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Whipped out something quick. This is a two-part story that I'm working on. The second one should be out in the following week ahead.

Meanwhile, please enjoy the first part. I hope it's good!

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Agent’s problem - First encounter

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“Of all the tickets in the entire batch, he just has to put me down here!” Olsen grumbled as he walked down the stairs that led towards the basement. “Why me? Oh, because you’ve got fewer tickets to handle. Besides, you could use the exercise.” He continued to talk to himself while mimicking his supervisor.

Olsen dreaded coming here. The otter didn’t like how dark and dirty the basement looked, but it was essential to the department because this was where the officers archived every case they’d encountered throughout the ages. He had been working for the local bureau department since he began working in IT, and it had been years. He had seen officers come and go, but one thing that hadn’t changed was how secluded the basement was. Sometimes, he wondered if any supernatural activity occurred down here.

However, now wasn’t the time for that. He was ordered to come down here to resolve a computer problem, and the typical phrase, ‘Have you turned it off and on again?’ didn’t work—well, not this time. The ticket said an officer’s laptop had been running slowly lately, and the memory was always full. That was a given since these pieces of equipment were several years old. Tech changes, but the officers don’t.

He found the door that read ‘news archive’ and knocked a few times. “Hello? Officer Grayson? It’s Olsen from IT. Can I come in?”

“Come in,” a deep voice rumbled from the inside.

The otter entered and closed the door. He followed the voices to an empty area with several large tables and chairs. Officer Grayson greeted him with a firm handshake and was glad the otter arrived in time. The superior wolf was one of the oldest veterans in the academy and had been here even longer than any of the men in the department. For a man his age, the canine looked amazing.

The uniform hugged his large frame well enough to show off his bulging biceps. Since it was particularly hot down here, the officer unbuttoned the first two and revealed a firm and heavy package. His well-rounded chest was pure eye candy and Olsen had to peel his eyes off, or else he’d be caught staring. It wasn’t unusual to have gay officers around the academy but not everyone was comfortable saying it out loud. Hence, a lot of them kept to themselves.

While he gazed at the large wolf, Officer Grayson grumbled and fiddled with the laptop beside him. “Agent Dash has been having problems with it.”

Olsen turned to look at Agent Dash and nearly had to clamp his mouth shut by biting down on his tongue. The otter clenched both fists, reminding himself to stay calm. This is just another job, nothing unusual but… fuck! He couldn't stop staring at the agent! Agent Dash was a massive figure but an anomaly. The man was a cheetah, and typically, cats of his kind are swift runners, which means they tend to be lanky and slim, but Agent Dash was the complete opposite.

The cheetah's frame was twice the size of his own, and just like Officer Grayson, a few buttons of his shirt were popped open, but instead of two, he was down to just one. So, his entire chest and abs are on full display. Underneath his muscles, the fur was matted down, likely from too much sweat. The feline groaned and leaned back, giving his body a quick stretch, which was enough for Olsen to catch a glimpse of his bulging muscles in action. The way they moved, expanding and flexing, made it clear that Agent Dash was truly a specimen that required no explanation.

“Olsen,” Grayson said. “This is Agent Dash, but you can call him Dash. There are no formalities in the basement… Not when we're like this.”

“Hah… I-It's fine either way for me,” Olsen blushed.

“Great! I'm glad you're fine with it because there isn't enough ventilation in this bloody room,” the man remarked, starting to unbutton a few more of his own buttons as well.

Olsen gulped, steadying himself. He was a professional. The sooner he fixes their problem, the quicker he can leave. “What seems to be the problem?”

“The problem is that my laptop is fucking slow,” Dash growled heavily. “Fix it. I haven't got time to be here. I should be out there in the field. Why am I stuck doing admin?”

“Because we lack the manpower and you're the only one who's free around here.”

Dash hissed. “I'm sorry, but the city is safe. Does that mean I'm getting stuck here?”

Grayson groaned and sighed. “Look. Dash. It may be admin and menial but it’s important. So get to it.”

“Agghhhhh!” Dash leaned back and crossed his thick arms over that massive expanse of a chest. “Fine!” He then snapped at the otter. “Olsen, was it?”

The otter nodded. “Yes!”

“Fix my laptop. Now.”

“No need to be so aggressive, Dash.” Grayson sighed.

“I just want to get out of here quickly. I’ve got other shit to handle.”

“No, you don’t,” the wolf said and got up. “I want this done by the end of the week. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I'd better leave before-” his phone rang and when he saw the caller, he pinched the bridge of his nose and growled. “Look, just do it.”

The canine left in a hurry as he picked up the call. Once the door was shut, both feline and otter were left to their own devices. Olsen slowly slid the laptop toward him as he stared at the menacing feline. Dash stared right back and watched him tap on the keyboard. The tension was high and the cheetah wasn’t having fun being here. Finally, he picked up his phone and started entertaining himself.

Olsen finally relaxed as he worked on the laptop. There was definitely something going on and it took a while to find it and concoct a solution. His fingers tapped and clicked, troubleshooting every menacing task on hand. The biggest problem was how many tabs the feline was opening at one time. Not only that, but his disc drive wasn’t properly fragmented and slowed down the entire operating system.

He tried to explain the issue with the cheetah but all Dash did was brush it off by saying it wasn’t important. Olsen didn’t like where this was going and he thought he’d be stern with the agent but he walked away.

“I’m just stretching my legs and packing up some files.”

Olsen saw him leave for the back of a rack and frowned. It was luck that the feline was a hunk, or else he’d just leave and make a formal complaint. When he saw the back of the man, the otter gulped. The size of his frame was amazing and he wanted to wrap his entire arm around it. It wouldn’t be a surprise if his body couldn’t even do that. Dash was huge. An abnormal species like him was one in a million. The usual thin and swift body was nowhere in sight but was replaced by pound after pound of muscles that matched a grizzly bear.

The otter sighed and got back to his work. Through it all, he could feel a small tent burgeoning between his loins. He willed himself to relax. However, it didn’t last for long. The moment he opened a new web browser, the search bar accidentally popped up a few unusual keywords that usually don’t belong to a straight man.

Dilf. Muscle. Cock. Cum. Muscle worship. Bottoming. And the one that took him by surprise was the size difference.

“What the…” Olsen muttered to himself. He wanted to explore further and slowly peered at the grumbling feline. He stacked up a few documents and busied himself. The otter bit the bottom of his lips and wanted to explore further. This was certainly an intrusion of privacy but he couldn’t help himself. If he played his cards right, perhaps there’s a chance with this hunk of a man.

Olsen clicked further and explored the website that was bookmarked. The cheetah wasn’t exactly the smartest when it came to tech. Some of the websites were still logged in and after watching clips of the man’s sexual desire, he deduced that Agent Dash had a certain kink with men who aren’t as muscled as him.

The otter decided to play with the feline by calling him over to help with something. “Hey, Agent Dash. Could you come here a minute?”

He heard the stomping of the burly feline and he scowled. “What?”

“There’s a loose wire underneath the table and I’d like you to pull it up from the table’s opening. Could you do that?”

The cheetah rolled his eyes and was obviously not entertained. “Whatever.”

Olsen grinned and loosened his pants a little, showing off his crack and when he bent over, half of his ass could be seen. The otter found the wire in a second but wanted to play a little. He shook his tail left and right and his ass followed along. The more he pushed his ass up, the lower his pants went and if he wanted to, Olsen could have revealed his tight tail hole.

There was silence between them. “Sorry, it’s taking a while. It’s kinda dark underneath here.”

“Ahem… Hem! Do you need a flashlight?” The feline offered.

“Do you mean a fleshlight?” The otter muttered under his breath.

“You said something?” Dash asked.

“No, nothing,” Olsen replied. “Ah! I got it.” He pushed it up and wiggled the thing above.

Dash saw it and took a step forward to pull the cable up and by doing so, he leaned over and his crotch was placed right on the otter’s ass. Olsen didn’t know what just happened but when he felt the semi-hard bulge pushing in between his ass, his body shuddered. Oh yeah, he was turning this muscle-bound feline on.

Once they got the wire, Olsen crawled backwards and stood up, fixing his pants and going back to normal. Well, as normal as he could but when he saw the feline, he was blushing and breathing heavily, sweat rolled down his chest and he was quite bothered about something. His eyes were fixated on the otter and he wouldn’t look away.

Now, Olsen didn’t know what else to say but kept quiet. He sat back down and continued working on the laptop. When his eyes met the cheetah, the feline had removed his shirt. Now, he was topless with only his pants on. Even then, he had removed the buckle from it. All he needed to do was unzip those pants and he’d be down to his undergarments… provided he even wore one.

When that thought struck through the otter’s mind, he blushed and had to wiggle his crotch a little. He was getting harder by the second and he didn’t want him to know how horny he was making him feel.

“I’ll be back there,” Dash said and turned back. “Just call if you need anything.”

“Oh yeah… Cool… Cool…” Olsen watched as the feline disappeared between the shelves. He lets out a loud sigh of relief. “Gawd… He’s so hot. He’s gay and he’s into guys like me. Should I?”

The thought lingered but he quickly tuned it off. He had work to do and the last thing he needed was getting chewed out by Officer Grayson. Olsen breathed out and got his head in the game. He closed every porn website that he found and tried to troubleshoot the laptop. Of course, it was difficult to ignore the horny messages that kept popping up from the side screen. It seemed he was pretty famous online and that’s expected when Dash has a body like that.

It took at least an hour before he stumbled on a login credential page. He tried setting it to default but the security was pretty tight. Ultimately, he had no other choice but to retrieve the password from the cheetah himself. It has been a while since Olsen had seen him or heard a squeak. It was a little concerning and he decided to look for him. The place wasn’t big and in a minute, he found the feline at the end of a secluded area.

Olsen took a step forward but stopped when he heard a soft but manly moan coming from the side. It was an obvious answer but he wanted affirmation. He tiptoed closer and when he saw the now naked cheetah, the otter held his breath and stiffened. Not only was he naked but he was jerking off. From the looks of it, he has been playing with himself for quite some time. His body glistened with sweat and the overflowing amount of pre had pooled underneath his crotch.

He would give it a swift stroke and stopped, stroked it up and let go, edging himself to the end, never cumming. The feline moaned a little louder and kept cursing under his breath. His body was a sight that Olsen could only dream of. A burly man was on the ground, polishing his meat and was on the verge of orgasm. When he released his cock, it throbbed and pulsed angrily, spat out a large glob of clear liquid.

“Fuck… Fuck…” Dash said softly. “I need to take care of this before that twink comes around.”

Twink? Olsen looked at himself. Oh yeah, he was a twink. He may be so but he worked out every now and then. He wasn’t completely scrawny but had a visible six-pack. Though, he needed to work more on his chest.

“Ah… Oh yes…” He kept stroking. “That… Twink… Man… Oh yeah… Oh fuck… I bet he’s got a good one on him.”

Olsen’s eyes bulged. Was he thinking about him? He looked down again. Was he huge?

“I bet he could scratch the itch inside of me.”

Whoa whoa! He’s actually thinking about him! Rumours about twink having huge cocks is just a myth! Not everyone has one. Olsen then smirked. Who was he kidding? He did have a huge cock. The otter wasn’t a stranger to sexual encounters and most of the guys that he hooked up with praised his meat and loved riding it.

“Ungh… Huff… Huff… Gawd… I’m going to cum… Fuck! I want to cum with his huge cock inside me… Fucking me… Making me cum handsfree… I need that… Desperate…” Dash slowly degraded himself to a level of a slut.

Olsen didn’t expect this to unfold. He still couldn’t wrap his head around this despite knowing how much he loved size difference. Most of his escapades were with guys of his size. Some may be bigger but most aren’t as herculean or burly as the cheetah. In fact, he’s the first. He had watched porn like this before but never in front of his eyes.

Agent Dash continued to talk to himself but the second he wanted to cum, he pulled off. He was breathing in deep and desperate, his tongue rolled out and what came next heated the otter up. Apparently, the devious feline snuck in a dildo to this very corner and he was lubing it up. All it took was a full minute and he was pumping the fake cock inside of it.

The initial entry made his entire body shudder. His muscles went taut and he threw his head back. The moaning was getting louder and he knew it. “No… Ah… But… It’s so good. If only this thing was that fucking otter.”

The brute continued to fuck himself, pumping the dildo in and out of his stretched hole while jerking off. His eyes were closed and Olsen could only imagine what he was thinking. However, he didn’t even need to do that because Dash blurted it out.

“Fuck me with that cock. Oh yes… Get it in deep. You like that, twinky man? Wanna fuck a man like me? Yeah? Yes… Ahh… Ngh!! Get that fat cock in… Pump me full… Ngg!! Grrah!” Dash kept talking and the next minute, he moved to a different position.

Olsen watched the live sex show and the effect it had on his body. His cock had gotten hard and being trapped inside of his pants was a struggle. He grunted softly and yanked it out. The moment it was out, he sighed happily. It wasn’t even fully hard yet and it was at a substantial size. Using both paws, he slowly jerked off, making sure he didn’t utter a single sound. His eyes continued to stare at the cheetah. What he saw next nearly made him cum.

The man had placed the dildo and the ground and it faced upwards, ready to be ridden. His hips slammed downwards, his cock jumped up and down with a long strand of pre joining from the tip to the ground. There was a huge smile plastered on his face and the expression of pure lust was etched all over.

“Oh yeah… Let me ride that shit… Wanna see more?” Dash said to no one but himself. He pushed his body forward, down on his knees and started fucking back again. Both paws cupped at his massive pecs and started to grope himself. His muscles bounced as his body moved up and down, making them flex and tighten in between fucks. There’s so much going on right now that he didn’t care if the otter even stumbled in.

“You want this? You want my ass?”

Olsen gulped and nodded. Yes, he wants that ass. Yes, he wants to fuck it. How could he not?! It was pushed to him on a silver platter!

“Ahhh… You’re going in so deep.” Dash moaned happily.

Olsen finally had the courage and said something that even took him by surprise. “I can go deeper.”

The fucking instantly stopped. Silence.

Dash blinked for a brief moment. “Who’s there?”

Olsen said nothing.

That’s when slutty Dash turned into action Agent Dash when he retrieved his pistol. “I said! Who’s there?!”

Terror racked through Olsen’s body but he willed himself forward. His paws were shaking but at the same time, the thrill kept his cock hard. When the otter appeared from his hiding spot, he waved. “I can go deeper?”

“O-Olsen?!” Dash said and dropped his gun. “The fuck are you doing here?!”

“Uh… I was looking for you.”

The cheetah sighed. “How much did you see or hear?”

Olsen bit the bottom of his lip. “Um… Do you want to know?”

“You’re fucking hard. Your cock is out. I assume you saw everything.”

“N-Not everything! Only the other half,” Olsen said. “When I found you, you were already naked with that… that… monster in your paw.”

“You mean my cock.”

“Of course your cock, what else would it be?” The otter was getting annoyed. “Look, I needed some info. That’s it.”

“Then why the fuck are you jerking off to me jerking off?” Dash said. Even though they were bantering with each other, the agent had yet to cover himself. The dildo was still stuck inside of him and his cock hadn’t lost it’s size. “Did you like it? Oh, who am I kidding? Of course, you do. If you wouldn’t, your cock wouldn’t be out like that.”

Olsen clicked his tongue. “Fuck you. You’re such a jerk and here I thought you’d be different after seeing this side of you.”

“What side? My slutty side?” Dash said with a grin. “Is sex banned in the otter community? Or perhaps you’re such a stuck up that seeing someone else pleasure themselves got you riled up in protest?”

“Keep that up and you’ll regret that.”

“Regret what? Your wrath? You’re a twink otter. What possible damage could you do to a man like me who’s twice your size?”

“Stop it!”

“What are you going to do about it?!”

“Fuck you!”

“Hah! You won’t even dare!” Dash was pushing on his nerves.

“You think I won’t?!” Olsen was getting angrier and he took a step forward. “Just because you’re a man with muscles doesn’t mean I can’t take you down!”

“Then do it,” the cheetah hissed. “Make your claim true.”

That’s it. The otter pushed himself forward and within a second, he was between the feline. Dash knew this was coming and he prepared himself. The poor otter fell for his trap. When he felt the tip of the otter’s cock head entered inside of him, he moaned happily and this time, he didn’t hold back. He roared in both pain and pleasure.

“Fucking cheetah! Fucking useless bitch! Raghh!” Olsen huffed and puffed. His cock rammed itself in and it didn’t take long for it to bury all of it inside of the man. Every single inch of his otter cock had lodged inside that tight and warm hole. With the help of lube, he could easily fuck the feline without a care in the world.

Dash could feel the thickness that was the otter and he loved it. As always, a real cock is ten times better than a fake one. This was a living and breathing being and he was here for it. “Is that all you’ve got?!”

Olsen didn’t like that tone and continued to pummel deeper and faster. Now, he was slapping his hips forward and fucking with wild abandonment. Nothing was holding him back, nothing but his rage and pride to uphold. Every thrust was pure pleasure to his body. “Fuck you! Fuck you!”

“Oh…! Not bad for a geek. You’ve got talent, I admit,” Dash licked his lips and fondled his large chest muscle and even tweaked his hardened nipples. “Look at me, nerd. You’re fucking a man that’s bigger than you. How’s that feel?”

“Grrg! I don’t care! You’re my bitch now!” A few hard ram forward was all he needed to cement his resolve. “Slutty bitch. Slutty agent. Thinks you’re all that big in the organisation. Leaving us low levels with nothing. We’re not your pawn to be used for your convenience!”

Dash growled happily and roared. He could feel every part of his body going into overdrive. That otter cock was truly a foe that he wouldn’t have underestimated. The length and girth were enough to push him to the brink of orgasm and he tried his best to stave it off. Olsen wasn’t even thinking about the feline’s pleasure. He was fucking with anger but at the same time, with pride, knowing very well that he was dominating a man that was much bigger than he was.

The otter thrust a few more times and stopped in his tracks, his cock was buried deep inside to the hilt. “Fuck… This is too hot…”

Dash gave a sultry moan and smiled. “Yeah it is.”

“No… I mean… It’s really hot right now. I think there’s not enough air circulation.” Olsen was out of breath, his face slowly getting red but at the same time, he was thinking with his cock instead of his brain. “But I need to cum.”

He’s right. The fan around the basement isn’t strong enough and with how hard both of them were fucking, the surrounding area was getting heated by the minute. However, that didn’t deter from the otter giving in strong and hardened pumps. No sooner than a second, he picked up the pace and returned to thrust wildly.

“Shit. You’re clenching down way too hard for me to keep steady,” Olsen panted with his tongue out. “I can’t hold it in any longer. I need to cum… inside you.”

“Then do it,” Dash said while he took control over his cock and started jerking off. By now, there was enough pre all over his shaft that he could stroke freely. The slippery slope of paw against his sensitive manhood was just the right amount of pressure that he needed to unload a huge shot of cum.

“Wait! You’re cumming! Too! Fast!! Ahh!!” Olsen shouted.

“Grgh!! Ngghh! Ahh! Shut up!” The cheetah cried out as several pumps of warm liquid scattered across his body like a fountain. Sweat mixed with cum was the perfect combination to fill the air with manly musk and it was a trigger point for a certain otter.

Olsen cried out in pleasure and exploded. Powerful volleys of seed were pumped into the cheetah and filled every nook and cranny of his inside. The warm liquid smeared around the warm cavern and coated his cock, making it feel hotter now. He didn’t move, his body stunned for a brief moment as he enjoyed the coursing of pleasure going through him. His eyes rolled backwards and he groaned with the final spat of cum.

That lengthy otter cock had stretched the cheetah beyond what he was used to and Dash wasn’t complaining. He purred like a heavy motor once the man below him had finalised his cum transaction. Dash had cum inside and outside of him and he wouldn’t have it any other way. This was the kind of feeling and pleasure that he craved for and who would have known that he could find such entertainment in the basement.

Olsen shuddered one last time and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the cum coated muscled feline and Dash didn’t even hide it. He slowly flexed his arms out while rubbing cum all over his chest and chiselled abs. The sight itself was a massive turn on and it didn’t help to soften his cock.

“Like what you see?”

“Fuck…” Olsen cursed but this time, after that cumming this much, his head was begining to clear. “I just fuck an agent…”

“You did,” Dash grinned. “I wonder if that’s merit assault.”

Olsen didn’t appreciate that tone. “Fuck you.”

“You just did.”

The otter pulled his cock out and once he did, the flow of cum spat all over the ground. Dash shuddered and bit the bottom of his lips from pleasure. He uttered a soft moan of acceptance and gently rubbed his tail hole with a finger.

“Stop that!”

“Stop what?”

“T-That! What are you doing!” Olsen stammered. “You’re an agent for god sake! Act like one!”

That didn’t amuse Dash and he slowly stood up; his large and burly frame loomed over him like a giant. “Just because I’m an agent, doesn’t mean I’m not a living being. I have needs and desires as well. It’s not just all work and no play.”

Now he had angered the feline. Instead of cleaning up, Dash took his clothing and walked off to where his laptop was. Olsen saw the anger in the cheetah’s face and quickly followed along, grabbing everything that he could. The cheetah had a towel and started wiping his body, taking off the cum and sweat to look at least presentable.

“Sorry, I said that. I wasn’t choosing my words properly.” Olsen apologised.

Dash stopped what he was doing and stared at the otter, his eyes sharp like daggers. “What am I to you?”

“W-What?”

“Tell me the truth,” Dash said once more. “What am I to you?”

“Um… An agent?”

“Is that it? Just an agent?”

“A very hot agent?” Olsen was trying to save himself from this awkward situation but it wasn’t helping.

“So that’s it. An agent. I don’t have a life outside of work. I’m just a slave crime fighter,” Dash grumbled. “Do you know what you are to me? A tech geek who’s here to fix my pc problems and I appreciate that.”

“You… have a funny way of showing appreciation,” Olsen said.

“Is it because of my face? My body? My hard and menacing demeanour? I don’t say thank you? I don’t give a humble bow? Is that it?”

“Uh… Yes?”

Dash stopped talking for a few seconds and suddenly burst out laughing. “Yeah, thought so. End of discussion. Get back to work. You’ve had your fun.”

That was a quick swerve from the main topic. “Whoa! You’re just going to let that hang?”

“What more do you want from me? You’ve fucked the living daylights out of me. I gave you my ass. Albeit, it was consensual and I loved it but still, I’ve given you what you want.”

Olsen didn’t know what to say but clenched his fist. “Why you!”

Before he could do anything further, Dash swooped in and kissed the twink otter. When their lips met, Olsen didn’t know what to do but stood rooted to the ground. All kinds of things stormed in his mind and it was becoming fuzzy. He hadn’t been kissed like this before. The men he had experienced with were forceful and didn’t linger. They just wanted to fuck and get done. He was okay with that but not Dash. This man was putting his body onto him and the weight of it was pushing him back.

The cheetah squeezed the smaller male and pried his lips open. Olsen slowly accepted his fate and when their tongues started to wrestle, the otter felt weak and nearly fell over. If it wasn’t for the strong man holding onto him, he would have fallen. They tasted each other's saliva and both elicited soft grunts of approval. Dash was gentle and yet rough when it came to his kisses. He worked his tongue like it was second nature and with his lips, kissed him with much intensity.

It all took a minute when Dash slowly pulled himself back, his eyes gleaming in victory. “Feel better?”

Olsen was still in a daze and couldn’t respond promptly. “Uh… Just…”

“That’s enough of an answer for me,” Dash said and popped his pants back in. “Damn, cum is leaking out of my ass. Eh, don’t matter. My shift is about to end. I’ll clean this up at home.” He was still shirtless and stretched his body out. His muscles popped and strained under each movement; they bulged and tightened like a living statue.

The otter wiped the saliva off his lips. “Didn’t expect that.” But still, he was curious about something. “Answer me this, why are you doing this?”

“You mean why did I let you fuck me?”

“Yes.”

Dash looked at the otter and softly chuckled. “I envy. Is that enough?”

“Envy me? What for? You’re that cool and strong agent who goes around town shoving bad guys around. If anything, I should be envious of you. You’re handsome, strong, muscular and… just hot, overall.” Olsen was beginning to swoon.

The cheetah shook his head and sighed. “I don’t like how I look. Maybe to you, I’m a hottie but to me, I want to have your build. Small and slick. Not too scrawny but evident muscles. I’d like that.”

“That’s a left field for me,” Olsen said. “Why?”

“Why?” Dash shook his head and smiled. “Oh dear otter… I’m a cheetah. I should be slender and swift. Agile is our nature but I can’t be that. I want to feel the speed rushing through me when I run, I want to feel the freedom but I can’t. I’m naturally built like this. My muscles were already showing the moment I hit puberty and by my early 20s, I was a tank.”

This was more than an answer but an emotional dump session!

“I was quickly recruited to be an agent,” he continued. “I work hard. I play hard. But… no matter what it is, I want to have a body like yours.”

“And I want to have a body like yours,” Olsen pointed out. “And yet we can’t have everything in this world.”

Dash smirked. “Heh, that’s true. Hence, why I love guys like you. I love to feel your body. I want to be dominated and used by you. I love being a bottom. It doesn’t just fuel my lust but gives twinks like you a good confidence boost, yes?”

He’s right. The otter did feel powerful and proud when he was pounding the cheetah. “You’re weird. You know that?”

“So? Sue me,” Dash laughed. “So, about my laptop. Is it fixed?”

Olsen stared at the table and back at the cheetah and gave an awkward smile. “No…”

The cheetah didn’t appreciate the answer and started growling at him to get back to work. Throughout the rest of the hour, they said nothing to each other. However, the otter kept stealing small glances at the shirtless cheetah. He was playing with his phone. Whenever he breathed, he saw his chest muscles expand and it slowly turned him on. It was a distraction but thankfully, he got it done in time.

Once the job was done, they said their goodbyes but not before exchanging phone numbers.