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The Tables Turned: Part 5

"Ok, let 'er rip." Ben, called out, beaming. Lee's scream was lost in a rush of water and replaced with gurgling as the jet hit him in the face once more. The lion grinned and shook the water out of his mane as he aimed the hose lower, at the weasel's chest. "... killing me!" Lee sputtered, not for the first time that evening. He hung in his restraints and squinted painfully as the stream traced its way down his stomach. He braced himself visibly for the inevitable pain of the water against his sheath again.

Ben's gaze softened as he reached over the top of the nozzle and cut the pressure back so that the water now fell to the floor a foot from where it exited the hose. He stepped closer so that he could let the stream fall over Lee's body.

Todd and Jim stepped forward to join Ben in lathering Lee's fur, a bit more gently than before. Ben turned and roared for Cal to join them. He placed the still-running hose on the floor; the water coursing across the floor in a miniature river and being swallowed by the nearest drain.

Jim whimpered as the larger furs rubbed their soapy paws over his arms, legs, and torso. Cal entered the room and smiled at the sight, before joining the other three in cleansing their captive. The suds had stopped taking on a brownish hue since the last rinsing, and the weasel's fur glistened in the harsh flourescent lights.

Ben stood aside as Todd dragged out a white plastic stool and then helped him loosen both of Lee's leg restraints enough to allow him to sit. The lion looked Lee over slowly; causing him to blush hotly, before getting some shampoo on his paws and starting on the weasel's chest and stomach again.

Todd had knelt on the floor and was now running his lathery fingerpads between Lee's toes.

Cal was holding out the weasel's tail and shampooing it slowly. Each time his strong grip came close to the ticklish base of his tail, Lee shuddered almost imperceptibly. He bit his own lip and tried to keep his gaze averted.

Suddenly, Jim's huge paws were behind Lee as gave his shoulders a little squeeze. "You've got to relax, man." Cal and Ben chuckled at this; Todd was too absorbed in the job of cleaning Lee's feet for him. It was obvious that Todd was enjoying his job as he paused to switch to the other foot.

Jim moved in front of Lee, stepping in front of Todd for a moment. "Hey, trying to do something here" Todd muttered, slapping Jim's leg out of the way and grabbing Lee's foot greedily before resuming with the soap. Lee eyed the tiger nervously, thinking that he looked like he was going to eat his foot off at any moment.

"He likes feet." Jim commented, following the weasel's gaze. Jim poured some shampoo between his paws and then rubbed them briskly together. "Don't freak out now... I'm not gonna hurt you, ok?" Lee didn't answer. He stared at the tiger's hands, afraid of what was going to happen next.

The room was alive with the sound of suds being squished and massaged into soggy fur. Jim reached down with his sudsy paw and pressed his hot palm directly on Lee's sheath. Lee's breath caught and when he did exhale a slight whining sound came out of his nose, which he stifled quickly.

Jim stood still with his paw pressed against Lee's crotch for a minute. Ben and Cal both glanced down at his paw as it pressed gently against the weasel's crotch, then returned to what they were doing. Todd didn't look up from the foot he was cleaning.

Lee mumbled something and Jim leaned a little closer. "Sorry, what?" he asked, tilting his head a little. "I think it's clean" Lee said again, hesitantly. Jim paused and then smiled broadly at that, "Well, there's nothing wrong with being extra sure" he said, flexing his knuckles slightly and giving a light squeeze to Lee's sheath.

Todd finished with Lee's feet finally and stood up, glancing at the footpaws one last time. "Well, I'm going to go check on Lydia and see if she needs help brushing her fur... see what she has in mind for this one." Cal released Lee's tail and wiped his fur on a towel before joining Todd. "Ok, see you guys" Jim replied. He waved absently with his free paw as the two big cats left, locking the door again behind them.

Lee shifted his gaze uncertainly as Ben backed away and stood against the wall behind him. Their gaze met briefly in the reflection of the huge mirror, and Ben shrugged. "Only one part left to clean, and it looks like Jim's got it covered, so I'll just watch." he smiled as Lee looked down at the floor.

"Yep, got it covered." Jim added. He dropped from his crouching position to his knees before Lee's seated form; his paw never leaving it's place on his sheath. Lee swallowed hard, his dry throat making a clicking sound. "What the hell... what are you doing?" Lee whimpered.

"Cleaning" Jim responded as he settled on his knees. He pulled down on Lee's sheath lightly, exposing just the tip of his cock before letting it slide back up. He rubbed his palm up and down on Lee's crotch, rubbing his sheath against the moist member inside; each time getting a glance at the pink tip.

Lee squeezed his eyes shut and a single tear escaped as he felt his cock stirring beneath the tiger's paw. He tried to will his erection away, but his dick continued to slowly fill out and lengthen within its sheath. The tip was sticking out further now; he could feel the warm air on it each time Jim's paw slid back down.

The weasel jumped a little when he felt the other paw slide under his balls, but he kept his eyes shut. Jim slid his soapy paw around, massaging the weasel's scrotum slowly. With his other paw, he stopped rubbing and put his fingers on one side of the sheath, his thumb on the other. He gave a little squeeze, feeling the growing stiffness of Lee's dick. Lee whimpered.

"Feel good?" Jim whispered in a husky tone. Lee's eyes snapped open and he regarded Ben's face leering over Jim's shoulder in the mirror. "Do I look like a faggot to you, pretty boy?" he rasped. Ben raised an eyebrow and grinned and Lee was going to say something else, but his words were cut off in another whimper as Jim gave his sheath another squeeze.

The tiger ran his paw up and down Lee's sheath a little more quickly, and Lee hissed as his cock betrayed him and sprang from its sheath. "Pretty big." Ben said. "Mm hmm." Jim agreed. Lee was too humiliated to comment.

"Wish there was time to taste it." Jim said. Ben grunted in agreement and pushed off the wall, reaching for the hose. Jim massaged the sheath back up and down the base of Lee's cock a bit more and then stood. "Ok buddy. Time to stand up." Lee stood silently and waited for the plastic stool to be pulled away.

He clenched his fists in their restraints as the two cats silently rinsed the soap away with the hose on a much lower setting. By the time they had mostly finished, his erection had died down, but still noticably bulged within his sheath. Jim pulled back the furry cover once more and let a trickle of warm water run briefly over his pink cock. Lee's tail waggled uncontrollably at the intense sensation and he whimpered in embarassment and tortured pleasure.

"Time to get dried off" Jim said, as the two remaining males undid his restraints.

To Be Continued...

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