Private Jacuzzi
Adrian started his new job at the Monochrome Gym, and since his coworkers have been teasing him about showing him the ropes, he actually gives in to one of them. He doesn't end up expecting the intensely erotic and intimate encounter within the private, staff jacuzzi, but for better or worse it's a night he will never forget.
"Yeah, it's the guy I told you about...no, no I work with him! Jeeze, just don't wait up for me alright? I mean I-"
"Sorry, but the pup is going to be busy tonight. I'll be sure to be gentle," and with that the call was ended without the consent of the other parties. At the very least, the phone was returned to the rightful owner, who nearly had a bright red muzzle due to how those sultry words tickled his ears like fine silk.
The otter looked very pleased with his work, a grin so wide it was impossible to not return the gesture, even if the smaller coyote splayed his ears whilst doing so. "Y'know, you have this way with words, it's pretty much cheating," the young male noted as he tucked his phone into his work bag, still within arm's reach on the bench. "My roommates are just a little over protective, but-" once again, before he could finish his thoughts, Adrian had been interrupted. Still, he found himself struggling to complain as the towering mustelid slung him over his shoulder as if he were a warrior's prize. The poor canid was nearly bursting in his underwear as a single, muscular arm kept him utterly at the mercy of his brutish associate.
"And you really like to let conversations carry on," the otter teased, likewise dressed in nothing more than briefs. "But come on, pup, let's finally get you to enjoy some of those employee benefits, no excuses, tonight is the night," a playful swat on the pert rear accentuated the point.
Adrian only reddened further; his tan furred body hardly offered much of a squirm, since he trusted his co-worker, even if they had only known each other a couple of weeks. Needless to say, the lithe male felt blessed to work in a gym filled with such spirited and open staff, they even found room for a comparably diminutive coyote, but the teasing from his larger allies was more than acceptable; in fact it was encouraged. The beefy otter kidnapping the canid easily had a two foot height advantage, and considerably far more pounds given his sculpted form that Adrian received a marvelous view of as he was whisked away, or at least he got to see down the back and to the handsome rudder tail's shapely rump.
"Oh, we're still not in dress code, you know the rules," Kirk's feigned ignorance got the smaller male's attention, even before he relieved the wagging canid of his only shred of clothing. To make things fair, the otter did the same, kicking away the stretched fabric in a deft motion he had obviously done time and time again, Adrian took notice of this. It made him more excited, which Kirk realized thanks to the pearls of pre cum smearing along his left pectoral courtesy of an eager, worked up coyote. He felt a surge of prideful smug swelling in the usual places, oh how he did love to make them squirm, but still, he had to wait. His large feet stopped on the tiled floor of the showers, and with a quirk turn of the knob warm waters washed over the two from the showerhead thankfully high enough to accommodate for larger users. Adrian felt drenched due to the sheer volume difference, but he needed a decent rinse, though he lamented that he might not be able to sample the strong, heady scent his nose picked up whenever the mustelid was hard at work. Once the quick rinse off finished, Kirk rolled his neck and rumbled in approval, continuing on his way, but a distinctly masculine scent put that eager canid nose at ease.
"And here we are," the otter proudly rumbled. "Every new boy ends up here sooner or later, has to be late night though, otherwise we're gonna get a crowd. Not that I'd mind that," as the thought was entertained, the still dripping coyote tried to imagine rather lewd, traditionally unprofessional conduct being performed en masse. Then again, the employee handbook was considerably open, as were most of the gym's customers.
Adrian cleared his throat, not only was he missing the view, some of the earlier words he heard made his ears twitch. "Uhm, boy? Pup? Y-Y'know, that's kinda...I dunno..."
"It helps distinguish the big from the small, you know that," the mustelid chuckled as he admired the enclosed space of the separate jacuzzi. The heated, foaming bubbles were turned on when his shift ended; ensuring the temperature would be perfect and the light fog on the diamond shaped windows signaled just that.
"I know, I just find it...hot." Trying to come out of his shell, the normally reserved coyote had to force himself to say that. He barely held in a giggle. Everything about the otter made it easy for him to relax, which led to him finally agreeing and even being fully naked with a towering form of otter.
Kirk laughed, finally sliding his catch off his shoulder and into his arms proper, still refusing to let the pair of wiggling feet touch the floor. "Good, you should know and accept your place on the foodchain. Us big guys gotta eat, after all, so if our boys are in line, well that just means we're more inclined to play with our food."
That too struck several cords; everything was flying by a breakneck pace suddenly. Not only was the glistening form of the studly, ruggedly handsome, older man gazing down at him with a lustful glint in those bright, cerulean pools he had already lost himself in, but the /wordplay/. All this talk of the foodchain somehow...felt appropriate, he could practically feel the otter's presence devouring him. Their size, his demeanor, the slow licking of those lips and teeth, damn the tongue was so wide it moistened some of the whiskers as well! Adrian snapped out of it, wordplay was wordplay, even if it had him shamelessly aroused.
"Hah, you're so damn cute, but c'mon, in you go!"
Enough time had been wasted; it was time to get started! The coyote was introduced to the shifting waters and bubble jets after being spun around, facing away from the otter. It was intense at first contact, but he couldn't deny the tingling sensation that crawled up his individual toes, splashed over his feet, and began to run up his decently toned legs. Even if he wasn't very tall or built, he managed to be active, though he wanted to get more definition on his admittedly soft stomach (something he would occasionally remind himself) as it too slipped into the euphoric waters. His eyes closed, a murmur left his lips, and he found his seat on the submerged ledge as the large, webbed hands relieved their grasp of him, allowing the otter to walk around the circular pool over to the deeper end. Hearing the subtle splash of the big brute lowering himself at the other side perked the coyote's ears and shot his eyes open, and he was certainly grateful he got to see the show unfolding.
Kirk was blessed, and he rarely hid his gift possibly bestowed by providence and genetics. His slick, dark brown fur accented wonderfully into a smoother, almost cream coloration that showed off his every line. Chest, shoulders, arms; they were simply marvelous, especially the massive hands home to thick, webbed digits finished in blunted claws at the tips. His mid-section showed obvious definition, though he had a faint bulging of his abdominal muscles, which wore a decorative, intricate tribal sun tattoo surrounding his navel, and similarly patterned markings adorned his forearms as well. Adrian assumed they were a reference to the mustelid's heritage, but all the same the ink gave the already masterful body more excuses to stare at. Those thick legs supported the strong upper half, a testament of dedication, though of course the broad, webbed feet hefted the big brute around day to day. And naturally, the large gentleman's endowment likewise matched his broad, burly form, with a scrotum carrying what looked like two fat oranges and a sheath barely containing a thick serpent, in fact the head was already prodding out of the protective fur and flesh, eager yet restrained, much like its owner. Previously viewed were the rump and thick tail, the otter earned the glances he stole, yet perhaps most inviting was his wide smile, belonging to one who hardly experienced bad moods.
The coyote was allowed to watch it all, slowly sink into the heated waters, his mouth agape, his heart racing, tongue lolling, and toes clenching. He didn't feel like he deserved any of this, but everyone at his new job was just so /friendly/, insistent, the canid felt butterflies dancing in his stomach and his penis threatening to unload without his touch. It had been long, too long since he found himself in this sort of situation, but a coworker with free time on his hands seemed quite content to help ease up a bit of pressure, even if it meant the coyote would be on the lower end of some non-existent foodchain. If Kirk could feast on him in truth, it would have been difficult to refuse. All the same, it seemed to be something the other associates proudly took part in, the coyote was willing to leap from his comfort zone if it meant the otter was going to catch him. After forcing a swallow, encouraged by the increased saliva production, Adrian tried to relax and merely enjoy the moment. His head tilted back, resting on the ledge to view the starry night from behind the hexagon shaped skylight, though he never admired it quite like this before, the modern environment of his gym certainly had an eye for detail. The jacuzzi felt homely, as if the room containing it was constructed around it to properly house the decently sized private pool. He hadn't felt such tension relief in years, it gave him more courage to try a massage after his next early morning shift, but tonight he was working late. There was just one thing filling his mind as his muzzle dipped back down to view the otter sitting opposite of him.
"So...what happens next?" He didn't want to ruin the mood, but his brain was trying to think of ways to spoil everything with apprehensive and doubt, even if his arousal kept encouraging him to let go and enjoy himself.
Kirk had his arms stretched out along the ledge of the bubbly pool; he wanted his playmate to break the silence and he received as such. "Like I promised your roommate, we take things slow," he asserted with a nod as he lightly chuckled. "But if things go too far for your liking, simply say...hmm, how about hexagon? They make for a nice shape, though generally aren't brought up during sex." Those words were playful, expressed nonchalantly just to watch the coyote fluster once again.
"We need a safety word?" A rhetorical question, but it made Adrian's heart skip and his cock throb. "Just what are you going to do?" That was an actual question, not born of fear but rather intense curiosity; those bubbles were certainly doing their job to help further loosen a tensed canid.
A toothy smirk spread the otter's lips once again, "Come on over and I'll show you."
The invitation had an air of mystery to it, practically a growl from a beast to a timid, cornered animal. It was still eagerly accepted; Adrian made his way across the jacuzzi, traversing slowly across the deep middle as jets of bubbles gently assaulted him from multiple directions. Needless to say, it only made him more eager to end up touching the end that had his host and instructor for the evening. Unlike where he traveled from, the submerged seat was much deeper, no doubt once again accommodating for larger users, poor Adrian was standing next to the otter who comfortably remained seated and finally got to see him face to face again, only this time they were in the nude and tingling all over thanks to the properties of the hot water.
Kirk was in control, he had been the whole time, but now he was ready to finally take it. His left arm came down to steal away the smaller male, trapping the coyote in his grasp which soon turned into a surprisingly intimate embrace. A soft gasp was the only sound that left either's maw, and of course it came from the canid's who found it difficult to move with two large, welcoming arms wrapped around him. The otter tightened his grip, savoring his catch with a possessive rumble from his body as Adrian ended up flush against his front, seated on one hand and against the mustelid's abdominal's as the other gently caressed the back of the pup's head. They shared the moment, alone, together in the private jacuzzi with foam riding along the waves, not as co-workers or even friends; it was as if they did this time and time again as lovers. The coyote almost felt sentimental, he had never been held like this, and especially not by a powerful male like Kirk, never in his wildest dreams. Even if they were wet, Adrian managed to savor the natural, musky scent of the sleek furred male; after all, his nose was digging into that sculpted chest as if trying to bury himself there. A thought he entertained for a moment, it made him smile as his eyes closed and he listened to the heartbeat; the gentle thumping overwhelmed the sounds of water jets.
The patient otter finally spoke after a moment, "Good boy, looks like the pup learns quickly," and of course his words carried their usual sultry nature. Adrian struggle to think of what to say, especially with his still hard, leaking cock pressing against the muscular front he was 'trapped' against. His knot had swollen at the base of his length, and he was trying to be polite and not thrust into the strong body he was being cradled against. He tried to find his voice, but listening to the otter was more than enough for him.
"Don't worry about any messes, we take care of all our equipment, it'll get cleaned," Kirk reminded himself to mention that final bit of knowledge just in time. After all, no reason the coyote should worry and be hesitant to give up the bounty biding in that tan furred scrotum. As he spoke, Adrian looked up to the alluring man, eyeing his lips for a moment, tempted to kiss them, but he felt that would be stepping out of bounds. There were no rules and nothing was decidedly off limits, but there was a safe word, all the same he thought the experience would be devoid of emotion and passion. The hold he lost himself in felt like so much more than a pity fuck, it felt right. Before he could let his mind toy over prospects, the otter decided to exert his comfort with the situation, and of course give the younger male a taste of his experience: with his tongue.
Adrian was forced to swallow initially, he didn't anticipate a thick, broad, slippery maw muscle sliding into his mouth, but he wanted to reciprocate. Their lips pursed against one another as their tongues tried to fight for dominance in the coyote's mouth, though it was obvious which of the two had the upper hand. The stroking on the back of the canid's head did more than encourage that he keep from moving, it started to knead down the slender back, causing it to arch with his touch. Even as their kiss continued, panting and lewdly slurping their tongues against one another, Kirk slipped his hand past the coyote's thighs, subtly taking hold of the hard spire of male flesh. That was enough to excite a whine and a set of ears splaying in a fit of submission and defeat, it also allowed the otter to nearly engulf the other's muzzle with his mouth, completely overwhelming the kiss.
Reluctantly, Kirk drew back his lips and tongue, exhaling in triumph as the flavors of the smaller male danced over his taste buds causing him to salivate further. He tried to clean his mouth with a swipe of the pink muscle, chuckling at the same time as the coyote's expression was completely and utterly one of a dominated male, and all it took was a hand with webbed digits and a passionate set of jaws. The large appendage stayed wrapped around the throbbing length, toying and teasing at the tip with a broad, padded thumb. He was able to engulf the shaft and balls whole, with room to spare, though he remained gentle and precise, since every subtle squeeze made the pup tense. Such a needy boy, but the otter showed he knew how to treat guys like this. Only a few slow tugs and well-timed clenches was all it took, Adrian never stood a chance. He came so hard he lost his breath as his hands gripped the handsome slabs of chest muscle, unable to make a sound as thick jets of his sperm were freed into the sloshing waters.
"Good boy," once more the otter murmured, pleased with his work, but of course it happened too easily. A pent up coyote surrounded by eye candy every work day? All he needed was the touch of a larger male, and a series of slow, yet firm tugs. He gave the canid a kiss between his ears, noting that Adrian still hadn't caught his breath, each pulse of his member unloaded more seed into the tingling waters until he couldn't hold out any longer and merely slumped forward, cushioned by the otter's pectorals. Said otter showed mercy and relinquished his hold on the other's erection, he figured it would remain hard since they had only just begun, and he made sure to let it be known they were far from over with a sly grin and a slow rising of his hips.
The thick head of Kirk's cock ended up brushing against the smaller male's still submerged tail base. It excited another gasp from the recovering coyote, as well as a whimper, but a gentle hand cupped along the quivering chin. "Don't worry, I'm letting you catch your breath, for now," the otter could practically read the pup's face as clear as a neon sign. His subtle movement continued after both hands found their way to the coyote's hips. Even if they were in a timeout, it didn't stop the otter from lewdly grinding his masculine girth between the pair of available rump cheeks, letting him feel the thick, throbbing member spread him without penetrating. Water made for awful lube after all, and there were other plans bouncing around in the mustelid's mind, oh how there were plans.
"Th-Thanks," Adrian finally spoke, even as his taint and backside were teased by the thick shaft. He had never received a hand job before, or well, not one that actually finished or had even one tenth of the intensity he felt. And he had never felt an erection so large pressing at his nervous body, but it was a night of many firsts.
"Heh, I told you I got what boys need, we're not done yet though," those words trailed, mischievously. Rather than start to plant the broad head of his erection into the no doubt quivering backside, Kirk eased his grip off the coyote and slowly guided himself free from the jacuzzi. In doing so, he ended up prodding his shaft into the smaller male's chest as the coyote's feet found their way to the seat where it only until recently was blessed by otter butt. "I wanted to show you something, but first you're gonna have to warm me up."
Tit for tat, it seemed fair, and in truth the submissive coyote felt his heart flutter at the notion of pleasuring such a dominate man. He didn't ask questions, he knew they would be answered soon, though he wasn't expecting to feel the surprisingly flexible rudder tail practically scoop him up and act as a seat, allowing his legs to dangle into the water, brushing against Kirk's as the big otter grinned down with that trademark smirk. Adrian was starting to get used to being manhandled so easily, in fact he was starting to like it, a lot, but with a pair of muscular thighs spread out and a naked otter showcasing a proud arousal he was already eager to get to work. His eyes glanced up, asking permission, which was granted with a nudge closer by the sturdy, yet flexible tail, forcing the coyote's hands to find purchase on the pair of thighs, leaving him face to face with a massive, throbbing erection.
"Warm you up...?" Adrian, nearly speechless, clumsily slipped his right hand to the base of the otter's length. So thick, nearly as much as the coyote's wrist, easily a few inches past a foot in length, the rudder tail had to ease up to keep the canid at eye level due to how they were sitting. The glossy pink flesh throbbed, waiting there eagerly, the head partially concealed by some extra flesh, apparently foreskin or something similar, he was ignorant to otter anatomy, but this was no ordinary otter. Wanting to challenge himself and experience more, Adrian leaned his black nose closer, nudging it against the slightly stretched, wrinkled flesh that soon slipped down to expose the fat, pulsing head of the mustelid's penis. There was a hot, intoxicating scent, making the canid eager to inhale, his body needed this, it needed the heady musk. Hiding the masculine otter's natural pheromones was impossible, Kirk must have known given his approving churr, as he said before, he knew how to treat the newbies, or rather he knew how to encourage them to explore his massive frame, especially his arousal.
A warm pearl of pre cum oozed over Adrian's nose, almost having a sobering effect as he continued to huff the scent of his patient playmate. His tongue cleaned over his nostrils, sampling the flavors for the first time (from someone else at least), and it made him crave more from the source. He used his canine tongue to slurp forward, gently sliding the pebbled flesh around the outer portion of the cock head, trying to stimulate the glands there as the pulsing, darker pink flesh glistened so alluringly. The efforts excited Kirk to let out a rumbling groan, obviously approving with one hand gripping at the ledge he remained seated on and the other sought to reward the pup with fond strokes down the back of his head once again. Feeling rewarded for his courageousness, the coyote started to lick more firmly, primarily along the fat slit that kept allowing the succulent pre out from its reserves. His hands started to play on the body of the penis, hoping to help warm it up, but it felt so heated and heavy already, what else was there?
Adrian continued. His tongue swirling and lips carefully suckling at the tip, and one hand even tried to cup those heavy, dense nuts. Even as he worked himself into a minor frenzy and his own arousal leaked freely on the otter's mid-section and loins, he had the sense of mind to realize that things were getting more difficult. His mouth was struggling to continue the same technique, as if the shaft had been throbbing and swelling on his tongue, though he could hardly measure as the dribbling of pre cum was nearly flowing out in a weak stream, more syrupy than before, but still just as savory. He pulled back, confused, but he kept lapping his tongue as his eyes scanned up to Kirk, still hoping he had the otter's approval as he struggled to awkwardly guide the head of the large length past his gums. Even the scrotum started to slosh slightly, feeling heavier, effortlessly filling out his palm, so he pulled it free and grasped both hands on the middle of the cock that began to gleam in its own, musky fluids.
Kirk decided enough was enough, but he first watched the coyote struggle to swallow mouthfuls of his offering, it dribbled down the canid's chin, splashed onto his chest, cascaded over that cute, confused looking face. "Mrmph, alright, I'm pretty warmed up now," the otter spoke with a groan, sounding still very much in control, but even he had to pant, and it wasn't because of the heated waters or the thick fumes he was emitting into the air. Before the coyote could react, that skillful tail hoisted him out of the bubbling waters completely and into the arms of his coworker and playmate, the throbbing pillar of flesh continued to messily leak into the jacuzzi.
"What do you think?" It was a question asked despite the answer already plastered on the coyote's face. His stomach was full of pre cum, his scent had been overwhelmed by otter musk, but once he was turned around and got a decent look at the throbbing tower he ran out of things to say. Despite having such a positive first encounter with the massive cock, it left him speechless, but still the canid wanted to pleasure it, he had to, Kirk needed release given how his length had grown out and his balls became fuller, forcing his scrotum to stretch into a heavier bulge. This big, beefy otter deserved to climax at the very least, and Adrian felt determined even if he had no idea /how/ to stimulate a cock he guessed had filled out to more than two feet in length, with a girth similar to his calve, but with the angle and lack of measuring tape all the coyote was doing was guessing.
"How...how am I gonna?"
Just as the canid found his voice, he was silenced as the otter hoisted him up so that their muzzles were touching. He looked back to see the handsome, whiskery face rubbing at him fondly. "Just relax, but do me a favor...plant your feet on it, use the pre to moisten them up though," Kirk requested as if it was just a simple favor, nothing out of the ordinary for him at least.
Even as he shifted in the possessive hold, Adrian felt odd hearing such a response, all the same he began to rub the soles of his feet over the drooling cock head, nearly wedging one of his toes into the fat, flexing slit. Only then did he think to ask, "Is this gonna be okay...?" But he didn't stop, the heat beneath his feet, the moisture squishing through his toes, the feeling of the sensitive flesh as he splayed the freshly soaked digits on the broad head, it all felt incredible. Given how the otter only managed a groan, he must have been doing something right.
No more hesitation, the newbie coyote had gone to super star status as he felt and heard the big male practically quaking at his touch! Adrian had never held this sort of power before, it inspired him to better his efforts as the heavy, mustelid breath painted over his face and neck. From the tips of his toes to the sole of his heels, he could feel that thick pre cum soaking through his fur and to his flesh, almost enough to start swimming in them as he squirmed his hips and carefully applied bits of weight on the glossy head, he just had to make it erupt if he kept this up, he figured at least. His own erection bobbed, but each twitch of the greater length made his chest heave that much faster, he must have been getting close! Though he was inexperienced, his wet, pink pads started to focus the attention on the oozing cum slit, trying to further stimulate the 'lips' with one foot as the other played along the underside, feeling the veins throb and swell. The slippery head received a great deal of play, and Kirk responded by squeezing his arms on the eager pup's mid-section, wanting to keep encouraging his enthusiasm. Sphlurth.
"H-Huh?" Adrian had his head resting back, nestled in the crook of the other's neck, but that lewd noise brought him to his senses, or what few senses of his still remained. His vision focused, but the heavy panting and groans of approval from the otter made it difficult, but he was certain that his right foot had ended up lodged in the larger male's cock. In truth, he was more surprised it fit, though the supple interior practically made a mold of his every inch, not showing discomfort or straining, but all the same the coyote carefully gave a tug...to no avail. Adrian wanted to continue, though now he had embarrassed himself, thankfully he wasn't being teased about his slip up, even as the clear fluids start to soak up past his ankle, after rushing past his wiggling foot that is. His other appendage was brought to the flexing head; he just needed a bit of leverage to- Shlorrph.
Everything froze in that moment, for the coyote at least. Both feet were claimed, forced together by the rippling tunnel of flesh as his feet made a light bulge on the underside of the erection. He couldn't believe it. Kirk could have been part horse, given his endowment, but the canid still felt something had gone wrong, even if the otter didn't pause or worry, he simply watched and offered a slow stroking over his captive's chest. The touch was welcomed, encouraged even, but the nervous 'yote splayed out his toes, nearly able to hear the squish as he felt the interior begin to constrict, guiding his feet a few inches down the meaty shaft, allowing his calves to steadily vanish. His face would have gone white if not for the heat traveling up his legs and ensuring his cheeks would look red with his flustered expression. Adrian tried to tug free again, he simply made a mistake, and perhaps the otter wouldn't be upset? He didn't /sound/ upset after all, but when the slippery sensation traveled up to his knees, that was when the coyote started to panic.
Adrian whimpered, ears splayed, breath excited, cock throbbing, and he was up to his thighs in a tight, squishy, organic tunnel. It felt like a snug, slippery sleeping bag that rhythmically pulsed and kneaded at his legs, making him tenderer as a result. Oddly enough, the sensations were...incredible erotic, but his mind wouldn't let him slip deeper inside, even if he still tasted the otter's dick on his lips.
"K-Kirk! You're...pulling me in," the coyote could barely finish a sentence; he had to groan as a splash of pre cum managed to soak up and over his stomach. The ooze slowly climbed down his loins, further exciting the canid to the thrill of his body, but at the detriment to his thought process. Adrian pulled his head back, looking to the otter, but instead of seeing the smug yet friendly visage he was used to, an overwhelmingly predatory gaze filled his blue eyes and his mouth hanging open, jaws agape and tongue lolled with the corners of his muzzle grinning, the coyote started to feel like a prey item once again. The only difference was now it was in a literal sense.
Another clench aided by gravity pulled the coyote down to his loins, which were quickly soaked over in the otter's fluids. Kirk only used one hand to keep his shaft steady, the other gently roamed onto the canid's chest. "Mrmm, that's the idea. I said I'd...mrmph, show you the ropes," the once passionate turned ravenous mustelid noted. His voice was heavy, almost a constant growl or groan, he had to have this, as if his greedy penis 'swallowing' those slender legs wasn't proof enough. Those toes were starting to press deeper through his loins, it had the larger male fully enthralled, he did skip out on dinner for this meal after all.
"N-Nyrgh..." The coyote whimpered, even as his body had betrayed him and his hands reached down in an effort to stop his descent. As to be expected, his fingers couldn't hold onto anything save for the moist foreskin that left more of the thickening ooze on his digits. He tried to stop it, at least he told himself he was trying, once his cock had been graced by those slippery fold and felt the first clench his eyes shot open and his body quaked. If his face was red before, it was permanently stained with the color, the onslaught became too much, he had to slow it down, he couldn't withstand such stimulation! His hands squished down, directly into the slit, eliciting a moan overhead, but he couldn't get a grip on anything, it was impossible to squirm or pull his way free, that much was made clear. Adrian's eyes widened as he watched the greedy slit slip up past his shaft, leaving just the head of his arousal free. That was it, the pup had been defeated. A thick jet stream of canid semen shot up from the sticky quagmire of otter dick and splashed over the tan furred chin and neck. Nearly half a dozen splurts were released, emptying the smaller male's scrotum that had already been encased in musky, wet darkness. Never before had he felt anything quite like this, being claimed by a larger, stronger man's arousal of all things, and hearing, no, he could /feel/ just how much Kirk was savoring every second. His head tilted back again, eyes shut in ecstasy as the slimy sensations worked past his stomach, his feet hardly registering that they were emptying into another chamber.
Kirk looked more than pleased, but he had to help himself to a taste. A slow swipe with his finger cleaned some of the semen from the coyote's chest and he brought it to his mouth. He made sure his prey could hear as the otter savored each and every moment. "Mrm, tastes so good. As to be expected, sweet pup, since you're making such wonderful cock food," the mustelid murmured that with a deep growl. His eyes stayed focused on the hazy gaze from the coyote; there was no confusion or misunderstanding as to what this was, as to what was going on. That cute pup was now prey. The otter was getting all that he wanted and then some, he didn't think Adrian would touch him in all the right ways and be such an incredible treat. Most of the work had been done, now idle clenches forced his prey deeper down his greedy shaft that swallowed him up like a drooling python. A constant supply of pre cum soaked through the already wet fur, but now the coyote was /lubed/ for the trip, his slim chest was next, and with arms pinned at his sides the helpless male could only pant, weakly grinning as needy whimpers left the pit of his throat. The otter shushed him tenderly with a hand caressing and palming the back of Adrian's head, he did enjoy showing his boys affection, and it never needed to be phoned in.
"Shh, that's a good pup...just relax, I've gotcha now," those words further claimed the coyote, but it wasn't official, not yet, not until the otter called him by his new name. So close, Kirk's ravenous penis slurped up past the pup's neck, a single pull was all it would take. Already, the underside of the predator's shaft showed a vaguely detailed bulge of the hapless, trapped coyote who started to wonder how he ever lived his life without this moisture, heat, musk, and most importantly this man. The otter continued to ease down on the soft head that soon too received its bathing in the thick fluids. All this time he had been riding his edge, devouring up playmates tended to kick the libido into high gear, but the well-tuned machine could and would wait until it was time. Watching his foreskin slowly crawl over the boy's head nearly triggered it, that final moment, that final gulp, it always lingered. At that moment, the prey's eyes managed to view the outside world as framed by his predator's arousal. He caught a glimpse of the skylight, faintly recalling the safe word...as if he'd need something like that now. Never before had he felt so wanted, so lusted after, his predator desired and needed him. There was no doubt about that, his efforts thus far had him seeking to find his wait in the pit of those sloshing nuts. Kirk stroked along the coyote's chin, earning him an earnest murmur as he watched those sweet eyes close while the moist flesh surrounded the smaller male. Ghlurk-shplurrph. Sigh.
Feeling the bulge traveling down his shaft and start to empty into his eagerly sloshing and churning scrotum inspired Kirk to speak his prey's new name with a shaky groan. "Mine," said with the sensual, dominate tone that came effortlessly to an accomplished and satisfied predator. The weight sank into his loins, the shaft throbbed, the slit yawned, and his balls drew up against his thighs even as the furred chamber stretched lazily. A geyser of semen erupted, long time overdue from the look of things, though the otter held himself at the base of his cock with both hands, feeling the outline of Adrian's face sink from the fleshy passage into the waiting home for his latest cock snack. Each pulse of his loins excited another load, forcing the otter to free liters of his thick, musky spunk into the air only to splatter it messily in the jaccuzzi, adding a good deal more foam and white coloring to the sloshing waters. He lolled his tongue, flexed his chest, cleaned his chops, and gave his dick a fond rub along the sensitive tip, even as it drooled out a final, messy glob of spunk as his scrotum tightened around the newest resident, almost signaling it was a belch; the staple of a properly savored meal.
Not quite exhausted, but still drained the otter sat there a moment to admire his handiwork. His webbed hands groped at the curled form nestled in his loins; he held them carefully as he guided himself back into the heated waters, figuring he could relax in comfort for a moment before heading home. For Adrian, his sense of the world had been lost the moment he realized and accepted that he was going to be food for the burly otter with an appetite to match his sensuality. He was curled into a snug, yet still somewhat loose fetal position while partially submerged in thick, musky otter spunk. At his head there was a squishy, rather malleable orb and another near his rear and feet, about the size of his head, most likely the big male's testes. The climax he found himself in the middle of took what remaining energy he had completely, leaving the coyote sapped of his strength, but he didn't need to do anything at this point. His predator's loins were kneading and tending to his every inch, touching him with slow, slick churns that left him almost whimpering with bliss. Everything from the scent, to the textures, to the soup he was stewing in, and the darkness...it was enthralling, beyond incredible, but what stuck with him the most was that he could /feel/ Kirk all around him. And being privy to such a connection, even as prey, it was something that kept his heart fluttering and his cock fully aroused.
After giving himself ten minutes to enjoy the afterglow of his meal, the otter reached into the waters and stroked on his sac once again, as if giving a warning that things were going to get quite sloshy for the moment. Those wonderful jets had done their job, the otter felt fantastic, rejuvenated, and his member had thankfully slipped back into his sheath, for the most part, even if the movement in his balls caused a lazy dribbling of pre cum from his tip. It was impossible for him to keep from smiling, looking as smug as the cat who swallowed up the canary, but he got said canary to nearly beg to be devoured on his way down the throat. All the same, this meal was his, and of course he would be the perfect gentleman, for only a beast would mistreat his meals, and only a child would misuse his toys. Kirk hefted free from the jacuzzi, not envying the one who would clean up the mess, but it was far from the first time he'd leave a thank you gift for the custodial staff the following day, for they were the unsung heroes of the establishment.
Kirk didn't bring a towel with him, so his form dripped as his balls swayed and sloshed with every step, lightly nudging against his thighs, but he deliberately slowed his pace as he didn't want to disturb his resident getting used to the burbling quagmire and churning walls. After a quick rinse in the showers, he found his belongings, as well as his pup's, which were stuffed into the larger male's belongings for mere convenience. He carefully toweled himself off, humming quietly, unable to keep from grinning as he sensually drew the cloth along his heavy sac, it felt good to feel full, even if the glutton contemplated finding the pup a roommate...nah, he should take things slow. One hand reached into his bag for a clean pair of much more specialized briefs, he knew how the night would end after all, and after seating himself on the bench he slipped the silken underwear past his large feet and up his thick legs. Carefully, as if he were an artist who molded clay, he guided his heavy, groaning and sloshing scrotum into his briefs. A satisfying tug nearly made him hard again as the snug fabric ended up hugging over his sheath and his waistline, all so his sac wouldn't worry about bouncing off his thighs.
Standing tall, he couldn't help but turn and face a full body mirror. Allowing himself a moment of vanity, the massive otter raised his arms. Flex. The secret was his diet, and of course exercise, but the natural genetics didn't hurt either. His rounded ears flicked as he felt more movement in his sac, causing a groan, but watching his reflection he could see a facial impression of Adrian faintly bulging out from his scrotum, though now neatly covered with those hard-working briefs. A chuckle filled the locker room while his thick tail curled around his leg to cup his hefty scrotum.
Kirk reached down, offering the bulge a soft stroke before guiding it back to be obscured by the round shape once more. "Mmrm. That's a good boy."