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"Goddamn this heat!" Jon groans, panting hard as his body bakes in his room. The saber-tooth otter's body lay splayed out over the bed, half naked in nothing but blue boxer-briefs and a coating of sweat that could sink a ship. The merciless sun was saturating the earth in its blistering heat, forcing most furs to take shelter in their A.C filled homes or head out to find water of any kind. Jon, however, was stuck at home with a busted A.C, his car out in front baking like an oven and the otter being fairly lazy today and choosing home over the beach or pool. As such, Jon was inches away from catching fire in his own home even half naked as is.

Finally he could take no more, the skinny man sitting up and sliding off the bed, "Fuck it" he mutters out as he rubs an odd fang grumpily, he needed to cool off, now. Without putting much thought into it Jon makes his way out the simple door to the balcony, stepping out into the hot summer air, closing the door behind him. Jon sighs as the breeze caresses over his slender form, instantly cooling his scorched fur. Despite the heat it was a pretty nice day, no clouds, no dust, just the breeze and sun and the giggling of a young tiger girl from down below. Jon's eyes snap open at the giggle, looking down and seeing not only the youngster, but also a few other furs smirking and waving at him, "Nice undies, dude!" a wolf shouts. The otter's face glows brighter than the sun above, his rudder bending down and up between his legs shyly. After giving a bashful chuckle to his audience the embarrassed otter goes to the door and pulls, a click makes his heart sink, the door was locked!

"Shit, shit, shit!" Jon curses, his cheeks flushed under his fur. The young male jiggles the knob door with one hand while the other was down covering the front of his boxer-briefs, hiding the bulge from view while his tail covered his ass. With one more desperate yank he tries to jostle the lock open, with much the same results, the door held fast against the otter. Jon whimpers, backing away from the door, "Fuck, open damn you!" he mutters, giving a kick to the door. The gathering down below took notice, "Holy shit, is he locked out?!" the wolf shouts, holding his gut as he bellows out a laugh.

Jon looks back over the crowd, hunched over and a face redder than a beet. The otter shivers as the wind blows over his sweaty form, the sun's heat adding to the fire in his cheeks.

The otter scans the area around the balcony for a way down, all the while unintentionally presenting a shaking ass to the gathering below. Things did not look good for the man, he was high on the second story, jumping down was out of the question, and he didn't have any sort of awning or garden vine fence he could climb down, all he had was a bushy tree below him. Jon's eyes widen, of course! He could easily jump to the small tree and be safe from the fall, and below the tree were some bushes as well! He grins, this was perfect, land in the tree, drop to the bush, and run like hell back into the house. What could go wrong?

Carefully Jon leans over the side, looking down at the small tree, gulping back his fear, "Come on man, its...not that far" he reasons. The crowd watches intently, most giddy, some laughing, and the wolf sporting a large tent in his shorts. With shaking hands he clutches the railing, easing his leg over, giving his watchers a show of his clothed taint and ball bulge. "Ok...ok you can do this, Jon" the otter mutters to himself, hanging off the side of the deck, aiming himself towards the tree. He takes a gulp before he tenses up and leaps away, attempting to spin around and grapple the tree. He would have made it if for not one little mistake, he misjudged the strength of the branches. "Shit!" he shouts as the handful of foliage snaps and tears in his hand, causing him to flail about as he falls through the tree, tumbling and spinning, dropping off from the tree head first into the bush below. Thankfully he was able to brace his hands on the ground and save his skull, yet now he was upside down with a leg still hanging up off the tree while the other was flopped down over the bush along with his tail.

"Ffuuck" Jon groans, rubbing his face. He takes a look around, his vision filled with the blurry image of leaves and twigs and the dirt above his head. He was upside down and stable for now. The otter tries wiggling himself free, reaching out and grabbing a branch to pull himself loose. The wind blows out and caresses his lower half, the man shivering as the warm air tickles his junk..."Oh fuck!" he gasps, coming to the horrible realization that his underwear had come off during the fall! A wayward branch managed to snag the waistband and with the momentum of his fall the twig easily yanked his boxer-briefs right off. Thankfully not all the way since his left leg was now held up high by the tangled undies, showing off his ass and bits to the slowly approaching crowd.

First was the wolf who got the best look, "Whoa, look at that ass" he grins, staring right at the presented puckered hole, taking in every last detail. Strong, muscled paws grip Jon's free leg and pull it to the side, his other hand reaching down and spreading the ass cheeks with his fingers, "Oh yea, nice tight hole he's got."

"H-hey!" Jon shouts, blushing brightly under the bush. This day was getting worse and worse for the poor otter, first he got locked out and now he was exposed to his neighbors! Jon tries kicking his leg free from the wolf, yet the grip was too strong and he only manages to flounder about and making his cock and balls flop around before the others, "Knock it off!"

The wolf lets out a teasing bark, "Hey Greg, give me a hand here" he says to the nearby bear. The grizzly rumbles and thuds on over, his meaty hands taking the free leg and even Jon's rudder tightly, holding them back to prevent any funny business from the otter. With the leg and tail out of the way the wolf goes back to the ass hole, planting both paws on the cheeks and spreading them out wide. He leans in slightly and blows a gust of air over the hole, sending the otter into a squirming fit, "What the fuck man?!" Jon growls. Despite his protests the wolf continued to spread and grope the cheeks, even slipping a finger down and touching the hole itself.

"I wanna see!" the tiger kitten shouts, hoping up and down excitedly.

"Heh, come on over then" the wolf chuckles, taking his finger out and spreading the cheeks wide. The little tigress runs up, planting her hands on the otter ass and peeking down, "Whoaaa" she gasps, "I can see his butt hole!" Everyone couldn't help but laugh at the energetic cub, aside from Jon of course, whom whimpers softly, his cheeks burning from the utterly degrading abuse he was going through. Everyone could see his privates and his hole, as well that they were touching it and poking it. But the one thing that made it all worse was the fact that his penis was starting to harden up from all the attention to his hole, "Fuck, no, no, no" he begs, but it was no use, in moments he was rock hard before the stunned crowd, "He's getting off on this?" the wolf says in surprise. The group merely stares at the throbbing rod before them, many smirking, "Well, let's not disappoint him!" the wolf calls, "Say, why don't you poke and touch his butt?" he asks the tiger.

Her eyes light up, "R-really?!" she smiles. At the wolf's nod she squeaks and gets closer to his butt. The kitten giggles loudly, "I can see it! Its...weird, it's all wrinkly like grandpa's cheeks!" she calls, drawing more laughter from the crowd. That piercing, taunting laughter bores into Jon's head, pounding him with humiliation. Jon tries to wiggle free, but the bear and wolf's grasp on his legs and tail were too strong, if only he could slip his remaining leg out of his underwear then he would be free, "Stop looking at my ass!" he shouts at them.

"Oh calm down, we just want to see it, and play with it" the wolf barks back. Jon would then feel a sharp sting rocket up his spine as the wolf slaps at his balls, "HEY!" the saber-tooth otter growls, the slap also having the effect of causing his cock to heave up and spurt a little pre down onto his belly. Jon pants, the attention to his butt was making him rather horny, as evident by the throbbing member leaking pre over his gut.

"Can I touch it?" the little kitten asks.

"Well sure!" the wolf replies, spreading the cheeks out for her. Feminine giggles reach his ear as the other girls and guys watch the show, to them it was far better than cooking inside watching T.V. Jon yelps once the little fingers reach in and poke at the puckered hole, her soft, young fur caressing over every wrinkle, "Whoa" she says softly, eyes wide in amazement that she was touching a real butt hole! That's when an idea struck her, "Hey, think we could put things in there?" she asks to Jon's horror. The otter could do nothing but sit there as the wolf rummaged through his pocket, "Let's see...ah here we go" he says, pulling out a thick marker for the girl.

The kitten's eyes light up as she grabs it, "Thank you, sir!" she calls, flipping the pen over to aim the smooth end towards Jon., grinning wide. Jon yelps at the touch of the pen, feeling that hard plastic push past his clenching hole, "S-stop!" he shouts.

"Oh quit your yapping, she's just curious is all" the wolf smirks, pinching Jon's sac a little. That was then Jon felt soft, slender fingers wrap around his cock, "Big guy isn't he?" a female raccoon giggles. Slowly her hand pumps back and forth, gliding over the hard meat, caressing over the veins and feeling his heart beat through every throb of the organ. Jon winces, thrashing his tail as best he could, "D-don't touch my junk!" he yells. The stress was getting to him, his poor mind sparking in humiliation, tearing up now, and feeling utterly helpless to the assault. He just wanted to leave, to go home and sulk in his room.

The coon paid his stress no mind as she strokes the thick cock up and down slowly, her thumb rubbing over the gland and leaking slit, "Oh man, I think he's close, look at all the pre he's making" she says, speeding the stroking up with the aid of the pre. Because of all the previous attention to his ass and balls Jon was already nearing his end, the pen going in and out of his hole drove him wild despite the utter humiliation he was facing. Jon starts panting hard, the pen rubbing and poking his insides, even bumping his prostate at times. Anymore of this abuse and he would be in a world of embarrassment, he HAD to hold that orgasm off, even as his balls tightened up close to his body.

The wolf watches those balls churn and clench, ready to spew out the mighty load of life giving seed. He knew the otter was trying to hold back, trying to preserve at least SOME of his dignity. The wolf wasn't about to let that happen, at all. With the combination of the stroking hand and the pumping pen he would eventually shoot all over himself, but may take a few minutes too long for the wolf. Instead he reaches down, smirking evilly as he gives those balls a firm love tap.

That did it, the simple, if rough little slap to the nuts was the straw that broke the back. With a stuttering gasp and a harsh jerk of his hips Jon finally could take no more, his cock heaving up and releasing its load past the coon's hand. The thick, salty semen spurts out in globs that land on his chest and face, coating his muzzle in white. "F-fuuuck..." Jon sighs, panting hard while riding the afterglow.

"He fucking came!" the wolf barks, holding his gut as he laughs. The raccoon girl lets go of him, giggling loudly while the little tiger kitten backs up, "Whoa, what's all the white stuff?" she says innocently, the adults too preoccupied to answer.

Jon whimpers, the hot cum soaking into his fur, "God damn it" he mutters, wanting nothing more than to crawl under a rock. When it seemed like he was to get a second round of torment his leg suddenly slipped free of the tangled boxer-briefs, galling down over the bush. He was free, the bear having let go of his other limbs during his own laughing fit. With both legs free Jon plants his hands on the ground and pushes, his ass falling back and his upper half flipping out of the bush, landing hard on the grass and exposing his cum covered chest and face to the crowd. They could do nothing but chortle at him, pointing and jeering at his messy state. Quickly he crawls to his feet and, while covering his softening bits with his hands bolts for the front door, pen still hanging out of his hole. After he slams the door shut his undies float gently down to the ground, landing over the tiger kitten's head like a towel.