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Hey everyone!

Okay, many of you wanted a sequel to Celebrating The Victory and, I must admit, I did have something in mind... Well, here it is the first part of the something! This time, it's not directly inspired by Gritou, he was just my silent muse I thought it as a whole, big one buuuuut... I decided to split it in two parts Any lament should be in comment form! Votes and faves are also welcomed

Thank you, my love, for helping me and for this wonderful vacation! *hug*

The day was a nice one, the perfect combination of reinvigorating chill and warm sun rays that could only happen in fall. The perfection extended to the scenery, the stone-paved streets of his college, with the red-bricked buildings lined behind the autumnal trees, peeking on the furs in the street between them like shy school girls.

Melvin stooped down the road, happily whistling, a small plastic bag in his big paw, the happiest bull in the world. His mood was only partially inspired by the fair weather of the day, and none by the varsity jacket he was wearing. No, there was only one reason behind his current happiness, and that reason had the form of a black feline.

His whistle gained force while he thought about the panther, a warm feeling radiating from inside and plastering a huge bovine grin on his muzzle. He was lucky to have found him, his Willy, the most wonderful fur in the world, so kind and passionate.

He mooed under his breath, mentally correcting himself, his faint sound attracting the attention of some students passing by. The roan didn't really find the feline, hell, he wasn't even searching for him! At the time, just a few weeks ago, his mind was all filled with Trevor, his mate in the football team and also in the dormitory, where they shared a room.

"I was so stupid." Melvin thought, shaking his horned head at his foolish and improbable crush. The tiger was as straight as a pole, he knew that from the very beginning, but he didn't manage to stop himself. Trevor was... hunky, cocky, all he had dreamed in a man, someone that would dominate him as much as he wanted.

Not that his Willy wasn't good looking, with his cute geeky behavior and the glasses he tried to wear as little as possible. The panther had enough muscle definition too, but... But it was unfair to compare the two male, since they were just so different. He glanced at the entrance of the auditorium, noting in his mind about the up-coming recital of the theater club, something he wanted to bring Willy to.

Plus, he had his submissive side fulfilled by his boyfriend, since the very day they began to date, that night when the bull had been caught up in a pub's restroom by the panther, jacking off all the frustration caused by Trevor. Something had clicked back then, the usual calm and quiet feline had taken over the role of the dominator so easily, taking the bull roughly, as he had always hoped for. It had been so incredible!

A bulge began to form in his pants, thanks to the forming hard-on in his pants. He shifted stopped for a second, rearranging it so that it was less visible, looking inside the plastic bag to hide the act. The bull stopped thinking about the night, he had been... ordered not to get excited, to save himself for the night ahead; the memories of the restroom sex still remained, burned in his mind along with the continuation in his room.

Melvin mooed once again, fighting against himself not to recall even more, and decided to think of something else, although still linked to the panther. He knew that having some random sex wasn't the best way to begin a relationship, but for them it did; they also had talked during that night, of being gay, of feeling excluded and of having the world against them.

They had decided to try dating and see what would happen between them, though it had been clear what they hoped for. Luckily, they shared many classes, so they used studying together as a good excuse for seeing each other so much; some had found that strange, first of all Trevor, but they didn't bring that up much after a few weeks, the sight of the big bull and the smaller panther together being usual.

It was good, because it had become painfully clear they couldn't be apart for too long, since the very first days. They have discovered many things in common, something that had surprised Willy to no end, and they have become close both emotionally and physically.

They had passed long nights together, in the panther's room or in Melvin's dormitory, the very same building he was entering now. Mostly the bull's room, since Trevor was a party animal, rarely sleeping there. They had both decided not to come out, not while in college: they couldn't really afford the possible bullying, and humiliation, while they just wanted to get their diploma and begin their adult life peacefully.

He took the stairs, jumping them three at a time, glee rushing in his veins, dismissing those grim thoughts. His panther had planned something special tonight, something that had made him rush to the nearest sexy shop to buy the item in the bag, leaving whatever he was doing. The place had been surprisingly far from the college, and not... outrageous looking from the outside; although, the inside had made up for that...

Blushing a bit, he reached his room's floor, and with a few strides he was in front of the door. After taking his keys from his pocket, he noticed that the door was already opened when he put the small piece of metal inside the keyhole; he remembered closing it when going out, his excitement hadn't been that strong to make him forget that... So that meant Trevor was back!

"Hey man, what's up?" Melvin bellowed to his friend after opening the door, his eyes scanning the room in search of the familiar striped figure. They found him seating at the bovine's desk, looking at his red laptop. The bull remembered that he had left his computer on when he went out, and he felt a tiny spike of annoyance at seeing the tiger browsing it, even though he did it all the times.

"Oh yeah Willy, please, breed me!" A tiny voice came from the speakers, followed by the sounds of flesh against flesh and by loud moans. His ears jumped when he recognized his voice, his paw letting go the plastic bag with a loud thud, any doubt about the nature of the video being blown away when the tiger stood up from the chair and faced him. The screen was now visible and showing the maxed out image of a red, barbed cock pounding a roan ass, two big furred orbs and a bouncing hard-on just over it, giving away the sex of the fur on the bottom.

He blankly starred at the video, one that Willy did a couple of weeks before, then to his friend, who was just standing there, arms folded, glaring at him. The bull couldn't do anything but lower his head, his eyes passing from the burning eyes to his feet, his mind registering the pose of disappointment of Trevor.

"What the fuck is that?" The feline hissed at him, his beautiful muzzle hardening in a mask of disgust.

"Y-you know w-what it is." Melvin stammered, too shocked to say more. He had thought he had hidden the folder well, so that no one could find it... And now Trevor had found it...

"I repeat: what the fuck is that!" The other jock shouted in anger, his fur spiking.

"P-please, don't... Please..." The roan almost cried, desperation rising in him. He felt two paws grabbing his shirt roughly, causing pain when they caught and pulled his fur.

"You look at me when I talk to you, faggot!" Trevor snarled, a bit of spit landing on his muzzle. Trembling because of the term, he did as he was said, staring directly at his friend and at his fiery green eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" The tiger growled, hot breath washing on his prey, pearly teeth showing.

"I-it's a video of m-me.. m-me..." He tried to obey, but something stopped him to say the truth aloud to his teammate.

"OF YOU BEING FUCKED!" The stripped male finished for him, forcefully pushing the bull away; his paw, now freed, rose to point at him, his tone lowering a bit but still full of anger. "Of you, taking a cock in your ass."

Melvin just nodded, not daring to add more without being asked, his paws rubbing his sore chest. He had always wondered how his friend... well, now ex-friend, would have reacted to his coming out. What was happening was straight out of his nightmares.

The tiger seemed to calm down a bit, beginning to pace in the little space between their beds, his tail lashing behind him. "So, you're a faggot." He simply stated.

"Y-yes."

"A tailraiser. A homo. You fucking love cocks, don't you?" The other kept saying, not bothering to hear answers. The bull just stayed there, silent even if his head was flooded by the words he should say; he could explain him, what he was, how he felt, but the feline's behavior stopped him, froze him in place and a shut muzzle.

"And you are getting fucked by that sissy, William Sander." Trevor spitted out the name, like it made the whole thing worse.

"H-he is my boy-" He tried to explain, gaining a bit of courage, but he was stopped before completing the sentence.

"I don't care what he is for you." The tiger cut him down, a paw raised to stop him, almost threatening him. "You know how disgraceful this is? A member of the football team, being a faggot! And taking cock like he was a fucking bitch!"

"I-it's not disgraceful! That's what I am!" The bull protested loudly. He never thought of himself like that, he was proud of who he was, and no one could make him change his mind!

"Shut the fuck up! Unless I want you to talk, cocksucker." The striped jock shot his bulging courage down, getting closer to him with bared fangs. He didn't know why he was being so silent, maybe some inner, atavistic fear nailing him there.

"You know what will happen now." Trevor continued, once he saw that the roan wouldn't keep his protest up. "I'm gonna tell the coach. And the team. Everyone in the campus will know about you, it won't take more than half a day."

Hearing the sentence hit Melvin hard, his head lowering and trying to get as near as possible to the shoulders. He perfectly knew what was going to happen; some part of him feared it, but another part felt relieved, the lying finally stopping.

"And that won't be all. I will make sure that your life will be hell from now on, that everyone will treat you as a faggot should be. And it won't be only you suffering, the sissy who fucks you will get the same." Trevor finished with an evil smile, his words instilling pure terror in the bull. They promised something more than the teasing and mild bullying, but something more, not only for him, but for his boyfriend too.

"L-leave him alone! You can do anything to me, but Willy doesn't deserve that!" The bovine stood up, his paws closing in fists at his sides. He could take anything they threw at him, anything, but he could not stand to see his panther being hurt, in any way.

They stood there, looking at each other, determination in the roan's eyes, evil glee in the others. The bull knew that he had to fight here, to not let the feline overpower him; he hated how submissive he had been so far, in a situation where decisiveness was required. The menace to his boyfriend was what awoke the fighting spirit in him. The lewd sounds of the video overcame the silent, a very inappropriate background to this confrontation.

"The faggot has balls, it seems." Trevor chuckled, amused by his act, ears flicking. "If that's so, well, I should tell you there is a chance that I won't do anything."

"A chance?" The bovine asked, a slimmer of hope appearing. He hoped, no, prayed that the tiger remembered that they were friends, teammates, and that they were supposed to support each other and-

"Yes." The answer of his roommate stopped viciously his train of thoughts. "It's simple, really. I won't tell anyone, letting you enjoy the secrecy of your... sodomy, with any amount of dicks getting in your loose homo ass."

The other male left that hanging, enjoy the expression on his prey's muzzle, smugly grinning at him.

"But..." He urged him, now more than fed up by the conversation. It was clear Trevor wanted something back for his silence, and, whatever it was, he wanted to hear that now.

"I was sure you would have noticed the but." The muscled cat sneered, stepping away from the bull and now regarding the video going on the laptop's screen, a close up of Melvin's muzzle under a feline red cock, mouth wide open.

"You see, even an alpha fur like me can't find game from time to time." The cat explained calmly, eyes fixed on the images.

"Why should that concern me?" The bovine jock asked, perplexed by the statement.

"Oh, but it does. You see, I won't talk about your secret, if you become my bitch." Trevor dramatically turned around, certainly enjoying the confusion on his friend's face. "When I don't get pussy, you will be at my disposal, ready to be fucked, used as the toy you are. And I will ride your homo ass so much, it will be shaped as my cock."

The proposal left Melvin completely shocked. "He doesn't mean... He wants me to... But.. But..." It was everything he managed to thought, his mind so taken in grasping the concept that he didn't notice the feline approaching until he felt his ass-cheeks being groped.

"Oh yes, my silent for your ass." The tiger whispered at him, his muzzle so close to the bull's. "And you won't tell your faggot friend. It will be just between you and me."

The bull, finally realizing what was happening, pushed away his ex-friend, still not managing to word his outrage.

"Oh well. You don't have to answer me now, I need to go, after all." Trevor said, untouched by the other jock's reaction. He stared at him, showing all the smugness he could in his smile. "I give you until tomorrow evening. You better consider that."

With that he was out, leaving the shaken bovine alone in the room; Melvin just sat onto his bed, letting the desperation get a hold of him, tears rolling down his muzzle.

***** *****

"Melvin, are you there?" Willy knocked at his boyfriend's door. Even if they have been together for more than a month, he still needed to do that, thanks to the presence of his bull's roommate. It was a little annoying, but since the tiger was hectic with his presence, they couldn't do anything.

He waited for a reply, or just for the bovine to open the door. Nothing came, just silence while he stood there.

"That's strange, he should be here..." The feline thought, worry rising in his chest. He extended his paw to the the door's handle and he was surprised to see it unlocked; slowly, he opened the door, until a sobbing hit his ears, forcing him to enter in the room quickly.

He found Melvin there, sitting on his bed, sobs shaking his chest while he cried in the darkness. Swiftly, without thinking, he was at his side, hugging his massive frame as tight as possible.

"Shhh, Melvin, it's okay, I'm here now, please, calm down." The panther tried to calm him down, his paws caressing him and trying to radiate calmness. Internally, he was far from calm: seeing his bull in such a state wrecked his heart to such a terrible degree. He just waited there, uttering all kinds of soothing sounds, waiting for the other to calm; he finally did that, after what seemed hours, his crying reducing to distanced sobs.

"I'm here big guy, I'll always be here. What.... happened?" Willy tentatively asked, unsure he really should. Luckily, that didn't throw the bovine in another fit, even thought it took several minutes for him to answer.

"I-I returned from the sexy shop, with-with the thing, and-and." He started slowly, stopping at almost each word. The black cat let him do that, he had all the time he needed, he didn't want to rush his boyfriend.

"I-I left my laptop on, and-and when I came back I-I found Trevor, watching one of ou-our videos on it..." The revelation made him blush hard; those videos were made on the spurn of a moment, and thinking of anyone watching them... But that was just the tip of the iceberg, he was sure of it.

"He... attacked me, shouting at me that-that I was a faggot..." The bovine continued. Now the redness on the feline's cheeks was caused by anger, not shame; how dared that asshole shout at his bull! But he didn't voiced his thoughts, deciding that it would be the worst thing to do.

"I'm sorry he took it badly, big guy." Willy said, hugging the other even tighter. He froze when he heard his footballer speak again.

"It's... not all."

"What did he do?" The geeky fur asked, now really worried. If Trevor had done something to him...

"He-he threatened me to tell everyone, of me being g-gay. And" he kept talking, probably wanting to tell everything before being stopped, his head lowered, "he promised that it will make our life here miserable."

"That fucking bas-" The black furred panther started, then stopped. Melvin didn't need more shouting and anger, but to be comforted. "Please, don't be sad big guy. He might do that, but we will endure, and-"

"It isn't all." The roan stopped him this time, his ears conveying his weariness. "He gave me an ultimatum: he won't do that if-if-if... If I let him fuck me whenever he wants."

The blurted confession was the last straw, and this time Willy couldn't stop the fiery flames in him.

"I-I can't believe it! He-he wants that? That bastard! I will rip him in shreds!" He shouted, his fur spiking out; he tried to stand up, but a strong paw held him in place. He turned to face his boyfriend, noticing the fear in his eyes.

"P-please, don't! He said I couldn't tell you, else... But I couldn't not tell you! I-I don't know what to do Willy, I don't want you to be hurt." With that, the bull burst again in sobs, tears soaking in his marvelous roan fur.

"Shhh, big guy, calm down, we will think of something... please, calm down..." Willy resumed his proper role for the moment, that of the comforting boyfriend. But deep down, he was already thinking, trying to search a way out. No one went unscathed after reducing his bull like that!