Caught in his Musk
Disclaimer: Although the lead character of this story is an otter named Jamie, this is not the Jamie from my continuity, but rather Otter_aka_Jamie or Jamie The Otter on FA. It is a Commission. Thank you.
Jamie stepped out of the theatre and yawned. The movie had been longer than he expected, and it was dark out by the time he emerged. The twentysomething otter looked around, glad for streetlights, before setting out on his way home, only a few blocks away, luckily. His long rudder tail swayed as he held it over the sidewalk, muscles in it strong from keeping the thick appendage from dragging on the ground wherever he went. It was nearly as long as he was tall so doing so was indeed quite the task.
The streetlights were spaced rather evenly along the road, alternating either side to keep the street rather well illuminated, but one lamp was out, directly across from an alley.
Jamie continued on his way, fixing his eyes on the next streetlamp to keep going as he approached the archtypical dark alley. He closed his eyes as he passed the dark opening, shivering and moving a little faster. He opened his eyes, looking back at the gaping void in the buildings, before he ran into something big. A giant paw grasped his head before he could tell who he had collided with, and shoved him against something soft and extremely musky. The otter's eyes lidded, and he found himself drifting out of consciousness, unable to stay awake.
Jamie made his way out of the darkness with a groan and a bit of a headache, looking around. He was handcuffed face down to an enormous bed. Not to the head and foot, but to straps leading over the edges of the broad mattress, as as far as he could tell the bed had no boundaries other than the edges of the mattress. The sheets below him smelled of that musk that had knocked him out, but it seemed faded, either that or he had finally grown used to it enough that he could take it without blacking out.
A low rumble filled the room, and into Jamie's line of sight walked an enormous bottom heavy male kangaroo, naked from the waist down and grinning broadly. He was on the more roo side than anthro, judging from the structure of his legs, hips, and tail, and the orientation of his balls above his thick sheath that resided along his taint. On his upper more anthro half he wore a broad vest with a couple pockets.
The captive otter realized he was fully naked with a shiver, and things started to fall into place. He was probably going to get raped...
The roo chuckled at the look on his catch's face, "Oh, it's so adorable when they realize what's going on..." He rubbed one of his superior balls, the anterior shaft starting to press out into the open, sleek and slender compared to his body, but compared to Jamie, it might as well have been his own tail without the fur.
"W-What's gonna happen to me...?" Jamie managed to stammer as his eyes focused on the growing roohood.
The marsupial grinned, "Well, you're mine now, so..." He reached with his other paw, fingering his slit a little as he started to leak thick, musky pre, "Whatever I want. Though I'm sure in a few minutes, it'll be what you want too."
The mustalid tugged at his bonds, wincing at the cold steel against his wrists and ankles. His tail was free, which idly made him wish that he could use his tailtip as a lockpick like they do in cartoons. Before he knew what was happening, a paw rubbed something on his nose and he groaned. It was that pre. He prepared himself for blacking out again, but he remained awake. Something was smoldering within him, ready to burst into flames. Each breath he took brought more pheromones into his system and he couldn't stop it, his lungs like the bellows to the embers threatening to send his soul aflame.
While the otter squirmed on his bed, the massive roo walked his way behind his catch, watching as his pre made the boy writhe and groan. He used one paw to heft the long tail out of the way, grinning as he saw the lutrine member swell and press out against the sheets below a gradually tightening sac and a needy, gaping tailhole. He was nearly ready, and rearly needy.
The embers had caught alight. Jamie was lost in this new lust, moaning as his tail was raised. If his paws were free he would have grabbed the tip and pulled it up and over his shoulder, hugging it to his chest to keep it out of the way for whoever was about to plow into him, but he couldn't, all he could do was tug at his bonds and whimper lustily. As something hot and wet touched his bare pucker flesh, he cried out, nearly reaching his peak right then, but something halted his orgasm. Something in the flaming lust told him to stay back from the edge for... his master...
The roo murred deeply as he looked over the otter he caught, the tip of his long shaft pressed against that eager rump. It leaked a thick glob of pre, slickening up the opening, before strong legs that could launch that heavy frame far through the air flexed, and shoved the anaconda sized shaft a whole foot at once into Jamie. "Ooohh... 'as been a while since I had a nice tight 'ole to plow..."
Jamie whimpered, his rump flexing around the size of the shaft. He bit his lip and tried to push his hips back, mind afire with need. At any other time his complaint for such a shaft would be that it was too big. Tonight he needed more. He ached for it, in the lining of his intestines, brushing against his stomach walls, and in the depths of his chest. He shuddered, so eager to sheath over his Master's glorious shaft.
The roo thought for a few moments, before grinning and thrusting forward again, wondering when it would be best to release his catch from his bonds, even as he made certain the bonds in his mind were well put, "Oooh... Does my toy love Master?"
Jamie cried out as another foot and a half lanced into him, stretching his entrance out, and pressing the flexible shaft around a curve inside him, before gradually straightening it out with its virility. Jamie murmured, nodding, "Y-Yes Master... Please... I need all of your godly shaft..."
The roo chuckled, and those haunches bucked, another full two feet vanishing from the world, any distortion to the otter's pudgy midsection hidden against the bed, for now. There were still at least eighteen inches of roo cock outside of the otter, throbbing, eager to join the rest in it's warm temporary home. He reached into his vest pocket, and leaned down over his catch, "You will serve me, anywhere, anytime, for as long as you are mine..." He stroked over the set of three green bands on the otter's left forearm, slowly unlocking that handcuff.
Jamie looked at his paw as it was released, "Yes Master.... Thank you Master..." He flexed and rocked his hips around the massive shaft inside him, trying to pleasure it.
As the otter gave him such delicious pleasure, the kangaroo licked over the matching marks on the otter's other arm, licking his lips as he released that arm too, flexing his cock inside the much smaller male, causing him to be raised upright against the heavy superior balls, off the bed. One set of claws pet over his new toy while the other carefully unlocked his feet one at a time. Once all the handcuffs were free, the roo stood upright, lifting the otter with him on his cock, the angle making Jamie gradually slide down onto it.
Jamie looked down, amazed and deeply aroused by the thick bulge pressing out his abdomen and up along his lower chest and under his ribcage and... His head was forced to tilt back, and he felt like he was going to gag. He glurked, as though nauseous, but the amazingly thick pre of his Master came out of his mouth. Two massive paws tugged on his round hips, and the sleek tip of the marsupial shaft emerged from its ottery sheathing. He stared, going crosseyed as it pressed out of his muzzle, before starting to lick as best he could over the underside of the shaft. A deep bass moan behind him and gentle rubs on the head told him he was doing a good job. He wrapped his tail up and around the heavy sac that pressed against his back, squeezing firmly and wiggling his hips. His rump met the root of the roo cock, the slick tip a few inches in front of his face, drooling pre running all through his pelt as it bubbled down onto him, driving his lust mad.
The massive kangaroo couldn't stay just hilted for long. His own need dictated he start lifting his toy up off the shaft, enough so that the tip was once again in the warmth of his catch, and start thrusting into him, or more accurately through him. He bucked with powerful hips and legs, the sleek, girthy shaft sliding back and forth a couple feet every repletion, pushing Jamie's maw open a new every other second. The enormous balls burbled heavily, and the thrusts redoubled in speed, claws grasping the much smaller male tighter as his peak started to near him rapidly
The angle suddenly changed. The otter grunted as instead of coming out his maw each time the roo hilted, his gut bulged out enormously in the shape of the cock. Were he sober of lust, he might have wondered how his body could stretch so easily to conform to that shape as it pushed into him, and out around his ribcage from the other side, his skin folding back on itself to stay conformed as it pushed out in front of his face, the angle meaning it was out of licking range, sadly.
The thrusting came harder, and the steady staccato beat gradually lost regularity, before there was a low bellow, claws forcing his hips back under the balls as they tightened and throbbed, before Jamie could feel the rushing heat going up along his form, before exploding at the head of his ridiculous bulge, his flesh deforming fluidly with each pulse, the nearly scalding seed gathering at the base of the otter's gut, along the underside of the shaft, between each spurt, the reservoir gaining volume every moment.
Moments became minutes, and Jamie was stretched more and more, each gush causing a bit more of the glorious distortion of the cock to be hidden with the swell of its issue. Jamie grunted as the weight overcame the shaft's urge to stay upright, and he collapsed forward onto the bed, the belly squishing out, hot seed still gushing into him. There were no outward signs of the size of the cock now, just the swelling gut distorted under the otter's chest each time it swelled out. Then, abruptly, the filling ended.
The heavy lungs of the roo were loud, panting heavily, before he slid the whole shaft out. At the speed he was moving it might have taken less than a second for the whole shaft to come out for a normal arousal. Jamie was treated to fifteen seconds of grinding shaft sliding along his prostate and warm seed filling the space the cock was vacating, soothing his stretched form and redistributing his swollen self. Hot seed gushed out the back door of the toy once the cock came free, and the roo pondered, not wanting his catch to fully deflate. He grinned, and deftly plugged Jamie with his own tail, half as bloated as before, which was still rather immobile, before playfully feeding the otter's stretched hole more and more of his own appendage, until it looked like he had no tail. "There we go, toy..."
The heavy roo walked his way around the immobile but unbound otter, before taking his hefty spent cock in one paw, pointing the wet, dipping tip and open cumslit at Jamie.
The otter murmured weakly, his own orgasm still not achieved, and his need to serve still rushing through him. He raised his arms towards the shaft, in an effort to pull it to him, to lick at that slit. His paws grasped it, but it was so slick that when the roo shifted his hips back they slammed into each other, fingers intertwining. Before Jamie could recover, the cock lanced back forward, and around those arms, clenching its slit shut at the otter's elbows.
The roo rumbled, "I'm feeling a little empty, Toy, so you're going to make my balls 'eavy until they're full of cum again..." His cock flexed again, and took in the otter's head and shoulders. A claw pushed on the bent tailbase of his catch, causing the buried limb to twitch, causing a low moan inside his cock. "Oooh... good toy."
Jamie writhed, his rewired instincts telling him to dive in, fill his Master's loins. He ineffectually shoved his hindpaws into the bedspread; his legs too weak and slick to move the swollen bulk of his gut all that much.
However, the slick pre and cum coating Jamie certainly helped the roo's own task, that one claw determinedly pushing the otter deeper, the gut getting deformed further and squished as his thick cock worked do envelop it. With a wet squelch, the last of his catch's midsection wobbled into the greedy cock, and the needy otter arousal and stretched hips were next to be claimed, just the pair of fuzzy legs outside as the roo pulled away his claw and used it to tilt his cock up against his empty balls, hearing them rumble eagerly for their new filling.
Jamie was lost in orgiastic bliss, squirming weakly as he was taken deeper and deeper into the warm body, even as he was inverted, his cold legs getting warmer by the inch, inch by the second. Suddenly a broad paw grasped his feet together and shoved firmly, the rest of the legs abruptly wrapped in hot cock.
The roo groaned, looking down at his swollen shaft full of toy otter, poking at the bulge his swollen belly made, near the root of his cock, the arms and head of his catch already doubling back towards his balls. He took his paws away from the otter's footpaws, and flexed slowly, watching the last of Jamie slide out of sight with a lusty moan, always loving that last moment of the outside world for his toys.
The otter writhed a little as his body was nearly put through the ringer in its flexing back around through the internal plumbing. His tail was forcibly expelled from his own anus, and a gush of seed followed under the pressure.
The roo grinned, rubbing his cock as it looked like he had just ejaculated again, but his entire load in one long spurt as it was forced out of the otter deep inside him. He felt the otter being pulled up further, his legs and tail rounding the corner out of his cock proper, and headed up towards his needy balls, to halt their empty ache.
As his paws and arms pressed forth into a new chamber, Jamie groaned, feeling as though he was being born, although it was rather the opposite as his head and shoulders pressed forth into the hot, insanely musky chamber. Muscles around him clenched, forcing him further and further into this new space, his head hitting the ceiling and finding he had to curl around as he was pressed in more.
The roo grinned as the otter's head bulged the top of his sac for a moment, watching it swell and start to sag a bit heavier as his toy was added to its contents. He did another kegel, flexing his inner muscles, one last dribble of seed forced out of his shaft as the last of the otter shot up and into his superior scrotum.
Jamie grunted and rolled onto his back in the hot chamber, one paw wrapping around his shaft and starting to jerk as the two beach ball sized squishy testicles started to secrete something insanely slick and musky on their new roommate.
The roo recognized the motion, grinning, "Mmm... You know toy, if you 'ad managed to orgasm any time before now, my 'old would 'ave fallen away, but now that you're there, feel free to cum as much as you want." The kangaroo lay down on his wet, soaked bed, rubbing his nuts and the otter caught between them, "You're mine forever."