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Scuttle up, put it inside. Scuttle down the wall outside.

That was the bed, from Amir.

Scuttle up, put it inside. Scuttle down the wall outside.

That was the fridge, from Jamal.

Scuttle up, put it down, scuttle back...

...and the job was done.

Spiders have many interesting powers, some unique to themselves, but all are uncommonly strong. Each of Dustin's landlords-cum-roommates-cum-neighbours were capable of lifting much more than their own weight. Moving was a cinch.

Dustin was aware of how lucky he was, and tried to hold that knowledge in his consciousness, lest he become complacent.

The young artist texted the group chat his Spider friends set up for their apartment together every day, and was over at theirs again once to twice a week, in the early days of moving into his new place. It was hard to let go. They were friends, too. So.

Dustin knew immediately when Simon changed his gym, and when Finlay quit drinking. He knew when the guys ran into old friends when out drinking. He didn't take part in as much of it, however, as he'd been sort of waiting to be dragged along to it... was he?

He knew what was going on without experiencing it, as usual, and that was his comfort zone.

Dustin hadn't had an active or well-populated social life before meeting the boys at that party. He'd been a hanger-on to everything social for She Who Would Not Be Named. Dustin lost a lot when she left him. Really, with the guys, there was never anything Dustin-specific; he was their friend, their pet to be taken out. That had been great.

The only other people he seemed to attract were weirdly sensual, domineering Beasts.

And those weren't very good for social calls.

Dustin decided he could delay unpacking the rest of his things after he'd plugged in the white goods and got all the food in the fridge. He needed some alone time. A room full of boxes full of ghosts wasn't 'alone', not really.

Everything in this apartment was so empty. The walls of the living room were a very unpleasant mint colour, and everything else - furniture included - was white. He'd need to hang stuff.

Shrugging it off for another time, Dustin huffed his coat on and opened the apartment door, stepping out so quickly that the man behind it knocked on his face and he screamed in shock and fell to the ground.

"Oh, shit, man," the guy said, "are you --?"

"I -- agh --"

"Shit, dude. Shit." His voice was so languid and hoarse that Dustin had difficulty believing he was sorry, but as he looked up, he saw genuine repentance on the stranger's face. It was a very lazy repentance, though. The guy was a Monkey in a nice little blue peacoat, pale-skinned and dark-furred. In the dim light of the stairwell, it was difficult to tell much else. "Sorry."

"It's," Dustin said, but hesitated. "It's nothing. It's probably okay. You didn't get my eye."

"'k. I'm y'r neighbour," the Monkey explained, peering at Dustin's face to try to see if he was hurt. (He wasn't.) The Primate didn't seem to put anything more than the barest effort to get sound out of his throat. Dustin imagined he smelled weed - actually, this dude wore fairly nice cologne. "M'name's Gan."

"Hi, Gan," Dustin said, and introduced himself.

"You going far?" Gan said. He was still awfully close. Despite the violence of a second ago, Dustin didn't feel very intimidated by the taller guy. "Was gon' invite you over."

Dustin opened his mouth to speak, to say yes, he had somewhere to be, but thought about it. First impression. Very important. If he refused this kindness, there wouldn't be any more again.

"Not far," he said. "Just wanted some time outside the apartment."

"Big rooms of boxes, yeah," Gan said, and Dustin felt himself opening up to Gan in his head. "Come round."

"Okay," Dustin said, and tried not to sound as meek as he was.

Gan's place was bigger than Dustin's, and its walls were nice. It had at least three bedrooms, and a nice big living space. It was on two floors, unlike Dustin's. (Dustin didn't even have a living room.)

There was one big difference from the apartments and other homes he was used to: there were metal pipes and railings everywhere along the ceiling. It was probably standard for Monkeys, and tree-loving Beasts.

"You want coffee?"

"Sure?"

"You need cocoa."

"I could have cocoa."

"And..." Gan squinted at Dustin. "Oat milk's okay with you," he decided, and clambered up the ceiling to, presumably, the kitchen. "Living room's this big one. Just take a seat. Take your shoes off, too, bro."

Dustin obeyed, and tried to ignore the gentle comfort of being told what to do.

Gan returned, hanging by his tail, and without the peacoat - or the gloves on his hands and feet. He was fairly sparsely dressed, just a ratty vest and cargo shorts. Still, there was something a little too deliberately scruffy about his aesthetic. There were multiple unfilled piercings in his face, and there was a stylised lotus painting hanging on the wall.

Gan was not a naturally scruffy Monkey. Gan was a hipster.

He passed Dustin his mug of cocoa with one foot, and lay his own on the coffee table with the other. The pair sat on one enormous red leather sofa. It was so wide that Dustin couldn't sit both with his back to its back and his feet on the floor. Dustin crossed his legs.

"Thanks, Gan."

"Socks, too," Gan said.

"Sorry?"

"You gotta be barefoot in this flat. S'religious." Ssshhhreligious. God. Was he putting that voice on? What was real? Was this all pretence?

"Which... religion?" Dustin tugged his socks off - he'd only put them on ten minutes ago - and walked to one side of the room to put them in his shoes.

The carpet was good. Very, very good. Sinful, even. It was an exact sort of softness and warmth that made Dustin feel cooperated with when he walked. He found himself wanting to walk through it for hours, like it was grass.

Dead, dry, soft grass.

"I never named it," Gan said. "Just... just the Universe, man. You know. Meaning."

Of fucking course he did.

"And the Universe?"

"And meaning, yeah. You got it." Gan winked. He knew Dustin didn't got it, and Dustin could see that on his face. "C'mon back here."

Dustin did, and crawled onto the couch again. The leather was an interesting sensation in itself. Were his feet more sensitive than before?

"Where you from?"

Dustin told him.

"You like it here?"

Dustin sipped his cocoa and nodded.

"People have been good to me here," the human said, not wanting to go into it more.

"No, no, go into it more. We're getting to know each other." Gen leaned forward. In the sunlight, strangely, it was even harder to tell what colours were in his fur. There was an overall impression of grey, but there were these odd tints of green and blue.

"You haven't said anything about yourself," Dustin said, dodging.

"I'm Gan Lek. I grew up two seas away, and my job is wasting my inheritance on making my life as meaningless as possible."

"Hence the Universe," Dustin said, the bitchiest thing he'd ever said, "and meaning." He felt a little imprisoned.

"Y'r catchin' on." Another wink. God damn. "Lesse. I like drugs. I like clubs. I like takin' guys into my home an' givin' 'em cocoa and kindness an' makin' 'em feel like they're imprisoned."

What?

"Are you psychic?"

"No. You're just obvious." Gan leered a little, but it was a cartoonish, put-on thing. "I heard you're going out the night after next. Dustin."

"Were you listening in to my conversations?"

"Simon's my gym buddy. I told him about this place for you."

But you're so SKINNY! God!

"Hm." Dustin drank the delicious cocoa, and suspected Gan of things.

"I could come with," Gan said, "introduce you to some folks. Make it easier for you. Simon said you're shy." The Monkey's foot closed around Dustin's knee, thumb circling, and almost unwillingly, Dustin grinned.

Well. Right. No, it wasn't 'almost unwilling' at all. He liked this, and he realised he needed to just accept that now. Guy was kind of an asshole, but that was a turn-on, and that was okay.

In the fading Winter sun, an odd mood grew in the room, as Gan waited for him to answer.

"Sure," Dustin said. "You want my number?"

"Simon gave it to me."

"Okay."

This was such an invasion of privacy.

The guys took such good care of him.

-

There was an entire day between Dustin and the club. It felt like an obstacle, like a canyon.

He had nothing to do, either. (He could have unpacked, but he didn't want to.) Packing up a book (a crime novel, one of Dustin's many semi-harmless addictions), he set out for Job's, a little coffee shop five blocks away.

The building used to be a bank, and had a sheer granite facade. Inside, things were less austere, but still a bit foreboding. The umbrella plants seemed somehow judgmental. This was how Dustin preferred to read. He bought himself his usual - mallow-salt fatté, with dog's milk - and settled into a comfy chair.

The main character was a dashing young novelist (and part-time PI) in his early fifties. He was lazily considering an affair from his bitch wife when a black claw stopped Dustin turning the page.

"Dustin," a familiar voice said, with a familiar lisp.

"Tutti von Frutti?" Dustin looked up, and into the sunglasses of the Pseudobasilisk he'd got 'tutelage' from a few months ago, just before the Summer. The Reptile was wrapped up warmly, head to tail, with every imaginable kind of scarf piled on top of him and tied down with intermittent belts. This weather was obviously not great for him. Wait, shit, his name. "I - uh - I mean. Seth? Sen. No. No, I know your name. It's S -"

"Surus," the Pseudo replied, curling around the chair opposite him. He didn't seem offended. After all, they met because of Dustin's terrible memory. "How are things?"

"Good," Dustin said. "I, uh, I graduated, I got a job. I'm gay."

"You can tell that from space," Surus said. "You don't need my powers, but I'd like to be friends. And Justin would like to see you again, too."

"Oh," Dustin said. Justin - the Centipede - had indicated very immediate romantic interest in Dustin when they'd met. He'd felt, at the time, that it was a little fast, even for him, tempted though he was. He'd sort of forgotten about him since. "Are you still living together? Actually, are you two --?"

"No," Surus said replied in a defensive rush, "actually - hst. It's complicated. We're close. We're - we've known each other forever. Point is, I changed my number. I see you here, I think I should give you it."

Dustin peered at him.

"If you want?" Surus said, his lower-left arm gesturing for him to respond.

"Oh! Oh, sure, you want my number?"

"I want you to want mine." Surus would, presumably, have looked at him from over his glasses if it weren't for the inappropriate potency in his eyes.

The cactus behind Dustin was beginning to flower.

"I..." Oh, he was asking for Dustin's consent. Dustin had been excited, just now, at the prospect of regularly seeing Surus again. If it turned sexual, that was fine. He'd just have to avoid kissing the Reptile if he was to get to work the next morning, in case of another combination of his aphrodisiac vision and memory-enhancing tongue. God, that was a weird week, but he passed top of his class in four classes. While erect.

Dustin awkwardly forced out, "yes. Please give me your number," unsure why this was being done to him at all.

"Pass your phone, then," Surus said, and Dustin did. "Can I give it to Justin as well?"

There was a beat, but Dustin was vigilant, this time, and answered promptly.

"Sure," Dustin said.

"Good," and Surus passed the phone over, satisfied. "I've sent a text to me. I've saved myself with both names, so you don't forget." If he could wink, he would have, probably. "So... you've come out."

"Yeah," Dustin said.

"Welcome to the Agenda. What brought this on?"

Dustin made eye contact through the shades, as the light in there allowed him to. It was weird doing so, when he remembered the sight of them doing such weird things to his body before.

"I don't really know. It just seemed time." He fiddled with his mug. "I think it's why my last girlfriend left me."

"Your heart wasn't in it."

"It hurt so much at the time, like..."

Despite a limited range of expressions, being without eyelids, Surus' eyes were understanding.

"Like you'd done everything right, your whole life, but you were suddenly not being rewarded for it."

"Yeah! Like - like if..."

"Nope."

"What?" Dustin looked back at Surus, realising he'd been staring off into the middle distance, directly into the eyes of a confused and worried patron at the other end of the cafe.

"I said 'no'. Don't go into what-ifs. They do nothing. You're never going to be a parallel of yourself. If you time-travelled, something terrible would happen. If you went back into your head then, which you can't, things would suck more. You'd only regret your first choices instead of enjoying your new ones." Surus curled the very end of his tail - the only bit not wrapped in scarves - around Dustin's ankle, under his sock. "Live now, Dustin. Forget anyone before."

Dustin fought the urge to sulk, but didn't successfully fight the urge to curl in a bit on himself, and Surus' scarf-wrapped tail slithered up his leg and then round his back, inside the chair. He was actually strangely warm, and, thus swaddled, Dustin relaxed.

"You're gonna be okay."

-

The night of the club had arrived. It was present, like a bomb.

Dustin checked his hair four times, each time changing it a little.

He checked his eyes, his face, his clothes. Nothing seemed right. No appearance he was capable of matched the colossal experience he was hoping for. Despite actually having done this sort of thing before as a 'straight' man, and despite having experienced all of the things he had in gay Beast clubs passively, Dustin's conception of that night was still something like 'I'll go to a gay bar, and then GAY will happen'.

He got a text from Simon - 'Stop panicking. Will be at your window in ten.'

Dustin's mouth flattened. It was nice to be known, but this was excessive.

After about ten minutes - the Tarantula was extremely pedantic about time, so Dustin learned to do things early - he opened the window. There were Simon's eight eyes looking back at him, and his many big hands pulled the boy into an all-encompassing hug.

"There's my baby gay."

"Stop talking about how gay I am," Dustin said, rubbing his face into Simon's fur. "You're giving me a complex."

"Mmhm." There was the familiar feeling of one of Simon's hands settling onto his back, sticking, and lifting him up off his feet. From this higher point, Dustin saw Gan behind Simon, hanging from his tail on the fire escape.

"Hi," he said.

"H'llo," Gan said.

"Do I look okay?" Dustin asked. He wasn't sure which of them he was addressing.

"Y'look great," Gan said, and Simon agreed. The three went up the fire escape, Dustin carried in Simon's arms. The three made their way over the quiet rooftops to the club.

-

Dustin had no idea what the club was called, because he hadn't paid attention, because he was definitely going to die. He was gay, and he was at a gay club for Apes and Monkeys, and he was not sure how it would happen, but somehow, he'd die. He'd be happy, and maybe welcomed, then something ironic and semi-divine would strike him down for his hubris.

Or, worse, Dustin wouldn't know the right words to say when picking up a guy, and what seemed to be leading into romance would actually be a trap. Somehow.

Simon's arms and hands did very little for Dustin's anxiety, as the human boy wasn't really there with them. He was picturing himself with a girl. He was picturing himself with a girl, at a party, and how everything would be as it 'should' be. He wouldn't be unusual. If he was keeping anything unusual to himself, no-one would judge him at that party, because it was expected.

Now, he'd deviated. Now, he was weird. Now, there would be consequences.

Somehow, he just knew everything would go wrong.

"You remember how we told you it doesn't matter what you're wearing?" Gan said, sliding his arm along Dustin's shoulder, under Simon's arm.

"No," Dustin answered, honestly, still lost in his fear of being kind of happy. "What?"

"This is the cloakroom," Simon said. "Cloaks off. All cloaks." He tugged at Dustin's shirt.

"What? I have to be naked?"

"Or in underwear," Gan said.

There was a second where Dustin deliberated.

"Are you okay with this?" Simon said. "If you're not, there are loads of other places to go."

"Uh," Dustin said, as it was a little cold outside, but... in for a penny. He wasn't gonna get past this fear of his if he stayed where he was, languishing alone, and this sounded like a lot of fun. He made a decision. "Yes."

Simon kindly unzipped his jacket, and Gan's tail kindly undid and removed his belt. They took far too much time about getting him out of his clothes and putting things into a bag Gan had brought. (Gan, somehow, was already naked by the time Dustin looked back at him.)

Their furs felt very different from one another. Simon's familiar pelt was long-haired, rug-like, and pared off in his segments - under it was a stiff, waxy skin. Gan's felt like human hair, just... lots more of it. Smooth and soft. Moister than Simon's.

"You wanna keep these?" Simon said, tugging Dustin's dark-blue briefs to one side.

"Yeah," Dustin said, "I'll keep them."

It was cold as balls, but somehow, he wasn't as scared in his briefs as he was when fully clothed. Quickly, he was ushered by Gan and Simon from the cold little hallway into the club itself, and got hit by a wave of heat and humidity that was insanely comfortable.

It was like being at home.

"I'm going to get a drink," Simon said, ruffling Dustin's hair, "and you, little fella, are going to go get some."

"How?"

Gan’s tail curled around Dustin's knee.

"It'll happen," the Monkey said. He took Dustin's hands, and tugged him along the floor, where Dustin expected a crowd.

Only, he realised, there wasn't one. Now that he wasn't plaintively looking up at Simon like a lost puppy, he took a good look at the space around him. On the ground, it was like a normal club, but empty, and with many large pillars that extended up to a high ceiling. Those pillars, and the walls, were covered in pipes like those in Gan's home. The pipes had plastic grips evenly dispersed along them, and seemed quite comfortable. Several of them criss-crossed between the pillars, and there was at least one big net between the roof and the floor.

The nature of a Monkey club meant it was mainly populated vertically. The floor was almost empty, but the walls and pillars and roof were alive with people. There was enough space between them that they didn't seem to congregate in more than twos or threes.

They were also all naked, including Gan, only he still had his hat on.

The whole place smelled of sex and sweat.

It occurred to Dustin he had very little way of navigating his way throughout the club. He wasn't unfit, but he didn't have the strength or stamina to hold onto a pipe by his ankles or wrists for hours, either. He said as much to Gan, who just laughed, softly, into Dustin's ear - now that they were alone, he was back to being sleazy.

When he realised that, Dustin became hard.

"That just means we'll have to hold you," Gan said. "You like being held, right, boy?"

Dustin's briefs strained outward.

"You like being helpless, Dustin." Gan turned his victim's head to look him in the eye, and the boy realised he'd just been staring at his own dick, not the floor. "Don't you?"

Dustin nodded, and told himself it was Gan making him do it.

"I'm gonna share you with my friends," the grey-furred Monkey said, and his tail curled between Dustin's legs, wrapping gently around his thigh. Gan had stopped slurring, and had an intense new clarity. "In a few minutes, I will. We're gonna touch you. Maybe let you cum, maybe cum in you. You're new, so we'll probably not go in here..."

Gan's tail slid further up, in between Dustin's cheeks, and rested there. Dustin made a high-pitched sound, and pushed himself back onto it, but Gan's tail didn't let him get any more contact than that.

"...until we've trained you up." Gan lost his words for a moment, obviously fantasising about Dustin's ass. "So. Next best thing."

The coils around Dustin's thigh began to retreat, and Gan tugged at the bottom of Dustin's underwear. It wouldn't come down, hooked on by the boy's erection.

"Dustin."

"Mm?"

"Help."

Trembling, the boy pulled his briefs out a little, and Gan let go. They fell down Dustin's legs to pool at his ankles.

"Say goodbye," Gan said. He was talking right in Dustin's ear now, one hand in his, the other pressing onto his belly, almost rubbing him.

"Goodbye," Dustin sighed, and he lifted his feet obediently for Gan to steal the garment with his tail. He tossed it somewhere - to Simon, probably - and Dustin felt himself being pulled back into Gan’s smooth chest. The fur only began on the outside of his pecs, and around his stomach; the rest was very like a human's. It was smooth, and it felt weirdly good.

"Gonna keep you down here for a moment," he felt Gan say, more than he heard it. "Keep you to myself."

The Primate's fingers moved gently along Dustin's belly, back and forth, and almost unwillingly, he felt himself relax into the warm, slightly damp skin behind him.

"Like we were saying, you want someone else making your decisions for you," Gan said. Dustin could swear he felt his ear drip, with saliva or sweat. The air itself was wet to begin with. "I can tell, how you keep going' quiet and waiting for us to force you into stuff."

"Mh," Dustin said. That was a little close to home, even though he'd admitted what he was now.

His neighbour's soft, thick-furred tail curled over one of Dustin's knees and under the other.

"You don't even know what your limits are, huh, Dustin?"

Those loops of the Monkey's tail slid back and forth, before sliding upwards, up his thighs, and letting go, moving away.

"I'll know 'em for ya, then... I'll not let any big, scary Monkeys get you any further'n you need got."

Gan's hand curled around Dustin's neck. He only applied any pressure with his fingertips. It was incongruously tender. Dustin was leaking.

The Monkey bit down onto his shoulder, and he cried out, feeling four thick fangs press just as tenderly down onto his skin. It was nowhere near enough to break Dustin's skin, but the size of them was sort of intimidating.

To say nothing of Gan's cock, hot and slimy, rising up between Dustin's legs, brushing his thighs, making him need to move, now, right now, why wasn't he dancing? Why wasn't -- no, he could do something about this, couldn’t he? Dustin lay his head back onto Gan's shoulder, and let his thighs wrap around Gan's cock pretty much on their own, and... continued.

"Tease," Gan said. He tapped the tip of Dustin's cock with his tail. His hands encircled Dustin's face, and he sighed at the bizarre sensation, before being gagged and blindfolded by those hands. Now that his human prey was hushed, Gan's tail wound around Dustin's cock, and jerked him. "See how you like it."

Somehow, the rhythm was just right... then just wrong. Two or three times, Dustin nearly came screaming, but he didn't cum, nor was he really able to scream.

Unable to keep up the mental effort of not cumming, squeezing Gan's cock between his thighs, and just feeling the Monkey's skin and fur and sweat on him, Dustin slumped back.

"Yeah," Gan murmured in his ear, over and over, "yeah, yeah, yeah." His cock nestled happily between Dustin's legs. The Monkey sat back onto a bar, his tail holding him up, and he wrapped his powerful legs around Dustin's body to hold him up. (He was so much stronger than he had any right to be.)

Dustin moaned a little, his cock ignored, as Gan's fingers slid into his hair, completely ruining the intricate arrangement he'd put it in a few hours earlier. It became harder to think, but not in the way all his previous -- doms? -- had made it hard to think. Neither was it at all similar to alcohol or drugs. It was just a massage, and he was just drifting off, and that was fine.

"Yeah," Gan mumbled, just behind Dustin. His broad fingers made quick little circles on his temples. The human was getting to the point of relaxation and intimacy that every breath Gan made, every shuffle he heard around him, gave him a weird ticklish feeling.

This level of exposure and vulnerability was somehow far preferable to the half-measure Dustin had expected. He thought this was a place to meet potential partner, and that he'd be awkwardly having conversations in his underwear with people who eyed him up like a meal on a menu, checking off bits, kinks, colours.

That this club was just a sex club made everything so much simpler. (He had no idea what the name was, still.)

"Gonna take you up there in a sec," Gan said. "Y'r gonna get used sexually by a bunch of people ya don't know. That all good?"

"Can't wait," Dustin said.

"Good."

It wasn't a second, though. Dustin's scalp and face got some more love, then his shoulders, then Gan became terribly fascinated with Dustin's nipples... then, after some time playing with them and relishing Dustin's responsiveness, Gan decided he was able to share.

Dustin didn't get much of a warning, still. Gan's legs shifted their grip, and his feet gripped Dustin's front. That rope-like tail bound his legs. With his hands, Gan clambered up the pillar they'd played against. He somehow held Dustin's body clear of it, out in mid-air. His strength and agility was shocking. He'd expected this kind of treatment from someone like Simon.

Up in the slightly hotter air, among the network of pipes and ropes wreathing the ceiling, it was more crowded. It was a proper orgy. Around Gan and Dustin, Monkeys in twos or threes entwined with one another, almost silently sucking and biting. The more the human boy looked around himself, the more he saw that they weren't quite all in single groups. This one couple would be linked by a leg, with the foot playing with someone's cock, while that someone's tail was jerking off someone else.

Dustin was the only human, but there was more variation around him than there existed in humans. Every one of these Primates seemed a different colour, even in the laser-light of the club. Their skin was in all human shades, plus crimson and blues and yellows, and their fur was anywhere from slate grey to gold to vibrant scarlet-brown.

Of course, some looked back at Dustin as he stared. The boy was a little wrecked, and still so very needful from what Gan had done to him. He wanted to cum. He wanted to make other people cum. He wanted cum.

That wasn't a thought he'd ever admitted to himself before, wanting cum.

"Gan," he said, gently.

"Yeah?" Gan really loved that word.

"Can you do stuff to me, and I like," he buried his nose in Gan's neck fur, "say no, and you keep going?"

Gan hummed dangerously.

"At home," he said, measuredly. "But sure."

"Thanks, Gan," Dustin said.

A hand or foot closed around Dustin's head, and rubbed him. Dustin's eyes lidded, and he let himself be manipulated so. He didn't see who was doing it. It wasn't Gan, who was still wrapped around him and holding him aloft despite the rope-net between them and the club floor.

"This one smells pretty good," a slightly high voice said, above the two. "We watched you two down there. Can we just...?"

"Yes," Dustin said, and found himself hoisted up, face to face with a complete stranger. He'd lifted Gan and Dustin both, hands around Dustin's arms. This guy's eyes were big, and yellow, and he had a smile like a fox in a coop. "Hey," Dustin said.

"Hey," coop-Monkey said, and he kissed Dustin.

Gan’s legs finally unlocked from around Dustin's body, and he felt soft ropes dragged along his calves, his thighs. It should have shocked him, and it would have to just suddenly involve bondage... elsewhere. Here, it just felt natural.

His neighbour sank his teeth into Dustin's shoulder again, and slid his cock between his thighs again, but this time, he yanked a rope - and Dustin's legs were completely bound together, his inner thighs a vice around Gen.

Dustin moved in the new guy's embrace, but he didn't struggle. He was going to be good, and be rewarded for it. He shifted closer, deepening the kiss, and loving the too-hot feeling of Gan's cock between his legs. Hands or feet squeezed lube in between them, and Gan started to almost fuck him.

"Nnh," Dustin started, but didn't quite stop kissing the red-furred guy, "need." That was all he got out.

"I know what you need, boy, don't worry," the red Monkey whispered, and he shifted downwards to slip his cock in above Gan's. All his inner thighs were full, now, and Dustin felt so, so good - he was pleasuring them, and he couldn't stop himself from doing so.

Red pet and kneaded at his hair and his neck, and Dustin grinned a familiar grin, and sank into his happy place. He became aware through the smell of it that a black tail was coiling around Red's neck, and Red was looking up and smiling.

"Hey, honey. Found a good one," he said.

"Oh, have you," the new Monkey replied. He had a far deeper voice - gravelly - a long-time smoker, probably. His fur had patches of grey and silver and black. His skin tone was exactly like Dustin's, weirdly enough, and his cock was right in Dustin's face, laying on it, hot and drier than Gan’s or Red's. Dustin realised he was breathing deeply through his nose.

"Yeah. Rub his head a little, he'll do anything. Isn't that right, kid?"

He felt Red's fingers leave his head, and thicker ones replaced them as Silver curled his feet around Dustin's head, manoeuvring him to start sucking.

Dustin sucked, and nodded his agreement, absent. Red licked and kissed under Silver's tail and into his hole, and Dustin tried to use what he'd learned online about where to lick, and where to apply pressure. He tried to concentrate, but Gan was murmuring to him, and Red was wetly murmuring into Silver's tail, and Silver was rubbing him, and...

...Dustin drifted into a fugue state, as he sucked, and squeezed, and eventually realised some newcomer had wrapped their lips around his cock. Every one of the now-four Monkeys defiling him had their turns on his mouth and between his legs, and they all took their damn time. Dustin felt fulfilled. Like he belonged.

This all lasted until the club closed. He never learned their names. He never learned anything about them but their bodies, and what they liked, and the very deep-rooted parts of their personalities that only came out during sex.

Dustin was so lost in it that he didn't leave the happy fugue state enough to talk, or think, or really do anything but think about warmth and fur and sex, until the next morning.

This was because Gan rimmed him awake.

Once Dustin was awake, Gan rimmed him in earnest. He seemed able to twist his flat tongue by increments, and Dustin felt every inch of it, but couldn't comprehend all of the sensations at once.

That lasted, in itself, some two hours, but Dustin thought it was about twenty minutes.

"Now," Gan said, after all of that, "now, we get to the aftercare."

"Aftercare?" Dustin said.

"It's a lot like being kidnapped," Gan said.

"Mmm."

Dustin relaxed into his pillow, and smiled.