Big Ben
A sequel to "Dumped at the Dogpark," in which our little wolf protagonist has a bad breakup with his bear boyfriend but finds a new bear to dominate him. If you're into this story, you'll probably want to go back and read that one, too. As usual, there's some macro, some scat and w/s, a little bit of anal vore, and other raunchiness as our little wolf gets to thoroughly know his new bear-friend.
Warm tap water coursed down my fur, perhaps the best feeling of my life. I was still covered in muck from my disgusting and terrifying experience at the dog park, but the slime began to dissolve and slough off of me. Nonetheless, I was a complete mess and reeked of waste.
The giant bear who had rescued me peered down at me in his bathroom sink. "You'll want some soap, I'm sure, to scrub your fur." He reached over to his soap dispenser and squirted a dollop next to my tiny body. I eagerly dug my paws into the lavender ooze...I was acutely aware that I smelled terribly of shit, and anything I could do to minimize the odor was greatly appreciated. I began to lather and rinse, repeating the process at least a half-dozen times before the bear turned off the faucet. "That should be enough wash time. Then again, you're still pretty shitty smelling. That's going to take a while to fade, I think...if I let you stay around long enough. By the way, my name's Ben."
If he let me stay around long enough...? That didn't sound great. Ever since the bears invented their portable shrinkers and took over the government, wolves disappeared in massive numbers--often shrunk by their bear overlords, never to be heard from again. Many whispered that the tiny wolves had often suffered terrible fates, living as sex toys and servants to their bears...catering to their every bodily function and desire. He means to keep me and use me, I thought. Half of me was horrified, but the other half was clearly aroused by the prospect: here was a gigantic, muscled 6'4" bear, and judging by the bulge in his pants he would clearly dominate your ex-boyfriend in the manhood department. And he did rescue me from dying a slow death in Elliot's pile of shit, not to mention his own dog Brutus's steaming dump. Moreover, he was now allowing me to clean myself up...I couldn't help but feel gratitude for that.
Ben spoke again. "Here's a towel. Go ahead and dry yourself off." I proceeded to roll myself vigorously in the hand towel he had placed in the sink. Within a minute, my still moist fur had puffed out. "Hahaha...you look like you just came out of a clothes dryer or something." The big bear's laugh was booming and jolly. Wow, he's actually really, really hot, I couldn't help but think as I marveled at the size of him, by jaw hanging absentmindedly open. Suddenly, I was very aware of my raging erection that had developed in mere seconds.
"Wow, I can't believe you're turned on right now instead of being terrified. You're a tiny, tiny little wolf and I must be huge to you. Not to mention that my dog just fucking crapped on you. But, hey, you've got me hard, too, now." My eyes drifted towards his pants. That big bear dick was now definitely hard. "You know," he said. "I think I should get comfortable and we had better get to know each other better."
I couldn't agree more. I nodded timidly and Big Ben promptly removed his white shirt, exposing a surprisingly build upper body; not carved out muscle, per se, but this was clearly a big bear who used his pecs and arms quite a bit. But his tummy was far from flat. Ben was built like a football player, a lineman, with a beer gut typical of male bears. The giant bear was so hot...a god. I could only pant wordlessly as my dick positively throbbed.
Big Ben began to unbuckle his belt. "I bet you love being dominated by bears. Even before you were shrunk. Who did you piss off, anyway? It costs a ton of money to buy the power for a portable shrinker, and usually we bears only shrink one wolf to keep for at least a few years...but whoever shrunk you just discarded you? Oh well, I've been saving up for a shrinker...but now I guess I can spend that on other things now that I found you."
I began to accept the reality and permanence of my diminished size. As long as I was with Big Ben, part of me began to think I might even have a little fun with this whole tiny wolf thing.
The massive bear had finished fumbling with his belt and began to lower his pants. Barely contained in his black boxer briefs was a clearly moist gargantuan bear dick. Its flared head peeked over the waistband of his briefs...Woof.
The briefs were soon on the floor, and Big Ben's big dick sprang out towards me. Pre-cum dribbled down on me, running off onto the hand towel upon which I still laid.
"Yeah, looks like you're looking forward to making my dick's acquaintance." I reached out for the head, which Ben had positioned just in front of me. The huge, veined dick was just thick enough that I wouldn't be able to wrap my arms around it, but that didn't stop me from climbing on board and humping furiously. "Hold on, little. I'd rather lay in bed while you jack me off." He turned while I clung desperately to his engorged cock, and again the world swam as he walked out of his bathroom and reclined in bed. "Give me your best shot, little one, and you might be rewarded...."
His pre-cum was a surprisingly effective lubricant, and the salty taste only turned me on more as I humped and licked the head of his penis. "Wow, little wolf, you're a natural. I guess I will have to keep you for a while...but I guess this is a good time to tell you. It's ironic that I found you in a pile of shit, because I really, really get turned on my raunchy stuff. Have you ever heard of scat? Yeah, well, I'm kind of an enthusiast. And I've been fantasizing about really dominating some little wolf as soon as I saved enough money to use the shrinker."
I froze, not certain how to process this new information. Big Ben was huge and fucking sexy....but he was also kinky. And kinky was not something I cared to experience again at my tiny size...
"Hey there, why did you stop? I guess the talk about scat scared you. Well, guess what? You're three inches tall, so I don't think you really get a say about what I do to you." He said it with the slightest hint of a smile, and a chuckle. "Don't worry little one, although I do plan to have lots and lots of fun with you, I'm still going to take care of you. I want you to last for a while....so you'll be fine, my little pet, unless we have an accident or something."
Oh, great. Maybe life with Big Ben was not going to be as amazing as I had originally hoped.
The big bear chuckled again and leaned his head back onto his pillow. "Well little one, if you're not going to jack me off, I guess I'll do the job myself. Of course, you'll have to make yourself useful in a different way."
He picked me up off the end of his dick, and dropped me beneath it. It was still erect, and thankfully remained suspended, rigid, in the air above me...but before me loomed his humongous, furry balls. Just like everything else about Big Ben....these balls were just massive, and they reeked of the scent of a man who wasn't at all afraid to get a little dirty. I was intoxicated....but, suddenly, the balls lifted and Big Ben's simply majestic anus came into view. Surrounded by black-brown fur, the pink hole winked at me.
"Well, little wolf. I hate to break it to you, considering all the shit you've gone through, but I believe in breaking in my toys early. I think it's time you learn to love bear shit. So, I'm going to use you as a dildo while I jack off. You already smell pretty shitty....so I guess now's as good a time as any." He grabbed me before I had any time to protest, and with his empty hand, opened his nightstand and took out a bottle of lube. My newly cleaned fur was coated in a slick, damp layer of oily anal lube.
"Here we go! I won't keep you in my anus long--you do still have to breathe, after all. I'll try to go easy on you otherwise so you last a long time, little wolf."
Well, thanks, that's a relief. I'm still about to be shoved into your ass, I thought, but I knew there was no way Big Ben would hear me at this size so it didn't matter much whether I vocalized my objection or not.
My massive bear daddy plucked up my slick body, and began to insert me feet-first into his hungry hole. No! Not again....
Big Ben had lubed up his hole as well, and I slipped in easier into his ass than I had into Elliot's. I was in bear anus up to my neck when Ben readjusted himself and began to beat off, darkness descending on me as his ass cheeks closed around my head. The sweat and the smell were overwhelming, and I was afraid I'd suffocate. I took the deepest breath I could before being sucked completely into the hole.
I was covered in anal juices, inside the ass of a very hot, very large bear. His rectum warmly pulsed around me; I could feel his blood pump through his body. I began to thrash wildly, disoriented and desperate to find his sphincter. I suddenly became aware of a basketball-sized bump on the wall of his rectum, and I began to massage it wildly. His prostate! I thought. I was clearly having an effect...the pulsating increased in tempo.
Suddenly, the tunnel I was in willed with foul smelling gas, and I came bursting out of his butthole as though I had been shot out of a cannon. It reeked of sulfur. I had just been farted out of Big Ben's ass!
The enormous bear guffawed and looked down at me. Laughter still in his eyes, his mouth opened into a big, completely goofy grin. It was adorable...and in spite of what I had just gone through, I was completely charmed by that face.
"Wow," he said after his belly laughs died down. "I guess I'm a little gassy." He let out another fart, which blew into me like a stiff gust of wind and caused me to lose my balance. "When I get gassy, it usually means something is moving down the pipeline."
Luckily, I hadn't encountered evidence of that while I was being subjected to his intense anus. "Well, my the time I come, I'll probably have to poop. I'm going to put you back in my anus, what you were doing to my prostate was driving me crazy."
He reinserted me, this time only up to my waist. The second fart had clearly been caused by the air in his rectum being forced out by a giant bear turd which had moved down his intestines since I was expelled. By the time I was up to my belly button in his ass, my feet began to sink into his soft feces. Great, I'm an old pro at this now...hopefully, he doesn't shove me all the way into his shit, I thought.
The second fart had ejected some sticky ass fluid along with its noxious gas, and Big Ben's hole smelled far riper than it had before. He pushed me just barely further into his steaming turd before he seemed to realize that his little toy was encountering some resistance on this re-entry. "Well, little wolf, it actually feels like my ass might be a little full for you to play right now. I'm going to have to empty it out if you're going to get at my prostate again."
Again, Big Ben moved, and his mammoth ass cheeks blotted out all light. He had stood up, and I felt the blood rush into my paws, still outside his hole, and head as I was turned upside down. His anal sphincter gripped me tightly, and I certainly wasn't going to fall out when half of my body was lodged in his fresh, hot log. He began to shuffle around for a few seconds, and then he sat....the light returned, and as my eyes came into focus, we were clearly back in his bathroom. He's going to shit me into the toilet!, I realized. But then I craned my neck to see what lay beneath me, and was surprised to see that it was not a toilet...but a rather large fish-bowl. Big, kinky bear had been planning out his little wolf shit-torture, apparently.
Big Ben grunted overhead as he brought his throbbing asshole down to the fishbowl's gaping, open top. His ass cheeks formed a seal around the rim of the bowl, and he began to push. It didn't happen fast...but soon, I was hanging a few inches out of his ass, suspended in the air by the hot, incredibly foul-smelling, brownish bear dung that coated my lower half. Big Ben's big turd kept coming and coming...my hands reached out touched the glass bottom of the fishbowl before the fat, gigantic turd finally succumbed to gravity and broke. It came to a rest, covering at least half of the bottom of the fishbowl, and snaking up a side. I began to claw at the waste holding me in place. If I was going to be shit on again, at least I'd be mobile enough to try to avoid being hit.
My legs and torso came free from the muck, but I was again soiled beyond belief. I gagged at the scent, but noticed that I found it far less objectionable than I had before enduring my experience with Elliott, Brutus, and now Ben. Oh, it still reeked; the sheer volume and magnitude of the smell overpowered any other thing that I might possibly smell at my size, but I guess I had begun to acclimate myself to it.
Big Ben bent down to peer into the transparent side of the bowl, still sealing it tight with his beautiful rear end. "Well, you got yourself free, huh? Looks like you're doing fine. Good thing, because I have plenty of more shit where that came from. I've got a really healthy diet, and I get a lot of physical activity at work. That's the recipe for big, stinky turds, you know? At lots of pizza and beer, of course." He grinned again. "Here comes some more for you, little wolf. You really should just learn to like it."
His enormous anus opened again, far above me. He began to expel the other half of his humongous turd. I watched it descend, trying to guess which way it would fall, hoping to avoid its path; it fell out of his ass just to my left, as I cowered on top of the giant log which I had pulled myself out of. It had been such a close call that I unthinkingly dug into the massive turd beneath me, completely smearing myself with shit as the bear dung squished beneath me. Damn it!
The bear's dump was impossibly warm, and the sides of the glass fishbowl had begun to steam up. Another turd loomed from his ass, this one much creamier. There was no avoiding this one; it made contact with the turd I was now tightly clutching and fell sloppily all over me. I was = sandwiched between the firm log that had been the first to emerge and the creamy, soft feces that had Big Ben had just pushed out, immersed in his dump.
I pushed up against the creamier turd, and my arms sunk through the sewage. I pushed my head into it, and kicked hard, desperate to dig myself out of this fecal quicksand...before I heard an incredibly loud sound of rushing liquid. It connected suddenly: Big Ben had finished his dump, stood up, and was now pissing down into the fishbowl. Suddenly, I was swimming in a foul mixture of shit and piss, reeking and covered with brown mess. Even Big Ben's bladder was big. He filled at least a third of the fishbowl with his piss before he was done, and I was left to cling to the firm log as a whirlpool of his piss and shit died down. The firm log was the only log solid enough to have survived Big Ben's firehose of a cock.
This was a truly debasing situation; I was a tiny wolf refugee floating on a firm bear turd as a life raft, intent on staying afloat amid a lake of bodily waste.
"Well, that's about the worst I can do to you. Oh, I've definitely produced bigger loads of shit...Brutus has nothing on me in that department. But if you can survive that, we'll get along just fine. You know...I haven't cum yet. I think you might need to go back to hitting that prostate now. Plenty of room up my ass after that dump."
He reached in, unabashed to pluck me from his sewage. He upturned the fishbowl over the toilet and flushed the contents before placing it back on the ground. "No need for lube now, you're completely a mess. I like to keep my butthole clean for the most part, but every now and then, shit can be a decent lubricant, I guess."
He strolled back to bed, and I noticed from his hand that his dick was rock hard again. "Back to work, little wolf." Without ceremony, I was shoved back into his asshole.
Kick! Rub! Punch his prostate! Do anything! It didn't take long--clearly, Big Ben had been holding back a massive orgasm for some time. Within a minute, the little wolf felt the already tight walls of Big Ben's rectum rhythmically compress around him as the handsome bear shot his load.
Ben pushed, and the shit and anal slime coating me allowed me to slip out of his butt hole. "Great work, little wolf. You're a keeper. Let's get you cleaned up and fed. I'll show you the aquarium you'll sleep in...and you better get a good night of sleep, because tomorrow you're going to work. Oh, yeah, I'm a construction worker. I build homes and stuff...it can be pretty sweaty, hot work. I'm planning on letting you ride in my jock."
Big Ben dumped me into his bathroom sink, which I had emerged out of clean less than an hour before. "Well, little wolf. Night one was pretty successful." He pumped a little soap onto my head, and I began to work the smeared and caked bear dung out of my fur once again.
But now I have to contend with a full day of work at a construction site in the hot bear's jock? I mused. Day one together might not be such a success...