"Alright, boys and girls! To finish off, split yourselves into teams of 3, we're going to do group laps!"

An audible groan spread throughout the gym hall and the various teenage boys began to disperse, spreading out before they formed neat little groups of 3, as commanded. Standing on his own amongst the various people was a boy barely on the cusp of his teenage years, who awkwardly turned and spun on the spot, hands by his sides. He looked kind of nervous, but his face had a difficult, hard to read expression. As he spun on the spot, two other boys watched from afar and eventually gestured him over. The teen, a river otter with brown and cream fur, breathed a sigh and made his way over.

"Thank you," The otter spoke with a clipped tone to his voice that made him sound proper and stuck-up. "I believe in any social situation, it would have been considered embarrassing to not be able to find 2 people to collaborate with."

"Well...yeah," The first of the two other boys, a cheetah, shrugged his shoulder. "Of course it would."

Before they could say much more, the coach, coincidentally also a cheetah, blew on his whistle and made a motion with his hand, spinning it in a circle above his head. At his command, the boys and girls began to jog, lapping around the gym.

This wasn't the first time their coach had asked to do something as benign as a simple lap, and it wouldn't be the last. For Kota, the young river otter, this was a difficult, but manageable task-- he wasn't overweight or unfit, but he was certainly no athlete, and he calculated that he would run out of breath in approximately 10 to 15 minutes time given the current pace. The two cheetahs beside him, however, were quite the opposite-- the younger of the duo, Renfield or just 'Renny', was quite the athletic individual, and his older brother, Quinten, is a little thinner but by no means lacking in stamina given his species.

"Keep the pace!" The cheetah in the middle called, turning on the spot to watch and follow various boys. "If one of your group is tiring, jog to the side and help them."

"I believe...he is implying," Kota remarked as they jogged, eyes flicking left and right. "That we should run until we cannot run any more."

"Yeah...dad's always like that." Renny nodded along, agreeing with him. The coach was both Renny and Quinten's father, and he was a level-headed individual who always tried to help out his students; he wasn't just a coach and gym teacher, but also taught health classes as well. Gym was a peculiar time for all of them, where 4 years worth of students were crammed into a single gym hall to work out, exercise and generally run until they're tired, as they were now-- that was the teacher's idea of physical education.

"How many times have we lapped now?" Quin asked after a while, his gaze flicking from the rest of the gym hall down to Kota, where his gaze lingered a little longer than necessary. Renny turned his head towards him a smirk played across his lips, making Quin feel awkward; both he and his brother, 2 years younger than him, were the same height, but Kota was shorter than both of them.

"Approximately 4.23 laps...4.24...4.25..." Kota answered, turning his head slightly to look up at Quin with a single eye. "I believe he normally stops us at 12 laps."

"Ugh..." Quinten sighed through his nose, but had no motion to slow down; he could endure, but he wasn't sure if Kota could. As they jogged, the cheetah in the middle turned and met their gaze. A toothy grin crossed the man's features and he gave them a thumbs up before turning his attention back to the rest of the group.

They jogged for what felt like hours, but in reality was only around 10 or so minutes, until the whistle blew for them to stop. Surprisingly, despite his lack of inclination to sports, Kota managed to hold himself well and didn't need to take a break. Back when he was a freshman, before he'd moved up 2 grades and became the younger person in 10th grade at 13, he could barely last 5 minutes in the usual laps at the end of gym class. Back then, he didn't have Renny and Quin to keep an eye on him-- in fact, up until recently, he didn't even have the courage to say hello to them. It was only in the past couple of weeks did he actively seek them out during their gym sessions, and occasionally tried to talk to them a bit after school.

As the various kids dispersed and adjourned towards the made their way towards the locker rooms, the gym teacher clapped his hands together and boomed his voice over the din of talking and padding footsteps, congratulating them and giving them a relatively encouraging pep talk, as he always did-- they would have appreciated it more if they weren't so tired. Kota and the two cheetahs also made their way to the changing rooms, wherein the men's room was packed with people and the scent of sweat hung in the air. There was no showering at school, even if the option was there; since gym class was only an hour long and it was towards the end of the day, they were expected to change and go to their respective classes and then wash off at home.

Kota stepped across the room and squeezed his way between talking boys around or occasionally above his age, forced to change between two chatting, taller individuals. Renny and Quin, on the other hand, were on the other side of the room and were side by side, which allowed them some privacy, of a sort. As Kota peeled himself out of his gym clothes-- a tank top and shorts-- he looked across the room towards the two boys and stared for longer than a person should. He had a good reason for that though; he was infatuated with one of them.

Renny had caught Kota's eye when he'd first enrolled in Clayton High School. There was something about him that Kota was irrevocably drawn to and, after meeting his brother and learning who their dad was, his research at home had surmised the following; cheetahs were simply 'his type', whatever that meant. As a 13 year old, Kota was still exploring a lot of things about himself, but the one thing he knew for sure is that he wanted Renny to pay attention to him-- more than that, he wanted Renny to do things to him. The fantasies could sometimes get so intense that he'd have to distract himself just to make things not awkward between them, sometimes; he was, by all accounts, a horny and academically inclined teenager, with absolutely no social skills to speak of.

As he watched, he spotted Quin taking off his shirt and throwing on a similarly sized one in a more earthen colour, closer to a brownish-green than the white one he was wearing before. When he pushed down his shorts, he deliberately attempted to hold down the front of his shirt as he reached for his khakis. Renny seemed to notice and said something that Kota couldn't hear, before bending down to pluck what looked to be Quin's collar from atop the pile of clothes. The older cheetah, who was in the same grade as Kota when the otter had been moved up, was known to wear it, but Kota honestly didn't understand the significance. He did notice, however, how embarrassed Quin looked when Renny hooked it around his neck and fastened it on, before tugging his body further down, forcing him to bend over a little. A snicker travelled through the nearby boys and they turned, whispering and pointing to a distinctive metal glint between the cheetah's legs. Kota was privy to what it was, if only because a spectacle was made of Quin's predicament every time he changed: it was a chastity cage, that housed his member and didn't allow him to use it.

Quin didn't seem to have the heart to bat his younger brother's hand away, but Renny eventually relented and let him put on his clothes as boys began to disperse, having already changed. Kota turned his attention back to his own pile of garments and felt a little bashful for having stared at them for so long. He quickly did away with his shorts, tugged on a loose T-Shirt and then swung a large coat over his body, lacking in sleeves-- it was a traditional Japanese happi, a thick tube-sleeved coat often worn during festivals in Japan...but Kota had grown fond of the culture and his parents allowed him to wear it. It had been modified to remove the sleeves and add buttons down the middle which, when done up, were hidden by a front flap that ran along the seam. After buttoning himself up and making sure he was presentable, he stuffed his clothes away and turned, stepping across the room towards them.

"I have mathematics now," He informed them without asking, causing the both of them to be surprised and turn to face him, unaware he had even approached. "Are we meeting after school?"

"Uh...sure," Renny smiled and reached out to pat the otter's bare arm. "You can go on ahead, Kota, we still need to change."

"If you want, you can stop by our place after school," Quin suggested it perhaps a little too quickly and averted his gaze for a moment. "You know, just to hang out a while, if you want."

"Is that what friends do?" Kota asked the question and then answered it himself before they could respond. "Yes, they do. I'll ask my step-dad."

With a parting nod, Kota shuffled awkwardly on the spot before walking past them and heading through the door that led out into the hallway beyond, leaving Renny and Quin to finish changing. Renny gave his older brother a sideways glance as he tugged on his wide basketball shorts, making sure to elastic sat snugly along his athletic hips. Quin fiddled with the hem of his T-Shirt as he reached for his khakis as more and more of the boys began to file out. Quin was deliberately stalling, if only because he could tell from Renny's expression that he wanted to wait. After a few more minutes, only the two of them remained.

A quiet silence fell between them, but it ultimately didn't last long. Renny was the first to speak, and the first thing that came out of his mouth is something rather lewd.

"Did you like it?" Renny teased, bumping his shoulder with the other cheetah's own. "I saw that blush. It turned you on, didn't it?"

"S-Shut up." Quinten cast his gaze down. It was uncanny how they were the sight height despite being 2 years apart, and yes, it had turned him on. He wasn't normally into the humiliation aspect of it all, but something about the way Renny teased him about it was alluring. Perhaps it was just the dynamic they had, but it had quite the impact on him. With a giggle, Renny leant closer and reached up with a hand, hooking his finger into the collar around Quinten's neck. When they weren't in gym, he wore it often with a little metal plate on the bottom. At the moment in time it was blank, but Renny flicked it with a finger and flipped it around, revealing the words 'Renny's Pet'.

"How turned on are you?" The cheetah asked with a delicate purr, tugging on the leash and causing the older teen to whimper and shudder on the spot, betraying his desire. He was remarkably submissive in front of his little brother, who was more than happy to be a dominant individual-- if anything, he preferred it, and it turned him on in the same way that being submissive to his younger sibling turned Quin on in turn.

"Well...it's just us here," Renny pointed out, leaning a little closer. "We've got time. Why don't you show me how much of a cute pet you can be?"

Quinten visibly shuddered a little at his words, turned on by talk of him being a 'pet'. Renny smiled wide in response to the older teen's reaction to his words with he tugged on the leash, pulling it down to coax his older brother onto his knees, which the 16-year-old obliged to without so much as a complaint. Quinten's fur tingled with desire as he watched Renny reach down towards his basketball shorts, toying with the elastic band of the pants before he slid it down, revealing his bright, ocean blue briefs that he'd put on not that long ago. Quin instinctively leant his head forwards and brushed his muzzle against the teen's package, groaning under his breath as he felt that vivid twitching against his lips. It turned him on so much to know that his younger brother was just as aroused as he was-- the only difference was that it was uncomfortable for Quinten to get hard. Even at that moment, his body couldn't resist his arousal and the discomfort began to grow around his loins, eliciting a quiet, frustrated groan from him.

"Is my little kitten pent up?" It was weird for Quin to hear such words from Renny at first, but now he craved them, like the submissive teen he was. He reached up and grazed his fingertips along the waistband of Renny's underwear, but he didn't dare to push them down-- it wasn't his place to do so. Renny, however, didn't keep him waiting; he lowered his hand, briefly stroking the top of Quinten's head before he pulled down the front of his underwear to reveal his cock, thick and humanoid, twitching at half-mast. Quin didn't hesitate to push his head forwards, dipping his muzzle towards the underside of the member and running his mouth along the bottom, towards the base. He stuck out his tongue and licked, and Renny tugged at his briefs some more to scoot them down, so they wouldn't get in the way. He placed his young hand atop his brother's head and gently stroked his yellow fur, scratching behind one ear as Quin withdrew all the way to the tip, eagerly opening his mouth and plunging down, taking his brother's cock into his muzzle.

Renny groaned quietly, closing his eyes and relishing the feeling of warmth around his length. In the back of his mind, eagerness and desire swam and spread down his body to every limb as the connotations of being sucked off by his older brother turned him on more and more. He enjoyed the sight of Quin bobbing his head on his crotch, but more than that he enjoyed seeing his brother clearly fumble with his crotch, uncomfortable with how much his metal chastity cage strained his loins. Seeing his brother in discomfort so willingly only added to his arousal as he pushed his hips forward a little, his cock swelling eagerly to full mast in only a few moments. His cock plunged down into his brother's throat and he felt Quin's muscles squeezing around the head of his cock and a couple more inches, flexing and milking, before he pulled back, letting Quin withdraw towards the tip.

This was the best part for Quin, the sight and taste of his brother's cock. Renny had gotten all the good genes out of the two of them-- he was, by all accounts, the superior sibling. He was more dominant, smarter, more athletic...and most of all, he had the bigger cock. 8 and a half inches of thick cheetah meat sat hovering in front of Quin's muzzle-- such a size shouldn't even be on a 14-year-old's body, yet here it was, and Quin couldn't resist. With a needy moan, he pushed down again and took what he could; he'd had practice in deepthroating Renny's cock on more than one occasion, too many to count, so he'd long since suppressed his gag reflex and could take every inch of his brother's thick member. From the end of his chastity cage oozed a needy drip of pre-cum from his own aroused cock and the discomfort spiked, briefly causing him to scrunch up his eyes, which only encouraged Renny to roll his hips forward and knead his cock into his older brother's muzzle, turned on at the sight of him in consensual pain.

"Mmh, good kitten," Renny murmured. "It's so hot seeing you like this...but I think it'd be even hotter to see you taking me."

At his remark, Quin pulled back and cast his gaze up towards Renny's smirking face, his cheeks flushed. The 14-year-old loosened his grip on his older brother's head and allowed the cheetah to pull back, and in turn Quin rose to his feet, not even hesitating to turn around to face away from him. The 16-year-old hadn't had yet a chance to even put on his underwear, let along his khakis, and all he needed to do was bend over to completely reveal himself. He spread his legs apart and used a hand to prop himself up on the lockers that lined the walls of the room, and he reached back with a hand to spread his cheeks, revealing the pink pucker hidden beneath. Renny enjoyed the sight of it for a moment and deliberately pushed his hips forward to graze the length of his cock against those cheeks, before he pulled back and crouched-- though dominant, he had a level head, and he didn't want to hurt Quin for the sake of his own pleasure. To that end, there was only one thing to do.

Quin tensed and arched his back as he suddenly felt his younger brother's muzzle plunge in between his cheeks, and an abrupt warmth met with his pucker, followed by the very faint roughness of Renny's feline tongue. The 14-year-old rolled his tongue from the bottom to the top of the older teen's quivering asshole and he reached up to squeeze and massage those ample cheeks, growling playfully between the boy's ass as Quin shuddered and moaned under his breath, pleasure spiking up his spine. Quin was a little more sensitive to anal than he would have liked, and both the feeling and mere connotations of his younger brother eating his ass made his cage twitch and bounce with each vivid throb of his restrained cock, drips of pre-cum oozing down in sticky strings and meeting with the tiled floor.

The more that Renny licked the better it felt for him, his cock eagerly throbbing between his legs. He loved the way Quin huffed and groaned for him, vocalising his delight as the 14-year-old's tongue smeared up and down, occasionally probing and threatening to penetrate the squeezing ring. He rolled his tongue around in a circle and felt the entrance quiver eagerly from the wetness of his tongue. After a couple of minutes, Renny pulled back and raised himself up, keeping his hands on the 16-year-old's ass and giving it a firm, meaningful squeeze. He spread the cheeks wide and licked his lips at the sight of the spit-covered pucker between them, before he angled his hips forwards and let the length of his hard cock rest between those cheeks again. Quin's eagerness was obvious from the way he wiggled his ass back and forth ever so slightly, revealing his arousal.

"Do you want it, kitten?" Renny teased. "Beg for your brother's cock."

"Mmh..." Quin huffed through his nose. "P-Please fuck me, Master..."

A trickle of heated desire ran up Renny's spine, and he had no intention of leaving the teen hanging for much longer. He slid his hips back and sighed with bliss as pleasure spiked along the length of his cock and towards the head. After a few moments, he angled himself appropriately and wedged the head of his turgid cock between his brother's cheeks, pressing it firmly against his entrance. He teased and kneaded his hips forwards, feeling the ring stretch and eagerly accommodate him, and when he didn't push further the older boy whined quietly in protest, hungry for it. He wanted to tease Quin a little more, but he decided against it-- he'd kept him waiting long enough. He pushed forwards and eased himself into the teen's ass as Quin resisted the urge to push back and meet his ass with his brother's crotch, knowing full well that he should never take the lead.

Slowly, the cheetah's thick, well-above-average cock sunk deeper and deeper into his older sibling's behind as the 16-year-old cheetah hissed and sighed, his insides clamping like a vice and gripping to every invading inch of the 14-year-old's cock. It didn't take long for Renny to pass the halfway mark and after barely a handful of moments he hilted inside the teen completely, relishing the feeling of how snugly Quinten squeezed around his dick. He pushed as deep as he could, grinding and firmly squishing his pelvis up against those flat cheeks as his fingers dug against flesh, gripping to Quin's hips. He wanted to linger there longer, but the thought of fucking his brother was a lot more interesting than just using him like a cock warmer. After a moment or two, he slowly began to pull back and Quin squeezed harder than before, groaning in a mixture of fervent eagerness and frustration, aching for more. Renny had every intention of giving it to him, of course-- he slid back until he was halfway out of his brother's behind and then plunged forwards, sinking into him once more.

Renny eased in on a steady, slow rhythm at first, sighing under his breath as he slowly but surely kneaded his thick cock inside Quin's ass as the older cheetah curled his fingers against the lockers in front of him, his cage twitching and bouncing with his eager arousal. Renny's movements were methodical yet laboured with desire and he couldn't resist grabbing his brother's ass and squeezing a little too much for comfort, to which Quin gasped, turned on by the slight pain. The pre-cum that oozed from the 14-year-old's thick, throbbing cock combined with brother's spit made his movements easier over time until the slick, wet sounds of their sex filled the air, accompanied by their mixed pants and groans. Every so often, Renny would pick up speed by a small margin and pounder harder, enough for Quin to start huffing and quietly mewling from the force of it.

"You like that?" Renny panted as he thrust, licking his lips. "You want your master's l--"

Before he could finish his sentence, the click of the door behind them catches his attention. Renny turned his head in the direction of the door that leads into the locker room, his expression tense and nervous, but he visibly relaxed when he recognised the athletic, borderline buff figure that walked through the door, clad in a white polo shirt and a pair of simple khakis. The man adjusted his cap emblazoned with the school's mascot, that of a puma before he froze on the spot and stared at the sight before him. He said nothing at first, but then grinned-- in response, Renny did the same.

"Hey dad." The 14-year-old called out to him and Quin, who had also been tense and anxious for a while, visibly relaxed. The cheetah, their father and gym teacher, strode across the room towards him and stood beside them, admiring the sight of his youngest son dick-deep in his eldest.

"Do you want in on this, too?" Renny grinned and though the man chuckled and reached out to stroke along Quin's clothed back, he shook his head.

"I'm already late for my next class," He sounded wistful. "Take your time, boys. I don't think anyone's going to come in here for an hour, at least..."

"Bye dad." Quin sounded embarrassed and averted his gaze as the man roughly patted his son's back, before he nodded to his youngest and then turned, heading through the locker room towards the door that led further into the high school building. Renny hesitated for a little moment longer before he lapsed back into his rapid rhythm, reaching forwards to grab onto Quin's collar. He deliberately pulled on it and Quin let out a moan, arching his back and leaning upwards slightly as Renny's thrusts became more and more relentless.

Renny was getting rougher for no other reason than to vent his frustration at almost being blue balled by his own dad-- he had been so close to orgasm that he was starting to lose it, but after a few eager humps he soon found the found pleasure rising again, forming a tight knot within his loins that made him shudder. He could feel himself teetering past the point of no return and with one final thrust he orgasm. A groan ripped past his feline muzzle and he plunged deep, stuffing all 8 and a half inches into his older brother's behind as he pumped spurt after spurt into his ass, painting his teen inner walls with cum. It seeped around his cock but didn't care to trickle out just yet-- not until he slid back, his cock sticky with a mixture of his own fluids, and some of Quin's spit. The older cheetah's legs wobbled with the physical exertion of their sex, a tiny puddle of pre-cum visible between his feet. He so desperately wanted to cum, but Renny would tell him off if he did so.

"Good boy..." Renny purred, sliding back fully so that his cock slid completely from the teen's ass, half-limp and twitching every so often. "Now, clench and keep all of master's cum in you. I want to see you hold it in until we get home..."

"Y-Yes, master..." Quin submissively agreed and slowly straightened up, clenching his cheeks together. He waddled for a moment-- Renny's cock was pretty big and though he could take it, his 16-year-old body was often shaky afterwards-- before bending down slowly pick up his clothes. Renny watched him for a while, before bending down to get his own. He wanted to get Quin to clean him off, but he had his reasons not to.

If they lingered around much longer, they'd be late for class.



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The rest of their classes went by without a hitch. Whilst Kota and Quin had to contend with maths, of which Quin was late, Renny instead wrangled with Grade 8 English. Being academically inclined had its disadvantages for Renny who excelled in areas such as physics and biology, but struggled with the creative subjects. That didn't mean he was failing them, just that it required more brainpower than usual. Thankfully, it was the last period of the day-- gym class occurred just after lunch and they only had one lesson thereafter before they could go home. When Quin and Kota got out of class and headed towards the front of the school building, specifically to the entrance that also served as the exit for every student, Renny was patiently standing there waiting.

"Did you talk to your dad?" Renny asked as both his older brother and Kota approached, and a wink to the 16-year-old had Quin looked silently flustered. He had done as Renny asked, but he wouldn't say that out loud. It had been hard for him to hold his concentration when he'd been watching Kota most of the class, but he'd managed to hold all of his master's cum in, for now. Kota blinked over at Renny and the act of the wink all but flew over his head, metaphorically speaking.

"No, I didn't see him." Kota explained matter-of-factly, and Renny pursed his muzzle, looking over the otter boy's shoulder at the crowd of people.

"Ah, wait...I think I see him over there." Renny gestured and Kota turned on the spot to see the familiar sight of an Anubian Jackal heading down the steps that led up into the high school building, a bag slung from one shoulder. He was dressed in particularly formal slacks and a pressed white shirt-- the epitome of most teacher's attire, especially those in academics-- and his pointed ears twisted to each subtle noise, taking in the sounds of chattering students around him. He slowed briefly when his gaze met his stepson's own before he picked up the speed, crossing the distance of the courtyard towards them.

"Hello, Kota...and Kota's friends, I assume," The jackal looked from the otter to the two cheetahs. "Oh, Renfield. You're in my science class, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh," Renny nodded along before speaking on behalf of the group. "Mr. Escophra, me and my brother wanted to invite Kota to our place after school, but he said he'd need your permission. Is it okay if he comes with us?"

"Oh, well..." The jackal looked put on the spot, blindsided by Renny's surprisingly formal, almost debating tone. "Well, I'm sure his father won't mind, and I don't see anything wrong with it. Do you need a lift there?"

"It's not far." Renny assured him, and the jackal nodded knowingly before he looked down to Kota, reaching out to pat his shoulder. He's tried to be a good stepdad to the otter but it's admittedly hard to get close to the boy when he's so...well, smart. They'd bonded in places, but events such as this were often handled by his father, who could be uncomfortably busy sometimes. It was a good thing he was a teacher and could keep an eye on them during school.

"Be home by 8, alright? Don't forget it's a school night." The black-furred jackal insisted and Kota nodded, fully aware that his studies and sleep schedule could not be altered with. With a gesture, Renny coaxed the socially awkward otter along and waved to the teacher as he went, putting on his charm. Quin, silent the entire time, shuffled along behind them, and the jackal was sure the boy was limping just a little. He paid it no mind and instead headed towards his car with the intention of going home.

Renny hadn't lied about how close they lived to the combined middle school and high school building-- the actual grounds of the school itself sat in more or less the heart of a suburban neighbourhood, and unlike Kota's parents who were rich and lived in an upper-class house on the edges of town, Renny and Quin had humble middle-class beginnings and had lived in and around the suburban area their entire life. They barely walked 5 minutes in a mixture of silence and idle, short conversation before they reached the cheetah's respective home, and they weren't alone. Sitting on the porch by the front door, half-sulking and half-nervous was another cheetah, this one significantly younger than Renny and Quin; younger than Kota even, from what the otter could see. When the trio approached, the boy took notice of them and visibly relaxed.

"I...uncle Shinji isn't home yet." The boy spluttered out and then rose to his feet, grabbing his backpack. Renny smiled knowingly and reached out to pat the boy's shoulder, before looking over his own at Kota.

"Kota, this is our cousin, Mitch. He's been staying with us for a while," He explained, before turning his attention back to the boy. "Sorry, Mitch. We came home as quickly as we could. I know how you can get--"

"It's fine," The cheetah remarked curtly and stepped away, but not due to anger; his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and his gaze snapped to Kota before back to Renny. "Can we go in? I'm thirsty."

Renny nodded quietly, understanding the boy's feelings. Mitch's parents, Shinji's brother and sister-in-law...he honestly didn't know the details of why Mitch came to live with them, but as someone who was training to be a paramedic and knew a great deal of first aid, he had a sixth sense when it came to people, especially those in pain-- and though Mitch wasn't physically injured, he could tell there was a lot weighing on him. Their father had already explained the pertinent details to them-- which was simply that Mitch got very stressed when left on his own for too long, so they should never hesitate to come home after school, and never make sudden plans to not be at home. Renny had no intention of ever breaking that rule, for the boy's sake. He quickly strode up the porch and unlocked the front door with the keys his father had entrusted him with, letting them all inside. Kota took up the rear whilst Mitch barrelled his way in shortly after Renny.

The interior was about what one might expect from a middle to lower class household. Like most, the front door led straight into the living room, which was amply sized and bore both a couch and an armchair that they presumably used a great deal to watch the TV that sat on the opposite side of the room, balanced neatly atop a thick wooden stand with all manner of games consoles, DVD players and cable network boxes beneath. Behind the couch was a set of stairs leading up to the rooms above and beneath the stairs itself was a computer desk and office chair, snugly fit into the corner. On the left-hand side was an open hole leading into the kitchen, with no door to be found. As Renny and Quin dropped their bags on the nearby armchair, Mitch went straight for the kitchen and Kota soon heard the water running.

"Hey, Quin," Renny began, glancing at him with a smirk. "Why don't you go and get cleaned up?"

His words made the older cheetah falter, and after a quick glance to Kota, he nodded, turning and quickly making his way up the stairs to the hallway above. Kota wanted to ask what was going on with him, but before he could say anything Renny had already sat down on the couch, and was deliberately patting the spot beside him. Kota's legs moved before his brain did and he sat down beside him as the cheetah reached for the remote. As he turned on the TV, Mitch came out of the kitchen and mumbled something about homework before he headed up the stairs. Renny made no attempts to stop him-- the boy probably felt a bit humiliated.

"So..." Renny began, swinging one leg over and over and leaning slightly closer, putting his arm on the back of the ground. "If you don't mind me asking...why are you still wearing your coat? We're indoors now. You do the same at school too..."

"Ah, well, I, uh," Kota began at first and looked down at his hands. "I like it. It feels good to wear."

"...But it's a coat," Renny remarked. "Are you wearing nothing underneath or something?"

Despite his lack of social skills, even Kota knew not to say anything at that moment. However, his silence all but confirmed it as much as him defending himself, or even agreeing-- he was thoroughly and irrevocably trapped. Renny's eyes widened for a moment before he scooted ever so slightly closer, his white and yellow furred leg pressing up against Kota's own.

"So you are," Renny murmured, eyes twinkling with curiosity. "...Can I see?"

Kota looked uncomfortable, but not because Renny was making him feel bad-- but because he was embarrassed to reveal himself. Kota knew he didn't have the most ideal figure, statistically speaking, not compared to Renny, at least. Yet, on some level, he couldn't defy him. He was so charming, so dominating, so...hot. After a few moments of hesitation, Kota reached down his body and slipped his thumb in under the flaps that ran along the front of his coat, clumsily popping the buttons as his nerves got the better of him. Eventually, he'd undone enough of them to part it at the front, revealing the T-Shirt he wore beneath. Renny, however, flicked his gaze lower down to Kota's bare legs, where the happi ended just below his hip. He reached out, pressing his palm firmly to the otter's brown-furred leg, and he felt Kota visibly tense under his touch.

"You like that?" Renny murmured and his hand slid around to the otter's inner thigh, sneaking closer and closer to his crotch. Kota's shaky breath was a sign of his approval and arousal and after a few moments, the cheetah's fingers met with the outline of his hard cock through his briefs. He pressed firmly, pushing his palm against the twitching, young bulge as he leant his head closer, grazing his muzzle across the Otter's cheek. Kota felt compelled to turn his head to the side, but a sound from above them made him pause.

Before Renny could continue further, the trudging of footsteps from above signalled Quin approaching and out of respect for his older brother's clear infatuation, Renny relented, but the way Kota leant against him and into his touch made it clear he wanted it. He felt guilty for backing off, but it was necessary...for now, at least. Quin appeared to the side as he made his way down the stairs, and he glanced briefly at Kota's parted coat before he joined them on the couch, sitting on the opposite side.

"So, you want to watch anything for a while?" Renny suggested with a knowing smile. "I've got no homework."

Quin gestured for the remote and Kota sat there nervously between the two of them. Frankly, he was horny. Renny's touch, being sandwiched between two cheetahs...typically, when Kota got home from school he'd at least masturbate twice-- he was an addict to the pleasure. Not being able to do so, combined with being so intensely teased, made him feel pent-up and needy. His mind swam with fantasies and desires of being used by the two of them, of submitting...perhaps even topping.

But neither of them did a thing. At least, not until later...



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When Malnin Escophra finally made his way into his home, the summery, glass-oriented beach home was eerily quiet. The jackal paused at the door for a moment to remove his coat and hang it up, before he strode across the room in his slacks and shirt, slowly but surely popping the buttons of his top as he went. His gaze scanned across the sizeable living room, with its glass coffee table, wall-mounted TV and several places for seating, towards the kitchen. He spotted a plate sitting on the draining board and smirked as he slipped the shirt from his shoulders, revealing his bare, black-furred chest. Keelin was home, and he knew where he'd be.

Malnin may be a teacher, and it was his passion, but he was a better husband-- at least, he thought so. Though he had every intention of seeking his husband, Kota's father, to tell him about his son's whereabouts, he also had other ideas in mind that he knew his husband would like, since it was just the two of them. He loosened the button of his slacks and let them fall, revealing the form-fitting, contrasting white briefs that accentuated his every toned curve and the outline of his package. He sauntered, mostly naked, across the room towards the hallway that led deeper into the one-floor house, his hand sliding along the wall as he went. His eyes travelled across the hallway to the doors beyond before they lingered specifically on a door at the end-- Keelin's study. Kota's father was the CEO and owner of his own company, which afforded him the benefits of being able to do his work from home. Malnin strode across the hall towards it and knocked quietly on the door's surface, waiting for barely a couple of seconds before he pushed it open.

Keelin's study was big but simple-- the walls were lined with bookcases and a thick mahogany desk sat at the far end of the room, next to ceiling-high windows that looked out onto the beach and shores beyond. He raised his head from a laptop on his desk as Malnin showed himself and the man, an otter, got to his feet, muzzle stretching into a grin at the sight of his husband.

"Welcome home." Keelin rounded the desk to reveal that he was also more or less naked, wearing only a set of crimson red underwear. Malnin crossed the room towards him and pressed up against his body, fur to fur. Both of them were more or less the same height despite the 3 year age gap, which made it easy for the otter to pull Malnin close and press his muzzle to his. They kissed each other deeply, and the jackal wrapped his arms around the otter's neck as Keelin hungrily ran his hands over the man's back, tracing the length of his spine and groping his toned features.

"How was work?" Keelin asked briefly as their lips parted, his head twisting to the side and pressing down into the dip between Malnin's shoulder and neck. The jackal groaned quietly and quivered against him as the otter's hands ran down, snaking towards the small of his back before he grabbed fistfuls of that toned ass, squeezing through the white briefs.

"Mmh, good..." Malnin sighed, hugging tightly at him. "Kota's at a friends place, I told him to be back by-- Mmh, by 8."

"Are those the same friends he's been talking about all week?" Keelin asked as he encouraged Malnin to turn, leading him towards the desk. The otter leant forwards to push his laptop out of the way as Malnin scooted up onto the edge, spreading his legs to allow the otter to get closer. A hum of agreement came from Malnin's muzzle, followed by a gentle, submissive groan of desire as the dominant otter kiss along his neckline again, hands snaking down towards his hips. He tucked his fingers into the waistband of Malnin's underwear and tugged slightly, eager for what lay beneath, and in response the jackal began to lean back, laying himself flat against the desk-- which was easy to do, now that the laptop was to the side.

The otter pulled and Malnin lifted his hips up to allow the underwear to slip past his hips, revealing the cage that kept his cock locked down beneath. He didn't get let out of it very often, and from the expression, on the otter's face he had a feeling that today wasn't going to be the day either; the time between being unlocked from the chastity cage was getting longer and longer these days. With a quiet growl of desire, Keelin pulled the underwear down to Malnin's ankles, and the jackal kicked them off with ease, allowing for his husband to grasp beneath his legs and spread them wide, lifting them up as he went.

"You look so beautiful today, babe." Keelin remarked, stepped in between those legs and leaning over Malnin's body, pressing his chest down against the jackal's own. He kissed him again, but his hands moved elsewhere; rather than roam and explore his husband's body, Keelin instead reached across the other side of the desk, where he pulled at the handle of the drawer and rummaged blindly inside, searching for something. He eventually found it and pulled back, lifting with his free hand to grab onto one of Malnin's arms, forcing it upright. Malnin gasped audibly and grinned from cheek to cheek as the otter dragged his other arm back too with his other hand, managing to somehow hold onto the handcuffs he'd pulled from the draw he was just rummaging through. He wormed them around the jackal's wrists and tightened them, keeping the man's wrists bound as he slowly slid his hands down Malnin's arms, trailing his mouth and body lower.

"Mmh...eager today, honey?" Malnin asked and then he gasped as the otter squeezed and twisted his nipples a little in response-- not enough to really hurt, but enough for the spike of slight pain to make things even hotter. As the jackal arched his back, the otter trailed even lower, peppering loving kisses along the black-furred chest and stomach before he reached the pelvis. He kisses right above the jackal's twitching chastity cage, enjoying the way Malnin groaned, whining occasionally and begging for more. Keelin knew how desperately his husband wanted to come, but the fact he was locked up and unable to do so made things hotter for him.

Eventually, Keelin's mouth dipped even lower, but it didn't go for the cage, but instead for the jackal's inner thigh. He kissed there as Malnin trembled, eager for more, and slowly the man's hands forced the jackal's legs up even further, exposing what lay beneath his cheeks. It was there that Keelin's mouth went for its final destination, kissing along the jackal's inner thigh before inevitably reaching beneath the taint. He stuffed his muzzle deep and began to lick, pressing his tongue firmly to his husband's asshole and relishing the way it clenched and quivered in response, both used to his eager tongue but also sensitive to stimulation as well.

"Oh, Keelin, please..." Malnin groaned in a mixture of desire and frustration, wanting to be fucked as badly as he didn't want it to stop-- but Keelin knew him all too well. Despite his protests the otter continued, closing his eyes and truly relishing the feel of his quivering ring, and he pushed his tongue and threatened to probe and penetrate, and in response, Malnin's ring stretched, happy to accommodate. With a hungry growl, the otter pushed his tongue forwards and slipped it inside an inch or two, swirling and roaming around before he pulled back, smacking his lips as he rose to his feet. His gaze ran along his husband's wildly attractive body before he reached down, yanking down his underwear and letting his cock swing free, 10 inches in length and eager to please.

"Keelin..." Malnin panted, lifting his head enough for him to see the otter's thick erection. "Mmh...fuck me, please."

"I love it when you beg." Keelin licked his lips and leant forwards, grasping the base of his cock and angling it down towards that inviting ass, whilst the other helped to prop himself up. He shifted and pushed forwards, pressing the head of his cock, slick with pre-cum, against the spit-covered ass and at first, he met resistance, but it quickly subsided and became warm and loose. A slow and sensual push had the cock sliding into the man's ass and Keelin pushed forwards, his cock fervently twitching as he sunk deeper and deeper.

When he was about a quarter of the way inside, Keelin let go of his cock and leant further forwards, pushing with his hips and clenching his cheeks as he stared down into Malnin's eyes, bowing his head to meet his muzzle to his. He kissed him as he penetrated him, thrusting until he was almost fully inside the jackal's ass. Between Malnin's legs, his caged cock twitched, flaccid but uncomfortable, and droplets of seed oozed from the end and dripped onto his balls. He hooked his ankles around the otter's body and bumped his heels with his ass and back, and in response Keelin dragged a hand back to hook under his knee, pushing his leg back and giving himself control and leverage.

After a moment or two, Keelin pulled back and sighed, closing his eyes and relishing that spasming feeling of those inner walls gripping around every inch of his thick, turgid cock before he plunged forwards, meeting his pelvis with his husband's ass. The sharp groan of eager desire that came from the jackal simply inspired the otter to thrust harder and faster than before, beginning to pick up speed as his pleasure rose. He knew he wouldn't last very long, not with his wonderful husband so eagerly squeezing him and milking every inch.

His once gentle rhythm began heavy and quick as this bliss swam through his system, stretching to every limb. Beneath him, Malnin moaned and gasped with every other thrust, his innards screaming with euphoria as all 10 inches massaged his inner walls and grazed his prostate. He wanted to part his legs and beg for more, but between his whimpers of delight and his gasping breaths, he didn't have the chance. The wet sounds of their sex quickly filled the air, and they cared little for who may hear them-- but as they were home all alone, there was no chance of anyone walking in on them.

The otter signalled his impending climax with a quick, heated groan, and he pushed forwards, sliding himself fully into the jackal and kneading his pelvis up against that ass as his hands kept the man's legs high in the air, his ass spread as much as possible. Keelin leant back and parted their kiss as he straightened, and the top's moans of passion encouraged Malnin to whimper alongside him, huffing from between his gritted teeth as the otter's cock twitched within him. After a moment or two, the otter sighed and visibly relaxed, and Malnin didn't need to ask to know he was done; he knew his husband all too well, and that telltale warmth that spread across his slightly bulging stomach and deep within him was indication enough.

"Mmh..." The otter sighed delightfully and slowly loosened his grip on the jackal's legs, leaning forwards and pressing his chest to Malnin's own. "I love you, babe."

"I love you too, sweetie," Malnin grinned, and their muzzles met. For now, they'd stay like that, but eventually, they'd get up and get down to business-- whether that was making dinner, discussing Kota's education or simply going for a second round.

After all, they have until 8pm.



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Kota never would have considered himself someone capable of falling asleep at someone else's house, but gym class not that long ago combined with the mild heat of summer-- and, perhaps, because of his infatuation with certain people-- had somehow lulled him into a light sleep that he awoke rather abruptly. He couldn't be sure what time it was at first, but what he was aware of was the warmth of two other boys sitting next to him; Renny on his left, and Quinten on his right. He shifted and slowly sat forwards, getting to his feet and shuffling across the room. The sun had set outside and when he turned to face the wall to the right, he could see a clock hanging near the front door, closer towards the stairs. It was 6pm-- he'd slept for 2 hours, give or take. More accurately, 2 hours and 24 minutes.

Kota was a good boy, though he knew the embarrassing connotations of saying such a thing. Regardless, he had no intention of disrespecting Malnin's rules or going against him; he'd be back by 8pm, and for that, he'd need transport. He would have normally taken the bus home, but since he was in a place he didn't recognise and his socials skills were to be desired, it would be ideal to instead ask the cheetah's father for a ride. The man, however, was nowhere to be seen, so Kota logically assumed he might be upstairs, or perhaps even in the kitchen. When he approached the door leading beyond, however, he found that the older cheetah wasn't there; upstairs it is.

In an effort not to wake up the two sleeping cheetahs on the couch, Kota moved slowly up the stairs, pausing when it creaked underfoot. As he ascended higher and higher, his small rounded ears twisted and his head turned to the sounds that came from the floor above-- it sounded like soft, quiet panting, but he couldn't be sure. His curiosity got the better of him as he ascended to the landing, silently making his way across the carpet towards the source of the noise, a slightly ajar door at the end of the hallway beyond.

He knew he shouldn't peak, yet he was curious. The otter hesitated for a moment before he stepped in front of the door and peeked in through the slight crack, and his eyes widened at the sight beyond. There, across the room on a small single bed, sat Mitch, Renny and Quin's younger cousin. Renny hadn't divulged how old he was but Kota guessed he might be younger than him, at the very least, and probably still in middle school. The fact that he was there didn't shock Kota though, but it was what he was doing, and how he looked doing it-- the cheetah sat on his bed in the nude with his phone in hand, his eyes glued to the screen and obscured by the phone itself, from Kota's angle. The boy had his legs bent inwards and his knees spread out to the side, revealing all that lay bare within the middle. The sight was enough to make Kota's mouth go dry and his loins to tingle.

Mitch was hung, impossibly so. He was younger than Kota but had a cock almost twice the otter's size-- Kota had measured himself before and he was about 3 and a half inches when hard, but Mitch...Mitch was around 6 inches, from what Kota could guess from where he was standing. The otter gulped at the sight of such a thick, massive cock on such a small body, but it wasn't alone; that member was joined by Mitch's eager hand as the cheetah fervently masturbated, jerking off to whatever was on his phone screen. The temptation for Kota to make himself known was intense-- he was a horny teenager, why wouldn't he want to do more? Before he could do anything, however, he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder and reacted as any kid his age would: he squeaked, loudly, in surprise.

The mass forced him backwards and up against the wall and a hand clasped over his mouth as the once panting sounds from within Mitch's room abruptly fell silent. Kota looked up at who had grabbed him and relaxed, if only slightly, when he realised it was Renny and Quin's father, their gym teacher. The man put a finger to his lips as they heard Mitch shifting on the bed.

"W-Who's there?!" Mitch stammered out, his tone clearly one of embarrassment.

"Uh, just me, Mitch. Sorry. I tripped passing your room." The cheetah replied and there was a moment of awkward silence.

"You...squeaked?" Mitch asked with audible confusion, and the older cheetah pursed his muzzle.

"Uh...yeah. Sorry for disturbing you, carry on with what you're doing." The cheetah turned to Kota and then gestured for him to make his way back down the hall. Kota didn't need telling twice, and he quickly shuffled across the wall back towards the stairs. The man followed up the rear and the two of them descended down back into the living room, where the other two were still sleeping.

"Were you looking for me?" The man asked, not even mentioning the fact he caught Kota snooping on his nephew jerking off, and Kota didn't bring it up either, though his flushed cheeks made it clear he felt embarrassed about being caught.

"It's 6pm. My father and step father wish for me to be home before 8 in the evening," Kota explained as he faced him, glancing briefly at the snoozing teenagers. "I don't feel it's prudent to disturb them, so I was going to enquire if you could take me home in your car."

"Huh...you sure do talk funny, don't you?" The cheetah remarked, before he patted the otter's bare arm. "Get your bag, then. You can give me the address in the car."

With a nod, Kota quickly scooped up his satchel and lingered, glancing to the two boys, before he headed to the door. He didn't need to say goodbye-- he'd see them at school tomorrow.

When he visits next time, hopefully, they'll do more than just sleep.