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It was high noon and the sun was beating down on the plantation, enveloping the lush orchards and lazy canals in a shroud of stifling air that carried the dusty smell of dry grass. Tenshal opened his maw, yawned, and stretched his muscular limbs, bored to death after hours of idleness. He and the rest of the new hires were standing under the merciful shelter of a mango tree just in front of the infirmary, patiently waiting for their names to be called for the examination. With his graceful body and sinewy muscles the young tiger physically stood out from the crowd of prospective labourers, but his motives were no different from theirs. Like many of the men of his village before him, he had been lured from his native jungle by the promise of good wages as a farm hand on one of the sprawling estates that dotted the fertile countryside around the city. However, before he could start to work he would need to be declared fit and free of contagious diseases by the estate's physician. Tenshal had expected the process to be a quick formality but the whole morning had come and gone and more than half of them were still waiting.

A fly buzzed past, drawn to the sweaty bodies. Rising to his feet in frustration, Tenshal scratched his back against the rough bark of the tree and, having nothing better to do, observed his surroundings. From his spot in the shade he could see that despite the oppressive heat the plantation was teeming with the activity of dozens of workers of all breeds and sizes, from heavy-footed buffalo porters to slender antelope fruit pickers. A rustling sound caught his attention and he turned just in time to see a group of large felines, tigers like himself, emerge from a nearby field with their muscular arms loaded with bunches of sugarcane. The great cats were barely clothed, most wearing little more than a flimsy loincloth, and their orange fur was tangled and stained by the sticky juices seeping from the freshly-cut stalks. Following the instructions of a leopard overseer, the tigers loaded the precious bundles onto an ox-cart pulled by two stallions. Judging by the amount of dust and sweat that caked their naked bodies the pair had been working for hours without a rest, and Tenshal saw one of the two horses tug at his harness and talk to the supervisor, perhaps to ask for a break. The tiger was too far away to hear the words being exchanged but the request was clearly angrily denied. Shrugging his broad shoulders, the huge stallion spread his legs, pulled his flaccid penis from its leathery sheath and urinated where he stood, the piss forming a muddy puddle in front of him.

Tenshal winced, disgusted but unable to detach his eyes from the black, meaty flesh so shamelessly displayed. What was perhaps more shocking than the gross act itself was the fact that no one else had paid it the slightest attention. The other horse did not even recoil when some stray piss splashed against his hooves and ankles. He shook his head in resignation, knowing that a few days of hard work in the fields would doubtlessly make him forget his squeamishness. His thoughts were interrupted when a sand-furred jackal stepped out of the door, a precious certificate of health clutched in his paw. Tenshal frowned, the small canine was waddling rather than walking, and the tiger could swear that a faint yet musky smell was wafting from his lithe body. He was about to ask him how the examination had gone when a voice rose from within the infirmary.

"Next please!"

Glancing one last time at the tipsy-looking jackal, Tenshal entered the building. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust from the bright sunshine outside to the dimly-lit interior but what he saw soothed his anxiety. The room was meticulously clean and the air, while hot, was made pleasant by a fragrant blend of dried herbs and purifying perfume. Around him the walls were covered in shelves piled high with medicinal supplies, and in the centre stood a long table draped in a white cloth. Leaning against the table was the physician himself, a large river otter wearing a grey robe with the sleeves rolled up. He was busy washing his hands in a copper bowl, and Tenshal noticed that his shiny brown fur was streaked with a smattering of silver hair. The physician turned his head towards the tiger and gave him a warm smile.

"We will start in a moment. Please close the door and remove your tunic."

This was something Tenshal had not been looking forward to. Of course, being without clothes in front of another male was nothing new to him. In fact on many occasions he had hunted, fished and wrestled naked with his friends without any shame, but this man was a stranger. Still, he knew what to expect when he signed up for the job, and there was also something reassuring in the otter's kind face. Without a word, the tiger closed the door behind him, took a deep breath, unravelled the laces of his tunic and let the light fabric fall to the floor before shoving it aside with his foot. Now entirely nude, he rested his hands on his lean hips and stood still, his chest rising and falling slowly.

The physician dried his hands with a towel and turned towards Tenshal, surveying him head to toes. The tiger remained motionless as the otter's gaze moved slowly from his well-shaped thighs to his white belly, to his muscular shoulders and finally to his round feline face. The physician bobbed his head appreciatively, and Tenshal briefly felt the urge to cover his sheath and testicles with his hands. There was no obvious lust in those brown eyes but they had lingered maybe a little too long on his malehood. Sensing the tiger's discomfort, the otter chuckled softly.

"Don't get ideas into your head. I have already seen many well-endowed young lads today and you are all the same down there, I assure you. Now turn around."

Tenshal turned to face the wall, exposing his striped back and buttocks to the physician. The words had left him reassured but also slightly offended, as if he were a mere beast of burden being sized up at a market. But after all, he mused, he was offering his services as a farm hand after all, valuable for his strong back and nothing more. Despite this, the weight of the otter's eyes on his body made his tail twitch nervously.

"Beautiful fur, this is a sign of good health. You can turn around."

The tiger obeyed, trying to look mildly bored. The otter spoke again.

"I will take a closer look at your mouth and limbs."

Tenshal nodded in agreement and stretched his jaws as wide as he could. The otter was tall for someone of his species but still shorter than Tenshal by a head. Climbing atop a small stool, he peeked into the tiger's gaping maw and inserted two fingers to lift his raspy tongue. The young man breathed through his nose while his gums, cheeks and fangs were thoroughly inspected. He thought about all the other "young lads" the doctor had touched before him today: bulls, felines, dogs, horses, maybe even humans? The mental picture of the prying fingers going from their nude, unwashed bodies to his mouth made him stifle a gag. He screwed up his face and swallowed his saliva with a shiver when the otter finally climbed down from his stool.

"I know," he said, wiping his drool-soaked hand on a piece of cloth, "this is never pleasant."

The physician spent the next few minutes palpating the tiger's legs and arms and admiring the rippling muscles that bulged under the short fur. Satisfied, he pressed his head against Tenshal's chest and listened, the thick hairs of his whiskers rubbing against the tiger's skin. If he noticed the sudden change in his patient's heartbeat, he said nothing about it.

"Beautiful, you are the best specimen so far today. Now I will ask you to bend over, please."

Blood flushed to Tenshal's cheeks and ears. He was about to protest when the otter spoke up.

"I need to check for worms."

Tenshal grumbled a little for good measure but he complied and put his hands on his knees. From the corner of his eye he saw the otter circle around him and his tail curled instinctively between his legs, shielding his pucker. The doctor lifted it with a gentle but firm hand, spread the round buttocks and observed the anal area attentively before pressing his nostrils against the exposed hole, his sharp nose trying to pick out any hint of sickness hiding behind the complex aroma. The tiger gasped in surprise when the cold wet snout poked against his sensitive skin but before he could react it was already over. A friendly hand patted his shoulder to let him know that he could stand straight again.

"Sorry if I startled you. You'll be happy to know that we're almost done, I just need to have a look between your legs."

Tenshal's mouth went dry and a cold sweat erupted on his body, but he said nothing as the physician knelt in front of him and delicately grabbed his sheath before slowly rolling the protective skin backwards, exposing his thin barbed penis. He took the pink member between his forefinger and thumb, checking for sores, before holding it close to his nose and sniffing it cautiously, his warm breath caressing the moist skin.

"The smell is sharp but healthy, just make sure you wash yourself regularly. No pain or burning sensation when passing water? No..."

Before he could finish his sentence the shaft started to twitch between his fingers, the male organ lengthening and swelling rapidly as blood flowed into it. Tenshal stood paralyzed as his body finally responded to the attention that was being lavished on it. There was a brief moment of silence in the room as both men looked at the blossoming erection.

"I'm... I'm sorry," Tenshal stammered, "I don't know what's..."

At last the otter raised his head and fixed his eyes upon the mortified tiger. The look on his face was one of sympathy for the young man's embarrassment, although there was also a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Ah, don't worry. This happens far more often than you'd think, it doesn't mean anything," he said in an understanding voice, "And this is actually quite timely."

"What do you mean?" replied the tiger, now genuinely confused.

"Before I let you go I will need a sample from these, to make sure they are functioning normally," the physician replied, his fingers cupping the soft-furred scrotum hanging a few inches from his face and gently pinching the plum-shaped testicles inside. Seeing the bewilderment in Tenshal's eyes, he raised his hand in appeasement.

"These are the rules. You may have noticed that females are not allowed on this plantation. They would be a source of distraction and tension among the workers."

"So what?" the tiger erupted.

"Well, your sexual urges will not simply vanish into thin air, and until the end of your contract you will be working, eating, living and sleeping surrounded by other males at all times, therefore I must ensure that you are not carrying any illnesses. The last thing we need here is an epidemic."

The tiger snarled and bared his fangs in furious denial. What was this idiot blabbering about? He had come here to work and earn honest money to pay for a wedding back home, not to relieve the frustrations of a bunch of lonely farm workers. True, he thought, he had never actually been with a girl, as the elders of the tribe kept the young males away from the females until they could prove themselves as men. It was also true that in the past he and his clan-brothers had found solace and comfort in each other's company, but these games were all behind him now.

"I am not implying anything about you," the otter added, seeing the confusion and anger on the feline's face, "but things can happen when a large number of young males spend a lot of time together with little privacy from each other. The master deems such practices a bit uncouth but also unavoidable, and thus he has given strict instructions to check all new workers for venereal diseases."

Tenshal looked down at his erect member. He didn't write the rules, and if he wanted to work here and save money he would have to do as he was told. He remembered the times when he and his mates had gone on long hunting expeditions together and at the thought a bead of precum sipped from his cock slit and dropped to the floor. He turned his gaze away and spoke through his clenched teeth.

"Fine, let's get this over with."

"I knew you'd be reasonable! If you want, I can give you an empty vial and leave you alone for a few minutes."

The tiger opened his mouth to agree and then paused, unsure he would be able to make himself cum alone and under pressure. The otter was still holding his penis, and now he had to admit that the feeling of the soft hands pressing against his hard shaft was actually enjoyable. Besides, he was the one being serviced by another male, not the other way around.

"I will need some help," Tenshal said boldly, now looking him directly in the eyes.

"Naturally," the physician smiled, "In fact, I know just the way to obtain a good sample. Now lay on your back on the table and follow my instructions carefully."

Tenshal looked for a moment at the table, now understanding its purpose. He climbed atop it and spread his legs very wide upon the physician's instructions. His feet were placed in two stirrups which were attached to the ceiling, leaving his anus, balls and cock fully exposed. Satisfied, the otter caressed his thigh and produced a small flask from his pocket. He uncorked it and poured a reddish, oily liquid in the palm of his hand.

"This ointment is made from the sap of one of the exotic plants we cultivate here," he said, lathering his fingers, "you will soon understand why it is in such high demand."

Before Tenshal could ask what he meant, the physician reached out between his spread-out legs and rubbed his greasy finger against the tiger's anus, smearing it with the oily substance before slipping two fingers inside the tight opening. Indignation flared in Tenshal's chest. Under the tail, or rather under his tail, was where he had always drawn the line in the past, but the cry of anger died on his lips when a rush of warmth flooded his lower body and made his softening penis grow hard again. Seeing the tiger's reaction, the otter poured another measure of oil on the pink pucker and twirled his fingers inside the big cat's rectum, forcing more of the liquid in and spreading the spicy mixture around his velvety insides.

Tenshal's toes curled and a low moan drifted from his throat as the warmth roared throughout his body, the tingling sensation in his asshole now matched by a burning heat in his cheeks and nose. Lowering his head, he saw his dick twitch in the air and spurt a little jet of watery precum over the soft white fur of his belly. Instinctively, he lifted his hand to grasp his red-hot member and bring himself to a quick orgasm but the otter caught his wrist in mid-air.

"Not yet," tut-tutted the physician, "we must stimulate your sperm production."

The tiger could easily have brushed the less muscular otter aside but something in his voice and eyes made it impossible to disobey, the doctor had the confident authority of someone who knew his craft and knew it well. Resisting the urge to immediately relieve the pressure in his groin, Tenshal meekly dropped his hand to his side and stood still, his breathing heavy and his fur damp with sweat.

Smiling, the otter withdrew his slick fingers from the warm asshole and ran his index along the tiger's dick, caressing the tense skin before circling the bumpy ridge of his conical glans and toying with the little slit of his urethra. Everywhere it went the finger left a fiery trail of ecstasy behind, but it always stopped short of bringing the tiger over the edge. Tenshal dug his claws into the hard wood of the table and breathed faster, his willpower stretched to its limits. Pleased with the response he was eliciting, the physician squeezed the turgid cock one last time and let it go.

The otter stepped back to take something from a nearby shelf. When he turned again, Tenshal saw him holding a thick rod in his hand. It was made of some dark, polished exotic wood and its shape, while undeniably phallic, was unfamiliar to him. The shaft was longer than his own member, with a pointy tip and a large bulb-like portion near the base. He briefly wondered what species it belonged to and, as if reading his thoughts, the doctor spoke up.

"Canine anatomy is fascinating, isn't it? I used one of my patients as a model, an exceptionally large wolf from the northern lands. I have a few more of these but this one always yields the best results."

The words and their implication made Tenshal feel dizzy. Although the tool looked clean enough, its surface was covered with a shiny gloss that gave off a distinctly masculine smell. He realized that the wood had acquired its musky varnish from soaking the juices of dozens of different asses. After slathering the rod with more oil, the otter lined it up with Tenshal's hole before slowly pressing it forward. The first few inches slid in effortlessly into the well-lubed cavity and at first the feeling of penetration, while odd, was far from unpleasant, but after a few seconds the tiger found himself grinding his teeth as his tight ring was stretched uncomfortably. The otter kept pushing until the bulb was firmly pressed against the entrance, stopping just as a whimper escaped Tenshal's lips.

"This is enough for now," the physician said, much to Tenshal's relief. The pain was fading, replaced by a warm sensation around his sphincter as his body slowly got used to the foreign object. After taking a few seconds to admire the result of his work, he began to massage and palpate the feline's testicles, rolling them in their furry scrotum.

"Do you feel how full they are? They are ripe and aching to release their seed."

The tiger shook his head, tears of frustration pearling in his eyes. The strain in both his ass and cock was becoming unbearable and he silently begged the otter to grant him release. With a nod, the doctor acknowledged the request and reached out for Tenshal's dick. A raspy sigh of relief thanked him when his fingers closed around the burning shaft. Not delaying any further, the doctor started masturbating the tiger with efficient, expert strokes, and soon the only sounds in the room were the wet noises of skin slapping skin and the primal growls of the big cat that lay stretched nude on the table.

For the first time since he had entered the room Tenshal allowed himself to relax and let the sensations flow through his tense body, his earlier qualms and reluctance all but forgotten. He knew he wouldn't last long, but after what he had gone through he was determined to enjoy every second of the experience. He half-closed his eyes to better savour the heat radiating from his groin and after a few seconds his hands griped the cloth of the table, a powerful orgasm stirring in his strained balls. Through his blurred vision, Tenshal saw the otter reach in his pocket and pull out a glass vial before trying to direct the throbbing penis towards the opening. He was a fraction of a second too late. With a deep roar of pent-up fury the tiger began to ejaculate, his cocktip shooting long ropes of warm cum high into the air. Lost in the throes of his climax, he did not see the first few spurts miss the vial and splatter all over the otter's robe. The otter swore under his breath but did not panic, and the remaining gushes of seed were all safely collected. Finally, the furious waves of pleasure receded, to be replaced by a calm afterglow that allowed Tenshal to slowly regain his bearings. He stared at the ceiling, his breathing ragged, and he felt the rod slowly slid out of his anus, dislodged by the contractions of his muscles. Dimly aware of a feeling in his malehood, he raised his head and saw that the doctor was still squeezing the last drops of seed from his numb cock, his wet fingers gently pressing against the base of the penis and working their way upwards to force out the remaining cum. At this moment, he noticed the huge, dripping stains on the otter's chest.

"You came harder and faster than I expected, not all my patients are as vigorous as you are," the physician said, "But no need to worry, you have given me a very generous sample," he added, lifting the vial to Tenshal's eyes. The little bottle was filled almost to the rim with thick, greyish spunk.

The tiger suddenly found himself feeling very conscious of his nakedness again. He had just let another man manipulate his genitals until ejaculation, and even more confusingly this had resulted in the most powerful orgasm in his life. He told himself that he had simply used the other male for his pleasure but his mind was not so easily put at rest. Trying his best to look untroubled, he freed his feet from the stirrups and sat on the edge of the table, his softening cock slowly retracting in its sheath. The room had become noticeably warmer, and the aromatic herbs could not mask the raunchy stench of sweat and masculine sexuality. The otter wiped the cum from the front of his robe with a towel before handing the cloth to Tenshal. The tiger hesitated for a second, then took the rag and carefully wiped the sweat from his brow and the oily residue from his sheath and ass crack. With a quick nod towards his piled clothes he asked if he could get dressed and, having received permission, he put on his tunic again.

After catching one last glimpse of the athletic body, the otter dipped a finger into the still-warm goo and rubbed his index and thumb together. Satisfied, he raised the vial to his nose and breathed deeply of the salty essence before raising the container to his lips and taking a long sip, letting the liquid rest on his tongue for several seconds before swallowing it. In spite of his detached air, Tenshal shifted in place uneasily as the otter slowly drank the juice that had come out of his testicles.

"Very good," the doctor said, putting the empty vial on the table. "The colour, smell and taste are all perfectly fine. The consistency is a little thicker than normal for a cat, almost horse-like really, but given the impressive volume you have produced I assume this was your first ejaculation in many days."

Tenshal grumbled a thank you when the smaller man handed him the piece of paper that vouched for his good health. As he was about to open the door, the otter laid his hand on his shoulder.

"I encourage all of my patients to undergo regular examinations, so do not hesitate to come back anytime. I will also be taking an apprentice to assist me in my labours, and he will certainly need some hands-on practice."

Tenshal felt an erection straining against the fabric of his tunic. He opened the door and crossed the courtyard, oblivious to the stares of his companions. Lost in his thoughts, he nearly bumped into a pair of tigers returning from the fields. The cat nearest to him sniffed the air and grinned a wide grin.

"Don't worry," he whispered, "soon enough you will see this as a perk of the job."