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Tommy sat slumped against the headboard of his bed, legs crossed, one paw resting gently over his belly as he stared out the window of his bedroom, watching the sky go from black to purple. His eyes hurt slightly, his toes kept twitching at the end of long, slender legs. On the desk, two piles of overdue homework got higher every day. In an hour his Mum’s alarm would go off and she’d get up, off to school ahead of him, to clean out the bathrooms and wipe everything down. He guessed his Dad would still be asleep, somewhere God-knows-where, probably in bed with some random woman. Or dead, Tommy thought, distantly, as if the thought was a lazy butterfly on the edge of his awareness. He could be dead. A lot happens in three years time. He was sitting in his underwear, the tight grey briefs he usually wore, one long rudder tail slinking across the bed, tip dangling off the edge. His brown fur was shiny in the dim light of his bedside lamp. He wasn’t much of a swimmer but he had the build, most otters he knew did. Until I get old and fat, anyway, any day now. He smirked, holding up a paw and watching the morning light up through his fingers. He’d been awake all night, at first reading tweets, for a while watching some porn, a small amount of time reading steamy fanfiction, wondering what all that would actually feel like. At one point, as always, he’d downloading Tailwaggr, matched with a few guys, sent some flirtatious messages and then chickened out as soon as they started sharing pics. He wanted to do exposure therapy, to get the pictures and not freak out, to even work up to sending his own. He liked them, of course he liked them, foxes and wolves and other otters and daddies and twinks and hot dicks and bodies and asses and paws and hips, it turned him on, it got him hard, but it also made his entire body shiver as if he were allergic. He could stand it for maybe a few seconds before he’d all but hurl his phone across the bed, face burning up with shame, imagining his mother coming in unannounced (as she never did) to find him, the dirty little virgin boy enjoying something like that. She probably wouldn’t even judge him, that was the worst part. She knew he was gay, neither of them had ever said it, but he just had a feeling she knew. It was kind of her, Tommy figured, to let him pretend otherwise for a little longer. The only way he could ever keep going, even hard and throbbing through his undies, was to block the guys and move on. It made him feel guilty every time, and he always swore he’d never do it, but then once it was there, so real, sent to him, like an expectant question he couldn’t let it go. It weighed him down, dragged him on. And then he’d shamefully rub his bulge, and shove down his undies, and ejaculate onto the sheets, and do it again. Now he was finished, the app deleted and sworn off again. But who was he kidding?

Pulling out his journal, Tommy let it sit against his unclothed thighs, pencil tapping against the page. What would he even say? His school therapist had recommend journaling regularly, just to get the thoughts out, ideally in the morning. But nothing was different. The day was the same, he wasn’t going to write about his nightly horny flagellation, so what?

I must get more sleep. Is what he elected to put down, underlining it. Another night spent up. Means another crash around 3pm. Nothing he did seemed to shake it. He stayed awake and awake and awake until eventually his body couldn’t cope and he slumped off. Sometimes in the school bathrooms, sometimes on a park bench, sometimes in bed if he was lucky. Medication hadn’t helped much, exercise was the current try, but Tommy usually found himself too tired to actually try. Really he was sick of trying anything. Sick of thinking, sick of doing. His Mum was great, she cared for him, but since Dad left she spent all of her time working. Tommy was the one coordinating bills at home, he was the one cleaning the house and helping make decisions all the time. They seemed small, what to have for dinner, what day to go shopping, the truth was his mother didn’t have the bandwidth for it. But it was exhausting. Not that he’d ever tell her that, but Tommy had spent numerous maths or history classes slumping on his desk, staring at a board and instead seeing tallies of costs for groceries, deals, which shops were best. They needed to move, but the rental lease had four more months left, and try as he might, Tommy hadn’t been able to get a part time job, and his mother didn’t want him to either.

Flopping back on the bed, he stared at the purple sky, angling through the window and up the trees. The stress built slowly, but it never left. Constant plates, juggling, swinging, always. Oddly enough, it made him incredibly aroused, as if his body had a need to fuck through the anxieties, a biological instinct maybe to spread his seed or some shit. Even now, having jerked off twice in the night, he felt his modestly-sized dick stiffen up inside his undies, tenting the grey briefs, reaching down to squeeze the strain. Maybe it was stress, maybe it was adolescent hormones, maybe it was some secret third thing. He felt guilty for it, like he should be doing something productive instead. His mother was working so much, always tired, and worrying about him, his sleep, his ‘nervousness’. Why so nervous all the time? He asked himself every minute every day. What are you so afraid will happen?

No. He wasn’t going to jerk off, he decided, springing off the bed and digging through his closet. He could do something about this. At least fucking try, right? At the bottom of a pile of clothes, Tommy dug out an old pair of board-shorts and a rashee. No way was he wearing a rashee to the pool, and the boardshorts were way too small for him, so the only option was what lay beneath it all – a tight little olive-green speedo, bought for a school carnival some time in the past. It wasn’t exactly the most flattering thing, there wasn’t much it left out to imagination to flatter in fairness, but thankfully Tommy’s cock was even smaller when soft, so he should be alright, and besides, how many people would even be at a pool before 5:30am on a Wednesday morning?

Stuffing himself into the speedo, Tommy pulled some shorts and shoes on over it, throwing a t-shirt and creeping downstairs to retrieve his bike, wheeling it out to the footpath before hopping on, cruising over the roads as he made his was down towards the local Aquatic Centre. Historically he’d resisted swimming a lot. Being an otter came with the baggage, everyone expected you to be naturally amazing, to be so smooth and fast, they even had an otter-only competition at the school swim events. On the few times he had really tried properly, Tommy had found he was, unfortunately, generally better than most average swimmers. Next to the other otters though he was embarrassing, flailing like a toddler compared to their graceful dives, rippling swirls, the ease with which they moved through the water. But it wasn’t hard, and he knew the place opened up at about 4am, just in time for all those freaks who liked to start the day with a cold plunge.

The carpark was empty as Tommy arrived, cruising easily through on his bike and locking it to the rack. Inside, he swiped his membership card to get through the doors, slipping into the change rooms. It was empty, quiet, echoic, almost peaceful. Divided into two halves, it had one side that was all stalls and urinals and sinks, and the other which was a row of showers, no stalls, just open heads. Opposite that was a row of benches and hooks to hang up bags, and you could request a locker from the front desk if you needed it. He didn’t feel like he belonged here, almost like he was doing something wrong in undoing his shorts to drop them, dragging his shirt up over his tight midriff. Nobody was around, it was a changing room too, it was literally built for men to get naked in and he wasn’t even naked. And still, that guilt, that constant nervousness, always needing to be in control, always needing to be alert and ready. Rubbing circles under his eyes, Tommy padded out of the change room, trying to walk confidently as he crossed the little pool ground. It was quiet, dark-ish even, three large pools spread out over the massive humid chlorine-smelling room. One was a small kids area, another was a recreational hot-water swim area, and the main body was full of lanes. Swallowing his nervousness, Tommy stepped up to the end of one of the freestyle lanes, ears burning with embarrassment, and still not knowing why. Was it the speedo? It certainly clung to him, tighter than he remembered, but the only other person there was some random in the furthest lane doing backstroke. It’s not like he’s looking at you. Nobody’s looking at you, loser, just get in and fucking swim. Nobody cares about you.

Sucking in a deep breath, Tommy did his best to push all the stress from his body. He pictured his smooth curves, his slick brown fur, the lighter cream running down his neck and belly, and imagined all the anxiety dripping down to his feet, seeping out into the ground beneath him.

Then he jumped.

The water swallowed him, a freezing chill enveloping his entire body like a glove, sliding along his oily fur, webbed toes and rudder-tail easily taking to it, the splash like a knife through his brain, cutting apart any distraction as he began to swim. Kicking it off, letting the ripples of movement wash down his back, like someone holding him, pushing him onward, each kick sending him flying forward, into the dark. The wall came up fast and Tommy pushed against it, turning in the water and propelling himself back. He felt it all across himself, and he wished he could be nude to do it, to feel the water’s cool grip on his balls, his ass, but this was close enough.

How long exactly he spent doing laps Tommy couldn’t be sure, but eventually he came up for air proper, panting and huffing, hot and feeling as he were sweating despite the cool water. In the middle lanes, several older men – clearly in a group – had taken to doing laps, four or five of them going up and down, laughing and joking. They weren’t too loud, and the soft noise background was a little pleasant. One of them, an older tiger, stood at the end of the lane dripping wet, dressed in his own tight speedos and watching his friends. He caught sight of Tommy looking over and gave him a nod, a tiny wave. It made the otter blush deeply, waving back as he sank back into the water, practically feeling it steam up around him. They don’t care you’re here. They don’t care. They’re just enjoying a swim. Forget about it.

Back to it he went. Tommy’s cardio wasn’t amazing, but it was good enough to get about twenty minutes of swimming in, eventually dragging himself up the ladder at the end and wiping some of the wettest patches down from his coat. The group of men was still busy laughing and swimming, and Tommy was hoping he had a couple of minutes before they decided to jump out too.

Dripping, he waddled back into the change rooms. They were still empty, though five bags sat lined up along the benches to the side. He’d been hoping to just dry off and get home, but the chlorine was really clinging to him, he could smell it, it had to come off.

Glancing back to the change room entrance, he ummed and ahhed for a moment. C’mon. It’s literally a shower. It’s for this. There was something humiliating about using it, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, just more unstoppable overthinking. I need to fucking relax. No. He could jump in. He could keep the speedos on, right? Why not? He was just getting the chlorine off himself, after all. A quick rinse, then dry off, and get out of there. Those guys wouldn’t come in in like five minutes, surely, and even if they did… it’s a fucking shower! Just get in!

Swallowing down a breath, chest tight, Tommy hopped in front of the middle shower, fiddling with the lever until he got the water to start bursting through the head, splashing across the wet ground and swirling into the drain. After the humidity, the chill of the water, the hot spray felt good across his body, and Tommy allowed himself to slump against the front tiles, closing his eyes and actually relaxing, feeling the muscles in his back, his ass, his legs, all slowly unwind slightly for once. Breathing the steam, he tried to picture his mind empty, a river, the racing thoughts all simply drifting by and carrying on without him. It half-worked.

Half-asleep there in the open shower, Tommy was just beginning to think of stepping out when he heard the sound that made his stomach turn – five rowdy voices echoing through the tiles, coming closer. Ears burning, Tommy kept his eyes front, allowing the water to wash down over his head. Surely he couldn’t get out the second they arrived, right? That would be weird, like he was scared of them or something (you ARE scared of them, idiot). No. He’d just wait a second, and then when it seemed natural, slip out and quickly towel off. Then what? Pull the speedos off? He could have his ass hanging out a moment, maybe. What if they looked? So what if they did? They wouldn’t. That was the etiquette, right? In places like this, places that–

You need to fucking stop. Stop. Just breathe.

He did. The five guys came in, joking and laughing, ignoring him completely. One by one they took up showers, grabbing them at random, two taking the empty heads to Tommy’s right, the other three to his left. Pinned in the middle, but talking over him, as if he wasn’t there at all. Blinking slowly, the young otter glanced left and right. The tiger guy who nodded at him was immediately to his right. Besides him was a crocodile with thick dark dreadlocks, and on the end some kind of Japanese dog with orange fur, maybe an Akita? To his right were two wolves, a grey and a brown, oddly similar, maybe related. All of the men were older, older probably even than Tommy’s dad, somewhat muscular and a bit fatty, not exactly swimmers, but clearly in a pretty good ‘functional shape’ as he’d heard it called before. All of them wore speedos, so they were probably regulars, and all of them were tall and wide, easily bigger than Tommy’s slender otter frame. But that made sense, with all of them being predator-builds.

Trying to lean back casually, as if he didn’t care at all about the sudden crowd, Tommy made a show of wiping himself down with a paw, getting the non-existent chlorine off himself. He also briefly pulled his speedos open, to let some of the water drain through.

“You can take ‘em off if you like, kid.” He froze. The voice was sharp and gruff, easy-going. Face burning beneath his dark fur, Tommy glanced aside to see the tiger grinning at him. He was almost too casual, teeth shining. “No pressure, ha-ha, but I mean, if you’re trynna get clean it’s difficult all covered up, right?”

“Oh,” Tommy said, voice squeaking so he had to repeat himself. “Um. Y-yeah, I dunno, I’m p-probably fine like this.”

“Take ‘em off! It’s no big deal, we’re all guys here!” Cried the Akita from the end. “Here, mate.” To Tommy’s horror, the Akita leaned forward, and swiftly shoved his speedos right down to his ankles, exposing a plump white sheath and large balls hanging low, the fur wet and patted down from the shower. The Akita kicked his speedos back, reaching a paw down to seize his balls and wash them.

“Much better!” He said, laughing. “C’mon mate, don’t be shy.”

“I… I… I dunno,” Tommy stammered, vision blurring as the crocodile did the same, and, laughing, he heard the two wolves mirror the act behind him.

“Do you mind, pal?” The tiger asked, leaning in slightly, lowering his voice as he gestured at his own set. “It’s just, he’s right. It’s much comfier to get out of these things.”

“S-sure… I mean, y-yeah, no prob-problem.” Tommy’s mouth was incredibly dry as he watched the beefy tiger hooked two thumbs around the elastic waistband, sighing as he shoved them down to expose a huge pink cock, riveted with little barbs, a soft foreskin clinging to the end, stripes continuing over his balls. “Sorry,” the older cat said, running a paw along the length of his cock, water trailing down. “It’s a bit less modest without a sheath like those boys.”

Tommy just shook his head furtively, making the shape of words with his mouth but having nothing come out.

“You alright, mate?” One of the wolves asked from behind. “We don’t bite.”

“Hard,” added the Akita, laughing.

“Ease off already!” The tiger half-snapped, half-joked. He reached over and, nearly causing Tommy to scream, slapped a great big paw against his shoulder. “Yuri forgets not everyone knows he’s harmless, seriously, ignore him.”

“Th-thanks. It’s ok-okay.” He just wanted to get some of the fucking words out. Glancing down, Tommy found his paws hovering at his waistband, thumbs gently prying at the lip.

“You can take ‘em off if you want,” the tiger added. “But no worries if not mate. It’s just a shower.”

“I, um…” Tommy was starting to find his voice again. “No, no I don’t mind. I, um, I want to. I’m just…”

“Yeah, my son is like you,” the tiger said, shuffling slightly closer. He practically blocked out the light, more than a head taller than Tommy’s lithe frame. “Here, tell me stop if you wanna, no problem.” The young otter nearly squealed as the tiger’s paws touched the side of his hips, cock twitching inside his speedos. No, no, don’t do that. Frozen in place, he felt the bigger tiger slowly began to drag his speedos down, warm water rushing over his crotch, pouring through the tight fabric. “Might have a size too small here, buddy.” All Tommy could think of was how gigantic the tiger’s paws were. One could probably cover his whole face. The otter just stood there, shaking slightly as his speedos slipped off the edge of his cock, his ass cheeks, dropping down between his knees and falling to his ankles. “Now just kick ‘em away.” He did so, nodding, staring straight ahead.

“See, kid?” The Akita, Yuri, cried out, leaning back under the water. “Feels so much freer, don’t it? I’d swim nude if they’d let me!”

“He’s single,” one of the wolves explained. “No shame there, no one to tell him he needs pants!”

“No shame is the only way to live, boys.” Yuri had a paw on his sheath now, and Tommy felt his face going numb as the Akita pulled his sheath open, pushing the extra scruff down to reveal what had to be a half-hard red cock inside, letting water wash over it.

“He likes to show off,” the tiger explained, and with a slight jump Tommy realised he was still standing there, right next to him, both of them fully naked now. He felt his cock twitch slightly. No. No. “But trust, we’re alright, you can relax.” His massive paw gently brushed over Tommy’s back, making him actually gasp slightly. “Did you wanna leave?”

“N-no,” Tommy said, quietly.

“Good, good,” the tiger whispered back, his paw pressing a little harder into his back. “Just relax, I can feel how tense you are, hey, just relax, take it easy.”

“I’m trying,” Tommy said. He almost felt like he wanted to cry, not out of fear or anything negative, but some other kind of relief. There was something going on there. Unfortunately, his cock knew about it too, twitching slightly at his crotch, half dancing as it raised ever-so-slightly. Immediately Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, face like a furnace.

The tiger must have felt him clench up, because he immediately chuckled, putting his second paw onto Tommy’s chest, holding him in place, as if there was a solid beam of support through his middle. “Hey, it’s alright mate, it’s natural, right? We’re all guys, it’s early, don’t stress at all. My name’s Garret, yeah? What’s yours?”

“Thomas. Tom. Er. Shit. I mean, people call me Tommy.”

“Tommy, that’s nice. Don’t worry, we come here every other morning, nobody ever comes in here. Just us, yeah? Breathe easy.”

“Trying.”

“Here, with me, in… and out… yeah, okay, in… and out… that’s right. Good boy.” Something about that sent a fire through Tommy, a little electric current starting at the top of his head and shooting through him, leaving tingling aftershocks sputtering behind it. His cock twitched again, another dance as it grew harder still, standing a 45-degree angle out now from his crotch, impossible to ignore, and humiliatingly smaller than these other larger men. He whined, putting both paws up to his face instantly.

“I’m sorry. I b-better go.”

“No, no, only if you want to,” Garret said, the paw on Tommy’s back rubbing small circles. “Hey, open your eyes, and look down, near your paw.” Tommy did as he was told, staring down. The big tiger was now facing him from the side, still holding him, the front of his body inches from Tommy’s side. Down at his waist, Garret’s large pink cock had stiffened, matching Tommy’s halfway up to fully erect. “It’s natural, isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah. I guess.” Tommy nodded, staring, eyes bulging form his head. It was so, so achingly close to his paw. He could flick his finger up slightly and touch the tip. Licking his lips, Tommy didn’t dare move as Garret slid the paw on his chest lower, over his belly, his abdomen. Furry fingers and palms washing with the shower water over the top of his cock, quivering and melting under the tiger’s touch, his whole paw covering Tommy’s cock and balls, tightening up into a pleasurable squeeze. “N-natural.”

“How’s that?” Garret whispered. Tommy only nodded back, frozen. “You can touch it, go on… if you want.”

“Um. Um.” Tommy swallowed drily, looking back and seeing Garret was fully hard now, a thin bead of pre waiting at the tip of his dick. Gingerly, achingly slow, Tommy turned his paw and opened the fingers, gently taking in the head, warm and smooth, throbbing slightly under his touch. The tiger groaned, pulling in slightly closer to him, his big paw tightening further around Tommy’s own cock. For a moment the two stood there, others watching as Tommy gently stroked the big tiger, feeling his length, growing comfortable, throbbing cock grinding into Garret’s paw. The tiger leaned in, planting a small kiss on the otter’s neck.

“Do as I say now, boy… just say if you want to stop…” Tommy nodded furiously, he couldn’t really speak anymore, but he felt that warm sense of relief bleeding through him.

Easily, Garret manoeuvred him around, pushing him until his back touched the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, the warmth from the shower still spraying back. The other men had crowded in slightly, and Tommy saw most of them were hard too, licking their lips as their paws moved closer towards their cocks. Shoving him down, Garret slid Tommy down until the otter was on his knees, perfect head-height with the tiger’s quivering dick. One paw easily pinched Tommy’s jaw, guiding his head as Garret slid his hips forward, pushing that head into Tommy’s waiting maw.

“Ahhh… yess…” Garret gasped, filling just the head into Tommy’s lips, sliding it along his tongue gently, building a slow rhythm. “Stay there, boy, don’t move, I’ll use you.” Tommy blinked, tears watering in his eyes for some reason, relaxing and ease blooming through his body. The others really crowded in close now, stroking their different cocks as they looked over Garret’s shoulder, watching the tiger face-fuck the kneeling virgin.

“Has he done this before?” Yuri asked, grinning, eyes locked onto Tommy’s smaller dick.

“Nope, no way,” Garret said, angling Tommy’s head slightly, beginning to fuck faster, sinking nearly half of his length into the otter’s maw, the head already brushing pretty far back. “But, mmf, fuck he feels good, you take it good, boy, you like that, huh?”

“Look at his cock,” the crocodile said, baritone voice echoing right through Tommy’s entire body. “And you tell me he doesn’t.”

Truly, Tommy’s dick was shaking, so achingly hard as the bigger tiger fucked his face, head pushed against the tiles, being held and used almost like a tool. It felt so good, it felt good to have a dick finally touch him, but it also felt good to let go, to trust in the larger tiger, to allow him to take full control of him.

“Oh baby, fuck, that’s good, mmf, yes, take it, look at you, fuck…”

“Don’t cum in him yet, Garret.”

“I need a turn too.”

“Oh, I’m not done with him,” the tiger said, slowing his thrusts and pulling his head out, a thin line of glistening pre connecting Tommy’s lip to his head. “Tommy, buddy, you good down there kid?”

Tommy only nodded, gasping and shaking. He needed it now. He hadn’t realised how badly he needed it.

“I started this,” Yuri said, pushing forward, putting both legs right beside Tommy’s hips, so that his crotch was pushed right up against the otter’s face. His cock was red, a typical canine, short and ribbed, with a knot waiting deeper inside. “Garret is easier… but listen to me kid, a sheath requires a bit more work. Here, start.” He leaned forward, pushing the spearish tip of his dick into Tommy’s lips, groaning deeply. “Oh, fuck, yes…”

Garret was kneeling beside him now, both paws rubbing him, one wandering down to Tommy’s throbbing cock, gently stroking it, feeling the pre bubbling up, squeezing his balls. “Good boy, oh yeah baby, keep at it, don’t be shy, you’re doing so good,” the tiger whispered.

“Alright now,” Yuri said, angling his hips in further. “Get your tongue inside my sheath, push it right in, mmf, yes, fuck, yes, just like that.” Tommy moaned into the cock, half of it inside his mouth, his tongue pressing into the different folds of the Akita’s sheath, exploring and stretching him out. For all his bravado, Yuri was surprisingly gentle, fucking slowly and smoothly into Tommy’s mouth, holding his head precariously, careful to make sure his head didn’t hit the tiles at all.

Eventually, the Akita groaned deeply, pulling his cock out and stepping back so the crocodile could come in. This time Tommy reached up and held onto his muscular thighs, feeling the slickness of his scales, lost in the red haze of lizard cock pointing up at him. It was different to Yuri and Garret’s dicks, more snakeish, like an eel, one long member. It slid effortlessly into Tommy’s mouth, worming past his tongue and poking furthest down into his throat, the croc fucking him a little harder, balls actually slapping up against the otter’s chin.

“My name is Segun,” the crocodile said in that deep voice. He glared down at Tommy like the boy was a meal, yellow eyes shining. His cock pulsed hard in the otter’s throat. “It means I am given victory.

I wanted your body the moment I saw you in the pool, so lithe, a little slut just waiting for me, isn’t that right?” Tommy whined back around the lizard dick filling his maw, crumbling underneath the words.

“Good boy, yes,” Garret said, rubbing between his legs now, squeezing his balls and then trailing up his taint, his other paw onto the very lowest part of Tommy’s back, resting right at the top of his ass cheeks, right beside his thick tail. “You’re doing so good, so good, you’re making us all so hard.”

Segun pulled his cock out, resting the tip on Tommy’s lips. “Tell me now, boy. Tell me you want it.”

“I want it, please,” Tommy gasped. He didn’t want to think, or act, he wanted to be lost, spinning, helpless in the clutches of these five big predators.

“That’s right baby,” Garret said.

Segun simply slid his cock right back inside, fucking his mouth harder, grunting and growling above him, bottoming out with that long, snakelike cock. “Fuck, mmf, yes, take it, take that boy.”

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Garret whispered. “I’m old enough to be your father, you know? This must be your first time doing anything, huh? You’re so good, fuck, yes, you love it, don’t you?”

Tommy whined, nodding as Segun’s thrusts slowed, the crocodile breathing out slowly as he slid right out. “I’ll be back soon baby-girl,” said with a gentle tap to Tommy’s cheek.

Next the two wolves came up together, near-identical cocks standing firm and glistening, knots half-showing through their sheaths.

“Tanner,” said the grey wolf, sliding his cock up and pressing it to the side of Tommy’s lips.

“I’m Jeremy,” said the brown, his own cock pressing against the other wolf’s, dribbling pre over Tommy’s lips. “We’re twins… if that isn’t a problem for you?”

Tommy shook his head, growing only harder. Garret was kissing the side of his head now, chewing his ears, licking his neck. To the other side, Yuri had leaned down to do the same, grunting and huffing against him. “Fuck, you’re so hot. I need you.”

“Mmmf, feels so good, doesn’t it?” Garret added.

The twins guided Tommy forward, first to suck on one of their long canine cocks, and the other. They pushed them together, touching one another freely, grunting and panting as Tommy held both of their dicks, alternating sucking one and then the other, dragging his lips over both heads. It felt overwhelming, Garret on one side chewing and sucking on his face, his neck, touching his belly and cock, balls, rubbing near his ass, Yuri on the other doing the same. In front of his face, Tommy could smell the chlorine and doggish scent wafting off the twins, both grunting as they half-frotted, half-face-fucked him.

“You’re so slender, so tight, mmfff, so smooth,” Yuri gasped, running a paw down the front of Tommy’s chest. “I love it.”

“Take it baby, good boy,” Garret continued to reassure him, squeezing and pushing him, in total control. Tommy gave over everything, easing into the tiger’s grip, knowing he’d do anything they asked of him right then and there without hesitation. No thought, no anxiety, just relief, release, and arousal.

“Here, get back boys, let’s bend him over,” said Yuri, waving the twins away, Tommy mewling slightly as their cocks left his mouth. Firmly, Yuri and Garret pushed him so he was sitting on all fours, between the streams of water splashing down around him. Tommy let his head hang, panting softly, groaning with pleasure as the tiger squeezed his thighs, calves, rubbing rough fingers over the smooth fur of his ass cheeks. “It’s getting later, right, nobody’s gonna come in are they?” The Akita asked, one paw squeezing Tommy’s balls beneath him, the other caressing his neck, fingers pushing between the otter’s lips.

“We should have a bit longer,” Segun replied, craning back to the doorway. “But you might want to hurry up if you don’t want anyone to see you destroying this kid.”

“Roger that,” Yuri chuckled, pushing two fingers into Tommy’s mouth.

“Yes, that’s right, just relax baby, we’ve got you, we’ve got you…” Garret whispered, Tommy letting out a slight whimper as fingers pushed into the wetness between his cheeks, the tiger’s thick fingers tracing down his crack, right over his hole, clenching at the touch. “No, no, just breathe, relax, I’m here, Daddy’s here, I’ll take care of you…” Tommy allowed himself to let go, doing exactly as he was asked, letting a low, deep groan of pleasure as the tiger slowly pushed one finger inside, right through his tight hole, up past the second knuckle, curling it inside him. “Ever had anyone inside of you boy?”

Tommy shook his head, still half-sucking on Yuri’s fingers.

“I can tell, fuck,” Garret said, grinding his cock against Tommy’s leg. “I love how tight you are, that I’m your first here, mmf, yes… take it.” And with that, he pushed a second finger inside, drawing out a deep groan from Tommy’s throat, the two fingers spreading his hole out, massaging in every direction, curling around his insides, exploring him.

“It feels…” Tommy said, finally. “So good… ah… please… don’t stop…” His cock was dripping, precum sliding out of his tip, washing away in the water. Garret had three fingers inside him now, his other paw squeezing tight on the otter’s leg, deep, pressured divots in his fur, clinging to him. He pushed his head into the Akita’s big paw, looking up occasionally to see Segun and the twins slowly stroking their huge cocks. Each one was easily twice the size of Tommy’s, but for some reason instead of embarrassed by his smaller size, he instead felt better, more relaxed. They had it. They had him. He didn’t have to do anything, or think, at all. He could just be used.

“Get that bench,” Garret said, pulling his fingers out of Tommy’s hole, even as the crocodile dragged the bench over to the middle of the room. Together Yuri and Garret hefted Tommy up, guiding him to the bench and lying him back down, belly-up, cock standing stiff straight in the air.

“We’re running out of time here,” Segun added.

“I won’t take much longer…” The tiger gasped, hungrily.

Tommy just laid back, almost limp, giving up. He felt them all around, each with paws on him, touching him, his balls, his cock, his neck, his tail, his thighs, under his arms, his stomach, every inch of him moved of its own volition, like a rag doll. Tanner took one leg and Yuri took the other, each pull it up, paws running down the soft inner thighs there, presenting Tommy’s virgin hole up for the big tiger.

“I want you so fucking bad, boy,” he growled, leaning down, one arm pressing onto Tommy’s chest, an enormous weight. All in all, the tiger was probably more than double his size, casting the younger otter into total shadow. “Look at you there, begging for it, little slut.”

“Yes, yes, please,” Tommy whined, arching his back, covered in groping paws, older men all over him.

He whined as he felt the tip of the tiger’s cock push between his cheeks, the head, slick with pre, grinding gently against his hole. “You just gotta relax, breathe baby, take me in,” he groaned, slowly grinding harder and harder, beginning to pry the otter’s anus open.

“Give in, let him fuck you,” Jeremy whispered.

“His cock will feel so good inside,” Segun added.

“Oh, oh, ah, fuck… yes, yes, take it,” Garret grunted, gasping, slowly pushing his head in through the barrier. Tommy clung to the edge of the bench, face scrunching up, a mixture of pain and pleasure shooting through him as he felt his asshole spread wide, stretching out for the older tiger. It was just the head, but it was so much too. “Don’t touch his cock, I don’t want him tipping over the edge just yet. He cums when I say.” And with that the tiger began to thrust, little plap-plap noises sounding as he began shallow, back and forth, picking up speed, little whines escaping Tommy as the cock drove deeper and deeper into him.

“Ah, ah, fuck, yes, please…” He groaned, writhing there, lost in bliss as Garret went deeper still, really beginning to pound his virgin hole now, thrashing him, owning him. Someone had a paw on his neck, it felt so good, to be used that way. Tommy reached up, and the men grabbed his wrists, pulling his paws onto their cocks, groaning and thrusting into his palm as Garret fucked him.

“I’m, ah… too close…” Tommy whined as the cock suddenly pulled out of his hole, leaving him empty and gaped, wind brushing his stretched ass. Garret, gasping, stepped back. “Yuri, go on, have your turn.”

The Akita, laughing, climbed up behind him. Tommy looked down, over his own quivering cock, to the large orange and white Akita framed between his spread legs. Yuri didn’t waste time, grabbing hold of his hips with those massive paws, guiding his fully erect cock up, stuffing the sheath down as that spearish head slipped in easily, Tommy’s hole squeezing hard around each of the ribbed glans along Yuri’s length. “F-fuck, kid, you’re so tight, oh, my God, fucking hell…” The dog began to thrust, pounding into him, balls slamming into his rear, one large paw switching to the otter’s crotch and crushing his balls, pushing on them and squeezing.

“Good boy, take it, I love watching it, take it,” Garret grunted, stroking his cock slowly, watching eagerly.

Yuri collapsed onto Tommy’s chest, panting heavily, tongue lolling slightly, fur standing up as he rutted, grinding his hips, knot swollen now and pressing outside Tommy’s ass. “F-fuck, boy, I’m so close, I’m gonna, ugh, I’m…” He leaned right down, pushing his lips into Tommy’s and kissing him, tongues meshing, finally breaking free and biting into the otter’s neck, groaning as he gave several short, vicious thrusts into his hole, grunting and growling as he bottomed out, balls contracting. “Cumming.”

Tommy whined as the ropes of cum shot up inside him, thick white strands of Akita seed filling him, a slight pressure in his ass, a wetness dripping around the edges as Yuri pulled out, wiping his tip against each of Tommy’s thighs.

Segun reached over him, swiping a finger through Tommy’s clenching, wavering hole, and coming back with a finger covered in white fluid. “Taste him,” the crocodile said, pushing the finger into Tommy’s mouth. The otter sucked greedily as Tanner took up place behind him, lining his long canine dick up. “So hungry.”

“Good boy, good boy, take it, yes,” Garret hushed, rubbing circles in Tommy’s belly, squeezing his jaw, pinching his collarbone. The sensory overload was complete, especially as Tanner’s long, red dick slid inside his tight hole, pressing him out, paws and fingers all over him, smelling them, tasting them, taking them inside himself.

“Oh, fuck, this boy is tight,” Tanner grunted, standing up straight as he fucked like a metronome, hard, growing deeper with every thrust, again, and again, and again. “Look, watch, fuck, he feels so good, holy shit… take it…”

“Good boy.”

“Yes, more, please, give it!” Tommy whined, arching his back as Tanner really picked up steam, pounding against him, that tantalising knot knocking threateningly against his rim. The wolf brother grabbed both of Tommy’s knees, squeezing hard as he pounded the virgin hole, destroying it, furiously slamming again and again and again until–

“Ah, fuck, ah, ah, oh God, yes…” Tanner whined, doubling over and going still as his cock shot streams of wolf sperm up into the younger body, growling slightly, shuddering as his balls were completely drained. This one Tommy felt a little better, a slightly heavier load, filling up his insides. Garret was beside him, the tiger licking at his neck, pulling his head aside to kiss him deeply even as Tanner pulled out. Jeremy, following his brother, knelt down at the back, and Tommy yipped right into Garret’s muzzle as he felt a long tongue snake inside him, licking him out, exploring, one brother lapping up the other’s cum. It made him so hard, pre bubbling from his cock tip like a leaking faucet, Yuri’s grip around his balls only making it better. Tanner still had paws on him, pulling at his hips, touching his legs. Tommy had never felt so sensitive in his life, utterly overwhelmed, mindless, existing in a different, semi-conscious state of absolute physical ecstasy. Nothing existed except this moment, the older tiger giving him over to Yuri, the Akita’s tongue going down his throat, the wolf brother’s tongue going inside his ass, licking the cum, slightly ticklish, but mostly warm, and wet, and pleasurable. It felt so good that they wanted him this bad, wanted to devour him, to utterly obsess over his body. Over his head, Segun stood, his long cock brushing over the front of Tommy’s face, half-grinding against him, massive scaly claws biting into his neck and shoulder.

At the base, Jeremy stood up again, pushing his own tip in. He felt a lot like his brother, sliding easily, lubed up now by cum and saliva, Tommy’s inexperienced young hole now well and truly stretched out. “Take that, yes,” Jeremy groaned, sliding his full length in. His knot was engorged, slightly smaller than his brother’s had felt, and it didn’t take long for it to come pushing against Tommy’s hole. “Come on now, boy, you can take it, can’t you?”

Tommy only whined further, squirming in place, held there by the five older men as Jeremy began to thrust, driving harder and harder, then slowing down, keeping a pace, and slowly beginning to push his knot inside. Tommy whined, howling with pleasure into Garret’s muzzle, kissing the man as, inch by inch, the wolf opened his hole to the knot, stretching, filling him and pushing his walls way out.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jeremy said, pulling back and giving Tommy a moment to recover. Only a moment however, for the second the otter got his breath back, the wolf shoved in deep, refusing to yield, grinding his canine knot in hard and stretching the hole out, pushing, pushing, enough that Tommy saw white for a moment, going completely slack in the men’s collective grip, wider and wider until he thought he couldn’t take it anymore and then–

“Gah!” Jeremy cried, throwing his head back, the knot finally popping through as Tommy closed up around behind him, relief flooding his body as he felt the length of that huge cock inside him.

“Fuck, you’re so full right now,” Garret said. He pushed his paw over Tommy’s belly, as the wolf began fucking harder, knot always staying inside, the tip pressing up against the inside of the otter’s stomach. Looking down, Tommy saw the poking up of fur as Jeremy thrust inside him. He was so full, he could hardly think, if they’d asked him his name, he wouldn’t have been able to say. Beyond that his own cock stood, shaking, so hard, dripping, so thin and smaller compared to these gigantic men.

“I love this,” Tommy heard someone say it, and realised it was his own voice. He was practically suspended by them, covered in paws, pre, and cocks. “I love you.”

“Yes, boy, yes, you belong to us,” Jeremy grunted, thrusting faster, his knot pushing out what it could inside Tommy’s ass. “I’m… fuck… I’m so close. I’m… ah, ah… fuck… yes…” He growled, folding over as his hips began bucking, and this time – with the knot sealing up his asshole – Tommy really felt the orgasm. The ropes seemed to push him out that little bit more, sloshing inside him, around the tip of Jeremy’s dick, his clenched balls pressing against Tommy’s rear as he shuddered, waited, ejaculated inside him, then finally began to sigh, easing. Tommy’s eyes rolled into his skull as the knotted cock pulled out, leaving him emptier than he thought possible.

“Alright baby,” Garret said, returning to his ass. “Get ready for me, I’m bigger than these boys, longer even if you count their knots… you only had half before… but you’re mine now.” He gave a short growl. Tommy nodded, watching between his legs as the muscular tiger took place, easily man-handling his legs, hips, moving him like he weighed nothing. Garret wasted no time, pushing his cock up and shoving the head into the otter’s sloppy ass, beginning to thrust slowly, going deeper and deeper, really beginning to push further in, deeper than the others, like he’d said, driving, each time seeming to hit a wall, and each time seeming to stretch Tommy a little bit further. “Oh god, boy, you feel, so… fuck…” Tommy tried to squeeze around him, delighted as he draw grunts of pleasure out of the tiger.

“Lean back,” Segun said, gently but firmly taking the otter’s jaw and tilting his head right up, letting it hang over the edge of the bench. Obediently, Tommy opened up his maw and allowed the crocodile to slide his long cock inside, groaning as it went deep, the big lizard leaning over him.

“Fuck,” Segun grunted. “Your throat feels so good.”

“Your asshole, fuck, I need you…” Garret huffed, pounding harder. He was really slamming into Tommy now, balls clapping, squeezing the otter’s hips painfully hard to drag him down deeper, getting more, as much as he could inside. “Fuck, kid, you were made for my cock.”

Segun fucked his throat from the top, gently thrusting into his lips. To Tommy’s left, Yuri stood, kissing his side, the otter’s paw pushed up into his crotch, massaging his wet, half-hard dick as the older man kissed him, tasted him. On the right side, the two twins frotted their cocks against Tommy’s paw, using his fingers, touching his stomach, kissing one another, feeling his sides, his neck. At the back, Garret really fucked him hard, driving Tommy’s asshole into a kind of ecstatic numbness as he pounded.

“Oh, fuck, boy, take it, fucking take it, take it… ah… hunff…” Garret growled, slamming, going deeper and deeper, pushing up to bulge at Tommy’s stomach, filling him.

“I’m… so close,” Segun grunted, leaning right over him, grinding his cock deep in the otter’s mouth.

“Cum, cum down his mouth, fuck his throat,” Garret grunted, and the croc obeyed. He slowed, pushing deep, squeezing hard on Tommy’s head as he is balls drew up and the lizard hissed deeply, arching his hips as thick cum spurted out and shot right down Tommy’s throat. He could barely even register it, swallowing on instinct, each swallow downing a thick load and moving the muscles against Segun’s sensitive, drawing more quivers and grunts from the big lizard. At his rear, Garret was so close, giving little thrusts now, not talking, just huffing, growling into him.

“Take… fucking… ah… ah… oh…” The tiger heaved the last part, sighing as he fully bottomed out, shoving himself deep into the otter’s hole as he finally orgasmed. Tommy began shaking uncontrollably as the tiger pumped cum into him, a huge, heavy load of thick seed, cum filling him up, sloshing inside, dribbling out the sides of his worn anus to come running down his thighs and puddling on the ground. “Oh, boy, fuck, you’re mine, you feel so good, Tommy-boy, yes, yes!”

Several paws wrapped around Tommy’s own sensitive cock at right that moment, Segun pulling out of his throat as Garret finished climaxing into his hole, and Tommy began thrusting hopelessly. He made it nearly six seconds before that intolerable pressure finally burst at his tip, wailing and writhing as he felt a long bolt of pleasure pull right up through his shaft, squirting a massive jet of white fertile cum into the air, painting the paws and splashing over his own chest, some landing near his face as he climaxed, grunting, writhing, balls aching as they squeezed up tight to pump out the load.

Gasping, twitching, panting, Tommy let himself go limp on the bench as Garret his orgasmed faded, ebbing away as he returned to his senses.

Blinking, he looked up, finally realising where exactly he was. On a bench in the pool changing room, getting absolutely sodomised by five men each old enough to be his father. His paws were wet and covered with saliva and pre, cum dripping from the sides of his mouth, the tiger still hilt-deep inside.

“How you doing there buddy?” Garret asked, waggling his eyebrows. Tommy only nodded, grimacing slightly as the tiger finally slid his huge cock out, leaving an emptier gap there.

Breathing steadily, Tommy let the others slowly help him sit up, each of them so gentle, rubbing his back. The bench had caused a bit of stiffness.

“Here, come here,” Garret said, offering a paw. Tommy gratefully accepted it, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet and led over to the shower. Under the water again, the tiger wrapped him in a tight huge from behind, his softening cock pushing up between Tommy’s cheeks. “Felt like you really needed that, mate.”

“I… I did.” Tommy felt, miraculously… quiet. Relaxed, even. Surely, all his problems would come back eventually, but they weren’t drowning him right now. He had no major thoughts in his head.

“Good, I saw you there, lost little puppy, couldn’t help it. I have a weakness.” The tiger squeezed him, leaning over his shoulder and giving a soothing kiss. “You’re a beautiful young man.”

“Thanks.” Tommy’s ears were hot again, a normal reaction, he’d never had anyone say he was beautiful before.

Standing there, Garret quickly washed him, rubbing down his still-hard dick, between his balls, licking up the dry cum off his neck, and using his fingers to rub out most of the cum from the otter’s ass. “What you need, baby, is someone to take care of you. A Daddy, if not a dad. You got one?”

“Neither,” Tommy said, using a palm to gently wipe at his eyes. Crying after sex? Wasn’t that a terrible cliché.

“You can always hang with us,” Yuri said, passing by. “I’ll be outside.” The others each followed, all saying goodbye, Segun stopping to give him a gentle kiss, and an apology for being so rough.

“They’re good guys.”

“You do this a lot?” Tommy asked.

“Fuck random boys we find in pool shower rooms? Not quite,” said the tiger, laughing. “But we’re all open to one another, we do things together… you could be part of it. As a group, or… just me. And, like I said, I have a son your age. Maybe slightly older, I don’t know, you guys could hang out.”

“Does he… know…”

“How much sex his father has? No, not quite…” The tiger shrugged. “Maybe some.”

“Thank you, all of you,” Tommy said, turning and cuddling into the tiger’s chest. “I really needed that.”

“Oh, I could tell baby, it’s okay,” Garret said, rubbing his back gently. “Calm down. We can hang out again soon. I promise.”

Tommy closed his eyes, finally relaxing, ready to go home, and sleep.