In the Swing
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Muskie flashed a quick smile as he ambled down the hall, whistling a little tune to himself. He was feeling pretty giddy at the moment, and he had a good reason to. The otter stopped just outside of a door and ran his fingers along the jam. He scratched at the wood for a moment before reaching for the knob. Instead of throwing the door open and lurching in, he toyed with it for a moment. Jiggle jiggle, went the metal. Amusing. Well, amusing for a couple seconds, then his mood won out and he pushed open the door with a grin. "Honey, I'm home!"
Leather creaked and metal rattled as Grep, an augmon, twisted his head around as much as he could. The tan male was dangling in a bondage swing, just as he had been a short while ago when Muskie put him there. They'd just got the swing set up a little while earlier. He took a special delight in teasing Grep while they anchored it into the ceiling and untangled the straps. Getting the male into it had been just as delightful, involving a lot of teasing and rubbing. Then he'd left Grep hanging there for a minute while he went to kill some time. The digimon hadn't been alone for long, maybe a half-hour at most, just enough time for his boner to go back down.
He swept into the room quickly, snatching a bottle of lube off the table next to the door. It was harder than someone would think to lube up your own cock while hurrying across a room. He had to though, since he could see the agumon's slit already bulging with excitement. "Oh no you don't! Not unless you want to hang around for another twenty minutes." The digimon mumbled something around the gag in his mouth, large eyes locking onto the otter's cock. Muskie snapped the lube closed and just tossed the bottle to the ground as he straddled the digimon's thick tail.
Grabbing one of Grep's restrained legs, he guided his tip to the male's slit. Muskie shivered as the leathery hide brushed against his slick tip. He allowed himself just a moment to savor it, rubbing his dick up and down the slit. "Someone's getting excited, aren't they?" He looked right into the agumon's eyes, murring at the blush creeping across the male's cheeks. "Horny little agu-bitch." Both males groaned as the otter drove himself balls-deep into the digimon's slit. The first thrust made the set-up start to sway. Just a little at first. Grep's cock throbbed against the invading length, pushing against it as if it were trying to force it out.
Muskie held onto the straps holding Grep's legs as he began to thrust faster. Each time he slammed into his sub, the agumon would swing away before coming back to slap against him. It took a few moments before he synchronized his thrusts. Hammer in, pull away as the male swung back, jerk on the straps, and slam home even harder. It wasn't long before his partner was panting around his gag. The otter leaned his head back with a groan, feeling warm precum coating his cock as the digicock throbbed against him. "I bet it won't be thirty seconds till you make a big fucking mess all over my cock." He changed his grip quickly, latching onto Grep's thighs and jerking hard, his blunted nails digging into the male's leathery hide. The otter's voice dropped to a growl, "I can feel it. Your twat's twitching around me so much right now." His voice had to compete with the meaty slaps of their fucking and the creaking from the equipment. Not that his partner really needed to hear him to understand that tone of voice.
"Mmmmrph!" came the muffled squeal from the agumon as he jerked inside of the bonds. Hot, thick cum filled the spaced around Muskie's cock within the first spurt. By the second twitch, it was running out of the stuffed slit and oozing across Grep's groin.
"Graaaaah!" roared the otter as he jerked his hips back. His cock popped out of the slit with a wet flop, tensing up as the cooler air hit it. A hard jerk on the male's thighs brought them together.
Slap! Grunt. "Fuuuuuu."
Muskie held onto Grep tight, keeping them together as he sprayed his load over the augmon's belly, adding to the mess that was already there. Narrowing his eyes, he chittered softly as his balls pumped their load all over that leathery hide. He was already planning out what was going to happen when he cleaned up the digimon. That was later though, he had something else to do first. Pulling away, he smeared the mess against Grep's body. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be a huge fucking mess." He put a hand in the mess and spread it around, giggling just a little. There was always something so fun about playing with some fresh spooge. Had to be really fresh though, as soon as it began to cool off then it wasn't as amusing. So he amused himself while he could, drawing on the male with the white stuff.
That could only hold his attention for so long. Just long enough to doodle a zen garden type thing on Grep's belly. By the time he started to lose interest in that, he was feeling up for the second round of play. "I'm going to let you down now. If you behave, then I'll give you something very nice." The agumon wiggled with a soft moan, watching as Muskie undid the D-clips that were holding his legs up. Down came his feet, letting him slide forward out of the padded swing seat that had been resting against his lower back. Standing there, he let Muskie undo his hands before sinking down to his knees, then all fours. "That's a good boy, isn't it?" Grep's cheeks flushed as the otter rubbed his head, scratching gently with his nails.
It was far too early to stop the fun this evening. Not when Muskie was still feeling pretty jazzed. It'd take a few minutes for his cock to rise for more fun, but he had some other methods he could use to make his little pet squeal and squirm with delight. Putting a finger under Grep's chin, he churred. "Go over to the wall and do a handstand for me." The agumon blinked, but did as he was told. Staying close to the ground, he hurried over on all fours. Just a second later, he was upside down, looking at the other as he braced his back against the wall. A dozen ideas flashed through his head as he sat there, watching the otter get something from a drawer and come over. "Not on your head, you'll be sore in no time that way. Slide on down, that's a good boy." Grep eased down to his shoulders. It was still uncomfortable, but it wasn't unbearable.
Muskie moved to straddle the digimon, sliding a little disk of rubber onto the male's rump. Turning, he smiled down at the male and placed the tip of his tail against the digi's port. "See how nice I am? I'm going to keep you entertained until I can fuck your ass myself." The agumon whimpered softly into his gag, watching as the otter backed up slowly. The disk, a specially sized condom, pressed against his rear. It's lube helped his muscles spread open as it wrapped around that thick otter limb. His toes curled up tight as he closed his eyes, huffing. The otter nudged his plaything's cheek. "Nah uh, keep those open wide."
The otter bounced slowly, easing his rudder into the digimon's leathery backside. In three inches, out two. In four, out one. Bit by bit, he worked himself lower, growing more excited as the male under him began to squirm. Reaching back, he braced himself on the wall, putting more weight onto his tail. Each bounce drove him deeper into the gagged male. His other hand lowered to the male's slit, stroking those engorged lips. Grep was moaning now, drool running out of his mouth as he squirmed under the otter. It was cute. It was arousing. It was just getting started.
By the time their hips finally met, Grep's cock was straining to get out of his slit. Muskie wrinkled his muzzle in a smile and tilted his head. Holding the lips closed, he ran his finger up and down the entrance with a low churr. The agumon squirmed under him, whining into the gag. His wiggling meant that the tail inside of him rubbed against his insides in a very good way. Eyes fluttered as he began to pant. Precum ran from his slit, rolling along his belly and dripping onto his chest. The feel of those fingers pads gliding against his slit made him incredibly excited. It actually felt a bit better than having his dong stroked, but he wasn't going to tell Muskie that. Not that he could anyway.
"Look how worked up you are. Just dripping, aren't we?" Muskie began to roll his hips, working that thick tail inside of Grep's ass. The digimon squirmed with a moan, body twitching as his stretched ass was toyed with. Strong, swimmer's legs moved the otter up and down, using the tail like an incredibly huge toy. Using his thumb and pinkie, he kept the slit closed as his fingers moved into the sopping wet hole. With two fingers holding the vent closed, two more coaxed the sides of his cock, and the last worked up and down over the shaft. It didn't take more than a few seconds before Grep was squirming and whining. His hips bucked up towards Muskie, wanting more as the otter worked him over and teased him. The otter's lips curled up as he churred, "Take out your gag and tell me what you want."
Grep's hands shot to his head, fingers fumbling with the buckles as his body wiggled under the otter. He was about ready to just rip the thing to pieces when he finally got the strap to loosen. Spitting the gag out, he tossed it away and groaned. "Make me cum, Master Muskie, please!"
"That's just what I wanted to hear."
Bouncing on the agumon, he pumped his fingers in and out of the wet hole faster now. His digits squelched inside of the male's pussy as the ass clenched around his tail. Grep's head cracked against the floor as he let it fall back, moaning louder now. The sounds of the digimon's pleasure and his squirming brought the otter's cock up to rigid in no time. Biting his lip, he breathed out a moan as he dropped himself down to sit on Grep's hind end. His hips worked back and forth in a perverse hula, fingers pumping against the trapped cock. Grep whimpered, claws scratching at the floor as he pushed up. He managed to lift Muskie up several inches as his rear clenched down around the invading tail. With a gasp he began to cum, filling his vent to overflowing almost instantly. The otter pushed off the wall, his tail slipping out of stretched ass. The agumon's cock jumped out of the male's abused slit as soon as the otter's hand went away. Hot, thick cum splashed against his face as he slumped there, panting. When that rudder vacated his ass, it had intensified his climax to the point where it felt like the whole world was spinning under him. His body slipped over slowly, falling onto his side with a grunt.
Muskie chuckled at Grep and took a seat, fingers stroking over his own cock gently. "You are going to have to clean up that mess you're making. You know that, don't you?"
Grep was silent, save for his heavy panting, for a moment before he turned to look at the otter. "Yes, Master."
"Good boy, now come here and take care of this."
Rolling back onto all fours, the agumon shivered as the warm cum ran and dripped along his belly. Muskie leaned back in his seat as the male moved over and nuzzled his cock. Grep opened his blunt muzzle and lowered his head, taking the otter's entire length into his maw with one gulp. The digimon had no trouble at all taking in everything, including the male's balls. He wasn't going to bob his head, his muzzle wasn't really designed for it. Not that he didn't have a far better alternative. He started to breath through his mouth, letting the air work over the needy pole as his tongue swept over it. Thick, hot saliva coated the cock as he crooned. Looking up at his master, the male murred when he saw the look of bliss on Muskie's face. He took a deep breath and slid his tongue around the tip before sweeping it down to the base. His oral muscle flicked over the balls and hefted them one at a time.
Muskie groaned, arching his hips up towards Grep's muzzle. The digimon's strong tongue swept over his dick, pressing here or there just right. It curled and uncurled, pumping over the length in a way that made him shiver. He scratched the digimon's head, his hips starting to buck faster. Biting his lower lip, he moaned as his balls pulled against his body. Before they tensed too much, Grep's tongue pulled at them, coaxing them back down as the male huffed under him. Both of the male's arms wrapped around his body, hugging the otter close.
Just when he thought he might blow, the agumon changed his pattern. Tilting his head, he tucked the cock in between his lips and teeth. Now, he began to bob his head just a little. Not too much, just enough to make the otter's engorged crown slide across those predatory teeth. The sensation from that made Muskie gasp, body twitching with each little rub. Hard and sharp teeth on one side. Soft, flexible cheek on the other. A cheek that was always moving and squeezing against him. Before he could get too used to the feeling from that, Grep swapped which side of his mouth the cock was on.
Up and down his head went, the cock staying tucked away inside of his cheek. After just a moment, he swapped again. Butting his muzzle against the otter's belly, he held the cock in deep as his tongue worked faster. Squeezing, pulling, sliding, every trick he could think of. When the otter's hips began to twitch faster, he pulled back and curled his fingers around the shaft. He pumped lil'Muskie as his tongue danced around the tip. The otter arched up and gasped, cock jumping against Grep's tongue. The agumon's jaws snapped shut as he lowered his head, aiming the cock to catch every spurt onto his face. Pressing a thumb against the otter's crown, he played with it as his hand pumped the cock faster.
It took several seconds for the otter to finish. More than enough time to paint the male with plenty of new stripes. Leaning back in his chair, the male sighed happily and ran his fingers along the digimon's head, smearing the cum around until the male looked like he was wearing a white mask. Muskie's lip curled up into a slow grin. "I think I have one more for you."
The agumon's stubby tail wiggled a little, "Yes, Master?"
He nodded, smearing more of the thick cum around; "Yep, but you have to sleep in the mess you make. And do the laundry tomorrow."
Getting up, he strolled out into the hall and down to his bedroom. He made it into the room and had enough time to toss back the covers before Grep showed up. The agumon couldn't move as fast, at least not while staying on all fours. He approached the bed and looked at the otter before hopping up. He moved to one side of the bed and grabbed a pillow, hugging it to his chest. Grep didn't look back as he hiked his stubby tail up. The bed shifted behind him and hands fell to his hips. He moaned softly, cock standing tall from his slit as he waited eagerly for what he knew was coming next.
There was no preliminaries or teasing, that had all been taken care of in the other room. Muskie's blunt nails dug into Grep's hips as he drove himself forward. "Fuck!" barked the agumon as he pushed himself up into the otter more.
"Tight ass agumon!" came the snarl as the otter began to hammer his body against the prone male. Both were panting in a matter of seconds. Grep pushed back into the thrusts as Muskie jerked his body forward. The digimon's port tightened around the invading member, squeezing it as he uttered a low moan. He arched and pushed back, drooling on his pillow. Each thrust from the otter rocked him, making the bed creak. This was no gentle love making, or even more common sex. They were getting down and dirty, fucking until they reached their peaks.
Muskie leaned forward and nipped at Grep's shoulders and neck. He was barely moving as he worked his length against the male's eager ass. "When I cum," he moaned, "I'm going to pull out and spray all over your back. You'll like that, won't you?" The agumon moaned a response, burying his face into the pillow "I can't hear you!" He bit at the male's neck, his sharp teeth grazing over the digimon's tough hide. The response was a little louder, but still too quiet. "Am I fucking a mouse? You're going to love having my cum splatter on your back, aren't you?" Grep pushed up as his cock twitched. "Yes! Cum all over me! I want you to mark me as your bitch!" His voice rose up into a roar as he tensed, trying to hold back his climax.
The otter nipped harder at his neck, "Hold it, don't you dare blow yet."
He picked up his pace, hammering the male with rapid, but short thrusts. His furred sac lifted up slowly as he moaned. Closing his eyes tight, the male hissed and muttered things as his body tensed steadily. He loved how it felt to have the agumon trembling under him, on the verge of release, but holding himself back somehow. He changed his angle a bit, digging his cock into the male's prostate. Grep squeaked, body tense and trembling as he fought against his own desires. Muskie leaned back, slamming against the digimale with longer strokes now. Knowing what was coming up, the submissive male whined, "Please let me cum for you. Cover me with your cream, please!"
Muskie felt a thrill race up his spine as his fingers tightened on the agu-bitch's rear. His next thrust drew his cock out of the clenching asshole and drove it up against the tail. Hot cum leapt from his cock to rain down on the male's back and rear, giving him even more stripes to deal with. Grep squealed as soon as the first drop landed on his body. He pushed back, grinding his rump against the otter. His own climax rushed over him, sweeping him up as he blew his load all over the bed. Freed from its home, his cock was finally able to spill its load outside of his body. In a matter of seconds, the sheets were just as messy as his back. The otter's hot cum seeming to burn against his hide.
Muskie chittered softly and looked down at his partner with a sleepy, sly smirk. He reached down and slapped his cock against the male's rump a couple times, making sure to get everything out. Leaning over, he looked down below the male and whistled softly. "Would you look at that mess you made. Clean up before bed." Grep muttered something as Muskie slid off the bed and into the bathroom.
By the time he'd cleaned himself up, the agumon had changed out the sheets for a fresh set. Bowing his head, Grep ducked past him and into the bathroom. Muskie settled in between the fresh sheets and watched the door. It took less than a minute before the agumon came back out, his hide glistening softly from his quick clean up. He slid into bed and nuzzled into the otter's neck, curling against the other male with a gentle purr. Putting his hand on Grep's back, Muskie smirked as he slipped off. He had a nice little outfit for the agumon to wear in the morning while he cleaned up. Couldn't wait for that.