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The stuffy locker room air was filled with the smells of young studs. Hanging off his locker door Trip seemed sick, half his body literally in the locker. The otter sensed his buddy Mac walking over to him, the German Shepherd slapping his paw on his shoulder, "Hey Trip, you feeling alright?"

Trip had a knot stuck in his chest and he couldn't breathe as the dog stood naked next to him. When he saw the male's soft, hung cut cock just hanging there, he was lost for words. Forcing the knot out and stuttering he said, "Nah man! I don't feel good!"

The dog looked down at him with a confused stare, "OooKAY, I'll leave you alone..."

As Mac walked away, Trip felt a blissful shiver run up his spine. He had to support himself on his locker. Turning his head, a nervous sweat slid down his cheek. Watching the dog's round, solid ass cheeks swaying back and forth as he moved; Trip swore he saw the pink of Mac's pucker as his tail moved to the side. Gasping through the sheer pleasure of the dirty thoughts flowing through his head, the otter reached out and grasped the edges of his thick foreskin, forcing back his moan as he peeled the extra bit of flesh back over two rows of medium sized ball bearings in his pierced cock, three pairs, six in total. Looking over his shoulder, he gave Mac one last look before openly muttering to himself, "God I wanna lick that furry hole!"

As he teasingly stroked his foreskin over those thick metal beads, he was ready to all out jerk himself off, thick globs of pre dripping from his piss hole. Sticking his ass out, he exposed his own pucker to the open air, tightening his ass muscles as if he were waiting for another guy's cock! Something in the back of his head shocked him awake, "What did I say!?" In a panic, he dropped his aching prick between his legs and grabbed his clothes. Putting them on in a hurry, he nearly zipped his hung, softening meat in the zipper. He panted, dashing out of the locker room with a big stain forming on his right pant leg.

The otter huffed nervously, running his fingertips over his swimmer built arms, "I don't know Professor Roo... I'm just having these strong feelings for other guys that I can't explain..." he admitted as the kangaroo assistant in the blue, buttoned down lab adjusted the helmet like device on his head.

The kangaroo smiled at him, "Well Trip...isn't that the reason why volunteered for the procedure in the first place?"

Sitting on the lab counter, looking past his feet at his clothes on the floor, the otter thought long and hard, not even concerned that he was naked. He seemed genuinely confused for a moment before nodding his head, "Yeah! Yeah it is!"

Smiling as he locked the door, dimmed the lights, and closed the shades on the windows; the kangaroo walked over to his subject on the counter and reached up to pull the tinted visor over the otter's eyes. With a wicked grin he said, "And I'm sure Professor Lion would like to hear about the results of your final session..."

As he naturally slid off the counter and position himself with his ass raised in the air, Trip stared into the dark visor in front of him, "I hope he can fix whatever is wrong with me."

The professor's assistance grinned as he slowly undid the buttons to his lab coat, revealing his muscular arms and torso as well as his round, solid muscle gut, "Oh, I'm sure he can..." Reaching up, he flicked the switch on the back of the otter's mind alteration helmet and Trip instantly straightened up his back. Tongue sliding back and forth over his lips, the jock moaned, drool sliding down the length of his jaw.

Sucking through his teeth, the roo fondled his already oiled uncut meat, getting up real close to where the otter's ear would be beneath the helmet. He then asked in a quiet, soothing voice, "Now Trip...you're dreaming again. Who is in the dream with you?"

Trip groaned, panting erotically as the professor grinded his thick, seven inch cock against his aching butthole, "His name's...his name's Mac..."

"And does Mac have a big, hot cock?"

The otter hesitated; he had to put his hands down on the counter to support himself as his knees shook from the bliss of the prick grinding against his hole. Forcing himself to speak through a moan, "Yes...yes he does professor..."

"And what should Mac do with that big, hot cock?"

Trip whimpered; that last little bit of resistance sneaking back to the surface. He tried to struggle, but the weight of the roo was forced on him. "Trip?"

Gasping and taking hold of his own pierced meat, Trip hesitated to say, "I would so...love...for him to put it in me?"

The roo chuckled, "Yes Trip..."

Trip gasped and whimpered, feeling that hard cock head pushing past the ring of his tight hole. "Oh fuck! It hurts!"

As the otter reached back to push the roo away, the beefy male grabbed his neck, "Now Trip, you know it only hurts when you resist..."

Trip suddenly relaxed, moaning as the cock sank deep inside him, drooling, "...but it will always feel good if I give in." he said in a mindless state. He sprawled out over the counter, reaching with his right paw to stroke his aching pierced meat between his legs as the kangaroo started to slam into his hole. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah Mac! Fuck me!" Lying there on the counter, drooling on its surface, even the tapping of the roo's heavy sac against his own sent incredible sensations throughout his body. Feeling his ankles lifted into the air, he didn't retort. All he could moan was, "I..love...CAWK!"

The last moment the roo pounded into his hole, Trip's body twitched. Sliding back his foreskin one last time, he moaned as his cock twitched, spraying copious amounts of cum all over the counter beneath him. As the roo pulled from deep within him, he collapsed as if that male's thick rod was the only thing holding him up.

When Trip could finally stand again, the helmet was pulled off his head and he stared at Professor Roo with wide, dilated eyes. "Now Trip, how do you feel?"

The otter swayed and then smiled, "Awesome Professor Roo...now that I had your fat cawk in me!"

The professor chuckled at the altered jock's choice of words, "Excellent...now there is something I need you to do for me. You mentioned your friend, Mac..."

The smell of sweaty jocks filled the air as Mac lay naked on a counter with his legs spread, a familiar helmet with wires covering most of his head and two of his fingers deep in his hole. The dog moaned with his free paw pushing Trip's head down over his needy cock until the otter near gagged. "H...how are we doing...professor?" he asked with such sincerity.

Professor Roo chuckled at the two slutty jocks, checking the results on his computer, "You're doing great fellas! Professor Lion will surely be satisfied with these results..."

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