Scox blinked open his eyes trying to get the sleep out of them.  His alarm clock read 6 30am and he felt that familiar happiness at knowing he had another thirty minutes to sleep before having to get up and get ready for school.  Despite his dad and Roan having their fun last night, he felt well-rested.

Then he heard his dad grunt and felt the older wolf buck up into him.

Sighing, the young black wolf pulled off of his father.  “What’s wrong?” the older white wolf asked.

“Nothing, dad,” he replied, pushing the older wolf onto his back.  He leaned down to give him a deep kiss, parting his maw and pushing his tongue to caress into the mouth of his father.  “You did all the work last night.”

He climbed on top of Fenrir’s hips and positioned his father’s cock under his tail, clenching his teeth as he sat himself down onto it.  The cock was nothing compared to Roan’s but relying on leftover cum and lube from four hours ago didn’t make for the easiest entrance.  He gave a sigh of relief once he felt his butt rest on his father’s hips and leaned back before giving a small bounce, smiling at the pressure on his prostate.

It was mornings like this that he still enjoyed having sex with his father.  When he was a cub he was just happy to be spending time with his dad, and he was well aware that his dad was happiest when they both were naked and panting.  Now that he was coming into his own as a teenager, he was discovering what real sexual attraction was and nude men weren’t on his google search history, let alone nude men twice his age.  Still, he knew kids his age didn’t get such a hefty allowance and he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that his allowance was bigger depending on how many men he bent over for that week.  It’s not like they were hurting him (much) so he didn’t see the harm in it.  Besides, this was how it always was.

All that being said, lack of attraction didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy the feeling of a man pressing hard inside him right on that sweet spot.

He felt his dad grab onto his own morning wood and start stroking, Scox bouncing a bit hirer to accommodate the rhythm of his father’s stroking.  Admittedly, he felt a bit worked up from the sexual encounter of the previous night and it wasn’t long before he was spurting his cum onto his father’s chest, ass clenching around the knot inside him and locking him onto his dad as he added more seed on top of last night’s load.

“You shouldn’t have finished with my knot in you, you’re going to be late,” Fenrir mumbled, rubbing his son’s thigh.

“Shut up, I know what I’m doing,” he quipped back, leaning down to rest on Fenrir’s stomach, cum-soaked fur pressing into his.  This was still where he felt most comfortable, nuzzling into his dad’s fur and just enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against his.  He felt a paw under his chin and turned his muzzle up to give his dad another sloppy kiss, a murr escaping his muzzle.

He got to enjoy this blissful moment for a good half-hour before he felt Fenrir’s dick finally slide out of him and he groaned as he finally got out of bed and went to take a shower and get ready for his morning class.

The water was nice and warm on his back and Scox took his time letting his body get nice and damp.  He turned around and picked bits of his wet cum out of his stomach-fur and grimaced trying to flick it off his paws.  Cleaning up was the worst part of anything sexual; having a man cum inside your mouth or ass was so much more convenient.

After what felt like an hour of careful grooming to make sure the musk of other men was washed out of the fur between his butt-cheeks, he padded out of the bathroom and stopped short as he passed the living room.  His mind took a minute to process the scene in front of him before he yelped and pulled the towel around his hips.

“Uh, Mr. Kiser, what’re you doing on my couch?” he finally stammered out.  The last thing he expected this morning was to have his principal in his home.  The buck was leaned back on the couch, looking perfectly at ease despite wearing formal slacks with a light blue button up covering his thick brown fur.  

The deer gave him a strange look, Scox feeling a small shiver when he saw the man’s eyes flick down to what his towel moments ago wasn’t covering.  “You’ve been late an awful lot this year, Scox.  Your teachers and I thought the parent-teacher meeting would be enough to help the situation but since that’s not been the case, I decided to stop by on my way in and just make sure things are alright here at home,” he grumbled in a low resonating voice that demanded attention.  Scox always wondered if his deep voice alone was what got him into such an authoritative position despite the fact that the man couldn’t be older than 26.

“Um…  Okay,” Scox mumbled, giving an awkward fidget.  The wolf felt like a cub again under the man’s gaze.  “I’m gonna go put some clothes on, where’s my dad?”

“Don’t worry about clothes, Scox,” Fenrir said, making Scox jump at the sudden hand on his back.  “I’ve been very forward with Ted about our home-life.”

Scox’s mind started spinning as he tried to process the information, trying to understand what his dad meant.  There was no way he told Mr. Kiser he pimped out his son to other men.  But what kind of lie did his dad tell that went along with not having to get dressed right away?

“Scox, you need to be very honest with me.  Do you consent to the activities you participate in?” Mr. Kiser asked him with what looked to Scox to be genuine worry in his eyes.

“I…  I’m not sure I understand, Mr. Kiser.”

“When your father initiates this sexual relations, do you consent to them?” Mr. Kiser asked again and Scox felt his heart stop at the confirmation that this man knew about that secret.

“My father doesn’t do anything I dislike,” he replied, setting his chin defiantly.  He wasn’t going to let this man report his case to social services.  He was happy with his life despite having to please other men.  “If I tell him I don’t want to do something, he stops.”

The buck nodded, antlers making the gesture seem over-exaggerated.  “Okay.  That’s all I needed to hear.”

Mr. Kiser stood off the couch.  Really? Scox thought, Was it as easy as just that?

Fenrir walked up to the man and reached out a paw, Mr. Kiser reaching into his pocket and handing the wolf a folded bill. “Nice doing business with you, sir.  Have a good time,” Fenrir told him, pocketing the money and turning to walk to the door.

Scox felt such a hot rush of anger inside of him that he thought he would burst.  “Dad, what the hell, where are you going?!” he called after him, his only response being a door shut behind the white wolf.  He turned back to his principal.  “Mr. Kiser, seriously?  You’re a principal, how can you condone this?!”

“I thought you said you consented to the things your father does, Scox.  And please, you can call me Ted when we’re not in school,” the buck responded while pulling off his belt and starting to unbutton his shirt.

Scox hadn’t lied, he was fine with his father taking advantage of him.  It was being loaned out to other men that was starting to twist his stomach.  But he knew how this was going to go, so he had to make sure to play his part.  “I’m…  I’m just surprised to have you to service, sir.”

“Ted.  Not sir.”

“I’m just surprised to have you to service, Ted,” Scox repeated, trying to swallow down the repulsion he felt knowing that he probably wasn’t the first youth his principal had taken advantage of.  Any warmth he had from his morning session with his father was completely incinerated by the anger in his stomach.

“Go ahead and lie on your back, Scox.  I didn’t lie about being on my way to school so our first time together won’t be very long,” Ted told him, removing his shirt followed by his pants.  Scox was surprised at the slenderness of the buck’s penis.  He had expected a monster like what was between Roan’s legs, not a slender member.  At least it wouldn’t hurt as bad as the stallion.

He removed his towel and laid down on the floor, lifting his legs up to rest his knees on either side beside his chest.

“I said it wouldn’t take very long, but I’m not jumping straight to that,” Ted murmured, kneeling next to the boy and pushing his legs back down.  Scox felt dread start to consume the anger in him as the buck raised one his legs over his form, turning and squatting back to present a puckered tail hole in front of his maw.  “Sorry if you just brushed your teeth.”

Scox didn’t waste his breath replying and leaned in, giving out a tentative lick.  He was pleased (I hate that I’m happy about any part of licking a man’s ass, he thought) to taste nothing but soap and clean skin.  His next lick was more adventurous, pushing against the deer’s hole and applying some pressure.  He was surprised at the tightness and felt a flash of envy knowing that this man had probably never had another man penetrate him.  He was always the one on top, never the one being shoved into the sheets biting a pillow trying not to scream.

“Don’t worry, I keep clean,” Ted said, sitting up more erect and pushing the wolf’s muzzle between his cheeks.

Just go all out, it’ll be faster like all the other times, Scox reminded himself and pushed his tongue out to enter the buck.  He pulsed and wriggled his tongue, repeating whatever actions got the man to grunt and moan.  A wet drip landed onto his stomach and he was glad to know he was getting the man worked up; if they’re leaking pre before they even enter you then the sex won’t last nearly as long.

He couldn’t help but jerk when he felt Ted’s paw reach down under his scrotum and prod at Scox’s own entrance.  “Hm, this feels a bit loose.  When was the last time someone used you?” he asked, leaning forward to let the wolf take a breath before responding.

“This morning by my dad, last night by one of his friends,” he answered truthfully, laying back his head, grateful to rest his neck.  “Don’t worry, I can clench and work that cock of yours so you don’t even notice.”

He saw Ted turn his head to glance back at his face and give a small grimace.  “You don’t need to remind me of your vast experience.  I’m not interested in seeding an already bred hole.”

He felt the man shimmy down so that he was sitting on Scox’s belly-button.  He heard a click as the older man started to apply lube to himself.  “Uh, Ted, I can suck you off if you don’t want to fuck me.  I’d really rather that than have you waste that seed of yours onto my fur,” he said, trying to use words that would encourage the man instead of revealing that he really just preferred to have less of a mess.  Scox felt Ted’s body rumble with a deep chuckle.

“Don’t worry, Scox, I have some plans,” he said, and Scox’s eyes were wide as saucers as he felt a finger prod into the entrance of his sheath.

He immediately tried to pull himself out from under the man. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” he yelped, unable to move as Ted sat back and put his full weight on Scox, sticking a second finger into his sheath and pushing knuckle deep to give a tickle at Scox’s flaccid member.

“I told you, I’m not interested in seeding an already used hole.  I’m sure no one’s been in here.”

“You asked me if I consent to these things and I sure as hell do not consent to this!”

The older man gave another chuckle.  “Well, unfortunately for you, the amount I gave your dad said I didn’t need consent,” Ted said, removing his fingers and positioning his cock at the entrance of Scox’s sheath.

Scox used all of his strength to push at the man and try to work his way out from under him but he was in no position as he felt his sheath stretch as Ted pushed into it.  There was nothing he could do but yell out and scratch at the man as he felt the length push further into him, the unnatural feeling curdling his stomach as his sheath stretched in the opposite direction that it did with his own erection.  He felt his own member seem to recoil deeper into what was once a sanctuary, and he felt the buck’s scrotum finally rest against his sheath’s opening.

“See, this isn’t so bad,” the buck told him, rocking his hips, Scox’s eyes tearing up at the painful stretching of his sheath.  Screw what he thought earlier, Ted’s member was thicker than his own and it was noticeable as hell in an area not suited for that size.

He gave a pained groan when the buck picked up his pace, using his legs to hold down Scox’s arms to stop the scratching and using his own hands to hold down his legs, positioning his hips to give deeper thrusts into Scox’s sheath.  Scox felt no sort of arousal, no sort of pleasure at having this man violate him like this.  At least in other situations he had felt some pleasure himself, but his own penis felt more flaccid than it ever had as the hard deer cock pushed up against it repeatedly.

He tried again to struggle and was only rewarded with harder thrusts, going limp hoping that Ted would be gentler.  There was no such luck as the buck continued to slam his dick into the young wolf’s sheath.  He felt like it would go on forever when Ted finally called out, bucking his hips further into Scox.  Scox felt bile rise in his throat as he felt cum fill his sheath, completely covering his flaccid member.  The deer sighed as he pulled himself off of him, laying over to the side.

“See?  Not bad at all, Scox,” Ted sighed, laying back with a smile.

Scox was using all of his willpower to smile back at the man.  “Yeah, not bad at all.  I, uh, need to get ready for school, I don’t mean to rush you.”

“No, I need to go myself,” he replied, picking up Scox’s towel and wiping off his softening dick before grabbing at his clothes.  “Definitely worth the money, I’ll be doing this more often.”

“I, uh…  I’ll see you later,” Scox said, pushing himself up and trying to make sure he walked at a normal pace into the hall.  Once out of sight, he rushed himself back into the bathroom and turned on the shower, sitting down and pouring soap on his paw before trying to rinse out his sheath.  He gagged again as he had to unstick his sheath from the already drying cum and felt himself start to cry at the difficulty of cleaning himself out.  Worst of all, he felt himself tear up even more at his own hardening member as his paws rubbed against his own crotch, trying to rid of the buck’s semen.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so disgusted after sex.