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James didn't know what he was doing here. He looked the feline in front of him up and down. The creamsicle tabby was looking down at the floor, anxiously tapping his finger on his hips.

"So you've never done any sort of BDSM scene before? And your first idea was to hire a professional dom for hire? Me no less?" James didn't want to toot his own horn, but his name would be synonymous with professional dominate. At least it would if he wanted it out there. But he far preferred living a low-key life, only letting word of mouth be the vector in which people found him. Even still, he worked with most of the big names in the adult film industry, if not on camera, then behind it. A good dom had to swing both ways after all. Beyond that, some high value politicians preferred his discreet services, when they needed to get their rocks off in their secret ways, sometimes so secret that if James wanted to bring them to light, their public image would be irreparably tarnished.

But that wasn't his style, he kept on good terms with all his clients. Hell, most of them were repeat customers. He wondered if some of them were hooked on his style, unable to get the same high from some other fur's service.

"So d-do you want me to sign a contract or something s-sir?" The timid cat finally managed to sputter out. Gavin was obsessed with the otter's work, first finding the appearances on scene, then finding out all the films he had directed. The otter seemed to create scene unlike any of the other's he watched, choosing to rewatch some videos over and over again instead of looking for any new ones. They seemed so real compared to any other, he would imagine how it felt being in the place of the various submissives. One day maybe by mistake, the otter's business email was left in the video description. Gavin didn't hesitate, instantly sending an inquiry off asking about services. A coffee shop meeting was set, James preferred vetting his clients in a public spot first, before deciding to set anything private up.

"Dear god kid." James sipped his coffee sighing, "I know you said you had almost no experience but do you know anything? I'm not your sir, and there's not going to be any contracts." This was looking to be a wash, maybe he should just call it quits here. He still wasn't sure how this cat had even gotten his contact details, this wasn't his idea of an ideal client after all. Could just wish the kid good day and be off with it. They probably couldn't afford his rate after all.

"Oh, sorry!" Gavin paused a moment, thinking. "What should I call you then?"

"James."

"Alright, I can do James." Gavin took another sip of his French vanilla. He usually preferred black coffee, but something about this kind of meeting called for him to drink something sweet. Seemed more appropriate. Something about hearing the otter acting so casual was quickly settling his nerves.

"Well, Gavin." James noted how the cat seemed quick on the uptake. "Here's how it's gonna work out, you write down how much you can afford to blow on this night. Plus!" He put added emphasis on the word. "Your real age, no way in hell you're forty-three."

Gavin's face reddened, he didn't know why he lied about that. He just didn't want to be patronized by the older otter. But it didn't seem to work, and for some reason every time he was called kid, it made him squirm. He quickly jotted down his price and his real age, twenty-four, but he added it was a few days until his birthday, as if that would make much of a difference. He wordlessly slid the napkin across the table, James picked it up and his face became a mask of nothing, but inside he was wincing. The cat's offer was beyond lowball compared to his other gigs, but still he kept his composure. After all, the lion share of his fee was for discretion anyways.

"Birthday this Saturday? Fine, I'll give you a shot, let me fine tune some details and a place and I'll send you a text, you got a phone number?" James could see the pure glee spreading across the cat's face, soon the napkin was snatched back out where the ten digits were added hastily before the tabby was practically running out the door, audibly purring.

"Fuck me, this might be rougher than expected..." James closed his eyes and leaned back into the booth.

Saturday came faster than expected, Gavin was anxiously waiting. Saturday afternoon his roommate cornered him.

"Bro are we heading out to the bar tonight? I think everyone else is headed that way too." The wolf's tail was wagging, excited for the chance to treat his friend to a night out.

"Uh, no. Sorry man, I kindaaa, made plans already..." Gavin forgot to mention he couldn't do their usual bar run, he was praying they weren't too disappointed.

"You, plans?" The wolf asked with a quizzical eye raise. "Oh, I get it, got some tail and you don't want me to steal it from you!"

"No! It's not like that!" Gavin punched the chuckling wolf in the arm before he snatched his coat up and opening the front door. "Anyways, gotta go! Don't want to be late!"

It was a short bus ride to the address on his phone, he re read it, careful to make sure the address he put in his maps app matched. He kept looking back and forth between the two as music idly blared in his headphones. He got off a few stops early, walking into a liquor store he went to every so often.

"What kind of stuff do people bring to these kinds of things?" He murmured to himself as he pawed a bottle of red wine. This seemed like it would fit, but he also wasn't much for wine. He opted for a few mix cocktails in a can, not very classy, but the cat didn't really like to pretend to be what he wasn't. He paid for the cans and stuffed them into his hoodie pocket, making the final leg of his journey on foot.

Gavin looked up at the hotel, it wasn't some five star spot, but it was much bigger than anything he was used to. He swallowed his nerves and walked in, the cougar at the desk was wearing a nice pants suit, and suddenly he felt a little too dressed down for this occasion. She asked his name, and gave him another once over when she learned this was the person James told her about. She passed over the keycard, Gavin let out a squeaky thank you as he hurried to the elevator. James had arrangements like this at a lot of hotels, high class enough that his special guests wouldn't be put off with them, but not too swanky that their friends wouldn't be around to spot them.

The door opened, James was bent over a suitcase, inspecting his gear.

"I thought I told you eight thirty kid?" He growled, not looking up from his preparation.

"You did, but I didn't want to be late. And, I'm not going to lie, I'm super eager, do you want a drink?" Gavin asked, taking the cans from his pocket, laying them out on top of the mini fridge.

"I, no I don't want a fucking drink! Christ where do you hear these kinds of ideas?"

"Uh, your videos?"

The cat had him there.

"That's just part of the act kid! It's different in real life. Just take a nice long shower and have a good hard think about if this is what you actually want."

Gavin was sitting in the shower, hot water running through his fur, cold can in his hand. He took a sip, the difference in temperature making his head feel clear despite the light buzz he was getting. He didn't plan to get drunk, but one drink couldn't hurt. He was ready, beyond ready, a finger went down to his ass and he gently rubbed it, putting just the lightest pressure on it, bringing a moan to his lips. He had been waiting for years for this exact moment and he was right on the cusp of it. He heard a knocking on the door, he turned the water off, used the fur dryer on the counter and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Lose the towel." James was impressed, but he wanted to see it all. Gavin hesitated a moment, but something about following the otter's orders felt right. The towel dropped to the floor, leaving the cat fully nude. James was surprised, he didn't know that such a nice body was hidden under those baggy jeans and hoodies. He approached the cat, tracing the form with his eyes, then with a paw. It was a lithe figure, with just the hint of a beer belly forming. He gave it a light pinch, before bringing the paw dow, feeling the feline's sheath, giving the balls a little rub, tip quickly beginning to poke out. James put a stop to that, roughly squeezing the orbs in his paws together, getting a low whine from Gavin, as his tip retreated back to its hiding place.

"None of that yet, not without permission." James growled out, getting into his character.

"Sorry James, I couldn't help it."

"It's not James for you anymore, it's sir."

"Yes sir!" Gavin was almost fully erect again, James was dismayed, but more than a little amused at the feline's eager body. He couldn't wait to whip it into shape.

"Let's get to work. But before that, you remember the safe word and gesture?"

"Of course sir!"

James didn't waste a second, pressing down on Gavin's shoulder, causing the feline to gently fall to their knees on the plush carpet. James took the opportunity to grab their muzzle and looked them deep in the eyes, yeah, he would enjoy this. James was staring up, deep into the otter's eyes, he would have given all his money to know what they were thinking in the moment. But as he thought that, his muzzle was pushed down until he was eye level with the otter's leather chaps, and the light bulge that was barely concealed underneath. His mind went blank after that. He then felt cool leather caressing his chest, tracing a line up his chest. He was burning with curiosity to glance down at whatever was touching him, but he didn't dare move a muscle without direction.

As the cool material slowly crawled its way up his chest, warming up as it sapped the warmth from him, nearly causing him to shiver, the handle came into view. It was a riding crop. Its tip was keeping up his neck, pausing to press down on his Adam's apple. He gave a slightly nervous gulp, feeling the crop move up and down with the motion. It was pressing under his muzzle, tears were nearly forming in his eyes. Maybe he wasn't actually ready for this, the few syllables that would stop everything rested on his tongue, but as he was directed to look back up to the otter's reassuring and caring face, the uncertainty melted away. Sir must have taken a massive bet on him, and he'd be damned if he'd let the night end on such a disappointing finish. He would put his whole trust into James, his body would serve as an offering to the otter. The crop connected with his cheek, gently, but enough force to break the eye contact the two were sharing.

"You don't deserve to look me in the eyes right now." James growled stepping closer, close enough to put light pressure on the feline's balls, pressing them into the carpet. So far it was all going according to the scene he had planned out. Yet, his mind was wandering, wondering how far the two could really go, if there was a moment the two could share outside his set script.

He gripped the cat's scruff and pulled them over to the bed, pushing them across it until their ass was on full display. He inspected it like a piece of meat, pulling up on the tail, groping the slightly boney cheeks, spreading them apart to get a good view of the hole between. It was enough to nearly make him skip the foreplay and get right into fucking the cat's tight ass, dick pressing hard against the zipper of his pants, begging for release.

TWACK

** ** The riding crop hit, hard. The sound reverberated off the walls, almost echoing. Another reason James chose this spot, well soundproofed walls. Nothing ruined a scene faster than a ringing phone from front desk about noise complaints. Here, unless someone was crying bloody murder, no one outside would be nore the wiser. Gavin almost did scream bloody murder, unprepared for the burning pain spreading across his cheeks. He wasn't warned, and the resounding pain running it's way up his back was making his head go fuzzy. He couldn't explain how, but he knew when the next one was coming. He subtly pushed his hips back into it.

TWACK

** ** It burned twice as much, it felt thrice as good.

TWACK

** ** He couldn't explain why, but his pained cries slowly began melting to moans, the burning on his ass making him squirm on the bed, grinding his semi hard tip on the bed, leaking drops of pre with each spank. James wanted to scream too. He wanted to let out the rising energy in his chest, feral and full of a need to own. He almost lost control of his paw, but he was better than that. Still the intensity and vigour of the spanking almost doubled, much to the delight of the cat. His ass was burning, it felt like his fur had gasoline poured on it and someone sparked a match, he wouldn't have it any other way. He imagined that his orange and white fur was now dyed red, he wished the lasts could last forever, no matter how painful sitting down would be for the following week.

Hot spit ran down his crack, running over his hole, he wanted to look back, catch a glimpse of the fur about to take his ass, but a fist gripped his scruff. It twisted hard, balling the skin up in a fist, freezing the cat in place. James slipped his dick from his pants, slathering it in lube, he needed to control the cat's gaze. Sure he wanted to be rough, but he didn't want to ruin the cat, only give the impression he would.

It pressed hard against the cat's entrance; they were tight, maybe too tight. James wasn't ready to give up yet, he loosened his grip on the feline's scruff, just enough or them to relax a little. Finally, the tip slipped in. In that moment, the two shared an ethereal connection, losing the very concept of time and space. Gavin tensed up for a moment, clenching hard on the intrusion, James felt the action and almost collapsed onto the cat, steadying himself by pressing their other paw into the small of their back. It was a routine thing, he had done it with so many others, yet this time it was different. Perhaps fate had drawn the two together, James didn't care to ponder, instead he pushed deeper.

"Fa-fa-fa..." Gavin was incoherent, stammering out nonsense.

"Speak up kid, don't pass out on me now." James wanted to keep the night going, but he wasn't going to force it.

"Fu-fuck me, please sir, fuck me deeper..." Gavin moaned out.

James happily obliged, the breathless begging egging him on. Usually he wouldn't accept demands from his subs, but this wasn't a demand, he could hear the need in the cat's voice, the desire in their body. There wasn't anything else he could do but gip in, burying his dick in deeper, until his hips pressed up against their squirming, burning ass. He needed to mark this thing he was fucking, claim it as his own. Warning anyone else who thought about touching his property not to try it. The scruff of the feline's neck was deep between his teeth before he even realized it. His dick was fully pulled out of the ass of his mark. Feeling like it was about to be crushed, he sprayed his hot seed between them, covering the cat's back, drool dripping from his maw, dripping down and soaking the sheets below. He wanted nothing more than to cum inside them, but he wanted his scent ingrained into the cat's fur. Gavin for what it was worth was doing his part, idly grinding his back against the heavy pressure of the otter, but whether he was trying to rub the potent scent into his fur or trying to rub his yearning dick against the edge of the bed in a desperate attempt to get off was another thing. Not that he really cared about that, he knew his job was done.

They remained in that position for thirty minutes, panting heavily. James broke the silence first, getting words out between satisfied huffs.

"Forget, paying me kid. Fuck, next time, I hire you."

Gavin closed his eyes, he didn't need to say anything, nor did he want to. all he wanted was to savour this moment, keep it with him forever as he slowly fell asleep under the otter, who shifted his position, spooning the cat close, letting the fatigue take over, slipping under to the light purring in the cat's chest.

It was well into the evening when Gavin woke up to a gentle tapping on his foot, the comforting pressure of the otter was gone, maybe he imagined the tapping. He couldn't say it wasn't surprising, but it was disappointing all the same. He rolled over and noticed the otter was standing at the foot of the bed, wordlessly waiting for him. He had a collar in his paws, and as the two made eye contact Gavin knew who the collar belonged to. He never broke eye contact, James wrapped the thick leather collar around his neck, making sure it was tight, but not too tight, before crawling back into bed. The two slept soundly for the rest of the night.

Gavin woke up the next morning, James was awake, packing his suitcase. Gavin followed suit, collecting his discarded clothes, quickly dressing.

"Let's not make it too serious but uh, I'll text you yeah?" James couldn't make eye contact, blaming it on making sure his suitcase was in check and not his nerves.

"Yeah! I'd like that sir!" Gavin hastily agreed, running a paw over his new accessory, he couldn't wait for the next session. He skipped his way to the door, his paw stopped before opening it.

"Christ, kid, take the collar off for fuck's sake. Let's not get too public with it, yet..." James chided the cat, but he couldn't help but appreciate their enthusiasm. It was refreshing to see someone so ready and perfect for a role as a full time submissive, not one of his usual client who only played the role for a night when the urges grew too bid to contain. A grin crept across his face as he pictured the creamsicle tabby in the newest film he was slated to direct.