Jon’s Anal Humiliation
Jon's Anal Humiliation
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You can guess from the title already who commissioned this story... Jon Sanders of course! Beware of some material that can disturb some readers! (There's a girl in this story)
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"DING DONG!"
Jon's ears and whiskers perked. The lil' otter had been fiddling away with his bass on his bed when he heard the doorbell go.
"Hmm."
The otter wasn't expecting any visitors at the moment, which made it a particularly curious an occurrence. it wasn't really unprecedented for him to have surprise guests, however, the socially adept otter that Jon was, so he wasn't too surprised when the doorbell rang again. Whoever it was had to be quite insistent about seeing Jon, he thought, with a big toothy smirk.
"Cumming, cumming!" he yelled with glee, slung the bass off his slinky form, and hopped to the floor on his bare footpaws. He was only dressed in cargo shorts and a Murder Is Light Fun (aka MILF) death metal T-shirt, his common casual lounging about outfit for the dorm.
The otter padded across the room and over to the door, which he then proceed to open.
"Evening, Wiggleytooth."
A smirk spread to Jon's lips. The new arrival was none other than his very good best college friend Kim. The girl otter sported a low cut black top with ample cleavage for her assets plus a pair of very tight jeans she probably could only put on by first lubing her legs up with Crisco, Jon thought, and wagged his tail.
"Hey!"
"Mind if I come in?" Kim asked. "Oh, obviously you don't, since I can smell you haven't started to jerk off yet."
The girl pushed her way him expertly and was inside the room even before Jon's erection had filled up. She sure knew how to get under his fur, Jon thought, with a further smile while he closed the door and turned about to follow her into the man-cave of his room. She observed the premises with a brief glancing sweep, after which she stole his previous spot on the bed, cuddled up close to the bass there. Jon was left standing up by the bed and looking at her curiously, while Kim lounged it away.
"Thanks for...inviting yourself in, I guess," Jon noted while rubbing a tusk.
"Isn't that what you do, Jonny-boy?" she sounded condescending. "Invite people...in?"
Jon almost hated the fact that he found what she'd just said to be quite hot.
"Hmmm...maybe?" he replied.
Kim patted her long, luxurious lutrine tail against his bed and made the springs thrumble. Jon's eyes followed it, not only because he loved every tail, but because tails connected into butts, and taiils were a bit like extra large cocks, especially otter tails. And Jon if anyone liked cocks.
"Had a busy day today?" Kim asked.
"Not too bad," Jon said. "Music theory, but I was mostly just trying to come up with new riffs while I was in there so...yeah, I'll have to copy the notes from Tim or something."
"Sounds like someone's been a bad boy..." Kim noted.
"You think?" both Jon's ears and his brows quirked hopefully. Things always went the good way when she made such an observation.
"I couldn't care less about whether you study or not," Kim said, "that's not what I'm worried about...no, no..."
Jon wondered what kind of an imaginary infringement Kim might've come up with. She was viciously creative when it came to riling up an otter, and Jon had a lot of experience about being on the wrong (good?) end of her wits in that matter. The things she could say.
"So what then? Do you think I've been slacking off?"
"More like jacking off I bet, but I don't think that's the point..:"
Jon snickered.
"That's more like the rule rather than the exception, isn't it?" Jon said. "Boring otter is bored at times...paws wander..."
"That's what I've heard," Kim blurted.
"Hmmmm?"
"Well someone was out last night, from what I've gathered..."
Jon rubbed his neck curiously.
"I...I was, yeah...but you know about that, I told you on WhatsApp."
"Uh huh...that's not all I heard."
"So why do I get the idea that you know more than I think you do, dude?" Jon asked.
Kim shrugged theaterically.
"How would I of all furs know about anything like, say, you hooking up with a fox you met on Knot'd?" the girl-otter stated.
" - eh whut?" Jon blurted out in genuine surprise.
"You heard what Kimmie said," she retorted with a smirk of her own,"fox. White blotch over left eye. Wears a bead bracelet. Talks really fast. Answers to the name Freddie, I believe...though I don't know what his hookup app user name is...we didn't go quite that deep into it when we were talking. But we did talk about a lot of things alright."
Now Jon started to feel genuinely embarrassed about what she was saying. Sure, he had no qualms about her friends knowing that he had an active sex life, but this conversation was approaching the topic from a very odd angle.
"How do you..."
"He was really chatty," Kim giggled, "and once I told him that I know Jonny-boy... well he just kept going about it..."
"Ehm..." Jon tugged on one of his tusks, a nervous habit that he'd never gotten quite rid of.
"I mean, really..." Kim clicked her tongue,"I would've never..."
"I don't really know what the point is here, Kimmie," Jon noted.
"Well pointed and stiff and eager, from what he told me..."
"Uhm..." Jon felt his cheeks heat up a little.
"Who would've thought!" she snickered," Jon Sanders actually using his itchy bitchy boy tool for something besides pulling his pud."
Jon's cock grew painfully hard upon being described in such dismissive terms. He also hung his head down, and let out a kind of a crooning noise of embarrassment.
"I didn't even know you can keep it up for it...I thought your dick only gets hard when you have something up your butt..."
Jon almost coughed at that.
"I never...thought that would preclude one from...from doing...whatever you are suggesting I might have done a fox..."
"Heh," she snorted," figure you'd have something to slip up there while you were pumping that fox's ass...what an ass, too, I mean, obviously I looked, since you must've liked it...I'm not sure I quite like men wearing pants that ride up to their ass crack but...if you're into it..."
Jon had to concur that he was into it, because seeing the fabric slip between those mounds and under that thick fuzzy tail was more than suggestive of what lovely things could hide underneath there, puckered up things. He wasn't entirely sure whether he was into Kimmie knowing just what buttholes Jon was into...or been into, as well.
"And he told you, just like that?"
Kim chuckled.
"What goes around comes around, Jonny-boy..."
Jon tried puffing out his chest a little, which was a Herculean effort for someone who was so thin as he was, almost scrawny.
"Then I guess it must've been pretty fantastic if he likes boasting about getting it..." he suggested.
"Or maybe this Freddie is even a bigger buttslut than you are!"
"Hmm...well he didn't complain..."
"Just moaned and begged for more?"
Jon coughed.
"Just how detailed was he?"
"Detailed enough," said the girl-otter, "and do I have to say...my, my, my..."
Jon shivered a little at the odd tut tut tone she was using. It was pretty common for him to be called a bad boy, but it coming from the girl friend of his made it sound almost...disapproving. Usually his friends were more of a "wooot, way to go, bro!" mindset when it came to Jon's sexual escapades.
"Whut?" he muttered.
Kim licked her lips.
"You're a bad boy..."
"Eh..."
"You show me that bottom-hole of yours now," the otter huffed. "Or I gotta tell everyone that the shop's been closed for business..."
"M-what?"
"Do I really need to tell you to do this?" she sneered.
Kim got up from his bed and was on him in a flash before he had the time to resist. Her hands gripped the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down in a swift drop of shorts over to Jon's knees. His tail jumped up into the air with surprise, and his hard cock made a tent in the hem of the MILF shirt he still wore.
"Now that's more like it..."
"I think you're the one being the bad otter now..." Jon muttered.
Kim slapped the boy otter's boner through the shirt. Jon yelped.
"Ow!"
"You thought that hurt?" Kim snorted. "You're wrong."
The next swat landed on his butt. Jon went to grab it, but before he could, her paw had gripped on his tail and he was being tugged at quite hard.
"Grab your ankles, butt boy."
Jon's nuts swayed in their sac between his legs when he did like a good boy would, and submitted to her roughly issued commands. The new posture meant that he'd be ass up and face down, with his tail flicking antsily from side to side, at least the part was that wasn't in her webbed paw.
"Are you trying to prove something, Kimmie?" Jon muttered, his head starting to feel heavy and flushed from being upside down, though his face couldn't compete with the stiffness of his cock that'd grown incredibly hard from the humiliation he had to undergo in his friend's paws. She was sure to keep his tail raised, too, which meant that the otter had a direct line of sight underneath it as well.
"Well gotta check on the rumor Freddie told me that your ass is tight as an inner tube..."
"Uhhhh..." Jon panted.
"It looks more like someone was trying to drill a hole down here..."
"It...eh..it's my asshole..." Jon mumbled. "It's meant to be there!"
Kim drew her fingers together and plopped her paw against his crack so that her knuckles bumped onto the otter's pucker. Jon moaned out, in surprise at how sexy it was, and also in embarrassment at being toyed with like that.
"What're you doing?" Jon meeped.
"What do you think?" Kim twisted her wrist around so that her knuckles churned about in his exposed crack. "Fisting your slut butt..."
"I don't think it works quite like...uh..that!" said the otter whose butt was getting molested by his friend, who was a girl, too!
"Works for me..." she snorted.
"Uhh..."
She repeated the grinding action a couple more times before it was suddenly terminated and her knuckles were replaced by a couple of fingerpads instead. That made the otter almost whimper, feeling her touch his pucker so blatantly. She must've felt how the hole shivered under such contact.
"Though you don't want your ass to look like the Panama Canal of buttholes...I still don't like the thought of you topping, Jon..."
The insides of Jon's ears burnt, hearing her disapproving tone.
"W-why is that...mi...miss?" he moaned.
"It doesn't suit you," Kim snapped, and gave his tail a tug.
"Uh...okay?" Jon mumbled.
Now she delivered a proper spanking slap across his butt cheeks, a real ringing one it was .
"Now that's what guys like to see...nice moaning bottom otter who raises his tail like a good boy..." she prodded at his hole.
"W-when did you become such a dominatrix, K-Kimmie?" Jon questioned, from somewhere in his own little pleasure land.
"Oh, maybe when I realized that you get off at the slightest interest at your dirty little ass...do you deny that?"
"NNoo?" Jon suggested.
"Grab your ass cheeks before I slap them more!"
The otter considered subordination for a serious moment, but then did what good boys did and put his paws on his buns.
"Spread it!" Kim snapped.
He made sure to wriggle his rump appropriately, well aware that she saw every move. What he didn't see in his posture was her taking out her phone and aiming it at his exposed rear. The synthetic click of the shutter noise played by the cam software was what roused his ears to it, though, and he glanced over his shoulder to see her snapping another one...for posterity.
"F-fuck..." Jon hissed, "that's hot..."
"Shaddap..."
"W-what do you need that for?" Jon wondered what kind of perverted butt purpose she might have in mind for the photos of his spread out pucker.
"What do you think?" Kim giggled. "If you keep up that bad behavior, it might close itself up or something...so now I've got these photos, I can show them to every guy I meet and ask them if they'd like to drill out an otter hole..."
"Oh...G-god!" Jon moaned quite helplessly.
"That's what they like to see...a hole open for business..."
"Uuuuhyeah..." Jon was almost giggling at the thought.
"Not a surprise though. I like your asshole."
"Eh...thanks..."
"It's cute and winky...maybe a bit too tight but...I know you'll fix that in the future by being a good boy when I tell you to be, isn't that right?"
"Y-yeah..." Jon whimpered.
Kim spat onto her palm and spread the dribbly saliva onto Jon's ass crack. The otter-boy could only shiver when the same slimy fingers poked at his pucker and pressed in.
"Hmm...going in easily....you must've been playing with it recently, though, haven't you?"
"Y-yes."
"Good boy," said the otter-girl. "You better make sure to keep it up, it'd be an awful shame if this bottomless pit went into waste..."
She twisted her fingers inside his rear. The otter under her command crooned out in pleasure.
"Fuck that's hot - " Jon moaned.
She pulled out and swatted his butt.
"I'll make sure to tell everyone what a good slut you are, Jonny," she said, "now I need to wash my paws off your gunk you dirty otter!"
"Uh...you know where the sink is..."
"Open up," she said. "You've got a perfectly good muzzle don't you?"
Jon had no option but to be a very good boy.
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