Breakfast Bound
#5 of Commissions by Gruffy
Final part of this commission, ordered by
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I woke up to the smell of something really nice, really, really nice, nice enough that I actually lifted my head from the fluffy pillow to sniff...even opening my eyes, though the light hurt a bit...damn...I squinted them shut and flopped back again, and the nice smell remained...
Damn...I really didn't even remember coming to the bed...lying there, covered with the blankets and resting on the bed, nice and warm, I tried to recall...but...all I could remember was the smell of rubber, the heat, and the endless pleasure-pain from my cock and my ass, over and over again until my entire body was buzzing and...
"Ouch..."I whimpered as I felt blood rush into my overused dick and caused it to plump up in my sheath, whether I really wanted it or not. At least it was free to do so now, since I'd finally been released from three weeks of chastity by that naughty arctic fox. I'd paid a hefty price for it, and I was now sore, so damn sore, like any part of the body after working it out too much...I didn't even want to think what my ass looked like, considering how my cock and balls felt like they'd been...mangled or something.
Harrumph. That fox surely was one wicked piece of making...and had he really carried me to the bed? Or had I just forgotten I'd stumbled here. My furs felt kinda matted still...and I smelled a hint of rubber, and leather...yep, I was ripe enough to tell that I hadn't washed since last night.
I tried resting some more, but soon noises coming from somewhere nearby prompted me to open my eyes again, and to look out towards the bedroom door...his bedroom, I realized, the fox's, and I hadn't even been here before...with such a big bed, neat furniture and...nothing to indicate that he was a total pervert and...
...and walking through the door, carrying a tray loaded with breakfast articles, and wearing what looked like rubber BOXERS on him, and nothing more, a contrast of black against his furs.
"Good morning, papa bear!" his tail swished like a goddamn duster as he walked into the room, smirking brightly. "Slept well?"
I just stared as he approached and then placed the breakfast tray over me, complete with the kind of legs you only saw on TV, and it seemed to even be big enough so as not to simply rest over my thick belly. I couldn't believe it...there was...fried sausages, fried bacon, fried eggs, toast, orange juice, porridge, coffee...damn!
"Uhmmm..."I yawned and rubbed my muzzle as I stared at the tray.
The fox rounded the bed and hopped onto it, causing the stuff on the tray to clatter and clink. I grabbed its edges to stop anything from falling away, which thankfully didn't happen...and he curled up next to me on the bed, smirking, and flicked his tail over his thighs, so that the tip rested over his rubber-bulging groin. I almost snorted, imagining the knotted dick that hid there, the one that'd pumped into me so many times last night, and then some.
"Something for you, papa bear," Robbins kept smirking as he patted my bare arm, "I put in lots of protein, so that you can recover your strength!"
I glanced at the meat fest on the plates in front of me, and indeed felt really hungry. I hadn't really eaten since...since sometime last afternoon, and I was quite frankly ravenous by now. I must've looked like it, too, because he chuckled.
"Just go on now," he mused, "I already ate since I got up earlier. This is just for you."
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"It's all better when it's hot!" he smiled innocently, which was an achievement.
I obediently picked up the knife and the work and sliced into some sausage.
"Do you eat like this every morning too?" I asked while he watched me munch on some nice meat.
"Sometimes," he said, "but mostly when I have someone cook it for me..."
His wink made me feel kinda nervous...which probably was what he was after, too.
"If that's a hint..."
"I can teach you," he wagged his tail a little.
"Oh, really?" my brow quirked.
"Suuuuure," the fox smirked. "I want only the best for my papa bear..."
"So I'm yours now?" I chuckled after a swallow of salty sausage and a hearty sip of black coffee.
Robbins kept on smiling, and his paw...goddamn it...he crept it up over my lap, and rested it against my swollen, throbbing, and definitely sore cock. At least he didn't squeeze down on it...yet...ehhh...
"You could be, if it was something you were interested in," he spoke all too sweetly, "You are such a lovely...find..."
"A find, huh?" sore or not, I tried not to tilt my hips towards that warm paw, only separated by a little bit of cloth from my hard cock.
"Oh yes..." the arctic fox replied. "Such a big, subby papa bear..."
I harrumphed, but I couldn't really complain. The past three weeks might've been hell in some ways, but I'd also felt more sexual than I had felt in years...I was practically horny as a teenager, and once you were pushing forty, I think that was something to be very happy about. Not to mention last night's endless orgasms, even thinking about it made my asshole and my balls tingle.
"That really turns you on, huh?" I muttered.
"To be honest...it causes me to be a bad boy many times a day..." the fox smiled with ageless naughtiness over his features.
Oh, shit...
"So..." I looked at him, "what do you want?"
"A friend," Robbins said, "someone to spend time with...doing things furs do together."
"Naughty things?" I suggested...damn...I hoped.
He blew me a kiss.
"With you, papa bear, that is the only option..." he murmured. "But I wouldn't make you do such a decision lightly...say...perhaps I should give you some time to think about it?"
Did I need it? Would I hesitate now, to agree to the fox's suggestion that we should become regular partners in play, beyond the madness of the past three weeks? Could my balls take it? Could I even work anymore, being subjected to the fox's endless teasing, surely...
He suddenly rolled on the bed, presenting his rubbered-up ass for me, briefly, as he rummaged for something from under the bed, it seemed...and when he returned back to facing me, I saw that he was holding something in his paw...and it was nothing else but the familiar plastic cock cage, fitted with a new lock, and now dangling from his paw.
"Shall we say...two weeks..." the fox smirked broadly. "Would that be enough for you, Weston?"
I almost whimpered.
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COME AROUND MY OFFICE
DURING THE LUNCH HOUR
I clutch my phone still as I round the corridor and see his door...so damn non-descript among the row, that nothing could indicate that any kind of foul play is going on, when I walk over to it...with my newly acquired slow, thoughtful gait, which minimizes the rubbing of my caged dick against the front of my barely broken in rubber underpants, courtesies of...you guess right...
I knock.
"Come in!"
I open the door, find it unlocked, and step in, and see the fox sitting behind his desk, wearing glasses and apparently busy at work with some papers...but he lays them all down once I come in.
"Lock the door."
I snap it shut as I close it, and then walk over to him, watching him and feeling a familiar sense of trepidation upon wondering what he has in mind for me this time.
"Hello, papa bear."
"Robbins!" I rumble...goddamn it, we've been fucking and playing around for four months now and we still aren't on first name terms...he says it's not...proper...yet.
"Very nice," he smirks, and I can hear his tail wagging, "why don't you turn around, drop those pants and bend over for me, paws on your knees?"
He speaks his commands quietly and without any kind of a growl or a real deeper tone to it...it still gets to me, grabs me by the ball and makes my cheeks blush and my paws tremble, when I simply unbuckle my pants, drop them to my knees, and show him the black rubber of my snug pants...my cock filling the bulge on the front, and I feel it become even tighter as I sigh, bending over so that he can take a really good look at my broad, fleshy rump, with my tail poking out just above it.
"Very nice indeed..." he rubs his fine padded paws over the taut expanses of rubber, and I gasp, the sensation surprisingly subtle upon my sweaty skin.
I don't look back to him, not even when I hear him open a drawer, and he takes something out from it and puts it on the floor...but then I both feel and hear him pull open the necessary zipper on the back.
"I think we could play tonight, don't you think so as well, papa bear?" he speaks softly, and I feel slick fingers poking under my tail, spreading cold lube there.
"P...please..." I moan, trying not to push back against those fingers prying into me.
Something blunt and cold presses onto my hole then, stroking through my thick butt cheeks and presses on me, and I gasp when the narrow end grows wider, an d finally the plug pops into me, feeling me feel full...but not to the brim. Just enough to tell me that I've got something in there. He taps the base on the bottom of the plug and then I feel him zip me up...and I know I'm at his mercy again, because I know what those metal plugs are for.
He still hasn't told me just how he makes it happen, or whether he has a remote or something...but now, as I stand there, my cock growing even harder in its cage...I know that soon my prostate will be bathed in little bolts of lightning, and there will be nothing to stop it until I'm begging for him to take it out and...and do whatever he wants with me.
I turn around and look at him, and he smiles innocently, looking at me through his glasses.
"Good papa bear."