Special Guidance
A Mason Story

By Phantasmagore

Disclaimer: This is purely a work of adult fantasy involving fictional characters. The author does not condone any of the illegal or immoral actions portrayed within.

“Hey, James!”

James quickened his pace, hoping he could dodge through the crowded school halls well enough to get away. Unfortunately, the 17-year-old fox had no real hope of vanishing into the masses thanks to his bright scarlet fur. That, along with his skinny frame and quiet demeanor, always made him a prime target for bullying. His near-perfect grades and preppy fashion just seemed to add fuel to the fire.

“James!”

‘Just ignore him,’ James thought, trying to find a way to slip through a tight flock of girls. If he could get to his next class before Chase caught up to him, he’d be safe. That bully was overaggressive and reckless, but even he knew that roughing up James in front of a teacher would be a stupid idea.

Unfortunately, the mass of other students jamming up the corridors slowed James down too much. A hand grabbed his shoulder, digging its thick, meaty fingers into his flesh. James cried out as he was thrown against a locker and brought face to face with his assailant. 

Chase was a huge jock of a bull: the captain of the school’s football team. At something around six and a half feet tall, he easily dwarfed the fox. Short black fur covered his body, and a pair of wicked horns stuck out from his head. His arms were muscular, and James figured that the rest of the teen bull’s body probably matched, although he had never had to find out. It was a pity, in a way. If Chase weren’t such a colossal asshole, James might’ve found him attractive.

He hesitated before looking up into Chase’s crimson eyes. The pure rage he saw in them had the fox trembling with fear.

“I was calling your name, fag,” Chase growled. Ah, yes, and this bully also came with homophobia as one of his key features. Thankfully, James didn’t think Chase actually knew he was gay; it was just another insult in the bull’s arsenal. If he had known, the abuse would probably be even worse than it already was.

“When we call you, you’d better fucking stop and listen,” a second voice chimed in.

It was Frank, the chubby pig who was practically Chase’s shadow. Whenever Chase wanted to beat the shit out of James for a laugh, Frank was there to hold the fox down. This time, Frank looked even more pissed off than Chase. Based on his heavy breathing, it was probably because he had been forced to run to keep up with the other two. Nothing got Frank angry faster than being forced to run.

James just stayed silent. He knew they wanted him to show fear so that they could feel stronger than him. So, he just kept his mouth shut and stared back at them.

The lack of reaction seemed to piss them off even more. Chase delivered a quick punch to James’s gut, forcing the air out of him. As the fox gasped for breath, Chase threw him into the lockers again. James yelped as the back of his head smacked against the hard metal.

While he tried to recover, Frank took the opportunity to punch him in the face, dazing him all over again. James slumped to the floor while the two bullies stood over him triumphantly.

Chase snorted as he walked away, Frank trailing him closely. “Uppity little fuck. We’ll finish this later.”

With his new black eye, James trudged into his physics class ten minutes late. He knew from experience that the teacher would accept no excuses for tardiness, so he didn’t even bother meeting the dog’s disapproving glare. Instead, he just took his usual seat next to Ral. The blue gecko had been James’s best friend for years, thanks to their shared nerdy interests. That made it hard for James to hide anything from Ral’s discerning gaze. On the other side of a pair of thick, wide-rimmed glasses, Ral’s eyes were full of concern as he gave the fox a once-over.

“What happened?” Ral whispered.

“Nothing,” James said.

“Bullshit. It was Chase and Frank, wasn’t it?”

James knew Ral would never believe a lie, and he didn’t dare to say the truth out loud, so he could only kept his mouth shut.

“You need to talk to someone about them. They aren’t going to get better.”

“I know.”

“So why won’t you tell anyone about what they’re doing?”

James just shrugged.

Ral shook his head. “Fine. I can’t make you do anything. But if you don’t do something soon, they’re just going to keep getting worse.”

James didn’t answer. Despite Ral’s apparent trust in the school’s authorities, James was sure that none of them would care. At most, the bullies would get a brief slap on the wrist, and then they’d be more furious with him than ever for ratting them out.

Still, James could never be upset with Ral for being optimistic. His positivity was a welcome light in the times that James needed it most. It was one of the things that first drew James to him, and within the past year, it became one of the main reasons that James was falling in love with him. It took some time for the scarlet fox to come to terms with his feelings, but by this point, there was no denying it. He wanted them to be more than just friends, although he was never able to work up the courage to ask him out on a date.

What if Ral didn’t like him the same way? What if Ral was straight? James was terrified that if he tried to get the relationship he wanted, he would wind up losing the friendship he already had.

So, James kept his feelings to himself. But in the night, when he was drifting off to slumber or masturbating quietly in his room, he was always thinking of Ral.

The rest of the day passed by uneventfully. James was able to distract himself from thoughts of his bullies by working hard in his classes. Maybe it made him look like even more of a teacher’s pet than usual, but it helped him forget about Chase’s threat. Besides, his classmates didn’t seem to mind him answering all the questions instead of having the teacher call on them.

…………………

The shrill ring of the bell signaled the end of the school day. The moment he heard the sound, James threw his things into his backpack and rushed out the door. If he could get to the bus quickly enough, Chase and Frank wouldn’t have time to make good on their promise. His frantic haste got him ahead of most of the usual crowd of students, and he was out the front door of the school in record time. He could see the bright yellow buses on the other side of the parking lot.

As James started the final sprint, a thick arm wrapped around his neck and halted his momentum. “Where do you think you’re going, James?”

‘Oh no.’

How had they beaten him here? Did they skip their last classes just to make sure he couldn’t escape? James wouldn’t put it past the two, but it didn’t really matter how they did it. Either way, the result was the same.

Chase and Frank dragged him away to a secluded spot to the side of the school building. No one ever came back here, so there was little chance of randomly stumbling on them.

They threw him to the ground. Before he could even catch a breath, they were both pelting him with kicks. 

Frank seemed especially eager to crush him, stomping on the smaller fox’s back with gleeful abandon. James could feel his spine and ribs bending almost to their breaking point as he was forced to take the fat pig’s full weight again and again.

Chase’s strikes were more targeted than Frank’s wild rampage. He kicked hard and fast from the side, hitting the soft spots under James’s ribs whenever he had a clear shot. Each time his hoof landed, it felt like James had just been stabbed with a cruelly blunt knife.

The pain was worse than anything James had felt before. Their assault was relentless, and it wasn’t long before his entire body was in pure agony. His eyes were clenched shut, trying to hold back his tears. He wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. It meant that he couldn’t see their attacks as they came, but that hardly mattered. He wouldn’t have been able to stop them anyway.

He got a brief respite when the kicks suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes just as they turned him over onto his back, Chase kneeling down onto his chest and grabbing him by the collar. The bull’s fist connected with his cheek, smashing his head back into the ground. Several more punches followed, each as brutal as the last.

Each time the bull struck him, James bit back the cries that tried to force their way out. They wanted him to feel weak. They wanted to see him break. He was determined not to give them the satisfaction. His resolve broke, though, when Chase sent a full-force kick straight into his crotch.

The choked scream that escaped his throat only spurred them on more. James was sure he couldn’t possibly feel more pain than he did at that point, but the two bullies were trying hard to prove him wrong. He hoped desperately for someone, anyone, to stop them.

“Hey!” a voice shouted from the corner of the school, as if summoned by his silent plea. Without a word, both bullies ran away in the opposite direction, leaving the battered and bloodied fox in the dirt.

James heard footsteps approaching quickly before he was pulled up to his knees. Ral was holding him, panic written all over the gecko’s face.

“Shit. James, are you okay?”

“I- I’m—”

“Enough of this. You need to tell someone. Anyone. The principal, a teacher, a counselor, I don’t care. But you can’t just let this happen.”

James gave up, letting his head fall into the gecko’s chest. He didn’t want Ral to see him like this. He felt weak. Pathetic.

‘Don’t cry. Don’t cry.’

It was too late. James couldn’t stop the tears as they streamed down his face. “I… I… okay…,” he whimpered. “I promise I’ll tell someone.”

…………………

The next day, before school started, James walked into the counseling office. He’d never had to go here before. Something felt wrong about him, a star student, having to come here for help. But Ral was right. He had to talk to somebody. Swallowing his nerves, he shuffled forward to the receptionist’s desk.

“Um, excuse me?” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The receptionist stared at him blankly. Her eyes appeared almost unfocused, like she wasn’t really seeing him. His skin started to crawl as his discomfort grew to even greater levels. After a few seconds of holding her gaze on him, though, she suddenly came to life, smiling gently and saying, “What are you here for, honey?”

James looked down, unable to meet her eyes as he answered, “I’d like to speak to a counselor about… something I’m dealing with. Are any of them available?”

“Most of the counselors are busy right now, but there’s one who should be free,” she said. “Go down the hallway, third door on the left.”

James nodded and thanked her before walking down the hall. His ears perked as he tried to hear what was going on in the other offices. They must’ve been soundproofed, though, because he couldn’t hear a thing. Probably for the best. He didn’t want anyone to be able to overhear him talking about his bully situation.

He stopped at the third door to find it slightly ajar. He knocked and heard a deep voice answer from within, “Come in.”

With a deep breath, James opened the door and stepped into the counselor’s office. It was very simple: just a small room with a single wooden desk and, strangely, a plain mattress tucked into the corner that barely fit. There was a chair on his side of the desk. On the other side of the desk, there was a large grey wolf sitting in an equally large chair.

James thought it was odd just how barren the room was. The desk didn’t even have anything on it. No computer, no pens or paper. How did this counselor even do his job? But a weird flicker of color in his peripheral distracted him from his thoughts. Right where the wolf’s fur met the collar of his button-up shirt, James could’ve sworn he’d seen some sort of shimmering.

“Shut the door behind you,” the wolf said, pulling his attention away before James could investigate the glimmer. Something about the deep, rumbling sound of the wolf’s voice demanded his focus. It was a bit unsettling, like his thoughts were being yanked along by a chain.

‘It’s just nerves,’ he told himself. ‘It’ll settle down once I’ve started talking.’

The thought didn’t do much to ease his discomfort. He could feel the counselor’s eyes on him, as if he were being sized up. It sent a shiver up his spine.

“The name’s Mason,” the wolf said. He stared at James expectantly. It didn’t seem like he was one for small talk.

“Um… my name is James Alder,” James said, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I… I wanted to talk to you about something.”

There was an impatient edge to Mason’s voice as he answered, “I gathered that, kid. Take a seat.”

James shuffled into the empty chair in front of the desk, his eyes still glued to the floor as he struggled to find the right words. Coming here in the first place was difficult, but actually opening up and telling an adult about what had been happening was ten times worse.

He barely noticed when Mason stood up and crossed the room to the door. The click of the lock was a comfort, though. At least he could be sure that no one would walk in on them. When he managed to work up the courage to look up, though, he was caught off guard by the sight that awaited him.

Mason had taken off his shirt. Without it blocking the view, James could see that the wolf’s dark grey fur changed to a lighter shade on his chest and stomach, allowing a large pair of near-black nipples to stand out against the fur. Mason’s body was covered in muscle, his six-pack abs and chiseled pecs on proud display for the teen.

In a panic, James was about to protest the inappropriate gesture when the shimmering caught his eye again. Now that the shirt was gone, there was nothing between James and the constantly shifting colors that danced across Mason’s bare chest. It was as if the light from the window were splitting into a multitude of hues as it struck each of his hairs.

At first, the shifting of the color seemed random, but as James continued to stare, he felt himself being guided upwards. The colors were so enticing, gentle even, as they pulled his gaze up to the wolf’s face. His mind felt… loose, almost. As if a sudden shake would send his brain tumbling out of his head. It felt nice.

And Mason’s eyes. Oh, those eyes. Somehow, they appeared to be every color at once, as fluid and beautiful as the lights on his fur. James felt their pull, and only the smallest voice in the back of his head begged him to resist. But that voice was getting quieter and quieter, until James couldn’t hear it anymore. Those colors were the only things he could focus on, until he heard Mason’s voice, the words echoing inside his skull.

“Tell me everything.”

And James did. The lights made it so easy. So simple. He told Mason about Chase and Frank. The ways that they bully him. He confessed his fear of their escalation, but also of what they would do if he reported them. He talked about Ral. The gecko’s worries, James’s feelings, and his fear of rejection. Even his academic stresses and insecurities tumbled out of his mouth. Through it all, the colors cradled him. Their ever-changing patterns led him, urging him to continue until he had nothing left to share.

Suddenly, the pressure released. James shook his head, groggy and confused. What just happened? It took a few seconds for him to remember, but then he calmed down. He had been talking to Mason, just like he came here to do. And, to his relief, it had been much easier than he’d thought.

Mason leaned back in his chair. “So in a nutshell,” he said, “you’re getting bullied by a pair named Chase and Frank. You’re in the closet, and you’ve got the hots for your best friend Ral, who you’re too scared to make a move on because you don’t know if he’ll like you back. That about sum it up?”

James nodded dumbly. Did he really share that much? He thought he was just going to seek out advice on how to deal with Chase and Frank, not spill his entire life story.

“Well then,” Mason said, “I know the perfect solution. It’s a special therapy that’ll take care of everything in no time.”

Was that really possible? Could therapy really fix his situation? James didn’t know, but as he looked at the wolf’s glimmering fur again, he felt an overwhelming need to try Mason’s plan.

“Alright, let’s try it,” he said.

Mason grinned. Under other circumstances, James probably would have seen something threatening, almost predatory in the wolf’s face.

“Perfect,” the wolf said as the colors intensified. James was immediately pulled back up to Mason’s eyes. They were the last things he saw before his mind went blank.

It only felt like a moment passed before James came to. He could hear Mason saying something, but he wasn’t coherent enough to understand the words at first.

“I- I’m sorry, what did you say?” he asked, shaking his head to knock the cobwebs loose.

Mason chuckled. “I said good job, James. I think you’re ready to handle Chase and Frank now.”

Already? But nothing had happened. He didn’t feel any different. “But—”

“No buts. I’m going to have a little chat with the two of them after school today to teach them to treat you right. Starting tomorrow, I think things will be better.”

James still had his doubts, but if Mason said so, then he guessed he had no choice but to wait and see. “Okay, then, I’d better get going to class.”

His first period was one of his favorites, and he’d been worried that his talk would make him late, but it had all gone by so fast that he should make it easily. When he checked his watch, though, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was lunchtime.

‘There’s no way! I was just here for a couple of minutes. How could it be halfway through the day?!’

He rushed out, not even noticing the odd, faint taste lingering on his tongue.

To his dismay, James ran into Chase on his way to the cafeteria. “Hey there, bitch,” the bull said, blocking James’s path with his larger body. “Where’ve you been? I’ve been looking for you all day. I was starting to think you pussied out and didn’t show up today.”

James’s heart began to race as he braced himself for the usual flood of fear. This time, though, it didn’t come. Something was different. He would have normally been trembling, praying that Chase would go easy on him. All he could feel in the moment was mild irritation, though. If anything, the sight of that muscled arm, and the thought of all the strength behind it being wasted on something as petty as threats was just pathetic, and all James could do was huff in frustration.

Apparently, the lack of terror in his eyes incensed Chase, because after waiting a few seconds, he grabbed James by the neck and pinned him against the wall. Now that the bull was getting physical, the fear finally hit James. It must have shown, because Chase’s face lit up in a vicious grin as he squeezed harder on the fox’s windpipe.

“That’s right. I could fucking destroy you right now and no one would stop me. You’re nothing.”

James didn’t say anything, both because of the hand around his neck and the realization that Chase was right. If Chase decided to go one step too far, nothing would save James. He went limp in his captor’s grasp, resigning himself to whatever was about to happen.

To his relief, Chase just took a few more moments to relish in his fear before letting go, allowing the fox to drop to his hands and knees with a series of choked gasps. 

“Run along, fag,” he taunted.

Without a word, James ran away. He knew what the consequences would be if he talked back. Once he was sure that he was safe, James leaned back against a locker to catch his breath. His entire body was buzzing, and he wasn’t sure what the feeling was. He was almost shivering, but weirdly, he felt a rising heat rather than the chilling fear he was used to. What was this? Anger? It didn’t quite match, but he was struggling to think of any other way to account for the fire beginning to burn inside him.

Whatever it was, it quickly turned into embarrassment and confusion when he realized that in all the excitement flooding his system, the tip of his penis was poking out of his sheath.

Once he shuffled into the cafeteria, he found Ral and sat down as quickly as possible. The blue gecko asked him how the counseling went and where he’d been all day, but James was barely paying any attention, only giving brief and vague answers. Although his body had calmed down, his mind was still abuzz as he struggled to understand what was happening to him.

…………………

That night, for the first time in years, James had trouble focusing on his homework. He was distracted by thoughts of Ral. Every time he tried to read from his chemistry textbook, the blue gecko’s face forced its way into his imagination. The image sent heat through his core, from his face down to his groin. He had no idea what was going on; it felt like his emotions were on overdrive.

He realized that he’d gotten to the bottom of the page in the textbook without taking in a single word. For the third time in a row.

‘That does it. I need to take care of this, and then I can study once my mind is clear,’ he thought.

The teenage fox checked to make sure his door was locked. He couldn’t have one of his parents walking in on him jerking his meat. With the door secured, he quickly stripped off his clothes until his bright red fur was the only thing between his skin and the air. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror from the side, and a realization hit him.

‘I look cute.’

He’d never really taken the time to appreciate his body before. School had always been his top priority. Learn everything, get good grades, go to college, start a career. No distractions. But as he really looked at himself for what felt like the first time, part of him wondered whether school was a kind of distraction too.

After all, his academic focus had kept him from ever noticing his slender figure. How the sheen of his fur and his low muscle tone made him look so soft, like a life-size plush toy. How the cream fur on his chest and stomach guided the eye along his curves, down to his crotch. And he had never paid any attention to his butt before, but now he realized just how plump and feminine it looked when it wasn’t crammed into the straight-fit khakis he always wore. With his cock now at its full five inches out of its sheath, James saw an attractiveness in himself that he had never seen before.

Acting on impulse, he turned and pulled his cheeks apart, raising his tail to give himself a full view of his tailhole in the mirror. He watched the fleshy rosebud clench and relax as he started to stroke his cock. Fantasies flitted through his mind feverishly.

James and Ral are making out on a bed, their tongues dancing gracefully as the gecko caresses his red lover’s body. James moans into the kiss when he feels Ral squeezing his backside. 

Suddenly, they are in a new position, Ral sprawled on his back with James between his legs, mouth bobbing eagerly on Ral’s cock. James pulls back until just the tip is in his mouth so that he can suckle and lick it more easily.

Ral grabs the top of James’s head and yanks him down without warning. His length forces itself down James’s throat, and all the fox can do is swallow and accept it. Ral pulls James’s head up and down on his manhood, saliva and precum mixing at the base, only to cling to James’s muzzle each time he is slammed into Ral’s groin.

Now they’ve changed again. Ral has James pinned down on all fours, the fox’s ass raised high and his face shoved into the blanket beneath him. Ral is absolutely hammering James from behind. His cock pounds James’s tailhole, hips thrusting at an intense pace. James is moaning constantly into the bed as he gets used hard. 

Ral leans forward and whispers into James’s ear, “Here it comes, bitch.” With one last thrust and a groan, he pushes the fox’s face down even harder as he blasts hot cum deep into James’s tailpipe.

James felt himself approaching his orgasm as the fantasy hit its peak. Still gripping his erection to cling to the pleasure, he opened one of his drawers and pulled out a sock. He’d cum into this thing at least a couple dozen times since its last wash, leaving it heavily stained with old semen. He was about to press his penis into it to catch his next load when a new impulse suddenly struck him. Without thinking, he raised the cummy sock to his face and took a whiff.

He immediately lost control as the smell of stale cum filled his nose. Before he knew what was happening, James had shot almost a dozen ropes of pearly white seed onto his bedroom floor. He was left gasping for breath in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of his life.

His fantasies had never been that… aggressive before, nor would he have ever dreamed of smelling that sock before tonight. And yet, the pleasure of his orgasm and the afterglow that followed were unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He hadn’t even known that kind of pleasure was possible.

As he came down from the orgasmic high, he realized that his new experience had the unforeseen consequence of leaving a slimy splatter of cum all over his floor instead of inside the sock. But James didn’t even hesitate as another new instinct surfaced in his mind. If these sudden impulses would bring him this much pleasure, then he would be glad to follow them. 

The naked teen dropped to all fours and started lapping up his own cum, moaning at the salty taste that he had been too embarrassed to try until now. What other pleasures had he been missing out on this whole time? All other thoughts were pushed aside; James wanted to know. His textbook lay forgotten on the desk as the fox began a night of unabashed self-exploration.

…………………

Despite getting no more than two or three hours of sleep the previous night, James was feeling more refreshed than ever as he walked into school. With a new skip in his step, he met Ral at the gecko’s locker, taking a moment to admire his friend’s body from head to toe.

‘He looks so good today. I’m going to do it. I’m going to ask him out.’

“Hey, Ral,” he said. “How’s it going?”

Ral looked shocked. “James? You look… actually way more upbeat than yesterday. I was getting really worried. You okay?”

“I’m feeling great!” James said. He mentally braced himself to ask the question, but Ral continued talking before he could get it out.

“That’s good…” the gecko trailed off as he looked down. “Uh… hey, your clothes look kinda weird. What happened?”

A spark of annoyance lit in James’s brain. Sure, his clothes were a little more disheveled than usual; his shirt was untucked and only half-buttoned, and his pants were loose because he’d forgotten to put on a belt. But none of that stuff really mattered. Besides, with his newfound understanding of his own body and its charms, James was starting to think these clothes weren’t his style. Really, he was just waiting for a chance to get something more suiting.

“Chase and Frank didn’t rough you up again, did they?”

Now the spark grew into a flame, and the fox’s infatuation was quickly melting in the heat. “God, is that all you ever talk about?” James exclaimed. “‘Chase and Frank did this,’ and ‘Chase and Frank did that.’ I can handle it! You’re not my fucking babysitter!”

Ral recoiled from the sudden outburst, hurt written all over his face. “I’m sorry, I… I was just—”

“Just trying to help?” James interrupted. “Maybe I don’t need your help. Maybe you need help. Maybe you’re the one who should be going to a counselor, not me.”

Ral just watched in shock as James stormed away. ‘What the hell was that?’ he wondered.

James wandered aimlessly through the halls, trying and failing to calm himself. He was so distracted by his anger as he stomped through a deserted hallway that he didn’t even notice the black bull in his path until he walked straight into a wall of muscle.

“Well, lookie here,” Chase taunted. “Looks like the little bitch boy is being all pouty.”

Frank leered down at James from over Chase’s shoulder. “Yeah, you think he and his boyfriend had a breakup?”

James prepared to snap back at the fat pig, but his anger petered out before he could muster the words. All he managed was a weak, “Not now, guys.” The two bullies just sneered back at him.

“Awww, the wittle foxy is havin’ a bad day,” Frank giggled.

“But we can turn that frown upside down, can’t we?” Chase added.

Before James could get another word in, Chase grabbed him by the neck and dragged him into the nearest bathroom. Frank followed, picking up a giant trashcan by the sinks and wedging it against the door handle. No one would be able to get in from the outside.

Chase threw James to the floor, giving the fox a chance to gasp for air. It almost took him a full minute to recover, during which the bullies thankfully left him to catch his breath. Once he had, he pulled himself to his feet and turned around.

“What the fuck is wrong wi—” his words failed him when he saw Chase and Frank. The two bullies were standing there, naked, their clothing tossed into a pile in one of the sinks. Somehow, they seemed even larger without their clothes. Chase’s athletic, muscular body, and Frank’s much rounder, pudgier one both loomed over him. James couldn’t move a muscle or get a word out. Every instinct failed him as he saw the one thing he never expected.

Chase flexed his arms, proudly showing off his body to the stunned fox. “Take it all in, foxy.”

“That’s right,” Frank said, rubbing his hands along his round stomach in his own display. “Take a goooood look. Is this getting you hard? You gettin’ turned on, bitch?”

He was. Against his protests, James could feel the blood rushing to his groin. His dick grew stiff and started to peek out of his sheath. And then he made the mistake of letting his gaze drift downward.

‘Oh God, their dicks.’ They were both significantly bigger than him: probably eight or nine inches long each. They were humanoid in shape, their veiny shafts bobbing almost angrily in his direction. Chase’s was the same black color as the rest of his body up until the head, which was a lighter brown. Frank’s, similarly, matched his pink flesh, although his head was more of a dull purple. Although they were roughly the same in length, Chase’s was definitely thicker, almost the width of a soda can, while Frank had the larger balls of the two, his fat apple-sized orbs hanging low between his legs.

The sight of them had James almost painfully erect in his pants. Without a belt, his stiff prick was pushing the front of his pants out, making it impossible to hide his growing arousal from the bigger teens.

“Ha! Look at his dick! He really is turned on right now. What a little fag!” Chase jeered as he stepped forward. James wanted to make a jab about the bull calling him that after exposing himself like this, but he didn’t dare. His ears were pinned back, and his eyes instinctively looked to the floor as Chase stopped right next to him, Frank taking position on the other side.

“Why don’t we make him more comfortable?” Chase suggested. Before James could try to get away, they tackled him, their combined weight squeezing the breath from his lungs and pressing him harshly into the tile floor. To his absolute embarrassment, the sound that was forced from him wasn’t a breathless gasp or a scream; it was an open-mouthed moan.

‘What’s wrong with me?’ he thought. ‘Do I… like this?’

The two bullies certainly seemed to think so. They laughed at the sound, teasing him about getting aroused by their bodies pressing against his. And the worst part was that James couldn’t deny it. His dick was hard and throbbing in his pants, and his face felt hot. Even though he knew he shouldn’t be, James was getting hopelessly turned on.

Chase stood up, letting Frank hold James in place with his considerable weight. James blushed as he realized that the pig’s cock and balls were pressing into his side. Chase reached down and started roughly unbuttoning James’s shirt, ripping a few of the buttons off in the process. Soon, he’d managed to pull off the garment entirely, exposing James’s cream chest and belly. The fact that James hadn’t put on a belt this morning made it easy to yank his pants off along with his socks and shoes. He laughed again when he saw what was underneath.

“Wow, James, no belt and no underwear?” he teased. “You were hoping for this to happen, weren’t you?”

James shook his head, but he could feel something inside, as if his own mind were starting to rebel against him. Why did he decide not to wear a belt or underwear today? After last night, it had just felt unnecessary somehow. But was there a reason?

‘Did I want this?’

Certainly, without underwear, it was much easier for his assailants to strip him down. He was as naked as them now, enduring their mockery as they poked at his erection, comparing it to theirs and saying that they were going to show him that a weakling like him only had one use.

Finally, Frank got off of James as Chase tossed his clothes in the trashcan against the door. James stood up and tried to cover his crotch with his hands. Growling at this last-ditch attempt at modesty, Chase simply walked over and slapped him in the face.

“Don’t you FUCKING dare try to cover yourself, bitch!” he yelled. “As long as you’re in here, you belong to us!”

“I’m sorry,” James cried, and he was shocked to find that he meant it. His mind was slipping somehow as his arousal grew. A new idea was taking hold, something deep within him surfacing. They were the ones in control. They had the power to dominate him. They had the right to.

‘But I—’ As he was shoved down to his knees, something snapped. The stress, the worry, the fear… James couldn’t take it anymore. His whole life, he had been afraid of failure, rejection, feeling weak. He had worried about success and respect. Where had it gotten him so far? Further down the rabbit hole of doubt, shame, and fear. Here, though, on his knees in this filthy bathroom, none of that mattered. He felt light and free for the first time in his life.

As he looked up at the two bullies and their glorious cocks hanging just above his face, James’s mouth began to water. Why did he need to fight this? Why did he want to? What if he just… embraced it?

Before Chase or Frank could even utter a command, they were caught off guard as James reached up to grab both their dicks at the base and pulled their tips to his mouth. All three of them groaned needily as he started licking the heads, pressing them together so he could taste both cocks at once. The flavor was addictive. He wanted more.

Precum started to ooze out of the tips as James gave them a tongue bath. The salty taste spurred him on even more. He stroked their shafts with his soft paws to coax more out of them. He wanted to cram both cocks fully into his mouth, but his inexperienced jaw couldn’t open widely enough to accommodate them together. After several failed attempts, he resigned himself to sucking them off one at a time.

He started with Chase’s. He circled the bull’s fat mushroom head with his tongue. At the same time, he pumped his paw up and down Frank’s shaft to keep the pig satisfied while he blew Chase. Its length became slick as James’s paw rubbed its pre all over. The wet squelching sound of the handjob had James’s own dick throbbing between his legs as he imagined tasting Frank’s cock.

Another shot of precum onto his tongue brought the fox’s attention back to Chase. James couldn’t believe he’d never done this before. How had he gotten by for so long without this? 

All this time, Chase and Frank had been showing him their strength. Their ability to dominate him. But he was blind, and he let his pride get in the way of what he truly needed. He had failed to see that they were showing him what he wanted deep down: to submit.

He started sucking Chase’s length deeper into his mouth, massaging the underside with his tongue as it slid in. The virgin fox couldn’t hold back a gentle gag as it pushed against the entrance to his throat. He was determined to get it in there eventually. For the meantime, though, he contented himself to bob his head on as much as he could while stroking the rest with his paw.

Chase’s breath was heavy, punctuated with occasional grunts. The sounds felt like an assurance to James, like they were Chase’s way of praising him. The thought had him feeling giddy and warm, his cheeks flushed and his mouth working even harder to earn more of the bull’s approval.

He got interrupted, though, when a hand grabbed his head and pulled him back so hard he swore he felt some fur get ripped out. He couldn’t hold back a whine as Chase’s wonderful dick was taken from him, only for it to be cut off by Frank’s cock shoving itself past his lips. It slammed against the back of his throat, trying to force its way through his resistance. It only gagged James for a couple of seconds before it got yanked back out, though.

Chase shoved Frank harshly. “What the fuck, man? I was almost ready to bust.”

“I want some, too,” Frank complained. “Don’t hog the bitch.”

‘They’re fighting over me?’ James thought. On the one hand, it made him feel wanted in a strange way. On the other, guilt was creeping into his mind as he thought that, if he were better at pleasuring them simultaneously, they wouldn’t be fighting like this. It was his fault, so fixing it was his responsibility.

Without another moment’s hesitation, James leaned forward and pressed his face into Frank’s fat nutsack. The pig’s crotch had a powerful scent, and James moaned as loudly as he could to show his appreciation. The two bullies looked down and noticed him huffing Frank’s musk.

Frank chuckled. “See? The little cocksucker wants my dick more.”

Chase’s fists clenched, his nostrils flared, and James could’ve sworn the bull’s eyes were turning red. In other words, he looked like he was about to beat the shit out of them both. James, however, knew the perfect way to bring him back from the edge. Still nuzzling his face into Frank’s groin, he tried to push his round butt out as much as he could.

“I’m sorry that I don’t have room for you both in my mouth,” he said. “But while Frank is using me up here, I’ve got another hole that Chase can take.”

It took Chase a moment to process what James was saying, but then his rage seemed to fade as his scowl morphed into a grin. “Oh, hell yeah,” he said. “Frank, you can have his mouth. I’m gonna break the bitch in for real.”

Frank looked like he might complain for a second, but the feeling of James’s tongue caressing his testicles changed his mind. Chase took his position behind James, rubbing his hands over the fox’s asscheeks and pulling them apart. He spat onto James’s twitching tailhole and pressed against it with a finger. James relaxed himself as much as he could, allowing Chase’s finger to slip into his rear with ease. The feeling of that thick digit writhing around inside him sent tingles through his body. Chase added a second finger, and then a third, stretching James’s rim around them as he explored the fox’s innards. The sudden stretching of James’s inexperienced hole stung, but the sensation just made him even hornier for the thick meat between Chase’s legs.

A hand on his head pulled James’s focus back to the pink dick in front of him. “Quit staring at it and get sucking,” Frank ordered.

James couldn’t help but obey, wrapping his lips around the head of Frank’s cock. Its taste was much stronger than Chase’s; the pig probably didn’t wash himself as often as his athlete friend did. James barely held back a groan as its girth pushed into his mouth. It poked against the entrance to his throat, just like Chase’s had, but Frank was not as content to let James take whatever he could without gagging. He wanted more.

Frank’s second hand joined the first on James’s head and took hold of him. Frank pulled James down on his cock harder, trying to force his throat open. It was unyielding at first, the efforts only serving to make James struggle and gag louder despite him wanting it just as much as Frank. He tried to relax his throat as much as possible, but it was difficult to work around his gag reflex.

Fortunately for both of them, Chase was able to help. He withdrew his fingers from James’s now-loosened anus and spat a new wad of saliva to lube it up a bit. He lined his cockhead, still slick with James’s spit, with the clenching pucker and started to push. James winced as he was painfully relieved of his anal virginity, taking care not to accidentally bite down on Frank’s shaft.

As Chase began to thrust in and out of the fox’s rear, James was pushed forward, jamming Frank’s tip against his throat. Each time it felt like the pig’s cock would break through, James would accidentally gag and block it out. He was trying to relax and let it in, but his lack of experience made it difficult. The rough treatment he was getting at both ends, as much as it was turning him on, wasn’t really helping, either.

Suddenly, as if sharing some unspoken command, Chase and Frank pulled back together until just their mushroom heads were left in James’s mouth and ass. Chase slammed his hips forward with Frank following suit just moments later. The hard thrust from behind shoved James’s whole body forward, forcing him down the length of Frank’s advancing shaft. With the help from Chase’s thrust, it punched straight through the fox’s resistance, lodging itself all the way down his throat.

James’s lips and nose pressed against Frank’s crotch as he was forced to deepthroat the pig’s hefty cock. Frank’s heavy, sweaty scent was stronger like this, complementing the meaty flavor of his shaft.

The fox’s throat convulsed and spasmed along the intruding length, but Frank held his head firmly in place. James tried to ease his reflex by swallowing around the dick. This tactic also helped guide the precum now gushing from Frank’s cock down to James’s stomach and massaged it from all sides, offering it all the pleasure it deserved.

Chase’s thrusting had grown hard and deep, his hips slamming into James’s butt as if he were trying to punish the fox for denying them this pleasure for so long. Every day that James had spent without dropping to his knees and worshipping his bullies was a day wasted. He would never allow it to happen again.

James let out a muffled cry around the cock lodged in his throat as Chase pounded his prostate into oblivion. This feeling, the bliss of being used at both ends, was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

That feeling sent him skyrocketing over the edge. His scream of ecstasy was stifled, coming out as little more than a whimper as he started to shoot his load onto the bathroom floor. Pleasure flooded his system like an electric current running through his whole body.

Darkness was slowly encroaching at the edges of his vision as his oxygen started to run out. Just before he passed out completely, Frank pulled back, giving James a few seconds to gasp for air before plunging back in. Soon, the pig was humping him just as vigorously as Chase, grunting and squealing at the tightness of James’s throat.

Their rough treatment, one tearing through his ass like a battering ram and one choking him to the brink of unconsciousness, kept his orgasm going longer than he thought possible. He shuddered and twitched, cum constantly leaking from his cock into a growing puddle between his feet. 

His spasms and muffled cries pushed Chase and Frank to their climaxes, as well. They both slammed home, hilting themselves inside him as they pumped cum into his bowels from both ends. Frank’s cock was far enough down James’s throat that he barely needed to swallow; it dumped the pig’s thick seed directly down his esophagus. At the same time, Chase’s cum warmed his guts as it painted them white.

As their orgasms started to wind down, they pulled out, letting the last of their loads coat James’s tongue and butt. He let Frank’s salty jizz sit in his mouth for several seconds to savor its flavor before gulping it down happily.

James got back into a kneeling position, pulling both boys to him so that he could suckle on their cockheads one more time and swallow the last few drops of their seed. He noticed a new bitterness on Chase’s, and heat rose to his face when he realized it must’ve been from his ass. As he cleaned Chase’s and Frank’s cocks, his paws strayed down to his leaking ass and rubbed Chase’s cum into his fur. He let it stain him, marking him so that he would never forget this feeling. The feeling of being used. Of being wanted.

Fifteen minutes later, James walked out of the bathroom, about five minutes behind Chase and Frank. From the rough state of his clothing, most who saw him would assume that he’d just been beaten up by the two bullies, as usual. Of course, they didn’t realize that he had Chase’s jockstrap shoved up his tailhole, stewing in the bull’s cum. James’s cock started to poke back out of his sheath as he imagined jerking off with the sloppy fabric in his mouth that night.

James shined as much as ever in his classes that day, but some of his teachers noticed a strange lack of enthusiasm from the red fox. Normally, he was eager to be the first to answer a question, but that day, he was quiet unless called upon. The students who sat near him noticed a strange odor on their normally well-groomed classmate, but none of them said anything.

…………………

“Hey, James!”

James stopped moving the second he heard the voice calling him. It didn’t take long before a hand grabbed him and pushed him into a locker. The fox grunted at the impact before smiling at his assailant. Chase was grinning right back, hunger and lust burning in his eyes.

“Happy Monday, cocksucker,” the bull greeted him. “Like the new outfit.”

Over the weekend, James found the time to replace his dreary, boring old wardrobe with something more fitting. He was wearing a bright pink tank top, a size too small so that it clung to his body and showed off his more feminine curves. On his bottom half, he was wearing a pair of black shorts so small and tight they could hardly be considered clothing. When he bent over and pushed out his butt in front of the mirror that morning, James could’ve sworn he could make out the wrinkles of his tailhole through them.

“Thanks, Chase,” James said. “Got any plans for today?” It had been almost a week since their first fuck, and each day of school had involved Chase and Frank grabbing him and pulling him into a bathroom to service them at some point. At first it had been spitroasts, blowjobs, and facials, but then the two dominant furs started to get more adventurous when it sunk in that James would do whatever they told him. James swore he could still taste Frank’s sweaty asshole from when the pig sat on his face, grinding that pucker against his muzzle as he dug his tongue in as far as it could go.

The weekend had been absolute hell. A full two days home with his parents, unable to slip away and get fucked. What was he supposed to do? “Homework,” they’d told him all confused, like they didn’t understand why they needed to remind him. That shit’s so boring. He managed to replace his clothes, but other than that he’d just been jerking off the whole time. Fingering his ass and trying to pretend it was Chase pounding him. Shooting cum straight into his own mouth and telling himself it had come from Frank’s musky cock. It just wasn’t the same, though.

Judging by the bull’s panting and the bulge in his pants, it looked like Chase was feeling the frustration, too. Despite this, he snorted and said, “Got nothin’ for you during school today, but there is a plan. Meet me by the student lot after school.”

With that, Chase let him go and walked off, leaving James behind with a throbbing erection that could be seen clear as day through his shorts. He heard countless gasp and giggles as the students around him noticed his predicament. The points, stares, and whispers only made him throb harder. He was almost half an hour late to his first period class, because he had to squeeze out three whole orgasms in the bathroom just to get his shaft back into its sheath.

…………………

The end of the day couldn’t come any sooner. James barely paid any attention to his classes. None of it mattered to him next to the anticipation of Chase’s plan. Was it a surprise gift? Was he going to bend James over in the student lot and screw him in front of the whole school? The horny fox couldn’t wait to find out. He was so wrapped up in these thoughts that he didn’t even notice the absence of a certain blue gecko.

As he ran to the student lot, James’s heart sank. Chase was nowhere to be seen. ‘He couldn’t have forgotten me, could he?’

‘No. Of course not.’

But doubt still lingered in the back of his mind. It made him question whether he had messed up somehow. When they talked that morning, was it some sort of a test?

‘It was, wasn’t it?’ he thought. ‘I was supposed to do something, wasn’t I? Did he want me to suck him off in the hallway? Or follow him to his first period and let him fuck me in front of the class? I should’ve done it. I can’t believe I was so—'

“What’s up, James?”

James instantly perked up at the sound of Chase’s voice. He turned around and practically threw himself at the handsome bull, only letting up when Chase grabbed his face and shoved him backward. James tucked his ears back and bowed his head submissively, although his tail was wagging as he waited for Chase to reveal the big surprise. But Chase just walked into the lot without a word, letting James trail behind him like a lost duckling.

Chase led the way to his car, a beaten-up brown pickup truck, and gestured to the passenger side while he climbed into the driver seat. “Get in.”

James hopped in without question, his curiosity building with every second. The route Chase was taking didn’t lead anywhere that James was familiar with, but every time he tried to ask where they were going, Chase refused to answer.

Eventually, Chase turned into an unfamiliar apartment complex. ‘Is this where he lives?’ James thought as he examined the buildings. This place had to be expensive. There was no way Chase’s family could afford to live here. And yet, Chase parked the truck and got out, ordering James to do the same.

Chase led him up a long flight of stairs and down the hallway before stopping in front of one of the apartments. The bull pulled an electronic key from his pocket and opened the door, almost shoving James in before locking the door behind them.

Even from the entrance hallway, James could tell that this apartment was huge. It must cost an arm and a leg to live here.

“Welcome home,” Chase said. James’s confusion must have been written all over his face, because the bull explained, “Mason set this up. Got the landlord to let us live here rent-free somehow.”

“Us?” James asked, his heart speeding up.

Someone shouted from deeper in the apartment, “You got that right, bitch!” James knew that voice.

Sure enough, he entered the living room to find Frank laying on the sofa in front of a TV. The apartment was shockingly spacious, with a living room bigger than even the one in his parent’s house. Even with countless boxes strewn about, waiting to be unpacked, there was plenty of free space. A granite counter separated the living room from a kitchen, seemingly fully stocked with supplies. A pair of doors in the entrance hallway opened to a bathroom and a closet, and there were two shut doors off the living room. James guessed that they must be their rooms.

“Only two bedrooms?” he asked.

“One for me, one for Chase,” Frank said. “You don’t need your own bed; you’ll be going back-and-forth between ours.”

The pig was naked and hard, gently tugging at his meaty shaft while a gay porno played on the screen in front of him. James got a good view of a blindfolded dog on his knees with almost a dozen guys jerking off around him. The dog held his mouth open to catch as much cum as possible as his face became absolutely drenched.

Frank turned the TV off and sat up. “Took you two long enough.”

“Yeah, well, I kept getting distracted by this one’s constant questions,” Chase said, stepping into the room without any of his clothes. James took the opportunity to appreciate the athletic bull’s now very familiar physique, from his muscular chest to his heavily swinging cock. Already, his mouth was beginning to water at the sight. He was so distracted that he missed some of what Chase was saying to Frank, but he snapped back to attention when he heard his name.

“…James doesn’t know the deal yet. Give me a second to lay it out so we can—”

“—Fuck that!” Frank exclaimed. The pig jumped to his feet and stomped across the room before grabbing James from behind and shoving him onto the kitchen counter. “I’ve been sitting around waiting for you two this whole time. I’m not waiting anymore.”

He grabbed the back of James’s waistband and yanked the shorts down. His cock, heavy and warm, rubbed between the fox’s asscheeks, the tip pressing against his back entrance for just a moment each time before sliding up along his rear. A needy whimper slipped from James’s lips as he rocked his hips back, both to stimulate Frank’s length and to try to coax it inside him.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait very long. Frank was not a patient person, so he grew dissatisfied with hotdogging the fox’s ass in under a minute. Without so much as a word of warning, he lined the tip of his cock up to James’s quivering pucker and pressed his hips forward. With nothing but a few drops of the pig’s precum to ease his entry, James hissed as his ass was forced to stretch around Frank’s thick meat. It felt right in a way, though, like a deserved reprimand for keeping Frank waiting so long. As that thought settled in his mind, the pain began to twist into its own sort of pleasure, and the need to be fucked with everything the larger male had took over.

Frank was all too eager to oblige. His first few thrusts were slow and deep, exploring as far into James’s insides as he could reach, but he was much too horny after spending so long edging himself to porn to restrain himself any longer. He picked up the pace, rocking James’s body back and forth across the counter in time with his thrusts.

Chase watched the two fuck with increasing fervor for a minute, weighing his irritation at being interrupted by Frank against the demands of his stiffening cock. Finally, the latter won out, and he stepped up to the counter across from Frank, waving his dick in front of James’s face.

James leaned forward to kiss the tip of the bull’s cock. It was as wonderful as always, and as soon as precum started to trickle from Chase’s piss slit, James lapped it up happily. A needy groan slipped from his throat as the first hit of that salty fix reached his brain. He suckled on the head, his tongue lavishing every inch of masculine bovine meat.

As his two former bullies got more worked up, Frank shoved James from behind. This accomplished a few things. First, it pressed James’s torso into the countertop, squeezing his own neglected shaft between his stomach and the marble. The change in position also gave Frank a better angle to pound the fox deeper from behind. Finally, it pushed James’s muzzle down Chase’s length, inch after inch slipping past his lips and pushing the tip into his throat. The past week had trained James well in the art of deepthroating, so it only took a moment of concentration to get his gag reflex under control and let Chase in.

Chase’s nostrils flared as he huffed, his hot breath tickling the fur on James’s head. He would never get tired of the feeling of something warm and slick surrounding his cock. The tongue bath from a desperately horny nerd-turned-slut added more fuel to the fire. He almost forgot what he wanted to say before Frank started fucking James, but as he started to get into a rhythm of humping the fox’s face, he was able to concentrate enough to recapture the thought.

“So,” he said, “after you snitched on us to Mason…,” he cuffed James over the head. “By the way, fuck you for that, you little shit…, Mason called us to his office to talk about you. He… uh…” Confusion flashed across his face for a moment. “He… man, I don't fucking remember, but we figured out how you deserve to be treated, anyway. And after Mason found out we were fucking, he set us up with this place, rent-free and all. He even said he’d tell our parents for us. We thought that sounded like a sweet deal, so now you’re gonna stay here with us and be our live-in sex buddy. How do you like the sound of that?”

James couldn’t get any words out around the bull cock in his mouth, so he did his best to answer by bobbing his head up and down Chase’s length with everything he had. He licked, sucked, and slobbered all over it. That, plus the needy clenching around Frank’s shaft as the pig slammed into his ass at full force, got the message across. The fox couldn’t possibly imagine a better life.

The heavy breaths and erratic thrusts he was receiving from both ends tipped James off to the pair’s impending orgasms, and he doubled his efforts to milk them for all he was worth. Before he could get them off, though, Chase suddenly pulled out and said, “Wait, Frank. I’ve got something else we should do first.”

Frank stopped fucking James, but he didn’t pull out, leaving his cock resting in James’s warm insides. James whined needily, trying to rock his hips a bit to stimulate himself with the pig’s dick. He knew Frank well enough by now to know that if he could entice him enough, Frank would lose his patience and get back to fucking him.

“Knock it off, slut!” Chase exclaimed, twisting James’s ear painfully before walking over to a nearby cabinet. “We’re just gonna do one more thing to celebrate before we fuck your brains out.”

James managed to get himself under control, the promise just barely enough to keep his horniness at bay.

The tinkle of glass knocking against glass followed Chase’s hands as he withdrew them from the cabinet. He was holding a pair of shot glasses in one meaty hand and a bottle of tequila in the other.

“I grabbed this from my dad’s place when I moved my stuff out,” he said as he poured the amber liquid into the shot glasses. “Figured it’d be fun to try. Not like my dad noticed, anyway. He was too busy with some guy Mason brought over.”

He passed one of the full shot glasses to Frank and kept the other to himself. He looked down at James and grinned. “Don’t worry, James. I didn’t forget you.”

He reached back into the cabinet and pulled out a third shot glass. This one was already full of a viscous white liquid. If there were any doubt about it, a quick sniff confirmed that it was cum.

“Bottoms up,” Chase said, raising his glass to his lips and downing it. The other two followed suit. While Chase and Frank both coughed as they got their first taste of liquor, caught of guard by its harsh burn, James got to enjoy the familiar flavor of cum as it coated his tongue and esophagus on its way down. He licked all over the inside of his shot glass to make sure he didn’t leave a drop behind. It was good, but James’s eyes were glued to Chase’s balls, imagining how much more was churning inside them.

Chase chuckled. “Whatcha’ staring at, James? Didn’t you like your drink?”

“It was as good as it always is,” James answered, still staring straight at Chase’s scrotum, “but I don’t know why you put it in a glass when you could’ve just fed it to me straight from your dick.”

“Because that wasn’t my cum,” Chase said. “It was your dad’s going-away gift for you.”

Shock ran through James’s system like a cold wave. ‘My… dad’s?’

The aftertaste still lingered on his tongue. There was something different about it now that he knew where the load came from. A faint hint of sweetness that set it apart from the flavor of Chase’s and Frank’s semen.

The moment of revelation pushed Frank past his limit, and the pig suddenly resumed thrusting into James’s ass at full force. “Oh, fuck yeah!” he squealed. “Fuckin’ slut, bet you love drinkin’ your dad’s cum! Bet you want to drink it straight from the tap like a nasty lil’ whore!”

The image burned itself into James’s mind. Him, on his knees, bobbing his head along his dad’s length, ropes of fresh cum shooting down his throat. Milking the cock that made him for all it had to offer. James was careening toward an orgasm, letting the incestuous fantasy play over and over in his imagination. The only thing keeping him focused on the present was the feeling of Frank’s cock pounding his prostate like he was trying to break it.

Frank’s words devolved into a string of incoherent obscenities as he hilted himself inside James’s ass. Hot pig cum began to fill the fox’s bowels. The warmth sent pleasing tingles running up James’s spine, and he could feel himself teetering right at the edge of climax. His knotted prick throbbed desperately between his stomach fur and the counter, oozing precum all over.

Just as it was all getting to be too much, Frank leaned in close and growled, “Say it. Tell us how much you liked it.”

James couldn’t take it anymore. With a loud moan, he surged past the point of no return, cum spurting out of his cock across the counter. “Guuuuuh…,” he groaned. Deep in the throes of ecstasy, there was no holding back. “It was so fucking good! I loved it!”

“You want more, don’t you?” Frank pushed him. “You even wanna suck your own dad’s dick?”

“Yes…,” James admitted. “I need more!”

With everything going on, from the rush of Frank’s cum filling his insides to his own intense orgasm, James could focus on nothing but the pleasure and his cravings. The quiet, reserved student was long gone. Whatever remained of him was thrown away in the descent into pure debauchery. Chase and Frank liked him as a slut, so all he cared about was being the sluttiest fox possible.

James’s admission spurred Frank on, the pig grunting in his ear and shooting a few extra ropes of cum into his guts. A chuckle from above pulled James out of his orgasmic stupor just enough to wonder what Chase was doing that whole time.

He looked up to see Chase, phone in hand, pointing the camera straight at him. The bull was recording it. A few taps on the screen and a whoosh sound later, James gathered that Chase just texted the video to somebody. He felt no shame, though, as he would have once. In its place, there was a mix of pride and excitement at the thought of his sluttiest moments being shared with others.

A few minutes later, James was on his knees in front of the couch, cleaning Frank’s member with his mouth. While bobbing his head on its length, James was getting all three of his favorite flavors mixed into one: ass, cock, and cum. Once he was sure that he’d gotten it fully clean, James let it go and scooted over to Chase, running his tongue along the head of the bull’s dick before sucking on the meaty head.

The bull’s phone dinged, and Chase picked it up to check. He grinned widely at whatever he’d received.

“Hey, James,” he said.

James released Chase’s cockhead with a pop. “Yes?” he asked, still running his tongue along the shaft.

“Take a look.” Chase showed James his phone. It was a text conversation that started with Chase sending the video of James drinking his dad’s cum. The first response simply read, “Hell yes.” The second, though, sent heat rushing to James’s face. It was a photo of an orange-and-white adult fox, sitting naked in a chair. His free hand was stroking his penis, the whole surface shiny and slick with precum, above a hefty pair of balls.

‘Dad?’

“Looks like your old man wants to give that cockwarmer you call a mouth a try. We’ll have to invite him over some time. Show him exactly what his son is good for.”

James nuzzled the bull’s testicles, sniffing and licking them to show his enthusiasm, as well as thank the bull for helping him begin this new life. “Yes, please.”

The sound of the front door opening caught all three of them off-guard. Thankfully, Mason was the one to round the corner, shirtless and carrying a large cardboard box. “Hey there, kids. Just stopping by to see how things are coming along and drop off a couple things I thought you’d like.”

Chase grabbed James by the ears and jammed his cock into the fox’s mouth before answering, “Thanks, Mason! It’s going great; the slut took to his new life like he was born for it.”

“That’s good,” Mason said. He set the box down on the counter and walked over, rubbing the bulge in his pants. “If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a cute little piece of ass like that going to waste.”

Chase pulled James down to the base, forcing the fox to take the length in his throat. James moaned happily as his nose was pressed into the bull’s crotch. Every breath blessed him with more delicious musk. The scent mingled with the lingering flavor of precum on his tongue, left behind from before Chase shoved his drooling tip into James’s esophagus.

The horny fox whined when he was pulled off. ‘Whyyy…,’ he thought.

“Hey, Mason. Want a go at him?” Chase asked.

The wolf unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor, revealing a foot-long canine cock and a massive set of balls. “Hell yeah,” he said as he grabbed James’s backside, rubbing his length between those plush cheeks.

Mason met the eyes of Chase and Frank, the lights shifting across his fur intensifying to pull them both into a trance. He had only recently started experimenting with exerting his influence over two people at once, but he was getting the hang of it. The wolf was always looking for chances to push the limits of his power.

“You know the best part about having a horny little toy like this? You two can do whatever the hell you want with him, and he’ll love it. No need to hold back. Every crazy thought you’ve ever had can be let out on him.”

Chase and Frank both groaned in their stupors, cocks twitching as fantasies circled in their minds. Mason had stirred up thoughts and kinks that the two had buried long ago, as well as planted a few new ones in their minds. They would probably still start out smaller as they acclimated to owning James, but he knew that they would ramp up the extremity over time, transforming him and themselves into symbols of absolute debauchery. The box full of gags, floggers, and bondage gear that he’d left on the counter would probably help, too. 

James arched his back as Mason pushed his cock past the boy’s fleshy rim. Mason grabbed his head and pulled it up, giving James a good look of Chase’s and Frank’s faces as their trances wore off. They looked down at him like a piece of meat, and if he hadn’t already had an orgasm just minutes before, the predatory looks in their eyes would’ve had him shooting all over the floor.

Chase turned to Frank and said, “I’ve got an idea,” before leaning in and whispering in the pig’s ear. At first, Frank looked like he was about to protest, but his frown morphed into a grin as he kept listening.

“Fuckin’ A. Let’s do it.”

Frank lay down on his side on the couch, lifting one leg up and exposing his asshole. Chase scooted over and pressed his tip to the tight entrance, but instead of trying to push in, he just held position there, jerking off feverishly.

With a gasp, Chase came all over Frank’s twitching rosebud. His cock twitched and spasmed as its load coated the pig’s fat rear and entrance. Frank let himself sink into the couch. “Fuuuck…,” he said. “That felt better than I thought it would.”

He scooted over, careful not to let any of Chase’s jizz leak onto the couch or carpet. “Now it’s time for the real fun, though,” he said as he laid down on his back in front of James. He pulled his legs up, showing off his cream-coated ass to the moaning, panting mess of a fox. “Enjoy, slut.”

James didn’t need any more urging to push his face between those pillowy cheeks. The first thing he did was shove his nose up against the hole, smearing cum all over his face as he inhaled deeply. The mixed scents of sperm and ass were intoxicating, and the taste was even more so as James started to lap it all up with his tongue. Mason’s thrusts from behind shoved his face back and forth into Frank’s rear, and at one point, James could’ve sworn he felt the end of his muzzle start to slip inside of Frank’s asshole.

Mason thrusted forward one last time, intentionally leaving his knot outside the boy’s sphincter to avoid getting stuck in him. As the thick bulb came to rest against the flesh of James’s rim, the fox felt a rush of warmth inside him as Mason’s orgasm began. The wolf’s thick seed painted his inner walls, mixing with the pig cum already inside him. As Mason emptied his balls into James, the teen felt full. Complete.

Mason held himself inside the fox’s eager ass for a few more seconds to let the last of his cum shoot into him. When he pulled out, James’s tailhole was left gaping, a deluge of spunk leaking onto the carpet below. Chase got up to take the now-vacant position before shoving his whole length in with one thrust. The fox’s ass was sloppy and loose enough that Chase could immediately start fucking him at full force, eager to add his next load to the collection.

“Well, I’d better head out,” Mason said. “Got a couple other things to take care of. Don’t forget to take a look in my box. I’ve got a feeling James would look good with a ring gag.” The image had all three of the teens groaning in delight.

As he turned to leave, Mason remembered one last thing he meant to tell James. “Oh, yeah. That gecko you were into came and talked to me the other day. Said he was worried after you two had a fight, and he thought you were acting weird. So I took a peek, and it turns out, hitting on him would’ve been a lost cause, after all. He was straight as an arrow.”

A faint grimace crossed Mason’s face as he said that, although it was quickly replaced by a wide grin. “Anyway, I took care of that little problem, so you’ve got nothing to worry about, kid. I think you’ve got everything you need right here.”

With that, he walked out, shutting the door behind him and leaving the trio to their fun. To be honest, James barely even heard what Mason said. He was too busy tonguing the cum from Frank’s asshole to care.

…………………

“Well, I hate to see you go, Mason, but I can’t make you stay,” the school’s principal, a rotund elephant, said to Mason. “You have been our best counselor, hands down.”

The naked wolf nodded, his exposed fur shimmering in the elephant’s eyes as he lazily stroked his cock, the other hand holding his phone. His eyes shifted back and forth between the principal and the photo of a cum-covered goat on the screen as he answered, “I appreciate that, Mr. Horner, but it’s about time I had a change of scenery. I can’t stay in one place for too long.”

“But you‑ mmf, you haven’t even been here for a full month. You could do so much more good for our school if you stayed,” Mr. Horner insisted, his breath getting heavier with each second.

It was true. Mason definitely had the power to turn this place into the perfect school. He could have teachers and students learning to fuck like rabbits, shedding their inhibitions along with stifling dogma like modesty, decency, and purity. Certainly, the image of it was bringing him closer to the edge as his hand bounced against his bulbous knot. 

But alas, Mason was not one to anchor himself to any one place. He needed to take his gift elsewhere, spreading debauchery as widely as possible. Playing counselor had been a fun little exercise. It was amusing to restrain himself and try to play more subtle, to plant seeds in a mind and watch how they grow rather than just force it into shape all at once. He could feel himself getting bored of this place, though, so it was time to move on to whatever new project would catch his fancy next.

“I’m afraid that my mind can’t be changed, Mr. Horner,” Mason said, standing up. “But how about one more thing before I hit the road?”

“Of course. Anything for you,” Mr. Horner answered.

Mason walked around the elephant’s desk, grabbed his head, and shoved his mouth onto his cock. His full length forced itself down Horner’s throat on the first thrust. The principal’s lips pressed tightly around the shaft, milking it as Mason groaned and shot his load down Horner’s slick throat. The thick wolf cum was deposited directly into the gagging elephant’s stomach as he was treated like nothing more than a receptacle for semen.

At the wolf’s psychic order, Horner cried out around the cock as he came as well under his desk. Mason pulled back, strings of cum and saliva connecting his crotch and Horner’s mouth. Mr. Horner gasped for breath, moaning as the last few drops of Mason’s salty seed landed around his lips.

“Fuck… I really am going to miss you, Mason,” he said after swallowing Mason’s parting gift.

“Noted,” Mason replied with a grin. He looked down under the principal’s desk. “And how are you doing, kid?”

Under the desk, attached to the underside by short chains connected to a collar and wrist cuffs, Ral was struggling to breathe around the long, thick elephant cock invading his throat. The nude blue gecko’s belly was bulging with the buckets’ worth of cum that he had been forced to drink. His mouth was dripping with jizz that had overflowed when he failed to swallow quickly enough, letting it dribble down to paint the rest of his body white. An extra-large horse dildo had been shoved up his tight tailhole, forcing the teen to sit on it and push it deeper into his bowels to fit himself in the cramped space. If he was going to take that elephant cock up his ass one day (and he was, according to Mason’s visions of his future), he’d have to be trained up to it.

A day ago, the gecko would’ve been sobbing as he was forcibly stuffed from both ends like this. Now, though, he sucked absently on the principal’s shaft and rocked his hips on the dildo. His own short erection was peeking out from beneath his inflated belly, and the white stains coating the carpet in front of him hinted at the multiple orgasms he’s had while choking on cock. The last time the elephant pulled out of his throat to take a bathroom break, about three hours ago, Mason saw the gecko waiting patiently for Horner’s return with a blissful smile on his cum-stained face.

While trying less direct alterations had been an interesting learning experience, the sense of raw power Mason got from reaching into a mind and molding it as he saw fit was second to none. So when the straight little gecko came to Mason, explaining his worries about James’s well-being after the improvements Mason made in him, the wolf allowed himself to go all out as a little celebration for a successful experiment. Within an hour, he had a mind-fucked little cockslut guzzling his jizz, ready to be turned over to a new owner.

“I’ll make sure to stop by this one’s home today to update his parents on his new curriculum,” Mason said as he stepped away.

Horner nodded as he rocked his hips, forcing a muffled gurgle out of the teenager beneath his desk. “Sounds good to me. God, the rest of my schedule today is boring. I’d better go take a leak before I’m stuck on back-to-back phone calls.”

Mason stopped halfway through the door and turned around, locking eyes with the elephant and putting him under trance to leave one last thought. “You know, you don’t need to go anywhere for that break. Got a perfectly good urinal right under your desk.”

Horner blinked, his eyes slowly regaining focus. He looked a little confused for a moment, and then let out a long sigh as he started emptying his bladder. From the sounds of gagging coming from under the desk, Ral was trying and failing to keep up with the flow of piss being dumped into him, the excess being forced past his lips and dripping all over him. Based on his muffled moans, however, it sounded like being used as the elephant’s urinal had triggered the boy’s next orgasm.

Shutting the door behind him, Mason took a deep breath and smiled. He loved his little games. Nothing beats the feeling of wandering the earth, fixing everything that he finds broken. All he had to do now was reprogram a couple of concerned gecko parents, and then he could be on his way to whatever came next.