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This story contains M/M sex between multiple consenting adults, light bondage and a variety of hands-free lewdness. It was written in June 2024 as a personal story thanks to the kind support of folks on my Patreon! :3

[center][b][u]A Hands-Free Orgy[/u][/b][/center]

Vincent was already rock hard by the time he got to the coat-check area, but he was far from the only one. He blushed and nodded as he listened to one of the supervisors of the night's event check the details he'd signed up with, and began to nod with extra vigour alongside an eager, audible affirmation when he was asked one final time to confirm his enthusiastic consent for what was taking place that night. At the same time, three other guys were being welcomed in a similar manner, and like Vincent himself once the formalities were dealt with, the supervisors began to undress them. The labrador began to assist, of course. It seemed only natural. But as he did so, the tall, lean maned wolf who was attending to him in particular chuckled and gently placed his hands upon Vincent's wrists.

"Sir, please allow me. After all, no sense in you using your hands now, when you won't be for the rest of the night."

With his face flushing beneath his rich brown fur, the labrador whimpered, but nodded and allowed the other man to resume disrobing him without his assistance. Taking off not just his jacket, but his shirt, his pants, and finally his underwear until the dog was standing, trembling with excitement and crimson cheeked as he looked around the room and saw the other attendees checking each other out. Checking [i]him[/i] in all his erect and throbbing glory out too, just like he was checking out their bodies in return. Vincent's fingers flexed, and for a split second he almost moved his arms towards his crotch. Before he could begin to do so though, he watched another of the men who'd been invited into the coat-check area at the same time as him beat him to it. He watched as the fluffy, slightly plump bobcat stared at another of the guys there with them, a taller and more muscular wolf who was not only hard but already dripping a rather liberal amount of pre-cum from his quivering cock, and clearly enthralled by the wolf's body reached to wrap a paw around his own erection.

Like lightning, not one but two of the coat-check supervisors darted back to the bobcat's side from where they had been folding up clothes to be stored until their owners were ready to depart again. Each one of them grabbed one of the feline male's arms, and though not seeking to harm the bobcat in any way did pull his hands not just out of reach of his straining and pulsing cock, but around behind his back. The bobcat mewled in shock, but only for a moment before his face burned scarlet beneath its fluffy fur with embarrassment.

"O-oh, right..."

He giggled as he looked back at the two figures who had grabbed him.

"Sorry, I wasn't even thinking. Guess that's why you've got the bindings for all of us rather than this just being an honours system thing, huh?"

Despite the urgency with which they'd grappled the naked feline, the supervisors grinned, and a brief while later not just the bobcat but all four of the now naked men present, Vincent included, were [i]bound[/i] as they had known that they would be from the very first time they read about today's event. Their arms were held together behind their backs crossed at the wrists, and each and every one of them moaned audibly as while watching a leather covering being wrapped around the others' forearms from wrists to just below their elbows, they felt the same sort of harness being wrapped around their own limbs. Several belt-like straps were tightened to ensure that the bindings couldn't be slipped out of no matter how much the person wearing them flailed and struggled, though of course the supervisors dressing them up were careful to ensure that no-one was left in any discomfort from their newly bound state, and then, finally, gloves were wrapped around their hands. Or rather, not so much gloves as thick, padded leather mittens that left their hands utterly useless, so even the most resourceful figure couldn't think to reach out and use their hands on an object or person directly behind them.

Thus, they were ready for the party. Naked, and allowed to do whatever they pleased with whoever they pleased, just so long as they obeyed one singular constraint; that their actions remained completely and utterly hands free.

"Enjoy your evening!"

The coat-check room supervisor who had been attending to Vincent beamed warmly as she and the others ushered the horny, naked foursome towards the door at the far end of the room from which they'd entered. Another of the supervisors opened it as they approached, the wolf leading the way, the bobcat behind him, with Vincent third and the last of their group, a totally furless, beautifully smooth, pink skinned mouse behind the labrador. No sooner had the door been opened though, Vincent lost sight of the two men in front of him, and the mouse behind him vanished from his thoughts with equal swiftness. Suddenly all he could focus on, all he could experience were the sounds and scents that flooded out of the newly opened door. A door which must have been soundproofed in order to keep such a cacophony at bay, because truly never in all his life had Vincent heard such copious amounts of wild, unabashedly obvious and explicit sex being had all at once as he did in that instant.

Eyes wide and muzzle open, panting half in lustful exertion and half to fill his senses with even more of the hot, thick musk of sweat and cum and body-heat generated humidity that permeated the air which washed into the coat-check room and over him, the brown furred dog stumbled towards the door. He rushed as fast as his trembling legs would carry him, torso bending forward and tail stretched out behind him for balance, and merely a second or so after he stepped into the main area where today's event was being held, Vincent was no longer just [i]listening[/i] to the orgy that he had been counting down the hours towards for weeks now, but was finally [i]there[/i].

A split-second later, even as Vincent raised his head and felt his cock throbbing wildly, his already swelling knot aching for contact that his hands were incapable of offering as they strained instinctively within their bonds, he was denied the opportunity to look around. Before he could make sense of the countless colours and moving bodies and moaning, whimpering, howling, squeaking, grunting, bellowing noises erupting from every corner of the huge space which lay beyond that air-lock-like entryway, something crashed into him from behind. It knocked him off balance, and of course, with no hands free to brace himself, sent Vincent immediately crashing to the ground half on his belly, half on his side. There was no pain though, just surprise as Vincent felt his head spin with the sudden and disorienting impact, because when he hit the ground, he found it not at all solid. The floor beneath his now prone, bare body was a thick, smooth vinyl covered layer of soft and impact absorbing foam. A floor that stretched out in brightly coloured blocks in an open arena for a little stretch, before out of that multicoloured and padded flooring a vast array of equally bright and wildly wacky structures emerged.

Yet again though, before Vincent could probably register all that he was seeing, before he could fully process the fact that this event space was clearly a repurposed or perhaps even custom built, now adults only soft play centre, his attention was drawn away once more. Or rather this time it was drawn back to a prior source, namely the one responsible for knocking him over just seconds ago. The figure who had fallen with him, and who Vincent was only now realising was still lying, squirming atop him, squeaking both bashfully and lustfully as the dog felt something hot and stiff and urgently twitching rubbing against his fluffy furred buttocks.

"S-sorry, I didn't... I was so focused looking around, I didn't know you'd stopped. I... o-ohhh..."

The mouse gasped as he tried once again without access to his arms to pull himself to his knees, only to only succeed in arching his hips for a moment before dropping back down again and pushing his cock more firmly between Vincent's cheeks. A squeak of embarrassed lust escaped the furless rodent, but even that sound turned into a soft giggle of delight as Vincent whined happily back, and shook his head as he craned his neck around to regard the rosy cheeked man who seemed every bit as dazed and elated by his current situation as the labrador himself.

"All good. Hhh... hey... I know you just got here too, so, nnh... no worries if you wanna look around and explore a bit, first, but..."

He didn't even have to finish the sentence before he received his answer. Vincent's eyes widened, and he grunted in pleasure as he felt his own body being pushed down against the soft vinyl covered foam beneath him, cock throbbing between the cool material and his fluffy belly, while the mouse immediately began to jerk his hips. To thrust, grind, and hump against the labrador's ass with a speed that betrayed just how unbearably worked up the cute, bare skinned rodent was.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhh!"

Vincent closed his eyes at first, just focusing on the feeling of that man, that total stranger he had only laid eyes upon for the first time mere minutes ago as they disrobed together, starting to buck and rut against his ass like it was the most natural thing in the world. He could already feel pre-cum dribbling out between his buttocks. He could already feel the mouse's cock starting to twitch more rapidly, and the labrador got the distinct impression that his new lover, his first of the evening at this event, wasn't going to last long at all. That was more than okay with Vincent though, and after he'd taken a little time to indulge in the feeling and focus on the sound of the mouse squeaking, gasping and humping him without any means or even attempt to fully penetrate his actual asshole, he lifted his head. He felt the mouse's gasping breaths between his shoulders as the mouse's upper body lay flat against his back, pushing down to provide leverage with which his hips could thrust without the aid of his arms, and took that time to finally look around. To see the bright and padded apparatus of the soft play centre stretched out before him, a perfect place to house an orgy full of people prone to falling flat on their faces, and to finally witness just a fraction of the rest of the bliss being shared by its dozens of other attendees.

The labrador's own hips rocked against the floor, not quite humping but definitely grinding his erection against the vinyl as just a few metres away he watched an otter and fennec fox standing a foot or so apart, panting, grinning at one another but saying nothing as they rocked and wiggled their hips from side to side, and repeatedly, teasingly grazed the tips of their six inch cocks together. The vinyl mat beneath them was glazed and glistening with a pool of pre-cum the size of which betrayed how long they must have been at it, as did the drool running down both sides of the fennec's muzzle, and the heavy-lidded, cross-eyed, drunken expression on the otter's features. Vincent was about to look away, to move on to yet another of the many, many intoxicating sights on show, when all of a sudden the fennec's legs bowed outward, his knees and feet turning away from one another as he staggered and struggled to maintain even a more wide legged, stable stance. Even though the fennec was incredibly lean in all his proportions, it was then that Vincent noticed just how obscenely thick and swollen his knot was. And in that instant, as the labrador wondered just how long it had been since the fennec got here, and how long he had been fooling around with the otter or perhaps multiple other guys with little or no stimulation applied to his needy knot at all, the fennec threw back his head in a shrill, piercing yip of ecstasy.

"Mnnn-hhhhh!!"

Behind him, astride his back, Vincent heard the mouse give a surprisingly guttural groan of rapture, and felt ribbons of cum starting to paint his ass and the base of his tail as it wagged as best it could while pinned between him and the mouse. In the same instant, with his eyes still locked on the couple ahead of him, the chocolate labrador watched the fennec cum too. The other canid's cock pulsed wildly, virtually slapping against its owner's slim stomach and pulling away from contact with the otter's own still spasming but clearly not quite orgasmic erection as a burst of cum less like a string or streak and more like a singular, sustained high pressure eruption poured forth and struck the otter's chest, chin, and his flushed, gasping face. That first spurt must have lasted at least three seconds before it broke off into more regular eruptions each accompanying another urgent twitch of the fennec's cock, but even as he yelped and bucked his hips forward against the air, Vincent could see the desperation in his eyes. The terror, the anguish of realising that as incredible as it was to finally be cumming, it didn't feel nearly as good as it [i]could[/i] feel because of the lack of contact. After goodness only knew how long waiting, feeling his body primed and ready to erupt in that orgasm earned without the direct stimulation to his knot that was key for most canids to achieve climax successfully, the orgasm itself was being wasted, ruined in the exact same way.

Vincent looked to the otter, hoping the other man would understand, hoping that he'd know what to do. To his dismay though he saw the cum-streaked otter giggling, moaning as his own unsatisfied cock continued to twitch while he was bathed in another thick rope of the fennec's cum. He wasn't teasing or taunting the other man. He wasn't trying to be mean. But in his still aroused and insatiably horny state, he was just enjoying the cum bath that he had caused without even paying any more attention to the man providing it for him.

Before he could think, before he could give himself time to hesitate, Vincent felt his body moving. With his shoulders pushing down against the mat, he rolled himself onto his side, tipping the panting, giggling, spent mouse off his back with a squeak. He bent his knees, making it much easier for him to roll back upright into a kneeling position, and shakily dragged himself to his feet an instant later, only to rush forward and throw himself down upon his knees again, this time directly between the otter and the yelping, cumming, desperately needy fennec.

"[i]Fuck!! [b]Fuck!!![/b][/i]"

The fennec gave a frenzied, shrieking scream as Vincent thrust his head forward and swallowed up the length of the fennec's twitching, cumming cock in one smooth motion, feeling the first ribbon of still freely flowing, rapidly erupting cum strike the back of his throat just as his lips brushed against the uppermost surface of the other canid's knot. Greedily, shamelessly, Vincent wasted no time in sticking his tongue out and sweeping it underneath the bulging, throbbing girth of the other man's knot, and as with all the force he could muster he stimulated the fennec, a grin turned up the corners of his muzzle when he heard the tone of the other man's cries shift. They didn't reduce in intensity or volume, far from it. But all of a sudden where there had been anguish amidst ecstasy, there was only even greater bliss. Where the fennec had been terrified of what he might be missing out on, all of a sudden he was howling in gratitude, in reverent wonder that his body was even capable of experiencing such pure pleasure.

Cum drooled down the corners of Vincent's muzzle as he just knelt there happily and listened, watched, [i]felt[/i] the other man cum his brains out for the remainder of that exceptionally potent and clearly long overdue orgasm. He gulped down string after string of the fennec's seed until finally there was nothing left, and yet even then he only stopped licking, suckling and generally working his muzzle to the best of his abilities around the other canid's cock when he felt the fennec take a stumbling step backwards to escape what was now [i]too much[/i] stimulation for his cock to bear.

Cross-eyed, open mouthed, panting and giggling drunkenly all at once, the fennec fell to his knees in front of Vincent.

"Thank you..."

He panted between gasps for air and overwhelmed bursts of laughter.

"Thank you so, so..."

"Hey, wanna do me next? I didn't get to cum!"

The otter's cock stuffed itself between Vincent and the fennec fox, twitching eagerly and drooling yet more pre-cum as both the other men blinked and glanced up at the body and face to which that cock was attached.

"Man, I kinda wish you hadn't gotten involved. I really wanted to watch him squirm and beg through the whole thing. That would have been hot as fuck. But... mmhh, you can make it up to me by draining [i]my[/i] balls down your throat next, yeah?"

The otter's grin only grew wider and wider as he addressed Vincent, but even though the labrador felt undeniable disdain for the other man and his attitude, his willingness to not just put his own pleasure first but to do so while knowingly making things [i]worse[/i] for another participant at the event, he made himself smile. A wide, warm, enthusiastic smile, as he shook his head.

"No thanks. I think I wanna spend some more time with this guy, just the two of us."

He nodded past the otter's cock as though it wasn't even there to the fennec, who clearly looked more shaken and bashful as he realised that the otter leaving him in such a state of dissatisfaction hadn't just been a case of the other man being too worked up and dazed in his own pleasure to realise that he'd needed something more.

"Wh-? Why that guy? He's cum already. I still need it!"

The otter whined in frustration, but even as he did so, he stepped back. He had after all heard what Vincent had said, clear as day. No. And selfish and needy as he might have been, he knew not to argue. Not to even think about trying to force the issue. What he wanted was irrelevant if the person he wanted it from didn't want it just as much. And thus with a final huff and whimper of longing as he stared down at his own dripping, unsatisfied cock, he turned away and began to hurry off towards the main structures of the soft play centre, no doubt seeking someone who wouldn't have seen or overheard any aspect of what had just transpired to help him forget all about it.

In his wake, the two canids knelt in front of one another. They grinned, and the fennec's already flushed cheeks burned hotter still as he nodded gratefully to the labrador, having used the brief amount of time that had passed to finally catch his breath.

"Thanks, again. That was... fuck, I feel like you just saved my life."

Vincent snorted with laughter and shook his head.

"Hey, it's fine. I know how bad it can feel if your knot doesn't get the attention it needs."

The fennec whined and squirmed as though just thinking about it was still bringing up flashes of the desperation he'd felt. His head bowed forward, but his ears perked up, their inner flesh flushed even deeper pink than was visible through his sandy cheeks as his eyes fell upon Vincent's own still rigid, twitching cock.

"Can I..."

He began, already starting to shuffle forward, before pausing and looking up into the labrador's grinning face.

"N-not that I... not that you need to, if you were just being nice. Just making sure the uh... that other guy left us alone."

Vincent licked his lips.

"I wasn't just being nice. I really would like to spend some more time with you. And, if you wanna make me cum... fuck, that'd be amazing, though we'll have to figure out how we want to make it happen."

Even as he said that, Vincent's eyes found themselves roaming the fennec's body. His panting muzzle with its tongue still partially hanging out. His tail sweeping back and forth behind him just above what seemed like a deliciously tight ass. A cock that while currently spent was still erect, and soon enough would be ready to frot and rub against another shaft all over again. His eyes even briefly fell upon the lower portion of the fennec's legs tucked underneath him, and his own cock throbbed as he considered that while hands weren't allowed, there was no prohibition against anything being done with a pair of footpaws.

"Before that though... before any of that..."

Vincent moaned, half unable to believe that he was denying himself pleasure any longer than he already had while sounds of howling, moaning, whimpering ecstasy rang out all around himself and the fennec.

"Do you wanna make out a bit?"

The fennec's eyes widened, and even though the two of them were in the middle of an orgy, his face flushed even brighter as though he was genuinely shocked by the intimacy of the suggestion.

"I... o-ohhh, I'd really like that, y-yeah."

He responded to the labrador in a breathy, longing whisper as Vincent started to scoot closer to him. The fennec began to shuffle forward himself a moment later, and it wasn't long before their knees touched. They gasped. They giggled. They leaned forward, and the whole rest of the orgy melted away into nothingness once again as Vincent didn't just kiss the cute, recently satisfied yet still rock hard fennec, but pressed his tongue boldly into the other man's maw, and felt the fennec whine around his tongue in ecstasy as they not only began to make out together, but he found himself tasting the lingering remnants of his own cum on the chocolate labrador's tongue as they did so.

It was strange. When Vincent had stepped into that room, into the orgy, he had been so certain that he was going to spend his entire time there darting between as many people, as many different encounters and sensations as possible. And yet even as all around him other men did precisely that; riding a rigid cock spurting inside their asshole one moment, rubbing another spasming, drooling cock with their footpaws the next, or just lying in a heap of half a dozen other bodies grinding and bucking and humping against flesh, fur, scales and other rock hard cocks in a wild frenzy, Vincent found himself drawn to stay with the fennec.

They only stopped making out when both of them were too horny and too desperate to cum, [i]again[/i] in the fennec fox's case and for the first time for Vincent, to delay any longer. Sitting face to face, panting, gasping, they talked even as they jerked one another's knotted erections greedily with the velvety pads of their feet. They got to know one another, trading names and stories of how they'd come to end up on the invite list for this event as they massaged one another's knots with unabashed focus and hunger, and they howled happily in unison as they squeezed one another's cocks between their paws and tilted their cocks to spurt and spray cum all over the other canid's thighs, his cock, and their own feet still stroking and squeezing it through their shared bliss.

After that they scrambled shakily to their feet, but they barely made it to the edge of the soft play equipment before finding some large, soft cubes just big enough for Vincent to sit down upon, and just tall enough for the fennec, Daniel, to scoot up over and settle down on the labrador's lap. Their cocks crossed, touching, rubbing as they kissed again. The fennec scooted closer still until their shafts were pinned between them, and there they sat, rocking, humping, frotting together as best they could while making out until in a moment of unbridled passion Daniel lurched forward as he tried to rub against Vincent harder still, and sent the dog toppling backwards off the cube with him being dragged flailing and yelping along.

They lay on the floor together, giggling, whimpering, for just long enough to realise how they'd fallen. With Daniel still astride Vincent, but now with the labrador's glistening cock, dripping from tip to base with a mix of his and the other man's pre-cum, resting between the fennec's buttocks.

"Fuck me?"

The fennec whined pleadingly, eyes wide and almost as desperate as he'd looked when Vincent saw him cumming unstimulated that first time. Groaning eagerly, desperate both to satisfy the fennec anew [i]and[/i] to bury his cock deep in the other man's ass, he nodded. Even as he felt Daniel starting to wriggle back and try to line up his cock for entry without the benefit of hands to hold them steady though, Vincent gasped. He gasped as he felt something. A pair of toes, smooth and soft skinned without any trace of fur or scales, spreading open and just barely managing to grasp and hold steady the base of his shaft just above his partially swollen knot.

He looked up, and gurgled happily as he saw a familiar figure. The mouse from earlier, standing dwarfed by two other men on either side of him, their own dripping, throbbing erections probably twice as big as the mouse's lean, five or so inch long cock. Daniel looked around too, and he whined in bashful gratitude as he saw what the mouse's footpaw was doing. Holding Vincent's cock in place for him, [i]all[/i] for him.

"T-thank you for earlier. I'd return the favour more directly but... you seem to have found what you wanted tonight. So, I hope this will do?"

The mouse's furless cheeks flushed as he looked not just at Vincent, but at both of them as he said that, and grinned when both canids blushed hotter still, but beamed and wagged their tails without the slightest attempt to deny how happy they were to be there together. Their happiness only grew however when moments later the fennec fox began to sink down onto the now stably oriented cock beneath him. He whined. He yelped as he swallowed up Vincent's cock, and when the labrador howled too as his partially engorged knot was swallowed up by the fennec's backside, Daniel huffed to the dog in overwhelmed longing.

"Y-you know I'm not letting you go, right?"

His ass squeezed tight around Vincent's knot as he began not to bounce up and down on the chocolate labrador, but to rock back and forth, to grind down against him as his own cock spasmed with every throb of the other man's knot against his tender prostate. Even as Daniel's body began to do exactly what the fennec had just said though, the way his inner ears glowed and how he bashfully nibbled his bottom lip even while gasping and panting in pleasure betrayed the second meaning of his words. An affirmation not just of his intention to have Vincent knot him and cum in him right here, right now, but of something more than that. More beyond this one fuck, and perhaps even beyond this event, this orgy overall.

Vincent didn't even notice the mouse and his two companions finding a spot nearby. He didn't notice the mouse's muffled squeaks or the roars of the tiger and lion as they began to spit-roast the giddy rodent between them. All he could think about as he watched Daniel rocking upon him, the fennec fox's cock dribbling and spurting ribbons of pre all over the labrador's brown, already cum-streaked belly, was how much more he wanted to do with that man. Not just ways he wanted to fool around with him more that night, but... how he wanted to stroke his adorable ears. How he wanted to reach down and tug on the fennec's knot. How he wanted to use his hands to take Daniel in his arms, and hold him there as though he might never let go.

Before the labrador knew it, he wasn't even fantasising about the orgy any more. No matter how long he had been looking forward to this event. No matter how wonderful and unique and sexy it was to be in a place like this with so many other hot, horny guys, he couldn't keep his mind focused on the present any longer.

Not when the future was suddenly far, far more enthralling and exciting for him.

A future that he couldn't wait to reach out and grasp for with both hands.

A future with the fennec riding him in that very moment at its core, and which would begin that very special night, but perhaps, if Vincent's fantasies had their way, might last a lifetime more beyond it.

By Jeeves