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Feeling his blindfold drop from his face, Cooper opened up his eyes, looking up at his friends standing around him in the buff. He tried to speak but found his mouth gagged. He started to panic when the pudgy tiger lifted his head up and he gazed into his sea-green eyes.

"Just relax, kay?" Lenny said.

Coop nodded.

"Good man. Now, remember we talked about that Egg hunt all week?"

The chubby, forest green tabby nodded once again.

Lenny gestured to the other mature men in the room; Bruce, a stocky, silver furred wolverine with a big bushy mustache. A trail of dark brown fur ran down his front, ending in a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a lengthy uncut cock.

Then there was Gibson, a portly bespectacled skunk, his chubby face adorned with a beard and a plentiful amount of chest hair. He was the only one of the three wearing underwear still with an apparent blush on his face. He waved shyly and flashed a smile.

Lenny cleared his throat and he lifted a small key, one Coop knew all too damn well. The tabby couldn't stop the blood from rushing to his cheeks... and other places.

"Ya remember the prize for finding all the eggs?" Lenny asked.

Another nod.

"Good, in fifteen minutes you can come look for us, if one of us has the key when you do, you can get unlocked, but if not, it's another two weeks for you."

Coop whined as his cock throbbed in its cage.

"Oh don't be like that bud." Lenny planted a kiss on the smaller cat's head. "Just find one of us with the key and you'll be set. Happy hunting!"

Chuckling, Lenny ushered the other two dads out of the room leaving Coop alone on the sofa dribbling in his plastic prison. He undid his gag and wiped the drool from his mouth before his face twisted into a pout almost.

Pent up and teased for an entire week, he figured a weekend getaway to the cabin would be his chance at release, Aero suggested it be a great, "Dads Getaway" and it was before he knew it was gonna be a sex-fueled rampage for everyone to get off... except him.

His mind started to wander to the last poker game they had. The den was heavily scented with cigar smoke and he could still taste the bourbon on Lenny's breath when they kissed. The way Bruce's mustache felt against his ass as he rimmed the tabby's hole, the moist warmth of Gibson's mouth on his engorged length. The sudden chime of his phone's timer snapped him out of his lustful daydreaming.

He reached down and felt the small puddle of pre leaking furiously from his locked dick.

'Hopefully, this gets easier,' Even if he didn't find the current key holder, he hoped this whole chastity thing would be over soon. One week's bad enough.

Coop got to his feet and started his search for the first person with the key. He heard the sound of metal clanking and panting coming from the garage. Peeking through the cracked door, he saw Bruce laid on his back lifting weights.

From where he was standing he could see the pendulous sack dangling between his thighs; his thick, uncut member rested on top, looking pretty inviting. Bruce was a strongman, and just large in every sense of the word, the way his chest rippled with each rep, how his paunchy, but firm belly rose and flattened with each breath, even the way his thighs tensed were just so hot.

"Ya gonna just stand there making puddles or see if I have the key?"

Coop let out a yip as Bruce racked the weights and sat up, grinning. He opened the door and shuffled inside, staring down at his feet, unable to look the wolverine in the eye.

"So, a week eh? Couldn't imagine," Bruce said, grabbing a towel off the workbench nearby. He removed his glasses and wiped his face free of any sweat, "I'm usually whacking it at least twice a day!"

"Mmhmm," Coop muttered.

"I mean it must be uncomfortable trying to sleep with it on, right?" Bruce asked, wiping down his glasses.

"Y-yeah," Coop stammered. He started to feel his dick begin to chub up talking about his predicament like this.

"And I've blown ya a lot to know that you're pretty girthy too," Bruce stepped towards the shorter male and cupped his semi-hard cock right in front of him.

"Must be hard for ya, huh kitten?" Bruce asked.

Coop could barely manage a nod.

Had Bruce always smelled this good? A cocktail of musk and... was that pine he smelled? Bruce chuckled and lifted his arm up, exposing his fuzzy pits, "I know ya like 'em sweaty, bubba."

The portly cat felt his dick straining once more, and now he was more aware of how full his nuts felt at the time. Almost as if under a spell, the shorter man buried his face into his armpit, huffing and gasping trying to get as much of the scent as possible. It was wonderful, intoxicating even. Tingling all the right senses in his brain, his wandering hands grasped and groped everywhere. His chest, his belly, his shoulders, anything he could reach.

"My, my, such an eager fella! You really are horny, huh kitten?"

"Yes, Bruce,"

The stocky wolverine started to slowly stroke his length, as Coop inhaled his scent like a pig looking for truffles. His other hand caressed his love handles before reaching back to grab a handful of ass meat, growling in his ear doing so.

"You like that?"

Coop whined, helplessly grinding against Bruce's leg. The effort was in vain, but he didn't acknowledge the cage's existence even in his lustful haze.

"Poor fella, humping daddy's leg to get off? I bet your little head is just buzzing at my scent huh?" Bruce said, chuckling.

"Y-yes! Yes sir!" Coop yelped.

Bruce pulled the cat from his pit and forced their lips together. He growled as his hand on the back of the smaller male's neck, using just enough force to keep him still, but let him pull back for breath if needed. Their tongues battled for dominance, each one savoring the taste of pungent musky and the other flavored with gin.

Coop pulled back panting, with a string of saliva connecting their lips.

Wordlessly, Bruce bent Coop over the bench and parted his ass cheeks. Staring back at him was that dusty pink entrance he'd loved so much. He gently teased the entrance with the tip of his finger, feeling Coop shudder at his touch.

"Stay there,"

Coop heard Bruce rustling behind him before he felt a moist, rough surface on his hole sending shivers up his spine and dragging a moan from his mouth. The older wolverine let out a moan of his own, using one hand to stroke himself while the other fondled Coop's swollen sack. He began to trace the contours of each wrinkle and fold that conglomerated to the center, his prize.

Listening to the chubby tabby moan and whimper, just drove him mad. Bruce growled, roughly grabbing Coop's ass and spreading it apart before stabbing into him with his tongue.

"H-holy fuck!"

Coop couldn't do anything as he felt the bigger male's tongue worming inside him. He chomped down on his lip hard enough to where it almost bled. He reached down to stroke himself the best he could, only to feel his cock locked away from his, or anyone's touch. A puddle of pre had already gathered on the bench beneath him and only more was leaking out.

"Don't worry Coop, I'll make you feel wonderful," Bruce said.

Before Coop could answer, he already felt the bulbous head of his cock press sliding over his hole.

That deep aching feeling in his balls made the smaller man groan, "P-please Sir..."

"Please what?"

"F-fuck me, please..."

"All right, you asked for it!" With almost no warning, Bruce shoved his cock into the cat, making him cry out in pleasure.

His thrusts were fast and hard, each one threatening to split the cat in two.

"F-fuck- I-I mmmph- f-fuck!" Coop choked out. His claws started to dig into the workout bench as Bruce's cock made work of his prostate.

"Fuck yeah! You like it when Brucey's pounding your ass don't you?!"

"Yes, Sir, I do!"

Feeling the wolverine's girth grind against his prostate and his own caged dick dribbling pre-cum like a broken tap, the scent of sweat and sex in the stuffy garage, the feral grunts with Bruce's balls slapped against his own almost milking them for pre with each collision.

"You ready to take my load boy?" Bruce growled.

"Yes, Sir, breed me, please!" Coop gasped.

His cock felt like a hot steel rod was pistoning in and out of his ass. He'd forgotten about relieving his own pent-up cock and solely wanted to feel the larger man's seed flood his insides. Each thrust seemed harder than the last as he heard labored breathing and grunting. Bruce was trying to hold back, but the slick, moist warmth of Coop's ass one out in the end.

With a deep, guttural growl, Bruce hilted the smaller man, emptying his full sack deep inside him.

"F-fuck..."

Coop stood completely still, aside from the occasional twitch of his tail and the heaving of his chest. A pop on the ass made the tabby yelp as Bruce let out a little laugh.

"Hold still," Bruce said, he grunted as he slowly slid his softening cock from the tight confines of Coop's ass accompanied by the small rivulets of his semen running down his taint and balls.

"P...please t-tell me you... have t-the k... key," Coop gasped.

Bruce wandered over to the dryer and pulled out two towels. "Can't say I do, bub."

Coop put himself in a sitting position, shuddering when his bare ass made contact with the puddle of pre he made just moments ago. "I take it you won't tell me who does, will ya?"

"Nope," Bruce handed the cat a towel as he wiped himself down.

Despite getting that deep internal itch scratched, Coop was brought back to the throb in his swollen ball sack. 'Mental note; never agree to any chastity after this,' he noted.

"I suggest you get a move on, we already burned twenty minutes."

That sentence alone was enough to get Coop on his way.

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It didn't take long for Coop to find another of his designated targets.

He just didn't expect to see what he did.

The azure skunk was on all fours with his tail draped over his back as a machine probed his ass with a steady rhythm. Coops ears twitched as with each pump of the toy made a wet squelching noise.

"I-uh... Gibby?"

The other man looked over his shoulder and gave a small wave. "There ya are Coop!" he picked up a small remote and pushed a button, making the machine stop.

He got to his feet presenting his naked body to Coop. The cat had never seen him naked, at least not in-depth. His cock jutted out ever so slightly from his fat pad, the head peeking from his foreskin, the head glistening with precum. Hanging beneath his cock was a set of heavy balls hanging low due to the warm summer air in the cabin.

Gibson presented a key to Coop and winked. He walked over and dropped to his knees, before proceeding to unlock him from his plastic prison.

"G-Gibson I-"

"You what? I know that a fella like yourself is driven mad, right?" Gibson said

Coop's cock sprang to attention as all the pieces were removed, pulsing angrily in Gibson's face. It was thick and capped with a bulbous, round head dribbling pre-cum like before.

"I-I-" Coop stammered, barely unable to find words. He was standing in front of his employee's uncle with a throbbing hard-on; what was he gonna say?!

"Sorry that Lenny put ya in this predicament, he planned on letting ya out sooner but I guess the thought of having ya squirm was more fun," Gibson said with a chuckle.

They stood there in silence for a moment before the skunk began to run his hands up and down Coop's thighs making his dick jump. He was so hard, so needy like any touch would set him off any moment. He let out a content sigh letting his hands rest on Gibson's strong shoulders.

"You poor thing," Gibson said, cupping the fuzzy purple ball sack and rolling it around lovingly in his hands. Hearing Coop's soft mewls was like music to his ears. Despite only five year's difference between the both of them, Gibson felt a bit paternal.

Gibson leaned in and took a deep whiff of Coop's musk. It was deep, pungent and despite how hot it was, it wasn't offensive in the slightest. He started planting kisses along his thighs, up the length of his dick, and even on the tip earning him a glob of pre-cum that he gratefully licked at, a move which made Coop jerk suddenly.

"Sensitive, eh?" Gibson asked almost teasingly.

"U-uh-huh..." Coop nodded.

Taking hold of the pulsating member, Gibson noted how stiff it was in his meaty paw. Rolling the foreskin back, he exposed the bright pink head in all its glory as it shined in the evening sunlight.

"What if I do this?" Gibson stuck his tongue out and gave a deep, slow lick over the cat's piss-slit feeling him quiver and moan softly.

"F-f-feels good..." Coop muttered.

"And this?" Pointing his erection upward, he gave another deep lick to the underside and his balls.

Coop was enjoying every second of it, feeling as if electricity was shooting through his body, making every hair on his body stand on end. He bit down on his lip as he felt a load churning in his nuts.

"G-gibby- I-" Coop whimpered.

"What's the matter? Ya close?" Gibson asked.

Coop nodded vigorously, expecting the skunk to ease up on him. Only to feel his hot tongue wrap around the head of his cock. His legs started to quiver as Gibson's tongue swirled around the tip of his dick, threatening to push him over the edge. He tried so hard not to blow, but the dexterity in which the skunk sucked him off was too much.

Gibson stared directly at the head of Coop's dick with his mouth wide open as it began to fire off rope after rope of warm, sticky cum across his face. A few spurts landed on his tongue and some painted some more white streaks across his salt and pepper moustache.

"Bet ya that felt great, huh?" Gibson asked, as he started to lovingly stroke the still throbbing length in an attempt to milk it for any left over cum.

Coop nodded, dazed. His legs felt like jelly and he was trembling just from the sheer force of his orgasm. Yet, his dick was still standing firm as Gibson suckled on it. He took a step back, only to find the skunk hands wrapping around him and squeezing his ass.

Gibson chuckled darkly, looking up at Coop with a devious and hungry look in his eye. "You think you'd just get your rocks off and carry on your merry way? Oho, you've got another thing coming."

The skunk got to his feet, standing a full foot taller than the tabby and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and practically threw him on the bed. He licked his lips and climbed on top of Coop who was practically frozen as he straddled the shorter male's waist.

Coop moaned, feeling the warmth of Gibson's ass pressing against his cock. "F-fuck Gibby," he panted.

"Ya like that boy? Feeling my hot hole sliding against your cock? Huh?" Gibson teased.

"Yes, yes sir!"

"I bet you really could use a piece of ass right now huh?"

"Yes Sir!" Coop shouted. He could feel Gibson's lubed hole teasing the end of his dick, each time threatening to slide right inside, but the older man pulled away just so it wouldn't.

"Beg,"

"Please let me fuck you, Gibson!" Coop cried out.

Grinning, he rolled over beside with his hands folded behind his head, "Hehe, get to work,"

Coop nodded and laid beside him. Gibson's dick stood tall, he was by far the smallest of the four of them, at four inches, but he was by far the thickest. He took it into his hand and was fascinated by the heat and hardness, like holding a sealed soda can left in the sun all day. With the foreskin bunched at the end, it reminded him of an elephant's trunk.

A probing finger slid into his ass followed by a chuckle, "Seems Bruce left me a good amount of lube to work with here,"

Pulling the foreskin back, the deep pink head greeted him in all its glory. Coop stuck it in his mouth and began to suck like his life depended on it.

Sighing contentedly as he withdrew his finger which was now slick with Bruce's cum from before, he brought the appendage to his mouth and licked it clean. He began to buck his hips into Coop's suctioning mouth much to the cat's surprise.

Each pump made the skunk's fat, loose balls bounce against his face, getting a nice whiff of musk. Cupping the sack in one hand, he used his other hand to tease the larger male's hole, still slick with lube from his automated fuck machine.

A pop on the ass made the tabby yelp and withdraw his hand.

"Ah, ah, ah, ya gotta earn that," Gibson scolded.

"Yessir,"

Tracing his tongue along the glans, Coop gathered up all the pre-cum he could. His oral ministrations stimulated a steady flow of the clear, salty fluid. He backed off only to take Gibson into his throat, making him growl and buck harder, fucking his throat.

Pulling back again, Coop panted and admired his handiwork. Gibson's dick was thoughoughly lubed with spit and pre-cum.

"Alright..." Gibson panted. "Climb up on top, I know you're just aching for another load in your ass, huh?"

Coop nodded. He stood over the other man and straddled his hips as he lowered himself down onto that thick spear of man meat.

"If ya need some extra support, just lean into this ol thing," Gibson gave his belly a slap and laughed.

Shifting his weight and leaning into that soft, firm belly while reaching back to line that stiff rod of man meat at his hole and eased himself into it. After the pounding he'd received from Bruce not too long ago, the fat, rubbery head slipped inside him easily; first the glans, then the ridge that separated the head from the shaft.

Coop looked down at the man, big, strong arms, blue-furred pecs with patches of gray forming where black used to be. Shifting his gaze lower, that happy trail slowly tapered off towards Gibson's gut. He flicked his eyes back up to the skunk's face, which had a huge grin spread across it.

Briefly, Coop felt himself slide down Gibson's dick helplessly. In his lustful staring he'd forgotten the delicate task he was supposed to be performing. As his ring swallowed another few inches, his ass contracted violently against his thick cock. Without warning he felt his dick spasm and flurry of silky white semen splattered against the skunk's belly much to the surprise of both of them.

"S-sorry!" Coop cried out, unable to control the sudden orgasm wracking his chubby frame.

Gibson winked, "Never thought you were so easy to set off! I'm surprised ya don't slosh when ya walk!" he laughed.

Coop felt his cheeks burning in embarrassment. He'd never been so quick to orgasm before. Hell, he knew he had the most stamina out of the guys on poker night!

The skunk flashed his teeth at the cat once again before he took his hand and started working his fingers in his load.

"Look at that, all this just from taking my dick," Gibson said as his body shook beneath Coop with staccato laughter. He brought his cum coated fingers up to his lips and let the feline watch as he sucked them clean, putting on a lewd display for him. Judging from the still throbbing hard on the smaller male had, he was thoroughly enjoying it. He dipped his thick fingers back in and worked through the discharge.

Pulling up free, he held his cum-coated digits up to Coop's face and gently forced his fat thumb into his mouth. The tabby moaned softly as he sucked his ejactulate off the calloused surface.

"Good man," Gibson said as Coop continued sucking.

Reaching back, Coop spread his ass cheeks apart, making his ass give up any remaining resistance. Soon feeling his groin pressing against Gibson's lower abdomen, he sat still for a moment, panting in an attempt to accommodate the thick, club-like organ.

"O-oh w-wow," Coop groaned.

"Feels good huh?" Gibson curled his fingers around Coop's twitching hard on. With a gentle squeeze a bead of pre-cum blossomed forth.

"Y-yuh-huh..." Coop tried to shake himself from the lustful haze he was to no avail.

Slowly, Gibson started to undulate his hips, much to his, and Coop's pleasure.

"You like riding Daddy's dick, don'cha?"

"Y...yes sir."

"You want this ass-fucking, right?"

"Yes, sir!" Coop sounded much more confident.

Coop's ass had grabbed Gibson like a vice, being so tight and virginal. Each time he lifted himself up it was accompanied by a slick, wet, plopping sound. Running down the length of his thick, engorged member was Bruce's creamy load from earlier. Gibson nibbled on his lower lip to hold back a moan as Coop rode his dick for all he was worth.

Grabbing his hips, he answered Coop's movements tit-for-tat. Pulling back as he lifted up, pushing in as he sank back down to the base of his cock. The raucous moans started filling the room as they continued.

Nothing mattered in the moment just feeling their bodies against one another, the scent of their musk and their sweat-drenched fur sticking to each other. Coop let out another whine when his dick started to spasm in Gibson's clutching fist shooting another load onto his great belly.

"Fuck!" Coop whimpered. He couldn't help it at this point any and everything could set him off and it all felt wonderful. He felt hands on either of his hips and Gibson started to bounce him on his cock, each thrust pushing deeper and deeper into him.

The skunk's breathing was labored and urgent, letting Coop know exactly what was going on. He squeezed down on the thick member and when he heard him moan, Coop continued.

Between Gibson's thrusts, and clenching down with his ass, he could feel another orgasm edging closer.

"I-I-" Coop started.

"I am too!" Gibson shouted.

They both roared as their orgasms took hold.

Coop threw his head back in pleasure as his seed shot forth once again, this time catching Gibson in the face once again, and splatting on his glasses.

"F...feel better?" Gibson asked

Coop grinned and gave a thumbs up, "M-much better..." he hauled himself off of Gibson's cock and collapsed beside him on the bed. He leaned in and licked his cum off the skunk's face which led to them both kissing. Their fingers entwined as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking.

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"That is so not fair!" Lenny shouted.

Both Coop and Gibson sat on the sofa now wearing underwear and a t-shirt respectively. Coop was hanging his head in shame with the larger male's arm draped around his shoulders.

"You're the one who left me with the key," Gibson stated matter of factly.

"Well, we also expected ya to fuck and pass him off." Bruce said, taking a sip of his beer.

Lenny grumbled as he threw another stick into the firepit. He sat back and folded his arms with a huff.

"Sorry Len..." Copp muttered.

The old tiger sighed, "I shouldn't be so grumpy, I did keep you locked up for a week."

"Speaking of 'locking up', you remember what we agreed upon during our last game?" Bruce waggled his eyebrows at Lenny who's face drained of all color.

Both Coop and Gibson smirked, "Well... we could stay here for the week..." Coop suggested.

Lenny gulped.

This egg hunt wasn't going to end the way he wanted to.