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After about a week with Rhys and Figaro, Kane was beginning to settle in to his new routine. The pair had done away with their alarm clocks, instead giving Kane a wristwatch to sleep with that went off at their respective wake-up hour. Once it went off, the tawny-haired otter was required to slip under the bedsheets and awaken his master with a blowjob. Figs would always wake up first, needed to hurry to the college to help with coaching for the basketball team. Then he would wake up Rhys, who had a couple of times accidentally knotted the otter's muzzle while half-asleep. While it startled him the first time, he'd come to accept it as coming with the territory. At the very least, the wolf felt a little guilty about it the first time, prompting him to get the otter the wristwatch, replacing a buttplug with a timed vibration.

Kane was glad that Rhys woke up second. The wolf would at least take the time to shower him off and get him some simple breakfast, then let the otter watch some morning TV before heading off to run the pool. At first the two left Kane tied up while they were out of the house, but after adjusting the locks in the house to lock from the outside, they would leave the otter a list of chores to do each day. The otter's gut instinct was to pick up a phone and call for help, but it turned out that the two didn't even have a home line - just two cell phones that they kept on them at all times.

As time went on, Rhys and Figaro let up on enforcing their rules for the otter just a bit. Once they figured that he wasn't just going to spend all day shouting "let me go", they let Kane speak up a bit more. While the otter was usually too nervous - or had his mouth full with his master's cock - to be decent conversation, he appreciated being able to at least make some small talk. The nudity rule also became less enforced, but not quite in a way that Kane would have preferred.

Rhys had begun to take a liking to picking out various outfits for Kane to try on. In addition to grinding against the otter's speedobulge, the wolf liked to dress Kane up in women's panties, skimpy jockstraps, and other embarrassing undies. While these were mostly for Rhys's amusement, he would sometimes be asked to keep them on for when Figs came home. Figaro did not find the outfits quite so entertaining, and often did not waste any time in stripping the otter naked and forcing him to his knees. Despite the occasional pieces of underwear, Kane was kept naked most of the time.

At first, the otter found the experience of being kidnapped, molested, and raped by the swim coach and owner of the local pool to be traumatic and terrifying. However, once the initial shock wore off, Kane found himself settling into the new routine. His masters were definitely demanding, and made sure to frequently remind Kane of his bitch status, but he could hardly call them cruel or abusive. Whenever the otter stepped out of line, he was certainly punished, but usually by an open-palmed spanking followed by a particularly rough fucking. However, if the otter took his punishments well, or had behaved for the day, he would be rewarded with the occasional reach-around.

Kane took some time to learn how best to treat each of his masters, knowing that going along with their preferences would usually lead to being treated better that day. Rhys certainly like to get creative with various things to do to his pet, like dressing him in puppy gear and walking him around the back yard (which thankfully had enough tree cover to make the otter terrified of being seen, while leaving Rhys confident that he would not), fucking him in all sorts of places, and making him roleplay different scenarios. Kane felt silly at first meeting the wolf's demands, but Rhys was much more willing to be gentle and reciprocate to his pet. Figaro, on the other hand, was much more straightforward with Kane. He would often interrupt what the otter was doing to bend him over and ravage his tailhole with little warning, and almost always left the boy with a hard cock and strict orders not to touch it.

The slave life was demeaning to the otter, no doubt, but he found himself able to take some pleasure in it. For one thing, he no longer had to worry about awkward social interactions, or worry about how he was going to avoid going crazy from boredom. If anything, the only thing the otter really missed was swimming, but he knew that if he behaved himself, Figs would eventually take him out to a pool.

* * *

A phone rang in Coach Figaro's office. The cheetah had been overseeing the intersession practices for the school's basketball team, mostly in terms of strength and agility training. His office was in a separate building from the locker rooms, but the cheetah had a couple of cameras hidden behind one-way mirrors to properly enjoy the team's post-workout showers when he so desired. Today, though, he didn't even bother turning on his office TV - he had a perfectly willing otter to fill when he get home.

After stretching his arms over his head, Figs picked up the phone. Once he heard the voice on the other end, he grinned wickedly, reaching over to close and lock his office door.

"Well now, I trust you've heard mine and Rhys's news?"

"I have, and I must confess myself disappointed that you haven't invited me over yet to partake in his ass."

"Funny you should mention. Rhys was just telling me today that he thinks our little bitch is ready for a little... 'dinner party'. How's tomorrow work for you?"

"You know it does. And are you also going to invite our... mutual friend?"

"Oh god yes. I can't wait for that little slut to see just what sort of friends we have. He's been a good bitch, but I think meeting him will make sure he knows his place."

Figs hung up the phone and grinned, picking up his cell phone and firing off a few text messages. He then called Rhys, letting the wolf know about their plans, and to have their pet nice and ready for a party he would not soon forget.

* * *

Once again, Kane woke up his feline master by crawling under the bedsheets and lapping at the cheetah's sheath. The cat's length responded immediately, hardening quickly to allow Kane to properly lap and suckle on it. Figs purred softly as he otter's head on his shaft brought him to consciousness, reaching down and rubbing at his pet's ears. The cheetah came quickly into the otter's mouth, and slipped out of bed, patting the boy's rear.

"I was going to keep this a surprise..." Figs purred, pressing a finger against Kane's tailhole, "But tonight we're going to be having guests. I certainly hope you'll be on your best behavior."

Kane moaned softly as the cheetah teased at his tailhole, the otter's sheath swelling just a bit. However, the cat's words had a hint of menace to them, which threw the otter off just a bit. Before he could ask what Figs meant, the cheetah was off to the bathroom to shower and dress for the day. Kane quickly slipped back into his doggy bed and curled up, knowing he could nap for about another half hour before he had to wake up Rhys.

When Kane's watch started beeping again, the otter climbed up into the bed next to Rhys, resting his head of the wolf's stomach as he flicked his tongue over his sheath. He took his time on the wolf, slowly dragging his tongue over the canine's length as it hardened. Rhys murred softly as he woke up, glad to see the otter hard at work. He gave the otter's hip a light pat, and squeezed at his pet's length, slowly stroking him as he bobbed his head up and down along the wolf's shaft.

Rhys came hard into the otter's mouth, barely even having time for his knot to grow. He released Kane's length and stroked down his rear, pulling his pet in close. Kane whined a bit, as he didn't get to finish, and ground his hips against the wolf's side wantingly. Rhys just grinned and kissed the boy's forehead.

"Patience, my pet. You're going to have a fun time tonight, and I want you fully ready for everything. Meaning no touchies for you."

Kane folded his ears back and nodded meekly, resting his head on the wolf's chest.

"M-master Figaro..." Kane stammered groggily, "He said something about company coming over tonight?"

Rhys grinned and licked his lips, nodding as he pulled the otter up onto his stomach, letting his pet straddle him.

"Oh yes. Figs invited a couple of friends over." The wolf smiled and held onto Kane by his rear, "And they're both very excited to meet you."

Kane gave an audible gulp and nodded, sitting up in his master's lap with his pink length on display. The wolf grinned and petted down Kane's thighs.

"Don't worry, I've warned them all against hurting you. And I have a way to make sure you'll enjoy it plenty."

The wolf patted Kane's hips lightly, indicating for him to get off. The otter slid off and sat back down on his knees beside the bed. Rhys stretched and climbed out of bed, ruffling the boy's hair and unhooking his leash from the bedpost. He led the otter in to the bathroom on all fours, only letting him stand when they reached the shower. Rhys undid Kane's collar and set it aside, not wanting the leather to get ruined, and turned on the water. He climbed into the shower after Kane, making sure to stand between the otter and the door just in case. He wasn't worried about his pet making a break for it, but he felt it helped to remind the otter of his place.

Rhys used his kiwi-scented shampoo on the otter, soaping up his pet's arms and helping to clean the boy. Kane closed his eyes and relaxed into his master's arms as he was cleaned, enjoying the closeness under the hot water. When the wolf lifted up the otter's tail, he leaned forward against the wall of the shower, blushing as the remnants of the previous night's activities were scrubbed away. Kane thought that Rhys was spending a bit more time than usual making sure that the otter's bits and rear were cleaned, but he didn't particularly care - it was relaxing, and at least Rhys was gentle about it.

Once Kane was cleaned, he turned around and reciprocated, soaping up his webbed paws and helping to clean the wolf's body. Rhys took care of most of the work, but with the otter looking so adorable, dropping to his knees to scrub the wolf's legs, he gladly let the boy take over some. By the time the two hand finished, Kane's length had retreated back into his soft brown sheath. Rhys turned off the water and climbed out, first drying off Kane and placing his collar back around his neck before taking a hairdryer to his own fur.

"Go wait for me on the bed." Rhys instructed, knowing he would need a bit longer to dry off than the otter, "Lie on your back and place your towel over your head. I have a bit of a surprise for you."

"Yes sir." Kane said obediently as he dropped back down onto all fours, crawling out of the bathroom. Rhys smirked as the otter lifted his tail, thinking it was an intentional display of his ass.

After a few minutes, the wolf exited the bathroom, glad to see that his pet had obeyed instructions. The otter was on his back, legs splayed out in front of him, with his towel over his head to block his view. Kane's ears perked as he heard Rhys rummaging through his nightstand drawer, but he resisted the urge to sneak a peek. Rhys sat down on the bed beside Kane, and, without a word, affixed something tight and cold over the otter's sheath. Kane jumped a bit, but the wolf firmly placed a paw on the otter's chest for a moment, not wanting the boy to squirm and make the job harder. Kane shuddered as a cold band was wrapped around his nuts, and a small click locked everything in place.

Rhys pulled the towel away from Kane's face, letting the otter see what he'd done. Kane eeped as his stomach dropped, seeing a plastic chastity tube over his sheath, with a ring around his nuts to keep him from removing it easily. Rhys grinned and fondled the otter's sac, running his fingers over the silver tube that caged the boy's sheath. Kane gasped and instinctively raised his hips, but all he could feel was a soft pressure inside the tube.

"Wh-what's going on?" Kane pleaded, shuddering as the wolf's paw lightly stroked his nuts, "I-I thought I was being a good boy!"

"You have. And trust me, you'll appreciate this by the time the night's over."

Rhys rolled the otter onto his stomach, giving his bum a playful pat. He leaned over and reached back into his drawer, taking out a buttplug a size bigger than the one the otter was used to. He squirted a bit of lube into his paw and smeared it over the silicone toy, then lifted the otter's tail and pressed it into his well-used tailhole. The toy slid right in, only meeting resistance at its thickest part, then popped right into the boy's rear. Kane moaned and gripped at the bedsheets as his ass was invaded, humping at the mattress just a bit. However, with the cage over his sheath, he couldn't even get hard.

Rhys patted his pet's rear and stood up, helping the otter up to his feet. Kane stood, having to lean against the wolf's chest for a bit at first, still getting used to the size of the toy. He watched as the wolf got dressed, then dropped down to his knees to be walked over to the kitchen for breakfast. The wolf made some eggs and toast for the both of them, placing his own on a plate, and his pet's in his dog-dish on the floor. Kane sighed as he knelt down in front of his bowl, licking up the eggs as best he could, and chewing on the toast slowly. Once done, he walked back over to the wolf, resting against his legs like a good pet as he finished his breakfast.

Rhys stood and put his dishes in the sink, then helped the otter to his feet. Kane shuddered as the toy shifted inside him, feeling it press against his prostate. Rhys just chuckled and cupped the boy's sac, rolling his nuts between his fingers.

"I'll be going out for a few hours. I've got to pick up food for tonight, as well as some..." the wolf paused for a moment, thinking of how not to spoil the surprise for his pet, "... shall we say, 'formalwear' for you. I expect you to have the whole house nice and clean by the time I get back."

Kane gave a small nod as Rhys left for the day, and immediately set off to work on his chores. His pace was a bit slower than usual, as he had the constant distraction of the plug in his rear, and the frustration of not even being able to get hard. He was thankful it didn't vibrate, but the larger size than he was used to meant that it pressed right against his prostate every time he moved. The otter became much more aware of his every movement now, his nuts rubbing against his thighs as he walked, the muscles of his sphincter contracting as he leaned forward. Every time he walked by the couch, he had to resist the urge to grind futilely against the cushions. Kane made sure the entire house was clean, dishes washed, a few candles lit just for the heck of it.

After several hours, Rhys walked back through the front door. Kane's ears perked, and the otter immediately came out into the living room, dropping back down to his knees. Rhys grinned and patted the boy's head, setting a large bag down on the couch.

"Good to see you got everything cleaned up. Now, it's time to get you changed before Figs gets home and our guests arrive."

Rhys picked up his bag, clipped a leash back to Kane's collar, and led him into the bedroom. Once there, the wolf patted the bed and grinned.

"How about you bend over here so I can take that little toy out for you?"

Kane gave a wide grin and practically bolted to the bed, resting his chest on the mattress and lifting his tail for the wolf. Rhys grinned and stroked down the otter's back, pressing the toy in just a bit deeper before pulling it out nice and slow. Kane gave a loud moan as his tailhole was emptied, panting softly as he pressed his hips forward, wanting badly to rub his bits against something. Rhys grinned at the sight of the needy otter, placing his paw on the boy's ass and giving it a squeeze.

"Sorry, but the tube stays on." The wolf said softly, "We'll take it off before our guests arrive so you're nice and ready for them."

Kane whimpered a bit but nodded, turning around and sitting back on his knees, glad to at least not have the toy inside him anymore to tease him.

"So... you said you had some... formalwear for me, sir?" Kane asked, his eyes drifting over to the suspicious-looking bag. It didn't have any sort of logo on it, leaving its source a mystery. Rhys saw the otter's curiosity, and patted the boy's head.

"Oh yes. I had to guess on your sizes, but thank god for buckles, right?" the wolf said with an almost menacing grin as he produced the otter's (recently washed) speedo from the dresser. He tossed the speedo to Kane, who pulled it on slowly with a faint blush. Rhys walked back over to his pet and cupped the boy's bulge in his paws. Kane gasped and closed his eyes, moaning just a bit, his nuts slightly swollen and much more sensitive than normal. As the otter started to grind his hips forward into Rhys's paw, the wolf stepped back, moving over to the mystery bag.

Rhys pulled out what looked to be just a clump of leather straps, but after wrestling with the tangled mess for a minute, he unfolded it to reveal a leather bondage harness. The wolf grinned wide and knelt behind the otter, wrapping the straps around his pet's chest. Kane just blushed and held his arms out, letting his master buckle the straps of the harness around his back, making sure it only had just enough slack to give some forceful tugs on.

Rhys pulled Kane back to his feet and brought him to a mirror, letting the otter look at himself. Kane blushed deep red as the wolf stroked down his arms, resting his head on the otter's shoulder as he admired his pet.

"You look so adorable." Rhys said, kissing the otter on the neck, "I'm sure everyone's going to love you like that."

"I... I do kinda like it." Kane admitted, the faintest bit of a smile coming to his face.

Rhys grinned and gave the otter's rear a playful slap. Before he could do much more, though, he heard a car pulling into the driveway.

"Sounds like Figs is back." Rhys commented, causing the otter's smile to disappear, "Time to get you properly accessorized."

Kane gave a little nod and sat down on the bed, holding his paws out. Rhys smirked and took out the thick leather mitts for the otter, placing them over his webbed paws and tightening them up around his wrists. He then took out a muzzle and wrapped it around the otter's face, locking it securely in the back. He finished up by reaching into the boy's speedo and unlocking the chastity tube around the otter's sheath. As soon as the infernal device was removed, the otter's length sprang to full hardness, straining at the stretchy fabric of his speedo. As a little wet spot formed at the tip, Rhys clipped a leash to his collar and pulled the otter down, leading him out to the living room on all fours.

Figs grinned as he saw his lover bring their pet in dressed up so cutely. He reached down and petted the otter's head, smiling at the puppified pet.

"Well, I'm glad I trusted Rhys with getting you prepared. I was half worried I'd come home to you dressed in a diaper or schoolgirl outfit."

Kane blushed deep at Figs's comment, not saying anything in response as the cat took some grocery bags to the kitchen. The cheetah undressed to his fur and pulled on an apron, setting about preparing dinner without so much as demanding a blowjob from the otter.

While Figs busied himself in the kitchen, Rhys stripped down to his underwear, a red jock strap. He brought Kane into the living room and sat down, pulling the otter across his lap. He turned on the TV and watched with his pet for a bit, but as it grew closer to when their guests were expected to arrive, the wolf pulled down the back on Kane's speedo. The wolf pressed two fingers against the otter's tailhole, wriggling them in and spreading them apart, making sure the otter was adequately stretched. Kane moaned and whined loudly, but did his best to avoid rubbing his crotch against his master's legs.

After ten minutes, the doorbell rang. Rhys pulled his fingers out of the otter's ass, and helped his pet climb out of his lap. He pulled up Kane's speedo and led him to the front door, opening it and greeting the grinning badger.

"Hello there, Donovan." Rhys said, extending a paw to the badger, "Glad to see you could make it."

Donovan took Rhys's paw and shook it, stepping in and looking down at Kane. The badger was a bit on the short side, and wore a blue button-up shirt and black slacks, looking like he'd just come from some formal job. Kane looked up and mewed faintly, but could say nothing with the leather muzzle keeping his mouth shut.

"Glad to finally be working day shifts again." Don said, grinning menacingly at the otter, "And this must be the little cockslut I've heard so much about. I've been very anxious to meet him."

Kane's ears and tail drooped at being referred to so bluntly, and Rhys just rolled his eyes. The wolf led the badger inside, stopping to check on the status of dinner. As Figs and Don greeted each other and began to catch up, the doorbell rang again. Rhys led the otter back to the door on his knees, this time answering to a hyena. The new guest wore a white tank top and red basketball shorts, showing off his well-toned body, and towered over Rhys, making the wolf seem almost puny by comparison.

"And Troy, it's been far too long." Rhys said warmly. Kane hadn't noticed before, but the contrast offered by his master's greeting for the hyena made it seem like the wolf was slightly less excited to see the badger than he'd let on. Troy the hyena smiled at the otter and patted his head lightly.

"Yes, good to see you again, Rhys. And it's excellent to meet you, little otter."

The hyena seemed a lot nicer than Kane would have expected on of Figs's friends to be. The canine didn't seem to be as harsh as the badger, at least, and he appreciated not being referred to as "cocksucker" or "slut" right off the bat.

Rhys led the two into the living room, where Donovan had already taken the liberty of stripping down to a pair of white, bikini-cut briefs, which did a great job of outlining the badger's sheath and balls. He was relaxed on the couch, watching TV absently as Figaro finished up in the kitchen. Troy pulled off his shirt and slid his shorts down to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes, leaving him in just a pair of skintight athletic shorts. He sat down next to Don, with Rhys sitting down on the other side. Kane took his place at their feet, letting the three pet and grope him as they saw fit.

Don took the otter's leash and pulled up, bringing the boy to his feet. He pressed a paw against Kane's sheath and growled approvingly as the otter's sheath sprang to life. He started to stroke up and down through the otter's speedo, but was interrupted by Rhys.

"Careful now," the wolf said, "Don't want him to blow early. Not before the real fun begins."

Don chuckled and returned his paw. Before he could make a snarky comment, Figs knocked on the wall by the living room.

"Hey, dinner's ready. Come get it quick so we can... get to dessert." the cheetah said with a grin, licking his lips in anticipation.

The four all went into the kitchen, Don still holding onto the leash tightly and keeping the otter close. Figs had heated up some canned beef stew for the otter, which he poured into his doggy dish. The otter ate next to the table, on all fours like normal. For everyone else, Figs had seared some store-brand steaks. It was hardly fancy-steakhouse caliber, but for the four predators, it was plenty good.

Once dinner was finished, Figs collected everyone's plates and Kane's bowl and brought them to the sink. He took the otter's leash from Don and brought him back into the living room, where he untied his apron, leaving him nude in front of everyone. The other three followed the cheetah, pulling up chairs and sitting around the otter.

"Well, if I might be so bold," Don said with a grin, pulling down the front of his undies to show the otter his sheath, "I think I could use some priming."

Rhys chuckled a bit and reached over to unbuckle Kane's muzzle, freeing his maw. The otter panted a bit and flexed his jaws before padding over to the badger. He nervously looked up at Don, then lowered his head onto the badger's beige sheath. He lifted his hips and tail, exposing his backside as he cautiously lapped at Don's bits. As the otter worked, Figs and Troy were already stroking themselves a bit, the hyena pulling his length out through the fly of his lycra shorts.

Figs stood up, moving over to the otter. Rather than pulling down his pet's speedo, he extended a claw and sliced open a hole in the back, then pressed his fingertip against the otter's tailhole. Kane shuddered and mewed, taking Don's length into his maw and lapping at it. Troy grinned and slid out of his chair, kneeling behind Kane and pressing his black cocktip into the hole in the boy's swimsuit against his tailhole. Troy murred softly and pressed into the otter, eliciting a gasp from the bitch on the floor. Rhys and Figs smirked at each other, watching their two friends spitroasting the otter. As Troy humped in and out of the otter, Don held onto the boy's ears, keeping his head down on his cock. Rhys and Figs pulled up their chairs next to the badger and stood up.

"Alright, Don, how about you share?" Figs said, patting the badger's shoulder. The badger smirked and stood up, the otter keeping his head on the cock before him. Figs and Rhys pushed their hips forward toward Kane's muzzle, prompting him to pull his mouth off the badger and alternate between tonguing at Rhys and Figs. The cheetah purred loudly, leaning in to kiss his partner's lips lightly as the hyena thrust in and out of the otter's ass. Before his knot fully formed, Troy pulled out of the otter, patting his ass playfully.

"I think it's time for Don to have a turn, don't you?" Troy said, standing up. He walked over to the kitchen to clean his length off, having something in store. Don grinned and started to walk behind Kane, but was stopped by Figs.

"Oh, I have a much better idea." Figs said, sitting over on the couch and patting his thighs, calling Kane over like a dog.

Kane blushed and padded over, a bit wobbly with the mitts over his paws. He climbed up next to Figs, who pulled the otter's torn speedo down and off his legs, leaving his hard length throbbing in the air with a bead of pre leaking out. Figs pulled Kane into his lap, lifting the otter's hips and pulling the boy down onto his length. Kane moaned loudly and closed his eyes, thankful that the cheetah was at least a bit narrower than Troy. Figs held Kane's hips down firmly, looking over the otter's shoulder to wink at Don.

"Rhys did a good job prepping this ass," Figs said with an excited grin, "I think there's plenty of room for one more."

Kane eeped and cringed a bit as the cheetah suggested taking another cock under his tail. The badger grinned and stood up, pulling his skimpy underwear all the way off and sitting on Figs's legs behind Kane. The otter blushed and shuddered as Don lifted up his tail and scooted in close, wrapping his arms around his chest. "Hehe... hope you're ready, bitch."

Troy and Rhys sat on either side of Figs as Don pressed his hips in close. Figs lifted Kane up just a bit on his length and the shorter badger pressed his shaft and nuts against the cheetah's. The badger pressed his hips up as Figs lowered the otter back down, watching the otter moan loudly as the extra cock stretched his tailhole wide. Kane bit down on his tongue and flexed his toes, his fingers curling tightly in his mitts, while the cheetah and badger started to thrust upward into his rear.

Rhys murred and rested his head on his lover's head, wrapping his paw around Kane's hard length. The otter mewed as his master started to stroke his pent-up cock, having to lie back against Don. Kane felt like he was about to be split in two on the two cocks inside him, but as Rhys stroked him off, he started to push his hips up and down with the motions of the wolf's paw. The otter was leaking pre all over the wolf's paw, but he was too focused on the cheetah and badger on either side of him to fully enjoy it.

Troy, getting bored with just sitting and jerking off, climbed up and stood on the couch, pressing his flared tip against the otter's lips. Kane mewed a bit and looked up at the hyena, then placed his maw over the jet-black cock, bringing his head back and forth on the hyena's thick length. The three all forced their hips forward into the otter, making sure to fuck him from every angle they could.

As everyone ravaged the otter's body simultaneously, Don started to get carried away. He bucked his hips up into the otter's ass faster and faster, causing the pet to wince around Troy's length. Rhys noticed the otter's pained expression and tapped the badger on the shoulder, trying to suggest he slow down and take it easier. When the badger didn't respond, however, he nudged Figs, mumbling into his ear that it was maybe time to let Kane off. Rather than relieve the otter, Figs just growled and sped up, trying to match Don.

Donovan panted and growled, reaching down to grip at Kane's bits. He roughly pushed Rhys's paw out of the way and squeezed Kane's package tightly, eliciting a pained yelp from the otter. Rhys backed up and stood up, shaking Don's shoulder to get him to stop. The badger just growled and pushed the wolf back, squeezing and twisting at Kane's nuts and length.

"Fuck off, mutt," Don growled, opening his eyes to glare at the wolf, "Go jerk off in the corner if you're not into-"

The badger's sentence was cut off by Rhys's paw connecting with his head, the wolf striking him hard with his palm. Don yelped and growled, pulling out of the otter and climbing out of Figs's lap. He tried to look threatening to Rhys, but the wolf was nearly a foot and a half taller than the badger, and must have outweighed him by a considerable amount - rather than looking menacing, the badger was about as threatening as a hobbit trying to fight a troll on his own. The badger realized this and, rather than saying something stupid, went over to collect his clothes, angrily getting dressed.

Troy saw what was happening and thought it best to pull out of the otter's mouth. Kane panted and gasped once his maw was emptied, groaning and reaching down to feebly rub at his abused nuts. Figs, however, continued to thrust his hips up into the otter, feeling himself drawing too close to just stop.

"If you're not going to respect our pet," Rhys said firmly, pointing to the front door, "You can just get the fuck out of our house. You may be Figs's best friend, but I won't allow you to hurt my otter."

Don looked over to Figs, hoping for his friend to back him up, but the cheetah was mid-climax, growling loudly as he filled the otter's tailhole. Troy just looked away from Don, knowing that getting dragged in would just end badly for him. By the time Figs came back to his senses, Don was already halfway out the door. The cheetah huffed and pulled Kane out of his lap, grabbed a long overcoat, and chased Don down As the two argued outside, Rhys came back over and wrapped his arms around Kane, hugging him tightly to himself. Troy pulled his shorts back on and approached Kane, ears lowered.

"Hey man, I'm sorry." The hyena said to Kane with a blush, "I didn't realize they were going so rough on you."

Rhys looked up at Troy and shook his head. "Not your fault. I'm going to have to have a hell of a talk with Figs. And as for Don..." the wolf just growled and shook his head, holding the quivering otter protectively.

Kane perked his ears when he heard a car start in the driveway. Rhys let go of Kane to go look out to the driveway. Kane followed on all fours, not wanting to be away from the protection of his master. Both Don's car was absent from the curb, and Figs was nowhere to be seen. Rhys just rolled his eyes and pulled the curtains shut, going back into the living room, followed closely by Kane.

"They're both gone." Rhys said, sitting down and pulling the otter up into his lap, "Probably a good thing. I really don't think I'd have anything good to say to either of them right now."

Troy nodded a bit and went to collect his basketball shorts, but was interrupted by a mew from Kane.

"Y-you're going?" the otter asked, looking up at the hyena "But... I didn't really get to finish you."

Rhys looked down at his pet, a bit surprised at what sounded like an offer from Kane if he'd ever heard one. Troy gave the otter an equally surprised look, but dropped his shorts and sat back down beside the otter.

"Well, I mean... if you're sure. I wouldn't want to push anything on you after that." Troy said cautiously, looking up to Rhys to make sure that he wasn't crossing any lines.

"You didn't do anything wrong. And you were at least decent about it." Kane said before Rhys could respond, moving over and nuzzling into the bulge in Troy's spandex athletic shorts "Besides, Master still needs to finish me, and I'd really like to finish what I'd started."

Rhys smiled and patted Kane's rear, murring softly as the hyena pulled his shorts back down, still a bit hard. Rhys grinned and reached down, jerking off his pet as he placed his muzzle over Troy's cock again. Kane lifted his hips and tail, giving Rhys room to work his length as he dragged his broad tongue over the hyena's throbbing malehood. The otter's head was swimming, his rear still a bit sore, but for now, he wanted to at least finish getting Troy off.

As Kane's head bobbed up and down, dragging his tongue and lips along the shaft, he moaned loudly. Each time Rhys squeezed his length, a squirt of pre shot out. The otter's swollen nuts were practically pulsing, but the abuse to them had set him back just a bit from cumming. Troy, however, had been very well warmed up by the otter, and did not take long at all to shoot his hot, thick load into Kane's maw. Kane moaned and mewed around the 'yena, slowly pulling his head off and licking his length clean. Troy murred and patted Kane's head, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"That was good, little otter," the hyena whispered with a grin, "Now I just hope you have as much fun."

Troy looked up at Rhys and winked. The wolf winked back and pulled Kane upright in his lap. Kane eeped as he was pulled in close, but this time the otter's turgid length was pressed up against Rhys's, his nuts pressed against the thick canine knot. Rhys moaned loudly and gripped his and Kane's lengths together in his paw, sliding up and down along the two and rubbing them together.

Kane gasped and moaned at the sensation, realizing that his master was practically treating him as an equal. He pushed his hips forward, lightly humping the wolf's paw and rubbing against him. After being pent up and teased for so long, Kane's climax hit him like a freight train. The otter threw back his head and moaned loudly as he came harder than he ever had in his life. Ropes of his cum splattered against the wolf's chest, much to the amusement of the canine.

Once the otter came, Rhys didn't bother to continue stroking himself off. He scooped Kane up in his arms, his pet panting heavily and shaking from his climax, and carried him into the bedroom. He laid the otter down on the bed this time and stroked his paw over the boy's chest. The wolf was glad that his pet was still at least willing to please after what had happen to him. He only worried about what would happen when Figs got home. Things were not going to be pretty after this.