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Most high school students looked to senior year as the point in time at which they were the kings of the world.

The days of being an underclassman were over, and in theory, you were the class that ruled the school. Classes might seem like a formality, depending on the workload that you took in the years prior, and for once, you were the one bullying the freshmen into the terrible hazing rituals that you had survived yourself.

"Leave me alone, guys! I've had it with all of you!"

Then again, there were those seniors who never quite fit in, and no matter what they did, there would always be a small coalition of their own classmates who were determined to make life a living hell. There was only so much that one could do in the face of overwhelming force, however, and no matter how hard the school system might try, there was no avoiding that bullying was a problem.

"What's the matter, Jon? I thought you were into the ladies?" the ringleader asked, as they pinned the small, weak otter up against the painted bricks of the hallway and held him by his shirt, nearly tearing the fabric in the process. "Why wouldn't you want to go into the girls locker room, unless you were a fag or something?"

Jon winced, struggling and wiggling against the grip of his captors, but there was nothing that he could do. Six large, muscle-bound canines were a force that he couldn't contend with, and though their insults were hurtful, he accepted that they had him literally strung up to do whatever they wanted. "Oh, shut up, you jerks! Just let me go, damn it!"

There was no chance of escape for Jon, who finally wriggled himself into exhaustion and began panting against the wall. There were no teachers or proper faculty left around the building as late as it was, and the only sport that was practicing at the moment was the swim team. The males were already in their own locker room and changing, which meant that if the bullies could avoid the two coaches on the premises, they could do whatever they wanted with Jon.

Twelve paws kept a grip on Jon's arms and legs, holding him entirely steady as one pliable tail wrapped around the door handle and swung it open. "Oh, we'll let you go, Jon...don't you worry about that!"

Jon went flying through the air as the wolves literally tossed him right through the door, and he landed against the concrete floor of the locker room with a painful, thick THUD. Immediately, he cupped his jaw in his palm and held it, worried that it might be broken, but he tried to stifle his tears the moment that he looked up from the floor, and at the benches in the locker room...

...Dotted with young women, looking down at him with expressions of shock and concern.

"O-oh...oh no...not good, this is not good!" Jon exclaimed, but he quickly covered up his muzzle and tried to scramble to his footpaws. The few stares of shock were being joined in by gasps, as young women in all different states of undress stared down at him, some of them just starting to strip the shoulders off of their swimsuits, some others completely nude and kept modest only by the presence of warm, cotton towels of white.

Jon was just counting down the seconds for the swim coach to arrive. He was sure that she would have him suspended for what he'd done, and it wasn't likely that any of the girls would vouch for him. He wasn't a bad looking guy, but the otter was always a bit of a nerd, and even that afternoon, he was looking the part, with his polo shirt tucked in to cargo shorts, and a rudder tail that was buzzing with nervous energy as Jon finally sprung up and ran for the door.

It was blocked. The wolves had set up a small barricade on the other side of the door, one that Jon couldn't begin to push his way through, desperate as he was to try. He clawed and scratched at the door as he panted nervously, his breath sounding more like the last ones of a dying man, than the desperate gasps of a boy who was trying to escape what would be a fantasy come true for most men.

"Oooh... hey, I recognize this one. Yeah...it's Jon Sanders..."

"I thought I remembered him! Poor little guy looks so scared..."

Jon flattened his ears down to his head as his cheeks flushed with a bashful warmth. He'd been called a lot of different names in high school, but 'poor little guy' was a new one, and he was almost certain that he heard a couple of quiet, soft croons as the females that were scrambling to cover themselves began to cover up.

"He's actually kinda cute, looking so desperate like that! Poor otter must think that we're gonna rat him out or something."

"It's not like he broke in here or anything...you all saw the wolves throw him in here, right? Poor little guy was probably getting bullied again. Happens to him all the time."

The events weren't unfolding the way that Jon expected, but that wasn't stopping him from banging on the door and scratching at it with all of his might. It wasn't until sweat began to bead upon his brow and pop up through the fabric of his shirt that a pair of girls stood on his side and gripped him by the wrists.

"Relax, Jon," one of the females whispered to him, as she easily held his wrist. She might have been stronger than he was anyway, but he was nearly exhausted from his efforts to escape, and the subtle touch upon his flesh was all that it took to stop his assault on the door. "We're not going to tell on you. It wasn't your fault...we just thought you might wanna take a seat and relax for a minute. You hit the ground awfully hard."

The girl on his right was an otter, as well, and her features were so soft and delicate that Jon felt he might be able to break her body just by gazing upon it. Her eyes were aquamarine and sparkling with curiosity about the boy, perhaps more than any of the other females in the room...but all eyes were on Jon, as he allowed the otter and the other female, a tigress, to escort him to a bench in the middle of the locker room.

It could have been much worse, but it felt surreal to Jon, who suddenly imagined that he was living in a dream, rather than the nightmare that it started out as. There were certainly more movies that he'd seen during late nights that felt similar to his current situation, but those were films meant to tickle a man's fancy and make him think such a thing was possible.

Such a situation was still just a fantasy for Jon, but he couldn't help such thoughts creeping up in the back of his mind. They would have likely gone wild if not for his train of thought being derailed by the gathering of about ten females, all seniors on the swim team, all gazing upon him as if he were the freshly cut meat on a deli counter.

"What do you say, girls? What should we do with our little...captive, here?"

There were still a few differing opinions among the crowds, but it was clear that an air of sensuality was taking over what had been a nervous encounter. "Y...you're not seriously thinking about doing that with him, are you?" asked one of the girls in the background, turning her head just slightly in disgust. "I mean...he's cute, but that's...kinda..."

"Kinda messed up? Yeah, I guess it is," the tigress agreed, "But honestly, how many chances do you think you'll have to do something like this, in life? This is a dream come true for some of us, and I'm not gonna miss out."

The ripples of doubt that rocked across the girls faded away, as the surface of their pond turned to a still, glassy reflection of their confidence. "L-listen, ladies...I'm glad you're not gonna tell on me; really, I am! But...seriously, you've gotta let me outta here. The coach will catch us, and we'll all be in so much trouble, and I need to be getting home, and-

A small pawtip came to rest upon Jon's lips, silencing him. The same digit smoothed across his muzzle and to one of his long, exposed fangs, stroking down along the side of it and sending a delicate chill down the small of the otter's back. "Shhh...no one is getting in any trouble today, Jon. We just want to have a little fun with a guy that we can trust...you are trustworthy, aren't you?"

Looking a bit stupefied, Jon nodded slowly, as more paws came to rest upon his body. He jumped slightly at each touch, drawing quiet giggles from the girls around him, but as long as his tusks were being stroked, it was hard for him to overreact, or react much at all.

"Good. Then just relax, be a good boy, and let the girls see what you're working with."

The paws around Jon's wrists gave him a gentle tug upward, encouraging him to stand, and as he did, every paw that teased and stroked over a covered part of his body finally released him. For a moment, the otter felt as though he was being put on trial for a crime that he didn't commit, but the narrowed eyes and grinning teeth that focused on him weren't deciding whether or not he was guilty of anything; they were sizing him up for what was next to come, and Jon was still having trouble believing that it could be anything less than a severe, swift punishment that might end his high school career.

"Sure is a slender looking guy. You need to get a little meat on your bones," mentioned the tigress, who was standing next to Jon, looking up and down over his body as if he were a sculpture in a museum of fine arts. "Still, you are pretty damn cute. Good looking lines on you, too...I can see your abs through your shirt."

Jon was fortunate enough to have such a slender body type that he appeared to have defined abdominal muscles without doing all of the back-work required to get them, and while he felt a little pride in their being noticed, he felt a much heavier shyness weighing on his shoulders as the aggressive feline snuck her paws into the waistline of his shorts and untucked the shirt, before tugging it upward. She only had to give him an expectant, demanding glare with her sapphire eyes for him to understand her wishes and comply with them, as he stuck his arms up straight in the air.

The shirt came off easily, and was tossed far out of reach. The wall of females that kept Jon surrounded made sure that he wouldn't be able to get it back anytime soon, and certainly not easily. "Go easy on him, Kayla. You don't want to scare the poor fellow, do you?" the female otter asked, as she shamelessly brushed the pads of her paws against the slim, toned lines across Jon's tummy, completely unabashed in her appreciation of his body.

"I like my men to be a little scared of me. Fear can be a huge turn-on if you know what you're doing with it, Lisa," Kayla replied. She made sure to give an obvious, meaningful wink to Jon, who could only gulp in reply and shudder as he felt such a soft, teasing stroke crawl across his tummy. For girls who were just over the age of eighteen, they seemed to have quite the skillful touch about them, and Jon could only imagine that lust was filling in the gaps that inexperience left behind.

It would have inspired new heights of confidence in him, if he weren't too shy to act on the same.

"You can't just scare every guy into playing with you. Sometimes you need to work them in gently and make sure that they know how appreciated they are," Lisa suggested, as she leaned over the edge of the bench and looked up at Jon with unmistakable affection. She could only imagine how shy and nervous she might be if she were tossed into the men's locker room in such a way, so she sympathized with her fellow otter and smiled up at him, allowing him to lose himself in the comfort of her sparkling aquamarines. "Especially if they're willing to cooperate with a few ideas that you have."

Jon felt more comfort from Lisa's gaze than he felt at any other point in the ordeal, so he smiled down at her and nodded just a little bit. "I...I would..."

"There's plenty of girls here on the swim team who've never been so lucky as to have a boy toy to play with in a no-pressure situation, Jon. You seem like a real gentleman," Lisa inferred, "And I'm sure you wouldn't mind being their guinea pig for a while?"

There was no longer a possible scenario in Jon's mind that didn't end with him having sex by the end of the day, but he wasn't going to jump to that conclusion, even then, as he still wasn't entirely sure that he was conscious. Some part of him still believed that he was knocked out by the throw and imagining all of this, but as the girls drew in closer around him, everything assured him that the moment was very real: he could smell the sweet notes of vanilla and lavender on the air from the freshly washed bodies of the women around him, he could see the last billows of steam kicking up from the large, open shower on the far end of the locker room, and even then, he could feel more paws stroking along the slim, soft muscles of his back, as some of the more eager females began to creep in closer.

A dream was coming true, and it wasn't just the dream of the nervous, sexually charged male in the middle of the room.

"I...I mean...sure. Why not?"

Jon knew that he couldn't act as though he were some sort of Adonis, and he wasn't all that experienced in the bedroom, himself. It helped that a couple of the girls were stepping up to guide him, as he might have been just slightly lost without their help.

"Good boy! That's what we like to hear," Kayla cheered for him, as she leaned into his chest and began to edge him back toward the bench. "You're aware that these will have to come off, though..."

It took Jon a moment to notice that Kayla was gripping his shorts, but when he did look down, he felt a shock run through his groin, as the tigress gripped onto his bulge, right through his shorts, and held onto it tightly. Her grin was so predatory that Jon couldn't keep from swallowing a lump down into his throat once again, and he knew that his cheeks were burning as the skillful paws of the feline worked and massaged over his flesh, setting it active within seconds.

The flesh moved uncomfortably against Jon's shorts, but Kayla wasn't that evil; she happily began to unzip and unbutton his shorts as Jon's rudder tail flailed nervously about behind him. The idea of being naked in front of a full review of females wasn't the kind of thing that he relished as a gift, but rather, the kind of thing that he had nightmares about. This time, waking up wouldn't save him, and Kayla wasn't one to work slowly, as she tugged hard on the cargo fabric, digging her claws right in and yanking away.

Within a matter of seconds, Jon was standing naked in front of a room full of females, some of whom had seen plenty of naked men before, and some of whom were seeing one for the first time. His face was bright as a cherry as he could feel every set of eyes ogling him, but he stood still and frozen, all save for his cock, which was still jumping up slowly as it filled with blood.

"Gotta say, I wasn't expecting that," Kayla admitted. "I know I got a good pawful of it, but I thought you might be stuffing your boxers...I'm impressed, otter!"

Lisa was completely flushed as she looked up from her laying position on the bench. If she were just a little bit closer, the thick, throbbing flesh might be literally bouncing on the bridge of her muzzle, and she wouldn't have complained one bit if it was...but she decided to wait just a little bit longer to make her move, knowing there were other girls in the crowd who might be more needing of such an interaction.

After all, Jon wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and especially not now.

"Come on, big guy," Kayla whispered to the nervous otter, as she continued to push him further back toward the bench, "Take those big, thick fangs and get flat on your back...just relax, and let the girls do what they want."

Jon wasn't sure if he was the object in this case, or if the women were. He was the center of attention, and being admired for having the one thing that no one else in the room did. He couldn't keep a small, subtle grin from his lips as a couple of nervous, but entirely eager females came closer, and finally, one brave vixen, still half undressed from her shower, sat down on the bench between Jon's legs, right as he came to settle flat on his back.

Despite the stereotype surrounding foxes in general, she was clearly inexperienced; she started with a gentle touch, stroking a single pawtip over the nearly erect cock that stood in front of her. She'd seen a couple in movies, and some of her friends had sex toys that she'd considered, but this was a warm, gentle piece of flesh that felt good against her palm. She even giggled as she gently batted the head and watched it flicker off to the side, before standing upright again, no matter how far she pushed it.

Wincing with a mild pleasure, Jon wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.

"It feels so nice in my paws...I never thought it would be anything like this," the vixen admitted. She seemed to completely forget that her towel was sliding down, exposing more of her full, youthful cleavage and giving Jon quite the show to admire. Even if he had a scrap of shame left about him, he wouldn't have been able to resist looking; the small, narrow pass that opened up between the supple, hanging flesh of her breasts was enough to keep his focus drawn away from the other females, despite what other plans they might have for him. "Are all boys this...t-this big?"

"Not all of them are, but he sure does have a nice piece," Kayla agreed. She was watching the show with a certain sort of focus, one that was far beyond merely admiring. Jon was sure that he whiffed the scent of her desire on the air, but he didn't want to make a comment about it, finding that might be just a little bit too bold of a move. He was already swimming from the myriad of sweet scents that created a pool of lustful tranquility around him, and the addition of such fresh, delicious arousal to the mist left him able to do little more than tilt his head back and gasp as the vixen slipped her pawtips rather delicately down the underside of his throbbing flesh.

It wasn't so hard to believe that Jon was overwhelmed. Most men would have killed just to be in his shoes, as a curious fox tickled and teased her paws along his rather plentiful cock, sharing her body with him in the process. He tried, entirely in vain, to keep his eyes forward, but his neck continued to hang back, just as another female, a more aggressive leopard came to settle her nethers right upon his waiting muzzle.

"S-sorry," she gasped as she felt the warmth of the otter's breath tickling over her gently parted folds. "I couldn't just sit and w-watch...I needed this..."

No doubt, the leopard was flushed under the small, cute spots that dotted her cheeks, but warmth radiated all the same from the entirety of her rosette-covered body. She kept her towel on her form, but was completely nude underneath, and the towel draped over Jon's eyes and forehead as he silently wished he had a little more experience in using his tongue.

He couldn't leave a lady in need, however.

A curious tongue passed through trembling lips and flickered forth, gliding over the already lightly moistened nethers of the leopard above, and immediately, Jon's tail gave a thrash as he found the tangy, light flavor of the feline to be entirely to his liking. It really was as if he was licking the nectar from a low-hanging fruit, one that he only wished he could pick and take home with him until he'd drained it dry.

"Y-you're good...you're really good, Jon! Damn! How many g-girls have you gotten off with that tongue?" the leopard cried out, her voice a twisted blend of curious and aroused as she fought with her panting gasps to form proper words. It was the kind of reaction that gave Jon a swelling of pride, one that the vixen down below felt as she squeezed the base of his member and milked a few drops of precum from it.

You'd be the first, Jon thought, as he felt the slow, oozing precum spilling out of the tip of his manhood and sticking to the delicate fur of the innocent vixen that continued to stroke him. She was so fascinated with the way that his flesh felt and looked that she couldn't keep herself from leaning it and drawing her tongue through the glistening, sticky path of the spilled juice, and she quickly swallowed down what she'd taken, finding it to be a little salty, but entirely satisfying.

As the girls continued feeling a little bolder, Jon tried to keep his mind focused on everything going on around him, but he knew that he'd utterly fail at it. He just wanted to appreciate and enjoy the moment as much as he could, doubting that it would ever be allowed to happen again, but in the moment, he was in heaven; the leopard that rode his muzzle stroked gently over his fangs to give them a soothing massage in thanks for the way that his tongue slipped across her sex, another pair of females were down between his legs, gently fondling each of his full, swollen orbs and tugging on the flexible skin of his sack, the vixen was finally brave enough to take the very tip of his length into her muzzle and flicker her tongue around the end to collect any extra precum, and Kayla, for her part, couldn't just stand by and watch anymore.

The other girls had all given the tigress some space, as she sat back on the bench near Jon, letting her pawtips work and manipulate her tight, slightly pouted folds with the kind of sexual vigor that might scare a lesser man. The otter was certain that he could hear the quiet, wet schlick of her digits stroking through the webbing of her liquid arousal, and he came to feel just how wet she was only moments later, though perhaps, not in the way that he might have expected.

Kayla wasn't the type to be denied her curiosity, and she snuck right under the chest of the vixen, letting the more nervous female rest her breasts on Kayla's back, as the tigress lifted Jon's sack and took control of the situation. She gazed upon his tight, waiting pucker and watched it intensely, able to see each time that it contracted around the air and tightened up from the inexperienced, yet pleasurable blowjob that was going on just above her.

A look never would have been enough, however.

"You should really be seeing this, girls. I don't think our little otter has ever played around back here before...it's such a tight little asshole, and so cute, too! Looks perfect for me to mess around with," she described what she saw, as she took the pawtip, still dripping and glistening with her own juices, and pressed it up to the tight, waiting orifice.

From all of the delightful attention he was receiving, Jon was purring like a kitten at the leg of its owner, and the girls were all crooning to him as he did, finding the sound to be simply adorable.

The moment he felt a pawtip force into his unexplored anus and stuff itself all the way up to the first knuckle, the purring stopped, and Jon stiffened up. His cock lunged forth and nearly jabbed the poor vixen in the back of the throat, giving her far more than she bargained for...and Kayla just grinned, all the while.

"Anyone feel like helping me?" Kayla asked, as the other females, curious about what was going on, decided to join right in. They were already using Jon as a living sex toy, bordering on being a slave to their interests, and it seemed like a little extra fun wouldn't have been amiss at all. Kayla kept her paw moving, pumping at the wrist and gently fingering Jon to loosen up his rear passage, while a couple other females watched with sincere interest. The vixen even stopped her work, leaving Jon's cock throbbing into the air and sending tiny drops of precum flinging off as she looked, watching the way that Kayla masterfully worked at his tightest entrance.

Poor Lisa was nearly pinned in the middle of all of the action, thanks to her earlier position, but all eyes being on Jon gave her the perfect chance to sneak out of the huddle and smile down at him. Even if he couldn't see her, with a leopard only seconds from climaxing all over his face, Lisa was sure that his expression was adorable, and she could nearly feel him wincing as Kayla pressed a second pawtip up to the slowly growing asshole and slipped it inside with minimal effort.

The girls knew it would be just a matter of time before Jon reached his peak, and several of them already had, just watching the painfully erotic display before them. The leopard reached down and began bucking her hips gently as she gripped Jon by the shoulders and held onto him, right before she stained his face with warm, silky streams, spilling her most intimate juices right into his lips and forcing him to drink himself out of them as she rode him for all that he was worth, and finally, Kayla backed off, letting a few other females have their chance at his back door.

Jon was beginning to lose track of time. It felt as though he'd been in the locker room for hours, and yet, all fear of getting caught or making it home late was long gone. He might be the object in all of this, but he loved the position he was in, and as the leopard finally dismounted his muzzle and gave his tusks a gentle pat of thanks, he looked up and immediately flushed, seeing Lisa waiting for him there, still smiling at him in such a way, it almost felt too gentle for the moment. Her gaze was one of more affection than lust, though the latter was still certainly present.

"You girls have your fun..." Lisa murmured, as she came to rest her paw around the base of Jon's cock, still mildly slick from the attentions of the vixen before. "I'm gonna let our little otter here know just how much we really appreciate him."

No one was going to stop, as far along as they all were. Kayla supervised the less experienced girls and guided them, as they took turns burrowing a pawtip into Jon's abused asshole, but Lisa minded her own business and began to gently stroke over her fellow otter's cock, working the saliva right into his flesh and using it to provide him with the kind of pleasure that she felt he deserved. Even if she'd never touched him, Jon would have cum in seconds from all of the other touches, but he couldn't express just how grateful he was to Lisa for helping him to reach a proper climax.

As he gazed into her eyes, able to feel a blush burning all the way up into his flattened ears, Jon's entire body went stiff and bucked forward a couple times. As scantily clad girls took turns gently tapping his sack and fondling his balls, fingering his ass and stroking along the underside of his rudder, treating him as though he were the ultimate object of affection, Jon finally gave in to the myriad of sensations. Lisa could see it from a mile away, and she grinned rather playfully as she milked at his cock, squeezing it tight at the base and pulling up along the veins, knowing just how to get the kind of finish out of the otter that the less experienced girls wanted to see.

Many of them had never seen cum, even in their most private moments. This time, they couldn't miss it, as Jon erupted like a fire hose. Never one to masturbate that often, Jon had plenty built up in his body, and a tall, geyser of his seed sprayed up into the air and fell back against his tummy and over his chest as Lisa continued to milk his flesh for everything it could give. "F-fuck...oh, oh no...I'm cumming!" Jon panicked, still worried about lasting long enough for his captive audience as long, thin ropes of his ejaculate sprayed down over his thighs and landed back on his own sack, making a complete and total mess of his once clean body.

Panic wasn't enough to keep his head upright. His chest rose and fell as he panted and his head fell back, but he didn't see the ceiling of the locker room for very long. The girls were all giving each other a knowing look as Jon lay in exhaustion, and playful smiles spread across the room as they began to stand up and disrobe. Not a single one was left with even a scrap of clothing as they gathered around Jon, and each offered a perfect view of what they thought was their best asset; drooling, dripping slits, full, supple breasts and even a few round, perfectly smooth rumps were suddenly Jon's to admire, and his eyes went wide as he tried to get as close of a look at every single one as their bodies would allow.

Y'know, if I died right now, that wouldn't be all bad, Jon thought.

He tried to keep the mental images burned into his brain as a fate potentially worse than death came close, and all of the girls gasped in unison...and froze.

"I guess I didn't wear you all down enough at practice, did I?"

The swim coach was standing right in front of them, arms crossed over her breasts, and giggling all the while, despite the pawtip that was still buried in Jon's ass, and the paw still wrapped around his cock. "Don't worry...we'll let this be our little secret, but I'm going to have to have a chat with little Jon, here, in private..."

The girls didn't dare to defy their coach. They were going to get away with something they never should have, as the let Jon up and off of the bench, and urged him toward the coaches office.

"And Jon? Don't bother putting your clothes back on, sweetie."