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Ruslan was at the nightclub again, and had just purchased a drink before eying up the rest of the clientele. A week back, he'd picked up the number of a cute buck at the grocery store, but they were working a night shift tonight, and Ruslan needed a release sooner rather than later.

With a sip from his cocktail, his search a night companion began. He scanned the scene; lots of people, showing off their club looks and dancing to the beat. Nobody caught his eye. Nobody, until some time after his third—or maybe fourth drink, he couldn't remember—that he spotted a quarry. A slutty looking husky across the bar, who more than twice now looked his way, giving him a sly winks. Or maybe they weren't that sly, and he was just drunk.

Accustomed to the technique of navigating crowds with his large stature, he appeared lithe and graceful. It was a simple accident in the end, attributed not to his size or beginning inebration, just unforeseen circumstances outside anyones control. A smooth movement to go around someone ended with the big cat's foot bumping into a shorter patron who'd approached from behind him. The sound of their drink hitting the floor only barely audible above the music.

“Shit, I'm sorry," Ruslan said, whipping around to see a small otter, head barely higher off the ground than his knees, backing away from the mess. Ruslan also noticed they'd dropped their phone, and quickly picked it up before any liquid damage could occur. He carefully brushed it free of any stray glass, then handed it back to the stranger. He spoke loudly to be heard over the music, “Hey, you okay? Let me buy you a new drink."

The otter, named Jaycob, or Jay for short, looked up at the sabertooth cat as he took his phone. This was a cat, wearing a mesh shirt and tight shorts, he could definitely ogle for a long time. Jay simply nodded at Ruslan's offer, instead of trying to shout back. They flagged a server down and explained the mess, who in return came quickly with a broom and dustpan.

The two went back to the bar to order Jay's replacement drink. The counter had a built in lift for smaller folks, and Jay rode it to the top. Ruslan crossed his arms and leaned on the counter. “I'm Ruslan, what's your name?"

“Jay, nice to meet you!"

“Alright Jay, go ahead and order," he turned to the bartender, “and put it on my tab, please."

“A Smooching Cupid?" Jay requested of the bartender.

Ruslan confidently hummed and ordered one for himself as well. “Make that two." The bartender got to work pouring the ingredients together, and Ruslan turned to the otter. “So, what brings you out tonight?"

“Just a good time. Plans fell through to hang out with friends, so," Jay gestured around, “here I am!"

“Well lucky me, I'll be your friend tonight," said Ruslan with a wink.

With new drinks, they moved to a small table, a little further away from the din of the club. Ruslan boldly traced a hand down the otters side. “I think you're pretty cute," he said.

“And you're the tallest drink of water in here," giggled Jay, taking a sip from his glass.

“How 'bout we finished up these drinks and head back to my place. Get to know each other a little better?"

Jay considered the option of clearly proposed sex for only a moment. Why not be a little carefree tonight, he must've thought to himself. “Okay, sure. As long as your shirt stays on." Ruslan chuckled in response, taking another sip of his drink. He did enjoy the taste of the Smooching Cupid, he might have to take one to go. If they even did that.

—

A single light illuminated the two in the kitchen, Ruslan leaning over the counter while Jay stood on it. His maw hung open as Jay ran his tongue up and down his long canines, sucking lightly at the ivory tips. His heavy breath rumbled down at him, and Ruslan licked over the top of Jay's head, who moved to kiss the underside of Ruslan's chin. He made progress downward, planting kisses under the cats jaw, then neck. He braced himself on Ruslan's chest with his hands, and ran his lips around the cats right teat.

Thick furry arms wrapped around him, still positioned in a way to let him continue suckling. “Let's get somewhere a little more comfortable, eh?" he slurred a little in his speech, but Jay didn't mind. He let himself be carried away to whatever destination the big cat had in store.

Swinging open the bedroom door, Ruslan fell back onto his large bed, bouncing a little, but he held the otter firm in his arms. “Now you can keep going where you where going," he smiled.

Free from his cozy embrace, Jay kissed over Ruslan's chest to his left nipple. He opened his mouth wide to suckle on it, licking at the teat, flicking it with his tongue. Ruslan rested one hand behind his head, the other going to rest upon Jay's butt, tapping it lightly, not wanting to use too much force on the little guy. “Mmf," Ruslan moaned, “keep going…"

Jay turned back to the other nipple, teasing it a little with his fingers before lavishing it with his tongue, tasting everything it had to offer. He moaned when Ruslan's middle finger pushed between his cheeks, circling around his hole. Catching his breath, he looked up at Ruslan. Th cat's half-lidded eyes glowing in the darkness encouraged him to continue.

Jay turned around and laid eyes on the feline's cock. It throbbed in the air, begging for attention, and Jay was eager to oblige. Although it nearly rivaled his entire body in size, he held no fear of failing to satisfy—he'd give it his all. His paws pressed into the thicker, tougher fur growing around the crotch, and sat himself just below Ruslan's navel. Wrapping his legs around the base, he hugged the warm length to him, feeling Ruslan's heartbeat through it. His own smaller dick, pressed between him and it, produced a small drop of pre.

He ginned, licking his lips, then sealed his lips around the slit, tasting of tangy copper. With his paws he stroked as much of the cock as he could reach. His efforts quickly proved fruitful in the form of pre filling his mouth, which he guzzled down hungrily while some leaked through the seal of his lips. Behind him, Ruslan began to snore.

Jay stopped his pleasuring ministrations to look at Ruslan. His head lolled to the side, mouth open and tongue hanging out, eyes shut. Deep in his rising and falling chest, a breathy rumble billowed out. He was fast asleep.

Jay considered his options. He could stop, either try to sleep too, or even leave. Or… not. Jay turned back, stroking the heavy meat. Who knows how long he'd been asleep, surely he didn't mind.

Pre dribbled out of the tip, and Jay smeared it around, lubricating the shaft with the thick fluid. His paws glide over the thick veins, the surface shining in the scant light of the bedroom. Jay put his maw back over the slit, getting drunk on the fluid. He pushed his head down, the cock sliding over his snout, then his eyes. He managed to squelch his entire head inside, and judging by the increased production of pre, the cock liked having him there.

If he could fit this far in… how much further could he go? With a little effort, Jay braced his paws against the cock head and pulled. His head popped out, and he heard Ruslan moan in his sleep. It didn't matter too much if he woke up now, Jay was out for cum.

He pushed his paws easily into the warm embrace of the opening, sliding easily inwards up to his elbows. He pushed his arms apart, seeing just how much it would stretch. The viscous darkness of the urethra gazed back at him; it might be a tight fit, but a fit nonetheless.

He leaned his head in, squishing himself inside, the musty air of the cum tube filling his nostrils. Carefully he stood up, taking a proper diving position and pushing more of himself inside. The cock lips wrapped around his belly, precum leaked down his bod, aiding his devourement and pooling around his feet.

The underside of Ruslan's cock bulged with Jay's form: the somewhat defined shapes of his arms, head, and chest. It throbbed hungrily for more, lifting Jay up with a flex. Jay's progress slowed, given that he couldn't actively shove himself inside. He didn't have to find a solution though, one came to him. His feetpaws, drenched in pre, slipped. Jay fell while wrapped in cock flesh, thudding against Ruslan's lower belly. Now with the cock laying horizontally, his body was now streamlined to be swallowed.

The sudden movement, the foreplay, the struggling of the otter within it, all together brought Ruslan astounding unconscious pleasure from his nethers. Were he awake, he might've yelled as his cock attempted to ejaculate, but he only snored on.

Jay lay still, unable to move much in either direction, when the fleshy wet walls around him squeezed hard. Moments later, a deluge of cum rushed past his paws and smacked into his face. The pressure forced it into his mouth, down his throat. None of it escaped around him, indeed with each pulse of Ruslan's climax, Jay was pulled inside. It was swallowed him, while cum flooded his stomach. Standing itself up in the air as it came, limp otter legs disappearing into the cock, followed by the last few inches of tail.

Jay's cock ground into the slimy walls while he was swallowed, heightening his own sexual arousal. The thick semen filled his stomach and then some, more than likely finding its way into his intestines. Being so thoroughly used and powerless, Jay came, rocking his hips as much as he could to pleasure his cock. His cum would flow with him down Ruslan's manhood.

On the last vestiges of climax, the bulge in the urethral tract sunk down out of sight. With the flow of cum abated, Jay was able to breath again. At this depth, his body flowed easily in the tight tunnel through the milky prostate. He idled there only for a moment, then he was shunted into the right testicle. He curled up, the smooth walls of the fairly empty balls providing some slight warmth. He burped, bringing back up some of that salty taste, and closed his eyes.

Ruslans cock deflated, a single drop of cum stretching down to land on his thick crotch fur.

—

Ruslan jolted awake at the shrill sound of his alarm, sunlight glaring in through the shades. He jumped out of bed, immediately struck by the now familiar sensation of heavy balls. Remembering only flashes of the events from last night, he figured that he'd done it again. Somehow… someone had slipped inside his balls. He couldn't remember their name, but he had to get them out—NO, he couldn't, he was late and he had to leave his house immediately.

Ruslan grumbled to himself as he washed his face with cold water. He shook his fur dry, patting it down to look somewhat presentable. He dressed himself while his large sack swayed in the air. Briefs to assist in hiding his sac, and sweats to further conceal any bulges. Finally, one of his better hoodies.

Jay woke up to his surroundings bumping around. Cum now partially filled his cell, but he couldn't see very well at all. He felt the nutsack swing from side to side in rhythm, and then settle on a hard surface. He couldn't hear much at all either he found, just a dull rumbling. Too tired to struggle much, he bathed in the cum bath and wondered where his host was taking him.

Ruslan had taken the bus to his destination, where he disembarked and walked the short distance to a brunch eatery. He saw his friends already there with an outside table, and he sat down next to Diego, a gorilla friend of his. He felt subtle movements in his balls, figuring his one night stand—now turning more into just one night—was awake. He chatted about the week, and they laughed at some jokes.

Midway taking a bite out of his brunch, a skillet of egg, potato, and ham, he felt something. A stirring in his loins. He swallowed down his food and leaned back, gripping the arms of his chair. He grunted, feeling his testicle squeeze over its occupant, then release. Over and over until, finally, he felt the slick form slide from it, into his prostate, then transfer back into his left testicle.

He swore he broke a tooth, staying stone still but otherwise giving nothing away. Someone made a joke about seeing a ghost. As a whole, the gathering was thereafter uneventful, though still a pleasant time.

Diego turned to him and asked, “After this, want go shopping? I could use a second opinion."

Ruslan raised his paws, “Oh, ah, I mean I don't—"

“Come on, I really need the help! I already asked everyone else." Diego placed his hand on Ruslan's thigh with a gentle squeeze. “I'll make it worth your while?" He said with a wink.

“...Alright," Ruslan grinned at the lascivious gorilla, “I'm in."

As it got time to leave, the two paid their bills and left. Taking Diego's car to a somewhat top-end clothing boutique, one Ruslan had never been to before. Walking up to the entrance behind Diego, he felt his erection growing. He stopped on the sidewalk to covertly hide his erection, adjusting his length into his waistband.

Diego had been looking around at the selection clothing, not noticing the erotic conundrum taking place behind him. “So! I heard this place had some really nice material. Maybe you can get some for yourself—" he turned to see Ruslan still outside, “hey, everything okay buddy?"

“Yeah. Yep." Just in time. That situation would've been irreparable. “Just stretching." He stretched his arms out to his sides to illustrate. He walked inside the store, its ambience replacing the background noise of the city.

“Ah, wise to limber up before I return your favor." Diego groped lewdly at Ruslan's crotch.

“Oohh, fuck you Diego-"

“That's the idea."

“You're lucky there's no one around." He slapped Diego's hand away. Then they heard footsteps.

They both faced the approaching store clerk like students at a boarding school. “Hello, welcome to UrbanE Clothes! Let me know if you need any assistance."

“Thanks, will do!" Diego replied, who then got to work perusing through the ailes, the metal hangers sliding along the racks with a snipping sound. “Come on big cat. What do you think of these?" Diego held two shirts out for Ruslan to judge. One showed a repeating ice pops, the other had tesselated bananas of various colors.

Ruslan pointed at the banana one. “Bananas?"

“Bananas. One of my favorite things. Both the fruit, and the appendage it represents."

“Technically an herb…" But Diego was already out of earshot, heading towards the changing stalls in the back with the banana shirt and some pants he'd chosen without his help. Ruslan waited outside, idly tapping his phone. He thought he'd have to get his friend out of his balls pretty soon, it was quite rude to have taken him for this long of a ride.

Diego burst out of the changing room, wearing the well-fitted shirt, with plain white chinos. The trim clothes accentuated the gorilla's bulging arms and round belly, and notably his crotch. “Rus, you have got to try one of these on. As a friend, I'm having you try one." He flagged the nearby store clerk. “Excuse me, could you find a pair of these," he gestured to his clothed legs, “in his size?"

The clerk blushed, glancing at the gorilla's crotch only once, but professionaly said nothing. A few measurements later, they found a pair for the sabretooth cat. In less than a moment it seemed, Ruslan was alone in the changing room. He heard Diego chatting with the clerk just outside, and resigned himself to try on the pants. Standing in just his briefs and socks, he looked over the chinos. They were more fitted than what he usually wore, and certainly more tight than the baggy sweats. Oh well.

With one leg in, he stood on one foot to put the other through. He pulled them up his fuzzy thighs, until they covered his bum, his tail wagging behind him. The final obstacle: his bulge. There was simply no way about it. His sac was too bloated. He tried pushing down on his bulge, feeling the otters body squirm in response, and zipping up at the same time. He felt his cock become erect, and tried to zip up faster, only succeeding at increasing the pleasure he felt.

Unprompted and unwanted, his full mast peaked over his waistband. Jay continued to squirm inside as his surroundings tightened, and Ruslan was powerless to stop the pleasure from washing over him in a climax. He grit his teeth. Two pulses, and he felt the otter get pulled from his sack. Another three, and he bulged out his hard cock. There, his orgasm ended.

“Nngh," he panted, coming down from on high. He noticed that he could still feel the otter in his slowly softening penis. In the mirror, he saw his own reddened face, and around his waist, peaking out of his cock tip, he saw the head of an otter. He looked down and recognized the face of his date. “Jay!"

Diego called to him from the other side of the door. “What was that? Everything okay in there? You don't need daddy to come help do you?"

“Fuck off!" Ruslan replied quickly. He had to deal with his package. Luckily there was no cum to clean up, all of it blocked by Jay. “You okay in there?" he quietly asked.

“Yeah, thanks for asking. A little hungover." He was beginning to sink back into Ruslan's balls. “Uh, actually could you let me out?" He wiggled a little, trying to squirm his way out of the shaft.

Ruslan breathed out slowly, the slick otter sliding down his sensitive shaft. “Uh, no, because, well, they'd ask where you came from. It's fine, I'll let you out soon!" He pushed down on Jay's snout with his thumb, hiding him away completely.

“Come on out! Let's see!" Diego called out.

“Alright!" With Jay outside his balls, Ruslan could wrangle the rest of the zipper up. Then he gently massaged the underside of his cock, pushing the Jay out of sight into his pants. Finally, he tucked his soft dick into his waistband.

“Here I am!" He swung open the door. The effect the chinos had on the Diego replicated itself on Ruslan, his thighs and calves on display. Both the clerk Diego openly ogled Ruslan's package.

“Bro, you've got some serious balls…" He chuckled at himself. “Looking pretty tasty. What do you think?" He turned to the clerk.

“R-right, they accentuate your… form… very well!"

“Leave them alone. I'm gonna take these off."

“No no! You've got to have them. I'll buy them for you, my gift."

Ruslan grumbled, but allowed Diego to buy the clothes. They thanked the clerk, who politely declined Diego's number, and drove away.

—

Diego drove with one hand on the wheel, the other on his friends bulge. “So who's the lucky guy?" he said, caressing his thumb over the top. Beneath the cloth, Ruslan's sweaty cock stirred, and his balls churned.

“This cute otter I picked up at a bar last night."

“Pretty hot if this is what they like to get up to."

“Yeah, I guess I was pretty lucky." Ruslan omitted not knowing just how the otter ended up in his nutsack.

Diego laughed. “Nothing better than finding someone who's a bit of a freak."

They turned up at Ruslan's house, Diego shifting into park. “So. You mind if I come in?"

Ruslan smirked at him. “You want a good chance to play with these balls, huh?"

“You bet I do. Look, I'm half hard." Diego pointed at his own crotch, where, admittedly, his own bulge pressed out his pants.

He smirked, “Come in then."

He undressed in his bedroom, finally allowing his balls to breathe fresh air. Hopefully their occupant would be breathing fresh air soon as well. Diego stripped as well, revealing his barrely torso. He walked behind Ruslan and wrapped his thick black furred arms around his waist, his head only reaching up past Ruslan's navel. With one hand caressing his chest, the other fondled his manhood. “Mmh, so full," Diego breathed.

“Now let's see who we've got in here…" he brushed through the pubic fur and massaged around the base of his cock. It hardly needed any tending to get hard again, it leaked out a clear drop of pre at Diego's minute touch. His balls twitched, the otter inside sensing his freedom, or his balls just preparing another load.

Diego stroked along Ruslan's length slowly, carefully spreading the pre. Ruslan felt his face heat up in arousal, breathing heavy with his mouth hanging open. “Should we let our little friend out now?" Diego whispered, soft lips kissing around his waist, and his other hand rising up to tease Ruslan's nipple. Ruslan's cock had been begging for release the entire day, it pulsed rock hard in Diego's hand, as if to answer yes. Yes, please fucking yes.

“Come on, let out a big load for me." Diego's slow rhythm never faltered. Fingers squeezing around the thick base, sliding all the way to the pre-slicked tip, twisting around the head before coming back down and starting all over again. He lifted his prehensile foot up to caress Ruslan's heavy balls. He never stopped whispering encouragement. “You can do it. I can feel how ready you are." He rubbed his perinuem. “Just a little more…"

“...Fuck…" Ruslan whined, pleasure spiking in his entire body, he practically went limp.

With two strong hands caressing his balls and one on his cock, it's a miracle Ruslan lasted as long as he did. He cried out as the irreversible climax spread from his cock tip throughout his body. He grunted with each wave, his cock drooling as it pulsed.

“Fuck yeah, here it comes." Diego felt Ruslan's balls clench, and cum spurted from his cock tip, spreading over his hands. At the fourth pulse, Diego felt the balls shrink a bit. Looks like Jay had managed to get out. Another throb, and they shrunk down further, the otter being sucked into Ruslan's body. “Keep going!"

With Diego's expert ministrations, Ruslan's orgasm lasted much longer than normal. The beginning of Jay's bulge reappeared along the underside of his cock, Diego's continued masturbation almost pushing him back in. Ruslan moaned, each subsequent pulse of his climax pushing more and more of Jay into his cock. Finally, Jay's head pushed out the tip, a loud gasp sounding his arrival. One final contraction shoots him fully out onto the bed, joining the rest of the seed he'd been fermenting in.

“Aw, a cute little thing, isn't he? Been in there so long it's like you have a son."

Jay gulped in air as he lay still, fresh air cooling his lungs. Every square inch of him oozed Ruslan's spunk, every void within him filled with it. Exhausted from his stay in the big cat's sac, he didn't move even as he felt a thick tongue cleaning him off with long licks. Diego's head entered his vision. He swallowed the collected cum in mouth, his throat bulging with the amount now sliding into his belly. “Tastes so good, I might just gobble him up myself!"

The two larger men looked down at the smaller one. The shorter one, a gorilla—still hard—while the taller one he recognized as Ruslan. The gorilla spoke, “What do you say little guy? Wanna go at it with the two of us?"

Jay smiled.