“Edi Kovac?”

The Dalmatian turned, eyes wide with surprise as a pair of other canines with different sub-species approached him. His eyes flicked to the microphone in the hand of one, and the  camcorder in the hands of the other. Edi quickly took a step back.

“S...Sorry, no interviews.” The canine mumbled, pulling awkwardly at the soccer shirt that was clad over his athletic frame. To those of a female persuasion he would have looked stunningly attractive-- lean built, tall, and those shorts certainly did everything they could do accentuate his manly curves and well rounded ass. But the fact of the matter was that Edi Kovac, lead striker of the Colorado Rapids soccer team, was a shy individual. Just the thought of getting in front of a crowd of people was enough to make him tremble. A one-on-one interview? Out of the question.

“C’mon, big guy, it’s just a few questions,” The interviewer began. “Won’t take more than a couple of seconds, I promise.”

“I-I don’t know, I don’t...I’m not really...” The Dalmatian began, turning towards the rest of his team, who were already halfway down the corridor and heading towards the changing rooms. None of them were paying attention to him-- par for the course really, considering his recent fame. They relied on him to win matches a lot of the time, but in the grand scheme of things he didn’t really socialise enough with anyone of them to be considered friends.

“Don’t be scared. Just a few minutes, I promise.” The interviewer insisted, and he reached out, grabbing the Dalmatian’s hand. Edi was far too introverted as a rising athletic star to protest, and he found himself being easily pulled along the hallway in the opposite direction of the changing rooms. The interviewer that held him by the wrist, a considerably shorter German Shepherd, looked strangely professional, despite his getup of a particularly loose jacket and jeans. His buddy sported the camcorder was a raccoon who looked as confident as his friend, but was dressed considerably more baggy.

Edi wondered at first where they were going, but soon enough the shorter canine turned a sharp left and pushed open a door leading into a tiny room that was barely enough for the three of them. A small table sat in the middle and a chair was placed on either side. The German Shepherd made a quick and simple gesture for Edi to sit, before he hopped up onto the table. Edi felt too nervous to sit down and instead opted to stand whilst the raccoon held up the camcorder to get him in sight.

“Alright,” The shorter canine sighed. “I’m Joseph Connelly, this is my cameraman Griss.”

“A...A pleasure. I’m Edi.” The tall Dalmatian held out his hand, but the only one who shook it was Joseph. Griss was already staring through the hole in the camera, the equipment trained on the focus of their interview.

“Oh, I know who you are,” Joseph beamed. “Edi Kovac, the up and coming striker that’s been hitting all the headlines, right? Must be quite exciting to be so popular.”

“I, uh...I guess.” Edi awkwardly replied.

“So, tell me-- what got you into soccer in the first place?” The canine began. At least the questions were simply enough; Edi had been anxious that the questions would be difficult.

“Oh-- well, uh, I used to do it a lot in school and got really good at it, it became something I enjoy and I just...went from there." Edi explained, and the interviewer beamed at his response.

“So you were pretty fit as a id too, huh?” He teased, and the 2 metre tall Dalmatian’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Y-Yeah, I’ve always been pretty fit.” The canine mumbled, and the other canine shifted forwards.

“Well, fair enough. So how did you get into professional soccer?”

“I got a sponsor during my scholarship...”

“Clinton University, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Edi wondered why they were even asking at all if they knew so much, yet here they were.

“And you’ve been in the States all your life?” The interviewer questioned, holding out the microphone for him and putting Edi on the spot.

“Since I was 3,” Edi replied honestly, yet awkwardly. “I’ve been in Colarado since then.”

“Okay, okay...sorry for the preliminary questions, it’s just good to set a baseline, of sorts,” Joseph offered what Edi considered to be a genuine smile. “So the game today, against the Portland Timbers. How did it go?”

“I mean, we won. I think there was a few mistakes and maybe we could have played a little better, but we got through reasonably enough...” Edi answered fairly honestly, still naive and new to interviews. He’d only been signed on the past 3 or 4 months.

“How do you think the rest of your team played?”

“I, uh...I don’t know. I mostly focused on what I was doing...isn’t this something you should asked the manager about?” Edi anxiously asked, and the smaller canine reached out, patting his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m not scolding you or expecting you to slip up.” Joseph assured him, his hand lingering a little longer than he perhaps should have. 

“R...Right,” Edi was beginning to feel a little awkward. “Are we done, or...?”

“Not just yet,” Joseph’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he made a gesture to his cameraman, who adjusted his grip on the camcorder a little. “Just a few more, and then you can go.”

“Okay...” Edi shifted and leant against the wall a little, beginning to feel like something was weird about the situation, yet he couldn’t put his finger on it. Having the camera focused on him didn’t make him feel any better, especially with how sweeping the raccoon was with his recording. He didn’t just focus on his face, but the majority of his body.

“If you don’t mind me asking, are you currently single or in a relationship?” Joseph asked, shifting to his feet and resting his behind against the table. “This is just for the middle-aged women audience.”

“I...well..." It was a little personal, but he didn’t see the harm in it. “I’m single.”

“I see, I see. Well, surely you’ve had plenty of lovely, attractive women lining up to date you.” The German Shepherd waggled his eyebrows and Edi cleared his throat, adjusting his T-Shirt a little. His lack of a response made Joseph raise his eyebrows.

“Oh? Not into girls?” Joseph asked rather nonchalantly, and Edi anxiously glanced towards the cameraman. 

“I, uh, I’m not comfortable with that question.” Edi tried his best to avoid it, but his refusal to answer it directly seemed to spur Joseph on, from what he could see.

“Oh wow, so you are!” Joseph seemed both surprised and delighted, offering a thumbs up to his cameraman before straightening up from the table. He moved slightly closer, microphone still in hand.

“Okay, so, not girls then,” The German Shepherd continued. “I’m sure you have plenty of guys lining up at the door for you, then.”

“Look, I uh...can I go? I don’t really want t--” Edi began, but he immediately froze when he felt the warmth of a hand on his body, and not just anywhere, either: right on his crotch.

“I can tell you have quite a lot to offer.” Joseph remarked absently, and Edi cast his gaze towards the cameraman, who was deliberately catching a long angle of the Dalmatian’s face and the hand on his crotch. Edi didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say. This kind of situation was altogether new to him-- hell, he hadn’t even experienced this sort of thing back in school. He was 24 now and he was still a complete and utter virgin.

“W-What are you doing?” Edi mumbled quietly, aware that he was up against the wall and so couldn’t take a step back. Instead, he placed a hand on the German Shepherd’s forearm and attempted to ease him off, but the other canine was quite firm.

“I’m just checking you out, Mr. Kovac. There’s nothing to be worried about-- our readers want to know all about this.” Joseph insisted, flexing his fingers against the flaccid bulge, making Edi tense. “Are you new to this sort of thing?”

“I’m not really comfortable with this...” Edi began, yet his body told a different story. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as the canine curled his fingers a little tighter against the athlete’s package, feeling it stiffen against his digits. 

“Your body says differently. Unless...?” Joseph’s eyes widened at the thought and his muzzle stretched into a wide grin. “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin? Surely not, considering this body?”

“L-Look, uh...” Edi affirmed his grip and eventually had the mental strength to completely push Joseph’s arm off. “I’m not...I’ve never told anyone what I am. And--”

“Wow. So this is kind of like your coming-out story!” Joseph exclaimed. “We should surely celebrate this, right?”

“What--”

“I mean, we don’t have any alcohol, but I have an idea or two.” Joseph pushed his hand forwards again, but this time he didn’t reach for the athlete’s crotch. Instead, he gripped Edi’s hand and pulled it forwards towards his own crotch. Edi was too naive to realise what the man was doing until it was too late. His palm pressed against a vivid warmth between the German Shepherd’s legs. He could physically feel the heat against the man’s jeans.

Edi’s brain effectively halted, if only for a few seconds, to the point where he’d almost completely forgotten that he was being recorded. All he could focus on was that warmth and his own budding curiosity, his virgin mind wanting to know more, to see more. Reality eventually hit him and he pulled his hand back, his heart hammering in his chest. He was more nervous than he’d ever been before-- far more than when he had done his first national game.

“What did you think, big guy?” Joseph smirking, getting a little closer. “I mean, I’m not gonna lie...you don’t leave much to the imagination with that get-up.”

“T-This is the uniform that all soccer players wear.”

“Yes, but none are as naive or as attractive as you. Just imagine all those guys staring at their TV screen when you squat down to tie your shoes, showing off that...” Joseph reached out, curling a hand around the man’s hip towards his ass. “Fine, beautiful ass of yours.”

Edi tensed the minute that hand met with his behind and he gulped nervously at the German Shepherd’s lidded gaze. Edi wasn’t so naive as to not see the signs of someone who was very clearly into him. It was his anxiety about the situation that caused him to restrain himself.

“I...well, thank you.” Edi didn’t know what else to say other than to thank him for the compliment, and a smirk spread across Joseph’s lips.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Edi Kovac...but sure you’ll offer me something a little more than a thank you?” His eyes twinkled with delight and Edi found himself looking between the canine and his cameraman, his heart rapidly pounding.

“I-I don’t know what you want from me.” Edi spluttered, but part of him knew what it was the German Shepherd wanted.

“I think you know...and if you don’t, well...why don’t I show you, so that my good friend can see too?” Before Edi could ask what he meant, Joseph’s hands tucked into the waistband of his shorts and yanked them down, revealing something that surprised the interviewer and his friend: tight elastic boxers, red in hue, that hugged to every contour and curve of athletic crotch, and along with that a turgid, obvious half-bulge that twitched just from being looked at.

The first thing Edi could think to do was snap his hands down to cover his crotch, and that made the two other men chuckle to themselves at the sight.

“My my, Mr. Kovac-- something tells me you’re quite enjoying this interview.” Joseph remarked, reaching out to try and tease Edi’s hands away, but the Dalmatian persevered.

“T-This is...” He wanted to say ‘inappropriate’, or ‘embarrassing’, but neither words seem to match what his body was feeling, Instead, his voice trailed off and the other adults exchanged yet another glance, a smirk playing across Joseph’s lips.

“Hot? Yeah, I’d agree with that.” The German Shepherd reached out, seizing the opportunity to reach out and grab the man’s ass again, cupping a fistful of the flesh through his smooth, stretchy boxers. Edi clenched immediately and found himself scooting forwards more than backwards, to avoid Joseph’s greedy paws. His movement, however, caused him to inadvertently pushed up against Joseph’s shorter frame, and the backs of his hands grazed the canine’s hip.

Joseph didn’t comment on it, though he definitely took advantage of the athlete’s tense attitude by snapped his hand to the behind again, forcing the canine to be squashed up against his own frame. There was about a foot difference between them, causing Joseph to have to look up. With a stunning grin, Joseph sneaked his hand up and slipped his fingers into the waistband of the man’s underwear, grasping the athlete’s bare flesh. If Edi were any younger, he might have yelped at the sensation.

“Such a tense man, aren’t we? It’s quite cute. I’m sure our readers will enjoy hearing all about it,” Joseph smirked. “Now...don’t you think you’re a little overdressed?”

“Wait, are you going to...” Edi closed his mouth and his eyes widened as he felt Joseph push his hand out, slowly dragging the Dalmatian’s underwear further down. Though Edi’s hands were keeping his crotch covered, he hadn’t placed them particularly firmly on his clothes, and they easily slipped under Joseph’s assault. Edi reached the catch the band of it and his fingers slipped, unable to grab it in time. The underwear moved past his legs at Joseph’s command and fell around his firm ankles.

Edi knew he was on camera, and he also knew that there was no way he was going to hide his obvious erection with just his hands alone. He wasn’t sure what embarrassed him more: that the two men could see his length and were additional recording it, or that he was so achingly hard in the first place.

“C’mon, don’t be shy,” Joseph reached around to the front, gently touching Edi’s hands. “We can see most of it anyway.”

He wasn’t wrong in that respect: even Edi could see the obvious arc of his 9 inch, humanoid member that swung to the left from behind his hands and thin athletic hands. He hesitated, eyes darting anxiously between Joseph and Griss, before he realised that they weren’t going to let up. With a sigh, he parted his hands and curled them into fists by his sides. 

Without his hands to prop it up, his cock swung forwards, sitting near-horizontal in front of him, mere inches from Joseph’s own body. His foreskin sat nicely along the head of his cock and his hefty nuts sat below the entire turgid length, nestled against his legs that remained firmly together, a sign of his nerves. Joseph ran his eyes up and down the Dalmatian’s tall body before offering yet another thumbs up to his cameraman.

“My oh my...” Joseph muttered. “You are gorgeous, big boy.”

“T-Thank you.” Edi mumbled, unsure what to say otherwise. He sucked in a harsh breath as he felt a hand on the head of his cock, and he looked down to see Joseph’s adventurous digits dragging his foreskin back, pumping his cock back and forth. Edi couldn’t resist groaning quietly under his breath and Joseph chuckled huskily in response.

“Pent up, big guy?” He teased, and Edi felt his cheeks burn.

“A-A little,” He muttered, finding himself being rather honest, likely because he was so exposed. “I don’t get a lot of time to...you know.”

“Oh, I think I know.” Joseph licked his lips, dragging his hand all the way back to the base of the cock and admiring how the head of the athlete’s member throbbed powerfully and swelled with blood, eager to be touched. A bead of pre-cum clearly oozed from the tip of Edi’s humanoid member, trickling down the underside. Joseph’s hand easily scooped that up as he pulled his hand back again, withdrawing completely.

Edi wondered why Joseph had stopped, but he soon found out when the German Shepherd reached for his own jeans, popping the button and quickly, almost eagerly dropping them past his hips, swiftly dropped his loose boxer shorts thereafter. In a matter of moments, Edi came face to face with his interviewer’s own member: 6 inches of similarly humanoid cock that leaned ever so slightly to the left, its length a rich chocolately brown. Joseph suddenly closed the distance between them, enough for his shorter cock to line up alongside Edi’s own, opposite one-another. He wrapped his slender hand around the two lengths and Edi huffed quietly at the sensation of warmth against the side of his member.

“You’re so fucking big.” Joseph muttered with a happy grin, almost to the point of lolling his tongue. He angled their cocks upwards and slid his hips back to allow his member to kiss with Edi’s own, the undersides of their lengths pressing against one-another with their clearly different sized glans squishing up against each other. As Joseph dragged his hand back up and down, Edi’s arousal became obvious-- each tug and squeeze coaxed more beads of pre-seed to ooze from the tip and pool between their members, slicking up their movements and allowing the luxury of their warm, pulsing appendages to slide a little here and there with each swift stroke.

Edi wanted to speak, but all his mind could focus on was that tantalising pleasure and the mere concept of the situation. He had never expected his first time to be in a small, cramped room with a complete stranger with a camera lens on them, and yet he found himself wholly into it despite his initial hesitation; the way his cock powerfully throbbed and twitched against Joseph’s gliding fingertips was indicative of how much he was enjoying it, even if he looked considerably nervous. Over time, with each pump and jerk, his eyes began to lid over and his slow breath began to dip into hot, shallow pants. He could feel the sweat building up on his body alongside his arousal, forming a familiar knot in his lower stomach.

“Is that good?” Joseph murmured, barely above a whisper, as Griss circled around them to get a better shot of their cocks pressed together. Edi could do nothing but nod and groan his approval, trying to resist the urge to thrust his hips forwards against the attentive hand. He watched as Joseph moved his other hand from the corner of his eye to reach around and grasp his ass again, squishing his athletic cheeks with his greedy fingers. Edi lowered his head to stare at the way his member was wildly pumped against the man’s own, but the gentle tickle of something against his forehead caused him to raise his head for a moment. He was surprised to find Joseph’s muzzle mere inches from his own, and as he parted his lips to speak, the German Shepherd closed the gap between them and met the athlete’s muzzle with his own, forming a delicate kiss.

Edi’s eyes widened, but he found himself soon closing them as he angled his head and settled into the warmth of the kiss alongside the massaging of his ass and the gripping of his cock. The combination of sensations was almost overwhelming, and after a while Edi couldn’t stop himself from panting, though it was mostly through his nostrils considering their kiss. Joseph felt the way the athlete groaned under his touch and had a feeling he was getting close.

“Almost there, big guy? Come on, cum for me.” Joseph withdrew from their kiss for a moment to tease and dirty talk the receptive, naive soccer star, and Edi found himself shuddering from the lewd speech. Joseph sped up his stroking, pumping up and down as his friend, the raccoon, stood nearby recording the pair of them. His camera was trained mostly on their crotch, but he occasionally flicked to the athlete’s face, likely to make his identity obvious.

Edi didn’t need to tell the man that he was going to cum; it was obvious from his suddenly heavy breath and steady, plentiful groans along with the vibrant pulsing of his member. The pleasure reached its peak and, all of a sudden, an intense feeling of pure, unbridled warmth washed over him. With a sickening sigh he orgasmed, a thick and plentiful sport shooting from the end of his member and arcing between them, landing primarily on Joseph’s front and staining his hoodie in a string of off-white cum. Another rope soon followed the last as Edi’s cock shot several spurts that splattered between them. Edi should have been worried about staining his shirt, but in that moment all he could think about was the pleasure he felt.

It didn’t take long for Joseph to finish soon after, though he opted for something slightly cleaner. He pulled back, loosening his grip around both their cocks to grasp his own. With a few quick tugs and a single, final groan, he climaxed as well. Edi looked down and stared as Joseph’s thick load splattered across his bare leg, seeping into his fur and matting it considerably. Joseph continued to tug long after his orgasm had faded and he eventually pulled back, licking his lips at the sight of the athlete more or less covered in cum.

“Mm. This was...quite educational, Mr. Novac.” The German Shepherd beamed, offering a thumbs up to his cameraman before be reached down to pull up his pants, adjusting them around his body. He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest that he was a little messy.

“Wait, so...that was it? We’re...?” Edi awkwardly rubbed the back of his head and began to get the sneaking suspicion that he had been conned. “What, uh...what magazine did you say you were from again?”

“Oh, we’re uh...” The German Shepherd trailed off awkwardly, glancing to Griss before back at Edi. “Well, we’re part of an online site...uh, KnotHub. Perhaps you’ve heard of it?”

The colour drained from Edi’s face, and he looked between the raccoon’s camera and then back at Joseph. He quickly realised what had happened, and what he had signed up for. Before he could even think to stop them, Griss darted out of the room and Joseph quickly scrambled after him. Edi wanted to run after them, but realised his clothes were still around his ankles. By the time he pulled up his clothes and left the room, they were already gone.

Edi cursed himself and turned to kick the wall, angry at himself for being so gullible and stupid. Then, something caught his eye: a piece of paper stick to the wall by god knows what. He paused and picked the paper off the wall. On it was a name, Joseph, and a number.

Edi realised now that the choice was his whether to pursue them for misconduct, or otherwise. If anything, all Edi could feel was embarrassment. Above all else, he knew he’d be a laughing stock if his team found out. But he also knew he’d be ruined if the video got out.

He resigned himself to the idea of having to contact them, at least. He just wasn’t sure if he would be prepared for what came next, whatever it might be.