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Daxter's room is warm around him, some posters on the metal walls, and a rug or two across the hard metallic floor. His paws explore his body, his fingers running across his thick coat of fur, moaning out with a gasp. This is the first time that he's been able to properly examine himself. Being around Jak is fine, but when it's everyday… it's annoying.

The Ottsel knew he needed some alone time, having hard-ons in the middle of fights wasn't exactly what he wanted to happen. As Daxter's paws go to his backside, he grins at how plump it is, the softness of the flesh. He bends forward and spreads his cheeks, presenting his ass to an imaginary crowd, hearing the crowd go wild.

“Come on…" he whispers to jimself, licking his lips. “You can be sluttier than that. They need you… want you… desire you…"

The words are barely more than breaths as he begins to pant out. All of those eyes on him, desiring his body like no one had before. His tail raises and waves from side to side, tempting the crowd into taking his body, claiming him as their own personal pet. Moving up slightly, his paws go to his shaft, jerking himself off slightly at the attention. The length is already wet with pre-cum, making it even easier to pleasure himself.

“Good boy…" the Ottsel moans as he now imagines himself jerking in front of them, making it harder than ever. “Love the crowd, make them love you…"

Falling onto his back with a soft slump, he begins to massage his balls. Daxter rubs his fluffy balls softly, feeling the heavy weight held inside of them. The thought of releasing into some tight hole bringing his cock up from his sheath. After a few moments being lost of his mind, he moves onto his back, curving his back and bringing his cock and ballsack close to his maw. They hit his nose after a few seconds, letting him sniff his own musk, the thick, spicy, earthy scent moves through his body into his lungs.

Sighing at the smell, he licks his lips before opening his maw and engulfing his balls. Sucking on the musky orbs, he swirls his heavy nuts around his mouth, getting a good taste of his fur and sweat. Gulping the taste down for a minute he 'plops' them from his maw, moving farther down his body. His nose hits his anus and he grins, sniffing at the wrinkled skin and purrs a little, the cleft of his ass looking damn sexy where he is.

Daxter thanks his flexibility before what happens next, letting his tongue out and lapping at hole, giving it a layer of glistening saliva. His tongue darts up and down his cleft with eagerness, licking and rimming himself perversely. Pleasure courses through his body as he continues, moving up into his spine and into his mind, being vocalised with a deep moan. Enjoying the feeling of pleasuring his outside, the Ottsel digs his tongue into his hole and wraps his lips around his hole.

French kissing his ass always turns Daxter on, feeling his cock spring further to life, throbbing and leaking over his shoulder. His paws wrap around his hips to keep himself in place. With a grin, the base of his tail moves across his nose, the fur tickling him slightly. He wraps his tail around his neck and pulls himself closer to his ass. The Ottsel loved feeling forced into pleasuring himself, a little submission to a non-existent dom.

'Please sir, be gentle…' He thinks, feeling his tail tighten around his neck, knowing the Dom wouldn't let him off that easy. His cock throbs in response and he lets himself get taken advantage of by his imaginary partner. 'Oh sir… you taste so good!'

His deep rimming turns quickly into tongue fucking his hole, his sloppy wet appendage turning into a makeshift sex toy. Just how his Master likes it. He'd just be a pleasure thing for his Dom; a sex toy, nothing more than that. As much as he would want to jerk himself off while doing so, he doesn't have permission… no, not yet. He doesn't deserve it yet.

After a good ten minutes of hard work, he pulls himself from his ass and relaxes on the floor, huffing deeply. “Wha-what… what now Master?"

“You can start by shaking your ass a little." A voice comes from the door.

Daxter looks up with a startle, to find Jak at the door to his room, his back against the frame, a cock grin on his face. 'The fucking door!'

The Ottsel knew he forgot to do something.

“Well, what about it? Wanna please your Master?" Jak chuckles as he enters the room, closing the door behind him, locking it with a grin.

“Wh-wh-what are you doing?" Daxter asks, backing away from the human.

“What does it look like?"

“I-it looks l-like… you're…"

Jak doesn't let Daxter finish the sentence before jumping and pinning the Ottsel down with a single hand. “It looks like you're caught."

“Jak, w-wait, let's talk about this."

“Why talk? When you're right here… already rock hard."

Daxter gulps as Jak kisses his neck, moving along his chest and down to his cock, giving it a peck before taking it into his mouth. The Ottsel gasps at this and is frozen as his friend sucks him off, movement slowly coming back to his body. His paws go to the human's head and tries to push him off, his back paws doing the same.

“W-wait, this… this isn't how…" Daxter tries to say while his attempts go unsuccessful. Jak pushes the Ottsel back onto the ground. “You-you're not supposed to pleasure me…"

Jak pulls back, looking up at Daxter with a wicked grin. “Are you telling your Master what to do?"

“I… I'm just… say that…"

“No, you're trying to take control. This isn't your fantasy, it's reality."

With a small grunt, Jak brings the Ottsel down so his face rests under the human's inner thighs. Daxter looks up at the large bulge in the man's trousers, gulping at the sight. Jak undoes his clothes and fling them to the side, revealing his large cock. Moving his hips down. He teabags his nutsack onto Daxter's face, rubbing his musky skin against his nose.

“There you go, you like that little guy?" Jak smiles, moving a hand onto the Ottsel's head, keeping him in place.

Daxter tries to respond positively, but he just moans against the orbs pressed against his mouth. He opens his lips and begins sucking on them, licking and lapping at his bare, musky, sweat covered skin, taking in the taste. With a small pull up, Jak pushes his cock tip against the Ottsel's mouth, spreading his jaw open, filling his maw with cock. Due to the size difference, the man's cock feels amazingly big to the smaller guy.

“Oh, fuck yeah, you're taking me really good boy… take me like that." Jak moans out as he thrusts down slowly, filling Daxter's mouth with his length.

Repeating the act, he starts to go faster, loving the tight throat as it instinctively massages his cock. Every few thrusts, he stops balls deep the Ottsel's mouth, grinding his dick and balls against his furry balls. Jak tries to gauge the reactions of his smaller friend, testing how long he can keep his cock inside the Ottsel's throat, bulging the fluffy neck. His fingers work the length of the fluffy neck, enjoying how his cock fits almost perfectly inside it.

“Oh fuck… how do you feel so good?" Jak asks, licking his lips as he pulls back, thrusting inward again quickly. Loving how warm his dick is being kept, he makes sure not to pull out for more than a second. This makes sure Daxter doesn't get too much air, keeping his throat halfway between gagging and milking his length. “Now… where to cum? Not too close, but damn, wanna make the most of this."

The Ottsel shakily moves a paw to point to his own ass, gulping around the shaft in his gullet.

“Hmm? Your ass? Think I'd give you what you want, seriously?" With a pull out, he lets the Ottsel have a breather. “Now, you better be a good little Ottsel, and convince me to do it."

“F-fuck! You al-almost choked me!" Daxter stammers, coughing up some spit.

“Wait a moment, I thought-?"

“Fuck what you thought, this wasn't… this is meant to be my fantasy, you're not…" Daxter stops for a moment, shivering slightly as he stands up. “You're supposed to care about, and dominate, me. Not be some selfish jerk!"

“Daxter..."

“D-don't 'Daxter' me." The Ottsel turns and walks away. Only starting tearing up as he turns the corner of the doorframe, wrapping his paws around himself. He sniffles and wipes his nose, trying to get the man's smell off of his nose. “Stupid… human…"

“Daxter, wait!" Jak calls from behind the Ottsel. “Hold up, come on, I thought it was what you wanted."

He doesn't turn around or even respond, he just keeps walks, his paws padding along the floor. The human finally makes it to him and grabs his tail, pulling him up to face him, upside down to each other. Struggling against the man's grip, before being brought into a kiss. When their lips meet, Daxter freezes, as does his heartbeat for a moment. Jak presses his tongue into the Ottsel's mouth, filling it up a good deal. Moving his appendage deeper into the warmth, getting a good amount down into his gullet. Bulging the small creature's neck for a minute, making sure to catch a couple of glimpses of it, before pulling away with a grin.

“There, I'm sorry bud, I'll be more caring this time." Jak smiles, petting the Ottsel's cheek for a moment.

Daxter just puts a paw onto the man's lips, pointing towards the ground. “Just… just fucking use me."

“I thought-?"

“Just. Down. To your junk."

Jak does as he's told and moves the Ottsel down to his bare cock and balls. Once his face is in front of the human's genitals, Daxter takes in the scent, being enveloped by it. The smell fills him, his enhanced smell brings out all the small details of the man's musk, making him blush deeply in need. A moment of scent-based lust, quickly moves into the Ottsel's paws bringing the man's semi into his maw.

The taste of masculine skin and sweat fills Daxter's maw, tempting him further down the length. Once about an inch or two of cock enters his mouth, he grabs Jak's pubs and tugs him slightly, motioning him to start thrusting. Taking the hint, the man pushes his cock forward, being met by the Ottsel tugging on his pubs, bringing more cock into his muzzle. Pulling back, he repeats the action, getting his cock into Daxter's throat.

The Ottsel can feel the outline of Jak's dick in his throat, pulling his air pip taut as it pushes further. As the length pushes farther down his gullet, the defined outline pushing out from inside him continues down with it. Feeling his airways tighten and massage around the shaft, Daxter tries his best to let it go as far as possible, gulping the hot pre whenever possible.

“Damn Dax', you're good with that throat of yours." Jak almost purrs, using the Ottsel's tail thrust his body towards and away from his body. Moaning softly, Daxter moves his paws to the man's thighs, not needing to keep a grip on him anymore. The Ottsel's cock throbs between his legs, left unattended, just like he wanted it to be treated. Once his cock is wet enough, Jak pulls the smaller man from his length, pulling Daxter up to eye level with him. “Hey there buddy, think I'm wet enough?"

“Y-yeah… definitely…" The Ottsel whispers, gulping as pain radiates from his throat, his paw moving to his neck.

“Want me to go sof-?"

Daxter shuts Jak up with a finger, grimacing. “Stop asking, keep going."

The man nods and lays him down onto a nearby table, face away from his. Putting a hand onto the Ottsel's neck, and the other onto his soft backside, he grinds his length along the warm cleft of his ass. Gulping again, Daxter tries to turn around, being met by a semi-forceful push against the table, his ass pulled towards the throbbing length against his ass. A moan escapes his lips, seemingly pushing the man above him further.

“That's a good girl," Jak grins, using his thumb to press his tip against the Ottsel's anus.

“Nnng… I'm not a…" Daxter tries to respond, biting his lower lip.

“Shhh, good girls don't speak."

The Ottsel nods, letting out a small whimper just before the force on his neck is relieved slightly. His paws move down to his length, gripping his shaft tight before jerking himself off. Pre-cum leaks onto the ground as his ass gets spread open, slow yet deliberate. The tip barely fits inside him with a 'pop', his ass closing tight around the circumference.

“So warm…" Jak moans out, unable to keep himself from putting his delight into words.

Enough of the man's cock fills the Ottsel's body, pushing his fur covered skin out from his stomach. Daxter grits his teeth as he looks up at Jak, pain forming in his body as more dick is thrusted into him. His mouth opens and he gasps, moving his paws to the ground as he steadies himself, still dripping onto the floor. With a small grunt, he pushes back onto the large length, slowly gliding himself along the length. It only takes a few moments before he presses against Jak's pubes, finally getting the entire cock into him.

“O-o-oh fuck… that's a lot of cock in me…" Daxter whimpers, licking his lips.

“Well, don't worry, it won't be like this for long." Jak responds with a long breath, a hand going to the base of Daxter's tail. “Tell me when you're ready."

“Just, just give me a second… to adjust to you."

“Go ahead bud, take your time with it."

Breath after breath spills from Daxter's short maw, feeling the length throb inside his hole, his hole stretched to its limit. Time begins to draw out a little as he wiggles his backside, taking a moment to just be in the moment. But once he feels the pain subside, he nods up to Jak, massaging his belly a little before it shifts inside him. A groan escapes his lips as the length pulls out of his ass, at the halfway point it pushes back into him, not giving him the full thrust.

“Mmm, fuck yeah…" Daxter grips the ground, trying to move his hips in turn with Jak's, but unable to do much past taking the length.

“You're so tight. This isn't your first time, is it?"

“Shut up…"

“Virgin little Ottsel."

“I said shut-oh fuck!" Daxter shouts out, gripping the ground tightly. His cock throbs as he oozes across the ground. Not shooting, not even a mild burst onto the floor, but his jizz just spills out from his tip. His ass clamps down onto the cock held within it, leaving a third of the length out of it. “J-J-Jak…"

“Yeah, Daxter? What's up buddy?" Jak teases with a grin.

“Nnng… mmhmm… f-f-fu…"

Jak gives the Ottsel a look, finding him cross-eyed and quivering. “Shit, did I fuck your brains out? I barely started!"

Daxter groans and mumbles under the man, unable to even have a cohesive thought. Not knowing what else to do, Jak begins to push back into the creature, finding a little less resistance than before. Looking from side to side, he gets back to his feet, keeping his hands on the Ottsel's hips as he does so. He continues to thrust in and out, using Daxter's semi-unconscious body.

“Fuck… I hope he's ok with this." Jak thinks out loud, grunting with every thrust.

Daxter stays limp for a minute, drooling in pleasure while he moves a paw to his half-hard shaft. His muscles quiver as he moves, gripping his length as tight as possible. Moving down his length, his paw gathers some of his pre-cum and jizz into his paw. With a little bit of trouble, he presses his paw to his nose and takes a sniff, shivering even deeper than before. Jak takes notice of this and grins.

“You're finally back, huh? You doing ok bud?" The man asks, continuing to thrust himself into the warm depths, slowly but surely getting even deeper into the Ottsel.

“Mmm… f-fu-u… so… bi-ig…" Daxter tries to say, barely able to form his words.

“Use your words, come on."

“O-oh shut… up… ke-eep going…"

“That's a good boy," Jak smirks. Moving over to a nearby chair, the man sits down and keeps the Ottsel between his thighs. “Sorry to move you so much, gotta find a good position."

Putting a hand onto Daxter's head, keeping the other on his hip, Jak begins using him like a personal fleshlight. Down, grind, up, and repeat. Building up a rhythm, the man finally bottoms the poor creature out, creating a large bulge that disappears into his upper chest. Once again Daxter goes cross-eyed, trying to comprehend what's going on and the pleasure building inside his body. Every part of him feels stuffed beyond capacity, and yet he keeps getting fuller.

“Nnng… Jak… slow down…" Daxter manages to say, gritting his teeth.

“Not now buddy, sorry, been taking it slow for a while. Now we go my speed," Jak responds.

Moving the Ottsel faster and harder, the human huffs heavily and grins, licking his lips as he bottoms out on every thrust. Beads of sweat form on his brow, glistening in the light of the room. With every thrust he pushes the Daxter further, gripping him tighter, fucking him rougher. As seconds turn into minutes, his orgasm begins to draw closer, making him slow down just a little. Despite this, the poor creature's hands and feet begin to go numb due to over exertion.

“Gunna burst here boy, where do you want it?" He asks, focusing on trying to hold back the inevitable.

“J-just… keep going..." Daxter breaths out, once again limp.

“Fuck!"

Jak goes balls deep and keeps all but the last inch or so inside the Ottsel, moving through short, rapid thrusts. Feeing his balls pull up against his body, he jams a pair of fingers down Daxter's throat, hoping to keep him quiet for a bit at least. Slamming up into the little creature, he creams into his depths, spurt after spurt of jizz fills the Ottsel's body, expanding and rounding out his abdominal bulge. After a good five shots of cum, his moving belly begins to 'slosh', before the jizz backs up further.

Moaning and groaning, Daxter struggles slightly against his restraints, feeling the hot, thick liquid moving up from his stomach. The external pressure grows to match the internal, his stomach finally growing still. But unfortunately for the Ottsel, this meant that the jizz inside him had only one way to go. He takes a deep breath before he feels the cum gush up his throat and out of his nose. As it travels down his muzzle, he feels the shaft slowly retreat from his body, letting the liquid inside him to slowly move back down his throat.

“Sorry, got carried away there." Jak says while 'plopping' his cock out of the Ottsel's ass, leaving the furry cleft a sloppy mess.

Falling to the ground with a thud, Daxter groans out, slumping to the side. With a few moments to finally collect himself, he slowly gets feeling back in his digits, giving them small tests of flexibility before trying further. Putting one paw onto the ground, before another, and another, he shakily gets to his feet, his balance feeling all off thanks to the extra cum-weight. A couple of seconds pass before he falls forward onto his belly, his hand-paws flailing as he topples down, heading maw first onto the ground.

“Need a hand?" Jak asks, grabbing a cloth from a pocket to clean himself with.

“Oh sure… great hero, help me up… *hic* from my cum fueled sexipades." Daxter half growls, trying to get himself back onto his feet.

“Hey, I was just offering a hand."

“Yeah, after almost making me black out."

“You've been through worse."

“Like when?"

“That 'Dark Daxter' phase springs to mind."

“Hey! That was '09, we don't speak about what happened in '09."

“Not even the group orgy? We gotta talk about the group orgy."

“No '09!" Daxter exclaims.

“You're just embarrassed that you didn't get to stick eight foot tall. Although not having a constant hard-on is an upside." Jak laughs, flinging the cloth to the Ottsel. “Was it the girls with giant tits that kept you hard, or do you really like being taller than my foreleg?"

“I don't have a height fetish!"

“You do, I can tell."

“Like hell you can!" Daxter tries to walk a few steps, but only succeeds in waddling, kind of cutely to Jak.

“Need a little help there?"

The Ottsel grumbles under his breath before speaking louder. “I can do it myself…"

“Sure you can," Jak gets up and walks past Daxter. “I'll see you in the food hall."

“W-wait…"

Jak stops, suppressing a smile. “What was that?"

“I said wait…"

“Still didn't catch that."

“Wait! You prick…"

“That's better, that I caught." Jak turns around, looking the Ottsel in the eyes, finding tears beginning to form in them. “Wait… are you crying?"

“Shut up!"

Jak moves closer to Daxter, getting down onto his knees. “Dude… isn't this what you wanted?"

“Yes… no, I don't know, ok? I want to be dominated! But… be on equal footing too. You got the… the first part right, but…"

“What, you want me to carry you back with rose petals or something?"

“You don't understand," Daxter turns away from the man, wiping his tears as best he can.

“Come on Dax, explain it to me a little more."

“I… I want you to dominate me, but… it's the aftercare I'm after. Come on, this isn't some two bit 'romance', just… just a bit of aftercare."

“Fair enough, you want the dom and care treatment." Jak smiles, picking up the Ottsel from under his armpits. Taking Daxter back to his room, the man slumps him onto a chair. “So, how do you suggest we start?"

“How… how about a paw massage? It's hard to walk with this… extra weight." Daxter asks as he pats his belly, giving his toes a wiggle.

“That all?"

“It's a start."

“Ok then."

Jak puts three fingers onto his left foot-paw, beginning to massage the soft pads and fur. With a sigh of pleasure, Daxter licks his lips, laying back in the chair. The man's fingers run across the foot, almost as if to examine it. He hadn't seen an Ottsel's foot from underneath before, and he is going to make the most of it.

“Enjoying the view down there?" Daxter asks smugly, moving his foot-paw in reaction to the man's fingers.

“I'm just taking care of a friend, that's all."

“You can't say you don't like it." Daxter grins, lifting his foot-paw slightly. “Give it a kiss."

“Do you have to be so annoying? You were begging for this."

“I… I wasn't begging!"

Jak gives him a small smile before giving the paw a kiss, and another. Repeating this over and over, the man moves the paw into his mouth, taking it whole. Licking and lapping at the digits, giving the Ottsel some foot-paw attention. The taste of strawberries and cream fills his mouth, obviously Daxter has been using some fur shampoo, and had done so recently. A minute passes all too quickly, and Jak pulls away, keeping his lips locked around the fluffy appendage.

“Oh buddy, you've been taking care of yourself, haven't you?" Jak almost purrs, looking up at him. “Especially that you want to go back to your old body."

“I do want to be my old self… in a way. But this body? It… has its advantages." Daxter replies, looking at a paw.

“I see, you have a paw fetish."

Daxter glares down at him, growling softly.

“Hey, having fetishes isn't a bad thing. I mean, think of all the things you can do with paws." Jak runs a pair of fingers over the appendage, admiring it slightly. “Tell me, what do you want to do with your fluffy little hand?"

“I… I want to lick it…"

“Do it then."

Daxter takes a moment before bringing his paw to his maw, giving it a long, drawn out lick. He moans out at this, shivering with pleasure. Jak moves to the Ottsel's pointed ear, nibbling at the fur covered skin. Huffing out, the small creature squirms with need, keeping eye contact with the man during the acts.

“What now, buddy? You need more, don't you?" Jak whispers, pushing the Ottsel further.

“Yeah… I need it, I wanna… I…" Daxter trails off, bringing his paw to his lips. They part and he brings it into his mouth, his whole paw fills his muzzle. Pushing further, he digs his padded fingers to the back of his throat, before moving them down towards his gullet. Jak watches the Ottsel finger-fuck his own throat, gulping around the appendage. The motions look like the creature is milking himself, moving his paw down and up into his muzzle.

“Wow, you look so sexy bud…" Jak breaths into his ear, only receiving a moan in response. “Go on, enjoy your paw."

Daxter's eyes flutter up into his skull as his cock throbs between his thighs, drawing the attention of Jak. Continuing to nibble the Ottsel's ear, he moves a hand to the small creature's cock, gripping it tightly. A small jerk to start off with, he encircles his hand around the length, feeling the leaking pre-cum helps him in this process. The sight of Daxter like this, is a turn huge on for the man.

“You like this? Sucking your own paw?" Jak teases, tightening his grip slightly.

Daxter moans around the appendage in his maw, tapping against the inside of his throat, enjoying the pressure this causes.

“Good Ottsel, that's it… enjoy this." He moves his free hand to Daxter's backside, groping it a couple of times before moving his digits into the warm cleft. Jak works his fingers against the gaping hole, feeling his hot cum spurt out slightly as he moves deeper. “I'm gonna make you enjoy this."

The Ottsel groans at this, giving the man a look.

“Sorry, still kinda in 'dom' mode."

Rolling his eyes, Daxter focuses back on his paw, which he pulls out of his gullet. It's covered in a thick layer of saliva, dampening the fur and darkening the shade. Keeping his eyes on Jak, the Ottsel brings his dry paw to the man's chin, and brings him into a kiss. Locking lips with him, he begins to tongue the inside of Jak's mouth. Mixing taste and scents, the two of them French kiss, blushing deeply at the passion. Only on the pull back, does he feel his orgasm begin to boil up.

“Fuck Jak… it… it's coming!" Daxter manages to say, trembling deeply in the man's grip.

“Oh, gonna cum Ottsel? Wanna breed my hand?" Jak teases, biting down onto the fluffy ear, giving it a small tug.

“Ah! Fuck! That… hurts…"

“You know you love it."

“Nnng… I… I do." Daxter finally admits, pushing his forehead against Jak's lower neck, sniffing his scent.

“Good Ottsel." Jak purrs, keeping the ear painfully taut.

The rising orgasm makes Daxter squirm even more, wrapping his arms around the man's neck as best he can, trying to control himself. Gritting his teeth, he thrusts his hips forward into the tight grip, breeding the bare skin. His movements stop for a brief moment, before a shot of hot seed spews from his tip, load after load bulges his urethra as they move forward.

“That's it Dax, let it all out."

“I… am…" Daxter grunts between spurts, trembling with need.

“Good Ottsel," Jak smiles.

“Say… say that… again…"

“You're a good Ottsel, a very good Ottsel."

With these words Daxter shoots a few extra spurts across the chair, his balls finally empty, leaving him slumped up against the back of the seat. Breathing deeply as sweat falls from his brow, slowly, but surely getting his heart rate regulated. His ear gets released and Jak picks the Ottsel up, sitting into the chair, resting his smaller friend onto his thighs. Finally resting, Daxter sighs softly, moving into the man's chest.

“Aren't you a good Ottsel?" Jak smiles.

“Am I?" Daxter asks, looking down.

“Of course, you are."

“Hmmm," letting out a sigh. Daxter slumps into the situation, cum spilling from his backside.