Lessons in Otter Husbandry
Otter is subject to the debaucherous machinations of a warped wolf boyfriend. Yay.
Merry Christmas. This. Is. My. FEEEETTTTTTIIISSSSHHHH.
"Seriously, Toby?" Said Jake, tugging at the binds on his wrists. "You are one messed up pup."
"The addition of sedatives to his food allows easy restraint of the specimen to prevent harm to himself or the handler."
"Sedatives?" Jake's mind drifted back to the immaculately fried mackerel in white wine sauce, and the strawberries and cream for dessert. Certainly it had been good, and the wine had been expertly chosen to compliment each course. But nothing about the meal could have been said to have made him particularly sedate. Relaxed, maybe. And perhaps the alcohol was a little stronger than he'd been expecting. It had certainly warmed him up and... oh.
"So, you get your husbandry specimens drunk do you? That's how you have your wicked way with them." Jake tutted with mock anger.
"The specimen appears agitated." Came a nebulous response, "Likely due to the restraints and sensory deprivation."
"Gee, ya think." Jake retorted. "Who'd have thought convincing your boyfriend to strip and lie down naked on the bed, blindfolded, and tied up could leave them somewhat agitated - hooAOHH." A warm and gentle wolf paw had made itself known.
"The specimen can be easily calmed with therapeutic stroking." Toby narrated.
"Oh, I think I'm only getting more excited." Jake quipped.
"Well, part of you is." said Toby.
Toby had always been good with his paws, and now that he'd set about placating the helpless otter Jake was visibly melting to his touch.
"Once the specimen is calmed and sufficiently aroused, semen harvesting can begin."
Jake signed. Why did his boyfriend have to have this weird fetish? It wasn't just the restraints and blindfold that mystified. Those he understood. It was the fact that he had to be pretending to directing, like a documentary or something. Why had he even agreed to this again?
Oh, right.
Sex in Toby's fantasy scenarios tended to be the best. No, really. Da best.
"Before beginning the procedure, it is important to adequately prep the subject."
Something cold and slick probed at Jake's entrance, then slipped in with a quick but gentle thrust. Toby again demonstrated his enviable paw skills by setting about massaging Jake's prostate.
"Ohhh. The subject likes this. Jake likes this much, much." Jake whinned. He felt Toby's warm breath on his face.
"Husbandry specimens don't talk dear." Toby whispered instructionally. Though Jake could just picture his tail wagging frantically in excitement at the token rebellion.
"Well this one does- Ah." Suddenly a second finger made itself known. Forcefully, but not unpleasant. A moment to adjust and it even became most welcome, even.
"Not unless it's to squeak adorably and writhe in hedonistic delight." Toby clarified.
"Alright, alright I- SQUEAK." And there it was. That sound. That adorable, playful shrill that was the musical equivalent of naive innocence being lost to the machinations of a depraved puppetmaster (or at least it sounded like it did the first time said innocence was being lost).
Toby loved making him make that sound. He'd make it his ring tone if Jake hadn't very specifically forbid - what was that noise? The door?
"Toby, was that the door?" Jake asked.
"The specimen appears appropriately relaxed. Now as the subject is subdued was can now introduce the electrical stimulation to facilitate ejaculation."
...huh? Oh. Right. That.
"Do, do you really need to do that?"
"Otters are unable to be brought to orgasm without direct prostate stimulation."
"I'm going to disagree with you." "Come on. It won't hurt."
"It has electric in it's name and it goes up your butt. Somehow I'm not convinced."
"Too late. Beginning the procedure." Toby's fingers left him, strangely leaving Jake with an empty longing.
Soon however, they were replaced with something cold, smooth, and slick soon replaced them.
"You're really not joking are you? I'm not sure about this."
"Calm down. You'll be fine, I promise." said Toby
"You sure?" said Jake.
"I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure it was safe."
Well, what was a relationship without trust? Well...presumably it involved less bondage and surprise electrical stim- whoa!
It was a bit more girth than he'd be expecting. It took longer to acclimatise than with Toby's fingers, but soon adjustments came and Jake savoured the fuller feeling of the smooth metallic cylinder.
"We will start at about 20mA. Electrojaculation is expected to take place in about 2-3 cycles."
"Toby, I'm not sure I'm okay with-" and then all remaining protest died on the wind as several volts began applied the vengeful finger of God directly to his little otter prostate.
The sensation of the probe starting its ignoble work was intensely strange. You know when you wake up in the morning and stretch? There's this uncontrollably but liberating tension in the muscles as every one of the strains and spasms only for them to release incredibly relaxed.
It was sort of like that. Only localized to his ass and pelvis, sending his tail into rhythmic undulations. It was even a little frightening because he had no control over it. Like the tensing would never end and just keep building until his body tore itself apart. It was also hella good. The inevitable organsm was building on the horizong and about to crash with the crushing force of armageddon with or without a proper erection. The rocket for orgasm had been kicked into overdrive, being forced down the runway at record speed without its landing gear.
It felt good. But it tettered on the edge of pain.
Mercifully, cruelly, it ceased.
"God dammit, Toby." Jake panted. His erection rapidly filling out itself in a moment of reprieve. "Sick, sick, sick."
He felt paws on his ear, pressing not unkindly, but still firm. The whimper was as involuntary as the touch was unpredictable.
Toby was self-evidently not being civil about this. Jake felt the warmth of his breath beside him and then his whiskers tickling his ear. "You're one to talk. After the dirty little secret you've shared with me."
Jake grimaced.
"God dammit Tobs, don't throw that in my face!"
"Hey, I'm not judging. In fact I approve. I meant it when I told your Dad, 'I see where Jake gets his good looks and bod from."
"Yeah, but you didn't have to be that shameless. Anyway, I shared that with you in confidence."
"And I'm just saying that even in confidence, vilifying me for this is a bit like the pot calling the kettle black, alright?"
Jake sighed. Toby might have had a point. But he didn't like to admit it. Besides, if they were keeping score the fact that Jake's fetish was approved of by Toby really kind of meant he had that and this on his head. That was two to Jake's one, wasn't it?
A particularly hard squeeze of Jake's shaft coinciding with the start of another cycle of stimulation brought him back into the moment. And boy, now that his dick had filled out, a powerful moment it was. They only reason he would be able to describe this is pleasurable was the fact of the sheer intensity of the sensations made up for their relative brevity.
And brief it was.Jake's head was cradled, almost kindly, while another hand vigorously pumped. It took all of six, religion finding, seconds before Jake felt his cock spasm and writhe as Toby beat him off.
There, there little otter. I know that orgasm was painfully intense and you're about to be drier than a ship's biscuit, but it's almost over now. Such a brave boy. Let all that bad cum out. That's it.
Four ropes of semen erupted in five agonisingly sublime pulses. And then it was over. Toby was quick to pull the probe out of Jake, leaving him with an empty feeling that was somehow one of the saddest things in the world.
Jake didn't protest. He was a panting matted mess, with a front coated in sticky white goo. Verbal communication was currently beyond him. A pathetic little breeding specimen who contributed his solitary useful service, and was now a useless slab on the bed.
"As can be seen. Watching the probe being inserted and discharge inside a little otter till he cums, is cute as hell. Now that he's all tuckered out and docile we can safely remove his restraints and return him to his habitat."
Jake felt tugging on his wrist binds.
"God damn you, Tobs. That was insane." His wrists free, Jake sat up, but did not remove the blindfold. "So what now, stud? You gonna take my cum and use to make cute little otter girls pregnant? Hmm?"
There was warm breath on his face, and then a few tender licks across his nose and ear.
"Hmm. I'll consider. Having a little pod of tiny yous would be a sight to behold. However, I may or may not have better stock on hand. Besides, why don't we see what our audience thought of this milking."
What?
"I swear to God, Tobs if there is a camera-"
"No camera. This is a live audience screening."
Jake's ears went up and strained to hear. There it was. Breathing. Except it wasn't Toby's and it wasn't his.
Oh, God.
And then he ripped the blindfold off. Took in his surroundings. And then went scarlet and flushed at his kinky little audience. Just one audience member.
"Hi, Dad."