Running swiftly and dodging gracefully the defenders of the other team, the little fox get alone with the rival's goalkeeper and with a strong kick the ball fly and end firmly in the raccoon’s hands who stick out his tongue with a smile to the other boy.

The boy could hear the boo of his partners and the voice of the coach calling him to the benches. With a nervous jog, the fox reached the tall dragon outside the field while another boy was taking his place in the game.

"Congratulations, you did it again!" said growling the scaly.

"Bu-but coach... I was alone!" argued the vulpine.

"You had Curtis at less than five meters!" shouted the dragon.

"But Curtis would lose the ball!" said the fox dropping his shoulders.

The dragon got up and pointed the boy with his finger "You don't know it! Curtis was training a lot and improved a lot his game! But you don't care about it cause you don't care about the team play!".

"I do it! If they give me the ball I make a goal and the team wins!" replied the kid.

"That's your problem, boy! You are not the team! And you'll not play again till you learn it!" said the coach.

"That's bullshit! You can't do that!" shouted the fox.

"Watch your language, kid! And yes, I can do it. Now stay here and watch your mates" responded the dragon and sat again.

The kid snorted and sat on the bench, holding his head with his hands while was watching with envy his friends playing.

Terry failed a penalty, Hugo let the forward advance over them, there was another goal. Come on, Mintz! How you can lose a ball like that!? And there was Curtis gifting the ball again…

The whistle sounded announcing the end of the game. Frank's team was absolutely smashed and the boys were walking crestfallen to the showers while his coach crossed the field for a talk with the other coach.

The cubs were running around the lockers, some of them naked and others covered with towels. The coach was there too, cheering up some of them who were crying, losing isn't easy and less for kids, there was an extra illusion with the win, bring that victory home, make happy their parents. But the coach was used to that, children need a special touch that not all the adults have.

In a corner of the showers was Frank, grumbling while he was soaping his armpits, then a little gray wolf got close slowly and poked his shoulder with a bit of fear. When the fox felt the finger he turns and saw the teammate, the little lupine was all wet and with his tail between his legs.

"What do you want, Curt?" asked the fox with anger in his voice.

"I'm sorry Frank, I promise I'll make it better the next time" mumbled the kid.

"You know that's not true, you are a shit playing soccer and the coach just let you play because he has to!" shouted the vulpine at the face of the other boy.

The eyes of the wolf filled with tears, he said sorry again and left running from the showers. The wrath of the coach was terrible, he had to stay cleaning alone and should do it for the next week too. 

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Balls, equipment, and trash picked up, dried floor and closed doors. It had pass forty minutes and nobody remain in the club. Frank got ready to left too but when he took his backpack and walked to the entrance, there was someone waiting for him.

In front of the fox was Hugo, a jaguar teammate, with his arms crossed and thrown against the door blocking the passage. When Frank approached, another boy appeared behind him, a large and stocky black wolf, it was Terry, another team member, and Curtis' brother. Both boys looked furious, showing their teeth and banging their fists.

"It seems that in addition to being shit as a player you are shit as a person," said the jaguar as his tail moved from side to side, writhing in anger.

"My mother spent three months' savings to buy new soccer cleats for Curtis. He arrived so fucking happy but left crying," the wolf growled.

"Of course he was crying, it was his fault that we lost the game again!" the fox replied and instantly felt like a pair of hands pushed him to the ground.

Terry put Frank's foot on his back to keep him from getting up while Hugo took the keys and closed the door. "You really are shit, I didn't want to do this, I really expected an apology but just by opening your disgusting snout it became clear to me that you deserve punishment," said the wolf, raising the fox and holding it with both hands, the jaguar grabbed his feet and together they took Frank to the locker room.

The fox got a little scared while they were carrying him, then he thought they were going to make him some kind of joke. "Guys, sorry, for real... I don't know what I said but I'm really sorry!" Frank said as he tried to free himself from the wolf's hands without getting it.

No one answered him. Hugo locked the dressing room door and went to his locker, while Terry held his companion without saying a word, just growled. The jaguar took a backpack from his locker and approached the other two. From the backpack, he took out a small towel, some plastic seals, a bottle of energy drink and a small bottle of petroleum jelly.

Frank stared at the objects without understanding, "What's that for?"

"You are going to spend the night here to think about what it means to be part of a team," said the wolf, taking some seals to tie his hands.

"Oh guys, please! Can't we fix it in some other way?" asked the fox somewhat worried. He was not afraid of staying alone at night but his parents would worry and punish him.

"No, open your mouth," the feline ordered, holding the small towel in his hand.

"But-" the fox murmured before a slap interrupted him.

"Open your fucking mouth!" Hugo shouted.

"Okay! OK ..." Frank replied quickly. The blow had not been strong but he understood that it was only a warning, so he decided to cooperate and open his mouth.

Immediately the jaguar put the towel in the fox's snout and tied it with duct tape, then the cat knelt down and began to untie his shoes and took them off. Frank could not speak and his hands were tied, he was beginning to worry until Hugo firmly grabbed his pants and underwear and pulled them off, now the boy was worried, very worried.

When the fox was naked the other two boys watched his genitals, "Ha! Curtis has a bigger dick than you, fucking loser!" said the wolf. The jaguar said nothing, just started uncovering the petroleum jelly bottle.

Frank turned red with shame. He had been sharing the showers with these boys for years and no one had made a comment about his genitals, being one of the smallest of the team, the little fox knew that because he loved spending some time watching others.

Terry threw the fox down and sat on him. After tying his feet, he separated Frank's buttocks with both hands, "Come on! Hurry before someone comes!" he yelled at the jaguar.

Hugo approached the fox's butt and stared at that tiny hole that didn't even fit his index finger, "Are you sure? It's very small, I wouldn't want to..." the cat murmured before the wolf I interrupted, "If my brother held us both, then this whore is going to put up with that thing too!"

Frank began to struggle as he felt a finger come in and out of his anus, soaking it with something gooey. The boy was quite nervous because, with the wolf on top and upside down, he couldn't see what they were doing to him.

Terry gave the fox a strong spanking to stop moving while Hugo fully smeared the bottle of energy drink, "Should I finger it a little more?" the cat asked.

"No ... just put it in," the wolf replied, starting to get upset.

"Are you sure? It's almost 3 inches thick ..." said the jaguar, holding the dripping bottle in his hand.

"Just put it in right now or I'll put it to you!" the wolf shouted, growling and wildly separating the boy's buttocks, causing Frank to groan.

"Okay! Frank, take a deep breath!" the jaguar shouted back.

The fox raised his ears when he heard his name without understanding what was happening. Suddenly a throbbing pain broke through his anus when the bottle of energy drink was buried inside, his eyes filled with tears as his face turned red for the pressure of the towel in his mouth that was forbidding him to scream. The pain was so acute that the boy's legs were shaking, the drool was falling from his snout as he shook his head without being able to express all the suffering he was going through.

Hugo was quite scared of watching the boy writhing in pain. The bottle had entered almost completely and was so embedded that Frank could not eject it. "This is crazy! I'm leaving!" said the jaguar, taking his things and running towards the exit.

"Fucking coward!" The wolf shouted at his partner as he walked out the door. Then the lupine turned to see the fox that kept on howling in pain. Terry perversely enjoyed the boy's suffering, the tears made his mouth water as an erection pitch a tent in his shorts.

The wolf came out of his stupor and hurried to find a rope to firmly fix the bottle to Frank's ass. He managed to tie the boy, after a violent scene in which he had to hit him several times with his fists to keep him still.

Terry locked the little fox in one of the lockers and took a shower. While the water was soaking his body, the teenager masturbated furiously thinking about what he had just done: the boy's tears, his cries and the thick bottle they had put in his ass. When the semen finished draining along with the water, the wolf collected his things, turned off the light and left.

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An hour later, the dressing room lights came back on and the coach of the soccer team came in talking on the phone.
"Yes, the club is empty at this time. Come here and I will show you what it is to have a fat dragon cock penetrating you," said the coach to someone on the other side of the phone while he groped his crotch.

"Look, I'm not going to judge you if you're seventeen years old I don't care, I just want a hole to fuck and nothing else," the dragon clarified, as he pulled down his pants.

With the camera of his cell phone, the coach took several photos of his member, a piece of meat about seven inches and thick and like a can of beer, and sent them through the net. "Can you handle this cock, virgin boy?" the adult asked in a mocking way.

The coach was about to send another voice message when he heard a small moan, he turned scared to the lockers and saw a small puddle of urine coming out of one of them. The dragon ran to the locker and opened it violently. Inside of it was Frank, one of the children of the club, the boy was naked, bound and gagged, had bruises all over his body, had a bottle in his butt and had pissed himself. "Hey ... the fucking janitor just arrived! I'll try to get him out of me. Send me pictures of that ass, baby," the dragon said, sending a final voicemail message over the cell phone.

The adult untied the rope that was around the boy's hips, then his hands and legs, finally he removed the towel from his mouth. Frank was agitated, his mouth dry, his limbs numb and persistent pain in his butt. "Boy... this is going to hurt but I have to take it out," the dragon said slowly.

The boy dropped a groan and looked away trying not to move to avoid the pain he felt in his hips. The dragon held the visible part of the bottle with the tips of his fingers and with his other hand he firmly grasped Frank by the leg, ready to pull. The cry of pain was powerful, it could have been stronger if the boy had not had a dry throat. After writhing in pain, the little boy crawled away, responding by natural impulse against the source of pain.

What the dragon saw was terrifying and hot at the same time, the little fox's anus throbbed trying to close, the flesh edges were swollen and red, and the hole did not return to its normal state. This bizarre view turns the coach’s dick very hard.

Frank let out a sigh and fell to the ground, in pain, the sound of a fly opening reached his ears and when he raised his head to see what happened, the dragon settled on him and sank his long and thorny penis without difficulty. The damp appendix entered the devastated hole of the boy, forcing it to open again. The boy's eyes widened in horrible horror and before he could scream, the dragon covered his muzzle and lay on him, suppressing him completely while he enjoyed fucking the kid.

 The rape continued for about ten more minutes. Frank's tears dropped from helplessness and pain when he felt the spikes scrape his anus when the penis came in and out of him abruptly. The boy's guts were quite used for having been holding the bottle for so long, but the pleasure of being penetrating another male was enough to make the coach cum.
 When the dragon finished, he took out his long and thorny dick, bathed in semen mixed with blood, making a torrent of pink liquid was ejected by the boy. The adult wiped his cock with the towel and threw it on the floor, then left his cell phone next to Frank, "Call your parents, tell them you'll have a sleepover with all the team in my house," the dragon ordered as he dressed again.

"Coach ... please don't," the little fox begged as he trembled.

The dragon turned his back as he answered a message on his phone, "I'm sorry, boy, you're a whore and I'm going to take advantage of that to give you some discipline... I'm sure some friends will also join us. When we're done with you you'll learn what it really is teamwork."