Y Knot
Hurr hurr, what a clever title. Haven't written in a while. Haven't had the time or the want really, but a friend of mine poked me into writing something that they wanted. It's short and cliche, but it was nice to write something again. Standard disclaimer applies. Gay furry sex lies within, don't look if you aren't of legal age or don't want that sort of thing.
Don walked down the street with his hands tucked into the pockets of his pull-over hoodie. It was cold, damn cold, something the world saw fit to remind him of at every opportunity. Every time the otter exhaled, his breath turned to fog before his eyes. Every time the wind blew, it cut through him like a knife. It wouldn't get much warmer throughout the day, not even when the sun rose a few hours from then to chase away the early morning dark.
It was the first time he'd been up this early in years. It was normal for him to get up pretty early to get ready for school, sure, but being up before the sun was a new one on him. Don rubbed at his sleepy brown eyes with the back of his paws, wishing that he could wake the hell up. Somehow he'd have to muster the energy to finish his workout at the gym, then shuffle through the day at school.
'Mom, you better come through on this deal.' Don thought. She was the reason he was here to begin with. She'd always tried to get her son to be more active, but he'd never been into any sort of sports or active hobbies. Most of the time, Don just parked himself in front of his computer and wasted away the hours before bedtime. No matter what she tried, she just couldn't get him up and running. Then, the week before, she'd offered him a bigger bribe than ever before. Work out three times a week at the Y for six months, just six months- And she'd buy him a car. What boy could say no?
Don rounded the corner where the town's library sat, then stopped, his eyes raising up to gaze upon the glowing, red and white YMCA sign that came into view. Though it was a Monday morning and the place had just opened, he could already see at least ten cars parked in the small lot out front. The building was shaped like a short L, with the lot tucked away within it's crook. Though it had to be at least two stories tall, the red brick structure somehow seemed squat and low to the ground. As Don walked through the lot towards the front door, he couldn't help but wonder : What'd YMCA stand for anyways?
He walked through the first door and stopped within the vestibule, taking in the lobby from where he stood. It was small, and it's walls were made up of large, square bricks, much like the ones he saw at school. The walls were painted a brown-red on their lower halves, and white up top. The floors were covered in large, white tiles, most of which had lost their luster long ago. Don's eyes took it all in quickly, then settled upon the form of a tall, burly donkey, sat behind a white counter. He hadn't seemed to notice Don yet. He was busy, tapping away at the keyboard of a computer. Don drew a short breath, mustered his courage, and walked stepped through a second set of doors into the lobby.
"Hey." A low, semi-distracted voice called out from behind the computer monitor. Don looked to the left and saw two hallways, one leading to a darkened area, the other to what he assumed were the weight rooms. He could hear the rhythmic clacking of metal upon metal from somewhere nearby, no doubt the product of someone's exercise. To his right, he could see a stairway. Two signs on the walls pointed down the respective branches. One read 'Gym, Cardio Room' and pointed upwards. The second read 'Locker Rooms, Swimming Pool' and pointed downward. The time it took him to get his bearings was enough for the donkey to finish whatever it was he'd been working on. "Don't think I recognize you. Can I help you?" He asked with a subdued, but warm smile.
"My mom just got me a membership here, and I was... Well, I don't really know where to start." Don admitted in a quiet tone, grinning sheepishly. "I ain't ever done this sorta thing before."
"This sorta thing?" The donkey echoed with a bemused smirk. "You mean exercise, exercising in a gym, or being up this early?"
"All of the above." Don confessed, chuckling along with the man behind the counter.
"Well, you're dressed for it at least." The donkey waved his hand, gesturing at the grey sweats that covered Don from head to toe. "You have any idea what you'd like to do? Where you'd like to get started? We have treadmills and bikes, free weights, cable machines, Nautilus machines, the pool... " Don turned and looked over his shoulder in the direction of the weight rooms. As if on cue, an immense polar bear that had to be every bit of six foot seven stepped into view down the hall. He didn't even notice the staring otter gaping at him, his muscular body clad in a loose grey tank top and a pair of black, mesh shorts. The bear grabbed two barbells from a rack near the door, then turned on his heel, vanishing from Don's sight.
"Not weights." Don half-mumbled. The idea of working out in front of that brute was more than a little intimidating to the young otter.
"Hm... Maybe a swim?" The donkey behind the counter stood up, allowing Don a good look at him for the first time. Though he stood at least six foot three, some five inches taller than the otter, he had a calm and humble air about him. He was clearly strong, as the muscles in his arms and the broad shoulders beneath his white YMCA shirt told Don, but not as ripped as the bear. He had a bit of fat to him, a little padding that clung stubbornly to his limbs and pooled in his belly. His fur was a dark brown, save for the patch of white at the end of his rounded muzzle. "I'm Bill, by the way. I'd be glad to show you around the- " He turned his head, cut off by a ringing phone. Bill huffed out an annoyed sigh and waved at the stairways. "I'll catch up in a couple minutes. Swipe your card at the reader and go on."
Don nodded, stepping up to the counter. He swiped his card through the reader and walked down the stairs, looking at Bill over his shoulder. He probably wouldn't be the first choice of a lot of guys, but he had to admit... The burly donkey was kind of cute. The otter turned his head back around as he hit the last step, his eyes on the short hall in front of him. The closest door was marked as staff only, and whatever lay beyond it's wooden surface a mystery to him. Further down the hall were two other doors, marked 'Male' and 'Female', and an entry way at the end marked with a sign reading 'Observation Area'.
"Hey!" A voice called to him, far too bright, chipper and energetic for that time in the morning. Don jumped and whipped his head around, his eyes locking upon a short dalmatian that couldn't have been much older than him. He was only five foot seven at the most, but it seemed as though it was a size that fitted him well. His body was a stark contrast to the donkey and the bear upstairs, a sleek, gaunt form that was built more for agility and speed than brute force. His clothes were a normal for a guy his age, consisting of jeans, a black t-shirt and a denim jacket that fit his slim shoulders well. The only thing that really stuck out was a colorful bead necklace that wound around his neck.
"I heard what Bill was saying upstairs- C'mon, I'll show you the pool. I was just headin' in for a swim myself!" The stranger didn't wait for Don's response. He grabbed the startled otter by the wrist and dragged him off towards the locker room door, his wiry tail wagging back and fourth. Don went along with it, stunned into submission by the overwhelmingly outgoing and friendly personality of the dog.
"I'm Lewis, what's your name?" He asked, glancing at Don as they passed into the locker room. More than anything else, the first thing that Don noticed about the room was the smell of it. It smelled much like the locker room at school, but it was... Different. The lingering odor, the musk that always seemed to hang in the air in such places, it was... It was... More potent. These weren't the scents of boys. These were the scents of men, of powerful males like the bear upstairs. Every breath he took of the humid, scented air made his heart beat that much faster.
"Don." The otter murmured, a tad distracted as a fantasy or two began to brew in the back of his mind.
"Well Don- You got a swim suit on under those sweats?" The otter's souring expression was all the answer Lewis needed. "Don't worry, you can borrow one'a mine." The dog let go of his wrist, turning to spin the dial of a combination lock of a nearby locker.
"You sure? I mean, I'm grateful and everything, but- " Lewis rolled his eyes, glancing back at Don.
"Dude, it's a swim suit, not a kidney. Don't worry about it. Least I can do to help out a newbie." Don smiled, stepping back a step or two to give Lewis room to open the locker.
"Thanks." Lewis popped open the locker, revealing it's contents. There was a small travel bag of some sorts, and assorted clothes hanging on hooks. More were bunched up messily in the back corners of the locker. He pulled out a pair of speedos, one lime green, the other red, and turned to face Don. The dumbfounded otter stared at the green, rubbery 'swim suit' the dalmatian held out to him. "This?" The tone of Don's voice said it all. He could hardly see himself fitting into the thing, let alone parading around the swim room in it.
"Duh. Why else would I be showing it to you?" Don reluctantly took the speedo from Lewis, running his fingers across it. A part of him was a little hesitant about putting it on, but it was squashed by the part of him that didn't want to 'wuss out' in front of the dog. He turned his back to Lewis and dropped the speedo on the bench, then began to pull off his clothing, piece by piece. "Gonna guess you normally wear shorts? Maybe even a shirt?" Lewis asked, stripping off his jacket and shirt, tucking them away in his locker.
"Yeah, normally." Don murmured, tossing his hoodie on the bench to his right.
"Why?" The question gave the otter pause, not because he didn't know the answer, but because he didn't want to answer honestly and couldn't think of a good lie. Truth be told... He was shy about his body. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't fit either. In fact, he was a bit chubby. He had a noticeable gut and a padded, but overall flat chest, giving him a husky appearance that wasn't helped by his thick brown fur. Like many otters, his legs were the most muscular part of him, but they too had their curves. The one good thing about the fat in his legs was that it gave him a well rounded, squeezably soft rump. "Oh, I get it. You're shy, aren't you?" Don stopped right where he was, his hands hovering on the waistband of his white briefs.
"Yeah." He admitted, his claws playing with the elastic on his underwear. "I guess I am- But I don't have, I mean, I ain't thin like you. Would you wear something like that if you were me?"
"Of course I would. It's my body, I'd wear whatever I wanted to! You might be a little chubby hon, but you're plenty cute. Don't sell yourself so short." Don's head turned when the dog called him cute, his eyes taking him in from behind. He was wearing briefs too, but his were red and a white, and they hugged his lithe body like a cotton glove. Don was still looking at Lewis' backside when the dog dropped his briefs around his ankles, showing off a cute little ass that made his heart jump in his chest. 'This guy thinks I'm cute?' Don thought to himself. The white, spotted ass he was staring at jerked to the left and the right, wriggling and flexing before his eyes. The otter looked up to find Lewis grinning at him over his shoulder, flashing his pearly whites. "I showed you mine, you gonna show me your's?"
"Jesus Lewis, he came to exercise, not stare at your ass." The tone of Bill's voice was touched by exasperation and amusement. Don glanced between Lewis and the donkey, his face and ears blushing hot.
"You say that like he can't do both." Lewis shot back, sticking his tongue out at Bill.
"He can't! Remember the last time you were gettin' the eye on the weight room?" Lewis' eyes rolled upward as the dog struggled to recall the event. "You know, that guy? You were doing bent-over rows on the bench in front of him?"
"Oooooh!" The dog crooned, laughing. "The one that dropped that thirty pound barbell on his paw."
"Yeah, that one. Had to lend him my arm to get him out to his car. Didn't see him for weeks." Bill shook his head and walked over to the two of them, giving Don a slap on the shoulder. "Sorry kid- Lewis kinda has a thing for the shy ones, or... Any ones, really." Bill glanced at Lewis, who shrugged in admittance. "If he bothers you, just tell him to knock it off. He's a good guy, really, just a little... Lewis. You two going for a swim?"
"Just as soon as otter boy here slaps on his swim suit." Lewis turned around to face Bill and Don directly. It took a fair share of Don's willpower to keep himself from looking down.
"Ain't to thrilled with this thing he wants me to wear." Don mumbled, lifting up the lime green speedo on a single finger. Bill shook his head and snatched it off the otter's finger, tossing it into Lewis' locker.
"Don't blame you. Those things don't have any room in them. Me? I need space, a little 'breathing room'. That's why I wear shorts." Lewis snorted, leaning back against a nearby locker with a knowing smirk on his face.
"He wears shorts because he wouldn't fit in a speedo." Bill put his hand on Don's shoulder and turned him around, leading him off to another row of lockers two sets down.
"Sorry." Bill said quietly as they walked off, his muzzle near one of Don's half-cookie shaped ears. "He doesn't ever know when to stop. He's almost gotten his ass beaten a couple times, probably would'a if people didn't know he was my friend." Don turned to look up at Bill, trusting in the donkey's paw to guide him through the locker room.
"He's ok- I mean, he doesn't bother me or anything, I just ain't used to... I ain't used to being hit on in front of people, especially not by other guys." In the relatively small town Don lived in, that was God's honest truth. South of the Dixie Line, well within the Bible Belt... Guys didn't hit on guys in most public places, not openly. Not unless they wanted to risk causing a scene, drawing attention to themselves or getting an ass beating. The fact that Lewis was being so open, and Bill wasn't even batting an eye... It put him off balance.
"Yeah, I get it. You're a little young to be hitting the bars." Don's eyebrow twitched. There were gay bars around his town? Were they hidden behind all the churches? "But don't worry, a lot of the guys around here, they're kinda tolerant at least. If you check a guy out, and he looks right back at you with a 'look'-" Don opened his mouth to ask something, but Bill cut him off with a preemptive answer. "Trust me, you'll know it when you see it. That guy? He's probably interested, especially if he keeps on lookin'. If they just stare at the walls or the mirrors and pretend you're not there, well, they aren't interested." Bill stopped in front of a locker and started fiddling with a combination lock, his thick fingers having a little trouble with the tiny dial. "In a place like this town, a gym, any gym... Well, you got a better chance of finding gays here than anywhere else."
"Are you-" The otter's quiet question was interrupted almost immediately.
"Yep. I'm not prancing around the gym or anything, but I like guys." Bill glanced over his shoulder at Don with a smile on his face, his dark, blue eyes focused on Don's. "You?" The otter's head ducked slightly, his eyes averting away from Bill's gaze for a moment or two.
"Yeah." He said, looking back at the donkey's face. "I think I am anyways. I ain't really had a lot of chances to find out, but I don't really... Y'know, like girls." Bill chuckled and turned around, yanking open his locker.
"Well." The donkey started, pulling off his shirt with his back to Don. His his chest was broader than he'd have guessed, and covered in short fur which was a brown so rich it rivaled the otter's dark coat. "As long as you keep coming around here, you'll get your chance." Don snorted and turned away, his eyes wandering away from Bill's body. He tried not to think of the donkey standing beside him as he pushed the elastic of his briefs clear off his hips, sending them tumbling to the floor.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Dick'll just fall out of the sky and smack me across the muzzle." Bill laughed, and a few rows over, he could hear Lewis joining in. The tall donkey leaned his side against a locker, causing the aged metal to creak under his substantial weight.
"Hey, Lewis?" Bill called. He didn't get an answer. "Lew? Lewis? You there, puppy?" His voice distracted the otter from the subtle clicking of the dog's claws on the tile underfoot as he crept right up behind Don. All at once the slim, sleek curves of the dog's body pushed against him from behind, pulling flush against his own. Purposefully or not, the dog hugged him just off center enough that his bare sheath rode up the bottom-left side of Don's large tail. He was a few inches shorter than Don, but he was more than tall enough to press the slender, wet head of his canine dick against the young otter's star. Don felt his heart lurch up into the back of his throat, his breath draw short, and his dick jump from half mast to harder than it'd ever been before. Lewis had him pressed face-first against the wall of lockers before he'd even had time to blink, his paws holding him at the hip and shoulder.
"Mmm, y'know, usually I'm the one on the other end of this. It'll be nice to do the fuckin' for a change." Lewis whispered into his ear, his teeth nipping at the rounded edge every other word. The sensation of teeth on such a sensitive spot, plucking and pulling at his flesh made his heart beat short. The breathing amplified it, a warm, wonderfully moist feeling of heat washing across his fur... He could even smell the mint in Lewis' breath. The words and bites came with a noise, a hoarse sounding pant funneled into his ear. Don couldn't have said yes or no, not even if he had mind enough to speak. Whatever words he attempted to make just would have come out a garbled mess, gibberish filtered through confusion and lust. It didn't matter though, Lewis wasn't waiting for words, yes, or no. The dalmatian's chest pressed up against his shoulder blades as his weight shifted, his claws digging at the supple flesh of the otter's padded body.
"W-Wait! Wait a s-sec-" Don barely got out that much before the pointed tip of Lewis' canine dick split his virgin pucker apart. In a way, the feeling of having his hole stretched for the first time wasn't unlike the teeth nipping at his ear. It was a rich blend of unfettered pleasure tinged with the jolt of a new pain. Nerves he didn't even know he had fired off in unison, pulsing in time with the throbbing flesh pressing upward into his body. Through the emotions, through the stinging of of his virgin ass, through spice and thrill of something so liberating, so filthy and shameful... He could feel it. Everything, every pulse, every bittersweet jerk of the cock delving into him. He could feel the ring of his pucker clutching at Lewis' prick, conforming to it's every contour. The further Lewis dug into him, the wider his dick grew, wedging him apart inch-by-inch. Don squirmed against the lukewarm metal his upper half was pressed against, but Lewis' paws didn't allow him to move much.
The force of their grip only grew tighter as he felt something new press against his asshole. It was wider than the rest of Lewis' dick, and it felt hard, yet round, almost like a bead of flesh. Don's pained moans grew a hell of a lot louder as Lewis pressed it forcefully, yet slowly against him, pushing his already sore body to it's limits. Lewis toyed with the boy like a cat with a mouse, pushing his knot into his pucker until it was just about to pop inside. He lacked the thickness of a big German Shepherd or a Dane, and he was only six inches or so without his knot... But the way Don squirmed on his dick, the way he yelped when he drew his knot back and pushed it halfway in all over again- It made him feel like he had the biggest dick in the gym.
Don didn't know whether to scream for Lewis to shove it in or beg for him to stop. It didn't matter though, what he wanted didn't even factor into it. The rocking of the teasing knot on his asshole made his body shake, it made his legs quake, and it was more than the pudgy otter could take. He pounded his fists against the locker again and again, the harsh metal banging almost enough to blot out the sound of his yelling. His dick twitched and spat out a jet of otter cum, leaving a beaded, sticky trail that ran down the front of one locker and onto the next. The way his body seized up, the way it seemed to clench so tight- It was like it was trying to hold in the pleasure welling up inside him, to keep it bottled up within for just as long as it was able.
"Jesus!" Lewis yipped in surprise. Thoughts of teasing or drawing things out any further vanished in an instant, his hips sent surging forward on pure instinct alone. Don's ass was tight before he'd cum. Now it was clasping at his knot so firmly that it had the seasoned dog hitting his peak in a matter of seconds. He barked and growled in Don's ear, his panting reaching a fever pitch as he ground his nuts against Don's plush, chubby ass cheeks. The jolt of pain that came with being tied for the first time soured Don's soaring climax, but it was crushed beneath yet another new feeling. A warmth rose steadily from within his body, creeping up from his sore ass. It served to soothe his aching nerves and to ignite them at the same time, radiating with a heat that made the room feel as though it was a sauna.
"You OK, kid?" Bill spoke up from the side. Don turned his head a few inches to look at him. The donkey reached out and brushed his face with the back of his paw, casting aside a few stray tears that had wandered onto his cheek. He hadn't even realized he'd cried- Had it all happened that fast? Don nodded his head after he'd had a moment to gather his thoughts, still panting for air. "Good. If Lewis really hurt you, I was gonna hurt him."
"Hurt this guy? Uh-uh. I want him to come back.... So I can fuck him again." Lewis huffed into his ear, wriggling his hips from side to side to pull his knot against the ring of Don's clasping pucker. Each and every little tug still sent bolts of electricity racing up his spine. The subtle motions made him groan and pant all the more heavily, stoking the spotted dog's ego.
"Easy Lew. Keep on like that, and you'll be tied to him all damn day." The dog opened his mouth for a smart remark, but Bill whacked him in the face with a white towel. "Take this." Bill said, draping it over one of Lewis' shoulders. "Go clean'm up, I gotta get back upstairs to the front desk." Bill turned his blue eyes back to Don and smirked, reaching out to run a hand through the otter's brown, bowl cut hair. "Hope you liked your workout, kid. Maybe next time, I'll join you." All Don could do was nod and watch as Bill walked off around a corner, vanishing out of sight. A work out? Yeah, that was one way of putting it... But it probably wasn't what his mom had in mind when she'd told him to 'be more active'.
"Come on, honey." Lewis whispered in his ear, nipping and nuzzling at the half-cookie shape. "I'm gonna show you the showers, and maybe a few other things if the hot water holds out." Don swallowed at the thought of a second round and just nodded his head, letting the dog behind him lead them off towards the showers. After the last ten minutes they'd shared together, he was ready to go along with whatever Lewis had in mind. Anything it took to reach that plateau of joy again, any pain, any price- It'd be worth it for even just a few seconds at the top. Even if he had some doubt and lingering worry about sex itself, Don was sure of one thing. He did like boys after all. He liked them a whole damn lot.