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College had so far been a disappointment. In his mind, Oliver knew he expected too much from the atmosphere. It's not there should have been a wide variety of guys to date, but there should have been at least a few gay guys on campus. It was a pretty liberal school after all, at least more open than his home state in Utah. So where were the gay guys? Where were the muscular dudes that were confident in their sexuality to deal with flirts from the self-proclaimed twink? Either they were still in the closet, or there just weren't many openly gay people as he hoped.

It shouldn't have been a big surprise to the otter. His folks back home still thought he was straight. A grand old god fearing bible thumper who would one day bring home a pretty little thing, probably another otter, and settle down to have kids. The whole image made him want to vomit. While the otter had no offense against that kind of life, and he figured he'd have to tackle it eventually if he wanted to stay in his family's good graces, he'd prayed that he'd get to actually explore his cravings when away from his family. Instead, the only thing he really got to explore was the internet's vast library of porn that he could watch freely whenever his roommate was missing.

While not healthy, it helped calm the itch. Pulling out his cock, bigger than average for otters, he scrolled through PornHub to find something suiting his tastes for today. He'd seen femme guy furs frotting each other, muscular guys wrestling for dominance, even a few chubby furs enjoying themselves. In particular, he enjoyed BDSM porn. Maybe it was his Christian upbringing, or maybe some part of him just felt the desire to be punished for his so-called 'wicked' sins. Either way, he clicked a link with a hypermasculine bull and a somewhat femme stag in latex, then leaned back and watched the scene unfold.

A concrete-floored dungeon filled the screen, looking more like an empty and abandoned boiler room. The kind of place he'd imagine being taken where he could scream to his heart's content. The stag stood in the middle of the room, ass impaled on a one bar prison with his arms behind him. Black latex covered his body, leaving only his crotch and mouth exposed, both of which were locked behind a big red rubber ball-gag, or a metal chastity cage. Oliver had never been in one, but the thought did turn him on. What could be hotter than having someone else claim your very erections? Oliver couldn't think of much else.

The click of heavy hooves echoed off the concrete walls. The stag's latex squeaked with each tender movement as the dominant game into vision. Just as muscular as the thumbnail suggested, wearing assless leather chaps and a vest that left little to the imagination. His cock still hunkered inside his sheath, but Oliver knew it'd come out soon.

"Yeah...that's right..." Oliver muttered, stroking his dick to erection, "You make that faggot suffer..."

His mind blotted out the cringy dialogue, focusing on the movements of power displayed. From the solid grip at the stag's chin, to the squeezing of his ass, and the degrading spit landing against his face. Oliver wished he was in that position, at the mercy of a dominant so cruel and humiliating. The otter bit his lower lip as the paddle struck against that latex covered ass, jacking to the smacks and the gagged moans that followed.

The scene changed with a fade. The gimpy stag was now on his knees, arms still bound behind him but mouth free of his gag. The bull master chuckled in the camera frame, his fat cock half-erect and swaying from his sheath, rubbing it against his slave's nose. Oliver breathed through his nose, imagining the heavy scent the dominant held. It had to have been like his own cock, only stronger. More virile and powerful. The kind of cock that demanded attention from all the submissive sluts in the world. The stag licked at it timidly, slow at the base all the way to the tip. How disgraceful, Oliver would have gone down without hesitation. Sure, he'd never had someone else's cock, not even a dildo, but he'd have the enthusiasm to make his master satisfied.

"T-that's how he worships you?" He scoffed, jacking harder with his full hand, "You'd be better off fucking his mouth." As though the bull heard him, he grabbed the stag by his antlers and forced his cock down his throat. Cruel laughter played with Oliver's heartstrings as the bull skullfucked his gimp, who only sputtered and gagged in response. Nothing but a fucktoy to the bull, just how the otter wanted it to be.

Oliver stopped as the bull pulled out, letting his pleasure die down while the dominant batted his hard cock against the stag's face. Cumming now would be too easy, but he wanted to see the finish. As hot as it was to imagine a big meaty cock slapping him like some piece of fuckmeat, the real ticket was watching the bull fill his stag's ass with it. The scene faded out again, returning with the stag suspended above the concrete floor. His ass exposed to the camera, and a rope knot tied tight in his maw.

The bull twirled a flogger freely through the air, practicing his movements and mocking his pathetic sub. He cracked it against the exposed bum, again and again until the red marks returned. The stag struggled with each strike, his momentum making the suspending ropes swing him gently until the muscular bull held him steady. "Here it comes..." Oliver grabbed his erect shaft again, pumping it as the bull braced his cock against the stag's backdoor. In his mind's eye, he put himself there. Hanging from the ceiling and unable to fight against the hot blooded cock bracing his butt. The otter hadn't stuck up more than a finger in his ass, never having the courage or privacy to get a dildo of his own.

The heavy grunts and groaning whimpers were music to his ears. The wide cock spread the gimpy stag out, every thrust shaking him so much that the bull held his legs to keep him from swinging. Oliver closed his eyes for a moment, putting himself in that stag's place and letting the alpha bull take his virgin ass. He wanted, no, needed that rough fuck.

With a shudder, he came before the video ended. Hitting the pause button, Oliver leaned back in his chair and sighed. He certainly didn't need to cum today. Frankly, it had become habitual at this rate. What was once a twice a week excursion had become a daily ritual ever since college started. He excused it as being around so many hunks but unable to get any of them to fuck him, each being uninterested or just obviously straight.

Cleaning off his mess, the otter opened another browser tab and searched online kinky hookup sites, only to stop after a few minutes browsing. He had fantasies of meeting people for anonymous sex, but actually doing it terrified him. He chuckled self-depreciatively, realizing that his flirty horndog act on campus was nothing more than that.

The doorknob to his dorm twisted. Oliver closed the web browser window, leaving open his school research sites as his roommate stepped in. "Hey." The bobcat nonchalantly said, missing the otter zipping his junk back up. Oliver answered with a nod, letting his roommate crash on the bed opposite of him. Neither really talked with each other, and the otter preferred that in a roommate. As much as he played the social flower outside his room, Oliver still needed time to adjust to that personality over his old socially inept self.

Plus flirting with your roommate could only go so wrong.

***

Taking a moment to marvel at his reflection, Oliver had to convince himself that his campus had only straight guys on it. With a lean build and a pert ass only strengthened by the swim team's deep blue speedo, he surely would have caught something with his flirts by now. Surely even the straight guys must have had some reaction to him. Maybe that was it, he was too femme looking for other gay men and straight men couldn't get over that he was a dude.

He shrugged, it wouldn't stop him from flirting. It made great practice after all.

Being early for his swim practice, Oliver took the liberty of walking around the carpeted floors of the gym lobby. Trouncing around in nothing but his speedo, he felt a certain liberation. No buttoned down shirts or ugly sweaters to restrain him, or itchy pants that looked 'appropriate' for church. If he could, he'd strut around the building in nothing but his fur like his ancestors. He'd get some stares then, lovely stares.

Few others came this early. Faculty that had to open the building, professors that held early morning classes and thus arrived an hour early, and one particular zebra who was stretching up at the track. With a cocky little smile, Oliver watched the athlete carefully as he walked up from behind, admiring the well toned runner's ass and the tail that swung from side to side.

"Mornin, Theo," He said in a breathy tone, waiting for the blushing shivers to ripple through the boy's body. Theo was his favorite little flirt victim. A tall and handsome guy whose body became the punchline to an old joke whenever they talked. Best of all, Oliver could tell the zebra thought about whatever his devious little mouth spewed. Unlike most guys, who turned it away after a few seconds because they publicly admitted to not swinging that way, Theo stared at him long and hard.

Biting his lip, Oliver imagined that Theo's cock fit that description perfectly.

The zebra didn't blush. He didn't shiver or tremble, nor did he stutter. Instead, a smile etched across his lips as he stood tall, shining with such confidence that the otter felt his own knees shaking. "Morning, Oliver," Theo said, stretching out his arms. For a second, Oliver imagined those very arms embracing him, strong arms that Theo didn't get from track and field alone. "How are you this morning?"

The otter blinked. "Fine...fine..." Chuckling nervously, he held his hands behind him to squeeze the anxiety building in him, "Just doing the usual morning routine. Checking the rounds and-"

"Flirting."

"Flirting? No..." Oliver's throat burned at the lie. Something was wrong. Theo seemed different. More...commanding and...well the otter couldn't find the words to describe the dominant presence. He had trouble thinking up any words in Theo's shadow, his silver tongue corroding at the very idea of talking back.

The zebra smiled and finished his stretching. In a panic, Oliver started his own stretches, exposing the lining of his cock and balls through the mound in his speedo with each pose. "S-so," He muttered carefully, "You seem to be doing well. Ace a test?"

"Gained a clear conscience," Theo said, stepping closer to the shivering otter and overshadowing his form, "I believe there was something you wanted to ask me this morning?"

"Oh? And w-why's that?"

"Cause you ask it every morning," Theo grinned, hands in his pockets. Oliver made the mistake of letting his eyes trail down to the zebra's short track shorts. He felt his face burn bright at the outline of Theo's flaccid cock coming out of his sheath. "So go ahead, ask away."

He looked up, blinking. This couldn't actually be happening, could it? Stopping his stretch, the otter straightened up and forced the nerve to ask the same question he did each time they met. Throat tight, muscles tense, the words struggled out his mouth, "W-would you like to g-go on a...date?"

"I'd love to."

Those three words had Oliver's heart leaping from his chest. He tried to stand still, to stay calm and not melt at the taller athlete's hooves. "G-Great," the otter said, poking his fingers together, "So...I'll admit I never thought you'd say yes. Curious as to why-"

"Like I said, epiphany. Maybe you'll learn about it on our date. So, where to?"

"That...is an excellent question," Oliver said, never expecting to actually get this far. "Maybe a movie? I think there's a good few in theaters right-"

"Dinner and a walk," Theo said, though it felt more like a soft command than anything. "Movies are terrible first dates. There's never time to really interact with each other."

"Right you are!" Oliver said, immediately wanting to strangle himself at how upbeat he sounded. "So...when should we..."

"Tonight at 7, I'll pick you up on the front steps of the gym." Theo turned away from him, crouching onto the track floor in a sprinter's start, "Try not to drown at swim practice today. I'd hate to have to reschedule."

And like that, Theo was off. That strong and firm ass running down the track while Oliver watched in amazement, still stunned over what happened. Looking down, he noticed an erection popping against his speedo and wondered how much of that Theo had seen.

"It's a date," He said. The realization put a spring in his step as he made his way back to the pull. As soon as he was out of sight, he pumped both arms in the air and silently screamed in victory.

He finally had a date.