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Tyler was usually a pretty easy going guy when it came to most things. The hyena was a fairly good student, didn't have to try too hard to maintain his grades to keep in sports, and he could always run with the star players back at his high school. So when he landed himself a sports scholarship in lacrosse for his first pick of a school, he jumped at the opportunity to get in. He had settled into his dorm just fine, his roommate a nerdy rabbit that seemed pretty chill. He got a good night's sleep for his first day of practice.

The excited hyena almost skipped his way to practice at the crack of dawn. He found it hard to find someone to give him directions so early in the morning, but he didn't mind. Tyler was ready to get to work and be amongst the best. The college freshman was just under six feet and had some bulk to him, and being bulky in a full contact sport was important. He had a nice little gut over his abs, a healthy layer of fat that softened his bulk, but that didn't mean he was lazy or slacked on his training. Some of his buddies from back home shared one of their men's fitness magazines that talked about bulking. He was currently starting to cut his bulk, so he would be bigger by the time the winter set in for him to bulk up again.

The sun had filled the sky with the pinks and blues of morning, and long shadows were cast by the tall brick buildings. Tyler was fairly certain he was in the right place, but he was still green, so he decided to ask one of the professors coming into the building.

“Hey? Is this the practice building for the lacrosse team?" Tyler asked one of the guys.

The group of guys paused, all of them turning to face the hyena. That's when the little yeen noticed something. They were all wearing different versions of the same university hoodie. Some wore it regularly, others were bundled up with the hood over their ears, but one of the biggest guys, a wolf who had cut off the sides of the sweater into a large hooded tank gave Tyler a beaming smile.

“You're in the right place, my dude!" The wolf shot him a thumbs up. “You the fresh meat?"

Tyler blinked. That thumb had to be larger than three of Tyler's own fingers! The wolf was massive, his pecks pushing out of his hoodie, his nips pushed down and solid from the cold. Steam wafting on the cool morning air from his hairy pits. His obliques rolled like thunder into a rounded muscle gut that had cobbled abs. He had to be at least seven feet tall, his mane thick and wild, his beard thick, and tight against his face, and yet he looked young and full of life.

“Holy shit…" Tyler let the words fall from his mouth before he could stop them.

“Yeah," the timber wolf chuckled, nodding to his other teammates that were other various obscene sizes, yet all just shy of their pack leader. “We get it. We're big." The wolf's statement elected a few low chuckles and soft 'yeah boy's from his pack.

Tyler thought he was decently sized, but these men were beasts! They had to be juicing! There was no way anyone under the age of thirty could have a body like that without being on a serious kit. Tyler couldn't help it, he glanced down. The weight of their size was too much to keep his chin up. He felt the need to almost fall to the floor and bow, to pay respect to such massive men. Though, averting his eyes only made things worse.

The wolf was wearing some athletic booty shorts, his thighs practically bursting out of them, the outline of his jock clearly visible though his shorts, and the definitive smell of man was stronger the more he looked down. Tyler quickly averted his gaze lower only to set eyes on the largest sneakers he had ever seen. It only made sense that this bruit would have fucking clown shoes when his dick was the size of a salami!

And it wasn't just the wolf, it was all the men! None of them quite as big as the wolf, but all of them were beastly in size, covered in body hair, musk wafting off into the cool morning air from their pits or necks like their bodies couldn't contain the testosterone coursing through them.

“The name's Reese," the wolf jabbed his thumb at his chest before jabbing it behind him. “These are your teammates."

“H-Hi…" Tyler blinked. He was sure he was going to pass out. There was no way he could train with such blatant beasts of men. “I-I'm Tyler."

“Hey there Ty," Reese smiled warmly before walking over and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Let me show you the lockers so you can get settled in."

Tyler knew Reese was talking to him, but he was pinned right next to the beastly wolf's pit. It was hot and humid, thick with a manly odor like he had just gotten done with a workout, but Tyler could smell the soap and deodorant this beast was wearing. He had just showered and still smelled like this!?

“One of the assistant coaches will get your locker set up for you once you pick one," Reese continued to be helpful, guiding the hyena into the lockers and showing him the ropes, but Tyler's head was still reeling from the moment he laid eyes on his new squad. Tyler just nodded and gave simple responses like he was afraid a complicated answer might anger the roided out wolf. He knew about the effects of roid rage, so he wasn't going to poke the bear here. He felt like a fucking toddler looking up at an older sibling. He couldn't help but retreat, to shrink away from such effortlessly oppressive masculine might.

“No worries little guy," Reese smacked his back and the yeen thought he was going to lose his breakfast with how hard it struck him. “We'll get you into fighting shape! But get in line for coach. He likes to eye the fresh meat before we get to practice."

“He what?" Tyler shook his head, but he realized that all the other freshman were getting the same speech from their respective bulging teammates. It was like they were fathers sending their kids off to school. Tyler nodded as it sunk in and the smallest little guys came up to the wall and stood there while the other guys shot the shit and sat on the benches.

Then, it all changed when coach entered.

The door to the office slammed open, and what emerged could only be described as a freak of nature. Petrov was a polar bear, and he was the polar bear that put all over bears to shame. He was nearly eight feet tall, his ears brushing the ceiling on the upswing of his steps, his monstrous feet shaking through the solid concrete flooring. His fur was white as snow and his nose was black as coal, his eyes like glaciers. He wore a track suit in the college's signature red and white, his broad shoulders eclipsed everything else, and yet he refused to lean in or change his gate, no matter how hard he slammed into a wall or dented a locker. A gray, jagged scar split his lip, his permanent sneer almost making it split.

Tyler was terrified. Those were the eyes of a killer, those were the claws of a beast, that was the body of a monster, and in motion he could hardly believe it. He kept eye contact, even as Petrov's eyes glanced over him. It was for a fraction of a second, but the message was clear when Petrov looked away. He needn't say anything as his eyes flashed to the next recruit.

Not a threat, disappointment…

Petrov didn't even bother taking out a pen as he carved a mark on his clip board with his thumb claw. It was like punching a train ticket in his monstrous mitt.

Tyler now knew why Reese had called them fresh meat. That beast looked them over and assessed them like they were flesh on a hook, noticing every flaw and scowling if he found anything lacking.

“You are not men!" Petrov finally spat out, his deep, guttural voice rang true in his Russian accent. “You are boys."

Tyler had never felt more accurately assessed in his life. Next to these paragon of men, he looked like he should be playing in the sandbox with the other preschoolers.

“Yes," Petrov nodded, satisfied with his assessment, and yet he still held a scowl on his muzzle. “Boys. Boys unfit to hold your own dicks, let alone crosse!"

Tyler's mind skipped a beat as those words rang through the locker room. He half expected there to be a couple of chuckles, some jokes made at their expense, but no one dared to speak while Petrov spoke. Not only did he hold his new recruits in an icy, fearsome fist, but he also held the other players' unwavering respect.

“But follow my lead," Petrov put his hands behind his back, his pectoral shelf pushing against the fabric of his windbreaker and causing it to strain. “And I will mold you chintzy ice cubes into sculptures of greatness."

Petrov pivoted and nodded to the other players. It was clear, a promise that he could make Tyler and the others into these beasts of raw, primal power. He looked back with the shadow of a smile on his lips, his thick stubble making it hard to tell.

“You do as I say, at all times, and you will have body of polar bear," Petrov started, punching his fist against his chest was like a hand smacking a meaty drum. “Heart of lion, and balls of bull!"

Tyler's brow furrowed at that. He had been in the locker room enough times to know when something was sus. He wasn't getting a red flag from the coach, but rather a rainbow one?

“You," Petrov nearly growled the word, his eyes snapping to Tyler as his sneer warped the scar on his lip. “What is name?"

“I-I-I…" The fact Tyler could muster up the power to stammer out words instead of clamping up with fear was a feat in itself, but Petrov's scowl grew darker.

“I-I-I don't have time for your stammering like bitch in ice water!" Petrov's voice rose. It was like thunder ripping through a storm cloud. “NAME!"

That wasn't just a command. That was a barking order. It rang through him, his spine tingled in fear, and it took everything in him not to piss himself, but Tyler managed to force it out.

“Tyler!" The hyena yipped. “Um…Sir…"

Petrov's eyes narrowed as he leaned in and snorted in the hyena's face. The smell of coffee, aftershave, and a hint of vodka steamed up Tyler's face.

“I am not an 'um Sir' mister Tie-me-up," Petrov was growling the words in the hyena's face, twisting his name into a laughable parody. “I am your Coach. So get that straight or quit. My grandma has balls bigger than yours, and I won't be disrespected by a pup who never got his dick wet before!"

“I-I'm not a virgin…" Tyler's pride somehow wormed its way into the conversation, only for Petrov to crush it with a single phrase.

“Is that question?" He rumbled out, faux sincerity creeping into the rhetoric.

“No sir…" Tyler's face was burning red. He glanced around at the other players, they were all looking at him like they expected him to do something or get eaten by the bear. It was only a split second that Tyler looked away, but once his eyes were back on Petrov, he knew something was wrong. Those glacial eyes only narrowed further in disappointment. Then Tyler blinked and realized his mistake.

“I mean, NO COACH!" Tyler barked back, straightening up like some nutcracker soldier and refusing to look the bear in the eye.

The room was silent for a long time. Only the stifling miasma of man that never left a locker room hung in the air. Then, finally Petrov moved, standing back up and looking down, finding Tyler's gaze and locking with it. The hyena dare not move.

“Good, it can be taught," a slight smirk split Petrov's lip. Tyler had never felt more relief than in his Coach's smile. Petrov continued to stride down the line of fresh meat. “Let this be lesson. You mess with bull, you get the balls!"

“YES COACH!" All the players shouted out, everyone against the wall flinching.

“Now, pair up," Petrov nodded. “Team captains, find respective pup and teach them de ropes. Drills start in five minutes."

Tyler gasped as soon as Petrov had left the locker room. They yeen hadn't even noticed he was holding his breath.

“You doin' okay?" Reese asked as he came up to Tyler and put a hand on his back. “Don't sweat it pup. Coach is an intimidating dude. Once you get on his good side, he's a great guy though."

“Does…does that mean I'm on his bad side?" Tyler felt dread gripping his chest.

“I think everyone is," Reese shrugged guiding Tyler out to the field. “At first anyway. Though, you impressed him."

“I…I did?" Tyler looked up at his wolf captain.

“Yeah, you pitched a tent instead of pissing your pants," Reese beamed. “Sounds like you're already on the right track."

“I what?" Tyler looked down and immediately put his hands over his crotch. “Shit!"

“Don't sweat it dude! Look," Reese gestured to his crotch, his massive bulge straining as a light dark spot was forming on his shorts. “I can't help but chub when coach gets all riled up like that. Rrr FUCK! He knows how to motivate his boys."

Reese shook his head through that growl, his mane fluffing up as his fur stood on end. Steam rolled out of his fur as a miasma of musk that caught the sun's rays.

“You ready for some real practice pup?" Reese stopped them and crossed his arms and glared down at the hyena.

“Y-YES Captain!" Tyler straightened up. Reese's bulge twitched.

“Good boy, Coach will love you. But there'll be time for that. First, we practice."

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