tell Oliver grew tired after one encounter. But Liam? No, no. This was a marathon, not a sprint. Liam wasn't ready to break down quite yet. But he could wrap a man like Jackson around his finger in an instant, ready to move onto the next.

The goat's sucking then intensified. He slurped greedily at Jackson's precum, licking along the cougar's glans, and pressed upward on the man's perineum, pressuring his prostate. Immediately, he felt the jock's hips buck, his cock throb.

Jackson let loose a groan as Liam's throat further clenched down on his dick, beckoning the cougar deeper. The predator grimaced and humped quicker, deeper, grabbing the goat's horns and forcing the boy's head down onto his cock like a fleshlight.

Jackson growled, his grasp tightening, his tail going stiff, as Liam lightly massaged the man's prostate from the outside. He then froze, his pink cock swelled and shuddered, and ropes of his cum violently blasted down the goat's throat. Liam swallowed every last drop - slowly, tenderly, almost professionally. Not a sputter escaped his lips.

Liam then removed Jackson's cock from his mouth with a light pop, licking the excess saliva off of his lips. He stared at the crowd, a smug smile on his face.

"So, who's next?" he called.

The room erupted. No one knew quite what to make of him - the boy had swallowed Jackson's cock like it was nothing. One thing was clear, though - it made Liam all the more alluring.

As the jocks bickered amongst themselves, Liam took a moment to check in with Oliver. The otter laid on his knees, a shining trail of spittle connecting his mouth to Daniel's cock. The goat slid closer and gave the boy a tap on the shoulder.

Oliver's dazed eyes suddenly focused on his friend, like a fog being lifted. A weak smile.

"You okay?" Liam asked.

"Okay as I can be," Oliver replied.

A quick look around. Liam added, "I'm sorry my distraction wasn't good enough for you to get away."

Oliver shook his head. "It's okay. You tried."

Liam hummed in response. "Look," he said. "Just pleasure a few more guys and we'll try to get out of here. They have to get bored eventually. Until then, I'll handle the heavy lifting - just go at your own pace. Okay?"

Oliver nodded. "Thanks, Liam." And the goat returned to his place, ready to service the next man.

And that's how the next hour and a half proceeded. Oliver could hardly remember the names of the men whose cum he swallowed - Dick, Michael, maybe Paul. Their faces were a blur, their cocks identically musky and potent. He got used to the burn in his throat, the ache of his jaw, as he was used again and again. He felt his mind fade, his cock dripping onto the wet floor. His eyes were half-lidded, his groans absent, but the men didn't care - he was nothing but a warm hole.

A clawed paw cut then through Oliver's consciousness like a knife. It snapped in front of his face, causing his vision to coagulate.

"Oliver? You hear me?"

And Oliver nodded. He swallowed a mix of saliva and semen, staring up at the behemoth's devious grin.

"Good," Daniel said, and announced, "Hey, Oliver's good."

Oliver looked down, unable to meet Daniel's gaze. He cleared his throat and asked, "Is it over?"

Daniel chuckled and replied, "Not even close. Now, do me a favor and turn around."

Oliver whimpered, a frown forming on his face, but did as he was told. His bushy tail wagged nervously as he then recognized Liam's plump ass raised in the air. The goat's asshole puckered. Ropes of cum criss-crossed his cream-colored backside.

"H-huh?" Oliver asked.

Daniel rolled his eyes. Laughter from the crowd - everyone had loosened up now. Many were shirtless; even more were fully nude. Their insults were relentless.

"You sure Oliver's all there?"

"God, they look pathetic like this."

"I like the otter's ass more."

Daniel raised his hand to silence the audience and ordered, "You two are going to eat each other out now. Can't be expected to fuck you both without lube, hm? It'd be... cruel."

"Okay," Liam chirped. He seemed nonplussed by the remark. But Oliver couldn't help but plead.

"Please," he said. "Please just let us go now. I won't lie about you ever again."

Mumbles, mocking whoops. Daniel simply replied, "Your punishment is done when we say it's done."

"But-"

"Now, slut. Or else."

A pause. Oliver then tentatively edged himself toward Liam and spread the goat's ass with his hands. He could feel the goat's perineum pulling taught. The crowd watched in near-silence, as if waiting to see whether Oliver would obey.

The jocks then raucously cheered as Oliver's tongue met Liam's flesh. Oliver had never eaten ass before; but he surely hadn't anticipated it would taste like this. A mix of sweat, musk - like balls, only stronger.

Liam couldn't help but moan. Fuck, he loved being rimmed. There was something so wonderfully intimate about trusting someone with your most vulnerable place. The feeling of Oliver's slick tongue working its way over every ridge and fold of his ass, savoring his scent, his taste, taking all of Liam in and leaving no skin untouched. And there was something doubly intimate about being rimmed in front of an audience; coercion aside, Oliver's desire for Liam's body was on full display. It was humiliating, terrifying, exhilarating. It made Liam's chest flutter.

Oliver's tongue then pierced Liam's rim. The goat's insides were warm, gummy. But more than that, the scent was intoxicating. Oliver spread Liam's pillowy ass wide and pressed his snout flush against the boy's hole, plunging his sore tongue inside again and again.

A sharp pain then flashed across Oliver's backside - Daniel had spanked him. Oliver groaned. The wolf guffawed and spanked Oliver once, twice more, leaving him sore and quivering, his tongue desperately licking along Liam's perineum.

"Look how his ass ripples!" Daniel called out. "It's really fat, ain't it?"

A whistle from the side - Jackson. "He's got a good one for a guy," the cougar said. "Nice, wide breeding hips."

"If only they were girls," someone said, and the rest laughed.

Daniel simply waved his hand and replied, "By the time we're done with them, they might as well be. Now..." And his paw grasped Oliver's hair, pulling him from Liam's backside. "Let's have your friend lube you up, too."

Oliver followed orders wordlessly, turning to face the crowd and raising his butt for Liam to eat. This was his first time staring at the crowd. Anxiety bubbled in his tummy as thirteen pairs of eyes bored into his flesh, locking onto his most vulnerable bits like heat-seeking missiles. Oliver's hard, dripping cock created a pathetic pool of precum on the slippery ground. His legs quivered under their own weight, his face scrunched in embarrassment.

Oliver still couldn't bear to look those men in the eyes. Their smug smiles, their whoops. It made Oliver's heart race, his cock throb, and he still struggled to hide his arousal. For years, he had assumed the role of the clean, put-together opinionist. But in this moment, slumped against the cement, he had been reduced to a needy, drippy cocksleeve. And he _loved_it.

A piercing moan ejected from Oliver's lips as Liam slipped his tongue past the vulnerable otter's rim. For only a moment, Oliver's beet-red face gazed at his audience in surprise. Thirteen predatory smiles gazed back at him like an animal in a zoo. He saw Daniel stroking his cock, Jackson licking his lips. A couple other guys jacked themselves off at the sight of Oliver's humiliation.

Fuck, Oliver wanted to be touched like that. His dick nearly hurt with how desperate it was for a man's touch. He wanted nothing more than to feel the football team's hands all over him - grazing his nipples, lifting his tail, sucking on his dick - no, no, he had to keep it together...

"Alright boys, playtime is over," Daniel announced. He released his cock, throbbing and erect, allowing it to bob against his tummy. "Face each other now. It's time for the main course."

Oliver then turned to face Liam, the goat's face covered in saliva and cum. God, he looked sexy like that. Miilo could get used to it.

Daniel then rounded Oliver's backside while Jackson approached Liam. Daniel knelt before Oliver's ass, spreading the boy's soft flesh with his sharp claws. He whistled at the sight of Oliver's asshole.

"Good job, boy. Really lubed Oliver up back here. He'll take me no problem," Daniel said, and looked at Jackson. "He good, too?"

Jackson nodded. Fluorescent light glinted off of his fangs. "Yep," he said. "Oliver did a damn good job."

"At least he's good for something," Daniel replied, and wrapped his paws around Oliver's waist. Damn, the boy's hips were thick. Perfect breeding cushions. But his abdomen was so scrawny; the boy had a better hourglass figure than most women he'd fucked. This'd be a treat.

Oliver whimpered as he felt his curves explored by the monstrous wolf. In truth, he'd never taken something as big as Daniel's cock. And the way Daniel's claws scraped across his tummy, his pelvis. It was like a predator inspecting its dinner. The thought made Oliver shiver.

Daniel smacked his lips and growled, "Now, Oliver... as much as I'd love to devour you, I'd like to hear you beg for it first."

Oohs and aahs. Jackson laughed. "C'mon, Daniel," he said. "Haven't the boys done enough? Let's just fuck 'em already."

"Jackson, I think you're forgetting what this little rat did," Daniel said, and squeezed Oliver's flesh. The otter yelped. "This boy slandered our name. I say we break him until he can't move. Plus... what's sex without some foreplay?."

Jackson smiled and replied, "You make a good point." He then turned back to the audience and said, "Hey, hand me a camera. I wanna get Oliver's face for this."

Laughter. Daniel's focus then returned to Oliver. He growled.

"Tell me how much you want daddy's cock, Oliver."

Oliver groaned. His entire body shivered, his voice a broken whisper. "P-please fuck me, daddy."

"And how hard do you want it, slut?" Daniel teased.

"So hard," Oliver breathed. Every word took the wind out of him. He couldn't believe he was saying this. He couldn't believe he meant it.

Daniel chuckled and replied, "Awww. If you wanna be fucked so bad, then beg for my cum. You want it, don't you?"

"Y-yes! Please give me your cum, daddy!"

"Where?"

"In my ass!" And Oliver wiggled his backside, as if exemplifying his submission, his desperation. Gasps and whoops from the crowd. Fuck, he could feel his mind breaking.

"Give it to him, cap!" one voice cheered.

Another. "The slut's begging for it! Never thought I'd see this."

"This'll teach that asshole."

Daniel's cock then pressed gently against Oliver's entrance. Even now, Oliver could feel its glans flaring excitedly against him. A slick coating of precum covered the wolf's red cock and mixed with Liam's saliva.

"Ready to go?" Daniel asked.

Jackson smiled. He struck Liam's backside, watching the boy's plump ass jiggle. "Depends," he said, and grabbed Liam's horns. "You want my cock too, boy?"

"Why don't you put it inside and find out?" the goat teased, and shot a wink to the audience. An uproar erupted from the crowd - they were clearly impressed. This boy was tough.

Jackson smiled and replied, "I'm glad you still have energy, boy. Just means I'll get to work it out of you. Now get ready; here I come." And he positioned himself above the goat's ass, staring at Liam's puckering hole. His balls clenched in anticipation.

"Let's go."

And the jocks plunged themselves inside their prey at the same time, filling the room with Oliver and Liam's groans. Oliver could feel Daniel arch himself over his back, the wolf's hot breath washing across the otter's neck.

"That's it," Daniel hissed. His voice made Oliver's ears twitch. "What a good boy for daddy. So - mmph - tight. Take it for me. More..."

The wolf then slid himself further inside Oliver's ass, releasing a satisfied sigh as his shaft was hugged by the vulnerable boy's insides. Daniel's red cock pressed directly against Oliver's prostate, causing puny strings of precum to dribble from the otter's dick. It felt like Oliver's entire lower half was melting into a warm, gooey mess, like his legs would give out any moment. A strained moan then flew from his raw throat. And like a dam breaking, he felt his subconscious desires suddenly flow into the open, his voice revealing the part of himself he'd always tried to hide. Daniel was right; at heart, he was nothing more than a slut.

"P-please! More, daddy!" Oliver wailed, pressing his ass against Daniel's pelvis. "More! More! Fuck me, fuck me, please!"

The sudden movements caught Daniel off-guard. He groaned as he was forced deeper inside Oliver's asshole, the contractions of Oliver's walls massaging his veined shaft. He dug his claws into Oliver's back and held the boy still, the sudden struggle making his heart race. Daniel loved it when prey put up a fight.

"Good boy," Daniel cooed. "Fuck, I love it when you beg for my cock like that. Do it some more for me."

Oliver tried to stifle himself, but he couldn't. It felt as if he were floating outside of his body, lunging for any semblance of control, but his mouth moved on its own, releasing years of repressed desires into the steamy air.

"I need your cock inside me. I want you to cum inside me, daddy. I need you!"

Daniel moaned and said, "Say it into the camera."

Oliver didn't hesitate. He stared into the crowd and focused on the camera's lens. "I love being my daddy's slut," he groaned. "I need him inside me. I need his cock, I need - ah!"

Daniel then hooked his claws around Oliver's abdomen, hugging his chest against the otter's back. God, Oliver was so unbelievably pathetic. Daniel never could've imagined that humiliating him would be so easy; or so arousing, for that matter. He hadn't consciously noticed, but Oliver had taken his cock up to the hilt. His sweaty balls slapped against Oliver's with every feverish thrust.

Jackson flashed a smile at the wolf's sweaty face. "Getting close?" he teased. "I see your tail wagging, cap."

Daniel simply snarled in response, his humping becoming frantic once more. He dug his fingers into Oliver's flesh, his sharp claws digging trenches across Oliver's fur. The crowd faded from his mind. Noises dulled. For a moment, he listened only to the pathetic, pained whines of his prey. Digging between the gaps in Oliver's ribcage, smelling his acrid lust-tinged sweat. His knot then slipped inside the boy's ass with a satisfying pop, causing Daniel's entire body to twitch and convulse.

The wolf then let loose a howl as he plunged himself inside Oliver one last time. His tail shivered between his legs, his balls churned, as his cock flared and shot load after load of seed inside Oliver's pucker. Oliver couldn't help but moan as that warm, sticky feeling filled him up entirely, spilling onto his thighs. He could only watch, helpless, as the camera's lens focused on the growing puddle of semen between his legs. He groaned.

Daniel stayed prone for a moment on top of Oliver's back before swiftly unplugging himself and standing to admire his work. Ropes of semen still dribbled from his erect cock as he smiled self-assuredly at the camera. "Good work, huh?" he asked. His breath was heavy. Oliver laid unresponsive below.

The camegoatan replied, "Yeah, dude. Jesus, you're like a fire hydrant."

"Yep. And the ladies love it," Daniel joked, then motioned to Jackson, who was still stooped over Liam. "Jackson, give that boy a break," he said.

"What?" Jackson asked. He scowled. "But I haven't cum yet."

Daniel rolled his eyes and replied, "You'll get him right back when we're done. I want to try something while Oliver still has half a mind left to experience it."

A pause. Jackson then slowly removed himself from Liam, prompting the goat to sigh in relief. "Thanks for the break," Liam joked. "Jesus, you're big."

Despite his bravado, Liam could feel his willpower being sapped. His arms were weak, his legs nearly numb. Even his voice lacked the usual pep.

Daniel then motioned to Liam and said, "Well, you'll get a little break now. Your job now is to breed your friend Oliver, here."

Liam's eyes widened. Begrudging excitement shot through his spine. "M-me? Don't you want one of your boys to...?"

The wolf shook his head. "I could. But it wouldn't be... humiliating enough. Ain't that right, Oliver?"

The otter then huffed, picking himself up on shaky arms. A stream of hot semen still flowed from his asshole. His mind felt near-broken, his movements sloppy and subdued. But he remained lucid enough for the mortifying realization to set in - he was about to be bred by his best friend. A lifelong fantasy was finally coming true under the most embarrassing circumstances. Recorded, coerced, covered in semen. Oliver's stomach churned.

"F-fine," Liam said. "I'm pretty close, anyways." And the goat steadily mounted Oliver's reddened backside. Despite the present circumstances, the sight of Oliver's ass was hot.Very hot. The camera honed in on the pair of them, and Liam flashed a smile at its lens.

"This is how you breed your best friend," he said, and pushed himself inside. The sudden intrusion made Oliver twitch. Despite Liam's lesser size, the goat's embrace felt much more intimate. Liam's touch was gentler, softer than Daniel's. And the way he thrust his hips was almost... loving.

"You okay?" Liam asked awkwardly.

Oliver nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

Liam smiled. His hips swayed, his tiny tail flitting above his ass. "Fuck, you feel good, haha."

Oliver grunted. He turned backward and said, "Liam?"

"Yeah?"

"I-I'm gonna cum soon," Oliver whined. "Fuck, it feels too good."

Liam let out a tired laugh. "Then I'll make this quick," he said. "I'm pent up, too." He then grabbed Oliver's plush, shivering thighs, and pressed them against himself. He could feel Oliver's entire body shaking, overwhelmed with pleasure.

With each graze of Oliver's prostate, a small spurt of lust fired from the otter's dick onto the slick ground. Oliver stared helplessly into the camera lens, an absent, embarrassed grin stretching across his face. It was the end of his life as a clean and respectable man. For better or worse, he would always be known as a slut.

Oliver bit his lip. Fuck, the thought of being permanently branded as a whore made his dick throb even harder. He could feel Liam twitch and flare against his insides against his will, the goat's hips solidly rocking back and forth. Mindless moans fell from Oliver's mouth. His tail wagged, his face reddened. He couldn't take much more of this.

"T-Liam, I'm... I'm gonna..."

"Go ahead," Liam cooed. "I got you. Let it all out."

The remark sent Oliver over the edge. Humiliation and adoration formed a milieu in his consciousness as his entire body began to convulse. Oliver's lower half gave out like a puppet's strings being cut, his mouth hung open, gasping for air, as ropes of hot cum erupted from his quivering pink cock. Oliver's insides then violently contracted, massaging Liam's throbbing flesh. The goat couldn't hold it back.

"F-fuck! Oliver!"

And a torrent of seed erupted from Liam, once again filling Oliver to the brim. The goat wailed as the orgasm wracked him, frozen in pleasure, pumping load after load into Oliver's tight pucker. The two boys then slumped over each other in a mix of orgasmic bliss and exhaustion. The sight was met with celebratory whoops and cheers.

From that point, sounds seemed to melt together in Oliver's mind. He laid prone under Liam's weight as the last of the goat's cum leaked from him. Daniel's imposing figure was simply a shadow illuminated by sharp LEDs, looming ominously over the pair.

"Pathetic runts. I hope it felt good getting dominated by your best friend," Daniel hissed. "Now... who's next?"

---

Ethan's voice was calm, smooth. "Oliver?"

No response. The rabbit felt for Oliver's pulse - yep, he was definitely alive. Another gentle nudge as Oliver began to stir on the bare ground.

"Oliver, c'mon. We gotta go - now." Ethan then turned to the gathering crowd and said, "He's fine. Just give him a second. Look away."

A groan from Oliver's dry mouth. Begrudgingly, slowly, eyes opened and squinted under the bright sunlight. He could just barely make out the figure of the Center Statue overhead, sword outstretched. Ethan met Oliver's gaze, a deep frown on his face.

"Ethan?" Oliver croaked. "Why are you...?"

A squeaky voice then called out from behind Ethan. Oliver recognized it - Jessica, the cheerleader. The one who had threatened him. She held her phone in front of her, clearly recording. "Oh my god!" she shrieked. "Oliver is naked!"

Shuffling on pavement as a crowd gathered around the prone otter. Talking, muted gasps. The cement below Oliver's body suddenly felt very cold. A cool breeze wafted across his arms and groin, followed by the pinkpricks of nerves waking up from a long rest.

"I-I'm naked...?" Oliver breathed. He tried to move, but found his lower half stuck. A quick glance betrayed the cause: A double-ended dildo bound him to Liam's backside, unconscious. The sight was mortifying. Adrenaline suddenly ripped through Oliver's body like a wildfire, causing him to squirm, trying desperately to force himself upright -

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was hard, too.

The crowd was larger now. Students and professors alike rubbernecked at the pair of prone boys; jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, all staring, taking photos, jeering. Daniel's voice then rang out from the crowd, mixed with the raucous laughter of Oliver's former captors. "Nice pose, Oliver! Hope you enjoyed last night!"

It was a set-up.

Oliver barely had time to react before the crackle of static drowned out the crowd's chatter. His voice then abruptly poured from a speaker situated on Daniel's shoulder. Rising over the statue, sailing over the grass lawn and lecture halls, were the sounds of Oliver's domination from the night prior. Moans, gasps, the slapping of flesh.

"I-I love my daddy's cock."

"P-please fuck me, daddy."

Oliver's eyes watered, his jaw hanging open. He sloppily moved his limbs, each adorned with black marker. The word "SLUT" was scrawled across his stomach, "WHORE" across his right bicep. A trail of tally marks spanned his thighs, interspersed with traces of dried semen. The sight was jarring. Ethan simply stared downward at the poor otter, slack jawed, frozen, until Oliver managed to speak.

"H-help me," Oliver begged. "Please."

Ethan shook his head and nodded. "Sure," he said, almost absently. "Yeah. I'll, uh, remove this thing. Okay?"

The rabbit then wrenched his hands awkwardly around the dildo, attempting to pry it from Oliver's asshole. He grunted and tugged it toward himself as the crowd guffawed.

"You trynna join 'em?" Daniel called over the din.

"Ew! What's he doing?" Jessica yelled.

And as if on cue, the dildo slipped from Oliver's ass with a loud pop. A torrent of cum then spilled from the otter's insides, prompting Ethan to jump back in surprise. Oliver couldn't help but moan as the warm fluid flowed from his asshole, the dildo's thick glans having pressed against his prostate in just the right way. And suddenly, involuntarily, one final orgasm wracked the boy's body. A few pathetic strings of seed shot onto the cold cement as Oliver laid there, broken, twitching, surrounded by the sounds of his own humiliation.

"D-did he just cum?" one voice called.

"Oliver Johnson? The reporter? Oh my god!"

"What a fucking slut!" Jessica yelled. "Isn't he gross?"

"Fuckin' A, babe," Daniel replied, the speaker still raised above his head.

And in that moment, the world seemed to freeze around Oliver. His gaze flicked from Ethan's frozen look of horror, to the unconscious goat to his side, to Daniel, and Jessica, and his classmates. Like a lead weight, a realization sank from his stomach to his abdomen. Fear had fled him now. So had pride, or hope, or superficial professionality. A profound lust had taken their place; an indifference to the world he once inhabited. He'd surpassed it.

A tight-lipped frown formed on Oliver's face. He stretched his arms, rising to his feet like a phoenix amidst the uproar. Cum still dribbled from his cock. Hundreds of eyes gawked at him, but he was too tired to feel shame.

His new life began today.