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This time they head to the park where Remmy shows him his favorite spot.\n\nThis is a follow-up to [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/3700182]Watching the Wild Boy[/url]. I hadn't originally intended on a sequel, but really enjoy this pairing.\n\nIf you liked this story, maybe... [url=https://ko-fi.com/gabrieldrake]Buy me a Ko-Fi[/url]\n\nCommissions also now available.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Marck babysits wild boy Remmy again. This time they head to the park where Remmy shows him his favorite spot.

This is a follow-up to Watching the Wild Boy. I hadn't originally intended on a sequel, but really enjoy this pairing.

If you liked this story, maybe...  Buy me a Ko-Fi

Commissions also now available.", "writing": "[center][b]Watching the Wild Boy Again[/b]\n[i]By: Gabriel Drake[/i][/center]\n\nMarck settled into a plush stool at the marbled kitchen counter to munch on some toast smothered in sweet, gooey jam. It had certainly been a whirlwind of a morning. He was jolted awake by a frantic phone call from Dr. Riverside asking him to babysit for Remmy again. Bleary-eyed and half-asleep, he hadn't expected to give up his precious Saturday, but she pleaded with him, explaining that she was called into work unexpectedly and her husband was out of town on business. The promise of extra pay was tempting, but it was the prospect of another wild day with the adventurous young otter that really got him moving. He hastily explained the situation to his confused parents, threw on some clothes, and rushed over.\n\nBarely through the front door, Eliza shoved some crisp bills into his hand with a hasty explanation of spending money, before dashing out in her scrubs. \"Hospital emergency,\" she muttered apologetically as she flew out the door. Marck shook his head with a smirk. Never a dull moment in this household.\n\nHe took another bite of toast as he thought about the day ahead with the wild child. His semi-hard penis twitched in his shorts at the memories of their last encounter. Remmy was so curious, so fearless...and deliciously adorable with that button nose and cute tail. A noise from upstairs interrupted his thoughts: the thump of paws hitting the floor and the pad of footsteps crossing a room. Remmy was up.\n\nA few minutes later, Marck heard the toilet flush, then water running in the bathroom. Remmy bounded down the stairs, rubbing sleep from his big blue eyes. He was clad only in a loose pair of pajama pants, his furry tummy on full display. \"Marck!\" the pup barked mid-yawn, giving him a sleepy smile showing off his clear excitement. \"What’re you doing here?\"\n\n“Your mom called me over to keep you company while she rushed off to the hospital,” Marck explained casually, his eyes twinkling with amusement at the cub's wide-eyed excitement. The cloudy, sleepy haze evaporated as clearly some gears were already turning in Remmy’s mind about the unexpected fun they could have today. “You hungry? What do wild boys eat for breakfast?”\n\nRemmy flashed a cheeky, determined grin, his whiskers twitching. “We only eat banana pancakes with chocolate chips,” he stated firmly, as if it was a known fact.\n\nMarck chuckled at the clever cub's transparent ploy. He doubted very much that banana and chocolate chip pancakes were a typical breakfast for the growing pup, but if a special treat would make the otter happy, he was more than willing to play along. “Hmmm. I think I can manage that,” he feigned consideration, doing his best to suppress a smirk. “But, I’m gonna need a helper. Can you be my sous chef?”\n\nWithout waiting for an answer, Marck stood and tossed a cheery pink apron printed with grinning strawberries at the cub with a wink. “Put this on. Protection is important in the kitchen!\"\n\nRemmy caught it and slid the loops over his head, tying the sash around his waist with an excited flourish. “I'm ready, chef!” he declared enthusiastically.\n\nMarck pretended to scrutinize him with a critical eye. \"Hmmm...I don't know. You look a bit... overdressed for my kitchen,\" he teased, fighting back a grin. Remmy glanced down at the apron uncertainly. \"Lose the pants if you plan on helping me make pancakes,\" Marck instructed flirtatiously.\n\nThe young otter's cheeks pinked, but his blue eyes sparkled with eagerness. Without hesitation, he shimmied out of the pajama bottoms, letting them pool around his ankles. He stepped out of them confidently, kicking them aside. The apron was tied snugly around his bare waist, the lower hem hanging past his knees. Remmy stood proudly, tail swishing. \"Better?\"\n\n\"Better!\" Marck agreed approvingly as he admired Remmy's perky, fuzz-covered otter bottom peeking out from under the “Cute and Cooking” apron. They set about making pancakes together, a flurry of activity that was only occasionally interrupted by Marck stealing glances at Remmy's adorable exposed behind. The sight of the cub's furry cheeks jigging as he mixed batter never failed to delight.\n\nWith the ease of experience, they whipped up a veritable tower of fluffy banana-chocolate chip pancakes, carefully layered on a sunny yellow plate. Marck poured them each a glass of icy milk and they sat down to dig in. Remmy's whiskers were soon sticky with syrup as he chattered excitedly between bites, crumbs tumbling down his fuzzy chest.\n\n\"So, what do you want to do today?\" Marck asked the otter conversationally, syrup dripping from his own muzzle as he took a bite of super-sugary pancake. \n\n\"Mmm pwomised we 'ould go to the pawk,\" Remmy said around a mouthful of sweet pancake, his blue eyes bright with hope. He watched Marck expectantly, his ottertail flicking. He noted how the change in plans seemed to dampen Remmy's spirits almost imperceptibly. The otter looked a little forlorn that his mom wasn't there to take him...but then his eyes lit up with relief and anticipation as he remembered who he was with now.\n\nMarck had to admit, a sunshine-soaked day surrounded by buzzing insects and the rustle of leaves wasn't his usual idea of fun. He’d honestly rather stay home and play games, but the prospect of an outdoor adventure with his wild, adventurous companion suddenly sounded a bit more appealing. Maybe it would be good for him to get outside the house for once.\n\n\"Sure! A day at the park sounds great, little man,\" Marck agreed with a warm smile, reaching over to wipe a dab of syrup off Remmy's pink button nose as the cub swallowed the mouthful. The cub beamed, bouncing in his seat. \"First, let's get this mess cleaned up, leave a note in case your mom comes home early, then we'll head out!\"\n\n\"Yay!\" Remmy said with determined enthusiasm. \"And maybe...if we get hot, we can wade in the creek at the park! I'm a great swimmer 'cause I'm an otter!\" he added proudly, flexing his little arms. Then with a mischievous grin added, “And I can show you a secret my Uncle Tommy showed me?”\n\nRemmy's declaration sent a thrill through Marck, his whiskers twitching with anticipation. If Remmy's Uncle Tommy was involved, whatever this secret was, it was bound to be naughty...and right up Marck's alley. After all, this was the uncle that taught the cub how to give such amazing blowjobs. The older pup's mind raced with all the delicious possibilities as he helped Remmy locate a t-shirt with his favorite cartoon character, the fabric so thin it was nearly transparent across his fuzzy chest. Remmy seemed oblivious to how adorable he looked in his snug shorts, riding up to reveal the plump undercurve of his round little bottom with every hop and skip.\n\nMarck wrote a note for Eliza in case she returned before they did, packed a bag with water bottles, granola bars and sunscreen, and gave the house a once-over to make sure all was in order. Then they were out the door, with Remmy pattering excitedly beside the German Shephard’s longer strides along the sun-dappled sidewalk.\n\nThe park was just a few blocks away, an oasis of green that Marck had only visited a handful of times before. Childhood incidents with bullies on the playground had largely tarnished the experience for him, and he hadn't been back since. But reconnoitering the area with his wild, adventurous friend at his side, his perspective swiftly began to change.\n\nRemmy chattered animatedly as they approached along the path, his rudder tail held high, describing one of his favorite cartoons with rapid-fire enthusiasm. His big blue eyes sparkled with thrill for the adventure ahead, and his paws were restless with excitement. Marck was content to let him, hanging on the cub's every word as they took in the expanse of the park. \n\nTwo baseball diamonds lay fallow in the afternoon sun, fibrous red clay glittering. Soccer pitches stretched languidly into the distance, dotted with a few pickup games here and there. The basketball court was a hub of activity, the steady beat of bouncing balls and shouts punctuating the air. The park seemed a lot more friendly to him now that he was older and seeing it with new eyes.\n\nRemmy grabbed Marck's hand, his pads warm and a little sticky from the syrup, and pulled him along the creekside path with obvious enthusiasm. The creek was the epitome of tranquility, its burbling waters shaded by a majestic oak, leaves just starting to tinge with the hues of fall. Golden dapples of sunlight filtered through the canopy, making the water sparkle invitingly. The perfect place for a curious otter to cool off.\n\n\nMarck's gaze was drawn to the narrow, meandering creek, gurgling along the tree-lined park border as Remmy led him. There, dappled fish darted just under the surface, leaves floating peacefully downstream. And soon, he knew, Remmy would be leading him to the big reveal. Something in his belly fluttered with anticipation.\n\nFinally, Remmy stopped short in front of a small yellow adobe structure, its plaster chipped and stained, sporting a brown metal roof. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement. \"This is it! This is what I wanted to show you!\" he declared proudly.\n\nMarck squinted dubiously at the dilapidated little building, bewildered. \"You wanted to show me a restroom?\" he asked, perplexed, his tail twitching.\n\n\"No, silly,\" Remmy pouted adorably, flicking his tiny otter ears. \"It's inside. Come on.\" Dropping his paws, the cub wiggled the door handle and pushed inside.\n\nMarck followed, the heavy metal door thudding shut behind them with a clang that echoed off the tiled walls. The air inside was thick and stale, reeking overpoweringly of aged piss and stale testosterone. The acrid scent curled in Marck's nose, sending a shiver of taboo thrills down his spine as he recalled Remmy's excited reactions to being marked by an alpha. Maybe the cub wanted to repeat that experience.\n\nThe small room was dimly illuminated by some cloudy-glassed skylights in the ceiling, casting harsh shadows over the dingy space. A long trough urinal lined one wall, crusty with yellow stains. Opposite it were a few chipped porcelain sinks with exposed pipes, dribbling steady streams of rust-tinted water. The tile underpaw was grimy and slick, littered with damp, balled-up paper towels.\n\nRemmy turned to face Marck as the door clanked shut behind them, his cheeks flushed with excitement. \"Isn't it perfect?\" he asked, blue eyes wide and round.\n\nMarck had to admit, it was...if you had a particular kink in mind. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated as the implications began to dawn. \"Perfect for what?\" he asked slowly, his tail fur beginning to bush out.\n\nRemmy's answer to his question was a bit cryptic but loaded with innuendo as he dragged a bemused Marck towards the larger of the two stalls lining the back wall. \"I gotta pee,\" the cub said simply, already unsnapping his shorts as Marck shut the graffiti-covered metal door behind them.\n\nThe diminished space was a bit cramped for two, the dirty tile floor just big enough to accommodate them comfortably. But Remmy didn't seem to mind or even notice, too preoccupied with his eager task. He dropped his tiny shorts around his ankles, momentarily presenting his fuzzy bottom hole to Marck, pink and inviting. He settled his paws on his hips as the adventurous otter let loose with a powerful stream, splattering noisily into the grimy toilet bowl.\n\nMarck's sheath twitched at the sight, a weighty warmth beginning to gather in his loins. The cub glanced over at him expectantly, still peeing. \"Don't you need to go too?\" he asked hopefully, his fluffy tail thumping hopefully against the partition wall. \n\nThe little cub had an obvious piss kink and he remembered the last time he had hosed the cub down, marking him with his scent. \"I think I might,\" Marck replied, his voice turning a bit husky as he freed his thickening member from its sheath. The red flesh bobbed as it began to lengthen, pulsing with eagerness as he was already poking out of his sheath. He stepped up to the bowl beside Remmy and aimed the tip of his dick towards the bowl and relaxed his bladder.\n\nBut rather than pissing in the porcelain, the otter cub had turned and caught Marck’s cock in his mouth. The teen pup wasn’t exactly surprised. Instead he was even more turned on as Remmy sucked the sensitive tip, his cheeks puffing out adorably as Marck let loose his stream. The little siren sucked in the canine’s piss, swallowing with an obscene gulping sound. Marck groaned as he felt the cub's throat muscles working around his tip, massaging, pulling his spraying cock deeper into his maw. He tangled his fingers in the cub's silky headfur.\n\nRemmy purred, enjoying the depraved act, a content little smile pinching the corners of his eyes shut in bliss. He released Marck's dick with a lewd pop which splattered a few droplets of uncaught urine to the floor and grinned, wiping his muzzle. \"That was yummy,\" the cub slurred happily as he rubbed his tummy, clearly drunk on the experience. \"Let's do it again!\"\n\n\"You really love piss don't you, wild boy?\" Marck asked with a smirk as he looked down at the dribbling, somewhat maniacal grin on Remmy's face. He could see the otter's small pink member glistening with spent piss in the pale sunlight, and his breathing was short and excited. Sure enough, the cub's widening smile answered the question, but before a reply could leave the young otter's muzzle the telltale squeal of the restroom door being pushed open interrupted them. \n\nIn strode a pair of cleats, their metal tips clacking on the concrete. Remmy gave a fake, hacking cough, and the cleats changed direction and entered the stall next to theirs. A soccer cleat clad foot came into view, momentarily distracting Marck. He raised an eyebrow at the cub and was about to whisper a question. Remmy pressed a furry finger to his maw in the universal signal for silence, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously.\n\nAs Marck watched, the occupant in the next stall over tapped his right foot twice in some kind of secret code. Remmy responded in kind, then pulled aside a bit of cloth that Marck hadn’t noticed before. It had been draped over a hole cut in the worn partition wall. A furry sheath bobbed just on the other side. A young teen had hooked his soccer shorts under his balls and pushed his canine member through the gap. \"Hurry up, I don't have much time,\" he gasped urgently, \"Match's about to start...\"\n\nMarck was a bit surprised at how quickly the cub bent and took the proffered dick into his maw without a moment's hesitation. He watched with a potent mixture of envy and erotic fascination as Remmy enthusiastically pleasured the anonymous cock thrust through the hole. The sight of the young otter slobbering obscenely, slurping and moaning around the stranger’s meat, was intensely hot. He found himself idly stroking his own cock, slick pre-cum dripping over his fingers, as he observed the scene. He was envious of both the recipient and the giver.\n\nIt dawned on him that the voice spurring Remmy on sounded strangely familiar...Marck puzzled over where he might have heard it before. Was this Remmy's classmate? A peer at his school? The thought both disturbed and titillated him.\n\nSensing Marck's presence leaning in close behind him, Remmy drew back. The cub looked back at him with a questioning gaze as he pumped the sheath snug around the base of his teen’s length. The full member sprang out, fully revealing mottled-pink, knotted cock throbbing invitingly. \"Fuck. Don't stop. I need to bust,\" the pup rutted, his hips bucking with increasing urgency. \n\nThe knot was fully exposed, engorged with blood and urgency, swaying lewdly in Remmy’s paw with each thrust. He couldn’t help but compare this other canine’s cock against his own. It was a bit smaller and thinner, but still very tempting. Remmy stroked him slowly, glancing expectantly at his babysitter with an impish grin. \"Your turn,\" he mouthed, soundlessly.\n\nTimidly, Marck dropped to his knees, mimicking the otter's example, and sucked the narrow cockhead into his muzzle with a lewd slurp. He slobbered on the cockhead, trying to guess from the moans what he should do to bring the most pleasure. He bobbed his head, sliding more of the length into his throat, groin tingling with taboo thrill. Knowing that Remmy was watching him added to the intoxicating debauchery of this act. \n\nHowever, the familiar groan of the door and a second pair of cleated footfalls, made him hesitate. Someone else had entered the restroom. \"Hurry up, Kev,\" came another voice. \"Why do you always use this stinky pisshole before a match?\" That voice Marck recognized instantly. Jake was the constant donkey companion of Kevin, the Doberman soccer star player who was set to lead their school to another district championship this year.\n\nMarck nearly choked on the cock he was servicing as recognition crashed over him in a powerful wave. Kevin was the soccer captain and one of the most popular guys at their school...and he was blowing him? In a public restroom? The realization sent an electric thrill racing through him, his heart pounding like a jackhammer. He could feel the combined weight of Kevin's anticipation and urgent need pulsing in his muzzle.\n\n\"Shit,\" muttered Kevin as his hips rocked rhythmically in a heated rut. Suddenly, with a guttural moan, the cock in Marck's throat began to spurt, heavy ropes of cum flooding his tongue. Instinctively, Marck pushed his head down further forcing the cock in deeper as he massaged Kevin's pulsing tip with his throat muscles.\n\n\"Fuckin' swallow my nut,\" Kevin grunted under his breath, the fires of climax making him momentarily lose control. The teen banged his hips against the partition hard enough to make Marck worry he might knock it loose from the wall.\n\nJake got the wrong idea entirely when he heard his friend's whimpered grunts of climax, mistaking Kevin's sounds of pained ecstasy for something far different. Kevin's thrusting stalled as he tried to stifle his volume, his hips quivering. \"You okay, Kev?\" Jake asked.\n\nTo Marck's horror, a telltale creak of a door indicated that Jake had opened the other stall’s door...probably to check on his friend. There was a moment of shocked, loaded silence, punctuated only by Kevin's sharp exhale as he filled Marck's throat one last time with his cum. Dread bloomed icily in the pit of Marck's stomach as he imagined what Jake must be seeing...and the fact that he was on the receiving end of their star athlete's load.\n\n\"Holy shit,\" Jake breathed, his voice tight with shock. Marck heard Kevin sputter something unintelligible, His hips jerked fitfully, still caught-up in unloading in Marck's mouth, Remmy watched wide-eyed and Jake snickered. As Kevin’s orgasm subsided, he pulled his cock out of Marck's mouth with a lewd slurp and spurted the last remnants of his load across the hole in the partition. His muscular flanks quivered and twitched. There were a few seconds of strained silence before Jake quietly added, \"Damn Kevin.\" \n\nRemmy let the cloth fall back over the hole as Marck whipped an errant streak of teen jizz from his chin. Remmy reached out and grabbed his paw and licked the remnants of Kevin’s load from his digits. He must have been a bit jealous that Marck was the one who got to swallow the teen pup’s squirting cum. The two shared a smile as they huddled next to each other in the stall while the teens on the other side of the partition seemed to be having a whispered debate.\n\nMarck heard Kevin say louder, \"Get your dick in there, J.\" \n\nJake hesitated, taken aback by his friend’s suggestion. \"But I'm not gay,\" he protested lamely, trying to salvage his reputation. Kevin, however, having just had his friend watch his load swallowed by an anonymous anthro , wasn't buying it.\n\n\"You just watched me nut,\" he reminded Jake, his voice calm but fierce with post-orgasm intensity. “And I’m gonna do the same. That way, I know you won't rat me out.\" Marck could hear the sounds of a brief scuffle and then the unmistakable sight of a six-inch horse cock lifting the cloth barrier as it poked through the hole. Jake must have squirmed a bit, trying to maintain some sense of dignity, which made his cock bounce enticingly. But Kevin must have held him firmly in place.\n\nRemmy didn't need to be asked. He went straight to work on the equine appendage, humming appreciatively as he sucked in the proffered cock. His soft fur brushed against Marck's arm as he bobbed his head, slurping and moaning, making happy little noises that spoke to his enjoyment of the task at hand. Marck was extremely turned on knowing two popular \"straight\" bros were on the other side of the partition getting serviced by a young otter. His own cock throbbed with excitement, bigger and more impressive than either of the teens in the other stall.\n\nAs he watched Remmy sucking Jake's cock, he couldn't help but wonder what was going through the minds of the two jocks on the other side. Did they like the feeling of the young otter's mouth on their cocks? Did they like the lewd noises he was making? Did they think about how they were breaking the norms of society for a cheap thrill? As the sounds of Jake's moans began to grow louder, Marck knew that he was close to reaching the point of no return. \n\nWith a gasp, he felt his cock twitch as Jake’s cock began to throb, preparing to explode in Remmy's hungry mouth. He felt a surge of dominance, knowing that he had played a part in bringing the top dog, er...donkey? to his knees.\n\nMarck's heart raced as Kevin coached Jake through his climax, his voice sultry and almost desperate sounding. \"Feels good, doesn't it?\" he murmured, his excitement palpable. He seemed just as eager for the donkey to cum.\n\nJake didn't respond...he couldn't. His entire being was focused on the impending load building in his throbbing cock, preparing to explode in Remmy's hungering mouth. \"Shit. I'm gonna shoot,\" he whimpered pathetically, his hips bucking wildly. But the hungry little otter just moaned around his cock, slurping Jake's precum as if it were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. He was obviously eager for the donkey's load.\n\nAnd he didn't have to wait long. With a heroic effort, Jake managed to hold out for a few seconds more before his balls finally pulsed, his cock spasming as he unloaded shot after shot of hot cum into Remmy's mouth. The otter shuddered, his entire body stiffening as his throat worked to swallow what seemed to be a big load. His tail thrashed wildly, slapping against Marck's knee as the cub milked the last few spurts from Jake's cock. Remmy's body convulsed with pleasure.\n\nMarck was just about ready to explode himself, eager to join the other teen in his orgasmic bliss. But he held back, wanting to prolong the moment and maybe even share it with Remmy. He wanted to put his own load in the cub as well but he would have to wait his turn.\n\nJust as Remmy pulled back, his muzzle dripping with cum and his throat still convulsing from swallowing the donkey's load, Kevin spoke up once more. \"Alright, let's go. Coach'll be looking for us if we don't hurry,\" he reminded Jake. With a lewd slurp, Jake drew his still-throbbing member from the glory hole, leaving the cub wanting more. The jocks hurriedly left the restroom with a rush of metal cleats on the gritty concrete.\n\nAs their footsteps receded, Marck realized he had a million questions he wanted to ask the cub. How often was he sucking anonymous cocks in this dirty stall? How many previous encounters had there been with Kevin? Were there any other kids from school getting their rocks off in the otter's willing mouth? The implications swirled in his head, making him dizzy with taboo excitement.\n\nBut right now he needed to cum. His balls were aching as he stood, and the sight of Remmy's cum-dripping muzzle was too much to bear. \"Suck my fucking cock, you little perv,\" he grunted as he thrust his hard red teenhood towards Remmy's face, desperate to feel the warm wetness of the otter's throat muscles caressing him.\n\nRemmy smiled wildly, Jake's cum still on his lips and his eyes shining with eagerness. He was so ready to take another load, he was practically drooling. The young pup lunged for Marck's cock, plunging his mouth over the head and swallowing as much of the throbbing shaft as he could manage in one go. He gulped and slobbered around the invading member, moaning with the pleasure of servicing another cock.\n\nMarck was eager to fuck the cute little otter's face, he figured it would only take a handful of quick thrusts and he'd be squirting his load down Remmy's throat. However, he only got to bump his knot against a cub's lips a couple times before they were stilled to silence as the metal door groaned open again. Remmy continued to suckle his shaft as they heard tentative footfalls enter the room.\n\nThe pair froze at the sound of the adult's voice, Marck's thrusts pausing in mid-air. He was still buried knot-deep in Remmy's warm, wet throat, the cub's tongue swirling lewdly around his sensitive cockhead. But the unfamiliar voice echoing in the dingy bathroom was enough to make them both pause what they were doing. \"You in here, Remmy?\" the voice asked. \n\nThe pup's twinkling eyes and eager nod confirmed it was someone he knew...and liked. Remmy released Marck's throbbing cock with a wet splorch, his muzzle dripping with spit and pre-cum. \"Uncle Tommy,\" he chirped happily.\n\n\"Well, well, well,\" drawled the newcomer, whose shoes scraped on the grimy tile as he ambled over. \"I figured you were in here, sucking some lucky bastard's cock when I saw those two grinning idiots leave just now. When I saw the note at your house, I figured you'd ditched your babysitter to come down here to get your pretty face fucked...again.\" The older otter chortled, and Marck could hear the faint rustle of fabric and the sound of a zipper as the man settled into the stall opposite theirs. \"How 'bout you hop over here, give your favorite uncle a little suck, huh?\"\n\nRemmy glanced at Marck with an eager-to-please grin, his innocent blue eyes round with anticipation. \"Come on, Uncle Tommy\" he breathed. Marck stepped to the side to not be seen through the hole. \"Just give it to me,\" Remmy positioned his face next to the gap again as a small, pale red otter cock was shoved through. Sure it was bigger than Remmy’s cock, and similar, but was not even as big as the two teens that had left moments ago and definitely not nearly as big as Marck’s. But the cub wasted no time servicing his uncle's cock. It was a deeply erotic tableau.\n\n\"As eager as ever I see,\" Tommy grunted approvingly, his voice tinged with a slight guttural rumble that matched his age. There was a distinct lewd slurping sound as Remmy, his nephew, went to town on his length, slobbering and moaning with familiar ease. \"You've become quite the little slut.\"\n\nThe simple, filthy praise made Marck's cock throb, his knot pulsing with the urgent need to fill Remmy's throat. It seemed strange that Remmy's own uncle was encouraging his debauchery, but Marck couldn't deny the hot, erotic thrill it sent coursing through him. And, as he listened to the squelching sounds of incestuous pleasure, Marck realized with dawning excitement, that he might just have to join in.\n\nAs Marck knelt on the grimy floor, using his discarded shorts as a makeshift blanket, the musky scent of Remmy's boy sweat wafted up to meet his nostrils, making his cock ache with desire. He gently lifted the otter's rudder tail, exposing his pink tail hole, quivering with excitement. He leaned in, his warm, wet tongue slathering the sensitive ring of muscle in saliva, flicking in and out as he tasted the cub’s treat.\n\nRemmy's muffled moans filled the air, his voice vibrating around the cock in his mouth. He wriggled with pleasure, bucking his hips to take more of his uncle into his eager throat and more of Marck’s tongue across his pucker. The sight nearly made Marck erupt right then and there.\n\n\"You really love sucking your uncle, don't you?\" Uncle Tommy said, punctuating the air with his thrusts. His voice sounded slightly muffled, as if he were speaking through gritted teeth. \"I can hear you eagerly moaning for my load. Maybe I should come over there so you can properly...suck...me.\"\n\nMarck froze at the warning, his tongue still as he weighed his options. Did he dare fuck the tight, willing cub right here on the bathroom floor? The thrill of being caught by Remmy's uncle only heightened his arousal, his cock throbbing with needy urgency. Bite the bullet, he thought to himself. You'll regret it if you don't.\n\n\"Or maybe you'd rather be sucking that cute babysitter?\" the older otter asked, his voice dripping with salacious suggestion. Marck's eyes widened in shock as his cock, slick with pre-cum, began to soften as his nerves got the best of him. He paused, unsure of how to proceed, when he heard Tommy's next words. \"I saw that cute tickle fight on your mom’s nanny cam and it looked like you pissed on him. I know you both went into the bathroom together.\" His words were punctuated by the soft squelch of his cock slipping out of Remmy’s mouth.\n\nRemmy pulled back, his expression one of surprise...but mostly eagerness. \"Y-yeah...\" he admitted, his voice shy. \"He's got a big one, too. His sheath was slapping against his belly as he walked around the house, naked...I couldn't help but watch...\" The words sent a delicious shiver up Marck's spine.\n\n\"I saw that too.\" Tommy chuckled darkly, his small, saliva-drenched cock twitching lewdly through the hole. \"I could have told your mom...but I didn't. Fuck, he's hot. Bet he shoots a big load, too.\"\n\nRemmy glanced back over his shoulder at Marck, his blue eyes wide but eager. \"It tasted so good. I couldn't swallow it all...he makes so much.\" The pup ground his hips back, smooshing his tight tailhole flush against his thick shaft. \"I want him inside my tailhole so bad...\"\n\nMarck could feel his face flush at the praise and the intensity of the situation. As he looked into Remmy's eyes, he knew there was no going back now. His cock was rock hard again. He took a deep breath and began to push his tip against the willing rim of the otter's hole. His mind hazed over with the electric thrill of being caught by Remmy's uncle, whose cock lurched and jumped wetly, as well as the intense, overwhelming need to release his pent-up load.\n\n\"Get your mouth back on my cock, boy. I need to squirt and then I gotta get to work. Fuuuck.\" The last drawn out syllable came just as Remmy turned his head and swallowed his little member. Marck could hear Uncle Tommy's strained, guttural moans as Remmy's head bobbed frantically, slurping and moaning around the elder otter's cock. \"I need to bust a nut, boy. Keep sucking just like that...fuck!\" The older male's words were punctuated by the cubic indention of his nephew's cheeks as he took him deep into his throat.\n\nMarck was slowly, methodically forcing his way into the tight, furry vise that was Remmy's tailhole. His pelvic muscles clenched with the effort even as he spurted out more precum to lubricate the intrusion. He could feel the otter's body resisting his thick cock, his pink rim rippling along the invader as it slowly eased open. He was working himself deeper...deeper...\n\n\"I've trained you too well, little Rem,\" Tommy rasped, his voice tight with ecstasy. “\"Your mouth is like heaven on my cock.” Marck could just imagine the blissful expression on the man's face, his eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure. \"You were clever to try to avoid the nanny cam in the living room though. I bet he sucked your little cock in return. Slurped on your little spike until you made your dry cummies.\"\n\nMarck was palming the slick sheath of Remmy's cock, feeling it twitch and pulse in his grasp. Its silky texture, coupled with the pressure of his cock against the tight entrance, was mind-blowing. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself together much longer. The tightness, Remmy’s uncle narrating their previous debauchery, all of it was pushing him to his limit.\n\n\"Or maybe he rimmed your tight little boy hole,\" Uncle Tommy suggested. With a lurch, Marck sank half his length into Remmy's scorching hole, the ring of muscle giving way suddenly around him like butter melting under his heat as he felt the cub’s cock lurching under his palm. Remmy was having one of those dry cummies right now.\n\nRemmy moaned around Uncle Tommy's cock, the vibrations tickling the sensitive shaft. Marck could feel the otters's desperate need as his hole tightened around his cock, gripping him like a vice as he orgasmed and shot his load deep inside the cub. He covered his mouth with his paw to stifle his grunts and moans.\n\n\"Aww, fuck. Here it cums, little ott. Swallow your uncle's nasty load!\" Tommy grunted loudly as he shot his cock snot into Remmy's mouth. His voice and the groaning that followed were enough to cover up Marck's panted gasping; the words were so lewd that they sent another shudder through Marck's body.\n\nHe barely managed to keep his own moans in check as he continued to cum hard, his cock throbbing inside the hot, tight hole that gripped him. He couldn't believe what he was doing, how far he had let himself go...and yet, he couldn't bring himself to care. Not at that moment. Not as his cock pulsed with release, filling Remmy up with his hot seed.\n\nMarck couldn't believe what had just transpired in this dingy, dirty bathroom stall. He had just climaxed, blowing a load inside the cute little otter kneeling in front of him, his pert bottom raised high as he came. The convulsing of Remmy's little orgasm had pushed his cock most of the way out, but the tip of his cock still was encased in the boy’s dripping hole. His thick cock pulsed weakly, dripping with the evidence of their coupling. He was still bathed in the afterglow of orgasm, his thoughts still hazy from pleasure.\n\n\"That was amazing, as always, Remmy,\" came the distant, muffled words from Uncle Tommy. Marck struggled to comprehend them through the fog of euphoria clouding his mind. \"Shit, I'm going to be late for work,\" the older otter muttered as he hastily zipped up his pants and left the stall with a shouted, “Love you!” Marck heard the muted sound of Remmy gulping down the last mouthful of Uncle Tommy's cum before responding with a quiet, \"Love you too,\" to his uncle's parting words. Seconds later, the outer door banged shut, signaling the older otter's departure. They were alone.\n\nMarck looked down at the sated, panting cub kneeling before him. His cock was twitching, still hard even after his orgasm. Remmy's fur tail fur was matted with sweat from exertion and his spunk. The otter's cheeks twitched as he smiled over his shoulder at his babysitter, his plump muzzle still glistening with his uncle's seed.\n\n\"That was the best, Marck,\" the cub breathed, his eyes dreamy. \"You put it in my butt...it felt so nice. You filled me up so good. I loved every second.\"\n\n\"I...should have asked first,\" Marck stammered nervously, still struggling to maintain coherency through the fog of ecstasy. He couldn't believe just how insatiable this little otter was.\n\n\"I wanted you to,\" Remmy whimpered, biting his upper lip, one little sharp fang sticking out as he panted. He grinding his rump back against Marck's sensitive cock once more. \"I wanted you to use me. But you didn't put it all in,\" the wild cub continued, his chuffs coming faster now, his tail thrashing with need. \"Think you can go again?\"\n\nIt was surreal. Remmy was begging him for more. Wanting Marck to take him again, even harder this time. \"You're incorrigible,\" Marck gasped, thrusting a little deeper into the warm, tight hole. The previous load was lubricating Marck's cock, allowing him to slip in just a bit easier than before.\n\n\"Please. Stick it in again.\" The otter's black nose wrinkled with need as he pushed his furry butt back, presenting himself wantonly. \"Please fuck me,\" he whimpered, his voice breaking with lustful pleading.\n\nMarck carefully observed Remmy's reactions as he sank another couple inches into the otter's tight hole, his canine cock stretching the cub wider. He wanted to take things a bit slower this time, to enjoy the moment and make it last. He loved the sounds Remmy made, the sexy whimpering it elicited.\n\n\"So...how many times have you sucked off Kevin in this stall?\" he asked, his voice unsteady from the exertion. The question was burning a hole in his brain, and he needed to know the answer before he continued.\n\n\"A few,\" Remmy admitted, his breath hitching as Marck gently eased himself in further. His pleased whines were reassurance that the cub was not in any pain, but enjoying it immensely. \"I sucked him off before a soccer match a couple months ago...and I try to come back each Saturday.\"\n\nMarck panted, sweat beading on his brow as he held himself still, pushing deeper inside the tight, willing hole than he had before, but was still only about halfway in. Remmy was just too small to accommodate him fully, and the teen fought against the natural instincts to force himself in. He began to gently hump instead, long slow strokes as half his cock entered the cub's cute bubble butt.\n\n\"He's in my grade,\" Marck remarked, a hint of incredulity lacing his voice. \"A serious jock with a hot girlfriend...I can't believe the school’s soccer star has been getting his cock sucked by a naughty little otter like you.\"\n\nThe young otter was starting to get into the rhythm of their coupling now, matching Marck's thrusts with eager pushes of his own. \"He hasn't seen me, but he knows I'm younger than him,\" Remmy confessed, his breath catching as Marck pushed a bit deeper. He was still speaking, his voice hitching each time their hips came closer together, but he seemed more and more preoccupied with the sensations building between them. Marck could feel his knot growing large again, but wasn’t sure if he should try to force it inside. \"He's kinda sweet...told me he likes girls...but he likes boys more.\"\n\nMarck stored that information away for later consideration. Not that it would change much, but at least he wasn't isolated in his desires. It was a bit comforting knowing that someone else he knew felt the same. But he didn't let himself get too caught up in such thoughts, choosing to focus on the present and the sight of Remmy's thick tail whipping back and forth as he moved to meet his thrusts. The desperate little yips that escaped the pup's snout each time they thrust together spurred him on, encouraged him to try and keep them both on the edge for as long as possible.\n\n\"You have the best cock,\" Remmy panted, his voice turned breathy and strained. \"You're so much bigger than anyone else...and you let me drink your pee...\" He lewdly praised Marck's prowess, gasping and whimpering at the pleasurable invasion of his body. \"I can be dirty with you.\"\n\nMarck let loose a small growl, feeling a surge of pride and desire flood through him at the cub's words. He was in control, giving Remmy this experience, and the otter was loving every moment. No longer concerned with the cub’s discomfort, he drove in as deep as he could, brushing his knot against the oversensitive outer edges of that hole.\n\n\"Ohh. I can feel your knot,\" Remmy grunted. \"You're in me so deep.\" Marck kept driving in a little harder each time as Remmy seemed to relish the pleasure of getting fucked. \"Please stick it in me,\" he hissed. \n\n\"You're such a little slut,\" Marck growled, feeling a feral surge of desire wash over him, seeing Remmy's eager submission. \"Getting fucked by your babysitter in a nasty bathroom and asking me to knot you.\" He ground his knot against the tight rim. The previous load was helping him to open up the young otter, slick and hot against his shaft. \"I'm gonna shove this knot in you so hard, you won't be able to sit for a week.\"\n\nThe young otter shuddered, his small form shaking as he thrust back against the large canine fucking him. \"Fuck!\" The word flowed effortlessly from the foul-mouthed cub's maw, his eyes shown with lust. \"I'm a nasty, wild boy and deserve to get fucked hard and have my butt filled with your knot. Knot me, please.\"\n\nMarck's desire to dominate the boy was overwhelming, his hips thrusting forward without conscious thought. He gripped the otter's shuddering tail, holding him in place as he pounded against the clenching hole. He couldn't help himself, wanting so desperately to be balls-deep inside the hot, needy boy. \"I was just thinking it's too big to go inside you...but nasty boys deserve to have their holes plugged,\" Marck hissed, feeling his climax beginning to build. He grunted, the sounds animalistic and filled with need, his hips slapping hard and fast against the otter's shuddering, upturned bottom.\n\n\"Fuck me harder!\" Remmy cried, his small body writhing with need. Marck was pounding into the young otter with wild abandon, his paws gripping Remmy's hips hard enough to leave imprints. \"I'm getting that feeling again!\" he gasped, furiously thrusting back to meet each of Marck's deep strokes.\n\nHis knot might have been too large to fully enter Remmy's tight ass, but that wasn't stopping Marck from trying to bury it inside the squirming, begging boy. His eyes rolled with desire, his breathing harsh and ragged. \"Wild boys deserve to be bred,\" the older pup grunted, thrusting hard and deep.\n\nHe paused to lubricate his knot with a copious mouthful of spit, noting with smug satisfaction how the slick liquid made Remmy's hole quiver and tighten around his invasion. \"Don't stop. I'm so close,\" the young cub whined, his legs trembling with the effort it took to keep himself upright under Marck's onslaught.\n\n\"Shut up and take my fucking cock.\" His knot sank in nearly halfway before the otter's shuddering body forced it back out. So close. \"Here comes my knot.\" He thrust back in just as hard and this time his knot hovered right at the halfway point, caught between the precipice of claiming the cub and being ejected once more. Remmy cried out as his hole was pried open and with one little push back, the knot was sucked up into the boy's body with a resounding “schluck.”\n\nThe cub's eyes rolled, his face a mask of pleasure and pain. He cried out, whimpering, begging for Marck to release him. \"It's too big. Take it out,\" he mewled, sounding on the verge of tears.\n\nBarely clinging to the last vestiges of self-control, Marck growled and began thrusting again, knowing it was too late to pull out now. If he didn't keep moving, if he didn’t fully claim that tight, clamping heat that had him so ensnared right now, it would only lengthen his tie. He lost himself in the sensation, right on the edge on filling the cub anew.\n\nAs Remmy cried out in pain, Marck reacted on instinct, reaching down to grip the otter's hard little spike in his paw, stroking him to help him forget the hurt. The whimpering cub's cock pulsed against his palm, as Remmy sought to stain the floor with cum in a series of rapid, but empty, bursts. Marck couldn't be certain the boy was enjoying it, he was beyond caring at the moment, but at least he was having another dry cum.\n\nWith a great wave of possessiveness, Marck felt a sudden surge of cum race up his cock and spurt into Remmy's battered hole. He had claimed the slutty little otter, and he knew it. \"I'm breeding your little cub hole,\" he roared, hips bucking wildly as he coated Remmy's insides. \"You're mine now!\" He punctuated his words with a sharp nip to the nape of the cub's neck.\n\nThey were both panting heavily, sweat and cum dripping onto the concrete, when he felt a hot splash of liquid around his paw. At first, he thought Remmy was truly cumming, but the acrid scent of piss hit his nose a second later. Not entirely surprising, given the roughness of their activity, the older pup thought. But the realization sobered him as the peak of his orgasm passed, and he quickly inspected the cub's neck to make sure he hadn't broken the skin or hurt him too badly.\n\nHe hadn't, but he could feel Remmy's body shivering under him, the otter's small form wracked with sobs. \"Shh, it's okay,\" Marck whispered soothingly, brushing the cub's headfur back with his free hand. \"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?\" He felt a wave of concern wash over him, hoping he hadn't gone too far.\n\nMarck breathed a sigh of relief when Remmy rewarded his concern with a meek smile, his tear-filled eyes shining with the remnants of their deep, taboo union. \"That was amazing,\" the cub whispered, sniffling softly. \"It hurt...but it was so good. I feel like I'm floating.\"\n\nMarck couldn't help himself, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the side of the otter's muzzle. The small gesture seemed to wash away any lingering pain or doubt, Remmy's small smile spreading into a more genuine expression of contentment. Marck continued to rain gentle kisses over Remmy's face, his whiskers tickling the cub, who snorted softly with every lip press. The sound was so endearing, Marck couldn't help but chuckle.\n\nAnd then, as Marck's cock continued to pulse, throb, and fill the little otter with his load, he felt Remmy's small form relax entirely against him. It was the most surreal sensation, his knot trapped inside Remmy's tight, no-longer-virginal hole, wedged deep and shooting his load with strong spurts.\n\nMarck knew they would be bound together for a while, at least until his knot shrank enough for them to separate. Wishing he could take the pain away from the little otter, Marck instead contented himself with stroking Remmy's soft fur, making small circles on his back as he cradled the trembling boy in his arms. \"Let's see if we can make you more comfortable while we wait,\" he said, his voice as soothing as he could make it. He pulled Remmy into his arms, rotating the whimpering cub to sit face-to-face onto his lap even as he sat back. The grim of the bathroom floor long forgotten as he sought only to ease the cub until his knot shrank enough for them to separate. Hopefully, the cub could find some peace in the present, eking out some pleasure from the sticky, white mess that coated the underside of his rump and the floor beneath them.\n\nAs they sat together, Marck could feel the cub's heartbeat against his own chest, and it brought him a sense of warmth and peace he hadn't expected. Despite everything, despite the circumstances and the filth of the bathroom floor, he felt rooted in this moment with his otter, and that thought held him enraptured.\n\n\"Can we do this again?\" Remmy asked incredulously. His voice nearly lost in Marck’s shoulder as the cub nestled in close. \n\n\"Oh, you little slut,\" Marck laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and tickling Remmy's ear. He held the young otter close, realizing that while this had been a completely unplanned thing brought on by the heat of the moment and the closeness of their bodies...it would happen again. He was sure of it. \"Absolutely,\" Marck affirmed, his lips brushing the top of Remmy's head as he spoke. \"Next time, though...let's find someplace a little cleaner, huh?\" He chuckled warmly, tucking his muzzle behind the cub's ears. \"Maybe at home, where we can stretch out and make this last a little longer, hmm?\"\n\nRemmy just sighed in contentment, nestling even closer to Marck's warmth and the security of his hold. His body was still trembling slightly, but his breathing was evening out, the young otter clearly worn out from their intense tryst. \"I'd like that,\" he whispered, nearly lost in the cushion of Marck's shoulder. \"A lot.\"\n\nAnd with that, they sat together in the grimy bathroom, a strange sort of afterglow wrapping around them and maintaining the tender moment until Marck's knot finally shrank enough for him to pull out with a wet “pop.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Watching the Wild Boy Again
By: Gabriel Drake


Marck settled into a plush stool at the marbled kitchen counter to munch on some toast smothered in sweet, gooey jam. It had certainly been a whirlwind of a morning. He was jolted awake by a frantic phone call from Dr. Riverside asking him to babysit for Remmy again. Bleary-eyed and half-asleep, he hadn't expected to give up his precious Saturday, but she pleaded with him, explaining that she was called into work unexpectedly and her husband was out of town on business. The promise of extra pay was tempting, but it was the prospect of another wild day with the adventurous young otter that really got him moving. He hastily explained the situation to his confused parents, threw on some clothes, and rushed over.

Barely through the front door, Eliza shoved some crisp bills into his hand with a hasty explanation of spending money, before dashing out in her scrubs. "Hospital emergency," she muttered apologetically as she flew out the door. Marck shook his head with a smirk. Never a dull moment in this household.

He took another bite of toast as he thought about the day ahead with the wild child. His semi-hard penis twitched in his shorts at the memories of their last encounter. Remmy was so curious, so fearless...and deliciously adorable with that button nose and cute tail. A noise from upstairs interrupted his thoughts: the thump of paws hitting the floor and the pad of footsteps crossing a room. Remmy was up.

A few minutes later, Marck heard the toilet flush, then water running in the bathroom. Remmy bounded down the stairs, rubbing sleep from his big blue eyes. He was clad only in a loose pair of pajama pants, his furry tummy on full display. "Marck!" the pup barked mid-yawn, giving him a sleepy smile showing off his clear excitement. "What’re you doing here?"

“Your mom called me over to keep you company while she rushed off to the hospital,” Marck explained casually, his eyes twinkling with amusement at the cub's wide-eyed excitement. The cloudy, sleepy haze evaporated as clearly some gears were already turning in Remmy’s mind about the unexpected fun they could have today. “You hungry? What do wild boys eat for breakfast?”

Remmy flashed a cheeky, determined grin, his whiskers twitching. “We only eat banana pancakes with chocolate chips,” he stated firmly, as if it was a known fact.

Marck chuckled at the clever cub's transparent ploy. He doubted very much that banana and chocolate chip pancakes were a typical breakfast for the growing pup, but if a special treat would make the otter happy, he was more than willing to play along. “Hmmm. I think I can manage that,” he feigned consideration, doing his best to suppress a smirk. “But, I’m gonna need a helper. Can you be my sous chef?”

Without waiting for an answer, Marck stood and tossed a cheery pink apron printed with grinning strawberries at the cub with a wink. “Put this on. Protection is important in the kitchen!"

Remmy caught it and slid the loops over his head, tying the sash around his waist with an excited flourish. “I'm ready, chef!” he declared enthusiastically.

Marck pretended to scrutinize him with a critical eye. "Hmmm...I don't know. You look a bit... overdressed for my kitchen," he teased, fighting back a grin. Remmy glanced down at the apron uncertainly. "Lose the pants if you plan on helping me make pancakes," Marck instructed flirtatiously.

The young otter's cheeks pinked, but his blue eyes sparkled with eagerness. Without hesitation, he shimmied out of the pajama bottoms, letting them pool around his ankles. He stepped out of them confidently, kicking them aside. The apron was tied snugly around his bare waist, the lower hem hanging past his knees. Remmy stood proudly, tail swishing. "Better?"

"Better!" Marck agreed approvingly as he admired Remmy's perky, fuzz-covered otter bottom peeking out from under the “Cute and Cooking” apron. They set about making pancakes together, a flurry of activity that was only occasionally interrupted by Marck stealing glances at Remmy's adorable exposed behind. The sight of the cub's furry cheeks jigging as he mixed batter never failed to delight.

With the ease of experience, they whipped up a veritable tower of fluffy banana-chocolate chip pancakes, carefully layered on a sunny yellow plate. Marck poured them each a glass of icy milk and they sat down to dig in. Remmy's whiskers were soon sticky with syrup as he chattered excitedly between bites, crumbs tumbling down his fuzzy chest.

"So, what do you want to do today?" Marck asked the otter conversationally, syrup dripping from his own muzzle as he took a bite of super-sugary pancake.

"Mmm pwomised we 'ould go to the pawk," Remmy said around a mouthful of sweet pancake, his blue eyes bright with hope. He watched Marck expectantly, his ottertail flicking. He noted how the change in plans seemed to dampen Remmy's spirits almost imperceptibly. The otter looked a little forlorn that his mom wasn't there to take him...but then his eyes lit up with relief and anticipation as he remembered who he was with now.

Marck had to admit, a sunshine-soaked day surrounded by buzzing insects and the rustle of leaves wasn't his usual idea of fun. He’d honestly rather stay home and play games, but the prospect of an outdoor adventure with his wild, adventurous companion suddenly sounded a bit more appealing. Maybe it would be good for him to get outside the house for once.

"Sure! A day at the park sounds great, little man," Marck agreed with a warm smile, reaching over to wipe a dab of syrup off Remmy's pink button nose as the cub swallowed the mouthful. The cub beamed, bouncing in his seat. "First, let's get this mess cleaned up, leave a note in case your mom comes home early, then we'll head out!"

"Yay!" Remmy said with determined enthusiasm. "And maybe...if we get hot, we can wade in the creek at the park! I'm a great swimmer 'cause I'm an otter!" he added proudly, flexing his little arms. Then with a mischievous grin added, “And I can show you a secret my Uncle Tommy showed me?”

Remmy's declaration sent a thrill through Marck, his whiskers twitching with anticipation. If Remmy's Uncle Tommy was involved, whatever this secret was, it was bound to be naughty...and right up Marck's alley. After all, this was the uncle that taught the cub how to give such amazing blowjobs. The older pup's mind raced with all the delicious possibilities as he helped Remmy locate a t-shirt with his favorite cartoon character, the fabric so thin it was nearly transparent across his fuzzy chest. Remmy seemed oblivious to how adorable he looked in his snug shorts, riding up to reveal the plump undercurve of his round little bottom with every hop and skip.

Marck wrote a note for Eliza in case she returned before they did, packed a bag with water bottles, granola bars and sunscreen, and gave the house a once-over to make sure all was in order. Then they were out the door, with Remmy pattering excitedly beside the German Shephard’s longer strides along the sun-dappled sidewalk.

The park was just a few blocks away, an oasis of green that Marck had only visited a handful of times before. Childhood incidents with bullies on the playground had largely tarnished the experience for him, and he hadn't been back since. But reconnoitering the area with his wild, adventurous friend at his side, his perspective swiftly began to change.

Remmy chattered animatedly as they approached along the path, his rudder tail held high, describing one of his favorite cartoons with rapid-fire enthusiasm. His big blue eyes sparkled with thrill for the adventure ahead, and his paws were restless with excitement. Marck was content to let him, hanging on the cub's every word as they took in the expanse of the park.

Two baseball diamonds lay fallow in the afternoon sun, fibrous red clay glittering. Soccer pitches stretched languidly into the distance, dotted with a few pickup games here and there. The basketball court was a hub of activity, the steady beat of bouncing balls and shouts punctuating the air. The park seemed a lot more friendly to him now that he was older and seeing it with new eyes.

Remmy grabbed Marck's hand, his pads warm and a little sticky from the syrup, and pulled him along the creekside path with obvious enthusiasm. The creek was the epitome of tranquility, its burbling waters shaded by a majestic oak, leaves just starting to tinge with the hues of fall. Golden dapples of sunlight filtered through the canopy, making the water sparkle invitingly. The perfect place for a curious otter to cool off.


Marck's gaze was drawn to the narrow, meandering creek, gurgling along the tree-lined park border as Remmy led him. There, dappled fish darted just under the surface, leaves floating peacefully downstream. And soon, he knew, Remmy would be leading him to the big reveal. Something in his belly fluttered with anticipation.

Finally, Remmy stopped short in front of a small yellow adobe structure, its plaster chipped and stained, sporting a brown metal roof. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "This is it! This is what I wanted to show you!" he declared proudly.

Marck squinted dubiously at the dilapidated little building, bewildered. "You wanted to show me a restroom?" he asked, perplexed, his tail twitching.

"No, silly," Remmy pouted adorably, flicking his tiny otter ears. "It's inside. Come on." Dropping his paws, the cub wiggled the door handle and pushed inside.

Marck followed, the heavy metal door thudding shut behind them with a clang that echoed off the tiled walls. The air inside was thick and stale, reeking overpoweringly of aged piss and stale testosterone. The acrid scent curled in Marck's nose, sending a shiver of taboo thrills down his spine as he recalled Remmy's excited reactions to being marked by an alpha. Maybe the cub wanted to repeat that experience.

The small room was dimly illuminated by some cloudy-glassed skylights in the ceiling, casting harsh shadows over the dingy space. A long trough urinal lined one wall, crusty with yellow stains. Opposite it were a few chipped porcelain sinks with exposed pipes, dribbling steady streams of rust-tinted water. The tile underpaw was grimy and slick, littered with damp, balled-up paper towels.

Remmy turned to face Marck as the door clanked shut behind them, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "Isn't it perfect?" he asked, blue eyes wide and round.

Marck had to admit, it was...if you had a particular kink in mind. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated as the implications began to dawn. "Perfect for what?" he asked slowly, his tail fur beginning to bush out.

Remmy's answer to his question was a bit cryptic but loaded with innuendo as he dragged a bemused Marck towards the larger of the two stalls lining the back wall. "I gotta pee," the cub said simply, already unsnapping his shorts as Marck shut the graffiti-covered metal door behind them.

The diminished space was a bit cramped for two, the dirty tile floor just big enough to accommodate them comfortably. But Remmy didn't seem to mind or even notice, too preoccupied with his eager task. He dropped his tiny shorts around his ankles, momentarily presenting his fuzzy bottom hole to Marck, pink and inviting. He settled his paws on his hips as the adventurous otter let loose with a powerful stream, splattering noisily into the grimy toilet bowl.

Marck's sheath twitched at the sight, a weighty warmth beginning to gather in his loins. The cub glanced over at him expectantly, still peeing. "Don't you need to go too?" he asked hopefully, his fluffy tail thumping hopefully against the partition wall.

The little cub had an obvious piss kink and he remembered the last time he had hosed the cub down, marking him with his scent. "I think I might," Marck replied, his voice turning a bit husky as he freed his thickening member from its sheath. The red flesh bobbed as it began to lengthen, pulsing with eagerness as he was already poking out of his sheath. He stepped up to the bowl beside Remmy and aimed the tip of his dick towards the bowl and relaxed his bladder.

But rather than pissing in the porcelain, the otter cub had turned and caught Marck’s cock in his mouth. The teen pup wasn’t exactly surprised. Instead he was even more turned on as Remmy sucked the sensitive tip, his cheeks puffing out adorably as Marck let loose his stream. The little siren sucked in the canine’s piss, swallowing with an obscene gulping sound. Marck groaned as he felt the cub's throat muscles working around his tip, massaging, pulling his spraying cock deeper into his maw. He tangled his fingers in the cub's silky headfur.

Remmy purred, enjoying the depraved act, a content little smile pinching the corners of his eyes shut in bliss. He released Marck's dick with a lewd pop which splattered a few droplets of uncaught urine to the floor and grinned, wiping his muzzle. "That was yummy," the cub slurred happily as he rubbed his tummy, clearly drunk on the experience. "Let's do it again!"

"You really love piss don't you, wild boy?" Marck asked with a smirk as he looked down at the dribbling, somewhat maniacal grin on Remmy's face. He could see the otter's small pink member glistening with spent piss in the pale sunlight, and his breathing was short and excited. Sure enough, the cub's widening smile answered the question, but before a reply could leave the young otter's muzzle the telltale squeal of the restroom door being pushed open interrupted them.

In strode a pair of cleats, their metal tips clacking on the concrete. Remmy gave a fake, hacking cough, and the cleats changed direction and entered the stall next to theirs. A soccer cleat clad foot came into view, momentarily distracting Marck. He raised an eyebrow at the cub and was about to whisper a question. Remmy pressed a furry finger to his maw in the universal signal for silence, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

As Marck watched, the occupant in the next stall over tapped his right foot twice in some kind of secret code. Remmy responded in kind, then pulled aside a bit of cloth that Marck hadn’t noticed before. It had been draped over a hole cut in the worn partition wall. A furry sheath bobbed just on the other side. A young teen had hooked his soccer shorts under his balls and pushed his canine member through the gap. "Hurry up, I don't have much time," he gasped urgently, "Match's about to start..."

Marck was a bit surprised at how quickly the cub bent and took the proffered dick into his maw without a moment's hesitation. He watched with a potent mixture of envy and erotic fascination as Remmy enthusiastically pleasured the anonymous cock thrust through the hole. The sight of the young otter slobbering obscenely, slurping and moaning around the stranger’s meat, was intensely hot. He found himself idly stroking his own cock, slick pre-cum dripping over his fingers, as he observed the scene. He was envious of both the recipient and the giver.

It dawned on him that the voice spurring Remmy on sounded strangely familiar...Marck puzzled over where he might have heard it before. Was this Remmy's classmate? A peer at his school? The thought both disturbed and titillated him.

Sensing Marck's presence leaning in close behind him, Remmy drew back. The cub looked back at him with a questioning gaze as he pumped the sheath snug around the base of his teen’s length. The full member sprang out, fully revealing mottled-pink, knotted cock throbbing invitingly. "Fuck. Don't stop. I need to bust," the pup rutted, his hips bucking with increasing urgency.

The knot was fully exposed, engorged with blood and urgency, swaying lewdly in Remmy’s paw with each thrust. He couldn’t help but compare this other canine’s cock against his own. It was a bit smaller and thinner, but still very tempting. Remmy stroked him slowly, glancing expectantly at his babysitter with an impish grin. "Your turn," he mouthed, soundlessly.

Timidly, Marck dropped to his knees, mimicking the otter's example, and sucked the narrow cockhead into his muzzle with a lewd slurp. He slobbered on the cockhead, trying to guess from the moans what he should do to bring the most pleasure. He bobbed his head, sliding more of the length into his throat, groin tingling with taboo thrill. Knowing that Remmy was watching him added to the intoxicating debauchery of this act.

However, the familiar groan of the door and a second pair of cleated footfalls, made him hesitate. Someone else had entered the restroom. "Hurry up, Kev," came another voice. "Why do you always use this stinky pisshole before a match?" That voice Marck recognized instantly. Jake was the constant donkey companion of Kevin, the Doberman soccer star player who was set to lead their school to another district championship this year.

Marck nearly choked on the cock he was servicing as recognition crashed over him in a powerful wave. Kevin was the soccer captain and one of the most popular guys at their school...and he was blowing him? In a public restroom? The realization sent an electric thrill racing through him, his heart pounding like a jackhammer. He could feel the combined weight of Kevin's anticipation and urgent need pulsing in his muzzle.

"Shit," muttered Kevin as his hips rocked rhythmically in a heated rut. Suddenly, with a guttural moan, the cock in Marck's throat began to spurt, heavy ropes of cum flooding his tongue. Instinctively, Marck pushed his head down further forcing the cock in deeper as he massaged Kevin's pulsing tip with his throat muscles.

"Fuckin' swallow my nut," Kevin grunted under his breath, the fires of climax making him momentarily lose control. The teen banged his hips against the partition hard enough to make Marck worry he might knock it loose from the wall.

Jake got the wrong idea entirely when he heard his friend's whimpered grunts of climax, mistaking Kevin's sounds of pained ecstasy for something far different. Kevin's thrusting stalled as he tried to stifle his volume, his hips quivering. "You okay, Kev?" Jake asked.

To Marck's horror, a telltale creak of a door indicated that Jake had opened the other stall’s door...probably to check on his friend. There was a moment of shocked, loaded silence, punctuated only by Kevin's sharp exhale as he filled Marck's throat one last time with his cum. Dread bloomed icily in the pit of Marck's stomach as he imagined what Jake must be seeing...and the fact that he was on the receiving end of their star athlete's load.

"Holy shit," Jake breathed, his voice tight with shock. Marck heard Kevin sputter something unintelligible, His hips jerked fitfully, still caught-up in unloading in Marck's mouth, Remmy watched wide-eyed and Jake snickered. As Kevin’s orgasm subsided, he pulled his cock out of Marck's mouth with a lewd slurp and spurted the last remnants of his load across the hole in the partition. His muscular flanks quivered and twitched. There were a few seconds of strained silence before Jake quietly added, "Damn Kevin."

Remmy let the cloth fall back over the hole as Marck whipped an errant streak of teen jizz from his chin. Remmy reached out and grabbed his paw and licked the remnants of Kevin’s load from his digits. He must have been a bit jealous that Marck was the one who got to swallow the teen pup’s squirting cum. The two shared a smile as they huddled next to each other in the stall while the teens on the other side of the partition seemed to be having a whispered debate.

Marck heard Kevin say louder, "Get your dick in there, J."

Jake hesitated, taken aback by his friend’s suggestion. "But I'm not gay," he protested lamely, trying to salvage his reputation. Kevin, however, having just had his friend watch his load swallowed by an anonymous anthro , wasn't buying it.

"You just watched me nut," he reminded Jake, his voice calm but fierce with post-orgasm intensity. “And I’m gonna do the same. That way, I know you won't rat me out." Marck could hear the sounds of a brief scuffle and then the unmistakable sight of a six-inch horse cock lifting the cloth barrier as it poked through the hole. Jake must have squirmed a bit, trying to maintain some sense of dignity, which made his cock bounce enticingly. But Kevin must have held him firmly in place.

Remmy didn't need to be asked. He went straight to work on the equine appendage, humming appreciatively as he sucked in the proffered cock. His soft fur brushed against Marck's arm as he bobbed his head, slurping and moaning, making happy little noises that spoke to his enjoyment of the task at hand. Marck was extremely turned on knowing two popular "straight" bros were on the other side of the partition getting serviced by a young otter. His own cock throbbed with excitement, bigger and more impressive than either of the teens in the other stall.

As he watched Remmy sucking Jake's cock, he couldn't help but wonder what was going through the minds of the two jocks on the other side. Did they like the feeling of the young otter's mouth on their cocks? Did they like the lewd noises he was making? Did they think about how they were breaking the norms of society for a cheap thrill? As the sounds of Jake's moans began to grow louder, Marck knew that he was close to reaching the point of no return.

With a gasp, he felt his cock twitch as Jake’s cock began to throb, preparing to explode in Remmy's hungry mouth. He felt a surge of dominance, knowing that he had played a part in bringing the top dog, er...donkey? to his knees.

Marck's heart raced as Kevin coached Jake through his climax, his voice sultry and almost desperate sounding. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured, his excitement palpable. He seemed just as eager for the donkey to cum.

Jake didn't respond...he couldn't. His entire being was focused on the impending load building in his throbbing cock, preparing to explode in Remmy's hungering mouth. "Shit. I'm gonna shoot," he whimpered pathetically, his hips bucking wildly. But the hungry little otter just moaned around his cock, slurping Jake's precum as if it were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. He was obviously eager for the donkey's load.

And he didn't have to wait long. With a heroic effort, Jake managed to hold out for a few seconds more before his balls finally pulsed, his cock spasming as he unloaded shot after shot of hot cum into Remmy's mouth. The otter shuddered, his entire body stiffening as his throat worked to swallow what seemed to be a big load. His tail thrashed wildly, slapping against Marck's knee as the cub milked the last few spurts from Jake's cock. Remmy's body convulsed with pleasure.

Marck was just about ready to explode himself, eager to join the other teen in his orgasmic bliss. But he held back, wanting to prolong the moment and maybe even share it with Remmy. He wanted to put his own load in the cub as well but he would have to wait his turn.

Just as Remmy pulled back, his muzzle dripping with cum and his throat still convulsing from swallowing the donkey's load, Kevin spoke up once more. "Alright, let's go. Coach'll be looking for us if we don't hurry," he reminded Jake. With a lewd slurp, Jake drew his still-throbbing member from the glory hole, leaving the cub wanting more. The jocks hurriedly left the restroom with a rush of metal cleats on the gritty concrete.

As their footsteps receded, Marck realized he had a million questions he wanted to ask the cub. How often was he sucking anonymous cocks in this dirty stall? How many previous encounters had there been with Kevin? Were there any other kids from school getting their rocks off in the otter's willing mouth? The implications swirled in his head, making him dizzy with taboo excitement.

But right now he needed to cum. His balls were aching as he stood, and the sight of Remmy's cum-dripping muzzle was too much to bear. "Suck my fucking cock, you little perv," he grunted as he thrust his hard red teenhood towards Remmy's face, desperate to feel the warm wetness of the otter's throat muscles caressing him.

Remmy smiled wildly, Jake's cum still on his lips and his eyes shining with eagerness. He was so ready to take another load, he was practically drooling. The young pup lunged for Marck's cock, plunging his mouth over the head and swallowing as much of the throbbing shaft as he could manage in one go. He gulped and slobbered around the invading member, moaning with the pleasure of servicing another cock.

Marck was eager to fuck the cute little otter's face, he figured it would only take a handful of quick thrusts and he'd be squirting his load down Remmy's throat. However, he only got to bump his knot against a cub's lips a couple times before they were stilled to silence as the metal door groaned open again. Remmy continued to suckle his shaft as they heard tentative footfalls enter the room.

The pair froze at the sound of the adult's voice, Marck's thrusts pausing in mid-air. He was still buried knot-deep in Remmy's warm, wet throat, the cub's tongue swirling lewdly around his sensitive cockhead. But the unfamiliar voice echoing in the dingy bathroom was enough to make them both pause what they were doing. "You in here, Remmy?" the voice asked.

The pup's twinkling eyes and eager nod confirmed it was someone he knew...and liked. Remmy released Marck's throbbing cock with a wet splorch, his muzzle dripping with spit and pre-cum. "Uncle Tommy," he chirped happily.

"Well, well, well," drawled the newcomer, whose shoes scraped on the grimy tile as he ambled over. "I figured you were in here, sucking some lucky bastard's cock when I saw those two grinning idiots leave just now. When I saw the note at your house, I figured you'd ditched your babysitter to come down here to get your pretty face fucked...again." The older otter chortled, and Marck could hear the faint rustle of fabric and the sound of a zipper as the man settled into the stall opposite theirs. "How 'bout you hop over here, give your favorite uncle a little suck, huh?"

Remmy glanced at Marck with an eager-to-please grin, his innocent blue eyes round with anticipation. "Come on, Uncle Tommy" he breathed. Marck stepped to the side to not be seen through the hole. "Just give it to me," Remmy positioned his face next to the gap again as a small, pale red otter cock was shoved through. Sure it was bigger than Remmy’s cock, and similar, but was not even as big as the two teens that had left moments ago and definitely not nearly as big as Marck’s. But the cub wasted no time servicing his uncle's cock. It was a deeply erotic tableau.

"As eager as ever I see," Tommy grunted approvingly, his voice tinged with a slight guttural rumble that matched his age. There was a distinct lewd slurping sound as Remmy, his nephew, went to town on his length, slobbering and moaning with familiar ease. "You've become quite the little slut."

The simple, filthy praise made Marck's cock throb, his knot pulsing with the urgent need to fill Remmy's throat. It seemed strange that Remmy's own uncle was encouraging his debauchery, but Marck couldn't deny the hot, erotic thrill it sent coursing through him. And, as he listened to the squelching sounds of incestuous pleasure, Marck realized with dawning excitement, that he might just have to join in.

As Marck knelt on the grimy floor, using his discarded shorts as a makeshift blanket, the musky scent of Remmy's boy sweat wafted up to meet his nostrils, making his cock ache with desire. He gently lifted the otter's rudder tail, exposing his pink tail hole, quivering with excitement. He leaned in, his warm, wet tongue slathering the sensitive ring of muscle in saliva, flicking in and out as he tasted the cub’s treat.

Remmy's muffled moans filled the air, his voice vibrating around the cock in his mouth. He wriggled with pleasure, bucking his hips to take more of his uncle into his eager throat and more of Marck’s tongue across his pucker. The sight nearly made Marck erupt right then and there.

"You really love sucking your uncle, don't you?" Uncle Tommy said, punctuating the air with his thrusts. His voice sounded slightly muffled, as if he were speaking through gritted teeth. "I can hear you eagerly moaning for my load. Maybe I should come over there so you can properly...suck...me."

Marck froze at the warning, his tongue still as he weighed his options. Did he dare fuck the tight, willing cub right here on the bathroom floor? The thrill of being caught by Remmy's uncle only heightened his arousal, his cock throbbing with needy urgency. Bite the bullet, he thought to himself. You'll regret it if you don't.

"Or maybe you'd rather be sucking that cute babysitter?" the older otter asked, his voice dripping with salacious suggestion. Marck's eyes widened in shock as his cock, slick with pre-cum, began to soften as his nerves got the best of him. He paused, unsure of how to proceed, when he heard Tommy's next words. "I saw that cute tickle fight on your mom’s nanny cam and it looked like you pissed on him. I know you both went into the bathroom together." His words were punctuated by the soft squelch of his cock slipping out of Remmy’s mouth.

Remmy pulled back, his expression one of surprise...but mostly eagerness. "Y-yeah..." he admitted, his voice shy. "He's got a big one, too. His sheath was slapping against his belly as he walked around the house, naked...I couldn't help but watch..." The words sent a delicious shiver up Marck's spine.

"I saw that too." Tommy chuckled darkly, his small, saliva-drenched cock twitching lewdly through the hole. "I could have told your mom...but I didn't. Fuck, he's hot. Bet he shoots a big load, too."

Remmy glanced back over his shoulder at Marck, his blue eyes wide but eager. "It tasted so good. I couldn't swallow it all...he makes so much." The pup ground his hips back, smooshing his tight tailhole flush against his thick shaft. "I want him inside my tailhole so bad..."

Marck could feel his face flush at the praise and the intensity of the situation. As he looked into Remmy's eyes, he knew there was no going back now. His cock was rock hard again. He took a deep breath and began to push his tip against the willing rim of the otter's hole. His mind hazed over with the electric thrill of being caught by Remmy's uncle, whose cock lurched and jumped wetly, as well as the intense, overwhelming need to release his pent-up load.

"Get your mouth back on my cock, boy. I need to squirt and then I gotta get to work. Fuuuck." The last drawn out syllable came just as Remmy turned his head and swallowed his little member. Marck could hear Uncle Tommy's strained, guttural moans as Remmy's head bobbed frantically, slurping and moaning around the elder otter's cock. "I need to bust a nut, boy. Keep sucking just like that...fuck!" The older male's words were punctuated by the cubic indention of his nephew's cheeks as he took him deep into his throat.

Marck was slowly, methodically forcing his way into the tight, furry vise that was Remmy's tailhole. His pelvic muscles clenched with the effort even as he spurted out more precum to lubricate the intrusion. He could feel the otter's body resisting his thick cock, his pink rim rippling along the invader as it slowly eased open. He was working himself deeper...deeper...

"I've trained you too well, little Rem," Tommy rasped, his voice tight with ecstasy. “"Your mouth is like heaven on my cock.” Marck could just imagine the blissful expression on the man's face, his eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure. "You were clever to try to avoid the nanny cam in the living room though. I bet he sucked your little cock in return. Slurped on your little spike until you made your dry cummies."

Marck was palming the slick sheath of Remmy's cock, feeling it twitch and pulse in his grasp. Its silky texture, coupled with the pressure of his cock against the tight entrance, was mind-blowing. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself together much longer. The tightness, Remmy’s uncle narrating their previous debauchery, all of it was pushing him to his limit.

"Or maybe he rimmed your tight little boy hole," Uncle Tommy suggested. With a lurch, Marck sank half his length into Remmy's scorching hole, the ring of muscle giving way suddenly around him like butter melting under his heat as he felt the cub’s cock lurching under his palm. Remmy was having one of those dry cummies right now.

Remmy moaned around Uncle Tommy's cock, the vibrations tickling the sensitive shaft. Marck could feel the otters's desperate need as his hole tightened around his cock, gripping him like a vice as he orgasmed and shot his load deep inside the cub. He covered his mouth with his paw to stifle his grunts and moans.

"Aww, fuck. Here it cums, little ott. Swallow your uncle's nasty load!" Tommy grunted loudly as he shot his cock snot into Remmy's mouth. His voice and the groaning that followed were enough to cover up Marck's panted gasping; the words were so lewd that they sent another shudder through Marck's body.

He barely managed to keep his own moans in check as he continued to cum hard, his cock throbbing inside the hot, tight hole that gripped him. He couldn't believe what he was doing, how far he had let himself go...and yet, he couldn't bring himself to care. Not at that moment. Not as his cock pulsed with release, filling Remmy up with his hot seed.

Marck couldn't believe what had just transpired in this dingy, dirty bathroom stall. He had just climaxed, blowing a load inside the cute little otter kneeling in front of him, his pert bottom raised high as he came. The convulsing of Remmy's little orgasm had pushed his cock most of the way out, but the tip of his cock still was encased in the boy’s dripping hole. His thick cock pulsed weakly, dripping with the evidence of their coupling. He was still bathed in the afterglow of orgasm, his thoughts still hazy from pleasure.

"That was amazing, as always, Remmy," came the distant, muffled words from Uncle Tommy. Marck struggled to comprehend them through the fog of euphoria clouding his mind.  "Shit, I'm going to be late for work," the older otter muttered as he hastily zipped up his pants and left the stall with a shouted, “Love you!” Marck heard the muted sound of Remmy gulping down the last mouthful of Uncle Tommy's cum before responding with a quiet, "Love you too," to his uncle's parting words. Seconds later, the outer door banged shut, signaling the older otter's departure. They were alone.

Marck looked down at the sated, panting cub kneeling before him. His cock was twitching, still hard even after his orgasm. Remmy's fur tail fur was matted with sweat from exertion and his spunk. The otter's cheeks twitched as he smiled over his shoulder at his babysitter, his plump muzzle still glistening with his uncle's seed.

"That was the best, Marck," the cub breathed, his eyes dreamy. "You put it in my butt...it felt so nice. You filled me up so good. I loved every second."

"I...should have asked first," Marck stammered nervously, still struggling to maintain coherency through the fog of ecstasy. He couldn't believe just how insatiable this little otter was.

"I wanted you to," Remmy whimpered, biting his upper lip, one little sharp fang sticking out as he panted. He grinding his rump back against Marck's sensitive cock once more. "I wanted you to use me. But you didn't put it all in," the wild cub continued, his chuffs coming faster now, his tail thrashing with need. "Think you can go again?"

It was surreal. Remmy was begging him for more. Wanting Marck to take him again, even harder this time. "You're incorrigible," Marck gasped, thrusting a little deeper into the warm, tight hole. The previous load was lubricating Marck's cock, allowing him to slip in just a bit easier than before.

"Please. Stick it in again." The otter's black nose wrinkled with need as he pushed his furry butt back, presenting himself wantonly. "Please fuck me," he whimpered, his voice breaking with lustful pleading.

Marck carefully observed Remmy's reactions as he sank another couple inches into the otter's tight hole, his canine cock stretching the cub wider. He wanted to take things a bit slower this time, to enjoy the moment and make it last. He loved the sounds Remmy made, the sexy whimpering it elicited.

"So...how many times have you sucked off Kevin in this stall?" he asked, his voice unsteady from the exertion. The question was burning a hole in his brain, and he needed to know the answer before he continued.

"A few," Remmy admitted, his breath hitching as Marck gently eased himself in further. His pleased whines were reassurance that the cub was not in any pain, but enjoying it immensely. "I sucked him off before a soccer match a couple months ago...and I try to come back each Saturday."

Marck panted, sweat beading on his brow as he held himself still, pushing deeper inside the tight, willing hole than he had before, but was still only about halfway in. Remmy was just too small to accommodate him fully, and the teen fought against the natural instincts to force himself in. He began to gently hump instead, long slow strokes as half his cock entered the cub's cute bubble butt.

"He's in my grade," Marck remarked, a hint of incredulity lacing his voice. "A serious jock with a hot girlfriend...I can't believe the school’s soccer star has been getting his cock sucked by a naughty little otter like you."

The young otter was starting to get into the rhythm of their coupling now, matching Marck's thrusts with eager pushes of his own. "He hasn't seen me, but he knows I'm younger than him," Remmy confessed, his breath catching as Marck pushed a bit deeper. He was still speaking, his voice hitching each time their hips came closer together, but he seemed more and more preoccupied with the sensations building between them. Marck could feel his knot growing large again, but wasn’t sure if he should try to force it inside. "He's kinda sweet...told me he likes girls...but he likes boys more."

Marck stored that information away for later consideration. Not that it would change much, but at least he wasn't isolated in his desires. It was a bit comforting knowing that someone else he knew felt the same. But he didn't let himself get too caught up in such thoughts, choosing to focus on the present and the sight of Remmy's thick tail whipping back and forth as he moved to meet his thrusts. The desperate little yips that escaped the pup's snout each time they thrust together spurred him on, encouraged him to try and keep them both on the edge for as long as possible.

"You have the best cock," Remmy panted, his voice turned breathy and strained. "You're so much bigger than anyone else...and you let me drink your pee..." He lewdly praised Marck's prowess, gasping and whimpering at the pleasurable invasion of his body. "I can be dirty with you."

Marck let loose a small growl, feeling a surge of pride and desire flood through him at the cub's words. He was in control, giving Remmy this experience, and the otter was loving every moment. No longer concerned with the cub’s discomfort, he drove in as deep as he could, brushing his knot against the oversensitive outer edges of that hole.

"Ohh. I can feel your knot," Remmy grunted. "You're in me so deep." Marck kept driving in a little harder each time as Remmy seemed to relish the pleasure of getting fucked. "Please stick it in me," he hissed.

"You're such a little slut," Marck growled, feeling a feral surge of desire wash over him, seeing Remmy's eager submission. "Getting fucked by your babysitter in a nasty bathroom and asking me to knot you." He ground his knot against the tight rim. The previous load was helping him to open up the young otter, slick and hot against his shaft. "I'm gonna shove this knot in you so hard, you won't be able to sit for a week."

The young otter shuddered, his small form shaking as he thrust back against the large canine fucking him. "Fuck!" The word flowed effortlessly from the foul-mouthed cub's maw, his eyes shown with lust. "I'm a nasty, wild boy and deserve to get fucked hard and have my butt filled with your knot. Knot me, please."

Marck's desire to dominate the boy was overwhelming, his hips thrusting forward without conscious thought.  He gripped the otter's shuddering tail, holding him in place as he pounded against the clenching hole. He couldn't help himself, wanting so desperately to be balls-deep inside the hot, needy boy. "I was just thinking it's too big to go inside you...but nasty boys deserve to have their holes plugged," Marck hissed, feeling his climax beginning to build. He grunted, the sounds animalistic and filled with need, his hips slapping hard and fast against the otter's shuddering, upturned bottom.

"Fuck me harder!" Remmy cried, his small body writhing with need. Marck was pounding into the young otter with wild abandon, his paws gripping Remmy's hips hard enough to leave imprints. "I'm getting that feeling again!" he gasped, furiously thrusting back to meet each of Marck's deep strokes.

His knot might have been too large to fully enter Remmy's tight ass, but that wasn't stopping Marck from trying to bury it inside the squirming, begging boy. His eyes rolled with desire, his breathing harsh and ragged. "Wild boys deserve to be bred," the older pup grunted, thrusting hard and deep.

He paused to lubricate his knot with a copious mouthful of spit, noting with smug satisfaction how the slick liquid made Remmy's hole quiver and tighten around his invasion. "Don't stop. I'm so close," the young cub whined, his legs trembling with the effort it took to keep himself upright under Marck's onslaught.

"Shut up and take my fucking cock." His knot sank in nearly halfway before the otter's shuddering body forced it back out. So close. "Here comes my knot." He thrust back in just as hard and this time his knot hovered right at the halfway point, caught between the precipice of claiming the cub and being ejected once more. Remmy cried out as his hole was pried open and with one little push back, the knot was sucked up into the boy's body with a resounding “schluck.”

The cub's eyes rolled, his face a mask of pleasure and pain. He cried out, whimpering, begging for Marck to release him. "It's too big. Take it out," he mewled, sounding on the verge of tears.

Barely clinging to the last vestiges of self-control, Marck growled and began thrusting again, knowing it was too late to pull out now. If he didn't keep moving, if he didn’t fully claim that tight, clamping heat that had him so ensnared right now, it would only lengthen his tie. He lost himself in the sensation, right on the edge on filling the cub anew.

As Remmy cried out in pain, Marck reacted on instinct, reaching down to grip the otter's hard little spike in his paw, stroking him to help him forget the hurt. The whimpering cub's cock pulsed against his palm, as Remmy sought to stain the floor with cum in a series of rapid, but empty, bursts. Marck couldn't be certain the boy was enjoying it, he was beyond caring at the moment, but at least he was having another dry cum.

With a great wave of possessiveness, Marck felt a sudden surge of cum race up his cock and spurt into Remmy's battered hole. He had claimed the slutty little otter, and he knew it. "I'm breeding your little cub hole," he roared, hips bucking wildly as he coated Remmy's insides. "You're mine now!" He punctuated his words with a sharp nip to the nape of the cub's neck.

They were both panting heavily, sweat and cum dripping onto the concrete, when he felt a hot splash of liquid around his paw. At first, he thought Remmy was truly cumming, but the acrid scent of piss hit his nose a second later. Not entirely surprising, given the roughness of their activity, the older pup thought. But the realization sobered him as the peak of his orgasm passed, and he quickly inspected the cub's neck to make sure he hadn't broken the skin or hurt him too badly.

He hadn't, but he could feel Remmy's body shivering under him, the otter's small form wracked with sobs. "Shh, it's okay," Marck whispered soothingly, brushing the cub's headfur back with his free hand. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" He felt a wave of concern wash over him, hoping he hadn't gone too far.

Marck breathed a sigh of relief when Remmy rewarded his concern with a meek smile, his tear-filled eyes shining with the remnants of their deep, taboo union. "That was amazing," the cub whispered, sniffling softly. "It hurt...but it was so good. I feel like I'm floating."

Marck couldn't help himself, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the side of the otter's muzzle. The small gesture seemed to wash away any lingering pain or doubt, Remmy's small smile spreading into a more genuine expression of contentment. Marck continued to rain gentle kisses over Remmy's face, his whiskers tickling the cub, who snorted softly with every lip press. The sound was so endearing, Marck couldn't help but chuckle.

And then, as Marck's cock continued to pulse, throb, and fill the little otter with his load, he felt Remmy's small form relax entirely against him. It was the most surreal sensation, his knot trapped inside Remmy's tight, no-longer-virginal hole, wedged deep and shooting his load with strong spurts.

Marck knew they would be bound together for a while, at least until his knot shrank enough for them to separate. Wishing he could take the pain away from the little otter, Marck instead contented himself with stroking Remmy's soft fur, making small circles on his back as he cradled the trembling boy in his arms. "Let's see if we can make you more comfortable while we wait," he said, his voice as soothing as he could make it.  He pulled Remmy into his arms, rotating the whimpering cub to sit face-to-face onto his lap even as he sat back. The grim of the bathroom floor long forgotten as he sought only to ease the cub until his knot shrank enough for them to separate. Hopefully, the cub could find some peace in the present, eking out some pleasure from the sticky, white mess that coated the underside of his rump and the floor beneath them.

As they sat together, Marck could feel the cub's heartbeat against his own chest, and it brought him a sense of warmth and peace he hadn't expected. Despite everything, despite the circumstances and the filth of the bathroom floor, he felt rooted in this moment with his otter, and that thought held him enraptured.

"Can we do this again?" Remmy asked incredulously. His voice nearly lost in Marck’s shoulder as the cub nestled in close.

"Oh, you little slut," Marck laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and tickling Remmy's ear. He held the young otter close, realizing that while this had been a completely unplanned thing brought on by the heat of the moment and the closeness of their bodies...it would happen again. He was sure of it. "Absolutely," Marck affirmed, his lips brushing the top of Remmy's head as he spoke. "Next time, though...let's find someplace a little cleaner, huh?" He chuckled warmly, tucking his muzzle behind the cub's ears. "Maybe at home, where we can stretch out and make this last a little longer, hmm?"

Remmy just sighed in contentment, nestling even closer to Marck's warmth and the security of his hold. His body was still trembling slightly, but his breathing was evening out, the young otter clearly worn out from their intense tryst. "I'd like that," he whispered, nearly lost in the cushion of Marck's shoulder. "A lot."

And with that, they sat together in the grimy bathroom, a strange sort of afterglow wrapping around them and maintaining the tender moment until Marck's knot finally shrank enough for him to pull out with a wet “pop.”
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