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Mattimeo grumbled in irritation as he scrubbed away at the kitchen pots and pans. Here it was, another nice summer day, and he was left to menial tasks like cleaning! It wasn't fair. Things like scrubbing pots and pans should be left to the older Abbey dwellers! Summertime should be enjoyed by the young, the ones who would fully appreciate it!

"Mattimeo," said Constance the badger as she entered the kitchen. "Make sure you do a good job with those."

"I will," said Mattimeo, none to convincingly. "You can count on me."

Constance folded her arms. "I'd like to think so, but the last time you were assigned to scrubbing pots and pans, the cooks complained that they still had burnt food on the bottoms."

"Maybe they should learn not to burn the food," said Mattimeo under his breath. Unfortunately for the young mouse, his tone wasn't quiet enough.

"I heard that!" bellowed Constance. "I would have thought that after all you've been through, you'd have learned a little respect, but I guess I was wrong."

Mattimeo hung his head in shame. After being captured by Slagar and then rescued by his father, he had learned a great deal of respect. He didn't mean to come across as rude, but he was just upset about missing out on the lovely day everyone else was enjoying.

"I'm sorry, Constance," said Mattimeo, his tone sincere. "I will do my best with the pots and pans. I promise."

Constance nodded. "That's better. As soon as your done, you can leave. I trust that you won't leave the job unfinished."

"Thank you," said the young mouse, now resolved to do his best.

"We won't let him go without finishing either!"

Mattimeo turned his head to see Tim, Sam and Cheek the otter strolling into the kitchen. Mattimeo's attitude was brightened even further by their prescience in the kitchen.

"Ah," said Constance. "Have you boys come to help Mattimeo?"

The three males nodded their heads eagerly. Reassured that the pots and pans would be cleaned in no time at all, Constance left the four to their task, ready to go out and enjoy the day herself.

Mattimeo looked over at his three friends. "Thanks, guys. I thought I'd never get this done."

"Glad to help," said Sam.

"We'll be done before you can say Salamandastron!" added Tim.

"Just throw me some pots to scrub," ordered Cheek.

The four young males went at the scrubbing like there was no tomorrow. Normally, scouring the Abbey cookware would take several hours if only a solitary creature worked at it, but with four energetic young beasts on the job, the whole ordeal seemed to take no time at all. Once everyone was done scrubbing, the boys thought it best to inspect each others work, making certain that there was not a tiny little remnant of food adhered to the pots and pans. After everything was inspected, Mattimeo jumped for joy, glad to be free from the shackles of kitchen work.

"So," said Mattimeo, rubbing his paws together. "What do you guys want to do?"

Tim and Sam looked at each other, grinning mischievously. Mattimeo didn't even need an answer from them. "I thought so," said the young warrior mouse. "Well, shall we?"

It was at this time that Cheek spoke up, not knowing what the three of them were doing. "Hey, where are you three going off to?"

The other three males stopped, looking at each other for an answer to his question.

"Um," said Mattimeo, scratching his head. "We're going up to the bell tower for awhile."

"What are you doing up there?" asked the otter.

"Sunbathing," answered Sam, growing impatient.

"Really?" said Cheek. "Can I come with you?"

"No," said Mattimeo flatly.

Cheek slapped his rudder against the kitchen floor. "What? Why not?"

"Because this is a private meeting. Invitation only." answered Tim.

Tim's answer only further irritated the otter. He was new to Redwall Abbey, and he wanted to do all the things that everyone else did. Now, here he was being snubbed by creatures he thought were his friends. He wouldn't stand for it.

"I want to come too!" demanded the otter, slapping his rudder down even harder than before.

"I said no, Cheek," said Mattimeo.

"Fine," snarled the otter. "Then I'll tell your parents that you three are up to something and you're not being fair to me!"

The other three males knew this would not be taken well by any of their parents. As life long Abbey residents, they were expected to show kindness to every creature, never excluding anyone from Redwall activities. Still, they wanted to have their fun, but what were they going to do?

"Okay," said Mattimeo. "You can come with us, Cheek, but first, you have to swear an oath."

"What kind of oath?" asked the otter.

"An oath that you'll keep your fucking mouth shut!" snapped Sam.

Cheek was taken aback by Sam's behavior. It wasn't like the squirrel to get easily upset, and he had never heard him use foul language before. Whatever they were up to, it must be very important, and very secret.

"Okay," said Cheek. "I'll take your oath."

"Good," said Mattimeo. "Now, raise your right paw and repeat after me."

Cheek raised his right paw, ready to recite whatever Mattimeo uttered.

"I, Cheek Otter."

"I, Cheek Otter." repeated Cheek.

"Do solemnly swear that I will never discuss . . ."

"Do solemnly swear that I will never discuss . . ."

"Anything that goes on between Mattimeo, Tim, Sam and I . . ."

"Anything that goes on between Mattimeo, Tim, Sam and I . . ."

"Under pain of death!" said Mattimeo, not a hint that he was joking.

Cheek gulped. "Under pain of death!"

"Very well," said Mattimeo, folding his arms. "Now, you are under oath, and I expect you to keep your word!"

"I will," assured the otter.

Sam grabbed Cheek by the collar of his shirt. "You'd better, or I'll kick the shit out of you, Cheek!"

Cheek gulped, wondering just what he'd gotten himself into.

Not long after the oath had been sworn by Cheek, the four males went up to the bell tower. Most of the time it was unoccupied, except when it needed to be rung for meal times or in emergency cases. Other than venturing outside at night, it was the perfect hideaway for their meetings.

"Okay," said Mattimeo, shutting the bell tower door behind him. "Cheek, we were serious about what we said earlier. You breathe a word of this to anyone and you'll be in the infirmary for a month!"

"Sheesh," said the otter. "I don't see what the big deal is, we're just sunbathing!"

Sam and Tim chuckled, while Mattimeo shook his head. This only confused Cheek further.

"I don't understand what's going on," said Cheek. "Are we sunbathing, or not?"

"No," said Mattimeo.

"Then, what are we doing?" asked Cheek.

Mattimeo looked over at Sam and Tim, grinning. "Should we show him, boys?"

Sam and Tim nodded their approval. Cheek watched as Mattimeo, Tim and Sam slowly pulled off their clothes. This would not have normally bothered Cheek if he knew they were actually sunbathing, but the other three were adamant that was not the case. Eventually, Cheek was the only one in the bell tower with any clothes on, seeing the other three males standing completely naked without a trace of shame on any of them.

"What are you guys doing?" asked Cheek.

"We're gonna play with each other," said Tim, stroking his hardening cock.

"Like how males play with other males," added Sam, rubbing his own member.

The boys watched, seeing the gears in Cheek's head slowly turning. "You mean . . . you guys are . . . fucking?"

"And sucking," added Mattimeo, rubbing his rock hard cock. "Cheek, if you don't want to join us, or even be here, but you still can't breathe a word to anyone!"

Cheek stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity, but it was Mattimeo who first noticed the otter cracking a smile. Carefully, Cheek pulled off his shirt, revealing his lean, muscular chest before dropping his breaches. Mattimeo, Tim and Sam were finally rewarded with the sight of Cheek casting aside his loincloth, leaving him as naked as they were.

"I take it you want to join in?" asked Mattimeo.

"I do," said Cheek. "What do you want me to do?"

"You can just watch for now," said Sam, getting in his usual middle position. "Why not enjoy the show for now?"

Cheek watched from only a few feet away as Mattimeo and Tim took up their respective positions on the squirrel. Tim, a natural top, was the first to enter the squirrel; shoving his aching member inside of squirrel's butt. It had been over a week since he had taken Sam there, so the tightness was even better than usual. Cheek watched, completely transfixed by the sight of Tim going after the squirrel, thrusting away at his ass.

"You ready, Matty?" asked Sam.

"Always!" said the warrior mouse. Mattimeo, deciding today to lie on his back, looked up, seeing the squirrel lowering his mouth on his member. The mouse exhaled ecstatically, happy to feel the familiar and always pleasurable lips of Sam wrap around his dick. The warrior mouse extended his right paw, placing it atop Sam's head as the squirrel sucked away at his length. Just as it had been over a week for Tim, Mattimeo had been without a much need blow job for just as long. Of all of the boys, nobody enjoyed a good blow job more than Mattimeo.

Everything in Cheek's mind was gone, save for the sight of the three males in front of him. The otter pulled away at his own cock, but didn't want to climax just yet. With three males, and four counting him, he was certain there was still much to do before they called it a day. The otter took in the sounds of thrusting, sucking and heavy breathing as the trio went at it hammer and tongs. Before long, Tim had a crazed look on his face, ready to blow his wad.

"Oh . . . Sam!"

Cheek watched as Tim grunted, thrusting a final time before he shot his load. The otter was amazed at how large it was, with much of it flowing out of the squirrel's ass and landing on the bell tower floor. Tim pulled out and laid on his back, satisfied with the results.

Cheek continued to watch as Mattimeo continued to be sucked off. Cheek's vision fixated on Sam's lips bobbing up and down on the mouse cock, wanting to suck out Mattimeo's cream. Cheek just hoped he hadn't been dreaming; that this whole experience had not been a figment of his imagination.

"Fuck . . . Sam!"

Sam slurped away as Mattimeo shoved the squirrel's head down, growling as he climaxed into the squirrel's mouth. Sam, like usual, was more than happy to drink up his reward, even licking Mattimeo's cock clean of every drop.

"Well," said Tim. "What do you think, Cheek?"

Cheek, hornier than he had ever been in his life, was almost incapable of speaking by this point. He pointed at Sam, who was now standing up , right in between his legs.

"I want that!" exclaimed the otter.

Sam looked down at his own length, which had yet to be drained. He smiled over at Tim and Mattimeo.

"I think he wants my penis," said the squirrel. "Okay," said the squirrel, lying on his back. "Come get it!"

Cheek wasted no time in going to the squirrel. Although he had no sexual experience beyond pawing off, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. Putting his nose near Sam's crotch, he inhaled the strong, masculine scent of aroused male. The smell only made Cheek want this more. Opening his mouth, the otter licked away at Sam's cock, much to the squirrel's satisfaction. Cheek had often fantasized about being with other males, much in the same way he fantasized about females, but this was something very different. No proper beast at Redwall Abbey would ever metnion the topic of male on male intimacy, much less participate in it. So, when Cheek finally had the chance to engage in these acts with his friends, he considered it a blessing.

"Hey," said Mattimeo to Tim. "How about we help our new friend with that?"

Mattimeo had pointed at Cheek's own member, hard, thick and needing release. The otter had by now taken to sucking on Sam's member, but the way he had positioned himself was such that the mice could orally access him. Grinning to one another, Mattimeo and Tim went over, taking turns on sucking away at the otter's cock. When one had enough sucking, he passed the cock over to the other. Both mice were amazed at how much Cheek could take in of Sam's dick. Being a squirrel, Sam was well-endowed with a large cock; one that dwarfed Tim and Mattimeo's, even Cheeks, though each was well hung for their species.

Sam swayed his head back and forth, loving every second of the otter's oral work. He couldn't take his eyes off Cheek, who thus far had been the only beast to take in his entire length. Not only that, the otter was able to suck away hard, deep and fast. Needless to say, Sam didn't regret allowing the otter to come along with them.

"Fuck . . . gonna . . . cum!"

Cheek felt the blast of squirrel seed shooting into his mouth. It was the first time he had ever tasted another male's cum. The taste was strange, but not at all unpleasant. Just as Sam had done, Cheek managed to swallow the entire load Sam gave him, down to the last drop.

"Oh . . . Tim . . . Matty!"

Cheek blew his load, and as luck would have it, Mattimeo and Tim were able to each take turns drinking from the tap. Mattimeo, who had been the one sucking at the time of climax, got first dibs, but was generous enough to plug the otter's cock with his paw and pass it over to Tim, who finished the remnants.

Now, all four males were drained. They all laid on their backs, staring up at the bell tower.

"That was fun," said Mattimeo.

"You enjoy yourself, Cheek?" asked Tim.

"You bet I did!" said the otter cheerfully.

"You sure you never sucked a cock before?" asked Sam. "You handled it like a professional!"

All four of them laughed at Sam's remark, but it was Mattimeo's searing insight that most captured everyone's attention.

"Well, Sam," said the young warrior mouse. "If Cheek was that good his first time out, it only stands to reason that he'll get better. Practice makes perfect you know."

Sam stood to his feet in an instant. He hadn't though of that! Quickly, an idea formed in his head.

"You know," said the squirrel. "It's been a while since we sneaked out at night. I think we need to try that sometime soon, don't you?"

All four friends looked at each other, and like so many moments in life, no words needed exchanged between them.

Sneak out some time? They would sneak out that very night.