Vacation Souvenirs—Chapter 7

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#7 of Vacation Souvenirs

It's time for the annual Dunbar family vacation, and Austin is joining his folks for a week at a luxurious resort in sunny Las Positas. But for the 20 year-old otter, family vacations have always meant "vacation for the rest of the family" while he fends for himself. That's going to change this year, though, when he meets another guest at the resort: Kane Markov, a polar bear in his 50s who's interested in taking the younger man under his wing for the week.

I got really indulgent with this chapter, just couldn't stop myself with further developing Austin and Kane's relationship by taking them out of the hotel for the day, and I might have veered a little into "Pretty Woman" territory here :D

For Chapter 7, Kane takes Austin on a shopping spree and a tour of Las Positas, which includes a visit to a swanky tailor shop to get fitted for a suit and a much more exciting trip to the West Cruz district for some underwear shopping. Along the way, Austin gets a glimpse of a porno being filmed and takes part in a little porn scenario of Kane's devising. Plenty of wholesome moments in here along with some fun smut, including some docking ;)

As always, creepy and wholesome comments, questions, feedback, and constructive critiques are always welcome and appreciated, and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thanks so much!


Austin had slept like a log that night; by the time he and Kane had returned to their rooms, it was well past midnight, and the otter had exhaustedly flopped onto his pullout bed, completely drained physically and emotionally. He didn't dream, he didn't toss and turn--it was as if his brain had shut down and performed a hard reboot throughout the night. Austin had slumbered so heavily that he didn't hear the coffee maker as his parents and siblings brewed their java and chatted among themselves the following morning, he didn't hear his family get ready for the day or leave the suite, and he didn't even open his eyes until a few minutes past 10. But when he awoke that morning, he'd felt truly refreshed, energized, and...lighter, somehow, as if he'd shed 50 pounds of excess weight while he'd slept.

He sat up in the bright sunshine that was coming through the windows--his family had already pulled the curtains back, not caring about letting him sleep in the dark...but the sunshine carried with it the promise and potential of a new day, and Austin couldn't help but smile.

And the otter smiled even wider when he saw a text message from Kane, asking if he wanted to meet in a little while to spend the day in town.

Which brought Austin and Kane to standing outside the resort's front door and by the valet stand at 10:45.

"Alright, this is me," Kane said, pointing at the car that was driving up towards them from the garage.

"Whoa, seriously?" Austin asked, his eyes wide as the valet pulled around in the white Venus L5 luxury SUV. "This is yours?"

"Well, this one's a rental, but I've got one just like it back home," Kane chuckled. He handed a folded bill to the valet on his way over to the driver's side of the vehicle.

Austin marveled at the car's interior as he got into the front passenger seat; smooth, beige leather blended pleasingly with black, polished metal and rich cyan accents, the panel protecting the sunroof had been pushed back to allow sunlight to filter through the glass top, and the quiet electric engine made hardly any noise. The air conditioning was already running, keeping the interior cool and comfortable under the already blazing summer sun, and the otter settled into his cushioned leather seat, buckling up after he closed the door.

"Ready?" Kane asked after he'd also slid into his seat.

"Let's roll," Austin grinned. "Where are we going?"

"Well, I said I'd like to take you shopping with me..."

"For some underwear, if I remember right." Austin could clearly recall when Kane had made that remark--it felt like only moments ago when they'd been behind a bush next to the hotel's nature trail and the polar bear had fondled his balls through his thong.

"And we'll get to that, for sure. But first," the polar bear continued as he tapped the screen in the center of the infotainment console and brought up the GPS, where a route and destination had already been entered, "I thought we'd start here."

Austin leaned in for a closer look. "Weston Forte? What's that?"

Kane pulled away from the hotel and began driving. "Men's clothing--suits, ties, that kind of thing."

"You mean formal wear?"

Kane snorted at the obvious displeasure in Austin's tone. "Don't worry, we're not putting you in a tux. But you'll need something a little more...appropriate for this evening," he added with a sideways glance at the rumpled t-shirt and shorts that Austin was wearing.

The young otter raised his eyebrows, puzzled. "And what are we doing this evening?"

Kane shrugged noncommittally. "Just dinner and drinks in town."

Austin smirked at the polar bear's evasive answer. "Just dinner and drinks? Nothing fancier than that?" he prodded

Kane chuckled and nodded. "Nothing fancier than that. But it's fancier than what you're dressed for right now."

"I've got a nicer pair of shorts and a clean tank I can wear, if that's more appropriate," Austin quipped.

"Cute as you'd be in that, I still don't think they'd let you in," the polar bear told him as he merged onto the freeway.

"Man, this place sounds like it's going to be real fun," the otter said sarcastically.

"Oh, just wait and see; the fancy clothes will be worth it, I promise."

"And what about your fancy clothes?" Austin asked, noting the polar bear's own outfit of shorts and a t-shirt. "Or does the dress code not apply to you once you're over 50?"

Kane paused while he passed a slow truck. "Are you calling me old, boy?"

"Maybe..."

"Heh, might need to punish you for that later," Kane growled playfully as he reached over and squeezed Austin's thigh.

"Ah!" The otter squirmed in his seat as Kane squeezed for a second longer, pinching right on top of a sensitive nerve, before he let go again.

"But I've already got my clothes in the trunk," Kane continued, jabbing a thumb back towards the rear of the car. "Our first stop today is going to be all about you, young man."

"So...if I don't need a tux, then...what? A three-piece with a vest or something?"

"Oh no, not even that formal. I'm going to get you just a two-piece, jacket and pants...and a nice shirt."

Austin started in his seat. "Wait, you're going to get--are you sure?"

"Of course!" Kane said naturally. "It's my treat; every dad should get to buy a suit for his son." He reached over again, but this time he affectionately patted the top of Austin's thigh.

The otter smiled and his heart swelled in his chest; the polar bear's paternal attention was nourishing on an intensely personal level, and as much as Austin disliked the thought of wearing a suit (as the only suits he'd worn had been hand-me-downs from his older brother), the thought of Kane taking the time and energy to help him find a suit of his own, and even purchase it for him...the otter was as touched and grateful as he had been last night when he'd been talking with the polar bear at the pool.

"Aw thanks...Dad."

Kane grinned widely. "Anytime, kiddo."

"You're not going to make me wear a tie though, right?"

"No tie needed for tonight...unless you really want one," Kane added temptingly.

"Hard pass."

"I wouldn't be so hasty, there's a lot of things you can do with a tie if you use your imagination."

"...Why do I get the feeling you want to use one to tie my hands together and throw me on top of the dinner table before you start teasing me?"

"Maybe because that's what I actually want to do to you."

"Is that allowed at the place we're going to?"

"Probably not...but breaking the rules is what makes it more fun."

Austin and Kane continued chatting as they drove into town; it took another 15 minutes for them to reach downtown Las Positas, where they exited off the freeway and began driving through the Riverside shopping district. The streets weren't terribly congested, but the L5 still moved slowly with the flow of traffic.

"This part of town is touristy as hell," Kane said knowledgeably as he and Austin passed by the sidewalks crowded with people who were clearly from out of town--throngs of people were looking around, gawking at the architecture of Las Posita's high-rises in between window shopping and entering and exiting the boutiques, cafes, stores, and bistros. Even more pedestrians were strolling along the riverfront and milling in front of the large sculptures or taking pictures of the San Lianos river that ran through downtown. "But Weston Forte's the best for what we need."

Kane parked the car in a garage without even batting an eye at the $18/hour price; from there, he and Austin proceeded on foot for a few blocks before coming to a stop at a storefront with a sleek, white and brushed metal sign that read "Weston Forte".

In the window displays stood male mannequins wearing different styles and colors of suits--most of them looked like fairly standard attire, some of them accessorized with hats or pocket squares, although Austin's eyebrows rose with intrigue when he saw one of them wearing a geometrically-patterned purple and orange jacket with matching pants and a pink vest with a pale purple shirt.

"Is that what you have in mind for tonight?" Austin snickered, pointing at the eye-catching suit.

Kane chuckled. "Maybe something a little more subtle...after you," he said as he pulled the glass door and held it open for Austin.

Austin entered with Kane behind him, and he glanced around the store for a moment to get a lay of the land--the store smelled faintly of cedar and pine, and smooth jazz music played over the ceiling-mounted speakers. The lighting was soft and similar to that of a speakeasy, mirrors hung from the walls that were lined with natural wood planks interspersed with steel and painted accents, and the entire store was floored with dark-stained mahogany boards. Racks upon racks of jackets, pants, vests, and shirts filled the main floor space, with additional tables and racks for ties, hats, pocket squares, and canes, and Austin could see the fitting rooms along the far wall of the store. Men in various styles of suits and formal attire were assisting customers...and one of them--a caramel, muscular rabbit in his early 30s who wore a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a figure-hugging charcoal gray vest and matching slacks, and stylish tortoiseshell glasses--approached Austin and Kane.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Weston Forte," the rabbit said warmly. "Can I help you find something today?"

"Yes, my friend here needs a two-piece and a shirt," Kane said, clapping a hand on Austin's shoulder as he referred to the otter.

The rabbit smiled and nodded. "Of course! I'd be happy to get you sorted out--my name's Luka," he said, proferring a hand.

"Austin," the otter said, shaking the rabbit's hand.

"Kane," the polar bear added by way of introduction.

"Excellent, great to meet you both," Luka replied genially. He motioned for Austin and Kane to follow him further into the store. "Can I ask what kind of occasion this suit is going to be for?"

"Just a nice dinner, but also something that can be used for future events like weddings and interviews," Kane said, taking the lead in providing information while Austin continued looking around the store.

"Ah, so a good general purpose suit," Luka summarized. "Looking for a more neutral color, I take it?"

"Exactly."

"And how soon do you need it?"

"The dinner's tonight, so if we could walk out of here with something, that would be great," Kane said.

Luka nodded. "I think we can do that, depending on what we have and how it fits; we can skip tailoring today, but we have branches all over, so if it needs to be taken in or let out a little, you can bring it into any of our other shops with your receipt and we'll do our in-house tailoring for free."

"That's perfect," Kane said.

"Have you been fitted for a suit before, Austin?" Luka asked as he led the otter and polar bear over to one of the wall-mounted mirrors, where there stood a small raised platform, an empty clothes rack, and a leather, wingback armchair.

"Nope, never," Austin answered.

"Alright, not a problem, I can get you measured up right here," the rabbit said breezily as he directed the otter to stand on the platform in front of the mirror.

Austin stepped up and faced the mirror while Kane took his position behind the armchair, choosing to lean against it instead of sitting. Luka reached into one of his pockets and produced a retractable tape measure, and he maneuvered himself to stand in front of Austin.

"Okay...just like that," Luka muttered as he held Austin's shoulders and subtly repositioned the otter to face him more directly. "And stand as straight as you can...perfect. And do you also need to be measured for a shirt?"

"Yeah, I don't have one," Austin told him.

"No problem, I'll get you taken care of," Luka replied. Armed with his tape measure, he started taking the otter's measurements. "First your neck...okay, now hold your arm out, please...perfect, and arms down and I'll get your chest...and again without your shoulders..."

Austin followed Luka's directions, but he felt almost nervous as he did so; he gulped and his gut wobbled as the handsome rabbit proficiently measured him up, taking note of every inch he appraised. The otter had never had someone get familiar with his body like this before--the closest experience he could relate it to was getting a physical checkover from his doctor, but there was something oddly personal (and maybe a little arousing) about Luka's process of wrapping his tape measure around him. Was it the way the rabbit drew so near to him as he measured his inseam, with his face inches away from Austin's crotch? Or was it because Luka's hand was resting on his collarbone, so close to his neck--a vulnerable, sensitive area--while measuring his torso? And Austin couldn't deny that Luka was pretty attractive...his thick forearms were bulging from his rolled-up sleeves, his eyes behind his glasses were intent and soulful, and his caramel fur caught the light in a way that made him almost glimmer...

Heat rose in Austin's cheeks and he couldn't stop grimacing in an attempt to keep a straight face, but he forced himself to stay steady throughout the process. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was making him enjoy the experience of getting measured like this--maybe it was the overall fact that Luka was teasingly close, just hinting at touching Austin inappropriately while remaining barely out of reach, all while Kane was watching him in the mirror with a visible smirk on his face--but by the time the rabbit finished, Austin could feel himself starting to chub up under his shorts. He couldn't tell if Luka had noticed--either he hadn't at all, or he had and chose to stay professional and pay it no mind.

"Alright, that's everything I need," Luka announced. "How about you both hang out here and let me find a few options, and then we'll see what you like?"

"Sounds good!" Austin replied cheerily, hitching up a forced smile before the rabbit strode off. The otter sighed and slumped, only just realizing how tense he'd become while standing straight for Luka. He looked at himself in the mirror again...and then glared at Kane, whose smirk had grown into a full, shit-eating grin. "And what are you so smug about?"

The polar bear snickered. "Well, he's very handsome and did a good job of feeling you up--sorry, I mean measuring you up."

"Hooo, that was a little...I don't know..."

"Have you ever been measured for clothes before?" Kane asked, still grinning.

"Nooooo...do they always get up in your crotch like that?" Austin returned, flustered--the heat in his face was starting to dissipate, but only a little.

"If you want your inseam to fit right, then yeah," Kane replied nonchalantly. He shook his head to himself for a moment before he asked, "So, what do you think so far?"

Austin glanced around again, taking another cursory look at the bustling store and the almost overwhelming amount of suits hanging from the racks. "Well...they've got a lot of options...and I guess I just didn't really expect such...personalized service."

"That's what the consultants are for--they give you that one-on-one attention, and they'll narrow down the choices for you," Kane explained.

"And you think Luka knows what I'll like?"

"We already gave him some parameters to work with. Something neutral that you can use for other occasions; he's probably not going to bring you some checkerboard pattern or that orange and purple number you saw in the window."

"I don't know, that looked pretty neutral to me," Austin joked.

"Sure, that's neutral and I'm actually your father," Kane sniggered.

"Well, from a certain point of view..." Austin trailed off before he looked in the mirror again. Behind him, he could see Luka picking through the racks, searching for viable options; it looked like he was already carrying a few hangers, but Austin couldn't see what they held. "Luka...Luka, Luka, Luka," he murmured softly, as if experimenting with the sound of the rabbit's name.

"What do you think of him?" Kane asked casually.

Austin hesitated, his eyes lingering on the tall, masculine rabbit and the way his vest hugged his pectorals. "I guess if I was expecting a suit consultant...he's not what I would've expected. You know, you'd think...well, a tailor, right? Some guy in his 70s from the old country who might have connections to the mob, but I mean...he's veeeery easy on the eyes..."

"And it looks like he knew what he was doing, too...skilled with his hands," the polar bear observed before he chuckled to himself. "It was fun watching you get just a little hot and bothered while he was measuring you."

"Ugh, you could see that?"

"Kid, astronauts on the space station could see that," Kane teased.

"Uuuugh," Austin groaned as he hung his head.

The polar bear snickered again. "Heh, you're cute when you're all ruffled up and can't do anything about it."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you."

"Very much, yes."

Austin looked at Kane again in the mirror, smiling dryly at him. "This isn't about a fancy dinner at all, you just want to see me squirm."

"Boy, if I just wanted to see you squirm, I would have taken you to my room instead of driving us all the way into town," Kane growled playfully, which got Austin's heart racing. "But believe me, I'm going to make you squirm later today regardless, before, during, and after dinner."

Austin perked up even more. "And how are you going to do that?" he asked, his interest piqued.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Kane replied cryptically.

"I would like to know!"

"Too bad, I'm not going to tell you."

Austin pouted theatrically in the mirror, as if he'd just had something precious taken away from him. "But that's not fair!"

"Tough cookies, son," Kane said gruffly as he walked around in front of the armchair. He settled into it comfortably as he added, "You're going to have to learn to be patient."

The otter pretended to ponder the polar bear's directive for a moment. "No, I don't like the sound of that."

"Well then, you must not want to be a good boy for me...good boys know how to be patient," the older man pointed out like a father chastising his son.

"And bad boys?"

Kane shrugged. "Bad boys get punished."

"That's...not really incentivizing me to be good."

"Not even a little?"

"Hmm...nope."

A wicked grin grew on Kane's face. "Well, then I'll just have to make you reeeaally squirm, won't I?"

Austin was about to reply, but held off when he saw Luka's reflection in the mirror coming back towards him, and the rabbit's hands were full of hangers.

"Alright, gentlemen, let's see how you feel about these," Luka said as he hung the garments he'd brought with him on the nearby rack.

Austin turned to see that Luka had procured seven jackets with corresponding pants, as well as five different button-down shirts. Three of the suits were different shades of charcoal gray, one was slate blue, one was a rich navy blue, one was plain black, and one was black with thin pinstripes. The otter also took note of the shirt options: there was plain white, white with blue stripes, pale blue, light gray, and faint yellow.

"All of these suits are made by Blaine Hendrix, Weston Forte's in-house design brand--they're Super 130s wool, which makes them light and breathable, and the jackets come with high-quality silk linings," Luka rattled off while Austin stepped off of the platform for a closer look. "The jackets are also half canvassed, so they have structure in the upper half while retaining that breathability to keep you comfortable. They have built-in reserve in case they need to be taken out, and you'll notice the side vents and uniform stitching on the front side, which will elevate your style even further."

As Luka spoke, Austin held the sleeves of the jackets and ran his hands over the slacks that hung from the rack, feeling the smooth texture of the fabric under his fingers.

"Any of these striking your fancy, Austin?" Luka asked.

"Hmm...I'm kind of liking the navy blue," the otter mused, tapping the jacket he was gravitating towards the most.

Luka nodded. "It's a good color--actually it would pair very nicely with your fur and your eyes, and it's good for most occasions; it's neutral enough that it can fit into a lot of different settings, but there's still some good color to express personality. I'll set it aside here for you to try on in the fitting room," he said as he pushed the hangers bearing the navy blue jacket and pants to the far end of the rack. "As for the shirts, they're also made by Blaine Hendrix, 100% cotton, and tailored for a more athletic fit to give you that body-hugging aesthetic that seems to be trending these days."

"Hmm...I like the pale blue, but is that too much blue with the navy?" Austin asked.

"Not necessarily," the rabbit replied in a consulting tone. He plucked the pale blue shirt from the rack and held it in front of the navy suit for Austin to see how the colors paired. "It's light enough that there's good contrast between them while still complementing the suit; you don't want a shirt that totally blends in with the suit, but at the same time you don't want something that looks like it doesn't belong at all. Personally, for the navy suit, I'd go with either this pale blue or the light gray--you can never go wrong with plain white, either, but then it just comes down to your own tastes."

Austin considered Luka's advice, then looked to Kane for his input.

"I like the pale blue myself," the polar bear supplied.

The otter nodded. "Then yeah, I'll stick with the pale blue, at least to try it on."

"Sounds good; come on back with me to the fitting rooms," Luka said as he grabbed the navy suit from the rack.

Kane remained in the armchair while Austin followed the rabbit to the back of the store, where Luka directed him into one of the fitting rooms before returning to wait with the polar bear.

In the privacy of his cubicle, the otter stripped down to his underwear before he put on the shirt, buttoning it from the bottom up; from there, he pulled on the navy pants, which felt even lighter against his legs than he expected. He was also surprised to find that they fit perfectly--the legs were just the right length, the hole for his tail was exactly where it needed to be, and he didn't even need a belt. Austin tucked his shirt into his waistband and then shrugged into the jacket...and then looked at himself in the mirror.

His eyebrows rose as he was slightly taken aback--his pants were loose enough to give his legs some room to move while still giving him a slender appearance (and, he noticed, made his ass look even more defined without calling too much attention to his rear), the jacket accentuated the subtle curve of his waist, his shoulders looked slim, his chest was structured without looking bulky, and the colors of the shirt and the suit contrasted enough to look completely separate while still creating a visually cohesive outfit.

"Dang," Austin couldn't help but breathe at the sight of his own reflection; he hadn't realized the transformative power of a suit that...well, actually fit. His hand-me-down suits from Emmett had been too loose, too baggy--he'd always felt like he'd been swimming in his older brother's clothes whenever he'd gone to weddings and banquets with his family. But now, somehow, he felt like he was standing on his own.

After turning around a few times and getting a good eyeful of himself in the mirror, Austin stepped out of the fitting room and practically strutted back to Kane and Luka with a bashful but satisfied smile on his face.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here! Now that's a dapper guy," Kane said proudly from his armchair as Austin approached him and Luka.

The otter's grin turned almost shy at the polar bear's tone, but he playfully shrugged before he stepped back onto the platform in front of the mirror.

"What do you think?" he asked Kane.

"It looks really good on you, Austin! Love the blue," Kane beamed earnestly.

"But what do you think?" Luka asked Austin in return. "How's the fit?"

Austin raised his arms and turned from side to side experimentally, testing how the suit moved with his body. "I like it, it feels really good...like, it's not baggy or anything. And it's a lot lighter than I thought it'd be!"

Luka nodded. "I know what you mean--as soon as you hear 'wool', you start thinking of heavy fabric, but it's woven in a way that makes it almost like linen, light and breathable. And it hangs very nicely on you," he added as he stepped up behind Austin. He reached for the otter's waist and pinched the sides of the jacket, drawing the fabric tighter between his fingers. "It's looking pretty well-fitted in the waist and hips as-is, but it could probably stand to be taken in just a little to give you more of that tailored look here."

He released the fabric again and put his hands on top of Austin's shoulders. "We're looking good in the shoulders, not too bulky, and it feels like you have some room to move--raise your arms for me...yeah, see how the shoulders aren't lifting very much? That's where the half canvassing comes in, it keeps you looking sleek and structured, and we're not using the big pads that they used to put in suit shoulders back in the day."

"Had a few of those suits myself," Kane chuckled.

Austin lowered his arms again while Luka continued his examination. The rabbit reached around to the otter's front, between the open flaps of his jacket, and, without any preamble, pushed his thumbs into Austin's waistband--Austin's stomach flipped at the invasive digits pressing between his waistband and his upper groin, but he stayed still. "The pants have a decent fit here, too, just a little bit of space without being too tight, and you can get away without needing a belt. And the great thing about the way Blaine Hendrix constructs their pants is that they don't bunch up in the crotch."

Luka withdrew his thumbs, but his hands hovered around Austin's navel; he held the flaps of the otter's jacket open to reveal more of the pale blue shirt, which comfortably hugged Austin's sides and stomach.

"And how does the shirt feel to you?"

Austin nodded, consciously concentrating on how comfortable the shirt was and doing his best not to fantasize about Luka's hands dropping to his crotch, unzipping his fly, and reaching into his pants under the pretext of still checking how they fit. "I like it--not too baggy, not too tight, and it feels pretty light."

"It's that athletic style, really highlights your physique without being too constricting," Luka observed before he released the flaps of Austin's jacket once more. "All in all, I think you'd do really well in a suit like this."

Austin looked at himself in the mirror again, with Luka still standing behind him; the otter did his best to ignore how the taller, ruggedly handsome and well-dressed rabbit was encroaching on his personal space, teasingly hanging just out of reach--instead, he focused on himself and how he was dressed. The suit made him feel elevated, stylish, unique in a way that he hadn't felt before...and he couldn't stop grinning at the sight of himself in it. "I really like it, I think it works."

"Don't feel the need to try anything else?" Luka asked, stepping back from Austin to give him some space again.

The otter shook his head. "I think this is the one..." He glanced over at Kane and saw the polar bear's approving gaze. "What do you think?"

"You wear it really well; that blue is perfect on you. And if you like it, I like it," Kane replied simply but sincerely. He grunted as he pushed himself up from the armchair. "But I think it's missing something to boost it that last little bit...just a little..." Kane looked around and saw the nearby table of ties and pocket squares. He sauntered over to it as he continued, "...dash of color..."

"I thought you weren't going to make me wear a tie," Austin noted, watching the polar bear's reflection in the mirror.

"No, not a tie," Kane replied thoughtfully while he searched through the colorful accessories. "But maybe...ah, maybe this!"

Austin saw the older man select one of the pocket squares from the table, and Kane strode back over, now to stand between the boy and the mirror--even though Austin was standing on the platform, Kane still towered over him, and the polar bear grinned down at him while he used his fingers to stuff the folded, sage green, paisley patterned piece of silk into his suit's breast pocket.

Austin's breath caught in his throat for a moment; it was almost intimate how Kane pushed the cloth into his pocket and made a few minor adjustments--sure, there were only a few millimeters of space between them, and there was the parental aspect at play; Austin got a sudden vision of Kane helping him get dressed for his high school prom, a father making sure his son looked as good as possible. But there was something more than that, something more intent, focused, affectionate...possessive, even. Kane was an artist at work, lovingly putting the finishing touches on his--and only his--prized sculpture before declaring himself satisfied...and Austin's gut quivered excitedly at the notion that he was the sole focus of his surrogate father's attention and pride.

Kane pulled one of the corners of the pocket square up, patted it, and then stepped to the side, allowing Austin to look at himself in the mirror again.

The pocket square drew his eye--even though the green was muted in tone, it simultaneously popped out from the field of navy blue and complemented it. And even though it was only a small decorative element, Austin felt somehow even more enhanced with it, more like he was wearing something truly customized for him and him alone. For one wild moment, the otter could even imagine himself on the cover of a magazine somewhere, confidently showcasing the latest styles of menswear...before the scene in his mind suddenly changed to dancing with Kane in front of a fountain in a display of unbridled delight.

"Absolutely...perfect," Kane mused as he gazed into the mirror with Austin. But he wasn't looking at the pocket square, nor was he looking at the suit; he was looking directly into Austin's hazel eyes, his expression a mix of carnal hunger, romantic affection, and paternal pride.


"Alright kiddo, got enough energy for a couple more stops?" Kane asked as he and Austin got back into the L9.

"I think so, with the power of tacos," Austin grunted as he settled into the passenger seat.

"The power of tacos cannot be denied nor contained," Kane playfully quipped while he put the car in gear.

"Fear me, for I have been blessed by glorious tacos!"

Kane pulled out of the parking lot in front of Taco Del Monte and began driving west on Sirena Boulevard, the windows down and pop music playing softly on the car's stereo.

Austin's suit and shirt were in a vinyl Weston Forte-branded garment bag and hung from the hook in the trunk along with Kane's own suit. After the polar bear had purchased the otter's clothes (for an amount that Kane had refused to divulge to Austin), the two of them had meandered through the Riverside shopping district, acting like tourists and window shopping while they strolled by the San Lianos river. Kane had offered to buy Austin a few commemorative knickknacks from some of the gift shops, but the otter had refused each time, saying that the suit Kane just bought for him was more than enough of a souvenir.

From Riverside, Kane took Austin on a scenic driving tour around some of the major hotspots of Las Positas. Their first stop had been for a stroll through Merosa Park, a beautiful 600-acre greenspace that was notable for being a plot of land that owned itself.

"So, how can land own itself?" Austin had asked curiously as he and Kane had walked along the paved path that led to the center of the park, which was abuzz with activity--hundreds of people were out sunning themselves, playing volleyball, walking their dogs, reading under the shade of the huge trees, running, watching their kids on the playgrounds, flying kites, and doing even more to take advantage of the bright and clear summer day.

"Well, back in the 1800s, there was Veronica Merosa, whose family owned the land before it eventually came to her," Kane had recounted while he languidly ambled next to the otter--the two of them had unintentionally begun holding hands a little ways back, and neither of them really thought to let go; there were plenty of couples around doing the same thing, and Austin had been honestly content to let his smaller paw to get swallowed up by Kane's larger mitt. "Her family was well-to-do enough, and they actually owned a plantation, but they were struggling, so her parents arranged for her to marry a mining baron--or he might've been a railroad tycoon, now that I think about it. Anyway, part of her dowry was going to be this parcel of land, but legally it was set up in a way that she had to take ownership of it before she could give it to her husband when they got married. Veronica had grown up with the land and it had been in her family for generations before, so it had a lot of sentimental value to her, and her future husband was planning to either mine it or turn it into a railroad depot. So, as soon as she got the land rights for her dowry, she turned the land into its own legal entity and deeded the land to itself to keep it protected. Then a trust was set up, and now it's been turned into a public park that still technically owns itself."

"What happened to her?" Austin had asked. In the distance he could see the giant fountain that he and Kane were walking towards--fish were spouting water from their mouths and a lioness stood on a column in the center and was surrounded by a flock of eagles in mid-flight. The lioness held a scepter that she pointed up to the sky, where more water sprayed from the tip of the rod and splashed back down into the pool at the base of the fountain.

"She still got married."

"Even without the land as her dowry?"

"Yeah, her husband was still forced into marrying her; his family couldn't take the shame of having his engagement fall through, I think," Kane had replied. "So, two people who didn't want to marry each other, and they got off to a bumpy start by not having the land...and then it turns out the husband was a drunk and got pretty violent."

"Oh damn."

"Yeah, Veronica didn't have a great life with him--he ended up killing her."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. That was after he forced her to have a kid, too; that's Lohnega, in the fountain up ahead." Kane had pointed at the lioness in the fountain. "She died when she was a baby, but Veronica designed the fountain in memory of her, imagining what she would have been like if she'd grown up. I don't think the city started building it until the 1940s when they found Veronica's designs in the historical archives."

Austin had looked up at Kane, impressed that the polar bear could share such details at the drop of a hat like that. "Dang, that's sad...but how did you know all that?"

Kane had shrugged and grinned. "I'm a dad...we like history and documentaries."

"Apparently."

"Too nerdy for you, kiddo?"

"Heh, nah...actually being brainy like that is kinda sexy, not gonna lie."

Kane had squeezed Austin's hand in his own. "Well, I'll try not to get too brainy for you, wouldn't want to get you riled up so much that you're walking around with a stiffy."

"If you keep teasing me, I'm going to end up with one anyway."

"Naughty boy," Kane had growled playfully.

From Merosa Park, Kane had driven past the Coranti Power stadium, the home field of the Las Positas Rams football team.

"Three-time winners of the national championship, if that kind of thing interests you," Kane had called over the wind that blew through the open windows of the L5 as they drove by the stadium.

"Not really," Austin had called back with a rueful smile. However, he did appreciate seeing the Las Positas downtown skyline from this angle.

"I figured--it's on the way to more interesting things, though!"

Kane had been right; Austin found the Sorensen Conservatory and Las Positas Gallery of Fine Art infinitely more interesting than the stadium drive-by. The Sorensen Conservatory was an enormous, glass walled structure that housed the botanical gardens, and the polar bear and otter spent a good hour and a half strolling from the tropical rainforest environment to the desert room, from the water gardens to the butterfly room, and more. Austin lost count of how many plants that Kane had pointed out--it seemed that in addition to being a history buff, the polar bear had a green thumb. However, the Las Positas Gallery of Fine Art was the otter's time to shine; Kane listened attentively to Austin's mini-lectures on the impressionist style of Paverian, the cubist style of GeSalt, and the different architectural principles present in Swain's legendary miniatures.

"It's incredible to see how he actually used lighting as a structural element when designing the layout for each miniature," Austin had marveled, pointing out the frame of light that defined a space in the tiny courtyard that he and Kane were examining.

By the time Austin and Kane exited the art gallery, they were moving sluggishly and both of their stomachs were growling hungrily.

"Food?" Austin had asked on the way back to Kane's car.

"I've got just the place," Kane had replied.

Which took them to Taco Del Monte, a little hole in the wall taco shop in the south side of town, just off of Sirena Boulevard.

Austin hadn't been too sure about the restaurant's rundown exterior at first--an abandoned truck on cinderblocks sat in the parking lot that was littered with trash, there was visible grime on the building's walls, and the neon beer signs in the windows flickered feebly. But all the otter's doubts disappeared as soon as he stepped inside and smelled the heavenly aromas emanating from the kitchen: chicken and steak on the grill, cilantro and garlic, chili and cumin, lime and salt--all of it made Austin's mouth water immediately. He also saw that the interior of Taco Del Monte was a stark contrast of its exterior, with clean plaster walls and polished wood floors, while pictures of coatimundis--all from the same family--lined the walls along with clippings from newspaper articles dating back at least 50 years. It was a small restaurant, with enough room for just six tables, and all but one of them was occupied with people happily chowing down on their tacos and chips and salsa. Clearly, this was a local institution.

After gobbling down a couple tacos apiece--steak and poblanos on corn tortillas for Kane, shrimp with shishito peppers on squid ink tortillas for Austin--to tide themselves over until dinner, the polar bear and the otter got a second wind, feeling rejuvenated enough to carry on with their tour of Las Positas, which brought them to Kane presently driving west on Sirena Boulevard.

"So, where are we headed now?" Austin asked.

"The West Cruz district," Kane replied, checking his rental's GPS for the next turn he needed to take.

"And what's in the West Cruz district?"

"Just a spot where we can go on a little shopping spree. I think you're really going to enjoy it."

"It's not another suit fitting, is it?"

"No, but there's going to be some fitting involved...especially because I'm going to need your help finding some underwear."

Austin started in his seat, excited. "Ooooh, it's that kind of shopping spree?"

The polar bear grinned. "Maybe...just be a good boy and be patient."

Austin wanted to ask more about the shop that Kane was taking them to, but he had a hunch the polar bear would do his best to give the bare minimum of cryptic answers. So the otter contented himself by watching the changing scenery as Kane drove onward; there were strip malls and more restaurants, before Kane turned and passed by a couple schools and rows of houses, which eventually gave way to bars, cafes, boutiques, storefronts, and the occasional theater...and then Austin saw the giant pride flag hanging from a concert hall and the long rainbow painted on the street, which began at the intersection of Cruz Avenue and Kingston Street and stretched for five blocks.

"Whoa."

"Heh, welcome to West Cruz," Kane snickered as he drove along the rainbow.

More pride flags hung from the storefronts they passed; Austin saw bars with suggestive names like Rail Yard and Back Door; a bookshop prominently displayed a poster for what was clearly an erotic novel in its window; men walked hand-in-hand with men, women with women, and Austin saw plenty of androgynous people in between; a raccoon wearing only a pair of leather shorts and a neon green pup hood crossed the street in front of Kane's car, and farther up ahead was a drag queen taking selfies with a small crowd on the corner; a neighborhood clinic had hung a sign from their awning to promote STI testing and safe sex; posters in shop windows advertised a major block party featuring go-go dancers and a shirtless DJ; and Austin snorted delightedly when he saw the sign for Big Nuts, a doughnut shop--on the sign was a nude panther holding a tray of doughnuts suggestively in front of his groin.

"Think we can get a Big Nut after we're done shopping?" Austin asked, nodding at the sign.

"Might want to wait for a Big Nut until after dinner," Kane chuckled back at him.

The polar bear turned the car down a side street and parallel parked, and he and Austin got out to walk back up the block to Cruz Avenue. They turned left and walked past a few more storefronts and restaurants, before--

"And here we are!" Kane announced.

Austin stopped next to Kane in front of the shop--a wooden sign hanging from above the doorway was emblazoned with a stylized fox wearing a pair of underwear and handcuffs beside the name "X-Otico". The otter looked at the mannequins in the display window, although unlike the ones at Weston Forte, these wore an assortment of jockstraps, thongs, and booty shorts while their upper bodies were adorned with harnesses, mesh tank tops, and leather vests. One of the mannequins had been set up in a sling hanging from the ceiling of the display, and Austin's gaze lingered on another mannequin decked out in a black full-body rubber suit and tied up with bright pink rope in an intricate pattern of knots.

"Hmm...I'd be curious to try out," Austin said, gesturing at the mannequin in rubber and shibari.

"Maybe something for the future," Kane said teasingly before, like he had done for Austin at Weston Forte, he grabbed the door handle and pulled; the bell above the door tinkled as Kane opened it. "After you."

As soon as Austin stepped in, he felt like he'd stepped into a radically alternate reflection of Weston Forte. Instead of smooth jazz, electronic dance music was thumping at a low volume on the speakers around the store; there were racks filled with nothing but different styles of underwear, swimsuits, wrestling singlets, and harnesses; Austin saw that there was an entire section devoted to rubber, neoprene, and leather attire, from vests and chaps to aprons and gimp suits. Where Westin Forte's walls had been decorated with shiplap and metal accents, X-Otico's walls were a mix of exposed brick and smooth black paint, illuminated by multi-colored neon lights which also lit up the display cases full of dildos, penis pumps, chains, ropes, electro-stim toys, whips, paddles, and more. Wall-mounted TV screens cycled through photos of men in various states of undress, and while Weston Forte had smelled faintly of cedar, Austin was now catching a strong whiff of rich caramel, salt, and the hint of musky body odor.

Austin grinned excitedly as he kept looking around like a kid in a candy shop, unsure of where to start while Kane entered the store behind him.

"Ta-da," Kane said softly, putting a hand on Austin's shoulder to get the otter out of his reverie. "What do you think?"

"Okay, this is my kind of store," Austin guffawed.

"Heh, I thought you'd like it. Come on, let's see what we can find."

The polar bear began pulling the otter along with him as they walked towards one of the racks of underwear--Austin saw so many jockstraps on that single rack alone that he was almost overwhelmed by the amount of options. At the same time, a short, scruffy, and husky capybara carrying a large box turned the corner from a hallway towards the rear of the shop.

"Hey guys, welcome!" the capybara called as he carried the box to the checkout desk. Numerous studs and rings hung from his pierced ears, and he wore a black sleeveless shirt with a rainbow on it and a pair of denim shorts. "We've got our summer doorbuster sale going on; buy two pairs of underwear with a green tag, get a third for free. And there's more stuff in the back along with the fitting rooms."

"Ah great, thank you!" Kane replied genially while Austin stared wide-eyed at all the underwear hanging from the rack--the different styles of jockstraps, thongs, and boxer briefs had captivated his attention more.

"No prob, just let me know if you need anything or have any questions," the capybara said as he set the box of merchandise on the counter. "Oh! We've also got a session going on in the back studio; they're fine if you want to poke your heads in for a look, though."

That was enough to distract Austin from the underwear in front of him, and his eyebrows rose with interest. "Back studio?" he asked Kane.

Kane smirked deviously, and then pointed at the wall behind Austin; the otter turned to look, where he saw a bulletin board littered with posters, including one branded with X-Otico's logo that read "Need somewhere to film that money shot? Book X-Otico's studio to make the best porno of your life!"

"They...you can shoot porn here?" Austin asked, surprised.

"Yep--want to go take a look at the one they're doing now?" Kane asked temptingly.

The otter's heart raced in his chest. "Y-yeah!"

He followed Kane deeper into the store--they padded across the sealed concrete floor and past the additional racks of jockstraps and stockings, to the hallway that led to the back of the shop; thousands of erotic stickers and posters had been plastered onto the corridor's walls, and they glowed a dull green under the neon lights overhead. When Austin and Kane turned the corner and emerged from the other end of the hallway, they entered another room that made Austin's eyes widen even more as he saw the veritable treasure trove of fetish gear--shelves upon shelves contained pup hoods and tail plugs, ball stretchers and cock rings, medical instruments, gags, catheters and urethral sounding rods, floggers, restraints of all kinds, straightjackets and suspension gear, chastity cages and blindfolds, and so much more.

"Oh wow..."

"Heh, we'll take a closer look afterward. Come on, kiddo."

Kane led the way toward the back wall, where there were two doorways; the one on the left bore a neon sign for "Fitting Rooms", while the doorway on the right was marked by a neon sign for "Studio". As the polar bear and the otter walked past the shelves of merchandise, Austin couldn't help but let his gaze wander. He saw a collection of canes and riding crops, a variety of ball crushing apparatuses, a selection of chastity cages and lockable leather mitts, and...

"Hypnosis?" Austin came to a halt, unable to look away from the box he'd just seen: The label read "Doc Smith's Hypno Kit", and a tiger in bondage gear was wearing a pair of goggles and headphones--psychedelic spirals had been superimposed in front of the tiger's eyes, and drool dripped from his open mouth. "Does...this doesn't actually work, does it?"

"Hm? Oh..." Kane grinned deviously when he saw the box that Austin was referring to. "Heh, I've used one of those before."

"And it actually worked?"

The polar bear nodded. "Mmhmm."

"No way...did someone else use it on you, or were you hypnotizing them?" Austin asked, intrigued.

"I was the one hypnotizing them--cute guy, real kinky, he'd been curious to get zonked out like that."

"And you really got him to do anything you wanted?"

"Yep."

"What'd you make him do?"

Kane chuckled. "Things that someone who wasn't hypnotized definitely wouldn't do."

Austin looked at Kane curiously, trying to prompt him to divulge more, but the polar bear merely patted the otter's shoulder and pulled him away from the shelf. "Come on, we're missing the show in the studio."

Austin let the older man lead him away from the hypnosis kit and trailed in his wake. "Now I reeeaally want to know what you made that guy do."

"Heh, if you don't behave I might use that kit on you so you can find out for yourself," Kane teased.

"Hmm...guess I'll just have to be more naughty then," Austin said as he reached forward and pinched Kane's ass.

"Ooh! Hehe, careful boy," the polar bear growled playfully; he swung around and grabbed Austin by the shoulder, roughly taking the otter under his arm and marching him alongside him as they made their way to the doorway on the right.

Kane and Austin stepped through the door and walked down the short hallway that led past the doors to the storage room and bathrooms, and ended with a closed black door with a metal sign on it that read "Studio". The dance music emanating from behind the door was louder than what was playing in the main shop--Austin could hear the muffled, pounding bassline through the door, and the otter was almost giddy with anticipation at what could be going on in the studio.

Kane opened the door...to reveal a dark red curtain hanging just inside the doorway, providing an extra barrier between the studio and the hallway. But from beyond the curtain, and over the now-unmuffled, pumping dance music that was playing within the studio, Austin could hear the rhythmic rattle of chains and...

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Glulk! Glulk! Glulk! Glulk! Glulk! Glulk!

"Ungh! Ungh! Yeah! Hrrrrngh...fuck yeah, take it...fuckin' take it..."

"Unf! Shit, keep--mmf--going...slut loves you filling his throat like that, dude!"

Austin's gut flipped excitedly at the obvious sounds of sex. He glanced up at Kane, as if asking for permission--the polar bear smiled down at him and nodded, then raised a hand...and pushed the curtain aside enough for the both of them to look through and poke their heads into the room.

The studio was as large as the living room in Austin's hotel suite, and it was styled like the rest of the shop--sealed concrete floors, exposed brick and black drywall, and neon lights providing illumination in addition to those overhead. Metal gym lockers stood by the far wall, and there were quite a few pieces of furniture (including fuck benches, X-crosses, a low sofa, an inversion table, a couple workout benches, a pommel horse, and a massage table) grouped by the lockers so they were out of the way of the recording space, which had been bordered by three wolves and a puma manning their respective cameras to capture the action.

And there, at the center of attention for all four camera angles, on his back and in a sling hanging from the ceiling, was a heavyset, blindfolded, black bull suspended between a muscular Great Dane and a beefy alligator.

The bull's wrists and ankles were secured in cuffs that also hung from the ceiling, and the Great Dane was rapidly plunging his engorged cock--fully-inflated knot and all--in and out of the bovine's loosened doughnut of a hole. The rim of the bull's ass was swollen and puffy, obviously the result of hours of toy play, fucking, and fisting, and lube dribbled freely from it while his sphincter slickly opened around the Great Dane's bulbous, glistening shaft and softball-sized knot with a loud schlop-schlop-schlop. The sweaty canine slammed his hips into his costar's rump and his balls swung up against the underside of the leather sling, and the Great Dane held onto the bull's thick legs for support and leverage as he kept plowing the man's ass.

At the other end of the bull, the hefty alligator's scales were misty with a light sheen of sweat, and he was holding onto the bovine's horns like a pair of handles while he pumped his cock in and out of his colleague's mouth, facefucking the bull with gusto. Austin could see the bull's throat bulge around the solid shaft that dipped down into his esophagus before the alligator withdrew...and then the bull's neck expanded again when the reptile thrust back into his gullet. Globs of drool welled up around the alligator's cock and dripped along the bull's face and neck before falling to the floor.

As for the blindfolded bull himself, Austin saw him writhing in ecstasy not only from being so thoroughly spit-roasted by the Great Dane and the alligator, but also from the clamps that had been attached to his nipples, the girthy sounding rod that had been shoved into his urethra, and the vibrator that had been strapped to his throbbing, rock-hard erection. The chain connecting the bull's nipple clamps shook and jangled with the bovine's squirming, and the sounding rod stretched his meatus wide open, while three inches of blunt metal still protruded from the bull's urethra. The vibrator--a small, pink, bullet-shaped device--was positioned just under the bull's glans, right on top of his frenulum, and it buzzed so hard that precum was oozing up around the sounding rod and trickling down the bull's shaft.

Austin could only imagine the torturous bliss that was wracking the bull's nerves--he was unable to see anything, only able to guess at what his co-stars were doing to him, fulfilling his purpose of being nothing more than a hole for the alligator and Great Dane to fill...

The otter's own cock stirred in his underwear as he watched, and he licked his lips, practically salivating over the sight of the bull in agonizing pleasure while he envisioned himself in the sling instead, his body being used by the Great Dane and the alligator...or by Kane and another bear...

The gray wolf and black wolf kept their cameras stationary while the puma and the white wolf moved around with their cameras for close-up shots. The Great Dane and alligator didn't look like they were stopping or slowing down anytime soon; as the camera crew recorded them, they kept up the pace of their thrusting and indulged in more dirty talk.

"Unf! Unf! Unf!" the Great Dane grunted as he kept powerfully fucking the bull's ass.

"Damn...this bitch's throat is gooooood," the alligator growled while still gripping the bull's horns.

"Yoooo, forget his throat...mmm, fuuuck, that hole's all loose and sloppy," the Great Dane huffed. He glared down at the writhing bull while he continued thrusting in and out him. "You like being filled up from both ends, slut?"

"Glulk-mmmm-glugluglugulk!" The bull's stomach and chest rapidly expanded and contracted as he panted and groaned in pleasure around the alligator's cock being stuffed into his mouth.

"Hell yeah, bottom bitch like this lives for cock," the alligator rumbled.

"Shit yeah...I can--mmf--feel how much he loves getting opened up...yo, let's open that cockhole some more, too," the Great Dane snickered. He reached forward and, while still thrusting his hips back and forth against the firm ass in the sling, used a finger to push the sounding rod deeper into the bull's urethra.

"Mmm-glulk-mmm!" the bull moaned.

Austin watched the steel rod slide further into the bull's cock, disappearing centimeter by centimeter; the otter's cock began to chub in his underwear as he imagined feeling the sounding rod in his own plumbing, stretching him open as it went deeper. The bull trembled violently in his sling and squirmed, but the cuffs around his wrists and ankles prevented him from going anywhere.

"Fuck, look at that hungry dick swallowing that rod," the Great Dane grunted lewdly while the white wolf stepped in with his camera for a closer view. "Bet you fuckin' love that, don't you, bitch?"

"Hmmmmf!" the bull moaned pleasurably again as the Great Dane forced the intrusive metal column deeper, making his cock devour the sounding rod...until it vanished completely into his thick, throbbing shaft, and the tip of the Great Dane's finger met the bull's glans. "Mmmm! Glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-hmmmm!"

"Oooh shit, yeah, he's into that," the alligator observed while still pumping into the bull's mouth. "Fucker's swallowing around my dick...that's a good, hungry cocksucker..."

The Great Dane was relentless in his assault on the bull's ass. "Fuckin' ay, you should feel him trying to clench on me...oh shit, you really want me to breed you, huh?"

"Mmmmm!"

"Fuck yeah...gonna load you up good, cumslut..."

Austin and Kane lingered on the threshold, still peeking through the curtain while the Great Dane and alligator kept working over the bull between them. Austin was at a semi by now and his hand had drifted down to his crotch, while Kane had rested his free hand on the otter's backside, cupping his ass while he used his other hand to keep the curtain partly open.

"Mmm, what do you think so far?" Kane asked, his voice low in Austin's ear.

"Oh...fuck, this is hot," Austin murmured softly, unable to take his eyes off the scene unfolding in the studio.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

"You like watching like this while they're fucking that bull?"

"Mmhmm."

Kane chuckled. "Good boy...you wish that you were the one getting spitroasted like that?"

"Uh-huuuh."

"Heh, that's my boy...you ever want to get filmed like that?"

The otter looked at the wolves and puma recording the action...then shrugged. "Maybe...don't know if I'd want it going public, though..."

The polar bear snickered. "I don't know, kiddo, I think you'd do pretty well as a porn star...if architecture doesn't work out for you..."

Austin smirked. "Would you film with me?" he asked as he started lightly rubbing himself through his shorts while he continued watching the trio going at it.

"Absolutely."

The two of them stayed put for a while longer, simply watching the alligator and Great Dane plunge in and out of the bull's mouth and ass respectively while the vibrator strapped to the bull's member teased him even further. In addition to the alligator and Great Dane's groans and growls of pleasure, the bull whimpered, moaned, and gagged around the alligator's cock in his mouth, while his ass made a cacophony of sloppy glorp-schlorp-schlop-glorks as the Great Dane shoved his knotted cock in and dragged it out of him again and again.

"Shiiiit...I'm not gonna last too long," the Great Dane eventually huffed--his whole body was damp with sweat, and he was panting hard, but Austin couldn't tell if the canine was genuinely getting close to the edge or if he was simply acting for the camera.

"Heh, wanna--mmf--trade for sloppy seconds?" the alligator grunted.

"Shit yeah, man," the Great Dane panted. "Especially after...hooo, after you've been opening his throat like that--I wanna see him swallow my knot."

Austin grinned at the thought of the canine's knot sinking into the bull's throat, and as he reached into his shorts to rub his stiffening cock through his underwear, his arm pushed against the curtain in the doorway, rustling the fabric.

The movement of the curtain was enough to catch the alligator's peripheral vision, and he lazily glanced over at the doorway--when he saw Austin and Kane standing there, the alligator grinned widely. "Ooohooo, looks like we got an audience, man."

The puma turned with his camera to get a shot of the otter and the polar bear: Austin was frozen with his hand clearly in his pants, his palm cupping his cock and balls, while Kane kept the curtain open with one hand and rested his other paw on the otter's butt. Austin's heart was pounding in his ears...but not out of embarrassment at having been caught, or the fact that he was on camera.

The Great Dane perked up while his hips still slapped against the bull's backside; as his cock pistoned in and out of the bovine's ass, the canine looked over at Austin and Kane with a cocky, though seductive, leer on his face. "Yo, enjoying the show, guys?"

Without consciously meaning to, Austin spoke up. "Oh yeah, loving it!" he chirped.

"Yeah? You having a good time watching us pound this slut?" the canine asked lustfully.

"Uh-huh...it's really, really hot." Austin couldn't stop himself as the words tumbled out while he kept his hand in his shorts.

The Great Dane's smile grew wider while he continued fucking the bull, almost casually now. "Mmmm, want me to breed you next, cutie? You look like you could use some dog cock...bet your hole would be perfect for my fat knot, too."

Austin's ass quivered at the thought of the Great Dane's giant knot plopping into him. He wanted to say yes, he wanted to trot over and give himself to the Great Dane right then and there, to let the large canine rail him into next month for the camera, and to show Kane what a good slut he could be...Austin opened his mouth, not thinking clearly, but before he could reply--

"Heh, thanks, but the kid's spoken for already," Kane cut in, his tone friendly while he squeezed Austin's ass possessively.

The Great Dane nodded and winked, understanding. "Yo, I gotcha--get it, big Daddy!"

"Oh, I will," Kane snickered as the alligator and Great Dane turned their attention back to the bull between them. He began pulling on Austin's butt, dragging the otter backwards away from the door while he let the curtain fall back into place. "In the meantime, you and I have some shopping to do," he said to Austin as he closed the studio door.

"I...oh...aw, I wanted to watch some more," Austin pouted as he pulled his hand out of his shorts.

"I think you wanted to do more than just watch, by the look of it," Kane chuckled with a glance at the bulge in the otter's crotch.

"Maybe...you were enjoying it too, though," Austin said with an appreciative look at the bulge in Kane's own shorts--the polar bear was sporting a semi.

"Heh, true," Kane conceded as he began leading Austin up the hallway back to the shop's fetish gear section. "And don't get me wrong, I'd love to see you get pounded by that guy--I can just imagine what your ass would look like with his knot in it," the polar bear growled in a way that made Austin's spine tingle. "But we came here to get a few things--Daddy needs some underwear, after all."

It was like a switch had flipped in the otter's brain; Austin remembered himself and why he and Kane were here in the first place. "Even though you look better without it?" he asked cheekily.

The polar bear laughed as he and the otter strode past the shelves of ball gags and leather gloves. "Yeah, even though I look better without it. Plus," he added, stopping just before the entrance to the hallway connecting back to the front of the shop, "before you get fucked by a guy like that, you need to get your cherry popped right."

Austin's eyebrows rose, a little taken aback--he'd almost forgotten that Kane knew he'd never been fucked before. He looked up at the polar bear; Kane was looking down at him with a warm sincerity in his eyes, and he put his hands on Austin's shoulders to keep him close, to connect with him.

"I hope you don't feel like I was talking for you back there, that's not what I...well, I had a feeling you wanted to get in there--you're young, easy to get hooked into something like that--not that I'm calling you easy or anything, but...look, I'm sure that guy back in the studio can have his gentle moments," the older man went on, "but someone who's used to performing for the camera like that...nothing against him, but he's going to get rougher than you can handle and smash you so hard you'll be walking funny for a week. Speaking from experience, when you're just starting out, you really need someone to be a little more tender, kiddo."

Kane smiled and absently rubbed his thumbs on the boy's collarbone as he continued, "Depending on how you look at it, your first time can be the most special moment of your life--it's a level of vulnerability and intimacy that you haven't experienced before, and it should be with someone you can trust to do right by you...not someone who's just going to shove into you and dump a load without thinking about what you like. Yeah, that can be hot under the right circumstances, but for you, for your first, it should be someone who will take his time with you...and then help you work up to the point where you can comfortably get your brains fucked out," he added with a playful smile. "Make sense?"

Austin's heart fluttered when he heard Kane say that--yes, the polar bear's advice was unsolicited, but it was what he needed, it brought the otter back to reality.

When he'd been watching the Great Dane fucking the bull in the studio, Austin had been imagining himself in a similar situation, in a porno, able to take anything and get hollowed out by the biggest dick imagineable before getting filled with a torrent of cum...when really, he was just a kid, an amateur who had no experience with anal beyond using his butt plug and fingers (and Kane's finger when the polar bear had blown him yesterday). He wouldn't have been able to take more than half of the Great Dane's dick, let alone the canine's fully inflated knot...it was good that Kane had intervened, Austin needed that older and wiser man to step in before he got himself into trouble. Kane was someone who had his best interests at heart, and...

And perhaps on a more emotionally basic, but necessarily satisfying, level was that it was just...well, sweet and even mildly romantic of the polar bear to treat his virginity like a fragile commodity--to treat him, Austin, like something special. Kane wouldn't be saying any of this if the otter weren't somehow precious to him...and Kane wasn't being sanctimonious about Austin's virginity, but pointing out that if he truly wanted to enjoy the experience and create a memory he could cherish, then giving his virginity to another man was something to be handled with care and respect.

"Yeah, it does...I hadn't really thought of it that way," Austin replied contemplatively. He looked up gratefully at Kane as he added, "Thanks for looking out for me, Dad."

The polar bear's smile turned from playful to sentimental, and a subtly joyful gleam sparked in his eyes. "Of course, son...you're my kid, I want to make sure you're taken care of. Now," he continued, his tone businesslike as he took Austin under his arm and started back up the hallway to the front of the main shop, "let's go find some underwear!"

When Austin and Kane returned to the front of the shop, the polar bear picked up a small wire basket from the stack next to the front counter--the capybara behind the counter was busy folding and organizing black shirts with the X-Otico logo on them. With the shopping basket in hand, Kane guided Austin around to some of the different racks before homing in on the rack exclusively for Andre Carter underwear.

"What do you think about these?" Kane asked, showing Austin a pair of green briefs with a botanical print on them.

"Hmm, not bad...but what about these instead?" Austin held up a skimpy, sky blue thong.

"Heh, that would probably look better on you than on me...oooh, I like this, though," the polar bear added, showing the otter a black jockstrap with a pastel rainbow gradient on the pouch.

The two of them perused the racks, alternating between finding underwear for Kane and figuring out what would look good on Austin. They circulated around the front of the shop, picking out jockstraps, briefs, and thongs of various styles and amassing a small pile in Kane's basket. There were so many options to go through and so many discussions about preferences and cost savings (Kane was determined to make the most of X-Otico's doorbuster sale), that by the time half an hour had come and gone, Austin had five pairs of underwear for himself while Kane had found 10 that he liked and wanted to try on.

"Now where to?" Austin asked.

"Well, I was thinking we could try these on together," Kane said, holding up the small basket of underwear, "but I also want to see what you think about a few more items from the back."

"Oooh, then shall we head that way?" Austin asked eagerly, making for the hallway that led to the rear of the store.

"Ah-ah, hang on, kiddo," Kane said, grabbing his hand and stopping the otter in his tracks. "There's a lot of stuff back there--I was thinking...why don't you wait for me in one of the fitting rooms while I pick out some things for you to check out?"

Austin paused, processing for a moment, before he realized what Kane was ultimately wanting to do. "Ooooh, I see, you want to surprise me," he said smugly.

Kane chuckled. "Maybe just a little...what do you think?"

The otter nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, that'd be fun! Should I give you any preferences or--"

"No, I think I've got a good idea of what you might enjoy trying out," Kane said confidently as he allowed Austin to lead the way to the back of the store.

"Alright...nothing too crazy though, right? At least not at first."

"Heh, you trust me, right?"

Austin nodded as they emerged into the back room once more.

Smack! Kane lightly swatted the otter's ass, sending a jolt up Austin's spine.

"Then get that cute little rudderbutt to a fitting room--I'll meet you in there soon."

"Yes sir!"

Austin did as he was told and left Kane behind to peruse the shelves of fetish gear; the otter walked on by, doing his best to ignore the chastity cages, ball stretchers, and floggers that caught his eye as he passed. He marched for the rear wall, but this time he went through the doorway on the left under the neon sign for "Fitting Rooms", where he saw a row of five cubicles--the two at the far end of the room were closed and currently in use, but the three that were open were large enough to fit three people, and Austin saw that each one came equipped with hooks on the partition walls, a small table and bench, and a floor-length mirror mounted to the backside of the doors, with more neon lights mounted to the exposed brick wall of each cubicle.

The otter stepped into the first cubicle and began to push the door closed--he stopped for a moment when, on the back of the door, he saw a red sign emblazoned with X-Otico's logo and their fitting room policy: "Hey! Feel free to get freaky with our merchandise in the fitting rooms! But if you break it or mark it with your bodily fluids, you buy it!"

The otter smirked, imagining what kind of fun other X-Otico patrons got up to in the fitting rooms...and then he paused again as an idea came to mind. He nodded to himself and pushed the door closed further, but not all the way; he left the cubicle door slightly ajar, and then tugged off his shirt, shorts, and underwear. Now totally naked, Austin hung his clothes from one of the hooks; he allowed the fitting room door to remain slightly open and sat down on the bench, his legs spread to showcase his balls and his flaccid dick, which was already swelling back up to a semi...and he waited, passing the time by simply listening to the music playing on the shop's speakers.

Or at least he thought he was just listening to the music. A couple minutes passed before Austin heard a soft "Mmmmf."

Another minute, and someone--a man, judging by the pitch--sighed contentedly, his voice low. "Aw, fuck, man, just like that."

Austin's eyebrows rose and his back straightened as he sat at attention, trying to hear over the dance music playing in the background. The otter listened intently...and he soon heard a muted "glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk"--he guessed that someone was sucking a dick.

"Mmmmf," the man's voice moaned again.

Whump! Austin flinched at the muffled bang--it sounded like someone had pushed themselves against one of the cubicle walls.

Glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk...

The sounds of a wet mouth sliding back and forth along slick flesh grew louder and more rapid, and Austin's hand drifted to his crotch again as he kept listening--he teasingly played with himself, gently stroking his fingers up and down along his stiffening shaft. He wondered if there were two people in one stall...or, since the last two cubicles were closed, maybe there was a glory hole in the wall between them?

"Fuck, your throat's awesome, man...gonna shoot real soon," the voice murmured needily. "Keep going...yeah, suck that dick, your throat's perfect for it...oh shit, keep your tongue right there..."

Austin absently looked down at the floor, staring into space as he zoned out for a moment, simply stroking himself and listening to the sounds of the blowjob happening at the far end of the room. He wasn't rubbing his cock to get off, simply to enjoy the moment and maybe edge himself a little; he dragged his fingers up and down over his sensitive skin, occasionally squeezing his shaft, in no hurry to shoot his load while he heard the continued glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk of an anonymous throat swallowing an equally anonymous member. Austin didn't pay attention to how much time passed, though it couldn't have been more than another five minutes before...

"Ungh, fuuuuuck!" The man's voice trembled and wheezed as its owner strained to keep it low and controlled. "Oh fuck, man, I'm close..."

"Mmmhmmm!" another voice moaned excitedly.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck-oh fuck-oh fuck, I'm gonna blow, I'm gonna...nnnggh! Huungh! Huungh!" The man grunted and huffed quickly, still trying to stay quiet as he orgasmed.

Austin grinned to himself as he heard the stifled grunts of the man's climax and the satisfied moan of whoever had been blowing him...before the light coming through the space between the ajar cubicle door and the partition wall was suddenly blocked. The otter quickly looked up to see Kane peeping in through the crack in the door, a devious smile on his face.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Kane teased as he pushed the fitting room door open to fully reveal the naked and aroused Austin sitting on the fitting room bench--the otter's hand still rested in his crotch, loosely wrapped around the base of his dick. "I leave you alone for ten minutes and come back to this?" he chided playfully before he tsked and shook his head in mock disbelief. "Naughty, naughty boy..."

The otter released his hold on his cock and smugly smirked at Kane while he leaned back, further exposing himself to the older man. "Well, you were going to surprise me with a few things, I thought you'd enjoy a little surprise of your own, too."

"Heh, you thought right, kiddo...and I love it," Kane growled as he entered the fitting room, his now-full shopping basket in hand. He pulled the door shut behind him and deposited the basket on the small table next to Austin's bench before he leaned down to kiss the otter on the lips.

Austin moaned and gratefully accepted the polar bear's kiss, allowing Kane's tongue to dominantly push into his mouth. Kane huffed and kept his muzzle locked with Austin's while he began undressing, his hands going to work on his shorts, and then his underwear--he pushed them both down until they fell to his ankles, and the polar bear kicked them forward, now leaving him bottomless.

Austin reached forward, placing his hands on Kane's lower stomach, pushing under his shirt and luxuriating in his fur-covered belly, simply reveling in the older man's size and heft. Meanwhile, Kane's large palms tenderly, passionately cupped the sides of the otter's face. The two of them continued kissing for another minute, twisting their tongues together and nibbling each others' lips as they swapped saliva.

Had Austin been paying more attention, he would have heard two cubicle doors swing open and two pairs of footsteps creep past his and Kane's fitting room. But he was fully absorbed with the older man's lips against his own, the polar bear's tongue invading his mouth and Kane's breath and drool mixing with his. His hands began to drift lower, reaching for Kane's groin, where he instinctively knew the blunt battering ram of the polar bear's cock was stiffening to attention, before...

Kane chuckled into Austin's mouth and smooched him on the lips one last time before gently pulling back. "Ah-ah-ah, kiddo, we're going to save that for later," he grunted while he straightened up again, leering down at Austin.

"Aw, do we have to?" Austin asked, gazing pleadingly up at Kane.

The polar bear tugged off his t-shirt--now as naked as the otter, he tossed the garment to the floor, into the pile next to the bench where his shorts and underwear lay. "You mean you'd rather fool around than try on your underwear and the goodies I picked out especially for you?" he asked.

"Yeah, kind of," Austin replied with a meaningful glance at his own arousal to emphasize his desire--the otter's dick was fully erect, stiff as a board and in need of attention.

"Heh, that's your libido talking, kiddo," Kane quipped. "Good thing you're not in charge, we wouldn't get anything done. But now that I think about it..." the polar bear growled now as he reached down to Austin's face.

With his left hand, he held the otter's forehead steady, while he used his right hand to firmly pull down on Austin's chin, forcing the boy's muzzle open to expose his tongue and the inside of his mouth. Kane leaned forward slightly as he pushed on Austin's forehead, tilting the young otter's head back so his open mouth aligned with the polar bear's snout above him. "Maybe I should remind you who's the daddy here," Kane rumbled dangerously before he closed his mouth...and Austin saw the polar bear's jaw and cheeks at work to gather his saliva in his muzzle.

"Aah...aaahh," Austin grunted softly, squirming with anticipation in Kane's vise-like grip on his forehead and chin.

"Ptuh!" Kane spat into Austin's open mouth, the large wad of slimy spit hurtling down like a missile...before it landed on the otter's tongue. Kane immediately clamped Austin's mouth shut again. "Swallow, boy," he commanded.

Austin complied without a moment's hesitation--he gulped obediently, his throat bobbing as he sent the glob of polar bear saliva down the hatch like a shot of whiskey, one that he enjoyed even more than any other liquor.

"Who's in charge here?" Kane asked; he loosened his grip on Austin's chin to allow the boy to speak.

"You are, Daddy," Austin replied humbly.

"Mmhmm...and who do you belong to?"

"You, Daddy."

"That's right. And what are you going to do, son?"

"Whatever you tell me to do, Daddy."

The polar bear grinned, appeased. "Good boy," he said as he released the otter's head. "Now, first I want you to pick out a pair of underwear for Daddy to try on."

"Yes sir!" Austin chirped happily before he dug into the basket that Kane had brought with him.

As the otter searched for a jockstrap that Kane had picked out, he saw more of what the polar bear had added to the basket: There was a small, black and red leather paddle, a tight mesh shirt and a pair of fishnet leggings, a black leather chest harness with neon green piping, a black leather baseball cap, a black leather wrist cuff, a pair of black, fluffy handcuffs, and a thick, two-piece metal ring with bolts set into it that Austin recognized as a weighted ball stretcher, which also came with a hex wrench for the bolts. His heart pumped excitedly at the thought that Kane had chosen all this for him...but Austin forced himself to focus on the task the polar bear had set for him. He took a moment to sort through the underwear choices that Kane had picked out, before he selected a jockstrap that caught his eye.

"I think you'll look really good in this one, Daddy," Austin said, handing over the jockstrap to Kane.

"You do, hmm?" Kane asked, intrigued by Austin's choice. "Well, one way to find out!"

Austin sat on the bench as he watched the burly polar bear step into the waistband of the jockstrap and then pull it up along his legs. Kane took a second to stuff his balls and semi-erect dick into the pouch, stretching fabric, before he pulled the elastic strap for a final adjustment...and then turned to look at himself in the mirror, presenting the nub of his ursine tail and the ample biscuits of his round butt cheeks (framed by the underwear's straps) to Austin as he did so.

The polar bear's white-furred musclegut hung over the front of the jockstrap's deep green waistband. But in Kane's reflection, Austin could still see the resplendent blue, green, purple, and yellow of the peacock feather pattern on the pouch that stretched over the visible topography of the older man's hefty genitals. In fact, Kane's girthy dick and plump balls filled out the jockstrap in such a delectably juicy way, that the otter's mouth began to water.

Of course, Kane noticed the hungry expression on Austin's face in the mirror. "So, I take it these are a 'yes' for you?" he chuckled.

"Hell yes...but what do you think?" Austin quickly asked, remembering that Kane's opinion mattered more in this situation than his own.

The polar bear pursed his lips and turned from side to side, examining his silhouette in the mirror. "Hmm..." he mused thoughtfully to himself as he pushed his thumbs into the waistband, testing the fit further. He also reached down to cup his genitals from the underside before dropping them, experimenting with the jockstrap's support...before he eventually nodded, satisfied. "I like 'em! They fit pretty nicely...and the peacock feather looks really good...stylish..."

"Very stylish," Austin agreed. "It looks awesome on you...and it'll look even better on the floor."

"You just want to see me naked again," Kane teased.

"Yes sir!"

"Heh, silly boy," the polar bear sighed wistfully as he pulled the jockstrap off, freeing his hefty cock and balls once more--they swayed as he stepped out of the jockstrap. "Alright, let's keep these," he said, hanging the garment on one of the fitting room's hooks, "and you can pick another pair for Daddy to try."

"Do you want me to try on anything, too, Daddy?" Austin asked as he pulled out the black and lime green thong Kane had added to the basket.

"Oh no, you're staying naked as the day you were born for me until I say so, kiddo."

Austin obeyed, happy to follow Kane's order and remain undressed while he helped the polar bear refine his picks; while Austin had been nervous about getting aroused while getting measured for his suit at Weston Forte, now that he was in the fitting room with Kane, he felt no shame at all in sporting an erection while the older man tried on underwear in front of him. And as Kane tested the fit of each of the 10 pairs he'd chosen from the racks, Austin spiritedly offered his input and actively listened to Kane's thoughts about each garment, genuinely interested if the polar bear enjoyed what he was wearing. Austin was mostly enthusiastic about Kane's choices, as he thoroughly enjoyed the sight of the burly polar bear in such skimpy and alluring attire, although he agreed with Kane's criticisms when it came to pieces that the polar bear just didn't like or couldn't see himself wearing--there was a pink C-string thong that Kane had tried on as a whim, and both he and Austin laughed when they saw how it looked on the polar bear in the mirror.

"I could've maybe gotten away with it 15 years ago, but not today," Kane had chortled while he tossed the C-string into the reject pile.

Of the 10 pairs of underwear that Kane had initially chosen, he opted to keep six: the peacock jockstrap, a pair of black assless briefs with rainbow paw prints on them, a plain teal thong, a red thong with black stripes on the pouch, a black jockstrap with white geometric patterns, and a pair of forest green briefs with an accentuating pocket for his cock and balls to rest in.

"Alright, kiddo, you're up," Kane said at last, motioning for Austin to stand from the bench.

Austin rose and swapped places with Kane, now being the one to stand in front of the mirror while the once-again nude polar bear settled onto the bench and rooted around in the basket for the otter's underwear options.

"Let's see...ah, why don't you start with these?" Kane instructed, handing Austin the black-and-white checkered jockstrap the otter had picked out earlier.

Austin shimmied into the jockstrap, pulling it up his legs and pushing his balls and erect member into the pouch before he experimentally snapped the straps on his legs and checked out his reflection.

"Hmm...I don't know, they look a little too...retro, I guess," Austin mused. "And it kind of feels like the waistband is too high."

"I think you look pretty cute in them, but I know what you mean," Kane said, nodding. "Not feeling them?"

"Nah, I don't think so," Austin said as he started pushing the jockstrap back down--his cock sprang out of the pouch, and bounced up and down as he stepped out of the underwear. He tossed the jockstrap into the reject pile before he asked, "What's next, Daddy?"

Kane handed the otter another three pairs of underwear and watched him try them on: Austin discarded the cheetah printed thong (he didn't like the way the print looked on him) and the skimpy red G-string (it didn't fit as well as he would have liked), but he did decide to hold onto the pair of assless briefs that were blue with hibiscus flowers printed on them. Throughout the process, Kane did what Austin had done for him, offering the otter his thoughts and critiques while shamelessly ogling the boy's ass and the visible tent in the crotch of every pair of underwear he tried on. Austin giggled when Kane whistled low or sighed "Oooh, Daddy likey", but the polar bear also understood and agreed with the otter's assessment of each piece.

With three pairs of underwear in the reject pile and one hanging on the "keep" hook, Austin was ready to try on the last of the five garments he'd chosen. But Kane spoke up before he could ask for it.

"Alright, boy, turn around for me," Kane instructed. "I think it's time you tried out the stuff I picked."

Austin's heart thumped, and he turned away from the mirror to face Kane--the naked polar bear was already holding up the small mesh shirt for him. "Ooh, never worn one of these before," Austin said as he took the shirt from Kane.

"I think it's going to look real good on you," Kane said confidently. He watched Austin tug it on--the wide weave of the mesh did little more than accentuate the otter's chest and shoulders, and it went no lower than the bottom of his ribcage, leaving his stomach fully exposed.

"Little small, don't you think?" Austin asked, pulling the mesh down as far as it could go.

"Heh, that's the point, son. Looks perfect on you!" Kane replied. "Ah-ah, no, don't look," he quickly added, preventing Austin from turning around to look at himself in the mirror again. "We're not done yet."

"Ooooh, you mean there's a whole look you want me to try?"

"Now you're getting it--next up," Kane continued, holding up the last thong that Austin had selected from the rack: the straps were black while the pouch had been printed with a stylized, negative-colored Eastern dragon breathing fire in eye-catching shades of bright red and orange.

"Saving the best for last, huh?" Austin giggled as he pulled the thong on.

"Exactly--it's my favorite one that you chose."

"Mine too...ooh, and it fits perfectly! Keeps the boys nice and supported," Austin added happily, cupping his balls that were now confined in the polyester pouch.

"And keeps that dragon of yours in check, too," Kane noted, nodding appreciatively at the obvious tent that had been formed by Austin's member--the dragon printed on the pouch stretched with the shape of the otter's cock, but in a way that was still aesthetically pleasing and alluring. "Now, these next," Kane said, holding up the fishnet leggings.

Austin followed the polar bear's direction, pulling on the calf-length tights one leg at a time. As he drew them up along his legs, he found that the tights were both assless and crotchless, allowing his rudder-like tail, his butt, and his thong-clad genitals to hang out. He adjusted the waistband to sit comfortably on his hips and looked down at himself...and smiled, surprised to find that he liked how the fishnets looked on him, at least from this angle.

"What do you think?" Austin asked, looking jubilantly at Kane.

"Love how they look from the front...and they look perfect from the back," Kane added, leaning to the right slightly to catch a glimpse of Austin's ass in the mirror.

"Yeah?" Austin started to turn his head, wanting to look for himself.

"Eyes forward, boy," Kane reminded him with a growl.

"Oh! Right, sorry, Daddy."

"Heh, just have to wait a little longer before you can look. Now, if you would..."

Kane handed Austin the leather gladiator-style harness next. The otter turned it around in his hands, trying to figure out which way he needed to put it on.

"How do I..."

"The buckle goes on the front...yeah, that's it, so your arm goes through there," Kane said as Austin followed his instructions and wriggled into the harness, "and the strap sits on your shoulder like that...and your other arm goes over the chest strap...then you can adjust the strap to make it tighter--perfect! How does it feel?"

Austin rolled his shoulders and twisted his torso from side to side, getting a feel for the harness that now sat on top of the mesh shirt. He looked down to see the leather strap going across his pectorals, accentuating them in a way he'd never seen before, and he enjoyed the additional visual pop of the neon green piping along the edges of the leather. "Oooh...this is nice...yeah, I could get used to this," he said gleefully.

"I thought you'd enjoy that...especially because now I can do this," Kane said as he reached up and grabbed the otter's chest strap. He dragged Austin forward by the harness, pulling the boy in for a quick kiss on the lips, before he pushed back again, maintaining control of the otter the whole time.

"Mmmm, yeah, definite perk of the harness!" Austin said giddily.

"Heh, and now the finishing touches," Kane said, handing Austin the black leather wrist cuff and hat.

The otter donned both accessories quickly, snapping the cuff into place around his wrist and tugging the leather baseball cap on so it sat comfortably on his head. He spread his arms, giving Kane an unobstructed view of himself. "Ta-da! What do you think?"

Kane beamed up at him admiringly, then tilted his head to the side mischievously. "I think you know what I think, but why don't you take a look for yourself now?"

Austin raised his eyebrows, silently asking for permission to turn around--Kane nodded, and the otter turned on the spot to face the mirror.

"Oh...wow," Austin breathed, stunned.

When he had first seen himself wearing his new suit in the fitting room at Weston Forte, Austin had been struck by how the suit made him look sleek, dashing, handsome..."dapper", as Kane had called him. In retrospect, Austin realized that the suit--any well-made suit that was properly measured to fit, really--calmly and confidently projected a suave and covert (or perhaps not-so-covert) sex appeal.

Now he was wearing a radically different kind of suit, one that yelled overt sex appeal, brazenly displaying and highlighting his body's key points of interest, openly inviting--no, compelling--others to come and check him out, to play with him, to use him like a hot little piece of ass...

Oh.

No, not because he was like a hot little piece of ass.

Because he actually was a hot little piece of ass.

He was hot.

Austin grinned at his reflection as if seeing himself for the first time.

And as if giving voice to the otter's mental process, Kane chuckled, "Fuck, Austin, you are seeeeexyyyyy."

The otter eyed himself up and down, taking in his whole outfit from top to bottom. The leather cap on his head, the mesh shirt under the gladiator harness, the leather cuff around his wrist, the dragon-printed thong that stretched to accommodate his arousal, the fishnet leggings...

"Yeah, I am," Austin agreed, speaking without thinking. But he quickly realized how conceited he just sounded, and he abashedly stumbled over, "Sorry, I mean--that sounded so...uh, heh, thanks, Kane."

"Heh, no, it's okay to tell yourself you're sexy," Kane said soothingly. "Give yourself that little confidence boost--just as long as you don't come across as too cocky."

"Right." Austin nodded, understanding.

Kane shifted on the bench--in the mirror, Austin saw the polar bear reach down for his shorts. Kane rummaged in one of his pockets for a moment...and then sat up again when he'd pulled out his phone.

"But when another man says you're sexy," the polar bear went on, holding up his phone to take a picture of Austin, "you don't thank him."

"No?"

"Ah-ah...you need to tease him, get him wanting more. Shake that ass a little, show him what he's missing out on, make him want to bend you over right here and now."

"Oooooh, you mean like this?" Austin swung his hips, raised one hand to his head to expose his armpit, and seductively placed his other hand on his crotch.

Snap!

"Just like that," Kane said as he took a shot on his phone.

"Or this?" Austin raised both of his arms and flexed his biceps, showing off the small packs of lean muscle he'd built.

Snap!

"Or this?" Austin bent over at the waist, demonstrating his flexibility and showcasing his ass for Kane.

Snap!

"You're getting the idea, kiddo...mmm, careful though, if you tease a man too much, he's gonna do something like this," Kane growled as he reached forward while Austin straightened up again. The polar bear's hand wrapped around the backstrap of the otter's harness, and Kane powerfully yanked Austin backwards.

"Whoa!" Austin stumbled back...and landed in Kane's lap.

The polar bear wrapped his arm around the otter's chest, hugging him tightly as he kissed Austin again; with his phone still in hand, Kane raised it...and took a selfie while he made out with the boy. Austin grunted happily into Kane's mouth, pleased that the polar bear was capturing the tender moment. They continued kissing...and Austin grunted again when Kane's hips bucked upward against his backside, and the polar bear growled...no, he snarled, passionately, needily.

Kane's kissing grew more insistent, vigorous, and he dropped his phone on top of his discarded shorts as he began groping Austin; he pulled on the otter's harness again, he pinched Austin's nipple through his mesh shirt, and he kneaded the boy's pecs and firmly patted them as if reaffirming that Austin belonged to him, was his to do with as he pleased. Kane ran his hand down Austin's side, feeling over the texture of the mesh shirt on top of his fur, and he rubbed along his exposed stomach...until he reached the otter's groin. The polar bear's large paw smothered Austin's cock and balls, methodically squeezing them and teasing the otter, making Austin huff into his mouth.

For his part, Austin twisted slightly while still sitting in Kane's lap--he reached down with his free hand, trailing along Kane's rapidly expanding and contracting stomach, to the tip of the bear's cock that was pulsating against his back. Austin tantalizingly placed his hand on top of Kane's cockhead, feeling the throbbing shaft, relishing the soft, fleshy texture of his foreskin...before he pushed a finger inside and swirled it around Kane's glans, already feeling trace amounts of pre oozing out of the polar bear's urethra.

"Hrrrrrf," Kane growled throatily into Austin's muzzle, saliva flowing freely from the polar bear's mouth into the otter's. He pulled Austin even more closely against his chest and stomach, as if trying to envelope the otter within his body...before he drew his head back, breaking the kiss and glaring at Austin with fiery lust in his eyes. "Fuck, boy, I could take you right here and now," he rumbled.

"Mmm...you want me bad, don't you?"

"You have no idea...and I know how bad you want me," Kane murmured, reaching down to Austin's crotch and fondling the otter's rock-hard arousal through his thong.

"Aahh-mm...oh yeah..."

"Mmm, you want Daddy to have his way with you."

"Yes pleeeease," Austin moaned as Kane squeezed his cock in his meaty fingers. He squirmed in the polar bear's grip and continued circling his finger around the head of Kane's dark gray member, still sheathed inside the warm, slippery confines of his foreskin.

"You want to be Daddy's good boy and bend over for him."

"Uh-huh."

"And you want Daddy to fuck your tight little virgin ass so hard you won't be able to walk."

"Pleeease, Daddy..."

"Heh...but if I do that, then we're not going to have the time or energy for the other stuff I've got planned for us today...and you're just so cute when I tease you like this," Kane mused thoughtfully, still squeezing Austin's dick in his underwear, which prompted another needy huff from the otter. "Mmf, I've got a better idea, though. Stand up for me, kiddo."

Kane released his hold on the otter, and Austin did as the polar bear commanded, pushing himself up from Kane's lap; he turned around again to face the older man, who reached into the basket and pulled out the pair of black fluffy handcuffs.

"I think it's time we try out some of the other goodies I picked out for you," Kane growled slyly. He used the key that came with the handcuffs to unlock them, opening the shackles completely, before he motioned for Austin to spin around. "Hands behind your back, boy."

"Yes sir!" Austin squeaked excitedly as he obeyed Kane's order. He held his hands above his tail, and he squirmed with anticipation when Kane's powerful, broad hand grabbed his right wrist, easily encircling it...and cinched the soft shackle around it, locking the cuff into place. "Mmm!"

"Excited, son?"

"Maybe just a little, Daddy."

"Heh, never been locked up like this before, have you?"

"Uh-uh."

Kane took Austin's left wrist and locked it into the other shackle; now totally handcuffed, Austin experimentally tested his restraints, trying to pull his hands free, but it was no use. Kane chuckled and grabbed the chain between Austin's wrists; he tugged on it teasingly, pulling the otter's arms back and forth as a reminder of who was in control.

"What do you think?" Kane asked.

The otter's heart was beating fast, and he couldn't stop grinning. "I like 'em!"

"Good boy...can't have you using your hands for this next part. Now turn around for me again."

Austin obeyed, and Kane snickered when he saw the tent of the otter's thong again; the fabric was straining to contain the boy's arousal, and the dragon-printed thong twitched with the involuntary flexing of Austin's member. "Mmm, you really like being locked up, don't you?"

"Yes sir."

"Perfect...so I think you'll enjoy this," Kane began as he stood from the bench, now towering over Austin, "even more."

The polar bear reached down...and Austin saw him hold the base of his own thick, meaty cock with his right hand, keeping it steady, while with his left hand, Kane hooked his fingers into the front of the otter's thong and pulled down. Austin's erection was pulled with the fabric for a moment, and the otter bit his lip at the tension...before his dick could take no more, and it sprang out of the thong, his turgid member bouncing freely.

"There he is, there's that stiffy," Kane murmured as he pulled the thong down further to expose Austin's balls, and he tucked the pouch of the underwear behind the otter's scrotum--the elastic of the thong caused a subtly thrilling amount of tension on Austin's perineum as it pushed his testicles forward, and the otter bucked his hips lightly.

"And now," Kane continued while he used his left hand to hold Austin's dick by the underside of the shaft, "let's put him somewhere nice and warm."

Austin's eyes were wide as he watched Kane align their respective cockheads...and then he moaned when Kane pressed his hips forward, making their member meet...and then the otter's glans pushed into the polar bear's foreskin.

"Oh fuck," Austin breathed at the sensation of his glans rubbing against Kane's, both of them trapped in the thin, warm, fleshy sheath.

"Yeah, that's the way, kiddo," Kane rumbled; he dragged his right hand up along his shaft to roll his foreskin even farther forward, enveloping the upper region of Austin's member within it.

"Oooh...daaaamn."

The otter could do nothing more than huff and squirm in blissful delight as his cockhead pressed against and rolled around Kane's blunt, engorged glans in a lewdly debaucherous orbit. He could feel Kane's heartbeat, his pulse of carnal desire, and the polar bear's precum was now welling up out of his urethra in earnest, a tap that had been turned all the way open. The warm, sticky slime lubricated the already hot, pulsating flesh, making the inside of Kane's foreskin into a steamy, slippery mess...which only made Austin even hornier, and the otter began producing precum of his own. Their fluids mixed together as Kane slowly rubbed and pushed and slid back and forth, keeping himself connected to Austin with his foreskin.

"Mmm, first time docking, and you're doing it with Daddy...that's how it should be," Kane growled lecherously, still grinding his glans against Austin's while he held their cocks in place. "Sometimes, when a boy gets curious about how his dick works, this is the first thing his dad'll show him...how much pleasure he can feel just from this."

Austin grunted lutsfully, but he hung onto the polar bear's every word, eager to let Kane get carried away with the dirty talk, to go deeper into the roleplay, to submit to the fantasy to the point where it felt...real.

"When Daddy takes his son into his foreskin, he's making a safe space for his kid to feel good...to enjoy himself," Kane continued. "It's a special moment shared between fathers and sons...a way for them to bond, to get even closer."

As if to emphasize his point, Kane took a step closer to Austin, pressing himself up against the otter. Austin groaned as the movement made his cockhead slide forcefully on top of Kane's; he could feel the flared corona of the polar bear's glans pressing up against his frenulum. Kane's foreskin bulged and stretched around the comparatively smaller lump of the otter's cockhead, which was practically dwarfed by the polar bear's broad glans.

"You're feeling the dick that made you, son," Kane went on, his warm, humid breath puffing down on Austin as he spoke. "It's the first dick you should feel besides your own...your dad's dick is the one that gave you life after he carried you in his balls when you were just a little sperm."

Austin bucked his hips again, but Kane kept going.

"Your dad's dick is the one you use to learn how to make another man feel pleasure...Daddy will use his dick to show you how to pleasure yourself, to teach you how to suck a man off, to show you how to fuck and get fucked like a real man, to help you learn more about what you can do to make yourself feel good."

It was as if the polar bear knew exactly what buttons to push; Austin could feel himself getting hotter and hotter, his nerves were on fire, Kane's words were like fuel on the flames. The otter struggled in his handcuffs, he wanted to start rubbing himself right there, to jerk off and shoot his load into Kane's already slimed foreskin, to please the older man with a hot, fresh load of cum...but he couldn't get his wrists free.

"Oh fuck...oh Daddy," Austin whimpered.

"Yeah, that's it, son...you love how papa bear's dick feels, don't you?" Kane asked.

"Yes siiir..."

"You love feeling it rub all over your little cockhead..."

"Uh-huh..."

"And Daddy can feel how hard you're throbbing," Kane rumbled, clenching his fingers now on top of Austin's glans in his foreskin, smushing the otter's cock against his own.

"Aaah...yes!"

"You want to cum, don't you?"

"Please, Daddy."

"How badly do you want to cum, son?"

"I've got to, Dad...ugh, this feels too good," Austin huffed.

"Heh, I bet it does, son...Daddy's showing you what real pleasure feels like," the polar bear chuckled. "And you like it, don't you."

"Uh-huh!"

"That's good, kiddo...I can tell you want to bust that fat little nut right in Daddy's foreskin."

"Mmf--yes please!"

"Heh, that's my boy, wanting to make a sloppy mess in there for Daddy...and it's already plenty slimy...but you need to remember who's in charge here." Kane's tone turned from sultry to authoritative.

Austin could clearly remember Kane spitting into his mouth. "Y-you are, Daddy."

"That's right...and I'm the one who decides when you can cum," Kane told him. "And I don't want you to just yet."

Austin grunted as Kane pulled back from him, withdrawing. The polar bear's foreskin slid off of the otter's cockhead, leaving it exposed, throbbing, and covered in a slimy, musky mix of Kane's and Austin's precum, and Kane released his hold on both his and Austin's cocks.

"Ugh...mmf, fuck, you're bad, teasing me like that," Austin whined.

Kane smirked at him as he sat back down on the bench--his erection still protruded straight up from his groin, but Kane paid it no mind. "Hey, I told you earlier I'd be making you squirm before, during, and after dinner. Am I really so bad for doing what I told you I'd do?"

"Well...no, but you're gonna give me blue balls here!" the otter huffed needily--as his pulse pounded in his stiff member, his testicles already felt so tight and sore from the teasing that Kane had just put him through.

"Oh, your balls aren't blue yet," the polar bear snickered as he reached over to the basket sitting on the small table. He pulled out the ball stretcher and used the hex wrench to loosen the bolts while he continued, "But they might be by the time I'm done with them. Now hold still."

Austin whimpered again, but he did as he was told, standing steady in front of Kane with his hands still cuffed behind his back. When the ball stretcher's bolts were loosened enough, Kane held the partly open ring under Austin's testicles...and pinched the boy's scrotum with his fingers, pulling it down to feed it through the opening in the ball stretcher. Austin grimaced at the sensation, though it wasn't unpleasant as Kane worked and manipulated his balls to pull and push one testicle at a time through the metal ring.

"There we go--now we just lock it down," Kane murmured as he used the hex wrench to tighten the bolts again. He cupped Austin's balls while he worked, supporting them and the weight of the metal ring...until he finished locking the stretcher shut around the neck of the otter's scrotum. "And then it's all you, kiddo," he said, removing his hand.

"Oh!" Austin gasped softly when he felt the full weight of the ball stretcher.

Gravity pulled the hefty metal ring down, keeping all eight ounces of surgical grade stainless steel resting solidly on top of his testicles. He looked down at his groin; it was odd seeing his balls, which normally hung high beneath his dick, now hanging lower than before, separated from his body by the thick metal doughnut locked around his scrotum. The constant tension of his spermatic cords stretching and the mass pushing down on top of his sensitive nuts was strange at first, unusual...but not unwelcome.

"How's that feel?" Kane asked, looking up at Austin smugly.

"Hooo...hmm...I think...kind of weird," the otter began. He swung his hips forward and back again, watching his balls swing between his legs with the added weight of their new accessory. "But I could get used to it," Austin admitted with a pleased grin.

"Good boy, because you're going to be wearing that for a while," Kane told him before he reached into the basket for the last item he'd picked out: the small leather paddle, with one side covered in red leather and the other side in black.

Austin's eyes widened as Kane grabbed the ball stretcher with his left hand, holding him in place by the metal ring. The polar bear smiled wickedly as he held the paddle with his right hand, and he brought it up...to the underside of Austin's balls, using it to rub the underside of the otter's nuts.

"Now, this is going to feel different compared to Daddy's hand when I smacked your balls," Kane said. "The red side has hard leather, and the black side is softer; we're going to start with that one first and see how you do."

Austin's breath caught in his throat.

"Ready, boy?"

The otter gulped, then nodded.

Pat! Austin flinched lightly as Kane tapped upward on the bottoms of his nuts with the force of a golf clap.

"Ah...that's good, Daddy."

"And this?"

Pat! Kane struck again, with a little more power, akin to serving a ping pong ball.

"Mmf!" Austin's stiff cock flexed hard at the impact.

"Yeah, you can take that, son...and more."

Pat! This time Kane hit with the solid force of putting a golf ball into its hole.

"Oooooh!" Austin flinched again as a shock of creasing pain zapped up into his gut, but the otter's dick throbbed with increased arousal.

"That a good spot, son?"

"Uh-huh."

Pat!

"Mmf!"

"That's 'yes, Daddy'," Kane said sternly.

"Yes, Daddy!" Austin quickly replied.

Pat!

"Hmmf!"

"Good boy."

Pat!

"Haaah..."

Kane rubbed the leather paddle on the spot where he'd been hitting, along the underside of the otter's scrotum, gently massaging the boy's testicles, soothing the ache that was growing in them...

Smack! This time Kane hit the front of Austin's balls with enough speed and power to swat a fly.

"Aaah!" Austin jolted and cried out as his dick bobbed, painfully hard now. The ache in his gut tinged his pleasure with a hint of agony, but in a way that made him crave even more.

Smack!

"Haaah!"

Smack!

"Mmmf!"

"How's that, son? Too hard or just right?" Kane asked, taking a moment to pause.

"Just...just right, Daddy," Austin gasped, his brain addled by the simultaneous pleasure coming from having his testicles swatted and having them weighed down by the steel ball stretcher.

"Good boy."

Smack!

"Huungh!"

Smack!

"Huungh!"

Smack!

"Huuungh!"

Austin shook and his legs trembled, but he stayed upright, taking every hit that Kane dished out with the black side of the leather paddle.

Smack!

"Unf!"

Smack!

"Unf!"

Smack!

"Unf!"

With every smack of the paddle, the ache in his balls grew, adding an extra dimension to the particularly thrilling flavor of pleasure radiating throughout Austin's body. And as tender as his testicles became, the young otter found himself growing more accustomed to the pain, reveling in it as he grunted after each strike of the paddle on his family jewels...fantasizing about going harder, doing more than just having his balls beaten...

Smack!

"Unf!"

"Yeah, that's good, son...you're doing so good," Kane said, grinning up at Austin--the polar bear's cock was stiff as ever, clearly a sign of how much he enjoyed doling out the torture.

Smack!

"Unf!"

Austin grunted and jolted after each hit--the paddle smacked against both of his testicles equally, the ache had become familiar, and Kane used the same amount of force each time, but the reflexive response to the initial sting and the lingering soreness of the impact was still hard to control. On the other hand, as Austin panted from the sheer pleasure that was nearly overwhelming him, beads and threads of clear, silky precum dribbled and dripped from the tip of the boy's hard, pounding cock; Austin's swollen member throbbed and twitched so hard, the otter felt like he was about to burst out of his skin, and the oozing pre fell to the floor in front of him, forming a little puddle between Kane's feet.

"Mmm, leaky boy," Kane observed.

Smack!

"Unf!"

"Daddy loves seeing you take so much pain and enjoy it..."

Smack!

"Unf!"

"You do like it, don't you, son?" Kane asked, looking up at Austin with a devious twinkle in his eye.

Smack!

"Unf!"

"You like having your big ol' papa bear smack your balls around, don't you?"

Austin nodded frantically. "Yes, Daddy!"

"That's my boy."

Whack!

"Uuuungh fuck!" Austin moaned--Kane had added more power, now hitting Austin's balls with the force of a solid clap.

"That's Daddy's little kinkster, huh?"

"Y-yes, Daddy!"

Whack!

"Huuuungh!" Austin trembled at the increased pain that jumped in his balls and gut, but seeing Kane grin up at him with every swing of the paddle was enough to make the otter want to continue. He heard how pleased the polar bear was that he could take so much punishment...and Austin was determined to power through the agony, to keep making Kane proud of him...

Whack!

"Huunff!"

Whack!

"Huunff!"

"These are Daddy's balls to play with," Kane stated dominantly.

Whack!

"Huunff!"

"To smack and slap..."

Whack!

"Huunff!"

"And to crush and pop if I want to."

Whack!

"Huunff!"

"I gave you those balls when I made you, and I can take 'em away."

Whack!

"Huunff!"

"Isn't that right, son?"

Austin hesitated only to pant and try catching his breath.

Whack!

"Hnnnng!" Austin clenched his teeth and groaned.

"I said, isn't that right, son?" Kane demanded.

"Yes, Daddy!"

Whack!

"Huunff!"

"Good boy," Kane said, appeased. He rubbed the front of Austin's testicles with the paddle, tenderly massaging them and distracting the otter from the pain. "Bet those little nuts are ready to burst, aren't they?"

Austin's balls pounded--he could feel his sore gonads throbbing almost as hard as his dick, which was still leaking precum like a broken faucet. "Ooooh yes, Daddy."

"Mmmhmm...still worried about getting blue balls?"

Austin chuckled in spite of the ache in his groin. "Heh, yes sir."

Kane grinned wryly. "Yeah, by this point they're probably nice and blue...and black...and red..." The polar bear stopped rubbing and lowered the paddle to inspect Austin's scrotum. "Maybe more red, with how hard I've been hitting them," he noted. He sighed wistfully and shook his head, looking back up at Austin. "You're young, they'll bounce back in no time. But before they do..."

Austin watched Kane raise the paddle again.

"I want you to count off five good hits for me. Can you do that, son?"

The otter nodded eagerly. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy. These are going to hurt, but I know you can take it."

Before Austin could steady himself and prepare, Kane immediately struck.

Slap! The paddle hit the front of his testicles.

"Uuuungh! One, Daddy!" Austin groaned--Kane had graduated from the power of a clap to the force of a full-on slap to the face, and the otter's dick flexed powerfully from pleasure.

Slap! Kane had aimed for the underside of his nuts this time.

"Huuuungh...huuuungh...two, Daddy!" the otter huffed. He didn't care how loud he was getting in the fitting room and he didn't care if anyone was coming to investigate--Austin was just doing his utmost not to bend over in pain, not to shy away from the polar bear smacking his balls.

Slap!

"Hoooooo...th-three, Daddy!" Austin groaned and whimpered as the full impact of Kane's hit landed totally on his left nut.

Slap!

"Hoooooo...f-four, Daddy!" The otter winced and grunted as the paddle swung on his right testicle.

And then, squinting through the pain, Austin saw the polar bear flip the paddle over to the red side...the side with the hard leather.

"Last one, son, and it's going to be a doozy," Kane growled as he tightened his grip on the ball stretcher around Austin's scrotum.

WHACK!

"Aaaaannnggghhh!"

Austin jolted and jerked as the red side of the leather paddle struck the front of his aching balls; he groaned and huffed, trying to breathe through the sensation of having been punched in the nuts, and yet...Austin was harder than he'd ever been in his entire life. His dick felt like it was going to rip itself apart from how stiff it was. As he bent over in an attempt to deal with the pain, his hips bucked and his cock spasmed hard a few times in a semblance of how his muscles contracted when he orgasmed--he was right on the edge, a hair's breadth away from his climax...but only more precum leaked from his urethra, and without another hit to stimulate him, the pressure in his loins began to reduce little by little.

"Say it, son, or I'm going to have to hit again to make it count," Kane ordered after a moment of waiting for the otter to speak.

"...f-five, Daddy," Austin puffed exhaustedly.

"That's my boy," Kane said proudly, tossing the paddle back into the basket. He spread his legs and patted his right thigh, motioning for Austin to sit in his lap.

The smaller otter stepped forward gingerly, trying not to make his sore balls move too much, and he plopped onto the burly polar bear's leg. He leaned tiredly against Kane's chest and stomach, simply catching his breath while Kane held him and gently rocked him back and forth. His pumping pulse slowed as he listened to the steady beating of Kane's heart and the calm rush of air as the polar bear inhaled and exhaled, lulling Austin into a sense of cozy and soothing tranquility.

"So proud of you, kiddo...you did so well," Kane said in hushed tones, occasionally stroking the otter's fur and caressing his arms, chest, and stomach.

Austin said nothing as he closed his eyes and snuggled up even closer to the polar bear, letting Kane wrap him up in his warm embrace. The smaller otter felt secure and protected in Kane's arms--yes, the polar bear had handcuffed him, had excited and aroused him beyond belief, had battered and abused his (still aching) testicles, had taken full control of him, and had nearly overwhelmed Austin with an intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure...but now Kane was providing a secure shelter, a nurturing, calming space away from the rest of the world, a safe harbor where Austin could recuperate, cool down, and come back to reality...in a way, settle back into his own body.

Finally, after 10 minutes of Kane's soothing whisperings and gentle touches, Austin sighed comfortably, content and at ease.

"Feeling okay?" Kane asked.

"Yeah...balls are still sore, but I'm alright...you beat them good...fuck, you got me really close," Austin admitted with a chuckle.

Kane stirred and glanced down at the otter nestled against him. "Really?"

"Uh-huh...you seriously gave me blue balls, I was almost there."

The polar bear grinned, pleased. "Well how about that, you're really into the CBT...maybe you actually are my kid after all."

Austin snickered. "Who knows, I could have a little polar bear in me...or a big polar bear in me," he added, raising his knee to graze against Kane's plump testicles and the base of his now-flagging shaft.

"Oh, I think I know how we can get a big polar bear in you...but later, we've still got things to do," Kane grunted. He reached for the basket again and pulled out the keys to the handcuffs. "Here, let me get you out of these..."

After freeing the otter from his restraints, Kane helped Austin undress and deposited everything he had been wearing into the basket--everything, that is, except for the ball stretcher.

"I want you to keep wearing it," Kane said while he gathered the underwear he and Austin had decided to purchase.

"It's not going to, like...cut off the circulation or anything, is it?" Austin asked.

"Nah, just keep those balls weighed down; I want to see you walking around with it on," Kane replied, tossing the underwear in the basket while he left the rejects on the bench.

"Heh, alright, Daddy...might take some getting used to, though."

"It'll feel normal to you in no time, I promise. Now, there are a couple more things I want to get," the polar bear continued as he and Austin began pulling their clothes together, "but what about you? Still have some more shopping you want to do here?"

Austin glanced at the basket, then shook his head before he tugged his shirt on. "I think that's plenty for me for now--unless you think I need more?"

"Well, I think there's always going to be a want for more," Kane started as he pulled his underwear up, "but you've definitely got enough to get you started, kiddo."

"Yeah, I'll wait and see what else...tickles my pickle when I get back home," Austin said in agreement.

"Atta boy. As for me, I think I want to keep my stuff under wraps, at least for the time being...maybe surprise you with it later."

"You just can't get enough of surprising me, can you?"

"It's kind of my weakness--I just love the look on your face when you see something unexpected," Kane told him while buttoning his shorts.

Austin laughed. "Oh, so it's my fault?"

"Maybe just a little...anyway, I'll only be a few more minutes, why don't you head on out and I can get all this taken care of? You can wear the ball stretcher out of the store, I'll let the guy at the counter know about it."

Austin pulled on his underwear and shorts while he looked at the basket again, surprised that Kane was willing to buy everything. "You sure? I don't mind paying for the stuff you picked out for me."

"Nope, it's my treat...think of it as a reward for taking all that punishment earlier. Plus, you really don't want to see how much it all costs," Kane chuckled as he shrugged his shirt back on.

The otter smiled gratefully. "Aw...well, thanks, Dad."

"My pleasure, son," Kane replied before smooching Austin on the top of his head and sending the boy out of the fitting room.