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so far. Follow up from the last one where things go very much off the rails!", "writing": "Rush Week Part 2:\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tSomeone had to come for him. Blake kept telling himself that. Even as he sat there in the closet for god knew how many nights. Floofed up and primped with the kind of gunk people tended to expect from froofy upscale poodles in historical photos. Between that and the pink dye he already had a feeling he knew what the girls were aiming for in his shaming. But if nothing else he couldn’t imagine that the frat would just leave him hanging like this for very long. A few days, sure. God knew he probably wasn’t going to join even if they let him now. But jokes were jokes, and it couldn’t possibly go beyond that.\n\n\tHe didn’t expect it when the closet door opened. Spears of light hammering against his eyes and a paw curling around his hair. A few quick tugs hauling the pink painted boy out on his belly on the floor. Dragging him up to the end of the foot of a bed.\n\n\t“Break time’s over, dork.” The familiar voice of the athletic pony girl now holding his headfur growled. She yanked him back and looked down into his eyes, a twisted grin on her face. “Practice sucked and the actual season is starting soon. I got a real shot at making first string and that only happens if I’m relaxed and focused out on the court.”\n\n\tThe brown-furred equine girl tossed the bound canine on to her bed and let out a sigh, pushing herself down on his face and letting just enough of her weight on him so that her basket ball shorts were shoved fully into his face. The scent and feel of her warmth more than enough to gag the trembling boy who was now stuck struggling helplessly against his bonds.\n\n\tThe worst part was that the poodlfied pup was pitching a tent almost instantly from this. Being tied up had made it impossible to do even the bare minimum he might wish in order to alleviate the boredom and frustration. Long hours for his young body to be hormonal and needy. What little of his head was lucid wondered if the pony was doing this intentionally. If they were all just trying to shame him further by having him pitch a tent in the very panties he’d tried to steal. But really that didn’t matter too much. Nothing mattered. Nothing but enduring this until someone got him out of this mess. Until they finally decided to get off of their asses and do something about his nightmare.\n\n\t“You have a lot to do if you’re going to make up for assaulting one of my sisters you dumb little perv.” The pony huffed “This isn’t just about making sure you know what you did was wrong. We’re sending a message. All the horny bitch boys at the frat need to know just what it is they’re in for if they try to fuck with us. This isn’t some god damn comedy from the 80s. You’re just lucky the house mother hasn’t taken an interest in you… yet. That means you’re all Jackie’s right now.”\n\n\tWith that the pony girl pulled herself up a bit and started to wiggle down her shorts. Just enough to expose her perfectly toned rump. The firm rear and thighs of a powerful sports star if ever one existed. Enough to drive home just how easily this woman could overpower the scrawny sissy boy even if he hadn’t been tied up.\n\n\tBut he was tied up, and in the end he was little more than a rag doll. Shuddering helplessly as his current abuser pushed herself down on him and cut off any ability to breath. Nothing but her scent, her warmth, her power holding him down on her bed while his back strained like hell against the awkward position she held him in.\n\n\tOn instinct Blake began to lick. Balking a bit at the shameful act while his abuser rode up and down on him. Any time she’d done this to him before it was an attempt to shame him. A way to get him to learn that his pleasure didn’t matter. His breathing didn’t matter. The latter was absolutely true at that moment. The swimming head of the shuddering pup huffing in the few breaths she allowed him while she shifted more of her weight back. One hoofed foot lifting slowly off of the floor and starting to stroke itself up and down the swollen knotted shaft of the poor boy. Back and forth slowly and deliberately. The rubber soles wrapped around the bottoms to avoid scuffing the gym floor added an unpleasant note of friction at the end. A tool to help ensure his pleasure at the attention was heavily curtailed. The smooth soft hoof horn brushing down with more comfort and bliss than his own over-used paw could ever give him. It was nice enough that he even felt a bit of pre leaking out from the needy appendage. Then each return stroke would see the stiff sneakery rubber which dragged discordantly along the soft red flesh. Drawing out another sob into the toned ass that bounced up and down on his muzzle.\n\n\tThat was the rhythm which soon became Blake’s world. The pony’s tail thwapping around as she bounced and rubbed herself against him. Every once in a while her still-clothed mound got oh so very close to slipping against his lips or his nose. A whiff of raw female pheromones that sent Blake’s confused hormones into a rage. Then, a moment later, it would vanish. Replaced by the pucker he was being made to lick while the unwanted hoof job continued at its slow and steady pace.\n\n\t“You want up?” She groaned “Then make Momma cum. You can’t do that then I don’t think you’ll be feeling anything good any time soon.” With those words the hoof hovered over his balls. The threat obvious. Blake becoming oh so very frantic as he licked deeply now. Worshiping that toned ass for all he could. The struggle to keep himself pressed in, to please her, making his back strain near the point of breaking. Not at all helped by the fact that she simply kept teasing and edging his shaft with the bottom of her hoof now. Refusing to let him cum. Refusing to give him any real pleasure as she took it all for herself. \n\n\tThere was no warning when she finally shifted back. The still covered cunt pressed down on his face. Jackie no longer content to simply enjoy the passive toy, instead shoving his ass down on the floor and stepping firmly on his shaft and balls. She pressed up on her arms and ground her folds down on his face. All participation or agency he could have had vanished. He could only Squeal and whine. Agony and the need to cum overwhelming his body in a shuddering, pain filled ruin orgasm. That orgasm fading away in the face of Jackie’s own. In her fluids falling down though the fabric and over his cheeks, his face. Soaking into his fur.\n\n\tThen, just like that, Jackie rolled on to the bed. She yanked her bottoms off and started to stuff them into his muzzle. Forcing his jaw open painfully while she looked down with a sadistic big-sister glee.\n\n\t“Better.” She spat. “Way better. Still gonna need you to help me wash up later, little limp dick. Gonna need you to wash my cloths too. But may as well wait until some of the other girls need to do a load, right? Can’t let the little house slut spend all its time hanging around in the closet like a lazy little shit.”\n\n\tBlake started to sob. His whole body collapsing from the emotional strain. He felt Jackie petting his hair. Stroking the newly floofed headfur between condescending giggles. It had been like this for days, and the boy wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last this way.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tA few fetish freaks aside, Blake was hard pressed to think of anyone who’d want their dick locked up. The husky knew about the concept. Every once in a while it’d show up on the front page of his favorite porn sites. Here he was, though. Locked up securely while prancing around in booty shorts and a cut off tee shirt. It was like something out of a cartoon. His mind flashing back to that one episode of Archer, and wondering if that was the inspiration these women took in his abuse.\n\n\tHe was almost grateful for the forced chores. The chance to get up and spread his legs was nice. Even if they made him wear the stupid cage and had stuffed a plug up his tail hole. Something that became utterly unpleasant and uncomfortable every time he moved.\n\n\tBy now Blake was about four loads in. Carefully hauling another wad of wet cloths from the industrial washing machine into the dryer beside it. Making absolutely sure he was working from the same clearly labeled basket so as not to mix things up. The last thing he needed was another round of punishment from one of these psychos.\n\n\tHe had to get out of here. It was tempting to make a break right now. Sure the cloths felt horrible and the cage was locked on tight but the canine imagined he could stand a bit of public shame if it meant being free of their abuse. But then, they could still report him. Like it or not he had fucked up when he ran in for his solo panty raid. Even if they got in some trouble for doing this to him he’d be out for sure and probably on some sex registry. They were also going to stick together, meaning there was a decent chance none of them would be really punished.\n\n\tWhich meant he was stuck. Until they got tired of him or felt he learned his lesson. Or until he could call one of the frat to bail him out of this. At least then they might have enough pull to keep him from getting stuck, and he’d paid his dues probably more than just about any of them ever had.\n\n\tGod, his balls hurt.\n\n\tEven thoughts of freedom struggled to keep purchase in the face of his growing horniness. Every once in a while Blake would stop spacing out and find himself humping the air. His ass clenching. Almost milking the plug while his balls ached and throbbed. More than once he reached back to try and tug out the thing. Stopping short only as he thought about the tough Jackie and just what she might do to him if he dared. His head already felt funny after all of the abuse she put him though.\n\n\tAs he bent down to grab the cloths and stuff the fresh bundle of dirty laundry into the washer it got worse. A wet spot appearing at the tent in his booty shorts. Blake looked down at the cloths for a long moment. Spotting a pair of panties laying there on top of the pile. His toes curling and feet shifting. Looking intently at it. His chest heaving. His head oh so painfully clouded. He didn’t know what he was doing as he leaned back. Sitting on the corner of the washer, shoving the plug firmly into his own rump. Shuddering and shivering as the shaking started to bounce himself up and down on the edge of the washer. The vibration slowly rolling and stirring the thing into him. Shamefully filling his rump with pleasure. Trembling as he brought the panties up to his face and took a firm, throaty sniff. Then another. And a third.\n\n\tThe shame that had consumed him for so long rolled into the pleasure he felt as he bounced and wriggled and bit back shamefully girly squeals. Unwanted pleasure that churned his aching balls and rumbled his bitch button while he struggled to stay seated in place. And not fall of from his shaking perch.\n\n\tBlake would be lying if he said it was the only pleasure he’d gotten since they captured him. In his heart of hearts he had to admit that there was some pleasure he could claim from all the abuse, all the humiliation, even the pain. Some part of it was getting to him. Need and desire building the longer he sat there and he couldn’t do anything about it. Nothing but let this pleasure ride out though him. Nothing but hope against hope that he could perhaps have an orgasm, have something enough to calm his body and clear his head. Something to help ensure he didn’t feel quite as good with all of the abuse.\n\n\tIt was so easy to get lost in it all. Painfully easy. So easy, in fact, that he didn’t notice the heavy gasping breaths of the figure standing in the launderyroom doorway. The shortish, chubby figure. The familiar figure. Watching near-silently as the once normal boy shamefully pleasured himself in such a girly way. Humping and struggling and yipping quietly into the soft cloth while he let his aching balls reach closer and closer to something. Anything. Some kind of release and relief from his torment.\n\n\tOnly when the figure came close did he fall over, landing on the floor with a thud. His rump aching as the plug bounced into his tail hole. Body aching oh so hard. Trembling. Blake struggled to pull himself up and gazed in horror at the chubby hamster girl now gazing back down at him. Her normally blank face tinged with displeasure.\n\n\t“Again?” The chubby girl muttered. Her eyes narrowing\n\n\t“Wait, I didn’t… I wasn’t…” Blake shuddered and tried to pull himself p. His body trembling while he hauled himself up, Barely managing to get himself standing before she grabbed hold of him and tugged back on his hair her other paw grabbing between his legs.\n\n\t“You were sniffing some of my panties again. Again.” The normally flat voice was sharp. Just sharp enough to send a small shiver though his spine. The girl squeezing hard and twisting his balls while she leaned in. her eyes falling at the cutsie sailor moon bloomers he now held. They fell from his paw, sticking for a few long seconds on his finer. But it was too late by then. Far, far too late.\n\n\t“I didn’t, I wasn’t… I didn’t know it was… Look I’m sorry, ok?” he muttered softly I didn’t mean to. I just, Jackie fucked with my… well I mean she didn’t ‘fuck’… I mean, I’m saying” he swallowed hard and slumped as she twisted again, pulling him away a bit and then starting to shove him out of the laundry room. Letting go just long enough to reach around again and grab his balls again from behind. Pushing him along up and towards the main room. All the girls they passed snickered at him. The sight of the shortish girl leading the boy along so easily somehow drove the already poofy pup deep into a level of emasculation he had thought couldn’t be possible on top of everything else.\n\n\t“You really want to cum that bad?” The hamster girl grumbled. She shoved him back down on to the couch and narrowed her eyes, pushing her arms on either of his shoulders.\n\n\t“I want you to let me go.” Blake muttered. His words meek and far more girly than he wished for. Of the girls they passed, a few gathered around. Some walking away in disgust but several still hovering close behind. The discomfort Agnes felt at this was clear in her tone. \n\n\tThe tawny furred girl didn’t say anything. She shoved him down on the couch and sat down on the already worked up boy. Her plump rear on his lap unfortunately making his caged shaft ache that much more. She pulled her phone out, beginning to fiddle with it without saying so much as a word to him. \n\n\tHunger, thirst, sexual exhaustion and frustration all served to make the hound too weak to escape from the girl sitting on him. Too weak to slip away even if he really wanted to. He looked longingly at the front door. Under normal conditions he was sure he could run past the girls blocking it off and standing there near the couch. God, he wanted to run.\n\n\tNot that he got the chance. A few moments later the room burst into lewd, loud, aggressive sounds. All in Japanese. Blake gazed at the sight. A panda boy in a maid uniform tied up, being jerked off and toyed with by some phantom figure. Anime. Hentai. Even someone as ‘normie’ as Blake knew at least that much. Though the fact that the boy looked so girly and the masculine way the paw around his little shaft was drawn made the poodled-up hound worry that much more about just what he was being shown.\n\n\t“You said you wanted to cum.” The rodent girl said. The smallest hint of annoyance in her voice.\n\n\tBlake looked down just in time to see the key that Agnes held being slipped into the lock around his cage. It clicked open, he popped out, and soon he could feel her paw wrapped around his suddenly stiff and free shaft.\n\n\t“No. You were desperate to cum. So now you get to cum. You get to watch and you get to cum.” She began to stroke firmly. The chubby girls arms hugging tight to him. Pinning him down on her lap with a shocking amount of force while she stroked and rubbed, teasing his poor neglected dick in time with the way the dominant boy in the video pumped into the admittedly cute panda rump. \n\n\tMuch as he hated himself for it Blake found himself watching and practically drooling. His body flooding full of raw pleasure every time her paw went up and down. The cute girly whines caused his whole body to flex, which only made him clench on the plug wedged into his behind. A horrible, wonderful feeling even better than what he had been getting from the washing machine. Enough that it almost had him forgetting the pain of landing on that plug only minutes ago.\n\n\t“I’m not gay.” He muttered though clenched teeth. The poor pup folding his ears down. Once again aware of how drastically they’d tweaked and dyed his fur. Everything feeling so dry and cheap and damaged. It made him feel almost artificial. Like some god damn doll.\n\n\tAgnes ‘rewarded’ his comment with a smack to the balls. Growling and squeaking as she started to stroke once more. This time being far rougher. She made him watch. This wasn’t just a clip it seemed, but a full on cartoon. Enough of one that there were breaks for some kind of plot. Something happening that he didn’t understand. The lack of subtitles sure as hell didn’t help. Nor did the way she changed up her stroking. Teasing now. Having him watch the whole thing without skipping to what most would consider the ‘good’ parts. Only after a few minutes did he realize what she was doing. Edging him. Working him up. Getting him harder and more needy by the moment. God, she was making him anticipate what was coming.\n\n\t“Please Agnes, don’t.” He muttered “I just took the first panties I found. I had to. You guys have kept me here for so long. I really can’t take it. I promise if you let me go I’ll never come back. I’ll drop out of school. Go somewhere else. You’ll never see me again.”\n\n\tTwo of the girls snickered from the doorway, looking down at him and muttering to each other. He heard a few less than flattering gay-slurs thrown around. Things he was sure these girls would never use with their actual gay friends. But then as he’d just pointed out he wasn’t gay. Not in the least. Which only made it worse when he started to moan and shake his hips like some little lap dancer.\n\n\tThen the video started to ‘pick up’ again. The Master in the little scene jerking off his maid into his tea. At first the helpless pup was unsure how exactly this scene was supposed to play out. His experience with porn, hell with fucking, was always just a few minutes at most of pounding. Thumping his knot against wet folds until he was done and then collapsing spent. But no. Now he was leaking. Now he was aching. Aching like the cute boy who was now being milked into that tea. Blake watched with horrified, baited breath as the master’s finger slipped around, staring to push up that rump. Actually massaging the poor things prostate to get the cum out.\n\n\t“Keep watching.” Agnes muttered “You wanted to cum. You get to cum.”\n\n\tHe didn’t want to cum to this. He didn’t’ want these images. The cute moaning face. The girly hips. The small shaft throbbing and aching as it got ready to burst. He didn’t want his first real orgasm in days to be to something so utterly, disgustingly perverse. And yet he couldn’t’ help but watch. He couldn’t’ make his body stem the flow of pre dribbling down his tip. He couldn’t stop his clenching rump from squeezing and twitching and winking on the plug. Every part of his body had surrendered to the assault and Agnes was making his brain draw the line between the cute little orgasm he was watching and his own overwhelming bliss.\n\n\tThere was no way to stop it. His balls emptied themselves out all over the carpet. Wave after wave of thick white dog sperm pooled up on the nasty, unwashed old rug which covered most of the living room. Blake was humping into the paw by the end of it. Tears dribbling down his cheeks. Only when he actually started paying attention to anything more than his own rolling bliss did he notice the cute whines and whimpers he heard were his own. The scene had shifted again, and Agnes had gone from stroking him off to simply milking out every drop she could.\n\n\tBut at least that was it. That was all she could do. How on earth could anyone feel more low and useless than Blake did at that moment? His eyes slipped shut as his now cum slicked red rocket was brushed and stroked and squeezed. New tingles of unwanted pleasure at every turn. New assaults on his senses. The smell of his own cum filling his nostrils with each sucking breath while he waited for Agnes to stop.\n\n\tBut she didn’t. It was well into the next scene, and yet he wasn’t seeing any sign that things had stopped, or even slowed. A sloppy hand job that was quickly turning to pain on his dick. Throbbing and pulsing. His hips bouncing up now while he bounced his still aching balls up and down on the couch. The girls moving closer bit by bit now. The voyeurs still snickering at the way this dweeby little overlooked girl forcing the boy to stay erect and aroused. Her paw moving faster and slower as time went on. Working him up bit by bit, stopping, slowing, starting up again, right up until the scene changed yet again and Blake was forced to see the boy tied up on a table, covered in sushi.\n\n\tOnly then did she pick up the pace. Only then did Agnes go back to her horrible abuse. The cum slicked cock being jerked and stroked full tilt. Blake’s biology betraying him as his empty balls screamed for it all to stop. Biological functions he knew he had no control over, and yet his mind raced as he tried not to think about the slow eroticism of more gay porn being shoved into his brain. Being seared with that pleasure into his memories.\n\n\t“Please, stop.” He sobbed. He couldn’t run now. It was all he thought about. It was what his body wanted. But he simply couldn’t. All the tactical thinking and fear were out the window. But his body was a puddle. A lump of agonized flesh and sexual urges rolling around without any sign of stopping or slowing. Fresh spurts coming from his shaft, each one hurt that much more. Each one made him sure he was empty. Yet more came. More always came. Robbing him of any hope that this would end.\n\n\tHe barely noticed it when her paw moved up and smeared a thick stream of cum over his nose. The glob now coloring every breath he took. The scent hitting him like a truck while his abuser tried to wring yet another dry orgasm out of him. He was only barely aware of the current bit of fucking going on. Only barely realized what was happening on the screen. By the time it ended Agnes had hand-raped his cock so hard he’d gone cross-eyed, which didn’t help too much when he felt the whole world shift under him, and found himself ending up on the floor.\n\n\t“Clean it up.” \n\n\tThe words sounded distant. The flat-heel on his rump was less so. Slowly the world came back into focus. Slowly he began to realize that he was face down in the massive puddle of spooge he’d left on that dirty old rug. Arms and legs limp under him. Cock shriveling up after hours of abuse. His head swimming with pain.\n\n\t“Come on, dumb poodle boy” One of the voyeur girls called out as she stepped on the back of his head “This rug isn’t ours. Don’t mess it up!”\n\n\t“Yeah” the other giggled “Get that tongue busy. Just pretend it’s Jackie’s butt or something.”\n\n\tThe poor boy just began to sob now. His tongue lulling out. His body slumping. Starting to slowly lick at the dirt and grime of the busy old woven rug. Slowly and ruefully licking and lapping his way along the flat filthy fabric. Small bits of old rug and dirt mixing with his cum while he licked a huge, hateful, rueful streak.\n\n\tHe pulled back just a bit. Enough to see the colors of the material he’d just liked were actually a bit different. He felt his stomach churn in disgust. Right up until one of those shoes pushed him back down again and he was back to licking the mess clean.\n\n\tAnd just like that the young man’s mind drifted somewhere else. His poofy, sissified body moved mechanically to lick bit after salty, sickly bit of his own seed off of the ground. Frantically looking up now and then at his abusers. Barely putting up any fight when he felt the familiar metal of the cage go on, and felt the lock click back in place.\n\n\t“Next time…” The hamster muttered. Her voice spiking with cold wrath “Keep your filthy paws off of my panties.”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tOnce again Blake found himself hauled into the room that Jackie and Maddie shared. Curled up and crying between their beds, huddled on the floor as he just waited for them to finish up with whatever they were doing and shove him back in the closet for the night.\n\n\tThis time Maddie came out first. The preppy peppy fox huffing her frustration as she pranced her way towards the bed. No towel on. Nothing to hide her objectively gorgeous form from him. Why should she care? He wasn’t a threat. Not anymore. He sure as hell wasn’t a man.\n\n\tMaddie took a moment to look him over. Her soft foot paw pushing him on his back. Gazing. Then letting him roll on to his stomach. She then stepped on the small of his back and bent down to pull the drawer open. Fiddling around until she finally got what she was looking for.\n\n\t“You got the stuff, Jackie?” Maddie called out while shifting her weight a bit. Soon her other paw was on his back and the helpless poodle-husky found himself struggling to breath as his current abuser crouched down on her tiptoes with her hundred and ten pounds carefully distributed over a small section of his back and pelvis.\n\n\tFrom this position there was no way for him to see what was happening. No way to catch Jackie coming in, the pony girl also resplendently nude. No way for him to see her snicker and pass off a small glass bottle to her friend before sitting down on the corner of the bed. No way to see it as Maddie pulled a small syringe from within a black pouch full of clean needles. She carefully drew out a measure of the liquid within, tapping out the air bubbles and getting the shot ready with a precision befitting someone going into the medical fields. Only when she was sure it was ready did she make it known to poor Blake just what was going on. At least partially. A swift jab and a hard push on a plunger flooding his system with something. That pain jolting the poor pup out of his fugue state and drawing a panic-stricken cry.\n\n\t“Oh gawd, will you calm down?” Maddie huffed as she finally finished with the needle. Slipping the cap back on and tossing it into a small medical waste pouch “It was just some estrogen, you big baby.”\n\n\t“Y-you’re joking.” Blake muttered. It was all he could mutter. All he could say before a dirty old sock was shoved in his mouth and the girl jumped off of his back. All he could say before Jackie started to bind him up again and prepare him for another long night.\n\n\t“Gonna be kind of funny when we get tired of this thing. Any idea what you’ll wanna do with it? I mean, those shots are gonna fuck with this boy hard.” Jackie could barely control the glee in her voice. Or more accurately it was likely she didn’t want to. The woman moaning at the sound of his sobs.\n\n\t“I donno.” Maddie shrugged “But hey, that’s not really our problem. Is it?”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Rush Week Part 2:
By TerraMGP

\tSomeone had to come for him. Blake kept telling himself that. Even as he sat there in the closet for god knew how many nights. Floofed up and primped with the kind of gunk people tended to expect from froofy upscale poodles in historical photos. Between that and the pink dye he already had a feeling he knew what the girls were aiming for in his shaming. But if nothing else he couldn’t imagine that the frat would just leave him hanging like this for very long. A few days, sure. God knew he probably wasn’t going to join even if they let him now. But jokes were jokes, and it couldn’t possibly go beyond that.

\tHe didn’t expect it when the closet door opened. Spears of light hammering against his eyes and a paw curling around his hair. A few quick tugs hauling the pink painted boy out on his belly on the floor. Dragging him up to the end of the foot of a bed.

\t“Break time’s over, dork.” The familiar voice of the athletic pony girl now holding his headfur growled. She yanked him back and looked down into his eyes, a twisted grin on her face. “Practice sucked and the actual season is starting soon. I got a real shot at making first string and that only happens if I’m relaxed and focused out on the court.”

\tThe brown-furred equine girl tossed the bound canine on to her bed and let out a sigh, pushing herself down on his face and letting just enough of her weight on him so that her basket ball shorts were shoved fully into his face. The scent and feel of her warmth more than enough to gag the trembling boy who was now stuck struggling helplessly against his bonds.

\tThe worst part was that the poodlfied pup was pitching a tent almost instantly from this. Being tied up had made it impossible to do even the bare minimum he might wish in order to alleviate the boredom and frustration. Long hours for his young body to be hormonal and needy. What little of his head was lucid wondered if the pony was doing this intentionally. If they were all just trying to shame him further by having him pitch a tent in the very panties he’d tried to steal. But really that didn’t matter too much. Nothing mattered. Nothing but enduring this until someone got him out of this mess. Until they finally decided to get off of their asses and do something about his nightmare.

\t“You have a lot to do if you’re going to make up for assaulting one of my sisters you dumb little perv.” The pony huffed “This isn’t just about making sure you know what you did was wrong. We’re sending a message. All the horny bitch boys at the frat need to know just what it is they’re in for if they try to fuck with us. This isn’t some god damn comedy from the 80s. You’re just lucky the house mother hasn’t taken an interest in you… yet. That means you’re all Jackie’s right now.”

\tWith that the pony girl pulled herself up a bit and started to wiggle down her shorts. Just enough to expose her perfectly toned rump. The firm rear and thighs of a powerful sports star if ever one existed. Enough to drive home just how easily this woman could overpower the scrawny sissy boy even if he hadn’t been tied up.

\tBut he was tied up, and in the end he was little more than a rag doll. Shuddering helplessly as his current abuser pushed herself down on him and cut off any ability to breath. Nothing but her scent, her warmth, her power holding him down on her bed while his back strained like hell against the awkward position she held him in.

\tOn instinct Blake began to lick. Balking a bit at the shameful act while his abuser rode up and down on him. Any time she’d done this to him before it was an attempt to shame him. A way to get him to learn that his pleasure didn’t matter. His breathing didn’t matter. The latter was absolutely true at that moment. The swimming head of the shuddering pup huffing in the few breaths she allowed him while she shifted more of her weight back. One hoofed foot lifting slowly off of the floor and starting to stroke itself up and down the swollen knotted shaft of the poor boy. Back and forth slowly and deliberately. The rubber soles wrapped around the bottoms to avoid scuffing the gym floor added an unpleasant note of friction at the end. A tool to help ensure his pleasure at the attention was heavily curtailed. The smooth soft hoof horn brushing down with more comfort and bliss than his own over-used paw could ever give him. It was nice enough that he even felt a bit of pre leaking out from the needy appendage. Then each return stroke would see the stiff sneakery rubber which dragged discordantly along the soft red flesh. Drawing out another sob into the toned ass that bounced up and down on his muzzle.

\tThat was the rhythm which soon became Blake’s world. The pony’s tail thwapping around as she bounced and rubbed herself against him. Every once in a while her still-clothed mound got oh so very close to slipping against his lips or his nose. A whiff of raw female pheromones that sent Blake’s confused hormones into a rage. Then, a moment later, it would vanish. Replaced by the pucker he was being made to lick while the unwanted hoof job continued at its slow and steady pace.

\t“You want up?” She groaned “Then make Momma cum. You can’t do that then I don’t think you’ll be feeling anything good any time soon.” With those words the hoof hovered over his balls. The threat obvious. Blake becoming oh so very frantic as he licked deeply now. Worshiping that toned ass for all he could. The struggle to keep himself pressed in, to please her, making his back strain near the point of breaking. Not at all helped by the fact that she simply kept teasing and edging his shaft with the bottom of her hoof now. Refusing to let him cum. Refusing to give him any real pleasure as she took it all for herself.

\tThere was no warning when she finally shifted back. The still covered cunt pressed down on his face. Jackie no longer content to simply enjoy the passive toy, instead shoving his ass down on the floor and stepping firmly on his shaft and balls. She pressed up on her arms and ground her folds down on his face. All participation or agency he could have had vanished. He could only Squeal and whine. Agony and the need to cum overwhelming his body in a shuddering, pain filled ruin orgasm. That orgasm fading away in the face of Jackie’s own. In her fluids falling down though the fabric and over his cheeks, his face. Soaking into his fur.

\tThen, just like that, Jackie rolled on to the bed. She yanked her bottoms off and started to stuff them into his muzzle. Forcing his jaw open painfully while she looked down with a sadistic big-sister glee.

\t“Better.” She spat. “Way better. Still gonna need you to help me wash up later, little limp dick. Gonna need you to wash my cloths too. But may as well wait until some of the other girls need to do a load, right? Can’t let the little house slut spend all its time hanging around in the closet like a lazy little shit.”

\tBlake started to sob. His whole body collapsing from the emotional strain. He felt Jackie petting his hair. Stroking the newly floofed headfur between  condescending giggles. It had been like this for days, and the boy wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last this way.

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\tA few fetish freaks aside, Blake was hard pressed to think of anyone who’d want their dick locked up. The husky knew about the concept. Every once in a while it’d show up on the front page of his favorite porn sites. Here he was, though. Locked up securely while prancing around in booty shorts and a cut off tee shirt. It was like something out of a cartoon. His mind flashing back to that one episode of Archer, and wondering if that was the inspiration these women took in his abuse.

\tHe was almost grateful for the forced chores. The chance to get up and spread his legs was nice. Even if they made him wear the stupid cage and had stuffed a plug up his tail hole. Something that became utterly unpleasant and uncomfortable every time he moved.

\tBy now Blake was about four loads in. Carefully hauling another wad of wet cloths from the industrial washing machine into the dryer beside it. Making absolutely sure he was working from the same clearly labeled basket so as not to mix things up. The last thing he needed was another round of punishment from one of these psychos.

\tHe had to get out of here. It was tempting to make a break right now. Sure the cloths felt horrible and the cage was locked on tight but the canine imagined he could stand a bit of public shame if it meant being free of their abuse. But then, they could still report him. Like it or not he had fucked up when he ran in for his solo panty raid. Even if they got in some trouble for doing this to him he’d be out for sure and probably on some sex registry. They were also going to stick together, meaning there was a decent chance none of them would be really punished.

\tWhich meant he was stuck. Until they got tired of him or felt he learned his lesson. Or until he could call one of the frat to bail him out of this. At least then they might have enough pull to keep him from getting stuck, and he’d paid his dues probably more than just about any of them ever had.

\tGod, his balls hurt.

\tEven thoughts of freedom struggled to keep purchase in the face of his growing horniness. Every once in a while Blake would stop spacing out and find himself humping the air. His ass clenching. Almost milking the plug while his balls ached and throbbed. More than once he reached back to try and tug out the thing. Stopping short only as he thought about the tough Jackie and just what she might do to him if he dared. His head already felt funny after all of the abuse she put him though.

\tAs he bent down to grab the cloths and stuff the fresh bundle of dirty laundry into the washer it got worse. A wet spot appearing at the tent in his booty shorts. Blake looked down at the cloths for a long moment. Spotting a pair of panties laying there on top of the pile. His toes curling and feet shifting. Looking intently at it. His chest heaving. His head oh so painfully clouded. He didn’t know what he was doing as he leaned back. Sitting on the corner of the washer, shoving the plug firmly into his own rump. Shuddering and shivering as the shaking started to bounce himself up and down on the edge of the washer. The vibration slowly rolling and stirring the thing into him. Shamefully filling his rump with pleasure. Trembling as he brought the panties up to his face and took a firm, throaty sniff. Then another. And a third.

\tThe shame that had consumed him for so long rolled into the pleasure he felt as he bounced and wriggled and bit back shamefully girly squeals. Unwanted pleasure that churned his aching balls and rumbled his bitch button while he struggled to stay seated in place. And not fall of from his shaking perch.

\tBlake would be lying if he said it was the only pleasure he’d gotten since they captured him. In his heart of hearts he had to admit that there was some pleasure he could claim from all the abuse, all the humiliation, even the pain. Some part of it was getting to him. Need and desire building the longer he sat there and he couldn’t do anything about it. Nothing but let this pleasure ride out though him. Nothing but hope against hope that he could perhaps have an orgasm, have something enough to calm his body and clear his head. Something to help ensure he didn’t feel quite as good with all of the abuse.

\tIt was so easy to get lost in it all. Painfully easy. So easy, in fact, that he didn’t notice the heavy gasping breaths of the figure standing in the launderyroom doorway. The shortish, chubby figure. The familiar figure. Watching near-silently as the once normal boy shamefully pleasured himself in such a girly way. Humping and struggling and yipping quietly into the soft cloth while he let his aching balls reach closer and closer to something. Anything. Some kind of release and relief from his torment.

\tOnly when the figure came close did he fall over, landing on the floor with a thud. His rump aching as the plug bounced into his tail hole. Body aching oh so hard. Trembling. Blake struggled to pull himself up and gazed in horror at the chubby hamster girl now gazing back down at him. Her normally blank face tinged with displeasure.

\t“Again?” The chubby girl muttered. Her eyes narrowing

\t“Wait, I didn’t… I wasn’t…” Blake shuddered and tried to pull himself p. His body trembling while he hauled himself up, Barely managing to get himself standing before she grabbed hold of him and tugged back on his hair her other paw grabbing between his legs.

\t“You were sniffing some of my panties again. Again.” The normally flat voice was sharp. Just sharp enough to send a small shiver though his spine. The girl squeezing hard and twisting his balls while she leaned in. her eyes falling at the cutsie sailor moon bloomers he now held. They fell from his paw, sticking for a few long seconds on his finer. But it was too late by then. Far, far too late.

\t“I didn’t, I wasn’t… I didn’t know it was… Look I’m sorry, ok?” he muttered softly I didn’t mean to. I just, Jackie fucked with my… well I mean she didn’t ‘fuck’… I mean, I’m saying” he swallowed hard and slumped as she twisted again, pulling him away a bit and then starting to shove him out of the laundry room. Letting go just long enough to reach around again and grab his balls again from behind. Pushing him along up and towards the main room. All the girls they passed snickered at him. The sight of the shortish girl leading the boy along so easily somehow drove the already poofy pup deep into a level of emasculation he had thought couldn’t be possible on top of everything else.

\t“You really want to cum that bad?” The hamster girl grumbled. She shoved him back down on to the couch and narrowed her eyes, pushing her arms on either of his shoulders.

\t“I want you to let me go.” Blake muttered. His words meek and far more girly than he wished for. Of the girls they passed, a few gathered around. Some walking away in disgust but several still hovering close behind. The discomfort Agnes felt at this was clear in her tone.

\tThe tawny furred girl didn’t say anything. She shoved him down on the couch and sat down on the already worked up boy. Her plump rear on his lap unfortunately making his caged shaft ache that much more. She pulled her phone out, beginning to fiddle with it without saying so much as a word to him.

\tHunger, thirst, sexual exhaustion and frustration all served to make the hound too weak to escape from the girl sitting on him. Too weak to slip away even if he really wanted to. He looked longingly at the front door. Under normal conditions he was sure he could run past the girls blocking it off and standing there near the couch. God, he wanted to run.

\tNot that he got the chance. A few moments later the room burst into lewd, loud, aggressive sounds. All in Japanese. Blake gazed at the sight. A panda boy in a maid uniform tied up, being jerked off and toyed with by some phantom figure. Anime. Hentai. Even someone as ‘normie’ as Blake knew at least that much. Though the fact that the boy looked so girly and the masculine way the paw around his little shaft was drawn made the poodled-up hound worry that much more about just what he was being shown.

\t“You said you wanted to cum.” The rodent girl said. The smallest hint of annoyance in her voice.

\tBlake looked down just in time to see the key that Agnes held being slipped into the lock around his cage. It clicked open, he popped out, and soon he could feel her paw wrapped around his suddenly stiff and free shaft.

\t“No. You were desperate to cum. So now you get to cum. You get to watch and you get to cum.” She began to stroke firmly. The chubby girls arms hugging tight to him. Pinning him down on her lap with a shocking amount of force while she stroked and rubbed, teasing his poor neglected dick in time with the way the dominant boy in the video pumped into the admittedly cute panda rump.

\tMuch as he hated himself for it Blake found himself watching and practically drooling. His body flooding full of raw pleasure every time her paw went up and down. The cute girly whines caused his whole body to flex, which only made him clench on the plug wedged into his behind. A horrible, wonderful feeling even better than what he had been getting from the washing machine. Enough that it almost had him forgetting the pain of landing on that plug only minutes ago.

\t“I’m not gay.” He muttered though clenched teeth. The poor pup folding his ears down. Once again aware of how drastically they’d tweaked and dyed his fur. Everything feeling so dry and cheap and damaged. It made him feel almost artificial. Like some god damn doll.

\tAgnes ‘rewarded’ his comment with a smack to the balls. Growling and squeaking as she started to stroke once more. This time being far rougher. She made him watch. This wasn’t just a clip it seemed, but a full on cartoon. Enough of one that there were breaks for some kind of plot. Something happening that he didn’t understand. The lack of subtitles sure as hell didn’t help. Nor did the way she changed up her stroking. Teasing now. Having him watch the whole thing without skipping to what most would consider the ‘good’ parts. Only after a few minutes did he realize what she was doing. Edging him. Working him up. Getting him harder and more needy by the moment. God, she was making him anticipate what was coming.

\t“Please Agnes, don’t.” He muttered “I just took the first panties I found. I had to. You guys have kept me here for so long. I really can’t take it. I promise if you let me go I’ll never come back. I’ll drop out of school. Go somewhere else. You’ll never see me again.”

\tTwo of the girls snickered from the doorway, looking down at him and muttering to each other. He heard a few less than flattering gay-slurs thrown around. Things he was sure these girls would never use with their actual gay friends. But then as he’d just pointed out he wasn’t gay. Not in the least. Which only made it worse when he started to moan and shake his hips like some little lap dancer.

\tThen the video started to ‘pick up’ again. The Master in the little scene jerking off his maid into his tea. At first the helpless pup was unsure how exactly this scene was supposed to play out. His experience with porn, hell with fucking, was always just a few minutes at most of pounding. Thumping his knot against wet folds until he was done and then collapsing spent. But no. Now he was leaking. Now he was aching. Aching like the cute boy who was now being milked into that tea. Blake watched with horrified, baited breath as the master’s finger slipped around, staring to push up that rump. Actually massaging the poor things prostate to get the cum out.

\t“Keep watching.” Agnes muttered “You wanted to cum. You get to cum.”

\tHe didn’t want to cum to this. He didn’t’ want these images. The cute moaning face. The girly hips. The small shaft throbbing and aching as it got ready to burst. He didn’t want his first real orgasm in days to be to something so utterly, disgustingly perverse. And yet he couldn’t’ help but watch. He couldn’t’ make his body stem the flow of pre dribbling down his tip. He couldn’t stop his clenching rump from squeezing and twitching and winking on the plug. Every part of his body had surrendered to the assault and Agnes was making his brain draw the line between the cute little orgasm he was watching and his own overwhelming bliss.

\tThere was no way to stop it. His balls emptied themselves out all over the carpet. Wave after wave of thick white dog sperm pooled up on the nasty, unwashed old rug which covered most of the living room. Blake was humping into the paw by the end of it. Tears dribbling down his cheeks. Only when he actually started paying attention to anything more than his own rolling bliss did he notice the cute whines and whimpers he heard were his own. The scene had shifted again, and Agnes had gone from stroking him off to simply milking out every drop she could.

\tBut at least that was it. That was all she could do. How on earth could anyone feel more low and useless than Blake did at that moment? His eyes slipped shut as his now cum slicked red rocket was brushed and stroked and squeezed. New tingles of unwanted pleasure at every turn. New assaults on his senses. The smell of his own cum filling his nostrils with each sucking breath while he waited for Agnes to stop.

\tBut she didn’t. It was well into the next scene, and yet he wasn’t seeing any sign that things had stopped, or even slowed. A sloppy hand job that was quickly turning to pain on his dick. Throbbing and pulsing. His hips bouncing up now while he bounced his still aching balls up and down on the couch. The girls moving closer bit by bit now. The voyeurs still snickering at the way this dweeby little overlooked girl forcing the boy to stay erect and aroused. Her paw moving faster and slower as time went on. Working him up bit by bit, stopping, slowing, starting up again, right up until the scene changed yet again and Blake was forced to see the boy tied up on a table, covered in sushi.

\tOnly then did she pick up the pace. Only then did Agnes go back to her horrible abuse. The cum slicked cock being jerked and stroked full tilt. Blake’s biology betraying him as his empty balls screamed for it all to stop. Biological functions he knew he had no control over, and yet his mind raced as he tried not to think about the slow eroticism of more gay porn being shoved into his brain. Being seared with that pleasure into his memories.

\t“Please, stop.” He sobbed. He couldn’t run now. It was all he thought about. It was what his body wanted. But he simply couldn’t. All the tactical thinking and fear were out the window. But his body was a puddle. A lump of agonized flesh and sexual urges rolling around without any sign of stopping or slowing. Fresh spurts coming from his shaft, each one hurt that much more. Each one made him sure he was empty. Yet more came. More always came. Robbing him of any hope that this would end.

\tHe barely noticed it when her paw moved up and smeared a thick stream of cum over his nose. The glob now coloring every breath he took. The scent hitting him like a truck while his abuser tried to wring yet another dry orgasm out of him. He was only barely aware of the current bit of fucking going on. Only barely realized what was happening on the screen. By the time it ended Agnes had hand-raped his cock so hard he’d gone cross-eyed, which didn’t help too much when he felt the whole world shift under him, and found himself ending up on the floor.

\t“Clean it up.”

\tThe words sounded distant. The flat-heel on his rump was less so. Slowly the world came back into focus. Slowly he began to realize that he was face down in the massive puddle of spooge he’d left on that dirty old rug. Arms and legs limp under him. Cock shriveling up after hours of abuse. His head swimming with pain.

\t“Come on, dumb poodle boy” One of the voyeur girls called out as she stepped on the back of his head “This rug isn’t ours. Don’t mess it up!”

\t“Yeah” the other giggled “Get that tongue busy. Just pretend it’s Jackie’s butt or something.”

\tThe poor boy just began to sob now. His tongue lulling out. His body slumping. Starting to slowly lick at the dirt and grime of the busy old woven rug. Slowly and ruefully licking and lapping his way along the flat filthy fabric. Small bits of old rug and dirt mixing with his cum while he licked a huge, hateful, rueful streak.

\tHe pulled back just a bit. Enough to see the colors of the material he’d just liked were actually a bit different. He felt his stomach churn in disgust. Right up until one of those shoes pushed him back down again and he was back to licking the mess clean.

\tAnd just like that the young man’s mind drifted somewhere else. His poofy, sissified body moved mechanically to lick bit after salty, sickly bit of his own seed off of the ground. Frantically looking up now and then at his abusers. Barely putting up any fight when he felt the familiar metal of the cage go on, and felt the lock click back in place.

\t“Next time…” The hamster muttered. Her voice spiking with cold wrath “Keep your filthy paws off of my panties.”

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\tOnce again Blake found himself hauled into the room that Jackie and Maddie shared. Curled up and crying between their beds, huddled on the floor as he just waited for them to finish up with whatever they were doing and shove him back in the closet for the night.

\tThis time Maddie came out first. The preppy peppy fox huffing her frustration as she pranced her way towards the bed. No towel on. Nothing to hide her objectively gorgeous form from him. Why should she care? He wasn’t a threat. Not anymore. He sure as hell wasn’t a man.

\tMaddie took a moment to look him over. Her soft foot paw pushing him on his back. Gazing. Then letting him roll on to his stomach. She then stepped on the small of his back and bent down to pull the drawer open. Fiddling around until she finally got what she was looking for.

\t“You got the stuff, Jackie?” Maddie called out while shifting her weight a bit. Soon her other paw was on his back and the helpless poodle-husky found himself struggling to breath as his current abuser crouched down on her tiptoes with her hundred and ten pounds carefully distributed over a small section of his back and pelvis.

\tFrom this position there was no way for him to see what was happening. No way to catch Jackie coming in, the pony girl also resplendently nude. No way for him to see her snicker and pass off a small glass bottle to her friend before sitting down on the corner of the bed. No way to see it as Maddie pulled a small syringe from within a black pouch full of clean needles. She carefully drew out a measure of the liquid within, tapping out the air bubbles and getting the shot ready with a precision befitting someone going into the medical fields. Only when she was sure it was ready did she make it known to poor Blake just what was going on. At least partially. A swift jab and a hard push on a plunger flooding his system with something. That pain jolting the poor pup out of his fugue state and drawing a panic-stricken cry.

\t“Oh gawd, will you calm down?” Maddie huffed as she finally finished with the needle. Slipping the cap back on and tossing it into a small medical waste pouch “It was just some estrogen, you big baby.”

\t“Y-you’re joking.” Blake muttered. It was all he could mutter. All he could say before a dirty old sock was shoved in his mouth and the girl jumped off of his back. All he could say before Jackie started to bind him up again and prepare him for another long night.

\t“Gonna be kind of funny when we get tired of this thing. Any idea what you’ll wanna do with it? I mean, those shots are gonna fuck with this boy hard.” Jackie could barely control the glee in her voice. Or more accurately it was likely she didn’t want to. The woman moaning at the sound of his sobs.

\t“I donno.” Maddie shrugged “But hey, that’s not really our problem. Is it?”
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