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"Come on, stud. Just one more rep..." Septimus grunted, sweat rolling down the side of his head and dripping down on the gym floor. Well, "gym" was generous. It was more of a garage turned into a gym. Weights were organized along the wall. Two treadmills were side by side and faced a small TV put on the workbench that Septimus had spent lord knows how long flipping through channels for something to watch.

"Oh f-fuuuuuck!"

"Don't wimp out yet, boy," Septimus grunted, keeping his large mitts below the silver drop bar. "I've seen you wrestle down some large fuckers on the pitch. Keep pushing."

Frazer's arms were shaking. His muscles strained and veins popped out as he flexed. The bar was right on the buck's chest and his top half was on full display. Pecs burst with strength, perking up since they were strained. Two golden loops went through each nipple which matched the septum ring in his nose. His blue eyes looked up at the towering bull who had no sympathy in his expression.

Septimus' mustache twitched as he watched the young buck struggle to bring the bar up but he did not intervene. Frazer grunted. His strength was diminished from Septimus putting him through the ringer for practice and his muscles were filled with lactic acid. He was running on empty, but Septimus was not going to let up. Frazer could smell the sweat running off of his body and mixing with the musk that began to fill the garage. It was the scent of men and pushing.

"Arrrgh!"

With one final push upward, Frazer placed the bar on the rack, his body pumped full of adrenaline. Getting up off the bench, a small sweat indent was left on the leather. Before Frazer's ass even left the weight bench, Septimus was already at the seat and spraying it down with alcohol and wiping down the leather.

"Good work, stud."

"Thanks, Coach," Frazer grinned, the piercing in his nose bobbing as he wiped off his muzzle and went down to his chest. The garage was stifling and the metal door did little favors for the internal temperature of the impromptu gym. Even having an electrical fan going in the garage did little to help ease the settling stickiness. The two sweating dudes in the garage did little to help.

The buck took a huge swig from the water bottle that was resting on one of the many stools. When Frazer removed the bottle, an oil stain was splattered across the seat and stained the once brilliant wood.

"You've been working on your cars again?"

"Heh, when am I not?" Septimus grunted back as he wiped down the bench seat.

"Good point," Frazer said with a good natured smile. "Make any progress on your rat rod?"

Septimus smiled. The one thing that Septimus liked more than coaching was working on his cars and the thought of getting back underneath another rusty antique to see what made it tick was comforting.

"Yeah, Maximus was helping me with the car," Septimus said as he sprayed a rag with alcohol. He leaned over the weight bench and the neon green tanktop the coach wore flopped down.

The tanktop that Septimus wore left little to the imagination to begin with and as the bull leaned over and started to wipe down the leather. A trademark silver whistle hung around his neck and dangled down which only served as a runway for Frazer's eyes. There was a white treasure trail that worked its way down the inside of Septimus' thick pecs, through the valley between them, and then turned back into the dark black color of his fur and into his shorts. Two silver bar nipple rings were pierced through his thick nipples and they shimmered in the artificial light of the garage.

The buck did not think too much of his coach leaning forward. They had seen each other naked an uncountable amount of times. The fact that his coach even had the rings on was something that Frazer admired. Even if the rings had to get taken off before a rugby match, Frazer enjoyed jewelry as a form of expression which Septimus seemed to agree with.

"Looks like you got new rings too," Frazer said as he flexed his own arm and bounced his right pec to show off his own golden loops.

"Yeah. Thought it was time to bump up to silver," Septimus replied as he leaned back up from the weight bench. "Maximus has been getting piercings too, you know. Maybe you and him should exchange piercers."

Frazer nodded. "I've been looking for new people since I moved to Aussie. Studying abroad has been the best choice I made. Didn't know I could play rugby down here and get a scholarship."

"Mmmmm hmmm. The rugby club here is lucky to have you on weekends. I'm surprised you can even play after all the running you do."

Frazer blushed and looked away. "Well, I wasn't completely honest with ya. I'm only a backup. Mostly, I just run drills and then go home and then they use me for logistics. I'm more of a paper pusher than anything else so it is nice to be of value."

Septimus shook his head. "Well, they have missed potential then. Do they give you a stipend too?"

Frazer nodded. "Not as much as the main players but I get one that is enough to cover rent and food."

Septimus nodded. "Well, that is good at least."

There was a pause and Septimus crossed his arms. "You know, why don't we go inside? I can make you something to eat and we can talk some stuff over. Our club can pay you for playing with us. We got enough fundraising and I think having you as an established player with some merchandise could be good for us."

Frazer was stunned. He stood just staring at the bull in front of him for longer than he intended. After all, he only joined the club so he could get more conditioning in before they got later into the season. Although it was only March, more work always needed to be done.

"You sure?"

"Absolutely. And I bet a young stud like you could be running our club as a vice president after a while. You'd have to fight Maximus for president, though."

Although Frazer had never meant Maximus, he heard of the stories. If Septimus was the foundation of the team, Maximus was the one behind the scenes continuing to build it up. He was a natural leader and the buck would have an uphill battle if he wanted to butt heads with Septimus' son.

"Heh, I think I'd rather talk things through then fight for a position," Frazer smirked. "Even though he is your son, he certainly earned his position."

"I think you'll fit in just fine," Septimus smiled and placed his right hand on Frazer's shoulder. His dark brown eyes looked into the buck's own. "Maximus goes easy on the new players, as you found out."

Frazer was visibly flustered, his tail flicking. "Oh yeah. I noticed. He truly wants everyone to succeed."

Septimus' grip strengthened for just a moment before he patted the buck.

"We have that in common."

Turning around, Septimus placed the alcohol bottle down on the tool bench and threw away the paper cloth that he was using. Frazer could not help but eye up Septimus, his gaze moving from the broad triceps of the bull's back and down towards his lats which led to that thick ass and swaying tail. The red of Septimus' knee-length shorts stood out to the buck who thanked his lucky stars that he was at the end of the horny rut that overtook him through the early spring. He still had the thick antlers to prove that he made it through and they would not fall off until later. Frazer did take hormones to keep them even if he had to cap them during the rugby season.

The bull grabbed a white hand towel that hung on a hook and threw it to Frazer. The buck grabbed it and wiped off the top half of his body and the material was soft on Frazer's tired and aching body. The sweat that built up stuck to the white fabric of the tail and the deer used the clean half of the towel to wipe off his face. He wiped the rest of the sweat that was on his adonis belt.

Septimus watched and admired. He was proud of his players. The deer was no exception; a tribute to raw, male masculinity but not a complete meat head. The bull had half a mind to pull off his tanktop so he could clean himself off, but he decided against it. He could always shower later.

"So, you staying for dinner again?" Septimus said over the opposite shoulder he threw the towel over. "I'm making something high in protein and vegetarian. I think you'll like it."

The rugby player nodded. "Yeah, I'll stay for dinner. I'm sure you cook up a mean

Frazer followed Septimus inside the house. He had been in two previous times since Septimus suggested working out and nothing much had changed besides the air fresheners. Instead of having more winter scents, like peppermint or evergreen, Septimus decided to go with something more floral. A nice, fresh scent of tulips and roses waffed throughout the home. It was a symbol for the coming warmth rejuvenation that came with spring tidings.

The door that led into the main part of the home opened up to the living room. Which had a nice, black sofa that faced a TV. There was carpeting over hardwood floors which was a nice oatmeal brown color and the carpet even went up the stairs which were right by the door to the front of the house. There was an open archway that led from the living room into the kitchen where Septimus was already occupying. How the massive bull moved fast enough to get from the living room to the kitchen so quickly, Frazer did not know. The buck's footfalls were quiet on the carpet and he snuck over to where his shirt was thrown over Septimus' recliner.

Septimus' ears flicked as he rummaged through the various cabinets for pots and pans to put on the burner. When he gathered what he needed, he walked over to the oven and turned two of the knobs out front to turn on the burners. He sprayed down each one with a helping of canola oil before looking over at Frazer. The young buck was doing his stretches on the soft carpet and using the black sofa as leverage. Frazer's tee shirt was back on and Septimus was thankful for that. The one thing he did not want was a sweaty jock messing up his furniture.

Frazer's back was to the bull and he had his hand on the end of the sofa while pulling his foot up and back behind him. The tension created stretched his quad and Septimus admired his player's physique. The buck worked out and the more lean V of his back that led to a muscular rump was hard to ignore. The way the deer's shoulders rolled back gave Septimus a good view. The buck reminded him of the one lay he had back at the mechanic garage. A new hire and a sturdy hyena. The beautiful fur pattern looked even better in the light of the garage. The funny thing was that Frazer had that similar body type but certainly more athletic. Where the hyena had natural muscle from working in the garage, Frazer had muscle from long sprints and conditioning. Septimus had a hunch that Frazer's lips were probably softer too. The coach blushed as he realized he was looking at his player like his hookups. He shouldn't think of his players the same way...

But the buck was certainly hot. Septimus was thankful Maximus found such a diamond in the rough. It was like he fell into their laps. Septimus shook his head at the thought of grabbing those antlers and bringing the buck down between his legs. The rut really took hold of him this year.

"Come on into the kitchen, stud. I don't think you have to stretch immediately after you work out," Septimus said, wanting a different distraction as he threw in some cauliflower as well as broccoli into one of the pans. Quinoa was already in the other which Frazer realized was more of a bowl with a lid. The water was simmering and the deer's sensitive nose picked up on the earthy flavors of the veggies mixing with the more neutral grain.

"You always said to stretch," Frazer joked and made his way into the kitchen. Frazer rubbed his right shoulder and stretched the deltoid muscle by rolling his shoulder. The kitchen floor was made of tile with rugs set before the oven and stove. The buck made his way to the table, pulling out the leaves before sitting down and examining the environment for any changes.

The fridge was made of stainless steel along with the oven. The sink was modern with a touch nozzle for easy turn on and off and a small soap dispenser had a lemon scent coming from inside. Septimus put his hands underneath the dispenser and gave it a quick pump.

"You got me there, but dinner is almost ready. I think you can take some time away from stretching to take a break."

Frazer chuckled and walked up to one of the four wooden chairs that surrounded the table and sat down. "That is funny coming from the guy who enjoys working us into the ground every practice."

Septimus grabbed plates out of the cabinet and they were a nice teal with a white top. Septimus placed two onto the table before gathering glasses and silverware. "I don't think that would make me a good host. After all, you are in my home."

"Mmmm hmm," Frazer smiled. His grin got even wider when Septimus placed a heat pad onto the center of the table and laid out the veggie and quinoa mix. The scent was tantalizing. A mixture of garlic and hearty spices that reflected Septimus' personality. Unassuming at first and somewhat intimidating but welcoming and warm.

Frazer took a good helping of the quinoa onto his spoon before plopping it onto his plate. He repeated the motion four more times until he had a sizable pile. "I think we should bring the team over to your place then. They might like the change in scenery."

"Heh, I am not feeding all your asses," Septimus smirked and took several healthy servings of the dish.

"Then I'm touched to be here."

Septimus laughed. "That's the spirit."

The two ate in relative merriment. The conversation was surprisingly stimulating. Even though the two were in two different areas of their life with different experiences, their conversation flowed easy. Frazer talked about his schooling and his home and Septimus listened. It was not that he was listening to be polite either but the coach was focused on Frazer. The way the buck's piercings moved and his soft looking lips and the excitement that sparkled in his eyes. Whenever Frazer was talking, the bull concentrated completely on his player.

When Septimus was talking, Frazer watched the older bull carefully. Studying his hand motions and the way his own piercings bobbed as he talked. The loud, boisterous laugh was patriarchal and Frazer had an odd feeling. Almost like he was Septimus' son too. A brother that Maximus never had. It was comforting but also strange. Like an unspoken boundary was stepped over. The buck had to shake away the feeling multiple times throughout the conversation but it wasn't long before the feeling did not exist at all.

Eventually, they did run out of topics and Frazer was stealthy checking his phone. The updates that he posted earlier on Twitter were already circulating and the shirtless pic that he took with a rugby ball underneath his arms seemed to be gaining traction.There were already horny comments too.

"Woof. Would love to be in that ball's place..." A comment said underneath his post. Frazer's breath caught in his throat and he quickly pocketed his phone. Maybe if he was feeling adventurous, he would post another picture soon. The next one he could be bottomless...

Frazer looked up to see Septimus looking at him with his eyebrow raised and nodded towards the buck. "Don't you know it is rude to text while at the table?"

The deer cleared his throat. "Errrr, sorry coach."

There was a grunt of acknowledgement. "I just like giving you shit, stud."

Frazer chuckled nervously and went back to eating. They sat mostly in silence after that which gave them both plenty of time to enjoy their meal. Frazer devoured the rest of dinner but whenever he took a breath between large bites, he noticed Septimus was already finished and looked at him with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. When both of their plates were cleared and the pot where the dinner was moments ago was empty, the two's conversation eventually started to drift into an area where neither of them thought it would go.

"So...you got someone special?"

Frazer was taken aback by the question and Septimus read Frazer's expression. "Sorry if that is too forward. It is none of my business but I do see you checking your phone in the locker room too."

The buck shook his head. "Nah. Nobody in particular."

"Uh huh."

There was a playful grin on Septimus' face as he got up off the table. The bull dwarfed over the buck now and lummered over the table and Frazer. He could see the bull's muscles roll underneath the tanktop and his eyes starting to move downward. They fell between the massive pecs and continued lower until they got to Septimus' abs. The breaths that Septimus took reflected his stature and strength. His eyes moved lower to the shorts, curiosity overtaking him even though he had seen Septimus naked hundreds of time and yet it was like the first time all over again. It was like he was a teenager again and cornered by a bully. Frazer felt like a small ant looking up at the bull. The rugby player was intimidated for what felt like the first time in a while. A chill shot down his spine and he looked like a stereotypical deer in headlights.

Septimus gently reached out and took Frazer's empty plate into his hands and the silverware that lay motionless on top. Frazer blinked, a blush crossing his cheeks.

"You looked almost stunned for a second. I don't care what you do on your phone."

"It's nothing. I just have an account on Twitter that I like to post...pictures," Frazer admitted. He wiggled in his seat and his tail flicked behind him. It had only been a month since he got to Australia and now he was telling his coach all his secrets. If his coach found his second account with the more lewd pictures, he would never forgive himself. It was a more intimate part of himself and he kept it private but....what if...

"Pictures?" Septimus began as he started to wash the plates and silverware carefully. There was a methodical planning to his movements. He first began with the forks, then the spoons, and finally started to wash the plates. He was as careful with the dinnerware as he was with his questioning.

"Yeah. Nothing risque or-"

"Oh you don't have to be ashamed of that. I'm sure a handsome fella like you has some admirers," Septimus said with a casual purr to his voice. Frazer was stunned once again. Was his coach flirting with him?

He had no clue but it did not matter. He did like the attention and Septimus was handsome...

"Oh, I would think that someone like you would be a little more reserved."

"You calling me old and conservative?" Septimus laughed boisterously. "Oh lord, thank god you did not meet me when I was younger."

"I did not think of you as rowdy," Frazer said with a bit of awe in his voice.

"Oh yeah. Got into all sorts of trouble but we did not have the internet back when I was younger. Otherwise, I probably would have been posting just as frequently as you and my cock would be all over the internet."

It was unfortunate for Frazer that he was taking a drink of water at the time Septimus mentioned his parts because he was sputtering and coughing at the lewd comment. Septimus smirked and walked over to give Frazer a hard pat on his back and the young player cleared his throat.

"Yep, I was not expecting that at all."

"Yeah, we at least had polaroids..."

Frazer stopped and gulped. "I never thought of you as vain."

"If you got it, flaunt it. And I think you know that better than anyone. The team likes you and I think you'll fit in just fine."

There was an awkward pause between them with Frazer just sitting on the chair and looking up at Septimus. The hand felt nice and comforting on his shoulder. It was fatherly and had a firm grip. Septimus' thumb rubbed his shoulder and Frazer's eyes met the bull's own. There was something there. A primal hunger hidden deep within the amber brown. Before anything could be done, Septimus pulled his hand away and stepped back from the buck.

"Why don't you get back home. You got a lot of homework I'm sure. We can break out the pictures later."

There was another deep purr to Septimus' voice but the bull had a cool look on his face. Frazer did not know how to take the flirting gesture but was touched by it. For once, the buck felt out of his element. He had ran some of the toughest plays and fought in the most vicious scrums. There were times where Frazer thought his neck was going to break from the pressure and he had an uncountable number of times where he pushed his weight to help his team but this was a solo sport. He felt defenseless in the new situation and it seemed Septimus was giving him an out. However, the fact that the bull said he would break out the pictures later was intriguing.

"Y-yeah...sure!" Frazer stuttered and then gave a smile. "I'm curious what you looked like back then."

"Kinda like now but without the stash," Septimus said with a barrel laugh to finish. "It might give you some inspiration for your own pin-ups."

There was a sprinkle of curiosity that Frazer had about it. His coach naked and posing provocatively. It was nothing like the locker rooms which were more functional. This was Septimus naked and proud of his manhood. It was raw and Frazer's mind wondered what Septimus looked like, proud and flexing.

"Belly and everything?" Frazer joked as he got up off the chair and felt more confident. Septimus rolled his eyes.

"Okay so maybe not exactly like how I look now..."

The two laughed and Frazer felt even bolder. "How about I just stay a little longer and we can compare and contrast..." The buck took his index finger and placed it right on Septimus' right nipple. The bull huffed, feeling the deer's touch and then gave a low moo when a thumb squeezed was brought up to pinch the sensitive nub.

The pinch was electrifying. The stimulation sent a shock right down Septimus' spine and straight down between his legs. The situation was so taboo to begin with. The flirting turning into something more hot and heavy. Frazer's leaner body pushed up against Septimus and the bull was right up against the counter. This time, Septimus was the one to pause and his hand lingered just above Frazer's perky rump.

There was a long breath in before exiting in an even longer exhale. "I've seen your pics by the way...and the videos." Septimus paused again, wondering if he said too much but when Frazer took his hand and moved it towards his ass, he couldn't stop himself from saying more. "I like the one where you are taking a dildo and saying 'coach.'"

The buck smirked. "I had to sneak around the locker room to find an area that was away from everyone..." The smirk turned into a devilish smile. "It was hard to find somewhere that I could indulge in my fantasy."

"You are one dirty fucker."

Frazer remembered it fondly. The feeling of the fake hole squeezing around his cock and the squelches of lube echoing throughout the locker room. It was not romantic in the slightest. There was nothing charming about how the toy lewdly attempted to stretch around his girth and the slick and dirty sounds of his lube smeared balls slapping against the rim of the toy only added to it.

And the buck got each stroke on video. It was thrilling. A teammate could have walked in any second or even Septimus. They could have heard him moaning and found him in the corner of the locker room pinching his nipples with a free hand and close to filling up the silicone with a generous load. Frazer wondered how his engagement was doing with the post. Maybe he got more retweets since then....

Frazer smirked and walked forward. The distance between them was hardly noticeable. Their upper halves rubbed against each other and the buck could feel something weighty pressing up against his leg. The warmth that radiated from Septimus' crotch was unbelievable. The deer wondered how far Septimus would take this but he had a couple of hunches.

"How about we recreate that video but with audience participation?" Septimus grunted and he brought his other hand to Frazer's rump to spread it. The two muscular globes parted and Septimus was thankful for the muscle stud for joining the team. If it wasn't for these extra practices, he might not have had any crack at Frazer. The worry that he had faded when the deer smiled.

"Get those photos ready and grab whatever toys you want..."

Septimus nodded. "Let's get comfortable in the living room."

The duo made their way to the living room but not without a couple of stray gropes. When Frazer got to the living room, Septimus was cautiously looking out the blinds.

"Worried about getting caught?" Frazer teased and took off his tee shirt. Instead of putting it over the couch this time, he discarded it to the floor. Septimus' eyes followed the shirt's descent towards the floor. Frazer began to work on his shorts but Septimus' glare stopped him. There was no anger in the bull's face but something else. The dark brown eyes then snapped towards Frazer's body. Instead of looking at the deer with a professional aire like before, this time it was hunger. Something more primal had switched over in Septimus and it was like a predator looking over their prey. Frazer swore he could feel jaws closing around his neck as Septimus walked over and placed a hand down on his abs.

"Allow me."

Septimus grabbed the waistband of Frazer's shorts and the jockstrap that he wore underneath. He slowly worked them off of the buck. Down the waistband went and Frazer's breath hitched as his cock got caught. Septimus chuckled.

"Someone's excited."

Frazer blushed and brought his legs up. "Can you blame me?"

Septimus shook his head. "No, I can't."

With that, Septimus gave a final tug and the shorts came right off. Frazer's cock flopped up and smacked his abs. The member was far from flaccid and pre rolled down the bottom of the shaft and onto his balls. Septimus grabbed the jock out of Frazer's shorts and took a look at it and felt the material in his hands. The jock itself was a light blue, the pouch made from a polyester that was more fashion than sports. The waistband itself was onyx black and the leg straps were the same blue as the pouch.

"Hmmm, never seen one like this before," Septimus said as he felt the pouch in his fingers. It felt smooth and he could smell the musk radiating from it. From rugby practice to working out, the sweat and male sex clung to the jockstrap like it was magnitized to it. Septimus looked up at Frazer to see the deer was watching him.

"You like showing off for the team, don't you?" Septimus said with a growl to his voice. "Bet you would love for everyone in the locker room to focus on you and you would be pleased to show off..."

Frazer was surprised by the sudden change in attitude. The calm and controlled coach now adding on a more dominant timber to his voice. Frazer's breath was caught in his lungs and Septimus slowly brought his lumbering form forward with the bright blue jock clutched in his right hand. Frazer's heart beat in his chest and with each thump, Septimus would get closer. He decreased the distance between them until he was a breath away and his eyes did not leave Frazer's own. A shiver shot down the buck's spine as Septimus looked at him from the top of his forehead with its huge antlers down to his leaking cock.

"Well, got something to say?"

Frazer's mouth opened but no sound came out. It was such a different attitude then what he was used to. The aurora that Septimus was giving off was almost tangible like a thick smoke that entered his ears and shot dopamine through his brain. Frazer did not understand the feeling but the impatient looking bull did not seem to care. The buck did not know if it was all an act or if Septimus really wanted Frazer to speak up but the buck did not do either.

"Seems you are at a loss for words..."

Septimus brought the jockstrap forward and held it in front of Frazer's muzzle. The rugby player went cross eyed for a moment. The musk hit him first and then the fact that it was so close to his mouth. He had a feeling of where it was going....

"If you want me, you have to obey me, stud."

Frazer gulped, his hand gripping the leather of the couch and digging in as Septimus' other hand worked down his chest. Frazer's eyes followed the hand as it went lower and lower. Over Septimus' belly and then finally making it to his hips. The buck's cock throbbed needfully but he did not dare touch it. The bull placed his index finger and thumb in the waistband of his shorts and waited. Frazer started to not care so much about the polaroids anymore. They could create their own photos and videos again, after all. Maybe they could look at them later anyway...

Frazer nodded.

"Good boy. From this point forward, you'll call me 'sir.' Is that clear?"

"Yes..."

Septimus raised an eyebrow, bringing his thumb up off of his waistband.

"Y-yes sir..."

"That's a good boy. Good buck pup," Septimus cooed and brought his hand clutching the jock forward. "Now, you gotta open wide for daddy. Make sure to leave enough room for your underwear while I go upstairs and gather some things. Can you do that?"

Frazer's eyes moved towards the jock. The musk hit him again like a ton of bricks and he looked at the bull with his ears submissively hanging low.

"Yes sir."

"Good boy."

Septimus brought his hand forward and Frazer opened his mouth. Septimus smiled as his player took the jock into his mouth and the first thing that Frazer could taste was the earthiness of his own body. The saltiness of the sweat and the acidity of a bit of piss when he went to the bathroom before practice. His cock pulsed with each hard thump of his heart and his eyes fluttered as Septimus pushed the jock deeper into his muzzle with his index and middle finger. Frazer's tongue tried to lash out to suck at the fingers that were in his muzzle but couldn't quite get around the cloth.

"Mmmmm, that's a good boy. Now, bite down just a little bit on the jock, big guy."

Frazer did as he was told and bit down. Not enough to chomp at Septimus' finger but enough that the jock was now well put in his muzzle. Frazer felt a hand on top of his head and pat it.

"Time for your reward."

Septimus must have pulled his shorts and underwear down while he was stuffing the deer's muzzle full because he was stripped down below the belt. One large cock, as girthy as a beer can with a foreskin to boot flopped over a pair of melon sized balls and Septimus stood before Frazer flaccid. He was the most hung man that Frazer had ever laid eyes on and even though he had already seen everything Septimus had to offer in the locker room, this felt like something different. It felt like he was seeing his coach naked for that first time again. Frazer whimpered.

"What's wrong, boy?"

He wanted to see everything and Septimus knew it.

"A good boy waits for their sir."

Frazer shivered at the idea. It was so kinky. He never experienced anything like this and Septimus was giving him just a sprinkle of what was going to happen. Septimus walked forward and placed his foot on the edge of the couch where the buck was sitting. Septimus' expression did not change. The deer knew his place and Septimus was about to give him another indicator of where he belonged.

Septimus stood up straight, looming over the buck as he sat on the couch before he brought his full balls onto Frazer's muzzle unexpectedly. The musk was overwhelming. Spicy and foreign and the cock that flopped over between his antlers only added to the scent.. Something different from the jock that was stuffed into his mouth. The sweat and musk only added to the dirtiness of the action. The two balls flopped over his nose and covered his eyes. His vision was black and he could only rely on touch and smell. The feeling of the leathery balls over his soft fur made him take in a long breath. Septimus' felt the warm air on his taint and up to his hole. If someone could look in through the blinded windows, they would see a ghost of a smile on his face.

"Deep breaths, boy. This is what a breeding bull smells like," Septimus huffed.

Frazer took long and controlled breaths and focused in on the natural scents that Septimus made. Compared to his own musk, Septimus' own was something more primal. It was hard to put a finger on it but it demanded to be noticed. There was nothing about Septimus that was subtle if he lost his clothing. He was the prime example of masculinity. Of when practicality and hard work collided into one man.

Septimus' hand moved to Frazer's cheek and his thumb brushed across it. "I'm glad I found you. I've been needing someone to help me with a problem..."

Frazer groaned and his cock throbbed between his legs. He wanted to ask what the problem was but the thought of talking left him when Septimus squatted down further and his balls smooshed further onto Frazer's face.

Frazer's right hand instinctively moved to his hard cock and wrapped around it. It was hard as steel. The buck knew what to do. It was a movement that he mastered in his teenage years and it felt so familiar and-

Septimus immediately moved away. The light that managed to get in through the blinds highlighted Septimus' form and his thick body. He was still cool and controlled.

"Take your hand away from your cock, boy."

Frazer whimpered like a dog that got bopped on the nose. The jock muffled it and Septimus brought his fingers forward to push the jock further into Frazer's mouth.

"You won't cum until I do. I promise you'll get to but you have to be a good boy."

Frazer nodded, trying to convey how sorry he was through the jockstrap gag but unable to.

Septimus felt that the apology was enough and stepped away. "I'm going to go upstairs. If you cum while I'm away, this stops here. Got it, puppy?"

Frazer's heart leaped in his chest. The one thing he did not want to happen was for everything to stop and from Septimus' flaccid dick, the bull could have made that happen. Frazer nodded frantically.

"Good boy. Now keep those hands away from your cock..."

Septimus disappeared upstairs, his balls and cock wobbling as he made his way to the second floor. Frazer concentrated on the sounds of Septimus' footfalls. The clumping from upstairs was making his mind wonder. Every pause made him curious and every draw opening made his ears flick. There were so many things that could be happening. The bull was up there for what felt like ages and Frazer started to wonder if Septimus was stalling on purpose and forcing him to wait. Frazer thought about going upstairs to check on the bull but that might make Septimus stop everything. Frazer did what any good buck would do and kept still.

When Septimus descended down the stairs, Frazer's patience was rewarded tenfold.

The bull was naked head to toe. His body was on full display for the buck's hungry eyes. The brown fur that covered his muscles reflected the light back from the small amount that came in through the windows and when he turned to face Frazer, the buck's heart flipped.

The bull's belly had a nice helping of fat above the muscle and the two pecs above still had the silver bar nipple rings. He kept the whistle on from practice and their private workout and the bright silver dangled between the valley of his broad chest. Down Frazer's eyes went until they were over the still flaccid cock but there was an edition; a silver cock ring that matched the same metal as the nipple rings and whistle. It brought the bull's cock up and out which only helped highlight his size. He was even more intimidating with the accessory and Frazer did not realize he was drooling until escaped saliva from his makeshift gag dribbled onto his chest and rolled down his own abs.

"Sorry for making you wait so long, boy but daddy bull had to get some ready for play..."

Septimus walked forward and placed two items onto the coffee table in front of the table. One item was a banana yellow bottle with the words "Timber's Massage Oil" with the manufacturing label just below. It had a picture of a peeled banana opened up and lathered with some amber substance. The other item was a standard fleshlight. It was shaped like a butt with a hole in the middle that looked tight and inviting. Frazer was at attention and when Septimus' eyes moved to the deer, he smiled.

"Still want to look at polaroids, puppy? We can end this all right now and you can jerk your cock to all the still images of me you want...."

Frazer groaned, shaking his head.

"No, that isn't what you want...is it boy?"

Septimus reached towards the table and grabbed the massage oil. His hand gripped the bottle possessively and held it up so the deer could see what was doing. He popped open the cap and applied a liberal amount to his hand before moving it around.

"You want daddy to take care of you, huh? Make you cum nice and hard, right?"

Frazer nodded, not touching his cock to end it all. He wanted to obey. He had to be good.

"That's a good boy."

Septimus reached forward and gripped Frazer's thick cock in his right hand and Frazer moaned through the jock. He thrusted into Septimus' palm and the bull's hand raised along with it to give an incomplete stroke. No matter how much Frazer thrusted, the bull was only lightly touching the throbbing, aching member. Septimus could feel Frazer's heartbeat through the shaft and chuckled.

"Let daddy take care of you and I promise you'll nut so hard..."

Frazer moaned and cried out into the gag as the massage oil was rubbed into his member. Septimus' hand moved gracefully across the shaft now as Septimus teased the buck. Even with the bull's rough hands, he was a natural at keeping Frazer on edge. The rugby player turned desperate slut was completely at Septimus' mercy. The room started to spin as Septimus started to stroke faster and faster but not gripping with enough strength. The deer wished he was in rut so he could cum. He would have finished so many times if he was and all the edging would have been for nothing but that wasn't the case here.

And right when things were starting to heat up, Septimus pulled away and Frazer cried out in agony. Septimus' right hand shot forward and removed the gag from Frazer's mouth. The deer's chest heaved as he squirmed, balling his hands into fists to prevent him from touching himself.

"P-please sir....do anything to me and let me cum, please!" Frazer begged.

Septimus' cool stare returned. "You will do what I need first and I'll let you cum so much that you won't even remember edging."

The bull leaned forward and kissed Frazer on the lips. It was slow and sensual. Septimus was feeling him out. He let the buck go at his own pace which was surprisingly sweet. Their laps smacked together and their soft tongues invaded each other's muzzles. Septimus pushed in first, his more broad appendage easily taking over the space in the buck's mouth like it belonged there. The taste was as strong as the rest of him and Septimus savored the sweat that came from Frazer's jockstrap. When Septimus pulled his tongue away, Frazer pushed in and Septimus gave a pleased rumble. It was like a perverted see-saw as their tongues moved back and forth. Drool escaped their muzzles and droplets fell down onto the couch and got lost between their naked bodies.

Frazer sucked on Septimus' tongue once again, the action dirty and humiliating to anyone else but not Frazer who was happily moaning into Septimus' mouth. They kissed for what felt like forever and melted into one another. The action of their lips pushing against each other was like any other instinct and came easy and natural. Septimus even climbed up on the couch, making sure to get the appropriate angle.

When Septimus pulled away, he left Frazer panting, his hard cock rubbing up against his still flaccid dick. Septimus leaned back and reached for his fleshlight and was now armed with massage oil in one hand and a toy in the other. The fleshlight was already unscrewed and lube applied to the inside. It was primed for use.

Septimus grabbed Frazer's wrist and turned his hand upward. His palm was already out and open and Septimus squirted a large amount of the massage oil onto Frazer's hand.

"Rub your hands together, boy."

Even though he was being straddled by the huge bull and his cock was so close to Septimus' massive rump that he could grind against it if he wanted to, he decided following orders and being a good boy was probably best. Frazer rubbed his hands together and smeared it around.

"Good boy. Now..."

Septimus took his right arm and put it behind his back to show off the pit underneath. The fur was sweaty and matted and Frazer gulped. Septimus leaned his weight forward and braced himself on the back of the couch which forced Frazer's head right into his pit. The only evidence that Frazer's head was in there was the two antlers that jetted from either side of the Septimus' arm. They looked like two parallel roads that guided his arm right where it needed to be.

"Lick and rub in that oil everywhere you can touch."

The command was simple. Frazer started to worship Septimus' pits in earnest and the bull moo'd appreciatively. Frazer's hand explored. Frazer started from the bull's neck and worked his way down. The sinew and muscle flexed and moved as he got to the shoulder and the buck could feel the work put into each muscle. The bones underneath the bull's shoulder were hard and could barely be felt underneath the thick muscle. Frazer moved across the bull's arms and huffed and licked the pit in front of him. He never thought of himself as such a musk hound but Septimus was not overwhelming. It was a clean musk and not an odor that was unpleasant. Frazer felt like he was being marked and the fact that he was forced into it was hot.

Frazer's hands moved towards Septimus' tree trunks of arms and Septimus looked pleased when Frazer got there. He flexed his arms, having the player feel across the muscles there.

"Someday, you might be as big as me..." Septimus cooed and gave another moan as Frazer's nimble tongue licked across his pit. "Mmm, you have been such a good boy."

He pulled away and Frazer was about to protest when Septimus put his other pit right into the buck's face. "Breath it in, boy."

Frazer was in heaven, rubbing across Septimus' arms and taking his time. The oil was working its magic and gave Septimus a nice shine on his coat while simultaneously bringing out his muscles. Frazer moved his hands back inward to Septimus' core to feel across his thick pecs. The bull did not raise his voice when Frazer's hands moved across the bull's nipples and into the valley between. They were hard and unyielding and Septimus even bounced them for the buck's enjoyment.

"I think you deserve a reward," Septimus said and brought the fleshlight around. Frazer opened his mouth in surprise but that only allowed more of Septimus' musk to enter his nose and mouth. His eyes rolled back as Septimus' slowly and carefully lined the fleshlight up.

"I bet you have been waiting for this for a while." Septimus grunted and with one push, Frazer's cock was sucked into the warm depths of the silicon. The massage oil allowed it to pass through the ring easily and Frazer's groan vibrated through Septimus' left arm.

"Don't stop rubbing or licking or I won't move my hand, boy."

Frazer licked and rubbed with increased gusto. His hands moved down to Septimus' belly and rubbed across it and was rewarded with the fleshlight's descent down onto his cock. The move was painfully slow and Septimus did not move any further no matter how much Frazer licked.

"Keep licking and I'll keep going."

Frazer whimpered into the pit. He needed to please. He had too. The fleshlight felt too good to ignore and...

Up the fleshlight went and right up off his cock and Septimus pulled away to once again leave a panting and now sweat covered Frazer. His muzzle smelled of the bull. He had everything that masculinity represented all over his face and Frazer did not have any energy to protest. He needed to do whatever he could to please his new master.

"Why did you s-stop, sir?" Frazer complained. "It felt so good..."

"You oiled my whole top half and now it's time for you to get everywhere else..."

Frazer blinked. He did not realized how low he had gone but in his frenzy of feeling the fleshlight around his cock, he did not even process the fact that he kneaded Septimus' huge balls and cock somewhere when the bull was stroking him with the toy. He remembered feeling across Septimus' belly but...

Septimus stepped forward and grabbed Frazer's shoulders before putting his cock right against Frazer's cheek. "Suck me off, boy."

Frazer blushed, opening his mouth immediately and bringing Septimus' semi-hard cock into his mouth and taking him straight to the base. He still gagged, the girth of the cock hitting his gag reflex and making him back off for a moment. Septimus had a flash of concern and rubbed Frazer's head.

"Go slow and take what you can."

Septimus brought Frazer's hands around to his lower back and continued, "Rub in the oil to my back and when you get to my legs, make sure to lick my balls next."

The buck shivered.

"Yes sir."

Septimus grinned as Frazer's warm and wet mouth wrapped around his cock. He was starting to get hard now, the buck pulling a reaction out of him and making the bull's cock begin to engorge. Frazer could feel it growing in his mouth, each bob of his velvety mouth adding a mixture of saliva to the oil that was there. The cock grew and grew in Frazer's mouth and the buck's hand explored the bull's back before moving down to his two muscular globes. He did not dare spread Septimus' ass to get to his hole. He just rubbed around it and along the bull's taint to his huge balls. He continued to suck on Septimus' cock and his hands lingered on the area where Septimus' huge ass met his quads so he could suck on the bull's now hard cock. Frazer could taste pre beginning to form at the tip already and running into his mouth. The musk was unreal and the mix of salt and beast.

"You'll have to move down to my legs eventually, boy," Septimus barked as he started to lightly thrust into Frazer's mouth. The rugby player had no problems with gagging now that he was used to the thick cock plunging into his throat again and again. Frazer could feel Septimus' hot and saliva coated balls slapping audibly into his chin and the buck did not want Septimus to ever stop. With each push of Septimus' hips, Frazer's cock throbbed and dripped onto the floor and Septimus took note.

"Tsk tsk. Can't have your dick messing up my floor," the coach growled and pulled out of Frazer's mouth and used the fleshlight in his left hand to push it right into Frazer's crotch. The buck moaned and shook as the familiar walls of the toy closed around his shaft.

Septimus used his right foot to hold the toy in place. "If you thrust..."

"No sir, I won't! I won't!" Frazer interrupted.

"Such a good boy. Time to open up again."

Whatever dom part Frazer had was fizzled away. The buck practically lunged forward to get between Septimus' hulking thighs and nuzzled against Septimus' large orbs. The bull brought his thighs around Frazer's muzzle and plopped his cock right on top of his player's head. He kept his foot right up against the end of the fleshlight and made sure there was not enough room for the buck to thrust as a failsafe.

"Keep rubbing my legs," Septimus commanded and was pleased when two hands explored around his legs. He flexed for Frazer and made sure the deer could feel every bump and curve of his calves and quads. With each huff that Frazer took, the deer rubbed around. Soon, Septimus' whole lower body was coated in oil. From his balls and butt to his legs and ankles, the bull was fully oiled up with a very obedient player between his legs. There was nothing more pleasing than having someone whose pleasure was completely dependent on him.

Septimus stepped back and his body dwarfed over Frazer. His massive cock bobbed between his legs, pre-running down the shaft and over the balls. Septimus crossed his arms and looked over Frazer, staying silent for only a moment. He wanted to see the buck hang on his every word. Septimus leaned down and snagged the fleshlight off of Frazer's cock and a mixture of oil, lube, and pre-dripped onto the floor.

"Get on the couch on your knees, boy."

"Yes sir."

Frazer got up onto the couch, his knees on the cold material and his ass sticking out. Septimus sighed, bringing a finger to the bridge of Frazer's rump and slowly moving it towards his hole.

His finger slipped right into the buck who gave a groan as the thick digit spread his ring and filled his entrance. "O-oh fuck, sir."

Frazer's cock throbbed and dripped onto the couch and Septimus frowned.

"None of that on my couch."

The fleshlight went right back over Frazer's cock and the buck shook. His arms wobbled as Septimus held the fleshlight right at the base of his cock. Septimus added another finger and spread Frazer more.

In and out Septimus' thick fingers plunged and retracted. Frazer's hole was worked open and each push in, a hot fire would shoot through the deer. The buck barely bottomed but each push made his back arch and his hands dig into the leather.

"Holy f-fuck...."

Septimus thrusted in his fingers roughly and grabbed Frazer's right antler to pull back his head. The buck yelped out, his ass spasming around Septimus' digits. Frazer's mouth was open, his tongue rolled out of his muzzle.

Frazer realized his mistake quickly.

"I-I'm sorry....sir."

"If you want to yell like that, you'll yell about me."

"Yes sir..."

"Open your mouth."

Frazer opened his muzzle again and Septimus grabbed the bottom of Frazer's chin and let a glob of spit fall right into his mouth. The movement was humiliating. He never felt so dirty in his life. At the same point, Frazer swallowed the glob. There was nothing as hot as the situation. To be totally controlled and dominated set him on fire more than any rut he had ever been. He needed Septimus. He had to have the bull.

"You are such a cute doe. I want you over at my place every day after practice..."

"Every day, sir?"

Septimus pulled out his fingers and grabbed Frazer's right shoulder. He lined up his cock with Frazer's tight hole. There was hardly any resistance from Frazer. He was so relaxed that Septimus slipped right in. The massive cock spread him wider than anything he had every felt and the bull rolled his hips until they were pressed flush against Frazer's thick ass.

The buck gasped, the bull's massive dick rubbing right up against his prostate and making him leak into the fleshlight. Septimus' cold cock ring was a nice contrast to the bull's hot, oil slick body and the hot puffs of air on his neck. Septimus' round and full balls were pressed right up against Frazer's own and the bull's saliva coated balls were almost comforting. It wasn't that Frazer wasn't struggling to take the cock. Septimus had a log between his legs and the bull was experienced enough as a dom to stop and let the buck adjust.

"Every day, stud. I want you bent over anywhere I please. I want you to cry out for my cock every night and I'll breed you exactly how I'm going to do to you right now..."

Frazer cried out as Septimus slowly started to pull out. The fullness that filled him up was removed for only a second. The bull flexed his hips and pushed back in. There was a loud slap of hips on ass and anyone nearby would have been able to tell what was going on by the one thrust alone.

"Oh f-fuck me, sir. Please breed my hole..."

"Shhhhh...I'll breed you when I think you deserve it."

Septimus reached between Frazer's legs and grabbed the fleshlight. Finally, the bull started to move the silicon. It glided across his cock with ease and Septimus started to pull out. Again, Frazer moaned and again Septimus thrusted back in. The fleshlight moved rhythmically across Frazer's cock. The silicon squeezed it and milked it for everything it had. Septimus wrapped his right hand around the inside of Frazer's hips and used his left to move the fleshlight, gripping the ends of the deer's hips and pulling the buck's thick ass into each thrust. Loud plaps started to echo throughout the house and living room. The couch that Septimus and his son had watched TV only just yesterday getting desecrated with oil, sweat, and pre.

The smell was like a locker room. Panting, musk, and moaning added to the ambience of the living room and mixed into a perverted symphony of sounds and smells. There was no part of Frazer's insides that was untouched by Septimus' cock. He was spread on Septimus' cock and almost sent him into a hypnosis of sorts.

"Jerk yourself off," Septimus grunted as he moved his hand away from the fleshlight. "Make sure to fill that fleshlight..."

Septimus started to speed up his thrusts and his hips crashed into the buck hard enough to make the couch creek. Both hoped that the springs would hold. There was no hesitation. Frazer grabbed the fleshlight and started to fuck the fleshlight hard and fast. Their thrusts, once synchronized in movement, were now erratic and all over. The buck's eyes rolled upward and he brought his free hand around to clutch at Septimus' flexing ass.

"Oh fuck me, sir. Fuck my ass hard and breed me full!"

Septimus moved his hands up to the buck's antlers and grabbed them. He pulled and Frazer's head pointed upward. Frazer would feel everything in the morning but for now, he wanted nothing more than to be Septimus' breeding post.

"Hell yeah, stud. Fill up that toy. Cum for your bull. Cum for daddy."

A hot, electric shock of pleasure rolled through Frazer's veins. His whole body flexed and his ass squeezed around Septimus' cock. He barely had time to scream before his cock flexed and throbbed and soon the fleshlight was filled to the brim with virile deer cum. If the fleshlight was a womb, it would be sufficiently filled. Shot after shot of warm, hot seed filled the toy and spilled out the end. The squelching was an indicator of how much cum filled the toy. Septimus moo'd out as Frazer squeezed around his cock. He thrusted deep into his boy, spreading his hole as wide as it could and making sure he was buried into the root.

Septimus flexed as he unloaded into his lover. The amount of cum was insane. To call it a flood would be an understatement. Frazer was filled at the first shot and cum was displaced out from his member. The splatter of cum against Septimus' pelvis and down his balls made an audible sound that was equivalent to squeezing the life out of a bottle filled with liquid. Their orgasm was almost simultaneous. When Frazer finished, Septimus was still going and his long pants from his high turned into a satisfied rumble.

The two stood silently for a moment. The only sound was the ceiling fan above their heads rotating around. Frazer rolled his hips back, cum rolling down his ass and balls before falling down onto the floor in puddles. He placed his head against the couch and laughed.

"Oh my god, sir..."

Septimus chuckled and lean forward, his chest brushing up against Frazer's back. "You don't have to call me that now..."

There was a gentle kiss shared between them. Sweet and loving. It was unlike anything that had happened before. Frazer leaned up, keeping the fleshlight flush to his crotch.

"I think that might be the most I have ever cum....sir."

Septimus raised an eyebrow but did not call Frazer out on the use of the word.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep..."

Frazer could still taste Septimus' musk on his tongue. It was such a raw and primal fucking that he swore it scrambled his brain.

"So, you mentioned I could do this every day after practice?"

Septimus blinked and stopped rubbing Frazer's chest. "Yeah. If you are free, I would love to do this again. I will even make you dinner again."

"My knight in shining armor..."

Septimus slowly started to pull out his cock from Frazer's hole. The buck didn't grimace. Septimus did a fantastic job stretching him out and preparing him for the rough breeding. He could probably go a couple of rounds...

"Better clench, stud."

Frazer did as he was told when Septimus pulled out, the rest of cum staying inside but a small dribble ran down his balls. Frazer flicked his tail.

"That was an incredible amount of cum."

"Well, I'm still not done."

Frazer's eyes went as wide as dinner plates. "I'm....I'm sorry?"

Septimus smirked. "I said, I'm still not done, boy."

Frazer winced as the fleshlight that he filled up earlier pulled off his somewhat sensitive cock and the bull held the end of the fleshlight up to his mouth. The sweet and sensitive bull was gone...again.

Cum started to pour out the end and right into Septimus' open mouth.

Frazer had an idea of what was planned and got up off the couch. The two wrapped arms around one another and Septimus went in for another kiss. The load from before was shared between them and Frazer tasted himself on Septimus' lips. It was hot, raw, and dirty; exactly like what had happened moments before.

When Septimus broke away, he licked his lips. "I"m from a breeding lineage. It's going to take at least three more loads before this goes down, boy. So...got a favorite position?"

Frazer smirked.

"Whatever position you like....sir."