Not All Otters Make the Swim Team Pt1

Story by seraphls on SoFurry

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#1 of Not All Otters Make the Swim Team

Well, I was going to take my time on busting out something new, but I'd had some pent up... inspriation. Yes, inspiration. This is the first thing I've written in years, but I quite like how it came out. Short, sweet, to the point, and with sequels to be spawned.


As Kane finished up his nighttime swim, he climbed out of the heated pool and stretched his arms over his head. The otter had a lean build, and wore only a pair of black speedos that clung tightly to his hips. He'd been a strong member of his high school's swim team, but the move to the city for college gave him a rude introduction to swimmers much, much better than him. It hurt his pride to not make the swim team his freshman year, but he resolved to step up his practice and make it on next year.

Throughout his whole first semester, he spent all his free time working out and practicing in the school pool. He stayed out of the swim team's way, but did try and swim when he knew the swim coach would be watching, wanting him to see how hard he was working. Once the semester ended, however, the school pool was closed and Kane had to find somewhere else to practice over the winter break.

Fortunately for him, the manager of the local pool was understanding of Kane's difficulties, and was accommodating of the otter's preferences for late-night swims. The pool was heated, so even in the cold winter he could still do laps. The otter liked to have the pool to himself when he did laps, an old habit of coming from such a small town. The owner, a wolf in his late twenties named Rhys, let Kane come in while he was still there, and would just lock the door from the outside when he left so that the otter could leave whenever he was done.

Kane took a moment to adjust his speedo, which clung tightly to his sheath. He knew nobody was around to care, but he didn't want to get too comfortable in the public setting. There had been a few times where he'd felt particularly adventurous and had rubbed at himself while he was alone in the pool, but he never had the courage to go beyond getting semi-hard, and had found the experience left him unfulfilled. Still, at least Rhys was nice enough to let Kane get away with using the pool alone, and he wasn't about to abuse it.

The otter grabbed his towel and gave himself a quick drying so he wouldn't be dripping everywhere on his way to the showers. He stretched his arms and legs a few times, then strolled over to the locker room. Empty, as it always was at 11pm. He tossed his towel over a bench and walked right into the nearest shower, not even bothering to pull the curtain over the stall. He turned the water on as hot as it would go - which still was just a little above lukewarm - and stepped in without taking off his speedo. He let the water fall over his fur, making sure to run his fingers through it to get the chlorine out.

With the shower running at full blast, Kane did not hear the door to the locker room open. Of course, had he heard it, he would have thought it strange, as it was supposed to be locked from the outside. Kane closed his eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair, completely oblivious to what was going on outside his shower stall. Suddenly, without warning, Kane found himself wrapped up in the thick plastic shower curtain next to him, with a wet cloth forced over his mouth. The otter tried to wriggle free of his assailant, but found himself quickly going limp and blacking out.

* * *

Two weeks prior, two furs sat in an office in the athletic department of the city college. They both sipped on their respective coffee drinks and discussed the various prospects of the school's sports teams.

"You'll be glad to hear that the swim team has some good members this years." A well-muscled cheetah said, leaning back in his chair, "Not as many otters as usual, but with the new diversity requirements, I guess that won't be such a bad thing."

"Yes, I can't say I'm overly pleased with all those angry parents complaining about the swim team always being almost all otters," a wolf huffed out, "But it does mean you get to send some my way. I always appreciate them."

The cheetah gave a small chuckle and popped the lid off his coffee cup. He pulled open a desk drawer and produced a small bottle of Kahlua. He poured some into his coffee, and offered a bit to the wolf, who gladly accepted.

"Speaking of, there was one who didn't quite make the but this year, but seemed pretty eager to get on the team. You'd like him. Not too tall or bulky. Some nice tan hair. Fills out a swimsuit quite nicely." The cheetah grinned, licking his lips, "If I send him your way, you'll make sure he gets to me, right?"

* * *

Kane woke up slowly, a bit disoriented from the shenanigans that had taken place a few hours before. At first he figured he'd just gotten a bit too comfortable in the shower and dozed off. He tried to stretch, but he found his arms blocked by thin metal bars. When he felt his movement restricted, his eyes immediately shot open, and he started shifting around to figure out what had happened. He quickly figured out that he was in a cage of some sort, maybe five feet by five feet, with barely enough room for him to sit up. The floor he was lying on had a thin layer of straw spread out under him, which felt just a bit damp. The only light in the room came from a candle ten feet away, which only gave him enough to tell he was in some sort of basement. He still had his speedo, but in light of his current situation, that was little comfort.

Kane groaned a bit, rubbing his head. He had a splitting headache, which wasn't being helped by his apparent predicament. He considered calling out for help, but thought better of it. If anyone were to hear him, it would likely only be whoever put him down there, and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to meet that person. So he lied back down and curled up into a protective ball, holding his thick tail to his chest as he waiting in agonizing nervousness. He knew that struggling or yelling would be hopeless, so all he could do was wait for whatever fate would befall him.

After what seemed like hours, the candle reached the end of its wick and flickered out. Kane was just starting to force himself to fall asleep when a door loudly opened at the top of a small staircase. Kane jumped up a bit, immediately hitting his head on the bars above him. He let out a small "erf" and slouched back down, rubbing his eyes and looking at the doorway. He could only make out a vague silhouette in the doorframe before a light being switched on blinded him.

"Well well," the figure in the doorway said. Kane perked an ear, knowing the voice sounded familiar, but couldn't place it in his disoriented state, "I see you're awake now. Good to see. I was starting to worry that cat had given me something stronger than chloroform. Fuck knows, I can't even pronounce half the shit on those science lab bottles."

Kane tilted his head, wincing at the stiffness in his neck. He sat on his knees with his paws over his crotch, suddenly becoming very aware of his vulnerable state. The person at the top of the stairs began to walk down to the caged otter, his boots thunking loudly on the wooden steps. As he approached, Kane's vision cleared, giving him a better look at the figure before him. He gave a surprised bark as he immediately recognized his captor. Rhys was shirtless in front of him, his arms crossed over his large pecs, with black pants and combat boots. The grey wolf grinned widely, twirling a keyring on his finger as he looked down at the defenseless little otter.

"R-Rhys?" Kane stammered out, scooting to the back of his small cage, "Wh-what the fuck's going on?"

The wolf chuckled and approached the cage, kneeling down and resting his arms on the top of the cage so he could look down at Kane.

"Well, I DID have a creepy little monologue in store for that question..." Rhys said, "But I've still got some preparations to make for you, so I'll give you the quick and easy version, so there won't be any questions."

Rhys stood back up and walked over to a table in the corner of the room. Kane looked around himself, and saw that the basement he was in had been converted into a sort of dungeon, with various chains and bondage instruments lining the wall. Each new thing his eyes fell on caused his heart to sink further and further. The wolf picked up a thick red leather collar and walked back over to the otter, setting it on top of the cage.

"To make a long story short, you're my pet now. This includes total obedience, a lot of getting fucked by your new master, no end in sight, yadda yadda, I think you get the idea."

Kane felt a knot grow in his stomach as the wolf he thought was his friend said this to him. A million things started rushing through his head at once, leaving the otter at a loss for words. He wanted to ask the wolf if this was just an elaborate prank, some sort of hazing ritual, or if Rhys just really wanted to get something onto Tosh.cr0w. As the wolf laid out a row of dildos, each one larger than the last, the otter slowly started to realize that it WAS as bad as he thought it was.

Once Rhys was satisfied with his array of various instruments, he turned back to Kane, who tensed up defensively. The wolf knelt down in front of the cage and unlocked the large padlock that kept the door closed.

"Good, now come on out so Master can fit your collar on." The wolf said with a sinister grin. Kane's first instinct was to lunge at the door, tackling Rhys and making a daring escape. As the fantasy played out in Kane's head, however, he found out that his muscles had grown quite stiff from his time in the cage, and his dramatic lunge came out as a pathetic-looking fall.

Rhys laughed and reached into the cage, helping the otter up. He grabbed the waistband of Kane's speedo and pulled him out of the cage, and brought the otter to his feet. As the otter weakly stood, swaying a bit before leaning on the wolf's bare chest, Rhys wrapped the thick collar around his neck, leaving it loose enough to not be uncomfortable, but quite secure enough that Kane wouldn't be removing it without extreme difficulty. All the otter could do was whimper weakly as Rhys fastened a leash to the collar and stepped back, giving it a little tug. Kane immediately fell to his knees, still to weak to properly stand.

"Tut tut." Rhys scolded, "Guess I did use a little too much there. But that's okay. I can get you prepared just as well."

Rhys walked over to a set of chains hanging from the ceiling, with a pair of manacles on the end. He pulled Kane over, who was forced to crawl on all fours to avoid the collar tugging on him too hard. Rhys lowered the manacles and cuffed each of Kane's paws. Kane tried to wrestle his paws away, but in his state he could do little to fend off the much stronger wolf. Rhys the unceremoniously hoisted the otter up, his arms getting pulled high over his head, and his toes just barely able to touch the ground.

Rhys pulled a piece of cloth into Kane's maw, sufficiently gagging him, then stepped back to admire his new catch. He gave a murr as he stroked a paw down Kane's sleek chest, down to his stomach. The otter jumped and tried to squirm away, but could do little from his hanging position. Rhys just grinned and lowered his paw to Kane's speedo, rubbing at the otter's sheath through the tightly-stretched fabric.

"My partner was right," Rhys murred, "You do fill these out quite nicely. Normally I'd be ripping these off you, but you're such a sight in these, I'll let you keep them."

Kane gave a muffled whine as he squeezed his eyes shut, the wolf reaching further down and gripping the otter's nuts. At first it was a light feel, but as the wolf's grip tightened, Kane squirmed and whined louder. Rhys moved his paw back and rubbed at the otter's sheath, squeezing lightly around the tight spandex. Kane blushed deep red as he was felt up, his body unable to keep from reacting. His sheath swelled into Rhys's paw, much to the wolf's amusement.

"Oh, you're quick." Rhys said, licking his lips, "I like that. Makes things very fun. One more thing I can hold over you."

Rhys continued to rub at his otter's speedo until the boy's length was fully out of its sheath and straining against the stretchy fabric.

"As much as I'd like to play with you more," Rhys said with a sigh, turning Kane around and resting a paw on his bottom, "I do have some work to do to properly prepare you. I wouldn't want to have you screaming and whining the first time I fuck you... and I don't want to wait too long for that."

While keeping a paw on Kane's chest, holding him secure, Rhys tugged down the back of the otter's Speedo, exposing his ass, but his erection keeping it securely over his front. Rhys reached over to the table and picked up a considerably sized buttplug with a small switch on the base. He grinned as he brought it over to the otter's face, squirting some lube onto his paw and smearing it over the toy so the otter could see. Kane whined and folded his ears back, but knew that resisting would get him nowhere at this point.

Rhys set the toy down for just a moment, then knelt down behind the otter. He pushed Kane's tail up a bit and pressed his lubed fingers against the otter's tailhole. While the otter had not resisted too much, the sudden violation caused him to jump and kick his legs, one catching the wolf in the chest. Rhys yelped a bit and frowned, quite obviously unamused by this. He stood and went back to his table, coming back with a leather strap about an inch wide. He patted his paw with it a couple times, then brought it sharply over the otter's rear, making a loud noise. Kane jumped and yelped loudly, but could do nothing as the wolf repeatedly slapped the otter's ass, not wanting there to be any further questions about how resistance would be treated.

After ten good swats, Rhys set the strap back down and wiped the lube off his fingers onto his pants. If the otter was going to be difficult, he certainly wasn't going to go out of his way to make this easier on him. He picked the lubed buttplug back up and yanked up the otter's tail again. This time Kane just whimpered, his ass stinging from the leather's bite, and put up no resistance as Rhys pressed the blunt toy against his tailhole. Kane wasn't a virgin, but as Rhys pressed the tapered plug in slowly, he could tell that this otter definitely did not frequently partake in having cocks up his bum. No matter, that would quickly be rectified.

Kane groaned loudly as the thickest part of the toy was forced into his tight ring, a bit of pre squirting into his speedo. He tensed up and tightened his fists, but could do nothing but give in as Rhys pushed the buttplug all the way in. It was the largest thing the otter had ever had in his bottom, and he could hardly say it was a comfortable feeling as his tailring tightened over the narrow base, holding it securely into place. Rhys patted the otter's ass and pulled the speedo back up on him. He turned his otter around and brushed the hair out of his eyes, looking at his face. The otter's face was scrunched up, a few tears streaking down from his eyes. Rhys almost felt bad for the little guy, but just shook his head and reached down the front of the otter's speedo to give his cock a firm squeeze.

"Don't worry," Rhys assured the otter, "You'll get very used to having things up your ass. By the time I'm done with you, in fact, you'll probably feel more uncomfortable WITHOUT anything there."

Kane whimpered as the wolf started to stroke at his length, unable to do anything to stop him with his arms bound over his head. Rhys wrapped an arm around the otter's body, pulling him in close and placing a paw on Kane's ass. He gave each cheek a tight squeeze before slipping a finger between the two, pressing the button on the otter's toy. Immediately it sprang to life, buzzing softly inside the otter's rear and making the boy jump. He whined and bit down on the gag in his mouth, pre squirting out onto Rhys's paw and into his speedo. Rhys murred softly and undid his belt, pushing his pants down to leave him in a pair of form-fitting boxers, tented out all the way. He turned Kane around again, pressing his hips against the otter's rear to give him a sample of what was to come.

"You know, Kane," Rhys moaned into the otter's ear, his breath smelling of coffee and just a faint hint of alcohol, "I've waited all semester for this. I knew you would be coming to my pool and I made sure you'd spend plenty of time there. Now I've got you for the whole winter break... though once it's up, you'll want nothing more than to the stay."

Kane whined and wriggled in his restraints as the wolf jerked him off in his speedo. He didn't believe that he'd actually want to stay, and was planning to make a break for it at his first opportunity. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the wolf behind him grinding his erection against his rear, pushing the vibrating toy further into him. It pressed on the otter's prostate, making him moan softly as the paw on his cock brought him to orgasm. He shot off his load into his speedo, a bit of his cum squirting through the spandex and onto the floor. The wolf grinned and nipped at the otter's neck, pulling his sticky paw out of the speedo. He pulled the gag out of the otter's mouth and pressed his paw against the teen's muzzle, growling into his ear.

"Clean your master's paw, boy," Rhys ordered, "But if I feel a hint of teeth, I will make you live to regret it."

Kane whimpered softly, wanting to protest, but after everything happening at once, he could do nothing but slowly slip his tongue out, licking at the paw on his muzzle. He shuddered at the taste of his own salty cum, but obediently licked the wolf's fur clean. Once done, Rhys patted Kane's muzzle and pulled the gag back over his mouth.

"Good boy." Rhys whispered into Kane's ear, pulling his speedo back up and tightening int drawstring. He unhooked the chains from the otter's manacles, letting him drop down into the wolf's arms. "But Master has to go take care of a few things. But I'll leave you down here so you can... adjust." he said, patting the otter's rear.

He linked the two manacles together behind the otter's back and took hold of his collar, leading him back to the small cage. The otter's length had slipped back into its sheath, but with the toy in his rear still buzzing, he knew that he'd be erect again soon. Kane shoved him inside and locked the cage up, then climbed back up the stairs, pausing at the door.

"I'm really looking forward to tomorrow." Rhys said with a wicked-looking grin as he turned off the lights, "Once you meet my boyfriend, we're going to have so much fun."


And that's it for now. What sordid things will happen to that poor otter? Spoiler Alert: he gon' get raep'd. Again, first thing I've written in ages, so don't be too brutal on my poor ego. Hopefully I'll manage to get a part 2 busted out soon.