The two boys' eyes met and both were filled with terror. David was scared that Fisk would hurt him; Fisk was afraid because David
knew his secret. David, helplessly penetrated by the otter, started struggling to get away. Fisk snapped out of his daze and created a
foot-wide tentacle to wrap around David like a vice. He pulled the lab off of his prick and jumped up off the bed. Slamming the dog onto
the bed, he got up close in his face and snarled.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He then noticed the camera on the desk and picked it up. He removed the tentacle from David's mouth
but spoke again before the dog. "You'd better have a really good reason why I don't beat you to a pulp before having you arrested."
"I...I...I don't," David admitted. This acknowledgement of error calmed Fisk down very little; an honest rat is still a rat. "I needed money
fast, and this seemed like the easiest way. I'm sorry; I'm a jerk."
"What pictures did you take?" Fisk demanded.
"Just some snaps of you sleeping. I made sure to get above your abs so nothing indecent was showing. I don't know why they wanted
that picture."
"Who?"
"National Enquirer."
"I'll deal with them. As for your camera, I realize they're expensive, but..."
"Please! Don't smash my camera!"
"Not your camera, the memory card." With that, the chip was crushed to dust by a tentacle. "There's still one problem: you know about
this," he said indicating the extra appendages he possessed. "Not that many people would believe you if you told them about this, but
you still can't be trusted. I need a way to be sure you won't talk."
"I know you can't trust just my word, but I swear I won't say anything. I just want to forget this and go back to Jason."
"If he had known you were going to sell me out, he never would have even talked to you."
"I know, that's why I won't tell. I don't want to lose him."
Fisk nodded in understandment. He had thought the two made a good couple, and he wanted to see that continue. On that note,
though...
"Why were you on my cock?" he asked.
"Um, well, you see, when I was taking the picture, well, your dick was hanging out. And you're very, er, big...and sexy. So I thought,
maybe, I could touch it. That's when your tentacles shot out and forced me onto your shaft."
"Oh, sorry," he apologized, releasing David. The lab sat up on the bed.
"Don't be, you were amazing!"
"Amazing?"
"You're so big and you can outlast me easily. It was the best sex I've ever had...and you were asleep."
"Well, thanks."
"Fisk...I feel real bad about what I did. Can I make it up to you?"
"How-oh!" Fisk moaned as the dog knelt down and began blowing the otter's meat. Fisk sat down and allowed him to continue.
David was quite happy now: he hadn't betrayed Jason or his friend, his camera was alright, and he got to screw with the sexy otter. The
salty meat in his mouth was the best thing he'd ever had and he wanted more. Fisk's soft moans urged him on. He timed his sucks with
the otter's pulse, giving him maximum pleasure. After a few minutes, Fisk began to shake and then released a torrent of cum down the
lab's throat. David swallowed every last salty drop and wiped his mouth.
"You'd better get back to Jason before he realizes you're gone."