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Olive, yes that's what he'd been going by. At least, how the otter mentally called himself after months of being at his master's hoof. He smiled, pushing out his ass as he posed in the mirror. Even now he could see the teal g-string panties riding up his butt, with lines so thin they dug into his fur and almost became invisible. Biting his lower lip, Olive playfully smacked his ass, watching it jiggle thanks to months of proper stretching and exercises.

He preferred the g-strings, feeling all that extra snugness around his cage and giving the otter a cute little bulge. Puckering his lips, Olive pulled out a special tube of lipstick from his personal makeup stash. As much as he adored Theo's mastery over his face, the otter grew into a habit of applying his own before special nights. Or just in general, he was never one to shy from being out and proud on campus, but under Theo's thumb, Olive just needed to embrace being the zebra's girl. Though from how he dressed, from the tight hotpants to the halter tops, he pulled off a much more feminine twink than he used to.

Olive imagined all the onlookers on campus as he layered the neon green lipstick across his puckered lips. The turned heads, the blushes, and even the jealous little eyes from the girls. He'd gotten them before, but now he felt it everywhere and it made his cage all the tighter. A teasing reminder of who owned his cock, owned his pleasure.

"Well, not all of it," He said to himself, eyeing the thick buttplug sitting on the counter. Nowhere as thick as his sister slave's, but he'd get there eventually. With a layer of punky purple mascara finished, Olive lubed up the plug and leaned against the sink. The wet tip braced against his pucker, stretched from the daily practice with toys gifted by his loving master. With several twists, it pushed through, bracing against his prostate ever so forceful as the otter moaned in delight. "Just a little more, and I can finally take him," He whispered aloud, bracing his arm against the sink for stability.

Olive strutted back to his room, naked and exposed save for the panties and cage. His roommate tried to ignore him, but the otter saw the tent in the ram's trousers. He couldn't blame him, Olive would have fucked himself if he could, but he preferred to be fucked anyway. "So, I won't be back tonight. You can have people over if you want. Maybe your girlfriend?"

"Uh huh...sure..." The ram nodded, pretending to read his book.

"You know...My boyfriend isn't strictly monogamous. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you-"

"M-My girlfriend might..."

"We don't have to tell her." Olive smiled, pulling on the fishnet stockings and arm sleeves. A bit more of a punk look today felt appropriate. "It could be our little secret. What's college if not a place to experiment?" He winked, noting the raggedy's ram's blush and twitching tent. Nowhere near the size of Theo's, but it was hard to compete with an equine. "But not today. I gotta be somewhere."

With a wink and a smile, Olive swung his ass back and forth as he made his way across campus and a few blocks. Catching the eyes of every straggler, he made sure to send a subtle flirt their way. Not that they'd get to touch him, at least not yet. Theo still needed to approve of such a play, and he had doubts that even if he did the otter wouldn't be finding any frat parties willing to partake in fucking a guy.

Still, an otter can dream.

"Well, don't you look wild?" Lucy purred in the doorway of her and her master's apartment. The sissy lion leaned against the frame, letting her tight pink tube top press against her tight nipples and her small skirt drift to one side, hinting at the cage underneath. Why wear panties at home when the master will just take them off after all? "Excited?"

"Oh, of course." Olive bowed and stepped inside. Lucy giggled, leading him to the living room where Theo was waiting. The zebra wore his usual casual outfit, tight jeans and a grey shirt showing off his athletic form. He couldn't wait to see it off, railing into him finally. He smiled at his approach.

"Interesting shade," The zebra said, cupping the otter's chip and twisting his head side to side, inspecting his makeup job. "Not as good as me, but passable for what you're going for."

Weak in the knees, Olive forced himself stable at his master's touch. "I wouldn't want to be as good as you, sir. If I was, you wouldn't have the pleasure of dolling me up."

"Too true," Theo said, pressing his thumb against the otter's lips. Careful not to smear, he pushed the digit into his slave's mouth, pressing against his tongue with possessive might. Olive wanted to melt in pleasure, feeling his cage so tight and snug around his cock, or clitty as Theo might call it. "Kneel on the coffee table," He ordered, snapping his fingers for Lucy to grab something.

Not his first time, Olive carefully placed his knees and weight against the glass table. Theo had told him in the past it was specially reinforced, a gift from his mother, so that even he could stand on it if he wished. The otter puffed out his chest, smiling with lust as his master sat on the couch across from him, and spread his legs. Already his cock lined up against the denim, ready to be worshipped at a simple command.

"You ready for this?" Theo asked, smiling though still with some concern over his face. Olive nodded, earning another question from his master. "Are you sure?" Theo leaned in, tenting his fingers, "You know what you're giving me with this."

"I know. That's why I'm excited. Besides, I trust you. Though I'll admit, I'm confused why Lucy doesn't have one."

"I do," Lucy said, entering back from the room with her arms behind her, "But it's only for play. I'm his girlfriend first after all."

Olive's eyes grew wide at the sight of it, the lovely black collar in her hands. The lion kneeled before handing it to Theo, who took it gracefully and stepped behind the otter. "With this collar, you belong to me," He said, unlocking the leather and carefully wrapping it around the otter's neck. His breath shortened, the leather bracing against him sending goosebumps down his body. "You are in my care, and I promise to watch and protect you so long as you serve me. Is that clear, Olive?"

"Yes...Master..." He'd said it so many times before. But, just like the day Theo locked his cock, it felt all the more right with him now. The collar tightened around his neck, not enough to hurt, but every gulp made him remember just who kept control of him. Strong hands pulled the back of his head into the zebra's chest, grinding him against the tight abs his master earned from extra exercise. If he could, the otter would have melted in his arms.

"Good, slave," Theo cooed, "Now, you get one request as a reward, then again on your birthday. Is that clear?"

Olive nodded, "Yes master." One request, anything he could ask of his master. There was only one thing he wanted. One thing he'd been begging for ever since he laid eyes on Theo. "Master..." His hands reached behind and grabbed the zebra's legs, pulling his back against the straining monster behind the denim, "Please fuck me. Take your cock and claim me one more time," The otter pleaded, grinding his back against the hidden cock, feeling the pulse behind him. Not once had Theo used it on his own hole, preferring his tongue and fingers to prob Olive's ass. He'd seen Lucy take it so often, and while the monster spread her wide, the lion lost herself in the service. He'd do anything for it...hell, he'd practically done just that for a proper pounding.

Theo smiled, "Lucy, take Olive to the bedroom and prepare her like we planned." They planned? Olive beamed at the thought, knowing that his wondrous master had decided to finally fuck him even before he asked. The lion nodded with a sultry smile, clipping a leash against the d-ring of the collar and gently pulling the otter to the floor on his hands and knees. He resisted the urge to bite his lip as he crawled along the floor, watching Lucy's shapely ass with envy as they entered the bedroom.

"It's almost a shame to get you out of those clothes," Lucy cooed, slowly stripping Olive out of everything save his fishnet sleeves, stockings, his cage, and of course, the new collar. His hands couldn't help but fondle the new garment as Lucy grabbed restraints. It wasn't some cheap feral pet store collar, nor did it feel like fake leather. Olive couldn't tell, nor would he have been mad if it was. The material didn't matter, only the symbol. But the fact that Theo went the extra mile made him shiver in delight.

Lucy kicked his legs aside, "I should get the spreader bar. Wouldn't want you closing by accident," She said with a smirk, latching on leather ankle cuffs with a thick wooden bar spreading his legs apart. Next she pushed him against the mattress, locking his wrists behind him and leaving his leash to lay freely on the bed. Finally, as Theo walked in, Lucy pushed a thick and pink ball-gag into his mouth, letting his lipstick rub off a little against the orb.

"I'm not that into bondage," The zebra said, his hand resting against Olive's eager rump, "But you look so much cuter with restraints. It's like you were born to be bound." Fingers wrapped tight against the plug, pulling ever so slowly while his other hand held the otter down. Only halfway out before he pushed it back in, toying and teasing his slave's otter's eager hole until finally pulling it out completely, leaving Olive open and empty.

The cold chill of lube had him squealing delightfully into his gag as Theo probed into him. "Someone's been using her dildo," He cooed, lining his pucker and inner walls. Olive could hardly blame himself, he'd been without a real fucking for months. He'd almost been tempted to try that nightclub again, but picking up strangers without his master's permission felt wrong.

"And now, for the main event." Theo's hands lifted off the otter's ass, only to be replaced by a smaller and more delicate grip. Olive's confusion subsided as he felt a cockhead against his loose hole, only for it to return when he realized it wasn't a flat equine head. Curious, he arched his neck to see Lucy behind him, her cock free from her cage and hard. Not as big as Olive's used to be, or at least he thought given his time locked up.

"What's the matter?" Lucy pouted, "Don't you want your master's cock?" She pushed into him before he could complain, filling him not as tight as the plug, but still noticeable. Theo grabbed the otter's leash and climbed onto the bed, naked and laying out his hardened rod across Olive's face.

"What's the matter, slave? Confused?" His comforting smile was blocked by the thick and warm mass of pulsing cock bracing against Olive's nose. The smell had him drooling in his gag, unconsciously pressing his tongue against it to push it aside. His neon green lipstick stained against the cock in his desperate attempts for taste. "It's quite simple, Olive. You wanted my cock inside you. And I'm doing just that, with Lucy doing the fucking." With his master's cock grinding against his face, the otter's eyes watered. Why was he being denied, he'd been a good slave hadn't he? The sheer humiliation, the degradation, it dug into his heart and made his cage unbearable.

"See, just like with your cage, Lucy's cock belongs to me. It's my cock." He cupped his slave's face, wiping a tear with his thumb. "Don't pretend you're sad, Olive. I know you love this, being denied and humiliated. You've craved it so much." He leaned in, whispering, "And that's how it's gonna be. I'll let you suck me off, worship my dick, but I'll never put it in your back hole. Well, maybe not never, but the odds are very slim. After all, why would I need a slave's hole when my girlfriend's is already so well stretched and trained?"

Lucy panted behind them, her thrusts growing weaker. He barely felt her, too focused on his master's utter control to register the sissy fucking him. It wasn't until Theo got up that Olive turned to notice her, nearing the edge. "S-Sorry, sir. I never really used my-"

"Shh..." Theo silenced her with a finger against her lips, "It's ok. Get him on his back and I'll help with the rest." Olive was already turning at the command, one not directed at him. He was nothing but a toy, a plaything in their eyes and he wanted every little abuse they'd throw at him. His master hoisted the otter's legs up, hooking them to a hanging chain and pushing Lucy through the spread legs until they were face to face. "Line back up inside her, Lucy," He demanded, holding her ass tight as she did so.

What happened next burned into Olive's memory. Though braced his lubed cock against the lion's ass, pushing in just as she pushed into the otter. Every thrust he made through her went into him. Her moans, her shudders, all he wished to experience, sat atop him as the zebra's cock fucked her. Lucy pressed her lips against Olive's gag, smiling softly as she cried out her master's name and held the otter's face.

He wanted it. He tried to shift against her, to hopefully gain more of Theo without reasoning how or why. Time became meaningless. The bed creaked and chains rattled, mixing in with the panting sound of the pounded lion sissy and the stud zebra, with the gagged cries of the denied otter.

Theo sped up, thrusting faster and faster until he screamed and wrapped his arms around both slaves. Lucy's mouth hung agape, then smiled as her head rested against the otter's chest. No sooner did Olive feel the quick spurts of warmth filling inside him. Giving her a short reprieve, Theo gently pulled Lucy off the otter and grabbed a vibrating wand. "Welcome to the family, Olive," He whispered, pressing it against the denied cage until he could no longer restrain himself, filling the brim with cum that slowly dribbled out of him.

Restraints were removed, gags were unlocked. With one at each arm, Theo rested against the bed and held his two locked pets closely. Olive clung to his chest, ashamed and free as his arousal finally died down.

This is where he belonged.