FSE

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"This game is so stupid." James laughed as he knelt on the beige carpet of the living room floor. The young husky tried to unjam the zipper on his old red sleeping bag. As he tugged at the stubborn metal tab, a dopey grin spread over his tapered white muzzle. "I can't believe we're playing it again."

"I didn't hear you saying no when I suggested it." The scrawny young fox named Adam unrolled his own sleeping bag. It was red like James' was, but brand new. Adam unzipped it.

"I was in the kitchen when you suggested it." James yanked on the zipper. "Besides, I'd have just gotten overruled again." The husky scowled, pinning his dark furred ears back. "Just no hitting in the balls this time, ok?"

That brought a knowing laugh from all the young friends gathered. They were all spending the night at their vulpine friend Adam's house, and had the living room to themselves. Their little group had gotten together every weekend lately. Somehow, the last three weeks in a row poor James got hit right in the balls. Actually, there was no "somehow" about it. The young husky knew it was that stupid game they were playing.

Granted, anyone playing such a game was asking for trouble. The only goal was to stumble around the living room and try to knock each other down. Even with the beige couch and mismatched blue recliners pushed aside, the game wasn't going to end well. With a bunch of boisterous youths running around it was matter of time till someone got knocked right in their furry nards, often to the amusement of everyone else.

Tonight there were four of them gathered at Adam's house. Adam was a scrawny young red fox with glasses, and the geekiest of their self-proclaimed gathering of nerds. He was the first friend James made after moving here last summer, so James spent a lot of time at his place. Through Adam, James had made friends with the rest of his group.

The young fox had a cute older sister, though Melissa was off with her own friends. It was just as well. The last time James saw Adam's sister Melissa, the tall vixen got angry and leveled poor Adam with a kick in the nuts. The memory made James cringe and laugh.

James himself was a young husky. He had a slender build, but thanks to his fluffy gray, white and black fur, it was impossible to tell whether he was scrawny or lean. A hood black fur covered his head and ringed his bright blue eyes. A hint of silvery gray peppered the otherwise white fur of his muzzle. More black fur ran down his back from his shoulders to his butt. His bushy tail had a hint of an upward arch. James' chest and belly were equal portions snowy white and silvery gray, as were his hands and feet. Tonight, the young husky was dressed in a baggy blue t-shirt and loose black pajama pants.

The rest of his friends were dressed in similar ways. Earlier that night they'd been swimming at the neighborhood's pool, kept heated clean year round. After they'd gotten back and dried off, everyone simply changed into more comfortable clothes, pajamas or baggy shorts, things like that.

The oldest of the friends by a year was Josh. Josh was a chubby, black furred wolf. He wore glasses and oversized gray pajamas with some obscure Japanese text scrawled across his shirt. Like the rest of them, he was a big dork, but quite friendly when he opened up. James secretly suspected it was Josh who'd hit him in the balls last time they played this game. He also suspected it wasn't an accident. Why, he had half a mind to get James right in the black furred wolf nuts this time. But...he didn't have any proof.

"Hah! First in! I win!"

The voice came from Tom, a cheetah. From head to tail and beyond, Tom's body was covered in golden fur that faded to pale beige along his belly. James snuck a peek when they changed, and those black spots speckled Tom everywhere. Black tear-streaks ran from the inside of his eyes down the inner edge of his short muzzle. Smaller spots ran in even lines along his cheeks.

Lean and lithe, Tom's body was already covered in taut feline muscle. Tom was most athletically gifted of all of them. Then again, that was like saying a poodle was the strongest dog among a group of Chihuahuas. It was a sliding scale. Plus, Tom was a cheetah, so James was pretty sure it was impossible for him not to be at least a little athletically gifted.

"You don't win just by getting into the bag first, Tom." Josh laughed, perking his big black furred ears. He opened up his own sleeping bag, spreading it on the carpet.

"Says who?" Tom's voice was muffled by his pale blue sleeping bag. The overactive cheetah was always the first one in. He shot to his feet, wobbling around. Nothing like a dinner of pizza and mountain dew to send an already excitable cheetah's energy level exploding through the roof. "Then how do you win?"

"You gotta be the last one standing." Adam burrowed into his own sleeping bag, shifting it left and right. Soon, just his legs and his bushy red and black tipped tail were sticking out.

"Whatever!" Tom took a few uncertain steps the space they'd cleared in the living room. His sleeping bag came to a rounded point to give the owner's feet a extra room. "I'll show you how to win this - WHAA!"

Tom tripped over Adam and fell flat on his face across the fox. Adam gave a loud cough as the cheetah landed atop him. Adam yelled out some kind of perverse insult, but between the cheetah sprawled across his head and the sleeping bag his muzzle was pressed into the fox's words were totally lost.

As Tom struggled back to his feet, he stepped on Adam's tail. The fox yelped and twisted away, and Tom burst out laughing. "Sorry dude!"

James and Josh laughed too. James watched the cheetah stumbled around, wobbling, the tip of his sleeping bag bouncing back and forth. James finally got the zipper unstuck, and as he opened up his sleeping bag. He rose to his feet, but hesitated to get inside the bag. This was so stupid.

"Seriously. No one hit me in the balls this time!" That started everyone else laughing again. James huffed, pinning his black furred ears back. "I mean it!"

"No promises!" Tom said, voice muffled by all the fabric and stuffing around him.

James glared at the feline in the blue sleeping bag. "You look like a giant condom in that thing."

"Like you know anything about condoms!" Tom laughed, blindly wandering towards Josh. The chubby wolf gave Tom a shove. The cheetah stumbled back and fell onto his butt, yowling as he landed on his own spotted tail. Inside the sleeping bag he had little room to maneuver and protect himself.

"I know more about them you do," James said, licking his nose. "Well, here goes!"

Josh climbed into his own sleeping bag, an old camouflage one looking more than a little threadbare. James didn't want to play this game, but he didn't want to be left behind, either. So he hoisted up his red sleeping bag, and pulled it up over his head. He wriggled a little, pulling the thing down until he was wrapped in warm darkness. The liner inside was a strange, blue and red plaid color, but once he was wrapped in the bag he couldn't see a thing.

With the living room lights dimmed, inside the sleeping bag was damn near inky blindness. He twisted the sleeping bag a little bit, pressing a blue eye to a seam. He could make out the fuzzy halo of one of lamps in the distance. Before he could orient himself, someone bumped into him. The husky yelped, stumbled, and tripped, falling onto his back. At least he didn't land on his tail. He coughed as he hit the ground, and groaned.

"Someone get you in the balls already, James?" Adam asked from somewhere nearby.

"Oh very funny, Ass!" Judging the fox's location by the sound of Adam's voice, James twisted around on the floor, and stuck a foot out. Something hit it, and he heard Adam give a startled yelp as he tripped and plunged flat into his face. "Hah! Not so funny when you're the one falling!"

James struggled back to his feet, wobbling. Damn, it was hard to catch your balance in a sleeping bag. It was getting a little hot in there, too. He heard someone bump into someone else, but couldn't tell who it was. Either way, James planned to ram into them. So long as he didn't miss completely and run straight into a wall the way Tom had last time. Sometimes exuberance had a price.

James managed only two steps before someone grabbed his shoulders from behind. Someone was cheating. Thick as the sleeping bag was, it was impossible to tell whose hands they were. Not wanting to get pushed down, James turned around towards whoever had grabbed him. No sooner had he turned around then someone kneed the young husky right in the balls.

"AWWWWW!" James cried out in pain as the mystery knee shot right into his young canine testicles. Whoever it was, they had good aim. Even with the sleeping bag in the way, that mystery knee nailed both gray-furred husky nuts. The sleeping bag absorbed some of the impact but enough. James doubled over, groaning and trying to grab himself as the familiar, hot pain ignited. His white-furred feet turned towards each other as his legs came together, and James dropped to his knees.

"Awwwwww, my baaaallls!" James moaned and flopped the rest of the way onto the floor.

The others all laughed when Adam teased him. "Oooh, someone got James in the balls again!"

Josh came to a stop inside his own sleeping bag, covering his own lupine crotch instinctively, his own black furred set aching a little in sympathy. "Aww, that's gotta hurt! Poor little husky balls..."

"Shut up!" James' face scrunched up. Several fangs stuck out as his muzzle twisted into a pained snarl. His blue eyes watered, he squeezed them shut. The husky pinned his black furred ears back against his head. James managed to get his hands far enough down to cradle his aching nuts. He wriggled inside the sleeping bag. "Oooooooh. Oooooh, my balls, my balls!"

Tom mewled his laughter. "Pile on James!"

Oh, damn it, not that again! Last time he got hit in the balls in this stupid game, the rest of them all tried to flop onto the squirming husky. Thankfully, from the sound of it, Tom was nowhere near James. Probably cause he was out of his sleeping bag and watching the others. That little cheater. James was sure Tom must have been the one who kneed him. Probably last time, too, since it was Tom's idea to pile on him after that.

James had a counter offer. "Somebody knee Tom in the balls for me! Then pile on him!"

That made the fox and wolf laugh, and soon Adam agreed. "Yeah, let's get Tom in the kitty nuts!"

From the other side of the room, the Cheetah hissed. "You leave my nuts out of this!"

The other males stumbled around after each other, laughing. At least they were having fun. James was fed up with this game. As soon as his balls felt better he was gonna crawl out of the sleeping bag and get a nice, cold mountain dew. And some ice for his nards.

Maybe he'd even kick Tom in his spotty cheetah balls himself. Revenge make him feel better.

James suddenly felt hands around his feet when someone grabbed his ankles. Someone else grabbed the other end of his sleeping bag. What the hell? Before he realized what was happening James was being dragged across the floor by two different people.

"What the hell?" James squirmed, trying to free his feet. "Lemme go! This isn't funny, guys!"

Damn it, what were those idiots doing now? They better not be dragging him outside. Last winter, they'd had a sleepover at their scrawny arctic friend Samuel's house. They'd jokingly talked about stripping him naked and throwing him into the snow. If they tried to do that to James...well, he wasn't sure what he'd do but somebody would get their butt kicked.

As James was dragged the lighting changed. A few brief halos of light obscured by fabric flashed before his eyes. He felt like he was in some twisted hospital, wrapped in plaid gauze as they wheeled him towards a torturous operating room. He bumped into a wall, yelping. He had to move his hands away from his crotch to try and brace himself inside the sleeping bag.

"Ow! Watch it, I almost hit my head!"

There was no reply, but there were giggles.

Female giggles.

Uh oh.

"Ummm...Hello? Lemme go! Please?"

The girls didn't reply, and James felt himself dragged around a corner. He bumped into what felt like a doorframe. Then his feet were released, and James heard whispering all around him. Sounded like at least three or four girls. Adam's sister Melissa was having her own sleepover, and James was pretty sure the girls had just 'abducted' him.

"Girls, the prisoner has arrived!" James recognized Melissa's confident voice.

"Guess I know who hit me in the balls now." James pinned his ears, glaring in the direction of Melissa's voice.

"Aw, do they hurt, Jamesy-Pup?" Melissa giggled. "I barely even kneed ya."

"Whatever." James grumbled, and squirmed. "You gonna let me outta this thing?"

James tried to scoot down towards the opening. He only managed to wriggle himself about a foot out of the thing when someone stepped down on the sleeping bag, just above the opening. The sleeping bag crinkled up, and her foot settled right between his thighs, dangerously close to his canine privates.

"Oh no you don't." He didn't recognize that voice.

James froze. "Alright, alright!"

The girl moved her foot, stepping even closer to his balls. James retreated from the female's foot, scooting all the way back up inside the sleeping bag till his black furred ears were flattened against the end of it. The girl's foot followed him all the way, and when he could retreat no further, she pressed it against his crotch. James yelped in fear and surprise. Whoever it was, he could tell the girl was barefoot. James could feel her toes wiggle a little against his sheath. The sole of her foot pressed against his canine balls. They tightened in fear.

"Found his husky stuff!" A round of boisterous female giggles followed the mystery girls announcement.

"Oh God!" James whined and squirmed, unable to escape her foot. "What are you gonna do to me? Please, don't hit me in the nuts again! It really hurts, they're still hurting from before!"

The only reply he got was the girl stepping down harder against his sheath and balls. The husky groaned. His aching balls did _not_like being stepped on. The sleeping bag suddenly felt more like a sweltering prison than a place of warm comfort. He was totally trapped in there if the girls weren't going to let him out. Aside from recognizing Melissa's voice, he had no way to know who else was out there.

James tried to reach down towards his crotch to protect his balls. The girl wiggled her foot against him as if she was trying to trap a ball under her toes. James hoped the sleeping bag made that hard to do. When he tried to fight off her foot, the girl only stepped harder on his young canine nuts.

"Awwwwhhhh!" James groaned and squirmed, muzzle scrunched as the ache intensified.

"Arms up!" Melissa snapped at him like a warden giving an inmate an order.

"Wh...what?"

"Arms up! You wanna really get stepped on?" He could hear the girls giggling. "If he doesn't lift his arms, just smush his little nuts till he does."

"No, no!" James yanked his hands away from his crotch. Oh, he hoped this wasn't a trick. If his tail had room to move it would be fully tucked between his legs right now. "I'll move my arms, alright?"

James lifted his arms up towards his body. Much to his relief, the foot on his groin relented. He took a few deep breaths. When his thudding heart calmed a little, and nuts stopped aching so much, he snapped his jaws. Just because he was trapped in a sleeping bag at the mercy of mysterious girls didn't mean they could badmouth his privates.

"And my nuts aren't little!"

"We'll be the judge of that!" A new voice struck terror in the young husky's heart. "Ok, let's get his pants!"

"What?!" James nearly shrieked. They had to be kidding. He started to reach down to grab onto his pajamas for security's sake, only to have that foot press down against his canine privates. "Ooooooh!" James groaned, pulling his hands back up. "Ok, ok, stop!"

Whoever was stepping on him gave a little snarl. "Leave your arms up, or I'm gonna kick you there!"

With a fearful whimper, the young husky withdrew his arms, putting them alongside his torso best he could. This time, the girls weren't taking chances. They knelt down all around him, feeling at him through the sleeping bag until they found his arms. Then the girls pinned James' arms to the ground. As if that wasn't bad enough, one of the girls soon got the bright idea that it would be easier to pin a squirming husky down if she just sat on him. After all, not like he could put up much of a fight inside a sleeping bag.

The girl's weight settled against James' chest. Her butt felt soft, her body warm against his own. Under other circumstances, it would have been a little erotic. He squirmed when the girl's tail battered his face and muzzle through the sleeping bag. The mystery foot lifted from his crotch and soon someone began to unzip the sleeping bag a little bit.

"Be a good boy now." The girl seated on his chest giggled at him, wagging her tail. "We all know just where to hit you if you're a bad puppy." She patted his crotch.

"I'll be good." For now, anyway. James wheezed. "You're kinda squishin' me!"

If the girl cared, she didn't show it. By now he was starting to wonder if Adam and the others had even noticed he was gone. For a moment he thought they'd come to help him. Then he realized none of them would want to mess with Melissa and her friends. No way they'd stir up that particular hornet's nest and end up like him. Nope, he was on his own.

"It's really hot in here." James panted.

The girl seated atop him wiggled her butt against his chest. She patted the husky's crotch again. "Stop whinin'. Be a good pup and maybe you'll get a treat."

The familiar metallic zipping sound told James they'd just opened the sleeping bag a little. Cool air rushed over his feet and legs. He wiggled his toes. One of the girls grabbed his feet and pulled them together. Another girl reached in, and grabbed a handful of his black pajama bottoms. The girl holding his feet released his ankles to grab his pajamas, too. The girls began to tug them back and forth, and almost immediately James could feel them sliding down his body. It was only a moment till the tip of his sheath popped out of his pajamas, now hidden from the girls only by the sleeping bag.

"I'm not wearing any underwear!" Sudden, humiliating fear filled his belly with ice.

His admission only caused the girls to laugh even harder. One of the girls started chanting. "Pants the hus-ky! Pants the hus-ky! Pants the hus-ky!"

With that, the girls gave his pajamas a few mighty tugs. One tug exposed the rest of the canine's sheath, the next caused the young husky's testicles to pop out into the open. The third pulled his pajamas all the way down past his hips. The only resistance was the tail flap and it came open easily. A few more tugs and the canine's black pajamas slid smoothly down his legs. The girls pulled his pants over his white furred feet, leaving the husky totally naked from the waist down.

Outside the sleeping bag, one of the girls stood up, no doubt to thrust his pants into the air like a trophy. "We got his pants! We got his pants!"

Another girl added to the cheering. "Yeah, we rock, oh yeah!" Then she giggled, and nudged one of his feet with her own. "We got a naked husky, that's what we got."

"Is he really naked under there?" The girl seated atop him poked at his sheath, giggling. "I can feel his thing, but it's hard to tell with the bag."

"Yes!" James squealed in horror, trying to draw his feet up into the sleeping bag. He wanted to reach down and cover his privates but did not dare. "I am!"

"Maybe he's lying..."

"Only one way to find out!"

Oh no. Oh. No.

"I'll peek." Melissa's voice bubbled with wicked glee. "The rest of you get to wait."

The girls all laughed, and James could hear one of them come to rest at the end of the sleeping bag. Must have been Melissa. She grasped the unzipped sleeping bag flap and slowly lifted it up. A wave of cool air wafted into the sleeping bag, across James' legs and over his quite naked privates. The young husky's silvery, gray-furred balls tightened up and icy coils twisted in his stomach. This couldn't be happening.

"Oh. My. God." Now there was even more wicked delight in Melissa's voice. "Now I know what husky balls look like!" Melissa was enjoying this far too much. "He's definitely naked under there. I can totally see his balls! They look like fat gray-furred grapes."

Well, there was one thing to cross off his bucket list. Be naked in front of a girl. This was hardly the way he'd imagined it, though. Humiliation was definitely outweighing the excitement, even if he did feel a little tingle in his sheath.

"I told you." James tried to keep the whine out of his voice. "Can I go now?"

"Oh no." Melissa dropped the flap back down, cutting off the flow of cold air. "Not till we're done with you."

James' heart sank. Just how long were they gonna keep him trapped in the damn sleeping bag? At least the cool air helped. "I'm gonna suffocate in here."

"You can't suffocate in a sleeping bag, stupid. Besides, if you really feel like you're running out of air, I mean, actually gonna pass out, say something." Melissa nudged him with her foot. "We'll poke a hole up by your head or something."

James sighed, then groaned and wriggled. "I gotta cramp...can you move your butt, a little?"

The girl atop him laughed and scooted down his body. "So, what now?"

"Now." James could just about hear Melissa's tail wagging in excitement. "We have some fun! Ok girls, who wants to reach in and feel some naked sheath and balls?"

James' heart hammered in his chest as a chorus of giggles and "Me's!" rang out around him. Honestly, he was almost as flattered as he was shocked. All the girls wanted to touch his privates? Really? Just knowing girls wanted to touch his sheath made it tingle and swell. He licked his nose, squirming beneath the weight of the girl on his chest.

"You know..." He stammered a little. "If-If you wanted to touch my sheath, you coulda just asked! You didn't have to knee me and step on me and drag me in here."

"But where's the fun in that?" The girl sitting on him wagged her tail against his head.

"Alright, girls." Melissa settled down alongside him, "Gather round! Maybe we can all get our hands into that sleeping bag at the same time." James felt Melissa move up alongside him, unzipping the sleeping bag further to give the girls more room. "He's probably going to get a boner pretty fast, so if you want to feel his sheath, do it soon. Oh, and James?"

"Y-yes, Melissa?" He replied, wondering if she'd admit to her identity or not.

Melissa's laugh made James wonder how one vixen could fit so much evil excitement into one giggle. "It's okay to get a boner."

That made James smile. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all. "I'm already sorta getting one."

All the girls laughed. The girl atop him groped at him, then rubbed his sheath through the sleeping bag. The padding between fingers and privates did little to diminish the pleasure and excitement of being touched, and James couldn't help but give a throaty moan.

"Good boy." She rubbed him a little more, then pulled her hand back.

Once all the girls were settled around him, they slipped their hands inside the sleeping bag. Fingers brushed his legs and ruffled the husky's thick, silken fur. The girls' groping hands were like foreign invaders, slowly probing their way into sacred and forbidden lands. James propped the sleeping bag up away from his face with a hand, straining to try and make out the details of the girls' fingers. He saw a cute black furred hand that was probably Melissa's. Near it was an elegant, feline looking hand with golden fur and pinkish pads. Melissa had a lioness friend named Sarah. James had met her a few times, she was awfully cute. Ooh, maybe that was her hand.

James's view was cut short when the girl atop him violently wagged what felt like a thickly-furred canine tail against the sleeping bag. Her tail buffeted the bag against his face till he reluctantly let the plaid fabric come to rest against his snout.

"No peeking!" The mystery girl snarled playfully from her seat atop his belly.

"I wasn't!" James said, frustrated. "My face was just too hot..."

"Liar!" The girl found James' sheath through the sleeping bag, and flicked the very tip of it, making him yelp. "Somebody pinch one of his nards for lying!"

"Okay, okay, I was trying to see their hands!" James whined, splaying his ears. "Don't pinch my nut! Please! It really hurts!"

"Oh?" Melissa asked, giggling. "You've had your nuts pinched before?"

"...Yes." James felt like he was getting backed into a very embarrassing corner.

"By who?" Another girl's fingers crawled up his furry leg.

"Couple people." The husky's murmured words were barely audible.

Melissa, clearly the leader of her wicked yet curious little gang, addressed the group. "We can ask him that stuff later. Or next time! But bringing up too many painful memories might stop him from getting a boner. And I know Sarah wants to feel one of those!"

The other girls giggled, and Sarah gasped. Then there was a smacking sound and Melissa yipped. James wasn't sure if Sarah was offended by the implication that she wanted to feel a canine's erection, or just upset Melissa had revealed her presence.

By now, James could clearly feel three different hands roaming the inside of his sleeping bag. Only the girl atop him didn't have her hand inside. She'd probably get her turn next. One hand found his knee and squeezed it, sending shivers up his spine. The shivers doubled when another hand began to gently knead at the young husky's inner thigh. Whoever she was, she tugged at the thicker fur there, teasing it. Then the girl's fingers slowly worked up the husky's silver furred thigh, squeezing every inch of it till she found the area where James' leg met the rest of his body. The back of her hand brushed the bottom of husky's furry balls.

James shuddered and moaned, clenching his hands into fists. Female fingers brushed the husky's silvery, gray-furred testicles with gentle, curious touches. They rubbed his furry nuts back and forth, causing the plump grapes to shift and roll within his sac. James had never had his testicles touched gently by a girl before. Even held captive in a sleeping bag as a toy for their own explorations, the feeling was exquisite.

"Oooooooohh, God." James' eyes rolled back, his sheath swelling.

"Sounds like someone found something naughty already." The girl atop him giggled.

"It's me." He recognized Sarah's voice. "I found his balls."

"Oooh! What do they feel like?" He didn't recognize the third girl's voice, but she was squeezing his knee.

"Ummm." Sarah gently captured one of the canine orbs between her thumb and two fingers. James groaned as she rolled it around, exploring its size and shape. "Kind of like a big grape, like Melissa said. Only, it's really smooth, sort of rubbery I guess."

"Oh!" The other girl giggled, teasing the inside of James' knee, dull claws scratching his skin. "I wanna feel it! Where is it?"

"Where do you think?" Melissa's fingers danced up his other thigh, ruffling his fur. "Follow his leg up to his body."

"I would if you weren't in the way!"

"Are you calling me fat?"

"I'm calling you a slut for hogging all the balls!"

That made all four girls laugh. James wasn't sure why that was funny. Probably an inside joke. Didn't girls hate it when they were called that word? Then again, the girls probably wouldn't understand the jokes he shared with Adam and the others, either.

"I'm not even touching his balls." Melissa's tail flicked the sleeping bag. James could picture it, bushy and red, tipped in black. Wagging behind her cute butt. Ooh, Melissa had such a cute butt. "Sarah's the one touching his balls."

Then again, Sarah had a cute butt too. Melissa was closer to his own breed, but Sarah had such a nice body. No wonder Adam had such a crush on her. Plus, Sarah was the one touching his balls. Maybe he could get used to this.

A hand slid all the way up his leg and over his hip. It ruffled his fur, raising goosebumps beneath it. The girl scooted closer to his head, unzipping the sleeping bag a little more.

"There," Melissa said. "Now there's room for all three of us on this side. I'm gonna touch his sheath, so if you girls wanna feel that before we get to Husky Boner City, better do it now."

"Husky Boner City?" James laughed despite the situation. "You're weird, Melissa."

"And you're my prisoner." The vixen's voice was smooth and confident. "So unless you want me to squeeze your nuts like stress balls, you'd better be a good pup for this weird girl."

James found himself feeling emboldened by the way she was playfully teasing him. After all, this was probably her idea, right? And the girls clearly wanted to touch his privates, even if they didn't want him to know who was touching what. They also seemed to like the idea of the young husky getting hard as a rock, which helped to give his confidence a boost.

James had never been that popular with girls before, and being captured in his own sleeping bag hadn't exactly boosted his ego. At first he was sure they were just going to tease and torment him. Now that he realized that had something more erotic in mind, he couldn't help but feel a little bold and playful.

"Oh, I'll be a very good pup." James grinned inside the sleeping bag.

"Nice to know."

For a few moments, Melissa just rubbed his belly. Then Melissa slipped her hands lower to his hip. She walked her fingers inward, tapping them against the husky's belly. When she reached his sheath, she laid all four fingers against it. James sucked in a breath, his body taut. That was the very first time any girl had ever touched his sheath. Just the soft, warm pressure of a girl's fingers resting against the furry tube was an amazing sensation all by itself.

"Found your sheath," Melissa said, her voice a throaty whisper.

"I-I noticed," James replied, trying to keep his voice even. "You're...definitely at the outskirts of Husky Boner City!"

"I noticed that, too." Melissa giggled, gently rubbing his sheath. He was already thick inside it, with an inch of tapered flesh peeking out. She rubbed the young husky's sheath up and down, ruffling up the fine, soft fur then smoothing it down. Each stroke made James moan. Melissa pressed a single warm finger pad against the hot, smooth flesh peeking from the furred tube. "I just hope it's a nice big city, and not a teeny, tiny little village."

"It's...well..."

James stammered. He wasn't the best endowed canine around, but not the worst, either. As far as he knew it was still growing. Or maybe it had already reached adult size? He wasn't sure. He also wasn't sure how well it compared to other male canines. It wasn't as though he'd seen many other males' erections. He'd seen sheaths and balls of course, in the locker room and changing for swimming.

Heck, just that day he'd snuck a few peeks while they changed for the pool. And there was the occasional humiliating locker room boner someone would get teased for. Plus, what young male hadn't found a way to peek at some porn? Some of those males were massive. But that was what they were paid for, and James was pretty sure he was at least decent sized. Besides, the girls wouldn't know any better, would they?

"It might not be a huge metropolis...." James grinned. "But it's a pretty good sized suburb!"

That made the girls laugh. James was pretty proud of himself for that one. That was pretty quick witted.

Melissa though, was even quicker. "No wonder it's growing so fast."

That had the girls laughing even harder. James was quick to join in, his own laugh filled with nervous excitement as the girls continued to explore him. The third girl found the husky's genitals next. At first, she just caressed his balls, feeling the fur of his canine scrotum and remarking on how silky soft it was. Sarah rolled his left ball around between her thumb and fingers, and soon the third girl was mimicking her with the right testicle.

Then the girls pushed against each other a little, leaning over him as they let their hands swap places. Sarah played with the husky's right ball, her graceful lioness fingers rolling that tender orb of silken-furred flesh around against her velvety paw pads. James could do little more than shiver and moan in pleasure. He closed his eyes, swiftly sliding from his sheath.

"This one's not as big." Sarah commented as much to herself as the other girls. "His left nard is bigger than the other."

"Yup!" Melissa giggled. "I saw that when I peeked under there."

"Is that normal?" Asked the girl seated atop him. "Maybe you broke something when you kneed him."

"I think it's normal," Melissa said, though she laughed at the idea of her knee somehow making one of them increase in size. "I've seen a few pictures, and stuff."

"And you've pinched guys' nuts enough times you oughta have a good idea," Sarah said, her laugh rising above the others.

"That too," Melissa said, rubbing the tip of James' unsheathing tool.

"Is it normal, James?" Sarah pinched the husky's right testicle.

James gave a throaty groan of discomfort, his right ball still tender from that earlier knee. It ached sharply as she pinched it. "Y-Yes! Ow! Ow! Yes! It's normal. Most guys have one ball that's a little bigger or a little lower! Or both."

"Oh? How do you know?"

"Because I've seen them!" James regretted blurting that out in an instant. Why didn't he just tell them he learned it in health class?

"Oh, you look at lots of guys' balls, huh James?" Melissa's smirk was evident in her voice.

"I meant...in the locker room..."

"You shouldn't be peeking at all the other males when they're changing, you little pervert." Melissa ran a single finger against his exposed and increasingly erect tool, turning any reply into a loud groan. "Besides, Adam told me you got a boner when you all went skinny dipping, but I thought he was just trying to embarrass you."

James yipped in horror. "He told you that?!"

"No," Melissa said, and all the girls burst out laughing. "But you just did."

James face flushed crimson beneath all the fur, and the inside of his pointed, black-furred ears burned scarlet. Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why'd he have to say that? It hadn't been his fault, it wasn't like he'd gotten turned on by seeing the other males naked. ...Was it? No, of course not. And even the skinny dipping itself was just an impromptu thing.

A few weeks ago the Gathering of Nerds had been down at the pool at night. A few dares had been issued, and before long Tom stripped off his suit and jumped naked in the pool. After that, they all did it. They couldn't let the cheetah be the only one brave enough to swim nude. Spotty Butt would have never let them live it down.

It was just James' bad luck that he hadn't masturbated that day, and he couldn't help thinking about naked girls. Surely, it wasn't the fact he'd peeked around at all his friends' sheaths and balls that caused him to get a boner, was it? Of course not! It was the thoughts of bouncing boobs in his mind's eye that got him hard. Right? Right! Not that it stopped the others from laughing at him when someone spotted the red husky spear jutting up under the water.

"Did he really get a boner skinny dipping with Adam?"

"I guess so!"

"Hey, James?" Sarah let her fingers wander up the husky's sheath, now retracting as his member emerged. His knot remained sheathed, but little more remained inside him. "Does Adam have a big sheath?"

"What?" James whined, shaking his head under the sleeping bag. "I-I dunno, I didn't stare or anything!"

"But you looked, didn't you?" She giggled. "Is it bigger or smaller than yours?"

"I...I dunno! Stop asking me these questions!"

The girl atop him growled at her trapped prisoner. "Pinch his nut! Make him answer!"

"Good idea!" The lioness slipped her fingers back down to grasp one of the husky's gray furred testicles. She trapped it between her thumb and two fingers, and squeezed it sharply. "Is Adam's sheath big or small?"

"Aaaaaaaah!" James cried out, his back arching, pressing his erection up into Melissa's hand. She wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing as if to keep him from softening. "I-I dunno!"

Sarah tightened her grip on the furry canine nard trapped in her fingers. "Tell me if it's bigger or smaller than yours, or I'll pinch your ball till you cry."

"S-smaller!" James whined and wriggled back and forth beneath the girl seated on him. His red sleeping bag rustled up against the girls that surrounded it. "But not a lot smaller."

"Is yours the biggest, then?" Sarah maintained her dominant grip on that tender little jewel of husky flesh, the tender orb still aching.

"N-No!" James gave a long, shuddering canine whine of pain, his face scrunching up. "Awwww! C'mon!"

"So you did look?"

"Yes! Now let go of my nut!"

"No." Sarah pinched the jewel till James yowled, back aching again. Then she relaxed her grip and rolled that canine nut around to try and ease the pain. "Don't be such a wimp, it can't be that bad. Now, if you're a good pup, I'll stop pinching it."

Melissa pumped her hand against James' shaft, leaving him trembling in confused delight. "Gonna be a good pup?"

"Yes!"

"Good." Sarah eased her grip to a gentle massage. "Now, whose was the biggest?"

James swallowed, feeling like he'd painted himself into an increasingly humiliating corner. His eyes were watering now, and not just from the pain. This had quickly gone from increasingly delightful to increasingly traumatic. So maybe he was just a little curious about other males, did that have to haunt him for the rest of his life? God, what if they told everyone? They'd probably kick him out of the group. What if they told everyone else?

"Come on," Sarah said softly, trying to coax him into speaking. "It's not like we care if you're gay."

James nearly chocked on his tongue. "I'm not-!"

Melissa, for once, was the voice of reason. "Oh, trust me girls, I assure you our husky friend here is anything but gay. Now, he might be bi, and if he is..." She paused to rub at James' chest through the sleeping bag with her free hand. "That's perfectly okay. Look, James, we're just having a bit of fun teasing you is all. Heh, don't tell him I told you this, but Adam once got caught with a boner in the locker room last year."

"He...he did?" James was incredulous.

"Yup." Melissa giggled, still stroking his member. By now the husky was almost fully erect. Only the pinching and the sudden rush of humiliation had kept his knot sheathed. "And him and that scrawny coyote you guys hang out with sometimes? Alex? They both got boners skinny dipping together, too."

"Really?" James laughed, he felt a little better.

"Mhm. And that didn't stop that coyote from getting hard when I plopped down in his lap, or Adam from getting a boner when he peeked in on Sarah changing."

"When he WHAT?!" Sarah nearly screamed, and Melissa started laughing.

"I'll tell you later," the vixen said, still giggling.

"Tell me now, so I can kick his ass!"

"Oh, no. It was a while ago. He'd had a really shitty week, got beat up at school. Twice."

"You beat him up too!"

Melissa's voice took a softer, sympathetic tone James hadn't heard from her before. Especially when she was talking about Adam. It was nice to know that when the chips were really down, Melissa still loved her brother. "No, I mean really beat up. Like coughing up blood beat up."

"Oh..." Sarah quieted down.

"Yeah." All the girls were quiet a moment, then Melissa went on. "So I kicked the crap out of the guy who did it, and was real nice to Adam for a while. Little runt's got a major crush on you, yanno. I caught him peeking on you when you were changing and...Well I let it slide. I made him stop peeking but I just told him to get lost before you saw him. Sorry."

"Yeah, well..." Sarah sighed and then laughed. "Guess he earned it. I'll kick him in the nuts for it later."

That made all the girls laugh again, and Melissa said "That's the spirit! Anyway the whole point of that story was to make James realize it's okay if he peeks at other guys. We don't care. Don't think Adam would, either."

James still wasn't sure about all that, but he did feel a little better. "Th-thanks."

"You're welcome. Now, let's finish our trip to Husky Boner City."

The girls all worked together to give the young husky the biggest boner of his life. Hands roamed up and down his furry thighs. Someone squeezed the inside of his knee, tickled his inner thigh. Another hand ran through the fur of his tail, squeezing it near its base. Then someone slipped her hand beneath his rump to squeeze the husky's butt while another girl wrapped her fingers around his balls, caressing them. Before long, hands were roaming everywhere across the young husky's most private regions and James completely lost track of who was doing what to him. All he knew was that he was harder than he'd ever been in all his life. Soon, mysterious fingers pinched gently at his knot, coaxing it to swell up a bit.

"Has everyone felt his knot?" Melissa asked.

"I'm not sure," Sarah said.

"Here, I'll help you. Feline boys don't have one of these, but canines do." Melissa guided Sarah's hand up from his thigh, over his balls, and to the base of his cock. His knot was still hidden within his sheath, and soon, the feline's fingers were gently squeezing it. "Pull his sheath down a little."

Sarah did just that, tugging down the canine's sheath till his increasingly bulbous knot was exposed and pressed against Sarah's fingers. "Ooooh, it's kinda big." Sarah murmured. "All canines have that, right?"

"Hey, someone actually paid attention in health class," Melissa said. "Yeah, all canine males do. Right James?"

"Yeah." James murmured. His mind was elsewhere as Sarah began to knead the highly sensitive, swollen flesh. "It...gets a lot bigger when we cum."

"Do you jack it off?" The girl seated atop him rubbed his erection through the sleeping bag.

"Yeah," James said, voice thick with lust and pleasure. "Though...I think it's just called jacking off. Not jacking 'it' off."

"Shut up, Pup." The girl pinning him laughed.

"Well girls," Melissa said, wrapping her fingers around the husky's erection again. He groaned for them, his tail wagging inside the sleeping bag, brushing all three girls' arms. "We've definitely made it to Husky Boner City." Melissa gave it a single, slow stroke; the pleasure rolled through James and made him whine. Then she let it go. "Alright, you girls feel it now."

Sarah reached up to find the husky's hard-on next. She ran her paw pads against it, gently rubbing it up and down a few times without actually working her fingers all the way around it. Her touch felt like warm heaven to the young husky. James was starting to realize if the girls kept this up he'd be cumming in a hurry. Sarah rubbed the tip of it back and forth till James was wriggling like a trapped worm, and a bit of pre had moistened her fingertips.

"Wow." Sarah gave a sheepish laugh. "It's really smooth, and hot. It...feels really big."

"Thanks!" James managed to squeak out, both thrilled and delighted. He was really big? Really? Big?

"Have you ever actually felt one before?" Melissa asked the other girl.

"...No," Sarah admitted after a moment. "So, I guess maybe it's not that big."

"Awww." James whined aloud, his ears drooping. "Have...you touched one before, Melissa?"

"One." Melissa flicked her tail against the sleeping bag. "I...uh..." She giggled, running her fingers through James' fur. "I jerked off another fox at camp last summer. He's my age, and yours is about the same size as his. So you're actually pretty good sized!"

"Oh." James perked his ears back up. "Awesome! Do you..." His mouth went dry. He worked his tongue against his teeth, trying to work up his courage. Though his heart had been steadily hammering away this whole time, thinking about taking a little initiative in this game had it pounding even hardly. Still...girls like bold, confident guys, right? "Do you girls wanna see it?"

"What was that?" Melissa switched places with Sarah, wrapping her fingers around James' tool. She pumped her hand, stroking the young husky's cock. Her paw pads were soft and warm. So much nicer than his own. Oh God, he thought. That felt sooooo good! Her stroking was very slow but firm. Soon James was easing his rump off the ground, rolling his hips against Melissa's hand. "Do you want to show us your boner, Husky?"

"Yes!" James nearly yapped in delight. "Yes! I want to show you my boner!"

"Well, girls?" Melissa sounded like a queen addressing her subordinates. "Do you want to see a canine boner?"

For once, the girls didn't laugh or giggle. They just unzipped the sleeping bag all the way to his belly. The girl seated atop him rose to make it easier to open up the husky's warm, silken tomb. Instead of pinning him, she settled for holding the top half of the sleeping bag in place to prevent his escape.

Melissa pulled away the lower half of the sleeping bag. Cold air washed over James' body, leaving just the top half of his chest and face totally by the sleeping bag. James pulled up his blue shirt, leaving his canine privates completely exposed to curious female eyes.

James' prominent erection lay against his belly, ruby red atop silvery-white fur. Like all canines, James' member was thickest round its knotted base, even when the knot was not fully engorged. It tapered down to a rather unique sort of canine point. James was a good size for a young husky. The husky's silvery-gray testicles were just as exposed, hanging loosely beneath his knot despite the cooler air outside the sleeping bag. The left husky-nut hung a bit lower than the right.

James had never felt so exposed or so aroused. Surrounded by girls with his most private parts now completely on display. The way his heart was pounded, his stomach twisted, and his erection throbbed made him wonder if this was just natural nervousness. Or did some secret part of the husky get a twisted thrill being so exposed against his will? Well, sort of against his well. The sudden influx of cold air across the husky's privates caused his gray-furred balls to tighten up a little bit but did nothing to diminish the hardness of his canine penis.

"Oooh, it really is pretty big!" That came from the girl who'd been sitting atop him.

"Yeah, it is," the third girl said. "I mean, it's the only one I've ever seen, but it looks impressive."

"Thanks, Ladies!" James couldn't help himself. He laughed, his fluffy tail wagging.

"Aww, his tail is so cute!" The other unknown girl giggled. "I wanna hug it."

"I think his balls are cute." Sarah reached out to brush them with her fingers. James moaned, and Sarah rubbed them a little more. "Kinda lopsided and adorable."

James lifted the sleeping bag a tiny bit. He could see his own erection staring back at him, the tiny slit in it's tapered tip nearly pointing at his face. James stared at Sarah's fingers dancing across his furry balls. They like five golden goddesses caressing his most valuable jewels.

"You have beautiful hands."

"Thank you!" Sarah smiled at him, then realized he could see her. "Hey! No peeking!"

With a huff, James let the sleeping bag fall back into place. "No fair. You get to see me, but I don't get to see you?"

"That's how life is, James. Unfair." The girl who'd been atop him laughed, reaching out to brush his cock with a single finger. As he whimpered, she added, "Maybe if we play this game again, we'll give you something to peek at."

At least the fresh air that rushed inside while James peeked had cooled off the inside of the sleeping bag. As that single pad continued to caress his erection, James gathered up every nerve he could find. When he had enough to make himself feel a little bolder again, he asked another question. "So...umm...is this the first time you girls have seen balls? Or...an unsheathed dick? Besides Melissa, I mean."

"It's the first time I've seen anything." Sarah giggled, playing with his balls.

James hoped that meant she'd always remember him. Adam wasn't the only one who kinda had a crush on Sarah. Truth be told, James had a bit of a thing for Melissa, too. This was nearly a dream come true for the young husky. Other than the part about being trapped in a sleeping bag and getting his nards pinched. Still, he might as well enjoy what he could.

"Yeah, my first time too," said one of the two girls he couldn't identify.

The girl who'd been sitting on top of him drummed his fingers against his member. "I've seen pictures of boners, but...this is the first time I've seen one in person."

James blushed deeply under his fur. Asking such question was embarrassing for him, but it was also kind of exciting. He enjoyed getting to act bold. "Well...um...what do you think? Now that you've seen one."

"I can't speak for every guy's thing." Something in her voice made James imagine a wicked, leonine smirk upon her short, cute muzzle. "But I think yours is pretty awesome."

That was the single greatest thing James had ever heard in all his life. Before he could even answer her or thank her, one of the girls suddenly grabbed his hard-on and began to stroke it. Whoever it was, she was stroking it a hell of a lot rougher and faster than before. The pleasure came quickly, intensely. Almost too intensely. The girl was being rougher on such sensitive flesh than she likely realized. James' gray-furred canine balls were soon bouncing around beneath it, bobbling back and forth, and all the girls started laughing.

"Look at his nards!" Sarah giggled like mad.

"Yeah, they're bouncing around like two furry Superballs," said Melissa.

"What the hell's a superball?"

"You know, those rubber balls you used to get for like a quarter? In the little machine? You throw them on the ground and they bounce really high?"

"Oh! I thought they called those Bouncyballs."

"Who the hell ever heard of a Bouncyball?"

"James has two bouncy balls right now!"

That made all the girls laugh but James had no idea who was babbling about what kind of balls. The pleasure from the forceful stroking was all he knew. It washed over his body in constant, crashing waves. It soaked into his mind and numbed him to everything else. It was so sudden, so intense he could almost see the colors of it, washing red and angry and ferociously blue and blissful over his mind. James humped at the girl's hand, his tail thumping against the floor. His gray furred balls bounced to and fro.

"Ah! Ah! Uuh! UNN! AAH! UHH!" James began to cry out in pleasure with each hard stroke and thrust. A little line of clear canine pre dribbled down his shaft. The girl's hand worked it into his flesh, slickening their union. His cries got louder as he drew near a quickly-building crescendo. "AAH! AAAHHHH!"

"Stop it, stop it!" Melissa swatted at the other girls hand till she laughed and let go, unknowingly leaving James lingering right at the edge of release. "You're gonna make him cum!"

"I thought we wanted to make him cum?"

"Not till everyone has had a chance to do what you just did."

James lay against the floor, panting. Hot breath filled the sleeping bag. "Nnurrrr. Was...really close."

"Told you," Melissa said. "Give him a minute to come back down."

James took a few deep breaths, struggling to pull back from the edge of release. He felt like a rock climber who'd ascended nearly to the very peak of the towering, jagged spire he'd waited to conquer his entire life, only to be ordered to climb back down and wait a little longer.

As he caught his breath, the girls kept touching him. They teased at the fur of his thighs. Claw tips both dull and sharp scratched lightly at the sensitive skin beneath the husky's fur. One of the girls traced a single finger pad around the edges of his swollen knot. Another cupped the young husky's furry balls in her hand. She let them rest against the pad of her palm while gently rubbing them with her fingers, rolling them around within their silken enclosure.

"His balls are bigger than I thought they'd be," said the girl holding them, much to James' delight.

"Really?" asked Melissa. "How big did you think they'd be?"

"I dunno, like...well, maybe not peanuts, but maybe grapes? These are more like walnuts."

"Yeah." Sarah ruffled the fur of James' scrotum with a finger. "They're a little bigger than I thought balls were, too."

Melissa leaned over him, twisting her fingers against his knot. "He does have a nice little husky set, doesn't he."

"Is this how big all guys' balls are?" James felt one of the mystery girl's fingers prodding at his orbs, pushing them back and forth in their sac while another girl held them.

Melissa growled in thought. "I'm not sure. I don't think. The fox I saw at camp, his were about the same size. I've pinched Adam and Jerrod enough to know Adam's are smaller and Jerrod's are bigger. I think James' are good sized, maybe a bit more than average for a husky? Why don't we ask James?"

James wasn't sure how to reply to that. Melissa must have been expecting an answer, because she flicked the husky's left testicle. The pain made him yelp and squirm.

"Well, James?" Melissa patted the husky's naked balls. "How do your nuts compare to other males? Like what about the group you and my brother hang out with. Are yours the biggest?"

Taking a deep breath as the pain eased, James shook his head, muzzle brushing against the plaid liner inside the sleeping bag. "No. Josh actually has the biggest balls, but mine are second biggest."

"Oooh!" One of the mystery girls cooed. "Chubby boy's got big balls!"

"Does he have one lower, like you do?"

James was thankful they couldn't see the crimson flush heating the inside of his ears. "Yeah. His left one hangs lower than his right. They're both a little, um, looser than mine I guess."

"Oh wow!" Sarah giggled like mad. James heard her tail tuft rustle as she swished it. "Sounds like you were staring."

"I was not!" James replied a little too fast and a little too defensively. "It's just, well, he was facing away from me earlier, changing into his swim suit, and...I happened to glance towards him just when he bent over. And it was pretty hard to miss them hanging under his butt."

"Oh my god!" Sarah's voice sounded muffled. James imagined her covering her muzzle with both hands, filled her with both embarrassment and wicked excitement. "You can see them...from...from behind?"

"Sometimes." James felt like a traitor to the male gender, spilling their secrets to these wicked girls. On the other hand, he also felt good giving the girls what they wanted. Maybe cooperation would earn a reward. "Like when it's warm and we bend over and our tails aren't tucked."

"No wonder it's so easy to kick you guys from behind." Melissa laughed, and the other girls joined in. James shivered when he felt Melissa walking her fingers along his erection. She tapped her finger pads all the way up to the tip of his shaft, and then back down past his knot and over his balls again. "Maybe next time we abduct you, we'll make you get naked and bend over for us so we can see yours from behind."

"N-next time?" James gulped, his ears pinned back.

"Unless you'd rather we abduct someone else, instead?" James couldn't tell if Melissa was serious or trying to inspire some kind of twisted jealousy.

"Yeah, maybe we'll just abduct Adam," Sarah said.

"Ugh." Melissa groaned. James imagined her cute black-tipped vixen ears pinned back and her black smudged snout all scrunched up in distaste. "We picked James because he's not related to any of us!"

"And because he's cute!" Sarah's comment made James beam, his tail wagging.

"True." James' heart swelled at Melissa's agreement. Two girls thought he was cute? Wow! Even with the nut shots he'd taken, this was starting to feel more and more like his lucky day. Especially when Melissa went on. "Okay, Sarah, I think he's come down enough. Your turn to jack him off for a bit. Just do it slow, so you don't accidentally set him off."

"I'll let you know if I'm getting too close." James feared if his heart thumped any harder it was going to rattle the pictures right off Melissa's walls.

As Sarah shifted, her body and tail brushed the inside of James' naked thighs, ruffling his fur. The lioness came to rest just between James' legs so he spread them to accommodate her. She took his tail in her hands, ran her fingers through his thick fur, then tucked his tail to the side to avoid kneeling on it. James felt Sarah's warm fur rustle against his own as her legs brushed his. The top of her knees touched his bare butt, just where his legs met his body.

Wait, he could feel her fur? Wasn't she wearing pajama pants, though? Oh, god! She wasn't! At least, he didn't think she was. But then...what was she wearing? James had the sudden, delightful image of Sarah kneeling there, completely naked. Her breasts, round and perky in his mind, hanging free. Silky golden fur covered them save for those beautiful pink nipples. Her sex mostly hidden away while she had her legs together, but that was alright, that was alright. She'd spread her legs soon enough, and...

...And James snapped out of it when he felt Sarah's fingers brush his canine erection. If he fantasized too much, he'd end up making a mess before the girls were ready. But what choice did he have when a beautiful female was stroking him off? James moaned for Sarah when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. The lioness' fingers felt delicate, graceful. Her pads were warm and delightfully soft. When she'd wrapped the husky's maleness in her hand, he felt completely enclosed by warm bliss.

Sarah stroked him very slowly. Her movements where the exact opposite of whoever had previously played with him. That girl had really put the 'jerk' in jerk off. She'd yanked his cock in every direction far too much force. Sure, the husky nearly came, but it was as if the young canine's brain thought ejaculation was a viable method of defense against the sudden rough treatment.

Where the last girl seemed to try and permanently increase the length of the husky's penis, Sarah touched him as if tending a wounded animal. Every movement of her hand, every rub of her fingers was a blissful, comforting caress. The pleasure that resulted was deep and loving, yet slow to build. Sarah stroked him all the way to his tapered red tip, then let her hand glide back down the husky's tool until she brushed his furry balls.

"Oh, God!" James' breathing was slow and very deep now. When Sarah gave him another long, slow stroke, his moans grew more drawn out. "Oooooooh, God!"

For once, the other girls fell into a hushed silence. There was no chatter between them, no chit chat and no silly remarks. They seemed as enraptured by what Sarah was doing to James as the husky was. James imagined them all sitting around him, staring with wide eyes as Sarah held his ruby red erection in thrall. It was as if her fingers were snake charmers and his cock the crimson serpent she had coaxed forth to do her bidding. Heh, a little too much coaxing and she'd be holding a spitting cobra. James couldn't help laughing at that.

"What?" Sarah's hand stilled. "Does it tickle?"

"No." James shook his hidden head. "Just...a silly thought. That...that feels amazing, Sarah."

"Good," Sarah said, her voice soft. "Do...do guys like it when we play with their balls, while we do this?"

"I think so." James couldn't speak for everyone. Hell, he could hardly even speak for himself given this was his first time. "I know I'd sure like that. As long as you were gentle, I mean."

That got a laugh from all the girls, Sarah included. "Keep being a good pup, and I'll be very gentle."

James' only reply was a happy moan as Sarah gently worked the fingers of her other hand around the young husky's balls. She cradled them as lovingly as she would a pair of fragile eggs from some rare and endangered bird. Ever so slowly she worked them against her palm, carefully massaging them with her pads. Now and then she rolled a single husky ball between the soft pads of her thumb and finger. James knew all the girls must be getting a good look at the shape of the things now. The plump ovals must be outlined against the skin of his sack, the silky gray fur ruffling lightly around them.

Sarah kept working her other hand against his shaft. Inside his soft but stuffy prison, James balled his hands up into fists. He squirmed in pleasure, sucking in a loud breath when Sarah tried squeezing his knot. That coaxed out a few beads of canine pre, and Sarah's next stroke worked the slick liquid all along the canine's smooth flesh. He shuddered when she squeezed his cock a second time, tail flicking against her legs. Sarah she twisted her palm against the tapered point of the canine's arousal, making him whine in delight. James wriggled as the pleasurable assault was almost too much to bear.

"Uhhhn!" He grunted, and then swallowed hard, pinning his ears. "G-Gonna cum if you don't stop!"

Sarah gave a pouting sigh. "Aww, no fair. I was having fun!"

"So was I!" James panted, trying to catch his breath. "Give me...a few moments..."

Sarah rose back up, and James' tail flopped back into position between his legs. James soon felt bare female toes prodding at his balls. Warm as he was, his furry canine nuts were hanging loose despite his excitement. Sarah pressed her toes beneath the husky's testicles, lifting them with her foot till they stood out against the sac. She wiggled her toes beneath them and giggled.

"They're kinda jiggly!"

"Even your toes feel nice." James sighed, then scrunched his muzzle. Shouldn't have said that.

"Oh, got a foot fetish, huh James?" Melissa laughed at him. "Want me to kick you in the nards?"

"No!" James growled through the sleeping bag. "Definitely not! And I don't have a foot fetish!"

The four girls just laughed at him. Sarah pulled her foot away, James' balls flopped into their natural position, and a new girl settled between his legs. Thin, loose fabric brushed and ruffled the fur of the husky's thighs. Behind it was the soft warmth of the girl's legs. So, if this girl was wearing pajamas, what the hell had Sarah been wearing? Probably some cute shorts or something. Or maybe bra and panties? Oh, that would be nice, too. Maybe some cute black lacy panties, and a matching bra? That would look lovely on that lioness. But that still left the question of who was kneeling between his legs now?

"You know, it's hard to picture you when I don't even know who you are."

"That's a shame." The girl grabbed his balls a little too roughly.

"Ow!" James yipped, a noise the girls probably found adorable. "Careful, they're still sore."

"Oh, um, sorry." The new girl sounded sheepish. Not like she knew much about balls or how to handle them.

Melissa coaxed her a little bit. "Try holding them like they're delicate. Like soap bubbles you don't want to pop, instead of like valuable jewels you have to keep a tight grip on."

James wasn't sure about that logic. For one, he didn't like any sentence that used the word "pop" when referring to his testicles. For another, he certainly thought of them as highly valuable jewels. Though he supposed whatever it took to get her to teach her not to hold them so tightly.

James sighed in relief as the girl relaxed her grip on his fuzzy eggs. "Aaah, that's better. Thanks."

"Welcome, Pup."

James twisted his left ear back. Was everyone gonna call him that now? These girls were only girls a year or two older than him, and he didn't want Melissa to call him that whenever he came over to see Adam. Before long he'd be "Pup" to the whole group.

Come to think of it, what was the Gathering of Nerds gonna think of this? Should he tell them what really happened? Probably not. Josh and Tom might be envious, but Adam might get angry. Even though it was all Melissa's idea, it was impossible to say how a brother might react to that kinda thing. Worse, if Melissa's older brother Jerrod found out, he might kick James' ass on principal alone.

What _would_he tell the others? Maybe he could tell them most of the truth. Say the girls dragged him in here to tease him, pinch his balls and make him answer silly questions. Nothing the girls hadn't done to Adam when they were all younger, right? That was it then. He'd just leave out the part about getting groped and played with and jacked off.

"How long are you gonna keep me here, anyway?" James asked. "Adam and the others are gonna get worried."

"Yeah, right," Melissa said. "It's not like they're gonna think you ran off or got abducted or anything. Well, by someone other than us, I mean."

"Well..." James stammered. Then a joke came to him and he grinned. "If Adam knows you have me, he's probably worried about my fertility!"

"If Adam is giving the least bit of thought to your fertility, I'm going to be the one worried about him." Melissa leaned him over and patted James' testicles. "If Adam spends his evenings with friends wondering about his buddies' balls, I guess there's more to that locker room boner than I thought."

"Yeah, yeah, alright." Why'd Melissa always have to have a quicker wit than him? He shifted himself, brushing his leg against the girl kneeling between his thighs. "So can I at least know your name, Mystery Girl Number Two?"

"That's Mystery Girl Number One, to you," she replied giggling. "And no."

James had been counting it by the order in which they'd been touching him, but it hardly mattered. "Can I at least know if you're a canine or a feline or something else?"

"Nope!" The girl kept giggling.

Whoever Mystery Girl Number Two/One was, she released his balls, and wrapped her fingers around his erection. James sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. Her fingers were warm and firm, her grip stronger than Sarah's. She gave him a few slow, steady strokes.

"It really is hard, isn't it?" The way she remarked to the others made it sound like she was testing out a new gardening tool.

"Yeah, and hot."

"And smooth."

James smiled inside his hot and humid prison. The young husky kinda liked hearing the girls discussing his privates like that. Ten years from now, when his drinking buddies busted out the sexual stories, he could tell them all about the time his friend's cute older sister and her friends pinned him down and explored his body until he came. Not that any of them would believe him.

"Hey, I got an idea." James wasn't sure who the unknown girl was talking to. "Watch this!"

James gasped when he found his erection trapped between the girl's hands like a dangerous prisoner being dragged along by two overzealous guards. Then the girl rubbed her hands back and forth, rolling the husky's boner between them. James shuddered and moaned Oh, God that felt good. He'd never even played with himself like that, let alone had someone else do it.

James gripped the sleeping bag, thrusting himself through her hands a few times. The tapered tip of his canine maleness popped up between her palms then sunk back down again like a drowning man who couldn't quite stay above the water. The more James thrust, the faster she rubbed her hands back and forth around him till James was gasping with every breath.

The girls all laughed and laughed. "It looks like you're rolling out a salami!"

"AAH! UUHHNN!" James shouted his shouted his growing pleasure, as if that was a coherent addition to the conversation. The girl rubbed him faster between her hands, and as he thrust again, he cried out a delighted warning. "I'm! Gonna! CUM!"

Actually, he wasn't. The mysterious girl playing with his pleasure spear released it the moment he warned her he was about to shoot. James' erection was too hard now to flop back against him. Instead it hovered an inch or so above the silken fur of his belly, pointed tip twitching up and down. Gray-furred husky balls that had retracted in excitement gradually relaxed, hanging more loosely again.

"Talk about stopping just in time." Melissa giggled as a little pearlescent bead of canine cream formed and dribbled against James' belly fur. "I think we've done about all we can do for one night, short of actually getting him off."

"Well who gets to do that?" Sarah ruffled the fur of James' thigh.

"Me, obviously!" Melissa staked her claim as the official bringer of Husky-Gasm. "It's my turn, after all."

There were grumblings of dissent among the other girls, but soon enough they relented. Even Sarah acquiesced. "I guess the whole thing was your idea. Alright, you can be the one to make him cum."

"It's gonna be really messy, ain't it?" Sounded like Mystery Girl Number One's voice.

"Yeah," Melissa said, giggling. "But only for him. I don't want that stuff to get all over me, or my carpet."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The sleeping bag muffled James' voice. He tried to sit up inside the part still covering his face. Maybe it was a good time to get the hell out of there.

"It means, I hope your sleeping bag is machine-washable, or you're gonna have to make a trip to the dry cleaners!" Melissa laughed, patting his bare belly. "Hold him down again!"

"What? Wait, no!" Was she serious? James had to sleep in that sleeping bag all weekend. It was only Friday and he wasn't going home till Sunday. It was bad enough at home when he had a wet dream, and had to go wash his sheets and blanket the next morning. "No! Come on! Not inside the sleeping bag, please!"

James struggled to try and free himself. The Female Army was quick to quash the One Husky Rebellion of Friday Night. They pushed him down against the carpet before he could even shrug off the top of the sleeping bag. Girls pinned his shoulders down, and Mystery Girl Number Took reclaimed her husky throne. She poked his nose through the bag, giggling to him.

"You're not going anywhere, Pup."

Melissa snatched the husky's furry sac in her hand, and squeezed the canine's fleshy jewels against each other. James groaned, squirming helplessly. His ears twisted back and his bright blue-eyes crossed.

"Awwww, my nards!" His moan made the girls laugh.

"Hah! It's so funny when they call them their nards."

"Now, now, James," Melissa tightened her grip to make sure she had his attention. "Be a good pup, and I'll let go, and you'll get an orgasm. Be a bad pup and I'll squeeze and squeeze until I've got a handful of Husky Grape Jelly. Got it?"

"Got it!" James squeaked and whined. "Let go! I'll be good, I swear!"

"You'd better be." Melissa's voice was half throaty purr and half threatening growl. She relaxed her grip on James' furry testicles, but kept his nuts in her hand, just in case. "Okay girls, zip him up."

While the girls at his sides pinned his arms, the one atop him twisted around till she was straddling him. Her heat pressed against his body as he heard the familiar metallic hiss of the zipper. Oh, sure. It always jammed for him, but when the girls holding him captive used the zipper? It glided like a penguin sliding on ice. Actually, did penguins really do that? James wasn't sure, but it made for an amusing image in his mind.

Melissa released the husky's balls so that the girls could zip the bag up all the way. After she let him go, James thought he could hear the rustling of discarded clothing behind the grating sound of the zipper. Once the sleeping bag was completely zipped, the girl atop him tapped him on the nose through his enclosure. "I'm going to get off you now, so Melissa can take my place. Don't you dare move!"

That wouldn't be a problem. Having your nards at stake could put fear of resistance in any young male's heart. Or any old male's heart, for that matter. Come to think of it, James reasoned having your testicles threatened by females would get the attention of anything with its testicles on the outside.

The girl atop him was only gone for a heartbeat before her weight was replaced by Melissa's. As the vixen settled down against the near-mummified husky, the other girls all kept him pinned down, just in case. At first, Melissa sat upon his belly. James could feel her shifting, her legs straddling him, the hottest part of her body settled right against his belly. Oh...that was her...wow. It almost felt as though she wasn't wearing anything at all. Certainly not much, though with the sleeping bag there he couldn't be certain. Maybe he could just...ask? She responded to his confident side earlier.

"What are you wearing, Melissa? I mean...it only seems fair I at least get to picture you properly."

Melissa leaned forward till her body pressed against James'. Her thighs were spread just above the tip of his erection, and her tail kept brushing against the sleeping bag atop it. When she lowered her head to whisper to him, he could feel the soft, rounded forms of the vixen's breasts against his chest.

"I'm in my bra, and panties." Melissa purred into his ear, damn near setting him off then and there.

"What..." He asked, his voice trembling with lust, and desire. "What do they look like?"

"My bra is black." Melissa cooed for him. "Nothing fancy, but I like it. My boobs are white-furred, and my cleavage really stands out above my bra right now."

"Uuhhnnn," James groaned. The other three girls were giggling. He couldn't tell if they were laughing at him, or laughing because Melissa was actually completely dressed and just teasing the husky's imagination. Either way worked for him. "And...your panties?"

"They're blue." The vixen rubbed herself against the sleeping bag. "Light blue. They don't match my bra but I don't care. Oh, and they have a cute little cartoon kitty on them. I'll let you guess where it is."

"On..._your_kitty?" James hazarded a guess, his whole slender body trembling inside the sleeping bag. Just the feel of the vixen's tail brushing against his trapped erection was nearly enough to make him spill.

His guess made all four girls laugh, and Melissa didn't answer. Instead, she sat back up, her weight and heat pressed against his belly. Melissa scooted down his body until her rump glided across his erection. James could feel every inch of her pressed against his most sensitive flesh. Her rump felt so soft, so warm. Her thighs were supple and strong on either side of his hips. And between them... even through the sleeping bag the vixen's sex felt like white fire pressed against his shaft. Firmly enough he could even feel her folds against him as she playfully ground her crotch against his captive tool.

"Oooooh, God." The husky moaned. "I can...feel your..."

He trailed off after that, unable to speak. When Melissa moaned, James couldn't help wondering if she was as turned on by this as he was. Was this sexually exciting for the girls, too? Or was it just curiosity and amusement? Given the way Melissa moaned as she worked herself against him, James thought it was both.

Melissa pressed her hands against his body through the sleeping bag as she rolled her hips against the husky. The soft warmth of her butt, and the tender heat of her sex stroked him over and over. Even through the sleeping bag, James had never felt something so intimate. God, he could feel her p...pussy! Was this what dry-humping meant?

James still didn't want to cum inside his sleeping bag, but there was no way he avoid it now. Waves of increasingly intense pleasure rolled across him. Every smooth movement of the vixen's hips was another rise in the tide of ecstasy washing over him. He arched his back, groaning, pressing his rock hard erection against the vixen's pussy through the sleeping bag.

"Uuuuhhh!" James squeezed his eyes shut, pushing up against her as his cock jumped. "God! I'm cumming! I'm cuuummming!"

Melissa growled and rocked her hips in quick, firm little motions. "Do it, James! Cum!"

The waves of pleasure built swiftly into one inexorable flow of hot, wondrous delight as James did exactly that. The pleasure of James first orgasm from another was so intense it made the husky scream against the sleeping bag. He clenched the bag's plaid liner in white-knuckled delight, made frantic thrusts against the vixen atop the sleeping bag. Volcanic bliss rocked him as his cock pulsed with his heartbeat. Jets of hot husky cum burst forth splattered his sleeping bag and belly fur. His first spurt was short and quick, but the next few were strong. Only the sleeping bag kept the young canine from splattering his own chest.

James groaned and twisted in delight as Melissa ground herself against him throughout his orgasm. Her motions ensured his every eruption was ground into his fur, and the lining of his sleeping bag. The canine's seed left the plaid liner marked with smeared white blotches and his pale fur matted and messy.

Only when his shouts and groans had quieted into satisfied murmurs did Melissa finally stop rolling her hips. She shifted herself against the husky's knot as it fully inflated, growing bulbous and hard.

"Anyone wanna feel his knot?" Her own voice sounded sultry and satisfied as she climbed off of him.

Without a word all four girls groped James through the sleeping bag. They poked and prodded his knot. One of them squeezed it. James moaned for them, a little trickle of extra seed joining his already sizable release. As they all took turns feeling the size and shape of a canine's knot, they started to chat it up again.

"Boy, he sure was loud when he came!"

"Yeah, I bet all his friends heard that. They probably thought Melissa just kicked his nuts through the roof or something."

"That's okay." Melissa giggled. "If they think we're beating him up it will keep them from snooping around."

"So could you..." Sarah began, then giggled, and tried again. "Could you, you know, feel it? When he came?"

"Yeah," Melissa said, rubbing at the husky's knotted cock. "It felt like it was jumping under me. Felt like he was cumming really hard."

"So what's it look like?" Mystery Girl Number One sounded curious. "His...yanno, his cum."

"Kind of whitish. Let's take a look, shall we?"

None of the girls disagreed, and James was hardly in any condition to argue. Hell, James was barely conscious. The young husky floated aimlessly on the Afterglow Sea, with no intention of returning to land any time soon. He'd have kept drifting if the girls hadn't suddenly unzipped part of the sleeping bag and thrown it open to examine the results of Melissa's efforts. The fresh air that washed over his privates and wet fur felt so cold it made him yap and squirm.

"Oooh, look at it all!"

"Yeah, it is pretty white, isn't it!"

"Ew, it's all ground into his fur."

"Yup! He's definitely gonna need a shower now. And a dry-cleaner for his sleeping bag."

"That's a shame." Melissa laughed. "Alright, let's get him out of here."

The girls quickly zipped the sleeping bag back up. Once their hostage was secure, someone stepped down against the husky's crotch. This time James knew it was Melissa's bare foot pressed against his knotted tool, and tender canine orbs. She didn't step hard, but the threat was there.

"Alright, Pup. Time to set you free in the wild. Make sure you and the other nerds aren't too loud or annoying later tonight, unless you want us to come out there and throw a little nut kicking party. Got it?"

"G-Got it!" James squirmed away from her foot. "Hey, wait a minute. I gotta question."

The girls ignored him. They grabbed the end of his sleeping bag, near his feet, and dragged him across the floor. This time they only dragged him out into the hallway. Without the lights of Melissa's room filtering through, it was even darker inside his sleeping bag. The girls dropped the end of his sleeping bag, and his feet banged against the floor. For a moment, he could hear them all laughing but that laughter soon faded. He heard a door close, and then the hallway was silent.

In the distance, he could hear his friends laughing as well. After a moment he heard a yelp, followed by a thump and then more laughter. Damn it, where they still playing that stupid game? For a few seconds he half-wondered if they even realized he was gone. Maybe he could just slip back into the room and re-join them as if nothing happened.

Or not, given that he'd just creamed his sleeping bag. That was even worse than creaming your jeans, he thought. A moment of humiliation pressed heavy against his chest. His stomach twisted itself into three different kinds of knotted pretzels. They made him. Cum. In his sleeping bag. He scrunched his muzzle. God, what was he going to do when they reminded him of that? He'd be so embarrassed anytime he came over now. All Melissa would ever have to do is smirk at him, and he'd know what she was thinking. Still, the husky's knotted maleness tingled at the thought.

Did part of him actually like that kind of humiliation? That was a scary thought. He didn't want to be some kinky weirdo. Still, there were worse things to be turned on by. He slipped a hand down to try and find out just how bad the mess was. His fingers brushed sticky moisture, and lots of it. Pretty bad. Great.

James laid there a little while, formulating a plan. He'd have to crawl out, slip into the shower as fast as possible, and then cram his sleeping bag into Adam's washing machine. Hopefully without anyone questioning him. Hmm, maybe he could tell everyone that the girls accidentally spilled soda on it or something. Oh! Better yet. He'd tell everyone they poured a whole soda inside the sleeping bag while he was still in there. That would justify his shower, too.

James smiled. That was a pretty good plan. The husky allowed himself a few moments of jubilation. After all, he'd just gotten laid. He just got LAID! Well, not quite. To a young virgin husky, it was close enough. It had felt soooo good, too. And best of all, out of the four males there tonight, the girls chose him. They thought he was cute. Hell, they thought he was big. James smiled to himself, embarrassment forgotten as his heart soared.

James wriggled free of his sleeping bag while the hallway was silent. Cold air against the bare, silvery gray fur of his legs reminded the husky that he had one other problem he'd almost forgotten about that was a lot harder to explain away. He could pull his shirt down to cover the mess on his belly fur, and he was fairly certain no one was actually going to look into his sleeping bag. But he couldn't think of a single reason to explain why he was suddenly naked from the waist down.

Hoping no one would hear him but Melissa and her friends, James called out.

"Can I have my pajamas back? Please?"

Laughter was his only reply.

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