Hesitation
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"I don't know about all of this," Joey said, fingering the d-ring on the front of his collar as he turned to look at himself in the mirror. His voice came out a bit muffled through the leather, dog-shaped hood on his head.
It was all he was wearing.
Joey was an otter a little below average height, and had soft, grey fur. His black hair, normally kept short, was hidden beneath the black and blue leather of the dog hood he had on. There was just enough room for him to speak with the leather wrapped around his muzzle, and his small ears were similarly covered by leather.
"I think you look great. Turn around for me?" said a voice behind the otter.
Joey felt his cheeks heat up as he blushed, and was a bit thankful for the hood suddenly. He locked his paws in front of himself, covering his bits, as he turned around to face the jackal sitting on his bed.
Kenan was a few years older, a few inches taller, and had a bit more muscle on his frame than the slender otter. He grinned and looked up and down Joey's body. "See? Looks good. You'll make a better dog than you do an otter," he teased.
Joey huffed, his embarrassment replaced by indignation as he clenched his jaw under the hood. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" he asked, arms now akimbo as he faced the jackal full on.
The jackal stood up, stepping over to Joey and putting a paw between the leather ears of the hood. "Now now, pups don't speak, remember? They growl, yip, bark..." he said, rubbing his fingers along the leather as if scritching behind a dog's ears.
The otter deflated and his arms relaxed, hanging at his sides. "But... this is so weird," he said. "I mean... I'm not good at this whole... being controlled thing," he said, paws starting to fidget with each other.
Kenan laughed and brought both his paws to the otter's shoulders, squeezing gently. "You'll be fine. Just growl at people if they do something you don't like. Do what you see the other pups doing." The jackal squeezed and rubbed over the otter's shoulders, trailing down his sides and clawing gently.
"But..." Joey began, looking down at his paws and shrugging. "I'm just kind of nervous. I haven't done this kind of thing before," he said.
"You'll be fine. I'll be there with you. If things get too uncomfortable, just let me know and we can leave," he said. He stepped away from the otter and grabbed a few more items from the bed. "Next accessory!" he said, holding up a small piece of hard rubber and plastic.
Joey's eyes went wide but he did nothing to stop the jackal as one paw reached down and grabbed hold of his flaccid, uncut shaft. A bit of hard plastic was slipped over the head of his shaft and covered him down to the base. A ring was attached around the base and around his balls, and then a small metal lock was attached to keep it from sliding off.
"There! That's about all the clothes you'll need for tonight," the jackal said proudly, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
The otter looked down his chest at the chastity device and tested it with a paw, but found it impossible to remove. "W-why?" he asked, looking back to the canine.
"There'll be a lot of guys there. Groping and touching, maybe using you... but I want you nice and pent up when we leave," he said, grinning deviantly and folding his arms across his chest.
Kenan stepped forward again and attached the end of a leather leash to the otter's collar. He gave a gentle tug downwards and pointed at the floor. "Come on, pup, hands and knees."
Joey clutched at the leash with both paws and sighed, slowly lowering to one knee. "Can't we ta-"
Another firm tug pulled the otter down and Joey caught himself with his paws. "No talking," Kenan reminded him, starting toward the otter's bedroom door.
Joey let out a soft whine and followed along on his hands and knees, wondering what he'd gotten himself into.
Polished was an exclusive club downtown that had little in the way of rules, and plenty in the way of attraction. The only entrance was through their own parking garage, so Joey didn't have to worry about walking practically naked from the vehicle to the door. Kenan, for his part, was kind enough to let the otter walk on two legs so he wasn't on his knees on the concrete.
As soon as the doors to the club shut behind them, though, the otter felt the jackal's paw between his shoulder blades and was pushed down to all fours again. Joey felt a surge of embarrassment wash over him at first, but a quick glance around the club showed others in a similar state. Many others.
Tonight was pup night at the club, and there were dozens of other guys on all fours roaming around the club, play-fighting with each other, or getting the love and attention by the owners walking around. Some were in full rubber costumes, some had only a hood like what Joey was wearing, and others were in various states of exposure to the others. Most were off leash, but a few were sitting obediently next to their owner's legs.
Kenan tugged on the leash and pulled forward, guiding the otter-dog across the carpet towards the mass of others moving around. Music beat loudly in the club and the bar was in full swing as people ordered drinks in glasses, and some in bowls for their pets. Joey crawled along with his side pressed close to the jackal's leg, still apprehensive about the whole ordeal.
The two had been seeing each other for a few years, and had often explored new activities, fetishes, and other ideas, but this one was a bit more outside the otter's typical comfort zone than he was used to. His rudder tail dragged across the carpet between his legs and he could feel the lock on his chastity cage jingling against the rest of the device.
Other pups watched him as he entered, all types of different guys in their play-wear. Felines and canines were the most predominant, but there were an assortment of other species and Joey's cheeks heated up as he saw a horse being led by a much smaller wolf, his heavy, equine shaft slapping against his belly as he walked and made low woofing sounds.
If it weren't for the oddity of his situation, the otter was sure that his cock would be stiffening in his cage at the sight. Nerves and apprehension were at the forefront of his mind, though, and he knew he'd have to loosen up to enjoy the night. He was so caught up in his thoughts, too, that he nearly jumped out of his skin as something squeaked beneath one of his paws.
A bright yellow, rubber squeak toy was under him and he curiously picked it up in his paw before the jackal's paw smacked it down. "Pups can't hold onto things," he told him sternly.
Joey jumped at the sudden reaction from Kenan, and he let out a soft sigh through his nose, letting his head hang down. It was going to be a rough night.
Kenan chuckled and knelt down at his side, petting down his back like a dog. "It's alright, boy. You'll do fine. You won't be the only new one here," he said softly, reaching up and unclipping his leash. "We'll find you some nice playmates.
Joey looked up and was sorely tempted to say something when he felt a cold nose suddenly push up under his tail and sniff at him. The otter let out a genuine yelp and shuffled forward a few steps before whipping his head around to look at what had just assaulted him.
A doberman was on all fours behind him, much larger than himself, and his red, leather hood had been cut in a way to let his tongue loll out the front, and his nose peak through. At first glance, the otter thought the doberman's tail was wagging back and forth excitedly, (a strange sight since they didn't have tails), but he realized that it was actually of rubber and probably attached in a rather intimate way.
"Woof," the doberman said, lowering his shoulders a bit and sticking his butt up in the air, shaking it back and forth.
Joey blinked a few times in surprise, muzzle opening inside his closed hood, almost speaking, but he caught himself and the words died in his throat.
Kenan came to his rescue, sensing his hesitation. "Look boy!" he said, rubbing the otter's lower back. "A big friendly puppy was just trying to say hi to you," he said with a chuckle. "You don't have to be shy since it's your first time," he said, mostly for the doberman's benefit.
The dog got the hint and woofed again, rearing up on his knees and smacking his paws back against the carpet before walking forward and brushing his muzzle up against the otter's, making soft chuffing sounds of enjoyment.
Joey's face was on fire but he returned the playful nuzzles and squeaked out a pitiful woof in response. It was hard to tell with the hood covering most of the dobie's face, but the other "pup" appeared to be a bit younger than he was. He had some sort of leather mitts over his front paws to keep him from using his fingers, and a harness across his chest and back that was attached to a cockring fastened around his balls.
The dog reared back and put both his leather paws against the otter's side, giving a playful push. Joey played along and fell to his side, rolling onto his back as the bigger dog clambered atop him and leaned down to start lapping at the otter's leather muzzle through the front of his own.
The otter gasped out and put both of his paws up against the dog's toned chest and let out a soft whine as he closed his eyes. He couldn't feel the licks, but he could imagine that velvety tongue across the short fur on his muzzle. His body trembled and he suddenly felt an odd pressure against his shaft and realized that he was getting excited at the dog's attention. The device around his shaft was preventing him from getting hard, though, and his member swelled against the confines of the plastic and rubber.
Kenan laughed and rubbed the back of the dobie's neck. "Such a good pup. Do you like my boy? He's really friendly and loves all sorts of attention," he cooed, stroking down the dobie's back.
The dobie growled playfully and let out a low bark, his hips lowering to drag a heavy set of balls and bare sheath against the otter's tummy.
Someone nearby laughed and stepped up to the pups on the floor, shaking his head. "What'cha got there, Brutus? A cute little otter pup?" the older tiger said, resting a hand on his bare stomach, a finger hooked on his harness.
The dog barked again and wagged his "tail" back and forth, leaning down to lick and nuzzle at the otter's leather hood.
"Oh, is he yours?" the jackal said, standing up and folding his arms across his chest to watch the pair on the floor.
The tiger nodded and stuck a paw out. "Dave. This here's Brutus," he said, reaching down to pat the dobie between the ears.
"Kenan, and that's my boy, Joey," he said, shaking the tiger's paw. "I notice your pup isn't caged," he said, watching as Brutus lowered his hips to hump his bared sheath up along the otter's belly.
Joey was blushing furiously beneath the large dobie, his cock straining against his cage now. He could feel the eyes of the two owners on him, and a sideways glance alerted him to the many eyes of others watching their playful antics.
"Nah, I let my boy breed the other pups. He's got quite the balls on em and they never seem to be completely drained. I let the other pups take care of him cause he can be a lot to handle myself," the man said, chortling as he looked down at the dobie. "You find someone to help take care of ya, pup?"
The otter whimpered pitifully and his body quivered on the floor as the dog growled again and wiggled his hips suggestively atop the otters. Joey could feel those heavy balls resting atop his chastity cage and the thought of helping that dobie was growing more and more appealing by the second.
Kenan grinned and stooped down to pet over the otter's leather ears. "Ooh, you hear that boy? You get to help this nice pup out, what'cha think of that, hmm?"
Joey let out a gasp and his eyes closed as the tip of the dobie's cock, peeking free of his sheath, poked free and rubbed along his stomach, trailing pre through his short fur. His own ached and twitched in the prison, but there was no room for his cock to grow.
Brutus put his muzzle into the otter's neck, growling dominantly and woofing. His mitted-paws were on either side of the otter's head and the doberman's hips continued to rock to a fro, trailing pre in small streams on grey fur.
The otter knew exactly what the dog wanted and his heart raced feverishly as he considered the proposition. He could see another couple pups watching him nearby and heard a couple owners talking about the "stud dog atop that grey pup". Joey licked his lips, catching the inside of the leather hood and he took a deep breath before slowly rolling over.
Brutus barked happily and pushed his covered muzzle into the otter's neck, growling and snuffling about as that fake tail wagged energetically. The otter could feel those leather paws starting to tighten around his waist as the dog's hips bucked against his thigh and lower back. His eyes locked on the greedy eyes of a scaled creature bound up in rubber and a hood and he looked away shyly. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
His body was already in motion, and soon enough he was pushing himself to his hands and knees. Brutus wasted no time in wrapping his forearms around Joey's waist, pulling him firmly against his hips. The dobie pup thrust away like a feral dog, and his stiffening cock prodded up under the otter's tail, spurting watery pre up along between the otter's cheeks.
Joey gasped and had to brace his arms hard against the ground as the sudden weight of the muscular dog threatened to bowl him forward. He pushed his hips up, trying to angle his passage for the dog. One particularly erratic thrust jabbed him between the cheeks and teased at his hole, drawing a yip of astonishment from the otter.
Brutus' aim was golden from there. He hunched forward and his tapered shaft pressed firmly into the otter, lubed only by pre. The sharp intake of breath was the first non-canine noise he'd made, but it was quickly covered up by a heated groan as he pushed forward, sinking his shaft deeper into the otter.
Joey barked out in pain as the dog's cock spread him open. He'd bottomed earlier in the day for the jackal, but that was with lube and preparation, this was much rougher. Thankfully, the canine's shaft wasn't fully grown and the pain was fading fast. He could feel the short fur of the dog's bunched up sheath as every thrust pushed it back to expose more of that slick, pink cock.
Kenan reached down and stroked a paw over the otter's hood. "Ooh, such a good boy, aren't ya. Show all the other pups how it's done, hm?" he cooed.
The otter was panting heavily into the small space of his leather muzzle and he nodded, teeth clenched as whimpers and cries escaped his mouth. The dobie was picking up speed, and his length was swelling and pressing insistently against the otter's prostate. Joey's cock was as hard as the chastity device would allow and a line of pre dangled from the end of the prison onto the carpet below.
The dobie pup growled, paws scrabbling at the otter's side for a better purchase with those mitts on. His heavy pair of bound balls were slapping against the otter's smaller pair and Joey could hear the rhythmic clapping as the dog pounded away. Brutus' knot was popping in and out of his stretched passage and pre drooled down off the otter's balls.
"Your boy takes it well," the tiger told Kenan. He'd fished out his short, thick cock and was stroking himself openly as he watched the coupling pups.
Kenan was sitting on the floor, holding another pup's head in his lap for affectionate rubs and scritches while he watched his mate squirm beneath the dobie. "He might be new at being a good pup for me, but he's got resolve," he teased.
Joey's eyes were watering as he felt his balls drawing closer to his body. He wasn't certain if it was possible to orgasm with the device on him, but the tingly feeling at the base of his balls was worrisome. Kenan had put it on him to keep it from happening, but the dog on his back was thrusting away and hitting all the right spots.
Brutus's growls were punctuated by gasps and moans as his engorged knot began thumping at the otter's passage. He huffed and struggled to get it in with and with an audible slurp the thick bulb sank in, locking the pair together. The dobie's hips bucked and tugged back and forth as thick ropes of cum filled the otter's passage.
Dave grunted above the mating dogs and he stepped closer to the otter's face, cock in one paw, and ropes of pearly white cum splattered out against the black leather of the fox's hood, liberally coating the mask.
The otter's fingers dug at the carpet and a loud, slightly muffled bark came from his lips. Heads turned to watch as the tiger unloaded over his masked face. Joey's nose suddenly was filled with the scent of the tiger's seed and his cock pulsed beneath him. That with the thick piece of doberman firing under his tail he couldn't help but explode.
Cum splattered messily against the club's carpet, fired through the edges of the cock-cage. Joey's arms gave out and he slumped forward onto his shoulders, the doberman following him down, still humping away. Strands of cum hung from between the otter's thighs as the dobie's load filled him past the brim.
Brutus grunted and flopped atop the otter's back, his faux tail wagging around in lazy circles. His hips continued to twitch and lurch forward, tugging the otter's rear back and forth.
Joey carefully slumped forward so he was flat on the ground, grimacing as he felt the warm cum smear into the fur on his belly and crotch. The dobie's big knot was still throbbing inside him and his senses were still drenched in the tiger's scent.
Kenan patted the pup's head in his lap. "Up boy," he said, and the dog hopped up and bounded away to find someone else to give him attention. The jackal chuckled and reached down to pat the otter's shoulder. "Poor thing. You look worn out! We've only been here a little bit,"
"And we've been here far too long," Dave said, reaching down to smack the dobie's ass, earning a yelp from the pup. "Come on boy, tug free of'm," he said, clipping a leash onto the dobie's collar.
Joey's eyes went wide and he inhaled as the knot under his tail suddenly was yanked free of his hole, cum drooling down in a small river to the carpet beneath.
"It was nice meeting ya both," the tiger drawled, reaching down to smack the otter's ass as well. "Hope to see ya two next time," he said.
Kenan said goodbye and then nudged the otter with a foot. "Poor thing. We've still gotta get you introduced to the other pups. I'm sure they'll love your new scent, too," he teased. "And now that you've made quite the mess of your cage, I've gotta get you nice and bred a few more times to make sure you're worked up again."
Joey's head snapped up and he looked at the jackal piteously. His passage ached and he wasn't entirely certain he could take more if he wanted to. "N-no wait, Kenan,"
The jackal growled and leaned down, pressing his muzzle close to where he knew the otter's ears were trapped beneath the hood. "Good doggies don't talk, remember?"
Joey whimpered.