Kane had never slept so badly in his life. Then again, he’d also never been kidnapped, molested, and forced to sleep with a vibrating buttplug under his tail, so he supposed he should be grateful for whatever sleep he got. With no light in the basement where he was kept, he had no idea how long he’d been down there. Hours? Most of the day? What time was it, even?
The brown otter tossed and turned uncomfortably, gasping a bit every time his movements made the toy in his tailhole shift. The damned thing had buzzed relentlessly all night, and he’d been woken up several times from cumming into his speedo. He groaned a bit, the only bit of clothing he had being covered in his own cum, which would make for a very uncomfortable feeling once it all dried. With his paws bound behind his back, however, he could do little more than accept the toy’s uninterrupted assault on his prostate.
Dried tears matted the fur on Kane’s face as he contemplated what his fate would be. While he was kept tied up downstairs, he knew that an escape would be nearly impossible. He’d tried struggling against the bars of his cage, but they refused to bend or break for him. He wondered why Rhys was doing this to him – he’d trusted the wolf and thought he was his friend, but now it seemed he was just after his ass the whole time. And with the current state of things, Kane knew there was nothing to stop him.
Kane had moved to the city for college from his small mountain town, expecting his “big shot” status to carry over. However, he quickly learned that even though he was one of his school’s top swimmers, everyone trying out for the swim team was their school’s top swimmer. The otter thought he’d done well, and had pleaded with the swim coach to give him a chance, but it was to no avail. He thought he’d lucked out when the coach directed him to a local pool, and told him the owner was a nice guy who’d help him out, but… well, that obviously was a lie.
Kane hoped that somebody would notice he was missing, that his parents would call to check up on him and notice he never picked up, but in the back of his mind, he knew it wouldn’t happen. Ever since his parents found his secret porn stash on his computer, including a few videos of him using a small dildo on himself, their relationship had been rather strained. They still gave him access to his college fund for expenses, but beyond that they had not spoken once since Kane moved out. As for friends, Kane had been so intimidated by his new settings that he had kept to himself for the most part, with very little socializing beyond going from classes to the pool and back to his apartment. The only people who ever called him were team members on group projects, who no longer had any obligation to even remember his first name. As far as Kane could tell, he was stuck in this house with Rhys.
Just as Kane started to realize how hungry he was, the basement door swung open and the light turned on. Kane groaned at the sudden light and shifted in his cage to sit up as much as he could, wincing as the toy was pushed around in his tailhole. Kane was dressed in a nice dress shirt, which he unbuttoned as he came down the stairs. He held a black bag in his paw, which he withdrew a leash from then set on top of the cage.
“Time for my otterpup to get some feedings.” The wolf said with a grin, admiring his new pet, “If you promise to be a good boy, I’ll let you up into the house to eat. Otherwise I can just pass you your food into that cage.”
Kane whimpered a bit, still gagged from the night before. As much as he hated the idea of what the wolf was suggesting, he knew that a chance to get out of that cage and stretch his legs would be heaven. He nodded weakly and shuffled over as best he could to the front of his cage, waiting for Rhys to unlock it. The wolf knelt down and opened up the cage, reaching in and grabbing the otter by his collar to help pull him out.
Kane struggled to his feet, his knees shaking. He groaned a bit as he stretched his legs for the first time in what felt like forever, still needing to lean on his master for support. Rhys attached the leash to the otter’s collar and held it securely as he reached down to press a paw against the front of the otter’s speedo. Kane shuddered and moaned, a fresh spot of cum on the front. The wolf just grinned as he pulled down his pet’s speedo, leaving the sleek otter completely naked in front of him. He removed the tiny swimsuit and balled it up, standing back up to remove the otter’s gag. Before Kane could say anything, Rhys stuffed the swimsuit into his maw, giving him the taste of sweat, cum, and spandex.
“Don’t worry,” the wolf reassured him as he lightly caressed his sheath, “You’ll be ungagged soon enough. You can just consider this… the appetizer?”
Rhys chuckled at his joke as he turned the otter around. He pushed the boy over and stroked his paws down the teen’s rear, lightly pressing at the toy.
“And I see this thing did its job.” The wolf said as he pressed the button to make it stop buzzing. Once he felt it stop, Kane gave a small moan of relief, only to gasps and wince as the wolf tugged it out of his tailhole. The otter felt a quick pain as the thickest part was removed, then moaned as the toy slid out, leaving him feeling oddly hollow. Kane pressed his finger against the otter’s tailhole, murring a bit as it gave much less resistance this time, “You seem like you’ll be much easier to fuck… wouldn’t want to hurt you your first time.”
The otter had a pair of leather mittens wrapped around his paws and tucked into his manacles, which were unhooked. Rhys gave Kane a few moments to stretch his arms and legs before tightening his grip on the leash and tugging down.
“Now, I’ll have you on all fours, my little pup.” Rhys said, ruffling the otter’s tan hair, “You’re going to be a good puppy, and that means walking like one.”
Kane whimpered and looked up at Rhys with pleading eyes, silently begging to be released as he dropped to his paws and knees. He squeezed his eyes shut as the wolf began to lead him to the staircase. He wobbled a bit at first, trying to get his balance as he walked on all fours with the wolf, trying to keep as much distance from him as the leash would allow. Rhys led the otter up the wooden steps and into a brightly lit hallway.
The wolf’s house was well-kempt, either slightly small for a suburban home or slightly large for a city house. The walls were painted an off-white color, and the carpets were white with brown flecks. It seemed a perfectly innocent domestic scene, the sort that Kane would expect to see several furs gathered around to watch a football game, rather than have a nude otter being led around on a leash. Kane was given little time to look around at his surroundings as he was led into an ample kitchen. The otter started to move toward the table, but was given a sharp tug on his leash to bring him to where two dog bowls sat.
Rhys leaned down and gave the otter’s bottom a light pat as he reached for a cereal box. He poured a good amount of cereal into one of the doggie dishes, and emptied a bottled water into the other. He kept a firm grip on the otter’s leash and nudged him with his foot.
“Eat up,” the wolf encouraged him, “It’s not exactly a seafood dinner, but the menu here is whatever the fuck I give you.”
Kane looked up at his master and whimpered a bit, reaching up and clumsily trying to lift some cereal out of the bowl with his mitted paws. This only got him a jerk on his leash from the wolf standing over him.
“You know exactly what I expect you to do.” Rhys scolded as he reached down and yanked the speedo out of the otter’s mouth, “You’ll eat like a good puppy, and I won’t hear a word out of you.”
The otter folded his ears back and opened his mouth to protest, but saw Rhys tighten his grip on the speedo gag and thought better of it. He lowered his head and whimpered, sticking out his tongue and eating out of the bowl face-first. Despite having  just been molested and had a vibrating toy shoved up his ass, he’d never felt so humiliated and degraded in his life. He started to sit down on his knees, but a quick slap to his ass brought his bum right back up.
Kane sniffled a bit and kept his eyes closed as he ate the dry cereal, pausing every few bites to lower his head into the water dish. The cereal was bland and grainy, but the otter knew that he might not be fed again for a while. He devoured every piece in the bowl, and lapped up every drop of water. Once done, he looked up at Rhys, who gave his leash a tug to lead him into the living room.
The wolf’s living room was nicely furnished, with a large flatscreen TV mounted to the wall and a couch facing it. As Rhys sat down on the couch, Kane nervously tried to follow suit. He was quickly shoved down onto his knees on the floor on front of the wolf. He placed his mitted paws over his sheath, trying to maintain whatever modesty he could. Rhys chuckled as he looked down at his puppified otter, licking his lips in anticipation.
“Now,” the wolf addressed his pet, “My boyfriend will be back soon, so let’s go over the ground rules for here.”
The otter quivered in front of the wolf, keeping his head down and his round ears folded back. The wolf gave his leash a quick jerk, bringing his attention back up.
“The first rule should be obvious,” the wolf began, “No talking unless prompted to by myself or my boyfriend. Secondly, you are to refer to us only as ‘Master’, and ‘Sir’. Do you understand so far?”
Kane whimpered and nodded, but Rhys was not satisfied by that response. He gave his leash a yank, causing the otter to yelp.
“Y-yes sir…” the otter acknowledged weakly, his tail curling around his knees.
“Good.” The wolf said with a nod, pulling on the leash to bring his otter in closer, “Third, no clothes for you. Naturally, we’ll make exceptions to this when we want you to look pretty for us, but the standing rule is that you remain naked.”
Kane considered making a smartass comment about whether his collar counted as clothes, but decided that provoking the wolf would be a bad idea, so he simply nodded and uttered another weak “Yes sir.”
“Rule number four – and there will be a quiz on these – you are our bitch.” Rhys said firmly, pulling the otter’s head down onto his knees to accentuate the point, “Keep reminding yourself of that, say it to yourself five times before going to bed, come up with a cute song about it, whatever it takes to get that through your head.”
Kane cringed at that last rule, biting his lower lip nervously, but with the wolf’s paw securely wrapped around the leash, there was little the otter could do by nod obediently.
“Good. Rule #5 is another obvious one. If you try to run or escape from here, you’ll live to regret it.” The wolf looked down at the otter threateningly, “I WILL track you down, and when I do, you’ll be in a world of pain. You won’t leave that basement again, and your body will just be our little plaything. If you behave, we’ll at least take care of you.”
Kane whimpered softly and nodded again. The threat was ambiguous, but he’d seen Hostel and didn’t exactly want to picture himself in that situation.
“Now,” Rhys placed a paw on Kane’s head and stroked his fingers through the otter’s hair, “Just so we’re on the same page, I want you to repeat those back to me.”
Kane shuddered and flicked his ears nervously, but made no effort to resist his master’s paw. Besides the obvious, he had to admit to himself that the wolf had not been excessively cruel to him.
“N-no talking…” the otter said meekly, fighting back tears, “Address you as ‘Master’… no clothes…”
The otter’s knees quivered as he listed off his master’s rules, making him have to lean against the wolf’s legs for support.
“I… I’m a…” he winced a bit, having to force himself to repeat Rule #4, “I’m a bitch… and no running…”
Kane looked up at his master, who smiled approvingly and stroked over the otter’s muzzle.
“Very good boy.” Rhys affirmed. He reached a paw down to his jeans and undid his belt, followed by his button and zipper, “We still have a little time before my man gets back, so how about you put that muzzle of yours to work for your master?”
Everything in Kane's mine was shouting at him to get up and run like hell, but try as he might, the signal just wouldn't go to his legs. He watched helplessly as the wolf pushed his jeans and shorts down to his knees, exposing his fluffy gray sheath. Rhys cupped his heavy-looking nuts in his paw, showing them off to his pet who sat there fixated on the pink cocktip that was starting to poke out of the wolf's sheath. Rhys grinned and patted the otter's muzzle affectionately.
“Come on now, don't be shy.” the wolf said encouragingly, giving the otter enough slack on the leash to reach him, “You'll be spending a lot of time with this cock, so get to know it well.”
Kane whined as he slowly lifted his hips, sliding over to the wolf's sheath. He blushed deep red as his nose lightly brushed against his master's crotch. He expected an overwhelming smell, but it seemed that the wolf had recently showered, leaving a faint kiwi scent. He nervously stuck out his tongue, giving a tentative lick. Rhys gave an approving nod and placed his paw on the otter’s head, ruffling his hair.
Kane shuddered a bit, licking a few more times at the wolf’s sheath. He’d never sucked a dick before, but he’d seen enough porn to have an idea of how it was done. The otter shifted forward, running his tongue over his master’s cocktip. The wolf’s length quickly reacted, swelling out of its furred sheath against the otter’s face. Kane lifted his arms up and rested them on either side of the wolf’s legs, dragging his tongue up along Rhys’s warm length.
Rhys moaned with approval, rubbing one of the otter’s ears between his fingers. He reclined in his chair and spread his legs a bit, giving the otter plenty of room to work. Kane gave a small mew, shifting and leaning his head down to lightly tongue at the wolf’s nuts. They certainly had some weight to them, the otter noticed as his nose rubbed against the firm pink flesh in front of him. As he turned his attention back to Rhys’s shaft, the otter was rewarded with a bead of pre on the wolf’s flared tip.
As Kane continued to lap cautiously around Rhys’s shaft, the wolf gripped his pet’s hair, pushing his head more firmly against the sizable organ.
“Come on now,” Rhys encouraged, releasing his pet’s hair, “I wanna see what that muzzle of yours is really capable of.”
Kane gave a small whine, but complied with his master’s command. He wrapped his lips around the warm, almost pulsing cock and flicked his tongue over the tip. Holding on to the wolf’s hips as best he could with his mitts, he pressed his lips together and started to bob his head up and down slowly. Rhys gave a satisfied moan and pushed his hips up a bit, hoping the otter would pick up on it and start going faster.
Kane moaned just a bit around his master’s cock, starting to get into the flow of bobbing his head on the firm length. As the paw on his head stroked his ear, he couldn’t help but enjoy it just a bit, his own sheath starting to swell up just a bit. As he dragged his tongue along the wolf’s length, he didn’t even hear the front door open.
“Well, then, wuff,” a voice whose familiarity made Kane jump said, “I see you’re already breaking in the new fucktoy.”
Rhys’s paw on his head kept Kane from lifting his head up from the canine cock in his mouth, but the otter’s eyes shot open to see none other than the swim coach standing in the entryway to the living room.
“I say, Coach Figaro,” Rhys said sardonically, rolling his eyes as he rubbed the otter’s head and patted the top of his muzzle, “Your eloquence and mastery of language never fails to amaze me. Our little pet here was just demonstrating his talent. And I’d say he gets a Pass from me.”
Figaro, or Figs as most of the athletic department called the cheetah, walked over and placed a paw on Kane’s rear, stroking down the cheek and pressing a finger against the otter’s tailhole. He gave an approving nod and unbuckled his belt to let his pants drop, lightly fingering the pet.
“I see you already got him nice and stretched, too.” Figs said, nodding and looking up to Rhys, whose eyes were closed as he kept the otter’s head down on his length, “Though I am quite curious about that muzzle that you seem to be enjoying so much.”
Rhys thought for a moment, and then nodded. He released Kane’s head and patted him lightly. The otter lifted his head and coughed a few times, panting a bit to catch his breath. He looked up to Figs and opened his mouth, but the cheetah’s hard glance at him was a firm enough reminder of Rule Number 1. He folded his ears back as the lean cat chuckled, kicking his pants away to leave him only in a black jock. The cheetah stepped over to Rhys and placed his lips on the wolf’s, kissing him affectionately over the otter. Kane just whined softly, biting his lower lip as he wondered just how long the two had been in on this together.
Once the two broke their kiss, Rhys sat up and pulled up on the otter’s collar. He encouraged Kane to his feet and lightly patted his swollen sheath.
“Seems our pet’s enjoying himself,” Rhys cooed, “And after preparing his ass so well, I’m excited to give it a try.”
Figs took Kane by the shoulders and turned him around. The cheetah was a good six inches taller than Kane, having to reach down a bit to cup his nuts in his paw. Figs pushed his jock down a bit, already a bit hard from watching his new pet going down on his lover. The cheetah lifted up the otter’s chin a bit, looking down at his eyes with a grin, then pushed him down into the wolf’s lap.
“Now how about you take a seat on my wolf’s cock,” Figs ordered, “And put that muzzle to work on me. I had a shitty day, and could use a good sucking.”
Rhys rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around the otter’s waist, pulling his back so that his rear pressed against his firm wolfhood.
“Geez, Figs. Just because you always hang around the kids who got in solely on sports scholarships doesn’t mean you have to talk like you’ve never gotten more than a 2.0 in your life.” Rhys sighed and stroked down the otter’s chest, rubbing at his pecs before reaching down to give his sheath a little squeeze, eliciting a squeak from his pet, “Our little otter’s been a good pup, and doesn’t seem like he’s going to give is any problems. Isn’t that right?”
Kane folder his ears back and shook his head, hardening just a bit as the wolf pressed his hips up against the otter’s ass. “N-no, sir.”
Figs huffed and wrapped a paw around the back on Kane’s head, pulling him into his crotch. The cheetah had just gotten home, and had obviously not taken the time to shower beforehand. As Kane nosed at the cat’s length, Rhys patted the otter’s bum, asking him to lift it just a bit for him. Feeling defeated, Kane lifted his hips just a bit, allowing the wolf to position his cocktip under his tailhole. He then wrapped his paws back around the otter’s waist, pulling him down slowly onto his length with a loud murr.
Kane yelped a bit in pain as the wolf penetrated him, but the sharp pain in his tailhole subsided quickly thanks to having been stretched by the toy earlier. The otter squirmed a bit in the wolf’s lap, shuddering as he was lowered down to Rhys’s growing knot. Figs grinned as he watched Kane’s face contort, pressing his muzzle against his barbed length. The otter shuddered and flexed his webbed toes as his tail pressed against the wolf. 
As Figs grew impatient and kept pressing his cock against the otter’s muzzle, he started to growl, gripping him by his hair firmly. The otter let out a surprised bark and started to lick at the cock in front of him. It tasted different from Rhys’s, and was longer but narrower than the wolf’s malehood buried under his tail. He let his tongue flick over the feline’s barbs, which was met with a small purr of approval.
“Not bad… but how about you quit pussyfooting around and take it properly?” the cheetah purred out as he gripped the otter by his ears and pushed his head down onto his length. Kane immediately gagged a bit as he was abruptly forced to deepthroat the cat. His tongue pressed up against the underside of the feline cock as he felt the barbs brush against the back of his throat.
Just as Kane was starting to adjust to the cock in his maw, the wolf below him started to thrust upward, straining the otter’s tailhole against his knot. Kane couldn’t help but moan as the wolf’s flared tip jabbed at his prostate. The otter was starting to grow hard, but was too busy worrying about his masters penetrating him from both ends. He wrapped his tongue around Figs’s length and tried to suckle on it as best as he could.
For what felt like hours to Kane, the cheetah and wolf ravaged their pet. Each time Rhys bucked his hips forward, he stretched the otter’s tailhole just a bit more. Figs kept a firm grip on Kane’s head, but after a while it grew unnecessary as the otter kept his maw down on his own. Once he felt Kane’s gag reflex subside, the cheetah started to bring his hips forward and back, humping into his pet’s face while the wolf gripped the otter by his hips and forced him down onto his knot one last time, forcing the entire thing in.
Kane gave a loud moan around Fig’s length, squeezing his eyes shut. His own cock was rock-hard, but even if the mitts on his paws kept him from touching himself, the last thing he wanted those two to see was him stroking himself. As Rhys continued to push his hips up in quick short movements, the wolf gave a loud moan and squeezed the otter’s hips. He leaned up and bit down on the otter’s neck lightly as he started to shoot off ropes of his hot seed, filling his pet’s ass with his spoo. He murred loudly, bringing his paws up and holding his pet by his chest, continuing to nibble at the otter’s neck gently.
Seeing his lover cum inside the otter was more than enough to send Figs over the edge. He thrusted forward several more times, then forced the otter’s head down onto his length. He shot his load down the otter’s throat, then slowly pulled his hips back, letting Kane get a good taste of his feline master’s cock.
Kane panted loudly, coughing a bit and shaking. He weakly tried to get up off the wolf’s lap, but that only served to provoke a moan as he tugged on Rhys’s knot. Figs grinned and pulled his jock back up, tucking his still-hard length under the waistband. He stroked Kane’s head down his cheek, purring softly.
“If it’s any consolation,” the cat said softly, his demeanor seeming to grow a bit more relaxed than before, “I didn’t keep you from the swim team just for this. But if you’re a good boy, next year you’ll find a spot for you on my team.”
It wasn’t any consolation. Kane just whimpered, placing his mitted paws over his length. His paws were brushed away, however, by Rhy’s, who started to just very lightly stroke his finger up and down along the otter’s firm length, just enough to make him twitch.
“Are you sure you can do that?” The wolf asked, cocking his head to the side as he teased his pet, “Do you really want to let someone on the team just because you’re fucking him? It’s not like people won’t find out.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong.” Figs said with a grin, leaning down and placing a small kiss on Kane’s nose, making him shudder, “Once I feel comfortable taking you out, I’ll personally make sure you swim laps around everyone else at that school, and any other school. How does that sound?”
Kane whimpered a bit, but perked his ears at the cat’s offer. He knew that things were bad for him, and that everything he knew said he was wrong. However, as Rhys lightly fondled his bare sac, he had to admit that it was a hell of a lot better than just going from his apartment to the pool every day. Even though actually getting on the swim team seemed a distant priority, it was what he’d moved away from home to college to do.
“Yes sir.” Kane said, forcing a faint smile to his face.
Figs gave a small smile, patting the otter’s head and sitting down on the couch next to his lover. The cat purred as he placed a paw on the otter’s bare rear, stroking along the curves of his hip. Rhys chuckled and leaned over to place a kiss on the cheetah’s lips, lifting Kane’s hips up to pull him off his receding knot. Kane yelped as the knot popped free of his abused tailhole, slumping back down into his master’s lap. The otter panted softly as Rhys undid his manacles, freeing his webbed paws from the leather mitts.
“Now,” the wolf said, stroking down Kane’s thighs as his partner continued to knead at his rear, “If you promise you’ll be good, we’ll let you sleep upstairs with us. I’m sure that’s much better than your cage downstairs, right?”
Kane felt his cheeks burning as he flicked his ears nervously. As much as the thought of spending a night anywhere near the wolf and cheetah mortified him, he knew that a bed would at least be better than a tiny cage in the dark. As soon as he gave the slightest hint of a nod, the wolf stood up, dumping the otter off of his lap. He started to stand up, but remembered his earlier lesson and slowly sulked back down to his knees, eliciting an amused laugh from Figs.
“I see you’ve already got the little bitch trained. Either you’ve gotten really good at this, or the little cocksucker likes it.”
It took all Kane had to not growl at his would-be swim coach, but with the cat’s belt still within close reach, he knew that it would have been futile. His knees shook a bit as he was led down the hallway, his rear still stinging from the toy’s all-night assault and the wolf’s thick cock. When they got to the bedroom door, he started to feel relief at the prospect of sleeping in a bed, but once it opened, his hopes dropped.
Sitting at the foot of the bed was what looked to be an oversized dog bed with a thin blanket draped over it. Kane gave a small groan as he was led over, the end of his leash secured to the bedpost. He started to curl up, but Figs knelt down and pulled his arms and legs aside, exposing the otter to Rhys as the wolf held up a camera. He took a quick picture of the exposed otter and grinned.
“There. Just a little something to commemorate our first night with you.”
Kane didn’t need a snide remark from the cheetah to fill in the real reason for the photo – he had a sinking feeling that even if he managed to escape, that photo would mysteriously show up all over the school website for everyone to see.
Rhys and Figs knelt down on either side of the captive otter, stroking over his chest, belly, and legs a few more times. Figs purred softly as he squeezed the boy’s inner thighs, his lover rubbing the otter’s chest. Once they were satisfied with their pet, the two stripped off the rest of their clothes, climbing into bed together.
“Good night, little otter.” Rhys said softly, “I’m looking forward to a fun time with you.”
As much as the naked, bound, and humiliated otter hated to admit it, in the back of his mind, so was he.