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Max, wrapped in a towel and with one arm around his fox buddy Kyle, walks into the pool shower. "Boobs are not aero, even now that they've allowed me to wear this thing," he says, hanging the towel up and revealing a standard, slightly skimpy, dark blue one piece swimsuit, the sort they make the girls wear.

"You still have it easy," he hears from behind. Martin, a tall, jacked deer with big, not very aerodynamic antlers, walks by. He cops a feel of Max's soft, exposed buttock, roughly sinking his fingers into the ample flesh. "Looking good, slut."

"Thanks."

"Plugged?"

"Yeah."

"Huh," Kyle comments. "Kinky."

Max lets go of Kyle and wriggles himself naked. He smells more chlorinated than musky. The fox boy drops his trunks too, then they toss their swimwear somewhere and go shower. Martin comes back, naked, throbbing, and brandishing a bottle of luxurious fur shampoo, and gets under the water too, opposite both of them. Max watches the stud shamelessly while haphazardly rinsing his own body.

They get interrupted by someone barging in from the pool. "Sorry, I had to talk to Coach," says Shane, a cute otter boy with an average build, as he tosses his trunks on the floor. "Maaaax." He walks under the same shower head as Max and immediately starts to run his hands over both of them, less washing them both and more just groping the rat boy. "Hey, is it gay if I like your boobs?"

"How do you like being gay for a chesty boyslut?" Max replies, grinning. The otter grins right back. They run their fingers through each other's fur for a little while.

"Turn around, let's wash of your smelly ass properly." Max complies. Shane's hand goes right under his tail, slipping between his fat, lightly furred cheeks and running over the huge, slightly puffy ring of his entrance, stopping at the plug. "Huh. I bet you had fun swimming."

"You're getting carried away," the rat boy complains.

"Fuck you, enjoy this. I'm horny."

"Nope, not yet." Max turns off the water. Shane sighs and withdraws, standing there, blushing, making lovey eyes at Max.

Then the otter boy runs off, still totally wet. Max shrugs and goes to fetch his towel. He starts drying his hair, jiggling candidly and casually peeing on the wet floor.

"You do this every time," Kyle comments from across the room.

"I'm into it," Martin says, leaning away from the hot water streaming onto his back to give Max a playful spank, sending ripples over his ass and thighs. "I like enabling our slut."

Max just giggles.

Shane comes back, rock hard and throbbing. In his one hand is a practical pair of black boxer shorts, in the other is a jockstrap with an oddly feminine design. It's anyone's guess as to which of them belongs to Max and which to Shane. The boxers get forced onto Max's face, with Shane's hand holding the rat boy's mouth shut. Max huffs Shane's scent. He pulls the otter boy closer in, squishing their moist bodies together. Shane presses the jockstrap into his own nose, sniffs and moans provocatively for Max. They frot for a few moments, though Max is only at a half chub. "Mind if I borrow this?"

"I do mind."

"Fuck you, I'm doing it anyway." He snatches both undergarments away and leads Max to the lockers. "You're going pantiless until you're home."

"Oh no," the rat boy mocks. He points down to his half limp little dick slapping against his massive thighs as they walk. "Imagine this happening in my pants for the rest of the day." He bites his lip. "That would just be terrible."

In the locker room, Kyle is getting dressed, while Martin is chilling on a bench fully dressed, looking on his phone and seemingly waiting. Shane drags an empty bench to the middle of the room. "On your back," he points to it, looking at Max lecherously. The rat boy walks around it, strutting his stuff, and obeys, laying down and straightening out. "Okay," Shane continues. "Kyle?"

"Huh?" The fox boy perks up.

"I'll let you fuck his tits," Shane says as he pulls his clothes on over his wet body.

"Uhh... Max?" Kyle asks.

"You heard him," Max confirms, smiling sheepishly. "Come straddle my face." He digs his fingers into the sides of his own massive chest and pushes the honkers together.

Soon enough Kyle pulls his pants back down and positions his perky little ass over Max's face. The fox boy throbs over his chest before sticking his red rocket right in between. He fucks energetically and leaks a lot. Smells kinda nice too. Still, Max gets kinda bored of it soon and has to tweak his own nipples for entertainment. Once Shane is dressed, he comes and pushes Max's feet off the bench, so he has room to sit down and start playing with the rat boy's delicate two-toned dick, coaxing it to hardness with just the gentle touch of his fingertips. "You've shrunk."

"Suck it."

"Not yet." Shane starts jerking the slick, still partially limp little organ. The plug jostling around inside Max makes it kinda difficult to get hard.

"Nghhh." Max pushes his foot into Shane's face. He only begrudgingly licks it once.

Kyle is just panting, humping Max's chest feverishly, his nuts drawn up already. Max raises himself up to nuzzle into Kyle's lovely boybutt, at which point Kyle gasps and blows his load between Max's boobs. "Sorry...." He catches his breath. "Hmm. I wanna stay between them."

"Max is mine, please pull out," Shane says smugly.

"It's fine," Max comments. "Nice ass."

"Thanks," the fox boy shivers with delight before obligingly stepping away, accidentally dragging his oozing, softening cock over Max's face. Max likes that.

Shane takes his hand away. "Guess what, I actually have shit to do now for the new apartment. I don't wanna be late."

Max sits up. "Whatever, you owe me an orgasm."

"Bug me about it later."

"Fine."

Kyle pulls his pants up and leaves together with Shane.

Now it's just Max and Martin still in the locker room. The big deer guy locks his phone and goes to sit beside Max, shoulder against wet shoulder. They hug. "So." The hunk's voice is like dark chocolate.

"Hey."

"Stand up." His tone is affectionate.

"Okay."

Martin pulls the plug out of Max's ass. Nothing too big, but fairly comfortable and feels good inside. His asshole feels empty without it.

"Good slut. On your knees."

"You like giving orders, don't you." The rat boy obeys anyway.

"You're not as feisty as you like to think." He pats him on the head.

"I don't think anything."

"Then you're gonna love this." Martin gently keeps Max in place with his hand on the side of his head, then once the point has been made he unlocks his phone and points it at Max's face. He clears his throat. "As usual, you get hit in the balls if you disobey. So, tell them who you are again."

"My name is Max Grant, but you can call me Useless." He sounds dispassionate, like he's doing nothing but reciting a script. "I'm a worthless, limp cocked sissy boy with massive boobs." He's not even flustered by it anymore. "Questions?"

"Today's question is, have you changed your mind on neutering?"

"...I'm not sure." Now he's blushing.

"Go on."

Max looks away. "I've been imagining what I would look like with just a little loose pouch of skin instead of my nuts. It's... kinda hot."

"Good girl."

"Mmhh."

"So." He holds the plug in front of Max's face. "You're going to lick this clean. It's been up your dirty, musky ass for all of swimming practice."

"What the fuck."

"Or everyone will see you get your useless little testicles spanked and hear you thank me for it."

"Very fun, but does anyone actually watch this shit?"

"You'd be surprised. I'll make you ask everyone in class tomorrow."

"Whatever... Are you sure about this?"

"You get to rim yourself."

Max places his hands on Martin's thighs and leans forward to sensually lick the shiny metal toy. It's still warm from being inside him. His eyes half close as he runs his tongue over the rounded tip of it.

"How do you feel?"

"I was expecting worse." Max spits on the floor, but still gets a reassuring headpat.

"You can keep your head on my lap for a bit." Martin pauses the recording.

"Anything else today?" Max asks after a minute.

"I wanna try something. Let's get up." Martin leads his loyal slut to back the showers, then sets the phone up against a wall, unpausing the recording.

"You're just going to fuck me already, right?"

"Maybe," the buck replies as he pulls his pants down. He's uncut, always glistening with a little bit of moisture, and impeccably pink.

"Mouthwatering."

"Hah, thanks Max." Martin gently guides Max to put his hands on the wall and bend down, sticking his ass out.

"I know something's up."

"Because you're a clever and lovely girl, Max." He presses his tip to 'his' slightly gaped, clenching entrance.

"I'm a worthless limp cocked sissy boy with massive boobs."

"Shush." He pushes it in, just the tip, and stays still.

Then Max feels his guts fill up with something warm. "...Is that urine?"

"You're getting pissed in, yes."

"Hot... Feels weird more than anything."

"Keep it inside until I say not to."

"Okay."

"I'm gonna pull out. Clench." He pulls on the rat boy's tail.

Max tightens, as hard as he can. It slips out of his ass with a wet, unsettling sound, and he feels a bit of liquid running down his inner thighs.

"Oh hey, you actually held most of it. Nice," Martin compliments, tucking his cock back into his jeans.

"I'm glad you're proud of me."

"I am proud of you." He comes up behind Max and wraps his arms gently around his upper body, his fingers sinking into the softness of Max's chest.

"Now what?" the rat boy asks as his stud pulls away.

"There's a drain right under you. Let it out in there. Squat down. Yup."

Max crouches and lines his tightly clenched ass up with the drain in the shower floor.

"Tail up, cutie."

"Ugh."

Martin pulls his tail up himself. "Now you're good to go."

Max relaxes, but nothing comes out.

"You have to push, dummy."

"Yeah?" Max sounds actually worried.

"Come on."

It comes out with a lot of squelching noises. "That's disgusting, why did you make me do this?" Max hides his face in his hands.

"Why is it disgusting?" the deer boy asks, smug, looming over him.

"I'm pathetically farting out your pee from inside me. I can't believe I just said that." His cheeks are burning red.

"There's not a lot of it left."

"If I let you hurt my balls, will you agree to cut this part out later?"

"Does it upset you?"

"I could cry right now."

"Poor thing. You're almost done."

The last of the urine is blown out of Max's sloppy asshole.

"Stay still." Martin goes to grab the nearest shower head and turn on the water. "You're going home clean." After Max's ass is thoroughly wet, his loving fingers start to run over it. With Max's implied consent, he even sticks one inside for a moment. "Stand up, we'll get you dry and go home." He goes to get his phone, stopping the recording.

"Your place or mine?"

"I wasn't implying that."

"I deserve a proper date after this."

"Very fair, Max."