FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

C.J. gave the camera a toothy smile. The chubby but athletic beaver wore his backwards cap but nothing else. A tuft of blonde fur matching the hair on his head went down his round pecs, thinning, traveling down across his round navel to a thatch of it at his crotch. He hefted his heavy, uncut cock a moment. The soft shaft barely hung lower than the beaver's generously endowed balls.

The camera flicked back up to C.J.'s face and he said, "My eyes are up here anglers. Welcome to another after dark stream, hope everyone's got their bait in hand. Today, my poor partner got all tied up in his work. He doesn't know I'm streaming so, you know," C.J. shushed the camera, "quiet as a killifish. Don't want to ruin the surprise."

C.J. turned the camera from him to a door. He opened it and walked into a dimly lit room. The camera panned over a work bench with a half-finished model and various tools set out. All on the wall were models of different insects, a terrarium for a tarantula, then the bed. On it, wearing only a leather harness and choker, was Flick. His arms were tied to a hook over the headboard and his legs had been bound together. Flick sat on his knees, blindfolded and panting dumbly. Resting between his legs were the controls to a bullet vibrator tucked inside Flick's slit.

The chameleon turned his head to the camera and asked, "C.J.?"

"Feeling good guppy?"

"God c-can you not when we're fucking?"

"Hehe, who said we're fucking?"

"C.J." Flick whined and fussed in his binds. C.J. went to a closet and retrieved a hand tripod for his smartphone. Flick asked, "W-what are you doing?"

"Getting ready, babe."

C.J. set the small tripod on a nightstand beside the bed. He winked to the camera then climbed into bed. Flick became visibly tenser when C.J. got into the bed. C.J.'s dick was half hard now, the brown flesh pulsing with life, foreskin stretching taut. The room smelled entirely of the chameleon's need. C.J. had left him with the vibrator inside his slit for twenty minutes now, and his sex dripped precum and glistened flushed and puffy as any cunt. The reptile had taken a pill before getting tied up that would keep him from getting hard, letting C.J. have free use of his vent if he wanted.

C.J. caressed Flick's neck. His hand roved down to the chameleon's chest where both nipples carried barbell piercings. Flick leaned into C.J.'s touch, panting while the beaver groped him. The lizard's tongue hung out his mouth with a bit of drool on it. One of C.J.'s hands drifted lower, while the other continued to tease his chest. C.J. squeezed Flick's supple thigh. Smirking, he said, "Real worked up today, aren't you babe?"

"That's b-because of you," Flick accused. He still leaned into C.J., however. Not resisting the beaver for a second.

"Heh, if you say so," C.J. rubbed the lizard's engorged slit. Flick moaned, rolling his hips forward what little he could for his boyfriend. C.J.'s dick had reached its full length: nine, solid inches of cock. C.J. took the fluids from Flick's dripping sex and pushed his hand lower. Under the lizard.

C.J. found the lizard's entrance and pushed a precum-slick finger inside. Flick yielded easily to the probing. "You're so loose, huh?" C.J. said for the camera. "Bet you let anyone fuck this pretty ass of yours."

Flick whimpered while C.J. added another finger to his boyfriend's entrance. It took no time at all to start pumping his fingers in and out. While he did, C.J. leaned in and kissed his hot and bothered boyfriend. Flick tilted his head to meet C.J.'s lips full on. C.J.'s mouth filled with the desperate chameleon's long tongue. His paddle tail quivered at the taste of his needy boyfriend. His cock rubbed against Flick's firm belly and left a little sticky trace of precum. The beaver broke the kiss, tongue unreeling from his lips in a lewd display for the camera. C.J. winked at their audience before pulling his finger's free of Flick's asshole.

C.J. grabbed the chameleon's thighs and tugged him onto his back. Flick grit his teeth as his arms were pulled tight in their restraints, bound legs pushed up towards his chest. C.J. straddled the lizard's thick, banded tail and rubbed his cock against lizard's slit. That bullet vibrator still buzzed inside Flick like a bee teasing out more and more nectar from his slut. C.J.'s shaft quickly became coated in it, the slit splitting open just slightly. But C.J. didn't fuck him there, just teased his slut until Flick bucked his hips and said, "Come on C.J...."

"Feeling it babe?"

Panting, "Fuck me... please just fuck me."

C.J. leaned over and grabbed the camera. He made sure to get a good view looking down: around his round but firm belly to his dick as he brought it the lizard's puffy, well-used entrance. Flick was leaking so much the camera caught the glistening trail of precum that dripped down there.

C.J.'s cockhead caved in Flick's entrance just slightly, a single push from penetrating his boyfriend.

"Anything you want to say to the chat, babe?"

"Yo-you're recording this?" Flick hissed.

"You love having an audience."

Flick squirmed in his bondage, mewling, "Fuck... fuck... fuck."

"Getting hot and bothered, huh?"

"Just fuck me!" Flick snapped.

"Babe, babe," C.J. teased his dick back and forth, "That's not how we keep our subscribers happy."

"Mmmph, hah, please C.J.," Flick whined, "Fuck me, show them how big a stud you are."

"And how big a slut you are?"

"_Yes--_ah!" C.J. rolled his hips into Flick. His cock bowled through the chameleon's defenses. Spread around the thick spear of meat, Flick struggled a moment for breath. Both males' tails twitched as they stayed paused there before C.J. bore down and thrust forward. That tight slutty tunnel wrapped nicely around C.J.'s cock. Soft walls clutched up and down, slick from Flick's own fluids.

Soon enough, C.J.'s stomach pressed up against Flick's slit. Hilted inside his boyfriend, C.J. sighed. He took a moment to adjust his knees before he began fucking Flick at a leisurely pace. Flick huffed and gasped each time C.J. drilled into him. The beaver's fat cock rolled right along Flick's prostate. It made his slit boil with need, but on top of being unable to get hard, the pill Flick took also made it difficult for Flick to cum normally. Instead, while C.J. continued hollowing him out, Flick felt a numb heat spread through his thighs and stomach. Meanwhile his entrance felt looser and sloppier. C.J. stirred up his insides until each stab inwards was a tight bite of pleasure. Flick wanted more and more.

C.J.'s pace picked up as he noticed Flick get more and more hot. The chameleon's face hung to the side. He drooled into the pillow he laid back against. The tight, buttery flesh of Flick's interior began to get to C.J., too. It was hard not to when his boyfriend was a drooling, moaning mess. Barely a person, just a slutty lizard. C.J. reached down for Flick's blindfold and yanked it up off his head. His eyes flicked up to C.J.'s face. There were tears leaking from the corner of Flick's eyes. C.J. held up the smartphone and said, "Smile for the camera babe."

"Uhnnf," Flick bit his lip, as this gesture made him quake. That heat inside him was close to boiling over. He occasionally looked up into the camera, but then became too embarrassed and looked away. Only to glance back again. He did love being watched. Loved the idea that others imagined they were in C.J.'s place, fucking the slut chameleon into mutual bliss.

C.J. wished he had a camera man for moments like this. He tried to set the camera (still attached to the small tripod) down on the bed. He grabbed Flick by the hamstrings and really started fucking into his boyfriend. The bed rocked with each thrust and the camera quickly fell over, half its view covered by mattress. The other half, showed C.J.'s cock slamming into the lizard, balls pounding into that red tail. C.J. was too caught up to try and fix it. The room smelled like Flick had spent the last three hours masturbating in it. It reeked now of his need and it was driving C.J. a little wild.

His balls began to quickly clench up, but before C.J. reached his peak, Flick released a keening moan. All that heat inside him exploded into a release. His slit quickly filled with thick lizard cum, both his hemipenes flooding his sex. So much so that the bullet vibrator spilled out of the slit with a slurry of spunk. The sight of that sent C.J. over the edge. He fell against Flick as he came. The beaver cursed. The camera got a view of lizard cum spilling across the beaver's large balls as they clenched and dumped their load. C.J. remained very still, but Flick could not stop whimpering and squirming. He was on another plane of existence as he felt C.J.'s heat fill his belly.

Panting, C.J. felt his orgasm taper off. When it did, he started to pull out. A dazed Flick barely made a sound, flesh pulling against C.J.'s flesh till that dick finally came free.

"Uh-oh, looks like someone made a mess." C.J. grabbed his phone and pointed the camera at Flick's ruined crotch. His slit, perineum, and ass were a white, sticky smear of cum with more seed still oozing from his slit and asshole.

C.J. ran a few fingers through the mess, scooping up their mixture of cum before offering it to Flick's mouth. The lizard obediently sucked and cleaned each of C.J.'s fingers, making pleased, little noises. C.J. turned the camera back on his face and grinned. "Hope the chat exploded much as we did. Tune in next time, anglers!"

C.J. ended the stream and dropped his phone on the bed. He asked, "How are you doing, babe?"

Flick opened his mouth to lick some cum smeared on his lips. Then he said, winded, "Untie me... I need to kick your ass for that stunt you just pulled."