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I'd start out this story probably by introducing myself. Probably saying, 'Hi, my name's Ryan and I'm a gay brown bear with a bit of a gut and proud of it.' But that wouldn't have any implication to what I'm about to share with you. Nor would telling you about the other guy. A shark of all things who went by the name Shane. He was a bit of a sweetheart really. Right up until you wanted sex, then he turned kinky.

Still none of that has any bearing on what I'm sharing with you. My dripping cock, locked up tight in a chastity cage would tell you something about my situation, but it wouldn't say how if I bent my neck just a little, those drips of precum would splash right onto the tip of my nose. I had to bend up, otherwise the pre would just drip down and join my already damp belly fur. That fur was wet with both pre and sweat by this stage as I swung back and forth suspended from the ceiling.

Besides my heavy breathing in the room, or I guess more accurately called a sex dungeon, all you could hear was the clinking of chains and the squeaking of stretched leather as I swung back and forth with my struggles. I'd been hanging there for almost ten minutes I'd guess at when the boots Shane was wearing could be heard hitting the concrete of his place. I would have greeted him like usual, a 'Hello Sir' or more properly kneeling as I begged for his attention by calling him Master Shane but the ring gag and leather boot straps prevented any of this.

I couldn't even wave because my paws were tied up to my nuts and balled into pads that aimed to discourage me from moving. Needless to say, by the time Shane had returned I was already exhausted as I'm a larger species of bear and bears aren't small to begin with.

Between the sound of boots hitting the concrete and the clink of chains I remember that voice of his ringing out powerfully. "You leak like a bitch in heat. Looks like you pissed yourself in between a couple of orgasms, you're that wet slut." Fuck, I remember picturing how wet I must have looked at that moment and he wasn't wrong. I could literally watch the precum drool from my caged dick when I swung my head up to see it over my gut in anticipation of what was going to happen that night.

Dirty talking like a seasoned professional, Shane made sure I was watching as he pulled first one flogger down from its hook then the next. The first was a pissy little thing that I'd had before but the second was something else. "Twenty something inches of bull-hide leather slut with a twelve inch handle. All up, it has one hundred and nine strands attached and weighs in at twenty four pounds. I'm gonna warm you up with the starter, then that's gonna give you a slammin' you aren't ever gonna recover from."

I remember those words and the way my cock twitched in the cage, threatening to spew my thick load far too soon for my liking. Then, still with me watching, Shane hooked the flogger over my fat nuts and let it drop. Shit, it felt so fucking good and bad all at once. My stomach churned and I grunted heavily as I jerked and swung about from the ceiling only for Shane to surprise me with a sharp sudden slash of the 'pissy' flogger. Fuck. How I would have howled then if my muzzle was free. The slash was right in the centre of my shoulder, just where I love taking a whip strike. A strike there always gets me worked up and my balls twitching, but with that other flogger weighing so heavy on them, they barely pulsed with anything but pain that time.

Having taken this treatment from the shark before, he wasted no time playing with my back as that flogger struck with less than a second between strikes. Fast, solid and powerful, Shane worked my back until I was jerking in the chains like a wriggling worm. I remember the heat and the pain but more than anything was how my paws kept jerking at my nuts continuing their rapidly climbing abuse.

Shane always made it a point to torture my nuts, by not torturing my nuts. Tied up to my paws is one of his favourites but hanging his instruments from them turns the torture to a constant ache that I have no control over. At least with the first flogger the strikes didn't have me trying to jerk my arms all over the place.

"You look warm enough for me to start now. The first hit shouldn't draw blood at least." I can remember his teeth gleaming at me as he made his way around in front to hang his first flogger up. "I won't guarantee that same promise for the second strike." He said, unhooking that heavy hide flogger from my nuts and I remember how they ached and my cock throbbed with arousal. It felt so, so good. The promise of pain with the blood pooling in my skull from gravity was enough for me to give a significant grunt past my gag.

Shane was behind me again, out of sight even if my eyes weren't closed tight from fear and anticipation. The air rushed past, bristling my fur only for me to shake the chains with another moan as Shane took a 'practice' swing to delay and torment me further. Another swing cuts the air and I grunt as the small tips skim across my fur this time and I wordlessly begged for him to just get it over with.

The third practice ark made the air hiss as if it were burning and I remember grunting only to scream as fire assaulted my senses rooted in my right shoulderblade. The weight of the blow sent me swinging and my whole body arched as I squealed and shook and swore into the gag. To say the pain left when the flogger left my skin would be a sweet lie as my skin welted and swelled from a single blow that left me seeing stars.

He didn't even let me finish my scream before that flogger returned striking down upon my other shoulder leaving me to breathlessly screech and flounder. I can remember the sheer bliss of the agony as my warped mind begged for it to end, only to crave more. My cock throbbed until the little cage turned it purple and my paws were trying to rip my nuts from my pelvis. All of it was there yet only the sweet embrace of fiery pain blossomed in my chest.

"Mooorree, Moooorrreee!!!" I screamed past my gag or tried to and Shane seemed to love it as his hand rubbed over whatever damage had been done to my shaggy back.

"Fur makes it so hard to see the damage I inflict with my eyes. But my hands allow me to see everything on a hairy painslut like you. The flinches you make, when my fingertips find a particularly sore spot or the raised lumps and lines from the welts of my flogger. Oh and don't forget the sounds. Mmm, the sounds of you squealing like a good little trussed up pain-piggy. Those are always delightful."

Damn, the things his words do to me just thinking about them again. And when he let me go to take a step back, I remember tensing for the next blow only to flinch from the exquisite pain that my sore shoulders sung to me with. How I wanted more and more and more. Only for my torturer to drape his flogger almost lovingly between my legs and over my pulsating nuts.

"We've worked hard for you to deserve a proper flogging. You've begged and pleaded and done hundreds of naughty things now. All so that you could taste the sweetness that is my whip and when I've finished I promise, you'll feel like a new man. I'm going to make you scream yourself hoarse and I'm going to love every second of it."

Boots moved and the loving caress of the whip fell to the side, while my eyes glanced to the sound. There, right next to my quivering shoulder is the mountain of a shark lazily swinging that flogger back and forth across the smooth ground. Then he grabbed the handle with both hands and swung back and I screamed and screamed and screamed as my ass got pounded into a swollen black mess of bruises.

It wasn't so much the pain that had me writhing in the chains, but the sheer weight of the flogger that sent me swinging and my cock jerking in its own cage. The 'THWACK!' followed by my gargled squeals and the grunt of exertion from the shark all coming together to make one noise only to die down and repeat in a different tone. All of them become sharper to my round little ears as does my pain and the pleasure. Then he knocked the air from my lungs with a savage strike to my back and screaming my pain out became an afterthought as I tried to suck enough oxygen in for my very survival. My brain can't make sense of it, because all the pain lances into my pleasure centre to turn my scream into a mutilated moan.

My ankles creak with the pressure they're holding up when I swing then and I can only hold onto my sanity through sheer willpower as my butt cheeks plump up ready to burst from the abuse. I can feel the welts he's given me now as burning lines of pure agony when the flogger crosses over them again and I crave for him to find an untouched patch only there isn't one. The whole of my ass is on fire and every stroke builds that fire into an unbridled furnace of flames until I'm howling and cum drenches my stomach from my locked up cock.

Having reached my peak, my body only winds up relaxing after the intense orgasm to lie limp in those chains. But my assailant wasn't done. In reality, one pissy little orgasm from a limp-dicked bear wasn't his objective. He wasn't going to stop until my back and ass were blistered and the fur had been ripped from the skin to lay down about me in clumps.

"Arch your back into it bitch. I want to see you begging for more." Shane said at one point and sore and tired as I was, I rushed to obey. I used my balls as anchors to pull back with my paws until my shoulders were nearly parallel with the floor and only then did he slap down with that flogger. Talk about whiplash. Propelled down and forward I swung madly, howling my pain out and copping a taste of my salty pre, only to swing right back into the sharks next mad strike.

He turned it into a game. One that kept me guessing and flinching from the sound of the flogger hitting nothing but air or getting slammed into the ground under my skull. Sweat pooled under me along with cum and chunks of my fur. The only thing that saved that puddle turning crimson was the skill of the wielder behind me and how tanned he had turned my hide to all the abuse.

I remember I was crying with my eyes shut when the weight of that flogger dropped down on my nuts and I blew another fat load from my already spent cock. I had lost count of how many times I'd blown hanging there but when lube got spread around my tailhole I knew the true training had come around. No words, nor ceremony did the shark waste as he stuffed my blistered asshole full of plastic horse cock until I could feel it pressing into my gut. The size of that toy would have me screaming out an orgasm by itself as it stretches me tight but spent like this all it does is makes me twitch a little.

Only then did Shane pull out the furclippers. This was part of the deal I had with him. He wanted to see his handiwork, not only feel it so the fur had to go. I knew the buzz of them from previous encounters but it always left me feeling weak and powerless when he set them under my asscheeks and the fur started dropping.

"Shit slut, your ass is black." At the time I thought he was exaggerating even as I squealed at having those clippers trim the fur back there. The roughness from the blades on raised welts was almost enough to have me pass out. "Oh yeah, this shit's going on my wall of fame. I knew you were going to break the record but damn. You really are a fucking painslut taking this boy. Let me get you set up for picture time." Shane gloats even as the last piece of fur falls from my back.

Only then does he pull me backwards until my heads level with his dual throbbing cocks. I was looking at him upside down while he thumbed the controls to his pulley. Leaning back, tongue out he points up at the camera above then and says, "Smile for the wall and remember you look like a stuck pig bitch." Even knowing the drill I blush when he hits that switch and I drop down. His cock is aimed right for the gag so I have no chance, as all my weight hilts him deep in my throat until I'm gagging up for the camera.

That session really must have been good because he began moaning the second my throat was wrapped around his dual shafts. Cum coated my throat only for me to cough and splutter it all back up turning the sharks grey skin white. Shane just continued to laugh at that even as I choked on his cum until he was finished with me.

Only after he'd spilt his load did he let me down and remove my gag. I could hardly manage a word of thanks but I did my best to thank him for punishing me. Oh fuck, how he laughed as he sat me on my ass, the dildo still lodged inside me and I roared in agony. "Just wait til you see the pictures. I'll be shocked if you can sit on your ass for work at all in the next month."

I'm typing this three days later from a stand up desk and still nursing myself. Sleeping is painful as even the blankets hurt on me. Work is almost unmanageable. My boss actually told me to sit down today and I begged off it. How the guys laughed at me for that was awful. But when I look at the pictures all I can do is think, 'Fuck yeah, that black bear ass is worth twice this and more.'

My next session with Shane is thirty more dicks away. My boyfriend doesn't count even as he laughs when he fucks my broken ass. The new cage he bought for me is worse too, it has a spike in it that pricks me every time I get hard now. It sucks, because all it does is makes me want to take more and more. Something my boyfriend loves about me, even as he shoves his elbow up into my guts cackling how his bear is an abuse lover.

He's not wrong. I really love taking some good abuse. 30 more cocks... Will I even have healed before I've taken that? Cause Shane wasn't lying when he said my ass was black this time. Other than the purple and red, it really was black.