"Lutro," Brer said, "why don't you take Bandit to one of the rooms to calm down? I'll take over for you until you're ready."
The otter nodded and the bear gave him a key. Lutro helped his friend back the hall to the room closest to Ozzy's office. After entering,
he helped the raccoon to the bed and looked around. The room consisted of a queen bed, a large sofa, a cabinet full of sex toys, and a
recliner. In one corner of the room, the carpet changed to tile where a sink, toilet, and double-shower stood. All of the decorations were
bright red to heighten the passion of the moment for the customers, but Lutro wasn't paying attention to color schemes just now. He
was back to staring at Bandit.
The raccoon boy was curled up on the bed: his wet eyes closed against the world, his thong still pulled down past his crotch. The boy's
striped tail flicked nervously and his ears perked at every noise, causing him to shudder. Lutro sat down on the bed next to him and
Bandit clutched his arm desperately. After a few minutes of silence filled only by Bandit's heavy breathing, the raccoon released the
otter's arm. He looked up at his friend slowly and tenderly. Another moment of silence followed where Lutro wasn't quite sure what to
think. Before he could ask Bandit why he was staring, the raccoon spoke.
"Lutro, I was so scared of that guy. I thought he was going to rape me."
"Shh, you know that never would have happened. Chuck was there before I could blink and Clint was standing in the entrance to the
hallway because he heard. Besides them, Brer and all of us guys would have helped out if they needed it. You were never in any real
danger, he just got to scare you before Chuck kicked his ass."
He said these words confidently and he saw Bandit relax a little. Deep down, however, Lutro had doubts about his words. Pleasure
Island was full of magic-wielding creatures. If one decided he really wanted one of the boys, the only ones who could do anything were
the adults. What if they were outmatched?
"Thanks, Lutro. I know you would have done anything to help. But I'm still afraid. I came to Pleasure Island because I thought having a
job would be safe. I'm an orphan, Lutro, and I ran with a street gang before I came here. Just two days ago, the day before I got on
that boat, two of my friend's got in a fight and one stabbed the other. I watched him die because I couldn't rat out my other friend. I
decided to leave the gang and make a new life for myself. I have to admit this isn't what I had in mind, even if I am bisexual. But it
seemed so safe. Now I don't know what to think anymore."
"You'll be fine, Bandit. You were just unlucky, that's all. I heard Lago say that's the first time that's happened in three years. It's just a
luck of the draw. You know what I think, though? I think your luck's about to change. With the money you make here, you can leave this
island and go wherever you want. Just have faith that you'll be okay." Bandit began crying again, but this time with happiness. He sat up
and hugged his friend again. Lutro returned the embrace and pat him on the back. When Bandit released him, he reached down and
pulled the raccoon's pants back up. He didn't even realize he had done it, but Bandit blushed fiercely. "Think you're ready to get back to
work?" He didn't notice his friend's red cheeks.
"No, I still feel so...dirty."
"What do you mean?"
"When he grabbed my butt, I could feel his breath on me. It smelled, too. He just looked dirty, every part of him. And when he touched
my bare skin...I feel sick."
"Don't do that, now!" Lutro yelped and stood back, "Maybe you should shower off."
"Good idea."
Lutro walked over to the shower and started the water while Bandit took his thong completely off. He came over to the shower and
Lutro opened the door for him. The raccoon began showering in a slow and deliberate fashion, as if making sure to scrub all the filth
away. The otter boy found himself absentmindedly watching his friend, who eventually stared back at him. The two shared a shy gaze
until they both blushed and looked away. Lutro tried to occupy himself with the cabinet full of toys. He wondered what each strange item
was used for. After a moment, he heard slight grunts from the shower. He turned to see Bandit struggling to reach the small of his back.
The raccoon thee up his hands in defeat and turned to Lutro.
"Hey, could you help me wash my back?" he asked.
"Uh...sure, I guess," Lutro responded, somewhat nervously.
The otter boy removed his thong and stepped into the shower with Bandit. He squirted some soap into his hands and began rubbing his
friend's back. He felt the boy's smooth skin under his hands and unconsciously began to become aroused. The drink he had taken was
starting to work. This sexual situation was making him want his friend; all previous inhibitions were set aside. The same was happening
to Bandit. He began to moan softly as Lutro unconsciously moved lower and lower down his back until he was washing right under his
tail. Bandit suddenly blurt out his thoughts.
"Lutro, take me!"
"What?"
"I want you to have sex with me. I've never done it before; I'm a virgin. I'm afraid to have sex with another man, but I know I have to do
it. I don't trust them, but I trust you. You'll go easy on me for my first time. Then it'll be easier for me to do my job. Please, Lutro, fuck
me. I want you to be my first."
Had Jake Turnstill been who he had been that morning, he would have screamed no and ran out of there. But Jake wasn't Jake
anymore; he was Lutro. Lutro was an otter, not a human. Lutro was bisexual, not straight. Lutro liked Bandit and Bandit liked Lutro.
Bandit wanted Lutro mate with him and Lutro wasn't going to argue.
Without saying anything, the otter scooped up the soap off his friend's back and began spreading it on the raccoon's hole. Bandit
shuddered in response as Lutro used his finger to play with his entrance. Then, the finger was inserted. Bandit grunted, accepting the
digit into himself. Lutro was surprised how easily his finger had gone in. He pulled it out, then decided to try two. A push and a grunt
and Bandit was stretching himself around both. Three fingers went in, then four. After making sure Bandit was well-stretched, Lutro
decided to go for it.
For his part, Bandit could hardly contain himself when he felt a new piece of flesh against his hole. It wasn't thin and short like the
fingers had been, it was thick and a half foot long. He wished Lutro would hurry up, he needed him inside of him...now! He began
pushing back on the organ and Lutro got the message.
The two weren't aware of the changes that the drugs they had been given were making. Lutro had thought Bandit would be too tight for
his larger organ, but the raccoon had taken five fingers easily. The drugs allowed the boys to accommodate any size they were given.
Bandit and Lutro could take a cock twice the size of Lutro's and only start to make an effort. He also didn't notice that small brown hairs
were beginning to sprout from his previously smooth body.
The otter grabbed his mate around the waist and pushed his cock in slowly. He had never felt so good! Bandit's insides were so warm
and wet from the soap that Lutro felt his legs begin to shake from the sheer pleasure he was experiencing. For his part, Bandit was
moaning lewdly and masturbating himself in time with Lutro's thrusts. The two boys went at it, hot and heavy, for about two more
minutes before it became too much and they came simultaneously. Lutro thrust inside his friend up to his balls and filled the raccoon's
rump with his boy juice. The white goo squished against his flesh as he slowed his thrusts to a stop and pulled out, allowing his spunk
to drain from Bandit's rear. Bandit's semen sprayed onto the tile and was washed away by the water.
As they stood there, basking in the afterglow and soaking in the hot water, Bandit turned to face Lutro. Without a word, the two pulled
each other close and exchanged a long, tender kiss. Their new animal instincts told them that they were now mates. No matter who
came after, they would always be each others' first. It was a pledge of loyalty: even though they had sex for a living, it would only be
love between them. All this information was passed between the two in that kiss, and when it was broken and they put their clothes
back on, they walked back to the barroom hand in hand.