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"C'mon Kane, you're still slacking!"

After a grueling final lap, the brown-furred otter finally tagged the wall of the pool, lifting his head and taking in a deep breath. He shook his head to clear some of the water out of his tan hair and looked up, meeting the disapproving gaze of the grey wolf standing at the edge with a stopwatch and clipboard.

"Congratulations," Rhys lectured sardonically, "At 55.6 seconds, you've just smashed the world record for the Men's 100-meter freestyle... in nineteen fourty-seven!"

Kane sighed and lowered his ears a bit, bracing himself for the lecture that was to come. Hell, at this point he could almost recite the whole thing as his coach was delivering it. Keep breathing steadily, don't tense up, don't try to go as hard as possible off the bat, never gonna place, gonna fuck you without lube tonight... standard coaching talk.

Rhys knelt down and extended a paw to help the otter climb out of the pool, sneaking a quick grope of the front of his pet's tight-fitting swimsuit.

"I'd have thought you'd be showing more dedication to get unlocked sooner."

Kane blushed deep red, his eyes quickly darting around - his and Rhys's 'relationship' was the worst-kept secret at the school, but he always felt awkward when his master was so publicly affectionate. And with the chastity cage keeping his sheath trapped under his speedo for three months now, the otter was all the more sensitive to everyone looking.

After quite a lot of private training under the coach, Kane had finally become a member of the college swim team. Despite his progress, though, he still consistently found himself watching awards ceremonies from the sidelines, rather than the podium. Rhys, not wanting to hear any accusations of nepotism, ensured that Kane would receive no special treatment until he started to show that he could win on his own. As extra motivation, the wolf kept his pet in chastity, with a firm understanding that it wasn't coming off until the otter stepped off the podium with at least a 3rd place win. Kane figured it wouldn't be so bad... until he started consistently placing fifth and sixth in the first few races of the season. Coupled with Rhys not relenting at all on Kane's other 'services', the pent up otter was taking every practice as seriously as possible.

As Rhys marked down Kane's time on his clipboard, another voice rang out from across the pool. Another otter stood at the starting block, waiting impatiently for the coach's attention.

"Hey! If you two are good and ready, how about a correct demonstration?"

As Rhys reset his stopwatch, Zac dove in, his sleek frame slipping into the water effortlessly. He quickly broke the water into a freestyle stroke that looked almost like it was being played back in fast-motion in comparison the Kane's. The otter glided through the water, eventually touching the edge and popping his head out.

"47.6, finally something actually worth seeing." Rhys smiled as Zac pulled himself out of the water. He confidently picked up a towel and draped it over his shoulders, resting his webbed paws on his hips. Kane blushed to himself as he admired the other otter. His sleek chest and stomach was well-muscled with the two scars under his pecs quite faint when wet. Looking down to the bulge in Zac's speedo, Kane couldn't help but feel jealous, even if it was store-bought.

As a trans guy, Zac always fought uphill battles when it came to acceptance on sports teams. While his performance was always top-notch, he was constantly subjected to being second-guessed at every turn. The occasional transphobic teammate could easily be shut up, but having his competitive record challenged and his medical records constantly scrutinized to ensure he wasn't abusing testosterone wore quite thin on the otter. Of course, with the constant swagger the brash otter always carried himself with, it was hard to imagine any of that getting to him.

"Well you wanted a strong showing for Nationals right? I figure I may as well warm up slow and not burn myself out at the beginning of the season." Zac boasted, drying off his bleached blonde hair, "If you weren't spending so much time on your little pet project, maybe I'd have more motivation to push harder."

"Excuse me?" Rhys tilted his head, trying not to show a reaction to the verbal slap to his face, "Kane is your teammate. And as a team, we're all here to support each other. This is the University swim team, not the Zac Swim Team."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it, only as strong as our weakest link," Zac rolled his eyes at the admonishment, "I'm about done for today. I'll be in the showers."

Rhys muttered to himself as he wrote down Zac's time, then turned his head to Kane. The otter had his head lowered with his paws behind his back, his tail dejectedly curling around his leg. Even though it was Zac's freshman year, his long history in high school swimming helped him establish himself as the top swimmer very quickly. With that pure skill, the otter found himself constantly looking down at Kane, who still struggled in every race. Seeing the other otter's words hit Kane so hard started to take Rhys out of coach mode, letting his face soften a bit as he draped an arm over Kane's shoulders.

"It's okay, you're still showing steady improvement," he patted his pet on the back while trying to sooth him, "C'mon, a shower sounds good. Let's get cleaned up and head home for the day."

Kane nodded and followed his coach into the locker room. One shower stall was already in use, presumably by Zac, so Rhys began stripping down next to Kane.

"I could use a shower too. And I'll need to check your cage while I'm at it."

Kane whined a little as he rested a paw on the front of his speedo. The plastic cage locked around his sheath certainly did its job with little risk of him being able to slip out, but his master never missed an opportunity to tease the otter under the pretense of making sure everything was fitting properly. Rhys ushered his pet into the next shower stall from Zac's pulling the curtain closed and immediately turning on the warm water.

Rhys growled possessively, pressing up against Kane's back and reaching around to fondle at the otter's caged package through his tight, slick speedo. Kane let out a soft moan, trying his best to keep quiet as he felt the wolf's sheath press under his tail against his ass. The otter shuddered and spread his legs just a bit, leaning forward to let the water run down his back while his master rubbed against the back of his swimsuit. Kane curled his webbed toes as he pushed back against the wolf, already starting to feel his sheath straining inside its plastic cage.

"Don't forget, the next race is next weekend," Rhys leaned in to remind the otter as he rubbed his pawpads over the otter's balls, "Think you can place and get out?"

Kane whimpered softly as the wolf teased him though his tight spandex swimsuit. It was all the pent up little otter could do to not start humping the wolf's paw like crazy. Like he even needed any reminder of just how long his lockup had lasted... he'd thought it was a joke at first, but Rhys was hardly one to show mercy when it came to his coaching duties.

Rhys grinned and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Kane's swimsuit, tugging his tight briefs down and helping him step out. The otter turned around and leaned up against the the cold tiled wall of the shower. His sleek body had at least lost the bit of pudge he had put on during the off-season, with his abs starting to show again. The black cage over his sheath and the attached ring around his balls glistened with water from the shower as Rhys reached forward, fondling the locked otter.

"Hmmm... yeah, no chafing, everything seems to be fitting nicely," Rhys nodded approvingly as he gave the the lock on otter's sheath cage a few tugs, "Though as much as I'd love to give my otter a good stretching, I think the other shower stopped - better hurry it up ourselves."

Kane whimpered a little, sinking down a bit and leaning forward, pressing his black nose against Rhys's dangling sac. The wolf gave a chuckle and rubbed his paw on the otter's head, tousling his tan hair. His coach's sheath still smelt of an unmistakable musk, even under the warm shower. Kane wrapped his lips around the tip, rubbing his tongue along the opening of the sheath to try and coax out that bit of flesh.

Kane mewed softly as he dragged his tongue up along Rhys's package, reaching his webbed paw up to cup the wolf's balls as he lavished his attention over his sheath. As he did, he tried to think back to the last time he'd felt anything like that on his own. He had been tied down on his back with Rhys slowly lapping at his member, slowly and agonizing, before finishing him off with a thick vibrating wand. Just the memory of it made Kane's tailhole tense up and his chastity cage tighten as Rhys reached down to pat his cheek.

"No, nice try. Can't suck up to me that way - I've got some much better plans for you tonight."

"Wh-what do you mean plans?" Kane asked nervously - usually Rhys's plans involved him being put on display in some sort of embarrassing outfit and having all manner of objects inserted into his bottom for the amusement of Rhys and his friends.

"Oh, you'll see," Rhys taunted, helping Kane to his feet with no effort to be subtle about a grab to the otter's rear, "Come on now, let's get out of here."

The wolf turned off the water and took the towels hanging up on the shower stall wall. He tossed one to Kane and flung the shower door open, drying himself as he exited. Zac had just gotten his bag out of his locker and was fishing for his shirt. The blonde otter had already dried himself, and was standing in the locker room displaying his nude body. Kane was used to seeing his rival in a swimsuit, but seeing him naked without anything packed was always a surprise reminder. Zac's well-muscled stomach presented a sleek frame, leading down to his vulva. The otter smirked as he set a foot on the locker room bench, leaning on his knee. The locker room was a bit tense at first when Zac joined the team, but a fist-sized dent in one of the lockers served as a reminder of how the otter silenced any comments about his genitals, sending a very clear message that his comfort with his own body was his own business.

Kane blushed a bit as he followed Rhys out, taking a quick look at Zac's body before lowering his gaze and wrapping his towel around his waist. Zac just scoffed, pulling on a t-shirt with a heavy metal band logo printed across it before rummaging through his bag for pants.

"Well, maybe you'll be able to come to Nationals to cheer for me at least," Zac taunted as he pulled on some boxer briefs, stuffing a silicone packer down the front to give the illusion of a bulge, "Someone's gotta hold up the big signs right?"

Rhys shot Zac a look and mouthed a few words to the otter, leading Kane to his locker to get his pet dressed. He started with a thick leather collar, a nice one with a spot for a padlock to lock it on, and gingerly fasten it around Kane's neck. He locked on a small brass padlock and grinned, sneaking a kiss to his otter's nose. Zac silently rolled his eyes while pulling on his pants, leaving the two alone in the locker room.

"Did I do something to offend him or something?" Kane finally asked as the locker room door closed.

"Oh, Zac's just being Zac," Rhys tried to assure Kane as he dressed himself in a polo shirt and khakis, "He works pretty hard to get to where he's at, and he's used to having people constantly criticizing him, so he's pretty defensive. Why he takes it out on you? My degree is in Sports Science, not Psychology, so I can't say for sure, but if I had to guess he might be jealous that you have the coach to yourself?"

"Well strictly speaking it's the other way around, you having me to yourself." Kane chuckled meekly, pulling on a pair of tight-fitting silk briefs that hugged his hips close, not at all hiding the outline of the cage on his sheath. The otter pulled on a pair of loose-fitting basketball shorts - a bit short for the season, but at least decent enough for walking around campus with Rhys on a weekday. Lastly, Rhys attached a pair of leather cuffs to Kane's wrists - not linked, but enough to remind Kane of their presence.

The two made sure the locker room was empty and locked and left for home, making a quick stop at a vending machine to grab a cool, refreshing Dr Pepper for the road, Kane taking every opportunity on the freeway to sneak a grope between his master's legs. The wolf just chuckled, making small talk the entire drive home. Once the two pulled into the garage, Kane hopped out to get the door for Rhys. Before coming back into the house itself, Kane quickly undressed and set his clothes in a basket - Master's Rules were still Master's Rules, and the wolf was hardly about to deprive himself of the sight of a nude otter with a nice athletic swimmer's build walking around his house.

The two settled into their evening routines as they always did. Kane tidied up around the house and worked on some homework assignments while Rhys got dinner started. Kane hummed to himself, taking the occasional opportunity to press his hips up against the various tables and counters, groaning a little while unable to help himself from teasing at his caged bits.

Dinner for the night was a surprise for Kane - poached salmon on a bed of sautéed kale, with a nice little drizzle of sriracha to tie it all together with a little kick. Kane raised a brow, suspecting that Rhys might be up to something to be making his favorite meal out of the blue, but the smell of tasty salmon was pretty impossible to resist. The otter sat at the table and happily dug into his meal, sipping on some white wine on the side. If the otter were wearing a shirt (or anything besides a collar, cuffs, and sheath cage), it might have been mistaken for a nice casual dinner date between lovers to the outside observer.

After dinner, Kane dutifully set to cleaning the kitchen, then joined his master on the floor in front of the couch. He nuzzled up against the wolf's leg, closing his eyes and hugging his rudderlike tail to his chest. The otter was just starting to relax with his master when the doorbell rang. Kane perked his ears and looked up at Rhys, who grinned down at his little pet as he stood to get the door.

"Ah good, I was worried he might be late," Rhys chucked menacingly as he pointed to the middle of the living room floor, "Present yourself, we have a guest."

Kane's cheeks flushed red under his dark brown fur. It had been a while since Rhys had elected to share Kane, but it was still a semi-regular activity. Kane assumed the position on the floor, sitting on his knees with his firm rear just above his heels, tail curled to his side. He sat with his arms behind his back, with his chest, stomach, and groin on display for whoever was about to walk through the front door. As he leaned his head to the side to expectantly catch a glimpse, his heart immediately sank as a familiar face appeared in the doorway.

"So nice to finally see you outside of practice and races, Zac," Rhys greeted the usually-dour otter at the door, letting him stroll right on in, "Definitely excited to let you get some extra time to get to know my little pet here."

Kane shifted uncomfortably on his heels, biting his lower lip nervously as Zac entered the living room. The blonde otter carried a heavy-looking gym bag and wore a leather jacket and blue jeans, and a white t-shirt underneath. Rhys took Zac's jacket and hung it up before leading the otter into the living room where Kane waited. Zac leered down at the caged otter and grinned, dropping his bag to the floor with a thud.

"Well, I can at least see why you keep him around," Zac said, licking his lips, "Definitely a good look for him."

Rhys stepped behind Kane and rested his paws on his pet's shoulders, giving his guest a stern look.

"I know you have your issues with Kane as a teammate," Rhys lectured, "And we're done with it. I want you to help yourself to my pet tonight, but you two are going to start getting along and setting an example for the rest of the team."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Zac apologized as he started to undo his belt in front of Kane, "I don't mean to pick on the little guy so much. It's just a force of habit. Something to do with a long backstory that'll probably get filled in more if I ever get my own side-story after this one."

"Well we'll see how the comment sections look, but for tonight..." Rhys slid a paw down Kane's cheek and under his chin, lifting his pet's muzzle up a bit, "I think you two can get pretty well acquainted."

Kane whimpered a little and nodded a bit as Zac unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his thighs. The otter had no underwear on, giving Kane a view of his puffy swollen. He reached a paw around the back of Kane's head, pulling the caged otter's head forward to press his nose right up against his clit, growling just softly. He certainly preferred to present as male as possible in public, but he certainly wasn't opposed to putting his birth genitals to use. Kane meeped a bit as his muzzle was pressed up against the other male's slit - it was definitely a bit outside of what was normally shoved into Kane's face, but after a few sniffs, Zac's smell really just reminded him of the musty smell of any other guy he'd ever blown.

"C'mon, let me get some of that tongue I keep hearing about from Coach," Zac goaded, shifting his pants down past his knees, "It's not THAT complicated!"

The tan-haired otter whimpered just a bit, his tongue sliding out past his lips to press against Zac's. The taste was... not terribly unlike dick. Almost a little bit tangy even, if a bit saltier. The otter started to lean forward, curiously lapping over Zac's vulva and over his clit. He closed his eyes and settled in, letting his tongue explore between the soft folds of the rival otter.

As he started to work his way deeper in, Kane couldn't even ignore the feeling of his cage growing tighter around his sheath. Zac smirked and rested a paw on Kane's head, rubbing at one of his ears encouragingly, prompting a moan from the caged otter. Kane shuddered and pressed his lips around Zac's clit, pressing and rubbing the base of his tongue against the little nub.

"Now that's better... definitely a good show," Zac cooed as he rubbed the back of his paw over Kane's cheek, "But I have something else in store for you for tonight."

Zac reached down to hook a finger through the D-ring on Kane's collar, hoisting the caged otter up to his feet. Kane yelped as he stumbled up, losing his footing for a moment and landing right on Zac's chest. The blonde chuckled some, reaching down and giving Kane's balls a grope.

"Very nice... Coach tells me it's been three months since you've been allowed to get hard?" Zac opened his mouth to add a biting comment, but he sighed and gave the pet's bottom a pat, "Well, maybe one of these days I'll have that to toy with. But for tonight..."

Tugging on Kane's collar with one paw, and picking up his gym bag with the other, Zac dragged the pet otter into Rhys's bedroom, followed closely by the grey wolf. The athletic otter shoved Kane onto the bed, the pet hopping up onto his knees out of habit. While Zac chuckled in the background, Rhys took the straps attached to the bedposts and clipped them to Kane's wrist cuffs. Kane turned his head to try and see behind himself, but couldn't make out just what Zac was doing as he rummaged through his bag. Rhys grinned and stroked down the slick fur of Kane's back and over his pert ass, looking over at Zac with a conniving grin.

When Zac finally stepped around to Kane's field of view, the bound otter's eyes widened at the sight. Jutting out from Zac's hips was an ocean blue, foot long, silicone phallus heavy enough that the otter wearing it attached to a leather harness had to support it with one paw. The strap-on had a series of ridges going down the length, seeming to give the illusion of rippling waves, which Zac gingerly ran his webbed paw down the side of, smearing some slick, shiny lube along it.

"You like it?" Zac chuckled, wiping a lubed paw off on Kane's thigh, "I call it 'Poseidon', and baby, this god is anything but merciful."

While Rhys rolled his eyes at what he hoped would be the lamest joke he'd hear that night, Zac hopped up behind Kane, letting the blue phallus press underneath the otter's balls. Kane whimpered a bit as the thick toy was rubbed under his tail, while Rhys stroked his pet's chin.

"Well, he says no mercy," Rhys leaned in to whisper into Kane's ear, "In his defense, lube was his idea. I was going to have him go in dry until you got your 100-meter under 50 seconds."

Kane started to stammer out something, but he was distracted by Zac shoving the first few inches of a two-inch thick dildo into his tailhole. The otter yelped and balled his fists, wincing as the thankfully-lubed silicone dong slid right into his well-trained ass. It was hardly the first time Kane had taken a toy quite that big, but usually it was wielded by Rhys, who at least liked to take his time easing those things in. Zac, on the other hand, seemed to take great pleasure in pushing his hips forward, seeing just how much the otter under him could take.

Pushing in just an inch at a time, gradually spreading Kane's hole wider and wider around the tapered cock up to its full three inch thickness. Kane curled his toes as he clawed at the bedsheets, squeezing at Rhys's paw as he panted. It was definitely a strain, but after so much time with that infernal cage locked around his sheath, it almost was a bit of a relief with how Poseidon pressed against his prostate. After a grueling two minutes of pushing, Kane finally felt Zac's hips press against his bottom as he reached the end.

"Know what the best thing about this is?" Zac leaned in to growl into Kane's ear, "I'm not about to just blow my load into you and then collapse. I'm gonna keep going until I wear out, or until it stops being amusing to me."

Kane swallowed hard, bracing himself. Once Zac started to pull Poseidon out partway, though, the submissive otter gasped, perking his ears up. The ripples going down the base of the strap-on were more than just decoration - as they dragged along Kane's prostate, the otter started to feel his knees buckling. For the first time since Rhys locked his sheath up, Kane felt his cock practically trying to burst free, dribbling pre out of the slit at the top and onto the bedsheets below. As Zac rammed his hips forward, Kane tugged on the straps tying him by his wrists to the bedposts, moaning as he buried his face in the pillow in front of him.

Zac started to ram his hips forward into the otter below him, the base of Poseidon having its own little trick. Under the harness, a small bullet vibe attached to the bulging base of the blue cock, positioned just right to rub against the otter's clit as he thrusted forward. As he pounded into Kane's rear, Zac growled and moaned as he was able to utilize his store-bought phallus to bring him just as much pleasure as a naturally-grown one. As he gripped Kane by his hips for leverage, Zac felt a trickle of his own vaginal secretions dribbling down the slick fur of his thigh.

Kane shuddered and moaned, pushing his hips back along with Zac's thrusting. The strap-on was a sight to behold at first, but with the otter being so pent up, it was the best sexual energy to be shoved into him in so long. He panted heavily and squeezed his eyes shut, his cage dripping with pre as he collapsed onto the bed. When Zac threw back his head with a moan, cumming as he thrust his hips forward against Kane's ass, the submissive figured he would have a bit of a break... until he was reminded of Zac's words with another firm thrust, picking his pace right back up.

For an entire hour, Zac hardly relented on his abuse to Kane's asshole. He kept thrusting into the caged otter, who did all he could to keep up. Two little puddles were forming on Rhys's bedsheets, one under each otter as Kane struggled with his canine master fondling him. Zac finally tired after what felt like an eternity, unstrapping the leather harness from his hips and pulling it out of Kane's tailhole.

Kane finally collapsed on to bed, panting heaving and sweating as Zac picked himself up, catching his breath and stroking down Kane's rudder. Rhys finally undid one of his pet's wrist straps, letting Kane roll over onto his side. As the otter's eyes fluttered open, though, he was greeted by a thick pink canine cock with a knot just starting to swell.

"Now, I do believe you started a job earlier that I very much expect you to finish."

* * *

"C'mon Kane, you can do it!"

Zac cheered from the sidelines as Kane dove under the water to turn into the final lap of his swimming race, just barely behind third place. So far he was set to hit his personal best time for 100-meter freestyle, but the cheetah in front of him was relentless. Kane tried to focus as hard as he could on the breathing techniques Zac had taught him, exhaling only when his head was underwater so he had more time to breathe in above, trying desperately to maintain his pace. When he finally tagged the edge of the pool, he swung his head up out of the water to see the cheetah doing the same and immediately looked up to the scoreboard.

True to his agreement with Rhys, Zac had taken Kane on for sharing some extra coaching, sharing some of his breathing techniques - Kane's biggest weak point. It took a few weeks, with Kane now reaching the four-month mark in chastity, but the otter was starting to show some real improvement, and finally was starting to feel a glimmer of hope as he looked up.

4th Place. By two tenths of a second.

Kane's heart sank as he pulled himself out of the pool, trudging back to where Zac and Rhys had a towel waiting for him. The cage on his cock felt all the more tight as Zac pulled him into a hug, pressing the otter's face against his chest.

"Well it's a new personal best!" Zac assuaged Kane as Rhys nodded approvingly, "For just a minute I thought you were going to pass that cat but he made it just a bit before with those lanky arms."

Kane sighed and whimpered, looking to Rhys pleadingly as Zac pressed his hips forward, the otter's swimsuit rubbing up against Kane's subtly to taunt him. Rhys just grinned and licked his lips, giving no indication that Kane would get to feel his own erection until the next race next weekend.

"C'mon now," Zac took Kane by the wrist and started to lead him to the locker room, "My race doesn't start for another twenty minutes. How about you come help me warm up in the showers?"