Blue Pulse Pool

Story by Zrathie on SoFurry

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#3 of Watersports

Today is a red-letter day for Max, the otter. He is going to play a mischievous trick on the furs at Blue Pulse Pool. Whatever it is it will involve wet fun and more than a few accidents.

This is a muti wetting omorashi/desperation story set at Blue Pulse Pool. It takes place long before Jamie's Night Out and stars Max the teasing otter with a guest appearance of his boyfriend Toby the cougar.

Thanks for reading, please tell me if my kinky story gets you in a state like Max. I want to know if this story pushed your buttons! Don't be shy I wrote this story after hearing other people's fantasies. Maybe your idea could make it into my next story.


Blue Pulse Pool

By Zrathie

Today was going to be a red-letter day for Max, the otter. He was going to play a mischievous trick on the furs at the pool. The otter worked at Blue Pulse Pool as a swimming instructor. While he drove satisfaction from teaching furs how to swim. His work also satisfies something else, a desire. Max had an unusual desire one that he would indulge when he could. Now he was getting the pool's patrons in on the wet fun.

Blue Pulse Pool was a male-only gay-friendly pool. While you didn't have to be gay to be able to attend you still had to be male or identify as such to be let in. It catered to the local gay scene and even had nude swimming nights. The Blue Pulse Pool logo was an otter leaning on the lettering "Blue Pulse Pool". While Blue Pulse was a special place for Max. He wanted to indulge his kinky side on the job.

Watersports, not water polo but the kind that made Max's heart race nonetheless. The pool was a perfect environment for Max to play his bladder games. For Max it was a hunt of sorts, watching the others in the water looking for the tell-tale signs of bladder distress. He just enjoyed causing wet accidents, and he just didn't have that opportunity most of the time.

Max looked down at the heavy padlock that barred the entrance to the toilet block. With the toilets locked Max was going to cause many accidents today. He tapped a handwritten note to the metal bars of the door. The sign told that the restrooms were closed for repairs. A lie of course but a plausible one. The stage was set for his antics.

Max was dressed for the part. What he had chosen was his favourite creamlike, lustrous speed skin. The compression sportswear hugged his sleek body all over. It came down to his ankles and his wrists only his thick otter rudder-like tail was free. The rubberised material was a glossy black that shined when it was wet. Despite most of his body being covered by the swimsuit, its tightness showed off his balls and the bulge of his sheath in a borderline lude way. Max had it custom made with the Blue Pulse Pool logo printed on his top right chest.

He was sure he had caused more involuntary erections than bladder accidents in this outfit. He only wore it if he was chasing a guy he fancied or on special occasions and today was such a day. It had worked it's magic on his boyfriend Toby when they first met. He had worked the poor cougar up into a frenzy. A frenzy that only a mutual rub and tug in the pool showers could sedate.

Max had tried to get Toby in on his pool wetting fun. The cougar was comfortable doing a bladder holding and wetting scene at home. Toby's holds and accidents were left in the private sphere between him and Max. At the pool, the big cat refused to wet his swimwear even with Max's encouragement. Max had tried different methods even dressing the cat up in different swimsuit layers that were inconvenient to take off in a hurry. It just didn't work. It was something that Max was going to have to work on.

Max made the short walk up to the office. There Ulrich was in the middle of a sale. He waited for the office/kiosk window to become vacant before approaching. The alligator was dressed in a white polo shirt with the pool's logo on the breast pocket. He was wearing somewhat frumpy sweatpants that looked a size or two too big. The alligator had his reasons for modesty. Although Max thought it was a shame such a muscled specimen hid his booty from the world.

As Max placed the keys on the counter, he noticed that Ulrich was watching something on the wall to the side of the service desk. It was the security camera display monitor. Security cameras had a view of most of the pool and surrounding area. On occasions when more camera coverage needed additional cameras could be patched into the system. It was so handy even small cameras from a spy shop could be hooked into it.

"See anything interesting?" asked Max.

"Nothing yet," said the alligator shooting Max a toothy grin.

"Well if there is any trouble you can leave your post. Just like we agreed," said Max.

"Sure thing," said Ulrich as he slid the keys into his hand before placing them in the top draw.

"I'll have the two for one drink deal, cola please," said Max.

Ulrich turned and opened the drinks fridge and grabbed two cans of soda and placed them on the counter.

"Cash, card or tab?" asked Ulrich.

"Just my tab, please," replied Max.

Ulrich typed in Max's code from memory and rang up the sale. He pushed the two soda cans towards Max.

"Thanks," said Max.

He took his purchase and walked towards the seating area near the kiosk. The pool had a smart system for making kiosk purchases. Members and guests could set up a tab to pay for drinks and snacks without needing to return to their lockers for their wallets. It was Monday the day where they had a two for one offer on drinks. Max had put much planning into today's events. He cracked the first soda and began sipping.

So far only a small amount of animals were at the pool. Monday's attracted fewer people, but it was forecast to be very warm today, so perhaps there would be a bigger crowd. It didn't matter too much, Max was sure there would be enough creatures to play with. He took another sip of cola.

One of the furs at the pool today was a fox named Oscar. He was dressed in a swimming speed suit. It helped to reduce the drag caused by his wet coat as he swam. It also showed off his slender vulpine body. The speed skin even had a tail sleeve that made his bushy fox tail squash down into a more otter-like shape.

He was going to load up on some water before doing some laps. He walked up the kiosk and placed his drink order. He was drinking plain water and couldn't resist when the alligator attendant offered him a two for one deal. He found a place to sit and started drinking. He had a good view of the pool and was looking towards a wolf up on one of the diving steps.

Franklin dove into the water and swam doggy style in a large circle. He lacked the finesse of some of the other swimmers, but it didn't bother him. The wolf was here for fun not doing laps or training. He stopped and came to the surface. He was panting trying to catch his breath. He saw an otter walk along beside the pool. Franklin knew the otter worked at the pool. What was his name, Manwell? He couldn't remember.

What had really caught his eye was the otter's attire. The tight swimming skin was showing off his sexy swimmers build. It was just body type he liked lean with defined muscles but not overly muscled. Some guys dug the gym junkie muscled up look but not Franklin. He loved that body type not just because of appearances but the better attitude they had. His last boyfriend was a juice-head bodybuilder.

When he beat Franklin in a fit of roid rage that was it. The wolf ghosted him, and that meant the local gym was off limits. Part of the reason the wolf was here was to meet cute guys or perhaps just enjoy the view. He wanted his Mojo back. He needed an evening with Manwell or whatever his name was. Just a look was enough, cuties like him were always taken.

Sometime later Oscar was climbing up out of the pool. He was about half-way through his routine. His bladder was prodding him reminding him that he had to visit the washroom. Before he got carried away with his swimming Oscar thought now was a good time for a water break and to visit the men's room.

Oscar walked to the kiosk and ordered two more bottles of water. The alligator seemed a bit distracted by something on a screen out of the fox's view. Oscar thought he must be watching soap operas on mute. The fox didn't hold it against him he was polite when he approached the window. Oscar sat down and drank the two bottles of water one after the other. He watched as more furs had come to the pool. It wasn't too busy about twenty-five or so individuals.

Oscar got up and headed over to the bin and placed his empty bottles into the recycling. He trotted down to the toilet block. What he found made him frown. The toilets were closed, the metal bars of the outer doors were padlocked shut. Oscar turned around and headed back to the pool he wasn't going to let his day be ruined by this.

The fox wasn't the only fur to be feeling the effects of a filling bladder. Over the last few minutes, many of the pool's patrons had slipped down to the toilet block only to discover it closed. For a couple of furs, it made them call it a day, but most decided to just hold it. The water was too lovely and weather too warm to return home yet.

For Max, his fun was only just starting. He was looking for the first pool patron he could "help", and by just after lunch, he found just that. Max had spotted his first victim. He was a mouse. A creature, small in stature and possibly even a smaller in bladder capacity. His pale white form trembled in the water. Max slowly snuck up behind him and placed one of his webbed hand paws on the creature's back. The mouse jumped splashing some water about. He spun around to face Max.

"Hello there. I didn't mean to scare you," said Max.

The mouse had a horrified expression on his muzzle. Max soon felt why. The warmth flowing towards him could come only from one source. He must have scared the piss out of the timid creature. Max slipped the mouse a knowing smile before gliding under the water. He moved away under the surface. That was too easy he needed to find better prey.

Max's own bladder was beginning to feel the effects of the soda he had drunk. The growing pressure reminding him that he was also trapped in the bulging bladder games. His needs could wait at least for a while. It was only fair that he suffered along with the rest of his victims. It wasn't that the otter minded wetting himself he just wanted it to be unique.

Max spotted his next victim and swam over. He was a brown coloured wolf who was looking towards the stairs with a forlorn look on his muzzle. Max came up in front of him.

"What's the matter wolf? Do you want to get out of the pool?" Max asked.

The wolf's ears went flat against his head.

His reaction alone told Max he was onto him. "You need to pee, don't you?" Max said trying not to sound too excited.

"I'm not going to go in the pool," said the wolf.

"I don't doubt it. Let me tell you how we otters handle this situation. As you climb out a lot of water will come off your fur. There's more than enough water to conceal a quick piss at the top of the ladder," said Max.

"I can't do that and what, just get back in the pool in piss soaked swimmers?" said the wolf.

"I'm only passing on some aquatic mammal tips and tricks. It's an even better strategy for you wolves all that fur soaks up a tonne of water," said Max.

The wolf doggy paddled away. He was going to the ladder from the looks of it. Max wondered if his words would have an effect. Some furs just needed his approval to flood themselves under the water. While others would cut their swimming time sort just so they wouldn't think they were disgusting. Max knew that's why they put chlorine into the water. You just couldn't stop at least one fur from having a pool tinkle.

Max spotted the wolf climb out of the pool. He was disappointed when the wolf didn't stop at the top of the ladder to relieve himself. If was a different story for his fellow swimming instructor Andrew. The lynx was the next creature to get out of the water. The lynx paused at the top of the ladder just outside the pool. He wet his speedo letting rivers of piss become intermingled with the excess pool water flowing down his legs. Only Max know what he was doing because he had taught him what to do.

He would have loved to tease the muscular lynx, but he wasn't reluctant about his speedo wettings. He didn't wait for a full bladder so finding him needy wasn't an option. Perhaps one day he would catch that cat with a bursting bladder but today was not the day. He couldn't help but gawk at his brazen wetting. Speedos didn't hide much at all. All it would take was a creature looking at just the right angle at the wrong time to catch him.

Max shivered at the sight of his co-worker's secret wetting. His own bladder had only gotten worse. Usually, he would have climbed up too and let loose. Waiting for any longer would mean his more significant flow of piss wouldn't be dismissed as just pool water running down his fur. He couldn't use this method after a certain point. Max had different plans and besides it had only started getting good.

A coyote named Walter was filling his water bottle at a tap behind the change room building. His bottle was about half full when a green coloured lizard came rushing around the corner. He stopped and stared at Walter or more precisely the running water tap. The lizard had an anxious expression on his muzzle. The coyote raised an eyebrow as he shut off the faucet and replaced the lid to his water bottle. Walter rounded the corner and walked back towards the pool.

Little did the coyote know that as soon as he was out of sight, the lizard absolutely flooded his swimming jammers. The lizard had come from a small line of furs lining up for the showers. The change rooms didn't have toilets, but they had showers, and some of the pool's patrons were having a tinkle as they showered.

Oscar was making his way back to the changeroom himself. The fox's bladder was getting to the stage where he was sure he would not make it home without springing a leak. His mind was replaying the fantasy of standing under the shower head and letting loose. He doubted he would even bother to take off his swimming speed suit at this rate. It was then he noticed the lineup. He bit his bottom lip and turned away. Oscar had in mind one last place he could piss without an audience.

Franklin walked towards the toilets, but as he rounded the corner, he ran into the barred gates blocking his way. What? The pool's toilets were closed. What was he going to do? He thought quickly. The spa was semi-secluded he would have to wet the pool after all. At least no one was in the spa as he went past. He was beginning to think Manwell's advice was right after all.

The wolf made his way back. His bladder was close to bursting. He kept his cool because the spa was still empty. All he had to do was get there and not spring a leak. As he was almost there his cock released a trickle of urine. He had to move, so he kept walking towards his salvation. He had enough self-control to make it to the bottom of the stairs.

Franklin climbed the stairs to the spa with shaky footfalls. He couldn't believe what he was doing. Of all days to have the toilets closed at the pool it had to be today. He didn't want to do his deed in the main pool because he didn't want others to swim in his pee. He jabbed the control to the water jets turning them on high. The wolf had just seconds before he lost control, so he had to get under the water.

As soon as he sat down under the water on the spa seat. He let loose. His bladder shuddered as he started to pee. It was a heavy stream full and urgent. He was sure if he had taken the otter's advice just the amount of piss alone would give away what he was doing. He focused on controlling his expression to not give away that he was pissing himself. If he weren't so focused on his task, he would have noticed others at the pool biting their lips and walking with halting nervous gaits.

One such fur was the sleek fox, Oscar. He was walking up the grassy embankment that flanked one side of the pool. Oscar's bladder predicament had only gotten worse, he needed to piss urgently. His plan to use the change room showers was dashed. The fox's desperate bladder wouldn't last long.

Looking around for a private place to piss was a challenge. Oscar needed privacy. Enough time to strip off, pee and put his skins on again. The empty embankment offered a great view of the pool, but that worked both ways. He needed to get to the grove of trees near the boundary fence. That's where he was going. He came up to a flat section of ground at the top of the embankment. He looked towards the grove of trees. His heart sank when he spotted someone lurking there.

Oscar looked around there wasn't anywhen close by where he could have a secret tinkle. He licked his black canine lips as he thought about what he could do. The fox had his towel with him, and that was it. He didn't want to use it to soak up urine. The fluffy white towel wouldn't hide what it had been used for.

Looking down Oscar spotted a rock in the grass. It gave him an idea. He bent down and lifted it up. The stone came out of the hole after a good shove and Oscar hefted it off to the side. Where the rock had been, there was a large divot left in the soil. It would work as a place to collect his piss and hide the evidence so it wouldn't puddle under him.

He sat down on top of the divot. He sat cross-legged with his crotch positioned above the divot in the soil. Now he was thankful for the towel because he had something to lay over his lap to conceal what he was about to do. Oscar adjusted his towel propping it up on his knees. He and looked left to right to make sure no one was in hearing range.

He was in full view of the pool and the grandstand on the other side. Everyone looking his way would just see a fox sitting on the hill with a towel covering his lap. They wouldn't know that piss was flowing out from the crotch of his speed suit. It took a few moments for Oscar to overcome his shy natural instinct not to piss out in the open for all to see. He reassured himself that no one would know and he could sit here until his swimsuit dried off.

Oscar's next obstacle to overcome the ingrained bladder training that told his mind it was terrible to wet his clothes. It was the first time he had ever wet his speed suit. Finally, he let loose a small jet of fox piss. It splashed into the crotch of his speed suit. It was just enough to soak his groin. His bladder shyness struck again, and he clamped shut cutting the flow. He felt the warm fluid flow downwards towards the divot in the ground.

"Are you peeing?" came a voice.

Oscar nearly jumped up but stopped himself. He turned his head to face whoever it was. The source of the voice came from behind him. He craned his neck to see who it was. It was a small male bunny who looked to be in his mid-twenties. Oscar looked him up and down and noticed the crotch of his board shorts were drenched. A "U" shaped wet stain down the front of them.

Oscar was about to lie, but his besieged bladder let out a long jet of piss. The hissing sound was audible to both him and the rabbit. His secret piss plans were thwarted. There was no denying it now.

"Yes," Oscar hissed from between clenched teeth.

"I had the same idea as you, but I didn't make it to the trees in time," said the rabbit his voice was soaked in shame.

Oscar couldn't hold it anymore, so he turned away from the rabbit and let loose. The full stream passed straight through his swimwear into the hole he was sitting on. Oscar opened his maw and released a sigh. The pressure in his bladder was beginning to subside. The fox pissed for a whole minute. The sound of urine falling into the small hole got louder as the piss soaked into the dirt. His divot strategy had kept his piss contained in a shallow puddle under him out of sight. Only this rabbit person knew, and they were in no hurry to draw attention to themselves.

"Why would they close the toilets on a day like today?" asked Oscar.

The rabbit took a seat next to Oscar. "I don't know. Can I sit here for a while? We both need some time to dry off," said the rabbit.

Oscar nodded their shared experience cutting straight through the awkwardness of the situation.

Another fur who was feeling awkward was Franklin. The wolf's bladder had drained, but now he had another embarrassing problem. The feeling of utter relief as he let loose his full bladder had caused a stirring in his loins. As he was sitting in the spa, his cock started to grow hard. The pulsing water jets and the naughtiness of his wetting made him all the more excited. He couldn't leave the spa with a massive boner for the world to see he had to calm himself.

Back in the main pool, Max had found another target. He was a deer that was skittish in the water. The buck flinched in Max's arms. Max kept a calm but commanding demeanour with him. A panicked swimmer could be very dangerous and not only to themselves.

"What's the matter?" Max whispered into one of the buck's tan flicking ears.

"I need to pee," the buck whispered.

"Well, why don't you?" asked Max as he clenched his legs together fighting for his own bladder control.

"I-it's against the pool rules," he stammered.

"I bet I can make you break that rule," said Max.

Max pulled the buck close and pressed the deer's body up against his. The deer was reasonably helpless in the water. Max was keeping him afloat. The otter had him right where he wanted him.

"Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle," said Max, before he started hissing into the buck's ear.

The buck squirmed in Max's arms. The otter was having trouble keeping control himself, and sure enough, Max let go of his bladder. The warmth seeped out into the small of the deer's back. He could feel the buck tremble in his grip before going rigid. Soon there was a new warmth. The buck's bladder gave out adding to the heat in the water.

"I guess we're both rule breakers now," murmured Max.

Speaking of breaking rules another fur was about to break a new one. For the wolf named Franklin, it was an unexplored new territory. All it took was a distraction for the wolf to cross that line. It came when a feline rushing back to the change rooms stopped in the middle of the path and clenched their legs together. It wasn't enough to contain the contents of his bladder as urine gushed out from his speedos. This sight turned a lot of heads. It gave Franklin the chance to free his red rocket from his swim trunks. His moves were concealed by still pissing cat.

The growing piss puddle made a few furs grab at their crotches discreetly. There was not much outcry, and more sympathetic looks as most of the furs at the pool were close to that state themselves. One fur watching just a little too closely was Walter. After finding the toilets closed Walter has a similar idea to Oscar, finding a private spot to piss. He was up in the back row of the empty grandstands.

He was waiting for a distraction so he could whip out his sheath and relieve himself. He didn't want to be filthy, so he was going to use his now empty water bottle to catch his urine and not just piss on the seat in front of him. As the puddle continued to grow under the mortified feline, he knew it was his best chance. Walter fished out his plump coyote sheath and brought the mouth of his drink container to towards himself.

A sudden pulsation of hot piss shot into the container. The sudden noise made Walter hesitate. Soon the flow started anew he had committed to his plan and was going to carry it out. His piss flowed into his water bottle. Walter let out a gasp as his throbbing bladder got relief. Little did he know of the other furs and their bladder struggles and wettings.

Franklin was still in the spa. He had his cock tightly gripped in one paw and had the other resting on the side of the spa. The wolf was breaking all the taboos today first pissing in the spa now Franklin was masturbating in it. He hoped he could bat one out before someone noticed what he was doing. It was the water jets teasing his arousal he just had to take care of his needs. The wolf slowly stroked his cock. Working his manhood up and down.

The image of the otter, Manwell or at least it was his name in the wolf's fantasy appeared in his mind. In his mind's eye, Franklin was back in the main pool, but this time he was alone with the otter.

"What's the matter, Franklin? Does your cock need attention?" Manwell asked.

The wolf's ears went flat against his head. "Yes," he murmured.

Manwell was hugging him close, so close that Franklin could feel the otter's arousal pressing into him.

"You need to cum, don't you?" the otter said his voice husky with lust.

"I've never done it in the pool," said the wolf.

"I don't doubt it. Let me tell you how we otters handle this situation. We find a horny wolf and hump their back as they get their paws busy," said Manwell.

Franklin could only moan in reply as he reached down for his throbbing canine cock.

"I'm only passing on some aquatic mammal tips and tricks. I hope you do what I say this time," said Manwell.

Franklin returned to reality to look around one last time. He was close and doubted he could stop now even if he were caught. Franklin bit his lower lip to mask his cry of pleasure. The first rope of wolf cum rocketed into the water. His orgasm wasn't like anything he had ever experienced. I felt wonderous cumming under the swirling water jets. A few more good pulses of his essence left his wolf cock just to swirl into the water.

It took several minutes for the wolf to recover and several moments more to get the confidence to pull up his swim trunks. He was glad when he was covered again. The water jets hid his nude form, but he didn't want an another to jump in with his trunks around his ankles. He needed that his body was much more relaxed and tension he didn't know he had had been released. It took a few minutes more for Franklin to hop out of the spa. It was time to go home the fun at the pool was well worth the price of admission.

It took some time for the crotch of Oscar's speed suit to dry. He was glad he had flooded while sitting down. If he had gotten his piss all over his legs, it would have taken even longer to dry. His bunny companion had taken off not too long ago. The poor guy didn't speak after their initial conversation. He did give Oscar a brief wave as he departed. The pool was beginning to empty out.

One thing that wasn't empty was Oscar's bladder. His bladder had been filling steadily again as he waited for his swimsuit to dry. It wasn't as bad as before he could hold it until he got back home. He looked down under the towel he wasn't wet anymore, so he was going to make his move.

Oscar stood up and walked down the embankment towards the change room and showers. By now they were empty. The fox looked around and noticed that besides the lynx and otter he was the only fur left at the pool. He would have been gone by now too if he hadn't been waiting for his soaked crotch to dry.

He walked into the shower room and placed his towel on the wooden bench. Oscar walked over to one of the shower stalls. The stalls had dividers that only came up to the lower half of a creature's body. There was a door that could be closed to shield a view of a creature's genitals. It wasn't very private, but it was better than just a row of shower heads.

Oscar had a sudden thought. What would it have been like if he wet his speed skin before he found his spot on the hill? The fox was in the perfect place to find out, and Oscar was going to rinse out his swimmers regardless. Oscar closed the privacy door as he stepped into the shower. He didn't turn on the water yet.

While he wasn't as desperate as he was before he still wanted to know how noticeable it would have been. He looked down at his crotch. He let his bladder flow. Piss flowed out in a large patch around his crotch. The warm feeling spread downwards. First, his thighs and then his knees became soaked. His hot fox piss dripped out and then flowed out from the fabric covering his balls. Oscar's piss tinkled down onto the white tiles and cascaded down to the drain.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting anything dal, we are closing up soon," came a voice.

Oscar looked up wide-eyed. He'd been caught again! This time it was the lynx swimming instructor. His feline expression wasn't revolted or angry. It was more bemused. A smile grew on his muzzle.

"My name is Andrew. I must confess I've wanted to introduce myself to you for some time," said the lynx.

Andrew padded closer until he came to a stop in front of the shower stall. He looked down at the tiles as Oscar's piss still ran down the drain. He looked up at Oscar and exposed his feline fangs.

"O-Oscar," the fox answered.

"I bet that felt good. Doing a piddle in your swimsuit," said the lynx.

"I don't normally do it," said Oscar as he felt the heat of embarrassment raise to his muzzle.

"I know you are fibbing. I saw you sitting with that young rabbit on the hill. Just what were you two doing up there," said Andrew.

Oscar was about to lie, but the intense look the lynx was giving him made him think twice.

"The toilets were cl-" began Oscar.

"See! I know a swimsuit piddler when I see one," interrupted Andrew.

"I had no choice! I had to go!" said Oscar defensively.

"I suspect that silly boy didn't know how to make a move on a cheeky fibbing swimsuit piddler," said Andrew his feline eyes narrowed into a predatory gaze.

Oscar shivered and turned away from Andrew's intense expression.

"Boy's like him don't know how to take command of a fox. They don't know how to turn them on," said the lynx as he leaned on the shower door.

"I-I..." the words caught in Oscar's throat as he brought down his hand paws to cover his growing erection.

"You have to take charge as a swimming instructor. Some creatures like it when others take charge. Especially foxes. The hard part is getting them to admit it," said Andrew.

Oscar was getting hotter and hotter it was if this lynx had thrown on the switch to his sex drive.

"That rabbit didn't know what to say, how to announce his intentions," said Andrew.

Oscar turned to look at the lynx. He had a hungry look on his muzzle. Part of Oscar was fearful, but most of him wanted to know what this guy was after. Deep down the fox knew it was him.

"I am going to come in there and pump off your red rocket fox cock, and I'm not going to stop until you've creamed your sexy swimsuit!" growled Andrew.

The lynx powered open the shower door and pounced on Oscar. Oscar shivered in Andrew's grip. He was pinned to the back shower wall.

"That's how you make a move! Well, foxy does your prick need attention?" growled Andrew.

Oscar was hard as a rock this lynx was touching on hidden desires he never knew he had. He wanted him, Andrew's body pressed up against his.

"Yes," Oscar whispered into Andrew's feline ears.

The lynx wrapped a mighty hand paw tightly around Oscar's erection and began pumping. Oscar opened his maw to moan, but Andrew drove his tongue into the fox's muzzle. Andrew pressed himself into Oscar's vulpine body. He pinned the fox to the wall.

Andrew sucked on Oscar's tongue as he pawed at Oscar's cock. It was all too much, too soon Oscar couldn't stop himself from blowing his load. This didn't stop Andrew's paw, it only made it speed up and grab on harder. Andrew broke the kiss and turned his attention to the nape of Oscar's neck. He nuzzled and licked as Oscar creamed himself.

Oscar tried to twist himself away from Andrew's paw still pumping at his cock to no avail. His sensitive red rocket was being overstimulated by Andrew's pumping paw. Suddenly, Andrew pulled away. Oscar nearly fell on his behind. He left Oscar gasping with one of his hand paws on the wall to steady himself.

"Now isn't that much better than a shy rabbit? I wasn't going to lose out to a whelp like him," said Andrew.

The lynx was a thing of beauty his determined form radiated power. His erection pressed into his speedo. Andrew gave his cock a squeeze but left it at that.

"You should really change your swimming schedule to the afternoons, there's a lot more happening," said Andrew his swimming instructor demeanour slipping back into place.

A little while later Max was standing at the entrance Blue Pulse Pool with Andrew. The last patron was a fox that Andrew had said was in the shower. What surprised Max was when the fox handed Andrew a slip of paper. He turned to Andrew and was about to ask what that was about, but both the lynx's and fox's expressions told the otter all he needed to know.

Max told both Andrew and Ulrich that he would do the final close. He had a feeling that Andrew had a sudden dinner date and poor Ulrich was sick of being cooped up all day. Max figured that he owed them at least that much for putting up with all the complaints about the restroom being closed. He locked the main gate after letting his two co-workers out of the pool grounds.

Max walked with the keys in hand down to the toilet block. He slipped the key in the lock and opened the padlock and then the bolt. The otter left the keys in the latch. He opened the gate and walked inside. Max turned left and walked towards the men's room. As he walked down the row of toilet stalls and past the urinals.

In the last stall was his bound lover Toby. He was sitting on the toilet in the cubical. He was handcuffed. His hands locked behind his back connected to the pipe that fed the toilet system. His ankles were cuffed together and then attached to a chain that was wrapped around the bottom of the toilet trapping him there.

The cougar had been dressed in an excessive about of swimwear. Three layers so that Toby had no hope of taking his clothing off. The first and the bottom-most layer was a swimming speed suit. It was black in colour and covered most of his coffee coloured fur. The speed suit went down to his ankles and wrists. The middle layer was a pair of swimming trunks. The last and outer layer was a female's one-piece swimsuit with a aqua and pink design.

"For someone who didn't want the wet their swimwear, you sure have changed your mind," said Max.

Toby moaned in disapproval. He couldn't voice his objection because his muzzle was stuffed with a feeding gag. The gag connected to a pipe which led to a flow controller that in turn led to a once full IV bag. The bag was hanging on the coat hook in the toilet stall. It was a controlled watering solution for his cougar. It would drip water into his gag as the hours passed keeping him hydrated for his bondage scene.

It had worked it's magic on Toby's bladder control because of soaked state of his crotch. He must have wet himself at least once but more likely numerous times judging by the massive damp patch that had soaked through to the outermost layer. Max took the keys for Toby's bondage from the same hook that the empty IV bag was attached to.

"Let's get you showered and changed," said Max.

The first thing Max removed the Cougar's gag. Toby flexed his jaw a few times. It wasn't an uncomfortable gag but wearing it for hours did take a toll.

"You really got me when you left the stall door open. I thought anyone could just walk down and see me," said Toby after a few moments.

"I wasn't going to let random people in on our scene, but I had Ulrich watching you. There's a hidden camera in that vent on the wall opposite," said Max as he undid Toby's leg cuffs.

"What!? Ulrich knew?" exclaimed Toby.

"I know and trust him. I couldn't leave you gagged without supervision. If you choked he would be able to get you out of your bondage in time," explained Max.

"I'm just surprised he would help you like that," said Toby.

"He has his own interests. An interest that he could indulge while he worked at the cash register and keep an eye on you. Let's just say he wouldn't leave his post for a toilet break," said Max as he removed the chain from around the base of the toilet.

It took a few moments for the confusion to fade on the feline's face before it hit him. "Oh, so I'm not the only one who had a wetting today?" said Toby.

"Not by a long shot! It was beautiful Toby. There were so many accidents. Everyone thought they were keeping their floods under wraps, but I could tell by their body language which had just had sweet relief," said Max.

The otter brought his muzzle level to the cougar's and planted a kiss on his lips. It was a brief kiss, and Max returned to uncuffing Toby's wrists.

"It was bold locking up the toilets," said Toby.

"You know me, darling," replied Max as he undid the second cuff.

With the last of the bondage removed Max helped Toby to his foot paws. Max was trying to keep his excitement under control but failing. His boner was pressing urgently into his sleek swimwear. It didn't help how comfortable it was. Today had been Max's ultimate fantasy. The otter's sex drive wasn't going to be able to wait until they got home.

Toby's joints were a little stiff, but the motivation of being able to get out of his wet swimwear drove him on.

"I made you wet your swimsuit kitten," said Max breathlessly.

"You sure surprised me with those locks," said Toby.

"I wouldn't have needed them if you joined me out there today. You're my favourite piddler holding until you can't anymore. You had a choice of three swimsuits too," said Max.

Max took Toby's hand paw and lead him across the pool area to the showers and change room. Once inside, Max helped his lover strip out of the layers of swimwear until he was nude. His coffee coloured fur was now on display. Max drank in the sight of his boyfriend's body.

"I'm wearing your favourite outfit, Toby," said Max as he squeezed his own balls.

The tip of Toby's feline cock left his sheath. He looked Max up and down but then turned.

"I need a shower; first I want to be a clean kitten for you," said Toby before entering the shower stall.

He left the door open as he turned on the water. At first, he cleaned himself mechanically, but the deep moans coming from Max made him take a more sensual approach. He slowly glided a bar of soap over his chest and down to his shaft. All the while Max was groping himself. Teasing his erection under his swimsuit.

As the warm water released the tension in his muscles, Toby was heating up too. It was that sexy, creamlike, lustrous speed skin that had caught his eyes when they first met. The fact that he was wearing it again drew him here today. The cougar found that tight, revealing clothing was often sexier than full nudity. More of Toby's cock came out into the open.

Toby was fully hard by the time he had rinsed off. As Toby stepped out of the shower, Max dropped to his knees. In moments the otter's slick maw was wrapped around Toby's cock. The cougar gasped as his boyfriend took his length. He could tell from the eagerness that Max was horny. The otter wanted him.

Otter's had great maws that when used correctly could induce a boatload of carnal pleasure. Toby cried out as Max hit an extra sensitive spot on his cock. He balled up his hand paws into fists, not wanting to push down on his lover's head with force. Instead, he let his moans echo in the room.

Max's hand paws were busy. One was stroking his leaking cock trapped under the taut prison of his speed skins. The other rubbing and caressing Toby's balls. Max bobbed his head in time with his stroking paws. Toby reached down and rubbed Max's shoulders. The otter may play tricks on him, but this made up for it.

Toby couldn't last much longer under such an onslaught of the carnal arts. The cougar opened his maw wide displaying his sharp feline fangs. The heat of orgasm thundered up his cock into Max's tight suckling maw. The taste of his boyfriend was enough to make Max cream himself after all his efforts. Toby held Max's head to his crotch as he continued to erupt.

As Max swallowed down his lover's cream. His own otter cum gushed into the crotch of his swimwear. The creamy white load began the bleed through leaving a gooey dollop of his excitement. All the while Max gulped down Toby's payload like it was nectar. After a few more moments both creatures were spent.

Max pulled away from his lover's still twitching cock. The room filled with mostly Max's musk. The undeniable male scent brought with it memories of their first encounter in this very room. Toby lowered himself down and pulled Max close. He kissed the nape of Max's neck.

"I love you," said Toby as he panted.

"I love you too," replied Max before drawing Toby in for another kiss.