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Saluting the Swim Captain

By Draconicon

Walter threw himself out of the pool with all the force that his rudder and webbed feet could manage, clearing the edge and stutter-stepping to a halt as the otter worked to cancel out his momentum. The move almost sent him right into the hot tub a few steps away, but a helpful hand kept him from going the rest of the way. Sighing in relief, he turned, smiling up at the orca behind him.

"Thanks, captain."

"No problem."

Pulling his rudder back when he was sure he wasn't going to fall over, the otter pressed the fur back down where it had been mussed up. It wasn't too bad, but anything out of place during a lap could mess with his time, and he'd learned a long time ago that it was better not to trust his webbed hands and feet to keep him out of trouble. They were an advantage, but they didn't make him the best.

He walked back up to the edge of the pool, looking over the lanes that the college had set up in the campus gym. They were perfect for training, reaching a full fifty meters long. He started to get into position, only for a big, black and white hand to settle on his shoulder, gently pulling him back.

"Walter...really?"

"What this time?"

"You're going to stand like that? Seriously, you're giving yourself all sorts of drag."

"Ex-cuse me?"

The otter turned, his hands on his hips as he looked up at the captain. Just like him, Damien was in nothing but a speedo, the orca looking down at him with a sparkle of amusement in his eyes. Big arms tensed, bouncing as the swim captain laughed, but the otter held his ground.

"Just because you won the whole swim tournament last year doesn't mean you know everything, big guy. I'm an otter. We're built for this. No drag anywhere, except when you ruffle up my fur."

"You think so?"

"Less drag than your muscle-bound ass, with that big fluke of a tail."

"Alright. Then show me."

"No, no, no. I want to prove something to you. You - okay, let's make a bet."

Walter grinned. This was his chance to show up the orca. He'd been working hard all year, and he wasn't going to let this go. Not when he had his pride on the line, and not when there was a chance to really show up the champion. He pointed to the pool.

"Four laps, time trial for the both of us. Whoever wins, uh...um..."

Oh, don't look so smug, you big fish, Walter thought as the orca started smirking.

"Whoever wins can make the other do what they like tonight?"

"Yeah!" Walter nodded. "I'll be sending you out for some sushi, and making you pay for it. See how you like that."

"Heh, whatever you say. You ready?"

Walter nodded, kneeling down in position at the edge of the pool. He heard the soft tock-tock sound of the orca stepping off to the side, flip-flops slapping around and echoing in the big pool room. He ignored it, his body tensing up as he waited for the -

"GO!"

And off he went, the otter leaping from the edge of the pool into the water. It wrapped around him immediately, his own instincts pushing him to wriggle forward, his tail swaying like a rudder and a propeller at the same time as he pushed forward through the water. He was like a torpedo, shooting towards the other end of the pool at top speed, without the slightest impediment.

He rolled as he reached the far side, kicking off, feeling the pressure of the water on the webbing between his toes and fingers, gripping it and climbing through the water as much as he was swimming through it. Walter was already grinning, feeling like he was beating his own best time already.

Three more laps, with the last half taking all of his energy as he came up for air. He rested on the edge of the pool, staring between the orca's sandal-shod feet for a moment before glancing up, gasping for breath.

"So...how...how'd I do?"

"Two minutes, twenty-two seconds."

"WOO!"

Hehehe, take that, Damien. You're not beating that one, he thought, remembering how the orca's own time the year before had been a few seconds slower than that. The otter panted as he pulled himself towards the side of the pool, shaking as he dragged himself up and out of the water. It felt like gravity had been turned back on, trying to drag him off of the ladder.

No sooner had he climbed out, though, than the stopwatch was thrown right into his hands, and the orca started stretching. He blinked.

"You're not serious."

"Oh, I am. Don't worry, you did good...but I think I can beat that."

"But...but I beat your record."

"Last year's record."

The swim captain kicked off his flip flops, white soles pointed back as the black toes dug into the ground. He looked over, gesturing for Walter to tell him to go. The otter stared, slowly shaking his head.

This is bullshit. No way. He's not going to beat me. He's not. This is...this is just him saving face.

"Go!"

He clicked the button just as he spoke, but the orca was already gone, shooting through the water like a bigger version of him. Walter stared, having expected the orca's tail to be a drag, or for those muscles and the bigger body to slow the big guy down, but Damien was cruising along without the slightest difficulty.

How...how's that possible? I'm built for this, he's not! I'm the speedy one...

Or he had been. The orca reached the far side and kicked off again, coming back with the speed and chugging momentum of a train at its full speed. He shook his head, watching the churning water around the orca, hardly believing what he was seeing.

Back and forth, back and forth, until Damien reached the end of his fourth lap. Walter almost forgot to hit the button as the orca swam over to him, huffing, but not puffing and grunting the way that he had been when he'd finished his own laps.

"Final time?"

"Uh...I..."

He looked down, staring at the clock. It had come up as one minute and fifty-nine seconds, almost a full thirty seconds shorter than the year before. That...that seemed utterly impossible, and he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Damien had to take the stopwatch from him, turning it around and reading the front before the orca chuckled.

"Sounds like I win."

"How did you do that?"

"Same way that I was trying to help you, runt. There's posture to start, and a good way to move in the water. You're fast, but you're scrabbling too much."

He'd lost. There was no getting around it, he'd lost. He groaned as the orca patted him on the shoulder, not wanting to look up at the captain and be reminded how much smaller he was as well as slower, not wanting to have to look over a foot up to stare into the face of the doubtlessly smirking man.

"I'll meet you in the sauna in a few minutes. Take a lap or two, try out an experiment. See if you get what I mean. Then come and see me. We have a looooot to talk about."

The otter had a feeling that he wasn't going to be going out for sushi tonight. For all that Damien was a calm guy, always willing to help, he knew the other stories from the swim team. The orca was rumored to come here at night, with other students, and...

Well, he knew that they went through the wringer with the big guy. He could only imagine what would happen since he was stuck by his own damn bet.

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The steam of the sauna room leaked out from under the door, but Walter knew from experience that the room was still really hot on the inside. He doubted that it would be bothered by the little bit of escaped vapors. The otter was more concerned about who was waiting for him on the other side.

He took a deep breath, one hand clutching his towel and the other resting on the doorknob. The tiles under his bare feet were cold further from the door, warmer near it, and the chill ran up his legs and right into his brain. What was waiting? What was Damien going to want from him?

Well, time to find out.

Opening the door, he found himself face to face with the swim captain. Not wrapped in his towel, but sitting on it, the orca's humanoid cock sticking out at half-mast, the uncut head pointing towards the side, and his balls dangling down. He sat with one foot on the ground and the other lifted up, the white underside already dripping with something. Could have been water, could have been sweat, it was hard to tell from where he stood.

As the orca curled his finger in a summoning gesture, the otter shut the door with burning cheeks, grumbling under his breath at his own stupidity for making this damn bet. He walked over, putting himself in front of the orca and looking down at him for once in his life.

"Okay, so what the hell do you want?"

"You know, you've always been pretty darn disrespectful. I know that you want to be the best, but you think that you're going to get that way by shooting me down all the time? By turning down all the advice?"

"Just because you're hot stuff now doesn't mean that you're going to be that way forever."

"At least I've already been hot stuff, unlike you."

He blushed, shaking his head as the orca's tail came around. It pushed at the back of his legs hard enough to nudge him to his knees, leaving him staring up at Damien again, and unfortunately at face-level for both that dick and the orca's foot. He looked from one to the other, and then back up at his swim captain.

"You need to learn a little respect, Walter. Sometimes, people have something for you to learn, and sometimes, you just need to take it on faith. Tonight, heh, you're just going to do what I say. Any questions?"

"...How fucked am I?"

"Not as fucked as you're going to be by the end of the night."

"I don't like the sound of that one bit."

"Well, it's not going to be bad."

"For me, or for you?"

"I think for both. I'm told that this is actually pretty fun for most people...and I think you'll start learning to like it."

The orca shifted back, and Walter's eyes were drawn over to the white-soled foot suddenly coming his way. It was huge, at least sixteen inches from heel to toe, matching the large orca it was attached to, but the sole was soft as it pressed against his face, the flesh giving and bending and denting slightly against his cheekbones.

Walter groaned, smelling a potent odor of sweat and musk coming off of the foot, guessing what liquid had just been ground into his cheek. The otter tried to turn his head away, but the other foot came up, trapping his face against it. Either he would have to smell one or the other, and he picked the one that had been wiped dry on his face already.

As his nose was ground into the arch, all he could smell was the heavy, powerful scent of foot musk, slightly hot and salty, and tinged with the more brutal smell of smeared sweat. It left him gagging, at first, but the smell was so strong that it made it hard to think about anything but the smell itself. It settled in his head, making a surface for the orca's words to settle on.

"That's it, Walter. Give it a couple of good whiffs. Still got some of that pool smell on it, but the sauna's worked most of that off. Smell that musk, now, that foot smell?"

He groaned, unable to do anything but nod that he did.

"Good. I'm going to work that smell right into your fur until you can't forget what you had to do tonight. You're going to go home smelling like the bottom of your captain's feet tonight. I'm going to leave such a mark on you that you won't be able to forget that you did this, that you lost, that you had to lick and suck on my feet for hours."

Hours?! He groaned, trying to shake his head, but those massive feet kept him in place, holding his nose down against the orca's sole, keeping him from dragging his nose anywhere but further along those white soles, taking in the smell, pulling it into his nose and making it stronger and more omnipresent than ever before.

"Don't fight it. You already made the bet, and you're not getting out of it. Tonight, you're going to spend the rest of your time here under my feet. You're going to learn that I am captain, and that you need to pay attention to me. You don't get to come out from under my feet until you earn it, until you're good enough to not need to listen to my advice anymore."

"You...son of a..."

"Don't talk. Just breathe. Take in the smell."

It was all he could do, pinned in place like that. One breath after another, the sweaty smell fading to be replaced by the thick scent of the orca's feet themselves. Warm, heavy, with that fake-clean smell of chlorine ground into the soles from all the time in the pool and that more heady warmth that came from flesh in general, the soles had a powerful smell all their own, something that he couldn't escape. Another breath, and another, each breath forcing it down in his head, imprinting itself on his mind.

All the while, Damien was grinning down at him. He could see over the edge of the orca's foot, could look up at the swim captain's face, and he was smiling. Damien reached down, ruffling his headfur a few times.

"You're starting to understand, aren't you?"

"Mmmph."

"You don't want to admit it, but you're starting to. You messed up. You thought you were the best, and you put out stakes that you couldn't live up to. You wanted to make me less than you, so you could be the best."

The feet pressed down on him, trapping him when he tried to shake his head. Walter wriggled, trying to pull back, but no. It was impossible, his head trapped, unable to get free no matter what he did. He groaned, whimpering, unable to get away from the omnipresent, mind-crushing musk and the powerful feet that emanated them.

"You aren't the best, but you can get better. I'm your captain, and I'll make you the best swimmer that I possibly can...but you will treat me with the respect that I'm due. Do you understand?"

Finally, the foot in his face slipped back a little bit, giving him the chance to get a breath of - comparatively - clear air. He gasped for it, sucking it down and panting for more. The feeling of the clear air rushing down his throat and into his lungs let him think again, and he whipped his head around. He glared...

And then he bowed his head.

He's right...I'm not the best, and that was just...stupid.

He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the feeling of that massive foot still pressing against the back of his head, trying to ignore that uncut cock still so close to his head - and throbbing harder than before - as he spoke.

"I...I understand."

"What do I deserve?"

"Respect."

"What am I?"

"My captain."

"Where do you belong?"

"..."

"Come on, where were you? What are you trying to work your way out from?"

"...You're kidding me."

The feet came down again, pressing on his head until he was pushed down on his back. This time, there was even less freedom as both feet pushed down on his face, the slippery, smooth orca soles grinding down on his cheeks and his nose, toes curling over his face, trapping his mouth shut so that he couldn't talk, making it so that he could only breathe the musk of the space between the toes as they curled over his nose.

"You belong underfoot until you prove that you're good enough to be on your own. This is where you belong. Under your captain's feet, until you can be better."

The otter shivered, trying not to think about those huge feet, how powerful they were, how they were grinding him down...how he was starting to understand and believe how right the orca was.

No, no, this is just humiliating...

But even thinking that, he felt...right, pinned down like this. He'd made an ass of himself, and he needed to pay the price for that. Damien was a fantastic swimmer, best one in the school, and had outdone him without even trying. If he was going to get better, he needed to listen...and if it meant he had to have it shoved into him like this, he needed to get that through his head.

Another breath of that musk flooded into his head, and he groaned, blushing slightly. It...didn't seem so bad, now. It was more like a warm musk rather than a foul odor, something different about it. It was...good.

How? Just because he accepted his place now? Just because he admitted that the orca was better than him?

He looked up through the spaces between the toes, and his eyes went wide. Damien's cock was rock hard, and the big orca was slowly stroking it, teasing it up and down a few times. The captain's foreskin slid up and down with his hand, exposing a black-headed cock beneath the white, slippery flesh. The orca chuckled.

"I have to admit, I'll enjoy keeping you here. Until you get better, Walter, you're going to be doing this every night. If you don't like it, consider it motivation to get better...and if you do like it, consider it a reward."

Not knowing which it was, the otter was helpless as those feet pulled him back to his knees. He stared up at the orca, and then down at the cock that was pushed in his face. A strong musk, the source obvious, filled his nose as the swim captain tapped his cock back and forth along the otter's face, along his lips.

"Open up. You suck me, and I'll give you a little something to distract yourself with."

"Mmph...yes...captain."

He opened his mouth slowly, and that cock slid along his tongue, leaving the salty taste of pre behind as it went. His cheeks burned heavily at the feeling of it invading his mouth, leaving him with the thick cock between his legs, the feeling of his jaw getting stretched as he was pushed down at the back of his head. The foreskin slid back, grinding a soaking-wet cockhead against his tongue, leaving the flavor of pre all over his mouth.

Then, those massive, sweaty feet slipped under his towel. He gasped as the toes bumped his balls, nudged them up, let them fall. He moaned as one foot stayed low, rubbing at his sack, while the other slid up, grinding at his cock and pushing it up against his towel. Unable to look down, he still felt it as his cock started getting hard.

Just because you haven't gotten any, he told himself. You don't...you don't like sucking cock and getting underfoot like this...

Walter blushed as he felt his cock throbbing harder than ever, quickly growing to slide between the orca's toes as he was pushed up and down. He didn't even know what to do, his mouth getting used essentially as a fuck-hole for the orca above him. All he did was make his mouth tight to thrust into, but it seemed to be enough as his tongue was slathered in pre and those feet worked him hard and fast beneath the towel.

He tried to focus more on that than the cock in his mouth, trying to focus on the toes pinching around the sides of his shaft as he was stroked, teased, rubbed with those slick, sweaty feet. His balls were bounced by the other foot, making him jump and jerk from time to time. The otter's tail twitched, slapping against the floor of the sauna in confusion as he got harder and harder, drippier and drippier.

"That's it. Just swallow, now...we're almost there..."

He swallowed, and almost gagged right afterwards. The orca's cock slipped into his throat, cutting off his air. It was all he could do not to bite down, but he wasn't sure if he could have on that thick shaft, anyway. He groaned, his jaw aching, his throat feeling swollen as he swallowed again and again as Damien rested his cock inside of it.

Through it all, the orca's feet had moved up, pressing against both sides of his cock, letting his smaller shaft rest and slide along the line between the stirrup and the arch of the swim captain's foot. His cockhead kept popping out of the space between the arches, and he gasped for breath through his nose as often as he could as his cock was milked, teased, almost ground on like some sort of stiff massage pole between those thick feet. He panted, his eyes closed tight as he was pulled down further and further.

I'm not...this isn't...I don't...

Those feet, that cock, that musk was making it impossible to think straight. The bet was forgotten, and just what he was became impossible to determine. All he knew was that the swim captain was going to help him, and he needed to show respect.

He felt his chin bump those balls, realized that he had taken that massive, uncut cock balls deep, and something in him cracked. Walter moaned, his cock twitching between the orca's feet, and Damien chuckled above him.

"Alright, Walt. Cum for me."

And he did. He sprayed his load all over those feet, feeling one come off of his cock and the other stroke him from the side. His cockhead was ground right into the ball of the orca's foot, making him spew his seed all over the toes, and his body trembled from head to toe as he was forced to keep shooting, his body wracked with pleasure and utter bliss from the strange foot-fucking sensation.

Just as he was finishing, Damien pulled him back, dragging his head off of the orca's cock. Walter gasped, his lungs finally getting the air they'd been denied, and his captain touched himself. Once. Just enough to pull his foreskin back as he blew.

Walter had never watched porn that showed this close a view of a cumming cock, nor had he ever thought how it would feel to be covered with cum. It splattered all over him, running down his muzzle and draping over his whiskers like a thick set of white strings. Shot after shot of it landed on him, spreading over his face, down his cheeks, even over his neck and between his ears.

Finally, Damien's splattering seed came to a halt, and the orca slowly stood up. Walter just knelt there, staring straight ahead down his cum-soaked muzzle, only stirring when he heard Damien chuckle.

"Hey, you gonna sit there like a cumsicle, or you gonna grab a shower?"

"...In a minute."

"Suit yourself, Walter."

The orca walked out, leaving him alone as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. He was soaked in cum. He'd soaked his swim captain's feet with cum. He was completely degraded, completely pushed down into a corner that he'd never even known was there. In less than an hour, he'd gone from a cocky member of the swim team to Damien's foot bitch.

And he was hard. Hard at what had just happened, and at the implications of it happening again, and probably more things that he hadn't figured out yet. He honestly didn't know what would happen next...but he would have to take it as it came. He wasn't quitting, and if Damien was going to make him a better swimmer, he'd take it.

I'm gonna need so much therapy for this, though, he thought as he slowly got to his feet, leaving the sauna behind for the showers.

The End