Sea Dawn
A while back I started to think about "Ya know, it'd be really awesome if there was a retirement community for older gay men who paid to have their every fantasy lived out. The whole thing staffed by college kids wearing little or no clothing."
And that's just what I wrote about. Enjoy the debauchery! :D
This projected was funded by athelstan and it features his otter Boister.
Boister waited by the clubhouse, the sea otter kinda looked out of place with the men in polo-shirts and suits. He was in a red flannel shirt that had the sleeves rolled up, and faded blue jeans that had a paint splash or two. The sea otter had a few years on him, anyone looking at him could tell he was at least older than fifty, more so when they noticed the greying strands of fur on his muzzle and on top of his head. He had a few extra pounds on him, not enough to make him look like a slob, but just enough to make his body a little soft and friendly looking.
A golf cart came to a stop in front of him, and the dragon driving stepped out out. He smiled, his horns glinting in the sun as he grinned. He was mostly black, but his palms, and the scales under his chin that slid down under his shirt were all a bright green. He had jade colored eyes, and he was in a nice black suit with bright red tie. "Ah Mr. Coquille I presume?" The dragon was impressive looking, he was a foot taller than the otter, with muscular arms, and a bit of a belly on him. He seemed to be around 40 or so. He put his hand out to shake the otter's paw.
"Call me Boister," the otter said as he reached out to shake the dragon's hand, "Only people I don't want to talk to me call me Mr. Coquille."
"Wonderful, and feel free to call me Trance, so how much do you already know about Sea Dawn?" The dragon asked as he pulled out a tablet, flipping over the protective cover and pulling out a pen.
"A little. My accountant recommended this place, and I figured I'd give it a shot. He said this was where he planned to spend his golden years, and he said that the price was well within my budget."
The dragon cocked an eyebrow as he heard that and he glanced at the otter's file, and he noticed the title 'Mine Owner' under employment. "So the mining business is lucrative I take it?"
"Dunno if I'd call it a business, but on some land I bought I was doing some digging and I stumbled on a gold vein, and I made some calls, met some people, and the next thing I knew I got more money than I know what to do with." The otter said with a shrug.
The dragon had to hold back a wolf whistle as he heard that, he was sure if this was a cartoon dollar signs would have been flashing across his eyes. Instead he just chuckled, "that's the American dream. Alright well if you know the basics, I'll show you around. Let's start with the beach and pool area, I'm sure an otter like yourself will appreciate those," the dragon said as he gestured to his cart.
The otter wiggled his whiskers, and chuckled, "Well, you gotta have a good set of those, it'll feel more like home that way."
The two climbed in and the dragon spoke as they drove. "Well we here at Sea Dawn pride ourselves with making you feel as comfortable as possible, once you buy into our little place you become part of our family, and what kind of family would be if we didn't make you feel at home?"
"Not a very good one I suppose," the sea otter said, as they zipped along through a lush green golf course.
Trance leaned back in the golf cart, and the tip of his tail flicked as they came across a group of golfers standing around at the start of the 7th hole. There was a bear, a badger, and a beaver, the three men were chatting as a nearly naked Dalmatian poured them drinks from a gallon jug of water. The dragon let off on the gas and his golf cart rolled to a stop near the golfers, "So do you like golf Boister?"
The otter stroked the whiskers on his muzzle, "Can't really say, I've never had a chance to give it a try."
"Then you're in luck, here at Sea Dawn we have some of the best golf courses this side of the country. We also offer private lessons for beginners and knowledgeable ball boys that know the courses better than the back of their paw."
The nearby bear's ears twitched as he heard that and he turned towards them, "yeah you'd know it well too if you got a face full of turf every day." He chuckled and pulled in that Dalmatian boy, the older bear's pants already starting to tent. "Just like we did to you on that last hole."
The badger laughed, "and he's such a little slut, he's a hole in one to, you just line up your dick with that puckered hole and thrust right in."
The bear grinned and started to tug on the Dalmatian's shorts, pulling them down as that young dog cock sprang to life and the boy's cheeks turned red under his fur. "He's also one hell of a good ball washer, why don't they show them Devin?"
The Dalmatian boy nodded, and he slid down on his knees, unzipping the front of the bear's khaki shorts and pulling out his cock and balls. He leaned forward and that dog's muzzle wrapped around those sweaty brown orbs. "Mmm the muzzle of an angle. Get my balls nice and clean boy, or we're going to bend you over and give your rump a good spanking."
The otter whistled, "my accountant said that your place had boys like that, but I thought it'd be a little more of a back room kind of deal."
The dragon chuckled, "nope, here at Sea Dawn, all of our staff is free to use at your pleasure. You can do whatever you want to them as long as it won't hinder their job or they're busy with another resident," the dragon paused as he saw the badger sliding in behind the Dalmatian boy, whipping out his cock and sliding it between those spotted cheeks as the kids tail lifted to the side. "But let's leave them be and get back on with the tour."
The otter nodded and watched them as they drove away, that teenager moaned as he was spit roasted between those two older men. The sea otter adjusted the bulge in his pants and he looked back at Trance, "So where do you find these kids?"
The dragon clicked his tongue, "well we have recruiters all over the country. They find the boys through dating apps like Growlr, looking for boys interested in older men, they meet up with them under the guise of a date, talk with them and then slip them a brochure that lets them know just what they're getting into. They all live on site, and sign nondisclosure agreements about this place. Most just work here for 4 years or so while attending the local college and working on their degrees, other stay on for their whole lives." The dragon leaned in, and said softly, "once upon a time I was actually a ball boy, and some other things."
The otter looked at him with shock, "So you got a muzzle full of turf just like that dog boy?"
The dragon chuckled, "Oh I'd tell you all sorts of stories, but due to the nondisclosure agreement I can't share until you're a member. But I can tell you this, I know that course better than most anyone here, and I'd love to take you out some time."
The two chatted for a while, before they pulled out in front of a large gate. Boister looked on as a few naked older guys around his age and much older walked through the arched gate and onto a beach, "And if I didn't mention, all on site areas are clothing optional, if you wish you never have to wear a stitch of clothing ever again."
"I'm starting to like the sound of this place already," the otter said as he glanced out onto the beach where a few bars and some boys wearing nothing dashed around carrying drinks to the thirsty older men as they sunbathed on the beach or swam in the ocean.
"Care to take a dip? Even if you aren't a member you're free to drop trou and run out there," Trance said as he shifted and the two of them watched as a polar bear casually chatted with a friend as a young river otter slowly bobbed his head up and down on his cock.
"No, I'm alright for now," the otter said as he coughed and adjusted his pants again.
"Alright, then I'll take you the pool, and then I'll show you some other features the place has to offer," the dragon started up the gold cart again, and they drove a short distance to the pool area that had a large 12 story tower overlooking it and the beach. They pulled up to an employees' only parking space, and they climbed out. The pool area had a fence around it like the beach did, but this one circled around the whole complex.They stood in front of a large arch that had been made to look like it was made out of sandstone with sea shells and other bits of bobbles pressed into it. They walked through it and to the right there was a simple bar with a naked fox boy pouring drinks for the patrons. At the far end of the bar two older wolves sat next to each other, slowly stroking their erections, before one of them tapped the bar and a bottle of lube was quickly brought to him. The grey wolf slicked up his shaft, and the red wolf leaned over his bar stool. That grey wolf proceeded to mount him as everyone else went about their business.
"I guess the residents also fuck each other," the otter said as he watched that old grey wolf pound at his friend's ass.
"Certainly, you're all adults here, you're free to fuck and be fucked by whoever will consent. All the men here are gay or at least Bi, so they don't mind sharing their dicks or ass with whoever will have it," the dragon said as they walked forward. There was one large pool that had an artificial shore and slowly got deeper as it went on. It had a few floating islands in the pool that doubled as bars or restaurants. Around the edges of the pool there were cabanas, and chairs for sunbathing as well as some basic things like shuffleboard, mini-golf, a volleyball court, and a couple of other must haves. To their right was an area where a few hammocks were set up, and beyond that was a private area with hot tubs.
The sea otter whistled, "You guys sure do pull out all the stops." All the water reminded the otter of something and his ears twitched, "hey you guys got a place to take a piss?"
The dragon grinned in a way that made the otter furrow his brow, "certainly, right this way." Trance lead the otter through the pool area to a small locker room/bathroom. He walked inside and he brought the otter to a set of urinals inside. But these weren't ordinary urinals. Where urinals would normally stand, there were two bound chastized naked kneeling otters there. Boister's nose twitched as a combination of musky piss and cum entered his muzzle. He looked at the boys faces which had o-ring gags keeping their muzzles open, and they had cum spread across their faces from where men had fucked them.
The otter gasped, "what the hell?"
The dragon wrapped an arm around the other man's shoulder, and he leaned in close. "Relax, they want this. These little sluts signed up to have it done. Like I said we have recruiters, we find boys who are into this sort of thing or anything really, and we help all our residents live out every fantasy they have, even ones like this. They love it, don't you boys?" The dragon asked as he looked to the otters. The boys happily wiggled and mumbled in agreement through their gags.
"What about the chastity cages?"
"They like that too, they wouldn't have them on if they didn't. They have locks on them that can only be opened with a digital command from a resident. It's up to one of them whether the otters have earned an orgasm or not, or if they just want to tease their cocks for a while before locking them back up. Plus it makes a boy way happier to serve if he's wearing one, we offer a sign on bonus if they offer to wear it the first you. I took that offer myself, I tell you what, at week five without release you're willing to do anything to get a hand job. You can even see how long they've been without an orgasm by using your phone," the dragon pulled his cell from his pocket and scanned a little barcode on the collars of the boy's necks. The one on the left popped up as a week without release and the boy on the right popped up as two months. "Anyway, I'll leave you to it, I'll be waiting outside."
The dragon left without another word leaving the sea otter there in front of the two kneeling and bound river otter boys. He felt his pants stir as they both looked up at him with hopeful eyes as if wishing they'd get picked to be used. The sea otter debated using one of the stalls instead, but as he looked at their pleading eyes he felt almost guilty for even considering the option. So he picked the river otter that had gone two months without cumming, whipped out his cock and he took a deep breath, a stream of golden liquid releasing from his semi-hard shaft, and splashing over the boy's chest.
That young lad moaned, his cage cock pulsing as that golden liquid splashed over him, the otter blushed hard through his fur as he took a few step forward, that stream sliding over the boy's chin before splashing into his muzzle, that boy groaned, swallowing every drop he could, the rest just dripping out of his muzzle, over his silky fur, and dripped from the tip of his chastity cage into the drain on the floor beneath his legs. The other otter boy's eyes looked on in jealousy as that pent up otter was used the way he wanted to be.
The sea otter went to shake off his dick, but instead he got a better idea. He moved to the other river otter and pressed his dick into that ring gag. That boy instantly started to lick across his tip, draining the last of his piss from his urethra and making the sea otter hard as a rock. He pulled back, and tucked his dick back in his pants, the river otter that had just been licking his dick whined as if he was offended. "Sorry pup, I don't have time for that. Maybe if I sign up for membership I'll swing back by..." He said and both river otters wiggled happily in their bonds.
He washed off his hands, and he walked back outside. The dragon was making a few notes on his tablet, but smiled as he saw the sea otter reemerge. "What did you think?"
"It was definitely... different. But kind of nice, and those boys did seem to love it." The otter said before he patted his belly.
"Wonderful. Tell me Boister, are you the kind of man who likes a nice cigar or pipe?" The dragon asked as he tucked his tablet under his arm.
"I do love the occasional cigar, why?" The sea otter asked.
"Well I think I know a little place you'll love," Trance said as he gestured for the otter to walk with him. The two of them made their way towards the large building that towered over the beach and pool. They walked into the main entrance, a large glass chandelier hanging overhead as boys and older men in all sorts of states of undress dashed around. There was a front desk with young lads working behind it taking phone calls or sending directions to housekeeping. The floor was made of marble, and the place had a bright cheery atmosphere.
The two of them walked towards a large staircase that went down a level into a large open area with a fountain in the center. When they reached the last step they turned right and there was a sign above the door that said "The puff and suck bar", they entered the door and there was a large air blower that forced the air down, and when the door closed again it stopped. They walked down a short red hallway to another glass door and when Boister saw how smokey it was inside he realized why the blower was necessary. They pushed the door open and instantly the scent of musk and smoke filled his nose.
There were two dozen thick leather chairs scattered around the place, they were paired up with a single end table between them, others faced each other, giving the place a warm welcoming and conversation engaging feel. There were a few people scattered around, and there was a bar where a fennec fox in his 20s was serving up shots and brews. There was also a walk in humidor in the back. Though that wasn't the feature that stood out the most. That award went to two bar stools on the opposite ends of the bar.
They were the single pole style of bar stool with the leather cushion on the top, but these had been modified. They had a collar like device coming off of the back of the leather seat, which wrapped around someone's neck and kept them in place. Then under the barstool there was a floor mounted horse dildo, and occupying both spots was a set of twin wolf boys. Boister looked closer at the one on the right, and it became very clear what they were doing there and what the seats were for. The big bear sitting in the seat was leaning against the bar as that wolf's tongue licked over his hole as he drank his beer and smoked one of his cigars. The steel pole had been slickened as well as that horse dildo, so the wolf could bounce up and down on his knees as his dick rubbed desperately against that cold steel, his thighs shuddering as he tried to work up a nearly impossible orgasm. His paws were bound to a chain that hung from under the seat, making sure that he couldn't stroke himself. The only way one of those boys could get any relief was if one of the bar patrons took pity on them.
Which is just what the fox in the seat on the left of the bar was doing. He wore nothing but an unbuttoned red Hawaiian and a black flat cap. He'd slipped off one of his shoes and he'd slid his foot back to wrap his toes around that desperate wolf boy's cock. He slowly smoked his pipe, and stroked his own cock as that boy underneath him desperately humped against his foot, trying to work up an orgasm before the fox changed his mind. All while rimming that older man. He bounced up and down on that thick horse dick under him, trying to work up friction between that fox's toes, whimpering into that fat ass until finally he groaned and sprayed his cum across the steel pole in front of him and the floor.
"See? These boys love their jobs." The dragon said as he playfully nudged the sea otter with his elbow. Trance reached out and grabbed a fox boy by the shoulder, and he pulled him in close. "Hey Philip, go get two cigars from my stash for myself and my friend."
The fox boy nodded, the D-ring collar around his neck jingling as he nodded his head and said, "Yes Sir."
The dragon gestured towards a set of chairs near the back, they were in a corner so they faced each other at a slight angle and allowed them to look over the whole room. The dragon took a seat and Boister did the same. A few moments later a bright looking badger boy came up to them, the only thing he wore was a set of ankle and wrist cuffs, the one on his right wrist bigger than the other, and a collar around his neck that had his name engraved on it and a barcode, which could be scanned at a moment's notice. "Hello Sirs, my name is Blane, what can I get for you?"
The dragon looked over at Boister, "do you like whisky?"
"I'd be offended if you thought my answer would be no," the otter said with a sly smirk.
The dragon chuckled, "bring us two glasses of whisky that's your age. Neat."
"Coming right up," the badger said happily. He lifted up his arm, and he had on a bracer with a screen. He typed something into it, and then he headed towards the bar.
The otter watched as the badger boy walked towards the bar. He got to the bar and placed an order when the bear sitting at the end stool with the wolf boy rimming him grabbed his arm. He pulled that kid in close and whispered into his ear. Then the badger boy dropped right to his knees in front of the bear, wrapped his muzzle around the bear's dick, and at first Boister thought he was going to give him a blow job. But the bear made that face of joy every man makes when he takes a piss after holding it in for far too long. The sea otter watched as that badger boy swallowed every last drop quickly, then licked the bear's tip until he got the last few drops. He stood up and the bartender handed him a bottle of mouthwash and a bucket, he swirled the taste from his muzzle, spit into the bucket, and then watched as the badger grabbed their drinks as if nothing had just happened.
"This bar is one of the few full service bars on the estate, we stacked it that way. Why would you give up your favorite seat at the bar just to take a leak? When there's a whole horde of slutty boys to help you empty your bladder?" The dragon said as he watched the badger weave through the patrons.
"I suppose you have a point," the sea otter said.
"Every bar has its own quirks, there's one on the other side of the complex that has boys bound in place so there heads poke through the wall like trophies at crotch height so they can get their muzzles fuck as their rumps poke through the outer wall so anyone passing by in the pool area can slide into their rears," Trance explained.
Blane returned holding both of their drinks, he handed them off, and said, "Will there be anything else?"
"Are you free for an extended service?" The dragon asked, and the boy held up his arm and tapped at the screen on his slightly larger right wrist cuff.
"I'm free sir, there's three other boys coming in soon, and they'll be able to take orders for me until the rush." The badger replayed.
"Wonderful," Trance reached forward and grabbed that badger boy and pulled him into his lap. He traced his hand over the badger's belly, and squeezed the sheath between his legs.
The sea otter shifted as he watched the display, adjusting his tented pants yet again to hide his sudden bulge. He felt like a teenager again, all this constant sex had him popping erections like they were candy. He huffed and said, "You do have a lot of tech in this place, would I need to have to figure out some newfangled device to live here?"
The dragon slowly stroked the badger in his lap, his fingers just casually running over that tender pole of flesh. "No, anything involving technology is optional. Our job is to make your life easier, not more complicated. There's just the option if you'd like to know more about the boys or if you'd like to make plans for dinner, ect." The dragon reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He brought up an app, and he scanned the badger's collar. "Take a look for yourself."
The sea otter took the dragon's phone, and looked over the screen. A picture of Blane had popped up, and next to it was a little bit of info about him, like where he was from, what his age was, and as the badger scrolled down it also showed what he was into. There was a whole section describing his likes, it mentioned he was into watersports, being used in public, and being edged. It even had a counter that showed how long it'd been since he'd last cum. The otter's brow furrowed, "how do you guys know when these kids blow their loads?"
The dragon teased the badger's tip, as he pushed the fur from around his sheath, showing a simple black cock ring that blended in with his natural colors. "These cock rings stay on them 24/7, and they can tell when the boys cum and they update the system when they do. Most boys here cum a few times a day, but the kinkier ones into being denied orgasms or being forced to work for them only get to cum a fraction of that." The dragon said as he leaned in and nuzzled at the collar on the boys neck, getting the badger to giggle, "Their collars have some fancy features too. They have panic buttons just in case there's an emergency, GPS units so they can be tracked to make sure they aren't spying on our guests, and they monitor vitals just in case someone gets a little too rough with their play or they're in some kind of accident. Safety is our main concern after all. We want everyone here to live long happy lives here as Sea Dawn."
Just then the fox returned holding a tray with two cigars, a lighter, and a cigar cutter. "Would you like me to prep your cigars, sirs?"
The dragon nodded, and the fox set the tray down on the end table between the two leather chairs and he picked up the first cigar. He took the cutter and snipped off the cap, leaving the perfect amount of shoulder, before passing it to the dragon. He picked up the next cigar, and Boister's curiosity got the better of him. He hit back on the app's path, and he brought up the barcode scanner. He scanned Philip's collar, and his profile popped up. He was 19, enjoyed older men, and being ordered around. The otter noticed he was also available for an extended service. He looked up at the boy as he handed him his cigar, and he reached up and grabbed the D-ring of the boy's collar. He yanked him in close until that teenager's black nose was almost touching his, and he looked him right into his eyes as he said, "get on your knees and suck my dick, boy."
The insides of the fox's ears turned red as he blushed, his sheath stirring as that sea otter gave him such a firm direct order. He shuddered, and whimpered a, "Yes Sir." He sank down to his knees and his skilled paws made quick work of Boister's belt and pants, undoing them, and whipping out his throbbing pole with ease.
The dragon had that throbbing badger cock in his hand and he glanced over at the sea otter, "most men I show around here never have the balls to do that. It takes them a while to warm up to the idea of having a whole harem of boys ready to serve them at a drop of a hat."
"Well I'm not most men," the otter grunted as he felt that pretty slender muzzle wrap around his shaft, those lips squeezing his shaft as they sank down on his entire length with ease, before Philip started to slowly bob his head.
"Fair point, though I might as well join you. Blane be a dear and get on your knees and suck my dick," the boy mumbled a 'yes sir', and then he slide down onto his knees, his cock throbbing between his knees as he undid the dragon's pants pulling them down and revealing the vertical slit above the slight bulges that showed off his balls. That badger leaned down and started to nuzzle at Trance's slit, his lips sliding along the sensitive green lips and he watched as the pink head of dragon's cock began to poke up from between those silky smooth scales. That badger slowly teasing it to full mast.
Meanwhile the two older men were preparing their cigars. The sea otter had picked up the lighter and he was using it to light his cigar, while the dragon to his right was held his cigar in front of his muzzle as he puckered his lips like he was going to whistle and a small jet of flame came from between them. The cigar lit, and he quickly wrapped his lips around the shoulder and took a few pulls to get it started. The dragon let smoke roll from his nose as he enjoyed that rich flavor and that badger boy happily bobbed his head up and down on his dick.
"So how have you liked the place so far?" Trance asked, before taking a sip of the whisky that was the same age as the badger sucking on his dick.
The sea otter shuddered as that fox reached up and cupped his balls, squeezing them, before rolling them over his fingers. "Ooooh, it's nice, but I'm still waiting for the 'got ya'."
Trance swirled the amber liquid in his glass as he took another draw on his cigar, "there isn't one. This isn't a timeshare, it's a community. The only 'catch' I suppose is the amount of money that it takes to live here." The dragon slowly skritched between Blane's rounded ears. "But you knew about that before you even drove up here. This is a place for men who have worked hard their whole lives, sacrificed, and passed up on opportunities to come and live out their golden years in comfort. If you don't believe me ask anyone here, and I bet they'll tell you it was the best decision of their life."
The sea otter grunted, and he reached down to rub between the fox's black tipped ears as he slowly rolled his hips, so he gently breed that boy's muzzle as Boister took a few draws on his cigar, letting the rich smoke rest in his muzzle, before slowly lifting his head up and pushing it out with his tongue. "Yeah, that fee is pretty steep, more than half of my fortune will be gone if I sign on the dotted line to live here."
"But it's worth it, it's not like you can take it with you when you go. Why not use it for something you'll enjoy? Every day when you wake up you'll be starting another adventure, boys of every shape and size ready for you to do anything you can think of to them and do so with a smile. You'll have friends who think like you, who get their rocks off thinking about the same things, and who you'll be able to talk about with things you might not have even uttered to anyone in your old life. You'll never have a dull moment," the dragon explained. He shuddered as he felt that badger's throat wrap around the head of his dick and then slide down until his black nose was kissing his soft scales and those lips of his met the dragon's slit's lips.
Boister thought about that for a moment, imagining what his life could be like here. He looked down at that fox between his legs, wondering what else he could do to him. He could breed him over a barstool as he smoked a cigar, he could relax on the beach in the sun as one of those boys sucked on his dick, or he could just relax in a hot tub as he talked with a buddy and they slowly edged the fox over and over and over again until he was whimpering and begging them to stop. This place was a golden opportunity where he could spend his golden years doing whatever kinky fantasy popped into his head.
The sea otter reached out and took a hold of Philip's head, he held it still as he began to thrust forward, his balls grinding into that boy's chin as the head of his cock popped in and out of that hot slick throat. The smell of cigars, musk, tobacco, and fine spirits all tickled his nose, making his mind imagine all the things he could do there as his face scrunched up and he blew his load right into that fox's waiting muzzle, that skilled fox boy not wasting a single drop of that otter's cum, and he kept sucking even as that stiff pole began to relax in his maw.
The sea otter groaned and he looked over at the dragon next to him, watching as smoke rolled from his nose, his face scrunched up and he finally unloaded into that badger's muzzle, that boy taking it like a pro just like the fox had. Trance panted and he rubbed over his belly as he looked at the otter with a grin. "So what do you say, are you ready to start an amazing journey?"
The otter panted, his paw softly rubbing between Philip's ears, and he said, "Just tell me where to sign." He knew no matter what the cost, this place was going to make his retirement more exciting than he ever dreamed.