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He had no idea where Master was, but he didn't need to be here to know exactly what he was doing to the otter. List of groceries in one paw and a shopping cart in the other, Morgan tried to focus on his task and not the furs staring at him. At least there were fewer furs in the store at this late hour. He told himself that they were only staring at his pink dyed fur, but he knew it was more likely his barely concealed moans and whimpers. He forced himself to focus and look at the list. Fresh bread from the bakery, easy enough. It was on the other side of the store though.

He straightened up and pulled his pants a little further up his feminine waist. But the moment he began walking, the large egg-shaped plug in his ass pressed rhythmically against his prostate and his cock throbbed in its steel cage prison, tugging his balls. He hoped there wasn't a wet spot forming on his cream-colored short shorts, but there was also the faint thought that he'd love it if someone found out. He was thankful for the facemask hiding his bitten tongue and scrunched up muzzle as he tried to stifle the moans and navigate down aisles and past other shoppers.

He was most of the way to the bakery when what sounded like a phone vibrating in his pocket started. He held his breath as his chastity cage and plug started vibrating in sync, three short pulses followed by a long one. His legs wobbled as he walked, thankful that he had the cart to hold himself up. He made it to the bakery with only a couple of stares and started looking at the selection, aiming for a size they'd eat in time before it went bad. He'd almost gotten used to the vibrating when it changed, medium pulses that alternated between plug and cage. He must have gone cross eyed for a minute; everything was blurry and doubled. He forced himself to take a couple deep breaths and went back to the bread.

He selected an arm length sourdough loaf, placed it in his cart, and looked back at the list. A gallon of whole milk, that was on the other side of the store, an aisle from where he just was! He looked down the list, every other one took him across the store and around it. He grunted, plug now vibrating in his ass, and took a pen from his pocket. He clicked it and tried to sort the list into a more efficient path by writing numbers next to each item. He let out a sigh of relief, the vibration had stopped. He set off for the nearest item this time, just one aisle away, frozen vegetables.

He was stuck behind a wolf couple that seemed more interested in talking to each other than moving, making him wait a whole minute to go down the aisle they were blocking because he was too shy to say anything. The moment they moved he shot down the aisle, caught the stare of a large brown hyena speckled with lighter spots, and found the frozen vegetables he wanted.

The very moment he leaned down to pick up the large bag his plug and cage started vibrating again, a slow, rolling sensation that made him clench down on the plug and lose his balance. His face hit the cold plastic covered veggies and his footpaws slid out from under him. The cold made him scramble to right himself, and he managed to stand up before remembering what he was doing. He knelt to pick up the bag this time.

"Are you alright there?" A voice behind him said.

"Oh, yes, yes, just a little distracted is all." Morgan said and turned around. It was the hyena from earlier, and he took a second to take in that body. A black sleeveless shirt and khaki shorts barely contained the muscles of this canine, and his face mask was a cartoonish, toothy hyena grin.

"Right, your phone is buzzing, I understand." He said.

Morgan nodded and placed the vegetables in the upper part of the cart and started walking away.

"Aren't you going to answer it?"

"What?" The otter turned around.

"Your phone?" The hyena said.

"Oh, well.... You see...."

"Oh, it's not your phone that's vibrating, is it?" The muscled hulk pointed at the wet patch on his shorts right where the chastity cage was.

"No," He said as softly as he could. "It's my plug and cage."

"Oh!" He said, loud enough that the otter jumped. "You're one of those kinds of boys!" He scooted closer until his covered muzzle was inches from the pink otter's round ear and whispered. "Hey, I've got a problem that you might enjoy taking care of, please?"

Morgan's face felt like fire and his heart was pounding in his chest. A thousand thoughts ran through his head: should he, what would Master want him to do, was this even safe, how big is the hyena, where would they even go to do that, where would he hide his plug. However, he was already nodding before he could think of an answer to one of those questions. He could tell from the cheek bumps in his mask that the hyena was grinning. He held up a finger and pulled out his phone, he figured he should probably tell Master what was going to happen.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the hyena on his phone as he messaged Master. He glanced up at the hyena, a smile still clear behind the mask. The bigger male pressed his paw onto the thin otter's chest and rubbed. Then he grabbed a hip and made him turn around, facing the glass doors of the freezer aisle. His cage and plug stopped vibrating and his phone did instead. He managed to pull it out as the hyena pressed his clothed crotch, and plain to feel erection, into his ass.

'Each time someone uses you at the store today, and you send me a picture of their cock in your ass, you'll get a week closer to being free of your cage <3'

"Um, Master says if I send him a picture of you in me, I get a week off my chastity time." He mumbled and tried to look the canine in the eye.

"Oh no, I know what you chastity boys really want. No pictures and ask your master to add a week for me. Think of it as a gift." He chuckled softly.

With that said, a thick finger slid down the back of the otter's pants. He shivered and closed his eyes as the chuckling started again. He felt pressure on his butt plug, forcing him against the glass, then a twisting motion. He couldn't help himself anymore, he let out a low moan that could definitely be heard in the next aisle. The hyena shushed him, and he felt two fingers enter the bottom of his mask, he instinctively opened his muzzle and sucked on them. The twisting started again, and he whimpered, then there was a gentle tug with a twist, then another. He felt fingers slide around the broad base of the plug and to the center thin bit, then there was a steady pull with twisting back and forth.

The whole paw covered his muzzle and nose just before the large egg plug came free with a pop. He shook a bit, feeling a breeze enter his backdoor and his hole try to squeeze the empty space where it once was. He peeked and saw the hyena put it in the cart and then cover it with the frozen vegetables. It would be very cold when it returned to its home. He heard a zip from behind him and felt a paw that was guiding the head of the hyena's shaft into him.

He would have grunted if his muzzle were free as it slipped into him. It was thinner and much longer than the plug had been, and the canine was able to slide it almost all the way in in one thrust. He looked at their reflection in the glass. With both of them still fully clothed, it merely looked like the hyena was just standing behind as he browsed the merchandise. The only obvious tells were a paw in his face mask, their motion, and the clapping sound of balls slapping his ass. The hyena started slow, feeling out how well his hole would take it with a few thrusts. His ass easily took everything but the last inch, but it was forced in with a few rough thrusts. Morgan would be a whimpering mess if there wasn't a paw forcing him to stay quiet. With an approving hum from the hyena, he felt that large cock wiggle in his ass as the big guy widened his stance and pushed closer.

The deep breath was heard more than felt, due to the face mask, and the hyena began thrusting in earnest. The fast rhythmic pressure on his prostate had him whimpering and his cage jumping in his underwear, there was no doubt about a wet spot forming. He was pressed into the glass over and over, so he braced his elbows and one knee against it. The glass quickly warmed up under him, he kept sucking on those meaty digits in his maw, his large tail hung over the hyena's shoulder, and he squeezed down on the cock in him when it pulled out. God, he loved this. Anyone could walk by, expose him as the needy slut he is, leave a deposit in his butt. He shivered as he felt the base of the canine's knot growing, he loved being tied, or feeling any cock throb when it came in him, and the warmth after.

His eyes shot open as he heard footsteps nearby and he glanced around for the source. An employee, black dress pants and a light blue shirt with gold trimmings and the company logo barely fit on the tall dalmatian, he had to be close to seven feet tall. His face mask barely hid his frown and did nothing for that disapproving gaze. The hyena didn't even pause. The rapid clap of balls on his ass kept up even as the manager came close and spoke.

"Excuse me, what do you think you two are doing?" The dog said.

"Just fuckin' a caged boy," The hyena said, his voice far more casual than it should be. "The little faggot came in here plugged, caged, and vibrating. I just asked him to serve a real man."

The dalmatian's eyebrows relaxed and his cheeks bulged out his face mask. "Oh, I see. In that case, I'm next in line."

"Dude, you're going to love his hole. He's looser than broken underwear and can still clench down like a pro." The hyena replied as his thrusts quickened.

"I don't know, very few can handle me." The dog unzipped his pants and his sheath and balls fell out; he didn't wear underwear. He stroked his sheath as his red shaft came free, and while it wasn't awfully long it was thick. The tip of it flared out quickly at the shaft to the point where it looked thicker than the egg plug had been. The knot hadn't formed yet, but he salivated at the thought.

"I need it." Morgan said, making both men chuckle. He leaned over to the dalmatian and bent over further, trying to keep himself in place for the hyena still fucking him. The dalmatian stepped forward, one paw holding up his dick for the otter and the other holding up his pants. With one tug his face mask was pulled off his ears and fell to the floor and the next moment his lips and tongue touched the head, a spurt of pre fired into his open muzzle. He sunk down, being forced down by the thrusting at his rear. He couldn't get his jaw open enough to take the midsection, so he used a paw to stroke the remaining shaft. He would have moaned, but the most he could do was wiggle his tail in happiness.

A paw was on his head and it pushed him further down the cock to the point where it wouldn't fit anymore. Then a second paw joined it and held his head still. The dalmatian began thrusting as he held the otter, and Morgan was focusing on keeping his teeth away from the thick rod. Somehow, through force or determination, the dog's slow, long thrusts wedged more of that thick cock inside, and Morgan eagerly ran his tongue over every bit he could reach and kept one paw on the growing knot. The pair of canines pounded him at different paces, the hyena quick and hard while the dalmatian was more interested in lubing up his dick with spit. Its flavor was musky and tinted with urine, his pre slimy and slightly salty. All he could smell was sex and the odd cold smell that refrigerators made, like the smell of a cold ice cream shop. The sounds of his moans and the grunts of those using him were not hidden well by the hum of compressors or the music the store played. His body was starting to feel sore from the odd angles he was holding, but he didn't care. Serving real men was worth it.

He heard the hyena start to growl, his thrusts grew longer and harder, he grabbed the long conical pink tail and pulled it. Then his ass stung as that knot pounded his hole wider, he pushed himself all the way down the cock in his muzzle to stop from whimpering, and he reached back with a paw to pull his cheeks apart. He felt a pop as the fist-sized knot squeezed into his ass. He moaned around the dick in his maw and shivered. He could feel each shot of hot seed inside him and the throb that preceded them. There was no longer any doubt about the wet spot on his short shorts, he could feel the wetness despite the cage. He whined as the flow of cum started fading and flexed his hole on the knot, then being rewarded with more moans from the hyena and ropes of cum.

"Why'd you knot him? Now I'll have to wait half an hour." The dalmatian pouted.

"Mmm, fuck. Calm down and watch this." You could hear the smile on his voice. The hyena pulled back while pushing the otter forward, doubling the pressure on that already loosened ring of muscle. Morgan tried squeezing down on the knot and grunted, he wanted it to stay in, but his hole was no match for the hyena's strength. With a sudden pop, and the feeling of wetness dribbling down his taint, the hyena sighed happily. "All right, she's all yours." And slapped the otter's ass.

"Finally, he got me way too close to cumming down his slutty throat." The store manager pulled his cock out of the otter's muzzle and moved to his ass. It was then that Morgan saw the line that had formed. A beefy rat with white hair and dark fur, a black horse with a cherry tree on his shirt, and a skinny twink of a red squirrel all had their pants open and were stroking their cocks. They seemed to have made a crude barrier to stop passersby from seeing what was going on.

"You're getting ahead of yourself, clean me off first faggot." The hyena said, grabbing the otter's head and bringing it to his crotch.

Morgan's nose was suddenly wet as he was face to face with the still very erect and shining cock. His tongue was already out of his maw and licking before his brain could catch up. The taste of seed and his own ass; salty, musky, and familiar; filled his muzzle. He took the head of the hyena's long shaft into his muzzle and sucked, a few drops of seed coming out, then he pushed himself forward until his throat was filled. He swallowed a few times and sucked, his tongue reaching out to clean the knot. He squeaked as the dalmatian's shaft pressed against his gaping hole, the tip eased in with no issue but with each inch it got harder. The dalmatian was definitely thicker than his egg plug!

"Alright, I've got other things to do tonight and you've got a line forming, get off." The hyena said, visibly wincing from oversensitivity as he pulled his cock from the otter's muzzle. "Alright, this end's open for whoever's next!" He said as he stuffed his mostly erect shaft into his pants, zipped up, and walked off.

The buff rat stepped up, cheeks bulging out the sides of his face mask, and his veiny cock hanging out of his still on jeans. Morgan was quick to deepthroat this new cock, the moment the rat was in range he slid his muzzle all the way down the above average shaft until his lips were pressed against a sheath and he swallowed and flexed his throat around the head as he had been practicing with Master.

"Mmm, fuck I love sloppy seconds." The store manager said. His cock was as deep as it would go, and the otter could feel the quickly forming knot growing even thicker than the rest of the dick. The dalmatian put one footpaw on the glass door and the other next to the otter's right leg, both of his paws grabbing at hip and ass for leverage and to pull the cheeks apart. With a few slow thrusts to test, pulling all the way out and letting out a hungry growl at the wet, sloppy hole that was winking and flexing and then watching his cock slide back in slowly while gasping at how wide he got it, even the otter felt the cum already in him foaming. Then he built up speed with his thrusts, going shallower and getting his growing knot to push against the ring of muscles with each pump of his hips. Morgan grunted around the shaft in his muzzle, a mixture of excitement and dread at what the store manager's knot would do to his hole made his stomach twist as much as it made butterflies flutter in it.

He began bobbing on the rat's shaft, one paw following close to his muzzle, his gag reflex now so suppressed that he rarely made a gagging sound. As he worked the rodent's cock faster, he could feel it throbbing, muscles flexing so hard it nearly made his head bounce with the dick, and the pre coming out was far more than most furs he'd serviced. His guess was that the rodent was very pent up. He tried to keep in time with the dalmatian's thrusts for a minute, then he slowed, going all the way up and down. He planted his nose into the rat's crotch fur and flexed his throat, then pulled almost all the way off and rolled his tongue over the head like it was candy. He heard the rat snort and then meaty paws grabbed his head, then began fucking his face at a fast but unsteady pace. Grunts and pants were all he heard as his face was slammed into the crotch of the gym rat, and that cock started throbbing hard in his muzzle. Then with a snarl through clenched teeth, that cock started pumping cum as the rat made him deep throat it. It was a shame that he didn't get to taste it, but he knew it was going where it belonged, inside him. He swallowed and licked through the rat's orgasm even as the dalmatian picked up the pace and let out a "Fuck, that's hot." The rat's grip tightened and then weakened, but Morgan didn't pull away, he bobbed his head on that shaft to milk out every drop of seed, and the rat still had plenty to give. The shots that hit the back of his maw gradually weakened to a drool over what felt like the course of a whole minute, filling his muzzle with a sweet flavor, the rat must eat a lot of pineapple.

As Morgan cleaned up the rat's cock, the dalmatian started slamming his own cock into the otter, his knot now fully formed and the size of a pair of fists. He lowered his stance for more force and pulled those pink butt cheeks as far apart as they'd go, looking down at his knot forcing that hole open and saying "Fuck yes," more and more rapidly. With one last push, he watched the asshole give in and stretch around his knot like it was in slow motion, creeping down his fat knot like it was sucking it in, then just as it crested the thickest part his knot was pulled all the way in. He let out a low groan and shuddered as each rope of cum fired into the well-worn otter, feeling that hole squeeze down on him with each shot like it was sucking his dick.

Morgan felt very full on both ends, his stomach like he'd drank too much, and his ass was fuller than it had been in a long time. His caged cock and balls felt like they were swimming in his pre and dancing around in a feeble attempt at freedom. The rat patted his head and pulled away, his softening cock being stuffed in and then zipped away before the rat strutted off. Then the dalmatian pulled on his cock, forcing his aching hole to stretch once more.

"Relax, slut. I need to get back to work and I can't do that with you hanging off me." The store manager said.

Morgan took a few deep breaths and tried to relax his hole as best he could, despite the dog jerking his ass around. He grunted and then he heard a pop with a sharp bark from the canine. His hole felt so empty, and the breeze on his insides made him shudder from the cold. The foamed jizz was leaking out his gaping rear, he could feel it slide along his taint and balls before it hit his underwear below. The store manager was already walking away while stuffing his thick cock back into his stained dress pants. He turned to look at the horse and squirrel that were waiting, they had their cocks out and were stroking them, the red squirrel's already glistening with pre. He jerked as footsteps and chatter came from the other side of the aisle.

"Dude," One green haired hyena said as he punched the other brick colored hyena walking down the aisle. "I told you he was telling the truth!"

"Yeah, and he's got a line going. Not saying I don't mind a show to get me going." You could definitely hear the smile in the other hyena's voice.

"Please," Morgan said, looking back and forth with a mixture of cum and spit on his muzzle. "I need more!"

***

"So, you were fucked half a dozen times and got no pictures." Master's voice echoed from the otter's phone as he 'sat' in his car, video chat only displaying the pink otter. His butt plug was slowly warming up and his hole barely holding it in as he showed his ass off to the camera on his phone, leaning back with his legs spread and his footpaws on the roof.

"They said you should add a week, the hyena said it was a gift from him." Morgan whimpered.

"I have no proof of how many came in you, though it is plain to see that some did." Master paused, letting silence fill the air. "As punishment for not following instructions and in acknowledgement to this hyena, your chastity goal is reset and doubled in length."

Morgan quivered in place, he had already broken his previous record, but now he had nearly two years in chastity to go!

"Now, get home with the food this instant. I'm getting hungry and horny, so I'll be fucking you while you cook." And with that, the call ended.

Morgan whined and set his phone to the side. He had gotten so close to cumming in his cage in the store, maybe if he asked Master politely, he would let him cum tonight.