FSE

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A trade for Frosted_Fur, whose art piece https://www.sofurry.com/view/824478 inspired this story! I wanted to do a balanced exploration of BDSM relationships, and I hope this turned out fine! Do tell me what you think, and do remember to check out Frosty's wonderful art, too! *smiles*

Have a fun read!

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"Okay...next...put your paws behind your neck and lean back a bit...just like that...hmm...yeah...just a bit more...yeah...okay...yes...that's it...show me what a proud rubber boy you are..."

The flash attached to the rather expensive camera went off several times, silhouetting the black and grey shape against the white patch of bedroom wall that served as the backdrop for this photo shoot.

"Okay...excellent...adjust that leash a bit, okay? Make it go past your dick..."

The wolf nodded, and even though his lips were covered by a latex muzzle, the eyes told the camera operator that he was smiling. He took a careful hold of the leather leash attached to a D-ring on the fine, softly padded leather collar around his neck, and made sure that the narrow leash would run across his toned chest and belly so that it was kind of resting against the base of his cock. The wolf's balls were tucked tight down with a shiny metal cockring that'd been slipped on before he grew his knot, which meant that both his thick shaft and his nuts were well-bound and pulled taut. The flash was bright enough to highlight the dribble of pre-cum from his tip and along the shaft, leaking copiously by now and excreting a heady scent into the bedroom.

"Alright...good...pose for me...pose for me, rubber pup..."

The wolf adjusted his elbows a little to give the best view of his arms, clad in long, snug latex gloves that went past his elbow and hugged tight onto the skin beneath his sleek fur.

"Okay...and stand on tiptoes..."

The wolf's toeclaws dug onto the carpet when he changed the pose once again. The latex socks, more like stockings, covered most of his legs and terminated in tightly squeezing cuffs that ended upon his thighs. The claws that touched the floor weren't real claws, simply molded, thick rubber that created a lovely imitation of them, and shone in the harsh light of the flash. The canine's posture added great tension onto his body, which made muscles pop out in a very pleasing manner.

He was a latex-dollied dream, anyway. The gloves, the stockings, with a six-point leather harness making a star pattern across his chest. A metal ring received the leather strips that lined his body, and snap hooks on the ends of the strips going vertically along his chest attached to the collar around his neck and the ring around his cock. The leather muzzle was intricate work, too, its straps around the neck and over the head as well. Leather cuffs about his wrists and ankles added to the well-appointed bondage effect of the gear covering much of his body while leaving many tantalizing sights bare for the eager view of the camera.

His ears and his tail flicked free, though, and signaled of excitement and arousal as much as the proudly burgeoning erection standing upright. His hard cock sprung from side to side when he moved, upon the instructions of his photographer.

Cody, his latex-covered paws holding the camera, wouldn't be bested when it came to dressing up. He wore leather boots, heavy, heady hide, with buckles about the ends. The black latex pants were more like chaps, with a buckled, studded belt about the waist that left both his rear and his crotch open and his sizeable erection free to poke up from his sheath. A narrow leather cock strap, with button studs for adjustment, pulled it tight and especially dark with all the blood engorging his shaft. The angry-looking erection was pointed at the target of his camera work, of course. His swimmer's body was adorned with a leather harness, and the cuffs around his wrists and the collar about his neck were of similarly well-finished quality as the gear his partner wore, now captured by the digital camera in so many hungry angles.

"Oh yes...that's the way to go...from the back now...turn around...keep your paws like that."

The wolf's paws were still behind his neck, but now he presented his rear for the view, as well as his slim, leather-adorned back. A strip of leather ran along his spine and terminated on a ring around his tail, but that still let his tail swing freely for a very nice, inviting effect when the camera concentrated on the posing lupine. The flash continued to go off rapidly at this sight, and the wolf was playing off to it as well, his body twisting and undulating into new positions that allowed his partner to photograph even further images of him dressed up in his finest.

"Oh that's great...keep that up...maybe glance at the camera and hold it...yes..."

The smiling eyes returned and lingered on the camera, giving a sultry look that was only accompanied by the sensual curve of his tail and the happy angles of his ears. With no words nor facial expressions besides the somewhat stern grin of the muzzle he wore, everything had to be translated through body language, in canine ways the otter with the camera had learned to know over time.

"Very good...good...yes...hold that...and maybe spread your cheeks a little...yeah..."

The camera snapped only a brief, tantalizing glimpse of the wolf's taint, the tail was hiked up enough to reveal the sights below and the latex-clad paws held the cheeks apart for the camera and the otter to observe the deeply dipping crevice and the pinkness within. He didn't hold it for very long, however, the otter had other instructions to give. The wolf stroked his paws over his hips in a slow, gentle pattern, and the camera flashed rapidly.

"Oh that's good...yeah...yeah...very good..."

The otter even had the mind to give his cock a rub before he returned both of his paws to the camera and took a few extra shots of the wolf's show. He could hear the lupine rumbling with pleasure, and found that as arousing as the rest of the display in front of him. Once he was done and decided that it was enough, the camera was put down to the nightstand, carefully, mindful of its value.

He approached the wolf, with a little smile over his lips. The wolf was gazing at him intently, paws on his side, looking at the otter. He was a marvelous sight, and the otter took his time, looking, wondering, rubbing his paws over the leather-cris-crossed chest and the muzzle.

"Such a pretty rubber pup..." the otter whispered.

His enshrouded fingers slid slowly along the strap that held the muzzle down along the wolf's cheek and found the neck furs there. The smile persisted on his lips. His fingers slid along the silky fur, the sensation damped by the latex about his pad, even when he curled his fingers about the strands of hair about his partner's neck. The other paw found the dangling leash and wrapped around it quite naturally while he kept his eyes at the wolf's.

"Time to show your place, boy," the otter grunted.

He twisted, and the furs were yanked hard. The wolf let out a surprised gasp of pain at the sensation, his furs being pulled and kept tight by the sharp angle of the otter's fingers.

"Come on, bitch."

He pulled on the leash and forced the wolf to stagger across the room and over to the bed in a few steps, partially dragged, partially pulled by his hair. The otter pushed hard enough to throw him on his belly on the bed. The wolf's ears flattened, the tail flailed, and the bedsprings squeaked loudly under the strain.

The otter jumped onto the bed and sprawled himself over the wolf in a rush. His knee pressed against the small of the wolf's back heavily, most of his weight on the grey male when the otter placed himself over his. He gripped the wolf's wrists and pushed his paws far away, his arms straightened while he huffed and licked against one sensitive ear. The wolf let out a little gasp at the feeling, the painful pressure on his back, his tail trapped between their bodies and brushing along the otter's chest. It even managed to tickle his nipples, occasionally, which only encouraged the otter to moan and then bite on the wolf's spit-wet ear.

"Yeah...gonna show you how a good pup behaves..." the otter crooned dirtily while he humped his hard cock against the wolf's tight rear. The bed rumbled some more, and the wolf, pinned under the otter, let out further sounds while he was held in a full body hold by the otter.

"You bet I will show you...show what happens to boys like you..."

He moved down along the wolf's body, backtracked on his knees while he approached the foot of the bed. He licked his way along the wolf's back, which made him moan and gasp. He followed the trail with his thumb, a harder pressure than the gentle slither of a tongue, terminating all the awy to the base of his tail. His fingers curled around it easily and gave it a quick pull.

"Humph!" the wolf gasped.

The otter had put his accessories down to the floor by the foot of the bed so that they'd be easily found when he needed to get his paws on them. He started by pushing the wolf's legs apart, so quickly that it sent twinges of discomfort through his thighs when they were suddenly and rapidly abducted to the side. The otter's breathing came in a low pant when he brought up the steel bar, painted in a tan black, with round, padded ends. He slapped the spreader bar down along the wolf's ankles and snapped the hooks dangling from the wolf's ankle cuffs onto the bar, forcing his legs apart for good and unable to be returned to their earlier relaxed pose.

"You like that huh?" the otter swatted the wolf's rump. "Like that? I know you do..."

He slapped again, a loose paw, making a proper hard smack when his fingers skid along the wolf's flesh. His moans and grunts became more intense, and louder, higher in pitch when the sensation intensified on his smarting, reddening skin under the dark fur.

"That's how it goes..."

He grabbed the second bar from by the bed and placed it on the head of the bed before he straddled the wolf. Knees hugged hard on the wolf's sides when he leaned over, cock poking at his neck, and grabbing those arms again. He squeezed hard on the wrists, almost hard enough to leave bruises under the rubber that enshrouded them, and pushed up to the limit over his head again.

"You ain't going anywhere...trapped rubber boy gonna be shown what happens..."

The wolf didn't react verbally to the rough words or the treatment, besides, rumbles when his wrists were equally snapped onto the recipient hooks on the bar. They left him spread-eagled on the bed, paws flat against the bed, his tail flicking somewhat anxiously while the otter moved again.

"And you think you could take it..." the otter sneered. He crouched down only enough to procure another item, "and you really think so..."

A loud sound cracked through the air and made both of their ears flick with its suddenness. The end of the thick leather whip slammed against the wood of the head of the bed and reverberated off its structure. It was a deliberate miss, only enough to make the wolf hear the harsh noise it made.

"I'm gonna show what it's really like to submit, wolf."

Now the whip made contact. It slapped diagonally across the wolf's back and made it tense up, a deep moan escaping from the wolf's throat.

"Yeah..." hissed the otter.

The leather whip rippled through the air and hit the wolf's buttocks. Now the tail truly jumped with surprise, but the next slap caught it too and while it made the wolf nearly howl into his leather muzzle, it also caused the tail to retreat onto a coil along his thigh.

"That's it..."

The otter's arm worked rapidly, and the leather coiling through the air caught the wolf's body over and over again. The skin became bruised and hot, twinging and itching with the otter punished the wolf in latex and leather, heat increasing between them with the rough treatment. The wolf squirmed as much as he could, but the bondage made it difficult. He could not avoid the hits of the thick leather whip the otter put on him time and time again. Its round edge caught him hard and sent air out of his lungs on each harsh, heavy hit. It was not a thin cat whip that licked on flesh, no, this was like a punch, tearing into his body.

"And that's only the beginning," the otter panted. He might not have done so much, physically, but sounded like he had run a mile. His cock was remarkably hard and oozed precum he casually wiped with his thumb from his cock tip and slurped into his muzzle.

The whip thumped onto the floor, as he approached the bed once more, breathing roughly.

"I know what boys like you like..."

There was a pop, a click and a 'sprooot', when he squeezed lube onto his fingers, rubbed them together and brought them promptly against the wolf's asshole. The muscled ring tensed at the sudden contact, but he had little choice on the matter. The otter busied his other paw by stroking and lightly swatting over the wolf's sore rump, still smarting from the numerous whacks of the whip the otter had put on use on his sub beforehand.

"I'm sure you wish I'd be pounding your hole right now, boy...but that's not going to happen..."

He jammed his finger onto the hole, squirming the tips to force them past the squeezing hole and into the tunnel beyond. The wolf's ears were flat and he let out a few moans at the sensation of the fingers starting to spread him open, but there was no conscious resistance to the digits poking around on him.

"Gonna make sure you're all filled up...not gonna forget this tight innocent little hole of yours..."

The otter didn't spend much time spreading the lubricant onto the wolf's hole. His paw was next wrapped around a sizeable butt plug, harshly black and rubbery, with that strange scent to it that all sex toys seemed to have at some point, at least. It soon glistened with a thick layer of the lube from the bottle, and the otter relished brandishing it while he used the fingers of his left paw to spread open the wolf's cheeks.

"Here it comes...ready or not."

The wolf's pink hole was spread wider than before, and had no choice but to swallow the thick plug, his ring stroking along its surface and getting more and more stretched. The tip poked against his prostate and made his cock jerk against the bedding even before the thickest part was finally past his anus and the rest of the toy slid in almost on its own, all the way until the blunt base made contact with the wolf's taint.

He was plugged up deep, and the otter commemorated this by giving several hard pokes on the base of the toy to send it plunging deeper into the wolf's spread pucker.

"There you go...a proper toy for my fuck toy..."

He stared at the toy moving a little with the contractions of the wolf's rump, and knew it was time to go on.

"Time to stand up, pup."

He pulled the wolf onto his paws, now standing up on a stiff posture with his legs and paws joined together with the metal bars. The otter had attached the slings to the hooks on the ceiling beforehand, which meant that he could attach the spreader bar to them with ease. The wolf stood there, breathing rapidly, surely from the intensity of his itching skin and his ass desperately trying to expel the toy that had been jammed deep into him. His ears flicked rapidly, and the otter spent a few moments stroking them, before he unbuckled the muzzle.

The wolf looked as breathless as he sounded. The otter stood close to him, nose to nose, and stroked slowly along his heated cheeks. They stared each other in the eye...and the wolf opened his maw to speak up.

"Not a word pup," the otter didn't push a tender fingertip against his lips but plundered his muzzle with his tongue instead, the kiss wet, deep and intimidating, fingers squeezing onto the flesh of the wolf's damp cheeks. His eyes widened a little but he had little choice on the matter, being kissed so deeply, his maw tasted by the eager tongue dampening his moans.

The otter stroked slowly, feeling the sweaty skin and fur and enjoying it.

"Good pup..."

He produced another gag, this time of the classic ball type, black with a hole in it for a hint of extra comfort. It was none the less quite the stretch, pulling the wolf's jaws apart when he stuffed the black, pliable rubber ball into the wolf's muzzle. He wasted no time in snapping the straps around the wolf's head to secure the gag in place, and even gave it a little yank for good emphasis, to show that it truly was in place. The wolf's breathing rattled through the hole, and spittle fell from it in thick drops.

"That looks good on you, boy. Let's get you down where you belong, now."

He adjusted the slings hanging from the ceiling and exerted only a little pressure on the wolf's shoulder to push him down to his knees. He only gave enough lease on the sling so that the wolf's paws remained held up over his head. He secured the mechanism on the sling and tugged on it to make sure it was closed and safe, and then stepped back to look at his sub.

The wolf was looking at him, too, up now, with spit hanging from his muzzle while he breathed rapidly, tail flaying about behind him. His cock was hard as ever, no signs of waning despite the painful treatment earlier, the pressure against his prostate or the cock ring certainly not making it any easier for him. He looked at the otter who observed him from a little distance away, dick hard and proud, tantalizing in its redness and its obvious need for release. The gagged wolf stared, and the otter smirked, enjoying the power he held over the wolf. The lupine's submission was shown obvious in his pose as much as in the fact that he was trussed up and in no position to issue complaints.

"Don't think you're ready yet..." the otter shook his head.

The wolf's ears gave a series of agitated flicks. The otter picked up the whip from the floor, his fingers caressing over the length of the heavy, thick, banded cord while looking at the submissive wolf, his eyes burning with lust.

"You know I'm just thinking of your best, pup..." the otter rattled, "have to push through...to get through where we both need to be...you know that dontcha..."

He stared down at the wolf, who nodded, very slowly, and his tail swished along the floor noisily. The intimidation had certainly not caused his erection to wane, by no means, the doggy cock was as hard as ever, dripping and knotty, a perfect specimen, really, enough to make any puckered butthole clench or a sex-hungry muzzle water up. It certainly attracted the otter's eyes.

"Pup's gonna get it good..."

He rotated the whip in his paw and prodded the wolf's erection with the sturdy handle. The wolf let out a ruff of surprise, especially once the round tip of the handle poked at his balls. His eyes were questioning, and the otter, upon seeing his inquisitive look, shook his head.

"Tsk tsk..."

He prodded, hard, and the wolf gurgled. The steel hooks keeping the cuffs on the spreader bar clicked on it to make a hollow sound, as the wolf struggled against his bondage.

"No, pup."

Another prod. The wolf let out a gasp, spittle flying out of the hole in his gag.

"No."

The otter was breathing heavily. He stepped away, to give himself enough room to swing the whip properly.

"Still got many things to learn, pup."

The leather cracked through the air and hit the wolf's arm and shoulder, smacked against the bar to create a din, made the wolf ruff in surprise and pain. Heat show up his arm from the spot that'd been battered by the force of the leather strap slapping onto it. The hooks in the ceiling rattled.

Again. The whip struck the wolf's hip and side. He moaned.

"Need...more..." the otter hissed.

He attacked in a series of quick swipes. The whip licked across the wolf's harnessed chest and his back, the long strip of leather hitting like a striking snake that coiled in and out after sinking its teeth on its prey. The otter commanded that snake with his wrist, his arm tense and moving in a jerking motion.

It was impossible for the wolf to stay still under such a battering. The instinct to flee kicked in and he started to squirm, trying to avoid the incessant slams of the whip on his body. He twisted from side to side. He shuffled on his knees as much as the slings holding the spreader bar in place would allow. Hew hung his head to prevent the leather from licking his face and leaving welts.

The otter wouldn't stop. He was simply gasping and grunting, staring at the spectacle of the squirming wolf. He was trying to avoid the hits but the otter knew that there was nothing he could do. He didn't even have to try to anticipate the moves to find better hits. He only had to keep going, and he knew that he would smack a thigh or turn an arm into a burning mess, fingers flexing as the pain shot up through the entire limb.

"You...just...need...this..." the otter spoke. It sounded like an incantation, akin to prayer when the hot, sweating male battered the one who was practically hanging by his arms from the spreader bar.

His groans were so quiet that for a while the otter stood still and wondered whether he'd gone too far. He stood there, the whip hanging limp from one paw while he looked at the wolf. He was breathing in shallow pants, not as heavy as the otter. The handle of the whip felt hot in his paw.

"E - eh..pup?" he whispered.

The wolf lifted his head, quietly, ears still flat, and looked over at the otter. Tears glistened in the eyes, but the look, the look spoke more than words could. His weight was on his arms and he leaned forward awkwardly, and his face was entirely matted with sweat.

The otter saw the eyes, and felt a surge in his cock, so hard and needing.

He had to have him.

"Now, pup - " the otter hissed, "look at me."

The wolf did look, he stared when the otter approached. The otter's warm, heated paws, shrouded in rich, expensive, pliant latex, unbuckled the bite gag that fell out of the wolf's muzzle in a rush of spittle and gasping air. He drew a deep breath, and blinked heavily, with the otter standing in front of him now.

"Say you want it, pup," the otter groaned.

"P-please..." the wolf whispered with lips numb from being pressed around the hard rubber of the gag.

He decided that was good enough. His fingers wrapped around the wolf's burning cheeks almost tenderly and lifted his muzzle up even further. The other paw took hold of the base of his erection and pushed towards the lips that had parted obediently, that huffed hot breath against his tip and made it twitch.

"Ahhhnhhhhh..."

He brushed the tip against the wolf lips, but he had enough presence of mind to carry on further still. He pulled away and tilted his shaft upwards instead, so that the wolf's lips kissed his balls instead. Warm breath caressed over them, and made him rumble. The wolf seemed to be whimpering again under the sensation of the otter's silky fur and skin stroking against his muzzle. The otter's nuts were heavy, bound with leather and seemed full, and musky. Their sweaty tang stuck easily to the wolf's fur, equally wet with sweat. Their scents mingled on his skin, and lingered in his nose with each breathe he took, worshipful of the otter's sac. The sheathed fingers moved the bound gonads over the wolf's lips and maw, teasing him whenever the tongue appeared by pulling them away and leaving him wanting...not about to give up the game just yet. His fingers caressed the wolf's cheeks, under his ears and over his ears, firm yet surprisingly thoughtful. It was such delicate skin, he knew, underneath that pelt.

It also got him extensively worked up, and he knew that there was very little he could do anymore, or he might simply spray the wolf's face with his load.

"You've got enough, now...now get your reward, pup..."

He pushed in, promptly, and once he was sliding over the wolf's tongue, grabbed the other cheek, fingers hooking under his jaw. He thrust in deep, pulled out, and again, sending his balls into a swing. They didn't quite smack the wolf's maw, considering he wasn't long-dicking into the wolf's throat, but the motion was there.

"There, p-pup..." the otter bit his lip, "take it..."

He face-fucked the wolf roughly.

He thrust, using the maw for his pleasure with rapid strokes. His tip punched the back of the wolf's throat and caused him to cough up copious amounts of saliva that soaked onto his face and the otter's groin, but there was very little actual gagging. He wasn't going that deep, after all, it didn't do much to him that way. He'd already conquered the wolf, whipped him into submission. He already had him. He smelled of him, and he was thrusting into him, taking his body and using it for himself. The wolf breathed in ragged gasps whenever the cock withdrew, or hissed quickly through his nose when there was a chance. His body was as much afire as it was before, seeping -

The otter's eyes were mostly closed, though occasionally he opened them so that he could look at the breathless submission in the wolf's own eyes.

It was good.

It was good enough that the wolf's muzzle seemed to be vibrating with his moans...and suddenly it intensified, with the air rushing over the otter's groin.

The wolf came.

He simply came.

The combination of the submissive pleasure of the cock pounding his muzzle and the thick buttplug pressing onto his prostate and massaging it whenever his body flexed were simply too much for the wolf's system to handle. His cock bounced, thick and tense flesh, and cum splurted off the tip and onto the otter's leg and the floor.

The otter marveled at the sight of that sign of utter submission. The wolf's cock spurted without being touched, simply from the pleasure of giving himself up completely to the otter.

He bit his teeth together and pulled himself out.

"H-here, p-pup..."

He stroked only a few times, and held himself tight about the base when his cock began to jerk its own load in thick globs all over the wolf's muzzle and into his open maw. His tongue hung out, wet and red and dripping spit, and it caught its own share of the otter's musky, pearly offering. The otter spurted, the waves of pleasure coming rapidly, encouraging him further on to mutter obscenities under his breath and to jerk his cock. He even dipped it into the wolf's maw to give him a little splash on the back of his muzzle before he pulled out again, head hung low, panting when the fires were finally starting to wane.

"Huh...fuck...ugh..." the otter muttered, "oh, damn..huh...damn..."

He sniffled, wiped his brow with his messy gloved paw, and took another deep breath.

"Damn you..." the otter smirked.

The wolf was panting still, too, and his tongue lolled out of his muzzle, stained with the otter's streaked cum. He was complete mess, really, hanging off his arms on the spreader paw, face coverd in cum and spit, his furs astray from the whipping before. His arms burned from the posture, and his entire body was sore from the hard, relentless smacking he'd received before.

"Wow...we really did it this time around..." the otter shook his head.

The wolf smiled, just a little, a weary one if ever.

"You wanna stay like that for a while or...?"

The wolf shook his head, softly.

"Okay, sure," the otter said.

Cody unsnapped the spreader bar holding the wolf's legs apart before he moved over to his paws, easily removing the hooks that kept the cuffs attached to the dark metal bar. The wolf could finally put his arms down, and rolled his shoulders when the tension could finally be relived.

"Ahhh..." he moaned in appreciation.

"Need to wash I think," the otter said.

"Y-yeah," the wolf rumbled.

"Come on," the otter smiled.

He helped his boyfriend up and they walked together into the ensuite bathroom, a nice little thing with a fluffy mat in front of the sink and a a well-appointed shower cabinet with integrated fur drying function. The otter kept his arms around the wolf who leaned onto him over the short trip into the bathroom.

"Does anywhere hurt in particular?" Cody asked.

"A bit everywhere," the wolf said.

The otter rubbed his head furs and gave him a one-armed squeeze.

"Let's get this stuff off you before we go into the shower, shall we?"

"Okay."

Wordlessly, and with slow care, he removed the wolf's latex and leather implements and put them over the top of the clothes hamper.

"You should sit down on the can for the tights...but I guess I should take the plug out first?"

"Yeah," the wolf smiled tiredly again, his tail quite stiff from the fact that any motion would cause the large plug in his rump to cause another throbbing pressure upon his prostate.

"Heh..."

The otter reached over and clasped the flared base.

"Bear down."

They worked together and the entire thing plopped out, still glistening with lubricant. The wolf let out a relieved sigh, and the otter dumped the plug onto the sink.

"Alright now?"

"Yep."

The wolf sat gingerly onto his butt on the closed lid of the toilet seat, which allowed the otter to remove the latex foot covers. they joined the pile on the hamper, where he was soon adding his own gear.

"Phew...we're really a mess this time around aren't we?"

"Yeah," the wolf said.

The otter frowned a little.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," the wolf smiled weakly," just still...kinda in the headspace...you know..."

"Oh, I know," the otter said. He finished with his gloves and his harness and moved over to the wolf, putting his arms around him. "Come'ere sweetheart..."

He helped the wolf up and gathered him into his arms and squeezed him firmly, nuzzling onto his sweaty, musky, naughtily-scented neck. The wolf seemed to shy from the touch a little, and that warranted another deep look at him.

"Hurting there?"

"A bit," he said.

The otter kissed the side of the wolf's neck softly.

"Sorry about that."

The wolf snuffled.

"it's alright," he said, "it's just... a bit painful now."

The otter brushed through the fur softly, careful not to cause too much extra discomfort. The wolf winced, but allowed the inspection. Cody could see that the skin was bruised beneath the fur, but he could not see blood or any signs of welting. That was good.

"It'll be fine," he said.

"I know," the wolf smiled softly.

He was led into the shower. Cody started the water, made sure that it was comfortably warm, not scorching hot which would only make the wolf feel worse with his bruises. The gentle warmth was just perfect, washing over their bodies, easing any aches and stresses that might persist. The otter remained close by, stroking paws over the wolf's body, even without soap or a sponge or other implement. He just liked touching him, whatever the way, and this kind of a gentle presence was one of his favorite things. The wolf was definitely enjoying the attention, easily allowing the caresses, rumbling a little and tilting his head from side to side to get the water on himself from all sides.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you're like that, Evan," the otter whispered into the wolf's ear.

The wolf chuckled softly, his tail swishing about now, wet and heavy so that it slipped against the otter's leg. Cody found it amusing.

"Thanks," said Evan.

"Really mean it," the otter hugged him gently from behind.

"Hmmm...thanks to you..."

"Wouldn't do it if you didn't enjoy it," Cody said.

"And you know I did..."

"You don't' always do what you did today..." Cody chuckled.

"Couldn't help it," Evan whispered shyly.

"I don't mind," Cody rubbed his webbed paw over the wolf's belly.

"I don't really see why you would," Evan chuckled.

"Heheh."

Cody kissed the back of the wolf's neck softly. He enjoyed the quiet activity for quite some time, eventually did find some shampoo and soaped both of them up. They shared the dryer, too, and wrapped each other in thick, oversized towels before moving to the bedroom. There was still some cleaning to be done there, what's with the bondage equipment lying around, but that could be done before. It was much nicer to curl up on the couch together, with the lights low, holding each other's paws while the TV showed nothing in particular, and they could feel the warmth of each other's bodies.

It was lovely.

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