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One might do crazy things when repressed. Noel thought as much. It’d been two years since he moved into his apartment, into this new city where he knew no one. Two years of watching his hopes to break out of his shell fall apart as scheduling and his own cowardice hampered attempts to socialize. Two years of a low simmer reaching its boiling point.

In some ways it was doomed to happen. The otter was never a social butterfly. He was more of a nervous moth, attracted to his own hobbies and interests like a light source. He wouldn’t talk to people beyond basic small talk, of which he found taxing unless it was a subject he had great interest for. Combined that with how he was raised to not butt into conversations, the otter had a reflexive need to be invited to things. It all mixed into a bitter stew of social stagnation.

That’s not to say he knew no one. His night job in security had him meet interesting people, though the vast majority he met seemed to be going through their worst days and all he had to protect himself with was a thick flashlight. Tasers weren’t in the company budget, nor his when he saw the price. His coworkers were friendly, if only in the manner of tearing each other down and laughing it off was considered friendly. He’d get a few jibes in but stay silent, not in the mood to indulge in the masochism of masculine friendship.

Then there was his next-door neighbor. A cute bunny named Aidyn. They were a foot shorter than Noel, even with the heels, yet that height difference didn’t seem to matter whenever they talked. Something about Aidyn just made Noel want to look up at the bunny, even if it was on his knees.

The first time Noel saw them he thought he was next door to a cute goth chick. The black bangs, the eyeshadow, the nose ring, and the way they rocked that skirt. Aidyn cleared that up quickly when he spoke, revealing something to Noel that the otter hadn’t quite approached until then. Because they worked nights the two of them often shared elevator rides back up to their apartments. But whereas Noel’s uniform made it obvious what he did, Aidyn’s attire seemed to paint a picture Noel didn’t want to form out of politeness. It wasn’t until a year in he finally asked what the bunny did for a living.

“I work as a domme for a club,” he said without a pause.

Noel blinked. “A what?” He’d never heard of a domme. Was it French? Aidyn looked like someone who’d whisper sweet nothings in French whilst straddling you.

The bunny boy smiled so sweetly it was almost sinister, “A dominatrix. You’re not going to arrest me for sex work, are you, officer?”

“I’m not a cop,” Noel said, holding his hands up to mean no offense.

Aidyn snickered, “I know, honey. That’s why I’m telling you. Feel free to stop by sometime, you look like you could use a visit.”

The card, sleek and black, had a single red dot in the middle with its title designed to act as lips around it as though gagged. Paradise Found. Noel had taken it with hesitancy, stating he’d look into it later. Later, as it turned out, was immediately after closing his door when he almost lunged for his laptop. The resounding crash had to have been noticeable for Aidyn. Rabbit ears weren’t for show.

Noel knew about bondage. Well, he knew of bondage. His occasional dives into porn had some showings of leather and latex in the galleries, but they were never the main focus. Paradise Found being a BDSM club would have turned him away if not for Aidyn offering the card. His repressed nature pushed him away from the acts displayed on screen. After all, logically it didn’t make sense to enjoy being tied up, or to be hurt, or to be humiliated by someone else. If not for who handed him the card, Noel would have logged off to find something more appropriate, leaving with only the lingering thought of what he truly desired that’d haunt him like a cold whisper for years to come. But Aidyn had given him the card. Aidyn worked at the club. Aidyn appeared on screen with a tight corset over his lithe form, with long latex gloves, thigh-high high-heeled boots, and a look of disdain that invited its victim to prostrate themselves before the rabbit’s judgement.

Master Hopps was Aidyn’s title. Noel gulped, feeling his cock strain as he browsed through the rabbit’s gallery. Aidyn had an impressively wide range of styles, from the classical femdom, the lithe leather daddy, the harnessed twink that showed off his chest, and even a section where he was gimped up and servicing others.

Hours were spent browsing. His dick was raw by the end of it. A sense of shame crept up to strangle the otter, but was stopped by a newfound sense of understanding. He wanted what was being implied in the pictures. He wanted Aidyn to be the one to do it. That want deflated when he saw how much the bunny charged per hour. Two weeks’ worth of his paycheck would barely cover it.

Since then he’d brushed off Aidyn’s questions on his thoughts. He wanted to give them, but the otter couldn’t assure himself that he’d do it without coming off as pathetic or whiny to the rabbit. So he lied, saying he’d forgotten about the card or lost it. His neighbor always had a spare, leaving Noel with a scattered pile of them as the first thing he saw inside his apartment. A reminder of his failings, his cowardice.

He started saving. Through trial and error, he learned to measure himself and compare it to women’s sizes to better learn which kinky gear he could get. As his tastes grew more defined, his cowardice waned. Not enough to confront Aidyn, but enough to learn which hours of the night he was least likely to see people in the hallways. That his old building had no cameras in the floors, just the elevators and they were dummies not connected to anything. A safety violation for everyone else, but a potential playground for what he had in mind.

The first nights were nerve wracking. Naked under a trenchcoat he bought with cash from a second-hand clothing store, Noel walked through his apartment floor. A week of that made him realize that doing this with his face uncovered was too risky, and a simple medical mask wouldn’t be enough. So he stopped, then started again when the urge was too great, having bought a puppy dog leather hood to hide his identity on the evening strolls.

He changed his outfit as he grew bolder. First, he stripped off his jacket, strolling through the halls with nothing but his mask, his sneakers, and a ragging stiffy. Then he traded out his sneakers for heels, taking a month to adjust to walking distances in them. Not long after that he added a corset, latex leggings, and opera gloves to the mix. The final piece, the greatest piece, was the black leather collar. It was cheap, something ordered off of Temu, but with it he could imagine someone else was in the picture. That these little walks were not empowered by him or him alone, but by his master. His small, bunny eared, master.

There were no rumors about his jaunts. No whispers or gossip about a tan otter pervert walking down the halls in the early hours of the morning. Just as well, he’d stop if there were. No need to risk being kicked out of his home for antics he very much shouldn’t be doing. But while he knew no one would walk the halls late at night, there was one part he couldn’t predict. The elevator.

While no one was around on his floor on his days off in the morning, there was always someone riding the elevator. He didn’t know the inner workings of people on other floors. It could have been the custodian that happens to skip his floor, someone that works a nightshift getting home, or someone just starting their day on some ungodly schedule. The options were endless, and some disgusting degenerate pervert inside Noel had the otter standing before the elevator, legs spread and arms behind his head, exposing everything before it. Even knowing that if someone caught him, if someone saw his erect cock open in the hall, it’d be over for him.

It was on one night like any other. Noel had plenty of sick days to waste one or two on stress relief. He’d dressed himself, growing a half-chub midway through the process which he proceeded to pump to mass. One last look at his outfit in the reflection of his mirror, and one more appreciation of how the hips popped out his ass, and the otter set out. He held his arms behind his head whilst waltzing through the well-known corridors of his apartment complex, like it was nothing more than a walkway for an unseen audience. He ended up at the elevator, assuming his exposure stance. There is cock twitched with every ping made by the machine, his eyes watching the numbers light up at their corresponding floor. His heartbeat pounded faster with each ping closer to his floor. It would pass, just like it always did.

His floor was the third. He bit his lips at the beep of the first floor. His eyes widened at the signal of the second. His cock twitched at the ring of the third. His heart dropped when the doors opened.

From between the two metal walls sliding away revealed a gray bunny in a leather jacket and plaid skirt, eyes downward on a smartphone in his hands whilst his face covered by a surgical mask, the kind Aidyn wore after difficult days so he didn’t let people see his face and feel concerned that he did not smile. He took two steps out of the elevator before tilting his head up, as though long forgotten instincts fired up to tell him something was amiss. Noel, whose inner world had become roiled with fear and silent screams that he should run, stood still before his next-door neighbor, covered in a way that made him less than naked to anyone laying their eyes upon him.

Seconds that felt like eons passed through their locked eyes. Noel twisted to run. Aidyn lunged at him with a gleam in his gaze, tackling the otter to the floor. “Shh,” the rabbit whispered, hand over the spot where the otter’s puppy hood covered his mouth. Noel did not scream. He had the strength to tear the shorter rabbit off of him and did the best he could to keep her nervous energy from exploding at the seams. Aidyn stared at him like he was looking for something, speaking when he found it. “My apartment. Now.”

Their apartments were down the hall past a few turns, leaving the otter to be led by his hand to the small bunny’s abode. Two sides of his mind warred with the image. One which claimed that this was far too embarrassing to live down, the other wishing it was not a hand he was being led by.

Having never been in Aidyn’s apartment he was surprised to find it to be messy. Not in the sense that the rabbit didn’t clean, more that he was eager to use furniture as extra space for discarded jackets or laundry. He figured it better to focus on that rather than being in the same room with his crush whilst naked as Aidyn got a drink. “Ice or no ice?” When Noel didn’t answer, the rabbit peered at him and asked, “You’re not gagged under there, are you?”

“N-No,” Noel said, shaking his head. “I-Ice is fine.”

Aidyn scooped ice out from the freezer. “So…you’ve been doing this for a while?”

“Maybe. What implies that?”

Aidyn stared at him, his brow raised to hammer home the ‘Are you serious’ look on his face. “Normally flashers start with a trenchcoat. Not…whatever it is you’re doing.”

Noel took the offered glass of icewater like a child in the midst of being disciplined, “Not a flasher,” he said, staring at the floor. Aidyn’s boots were there, much better quality than anything Noel considered getting. Black leather boots that seemed fitting for kicking crotches. “No one was supposed to see.”

“How’s that work? You walked around the apartment in…” Aidyn waved a finger over all of Noel, “How’s no one supposed to notice?”

“No one gets up at this time,” Noel said, “I know. I made notes.”

Rather than cringe at the stalkerish habits, Aidyn just smirked at the otter’s discomfort. “I’m here.”

“Well, you’re supposed to be working,” Noel deflected, “What happened with that?”

The rabbit’s soft smile drifted as he shirked his gaze. “Client flaked,” he said, following with a deflated sigh before continuing, “It ain’t the first time. Sometimes a guy hires a femboy dom only to get post-nut clarity at the last minute. Sometimes they’re just too afraid to cross the line. Didn’t feel like hanging around hoping another would fill my slot so I just headed home.”

The disappointment in his tone was clear. Noel couldn’t understand why someone would avoid a session with Aidyn. The bunny was cute, funny in private moments, and had an aura about him if those pictures were anything to go by. “H-His loss,” he said, taking a sip from his cup after removing his hood. “Hope it doesn’t happen often.”

“It wanes,” Aidyn said, “Plenty of the ladies in the club get more consistent clients. It’s half the reason I also do sub work.”

“Half?”

Aidyn blushed, curling a finger through his dark bangs, “Well, I don’t mind it for the right client.” He eyed Noel, and Noel immediately knew from that look that he wasn’t that kind of client. That did not rob the hunger off the rabbit’s glare. “Cute hood,” he said, pointing to the leather puppy mask in Noel’s hands. “Is it a knockoff?”

“This?” Noel held it up, “N-No. I, um, wanted to get something that would last so I got it from a real leather storefront. Had to measure my head and everything.”

“No shit?” Aidyn said, impressed. “I didn’t know you were into puppy play.”

“One of many things,” Noel said off-hand. It wasn’t a lure. Aidyn took it as one, inching closer with interest.

“And what are these many things you’re into?” The bunny asked, “Aside from flashing random strangers and…are those heels?” He squinted, “Are those 5-inch heels?”

Noel nodded, “Yeah…they kind of hurt at first but I got used to them.”

“Used to them? You’re telling me you kept up with me in five-inch heels and didn’t complain?”

“People can run in heels.”

“Most guys aren’t that committed. I’m honestly impressed.” Aidyn’s praise made Noel’s cock twitch. Since he’d been dragged into the apartment the otter’s cock had softened to half-mass. It’d have softened completely were it not for the bunny’s attire and his feelings for his neighbor. His praise brought it up, urging the dick to slowly rise. Aidyn noticed this, smiled, and inched so close that Noel could smell his fruity perfume. A gloved finger ran along Noel’s pecs, stopping at the corset. “You know…outside of the whole surprise, this isn’t a bad look for you. You’ve got some…taste.”

“T-Thanks,” Noel said, feeling his back against the wall. If what was happening was happening, he wasn’t sure whether to press forward or run. Aidyn read him like a book and asked him to figuratively open up. Noel started talking, explaining his reasoning behind each article of clothing, the kinks he hadn’t tried, and his start for them. Much of them circled back to Aidyn, who seemed shocked yet pleased to be the source of his neighbor’s kinky corruption.

The rabbit whistled in that way one did when impressed. “That’s quite the collection of kinks,” he said. Noel noticed the rabbit had taken to a more…exposive lounging look against the countertop, one where he spread his legs just enough that the short skirt was a temptation. “You know, you didn’t have to do this whole flasher thing. You could have just asked me to help you with some of those kinks.”

Noel’s ears twitched as if realigning to hear properly. He gulped, eyes wide. Laughing off his anxieties, the otter shook his head like he’d been told a bad joke. “No offense, but your prices at the club are way out of my budget.”

“True,” Aidyn nodded, “But we’re not at the club, are we?”

“I don’t see how…” He realized it then. The way Aidyn looked at him, how the rabbit listened, and his approach back in the elevator. He wasn’t disturbed by Noel at all. Quite the opposite in fact.

Aidyn smiled when he saw Noel put the puzzle pieces together, “I mean, I could be convinced to give you some special attention, but there would be some ground rules.”

The otter gulped down his fear, “Like what?”

“Well, for starters it’s not up to you what we do,” Aidyn said, stripping off his leather jacket to reveal the corset hidden underneath. “Paying clients get to be choosy with what they want. If we’re doing this, we do what I want. That’s not to say I won’t do what you like, we’ve got plenty of overlap, but I don’t want you demanding anything from me.”

“I’d be fine with that,” Noel said. Aidyn’s finger trailed along the otter’s fur, leaving a trail of goosebumps threatening to burst. “W-What else?” He asked, worried his cock might burst here and now if not careful.

The rabbit gently held Noel by his head, urging him down to eye level. His lips braced the otter’s ears, carrying a whisper so close he could feel the wetness on his breath. “Tell me, why me? Why, out of all the other professionals, do I make you hard?”

“Y-You’re cute,” Noel said after a pause, “Cute in a mysterious way. Like, you know it. No, not cute. You make me feel…feel like I want to kiss you but I know you won’t allow it. Not on the lips.”

“No, not on the lips,” Aidyn whispered, “But there’s something I’ll let you kiss.”

“Yes!” Noel squealed, desperate for the chance. Aidyn laughed softly as he ushered Noel to his knees, instructing him to hold his hands up like some feral hound and calling him a good puppy for doing so. The title made his cock twitch like a thumping tail, something Aidyn teased him for whilst undressing. None of his pictures showed his dick beyond the implied bulge, leaving the otter to speculate its size. He was convinced that, big or small, it would be magnificent to see. The strange metal prison, with black bars forcing the ping rod to softness despite its best efforts, caught him by surprise.

“Don’t let my fetish fool you,” the rabbit said with a sway of his hips that made his caged cock dangle, “I don’t need my dick free to take charge.” He inched his hips closer, giving Noel an unobstructed view of the caged dick. The otter sniffed his musk, tasting the sweat of hours behind latex on the roof of his mouth.

“Does my puppy want his bone?” Aidyn teased. He held Noel by his scalp whilst bouncing his black celled prison. Noel tried to speak up but a quick glance from the bunny told him not to say people words. “Beg for it, puppy. Give me a nice little whine.”

Despite the puppy hood and his own fantasies, Noel had never acted out the part. He gulped to steel his nerves before letting out a low rumble of a whine, a pitch that wasn’t quite feral but not anthro either. Something that made him feel small, humiliated, and burning with heart pounding joy when Aidyn chuckled in affection. “Good puppy. You may have a taste. Don’t waste it now.”

Realizing what was being asked, Noel unfurled his tongue underneath the rabbit’s sack. The scents from before were amplified by the salty taste of musk and sweat, followed by the lukewarm black iron bars holding that pulsating flesh in place. Aidyn bit his lip as the otter lathered the caged cock with his tongue, grunting and muffling to himself with each full lick from bottom to top and top to bottom. Noel, who wasn’t the most experienced when it came to others, just did as he always wished to do, suckling the sack when he wasn’t servicing the cage. He didn’t know if it was possible for someone to get off on this when caged, thinking that an erection was needed, but that didn’t stop him from worshipping the prisoner like it was free. Aidyn didn’t seem to mind. Judging by those quickened breaths, it might have been possible.

So when Aidyn pulled away, Noel was left with an open mouth full of confusion and tasting of bunny musk.

“Bedroom,” Aidyn didn’t so much order Noel as tell him where they were going. He led the otter by the scruff of his neck, keeping him on all fours as they traversed the rabbit’s apartment into his bedroom. Inside he, to his delight and shock, was ushered to climb atop the queensized bed and raise his plump ass before the bunny.

“So, I have to ask,” Aidyn said, popping a plastic cap of something after strapping a latex glove over his hands, “The heels and the corset. Does my puppy have a bit of sissy in them?”

“M-Maybe,” Noel said.

“Would she mind if I treated her like one in the bedroom?” Aidyn asked, sussing Noel out like the professional he was. Noel caught a glimpse of the rabbit’s smile from the corner of his eye when he shook his head. “Good girl. Good girls should be rewarded, shouldn’t they? Luckily, I know the best way to reward a good girl. But first, she needs to tell me if her back cherry has ever been popped.”

That wasn’t a question Noel ever expected to be asked. It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered it, enough porn he’d watched involved a guy getting his ass pounded to kingdom come. It’s just that he himself had never done more than a finger, one at an angle far too awkward to make the attempt worthwhile again. He’d considered buying dildos for it but they were pushed off in favor of other tools.

When Aidyn asked, Noel shook his head, trying not to look frightened at the idea because he wanted it to happen. It was a dream come true for someone to help, and the rabbit was the blue fairy of his kinks.

“That’s alright,” Aidyn said, spreading Noel’s cheeks as if he were opening a book. He read him just as well. “I’ll walk you through it. A girl’s first time is scary after all.”

There was a cold sliminess to the hands. Lube. Aidyn traced it around the quivering donut that was Noel’s backdoor, patiently coating all that he needed in the glistening substance. Noel imagined it made his asshole looked glazed when he was finished. “Now, I need you to relax. Can you do that for me?”

“H-How?” Noel asked.

“It’s your first time, so you can hug a pillow. Just try not to panic,” Aidyn’s finger pressed against the hole, “I’m going in now. Three. Two. One.” The first push sent shockwaves up Noel’s spine. It wasn’t hard or quick, yet the slowness of it made Noel almost wish it was. For the first time he felt something foreign and outside his control sink inside him. He clenched, and Aidyn cooed him to relax.

“I know, first times are a little scary. It’s also exciting, isn’t it. To feel this little taboo finally broken. And what secrets to discover. Don’t you feel how sensitive you are back here? All these little nerves lighting up as my finger trails along your inner walls. Give me deep breaths, cutie, deep breaths to keep relaxed. I’ve even fit a second finger in here. You’re doing such a good job.”

A new sensation bloomed in his backside. A single point pressed down behind his cock. He felt the urge of pissing but without the need to let go. His shudder earned a little laugh from the bunny. “Oh, looks like I found your p-spot.”

“P-spot?”

“Your prostate, cutie. A sissy’s best friend with benefits that they know intimately. With enough training, you won’t even consider your clitty as necessary. Just an extension for pretty jewelry. From experience I can tell you that it’s so much better. Your clitty is just focused in one area. But your p-spot, when it gives you that orgasm, it ripples through your whole body. Would you like that? Want me to turn this ass into an ass-pussy? Make you addicted to sissygasms?”

Every line was punctuated with a playful press or rub against the otter’s prostate. Noel knew what Aidyn told him was real, but he never considered it for himself. They were things that happened to other people. So, lost in desire from Aidyn’s fingers playing him like an instrument, Noel nodded aimlessly, begging to have that ever out of reach sissygasm.

“Repeat after me. I am a good girl.”

Noel gulped, “I-I am a good girl.”

“Again. Clearer.”

“I…I am a good girl,”

“Again. You can do it.”

He let loose a shuddering breath. Paws tightly clasped the sheets. “I’m a good girl,” he whimpered, repeating the phrase with deep breaths. His attention made it easier for Aidyn to slip another finger inside, a fact Noel hadn’t noticed until the rabbit said so, praising the otter for his efforts. Because he was a good girl, the budding sissy that was to be molded by the experienced femboy. Just like he dreamed every night. Maybe Aidyn dreamed it too. The rabbit certainly had the motivation of a dreamer whilst rubbing the otter’s prostate.

“I’m going to put something inside,” Aidyn said, slipping his fingers free, “It’ll feel odd, but it’ll be smaller than you think. I need you to do your best to keep it inside. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

“Yes…” Noel said, biting his lower lip.

Someone round but pointed pressed against his waiting hole. Aidyn coaxed him through as it slipped inside. It was cold, metallic, and spread him a little further than the fingers. It was a constant presence inside him, a foreign object he struggled not to push away.

“I know it’s hard to ignore it at first,” Aidyn whispered, “But soon you’ll feel empty without something like it.”

“W-What is it?” Noel asked.

“A buttplug. A starter one in my collection. I can give you the whole set if you’d like, I haven’t used them in ages in favor of more…filling toys.”

A lot of thoughts ran through his mind at that, ranging from the fact that Aidyn once used the very toy inside Noel now, to the idea that the rabbit had something more filling inside him. Curious, he asked what the rabbit defined as more filling. As if waiting for that exact question, the rabbit pulled out a selection of toys that, to Noel, seemed like gag gifts from their size alone. One buttplug seemed as thick as a soda can. Another was literally shaped like a fist. The rabbit beamed with confidence when Noel looked at him in utter shock.

“Don’t worry,” Aidyn said, “Your dick, or clitty, won’t be an issue. Though I don’t think a girl like you should be thinking with her clitty, should she?”

With that Aidyn pulled at a small pink vibrating wand and ordered Noel to lay back. His legs spread wide, exposing his rigid shaft to the open air. The soft buzz of the wand made his ears twitch. Gently Aidyn angled the bulbous wand head down, pressing it softly against the underside of his cock. He flinched to the sensation, having never felt it before. The gentle buzz stayed there, held by the guiding hand of a bunny who knew exactly what to do and how to hold it. Gently chastising Noel whenever he tried to back away.

“Don’t fight it,” Aidyn whispered, “Just focus on the feeling. Sink into it. You have no control, no way to speed it up. This is what it’s like. Let the vibes guide you along, bring you to climax.”

Were it not for Aidyn’s words he’d have struggled. But he stayed still, letting the bunny tease him until the sun rose through the windows. The first glint of sunlight crossed his face when his limit was breached, with his thick seed shooting high into the sky. It wasn’t the complete body shaking orgasm of a prostate massage, but it outpaced anything he’d ever experienced on his own.

Aidyn whistled, “I don’t think I’ve seen a client go that far before.” When asking what he meant, Noel noticed his cum had made a noticeable mark on the wall over five feet away. He blamed that on the hours of edging.

“That was…”

“Great, right?” Aidyn said.

Noel nodded. “And you do that for your clients?”

“Well…it’s not as personal,” Aidyn slipped off the bed, “And I don’t normally ask this either, but I don’t want this to just be a one time thing. I don’t think you do either.”

Noel didn’t. Though he paused when he saw a device similar to Aidyn’s cage in the rabbit’s hands. “Um…who is that for?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Aidyn said, holding a key in the other hand, “It’s a little…insurance to keep you coming back. If you want to continue that is.”

Noel very much did, and walked back home with a new addition to his attire. Aidyn kept the key.