Preamble
The full moon shone in the middle of the clear summer sky, brightening the world below with pale, evanescent light. It was warm even though it was now well into the night, which made the still air terribly sticky and thick, as if it had real physical texture. The scent of flowers mingled with the salty scent of the ocean, giving the air additional depth and density. Crickets chirped in the distance, and that was the only sound to disturb the flat stillness of that sultry early August night.
Little Emìl strained his ear to try to see if his parents had finally fallen asleep. They had returned late from yet another evening spent dancing and drinking in the cocktail bar of the luxury resort where they had been staying for several days. Completely exhausted and drunk, crooning between alcoholic sobs an old song unknown to him that told of who knows what love story, they had instantly filled their bungalow with the acrid stench of sweat, and of the alcohol they had drunk and the vague whiff of their perfumes. Unable to pick up anything but their heavy breathing to disturb the nighttime silence, the young red-haired kitten rejoiced. He had spent the day playing with the resort's other guest kittens, between entertainers and playful activities but, nevertheless, he was not tired at all; on the contrary, he was as lively as if he had just woken up. He crossed the open space of the bungalow with a placid step and alert ears, reaching in a few leaps the glass door that overlooked the outdoor terrace bordered by small flower bushes.




First part
He cautiously turned the handle, taking care not to make any noise, even though he knew that his parents, drunk as they were, would be unlikely to hear any sound. He sneaked open the door and quickly slipped outside, breathing in deeply the thick scent of the night. He walked the few meters to the terrace and arrived at the driveway leading to the resort; he was tense and thrilled, for this would be his first solo adventure. Free, with no one to supervise him or tell him what he could and could not do. The sense of freedom and transgression that pervaded him excited him even more, making the shiny reddish fur on his back stand up. So he walked at a snappy, brisk pace in the direction of the resort's pool, with every intention of taking a swim in it to get rid of the mugginess oppressing him. An enthusiastic big smile slowly spread across his sweet little face and big green eyes made sparkling by the adrenaline he was feeling for the first time in his nine years of life. The latter made him feel like never before that moment, strong, swaggering, and courageous. It did not take him long to arrive near the pool. Their quarters were only a few hundred meters away, which it took him a few minutes to walk, given the brisk gait imposed on him by the euphoria overwhelming him. The pool was not far from the end of the dance floor, in the center of which was located the cocktail bar where his parents so loved to spend their evenings reveling. It was round in shape, very large and graced with vases of tropical flowers and lanterns along the edge. In addition, the various multicolored spotlights placed at the bottom shone, making the water glow in a mix of colors in the night darkness. The moon mirrored in it, vain, surely certain of its intangible beauty. The diving board lured him with the sweet promise of the coolness of the water into which he would plunge. Suddenly a clink of bottles brushing against each other caught his attention. He turned his gaze in the opposite direction and saw that the bar was still open and, although devoid of clientele, there was a man behind the counter intent on twirling several bottles in the air. Curiosity quickly took over the heat that bedeviled him.  
Emìl jounced joyfully toward the bar, eager to understand why the fellow was juggling bottles. He could in no way imagine that he would be hopelessly enraptured by the sinuous and coordinated twirls that the same, so skillfully handled, performed. He stopped a few feet from the counter and stood there, entranced. With his little mouth open in amazement and his eyes dreamy he attentively followed the spectacle that was on offer, exclusive to him alone, a little further on.




Second part
He was intent on rehearsing a newly invented choreography, extremely focused on every smallest movement of his body to bring to life a new spectacle made up of bottles of alcohol that drew dynamic shapes in the air, expertly maneuvered and thrown by him. One of the three bottles was thrown upward with a slight flexion of the wrist and swirled whirling around on its way up, only to be caught deftly as it fell back down. With a firm snap of his arm, the bartender flipped it over to pour the exact amount of clear Rhum needed for his workhorse, the Tiki Zombie, into the Hanaka Mug inspired by a Polynesian animal deity. Spinning around with unsuspected agility he made two more bottles dance in the air, then deftly grabbed them and made a double pour. Slightly fatigued, Dirk finished his favorite cocktail and mentally reviewed the new choreography. Otter was thrilled; he had been a professional bartender for many years but kept inventing new shows to make his cocktails. He loved his job very much and that bar was his very own personal kingdom. The kiosk was made of fine South African eucalyptus wood, round in shape and exotic in style. The overhanging coconut palm leaf canopy sheltered the many daily patrons from the scorching sun. The shelves, ordered almost maniacally, with bottles divided on the various shelves according to content, boasted an uncommon assortment of spirits. Other shelves, equally neat, showed off glasses and stemware of all shapes and workmanship, impeccably clean and shiny, among which his foreign-made Indonesian ceramic Tiki glasses stood out. Dirk left nothing to chance, ever. He took a sip of the freshly mixed cocktail and smacked his lips in satisfaction. He was definitely tipsy that night, as he had been every night since he had been in that job. The light blue Hawaiian shirt he wore was open, leaving his protruding belly exposed, hinting at his penchant for alcohol. There was no lack of a garland of colorful flowers entwined around the neck, exotic bracelets on the wrists, and lastly, just the red swim briefs covering her decidedly swollen pubis. The carefully smoothed brown hair gave him a special charm that turned the heads of many of the ladies who frequented his cocktail bar during the resort's dance nights. Dirk looked up from his creation and saw a little boy gazing raptly at him, clapping his little hands enthusiastically in praise of his display. He smiled smugly at that unexpected sight, looked around noticing how the whole resort was asleep then exclaimed, "Come and sit at the counter my little friend, I would like your opinion on the result!" Little Emìl hesitated, suddenly less confident about what to do he lowered his gaze, uncertain. "I bet you'd like to taste it," urged the otter. The kitten immediately felt reassured by those words and walked briskly to the bar. Dirk's hypnotic tricks were tried and tested, and this special power was his favorite treat that had brought him many joys over the years. He did not know where that power came from; it had always been a part of him since he was a puppy. He realized this as a child, when, insisting with all his mental strength, he would force his little friends to do exactly what he wanted them to do, whatever it was. Over the years he had simply learned to use it to its fullest potential, to use it to his advantage, by studying dozens of books on hypnosis. That evening was perfect and that adventurous puppy happened to be at just the right time; Dirk shuddered at the mere thought of that young and still innocent flesh. He made the puppy drink the cocktail not before making it sweet enough for that immature palate, watching the baby drink with a lust that would be hard to mask.
The baby grasped in his little hands the large glass with features that resembled an animal (he could not have said which one) at once intrigued and fearful. He wanted to drink it at all costs, he wanted to please the gentleman who was so kind and affable. He took the straw between trembling lips and took a long sip. The fruity-aroma liquid filled his mouth and flowed down his esophagus, he felt himself burning his inner walls as the Rhum passed through, despite the fact that the cocktail had been sweetened by the otter shortly before. An incredible sense of warmth spread from his stomach, ascending to his mouth. Little Emìl made a grimace he could not hold back and teared up, feeling himself burning from the inside out. 
Slightly frightened he looked at his new friend who reassured him, "It only happens the first time, it's okay, drink it all little one and I bet you will love it." The puppy, unable to refuse, took another long sip. Then two, then three. Tearing and sweating profusely from the severe burning that gripped his insides. Slowly, as if by magic, the burning ceased, giving way to a pleasant feeling of lightness and euphoria. He felt light-headed, his body as if it were weightless and his thoughts free, enthusiasm enveloped him like an invisible cloak, and he began to laugh and sob loudly. The otter watched him attentively, with a satisfied grin on his muzzle and the vacant, dreamy expression of one already anticipating a long-awaited moment. Emìl sobbed after he drank, already almost completely drunk, "What a...what a...beautiful...HICK...feeling...HICK...it's so...HICK...strange." Dirk laughed heartily as he drained another beer and suddenly had a powerful erection that was hindered by his too-tight briefs, causing him to moan in pain. "Can I have....HICK...one more....HICK...please...? That was really...HICK...good!" squeaked the budding little drinker, and the man couldn't hold back a smug laugh, "Of course you can, little one,your friend will take care of you...in fact, you know what? I'll make two, one for you and one for me, and we'll go drink them poolside, how's that?" Emìl clapped his little hands in a rush of enthusiasm and sigh happily, "Yes, please....HICK....I'd love to...HICK...even take a bath...HICK." Dirk said nothing more, smiled slyly in spite of the pain caused by the overbearing erection that had assailed him causing his hair to stand on end, and turned to get the bottles from the shelf, enjoying it all with a thrill of pleasure and anticipating even more what was to come.




Third part
The kitten swung his head ecstatically, sitting at the bar counter, watching in growing wonder at the graceful twirls his new friend was making of the bottles, which, to his childlike eyes appeared as if they had a life of their own. A trickle of saliva escaped from his little mouth left open by the amazement with which he followed each movement of the dancing bottles. The otter finished the two cocktails, aware of how he had completely bewitched his little guest, grinning under his mustache. He handed one to the child, who cautiously grabbed it. The glass was large and heavy and his coordination was already impaired by the enormous amount of alcohol he had ingested with the first drink. Dirk was no joke when it came to making drinks. He swayed slightly to counteract the weight of the glass that seemed unbearable to him, setting it down on the counter laughing, it was so funny the feelings he had! "So...now...HICK...can I take a bath...HICK...? It's so hot....HICK" he sobbed, amused by his own sobbing. Dirk exhibited his best smile "Of course little one, let's go, I'm very hot too you know." They headed for the nearby pool, the adult carrying the drinks and the puppy lurching and sobbing with each step. Emìl drank long sips with his little legs left dangling in the water, the sense of warmth increasing as the Rhum went down into his stomach. His head spun and his eyes saw blurry, doubling or even tripling what came into his field of vision. The otter pressed on after the little one had finished drinking, complaining of the unbearable heat that was tormenting him, "I bet if you undress completely to bathe you'll feel better right away! I'll help you, don't worry." The kitten nodded, sobbing, "All right...HICK...it's too hot...HICK." Dirk made him lift his swinging arms and slipped off the T-shirt, shivering at the contact with his baby fur. Neither noticed the greedy eyes watching them not far away, the kitten too drunk and the adult too caught up in the moment. 
Hidden in the darkness of the night less than ten meters away in the opposite direction, someone was watching the scene with growing excitement. The resort's janitor, Jack, a frumpy old monkey with black hair now grizzled, watched the picture covered by a tall flowering bush that bordered the outermost side of the pool. He had been working there for a few years as a handyman janitor; over the years he had always been accustomed to the bottle, the favorite of his many vices. He was on his way back to his quarters after making his nightly rounds at the resort's private beach when he had heard Dirk's voice and, thinking of a free drink, had headed for the bar. 
What he glimpsed arriving looked far more interesting than any drink, reasoning that he staked out the spot most out of reach but from which he could enjoy an excellent view, impatiently awaiting the developments of the duo not far away. He was now old, that was true, but as he grew older his impulses had not waned at all. He grinned excitedly as he watched the otter undressing the slender little boy by the pool, languidly beginning to unbutton his shorts.




Fourth part
Slowly undressing the cub, the otter stroked its slender, warm little body as it was shot through with increasingly intense discharges of pleasure. He admired the smooth, soft fur, filling his eyes with that childlike, dry, petite physique in front of him. He slipped off his shorts and finally the white cotton briefs remained the only obstacle separating him from what he so ardently desired to see. He took them off quickly, now in the throes of uncontainable lust, as the little one sobbed and gulped down what was left of the drink. With each of the kitten's sobs, the adult's cock sent a loud, painful throb in response. He gazed raptly at Emìl's infantile prick, lying on the small glabrous scrotum, the glans barely sticking out, covered almost entirely by the foreskin. At that sight his dick sent increasingly insistent and painful pulsating discharges, tightly compressed by his briefs. "I bet you'd like to learn a new game, wouldn't you, little one?" urged the otter. The kitten looked up at him with wide, glistening eyes and a curious expression painted on his little face. "Of course he does...HICK...what game?...HICK" heard the adult in reply. In reply, Dirk took the puppy's little hand guiding it and commanded him to grab his little cock. Suddenly Emìl felt upset and uncertain, not understanding what was going on nor why he was making that strange request, he stuttered, "But...HICK...I don't have to pee...HICK...now." Dirk laughed good-naturedly, "Of course not little darling, I want to teach you a very fun game. I bet you'll love it, okay? Look, I'll show you how it's done." He finally lowered his red bathing briefs, which had been causing him discomfort and pain for too long. Accompanied by an intense sigh of relief his mighty erection leaped out as if driven by a spring. A fully erect, long, thick cock of remarkable size, with bluish veins raised under the skin of the shaft, swollen with blood and with the glans purplish and throbbing, made its majestic appearance under his prominent belly. The otter took it in his hand and began to slowly jerk off, inviting the kitten to do the same, repeating the usual phrase that triggered hypnosis: "I bet by doing this, like me, you will see the stars very closely my little friend, I can assure you."
From behind the bush not far from them, the old janitor groaned mad with excitement. His cock, wrinkled and edged with white hairs, was erect and clenched in the right hand that was urging him on, sawing him up and down at an ever-increasing pace. His forehead beaded with sweat and his mouth opened, his flushed eyes fixed on the scene before him. Spasms of pleasure coursed through him with each movement of his hand, his cock throbbing hard, watching Dirk intent on jerking off the huge prick and the child attempting to replicate on his young cock what he saw the other doing. 
Emìl grabbed the still limp little dick in his little hand, as his friend next to him showed him, and awkwardly took to jerking off, imitating the adult. He felt vaguely insecure and guilty, like when he was up to mischief and Mom found out. Following Dirk's advice, he slowly became more familiar with the movement of his little hand and suddenly his little phallus stiffened, making him feel a surprising sensation he had never experienced before. His little snake had become bigger and strangely hard, and plunging with his hand now gave him that wonderful new thrill that he enjoyed so much. He let himself slide backward, back to the floor, closing his little eyes. Groaning and sobbing softly, he began to jerk off with more energy, enjoying himself for the first time in his life. His head was spinning from the alcohol and his physical sensations had never been so intense. The otter seeing the cub's cock stiffen had a convulsive spasm of pleasure that forced him to stop, groaning, otherwise, he would have cum instantly, at the splendid sight of the sobbing kitten frantically jerking his immature hard, turgid appendage. He locked the kitten's little arm, who blinked, puzzled by the interruption. 
The adult smiled pantingly and accompanied Emìl's little hand on his overbearingly erect and swollen cock, taking the immature throbbing prick in his own. He began to masturbate the initially surprised and confused pup, who, after a few expert movements of Dirk's hand, began to pant and sob louder and louder. The cub's little paw struggled to keep its grip on such a large prick, so he clenched the little fist tighter, plunging up and down with all the strength he had. The otter enjoyed enormously watching his own hand wrapped around the little boy's now very hard little dick, watching him squirm in pleasure and in turn admiring rapturously the infant's little hand squeezing and sawing his throbbing prick as hard as he could. The pleasure became more intense with each movement of that delicate little innocent hand. The breathless puppy, totally overwhelmed by that tide of new and powerful sensations, enjoyed spasms that shook his little body, lying on the floor as he sawed off the huge cock of the adult who in turn was panting lying beside him.




Fifth part
His mouth was abruptly opened wide by the otter's one free hand, which ordered him to hold it open and not to stop. In an instant, he found his throat filled with alcohol and greedily gobbled down the contents of the second glass that was poured directly between his small open lips. The liquid flowed down his esophagus burning, a small portion ended up in his larynx and caused excessive coughing mixed with hiccups. The alcohol so quickly ingested amplified his sensations out of all proportion, and the little one began to sob almost uninterruptedly, breaking into moans of pleasure. That was a symphony for the otter, the excitement peaked so high that he was afraid of losing consciousness. That childish, continuous sobbing robbed him of any remnant of reason and he began to moan convulsively. Lying on his back, soaked in alcohol and sweat, the kitty was overpowered by that mad whirlwind of sensations. His prick was being sawed off by the otter in a crescendo of intensity that seemed to have no end to which he responded by moaning, pinned to the floor, dripping with sweat. 
With lust-filled wide eyes fixed on the scene, old Jack watched vigorously sawing off his cock, not blinking so as not to miss a single moment of what was happening. He felt his insides quiver from intense heat in his lower abdomen, his muscles twitching spasmodically at the arrival of the copious cumshot that stunned him. He cum while continuing to jerk himself off in cadenced spurts, sighing softly, his eyes rolled back and his mouth open, panting from the effort. Depleted of energy after the paralyzing orgasm he had just experienced, he slumped to the ground, his cock in his hand covered with boiling semen, still writhing. 
By the poolside, the puppy gasped in enjoyment, now dazed from too much alcohol ingested, his mind completely clouded. His nerves vibrated as he took in that excessive physical pleasure, by which he was further thunderstruck. Dirk took to masturbating him with increasing eagerness, sawing off that very hard little prick with quick expert movements. The kitten's small glans, flushed and swollen, throbbed intensely under the touch of his skillful hands. Finally, a violent spasm shook his little body, an intense and all-encompassing sensation was suddenly the only one that overpowered the others. The kitten stiffened by contracting his muscles, moaning louder in the grip of that deafening pleasure. He felt as if he would explode when a squirt of clear cum departed from his taut and turgid scrotum, spraying from his horny prick. He was overwhelmed by that immense pleasure he had never experienced before, shaking convulsively as he squirted the first orgasm of his young life. The otter licked away from the cub's chest that acerbic squirt with a vague salty taste, mad with excitement. He positioned himself astride the kitten still shaken by small spasms following ejaculation. He took both of Emìl's tiny hands and clasped them around his stiff, taut prick, the large veins pulsing under his skin and his heart pumping to the max, his glans purple and swollen, his scrotum full of hot cum. He fucked the puppy's tiny hands tight on the huge shaft, covering and uncovering the glans with his foreskin, looking longingly at the infant body lying beneath him. He felt the orgasm coming with unstoppable and indescribable power, deep pulsations shook him, and the contractions of his muscles became intense and spasmodic. He aimed his turgid prick at the stunned, sobbing puppy's little face, and tipped his head back as he released a mammoth amount of hot, thick cum. 
The orgasm wracked him, clouding everything else with its colossal intensity. Deep moans and violent pulsations shook his body, full-bodied spurts of semen crashed onto the puppy's little face, dripped into the open, sobbing mouth, flooding his entire little face. When even the last drop of semen was splashed on the little one, Dirk sighed deeply in satisfaction. He had to stop and catch his breath a few moments; he was exhausted, so intense had been his orgasm. He slowly got up again with what little energy he had left, smugly admiring the baby's little face looking back at him, stunned but still in respiratory spasms, and covered with congealed semen. He crouched beside the little one grinning, whispering in his ear, "I bet you'll remember everything tomorrow, my sweet little friend, but you'll never say anything." Dirk left nothing up to chance, ever.