The New City
(This is a story i've been working on awhile so plz comment. also, i'm sorry if the format makes it hard to read, but it was the only way i could keep stuff seprate. Enjoy!)
It was a calm winter night in the Big City. Tim shivered a bit as he walked into a club from off the cold main street. He quickly went over to the bar and looked to the bartender.
"Hey!"
The Ursine smiled at the young otter and walked over.
"Hey, you too. What can I get for you tonight?"
Tim grinned and replied. "Well, you can start with a hot drink and end with some good advice on were a good, steady job can be got."
The Bear smiled and winked as he plunked a tankard down in front of the young otter, its contence gently steaming.
"How about here? We need someone to wait tables."
Tim smiled in relief. "Oh good! That was quick. When can I start?"
The Bear looked over at the clock. "Now would be good, it is about time for the end-of-work rush."
Tim nodded and then frowned. "Does that mean that I can't finish my drink?"
The Bear laughed again. "No, go ahead and finish. But no more until quitting time, alright? I want my employees sober."
Tim nodded firmly and drank a long gulp.
"Right! Now, which tables do you need me to wait?"
The Bear made a wide, sweeping gesture, indicating the entire room as patrons started to sift in.
"Those."
Tim nodded and tipped back his drink.
"When you are finished with that drink, go into the back. I'll have my daughter take care of the specifics, as well as your uniform."
Tim nodded and then finished his drink. As the Bear went down the bar to attend to another patron, a swave looking Tiger, Tim set his cup down. Getting up, the young otter went into the back to get his job's specifics.
Tim waited for the daughter to come. He paced a bit as he waited. Finally, he was about to go look for the owner, when he was approached but the most beautiful female he had ever seen.
Her voice was like crystallized honey, sweet, but hard. Defiantly no-nonsense.
"Daddy tells me that we have some new help. Is that you?"
Tim swallowed a few times and nodded.
"Good. Here is your uniform. You will need to wear it from now on." She handed the otter a small piace of clothing. "It may be the wrong size for you, I had to guess your size from daddy's description."
I took the clothing and gasped a bit at what I saw. "I-I can't wear this!"
The female looked over the stunned otter's shoulder.
"Why? Is it too small?"
Tim looked back at the female. "Y-you could say that! This covers practically nothing!"
The young fem nodded. "Yes, that is the point. If you are going to work here, you will need to be astatically pleasing to the patrons."
Tim choked a bit at that. "I am sure that the patrons would not like looking at my ass that much!" He said wryly, trying to find some humor in the situation.
The Fem looked at Tim and began to laugh.
"What is so funny?" Tim demanded, mystified.
"Oh sweetie!" The female gasped out, "This is a gay bar! The patrons pay good money for the privilege to look at the asses of cute males! And..." Here she gave the stupefied otter a gentle nudge, "not just to look either!"
Tim was stunned. "B-butI am not gay"
The female took a few breaths to calm down before shrugging. "Then you will not be expected to accept the side busness offers from the patrons."
The young otter was obviously confused, until he thought about it. A deep blush ran across his face as he stammered.
"Y-you meant-that someonewould offerme m-money tobed with them?"
The female shrugged. "Not necessarily bed. Most of the time it is just a quickie. Jump on, ride for a bit and then get off."
Tim blushed ever more at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of others. And yet, deep down, he found the prospect an.... Intreaging one.
She smiled at the expression on the young otter face "There are furs, though, that will offer to take you home. That costs extra."
She then shrugged and started to walk away. "If you need any help, call my father or me."
She then held up a paw to stop his next question. "You call my father Henry. I'm Margaret."
The female then bustled off and Tim shrugged out of his clothing, slipping on the apron type garment. It covered even less of him then he thought it would. As he looked at himself in the mirror that was on one wall, he realized that if he got an erection, all would know just by looking.
As he thought about that, he felt a rush of excitement travel up his spine.
Swallowing deeply, Tim turned to the door.
"Off to work I go." Mustering his courage, he pushed open the door and walked through.
Tim's first night was hectic, but he managed not to mess up any orders or drop anything.The hardest part by far was memoriseing the table numbers. He as also a big hit with the patrins, being called over again and again to re-fill drinks.
In that one night alone Tim received more smiles and complements then he had in his entire life, not to mention very gerious tips. The young otter was feeling more than a little heady, that was when something happened to bring him back down to earth.
At closing time, he was approached by a patron, a Fox.
"Hey sexyhow about you come home with me? I promise it'll be fun..."
Tim gulped and backed away slowly.
"N-no thank you sirI don't do that sort of thing. I justwait tables and sweep up after, maybe wash dishes. I don't dothat sort of thing."
The patron looked disappointed. He was clearly about to try to convince the young otter to see things his way, when he looked behind his prey. The expression of lust on the fox's face faded. Tim yelped softly as the owner walked up behind him and put a protective paw on his shoulder.
"He said 'no' Luc. Leave him alone."
The patron did not even try to argue. Without a word, he turned and left.
"T-thank you, sir." Tim murmured gratefully.
The large Bear smiled warmly at the young otter.
"No problem! It is the job of an employer to keep those under him safe and productive."
Despite the harrowing experience, Tim stayed on. Over time, he began to enjoy the attentions that the males visited on him. A pat on the shoulder, a rub on the head, he even grew to like the occasional slap on his rump.
Tim had been working at the club for about three months, when something happened to open his eyes to another aspect of himself.
The day began like so many others, the patrons clamoring for him to come take their orders. An almost silly smile was on the otter's lips as he waited the tables, serving food and pouring drink. It was then he decided to try something that he had never had the curage to do before.
Usually, he walked along the edges and picked up the cups to fill them. On an impish whim, he winked at the patrons and leaned over to pour the drink. He could hear soft moans as his tail lifted a bit to counter-balance him, almost but not quite, allowing his tailhole to be exsposed. As he left one of the tables, one of the patrons whispered, "Oh gods"
At the table opposite of where he had done his trick, there were seated several patrons of the feline persuasion.
Tim looked over and gave the panther a dazzling smile. It was then that he felt the paw on his ass. Smiling at the tiger, who was clearly in distress, his pants tenting so hard the fabric was almost ripping. Tim let him squeeze and stroke his ass for a bit, before slapping lightly at the paw with his thick tail.
The tiger did not remove his paw. The large feline squeezed and rubbed all the harder. A slow blush rose in Tim's face as a small moan escaped his throat. It just felt so good!
"I have watched that ass of yours since day one" The tiger rasped, his voice raw.
Tim got a good look and realized that it was the Tiger he had seen on his first day.
"And nownow I am going to see how it feelsclamped around my cock"
Tim whimpered softly as he was pulled into the Tiger's lap, the feline maneuvering him exspertly into straddleing his lap. His whimpers increased as the Tiger began to squeeze both of his ass cheeks, digging his claws in a bit and pulling them wide, drawing a little blood as he did so.
Tim's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned as his otter cock slid out of its furry holder, swaying and pulsing in plain view.
The other patrins at the table were busy pawing off to the sight, beads of pre already appearing on ther tips.
In an attempt to escape, Tim put his paws on his tormentor's chest and tried to push away.
This lasted all of two seconds.
A wave of heat, unlike anything he had ever felt before, then rushed through the young otter's veins. He gasped, his eyes opening wide, before starting to moan loudly.
At the bar, the owner saw Tim's plight and came to his rescue.
The tiger was oblivious to the Ursine's approach until Tim was yanked from his clutches, and a massive roundhouse, knocked him from his chair.
"Lay off, Demetir. He doesn't want that."
The Tiger scrambled to his feet, coughing up some blood and a tooth.
"He wanted it! Didn't you hear him moaning for me to continue?!"
The owner glared at the feline.
"Really? Was that before or after the stuff you smeared on those overly manicured claws of yours took effect?"
The tiger looked startled and then affronted.
"H-how? How didWhat are you talking about?"
The barkeeper scoffed loudly as he pointed a blunt claw at the door.
"Never mind how I know. You are not welcome here anymore. Leave now!"
The Tiger was clearly incensed, but he was not stupid. He knew that he would be unable to win the fight. So he stood and walked stiffly, in more ways then one, out of the club.
The Ursine then turned his attention back to the gently squirming otter under his arm.
From a shadowed corner, a Lupine watched as the Barkeep took the young otter outside.
In the ally next to the club, there was a large wire cage. When business had be rough, the owner had raised some livestock in the cage, one or two at a time. Now it had another purpose. The Ursine padlocked Tim into the cage. He then left the key next to him, so that when the otter regained his facilities, he would be able to let himself out and get back to work.
Tim awoke with a blinding headache. Groaning softly, he held his head tight, trying to ease away the hammering going on inside his scull.
As the pain diminished, the young otter began to look around. The realization that he was in a cage, brought a startled yelp, followed by a louder groan, as his head slammed against the roof of the cage.
It was then that he felt the key in his right paw. He looked at it, and he realized what had happened. He felt a sheepish smile to form on his face, accompanied by a bright blush.
"I really hope I did not make an ass out of myself back there"
Using the key, he unlocked the door and crawled out.
Watching from the end of the ally, the Wolf made note of the cage, and its position. "I....can wait..."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
That day taught Tim a very valuable lesson, but it was by no means the last. Again and again, patrins resorted to cemical means to get him to fuck. The keen eye of the father and daughter kept him relatively safe, so the patrins never penetrated. But one day that changed. Two patrins, working in tandom, successfully drugged him and then began to get him to pleasure them. It was a bit before the father caught on, but when he did, his wrath was frightening. This time, however, as the bear dragged the in-heat otter to the cages in the back, the tip of his tail was stung by a dart, that soon fell out and lost between the floorbords. The Wolf stood, paid his tab, and walked out the door. "The hunt....has begun...."
Wakeing up with a headach in a cage was nothing new to the otter, but for some reason, this time, he had trouble focuseing. As he stood up, the world began to spin. He did not even feel the prick of the second dart, or its delivery of its payload. A small, but potent psychotropic. First, his body became numb, and then super sensitive, followed by his head beginning to spin.
Through his disorientation, he noted somefur drawing near. Scent came long before sight, so the young otter knew that it was a Lupine. Suddenly, an unreasoning fear enveloped him.
He ran.
It was difficult for Tim to breath in the cold, crisp air. Running hard, the young otter sobbed for breath, his legs burning.
"L-leave me alone!" He shouted over his shoulder at his pursuer.
Un-rebuffed, the massive lupine continued to draw closer, his smooth, almost liquid gait eating up the distance between the predator and his prey. Seeing a dark alley loom up ahead, the terrified otter darted in. The hunter saw where his prey had gone and slowed his pace to a leisurely walk. A calm smile could be seen on his muzzle.
"You won't get away from me that way, my prey..."
Tim's cries of denial as he ran up against the dead end were heartrending. The young otter put his paws up on the wall of the dead end, as if he could just push it over and escape.
"Sothere you are." Tim could not even turn to face the speaker. Sobbing, he sank to his knees, paws still on the wall, scrabbling weakly against the rough brick.
"Help!" The otter wailed "Please, some fur! Help!"
Smiling the lupine took a small, pre-prepared needle out of its sterilized plastic cover.
"No-fur will come," the large lupine said softly, his voice carrying effortlessly "You are on your own"
The predictable lunge for freedom was not very well executed. The overall tensing of the otter's body screamed the fact of an imminent attempt to bolt. Calmly, the lupine sidestepped the onrushing youth.
Tripping him neatly with his foot, the lupine broke the otter's fall with one paw, while slapping the base of the youth's tail his with the other, injecting the small needles payload. This time, a potent tranquilizer was shot into the otter's rump. Scooping up the violently struggling youth, the lupine waited calmly for the injection to take effect.
Tim struggled against his captor, even as the world began to stretch and skew. The young otter's struggles grew weaker and weaker, until his eyes rolled up into his head and, with a soft moan, lapsed into a deep sleep in his captor's arms. Readjusting how he was holding the youth, the lupine calmly walked out of the ally, his prize held safely in his arms. Arriving at his car, the lupine gently applied the metal restraints to the otter, binding his arms behind his back and his ankles together, just in case the drug wore off at an unexpected time.
"Sleep deep and dream sweet, my virgin prize,"
The hunter whispered into the unconscious otter's ear,
"For when you awake, I will begin to use you in ways you have only dreamed of..."
He deposited his trophy in the back seat, wrapping the otter snugly in a thick, warm blanket to ward off the chill air.
Tim awoke drowsy and warm. He was laying on a soft and cushy surface. Yawning softly, he opened his mouth wide, showing his pink tongue. To drowsy to worry, he tried to roll over and go back to sleep. As he turned he felt a growing pull on his left arm and leg. As he got onto his side, his progress was arrested. Opening his eyes sleepily, he tried to see what was stopping him from turning over onto his stomach.
The sight of the softly shining stainless steel cuffs attached to his wrist and ankle woke him completely. With a startled cry, Tim tried to sit up, but the chains that were attached to the cuffs on all four of his limbs held firm, holding him on his back with only enough slack to allow him to move to a more comfortable position. A door opened, somewhere out of Tim's line of vision. It then shut with an authoritative snap. Tim lay still, his panic-scent becoming more distinct as he waited for the Fur who had entered the room to come into sight.
Tim's blood froze in his veins as the speaker came into sight. The large lupine stepped out of the shadows, his voice smooth and soft. Tim was frozen with terror, unable to utter a sound.
"So, my prize, you are awake at lastI was beginning to think I had given you a lethal dose by accident."
The lupine smiled warmly at his captive as he said,
"So, do you have anything to say?"
Tim opened his mouth to plead with his captor, to beg that he be let go, but all that came out was a long and piercing scream. The lupine's eyes were hooded, as if he enjoyed the sound. The lupine did wince when the otter managed to hit and hold a painful decibel for his sensitive ears, but that was all.
Finally, his lungs exhausted, Tim stopped screaming. Painting heavily, body trembling in fear, the otter looked at his captor, sure that if kept watch and did not blink, the lupine would not move.
"There," the lupine said calmingly, "Feel better now?"
Tim just stared at the lupine, not sure what to make of what he just said, his fear-scent still thickening the air.
"It is good to express yourself," the lupine continued in a warm, soft voice "Otherwise, the repressed emotions will rebound on the fur and poison them, taking from them the ability to adapt and to have fun..."
Tim's fright was slowly shifting to confusion, and then to curiosity.
"W-what are you talking about?" Tim asked, fearing the answer.
The lupine's smile became even warmer as he leaned sideways, allowing him to look directly into Tim's eyes.
"Just this, my virgin prey. If you do not act like who you are, you will become another fur. And that would be a terrible loss."
Drawing back a bit, the lupine looked over his prey's entire body. Even though he was clothed, Tim could not suppress a delicate blush. The sheer clotheing of the bar's uniform providing no protection.
"You are one handsome water dog, you know that?"
Tim blushed in earnest.
"If only Margaret would think so as well, I would be happy."
The lupine tilted his head to one side before asking,
"Who is this Margaret?"
Forgetting where he was, Tim smiled dreamily as he replied,
"She is the daughter of the bartender at the club where I work. She is a major hotty."
He sighs softly. "I don't really have a chance with her"
Tim broke off as the lupine laid a hand on his chest.
"Why would she be out of your league? You are handsome, smart, and funny and can take care of yourself. You could be a good fit for her."
The lupine paused for a bit before continuing,
"You would be an even better fit for me."
Flattered at his captor's praise, he did not connect the two statements.
After preening for a few moments, Tim's mind began to work again.
"Wait...what?"
The lupine leaned in close "You are very attractive, I just can't believe that even one other does not think the same."
Tim was about to dismiss the statement, when he was horrified by a sudden revelation. "Y-you are a gay-fur, aren't you?!"
The lupine smiled and leaned close as me murmured three words.
"Guiltyascharged."
Tim tried to shrink away from the lupine's preasence, but the shackles still held him tight. It was plain by Tim's reaction that he had never even considered, realistically, the reality of sex with another male, drugs aside. Showing off yes, teaseing yes, but sex? Never.
"G-get away f-from me!" Tim stuttered in panic, "Y-you want to rape me, that's what you are planning I-isn't it?"
The lupine looked honestly startled.
"No!" The Lupine looks startled, affronted.
"I only indulge in the willing." He then smiled down at me as he continued, "Only if you begged me, would I slide my wolfhood into your tight ass."
Tim looked at the lupine with disbelief written all over his face.
"I d-don't believe you. Y-you are j-just trying to g-get me off guard..."
The lupine shook his head.
"Think about it," He said in a tone of reason.
"If I had wanted to rape you, I would have done so while the sedative was still in effect. In fact, had I wanted to rape you, I would not have used a sedative at all. I would have used a muscle relaxant. Then you would be awake, able to feel all that I would do to you, but helpless to stop it."
The lupine looked down into Tim's face.
"The best kind of feeling in the world."
Tim's blood froze when he heard that.
Tim bit his lip as he struggled to comprehend the situation.
"W-well then, what do you want then?"
The lupine's smile was warm as he answered,
"I want the challenge of breaking you."
He ran a paw across Tim's chest and continued.
"I want the challenge of turning a straight-fur into my loyal cock-slave. That is what I want."
Tim was stunned by the lupine's curt answer. Fear renewed itself in Tim's eyes as he asked
"H-how are you g-going to make me do t-that? W-with drugs, or-or" The lupine, scenting how scared the otter was, the lupine said reassuringly,
"Put your fears to rest, my prize. I would not do something so obviously destructive to your perfect body."
Tim's blush returned at the lupine's complement. His curiosity aroused, the young otter asked,
"T-then, how?"
The lupine smiled.
"I will change you merelyby finding your interests."
Tim's fear subsided, to be replaced again by curiosity.
"Myinterests?"
The lupine nodded. "Yes, my prize. Your interests. Are you interested in being tied up?"
The lupine gestured to the chains.
"Does being like this turn you on?"
Tim's blush deepened as he realized that he was slightly turned on by this. The lupine gave his prize a look, as if he knew what was running through the otter's head, and continued.
"Do you find pleasure in disrobing in front of another Fur? Do you find pleasure in being humiliated, sexually?" The lupine began to slip off Tim's clothing, lingering over each of the tiny buttons.
"H-hey, w-what are you doing?"
Tim protested, blushing furiously as he was stripped to his fur.
Smiling, the lupine ignored the question and continued.
"Do you enjoy attention being lavished on your feet?"
Tim began to laugh uncontrollably as the Lupine began to tongue his footpads, tickling him. Tim laughed until there were tears running down his cheeks. The otter begged his captor to stop. The lupine stopped licking the otter's foot and smiled.
"Oh, look how hard you are!" cooed the lupine. He smiled and began to touch Tim, brushing him lightly.
Tim shivered at the lupine's touch.
"How about this, my prize?"
Tim began to moan softly as the lupine began to paw him off.
"P-please," Tim panted, a thousand emotions flooding through him at once.
"S-stop, I...I am not..."
Tim was unable to protest any further. With a sound that was half moan, half sob, Tim stiffened and climaxed. The lupine smiled as the otter's semen drenched his paw.
"Ooo! You liked that! Didn't you, my prize?"
Tim, struggling for breath, heart beating rapidly, and to understand what had just happened, could not answer.
"Oh, so naughty, little otter."
Said the lupine, slowly licking his paw clean of the youth's juices.
Tim's fur blushed as he watched the dominating fur lick his paw clean of his seed.
"You taste good, my virgin prey..."
"You..you justyou didn't..." Tim stammered his voice weak.
"Shhh, my prey." Chided the lupine softly, "Don't say anything. Just let me investigate you."
'Maybe he isn't lying," Tim thought to himself, "Maybe once he finds that he can't turn me he will let me go!' Tim thought, a spark of hope in his eyes.
The lupine gave Tim his scanning look again and Tim blushed deeper.
With a quick motion, the hunter filled the young otter's mouth with a gag, moving so quickly as to not allow the otter to see it coming.
The lupine then began to torture Tim's ballsack, squeezing the otter's jewels with increasing strength. Tim arched and began to scream. Thrashing hard achieved nothing, but Tim couldn't stop himself.
The lupine continued to squeeze hard, reaching around to scrape the otter's cock. "Revile in the pain my prize, it shows that you are alive!"
Tim began to cry, tears running down his face.
Reaching up with his other paw, the lupine began to run his claws against the otter's member, squeezing the organ's base to force it to grow to its fullest.
Tim continued to thrash as the lupine's claw tips scraped against the now highly sensitive organ.
"You feel that, my prize? How does it feel, tell me?"
Tim sobbed into the gag, tears streaming down his face as the lupine continued to torture his engorged member.
Tim's climax took him by surprise. One moment, pain like nothing he had ever felt was racking his body, and in the next instant, a moment of pure ecstasy as his body relaxed and a load was shot into the air.
"Ooo, so you did like that!"
Tim looked up at the lupine, amazement, and no small bit of fear in his eyes, fear that maybe, he could, in fact, be turned.
Looking down on his prize, the lupine started to become erect.
"You dirtied my pawclean it." He whispered as he slid down the gag, freeing the young otter's mouth.
Tears were running down the young otter's face as he averted his head.
"N-no! I am not going to do it!"
"Now be a good boyI went first after all"
The young otter whimpered as the lupine's paw surrounded his sack again, the threat clear.
"No please! I'll..I'll do it"
"Good boy"
The lupines voice was smooth as he offered the cum-soaked paw again.
Tears of shame flowed from his eyes as he began to lick the milky white fluid from the wolfs paw.
He was shocked to find that the fluid's taste was actually not that unpleasant. It was salty, and yet, sweet at the same time.
"Hmmmmmgood boy."
The lupine complemented as Tim cleaned the proffered paw.
"F-fine...I'll...I'll let you..." Tim whispered, as if trying to hide from his own words. "I will let you fuck me...just don't hurt me anymore...and, after your done, set me free!"
Tim gagged as he was gagged, the wolf smiling widely.
"Fine!" The wolf said as he pressed a button. There was a whirr as the table Tim was on began to lower to the floor, the chains popping as they twisted, forcing the young otter onto all fours.
"After I avail myself to your sweet rump, I will let you go...my Brothers on the other paw, may just...capture you immediately afterward!"
Tim struggled and made sounds of protests as two more wolves walked into the room.
Tim's soft, muffled cries went un-heeded as the three wolves continued to have their way with him. The otter could feel their separate cocks rubbing against his fur, tainting him with their perversity. Tears slowly leaked from his tightly shut eyes as the ball gag in his mouth continued to muffle his pleas for them to stop, that he had changed his mind.
He gasped, a blush flushing his cheeks through his fur, as the one on top of him stopped rubbing his cock between his ass-cheeks and turned inward. Chained and bound on all fours, he could only sob as he felt his ass beginning to be violated, his anal virginity threatening to be stolen from him with by one powerful thrust. Moving forward, Tim tried to out-run the cock trying to push its way past his anal ring.
He gasped as he felt his own, smaller dick run into something hot and yielding. It was not until his member was buried, almost to the hilt in the hot vice, that he realized what was happening. One of the wolven males was below him, accepting his cock under his bushy tail! With a strangled cry of disbelief, Tim tried to pull out, trying to avoid the perversity, but he only accomplished driving the cock of the lupine above him into his own entrance, driving it deeper into his being. Then, the gag was ripped out of his mouth.
Tim yelped as the buckle tore into the back of his head. He was soon silenced, however when the gag was replaced by a member so thick, his jaw hurt from trying to open his mouth wide enough to breathe around it. His cry of pain was cut off as the unwelcome organ in his mouth slid deeper, across his tongue and into his throat. In this manner, the three wolves continued to fuck him without stopping, without mercy. The young otter was a tool for them, a piece of equipment used to satisfy their needs. The one below moved his hips in the opposite direction then the one above, making it impossible for the otter to escape the hot vice that held on to his cock so tightly.
Tim closed his eyes in pain, tears flowing freely from his eyes, as the log in his ass was thrust deeper. The one above fucked him with a slow deliberation, moving at a stately pace and bottoming out each thrust, grinding his softly furred ball sack against his tortured ass. But by far, the cruelest of the lupines one was the one raping his mouth and throat. Because his thrusting speed differed from the other two, whenever the young otter gasped because of the tightness surrounding his dick or the thick length in his ass, the cock in his mouth would thrust forward, blocking off the life-giving air, like a ball-valve.
Slowly, so very slowly, the young otter was dying of oxygen deprivation. And there was nothing he could do about it. His struggles for breath pleased them, encouraging them to go faster, fucking him harder. He tried to stop them by not responding in any way, ether with tears or whimpers. But if he did not respond, they started to slap his ass and to twist and scrape his nipples, causing him to cry out in pain, until they were pleased again. The lupine member in his mouth shoved deeper, forcing him to take the wolven knot in his mouth, blocking the otter off from the life-giving air.
This time, the lupine did not pull out. Instead, he ground his crotch into his face, forcing his member still deeper into the otter's throat. Tim's vision blurred as the CO in his system reached critical. Silently, the otter passed out, collapsing limply against the lupine accepting his cock under its tail. The young otter was now propped up by the back of the one below him, and by the cocks in his mouth and ass. For awhile, the three males did not realize that their victim had passed out; they merely continued to pleasure themselves. Finally, they realized what had happened. Reluctantly, they pulled out, dropping their victim in a heap on the floor.
"So, what now?" asked the one who had accepted their victim's member.
"This."
Pulling out a syringe, the lupine that had dominated Tim's mouth and throat carefully injected the glass barrel's contents into the prone otter's neck. The one who had accepted the victim's dick looked closer. It was then that he realized that the otter wasn't breathing. Flipping him over, the male began to do mouth-to-mouth, trying to get the young otter breathing again. The other two wolves merely watched as, with a great deal of effort, their companion managed to get the otter breathing again.
Furiously, the lupine glared up at his companions.
"What the hell guys? Why did you not try to help him?"
Shrugging, the one who had administered the injection left without a word.
"We did not help because we do not care," the remaining lupine informed him, snobbishly.
"If he dies, we merely would have replaced him. If that does not sit right with you, take him as your own bitch and treat him how you would like. But do not, under any circumstances, talk like that to either of us again."
His peace being said, the lupine left the room, following his lover, leaving the third lupine squatting alone with the otter. Moaning softly, the otter began to thrash weakly, the potent chemicals that had been injected into him destroying parts of his brain, while encouraging controlled growth in others.
Sighing softly, the squatting lupine examined his charge and found him to be fully erect.
"That must have been an aphrodisiac" The wolf said to himself.
The lupine then picked his new charge up and, after removing the chains that held him to the floor and shackled the otter, hands above his head, to a nearby wall. This made it impossible for the otter to touch himself, to relive the pain that the lupine knew to be building in his loins. The lupine sighed as the otter began to pull at the restraining chains.
"You won't be able to satisfy yourself." The lupine said gently.
Opening his eyes, the otter saw who was talking and blushed. The lupine reached down and laid a paw on the otter's now fully erect member. The otter pulled away from the lupines touch with a moan, the pain in his loins building.
The otter whimpered and thrashed, pulling at the chains that bound him, so nakedly wanting to masturbate, disparate to stop the building pain.
"It is the only way to stop the pain" murmured the lupine."The only way"
Getting down on his knees, the third lupine opened his mouth, blowing a warm stream of air over the otter's exposed cock. Sobbing with need, the otter, without another thought, thrust his pulsing member into the waiting lupine's mouth.
'Good boy' Thought the lupine.
Eagerly, the lupine licked and sucked, sending waves of pleasure throughout the otter's body. The otter moaned pleasurably and began to thrust into the lupine's pleasure giving mouth. Realizing what he had just done broke Tim completely. Tears of shame, and of need, streamed down the otter's face as he continued to thrust his pulsating need into the lupine's mouth. The otter's climax jettisoned his mind into nirvana. Trembling in every part of his body, Tim cried out,
"Oh, Gods!"
The lupine watched as the captive's head lolled around limply, showing that he had passed out again. But the erection between the otter's legs did not become limp; on the contrary, it grew fuller, thicker. The lupines mouth opened in wonder as the otter's member began to grow even further.
"Sothat chemicalwas not just an aphrodisiac"
Eagerly, the lupine turned and moved his hips so that the otter's full member penetrated him to his core. The lupine eagerly road the otter's cock hard, until he was rewarded with an ass-full of seed, his own splattering the floor as he howled.
Slowly, the otter's tense body relaxed, his erection, at long last, retreating back into his protective sheath, its new mass barely fitting into its old home. The lupine pouted about this for awhile, before realizing that the otter was his, all his now; and that when he awoke, the otter would be at his command.
Getting up was slightly difficult for the lupine. Not only was he tired, his ass was in the beginning stages of being sore from the hard ride. Finally he managed to pull himself up into a standing position.
"Come on, my new pet. It is time to go to bed."
Getting the otter down was a chore. Half carrying, half dragging his charge, the lupine made his way to his new room, carrying his burden. For a moment after the lupine put his new pet to bed he stood and looked at his prize.
"Gods, he is handsome." He said to himself.
Then his weakness asserted itself and he fell into the bed beside the otter. Turning his new pet onto his other side so that they faced each other, the lupine curled up against his chest and fell asleep, his soft furred sheath lightly rubbing against the otter's.
The end?