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A Court of Otters

For Lazrin

By Draconicon

The otters were a playful enough people that they didn't have a lot of rules. They wanted people to have fun, to enjoy one another, and to generally ensure that life was fun enough that everyone wanted to keep living it. That said, there were some rules that were required to keep people from going off the rails, and Omo had broken one of the bigger ones.

He was in jail at that moment for having been a bit too...persistent in his efforts to woo some of the females, and for offending them with his stalking behavior. He hadn't meant to go that far off the beam, but when it came to the ladies, his brain didn't always work so well. He always wanted to get them interested in him, and...

Yeah, he'd been a dick. He admitted that. But that didn't mean that he was getting out of getting punished.

Omo leaned back against the back wall of the prison cell, the rough stone bricks grinding against his back. He had only been allowed to keep a loincloth for his clothing, and considering it was summer, that wasn't that cruel. The otter had sweated through it a bit, yes, but that could have been far worse.

As he pushed one leg out, resting his head back against the rocks, he stared at the ceiling. Eventually, someone was going to come and take him to trial, but Omo wasn't sure what was going to happen next. While he hadn't gone as far as raping or attempting to rape the female in question, he knew that she had managed to piss her off by peeping at her as often as he had, and for stealing her clothes.

Not like he had used them to get off, admittedly, but theft was theft.

Well, hopefully it's just a slap on the wrist, he thought, shaking his head. First offense.

That was what he hoped, at least. Otherwise, he could be in for a world of fuck.

The door to the prison opened up, and he looked to his side. The other otter guards, dressed in scaly armor, walked in.

"Come on, Omo. Get up."

"Anything for me to look forward to?" he asked.

"Court's already decided what to do with you. It'll be quick, at least," the otter guard said.

"Heh, that's what they always say."

Nevertheless, he got to his feet, knowing better than to keep the court waiting. They were not the sort to be trifled with. Otters were all happy-go-lucky creatures, for the most part, but if you pushed them too far, then they were more than willing to show you what kind of fuckery an otter was capable of.

And an angry otter was capable of a lot of fuckery.

He was helped out of the prison cell, his ankles chained together to limit his movement, his tail pulled up and shackled to the metal collar around his neck. It wasn't the first time that his ass had been on display to the general public, but it was the first time that he had been marched down a hall like this, showing off everything without a choice.

Omo didn't let it get to him. It was just part of the proceedings. He was probably fine. Probably.

Taking a deep breath, he let himself be led through the one castle that the Otter Lands had. It was their capital, technically, but it was more like the place where they put all the important stuff than the place that important things got done. They put the king here, but he was always on vacation. They put the army here, but they almost never used it. They put the prisoners here, and...

Well, that part did have a function. It was harder to get away from a castle than it was to escape down a river.

They took one turn after another as they went down the various stone hallways of the castle, eventually winding up at the great stone doors of the throne room. He looked at the large monoliths that guarded the entryways, the statues and the spires on either side of them looming large.

The old otter faces that looked down always seemed so judgmental, and today was no exception.

Like you guys would have had any easier time ignoring some girl in heat.

Omo shook his head as the guards opened the doors, helping him through. The throne room itself was lined with eight otters on either side of the red carpet leading up to the throne itself, and the king - a middle-aged otter that wore a crown and purple cape, and a loincloth of fine brown leather - looked down at him. He was brought before the monarch, then made to kneel before him.

"My king," Omo muttered.

"I've heard that you've been more than the average troublemaker."

"Well, it has been a bit of a rough breeding season..."

"That is no excuse for your actions."

"It's not like I wanted to bother her. I just...got caught up in the fun."

"You mean that you were thinking with your dick."

"...Fair," Omo admitted.

He kept his eyes on the ground, knowing that it was better not to look up at the king when he was giving his judgment. It wasn't that it would piss the monarch off, but more that any final appeals were past due. Looking at the king now was trying to beg without actually going through the proper channels, and that would only make his case look worse.

But surely, they weren't going to do anything extreme? It was the first time that he had been charged with anything, for crying out loud. It wasn't like he needed to learn any huge lesson right then, right?

He shuffled slightly in the grip of the guards, waiting for the king to hand down the slap on the wrist punishment. He wanted out of here. He wanted to get back to the rivers, see if there was anyone still free for breeding. There had to be a few still left, a few -

"You will be restricted from breeding for the next three years."

Omo whipped his head up, his eyes going wide.

"What?!"

"I have spoken," the otter king said, leaning his head back and narrowing his eyes. "Do you question my judgment?"

"I...you..."

"Three years, Omo. Three years of full restriction, during which you will be on offer to all the other males that have failed to gain a partner."

"You...you..."

That was not the punishment that he had been expecting in the slightest, and he could only think of how unfair it was. He had never even laid hands on the female, and he was being restricted to that degree?

The other otters pulled him to his feet, ripping his loincloth away. His sheath was exposed and his balls likewise, but it wasn't like they could see much. The sheer shock of being told that he was being restrained from breeding anyone had killed any excitement that might have remained down there.

This can't be happening. This can't be happening.

And yet, it was.

Omo panted in fear as the king approached, the otter reaching down and fanning his fingers out. His webbed paws pressed against Omo's sac, pushing his balls up and making it harder for him to ignore his own nudity. He hissed under his breath, his toes curling against the carpet.

"You'll need more than just my order to keep yourself from humping others," the king said.

"Mmmph...what...what do you mean?"

"I mean, you will be caged."

"C-caged?" Omo gasped as the king gently tugged his balls. "Mmmph...you can't...you won't..."

"I will. You do not offend the ladies of the Otter Lands, Omo. You are to be a gentleman. Be whatever else you want: a fool, a flirt, anything else you may wish, but a gentleman first and foremost."

"Nnngh...But...but I..."

"You will be caged."

The king snapped his fingers, and two more otters stepped forward, one bearing a cushion with a metal tube, the other with a metal ring. The king took them both, kneeling down before Omo as the guards held the otter still. He could feel the king's fingers pulling on his sheath, on his balls. The metal ring slid down, sliding behind his sheath, behind his balls. They pushed them all forward, keeping him on display.

Then, the tube. It was a mesh thing, one that came down in various bars to the bottom of the tube-shape, one that was fitted to an otter sheath in size and no bigger. It pressed down firmly enough that it peeled back the very top of the sheath, the cool metal pressing down on his cock as the king held it tightly in place.

"No, no, please!" Omo begged.

There was no mercy.

The tube was held down against the ring as the guards pulled out a lock. They slid it into place, holding the two together, and then -

Click.

Omo gasped, feeling the sheer tightness of the tube against him. The lock was not made of metal, nor was it locked with a key. It was a metal of the Otter Lands, one that deteriorated over time. Gradually, it would become less and less, until the large part that held the lock closed finally faded away. There was no unlocking it, no clipping it away. It would stay there for a minimum of three years, longer if he did not expose it to water regularly enough.

He shivered as he realized just how fucked he was. He tried to shake his head in disbelief, but the pressure of the chastity cage on his cock made it clear that this was real. There was no getting away from it.

"In addition."

Omo whipped his head back up, slowly shaking his head back and forth. There couldn't be more, could there? No, that had to be it. Please, by all that was good, that had to be all that he had to suffer from.

"In addition," the king continued. "You will be dosed by the court alchemist to ensure that you are ready for the attentions of all the lonely males. Alchemist?"

An older otter stepped forward, bearing with him three glass vials. Each one seemed to bubble and froth as they were carried forward, and Omo would have fled if he had even a hint of a chance to break free from the guards. They held him still, one of them reaching up and squeezing at his jaw to make him open his muzzle.

"First, to prime you," the otter said, popping the cork from one vial and forcing it down his throat.

Omo barely had a chance to swallow it before it was burning through him. He gasped as he felt the heat in his belly, burning up like a summer's wind, and then felt it running further down. His balls started churning, seed pulsing and swelling inside of them. Despite his fear, he could feel his cock throbbing in his sheath, and worse, could feel it trying to grow.

His knees bent, almost giving way as he felt the tip of his cock grinding against the chastity cage that held him in. The sheer discomfort of his cock swelling like that should have killed his arousal, but no. The potion kept him huffing, panting, his cock trying and failing to swell against the cage, his balls churning and almost feeling like they were growing.

"Second, to brace you."

Omo groaned, trying to resist the second potion, but it was forced down his throat just like the first. He swallowed it against his will, waiting for the effects.

An odd strength filled him, almost like he had just gone through a long night of sleep and come through well-rested. He felt like...like he could keep going, keep doing just about anything for hours. His eyes widened, realizing that they must have days of rut waiting for him if they were feeding him a potion normally reserved for warriors that had to run for days to get to the right battlefield in time.

"And third, to change you."

Change? What -

The last potion was thrust down his throat, and he gagged, trying to keep from swallowing it. However, it was impossible to resist. The otters pinched his nose, and Omo had the choice of swallowing or drowning. He chose to swallow.

As it went down his throat, he was suddenly all too aware of his own asshole. He gritted his teeth, trying to push it out of his mind, trying to do anything that he could to avoid thinking about it, but...

But it felt so empty.

Omo tried to bring his focus back to his cock, or to his balls, or to anything that would let him think of staying on top, that would distract him from thinking of his asshole over the rest of his body. His teeth clenched as he tried to think about how much he wanted to breed one of the females, how much he desperately wanted to sink his dick into something, anything, how much he -

Need something...need stretch...

His hole didn't burn, not the way that his cock and balls did, but it did clench, and it clenched hard. Omo panted for breath, and when his legs gave way this time, the otter guards let him fall. He fell almost flat on his face, his ass up in the air, and his ass cheeks clenched as he struggled to find some way to relieve that horrible emptiness.

So empty...so tight...need...need stretch...need...filling...

As his balls churned, as his cock throbbed, as his asshole clenched helplessly, he could hear the other otters moving around him. The king had already moved behind him, and he could feel webbed fingers moving along his ass cheeks, slowly dragging them apart, and then -

"Ah!"

He gasped, feeling the warm air of the throne room on his pucker. It was followed by the stiff heat of something else, something bigger...harder...rigid...

Oh god...

Omo hissed, trying to shake his head, but even as the idea of resistance stirred in him, he could feel the urge to just submit, to allow the king to fuck his asshole. The heat back there was starting to build, spreading from his balls. His urge to fuck was slowly getting changed to the urge to be fucked. With his cock caged, he couldn't do the one, so he had to do the other for any relief.

The otter tried to shake his head, but for all the stamina that he had been given, his body was too weak to move, too intent on allowing the king to rut him and give him what he needed.

I wanted to breed, not get bred, he thought, but even that was a weak haze of a thought compared to what he had been feeling.

That thick otter cock slid up and down his ass cheeks, leaving strings of pre-cum behind as it went. He groaned under his breath, biting his lips, shivering every time that the dripping tip found his asshole and almost pushed in. It was so big, so thick, or was it any different from average? It was hard to tell when he could only feel it.

"I will give you your first taste," the king said, and the otter's shaft rested against Omo's hole. "Prepare yourself."

How? Omo had never taken a cock before, and -

"Ah!"

He gasped as he felt the pressure growing on his pucker, the feeling of the monarch's royal rod parting his pucker. Gritting his teeth, Omo gripped the carpet with his fingers, trying and failing to drag himself forward as the pressure grew.

No, no, no...

Yet, it kept growing, the thick, hard thing rubbing against his pucker, so close to sliding in, so utterly close to taking him and making him into a little bitch. Omo whimpered, feeling the urge to be fucked taking over, his fingers losing their grip. His asshole stopped clenching -

POP!

And he hissed in pained pleasure as he felt his hole spread, opened up, filled with his king's cock. He almost collapsed right then and there, his eyes rolling back as he felt a burst of pre-cum squirt from his cock.

"Nnnngh..."

"He's been deflowered," the king said. "Let's see him bloom."

That stiff prick pushed deeper, opening him even further, leaving him gasping for breath as each thrust drove it right out of his lungs. He tried to catch it, but the king was relentless, using him harder than he would have used a female. His hole burned as it was forcibly opened, trained.

I don't want...I don't...

But even his thoughts of resistance were scattered from him, cast to the winds. Every thrust broke them down just a little bit further, shattering his resistance to the king's cock until he was face-down, ass-up of his own accord. The moans slipped from his lips without anything he could do to stop them, and soon, he was shoving his ass back to meet the king's cock.

No, no, no, said the ever quieter voice in the back of his head, drifting away into nothingness as the pleasure continued to rise. So did the pain, as his dry asshole was fucked by a thicker cock than it was used to - than anything it had ever taken, for that matter - but he was gone. His mind had shattered.

He was a rut-toy.

The king pulled out without cumming, and one of the advisors stepped forward. Omo had a split second of clarity before it was ripped from him again with one hard thrust, that next cock taking him right back down. His balls swung back and forth as he was rocked around, his dick begging for release, but all it could do was dribble tears of pre-cum down the cage.

"Nnngh...nngh..."

One moan, two, three, all growing into something more continuous. He was losing himself to the feeling of being used. Bit by bit, Omo stopped thinking about what he wanted, and focused on what the otters around him wanted. He didn't matter; they did. They were free, and he was not.

If they wanted his ass, they deserved his ass. He lifted his hips a bit more, giving them better access, and they 'rewarded' him with harder humps.

Omo slipped into the darkness of his own skull, banished by drugs, pleasure, and submission. One day, perhaps, he would find his way back.

The End

Summary: An otter has broken the laws, and the other otters of his homeland decide to punish him.

Tags: M/M, anal, otter, prisoner, exhibitionism, humiliation, nonconsensual, virgin, dry, potions, drugs, chastity cage, pre-cum, denial,