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The water felt especially fine that evening, all over my coat. I let the hot tendrils just caress me a little while, feeling my body. I could feel every muscle, and they were getting huge already. All those heavy weights and endless nights in the school gym had paid off.

The feeling was especially awesome that evening for some reason, right after rugby practice. Every muscle kind of popped, and even though I was tired as fuck, I felt on fire. I struck a few bodybuilding poses under the water, showing off for nobody. Coach had made me do extra laps for goofing off in lineout drills, so everyone else had gone.

First I lifted my arms in a classic upper body shot. The water slid under by shoulders and tickled my pits and I groaned a little, feeling that soft teasing from the droplets of innocent water. Nothing innocent about me though, and I gave each pit a turn under the shower head. I was getting in a nice bush there, and I did tend to smell pretty rank after training. The girls didn't love me so much when I stank.

Then I flexed my pecs, and let water cascade over my chest. Nice and broad, with great definition now, and a low hanging pair of nips crowning a fat set of pecs. I loved feeling some chick's lips suckling my nips while she beat off my cock, the little circle of coarse hairs round each big fat nip felt so fine against a pair of lips. A nice flow of warm water felt so so fine too, and I closed my eyes and imagined Tracy Williams was the one lapping at my chest. Fuck she was hot.

I had her at a party just last weekend, a few brews, some dancing, and I got her alone in the laundry at my mate's place. On top of the dryer, with a cycle still running. Her pussy felt like molten honey and she screamed out like a maniac when I slid into her warm sloppy cunt. That tigress was something else.

The best part though was her muzzle. After I shot off in her, I was still hot as fuck, but I didn't feel like an action replay. No, I felt like my favourite thing on earth. I'd take it over a snatch in a heartbeat, to be honest. Even one as warm and inviting as Tracy's. I can never get enough of being sucked off.

She got on her knees like a pro and she knew how to use her paws just right to bring a stallion some joy. One paw on my ass, and she loved to rake her claws along my cheeks. I love that shit, feels incredible. The other paw on my balls. Not as good as it feels though having my flare sucked and licked, but when you add a paw on my balls, there is nothing better. Muzzle is the ultimate; I can never get enough head, feeling all warm and hot with a set of lips and tongue all over my horsehood. She was so good I didn't feel the end coming till it was too late. She was pretty pissed off getting a flood of stud horse cum without warning, but what did she expect? It was just a casual blow, we weren't married or something.

Thoughts of Tracy's perfect muzzle got me going then, and I let my cock drop from it's sheath. I moved back a little on my hooves, and let the water land on my length. The droplets flicked my flare and I hardened fast, blood filling my horsehood until it flexed against my belly and I reached out for a slow stroke. I have the biggest cock in the school, officially. We had a competition.

Kade, another equine, thought he had the biggest, and started mouthing off so we had a little challenge at a party. Anyone who thought they had the goods got to get a pawjob from the girls until they were hard and then out came the measuring tape. In the end it was down to me and the up himself quarterhorse stud. He complained, such a whiny bitch, that he wasn't getting a fair comparison so I pressured one of the girls into sucking us both off until we were hard then got to do the measuring again. I came out on top. I always come out on top, and I got a full on blow from Sandra as my prize too. I had to pretend I would go out with her of course, stupid cow, as if.

Fuck that guy was pissed off too, you'd think I fucked his sister or something. Though that wasn't a half bad idea...

I like that notoriety, if I'm being honest. It got me more than my share of pussy, and muzzle, though they always got all whiny when they found out I'm banging half their friends.

Even a couple of teachers, when loneliness and horniness got the better of them; and they are the best in some ways. They know how to fuck, and they know how to keep their muzzles shut unless they're sucking on my cock. The head of Geography sucks like a fucking vacuum cleaner and has a pussy you could get lost in forever. Pity her husband is such a loser. Or not...I guess it's my good luck, if he can't do his duty.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkk..."

I opened my eyes wide and looked around. Fucking hell, I got complacent again. Thought I was alone, and didn't hear the pad of otter paws in the changing room and the rush of water from the furthest shower head. Now I had company, and it was Robin, a stupid faggy otterboi from the water polo team.

And he was staring. Wide eyed, like fucking openly staring. Fucking faggy cunt.

"See something you like fag?" yeah, that should have put him in his place. He just blinked a couple of times though. Didn't move, didn't stop staring, just blinked. He seemed to realise eventually how fucking gay he was looking, because he began to stutter something and tried to concentrate on getting clean. He reached for the soap, and it slipped from his paw and clattered across the tiles before landing at my hooves.

Fucking hell, the fag even dropped the soap...

"Gonna come over here and get your soap otterboi?"

I stuck my head under the water again, letting it cascade over my mane and shoulders. You could have pushed me over with a feather when I suddenly felt the approach of a nervous otter. I thought the fag would be too chicken to come get his soap. When I opened my eyes though, there he was, bent over at my hooves. He picked up the slippery cake and straightened up with a slight blush, before scurrying back to his shower head. He had me intrigued though, sort of wondering. I called him fag, hell most of the school did, though he always seemed to be hanging around the girls at lunchtime. But maybe, just maybe...he was one of the girls, hehe.

Eyes closed, I lathered up my mane with my special mane and tail shampoo. Then when I thought he might be relaxed again, I opened my eyes in his direction. Sure enough, the fag was staring, ogling in fact, his eyes lined straight up (well, gay up hehe) with my groin. I was still dropped, my length kind of bouncing in the air in time with my heartbeats. His eyes bounced too, up down up down like a yo-yo.

"Hey fag...you really do see something you like!"

He looked up at my face then. Well, I guess I'm like that with girls, my eyes laser sighted on their tits. Now I know why Tracy gets so pissy when I talk to her chest at lunchtime, it is kinda weird. Still, at least Tracy is a girl. This fucking homo however...

"I said fag! You really see something you like?"

I turned off the water and let the accusation hang in the air like a cloud. Water droplets still fell from my coat, making nice splattering sounds on the tiles. Then I shifted my hooves a little into a wider combat stance and crossed my arms. Otterboi was staring back now, like the proverbial deer in the headlights. Then the fucking ass smiled.

"Um...yeah..."

Jesus fucking Christ. A real live homo.

I let out a disgusted whinny and trotted forward. He didn't move, had to give him some credit. Just waited for me, though I did see his whiskers twitching a little. Then I was standing right in front of him, still dripping water. I let my tail swish a bit, mostly to try and dry off but also to intimidate the cunt a bit.

"Are you for real?"

I propped one hand on the wall of the shower, very close to otterboi's head. Nothing too intimidating; but the threat was there. As much as he was shitting me though, another part of me was intrigued, I admit. And a little excited; there was one thing I had been kind of dying to try.

Robin blinked kind of rapidly a few times. He had wide brown eyes with flecks of gold, kind of funky looking. They were wide open now, staring up into mine. I could see he was nervous, but something else too. Otterboi was excited. I managed a quick drop of my eyes, enough to see his cock beginning to harden up, the fat head swollen and twitching. Yeah, fagboy was in heat.

"Y...yes...I..."

"Speak up fag. What do you want?"

"I want...I want to..."

"You want my cock do you fag? You want a piece of stud meat?"

He gulped and nodded, looking like he expected me to piledrive him through the shower wall. I reached for his arm, gripping his wrist and he almost jumped out of his skin. I gave him an evil laugh.

"This is your lucky day fag."

My hooves clopped loudly on the concrete as I pulled otterboi to the toilets. He was sort of babbling, but importantly he wasn't saying no. Just 'wait' and 'um' a lot...fucking fag didn't know what he wants.

I locked the door, and sat the fag down on the bog. He had big wide eyes now. He probably thought I was going to beat the shit out of him. Maybe another time I thought, but for today, I had different ideas. He was sitting there, right in front of my meat, staring, then he opened that little muzzle and I saw his tongue dart out to lick his lips. Yeah, fagboy had the idea. I wanted to test him out though.

"Well go on then. Touch it."

He blinked. Fuck, giving him exactly what he wanted and he was too much of a pussy to go for it. I gave a kind of disgusted whinny, like when a girl leads me on and has second thoughts. How fucking lame.

Then his paw reached out and suddenly he had a grip on the end of my cock, just under the flare. Fuck, it felt...good.

"Holy shit!"

He looked up at me, pleading a bit. You could tell the fag was almost crying, his eyes were all shiny and his lip sort of quivered. He gulped once, and closed his eyes though, and his paw slid slowly down my shaft.

"Ohhhh yeah...you like that don't you fagboy..."

He didn't reply. That pissed me off. I grabbed his left ear and pulled. He gave a sort of yelp, and his eyes got real wide again.

"I said...you like that...don't you, fagboy..."

He gulped again, then he nodded and gave me that smile again, all cocky and shit. I knew though, he was just covering up his shame and embarrassment. I wasn't about to let him do that.

"If you want it, you have to work for it. Suck it."

Now that would test the fag. I could just see him begging off and running like a scalded kitty. But instead, he swallowed again like he was getting ready to dive off the 30 foot platform at the pool, and bent forward, opened his muzzle and wrapped his lips round my flare.

I managed a startled whinny, and he kept going, and his lips slid under my flare and I felt his tongue on my slit.

"Holy fuck! You're really doing it..."

I was more surprised than admiring, but he seemed into it. And in a few seconds, he had gone down to the medial and my flare was lodged in his throat and I felt my balls churning already from his awesome muzzle work.

I gripped the back of his head to keep him deep on my length, and though he struggled a bit, he settled down and deepthroated me. His paws worked my balls and sheath, jacking and squeezing while he tongued my flare and sucked on my shaft like a pro. It was better than any girl I'd had, fuck it was amazing. It was true; guys gave the best head, or at least this one did.

My breath was coming in short sharp snorts now, and I started jerking my hips a little to force more down his throat. He struggled a little, kind of cute really, and I felt my balls draw up and a throb begin at the base of my cock.

"Ohhhhfuck fag...here it comes..."

"Mpfghhhh!"

"Ohhhyeah...ohhhyeah.....yeah..yeah...yeah...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

God it was an awesome nut. The first shot felt so good, then the second was even better, and otterboi kept on sucking and swallowing it all like a trooper until my flare felt way too much stimulation and I pulled him off my length with a disgusted grunt. I was still hard, and he stared at my pulsing flare, drops of cum still drooling from the piss slit.

"Clean it off fag."

I was high on power now, and I didn't expect him to disobey. He didn't, lapping at my tip until every trace of my spoo was gone and he had a glazed expression on his face.

"Now stay here and don't leave the cubicle for five minutes after I do, you hear?"

He didn't nod, but I knew he would do what I told him. After all, the fag got to suck off the best stud with the biggest dick in the school. He got exactly what he wanted. And so did I.

That was just the start though. I admit, he got to me a little, the otterboi. I love head so much, I'm kind of an expert, and he did give the best in the school. When I saw him next, I asked him if he enjoyed, and the fag gave that stupid smile and nodded, though he had to turn away in embarrassment straight after. The stupid ass didn't want to admit he had the hots for my straight boy dick.

We agreed to meet up at his place, his dad worked interstate and his mum was always out so he had the place to himself. I got to take my time then, and make otterboi work for my load. With a lot of coaxing and struggling, I finally managed to get him to take it all, lips on my sheath. The cunt even stuck his tongue into my sheath, and that felt fucking amazing. I came straight away then, and I wasn't going to let him off that easy so I fed him another load before I got back in my car and headed home. I knew the little fag was hooked.

For a couple of weeks it all went well. I got my balls drained most nights, and Robin got his all horse sperm diet. He was good, damn fucking good, and my cock always twitched just nicely when I thought about a session with the otter. I was always dropped and ready as soon as he got his paws into my briefs and dripping before he brought those hot lips to my flare and one load was never enough. Two, sometimes three, was what it took before the burn in my boys began to subside. And otterboi noticed.

"You like it too, admit it Mark."

I gave him a clip behind the ear and told him to get sucking, but after I bust my second nut, he wouldn't shut up.

"Come on, at least admit I'm good at it." The fucker wouldn't let it rest.

"Fine, fine you are an Olympic level cocksucker. Are you happy?"

"Awww...you are right though. I'm good. And I only get to show you a fraction of what I can do."

Now I was intrigued.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You're so impatient Mark. It's all, wham bam thank you ma'am. You should let me take my time and really give you a working over. Edging, bit of variety...you will cum so hard your brain will melt."

It took another couple of times doing it our normal way before curiosity got the better of me, and I asked him to show me what he meant. This time, he stripped me off totally, and I didn't like that so much but my cock was still hard and leaking so I guess it didn't stop me wanting it. I felt I had to warn him though.

"No fucking gay stuff fag."

He was all contrite too.

"No Mark, don't worry. I know...well, I know you aren't into me or anything. Not like...ahhh...well..."

"So, you're into me fagboi."

"Yeah, I am. Been kind of watching you, from afar, for a while Mark. You're a total wet dream...I'm sorry..."

I felt I needed to give the fag some consolation, so I smiled and ruffled his head.

"Hey, it's ok. You're only human. Just...no gay stuff, ok?"

"Agreed!"

Once I was stripped off, he made me sit down in the big armchair he had in his room for reading in. It had a big old heavy metal and wooden frame, and worn leather cushions. I took a seat, a bit reluctant but intrigued, and slipped my tail safely under the backrest and out of the way. I felt kind of exposed I guess, but the fag was too deferential and now I knew he had a crush on me, I knew I could control him. I was getting the good stuff now.

"So, what you going to do?"

"Just lie back and relax...and don't move."

He went to his desk across from the bed and into a drawer. Out came a big bottle of lube; I guess I shouldn't have been surprised the fag had that in his room. He squirted a huge amount onto his paws, like he was oiling up, and then he smiled and I saw his sharp little otter teeth. For some reason that made me shudder a little.

"I'm going to try you on some edging. The idea is to get you close but not let you cum, and keep you there for a while until when you do cum, when it's like lava filling your balls. So relax, and don't fight it."

I nodded, looking at those slick paws. If he was any bit as good with them as he was with his muzzle, this could be good.

"Now...when you feel close to cumming, tell me ok?"

"Ok."

He knelt between my legs, spreading them wider with a grin, and then he brought his paws to my nuts and lathered them in lube. I wasn't expecting that, and gave a little gasp but he just kept at it. And it did feel good, having them stroked and played with like that. My flare gave an extra pulse and I drooled some pre onto my belly.

"Good horsey..."

"Fuck that shit!"

"Sorry...hold on..."

"Ohhhhhhhhh..."

He began stroking my length now, with a fresh coat of lube for his paws. Up and down, rubbing in circles under my flare, over my flare, gripping my tip with his palm and rubbing around while he jacked my base and then my balls. Fuck it was good...so good. In a few minutes I was hot to trot.

"Ahhh..."

"yes?"

"Close...so close...gonna nut..."

Then he stopped.

"Hey!"

I tried to sit up, and he pushed on my chest.

"No! That's the idea, horsey. To the edge remember?"

"Yeah but...ohhhhh..."

His paws were back again, and I relaxed as he went to work. This time he winked at me and bent down to suckle my tip while he stroked and I felt the most incredible sensations building in my cock.

"Ohh yeah...close again...ohhh fuck yeah....wait!"

He stopped again, and this time I had enough, gripping him by the scruff of the neck. I pulled him down to my tip and pressed it against his muzzle.

"No fucking way! I need to nut...go on!"

He whimpered a little but obeyed, opening wide to take my tip and then sliding fast down the length of my shaft until he had me to the medial. All it took was a couple of bucks from my hips to slam my cock into that hot wet muzzle and I burst a mammoth load into his guts and saw stars. It was an epic cum.

I kind of lay there panting as he wiped his muzzle, looking hurt.

"That's nothing compared to what I could have given you, stupid horse."

"Felt fucking good to me anyway."

"I don't care. I have my standards. You let me do it how I want it, or no more muzzle for you. Fuck off horse."

I was stunned, but fagboi wasn't budging. He even threw my pants back at me and stormed out. Fucker must have been on his period or something.

When we met up again at school, he was still pissed, and by then I had calmed down. That was a freaky good cum he gave me, I had to admit. I wasn't going to pass that up if I had to. I cornered him in the lockerroom after practice, and got him in the toilets again. Otterboi gave me an awesome blowjob, to show there were no hard feelings. And I agreed to let him do it his way, at least once, to show I had no hard feelings either. Something else might have been hard though, hehe.

I met him at his place the next day after school. It seemed all pretty cool, nobody around again, and otterboi was horny too. He had a huge tent in his jeans, like he was running a permanent boner. I asked him about it and he just smiled again.

"Just anticipating giving you the best time you've ever had Mark."

I was almost kind of touched. Almost.

When he stripped me off though, and sat me in the chair again, I noticed a few changes. A pair of leather cuffs attached to the frame for my wrists, and another pair for my fetlocks. This I wasn't so sure about.

"What's this Robin?"

"Look...you know and I know you're a straight stud."

"Yeah..."

"And when you get going, you just want to push through to get your nut and get on with the next time. Typical stallion..."

"Hehe, got me there!"

"So the only way this is going to work is if you can't. If you have no choice but to let me take it slow and edge you, and you can't force your way into my muzzle early."

"Look it makes sense and all, but I'm not so sure..."

"What's wrong? Think I'm going to do some gay shit?"

"You fucking better not otterfag or I'm going to pound your face so hard..." he had his paws up in surrender, all apologetic.

"No no...no gay stuff. I just want to give you what you want stud...and I need your help to let me do it, that's all."

"Fine...no fag stuff though or..."

"...seriously Mark. Enough with the fag baiting. You're straight, I'm gay. I get it. You want your cock sucked, I want to suck it. That's all it is, a simple transaction, nothing more."

I grumbled, but relaxed a bit. The fag was so fucking eager. And apologetic.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Relax just like that."

He slid behind the chair and I felt him take each wrist in turn and put me in the shackles. They felt tight, and I tried to break free at first, but couldn't and then tried hard to relax as I watched him warily.

"Good horse. Fetlocks next."

Then he was in front of me and I felt him slide his paws up and down my legs. I nickered and relaxed a bit more...this was more like it. I barely noticed when he secured my fetlocks too. He gave my thighs a sloppy kiss and I grumbled a bit.

"I said nothing faggy..."

"Awww, can't I even kiss your big rugby player thighs? These are so hot...you have no idea how many times I watched you on the field, and when you set up for a scrum, bent down with your thighs and ass all tensed...fuck I wish I played rugby then!"

"Maybe you should instead of all that gay stuff like the school play and music shit. You have the size to be a fullback."

"Nah, I'll stick to waterpolo thanks. And all that gay stuff, the play and music thank you very much. I like to do those. I only watch rugby for the sight of you hot studs sniffing each other's asses and pretending you're all straight."

Now I was a little alert, though I didn't know why. He gave my legs another kiss to distract me then, and kissed and licked his way up the inside of my thigh until he reached my scrotum, which had fallen off the edge of the chair to hang low towards the ground. He fondled my boys, with a wicked smirk, and then sucked each one in turn into his muzzle before teasing me with his sharp otter teeth. I forgot anything else then, and just lay back and enjoyed.

Until he brought out another surprise.

"What...what's that for?"

He had a big black bandanna in his paws now, and he was grinning down at me while he folded it.

"A blindfold. To help you concentrate on the touch."

"No way! I like to watch..."

I was horrified now. I had admitted something I didn't really want to, and he knew...he gave me that wink again.

"Sure? You like to watch a guy sucking off your meat? Sure you wouldn't prefer it was a girl, like Tracy or Sandra for example?"

"H...how..."

"They talk. And they trust me. They have a lot to say about you, that's for sure."

"About how hot I am?"

"Yeah, about how hot you are..."

"Well, ok. Yeah, it would make it easier I guess. I could picture Tracy going down on me at that party...fuck she sucked so good..."

"I can imagine. Now, hold still."

Suddenly, all was dark. After a moment for adjustment, I realised everything did feel more alive. My sense of touch was heightened, which I knew as soon as he touched me again. He ran a clawed fingertip across my chest, playing with my chestfur then teasing the tuft round my left nipple...then the nipple itself. I bucked in the chair.

"Hmm...they told me you liked a good nip sucking...seems they were right there too..."

"Hey! No....ahhhh..."

"...gay stuff. This is just a bit of nipple licking. C'mon, live a little..."

It did feel good, and when he gripped my cock and started stroking, I forget my worries for the moment. First his lips, then his tongue, then the tips of his teeth. When he started to bite down a bit harder I thrashed about enough for him to stop but he just went to the other nipple instead and repeated the process until I was on fire and then he bit hard.

"Ahhhh!"

"Sorry...bit of blood there. Felt your cock jerk though, so you liked it."

"Take it easy!"

"Oh, I will..."

He licked down my belly, kissing each of my abdominals in turn and telling me how hot it looked all tense and clenched. I liked that, with all the time I spend in the gym I've got a proper six pack, and I like showing it off. His tongue felt good there too, but I knew where I wanted it more.

"Please..."

"What stud?"

"please....suck me off now..."

"Nah...that's why we tied you down remember? This is going to be slooooow..."

I wondered where my obedient and embarrassed otter had gone. He seemed to have been replaced. For some reason that made my cock spurt precum everywhere.

There was a loud click, and I recognised it as the sound of the lube bottle cap. I couldn't help a small groan waiting for his paws, and it didn't take long. All over my scrotum, then right down my cock, and soon he was stroking and fondling like he always did, and every now and then his tongue lapped at my slit. I could smell my own musk now, with my sight gone, and something else...

"Are you...are you jacking it too...?"

"Nah, just got my cock out is all...I won't touch you with it or anything..."

I remembered his short fat ottercock from the shower. I couldn't stop thinking about it, I could smell it leaking right there. What if he jacked himelf then touched me...what if he touched me with that...

"No gay stuff remember! Put it away!"

"Awww this ain't gay stud. If sucking you off isn't, surely this isn't either?"

"Well..."

His paw was back, cupping my flare. He started to rub in circles, and then I felt him breathing on my scrotum. He licked, all the way across my balls, and then between them and under, lifting my sack to lap just behind them. I cried out and shot a wad of pre, almost ready.

Then he stopped, holding me but not moving.

"Fuck you! Please!"

"Want to cum stud?"

"Yes! You know I do!"

"Long way to go horsey. Enjoy the ride."

I tested my bonds but otterfag was good. He started again, this time licking my sheathlips as he jacked me, his tongue darting inside just a little, then deeper, and I pushed my hips up trying to ram my groin into his cocky muzzle. I could feel him against my shaft and deep in my sheath and it felt incredible, and then he licked all the way up the underside of my cock, right round my flare, and pressed his tongue against my urethra. I felt the opening spread and he sounded my hole while I went crazy. I was so close. Then he stopped again.

"please don't stop! Please don't stop!"

"Awwww poor horsey..."

"please let me cum!"

"Not yet, got some more fun for you."

He gripped my scrotum, tight. I grunted, sliding further down in the seat to relieve the slight pull on my bag. He pulled further and I squirmed as far as I could, while he kept stroking my balls. Then he slid his fingers behind my bag, and I felt a fingertip on my crack. I realised where this was going. I tried to pull back but only managed to stretch my scrotum painfully, screaming out in pain before falling limp still vulnerable. He let his clawtips play with the hairs on my taint.

"No way! Enough! Untie me you fag!"

"Sorry horsey. Deal is a deal...besides, I promise you will enjoy..."

"Nooooooooooooooooooo!"

I felt those fingers move inexorably closer, all slick with lube. The fucker played with me then, teasing my tailhole, and I thought he wouldn't have the balls. Then all of a sudden he rammed two fingers into my ass and I grunted and he let out a wicked laugh and pulled them back to the tip before he rammed them in to the hilt.

It felt full. Not painful, but wrong. So wrong. A guy was fingering my ass for fuck sake. And he was enjoying it, sawing in and out and spreading his fingers to stretch me until it did hurt a bit, all the while jacking my cock. I thought I would go soft but I didn't, fuck it. I throbbed in his hand and got closer to the edge, until I felt another explosion looming and thought at least this time I get to cum. But the cunt was in a wicked mood, and he pulled his fingers out and stopped jacking me and left me high and dry as I whinnied and screamed in frustration.

"Poor little straight stud."

"You cunt. I am going to paint the wall with your guts otter..."

"Gotta get me first. And just for that, no cum for you yet."

"Ahhhh!"

Now he did something, something I didn't know what. He slid his fingers into me again, and this time touched something. I felt full, but full of heat. Something deep in my belly, something in my groin and my balls and in the base of my cock. Then he touched me again and it got worse, and so much better. Oh fuck that felt good...and he used his fingertips to hold me there, on the edge, while he teased my flare and tasted my precum.

"Want to cum horsey?"

"Oh yes..."

"Hold on then."

I lost it. I babbled, repeating over and over, in a whisper. "Please don't stop. Please don't stop..." and he fingered that spot inside my anus and jacked me and licked the tip of my cock. I was shaking all over, about to unload a mammoth cum. Pre was flowing from the tip and I could hear him gulping as he lapped it up. So close...

"Please don't stop..."

And he did.

The chair rocked side to side, I screamed, I begged, and he just waited making no sound. When I came off the boil and stopped moaning and crying he started again, and I felt it again, that incredible burning need building. Nothing had prepared me for an orgasm like this. Nothing...

And then he stopped again.

I was a wreck now. Over and over he brought me to the edge and backed off. It must have been an hour at least, and my whole body hurt and my balls felt like they would burst. Even the slightest touch on my flare was painful, and yet I needed it.

"Please Robin...you win...anything, anything...just let me cum..."

"Anything?"

"Please!"

"Hmmm...let's try this then."

I whimpered, though I dare any stud to put up with this without whimpering. I'm not some soft fag, this was torture. He had me where he wanted me though, and I had to wait for payback. For now, I just needed to nut before my balls fell off. I heard clothes, and realised otterboi was undressing. If he wanted to jack his cock, I guess I could allow that now. Just please for the love of God let me cum.

When I felt him over me, I didn't realised what had happened at first. His legs were against my hips, and I could tell he had straddled me. Then I felt his tail, flicking against my balls. I gave a whinny of surprise, but nothing like the whinny I gave when I felt him grip my cock and pull it up to press against something warm, and fleshy, and tight...

"No fucking way!"

"This is the only way you're getting off stud. My asshole...stuffed to the hilt with horsecock. Or no cum for you."

"Scumsucking faggot otter fucker mpfghth!"

He stopped my torrent of abuse with a kiss, then I tasted blood when he bit my lip hard and I felt sudden sharp pain. I was stunned, too crazed to think.

"Just once stud. Nothing gay, just once. You had no choice, you're still a straight stud. Just pounded some fag's hole like a girl and made him squeal...kind of studly, really..."

"no..." it was a whisper. A hoarse whisper. He rubbed my tip over his hole, and I felt the lips clench on my flare, so tight...

"Go on horsey..."

"ok..."all I could think of was my balls. Oh God they hurt.

"Nah, I want you to ask nicely."

"Nicely?"

"Yeah, nicely..."

"Please...please Robin, let me cum..."

"No, ask me to let you fuck my hole."

"Please...*sob*...please let me...let me fuck you...I need to nut so bad...please!"

"See, you can be polite horsey. Whatever you wish stud!"

He jacked my length for a bit until I was shaking my head and screaming, then pressed the tip against his hole. It was already well lubed from all his stroking, and thought it wasn't easy, once the flare popped inside and he grunted out a harsh 'oh yeahhhh' the rest slid in deep pretty easy. I was in another guy, in his ass. My cock. Oh fuck!

It felt so...tight. Hot. He squeezed his ass, and it was like a hand kneading my length inside. I moaned, and bucked my hips to thrust in deeper. He took it like a champ. Then he pulled almost off and I whimpered a plea but he fell back again, and I was balls deep in his ass. The fucking fag had made me fuck him, and it felt good. I just wanted to cum so much, I could take it I knew.

His lips brushed mine and suddenly we were kissing. He tasted good, peppermint, and I kissed back before realising and pulling away. I clamped my muzzle shut, and tried to think of how Tracy's cunt felt when I fucked her on the dryer in that laundry at the party. She felt so hot and wet, though not this tight. I got into it, and I even began to smell her perfume a bit as I remembered. I was close now.

Suddenly the otter pulled off my length and I was left on the edge of the cliff again. And I lost it.

"Please, please, I'm begging! Please just let me fuck your ass and get it over with! I can't take this, just let me do it please! Why are you doing this? You bastard! You cunt! Arghhhhh!"

I was almost crying, but not really. A stud doesn't cry, not like this. He rubbed his ass over me now, lining his crack up with my length and hotdogging while he crooned out my name.

"Oh Mark....ohhhhh Mark...such a stud. Poor stud. Why am I doing this? Perhaps you had better ask them?"

"Huh? Them?"

He pulled off my blindfold, and I blinked a few times. I looked around, and the horror was absolute.

Standing there, watching, smiling, grinning, were two girls. Tracy the tigress, and Sandra the cow. Two of my most recent conquests, both ace cocksuckers. Now they were here...and I had been madly humping another guy's ass and begging to bust a nut under his tail. The horror was too much to take in.

"Hey stud!" Tracy walked forward and planted a kiss on my forehead. Then Sandra did the same and I smelt them both. Oh fuck...I knew it...but I had ignored the evidence of my nose, while the otterfag worked on my dick...and my ass...

"Oh fuck..."

"Poor stud. A bit lost aren't you?"

I managed a nod.

"We, by which I mean several of the girls you have treated like shit, decided you needed an attitude adjustment stud. And we enlisted this lovely guy to do it."

I stared at Robin, who let out a feral smile now. He rubbed his teeth with a claw.

"You!" He gave a little bow.

"Ohh...p...please...can I have my soap back...m...mr horsey? Oh... Mark, don't worry. I know...well, I know you aren't into me or anything. Not like...ahhh...well...but I've been kind of watching you, from afar, for a while Mark. You're a total wet dream...I'm sorry..."and then the fucker blushed.

"Holy shit!"

"My finest performance yet stud. Who said drama was for fags?"

"What...what do you want..."

The girls had been watching with giggles on their muzzles, now they were very serious.

"Look there Mark."

I looked. The fag's laptop, with his usual webcam assembly on top.

A webcam that was on...

"We are just the ones who volunteered to be here to watch. The rest are online, and recording. You are fucked, stud, but good. So far the only ones to see your little gay sex romp with Robin are a few carefully chosen girls who will enjoy but take it no further. Oh, don't worry, plenty are probably frigging themselves right now, best orgasm you will have ever given them. But for now it's for personal use only. As long as you play ball..."

"Name it!" I was terrified now, hopelessly terrified. There was no way I was risking my football mates seeing that...oh God, seeing this...

"Good. Well, first, time for some payment. And Robin gets his first."

"What...does he...does he want me to fuck his ass again..."

The otter smiled down at me as if I was profoundly dense. He even patted my mane, the cunt. Then he straddled my hips again, but this time he didn't sit down.

"We know how much you like headjobs Mark...time to be on the giving side for once..."

I stared in horror at the thick pink head bobbing right before my muzzle. One that was already leaking a line of sticky precum.

"No way!"

The otter gripped my mane then, roughly, and I yelped as he pulled me towards him. I kept my lips tight, and he slopped his cockhead against my muzzle instead. I could feel the heat coming off it, and the little jerks and shudders as he rubbed against my skin.

"Yes way Mark. Or else...which members of the rugby team should we send this to first do you think?"

I almost cried again. Almost. It was really just something in my eyes. But I knew I was trapped, so I opened up, and he slid inside slowly almost gently. That kind of made it worse.

He had one paw on my mane, stroking, and one on my cheek, as he rocked back and forward, using my muzzle like a pussy. And I felt him throb and swell and tasted his acrid cum. He was enjoying it.

"Such a good horsey...such a good horsey..."

I knew he was getting close, and he reached back to tease me, one paw now sliding up and down my overheated length. I was close too, and I could feel the end coming soon. Then the first wave of orgasm struck, and I opened my muzzle wide to scream out a whinny of relief.

He rammed his hips forward, hard, and my throat filled with ottercock. Then I felt the thick outpouring of his ejaculation and I was choking on it, filling my muzzle, my guts, my nose with sticky guy seed. All I could taste and feel was otter sperm. I knew that taste would be with me forever, and I broke down, even as the last jet of cum from my own release puddled in my lap.

I got to eat out both of the girls too before they untied me, and only after I gave both of them satisfactory orgasms. My tongue was almost in spasm by then, I think I sprained it. But it wasn't in as bad a shape as my ego. And worse was to come.

"Now, listen Mark and listen good. First, if we ever hear you treating a girl bad again..."

"I got it, I got it!"

"Second, in payment for Robin. He gets you for a month, as his slave. He specified the payment...we are more than happy to oblige though..."

I was so deeply deeply fucked. The only problem was I didn't immediately realise how much.

That is how I got to be here, lying down on Robin's bed. I'm wearing a pair of frilly pink nickers generously donated by Sandra, that cow, that the otter made me wear to school. At least Robin refused to let them watch, but that doesn't help all that much.

I haven't a clue what the otter wants, but I know I won't like it. While I wait and the horrors run through my mind, I decide I can't wait any longer... I have to know.

"Robin..."

"Ahh, so it's Robin now is it. Not fag? Otterfag?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Yes and no. You are sorry you are stuck with this, but not sorry you're an asshole, Mark..."

"Whatever. What are you going to do with me?"

"Well, what do you think I should do with you?"

"Haven't you made your point? If this was about teaching me a lesson...well, I've learned..."

I turned my head to watch him then. He was getting undressed...oh fuck, no...

"Yes, it was about that a bit. At least at the start..."

"So let me go!"

"Yeah, but there were other things too. Like, when I told you how I watched you on the rugby field, how hot you looked there, how I worshipped from afar...that was true too. You are the hottest guy in school, and the fact you are straight but adventurous....ahhh, that just made me achingly horny."

"I'm not adventurous!"

"Yeah, I know. You aren't gay. And you aren't, and yet..."

"What!"

"When I felt up your ass...I could tell you liked it. A lot."

"Ohh fuck..."

"And you have the hottest tailhole in the school too. When I watched you packing down for a scrum, thighs tensed, legs spread, I could see your footy shorts strain across your buns and tighten in your crack. Your package looked amazing, and with your tail raised like that, I could almost taste your pucker...I knew I wanted to taste what it felt like for real..."

"You fucker!"

"So relax Mark..." and he slowly pulled down my panties while I begged him with my eyes. Eyes that watered a little, but not from crying.

"It may have been about teaching you a lesson at first but now..."

"Yes...?"

"Now, I just want a piece of this ass!"

I felt his muzzle against my crack, then the wet feel of a tongue sliding down to my tailhole. I squirmed, helpless, and began to mumble. Not beg, or cry. I'm not a fag.

I just wished my cock wasn't so fucking hard. This is going to be a very long month.