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How do I always end up in these messes? Why does this always happen to me?

Rivard might have seemed like he was bemoaning his fate, if a passerby could read his thoughts...but in truth, he was wondering how he got to be so lucky.

His definition of luck was fairly different from the standard, but when it came right down to it, he had a good circle of friends that truly loved him, and knowing that, it was impossible for him not to feel lucky.

"Go ahead, dude. Give him a good smack across the ass. Trust me."

While his way of defining luck was a little out of the ordinary, the way that his tight circle of friends showed love to him was way out of line from what most would consider care and affection. Firm, open palmed swats on the rear and harsh, unforgiving tugs by the hair as his head was yanked up to be used over and over again might have seemed like utter cruelty, but the otter couldn't have been happier with his lot in life.

Simply from a financial standpoint, he knew that they put a lot of work into the predicament he was in.

"He...he's gonna like that? You're sure of it?" an uneasy paw was wavering behind Rivard's ass, the curvy, soft flesh artificially lifted by the cushion that he was leaning over. "Seems like his skin is already really tender..."

Resin Taylor was familiar with Rivard in a way that very few of the people at the party knew about. He was even left familiar with his own dominant side, but whatever Rivard did to bring it out of him when they met at his workplace only weeks before, he was the only one so far to make the feline tap into his aggressive, basic instincts.

With a crowd around him and a lack of encouragement from the presently busy otter, it was harder for him to get into that frame of mind, but his paw was twitching with anticipation as it came close enough to Rivard to feel the sheer warmth pouring from his fur. It was a little too close to do any real damage, but sometimes, it wasn't about the pain that a submissive felt.

The message that was delivered could be just as important as the sting that came with it.

"That just means he's enjoying himself. Trust me, you'll be doing him a favor if you just flick your wrist and leave a nice, red pawprint on his ass."

His guidance was from a more familiar face, as Nbowa stood by the side of the smaller, more timid feline and watched him with bated interest. Resin was an enigma to the rest of the group, but Rivard simply beamed when he heard that the orange tabby would be in attendance that night, especially after drinking the piss and cum straight from his cock at the bar.

The aggression that Resin displayed that night was still hesitating to come through as he spanked the trapped otter, but the hit barely registered a sound, and didn't even shake the mustelid within his bonded confines.

It wasn't enough to bring Rivard the thrill that he needed, and it wasn't even close to enough to satisfy Nbowa, who crossed his arms and stared down the bridge of his nose at a trembling Resin. "That probably hurt you more than it hurt him, y'know."

"It's just hard to believe that he's into all this stuff," Resin shot back, catching the lion off guard with his snappy response. "I mean, I know he was chained to a wall the first time I saw him, but I didn't think he wanted to be there!"

"And yet, you face-fucked him and pissed all over his muzzle anyway..."

Resin gulped, his cheeks burning under a healthy coat of orange fur. "W-well, yeah. I don't really know what came over me there."

"You sure you wanna make the otter happy?" Nbowa asked.

Resin nodded.

"Then you'd better figure out what it was that came over you and put it on again, because I think he's starting to run out of steam."

There was no clock in the basement for Rivard to reference for time, but even if there was, he wouldn't have been able to see it. A blindfold was wrapped around his head so tight that the pressure was uncomfortable, but it was guaranteed that the otter would have no idea who was poking his throat at the time; he could only guess by the unique texture and taste of each thick, pulsing rod that passed his lips and slid into his throat.

He was quite enjoying that guessing game, but thus far, he was only sure of one or two people that he'd sucked off, and he'd been though at least five.

The trapped mustelid would never admit that he was getting tired, even when his entire form was trembling with the physical exhaustion of staying upright with only the smallest cushion under his hips to keep him bent over at a perfect angle. His arms were tied behind his back, paws turned up so that they could support whatever other footpaws, elbows and knees needed a place to rest when the others were taking their turns with him. Settled beneath the small cushion that kept him upright was a drip pan to collect the constant, leaking stream of his precum as it dripped through the tiny hole around his otherwise caged cock, but the otter was most concerned with the wide, shallow tub on the floor that ran between his hips and the underside of his muzzle.

It was already mingled with shades of soft gold, cloudy white and all the clear fluids in between as the spillover from each load of cum and each full bladder was collected below; a final punishment that was ultimately waiting for each time Rivard wasted the liquid blessings of those around him.

Resin would get his chance to contribute to it, but first, Nbowa was ready to go for a second time. His first release gave the otter so much cum that webs of it were still hanging around in the back of his throat, but he'd held back the thing that Rivard was the most eager for, and after a couple bottles of water, there would be more of it than the trapped mustelid could possibly handle.

Sometimes, a submissive was going to get what they wanted, even if they came about it through unusual conventions. Nbowa accepted the fact as he gave Resin an encouraging pat on the shoulder and stepped around to Rivard's face.

"The longer you hesitate, the longer the line is gonna get," Nbowa warned him. "If you're serious about giving this little bitch what he wants, you better figure it out, fast."

Resin still wasn't sure what it was about dominating in a situation that made him tick, and he wished that his inability to harness that feeling would have reared its ugly head some other time, but there he was, surrounded by people who were all taking turns wailing on the trapped otter in the middle of the room and fucking him at will...

...While Resin just stood on the sidelines and watched, knowing that he could jump in anytime he wanted to, but finding his legs stuck in concrete.

"You could at least _try_not to look so pleased with yourself about this," Nbowa groaned and rolled his eyes as he turned his attention back to the otter of the moment. "I wouldn't even bother giving you this if there wasn't a line for the restroom..."

How much of that was the lion posturing, and how much of it was genuine discontent, Rivard couldn't possibly know...but he could be very happy about the sight of Nbowa's member, still sticky from the cum that was spilled back upon it.

"Oh, just open your damned mouth already!" Nbowa grabbed the side of his muzzle and pried his lips apart, erasing the dreamy smile that played over his expression. He was making the otter happier by doing just that, of course, but it was the middleman that had to be passed for Nbowa to guide his impressive length over the Rivard's tongue, forcing him to taste the unique blend of the lion's seed a second time.

A warmer, saltier treasure was yet to be spilled, but Rivard kept his throat relaxed for it as he felt the first couple drops of piss trickling over the back of his tongue.

"If you even think about moaning, I swear I'm gonna go piss in the yard instead," Nbowa threatened, able to hear the quiet rumblings of delight sneaking up from the bound mustelid before the stream was anywhere near full strength. "You're not _supposed_to enjoy this part!"

Two more paws from a few of the other guests curled into the stretched locks of his soft, green hair and tugged his expression up so that he was forced to 'look' into Nbowa's eyes, able to feel that domineering stare through his blindfold as he drank the yield from his cock faithfully, each gulp going right into his belly like he was drinking water straight from a tap.

Keeping those sounds entirely to himself would have been impossible, if there wasn't so much volume for him to deal with.

"He...he really loves being treated like that, doesn't he?" Resin asked, creeping a little closer to Rivard's side as the mustelid rested there before him, helpless to evade anything the curious feline could toss out. "I guess I just don't get it..."

"It's not for us to understand," Nbowa suggested, keeping a scowl on his face as his stare into Rivard's eyes was utterly unbreakable. "Perhaps you don't understand why I enjoy tugging the fur on the side of his cheek as I piss right into his slutty little throat...but I do, and that's why I'm doing it," he explained. "Maybe you need to spend less time thinking about why you might enjoy something, and simply accept the fact and do it."

In the middle of a party, even one so unique as this, was not the time for Resin to start playing psychoanalyst with himself, or asking others to do it for him.

He had his own demons to deal with, but for the moment, he was sure that he could trust the party around him to keep his actions in check...and considering the tiny streams of pee that dripped down through Rivard's fur and into the collection tray below, it seemed that there was little, if anything that would be considered too far.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were the devil on my shoulder, Nbowa."

"Based on how he looked after you got done with him the first time, I'm not sure I can hold a candle to that guy," the lion claimed, treating Rivard as an afterthought. He was nearly completely drained, but Rivard was still swallowing his throat reflexively around the lion's flesh, hoping to bring him to a new erection as a pair of gents grabbed the otter's ass and spread it open to show another party guest just how much cum was still oozing from his pucker. "But I admit, I'm curious to see what you can do when you really come unchained..."

Thinking too much about it would things impossible for Resin, who rested a paw on Rivard's shoulder and looked down at him, unable to steal his gaze away from the domineering lion.

He didn't think that would be the thing to set him off, but his claws sunk into the otter's flesh and raked deep, brutal scratches through the fur, forcing him to turn his eyes and whimper around Nbowa's length.

"After what we shared, you're really so content to ignore me?" Resin asked, his voice more frustrated than properly offended. "Did you really think I'd be okay with letting that go?"

Rivard tried talking with his mouth full as he watched the normally compassionate orbs in Resin's stare shift, his brow narrowing in a way that he'd only seen once before. Lips that were thinned began curling at the corner, just enough that Rivard could see what a mistake he'd made, and once more, claws stabbed into his flesh, forcing him to lose the mouthful he'd gathered.

As the lion's mess spilled to the floor and dripped over Rivard's chin, Resin kept glaring down at him, still unsure what had caused the switch to flip...but at the lion's advice, he refused to question it. "So much for thinking that what you'd done for me was a one-time thing. The rest of those customers were just using you as a urinal, but you did something special for me; at least, I thought it was special. Now you're just letting a line of people cum in your slutty little mouth...you don't even care who they are!"

Rivard couldn't see who was judging him, but he'd never forgot the low, shifting tone of Resin's growls and the horrible, wonderful things he'd said to the otter the first night they met. He was surprised that they'd come to meet up again at such a familiar place, but his presence alone made it an entirely new experience, as Rivard began shivering with the memory of what had happened that night.

Resin truly _had_been different from every other male that used the trapped otter...and even now, there was just something a little bit off about him that made him stand out from a crowd that Rivard couldn't even see.

"And yet, I wanted you to enjoy it, back then...I guess I still want to enjoy it now," Resin cut off his own monologue as Nbowa started to pull his member free, before the smaller feline put a paw on his wrist. "But I want to see how far it can go before you stop enjoying it."

A pair of twin, feline cocks on his tongue was a treat that Rivard hadn't experienced yet, but Resin wasn't holding back the same torrent of acrid waste that everyone else had. His length was stiff the moment that he fished it free from his jeans, and it pulsed right next to the lion's own as he started to find his second wind.

Gripping the other side of the otter's muzzle with a smack that quickly turned into a pinching hold, Resin snickered at the whimper that Rivard choked out around his impossible mouthful. "If either one of us pops out, you're gonna regret it more than you can imagine..."

If it were strong enough to manage the act, Rivard's cock would have burst right through the chastity cage that kept it throbbing and twitching in such a contained space. A jet of precum so great that it was akin to a streak of cum sprayed down from his member as Resin and Nbowa teamed up on his short, stout muzzle, keeping every inch of it filled with a pair of feline shafts.

They were already more than he could handle, as his tongue tried dancing over each one, only to be pushed to the roof of his muzzle and then out of the way as they jockeyed for position, each trying to be the first to reach the back of his throat.

"I don't remember him being this roomy. Did you guys just stretch him out that much already?" Resin asked, reaching the goal first and swabbing the tip of his member against the final point of resistance.

Rivard gagged instantly, but even as he coughed and sent spittle down to the floor, the devious pair of felines continued assaulting his mouth, refusing to give him a chance to recover. "Otters are v-very slippery if you just give them the chance to get warmed up," Nbowa suggested, his pleasure already a step further along as Rivard's crumpled tongue was forced to bathe the lion's proudest flesh. "That's why we tied this one down!"

Knowing the truth of Rivard's nature, Resin didn't think he needed to be tied down at all, but he could see a slight curl at the edges of his overstuffed muzzle, even when Resin activated his gag reflex a second time.

He refused to pull back until a reflexive swallow literally forced his length away an inch or two, but he pushed right past that resistance, and finally, he saw the mustelid's smile starting to fade.

Rivard was finally being pushed...but the lack of a smile was no indication of his enjoyment.

"Go any deeper than that and he's gonna black out," Nbowa cautioned, able to see the obvious shift in Resin's demeanor as he pulled back only in the slightest, not wanting to cause an even greater mess with his aggressive approach. "I don't think we've ever made him do that before."

"There's a first time for everything," Resin claimed, gripping Rivard by the ear and crushing it in his fist as he went for the deepest thrust his hips could manage. Such a crowded space made for a difficult pass regardless, but Nbowa was all done sharing; there was a rear entrance that was lubed up and ready to go, even if he'd enjoying bringing Rivard to the brink with a little help. "Maybe we just haven't pressed the right buttons yet..."

Giving the otter's face one harsh, final slap as he pulled free and dragged his messy length down Rivard's back, all the way down to the tender flesh of his thigh, Nbowa nodded his agreement and took the other side, knowing that there was still plenty of other angles for the otter to be abused from. "Seems like you're off to a pretty good start, there. I was worried that I was gonna have to force it out of you."

"Dunno if it works that way," Resin grunted, planting his feet firm now that he had the otter's face all to himself. "D-don't...r-really care, either..."

Two at once in the mouth was a pleasure that Rivard would be sure to revisit, but having just one cock meant that he could focus on it entirely and curl his eager tongue around the base as the roof of his mouth teased the tip and worked the shaft. Resin's driving, powerful hips would do all the rest of the work for him, but he wasn't content to simply penetrate the otter, knowing that Rivard could take the whole of his length without too much effort.

None of them expected Resin to lower a paw to the otter's throat and close his digits around it, but as he did exactly that, Nbowa jabbed the head of his member forcefully into the stretched, leaking tailhole and forced him to try and suck in a gasp.

A perfectly timed squeeze denied him the breath that he needed, and under his blindfold, Rivard was dizzied, unsure if he'd stay conscious to the next moment or not.

He loved that fact.

"Nothing left back here...you've been stretched so much that it's hardly worth my time," Nbowa was trying to keep from moaning as he threw insults at the otter's ears, and his barely conscious mind was only able to register them as the kind of attention that he enjoyed.

Beyond that, he knew very little, other than that he was being fucked hard on both ends, with just enough oxygen going to his brain to keep functioning.

"Shame that I didn't get to it sooner," Resin muttered, still never having taken the otter's asshole, be it by force or circumstance. He made a mental note to get into the right mindset earlier next time, as he watched Nbowa working with a hint of jealousy...even when Rivard's naturally reflexing throat was bringing him dangerously close to an orgasm.

There was no better time for the drip tray to come into play, as Nbowa made a gesture to a pair of other guests. "Your loss," Nbowa taunted the lesser feline, proving himself the master of his domain as he squeezed Rivard's balls so tight that they nearly shifted out of his palm from the sheer force of it. "Should I even bother cumming inside you? There's so much already that it's just gonna leak out and go down your legs...little slut..."

Nbowa wasn't even sure if it was his own mess that was starting to splash back against him from the force of his thrusts, and naturally, Resin's own cum was simply joining the dozens of other webs of seed that already painted Rivard's throat. The only way to be sure was to pull out, but in that way, they paled to the main event.

Two felines pulled free, Nbowa spraying his yield over Rivard's tail and utterly messing the base of it as Resin gripped the otter's muzzle tightly and shut it, forcing him to sit there and feel the sprays of cum that hit him square in the forehead before they dripped down, following the subtle curvature of his face and spilling to his already soaking neck.

The otter was just going unconscious as those treats hit him, but the sudden, chilling splash of the drip tray as it was turned over on his back was the real grand finale.

"Do you think we should tell him that he's gonna have to lick this whole carpet clean?" Nbowa asked, able to see that Rivard's head was nearly limp when Resin let go of it. "Cause we definitely missed the tarp."

Resin shook his head, his mind already jumping to the next encounter he'd share with Rivard. "Eh. Let him sleep on it," he suggested, watching as the mingled cocktail of sexual fluids spilled over the edges.

"Literally, or figuratively?"

" Both."