# Free Use Otter Wall

There was a bright flash, leaving behind a bright spot right in the center of his vision. He blinked a few times and tried to see the picture being shown to him.

"I look like a big dork, could I get a redo?" The purple otter said with a frown.

The gray wolf next to him rubbed his back "You are a dork." He said, "It's your fault for doing the v finger thing." Hunter teased him shoving the fingers in his face then rubbing his belly. The perks of being his boyfriend meant that Hunter always knew how to calm him down, and make him moan, and just turn into a horny mess. How dare he take advantage.

The photographer bear chuckled. A moment later, the dorky picture of Myst showed up on a screen nearby. The cum in his fur, the too big smile, the victory fingers. He didn't like looking at himself. It was up there, right above a hole in the wall. The one he said he wanted to be in.

"That all look right?" The bear asked.

"Yup, yup, and yup." Hunter replied. "Oh, you can put he loves pee."

"You don't have to tell everyone that…" the otter said clutching the wolf.

"I absolutely do." The gray wolf said, scuffing up his cummy head fur. "Just stop worrying and your gonna have a great time."

Myst groans. Looking around the room, other furs were getting strapped into similar holes. It really shouldn't scare him. He likes this stuff, but nerves happen. He nods, letting go of the wolf and figuring out how he was supposed to lay.

With the wolf's help, and casual groping, he laid the otter down, and slid him back on the bench behind the wall until it was lined up with his lower belly. There was a nice click sound and his tail felt heavier. Next, Hunter scrunched up his legs. As he looked down, it looked like he was squatting with his legs apart. His feetpaws actually went behind the wall and through different holes. As far as the otter could follow, his tailhole, and cock were there, out for everyone to see and so were his feetpaws. Another two clicks confirmed it, they were both locked in too. Between his legs the wolf blew him a kiss and a heavy cloth dropped. He couldn't see out at all now. He was left in the gloomy darkness. His butt exposed to the elements and nervous for what happened next. From here on out, it was anything goes. All he had to do was enjoy.

He laid back put his arms by his side and closed his eyes. Was that still Hunter? He didn't think they had left and he felt someone breathing on his tailhole. Whoever it was began to lick it. Myst focused on it and moaned softly. He got himself into the mindset. He wasn't seeing what was going on, and that was a good thing. He couldn't really move much anyway. He couldn't wiggle his bottom half much. Really he only had his paws free. It was enjoyable, but then with a slap of his cheek, Hunter left, if it had been him. The paws of someone else came up and he was being fondles by them. Lube poured down his crotch, and without much warning a thick something shoved itself into him. What kind of cock? if it was a cock he didn't know.

Whoever it was, they were fondling—No, squeezing his balls. He wriggles, and got up on his elbows, but he couldn't get away. He yelled, and that yelling turned into a moan. It was that deep good hurt that was fun, and although a shock at first, he was accepting his fate. Deeper into his acceptance. He was enjoying this.

"Wriggly are we?" Someone said behind him. Distracted by being fucked and the pain, and now the pleasure from his cock being toyed with, he couldn't focus enough to see much. A cock slapped onto his face. He yelped and the guy just continued to talk. "Ya, you look like you need to be tied up."

Strong clawed paws grabbed his paws and held them above his head. Again, some satisfying clicks happened and his arms were locked in restraints. Finally getting a good look at the now naked photographer, he nervously smiled. The moment was lost though as whoever was fucking him just kept going.

The bear turned around and all he could see was a big hairy ass in his face. "Something's missing… Hmm" They said as they rummaged around the room. They came back with a rimseat and placed it over the otter. Satisfied he took a seat and the otter's face pressed in-between hairy cheeks. If anything brought him into the free use mindset it was this. He eagerly licked away. The taste and warms spread through him. He couldn't tell where his joy ended and the ponding against his tail hole began.

Now that he thought about it, the feeling in his tailhole was different. He probably missed something. Might be a different furr now? The point was, something was making him feel good down there and he had a tailhole to lick. All was well.

After a long time to get used to it, he was disappointed that the bear stood up. He turned around and a golden stream landed in his slack jawed mouth. The otter wriggled and accidentally gulped. His face got soaked, and he wanted more. In addition to the deep short strokes in his gut someone was fonding his feet paws. It had never done much for him but in combination with everything he enjoyed it. The best though had to be that the bear just kept pissing. He couldn't swallow all that he was able to catch in his maw even. Hopefully someone go back to touching his peen? If they did it might explode.

The otter shook his head from the excess piss. The bear was gone and a long smooth tail was descending on him. He gladly rimmed this new ass. He didn't need to ask questions. Enjoy and rim. That's what his goals were.

Oh, that was a surprise. He licked harder and he tasted the large load of salty cum slip out onto his tongue. He drank it all down just as easily as the bear's piss and kept worshiping that tailhole.

He felt the throbbing of the cock inside him. A large load, like the one he had just eaten. The cock slipped out and a different one slapped against his cheeks. Someone stroked his cock a bit, as they teased with a pointy tip at his hole.

The fur he had been rimming had a nice white fur. He only saw it now as they adjusted and shoved their dick into his mouth. The perky butt hovering above the rimseat they bounced their cock into his maw. He wasn't complaining, if they wanted to use him, use him.

Ya, he could get used to this. As his cock was rubbed, Myst realized even that wasn't his goal. He was just there to be used, and that was the true joy. He wasn't sure what made him cum right then. It was kind of the collective fun of everything really. What he did know was this right now was the perfect moment. That cock that had been teasing him pushed deeper, and someone else came to be rimmed. Perfect.

After that dick finished inside him, he felt it pissing. Ok, now that was a perfect moment.