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"No, I don't care. Bring whomever you want," Blott said, phone pressed to one ear as he walked around the apartment, idly running his paw over the back of the couch and fiddling with the cushions.

The squirrel paused in front of the whiteboard on the wall of their apartment, looking at the random notes that he and his boyfriend had made to remind each other of things. "No, really. Anyone and everyone you want. Doesn't matter to me, just gonna be some fun revenge," he said again.

Blott grabbed the eraser and began cleaning off the whiteboard while holding the phone to his ear. "Sure, go for it. He's asleep right now; took a nap after we got back from the mall."

Blott uncapped a marker and began doodling a crude stick figure of himself and his boyfriend in a rather lewd position as he listened to the other end of the phone. "Hmm? Oh, no, just wanted to go find some clothes for work cause of all the heat and- oh, he ambushed me in the changing room," he said, cheeks turning a little pink under the white fur.

"Hush. Do you wanna fuck my boyfriend or not?" he asked, feigning impatience, though his lips were curled up at the corners in a grin.

He put the marker back on the tray and walked towards the bedroom, glancing into the dark room where Calem was sprawled out. "Oh don't worry, I've got that covered. Just come on over, I left the front door unlocked."

Blott said his goodbyes to the person on the other end of line and hung up, putting his phone off on the dresser as he walked into the bedroom. There was enough light coming from the hallway to see the naked, sprawled form of Blott's otter-dog body. He was a few inches taller than the red squirrel, and had markings like an African wild dog, fluffy fur, and big rounded ears, and more fluff all the way down his rudder tail.

Blott had slipped back into the clothes that Calem had made him get earlier in the day, save for the panties that had been thoroughly drenched with cum from earlier excursions; those were balled up and in his fist. He just wore the pink and orange striped arm sleeves and his totally-masculine spaghetti strap shirt. His soft, uncut shaft was stirring between his legs as he thought about all that would happen.

It was times like this that he was glad Calem was such a heavy sleeper. Slowly, he climbed up onto the bed, straddling his boyfriend's waist without waking him. Before his phone call he'd gone about attaching cuffs to the corners of the bed, and he managed to secure his boyfriend's right wrist before the otter began shifting around and yawning. Blott hurried up and dragged Calem's left arm up above his head and fixed it as the otter became aware of what's going on.

"Mmm, hon?" he asked, blinking a few times and pulling at the restraints. "Erf, what's going on?" he asked, wiggling around beneath the squirrel and yawning wide.

"Nothing at all," Blott whispered, a grin spread over his face as he leaned down and kissed the otter forcefully, pushing his head back into the pillows. His tongue slipped into the surprised muzzle and he ground his bare rump down over his boyfriend's soft shaft.

Calem let out a weak grunt of protest and tried to roll his head away, but one of Blott's paws held him fast. He acquiesced and sucked gently at the squirrel's tongue teasing across his teeth, and he couldn't deny how nice it felt to have his lover wiggling atop his hips.

When the kiss broke the otter found himself idly grinding up against his boyfriend, half hard and arching upwards. His eyes opened lazily and he gazed up at the squirrel, need starting to run through his veins. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked softly, lips curling up at the sides into a sly grin.

Blott reached down between them and squeezed his lover's shaft a few times, feeling the warm, spongy flesh firm in his grip as he tugged the loose foreskin up and down. "Mmm, I can think of many things to do to you," he whispered, nosing in against the hybrid's neck and giving a gentle bite.

Calem let out a content sigh and flexed his shaft in his boyfriend's paw. "Well, I appear to be completely at your mercy for whatever you want," he said, tugging at the restraints on his wrists for emphasis.

The squirrel's eyes sparkled in the dim room and he kissed Calem's lips quickly. "Mmm, you are that."

He rolled off the otter's body and grabbed a bottle of lube from the dresser, pouring some onto his hands while getting back in position over his lover's waist. His slick paw coated Calem's shaft liberally and then snuck up under his own tail to prep himself. When he was satisfied, he positioned the otter's shaft up under his tail and sat backwards, groaning at the feeling as it slid into him.

Calem's maw parted in a low groan and he arched upwards, sinking himself in a few more inches. He could feel the squirrel's tight, warm passage clamping down over his shaft for the second time that day and he gasped as he felt himself bottom out inside his lover.

Blott grit his teeth together as that thick shaft spread him and he rolled his hips in a circle, sitting in Calem's lap with both his paws on the hybrid's chest. "Ooh, I always liked this way best," he said, squeezing his muscles down on the otter's shaft. His own was hard and leaking onto the creamy white fur below.

"I like all ways," Calem said, winking up at the squirrel and working his hips in slow motions to grind himself in against the squirrel's prostate.

Blott let out a soft whine, fingers digging into the fluffy fur of Calem's chest as he started to ride up and down on the length under his tail, panting through his nose. His eyes fluttered closed and he focused on the feeling of his prostate being mashed over and over as he picked up speed.

Calem's wrists tugged at the bonds a few times, instinctively trying to reach down and grab onto his lover for support while his hips twitched and bucked upwards into the tight passage. His muzzle hung open and his head was lifted up from the pillows to watch as Blott's cock slapped down against his belly, pre drooling down over his uncut head.

The squirrel's face scrunched up in pleasure as he forced himself down harder and harder onto the otter's cock. He was using his lover like a toy for his own pleasure, something he didn't often do. Blott moaned and bounced down against Calem, reveling in the pleasure he took from the bound hybrid.

In this position, the otter's shaft did nothing but grind back and forth over his sensitive spots and Blott found his heart beating against his chest as his orgasm quickly rose. His balls bounced off of Calem's stomach, his cock hard as granite and leaking everywhere. Fingers dug against Calem's chest and Blott's eyes watered as he let out a high, girlish moan.

Calem's body quivered in shared pleasure as he watched his boyfriend's cock suddenly throb and spurt out a line of thick, white cum against his chest and neck, the next hitting him in the chin and bottom lip. He licked his lips, tasting the squirrel's seed, and let out a soft moan as he bucked upwards, his own orgasm drawing near.

Blott's eyes were half lidded with pleasure as he rode his boyfriend through his orgasm. The look on Calem's face told him that the otter was drawing near, and that was something he couldn't have. With a grunt he pulled completely off of the shaft under his tail, sliding up to sit on Calem's chest, panting, and still shooting out a few drops of cum against the soft fur.

Calem whined and bucked upwards, his cock pulsing and aching for the warm hole it had been buried in. "A-ah! Why? Teasing is so evil!" he joked, a grin spreading over his muzzle.

The squirrel's own lips turned up at the corners and he placed a few kisses over Calem's muzzle and cheek. "Oh, if you think that's evil, then you're in for a real treat," he said, one of his paws finding his matted jockstrap.

The front door opened and the timing couldn't have been more perfect. Calem opened his mouth to ask what was going on and Blott shoved the wadded up jockstrap into the otter's muzzle, cutting him off. "No, no talking for now," he whispered.

Calem tugged at his restraints, body jerking side to side as he was muffled by the soiled cloth. His tongue pushed at the fabric and he could taste the stale seed on the material and his eyes went wide in surprise. He could hear voices and footsteps and he looked past his lover to see what was going on.

"Ooh, you know, I thought you were kidding at first!" a voice said.

Blott's fluffy, red tail swayed side to side and he rolled off of his boyfriend, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking back at the trio of guys walking into the room.

He, of course, recognized Curt, the donkey with blue hair and a wiry build who he'd called on the phone earlier. At his right was the donkey's boyfriend, Malcom, a tall, golden-furred wolf with piercing blue eyes. The third was a cheetah who he assumed was one, or both, of their friends. He looked to be a few years younger, and was blushing hard under his creamy, tan fur. While Curt and Malcom were busy stripping out of clothes, the cheetah was just staring in shock at the bound otter on the bed.

Blott grinned and stood up, his half-hard shaft drooping away from his body and dripping cum to the carpet. "Who'd you bring?" he asked, tugging on the hem of his girly shirt as he walked over towards the shy cheetah.

"That's Josh, he's an intern at Malcom's work," Curt said, kicking his shorts to the ground and giving his large, equine sheath a firm squeeze. The head of his shaft had dropped out into the open and his paw tugged at it, drawing the large, flaccid length out into the open.

Josh glanced sideways at the donkey and then back to the approaching squirrel. There was an obvious bulge forming in his shorts at the scene in front of him and he laughed nervously. "Ah, hi..." he said as Blott draped his arms over his shoulders.

"Oh, and how'd you find out about all of this, hm?" the squirrel asked, leaning in to press his nose into the cheetah's neck, paws rubbing at his shoulders and back.

Josh's body tensed at the touch and he glanced back to his friends who just snickered and watched. "O-oh, I uh, Malcom found me through, um... Waggr, on his phone at work."

"I might have ambushed him in the bathroom," the wolf said, grinning wide and putting an arm around both squirrel and feline.

Calem could only glare from his bound spot on the bed, unable to speak with the jockstrap in his mouth. His cock was still hard as a rock against his stomach and a steady stream of pre leaked out over his fur.

Blott looked back to Calem and winked at him before turning his attention back to the pair of males. "Well, thanks for coming along... what do you say we let the donkey go first, hmm?" he said, tracing a paw down their chests until finding a warm sheath in one and tented shorts in another.

The otter's eyes widened where he lay and he looked over to Curt who was already emptying the bottle of lube across his hardening, equine length. "Can do," he said, crawling up onto the bed and moving between the otter's legs.

Calem struggled against his bonds, nostrils flaring with a mix of apprehension and worry. He'd taken big before, but he'd seen Curt's shaft on multiple occasions and knew that it would be a stretch. Lube-covered paws grabbed his legs and hauled them up to rest on Curt's shoulders, leaving his fluffy, rudder tail hanging down between his powerful thighs.

The mushroom head of the donkey's cock pressed to his entrance, smothered in lube, and Curt only gave him a moment to relax before a quick jerk forward sunk the wide head into the captive otter. "Ooh, always wanted to pound your rudder butt," he teased, hugging the legs to his chest.

Calem's eyes squeezed shut and he whined around his gag, panting hard and trying not to squeeze down. He'd played with toys a few times in the past week, and was glad for it. Curt's shaft sunk deeper into him and he could feel himself stretching around the length.

Blott's ears were pointed towards his boyfriend, listening to the soft, muffled cries of protest. He himself had sunk down onto his knees, helping the cheetah disrobe, and was busying himself with both paws full of stiff cocks. The canine one was a bit bigger and watery pre spurt out against his muzzle while his tongue traced the uncut head of Josh's length. Above him the pair were making out and letting paws roam each other's chests.

Curt snorted softly as he bottomed out inside the otter's rear, flexing his equine length deep in the passage and shuddering. "Ooh, see? You took it just fine," he said, locking eyes with Calem.

The otter's paws were pulled taut against his restraints and he narrowed his eyes, trying to growl around the jockstrap. Despite his resistance, and the pain of being filled so fully, his cock was dripping madly against his stomach.

The donkey pulled back until just his head was inside, and then thrust back in, rocking the otter's body on the sheets as his heavy balls slapped the underside of Calem's rear. He started in on that pace, working himself a bit faster in and out until he'd settled on a steady rhythm.

Calem's head fell back to the pillow and his toes curled, letting out a soft groan as his prostate was ground upon and he went limp against the mattress. The donkey between his legs was slowly gaining speed and he could do nothing but lay there and enjoy the ride.

Blott squeezed the shafts in both paws, pressing the tapered, canine tip and uncut head together so he could swirl his tongue around in figure eights while his own throbbed between his legs. It'd been awhile since he got to try and fit his muzzle around two cocks and he loved the taste as both drooled pre out against his tongue and cheeks.

Curt was focused solely on himself as his large sac smacked the otter's rear. His medial ring made a soft popping noise as it thrust in and out with growing ease. He groaned happily and closed his eyes, letting the minutes tick by as he picked up speed and power.

Calem felt as if he were about to burst at any moment, but he was riding the edge of his orgasm and unable to tip over without any other stimulation to his shaft, and it drove him crazy. Above him, the donkey was panting and grunting as he got closer.

Malcom broke the kiss with the blushing cheetah and looked over to his boyfriend who was making all sorts of interesting noises. "Ooh, sounds like the donkey boy is about to blow," he teased, crawling up onto the bed and reaching down to give that large sac a squeeze.

Blott stood up and moved over to watch as well, eyes following that thick shaft where it was driving into his own boyfriend's stretched ring. "Mmm, who's after?"

"Oh we'll figure that out," Malcom said, growling playfully at his donkey.

Curt's face screwed up in pleasure and he grit his teeth as he bottomed out in the bound otter, cumming hard deep inside. He muttered a few unintelligible words and gave a few more weak thrusts as he pumped Calem full of warm, equine seed.

The otter felt his insides fill with liquid fire and his own body shuddered, so close to cumming, but already coming down from the peak. He whimpered pitifully and found Blott's eyes.

Blott shook his head and stuck out his tongue. "Nope. This is what you get for making a mess of me in the dressing room,"

Calem scowled and let out a huff through his nose, tugging at his bonds as the donkey began pulling back. Cum leaked from his abused passage and he was silently glad that the largest went first; the others should be easier now.

Malcom climbed up between Calem's legs and lifted his legs up to get a good view of the otter's ring, seeing the seed leaking out against the underside of his fluffy tail. "I think we'll fit..."

Josh climbed up onto the bed as well, settling in behind the wolf and looking over his shoulder. "Think?"

"Oh yeah. Just let me slide in first," he said, pressing the tip of his canine shaft to Calem's passage.

Blott grinned even wider now and he sat by the otter's head, placing a paw on the hybrid's shoulder. "Ooh, you're gonna do that to him, eh?"

Realization dawned on the trapped otter and he struggled at his bonds, panic on his face. He tried to spit out the jockstrap but couldn't get it free. His legs were already held tight and he whimpered helplessly as the canine's length pressed into him with ease.

Malcom bent the otter's legs as far forward until he was perched above the smaller male, his cock driving straight down into him in a jackhammer position. This let the cheetah crawl up behind the wolf and press the head of his shaft at the already-stretched entrance.

Calem's body protested nearly being bent in half, but he had little time to think about that discomfort as he felt Josh's cock start spreading him even wider than the donkey's had. He'd never even considered taking two guys at once, but he had little say in the matter as the cheetah slid in against the wolf.

Malcom groaned at the extra sensation and tightness the cheetah's shaft provided and he lowered himself against the otter, hilting himself in the tight passage as Josh managed to nearly hilt himself as well.

The feeling was indescribable and Calem's mind was torn between the pain of being taken so wide, and the fullness he was experiencing. Tears ran from the corners of his eyes and he took a deep breath to ready himself for their assault. A paw settled on his forehead and he opened his eyes to see Blott looking down at him.

The squirrel gave him a soft smile of encouragement and then his lips curled into a wicked smile, fingers running through his fur. "You brought this on yourself," he said, looking down at the two males hovering above and behind his lover.

Calem felt a bit comforted by his boyfriend's presence and he relaxed, growling back in resistance and tugging at the cuffs on his wrists.

Malcom withdrew first and as he plunged back in, Josh withdrew. The pair had done this before, it seemed, and their movements were timed well, sliding in as another pushed in. The cheetah draped his arms around the wolf's waist for support and moaned softly into the golden fur, body trembling.

Curt knelt behind the squirrel and hugged him tight back against his chest. "Mmm, maybe someday you'll try it to, hm?" he asked, teasing one of his hands down to grip Blott's cock.

The squirrel let his head fall back on the donkey's shoulder and he grinned wide, idly thrusting into that paw. "Hrrf, maybe..."

The donkey began stroking the squirrel eagerly, fingers teasing his foreskin back and forth over his dripping head as the other pair of males thrust into the same, captive otter.

Calem's head swam with an overabundance of physical feelings. It was an odd sensation to feel someone sliding both in and out of him at the same time and his body ached from being so full. The wolf's knot was beginning to pop in and out of him and he was afraid of just how much that would stretch him.

Malcom grit his teeth as he tugged his growing knot from the abused otter and then slammed it in again, holding himself still. Josh picked up the pace and began humping away with abandon while the wolf stayed still. The large knot continued growing inside Calem's tunnel and Josh's length ground along the underside of the canine's length while it pulsed and grew.

Blott had done a good job of bringing the pair close a few times while the donkey had his turn and Josh was trembling against the wolf's back as he thrust himself into the otter's battered passage. His soft, creamy white balls bounced off the matted fur of Calem's tail and he whined and hugged Malcom to his chest.

Calem could feel the cheetah's timing becoming more and more erratic and the wolf's knot under his tail was making his head spin as it swelled. The wolf was rolling his hips in slow movements, muzzle parted in a lazy grin as he scrunched his face up in concentration.

The cheetah gasped behind the wolf and the otter felt more seed spray up inside him along with the telltale throb of the uncut shaft buried in him. The wolf wasn't far behind and he came with a low grunt as the cheetah's shaft wedged against his own.

The pair flooded the otter's stretched passage, cum running back out along Calem's thighs and crotch, soaking him thoroughly. Josh fell backwards onto the bed with a content groan, his cock slipping free of the otter. Calem shuddered as he felt his passage clamp down on the wolf's knot, but before he could get accustomed, the wolf yanked back as well, leaving him empty and aching for something to fill him.

Blott watched the whole scene with a small pang of envy, humping into the donkey's hand the entire time. He bit his lip and groaned as he came for the second time that evening, ropes of cum splattering against the otter's face and neck.

A couple minutes passed as everyone caught their breath and Blott reached down to give the otter's shaft a firm squeeze, feeling it pulse in response. "Ooh, thanks guys... I think you guys definitely got him all worked up," he said, grinning at the others.

Malcom stood up and stretched, helping Josh to his feet. "Mmm, course, I always love sneaking up under the rudder's tail," he said, winking down at Calem.

The otter just lay there in a haze of his emotions. His body tingled all over and he couldn't even find it in himself to respond.

"So, shower off and get some food?" Blott asked, brushing his paws down his feminine shirt and walking over to the door.

"Sounds good. What about him?" Curt asked, looking back at the otter as he headed out into the hallway.

Blott stuck his tongue out at the otter. "He'll still be there when we get back," he teased, closing the door behind them to further muffle the otter's muted cries of protest.