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Early Summer

My life as a foot slave had begun when I was just a young otter cub. I remember the first time I smelt the maw-watering stench of hind-paws. It was during a warm summer's day. I was, like any 7 year old cubs, playing around; jumping, swinging, running in the park. I cannot remember where my parents were at the time, but in retrospect I am glad I didn't know. Swiftly, I glided down the slide before falling unceremoniously onto the ground. Landing on my rear, I let out a distressed chirp. My small webbed paws rubbed my cheeks.

"Be careful next time!" A voice suddenly appeared as a tall figure loomed over me.

A pair of large ears, standing dominantly, flickered at my chirp as I looked up at a bulky kangaroo. His muzzle showed some grey fur and whiskers which swayed under his alcoholic breaths. His arms were bulging trunks which still couldn't be compared to his even more muscular legs hidden behind tight jeans. He sported a large belly covered by a dirty, stained wife beater. His bulge left no room for imagination. Now that I think of it, I am pretty sure that Master's perfect manhood was throbbing and swelling inside his thick plump sheath. Oozing pre and mixing with stale urine from his last piss, Master wasn't bothered by the fact that my small mustelid muzzle was only inches away from his pulsating fuck rod.

"S-sorry..." I muttered while awkwardly scratching my small round ear.

Suddenly, the love of my life pressed against my chest. The long, thick, and oh so wonderful hind-paw! Master had raised his bare foot. Rough pads pressed against my heaving chest before four oval toes forcefully massaged me. I still remember to this day every single detail. Those stout, chunky toes! His claws were dulled but far from safe. Menacingly, Master clawed at my T-shirt as if demanding me to strip for him. Then it hit me, literally!

Oh the stench! The pungent aroma of sweat mixed with sweet earth smells invaded my nose. I could figure out some dirt sliding in between his toes as Master wiggled them. I couldn't stop pointing my sensitive nose at my God that is the kangaroo's foot. The heat radiating from it was nearly visible. It carried every single sharp scent Master's hind-paw possessed. The sweaty musk emanated from his bare paw was hypnotising. It was only until my drool dripped from my whore of a maw that I noticed the wetness of my chest. Soaked by his sweaty pads, even I started to perspire. Not because of the sun! No, no! What made me quiver like a bitch in heat was Master's smell. I was his! Without uttering a word, Master had claimed my body, my affection, and later my servitude to him, his glistening cock, and his rancid-smelling hind-paws.

"Heh!" He huffed at the pathetic sight of a shivering otter cub.

The entire world was starting to shake and swirl with each breath I took. My vision narrowed only focusing on his toes. Still drooling, I forced myself to look up. My small ears folded back. My nose sniffing for more, always more. My eyes watering from the stench met his dark piercing ones.

Saturday - A month later

Nightly routines

The butt plug buzzed and hummed inside of my quivering hole. Teasingly slow vibrations brought the sluttiest of whores inside of me. It had been only a month since my Master saved me from a normal life. Now, I live and breathe for cock. I was born to serve that gigantic monster of a fuck rod.

I knelt at the end of the bed. My muzzle showered his large hind-paws with loving kisses and needy laps. I would clean the dirty in between those clawed toes, savouring each hungry lick. Small submissive whimpers escaped my maw as the foot (which I wasn't currently worshipping) would paw at my little nipples.

With a growl, Sir spread his legs wide open for me to crawl in between. Master had always insisted me to sleep where cum addicted whore should sleep. My cheeks were usually pressed against that musky groin. He never liked wearing his underwear much, so the build-up of his nightly crotch sweat oozed onto my face. Though sometimes having his weekly rugby session with his colleges from the construction site, Sir would keep his jockstrap. His balls would be swimming in his musky sweat while his sheath bathed in pure testosterone. So I would be huffing and panting all the while breathing in his scent. Rugby matches also created the perfect breeding ground for hind-paw sweat. His thick, crusty socks would tease and stroked against my little otter sheath.

I loved the night when Sir would force my small maw around his throbbing length. I had difficulties at first to accommodate a girth-y roo rod. Lately, I fit him like a fuckin' tight cock warmer as he liked to put it. My head would be tied to his rough thrusting hip. The jock strap held my muzzle firmly onto his cock by pressing against the back of my head. Before sleeping, Master would let me tease him hard. But my maw is still a bit too small for him, so my paws had to jerk and paw most of his throbbing shaft. My tongue meanwhile would wiggle around his juicy tip. I know every nook and cranny. Following each pulsing vein, I always ended up right at his piss slit. After getting hard, Sir would start my deep-throating training. Slowly, he pressed his gigantic cub maker along my tongue, deeper into my maw. Gently his tip would nudge the back of my maw. I'd let out a submissive slut moan for him to stop. All the while, my eager soft otter paws massaged his cock, radiating the most erotic smell. I would bring my foot paws up, webbed as they are. Sir would tell me to knead his large orange sized balls. And so for most of the training, I would be pressing and rubbing my hind-paws against Master's cum sack.

Picture a small otter cub, suckling, nuzzling, worshipping my Master's fuck rod. My tiny hind-paws kneading and massaging his fat, round seed sack. Gagging at the occasional rough needy thrust from Sir's hip. I would drool and moan around his tip, mixing my whore saliva with his Godly pre cum.

After my throat has been widened and relaxed enough for his face breeding, the kangaroo roughly twisted my ear while his other paw grabbed the back of my head like a vice. My whimpers and moans were all coming out as muffled from the gagging cock. Suddenly, his initial thrust guided his cock down my throat. Sir would fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck. The roo became a beast driven by his male dominance and lust. At times, his balls came swinging and bounced against my leaking groin. He writhed in bed, using my head as a lever for his animalistic breeding. Breathing through my nose kept me from falling unconscious. When Master's scent was too rancid even for this whore of an otter to handle, I would faint from the pungent strong stench that is male musk. With his balls rubbing my cock teasingly with each thrust, my pre would leak more uncontrollably before spewing my cub seed.

A final throb following an aggressive low growl made his paws clench down harder against my head. My small load, hitting his sack of cum brought Sir over the edge. My paws felt the cum flowing from the base of his meat up and into my cum hungry maw. Most of the time, his seed would overflow my whore maw. But like any bitch in heat, I eagerly and greedily swallowed each spurt, each bucket load of my Master's essence. His orgasm would ride out for minutes during which he emptied his fat balls. My belly would bulge the more cum I drank. At times, his musky salty juice would drip down the sides of my muzzle. I was full! My belly expanded to accommodate his seed.

Exhausted, I would fall asleep, only to be awaken by his morning wood.

Sunday - The next day

Morning routines

He needed to breed me! Of course! Such a dominant sex God would ask nothing less than a cock hungry tail-hole for him to claim and destroy every morning. And so, he did. Every morning, I felt the familiar smell of lust and pure testosterone flowing from his groin, against which I slept. Sometimes, I would still be suckling on his flaccid 7 inch cock tip. I would dream of drinking pre only to wake up to actually nuzzling like a cub on his baby-maker. The slow rhythmic vibrations of the butt plug had had its effect.

I needed him inside of me. I could not survive without that big meaty breeding machine being rammed into my tight cub hole. I was lifted up before being roughly placed on his muscle gut and sweaty pecs. My back pressed against my Master. I breathed heavily, not used to fresh, un-musky air. Still waking from the sex coma, I felt how the roo reached down to fuck me with the butt plug.

The large bulb pressed against my tight ring before plopping out with a wet sound. I let out whimpers, submissive moans, and pleas for him to start impregnating me with his cum. Low chuckles and lustful bites on my shoulder, Master would teach me to behave.

With each greedy moan, the kangaroo would slap my little balls. With each submissive shiver, Master would bite down on my neck. I needed him to badly. My hole began quivering and trembling, fantasising about that cock of his. My nipples were teased, my dicklet tugged at, and my entire body scratched and bitten before I finally felt the purpose of my life swelling against my groin.

Master loved abusing my weak whore body. But the real abuse would come soon. With a swift tug, Sir would toss the butt plug away. My gaping hole winking and panting for cock. The kangaroo's 12 inch fuck rod grazed against my taint, causing me to yip and moan.

"M-master..." I whimpered quietly, rubbing myself against his oozing tip.

With a sudden slap, making me cry out in pain, Sir hit my little otter balls. Master hated needy bitches.

"SORRY MASTER!" I screamed before he would thrust his entire cock up my tight love chute. I wiggled and shivered. The overwhelming pain and pleasure mixing inside of me. I screamed and shouted and pleaded for Master to fuck me. My cries were muffled after the roo gagged me with a crusty sock. The stench and taste brought me over the edge. I came hard, spewing all over my chest.

I wanted him even more. My gagged muzzle drooling and pleading him to destroy my boy cunt. Two large firm paws grabbed my sides. Master used me like a fleshlight, an object for his pleasure. And I loved every second of it. My small otter body bobbed up and down his entire length. His fuck rod rearranging my organs as he bred me like the whore in heat that I am. My dicklet flopped and swayed as my love chute was used to milk him. Used to bare his offspring. His balls swung up, hitting my groin. My prostate was punched with every thrust, causing bright flashes of light to cloud my vision. I was nothing without him inside of me. I squeezed and tightened my hole, allowing his cock to roughly slide along my swollen prostate. His hot pre cum lubing my hole even more.

With a hard bite, causing him to draw blood from my shoulder, Master slammed his entire cock deep inside of me. He ripped me apart before cumming buckets of his semen. I felt each spurt travelling from the base of his cock to that oozing tip. How heavenly it felt when his seed would fill me to the brim and then some.

He panted against my round ears, pressing his still hard and cumming cock deep inside of me. I felt how cum oozed from my ass. Suddenly, Master pissed inside of me. Emptying his bladder, the roo held onto me as he moaned. Relieving himself in my hole or in my gurgling hungry maw always brought Sir in a good mood. My belly was his to fill whenever he wanted and needed...

Breakfast

Master loves watching TV while having his breakfast. His armchair turned to the bright screen while the roo wolfed down bacon after bacon slices, mushy scrambled eggs, fried mushrooms, and more bacon.

My muzzle as squeezed underneath his heavy ball-sack. My nose was pressed right against his warm taint. His ass and ball musk combined inside of my nostrils. His large plump sheath hung lazily to the side. There was always some cum still drooping down from his moist opening. I huffed and panted heavily. Forced to take in even more of his scent, my entire body shivered in neediness. And boy, how I loved his smell. My drool oozed my little otter muzzle as I began to lust for him and his semen. My paws there tied to my back as I knelt in front of my Master. I would look up at the kangaroo and whimper softly into his groin, begging him to use his large hind-paws on me.

His large marsupial feet would tease my otter dicklet, making me even more eager to please and to worship his hot body. His rough pads stroked along my sensitive flesh. I felt how he wiggled my tiny cock in between his toes. My whimpers and moans grew louder as I snuck in a cheeky hump which Sir quickly responded to with a slap across my face. Leaving a red mark on my cheek, Master would huff in annoyance before resuming his greasy breakfast. Master hated needy bitches.

My tongue swiftly slid out and started to lap along his musky balls. They churned and gurgled as gallons of roo cum were slowly made. I longed for it! I needed to eat as well, and as Master would put it; You'll only eat cum and dog food from now on, slut! My diet contained more semen than feral canine wet food, and I wouldn't have changed it in a lifetime. I continued worshipping his family jewels. My tongue rubbed and grazed against every orange-sized testicle within his furry sack. I loved how sweaty they became when Master gets excited. Droplets of sweat rolled down each strand of fur on his scrotum. At one point, my entire muzzle (at least the part underneath my Master's groin) was soaking wet with

His sheath pulsed with his heartbeat. Within it grew his throbbing manhood. His pride and joy with which he would fill me, breed me, and most importantly, feed me. I relied on his cock for food, for comfort, for continuing my pathetic life as a slave. His tip finally poked out of its furry confines.

Suddenly, I felt his rough paw grab hold onto my nape. My ears instinctively splayed back against my head before I was lifted up. His plate was empty and was placed on the arm rest. Master pulled me until his God-like cock slide in between my lubed and quivering hole. I gazed up at the roo who in return lifted up his arm...

The sudden onslaught of pungent smell of sweat enveloped my nose. I instantly started to drool like a water fall, my eyes fixed at the wet patch of fur of his armpit. I knew I had to have it. With my muzzle half open and my little tongue hanging out from the sides, my cock gave a needy twitch.

"Clean it, bitch!! What are you waiting for!!"

With that, he slammed my face into his musky crevasse. Splashes of sweat dripped against me cheeks and neck. My eager maw began cleaning and worshipping his warm, pungent stink pit. I inhaled more of his smell. I gagged at times while my eyes watered. I became light headed and dizzy the longer I licked and lapped at that dripping soaking wet patch of armpit fluff.

All the while I did not notice Master already sliding in his enormous bulbous prick into his needy bitch. My hole trembled in anticipation. I was his otter whore in heat. With his hot breath against my neck, Master started to let gravity slide me down his 12 inch pole of pure manly meat. Stretching and loosening my love chute, the roo would slap my rear hard. Every smack made me whimper and moan into his armpit. Every hit caused me to tighten up for Sir's pleasure. Hate fucking a loose cunt!! Master would grunt at times after sloppy seconds...thirds...fourths...?

Meanwhile I was in musk heaven. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his scent filled my lungs. My mind was emptied and knew only to lap, to lick, to worship, and to drink whatever Master's body secretes. My little dicklet couldn't stop squirting my pathetic otter juices as my tongue sloshing against his moist pit.

I only realised that my greedy hole had fully engulfed Master's rod as my balls grazed against his rough pubic fur. The roo gave a deep growl as he lifted my head away from my warm crevasse of oozing sweatiness. My webbed hind-paws quickly turned to caress his, by then, wet and drool covered balls.

With a muzzle smeared in sweat, an open otter maw stinking of testosterone and musk, I looked up at Sir. My ears still splayed back as I licked the sides of my maw. He gently lifted me up, cock sliding out of my hole. My muzzle coming closer to his. I closed my eyes, anticipating a passionate make out.

But with a clawed grab, the roo forced my head to his other sweat oozing armpit before slamming me down with full force onto his cock. My bowels moved and squished around to accommodate him. My hole quivered with pleasure around my Master. I was bred like a good bitch, a needy bitch. My hind-paws still rested on his gurgling balls as I drank a new wave of salty goodness. My blush burned against my cheeks and ears. My entire body jerked up as Master humped me like the beast that he is.

BING BONG

Master grunted in annoyance before he threw me onto the floor. His cock flopped out of my hole. My tongue was still trying to lap like a good obedient otter slut before realising I wasn't near Master's stink pit no more.

The roo stood up and, with his raging boner, walked to the front door. Needy moans escaped my muzzle, as I knelt close to his armchair. My muzzle was pressed against the seat. Wet patches where his ass sweat soaked into the cushion were kissed and caressed. Every single smell of my Master is taken in.

After a few moments, the door creaked open.

I lifted my head and saw my Master followed by one of his rugby friends.

A tall muscle gutted rhino...