“That's it… focus on the sound of my voice.” The otter males voice was a low sultry rumble, watching the bats eyelids droop as he fell totally under the ruddertails spell. He lifted Taw’s chin to look deep into the smaller males eyes. “You're papas good boy aren't you?”

Taw swayed and grinned faintly. “Yes sir.” He mumbled. His stubby little tail twitched and wiggled. He didn't comprehend the meaning behind Jeremiah's smirk, only that his master seemed pleased, which made him happy. When the otters thumb pushed his mouth open he didn't resist, sucking on it like a pacifier when it slipped in.

Jeremiah was a little surprised, even hypnotized he had expected more resistance from Taw. The little bat was off in his own world happily sucking the larger males thumb. “Lay down.” He urged gently, giving his pet a gentle push. With the bat on his back Jeremiah reached over, grabbing a cage he had picked out just for this occasion, easily affixing it to the bats sheath hiding the little bit of pink flashing at the tip. The smooth metal device looked nice against the bats soft fluffy fur. “Yes, papas good boy.” He murred, stroking one of Taw’s thighs.

The little bat made a low cooing noise, his muddled mind couldn't figure much on its own. But it liked being called a good boy. A curious paw reached down to feel the odd metal device hiding his sheath from view. Something ticked in the back of his mind but it wasn't given enough time to spark before his master pulled his paw away and gently spread his legs. 

Jeremiah held a bottle of lube and squirted some onto two fingers, reaching down to gently rub the cold jelly over Taw’s tight little pucker. “That's my good boy.” He rumbled as his toy squirmed but didn't resist. It wasn't long after that one of his broad fingers pushed its way into the bats tailhole.

Taw felt vaguely uncomfortable, until his master gently pet his head, repeating over and over: “Good boy, good boy…” He didn't resist when a second finger joined the first, gently stretching him. 

“Good boy.” Jeremiah cooed yet again, removing his fingers and reaching for a simple black dildo on his night stand. With little ceremony he started pushing it into the bats well lubed tailhole, earning a small gasp from his pet as it slowly sunk into him. “That's it, just relax, just like that, you're such a good boy.” He worked it up and down pumping it deeper ever so slowly until it reached the slight swell at the base, it wasn't a proper knot by any means but it was more than enough to keep it secure inside. He flipped a small switch on the base and slow powerful vibrations came from the silicone toy. 

Taw squirmed, his sheath felt tight, his member contained by the cage around it. One of his small paws reached up to feel at the collar that had been secured around his neck moving up to the leash Jeremiah clipped on in short order. Suddenly his master's large paw was in his face and a loud snap cleared his mind. Almost immediately he curled up and shivered, moaning loud as he noticed the dlido pulsing inside of him. It wasn't long before his caged cock twitched and cum dripped out of the device. 

The otter frowned. “Now isn't that a shame? I didn't give you permission to cum did I?”

Taw’s eyes widened when he saw the paddle, printed on it was the word “Discipline”. He squirmed away and was quickly pulled to heel by the leash held tight by Jeremiah. He was very quickly bent over the large males knee, and a resounding SMACK echoed in the room followed by a surprised yelp from the tiny bat.

Jeremiah had a sadistic smirk as he brought the heavy paddle down onto Taw’s round rear, a smirk that got wider each time the bats butt jiggled from the spanking. Eventually Taw’s butt seemingly glowed red under his fur. Jeremiah pulled the dildo out slowly, leaving in only the tip before he pushed it back in, fucking little Taw with it. The bat could only whimper and squirm, completely controlled by the large otter.

Taw couldn't hold back another slew of whimpering moans as he felt himself getting close again, nothing he did could prevent that. Small moans and gasps were getting louder by the second with each thrust of the artificial invader. Eventually he shivered and his toes curled, more cum filling his cage and dripping onto the floor. 

Jeremiah grinned as he pushed the dildo in one last time, leaving it inside and vibrating away. “On your knees.” He commanded. Taw obediently followed the order, kneeling on the floor while Jeremiah stood over him. The otter pulled down the elastic on his boxers. His thick tip poking from its sheath. “I'm sure you know what to do.” 

Taw obediently wrapped his lips around the small bit of cock that was showing, it was musky and a little salty, but to his surprise not unpleasant. He did his best, slowly bobbing up and down as Jeremiah’s cock hardened in his mouth, pre dripping from it. Suddenly the larger males paws were on the back of his head, forcefully pulling him up and down on his shaft. 

Jeremiah had a wicked grin at Taw’s fruitless squirming and occasional gags. He was close already, teasing little Taw for so long had left him pent up. It wasn't long before he held the bat down, shuddering as he unloaded down his pets throat. After a few moments he pulled out, letting Taw gasp for air. “Such a trooper aren't you? Such a good boy too.”

Taw blushed slightly, the large otters voice certainly had an effect on him. He felt that cloud sweeping over him again. His eyes snapped back open when he felt his fur slowly growing damp and warm. 

“Open back up.” Jeremiah commanded, forcing Taw to open his mouth. His hot light-golden piss dripped down the bats fur but that wasn't his end goal, he pushed his limp cock into his pets maw, forcing a steady stream down it. “Don't spill a drop.”

Taw, utterly defeated, closed his lips around his master's cock again, swallowing as quickly as he could. Again he was surprised, it was salty and lightly bitter, and it made him feel warm inside. ‘I guess… I could get used to this.’ He thought just as the stream tapered off and he was released.

Jeremiah knelt down in front of his pet “That's my good boy…”

He looked up at the otter. He wasn't unpleasant to look at. He really could get used to this. “Thank you sir.”