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Problems are always a relative thing, and some problems are worse than others, but there is always one constant in them: they have to be dealt with, and if they can't be, you're going to be stressed out.

Then, you have to deal with stress instead, and in some cases, that can be just as bad.

"Still can't believe I'm doing this..." came a quiet, timid voice, talking only to itself, in the middle of a brisk spring day. Slumped shoulders and a poor disposition were telltale signs of someone dealing with a rather serious problem, and for Rivard, it wasn't something that was easily able to get over.

Only weeks before, he'd gone through the tough and rigorous process of applying to every graduate school on his list, and despite his best efforts, he had to go through the equally difficult and painful task of opening rejection letter after rejection letter, leaving him in a downward spiral ever since the moment came to pass.

It would have been enough to break a lesser man permanently, but Rivard was a resilient otter...life had to go on, whether or not he wanted to deal with the rigors of it any longer. It only meant that he had to find a way past one of the worst weeks in his life, and while that wasn't an easy task by any stretch of the imagination, he was starting to think that he finally had a solution.

Gentle breezes were commonly found in spring, and they tussled Rivard's recently combed hair out of place, leaving errant strands of green to block his vision and create the illusion that he'd just rolled out of bed for the chance meeting. He still wasn't sure exactly where he was going, but with a smartphone in his paw, he was waiting to connect to the other end of a call that would give him all of the instructions he needed.

There was no simple greeting; no "hello" or "Who is this?" to be had. There was instead a much more stern, ominous question: "Are you sure this is something you want to do, Rivard?"

Given the uncertainty of the moment, it was an extremely loaded question, and Rivard could actually feel that same gravity pressing down on his mind with such vigor that his head actually felt a bit heavier. "I...I t-think it's something I want to do."

"I need confidence, Rivard. You can stumble over your words as much as you want once you've agreed, but until you do, I need absolute consent. No exceptions."

There was a strength to the voice on the other end of the phone that wasn't necessarily a testament to powerful muscles or a rugged personality. It was a strength forged in the wisdom of a man who had lived a full life, and knew exactly what he was looking for. If Rivard wasn't the right otter for the job, he had no problem in turning him away.

"...Yes. I want this. I'm sure of it."

"That's what I like to hear," the voice on the other end confirmed. "In that case, I'll tell you the address you're supposed to go to...but first, you have to do a few things for me. Now that you've verbally agreed to consent, you're not allowed to argue any orders I give...is that understood?"

It was an unusual prospect, at the very least. Rivard had been given a tip by a close friend to investigate a personal ad on Craigslist, and it led him to a phone number with a very gruff sounding man on the other end of the line. Now, without so much as ever having seen or met the fellow, Rivard was on a string, tied to the stranger's pinky, willing to do whatever he asked...even in a public place.

"What do you need me to do?" Rivard asked, a genuine confusion in his voice.

"Take off your shoes."

"...What?"

"No questions, Rivard. Just take them off."

An orange t-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of white sneakers made for a rather plain outfit for the green-haired otter, but removing even one of those pieces would be enough to catch the eye of an average passerby. Twisting his face up slightly, Rivard found a bench on the sidewalk and plopped his rump down, hugging his tail close to his body with a sense of nerves.

"You done yet? Time is of the essence, you know."

"I'm working on it!" Rivard yelled back, flustered and frustrated as his pawtips fumbled with the pristine, white laces of his sneakers. Sitting downtown on a bench, it wasn't necessarily unusual to see someone taking off or adjusting their shoes, but when Rivard slipped the second shoe free and left it by the edge of the bench, he started to get a couple looks. "There...I've got them off...now what?"

" Leave them. Start walking toward Walnut Street, and take a right when you come to Pine."

"B-but...those are really nice shoes! I just bought them!"

" Rivard..."

It was amazing just how domineering a voice could be, and Rivard could feel a warmth creeping into his cheeks as the voice came down on him with such a force that Rivard felt as though he'd been struck with a cane. There was something hypnotizing about the way that the sounds traveled over his sensitive ears...it made him feel as though he were a child being instructed by a parent, or perhaps, a lesser man being ordered around by his boss.

Whatever the sensation truly was, Rivard couldn't resist it, and he started walking down Walnut Street...barefoot. Much to his delight, he was only getting the occasional glance or glare, but by the time he made his way down to Pine, his footpaws were starting to ache a little from the unforgiving sidewalks, and the silence on the other end of the line was just a little bit awkward. Whoever the man was, he was patient above everything else, and he had no problem allowing Rivard to stew in his own thoughts as he crossed town.

"Getting a couple looks, Rivard?"

The voice was gentle and sudden enough this time that Rivard almost didn't register it right away. " Only a couple. I'm not sure I und-

"Take off your shirt, then."

Rivard blinked as he was cut off, and stood still in his tracks, tilting his head at the phone as if it were actually a person. "Why would I do that?"

"Because I told you to."

The intersection of Walnut Street and Pine Street was part of a very affluent area of downtown, where short towers and smaller buildings gave way to some of the nicest houses one could possibly imagine. They were all built in the 1900's, early enough that Victorian design was still influential, and though many of them had been torn down, there were still a few that remained, modernized for safety, and preserved for history.

To be seen shirtless in such an opulent area would actually raise some eyebrows, and yet, there was a softening in Rivard's expression as he hooked his pawtips under the hem of his shirt. There was an acceptance, not a reluctance in his eyes as he started to yank it up over his head, pausing only to move the phone out of the way.

Within moments, the shirt was nothing more than an orange puddle of fabric on the sidewalk, and the rustling that the mysterious man heard on the other end of the line was all he needed to know that Rivard was listening.

"Hmmm...your friend was right about you. You'll be perfect for me..."

Rivard was sure that he could hear a faint, but distinct purring on the other end of the line. His cheeks immediately flushed over at the sound, both comforting and chilling at the same time. "D-did...did you have any other orders?"

"I think I've proven my point, Rivard. Turn right on Pine Street, and then, take the next left onto Grove Avenue. You'll see a large, vibrant house of white with tan accents on the windows and doors just a few houses down...the front door will be open. Come inside the moment you get here, and we'll discuss the rest of our agreement."

Though he'd only been walking on aching footpaws before, Rivard didn't want to be hassled by any of the stuck up people that lived near his current location. With a renewed vigor, his legs picked up into a jog and he made a great pace for Grove Avenue, knowing that it wasn't too far. With less than a quarter mile to travel, Rivard picked up his pace, not wanting to keep this mysterious voice waiting, and thanks to the nervous excitement of meeting such a figure, he couldn't keep his heart from thumping rapidly in his chest...there was no way he could contain the giddy sensation of wonder that was nearly seeping from his skin.

Tiny beads of sweat were starting to bristle up in Rivard's fur as he ran past the first few houses on Grove Avenue; most of them were dark, brown or red, and very easy for him to rule out. The first house of white was easy to pick from the crowd, and Rivard nearly ran past it...he certainly would have if not for the tan accents that he saw on the window shutters.

It had to be the place, and his pace didn't change until the moment that he stopped at the front door. His chest heaved just slightly as he took a moment to catch his breath, and common sense and manners told him that he should knock on the door, but the domineering voice was still playing back in his head, like a record stuck on a loop: "Come inside the moment you get here."

Knocking might not have been the best idea after all, so Rivard set a paw on the doorknob and turned it. He could feel his arm shaking all the way through the motion, not from the jog over to the house, but the electric, jumpy nerves that he simply couldn't contain. Every inch of his skin, hidden by his smooth, thick brown fur, was ablaze with the enticing concept of who might be on the other side of that rather plain, white door.

Whatever fantasy Rivard created in his head couldn't hold a stick to the man that was sitting in a large, luxurious leather chair. The leather was a rich and succulent brown, reminiscent of milk chocolate, and stark against it was the darkest black fur that Rivard had ever seen.

"Dripping sweat, shirtless and all warmed up...I didn't ask for two of those things, Rivard, but I assure you, I'm not complaining."

It took a moment for Rivard to realize to close the door behind him, but he couldn't take his eyes off of the display in front of him. His eyes of icy blue couldn't tear themselves away from the thick, luscious fur of black that coated every inch of the panther's body, nor the way that his eyes shimmered through like globes of dazzling green, standing with such a contrast to the black that they almost appeared to be fake. Confidence brimmed from his appearance in ways that Rivard didn't know were possible in a man; his cheeky grin and narrowed brow were no surprise, but the crest of his chin, the relaxed, and yet powerful muscles that waited under his crystal blue robe, and the the way that he slumped back into his chair didn't look relaxed...somehow, all of it contributed to an air of absolute and utter confidence, and still stopped just short of arrogance.

Whoever this man was, he felt larger than life: he was too impressive to be real, and he was handsome to boot.

"...You're letting all of the warm air out, Rivard..."

Flushing so deeply that the panther might see it through Rivard's fur, the otter quickly spun around and shut the door, perhaps a little harder than he meant to. He turned back to face the stranger with a sheepish smile and put his paws behind his back, trying to look as presentable as possible without a shirt, and unconsciously did a wonderful job of showing off the slim profile of his abdomen and the smooth, flat muscles of his chest. Bringing a clawtip to his own muzzle, the panther absently chewed at the end of his own paw as he shamelessly admired Rivard, acting as though this display was what he was planning on all along.

It scared Rivard, just a little, to think that the man was every bit as intelligent as he was confident, to have planned such a move.

"Not much of a talker in person, are you, Rivard?" the panther asked, as he sat up a bit more properly in his chair. Rivard never took a moment to look past him and see the large, flat screen TV that was so massive, it was literally a part of the wall, or the way that the open concept living room flowed right into the dining room, and yet, was devoid of any other proper furniture. There was only the leather-bound chair, and a couple of other devices that most people wouldn't leave out in the open. "That's okay, though. I didn't bring you here today because of your linguistical skills."

"Then why did you bring me here?" Rivard asked, finally finding the courage to use his voice again, and speak his curiosity.

The panther chuckled just a little bit. He clearly had the ability to stand up from his chair, but didn't quite feel like it at the moment, for whatever reason. "Because both of us are in need of something, and I think that, in each other, we'll find what we're looking for...you can call me Julius, and for the next few hours, you're going to do whatever I say..."

Even if Rivard wanted to leave, and he easily could have, there was something truly domineering about the presence that Julius carried. There was strength in his words that gave Rivard an impression that he didn't want to find out just how strong Julius truly was, even if the black panther was clearly up in his years just a little bit. He wasn't wrinkled, and he hid his age very well, but just by the tone of his voice and the way he carried himself, it was clear that there was a decent age gap between the two.

"And...i-if I refuse?" Rivard managed to ask, though he couldn't keep from gulping in the next moment.

"The door is right behind you, and you're free to go," Julius offered. His appearance never changed: his grin was just as confident, his eyes just as piercing, and he didn't seem at all offended or angered by the question. "But you won't, Rivard...because that's who you are. You're going to stay, and since I know you're going to, you can start by giving my footpaws a quick rub while I enjoy one of my favorite programs."

The confidence was now full blown arrogance, and yet, Rivard knew that Julius was right. The otter felt as though his legs were frozen in a block of ice, unable to move even an inch...and the chills that ran up from them and into his spine were so really, he actually shivered for a moment before he could find the strength to move again. This man was dominant to the "t," and Rivard was as far away from that as he could physically be. Perhaps...that's how we'll end up getting along, Rivard thought, as he started to approach Julius for the first time. He was just a dom, looking for a sub...but...I was looking for a release of stress...

It was in knowing what Rivard wanted more than the otter himself that made Julius such an effective dominant, and though he had no footstool to kick his legs up on, Rivard would make a perfect substitute. It was without effort that Rivard dropped to his knees and took one of the large, powerful footpaws of the panther in his own paws, and just by feeling them, Rivard could feel his heart drop into his stomach. Age and wisdom created a strength about Julius that was thicker than air, and yet, nowhere to be seen...it had to be felt, and as delicate pawtips kneaded and worked into tired footpaws, Rivard could feel a strength so great that he actually wanted to experience everything that such dangerous paws could offer, even if it would end up being a bit painful.

"Oh, of course...how very silly of me. I simply can't have you servicing my paws like that..."

Rivard immediately stopped. "What...what's wrong?"

"Your outfit."

"What about it?"

"Part of it is still on you."

Once again, Rivard could feel warmth rushing to his face. When he was out in public, he only had to worry about subtle judgments from strangers that he would never see again, but now that he was on his knees in front of the very man he quested to meet, there was a new level of pressure to being seen entirely naked.

"It's my fault for not explaining, Rivard, that my servants are to always be in the nude...but that won't stop me from delivering a swift punishment if you don't quickly rectify this situation."

Just the promise of any sort of punishment was enough for Rivard to release Julius' paw and take a grip of his own jeans, quickly undoing his belt. There was a haste in his actions that actually seemed to displease Julius, but the panther only stayed relaxed and watched as Rivard managed to unzip his jeans and unbutton them, all while staying on his knees in front of his new master. His backside wiggled, and the long, thick rudder that was his tail stuck out straight and away from his body as the jeans started to slide down his thighs, revealing a rather skimpy pair of orange briefs underneath.

"Those too, Rivard..." Julius cut in, narrowing his eyes far more menacingly at the otter this time. Rivard could simply feel that glare upon his fur, and though he moved quickly, it couldn't hide the shaky, sloppy movements of his paws as they slipped into the confines of his briefs and started to force them down. From there, it was a matter of gently wiggling his thighs apart and moving the jeans and briefs over his knees...the moment itself was brimming with excitement, but it was hardly a professional performance.

Lucky for Rivard, that was exactly what Julius wanted: a shy rookie, someone who was truly submissive by nature, and wasn't practiced in doing exactly what he was told. Julius wanted there to be an air of hesitance and concern, and a feeling of uncertainty that could only come from such a random encounter. Even if Rivard hadn't been naked, the moment would have been electric for the unlikely pair...but with a nude otter before him, Julius had no problem drawing back the lap of his robe, allowing his feline member to grow freely in the open air as Rivard went back down to his knees. Julius could see the otter's cock hanging between his legs, not quite erect, but certainly not flaccid...there was just a thin layer of nerves keeping the otter from growing fully stiff, but Julius enjoyed getting to watch the flesh grow little by little as his own stood upright, the thin barbs around the tip looking deliciously enticing to Rivard as he went back to work.

"You have very skillful little pawpads, Rivard," Julius praised his new submissive, as he slumped further back in his chair. The panther took turns actually watching the television like he said he would, and looking back down to the otter, enjoying the way that Rivard was so entirely entranced by merely touching a set of feline footpaws. Each pawpad was given careful consideration and a delicate touch from Rivard's surprisingly talented pawtips, and occasionally, Rivard could feel Julius trying not to allow his legs to shake. "But I'm curious what you can do with your tongue...let me see it."

It was an odd request, but today had been a day full of those, and at this point, Rivard wasn't even fazed. He blinked for a moment to make sure he heard the question right, but nodding silently, he opened his maw and stuck the whole of his long, flat tongue out, allowing Julius to admire the thin, pink muscle, and the way that tiny drips of drool carelessly fell from the end of it to the ground.

"That will work just fine, I think," Julius admitted, as he made a gesture down to his footpaws. "Go on...put it to use."

Julius seemed to be a very clean beast, and the way that he kept his home would suggest he had a thing for hygiene, but Rivard was still hesitant as he leaned in and brushed the end of his muzzle against the underside of Julius' right footpaw. Up close, Rivard could smell subtle hints of blueberries and limestone, surely the remnants of Julius' body wash, and the mingled scents gave him a more comforting sensation as he finally opened his maw once again and brushed it right over a pawpad, swirling the flat of his warm, moist muscle upon the tired, calloused flesh.

In unison, Julius let out a groan of delight, and Rivard, a rumble of surprised content.

"That's the way, Rivard...are you e-entirely sure you haven't done this before?" Julius tried to ask, but there was a moment of stuttering in his voice as Rivard drew the slick, moist muscle of his tongue back down along the clean, tasty paw. A pleasant purr from Julius was echoed by Rivard, who could only let out a low and happy rumble as he kneaded one footpaw with his pawtips, and cleansed the other with his tongue. His eyes lidded over just slightly, but every few seconds, he couldn't help glancing up and watching as Julius' face was twisted and wracked with mild pleasure, one that a proper dominant would love to hide from his submissive.

It seemed Rivard was just finding all of the right spots, and Julius couldn't have that so early in the evening.

"You know, Rivard, I asked you a question..."

Rivard paused with his tongue for a moment, a tiny string of drool still stuck to his lips as he pulled back from Julius' footpaw and looked up at him. He could feel his ears wilting back as the domineering panther glared down at him, looking displeased in such a sense that Rivard was tempted to bolt for the door.

The submissive side of his heart, however, told him to stay, and he yelped in shock as Julius took a firm grip in the messy tangles of his bright, stark green hair.

"When I ask you a question, no matter what you're doing, you'd better answer me, Rivard...do you understand?"

There was only a silent nod from the otter, constituting his answer, but Julius didn't look satisfied.

"Unless your mouth is stuffed with something, I want a verbal reply, Rivard...I'm afraid you'll be needing a punishment, after all."

Rivard was already terrified for what was to come, but he didn't realize just how clever Julius was in his teaching tactics: they were very intuitive, only giving some of the rules to start with and allowing Rivard just enough freedom to make a mistake so he could learn more of the rules, and avoid mistakes in the future. It was clever indeed...but Rivard couldn't have been thinking about that as Julius knelt down by his side and pushed his head into the carpeted floor, forcing Rivard's ass high up into the air.

SMACK! A brutally powerful paw came down with a fierce stroke against Rivard's backside, firm enough to leave a gentle glow of soft red under the dark brown fur on his rump. Between Rivard's thighs, Julius could see the soft, sandy-tan underbelly of the otter creeping down over the light fuzz of his sack. It made for a perfect target, but Julius had mercy and rubbed the smooth palm of his paw over the same place he struck before, making Rivard shudder with a sensation that was more thrill than actual pain.

"Is this the first time someone's ever shown you the proper way to be punished?" Julius asked, his voice deceptively calm for the force of his paw. He continued rub it in small, gentle circles over the tender spot, lulling Rivard into a false sense of security before the paw lifted and sharply came down again, with twice the force. The sickening SMACK made Rivard flatten his ears to his head and dig his pawtips into the carpet, trying to do anything he could to dull the radiating sensation, but it spread from his rear and into the small of his lower back, nearly buckling his body.

The lesson was instantly effective, however, and without thought, Rivard barked back, "Y-yes! Nnngh... it is..."

"That's really too bad," Julius thought aloud. "All of this submissive talent going to waste for such a long time? It's downright criminal, and I simply won't stand for it."

Julius stood up from his knees, but like a well-trained submissive, Rivard didn't dare to move. He stayed put right where he was until he felt a single pawtip stroking the underside of his chin.

"You got me all hot and sweaty from having to spank you so hard," Julius said, a blatant lie, but one that he made up for with a quick wink. "Now you've got to come and bathe your master...and in turn, he'll bathe you..."

**

A man with the kind of wealth that Julius clearly had wouldn't surprise anyone with the size of his bathroom, but that didn't keep Rivard from dropping his jaw in shock when Julius lead him to it.

The floor appeared to be one solid slab of black and white marble, and everything in the room was decorated to match. The vanity and cabinets were all a dark onyx, the walls were tiled with a faux marbling of white and black tiles, and the shower had no doors: it was simply a walled off area of the bathroom, wide enough for at least six or seven people to stand it without even brushing up against each other. Faucets rained down from the ceiling and each of the walls, and Rivard had a silly thought that this trip would have been worth it, just for the chance to try such an amazing set up.

"As you might have guessed from licking my paws, I take very good care of myself, and hygiene is extremely important to me...so I spend a lot of time in here," Julius started to explain. There was even a small, white bench with cushions upon it in the bathroom, proof of the fact that he would occasionally just relax in the room with no other purpose than to be in it. "If you're going to become my regular submissive, I'll need to make sure that you're cleaned and inspected every single day, and if you fail to pass my inspection...well, I'll let your imagination run wild on that one."

It was a devious thing to do, as Rivard had quite the vivid imagination, and he couldn't begin to fathom the depths of punishment that Julius was capable of. He'd only shown the tip of the iceberg to him, but even in the bathroom, Rivard could see hooks on the wall that were clearly intended for cuffs and harnesses, and one thing in particular caught his eye: a bright, shining case of metal sitting on the large, smooth counter by the vanity.

Julius didn't overlook that interest. "I see you've taken a notice to your new cage, Rivard..."

"C-cage...?" he asked, stumbling right over his words as Julius stepped behind the walled-off shower and turned the water on, almost immediately drawing billows of steam into the air.

"Yes, cage. I'm a very greedy man, Rivard, and I can't have you fraternizing with other boys and inferior dominants...I need to make sure that you save everything you've got for me, and given how easily you came to me, I think I made the right choice, investing in that model..."

There was a hole at the end of the cage, but it was one that a needle could scarcely fit through, making it clear to Rivard that even going to the bathroom was going to be an issue while wearing it. There was a small clip on the back that was clearly meant to lock around his sack, and he gulped just at the thought of how tightly it would strangle around the sensitive orbs, keeping him from a proper climax, even if someone were inclined to tease him to it. An intricate series of locks on the underside would make it nearly impossible to sneak out of...

...And in all of his admiring it, Rivard took his eyes off of Julius long enough for the stealthy panther to sneak up behind him and force his body up against the vanity. "If you're so very entranced by it...why don't you just put it on, Rivard?" he asked, an obviously rhetorical question as Julius reached around the pinned otter and grabbed the cage in one paw, while gripping Rivard's manhood from behind in the other. "I'll help, of course...I can't trust you to actually put all of the locks into place!"

The bathroom was naturally warm and starting to fill with steam, but even in the clouds of expansive warmth, Rivard shivered from the chill of cold steel against his warm member. He was slightly engorged, but not so much that Julius couldn't sneak the cage over his length before it grew out of control, and with a quiet klink, the bottom half of the cage closed into place around Rivard's taut, tense sack. The otter squealed in discomfort as his body continued to try and rush blood to both spots, and he couldn't deny just how aroused he was by the whole situation, but there was nowhere for the vital essence to go, forcing it back into his body and making his flesh throb against the tight confines of the cage. It was past uncomfortable, and bordered on downright painful as the skillful, devious Julius rubbed his pawtips over the back of Rivard's sack, teasing it into drawing even more precious blood to itself.

"It's like I'm stroking a pair of steel orbs..." he mused, letting his pawtips brush back and forth over Rivard's sensitive, ticklish sack. "Such a shame they won't be getting emptied anytime soon...and if you don't shape up your act, I might never empty them again!"

There was another distinct, powerful SMACK on Rivard's backside, one that made him buck against the vanity with such force that it shook the cabinets. "Now...get that tight little ass in the shower and wait for me, on your knees...I've got a very special shower planned for you..."

Rivard bit his lower lip to deal with the sensations rushing through his backside, but it wasn't just pain...there was something so much more satisfying underneath all of it, like a thrill that he'd been seeking in his life. "Yes...yes, master," Rivard replied, and though he'd never been instructed to say the honorific, Julius nodded in approval. His techniques were working, and without another word, Rivard sauntered his way to the massive shower, making sure to lift his tail just enough to entice Julius to follow.

Down on his knees and being bathed with steamy water from all directions, Rivard tried not to immerse himself in a personal fantasy, though he didn't know how close he was to having it come true, right before his very eyes...even when Julius entered the shower, grasping his thick, feline manhood by the wide base.

"You're learning fast, Rivard, and you're a fantastic listener. It's a shame I'll have to start making up reasons to punish you before too long," Julius complained, though he snickered as he did. "Of course, I don't think you really disliked my punishments, thus far...I'd wager that you liked them. Am I wrong, Rivard?"

Rivard wasn't sure that he wanted to admit how much he enjoyed the spanking, just yet. He wasn't sure that he wanted to tell Julius just how thrilling it was to feel those powerful paws upon his firm rump, or to feel the hot, steamy water pouring over the sore spot on his backside, re-igniting the sensations of delightful pain in his rear end.

He didn't have the choice of waiting, however. Whether he told the truth or lied, he didn't have the luxury to wait.

"Y-yes...I did..."

"That's not a good enough answer this time," Julius replied, nearly cutting off the weak, timid response. "I don't want a simple yes or no...did you like it when you felt my paw smacking your ass?"

A whirlwind of sensations was making it hard for Rivard to focus. The shower was comforting and relaxing, and yet, there was the sting of the water upon his ass. Julius had a somehow comforting grin upon his face, and yet, Rivard could barely see it over the powerful, thick member that hung out only inches from his face. Just coming up with a proper answer was tough, but Rivard knew he had to find a way.

He simply focused on one sensation, and nearly jumped forward as he could imagine those paws coming down upon his rump with a vengeance.

"It felt amazing, Julius...I...I want you do it again," Rivard finally admitted, his lower lip trembling just slightly as he kept his ears flat, not daring to look anything but submissive in the presence of the domineering panther.

"That's exactly why I'm not going to," Julius said, chuckling quietly at the immediate dropping of Rivard's jaw from the answer. "If you give a submissive everything they want from the start, they'll become unruly before too long, and you'll have to cut them loose...you're all mine, Rivard, and I'm not going to let anyone else have you, if I can help it...even if it means I have to mark you with my scent, I promise that no one else will have you..."

It wasn't exactly clear to Rivard just what Julius was talking about, but he started to get a clue as the tall, domineering panther finally released the base of his manhood, allowing it to hang just slightly, not quite as erect as it was before. He'd been biding his time, though for what, Rivard wasn't sure until Julius made a hooking gesture at the otter with a single pawtip.

"Come on, then. Give it a taste. You've been eyeballing it since you walked in my front door..."

There had been a sense of shame for Rivard in admiring the impressive, feline cock, but now that they were naked in a shower together, that shame was melting away, and there was nothing to stop him from leaning forth and opening his muzzle. The very tip of his tongue came into contact with the underside of Julius' cock, acting like a pillow to cradle the heavy, barbed head, and immediately, he felt something more upon the flat muscle...it wasn't the barbs, or the texture they held, nor the warmth that was inherent in a sexual organ. It was something fluid, and it was already drizzling down the sides of his cheeks when he came to realize what it was.

"Don't even think about pulling away, Rivard...you'll drink every drop if you're serious about staying in this..."

There was a shyness in the depths of Rivard's icy blues that Julius could see right through: Rivard was bashful, but that didn't mean he didn't want to do this...he was actually dying to try it, and without a further warning, he sealed his upper lip around the tip of the cock and took it further into his muzzle, slowly closing his eyes and letting out a muffled groan of delight as Julius peed right into his maw and straight down his throat. With nowhere else to go, Rivard gulped his throat around the salty, tangy fluid and swallowed it right down, drinking it with all of the same gumption that he would a bubbly champagne. He allowed his maw to fill each time, a full four times, before he finally drank Julius dry, and a long, drawn sigh of content from above finally signaled that the panther was empty...but that didn't mean he was finished.

"Now...get it hard again, because I've been saving this for you all day, as well...I'm a fan of a big finish, Rivard, and that means I'm rather skilled at teasing myself to the brink...if your tongue is half as skilled as I think, you'll be drowning again in seconds..."

Rivard had no idea that the dominant panther was into building up his own orgasms, and Julius looked terribly relaxed the whole day so far, given that he was teetering on the edge of an orgasm...but Rivard was past the point of wonder. His member was throbbing within the confines of an unbreakable cage, his rump was still sore and starting to tingle, his tummy was full of tasty, feline urine, and there would be nothing to stop him from adding a thin layer of kitten's cum to the top of that sexual pyramid.

This was one of the rare times that Julius would allow Rivard not to reply. It was rude to talk with a mouthful, after all, and Julius didn't need to hear Rivard replying in the affirmative to know that he was going to happily drink from the tap once again.

He only needed to feel the otter suckling tightly upon the tip of his feline manhood, and swirling the end of his tongue through each of the small, thin, tantalizing barbs at the end. Just like that, blood was rushing to his groin once more and his thick, impressive member was starting to grow, and like the oral natural that he was, Rivard lifted his head little by little as the cock continued to stand more erect. The feeling of the smooth, vein-riddled flesh of the shaft throbbing against Rivard's tongue was a delight greater than he could have imagined, and as he lowered his neck and throat onto the middle, he could feel the barbs tickling and teasing at the back of his throat, without Julius so much as needing to lift a pawtip.

When Rivard looked up, flashed a wink and gored himself on the impressive cock, pressing his muzzle against the crotch of his new master and taking the entirety of his manhood all the way into his throat, Julius watched the last of his doubts disappear into a submissive otter. This one was a keeper, and though he was the one in control, he'd do whatever it took to keep Rivard by his side.

So you really want my cum that badly, little otter? he thought, as he bit down on his lower lip and glared at Rivard, almost frustrated with him for bringing him back to the edge so fast, You'll get all of that and more...

The whole of Julius was stiff and pulsing in the warm, comforting confines of Rivard's muzzle, and finally, the otter could feel the thing that he wanted most of all, spreading out across his tongue in a slow ooze, followed by a rapid, violent burst. Thick, creamy cum spilled onto Rivard's tongue and smeared his teeth before spraying clean to the back of his throat and right down into his gullet, as powerful volleys of warm, tasty seed painted the inside of the otter's maw. Wincing his eyes shut tightly once again and doing his best not to choke, Rivard kept a tight hold on the cock purely with his mouth, refusing to let a single drop go to waste, and doing his best to keep Julius from escaping his clutches. He wanted to prove his dedication to his new master one last time, and he couldn't think of a better way.

As Julius gripped Rivard by the shoulder, holding onto him for balance and trying not to let his knees buckle, the pleasure that contorted his face made it clear that he agreed. "T-that's it...nnnnyes... drink it all up, you submissive little slut...swallow all of my f-fucking cum! Yes!" he cried out, his voice turning near to a roar that echoed upon the solid, soundproofed walls of the opulent bathroom. The steam surrounding the pair created the illusion that not only were they the only two people in the house, but, in a way, it felt like they were the only two people in the city, sharing one of the most intimate moments that they could imagine, one that they'd both been desperately seeking.

Rivard was nearly gagging on the impressive yield of the black panther as Julius finally gripped his cock by the base again and pulled it away. Amazingly enough, the otter managed to keep all of the mess in his maw and swallow it all down, but not content with how clean he was, Julius gently smacked the head and shaft of his cock against the smooth, delicate fur of the otter's cheek and rubbed it in, making sure that the last, tiny spurts of his cum were left to stain Rivard's skin underneath. He wanted to see just how cute the innocent, wide-eyed otter could look with a little mess on his lips and cheeks...and it was far beyond what he'd been expecting.

"...Forget what I said about getting clean, Rivard. You're staying just like that for the rest of the night."

**

There was still a bright flush in Rivard's cheeks, and his ears were still pinned flat to his head as he started to near his own residence. He could still feel a burning in his rump from where it had been so perfectly struck, and he could still smell the delightfully masculine seed of Julius, dried up in the fur on his cheek.

If he needed one more reminder of the way that the black panther treated him, he had it in the form of a tiny, skimpy pair of shorts, the only clothes that he was allowed to walk home in; ones that did nothing to hide the bulge of his cage from the world.

Julius clearly didn't care much for subtlety, and truth be told, though he was terribly shy about it, there was a wonderful thrill to be had in knowing that anyone who dared to glance down at his junk would see that it had been claimed.

As Rivard finally made it home, he barely had the energy to make it up to his own bed, but the moment he saw it, he collapsed into the sheets and covers, making a mess of them and almost instantly falling asleep. Julius had worn him out rather effectively, and he was more than happy to sleep easily for once...focusing on the pleasures of the present day, rather than the worries, stress and torment of the weeks past.

He was so out of it that he didn't hear his phone ringing, and the message that was left for him to be had in the morning. "Rivard...you know who this is. I hope that you made it home safe and sound. I'll be needing you to come over, first thing in the morning for an inspection...I made sure to leave a little mess on you before you left so I knew you wouldn't pass. Don't you dare try and wash that mess off of your cheek, my little otter...I've got much more interesting ways to help you take care of it."