Ezri's Rescue

"Wow! That really was something else!" Joey enthused, talking more to Ryan and Pedro than to the himbo whose throat and tits were reluctantly letting his cock slide free. Otto groaned something while cum dribbled from his lips, but nobody paid any mind. "I mean, I think I still prefer regular ONAHOLEs like my sister or Princess Alisha, but getting a titjob from tits that squeeze back feels great!"

"Actually, I've been meaning to say," droned the wheedly voice of a nearby otaku, "seeing as it's a guy and all, shouldn't he technically be classified as an "'ONIIHOLE'?"

"Who cares?" answered Ryan disinterestedly. "Nevil only acquired him because Otto was too hot and popular with the girls. He was competition, and a jock. As long as he's quiet and out of the way, nobody gives a fuck."

Although Otto heard everything that was said, their words didn't make much of an impression. He lay on a narrow table with his legs spread wide. He'd spent all of his school hours in this position for the last 3 weeks, waiting for Senyoko High's male students with passing grades to fuck his muscular tits, or else to hoist up his legs and plow his mancunt.

But so far today, Joey was the only one to use him since Pedro gave him his daily dose of IQ-draining sperm, and Otto's hole twitched with lonely cock hunger. He licked his lips, savoring the freshman's tasty sperm and wishing he was getting more loads.

"Want... go gym..." He mumbled, unnoticed. "Gym bros so horny... Grope me more..."

That's when he felt an unexpected pressure at his entrance. The soft, yet rigid pressure of a cock - of a big cock! - made itself felt against his hole. A voice far softer and silkier than any of the guys in the club hummed in his ears, through his belly, and deep into his cum-addled brain. "Poor thing... Is this how they treat a golden-haired, grade-A himbo like you?"

"... huh?..." Otto stirred and raised his head a little to see whose dick was poking him... And for a moment, his IQ-drained brain was too dazzled by what he saw to even breathe.

As he stared, his mind seemed to clear a little somehow. It wasn't a complete return to sanity, but a few lights started to come on while his cock began twitching and leaking a continuous trickle of pre over his abs. "Beautiful..." He murmured.

The slender Inu, with his white hair, perky ears, pink eyes, and swishy tail, grinned at him. "Aww~ You can just call me Ezri."

He shoved his cock into the himbo's unresisting hole in a single thrust, and Otto gasped, "Ezri!"

"Thaaaaaat's right!" The Inu chirruped ass his hips started rolling into the blond ONIIHOLE. His cock slid in and out, in and out, in and out until Otto thought his brain would turn to mush all over again. Ezri took hold of the himbo's tits and started to knead them in his hands.

A drop of saliva rolled down Otto's lips. His hole had gone so neglected lately, and his fat muscle-boobs were never played with enough to sate him. He spread his legs a little wider, feeling the girth of the Inu's cock behind his chiseled abs. "Mmmmm! Thank you! T-thank you, Ezri!"

"D'aww~" There was a trace of pity in Ezri's smile as he teased Otto's nipple with his right hand and stroked those sunny locks with his left. "That nasty Nevil is so cruel, tying you up here just to neglect you... Touching what's mine... Treating a boy like you so meanly when you have such fantastic... such valuable tits like these..."

Otto blushed adorably at hearing his pecs called "valuable." He smiled shyly, and his cock gave a pronounced twitch.

"Well, don't you worry, my precious... I've come to take you away from all of this. Nobody else is going to touch my big-breasted Otto without my permission from now on." Otto blushed hearing this, being too touched and flattered from being called 'my Otto' by such a cute Inu. "Still.... Nevil IS the one who found you before I did... Perhaps I should.... Pay him back a little before I go..."

Half an hour later, Nevil walked into the club, passed a few derogatory remarks with his fellow nerds, and slouched over to his desk.

He was rubbing his sizable bulge, casting a lusty glance at all the ONAHOLEs that were his for the breeding... then noticed something out of place at his desk.

Right next to where he set down his backpack, there was a transparent plastic case, displaying a designer-perfect cupcake, with its pink icing piped into rose petals, and a few pearl sprinkles arranged like dew drops on the petals. It looked expensive!

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