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Austin and Kane had spent the remainder of Thursday morning in the hotel's spa. Austin had arrived five minutes before Kane and had been dutifully waiting for him in the locker room--as soon as they set eyes on each other, clothes had been yanked off, lips had locked, and hands had needily pawed at asses, crotches, stomachs, faces, and anywhere else they could reach; Kane took a special delight in grabbing Austin's ball stretcher and tugging on the otter's testicles with it. No words were said, there had been no need for them, no need for anything beyond primally affectionate grunts and pleased sighs.

It hadn't taken long for kissing to progress to more carnal activity. Acting on instinct, on sheer desire, the naked Austin had eagerly settled down on his knees and shoved his face into Kane's crotch, greedily huffing his natural body odor for a moment, before he began kissing, licking, and sucking the polar bear's stiffening, hefty member--the two of them couldn't even make it to a shower stall for some privacy. In the heat of the moment, a lustful craze had taken over in Austin's mind; without a care for discretion or the potential embarrassment of getting caught, the otter's actions were driven purely by his hunger for the polar bear's deliciously musky foreskin, his long, beefy, blunt shaft, and his delectably plump balls, and Austin had simply begun servicing Kane in the locker room, using his tongue, teeth, and throat to tease the older man to the best of his ability.

"Ooof, hey, don't you want to...aaah, fuck, kiddo, that's the spot..." Kane's half-hearted protest had withered away into a pleasured moan, and the polar bear made no moves to detach the otter from slurping and suckling on his cock--the only move Kane did make, however, was to gently rest his hands on Austin's head and guide him back and forth along his length.

Fortunately, Kane and Austin had remained undisturbed in the locker room, even when the polar bear had eventually huffed and snarled loudly as he energetically deposited the gooey contents of his balls in Austin's mouth and down his throat. Austin had gagged and spluttered, adding to the noise the polar bear made, but he had been determined to keep his lips latched around Kane's cock as the geyser of hot, fresh, thick cum spurted into his muzzle. In his perseverance, he had swallowed every salty, musky drop he was given.

After letting the otter catch his breath, Kane had hoisted Austin back up for another deep kiss, his tongue searching the boy's mouth for any remaining dregs of his cum, before dragging his young companion to a shower stall, where he removed Austin's ball stretcher using the small hex wrench he had brought with him. From there, the rest of the morning at the spa had turned into a prolonged teasing session for Austin; as the two of them spent their time circulating from the showers to the jacuzzi, from the jacuzzi to the sauna, from the sauna to the steam room, and from the steam room to the lounge, Kane had taken his time fondling Austin's testicles before languidly masturbating the boy and filling his ears with lewdly-growled dirty talk.

"That's a good boy, growing hard in Daddy's hands...ah-ah-ah, no touching, only Daddy gets to play with his little boy's fuck-stick...those balls must be so full and so sore...you're throbbing so hard, kiddo...fuck, I can feel how close you are...be a good boy and hold it in for Daddy, I don't want you to cum yet...you'll only cum when Daddy tells you to, whether that's today or tomorrow or in a week..." Kane had rumbled all while he had teasingly pumped his hand up and down the otter's shaft, circled Austin's glans with his fingers, and alternated between cupping, tugging, and lightly spanking his balls.

Austin had been like putty in Kane's hands, totally in the older man's thrall; he let the polar bear lead him around the spa by the grip Kane maintained on the otter's cock and balls; he nestled in close to Kane as they cuddled together intimately in the steam, heat, and water; he opened his mouth to admit Kane's tongue for more lingering kisses that lasted minutes on end; he gyrated and quivered as Kane thrust and ground his cock against his backside; he lay back obediently as Kane (on multiple occasions) engulfed his stiff shaft and throbbing balls in his maw and sucked on them torturously, edging the otter to new heights of euphoric bliss and making Austin simultaneously plead for mercy and whimper for more, only for Kane to ease off and deny him release time after time...

Thursday had drifted by in a haze of pleasure and relaxation; Austin had lost track of how many circuits he and Kane had completed of the spa's free amenities, lost count of how many times he had entered the jacuzzi and the steam room and the sauna and the lounge and the shower, forgotten how many times the polar bear had wrapped his hand around his cock and pushed him to the brink of orgasm without giving him the last nudge he needed...

At some point, Austin and Kane had eventually grown hungry and thirsty enough that they needed to venture out of the spa; from there, they had trooped out to the pool and posted up with their books along with refreshments (in the form of sandwiches, a charcuterie board, and cocktails) from the poolside bar.

Even though he still hadn't gotten off (as Kane had forbidden him to cum), Austin had been so content and so thoroughly happy that he didn't think at all about the note he had started writing or his encounter with Richard at the cafe; he was simply at ease with Kane, enjoying the older man's company and attention, having too good of a time talking with the polar bear to even consider how or when to discuss the nature of their relationship. Besides, it was only Thursday, there was still plenty of time for soul searching and serious conversations.

The more urgent matter on Thursday afternoon, however, had been Kane's plans for Friday.

"Would it be safe to assume your schedule's open tomorrow?" Kane had asked while Austin had been in the midst of sipping on his third whiskey smash of the day.

"Ex--" Austin had gulped, having tried to speak with his mouth full of cocktail but only succeeding in dribbling his drink down his chest. He had swallowed and wiped himself off before he tried again. "Excessively open," he had snickered.

"Think you'd be up for going into town again?"

Austin had shrugged. "Possibly--what do you have in mind?"

"Looks like there's an arts festival at Traeger Park; that's over by the West Cruz district. They've got artists, food trucks, and live music," Kane had noted as he scrolled on his phone.

"Hmm, I do like all those things."

"It could be fuuuuun," the polar bear had said enticingly.

Which brought Austin and Kane to early Friday afternoon; they had spent the morning together for a late brunch and a short walk on the hotel's nature trail before heading into Las Positas once more. This time, they had bypassed downtown and gone farther south along the San Lianos river, and they had just parked in the far corner of a local school's parking lot mere blocks away from Traeger Park. There were already a few people returning from the arts festival, toting bags of merchandise back to their cars before pulling out of the lot.

"Ready?" Austin asked as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Just about; one thing I need you to do first, though," Kane said as he powered down his rental L5.

"What's up?"

"Open the glove compartment for me."

Austin glanced at Kane, puzzled for a moment, before he did as the polar bear instructed. He reached forward and popped open the storage box in front of him...and in it, he saw a small, black satin drawstring bag and a travel bottle of what appeared to be hand sanitizer.

"Mind taking those out for me?" Kane asked, his tone coy.

Austin complied, grabbing the bag and the bottle--as his hand wrapped around the bag, he felt a distinctive, curved object inside the small sack, and in closer inspection, he saw that the bottle of hand sanitizer bore a label that read "Cannon Grease Personal Lubricant."

"Kaaaane...what's this?" Austin asked dubiously, holding up the bag for Kane to see.

The polar bear chuckled. "Why don't you open it and find out?"

Austin smirked at the older man in the driver seat. "You and your surprises...what're you getting me into now?" he playfully asked as he tugged on the drawstrings and tipped the bag over.

"Well, it's more about what I'm getting into you," Kane said slyly just as a crimson, silicone-covered prostate massager tumbled out of the black satin bag and into Austin's open palm.

"Oh...hello," Austin said in blank surprise.

"Heh, what do you think?"

Austin inspected the vibrator, turning it over in his hands and exploring its curves with his fingers.

The toy was similar to plenty of the vibrators that Austin had seen online before; there was an oblong, vaguely knobbled, central bulb protruding from the base, and the base itself was tapered from a wider delta that would sit beneath his tail to a narrower point that would rest against his taint.

Austin felt over the three small ridges in the central bulb--they increased in size towards the base, with the topmost ridge about as big as a golf ball and the ridge closest to the base comparable to a racquetball, and they were separated by corresponding divots, making them into individual knots; the otter was definitely intrigued by the possible sensations they would produce as they vibrated in his guts.

From the base to the tip, the bulb was long enough to reach from the heel of Austin's palm to the halfway point of his middle finger--certainly long enough to reach his prostate--while the base would rest comfortably outside along the natural contour of his ass and taint. On the bottom of the base was a small, distinctive bump imprinted with an on/off icon, and a small port that Austin assumed connected to a charger. Austin experimentally squeezed the toy, feeling the soft, deep red silicone flex slightly in between his fingers and the stiff core that housed the vibrator.

As Austin continued his examination, Kane reached into his pocket...and pulled out a silver remote control the size of a car key fob. Distracted now, Austin glanced over at the polar bear, who then reached over and pressed the bump that was the power button on the bottom of the vibrator's base while the otter still held the toy. A small white light appeared under the crimson silicone covering...and Kane pressed a button on the remote control.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

"Oh!" Austin gasped as the toy in his hand vibrated in a single, continuous flow. It tickled his palm, and he held onto it tightly to prevent it from rolling out of his hand--as he wrapped his fingers around the bulb, he felt it buzzing his digits with the same intensity as his phone when he received a text message.

The otter grinned; he could see himself enjoying something like this. It helped that the bulb was about the same size as his butt plug back home--it was maybe just a little bit thicker, but he wouldn't have any major issues getting the vibrator in his ass.

"Hmm...I like it! Did you get this at X-Otico?"

Kane pressed on the remote control again, and the vibrator fell still again. "Yeah, I thought it would be fun to introduce you to something like this--you haven't used a vibrator yet, have you?"

Austin shook his head.

Kane snickered. "Well, what do you say? Want to be a good boy for me and give this little number a try while we're at the festival?"

Austin squeezed the vibrator again, feeling its weight in his hand; it was heavier than his butt plug, too, and he could still feel the muscle memory of its buzzing in his fingers...and on some level, a competitive fire rose within him, like he had been presented a challenge that he wanted to complete. He wanted not only to please Kane, but he also wanted to prove to himself that he could handle something like this.

Plus, the otter couldn't deny his curiosity about how it felt to have the vibrator buzzing his insides while he was walking around...and there was something so alluringly devious and thrilling about being out in public and strolling through crowds of people with none of them aware of the fact that he had a vibrator in his ass, nor would they catch onto the fact that Kane was in control of the toy...

And, of course, on a more basic level, Austin hadn't cum (on Kane's orders) since Tuesday morning--the polar bear had edged him on Wednesday and Thursday, but he had denied Austin the opportunity for release. And here it was, Friday, and the boy was so horned up by now that he would have done just about anything to get another taste of pleasure at Kane's hands...even at a distance, in this case with the remote-controlled vibrator.

"Well, I do like being a good boy for you," Austin said suggestively.

"Heh, so is that a yes?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"That's my boy. How about you pull those shorts down and bend over for me," Kane instructed as he plucked the vibrator and the small bottle of lube from Austin's hands.

The otter complied; he stepped out of the car, but left the passenger door open while Kane exited the car and circled around to Austin's side of the vehicle. After a cursory glance around the parking lot to check that there was nobody looking (the shady corner that Kane had parked in afforded enough privacy that there was little risk of being disturbed, and the parking lot at this point was practically devoid of people, save for a cheetah and a goat who were already walking away towards the exit), Austin surreptitiously tugged his black shorts and his pastel orange thong down enough to completely expose his ass and upper thighs. He then bent over, going low enough to rest his elbows and forearms on the cushion of the passenger seat in the car.

In the meantime, Kane, still holding the vibrator and the bottle of lube, sidled up behind him and got a good view of the otter's rump; Austin's taut cheeks spread naturally with his wide-legged stance, and Kane could see the boy's puckered hole, his taint, and his cock and balls hanging down between his legs.

"Ah, fuck me, kiddo, that ass is perfect," Kane huffed; he reached forward and dragged a finger along the cleft of Austin's ass, the soft, leathery pad of his digit sliding smoothly in between the otter's cheeks before gently pulling at the fleshy star of the boy's hole. Kane swirled his finger around the rim, teasing Austin's sphincter to relax slightly. "I can see how tight you are...beautiful virgin ass," the polar bear rumbled.

"Mmf...ripe and ready for use," Austin murmured.

"Definitely ready for use," Kane agreed as he pulled his finger away from the otter's ass; Austin's hole had opened slightly now, and it quivered as the boy fought the impulse to clench again. "You need to get fucked real bad, kiddo...an ass like this is just begging to get bred."

"Heh, it's all yours if you want it," Austin snickered, seductively swaying his hips for the polar bear behind him.

"Careful, son, don't you tease me right now when I've got other plans for you," Kane growled.

"Mm, yes, Daddy," Austin said innocently.

Austin heard the sound of a bottle cap being flicked open, the soft glug of liquid being squeezed out of a bottle, and the click of the bottle cap flicking shut. Then...

Shlk-shlk-shlk...

Austin guessed that Kane was rubbing the Cannon Grease lube on the bulb of the vibrator, making it slick enough to enter him smoothly. The otter spread his legs wider and consciously inhaled and exhaled, making his hole relax even further...then he giggled when an image suddenly flashed, unbidden, through his imagination, and he had to ask the resulting question that bubbled up in his mind.

"That vibrator's not going to, like, shake itself out of me, is it?" Austin asked jocularly, the vision of the vibrator falling out of his shorts still fresh in his mind.

"Heh, no, no, it's shaped to stay locked in," Kane chuckled, before...

"Mmf!" Austin grunted when the polar bear's lubed finger slickly rubbed the rim of his hole.

The lube was a little cool at first, but it quickly warmed up as Kane smeared the slippery, viscous fluid around his rear entrance...and then Austin involuntarily clenched when Kane pushed forward an inch.

"Oh damn...easy, son, easy," Kane advised as the otter's tight innards contracted around his invading digit.

"Ah, sorry...hoooo," Austin sighed, doing his best to relax again.

"No worries, it's okay...theeeere we go...damn, Austin, I fucking love how tight you are," Kane chuckled as he began to twist his finger inside the otter's loosening rectum.

"Yeah?"

"Heh, oh yeah...even with you opening up like this, you're still just the tightest little thing, like one of those finger traps. Daddy's going to have a lot of fun spreading you open for real...if that's something you still want me to do," Kane added while he continued coating Austin's sensitive, soft tissue with the residual lube.

Austin was about to reply with an emphatic "Of course!", but Kane cut him off before he could speak.

"But in the meantime," the polar bear went on as he withdrew his finger from Austin's rear, "just stay relaxed like that."

Austin flinched in surprise when he felt Kane's left hand rest on his middle back--the polar bear's broad paw on his spine was warm, heavy, and reassuring. The otter grinned giddily before...

"Ooh!" Austin grunted pleasurably when the blunt, rounded end of the vibrator's bulb prodded at his open hole.

"And let Daddy get this into you," Kane continued, his tone gentle but commanding. "There's just enough lube for it to slide in..."

"Oooh," Austin moaned softly as Kane pushed the first ridge of the bulb into him, slipping it past his sphincter. The otter reflexively clenched again, but he took another breath...and let it out slowly, making himself relax once more.

"But not enough for it to pop back out," Kane continued as he twisted the toy back and forth inside Austin's rectum, helping the boy get acclimated to the intruding bulb in his ass.

Austin huffed and squirmed at the feeling of his hole being spread around the upper portion of the vibrator. The silicone was soft and malleable against the lips of his anus, making the bulb even more pleasant to have in his ass.

"And it's not going to come out unless you push too hard. But you're not going to do that, are you? You're Daddy's good boy, right?" Kane murmured as he began pushing again.

"Aah...yes, sir," Austin replied blissfully while the polar bear held his left hand steady on his back and used his right hand to work the second ridge of the vibrator into his ass.

"And Daddy's good boy keeps the vibrator in like he's supposed to," Kane told him before...

"Mmf!" Austin grunted as the second ridge--which was slightly larger than the first one--plunged past his ring of muscle and nestled into the narrow, fleshy tunnel of his rectum.

"Fuuuuck, it's so beautiful watching your little ass stretch around this thing," Kane murmured. "Love seeing that hole open up and get filled...how're you feeling?"

Austin's stomach flipped at Kane's praise, glad that he was providing a good show for the polar bear, and he wagged his hips eagerly. "So far so good!"

"Atta boy. Ready for the last part?"

"Uh-huh!"

Kane began pushing again, and Austin breathed deeply, concentrating on keeping his ass loose and open.

"That's it, just relax, kiddo, let it in," Kane said encouragingly.

Austin could feel the forward motion of the last ridge pushing against the rim of his hole. The racquetball-sized ridge pressed hard, and Austin breathed out again to stay relaxed...the lube was helping it go further in...the silicone slid softly against his exposed flesh...and...

"Unf! Oooooh yeeeaaaah," Austin groaned blissfully as the last segment of the bulb slipped inside him, allowing his sphincter to close around the significantly narrower stalk that connected the bulb to the base. The uppermost ridge of the vibrator rested snugly against his prostate, pressing the sensitive gland and making the otter need a moment to catch his breath and adjust to the sensation.

"Heh, look at that, your ass just fucking swallowed that toy," Kane said proudly as he patted Austin on the back with his left hand. He used his right hand to teasingly press the vibrator into the otter's butt one last time before he continued, "Good job, son, you took it like a champ."

"Mmf, thanks, Daddy," Austin said, his tone sultry, sweet, and grateful.

He straightened up and allowed the polar bear to pull up his thong and shorts, covering his ass once more. However, as Austin made a few final adjustments to his waistband, Kane reached into his pocket and pulled out the remote control again.

"Ready to give this a whirl?" Kane asked.

Austin nodded. "Sur--oh! Oooooh shit..."

Before he could even finish his reply, Kane pressed a button on the remote, and Austin shuddered when he immediately felt the tingling, continuous buzzing of the vibrator going to work against his prostate. It was like having a large bumblebee in his ass, one that was perpetually beating its wings against his prostate and making his insides quiver. The otter's ass clenched and spasmed at the sensations wracking his loins--he bit his lip, grunted, and shivered at first, but he managed to keep his composure and acclimate to the feeling of the vibrator's continuous flow.

"Good?" Kane asked as he watched Austin master himself while the vibrator continued buzzing away inside him. If the polar bear didn't know any better, he would have thought that there was nothing suspicious about the otter at all.

"Yeah...yeah, really good!" Austin replied confidently.

Kane smiled sadistically. "And how about...now?" he asked as he jabbed another button a few times on the remote control.

"Ah fuck!" Austin squealed.

His knees trembled and slightly buckled, and the otter danced on the spot when the vibrator kicked into overdrive; its intensity ratcheted up exponentially, practically jackhammering his prostate. Austin grunted and groaned and bent over to put his hands on his knees and steady himself, but there was no getting away from the high-powered buzzing against the walnut-sized gland. Instead of a single bumblebee, it felt like there was an entire, angry swarm inside him. Although as hard as the toy shook within him, it didn't budge a centimeter--it stayed resolutely in place in Austin's rectum, driving him crazy instead of falling out of his spasming hole.

The otter couldn't last even a full minute--the agonizing pleasure, the intense vibrations, the nonstop assault on his prostate...he didn't know if he was going to cum or cry, and he was getting dizzier and dizzier.

"Oh fuuuuck...uncle! Uncle-uncle-uncle!" Austin wheezed, pleading for mercy.

"I think you mean 'daddy-daddy-daddy'," Kane smirked as he pressed the decrease button a few times to take the intensity back down to a much more gentle level.

"Hooooo, yeah...fuck, Kane..." Austin breathed in disbelief, his nerves still alight and tingling with the memory of the vibrator's higher setting. His innards eventually settled, and the current low intensity felt like a gentle whisper compared to the more powerful reverberations he'd felt earlier. When he recovered, he glared up at the polar bear playfully. "Uuuuugh, that was evil!"

"Oh, was it? It was pretty fun to watch for me," Kane replied nonchalantly.

"You're not going to turn it up that high all the time, are you?"

The polar bear grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, while he put the vibrator's remote control back in his pocket. "Who can say? So many options and settings, so little time..."

"Oof, you're gonna kill me, Daddy," Austin grumbled.

Kane laughed as he slung his arm over Austin's shoulder. "Oh, don't worry, kiddo, I'll take good care of you; I want to draw this out for a nice, long while."

Austin groaned, partly out of sexual frustration and partly out of dread for what kind of torture Kane was going to put him through...but it was mostly just an act. Being under Kane's control like this was like something out of a fantasy, and the otter grinned excitedly as he let the polar bear begin guiding him away from the car. The boy waddled awkwardly at first, adjusting his gait now that he had the still-buzzing vibrator lodged in his ass, but within a few strides he began walking normally again alongside the older man who had taken him under his arm.

"Trust me, you'll enjoy it," Kane went on as he led the way towards the parking lot exit. "Although maybe you need just a little something extra for some...positive reinforcement."

Austin looked up at the polar bear quizzically, his interest piqued. "What do you have in mind?"

"Hmm...how about we score some ice cream?"

Austin perked up even more while the vibrator continued lightly humming away against his prostate. "Yes, please!"

The two of them walked out of the school's parking lot and strolled the couple blocks along Floyd Street's tree-lined sidewalks. The sun was out in full force without a cloud in the sky, and Austin saw more than a few residents had taken to the front porches of their bungalow-style homes with pitchers of sweet tea, glasses of lemonade, and cans of beer. Other neighbors were out walking their dogs or sauntering along with their kids, while Austin and Kane passed a few more people evidently returning from the arts festival with more bags clutched in their hands.

The vibrator kept up its continuous, dull buzzing inside Austin's rectum, teasing his prostate as he walked. For a while, the vibrations dominated Austin's attention even as he took in the scenery of the neighborhood he and Kane were ambling through. But then...

"Wasn't expecting bluegrass, but it's good," Austin observed as he started hearing the music playing in the air--it distracted him enough to make the vibrator's buzzing recede into the background and feel like a more natural sensation.

"What were you expecting?" Kane asked while he and Austin drew near the entrance to Traeger Park.

The sounds of guitar, mandolin, fiddle, harmonica, and banjo music grew in volume as the otter and the polar bear approached the open park gates; above the gate was a banner for the arts festival, and stalls and tents as far as the eye could see lined the sides of the broad, gravel walking path.

"I don't know...bluegrass isn't really my favorite, but I like what I'm hearing so far," Austin admitted with a chuckle as he walked through the park gates with Kane.

"Oh, you're missing out, it's so good," Kane said enthusiastically, his head already subtly bobbing along with the music.

The two of them paused on the spot for a moment, simply taking in the scenery around them; people were filtering in and out of stalls, looking over the wide range of paintings, photographs, sculptures, tapestries, screen prints, antiques that had been converted into lamps, vases, decorative plates, ornate home decor, and plenty more hand-crafted goods; other visitors were chatting with the artists and proprietors of the stalls, talking about different media and exchanging knowledge about creative processes; children darted about, shooting each other with bubble guns and waving flags and multi-colored streamers, while their parents kept pace behind them; small gaggles of women traipsed by with plastic cups of wine in hand and wide-brimmed sun hats on their heads; the faintest hint of sweet pot could be smelled on the air, and it mixed with the aroma of fried food.

Austin and Kane surveyed the lines of white tents that had been erected; it seemed that there was one large circuit around Traeger Park's perimeter walking path, while a secondary semi-circle of tents had been set up in the park's interior. The rest of the green space was dominated by a giant, open-walled pagoda tent that housed a banquet hall's worth of tables and chairs, a tended bar, and the stage where the bluegrass band was currently playing; Traeger Park's inner parking lot, however, had been taken over by about 30 food trucks, and the droning of their generators added to the overall ambience of the festival.

"So...ice cream?" Austin prompted with an eager smile on his face.

"Yeah, let's mosey over and see what we can find," Kane said agreeably. "Then how about we take a lap for some window shopping?"

"Sounds good to me."

The otter and the polar bear trudged along the walking trail, taking the park's central path towards the parking lot. Along the way, they passed more tents full of artists and crafters peddling their goods--Austin caught glimpses of beeswax candles and fully-loaded honeycombs, beautifully sculpted bronze figures, wall-sized photographs of landscapes, racks of vividly tie-dyed shirts and accessories, multicolored glass bowls and serving platters, tables full of artisan olive oil, others bearing wine, shelves of small sculptures made out of recycled soup cans, and so much more...

Kane and Austin followed the gravel path that circumvented the pagoda; there were a few dozen people who had posted up at the tables under the canopy, taking shady refuge from the sun and either munching on the snacks they'd purchased from the food trucks or simply relaxing in their chairs with their beers and wines and enjoying the banjo music. Austin saw that the band currently playing on the raised stage consisted of a wolverine on the guitar, a raccoon on the mandolin, a tiger on the fiddle, a rabbit on the banjo, and a black bear on the harmonica.

When they got to the parking lot, Austin and Kane began searching in earnest for a food truck that sold ice cream--fortunately, it took them only a few seconds to spot one. A vintage, white and mint green minibus emblazoned with the coral pink sign for Tito's Ice Cream had been strategically parked in the lot next to the entrance to the walking path, meaning that anyone who was leaving the parking lot and heading back to the park's interior had to pass by the ice cream vendor. There was another truck nearby selling lemonade and shaved ice, and while it looked like it was doing moderate business with seven people in line, it paled in comparison to the flurry of activity that was going on in front of Tito's.

A crowd of at least 25 had formed by the side of the minibus, while inside the vehicle a beagle and a Border Collie in coral pink t-shirts were rapidly taking orders and scooping ice cream into cups and cones before dishing them out to their customers. The two canines worked quickly and efficiently, turning over a customer in less than a minute, and the patrons who already received their treats were eating them indulgently as they walked away from the minibus, their smiles and contented sighs evidence enough that they were clearly pleased with the flavors.

"Guess we found where the good ice cream is," Kane chuckled as he and Austin joined the crowd. "What are you thinking of getting? My treat."

"Are you sure? I'd be happy to get it for us," Austin pointed out.

Kane waved a dismissive hand. "Ah, you can get the next one if we do another round; this one's on me, a little treat for being a good boy."

"Heh, alright, thanks, Dad," Austin snickered, keeping his voice low so only Kane could hear him.

He then looked at the menu hanging from the side of the minibus and read through the 12 flavors to choose from: There was passion fruit, matcha, butter pecan, salted caramel, honey lavender, ginger pineapple, lemon thyme, strawberry shortcake, maple bacon, apple pie, snickerdoodle, and key lime pie.

"Oh damn, they all look so good," Austin groaned. He sucked his teeth indecisively as he and Kane stepped forward in the crowd. "Uuugh, I don't know what I'm going to get!"

"Life's full of tough choices, ain't it?" Kane asked mockingly.

"Seriously...what looks good to you?"

"Hmm...I think that apple pie is calling to me," Kane replied, nodding towards the menu while he surreptitiously reached into his pocket.

"Oooh, that sounds really tasty..."

Austin was too transfixed by the menu to even notice that the vibrator's buzzing was gradually diminishing to practically nothing--it barely moved while he and Kane stood in line, but Austin paid no attention to it, he was so focused on making a decision. By the time he and the polar bear (who had kept his hand in his pocket the whole time) made it to the front of the line, Austin had settled on his choice while the vibrator had come to a halt completely.

"Hi guys, what can I get for you?" the teenage beagle in the minibus asked when it was Austin and Kane's turn to order.

"Could I get a single scoop of the apple pie in a waffle cone, please?" Kane asked.

"Sure thing," the beagle said, tapping on his tablet.

"And could I--HAAIIEE!" Austin yelped as his knees buckled and he flailed against the side of the minibus for support.

An especially powerful pulse of the vibrator had just blasted against Austin's prostate, taking him totally by surprise and shocking him with the explosive buzz in his ass. His sphincter spasmed uncontrollably around the toy--the otter clenched hard while his dick throbbed in his underwear, and he felt a small wet spot in the fabric of his thong against the tip of his cock.

And as suddenly as it had come, the pulse had dropped off entirely, leaving Austin shuddering and gasping.

"Whoa! Are you okay?" the beagle asked, concerned--he'd craned his neck out of the minibus's open window to look down on Austin, who was leaning against the side of the vehicle.

"I-I...hoo, yeah, just a-a...big muscle cramp," Austin replied, improvising without even making a conscious effort; the lie simply came to him naturally. And before he knew it, he was carrying the act forward by looking up at the beagle with a semi-pained grimace on his face as he said, "Been walking a lot today, must have--HAAaaaiieeee, hoo-hoo-hoooooo," he hissed as he leaned over again, cut off by another pulse of the vibrator. But this time it didn't quite catch him so off-guard, and he managed it with a little more decorum than the first pulse.

For his part throughout the whole exchange, however, Kane simply looked at Austin with a pretend bewilderment that veiled his smug amusement.

"You sure you're alright, bud?" Kane asked with feigned worry, even though Austin could see the glee in the polar bear's eyes.

"Ooooh...yeah, man, I must've just really overdone it," the otter finished as he recovered from the second pulse.

"Dang, it must be bad--do you need any ice or anything?" the beagle asked.

"Nah, I'll be fine, thanks, I just need to sit and stretch it out for a little bit," Austin replied as he straightened up. "But I think some ice cream will help," he added with a forced chuckle.

"Ice cream always helps!" the beagle said agreeably, replacing his concern with a smile of his own. "What can I get for you?"

"Just a--mmmmff! Dang, there it goes again," Austin muttered, hunching over and clutching his leg to maintain the act while a third explosive pulse blasted his prostate. As the pulse dissipated, he ignored the growing wet spot in his underwear and carried on with his order. "Just a single scoop of the...um...honey lavender in a sugar cone, please."

The beagle quickly rang them up and Kane handed over his card to pay while Austin dealt with another pulse in his ass...and a fifth pulse while waiting for the canine to scoop his ice cream...and one more as he handed him his cone.

"Thank you!" Kane and Austin said in unison before they walked away from the minibus.

As they stepped back onto the path, Austin felt the vibrator in his ass return to the gentle, continuous flow, and Kane withdrew his hand from his pocket at last.

"How's that 'muscle cramp'?" Kane asked deviously.

"Hmm, let's see," Austin replied as he consciously tensed his hole again around the peacefully humming vibrator that was gently whirring against his pleasure spot. "Well how about that? It seems to have miraculously disappeared!"

Kane chortled while he took a hearty lick of his apple pie ice cream. "How odd!" he said, acting perplexed. "What do you think happened back there?"

"I don't know, it's almost like someone intentionally wanted to screw with me," Austin said sarcastically. He then licked his own scoop of ice cream. "Oh shit, that's good," he murmured, savoring the refreshingly floral and earthy flavors on his tongue.

"Gosh, you think? Well, if there were a mystery actor like that, why do you think they'd do that to you?" Kane inquired, hamming up the overly-innocent act.

"Who knows? Maybe because they saw the perfect opportunity to make a young boy squirm without being able to do anything about it."

The two of them glanced seriously at each other for a moment, as if trying to create tension...but neither of them could hold it for long, and they devolved into giggles and snorts. Kane took Austin under his arm again for a close side hug before releasing him and letting the otter walk freely.

"Man, that was some good acting back there, though," Kane observed. "A muscle cramp?"

Austin snickered and shrugged. "It just kind of...came to me in the moment."

"You haven't done acting classes or anything, have you?"

"Nuh-uh."

Kane whistled low. "Smooth, boy, very smooth...I couldn't even tell if you were embarrassed."

Austin smirked. "Heh...I mean, to be honest...I wasn't."

"Oh really?"

"It was kind of...I don't know, kind of thrilling and fun, you know? Almost getting caught like that?"

The polar bear nodded understandingly. "Oh, I know--done my fair share of public stuff before, too."

"Really? What's the craziest thing you've done in public?" Austin asked.

Kane thoughtfully licked his ice cream before he spoke again. "Well, not counting the fetish events I've gone to..."

Austin stared at the polar bear, instantly captivated--visions of Kane decked out in leather and spanking boys before fucking them on crowded streets full of scantily-clad men danced through his imagination.

"Probably the wildest thing I've done was fuck a guy in a museum," Kane finished.

Austin's eyebrows rose. "Whaaaat?"

"Well, it was a supply closet in a museum," the polar bear clarified. "I was there for an event, and one of the waiters was giving me the eye, and he and I snuck off for a little more privacy. He spent a while blowing me, but when he showed me his ass..."

Austin watched Kane lapse into his reverie; he let the older man enjoy the memory for a moment longer before he asked, "Did you two get pretty loud?"

Kane chuckled. "He was actually really into getting choked, so it was easy to keep him quiet--I still made a lot of noise, though...pretty sure some of the catering staff heard us, the supply closet was right next to the kitchen."

"Nooo," the otter groaned, tickled by Kane's antics.

The polar bear smirked. "Still had a really good time...it's like the thrill of possibly getting caught just makes you want to do more, it's such a rush, right?"

Austin nodded.

"And it seems you're starting to really enjoy this kind of thing, too," Kane went on.

"Hehe...yeah, maybe," the young otter admitted.

"Yeah, maybe, he says--my boy's a kinky little fucker, isn't he," Kane growled in Austin's ear as they continued walking down the path and back to the artist tents.

"Heh, yes, Daddy," Austin giggled. He cleared his throat before he tentatively continued, "Just...don't make me do anything too crazy, at least not yet."

Kane glowered at him playfully. "Do I need to remind you who's in charge here?"

"No, Daddy," Austin replied deferentially.

"Good boy. Now, let's go check out some art," the polar bear said in a business-like tone. Kane glanced around to see if anyone was watching...before he snuck his hand down to Austin's backside and pinched his rump, prompting a soft squeal from the boy, "and try to keep yourself together while Daddy buzzes your ass."

When Austin and Kane returned to the front entrance of the art festival, they began walking clockwise around the park, ambling slowly along the footpath and taking their time to check out the stalls and tents that caught their attention. They continued licking their ice creams, catching errant drips and swirling their tongues over their frozen treats before eventually munching and crunching on their cones while they surveyed all of the art around them. Their heads turned left and right, they zig-zagged across the path to inspect tents on both sides of the trail, and they chatted with artists and vendors aplenty to learn more about their work and their wares.

There was Callie Grayson, a stout sheep in her 50s whose tent was full of beautifully-glazed ceramic bowls, mugs, platters, honeypots, vases, and teapots.

There was Indigo Safiq, a meerkat in their late 30s with a shock of magenta fur on their head who specialized in silkscreen printing--the walls of their tent were adorned with dozens of vibrant prints featuring people holding flowers, balloons, skulls, and tree branches.

There was Divya Mahajan, a powerfully-built tiger in her 40s who sold gorgeous handmade textiles along with her partner, Sofia Calzada, a muscular hyena of the same age, who created papercrafts and handbound journals.

There was Maksym Zoschenko, a lean deer carpenter who couldn't have been older than 25; his tent featured immaculate walnut-and-epoxy dining tables, coffee tables, cutting boards, and serving platters.

There was Laura Gallardo, a lithe kangaroo in her 30s with a tent full of macro photographs of insect eyes, wings, and other body parts that had been edited to look like bright, ornately jeweled mandalas.

There was Jacob Lespardi, a pudgy red panda in his 40s who created mirror and picture frames out of unusual materials, from driftwood and sea glass to old car parts and doll hands.

There was Miranda Ferris, a slender wolf in her late 20s who also worked with ceramics. Unlike Callie, she sculpted planters in the shape of sitting bears, wolves laying on their backs, cats standing on their hind legs, and dinosaurs on the hunt; each planter held a succulent or cactus, and the planters were glazed with bright, playful colors.

There was Otis Delgado, an overweight iguana in his 50s who blew glass into beautiful baubles, pitchers, cups, and more than a few pipes and bongs.

There was Hannah Khatib, a slightly portly fossa in her mid 40s whose watercolor paintings of nonsensical animals practically lit up her tent.

There was Xavier Drake, a thin leopard in his 30s whose intricately crafted jewelry hung from the racks lining the walls of his tent.

And there were more, so many, many others--Austin snapped what must have been hundreds of pictures, all of the art pieces that caught his eye. There was one piece in particular he would have loved to purchase: A metal printed, long-exposure photo of a waterfall at night with fireflies illuminating the river and plants and leaving thin trails of light behind them. But it would have been too big to take back home with him, and too much of a hassle to ship--not to mention the fact that the artist, LeAnne Griffin, a corgi in her 40s, was asking $4,500 for it.

"Make it something to save your pennies for," Kane had advised while the otter gazed longingly at the photo.

Austin and Kane continued on, walking along the trail, reveling in all the amazing art they were getting to see together on such a gorgeous day, and collecting business cards from the stalls that they enjoyed visiting. They lost track of time as they asked the artists about their pieces and listened to some of the vendors describe how they got involved with the festival, while others talked about their creative processes, and there were some artists who shared their personal journeys to their chosen industry.

Thirty minutes became an hour. One hour slipped into two, and two hours went on into two and a half; over the course of the afternoon as Austin and Kane made their way around the park, Kane had fired off another five rounds of teasing pulses to Austin's vibrator, making the otter jolt more from the surprise than the physical sensation. Kane had snickered while he watched Austin add a little extra hop to his step whenever the vibrator pulsed hard against his prostate; for his part, the otter had thrown the occasional dirty look at the polar bear, glaring at him knowingly while the vibrator abruptly kicked in and out of high gear and the damp spot in his underwear grew. There were a few other moments when Kane had simply ramped up the intensity of the steady flow setting, although he always stopped just before the point where Austin would have begun visibly writhing from the powerful throbbing of the vibrator.

"Hooo, you're truly evil, you know that?" Austin asked, panting softly as Kane's latest barrage against his prostate faded back to a tolerable tickle.

"Would you have me any other way?" Kane snickered while he continued walking alongside Austin--the two of them had made it into the festival's inner semi-circle of artist tents by this point. They slowly strolled past the stalls and occasionally paused for a closer look at some of the merchandise on offer.

The otter grinned. "Nope, not one bit."

"Heh, that's my boy."

Austin was about to continue speaking, but he cut himself off when, a few tents ahead, he saw a rainbow-patterned sign advertising "Lena Taggart's Funky Handcrafted ASSets"--he snorted at the sign's visual emphasis on "ass", but he couldn't deny his curiosity.

"Ooh, hey, want to check that one out?" the otter asked the polar bear, motioning at the sign.

"Eh, you go on ahead; actually, do you mind if I start heading for the main tent?" Kane asked in reply. "I need to sit down, rest my feet."

"Oh! Sure thing, I'll meet you there," Austin answered understandingly.

The two of them parted ways, with Austin continuing forward while Kane circled back and made his way to the large pagoda in the center of the park. The otter trotted past the next couple of tents and sidestepped a cluster of women who were blocking half of the path while they waited in line for wine samples; when Austin arrived in front of Ava Taggart's tent, he saw that there was one other person--a fox in her early 20s--perusing the tables and shelves of goods, while Lena herself--a mouse maybe 10 years older than Austin and decked out with piercings in her nostrils, eyebrows, and ears--sat in a canvas chair in the back corner of her stall.

"Hey, how are you?" Lena called, welcoming Austin in.

"Doing great, thanks! Your stuff looks awesome," Austin called back while his eyes roamed over the containers of handmade buttons and badges, the trays of crystals, candles, and incense holders, the shelves of tea towels and aprons, the racks of necklaces, wrist bands, and earrings, and the plethora of stickers, postcards, patches, coasters, and bandanas that littered the tables. Austin felt like he'd just entered a realm that was part apothecary and part kitschy gift shop...and while he'd initially thought of possibly purchasing something for himself, as he continued glancing around the tent, he was now starting to think that maybe he should find something fun to buy for Kane.

"Ah, thank you! Everything's handmade from sustainable materials, and 10% of my proceeds go to kids in need," Lena told him. "Oh, and if you get three stickers, you get a fourth free!"

"Cool, thanks!"

"Let me know if you have any questions."

Austin began browsing, first spending a few minutes checking out the shelf of tea towels and aprons--they'd all been screen printed with sayings like "Certified Bad Bitch", "You Think My Pussy's Bad, You Should Meet My Cat!", "You Whine, I Wine", and "100% Grade-A Sexy Bastard". Austin smirked when he saw the towel printed with "A Comma Makes All the Difference: Call Me Daddy vs. Call Me, Daddy". But deciding to forego the funny kitchen accessory route, Austin moved onto one of the tables; he figured Kane probably didn't need a crystal, candle, or incense holder, and he focused instead on some of the stickers and patches that were laying on the table's surface.

As he sorted through the merchandise--there were tons of stickers that looked like beautiful tattoos and patches that ranged from made-up logos and funny sayings to simple animals and signs for national parks--Austin felt the vibrator in his ass begin increasing in intensity again...before it slowly decreased...then increased...and decreased...

The otter smiled to himself, realizing that Kane was toying with him from far away now--how long was the range on the remote control?--and creating more gradual waves of pleasurable vibrations. His hole quivered and his dick twitched in his underwear with every steady increase in power; Austin had been walking around with a semi all afternoon, as Kane hadn't teased his prostate to the point of making him completely erect, but Austin knew that if the polar bear kept up the current treatment, he was going to be sporting a raging hard-on in his shorts.

He couldn't dawdle--or, if he did, he'd have to make every conscious effort not to get too excited.

Austin took a deep breath and forced himself to concentrate despite the fact that the vibrator was zinging his prostate in a tantalizing rhythm that almost made the otter want to start humping something--a pillow, a chair, a leg, a hand, the ground, a tree--he didn't care what, he just needed to hump so badly...

But instead, the otter willed himself to keep calm and distracted himself by moving on from the stickers and patches on the table to the buttons and badges in one of the containers. He saw that Lena had used many of the same designs and prints for her buttons, while the badges were completely unique--some of them featured movie characters or popular memes, others were simple emojis or flowers, and Austin saw more that were animals paired with different sayings and phrases. There was a dog on a bench with the phrase "Actual Good Boy", a T-rex in a cup under the title "Tea-Rex", a raccoon in a garbage can with the slogan "Eat The Rich"...

The vibrator kept buzzing in small waves that rolled in, crested against Austin's pleasure spot, and rolled out again while more precum dribbled from his cock and seeped into his underwear. The otter clenched his jaw and occasionally shifted his weight from one foot to the other, doing his utmost to not get overwhelmed by the blissful buzzing on his prostate. His cock was at half mast, and he felt like he was practically wetting himself with precum by this point, but Austin determinedly continued sorting through the badges, keeping his mind occupied and forcing himself not to get visibly excited.

To the casual passerby, the otter was just rifling through the bin of badges, doing nothing of real note apart from occasionally shifting his weight from one foot to the other--nobody would have caught onto the vibrator lodged in his rear or Austin's concerted efforts to keep his arousal at bay and remain inconspicuous.

Trying not to get even more turned on by the fact that he was getting away with being teased by Kane from far away and effectively at the polar bear's mercy in a crowded arts festival, Austin picked through more badges, examining them before discarding them...

Until he stopped...and grinned triumphantly when he realized he'd found the perfect badge for Kane.

It was a goofy-looking, shirtless polar bear wearing a pair of purple and pink shorts and bright yellow sunglasses, and he was doing an ollie on a skateboard in front of the phrase "RAD DAD".

Austin couldn't stop grinning at the badge; it was just silly, a fun and funky little trinket that made him feel good...and he hoped it would make Kane feel special, too.

The otter held onto his find and, with the vibrator still going in waves inside him, gingerly stepped around to the rack of wrist bands. In addition to a funny keepsake, Austin figured that he should maybe buy the older polar bear something a little more refined...and when his eyes fell on the soft, black leather bracelet with an understated silver clasp hanging from the rack, the otter knew he'd found just the thing to correspond with the leather cuff that Kane had gotten for him back at X-Otico.

Austin plucked his selection from the rack; he briefly checked out the rest of Lena's offerings, but nothing else appealed to him as something to buy for either Kane or himself. Satisfied with what he'd found, he took the badge and wristband over to the mouse, who thanked him for his support while she rang him up. Fortunately, Kane didn't send any surprise commands to the vibrator as Austin paid for his purchases--the toy simply continued its teasing wave cycle--and he pocketed his merchandise and went on his way without incident.

Once he exited Lena's tent, the otter made for the central pagoda where he knew Kane was sitting and waiting for him; he walked at a fast, purposeful pace, cutting through the crowds and past the clusters of people lingering on the footpath. Austin still glanced at some of the tents that caught his interest, but he sped by them, making a beeline for the center of the park while the vibrator kept buzzing away in his rear. He wanted to get to Kane as quickly as possible to both give him his gifts and beg the polar bear to give his prostate a break from the waves of vibrations.

Austin made it back to the central path and took the turn that would lead to the middle of Traeger Park, but as he strode along the path and approached the main tent where the band was playing, people were sitting at their tables, and the bar was in full swing--

The otter paused in his tracks, momentarily distracted from his goal and the vibrator's wave pattern...and then he stepped off the path so he could stand still and out of the way of the other festival visitors. His eyes were wide and his heart skipped a beat as he recognized the two figures walking away from the tent and towards the food trucks: Emmett and Vera were gabbing away and laughing with each other, beers in hand, and looking like they didn't have a care in the world.

Austin's eyes narrowed as he watched his brother and sister continue strolling along, totally oblivious to the fact that their younger sibling was literally within shouting distance. His heart thumped in his chest again, but this time it was as if it was made out of old rubber--there was a strain to it, an indignant but tired ache that had formed over years of wear and tear, ready to give out because there was no elasticity left.

He was more than happy to be at the festival with Kane; the older man had brought him here when he didn't have to, he had done so many things with Austin, he had shown and taught him so much already, had treated him and made Austin feel like he was a valid person that mattered, had done things for Austin that the young otter had only ever fantasized about...

The six short days he'd spent with the polar bear had been more valuable, validating, and joyful than the 20 long, agonizing years he had been a part of his family. And Austin knew, instantly and without a shred of doubt, that he wouldn't have traded a single second with Kane for a moment of genuine quality time with his parents or siblings.

But seeing Emmett and Vera here--so close and out in the open, where it was just the three of them--made Austin, for an instant, want to run over and join them. He wanted to tackle Emmett and give Vera a hug, to be the happy-go-lucky baby brother with the cool older brother and sister who would move the heavens to make him happy, who would walk through fire for him, who could do no wrong and would always have his back.

But the instant of deep-seated yearning died as quickly as it had been born in Austin's heart, a spark that snuffed itself out as fast as it had bloomed into existence.

What he had just longed for was pure fiction. Emmett and Vera, care about him? That wasn't them. They existed in their own little world, a world that had been given to them on a silver platter by their doting, caring, loving parents, by the same people who had raised Austin with so little attention. As long as Austin could remember, his siblings had made it clear that he was beneath their notice, not even worth looking at. He had tried to engage them throughout his childhood--he had asked Emmett what he was working on, he had shown Vera drawings, he had told Emmett about his problems, he had asked Vera for help, and every time he had heard the same responses.

"Go away."

"I don't have time right now."

"Oh my god, you're so annoying."

"Leave me alone."

Everything they did was so much more important, from swim competitions and practice to school and parties and jobs--he could count on one hand the number of times he had talked with his brother and sister for more than five minutes in his whole life. There was no room for him in their lives, no need for him...no desire for him.

So he stopped reaching out, stopped making an effort to engage; over the years, the distance widened, and the gulf of detachment and abandonment grew into a vast, deep ocean of apathy.

And yet even with the indifferent sea now separating Austin from his siblings, he still felt a resentful pang sear through the tired husk of his heart. Of all the things Emmett and Vera could have done around Las Positas, they chose to come to the same festival that he, Austin, was enjoying...and he would have joined them if they had asked.

But they didn't even do him the courtesy of asking if he'd been interested, of inviting him along to something that they all could have enjoyed together. They didn't even consider the possibility of including him in an opportunity to have fun together, to make at least one good memory together.

Austin clenched his jaw for a moment while he watched Emmett and Vera laughing and giggling--no doubt because of some stupid inside joke just between them--as they headed for the truck marked for Mobile Magic Macarons.

"Right...fuck 'em," he muttered, his tone bitter...but self-assured.

Enough was enough. There was no room for him in their lives? Then there would be no room for them in his life. He would no longer be forgotten or neglected by his mother, his father, his brother, and his sister.

He would forget them all instead.

There was no point in trying to gain the attention and love that had never been available in the first place. He had spent his whole life hoping--intently at first and passively in his later teenage years--that somehow he would be noticed, dreaming that he would receive some kind of approval or support, fantasizing about just one moment where being a part of his family actually meant being a part of his family.

No more. No more hoping. No more dreaming. No more fantasizing.

No more waiting around for a day that would never come.

He was done. He was ready to move on, to live for himself.

The otter took a breath and closed his eyes, blocking everything out...then exhaled forcefully, shaking off the stormy moment and stuffing his lingering resentment into a little box in his mind. He was back, he was here with Kane, he was having a good time, it was a beautiful day, he'd just gotten some fun gifts for the polar bear he was hanging out with, and he had a vibrator actively teasing his prostate, for crying out loud--his siblings weren't thinking about him, so why should he waste even an iota of brain space on them?

Good riddance.

Feeling as though he had just shed a little extra weight, Austin got himself back on track and resumed walking toward the pagoda. When he stepped under the canopy, he saw that a different bluegrass band had taken over for the one he'd observed when he and Kane had walked by the tent on their way to get ice cream--this time there was an alligator on an old double bass, a llama on guitar, a bison playing the fiddle, and a panther playing the tambourine and singing.

"When you're young and free, running alongside the suuuuun," the panther was singing into her microphone.

It didn't take long for Austin to spot Kane--the polar bear had settled at a table towards the rear of the tent and was tapping his foot on the ground in time with the music's tempo. He had already procured two bottles of beer and, and he took a swig from his bottle, which appeared to be half empty already.

The otter trotted over, stepping up behind the polar bear and patting his shoulder.

Kane turned in his seat, surprised when he felt Austin's hand. "Oh! Well, hi there!"

"Having a good time?" Austin asked, nodding down at him with a grin.

"Heh, absolutely--how about you, been staying out of trouble?"

"Yeah, no thanks to you," Austin scoffed facetiously as he gently planted himself in the chair next to Kane.

"Aw, what's the matter, kiddo? Something going on I should know about?" the older polar bear snickered.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what's going on."

Kane laughed and nodded. "Alright, alright, I couldn't help myself. Need a little breather?"

"Please!"

"That's please...what?"

"Please, Daddy," Austin said obediently.

"Atta boy."

The polar bear reached into his pocket for the remote control, and Austin soon felt the vibrator settle down from its rhythmic waves and lapse back into a soft, tingling flow.

"Aaahh, that's so much better," Austin sighed gratefully, sitting back in his chair now.

"Heh, feel like you can relax a little?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good--here's a little something to help even more," Kane said as he pushed the second full beer bottle over to Austin.

The otter picked it up and saw Kane had bought him something from Longmont Brewing Company.

"Shandy? What's that?" Austin asked, reading the label.

"Lemonade mixed with beer," Kane replied. "It's pretty good, thought you might like it."

Austin took an experimental sip, tasting the dryness of the beer mixed with the refreshing sweetness and tart tones of the lemonade. "Huh! Yeah, I could get into that," the otter said before knocking back another mouthful. "What did you get?"

"Just a lager," Kane answered, showing his younger companion the label on his beer bottle that read "Gingerfield Amber Lager".

"Ah, nice."

"How was the last tent? Did you find anything you like?"

Austin grinned. "Actually, I found a couple little things for you."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, first up..."

Kane watched with interest as Austin dug into his pocket and extracted the items he'd purchased; the otter first handed over the "RAD DAD" badge, laying it face-up in Kane's palm.

The polar bear snorted with delight and beamed immediately when he saw the badge. "Oh my god! Aw, Austin, I love it, thank you!"

The otter smiled gratefully at the older man's praise. "Heh, I'm glad you like it! It made me think of you...and you've been a really rad dad to me for this week."

Kane's expression morphed from delight to warm, heartfelt affection. "Aw, thanks, kiddo--I just wanted to make sure you have a good time on vacation...hope I haven't been overdoing it or anything with you."

"Are you kidding? This has actually been the best week ever so far," Austin said emphatically.

"Aw, well, I'm...I'm really glad you've been enjoying spending time with me," Kane admitted almost bashfully.

The otter leaned forward in his chair, looking earnestly at the polar bear. "Totally! I mean, I should really be thanking you for hanging out with me, I've been loving every minute with you, and...well, anyone who doesn't see how awesome you are is missing out on something really special...I mean, the badge says it pretty well," he added.

The polar bear's eyes blazed bright, and Kane reached over the table with his free hand to gently hold Austin's paw. "Well, I knew you were sweet, Austin, but this...is above and beyond kind," he said, his tone heavy with emotion as he glanced down at the badge again. "I know it's a little silly, but I can't tell you how much it means to get something like this from you...and I'm glad I can be a rad dad for you, kiddo," he added with a light chuckle.

Austin squeezed Kane's hand reassuringly as the visibly touched polar bear gazed at him. "It's not silly at all...thanks for being here for me, Dad."

Kane's thumb tenderly stroked over Austin's fingers, a gesture of something more than just friendly fondness, of something beyond paternal affection. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, son," he replied softly.

And Austin believed him, knew with absolute conviction that the polar bear was being genuine.

The two of them stared into each others' eyes for a moment, Kane's blue-eyed gaze meeting Austin's hazel irises--with the older man's hand still holding his own, heat rose in Austin's cheeks, and his heart pumped excitedly in his chest, feeling as if it was swelling with joyful satisfaction. At that instant, everything in the world just felt...right...

An irrepressible, gleeful smile grew on the otter's lips, and Kane grinned in return, wearing a doofy smile of his own; the boy and the man 37 years older than he, separated by so many experiences and years of life, giggled and chuckled together in a moment of unified jubilance. Kane patted Austin's hand before he released it, and he held on tightly to the badge in his other paw.

"Now, I think you said you got a couple things for me?" Kane prompted, still chortling.

"Heh, yeah, just one more thing...here," Austin said as he held up the leather wristband he'd also purchased.

"Oooh, oh, that's nice!" Kane said, taking the bracelet from Austin and inspecting it.

Austin watched the burly polar bear turn the thin cuff over in his hands and rub his fingers over the leather, and he kept grinning, pleased that Kane was evidently happy with his gift.

"You like it?" Austin asked.

"Yeah!" Kane replied enthusiastically. "Kind of like the one I got you the other day, but a little less in your face..."

"That's exactly what I was thinking!"

"Nice! Here, want to put it on me?" Kane asked, holding out his left hand, with the leather band resting on his palm.

Austin happily took over; he plucked the bracelet from Kane's open palm and unfastened the clasp before he wrapped the length of soft, black leather around the polar bear's left wrist; the wristband was just long enough to encircle the end of the polar bear's beefy forearm, with a little extra room to sit comfortably and not cut off Kane's circulation. The otter clasped the wristband into place, and admired how the black leather stylishly contrasted with the polar bear's white fur. Kane shook his wrist experimentally, testing the fit, before he nodded, content.

"That's so nice! Thanks so much!"

"Of course! Wanted to get you just a little something--you've been treating me and getting stuff for me this whole time," Austin pointed out, "so now you've got a couple souvenirs of your own."

"I love 'em," Kane said merrily while he reached under the table and rested his hand on the otter's knee and gave it a quick squeeze.

The two of them snickered between each other again before they lapsed into silence and turned their attention back to the band on the stage. The four-person group played and sang through more of their set list; the panther vocalist and tambourine player danced around the stage while her accompaniment played backing melodies and harmonies, and the audience clapped and cheered at the end of each song. The band carried on for another 20 minutes, and Austin and Kane contentedly listened and watched while they drank their beers; when they finished their first round, Kane procured another couple of bottles for himself and Austin, and they sat comfortably in their chairs. Between the music he was enjoying, the beer making him more at ease, and his overall sense of contentment while he was spending time with Kane, Austin was hardly paying any attention to the vibrator still in his ass this point; its buzzing under his tail and against his prostate was so subtle and felt so natural that it was just easy enough to forget about it. Instead, he and Kane bobbed their heads, tapped their feet on the ground, and traded surreptitious squeezes on each others' knees under the table while the band struck up one bluegrass tune after another, until they finally finished their time slot.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've been Talia and the Dusters! Thank you all so much, you've been a wonderful audience!" the panther called amid the crowd's applause after she and the band concluded their last number.

"What'd you think?" Kane asked while he clapped along with the rest of the audience under the canopy.

"They were really good!" Austin replied, applauding as well.

"Yeah, really fun songs," Kane agreed. The audience settled down and the ambience of dozens of conversations filled the pagoda while Talia and the Dusters cleared off the stage. "Might have to look them up, she's a really good singer...want to watch the next guy, or ready to push on?"

Austin shrugged. "I'm fine to stay put...unless you have something else planned?"

Kane shook his head. "Nope, nothing else on the agenda for today, this was it."

"Really? No surprise fancy dinners or sexy stores you wanted to take me to?" Austin asked sarcastically.

"Heh, no, not today, kiddo," Kane chuckled before he drained his beer bottle. "Aaah, although how about you be a good boy and get Daddy another beer? I've got a tab open at the bar already."

Austin grinned and squeezed Kane's knee under the table one more time before he pushed himself up from his seat. "You got it, papa bear."

The otter crossed the space under the vast, peaked canopy, stepping around tables and scooting by a few people who were on their way out and heading back to the artist tents and food trucks. Austin ambled along easily, the two shandies in his system having given him a tiny buzz. However, when he was just 10 feet away from joining the small line that had already formed in front of the bar--

"Ooh!" Austin gasped softly and shivered for a split second as the vibrator in his butt seemed to kick back to life--the toy had abruptly pulsed against his prostate, making him clench involuntarily.

While he'd been relaxing in his chair earlier, his dick had gone soft, as his body had grown accustomed to the perpetual background flow of the vibrator's soft buzzing. But with the sudden pulse against his pleasure spot, Austin could feel his arousal starting to return.

Austin looked back at Kane with playful contempt--the burly polar bear sitting at the table was already watching him, and Kane waggled his eyebrows and tipped a mocking salute in Austin's direction.

The otter scoffed, keeping up the appearance of indignance for the polar bear's amusement, and turned back to the bar as another pulse--a stronger one this time--wracked his prostate.

Austin had to wait a few minutes for the other patrons ahead of him to receive their drinks. During that time, the vibrator's pulses steadily grew more intense, ramping up from soft impacts to explosive bursts of buzzing. Austin did his best to hold still, but he flinched when the vibrator pulsed especially hard, and his dick--now at a semi--throbbed in his underwear.

"What can I get you?" the orange tabby feline bartender asked when it was finally Austin's turn to order.

"Just a-aaah Gingerfield Amber, please," Austin replied, using the long "a" to cover for the pulse that had just fired off in his ass while he'd ordered.

"Sure thing," the cat said, not even bothering to ask for the otter's ID. As she grabbed a bottle from the cooler, she asked, "Want to start a tab?"

"Already got one, should be u-uuuh-nder Kane Markov," Austin said, doing everything in his power not to shudder while another intense pulse blasted his prostate. The initial wet spot in his underwear had dried a while back, but Austin could already feel the beginnings of a new one as a fresh head of precum soaked into the fabric of his thong.

"Ah gotcha." The bartender quickly popped the cap off of the bottle of lager before she rang up the beer on her tablet, then pushed the drink to Austin.

"Thanks!" Austin said quickly before he stepped away.

He practically power-walked back to his and Kane's table, spasming a few times along the way as the polar bear--who was watching him approach--cranked up the intensity in the vibrator again.

"Ah! Hmm!" Austin grunted softly, trying to cope with the feeling of having his prostate effectively electrocuted by the toy in his ass. His fur stood on end and sweat had begun to form on his brow, and the harried otter quickly thrust the beer into the polar bear's hands as soon as he was within reach.

"Have fun while you were away?" Kane asked derisively before he took a sip off his beer.

"You're soooo--hmm!--evil," Austin groaned as he tenderly sat down...before he flinched again at another hard pulse.

"You're so evil..."

"You're so evil, Da-aaaa-ddy!"

Kane smirked smugly as he reached into his pocket for the remote control. "Damn straight, son."

"Hoooo," Austin sighed in relief as he felt the vibrator resume its soft flow.

"Better?"

"Uh-huh...thank you, Daddy."

"Thank you, son," Kane returned, raising his fresh beer in Austin's direction.

Before Austin could reply, the amplified voice of the festival's emcee cut him off, and he and Kane turned their heads to look at the stage again.

"Alright, folks, give it up for the amazing Gabriel Peck!" the big-eared, fennec fox shouted into the microphone.

Austin and Kane clapped along with the rest of the audience as a tall, muscular, bay-coated Clydesdale took to the stage, followed by a lean rabbit and a portly gopher. The horse wore a thin, faded green t-shirt that stretched across his chest, and well-worn jeans with a few holes and tears; his mane had been pulled back into a bun, there was additional stubble along his chin, and he carried an acoustic guitar onstage with him. Austin stared at the ruggedly handsome Clydesdale, then traded a teasing glance with Kane, who seemed to know exactly what Austin was thinking.

"Found some eye candy?" Kane asked while he continued clapping along with the rest of the audience.

"Maybe!" Austin said with a wink before he settled down along with everyone else as the horse took his place behind the microphone at the front of centerstage.

"Thank you, thank you--really appreciate the welcome, y'all," Gabriel the Clydesdale said, his soft, deep voice betraying the faint hint of a rural twang. While his bandmates set up--the hare on mandolin and the gopher on drums--Gabriel continued, "We're all really honored to get to play for y'all today. You've got me and my boys Tommy and Scott for about an hour, and we've got some great stuff for you that we hope you enjoy. This first number was inspired by my childhood when I'd visit my grandparents on their farm out in Preston--"

"Whooo!" a black bear sitting at a table on the far side of the tent whooped, eliciting laughter from the whole crowd.

"Oh, hey, you from Preston?" Gabriel asked, grinning.

"Yeah, grew up there!" the black bear called back.

"Well, how about that? Then you'll probably recognize a few spots in this song," Gabriel told him amiably. He glanced back at his bandmates. "Alright, ready, boys? 1, 2, 3..."

The horse started strumming his guitar, and the gopher on the drums began playing at an upbeat tempo as the hare struck up a lively melody on his mandolin.

"Down the Lincoln stretch, along the 45, my ma did flyyy, she carried me on a freight train wiiiind," Gabriel crooned into the microphone.

As the large Clydesdale launched into his fast-paced, toe-tapping song, Austin and Kane watched Gabriel swing his hips from side to side and let himself be taken over by the music. He rocked back and forth, and added the occasional flourish with his broad hands as he strummed his guitar; during bridges in the song, he would strut over to the hare and duel with him, trading the melody on his guitar for the harmony on his bandmate's mandolin, before dancing over to the gopher on the drum and kicking his feet in time with the percussionist's beats.

The polar bear and the otter applauded when Gabriel and his band concluded their opening number, and the trio immediately struck up their next tune, with the Clydesdale singing along with the hare's introduction on the mandolin.

"Way down south, where the trees grow tall, I lost myself in her eyeeees," Gabriel sang on.

As the horse played with his band, Austin found himself unable to look away from the strapping Clydesdale--his gaze lingered on the defined silhouette of his pecs, on his thick and sure fingers plucking the strings of his guitar, on the way his biceps stretched his shirtsleeves and swept into his veined, chiseled forearms, on his bulky torso that led down to his muscled thighs hidden by his ragged jeans, on the little bit of scruffy stubble on his chin...not to mention the obvious bulge of Gabriel's crotch. Austin was spellbound, sitting comfortably mesmerized in his seat.

"...isn't he?"

"Huh?" Austin grunted.

He had lapsed into a trance by Gabriel's fourth song, but Kane's voice brought him back to the present, where the band was taking a quick water break; the tall, lumberjack-built Clydesdale was currently sitting on a stool and chatting animatedly with the black bear who had shared his connection through Preston at the start of the show.

"I said he's good, isn't he?" Kane repeated, leaning in close to Austin with a coy grin on his face.

Austin giggled. "Heh, yeah, he's really good!"

"Think you're getting to be more of a bluegrass fan?" Kane prompted.

"Well...if they all looked like him, I would have gotten into it a long time ago," Austin told the polar bear, chuckling giddily as a small amount of heat rose in his cheeks.

"Yeah? Are you enjoying his music, or do you have a thing for horses?" Kane waggled his eyebrows while, unseen by Austin, he casually snuck his hand into his pocket.

"Can I say yes to both?"

Kane laughed. "Ha! Good answer, kiddo...I have to admit, he's very easy on the eyes." He glanced over at the stage again and looked at Gabriel appraisingly. "Not as cute as you, but definitely got that good country boy sex appeal...I could see the two of you having a lot of fun together."

Before Austin could reply, the vibrator geared up again, this time shifting back into its teasing wave pattern.

"Ooh!" Austin gasped and squirmed in his seat as the vibrations in his ass rose in intensity to a powerful crescendo before easing back down in the trough of the wave.

"Is that something you want, kiddo?" Kane asked, lazily directing his attention back to Austin. "A roll in the hay with the big, strong Clydesdale?"

Austin hesitated, distracted by the vibrator buzzing more intently in his ass now, and he was doing everything he could to stay still in his chair and not draw too much attention to himself. His eyes darted over to the horse sitting on his stool--Gabriel was sitting almost as if he was purposely exhibiting himself, showing off his sturdy chest, his thick legs, and the fantasy-inspiring bulge that lay between his thighs.

Another wave surged through the vibrator, making the otter's dick begin chubbing up again. "Mmmf...maybe."

"Heh, you don't need to lie to Daddy, boy, I can see how much you like him." Kane smirked at Austin as he went on, "A handsome stud like him, he's probably pretty well hung and needs a tight, slutty piece of ass to breed...and I think you'd be a perfect fit for him."

The otter's ass spasmed around the vibrator as another swell of buzzing grew...and crested, milking Austin's prostate and encouraging his cock to stiffen in his underwear.

"You already know how big I am, but can you imagine how big, thick, and juicy his dick would be when it's hard?" Kane continued almost conversationally, his voice low as he leaned in closer to Austin, conspiratorially closing the distance between them. "He's probably more than a full foot long, and he's going to need somewhere to bury that tool of his."

Austin gulped and grimaced, then shuddered--Kane had ramped up the intensity of the waves, they were stronger now than they'd been before when he'd first felt them when he'd been checking out Lena's tent earlier. The otter was trying to keep his composure, but the polar bear was wearing him down like an ocean eroding a stone to nothing. "Oh fuck," he whimpered.

"Is that what you want, son?" Kane asked, a smug grin on his lips. "To get fucked by a big ol' horse dick? Do you want to have that huge cock pumping in and out of you?"

"Uuhm...aah...kind of," Austin breathed as his gaze darted back to Gabriel once more; the horse had stood from his stool by now and was conferring with his bandmates who had returned to the stage.

"It's okay son, tell your dad the truth," Kane said encouragingly.

Austin gulped again while his ass clenched hard around the buzzing toy inside of it; his prostate was getting battered again and again by the rolling waves of vibrations, and his cock had stiffened to full mast and was pushing against his underwear. The trough of every wave gave him a brief respite, while each peak ramped up the pleasure and pushed out another bead of warm, slimy precum into the fabric of his thong. "Y-yes, Daddy."

"The whole thing, kiddo."

Austin couldn't stop himself, and he huffed in a rush, "I wanna get fucked by a big horse dick, Dad."

Kane chuckled, satisfied. "Atta boy. I'm sure we can find a way to make that happen; Daddy would love to loan you out to a breeding stud like him."

Before the polar bear could continue, the Clydesdale on the stage picked up his guitar and spoke into the microphone once more. "Alright, folks, thanks for waiting for us; we're back and ready to keep going. This next song's a favorite of ours, and we hope y'all enjoy it, too."

Gabriel counted his bandmates in before he began singing, "Down to the river, down in the night, I asked my brother, could you spare me a light..."

Kane resumed speaking as the horse kept singing; the polar bear raised his voice just enough for only Austin to still hear him over the music that filled the pagoda. "Would you like that?" Kane growled. "To get whored out by your father like some little slut and get bred by strangers while Daddy watches?"

Between the vibrator's waves of pleasure radiating into his prostate, Kane's dirty talk in his ear, his arousal throbbing in his underwear, the thrill of being teased in public with nobody else being aware of what was going on, and his imagination running away with visions of being bent over and railed by Gabriel, Austin was quickly losing the capacity for rational thought; he just wanted to let himself get carried away by Kane's lustful teasing, to submit to the heat of the moment.

"Oh fuck yes, Dad," he grunted

"You do? You want Dad to watch you take a long, thick horse cock balls deep?" the polar bear egged him on.

"Haah...mmf, yes, Daddy."

"Hehe, what else do you want Daddy to see?"

Austin gasped; the vibrator was driving him wild, and he wriggled in his seat in an effort to cope with the euphoric buzzing that was milking more precum from his prostate. "I...I want you to watch your son get bred, Daddy...haaah....I-I want you to watch me get my guts filled with horse cum."

"That's my boy," Kane rumbled proudly. "Daddy wants to see you get loaded up with so much horse cum that you get fat from it."

"Aah! Mmf!" Austin stifled a gasp as another intense wave of vibrations crashed against his pleasure spot.

The polar bear chuckled nonchalantly. "Heh, I'd love to see the bulge in your stomach when he really starts plowing you...I bet he's got a huge flare, and it's going to fill you up so much when he's about to cum in you."

Austin panted as he glanced at the stage--Gabriel was still singing and playing his guitar, but the otter was envisioning the horse ramming his cock into him, his blunt, rounded cockhead engorged to the diameter of a small dinner plate, the ridge of his glans stiff and throbbing as it parted his innards around it and prodded at his belly from the inside of his abdomen again and again.

"Of course, that would be after I watch your tight little hole stretch around his thick dick," Kane went on, getting Austin's attention again. "Hell, after taking a cock like his, you could probably take Daddy's fist."

A devious glint flashed in the polar bear's eye, and he asked, "Would you like that? For your papa bear to wear you like a glove?"

It was like the polar bear was pressing every button he could to force Austin closer to the edge, and the otter didn't hesitate to desperately hiss, "Yeeesss pleeeeaaase!"

"Heh, my boy's got a hungry hole, doesn't he? And after getting fucked by that big Clydesdale, you'd be all loose and sloppy and dripping in horse jizz," Kane noted.

"Fuuuuhuuuck," Austin breathed, struggling to cope.

"You'd need something to fill you, wouldn't you," the polar bear stated factually.

"Yessir...and Daddy's hand would be the perfect fit," the otter moaned while Gabriel and his band continued to play.

"You mean this big meathook right here?" Kane asked smugly as he heavily laid his free hand on the table, showing off the sheer bulk of his broad, hefty palm and his long, strong, heavy-duty fingers. Austin could imagine the weight of the burly polar bear's paw inside him, the tantalizing textures of his fur and pads, its girth spreading him open and sinking into him, and getting his sensitive insides teased and tickled by the thick digits.

Kane curled his hand into a fist, a solid, unyielding mass of meat that beautifully represented the raw physical power at the polar bear's command--the sight of the fist alone made Austin shiver again as his hole spasmed around the vibrator. The young otter knew that allowing such an obtrusive object to penetrate him, to invade his guts and have him wrapped around Kane's fist, meant being completely at the polar bear's mercy, submitting totally to the older man for pleasure.

And in the core of Austin's soul, there was a deep-seated ache of longing, an instinctual desire to be in that position of submission, to give himself over to Kane and let the wise, mature, and experienced polar bear's hand enter him.

Austin's eyes were wide--Kane could clearly see the desire in every feature of the young otter's face.

"You need it in you, don't you, boy."

"Oh fuck yes, Dad," Austin whimpered.

"Good boy." Kane kept his fist on the table as he looked into Austin's eyes. "That's the way it should be. A boy's hole is made to be stretched and filled, first by his dad's tongue, then his dad's dick...and then by his dad's fist. It's a truly intimate bonding experience, having another man's hand inside you, and your first fist should be your dad's--nobody knows your guts like Dad does, and only your dad should get the first chance to play with them and rearrange them."

Austin was hanging onto Kane's every word, practically melting in his chair the whole time; more precum leaked from his cock like a broken tap, seeping into his underwear. "Yesss daddy. Oh fuck me..."

Kane snickered. "Hehe, you're getting pretty riled up, aren't you son?"

Austin gasped before he forced himself to speak coherently. "Oh fuck...shit, you have no idea."

"Heh, oh, I think I've got some idea...I think I might let you cum today, but not just yet."

Austin whimpered again as he felt the vibrations in his ass dissipate and gradually reduce back down to the subtle background flow setting that the toy had been set to before.

"I want to keep those balls full just a little bit longer," Kane added as he withdrew his hand from his pocket, leaving the vibrator's remote control concealed.

Austin hung his head, catching his breath. "Ugh...you bastard," he sniggered cheekily.

The polar bear chuckled again. "I never said I was a good guy, kiddo."

"Heh, no, you didn't...ugh fuck..."

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm good...just a little sore...jeez, you really know your way around that thing," the otter observed.

"I've had some practice," Kane said with a smile. He clapped the boy on the shoulder as he continued, "Now, you just sit back and have a little breather, and enjoy watching that big horse on the stage in the meantime."

Austin did as he was told, taking a few more calming breaths and relaxing back into his chair while he and Kane continued watching Gabriel's performance. His arousal settled down to a semi again while he watched the strapping Clydesdale sing and play along with his bandmates--for some reason, Austin couldn't get the image of Gabriel sitting naked in a field and playing guitar under a tree, his crotch tastefully hidden by the instrument sitting over his lap...

But at the end of each song, Austin and Kane clapped along with the audience, and as the band continued through their set list, the otter felt more and more at ease--even though his balls and prostate were aching and the vibrator in his ass was subtly humming away, Austin was simply content. It was just a carefree afternoon with good music, good beer, good company, good art, and a little bit of extra naughty activity on the side; what could be better? He never would have experienced anything like this with his family, that was for sure; this kind of happiness would be impossible with them...which was why he had to move on from them.

Austin sighed tranquilly...and his gaze drifted from the undeniably sexy horse on the stage...to the tall, thickset, exceptionally handsome polar bear sitting next to him.

Kane's attention was still on the band, and he was bobbing his head in time with the music, looking as if he was truly delighted to be here in this place...

And he had chosen to bring Austin along, to share in the fun.

The otter watched the older polar bear, taking in the joy in his eyes, the mirthful smile on his lips, and the way his ears perked at the tune currently playing. Here was a man who, even though he'd experienced his share of hardships, found his own happiness, who somehow radiated an intoxicating vitality, an invigorating positivity, and yet was so soothing and comforting. He was flexible, adaptable, attentive, and communicative...not to mention that there was a devious streak in him that Austin found incredibly compelling.

Austin's heart fluttered in his chest as he kept gazing at Kane, watching him enjoy the show...and the otter smiled, simply glad that Kane was having a good time here...with him. The polar bear was everything the otter could want in a father figure, in a friend, in a friend with benefits...and perhaps more.

But then Austin felt something else: a subtle, gnawing ache as his stomach growled. He was hungry, and no wonder--it had been nearly four hours since his brunch with Kane, and he hadn't eaten anything since then except the ice cream cone the polar bear had bought for him when they'd first arrived at the festival.

"Y'all have been really great to play for--we've got a few more songs to share, this next one is something new we've been working on," Gabriel said as he strummed his guitar to open the next number.

As the Clydesdale and his band began a slower, downbeat tune, Austin made moves to stand from his chair.

"Hey, I'm going to go get a snack from the food trucks," he told Kane as he rose from his seat. "Do you want anything?"

"Hm? Oh, no, I'm good. Thanks, kiddo," the polar bear replied with a smile.

Austin nodded and made his way out of the pagoda. As he walked, the front of his thong rubbed against the tip of his semi-erect cock; he was still somewhat chubbed up from the vibrator, and as the fabric of his underwear slid back and forth over his glans, Austin could feel the lingering damp of his precum from earlier. It hadn't fully dried yet, so with every stride, the otter was effectively sliming himself with his own musky fluids. He could only imagine how much he had leaked thanks to Kane's remote-controlled teasing, and while he had enjoyed being on the receiving end of the vibrator's buzzing, Austin still grumbled to himself at the mildly uncomfortable stickiness that clung to his dick.

But he walked on, heading for the food trucks. His stomach growled again, and as Austin neared the parking lot where the trucks were stationed, he got a good view of some of the options available to him. Did he want barbecue? Tacos? A poke bowl? A gyro? What about nachos or a personal pizza? There were so many choices--the otter strolled past trucks and vans and minibusses, almost overwhelmed with the possibilities. He was so hungry that everything looked, sounded, and smelled amazing...

He stopped dead in his tracks next to the truck for Mini's Burgers and Shakes--not because a cheeseburger and a milkshake sounded too tasty to pass up, but because the vibrator in his ass had started up again.

This time was different, however; it wasn't the flow setting ramped up to high intensity, nor was it a hard pulse or the wave pattern again. The vibrations started off small and soft at first, like someone had lit a handful of sparklers at different times in his ass, with overlapping buzzes and slight variations in power. Then the buzzing grew and grew in intensity, from sparklers to the pop of firecrackers, to full-bodied flares, increasing in strength until it felt like full-on sky rockets were going off inside him, blasting his prostate in a barrage of explosions and making his hole spasm uncontrollably while his cock stiffened and twitched in his underwear...until the vibrations died down again...

Austin shuddered and huffed throughout the vibrator's new pattern--this was so much more intensely pleasurable than the toy's other settings...which made it that much more dangerous, too. He was sure he was going to draw attention to himself if he stayed where he was; there were so many people walking past him and so many vendors working at the food trucks, there was no way everybody in the immediate area would fail to notice a trembling, panting otter struggling to control himself while his dick created a throbbing tent in his shorts and he spasmed like he was having a small seizure.

Moving as quickly as he could while remaining inconspicuous, Austin shakily scrambled out of the main lane of foot traffic. He moved over by the side of the Mini's Burgers and Shakes truck, far enough out of the thoroughfare so he didn't attract attention from anyone passing by and out of the sightline of anyone working inside the food truck.

He made it just in time for another round of fireworks to buzz and spark against his prostate.

"Ah fuck!" Austin muttered under his breath as he hunched over from the severe pleasure, supporting himself with his hands on his knees.

He gasped through the agonizingly euphoric sensations radiating through his pleasure spot and teasing what felt like the base of his cock initial round of fireworks. Through the growing intensity of the pounding, overlapping buzzes of the vibrator, Austin concentrated only on breathing and staying on his feet while his prostate was milked in a way he'd never experienced before. It was as if the sensitive, walnut-sized gland was being pulped by an erratic blender; his prostate was being assaulted and squeezed for every drop of juice it could produce, and he could do nothing to stop the renewed oozing flow of precum that began dribbling from his urethra and soaking into his underwear, which was straining to contain his fully erect cock.

"Hoooo...okay...okaaaaay," Austin sighed as the latest crescendo of vibrations dissipated, before--

"Haaaaamf!" The otter gasped and used a hand to stifle another agonized grunt--fortunately, the drone of the food trucks' generators drowned out what little sound he made, making it impossible for anyone else to hear him groan as fresh wave of fireworks was starting already, hardly giving him any time to recover from the last round. "Hnngh...ah fuck, damn it, Kane!" Austin muttered through clenched teeth as he arched his back and tried to force himself to relax.

His balls still throbbed, his prostate was being buzzed into oblivion, and his dick was pounding in his shorts and underwear while his hole reflexively contracted and opened around the vibrator. Austin did what he could to withstand the immense pleasure, but the physical exertion alone was taking its toll, tiring him out; he felt like he was doing a marathon session of plank exercises, working his core to its limits in order to keep himself steady.

The high point of the overlapping fireworks settled again, giving the otter a moment to relax and catch his breath...before the vibrations began anew once more, making Austin grunt and pant while his dick throbbed and pulsated hard in his underwear. He was harder than he'd ever been before, and his balls felt like they were squeezing tighter and tighter on each other, turning themselves inside out from the stimulation of the toy buzzing hard against his prostate.

He had to get through it. Austin knew that back at his table in the pagoda, the polar bear was playing with the remote control, testing him and pushing him to the brink of what he could endure--it was hard to reconcile the fact that while Kane was comfortably sitting, drinking beer, and enjoying the music that still filled the tent, Austin had taken refuge between two food trucks and was struggling to keep himself together thanks to the vibrator that the older man could control with just the push of a few buttons. Austin was effectively under Kane's thumb, a slave to the polar bear's whims.

Unseen and unknown to everyone at the festival, there was a battle raging, a struggle between two combatants who were using their weapons against each other at a distance: the otter's fortitude against the polar bear's will to dominate.

Austin was determined to stay standing and find some way to carry on. He just had to keep breathing and give himself some time to acclimate--he'd been able to function with the wave pattern, and he'd been able to get through the pulse setting...he could get through this, too.

Or at least, he thought he could. Five more rounds of fireworks, and Austin was no closer to resuming walking again--he was more likely to lie down on the ground in the fetal position than try making the arduous trek to order food and carry it back to the tent. Every growing cascade of vibrations threatened to bring the otter to his knees, keeping him rooted to the spot. There was no chance he could be discreet about what was being done to him, no chance he could have a normal interaction with any of the vendors in the food trucks; he was gasping, huffing, puffing, whining, and moaning to himself, and he knew if he opened his mouth to speak and order food, the most he'd be able to spit out would be a lewd and impassioned "Fuck me haaaaard." Austin couldn't even think about his hunger; the only concept in his head was desire, lustful, potent, primal, and all-consuming desire.

"Haah!"

The fireworks hit their apex again, powerfully pulsing and shaking his prostate, vigorously nudging the poor, battered gland ever closer to its breaking point and pushing out another large bead of precum to join the rest that had been seeping into Austin's underwear the whole time. The otter's dick throbbed almost painfully, feeling like a water boiler overloaded with pressure.

Austin grunted desperately...and hung his head.

He couldn't do it. It was impossible to adjust to the inordinate bursts of buzzing; there was no controlling his reaction, no getting through the sensations or masking his pleasure this time--unlike the time Kane had turned up the pulse setting when they'd ordered ice cream, no amount of improv could save Austin now if someone asked if he was alright.

He couldn't deny the excitement of possibly getting caught while Kane was teasing him remotely, but the allure of that particular thrill was overwhelmingly overpowered by the desire to simply empty his balls already.

Austin knew what he needed to do: he had to find somewhere to sit, to breathe through the vibrator's torment, to just jerk off...fuck, he knew Kane wanted to tease him longer, but this firework pattern was going beyond what he could handle. The pleasure was almost unbearable, and he needed relief badly.

With a new goal in mind, Austin forced himself to glance around while the vibrator kept hammering away at his prostate. He looked for a place that would be isolated enough where he could sit without being disturbed and secretly stroke out a load, somewhere he wouldn't draw attention to himself--

There.

Austin focused on the small bathroom building at the far end of the parking lot. If he could get in there and get into a stall in the men's room, he could paw off, easily clean himself up, and shut off the vibrator when he was done...and hopefully Kane wouldn't punish him too severely for cumming too soon.

The hard part, however, would be getting there. The parking lot couldn't have been longer than a football field, but the bathrooms might as well have been on the moon for how challenging it would be for Austin to make it to them in one piece. And it wasn't as if he could just reach into his shorts here and now and shut off the vibrator already--doing something as direct as that while still out in the open would draw too much attention.

He'd have to make his move with the vibrator still going inside him.

After waiting for the latest round of fireworks to dissipate, Austin took a steadying breath, steeling himself...before he furtively slipped around to the backside of the food trucks and started for the bathrooms. There were still people walking about and filtering in and out between the vehicles, but it wasn't as busy or crowded as it was in the main lane of traffic.

Even though his pace was a little more hurried than usual, Austin walked as inconspicuously as he could, trying to look like any other normal person who just so happened to need to use the restroom. He kept himself turned at a slight angle towards the food trucks, doing what he could to hide the bulge in his shorts--fortunately, none of the vendors were looking out of the backs of their vehicles, and most of the folks he passed by were either looking at their phones, chatting with each other, or looking around at the park instead of focusing on him.

His gait was relatively normal when he first started...

But after he'd passed three food trucks, the vibrator began picking up speed and power again--it was ramping up in that awful yet thrillingly tantric pattern, pushing the otter towards the brink.

Austin winced and flinched; his back went rigid and his tail flicked, and it was getting increasingly harder to walk straight anymore. He hunched over slightly while his ass uncontrollably clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed around the vibrator, and he involuntarily squeezed out more precum into his underwear. The otter huffed to himself, but he kept going.

He passed another food truck, and another...and another...

The vibrator's firework pattern kept building; it sporadically blasted his prostate, weakening his resolve and sapping his strength, to the point that Austin's initial trot had slowed and devolved into a slightly off-kilter hobble. It was taking every ounce of the young otter's self-control not to just plop down on the asphalt of the parking lot right then and there.

"Hmmm-hmm-hmmmmm!" Austin hummed to himself quietly, trying to vent some of the stress that was building up in his system as the vibrator reached the peak of its buzzing. Thankfully, his low voice was still drowned out by the ambient rumbling of the food trucks' generators, so nobody looked his way--or perhaps they did and simply chose not to ask him if he was alright. Austin wasn't paying too much attention to the other people in the area at the moment, he only had one thing in mind.

The flow of fireworks hit its apex again...and at last began to ebb, granting Austin the opportunity to walk normally again even though his innards tingled like they'd been electrocuted. There was no getting used to the sensation, it felt new and different every time the vibrator's intensity increased; the toy was either randomly fluctuating in power, speed, and duration, or it was following a preset pattern that Austin couldn't figure out because he was too distracted by the pleasure wracking his body.

Austin made it past another six food trucks before he had to slow again--the vibrator had settled during that interval, but it was picking back up with its overlapping buzzes and blasts against the otter's prostate.

"Come on...come on," Austin grunted to himself, pushing past another food truck...and another...and another...

Almost in active defiance of Austin's will, the vibrator seemed to buzz even harder as it kept building up in power.

The otter's knees trembled as he came to a standstill, unable to walk.

He looked up at the bathrooms--he was just a little over halfway to the end of the parking lot, where he could shut himself in one of the stalls and let loose...

Austin whimpered to himself; it felt like the buzzing toy in his ass was simultaneously milking and liquefying his prostate, making him almost dizzy with the need to release. His balls were beyond sore and his dick was pushing hard against his underwear while precum leaked out of him unabated.

He wasn't going to make it to the bathrooms, not at this rate. He just couldn't take it anymore.

He needed something closer, much closer. Austin didn't care if it was outside, he didn't care if there would be people passing by, as long as it just had some small modicum of privacy, there had to be somewhere he could go--

Austin's heart leapt when, as he desperately glanced around for options, he saw one of the park's thick-trunked sycamore trees nearby; its branches hung low and were laden with broad leaves, providing plenty of shade and cover. The sycamore towered over a grouping of hydrangea bushes that had grown next to it, with the large clusters of white flowers in full bloom. The combination of tree branches and leafy hydrangeas created the perfect hiding spot--someone would have to be practically on top of Austin in order to see him through all the foliage.

And it was all less than 30 feet away.

The otter didn't think twice--he'd make a break for it, crank one out while the toy did its worst, then he'd shut it off...and if he couldn't reach the power button, he'd text Kane and plead for mercy. That was all he had to do.

But first Austin would have to exert the last of his self control--before he could move, he had to hold out through the remaining tremors of the latest round of fireworks.

The vibrator kept going.

Austin stayed put, but he folded his arms and clenched his jaw, waiting.

The overlapping buzzes pounded inside him in a cacophony of vibrations.

The otter distracted himself for a moment by watching some of the other festival visitors strolling by. There was a lemur carrying a small canvas, an antelope and a cheetah walking and talking while they held plastic cups of lemonade, a couple wolves laughing and punching each others' shoulders...

And at last, the vibrator began to slow.

Austin took that as his cue; after checking that his route was clear, he made a beeline for the edge of the parking lot, striding quickly...he stepped over the curb and power-walked across the grass...and he darted into the thicket created by the sycamore and the hydrangeas, pushing past the branches and brambles and into the small, natural nook.

The otter practically crashed onto his backside as he dropped to the ground among the sycamore's roots; he scuttled backwards on his butt, pushing himself against the trunk of the tree so he had something to lean against, and was just about to unzip his shorts and reach into his underwear when--

"Oooh fuuuhuuck," Austin whimpered almost pathetically when he felt the vibrator begin its sporadic buzzing again.

Austin didn't have any more stamina to keep himself together; he trembled from head to toe, and he had just enough muscle control to reach backwards and clutch onto the tree for support. His legs moved on their own, splaying themselves widely enough for the soles of his feet to press together; it was a pose he instinctively assumed whenever he was laying down and jerking off, it just always felt so good when he spread his legs.

While his cock was still trapped under his shorts and within his underwear, the otter began automatically thrusting his hips up in a way that made his dick rub against the inside of his thong. The friction from rubbing against the precum-laden fabric was intoxicating, it was stimulating beyond belief, especially in the sweet spot on his frenulum, just below his glans; Austin grunted and kept thoughtlessly humping the air as he submitted to the pleasure radiating throughout his entire body. His balls felt like they were going to explode, and his dick throbbed so hard it felt like it was going to shake itself apart.

The vibrator steadily increased its power, pumping back and forth like a jackhammer revving up against the otter's prostate and forcing more precum out of Austin's dick and into his underwear.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Austin whispered to himself, hardly able to stand the torment, the agony, the pleasure, the thrill racing through him.

He kept humping the air, doing everything he could to help himself across the finish line. His cock throbbed hard in his shorts--Austin wanted to reach in, whip out his dick, and furiously stroke himself, to wrap his hand around his shaft and give it the last few pumps it needed so he could cum. He wanted to hump something more than the air, he wanted to get humped, he wanted to get fucked so hard that he'd cum handsfree, he wanted to get fucked into the ground, he wanted Kane to pound him, to completely and utterly destroy him...

The pleasure-addled otter moaned and grunted animalistically as he imagined scenes of Kane breeding him, of being bent over and fucked by Gabriel the horse, of joining the threesome he had seen a few days ago in the studio back at X-Otico, of being passed around by so many men in a seedy, sleazy motel room and getting used like a communal cumrag, of getting fisted by Kane while the polar bear simultaneously slid a sounding rod into his dick to stuff him from both sides...

The vibrator buzzed at its maximum power, and Austin kept humping up from the ground, compelled by the vibrations against his prostate; he was thrusting his hips so vigorously that he began working up a sweat in the summer heat. Austin pressed his feet harder together, trying to force his knees apart even farther, to spread his legs beyond the widest point his joints would allow.

He was close, so incredibly, dangerously close...he just needed a little bit more...

"Ooh...ooooh...hoooo," Austin huffed as the vibrator began to slow again. The rate of his humping decreased correspondingly, and he settled on the ground. His chest rose and fell under his heather blue t-shirt as he caught his breath, and the muscles in his arms and legs relaxed.

In the small break from the vibrator's high-powered buzzing, Austin felt as though he was sinking down from his fantasies and drifting back to the present; he gazed at the hydrangeas in front of him, simply staring at the white flowers while he listened to the ambient sounds filling the air.

He heard cars passing by on the road next to the park, and music was still playing in the festival's main tent...people were talking and laughing nearby...the food truck generators were still humming...birds were chirping somewhere...

Austin tilted his head back to look up when he heard the sound of a breeze rustling through the leaves above him. The sycamore's limbs swayed slightly in the wind; there was so much lush greenery hanging from each branch, each twig, that it was almost impossible to see the sky beyond the leaves, save for a few small patches of blue that peeked through...

"Aah! Mmf!" Austin closed his eyes while he was still tilting his head back; the vibrator was revving up again.

The otter's muscles tensed.

His hips began to thrust once more.

His hole clenched and squeezed around the vibrator as the toy resumed milking his battered and abused prostate in earnest.

Austin kept his legs bent at the knee and spread apart; his feet pressed together and he wriggled his toes before curling them against his soles as the vibrator buzzed harder...and harder...

His cock was pounding with the overwhelming, energetic beat of his arousal, and more precum leaked from his urethra; his underwear was tight against his shaft, and the latest bead of sticky, slimy fluid was smeared across his sensitive skin as he kept humping upward.

Austin's fingers clamped tightly onto the tree behind him, practically digging into the bark of the sycamore.

Huffs, moans, and needy grunts passed between his lips; his heart was racing, his whole lower body was tingling with pins and needles, and he squirmed like a simple beast in the dirt, a slave to his own desire for the ultimate release.

He was losing all sense of himself as he lay under the shade of the tree. He wasn't Austin, he wasn't an otter, he wasn't a person--he was devolving into some incorporeal entity of pure need, reducing down to a string of basic consciousness that was fueled only by lustful desperation. Austin had never felt this way before, as if he was being driven out of his own body...

The vibrator's intensity kept rising, throttling up within him like a series of earthquakes that were continually growing in magnitude.

The pressure in his loins was almost too much to withstand. He had to cum--he was almost there, he just needed a final push...

Austin whimpered again.

The only thing that could make his current situation even better would be if Kane were here.

Austin could see the polar bear in his mind's eye--Kane was casually leaning against the tree and looking down at him, watching Austin squirm and hump and breathlessly gasp for air, all while teasing him, encouraging him, and filling his ears with more of his dirty talk and pressing the boy's buttons in that perfectly devious way of his

Austin could almost hear him now.

"That's it, kiddo, you're so close," the imaginary Kane growled. "You love when Daddy teases your hole like this, don't you?"

"Ooooh fuck yeah," Austin panted aloud, mindlessly feeding into his own fantasy.

"Heh, Daddy knows just how to milk your prostate and work a big fat load out of his boy...mmm, I'll bet you're ready to pop, huh?" the vision of Kane huffed.

"Ooooh fuuuuck, Dad," the otter groaned. He was nearing the point of no return, driving himself ever closer to it.

"You want to cum, don't you, son?" he imagined the polar bear asking him.

"Yeesss," Austin hissed under his breath; the vibrator was driving him crazy, its buzzing swelling to a fever-pitch of full punches to his prostate. He couldn't take much more.

"You want to unload those full little otter balls for me, huh?"

"Pleeeease."

"Say it, son." In Austin's fantasy, Kane's voice was dominant and demanding. "Tell your dad what you want and I might just let you finish."

"I...I w-want to--haaaah!" Austin gasped as his balls drew up tight...he went over the edge at last. "Ooooh fuck, Daaaaaaad!"

Austin kept his eyes squeezed shut as his brain flooded with a tsunami of hormones. His whole world was washed out, and he acted on instinct alone as he arched his back and grunted through clenched teeth; he thrust his hips up and his cock spasmed hard as it fired thick torrents of cum.

The boy hadn't gotten off since Tuesday, and his gooey, viscous, three-day load of semen gushed out in powerful spurts--while it initially discharged at high velocity, the otter's underwear prevented his wad from going any further, and glob after glob of hot, fresh otter batter seeped into the fabric of Austin's thong, oozed down along his pulsating shaft, and dribbled messily over his taut, throbbing testicles.

"Hnngh! Hnngh! Hnnnngh!"

The vibrator was relentless throughout Austin's climax, and the boy was reduced to a quivering wreck on the ground as he orgasmed; sweat stains had formed on his shirt, his underwear was a mess, his hole was still spasming around the buzzing vibrator, and he was cumming in his shorts in a public park with hundreds of people within earshot of him...but none of that mattered to him, not when he was in the throes of the most full-bodied euphoric bliss he'd ever felt in his entire life.

The otter thought he'd experienced true pleasure when Kane had jerked him off in the steam room back at the hotel back on Sunday...and then he thought he'd felt an even purer form of ecstasy when the polar bear had sucked him off by the nature trail three days ago.

But this...cumming hands-free and from prostate milking alone...if he were in his right mind, Austin would have described the sensation as having been blasted out of his body, having his soul flung out of the solar system, and having broken through to another dimension of intense, carnal exhilaration. However, the otter wasn't currently in his right mind--he was still experiencing the abject thrill of ejaculating for the first time in over 72 hours.

His cock kept firing like a cannon, shooting surge after surge of warm, gooey cum into his underwear--if his dick weren't still trapped in his thong and shorts, Austin would have hit himself multiple times in the face with his own cock snot before splatter-painting his tan and brown-furred chest and stomach with heavy, loaded trails of ropey white semen. Every successive spurt that erupted from his pulsating member was more pleasurably fulfilling to shoot than the last, and soon the whole pouch of his thong was filled with his jizz; his musky seed dribbled down his throbbing shaft, coating it and seeping into every nook and cranny of his groin. The otter's cum soaked his underwear thoroughly enough to even begin forming a small wet spot on the crotch of his shorts. Meanwhile, his sphincter was in a frenzy, erratically convulsing around the buzzing vibrator still exploding against his prostate.

Austin huffed and panted as he was carried away by his orgasm; it couldn't have been more than a minute, but it felt like an eternity of all-consuming pleasure. He kept his legs spread apart and his feet pressed together, his eyes stayed tightly shut, and he continued holding on for dear life to the sycamore behind him. Every nerve in his body was alight, his heart was pounding in his chest, and his cock continued to spasm, on and on, flooding his underwear with cum...until...

His arched back eventually settled down on the ground, the flow of cum slowed to an oozing trickle, and his cock's persistent pulsating simmered down as his balls--empty at last after three days of teasing--finally relaxed and hung loose in his underwear.

Austin panted to catch his breath, as exhausted as a sprinter who had made a mad dash to the finish line. His fast-beating heart was beginning to slow to a more comfortable rhythm, and his arms ached from having held onto the tree so tightly. He released his grip and let his hands fall down by his sides while he extended his legs, relieving his cramping thighs from having stayed bent and spread for so long; feeling like he was coming back to himself from the swirling maelstrom of endorphins that had flooded his brain, Austin took a deep breath.

"Hoooo," the otter sighed tiredly as he opened his eyes; he stared up at the tree branches above him, watching the leaves flutter in the breeze, watching the bright spots of sunlight stream through...

"Ooh! Aah-aah-aah!" Austin suddenly hissed and clamped his eyes shut in agony--the vibrator in his ass had slowed while his orgasm had tapered off, granting him a moment to bask in the afterglow, but it was starting to buzz more intently again.

The otter squirmed and writhed on the ground as the toy ramped up in power and teased his overworked and overstimulated prostate; the merciless vibrations to the swollen and sore gland made the last vestiges of his cum drool out of his cock and into his soaking underwear.

Austin grunted desperately. He had to shut off the vibrator, it was too much too soon after he'd just cum--his body needed a break.

Mustering up what little energy he had left, Austin winced and groaned as he dug in his heels and pushed up with his feet to lift his backside off the ground.

The vibrator buzzed harder, making Austin tremble, but he persevered, shakily shoving his right hand past his waistband and into the seat of his shorts, down into the back strap of his underwear and under his tail. The otter wriggled his fingers into the cleft of his cheeks...there! He felt the soft silicone of the toy's base, and it was vibrating faster and faster as it approached the crescendo of its firework pattern.

"Come...on!" Austin grunted almost hysterically.

He dug his fingers deeper down, fumbling over the base of the vibrator. He traced along the length of the base, following the contour of its ergonomic shape...

Until he was right under the central stalk of the toy, where he felt the small, pronounced bump of the power button.

Aston quickly pressed it, eager for the vibrator to stop.

"Fuck!" he gasped through clenched teeth--the toy was still buzzing unabated, and Austin flinched as it kicked into high gear again.

Like his life depended on it, Austin pressed the power button again, this time holding it down for a second...two...three...

The vibrator switched off and fell still, now nothing more than a butt plug lodged in the otter's ass.

"Uuuugh!" Austin groaned in relief as he slumped flat down to the ground.

The otter lay there on his back, motionless, simply relaxing and recovering; he needed a few minutes just to settle naturally. Eventually, though, his mind cleared of all the hormones that had been raging through it, his heartbeat returned to a normal pulse, and his lungs stopped pumping overtime. Feeling as though he was coming down from his high at last, Austin tiredly propped himself up on his elbows and briefly took stock of himself and his situation.

Nobody had discovered him--he was still alone in his impromptu hiding spot, the only signs of the outside world being the ambient sounds of the park and the festival.

His innards still tingled from the muscle memory of being buzzed so hard--if he had to describe the sensation, Austin would have likened it to the feeling of his ears ringing after going to a loud rock concert. He knew the lingering aftershocks in his ass would subside over time, except right now he felt a dull ache when he tried to clench, and his prostate was like a steak that someone had smashed to a pulp with a meat tenderizer.

Austin glanced down at his crotch. The tent that had formed there had collapsed, as his dick had finally begun to soften, although a small dark patch had appeared over the tip of his penis; fortunately, his shorts were already black, meaning the wet spot in his crotch wouldn't be too noticeable.

The real damage, however, lay hidden inside his underwear--Austin shifted his legs to push himself back against the sycamore and properly sit up, and he grimaced as he felt his flaccid cock and loose-hanging balls slide through the copious, sloppy, warm globs of cum that filled his thong. If his underwear had felt somewhat damp and slimy before when he'd just been leaking pre, it was now as if an overly humid swamp had been poured into his shorts. He had creamed himself hard, and Austin's genitals were literally bathing in his own cum, marinating in the viscous, sludgy soup he had blasted into his underwear.

Still, he couldn't help but revel in the mess he'd made--there was something supremely satisfying about both the sensation of having his cum trapped against him and having ruined a pair of underwear like this while he was still wearing them. It was like he'd marked his thong totally as his own, while at the same time he'd been unable to contain himself; any shame he might have felt about having an uncontrolled emission that now stickily clung to his fur and made his cock and balls even more musky had somehow transmuted into a source of pride, of accomplishment...and combine all of that with the fact that he was in public, where he could have been caught...

If he hadn't just cum, Austin knew for a fact that he would have popped a boner again right here and now.

But he was too drained, too exhausted for his member to stiffen again. And even though his appetite was returning and reminding him that he was still hungry, Austin didn't even have the energy to push himself up from the ground and troop over to the food trucks to get something to eat. He wanted to just get back to the tent and back to Kane so the burly polar bear could carry him out of the park and back to the car, but the otter was so tired he wasn't sure he could even make it out of his hiding place. He needed some more time to collect himself, to build up enough strength to get back to his feet.

At the moment, though, he had enough stamina to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. He navigated to his text conversations and sent a new message to Kane:

So, I might need some help.

Austin sighed and he looked up from his screen, up to the sycamore branches again. There was something mesmerizing about watching them sway in the breeze; it was a uniquely tranquil sight that made the otter feel at peace, similar to how he felt when he watched ocean waves rolling in on a beach, and he lapsed into a contented moment of silence...which broke after a few minutes when his phone went off in his hand. Austin glanced down again to see the polar bear's response.

I was wondering when I'd hear from you--you okay?

Austin typed his reply and sent it off:

Yeah, I'm good, just a little wiped, no thanks to you.

Heheh, and what did I do, exactly?

Austin snickered. He sent three sweat drop emojis before getting right to the point:

You made me bust the biggest nut of my life.

Kane sent an astonished emoji before his next message:

Seriously?

Austin smirked, pleased with the polar bear's reaction.

Yep.

Another laughing emoji appeared on Austin's screen before Kane's next reply:

Woof! Where'd you jerk off?

_Oh no, you don't understand. I came IN my shorts. Like, I didn't

use my hands or anything. I couldn't order anything because of

you, I couldn't even make it to the bathroom to jerk off._

_Oh damn...please tell me you nutted while you were

walking by the food trucks._

You wish--you got me pretty close, though.

So where did you end up?

Under a tree by the parking lot.

Kane sent through a third laughing emoji along with a grinning devil emoji.

So jealous, kiddo! Wish I could've seen you squirm.

_You would've just made the vibrator go even harder!

I had to turn it off after I came._

And where is it now?

Still in me.

Good boy.

Austin smiled at the two words from Kane, savoring how special they made him feel, before he saw the polar bear's follow-up message:

Did you get any food?

Not yet, I'm still...indisposed.

_Aw, poor thing, you must be starving. Your crush just finished

up and I'm ready to move on; how about we head back to the

hotel and get you something to eat there?_

_Sounds good to me! Let me catch my breath a little more

and I'll head your way soon._

Before you do, let me ask you this: how well hidden are you?

Austin glanced around his leaf-walled nook again; he had remained undisturbed, and it would take someone physically pushing apart the branches of the sycamore and hydrangea to see him.

It's a pretty good spot, don't think anybody can see me.

_Good. Before you get out of there and come back to me,

take off your underwear, but leave the vibrator in--I want

to see how much of a mess you made. _

Austin's eyes widened at the polar bear's instructions, and his heart thumped excitedly; he sent his response without a moment's hesitation.

Yes sir!

The otter stowed his phone in his pocket. After one last cursory check to make sure nobody was coming to intrude upon his privacy, Austin unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts...before he slowly pulled them down, revealing his damp, pastel orange thong. It was clear to see that the pouch containing his cock and balls had been filled to the brim with his semen, so much that cum had bled through the thin spandex and formed thick clumps of translucent white sludge that trailed from the bulge of his flaccid dick to the bottom of his balls.

Austin grinned, already imagining what Kane would have to say about the state of his underwear. He continued pulling down his shorts, letting his bare ass cheeks sit on the grass and dirt, until he tugged the garment off of his ankles. From there, the otter hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his thong...and dragged down.

He had to practically peel his thong away from his genitals, it was so sticky inside the pouch. As he exposed his soft member and his testicles, Austin saw the extent of the damage he had wrought inside his underwear: his flaccid shaft was utterly covered in cum, with thick, musky globs smeared all over his glans. His dick had been so thoroughly slimed that, if he didn't know any better, Austin would have thought a colony of mucus-covered slugs had been living in his underwear. His fur was matted and gummed up with even more jizz that clung to his balls and pelvis, and as he pulled his underwear away, the sticky strings of semen connecting the fabric to his manhood snapped.

Austin gingerly pulled his thong downward, taking care not to spill any of the cum that had collected in his underwear; there was so much of the otter's batter in the soaked garment that his thong more or less resembled a sling that had been loaded with white slime. He wriggled from side to side as he shimmied the thong down his legs, along his thighs, over his knees...and finally off of his feet, leaving him totally bottomless.

The otter's pulse quickened, mainly with the thrill that he was exposing himself in such a precarious situation; if someone walked in on him right now, what would they say or do? Would they give him a chance to explain? Would he be able to talk his way out of getting in trouble? If it was an especially hunky guy, could he invite them to join him for a little fun?

But Austin moved to finish up--the prospect of actually getting caught without anything covering his manhood was enough to tinge the thrill he felt with just a hint of anxiety. After using the still-dry straps of his thong to wipe up some of the mess in his crotch--there wasn't enough fabric to get all of the cum out of there, but he could sop up the larger clumps--Austin quickly bundled up the ruined pair of underwear tightly in his hand to prevent his cum from spilling out of it. Then he wiggled back into his shorts and pulled them up over his bare groin and butt...took a steadying breath...and finally rose to his feet.

Now going commando and gripping his underwear in a way that made it impossible for the casual onlooker to tell what he was holding, Austin slowly snuck out of his hiding spot, glad to see that nobody had taken notice of him. He smirked, then began sauntering back towards the main tent and the one person at the festival who would know he was freeballing.

---

"Welcome back, kiddo," Kane said smugly as Austin rejoined him at the table under the festival's main canopy.

A new band had taken to the stage and were playing their own repertoire of bluegrass songs; Austin had caught sight of Gabriel posting up at the bar with his bandmates and a few members of the audience, and they were chatting away with the handsomely muscled horse. As much as Austin would have liked a chance to flirt with the Clydesdale, he had a mission to complete.

"Special delivery for you, Dad," Austin murmured. As he sat down in the chair next to Kane, the otter passed the soaked pair of underwear to the polar bear under the table.

Kane glanced down at the damp, pastel orange bundle in his lap...and he grinned. He surreptitiously reached down under the table and unfolded the wad of fabric to reveal Austin's cum-laden thong.

"Man, these are dripping," the polar bear observed with a chuckle. He pressed the palm of his right hand to the pouch of the thong, and then lifted his paw to his nose to sniff it; his nostrils flared and his grin grew even wider, even more satisfied. "Mmm...woof, kiddo, you smell good," he growled.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, nice and musky, just the way I like it," Kane told him. He fondled the thong under the table again, holding it close to his lap and rubbing the wet fabric between his fingers. "You must have been really pent up, huh?"

"Well, whose fault was that, I wonder?" Austin quipped sardonically.

Kane chuckled again. "Oh, it might be my fault, but you're the one who broke the rules here, you dirty, dirty boy. I didn't give you permission to cum, did I?"

Austin rolled his eyes. "You were buzzing my ass to pieces, what was I supposed to do?"

"Find a way to control yourself," the polar bear replied simply, firmly. "But noooo, you just had to bust a nut."

Kane sat back in his chair and glowered at the otter, playing the part of a disappointed parent trying to decide how to discipline a misbehaving child. "Hmm...well, if you're going to make such a mess in your underwear, maybe you shouldn't get to wear it anymore."

Austin's eyebrows rose--was Kane suggesting what he thought he was suggesting?

The older polar bear nodded haughtily, as if confirming the otter's suspicions. "Yep, you just lost your underwear privileges for the rest of your trip, kiddo. You've shown that you can't have nice things like underwear if you're just going to ruin them like this."

Austin guffawed...then sobered up when he saw the polar bear's serious expression. "No kidding?"

"No kidding," Kane said back to him. He leaned forward again and, under the table, unbuttoned and unzipped his own shorts--Austin saw the bulge of Kane's chubbing member hidden under his newly-revealed dark gray boxer briefs.

"And I'm going to keep these," Kane continued as he wedged his right hand into his underwear and pulled up on the elastic waistband, "in a safe place."

To Austin's astonishment, Kane used his left hand to shove the pastel orange thong into the crotch of his boxer briefs, tucking the soaked underwear away completely so it added to the heft of his bulge.

Kane snickered as he wiggled in his seat to readjust how his cock and balls filled out his boxer briefs and nestled against Austin's thong. "Mmm, still warm...I'm going to enjoy holding onto these."

Austin watched wide-eyed as the polar bear zipped up his shorts and buttoned his waistband again, concealing his underwear once more; the otter's heart was in his throat and his cock twitched under his shorts, aroused by the fact that his cummy, slimy, soaked thong was now safely packed away in Kane's crotch, that it was now rubbing against the older man's cock and balls...that Kane wanted his dick smeared with Austin's jizz, too.

"Now, as for that little number you've still got under your tail," Kane went on, getting Austin's attention once more, "I think you might need this."

The burly, white-furred man reached into his pocket...and pulled out the vibrator's remote control, which he pressed into Austin's hand. The otter looked down at the remote, taking note of the additional pattern settings and buttons for controlling speed, power, and intensity.

"Oh! Are you sure?" Austin asked, looking up at Kane again.

"Of course! I got it for you--just a little something to add to your collection," Kane said. "Every good boy needs a vibrator to milk his prostate," he added with a wink.

Austin beamed gratefully before he pocketed the remote. "Aw, thanks, Dad."

"My pleasure, kiddo. I'm really glad you liked it so much," the polar bear said.

"You really had me going with it, I'm definitely going to be using it a lot," the otter replied fervently.

"Heh, that's my boy...well, ready to move on?"

After Austin nodded, he and Kane rose from their table and made their way out of the tent, leaving the band, the audience, and the bar behind. They sauntered sedately through the park, back along the central path that led to the festival's main entrance; the otter and the polar bear occasionally pointed out paintings, sculptures, and furnishings that they hadn't noticed during their earlier circuit...and eventually, they exited Traeger Park and began walking on the sidewalk that would take them back to the school parking lot where they'd left Kane's rental car.

As they walked, Austin's hand naturally found its way into Kane's grip, and the polar bear's fingers intertwined with his own; Kane absentmindedly swung his and Austin's paws back and forth as they ambled along, and occasionally squeezed the otter's palm with his thick, strong digits.

Austin glanced down at their hands clasped together; his right hand held Kane's left, and he saw the black leather band still encircling the polar bear's wrist.

He then looked up at Kane; the older man was gazing ahead, leading the way down the tree-lined sidewalk and humming serenely to himself, his soothing voice soft and rumbling in his throat. The late afternoon light caught his brilliantly blue eyes, making them sparkle almost with a luminosity of their own, while his fur practically glowed.

For a moment, Austin couldn't believe that he was walking hand-in-hand with such a handsome beast of a man...he just felt lucky. He had been expecting his vacation this year to be a complete waste, just like it had been every year, and yet somehow he had met this older, wiser man who, over the course of the past week, had listened to him, had talked with him, had taken care of him, had looked out for him...and had actually enjoyed spending time with him.

Austin felt seen by Kane...felt wanted by Kane.

There was no denying the bond between them, no denying the fact that, since they had met, Kane had become someone important to Austin--he was more than a friend, more than a confidant...

The boy took a breath, working up the nerve to say what had been subconsciously percolating in the back of his mind all afternoon--this was the time, this was the place, when the two of them were alone together and not in a hurry or distracted by other activities...he just had to speak up.

"Kane?" Austin asked as they crossed the street.

"Hmm?"

"I...uh..." Austin gulped as the heat rose in his cheeks...but when he felt the polar bear's hand squeeze reassuringly on his own, he found the will to forge ahead. "I really like what we've been doing this week; you've been helping me have a great time, and...and I really like you...and...I wanted to see what you're thinking about in terms of...well, sex."

Austin grimaced at the awkward way he had just broached the topic, but the polar bear chuckled softly as he and the otter slowed to a halt under one of the oak trees next to the sidewalk. Still holding his hand, Kane turned to face Austin, gazing down into the boy's eyes with a warm, tender smile.

"Ask me what you want to ask, son," Kane said, his voice soft but steady.

Austin's uncertainty turned to gratitude as he recognized Kane was giving him a second chance. "I...heh, do you want to take my virginity, Dad?"

The polar bear's warm smile widened into a toothy, elated grin, but Kane reeled it back in for a moment as he replied, "I do...if you want to give it to me."

Austin nodded enthusiastically.

"Heh, I'll take that as a yes," Kane smirked. He squeezed Austin's hand again...before he nodded, too. "And I'd love to take it for you, son."

Austin's heart skipped a beat--he'd had an inkling that the older man would agree, but hearing it out loud practically made him go weak at the knees. "You would?"

Kane nodded again before he leaned down and briefly kissed Austin on the lips. "More than anything," he murmured as he pulled back from the smooch. "I want to make sure your first time is good...and it means a lot that you want me to be the one to take you."

Austin chuckled. "Well, a boy's first time should be with his dad."

Kane grinned wolfishly down at him. "Heh, damn right, son."

Austin pushed himself up on his tiptoes and tilted his head up; picking up on the signal, Kane leaned down again for another kiss--they stayed locked together for a moment longer before breaking once more.

"So, how should we...or when should we..." the otter trailed off, unsure of which question to ask first.

Still holding Austin's hand, Kane turned and resumed leading the way back to the car. "Well, I'm thinking maybe tomorrow night; give us a chance to rest up...and you a chance to save up a load," he added coyly.

"Heh, alright...tomorrow night."

"As for the how, I've got a few ideas in mind already," Kane went on suggestively. "But I've got lube and condoms already, so we should be--"

"Oh, um, actually," Austin cut in, "would you be alright with bareback?"

Kane glanced down at the otter walking alongside him, surprised. "Are you sure?"

Austin nodded up at the polar bear. "Uh-huh, I want you to do me raw...really do it right and breed me, you know? Unless--you're negative for everything, right?"

"Yeah, no STIs or anything," Kane replied quickly, shaking his head.

"Then we should be good?"

"Yeah, I just usually wear a condom...more force of habit than anything. It's been a while since I've gone bareback." Kane sighed...then smiled as he looked down at Austin again, a father unable to pass up the chance to indulge his progeny. "But if raw's what you want, then raw's what you'll get, son."

It was Austin's turn to ask, "You're sure you're okay with that?"

The polar bear nodded earnestly. "Yeah, absolutely...a boy's first time should be bareback with a man he trusts."

Austin squeezed Kane's hand affectionately as they continued walking towards the parking lot. "And I trust you, Dad."