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Hey all! Got a quick short for ya--perhaps a bit different from the usual wares but maybe not by much. Either way, hope ya'll enjoy it!

"Cya on Monday," Nate told his co-worker, closing the door to his car as he prepared to head home for the weekend. The glorious weekend he had totally free and with nothing to do--or well, nothing work related to do. His fur bristled with excitement as the roads fell in line behind him and it seemed like a sweetness filled his muzzle. Lupine ears twitched against his head as the phone next to him vibrated--though he ignored it. It wasn't important. The important fur couldn't text him right now, not if everything was proper.

Though he'd see his lover soon enough, he should already be at their house after all. The drive back home was slow seeming--even if he sped a little bit to make some better time. It seemed far too long before he pulled into the driveway though, grinning at the sight of the car already parked.

He set in his keys in the bowl along with another set at the entrance, moving quickly down the hall and grinning. His paw ran to his neck and began to undo the tie--ready to look a bit less business like; more rugged even.

The sound of a creaking bed caught his ears first, and the gentle huffs that came with that sound were quite nice as well. No doubt his lover had heard him coming--else he was truly pent up for this, which was even more exciting. Next his nose caught that familiar, yet always eliciting strong reaction, scent; musk and sweat and strain and a bit of old leather. The only thing left was for his eyes to see the sight, which they did the second he opened the door.

They hadn't started out this way, no, they'd been very vanilla their first year together, some odd eight years ago. Then one day the bear had just called him 'sir' and from there it built. A month later 'sir' was a ready title, a month after that James was referring to himself as 'his pet' and as the months grew, so did the game. They'd found their balance by now, which was that every so often; usually by a mutual whim it was time to put the bear in his willing place all over again. Sometimes that happened every day of the week, other times a month could pass with their sex involving no pet names or kinks other than a need to breed one another.

Now the bear was laying on the bed, stripped of all clothes save for a jock strap, cuffs for his paws, and a collar. Laying wasn't the proper term though. His lover's hips were moving. Up and down. Up and down. And the jock strap was heavily tented while the bear's paws were behind his head, around the post and cuffed so he couldn't move them. If he looked hard enough he could make out the base of the dildo before James let himself fall onto it with a happy moan. Brown and cream fur were slightly matted with sweat, that cream colored fur leading his eyes down to that jock. It made Nate wonder yet again if getting a mirror on the ceiling might be a good idea--surely the bear didn't have the slightest clue just how fucking hot he looked right now. That bulky, built form working to get fucked--what was hotter than a big guy wanting it up his ass, even begging for it?

The bear himself was in an entirely different world. He thrust his hips in time, giving low moans of pleasure as he did while his breathing continued to increase in pace. It was getting hard to hold control, and his paws instinctively tried to lower, but to no avail. All that did was fuel his desire though, make him push down harder and faster, "Fuck," he hissed under his breath.

The silicone toy had to suffice for now, at least until he could get the real thing, but he was more than glad for it--it made for a good time if Nate was ever out of town, or vice versa if he was out of town for the wolf. It was modeled after a dog, though years of careful inspection with the real thing made James know all the little mistakes, but one thing it got right was how it was supposed to feel in an ass. Each time he rose and fell it made his body twitch a little, even though he was doing it to himself.

It was a building sensation. When first starting out it was odd, not exactly grand, and that lack of immediate enjoyment had caused him quite a bit of angst his teenage years knowing he preferred cock over tits as he played with himself. But it grew the more he pushed himself down onto his toy--or the real thing, or fingers, or much more. Finding out it built up, in his younger years, had made him like a cub on Christmas morning. Seldom a week went by in his teenage years where he hadn't played like now, and in college it was more frequent as he had a place to himself. And having met the wolf--that changed everything. Now the big bear knew that it was something to work towards, that as he rolled his hips, each time something pressed against his prostate it was just a building food of pleasure. Even now he could feel it starting to swell, his hips moving out of instinct for that beautiful sensation more than anything else.

"Fucking hot there Big-guy," Nate told the bear, surprised when his bear actually did jump in shock.

"Fuck!" James yelled, his face flying over to the doorway to see the wolf standing there--his heart now pounding in his chest. "Y--You're home...Oh my God...you scared me half to death," he managed to get out after a bit, having jumped enough to dislodge his toy so it lay beneath him now

"Did you really not hear me?" Nate asked with a chuckle, though his cock began to swell in his sheath even faster now. Knowing he'd been getting a natural show, of the bear just wanting to play with himself before he got home made it that much more exciting and pushing home the knowledge the bear wanted this. The bear chuckled nervously along with him, and a part of him did feel bad for scaring him, but that feeling was gone quick enough. He didn't let James reply, instead walking forward and grinning, "You weren't trying to surprise me? You actually were fucking yourself just so you could have some fun,"

James knew that tone immediately. He had been having fun, well, just so he'd be ready the second his husband was in the door, and because what was better than having fun bouncing up and down on a toy? Still, he fell into his role quickly, "I'm sorry Sir...I just...you were just gone for so long," he replied, as if he hadn't only been home himself for perhaps twenty minutes. His eyes fell to the wolf's tightening pants, and he made a show of licking his lips.

"So," Nate said, the bear's eyes jumping to meet his just like they were supposed to, "you were just needy then?"

"Yes Sir, I--"

"Quiet," Nate barked, and the order was immediately obeyed. "You speak when spoken to, you got that?"

James just stared, his eyes downcast yet never not ready to look up to follow a command.

"That was a question, now you answer," Nate growled, noting the bear had begun to roll his hips again. His growl changed, to a pleased sound, watching the way the bear's cock throbbed in the jock.

"Yes Sir,"

"Want to tell your owner what you were doing?" Nate asked, crossing his arms over his chest to look intimidating.

"I just knew you'd be home soon, and I wanted to be ready for you the second you got in. And so I was preparing myself, and...I just got carried away," the bear replied, being honest about it and finding he was getting more and more needy as he fell into the role of being his lover's pet. Not quite to get off, just to be doing something, to be serving. It was an odd kink, but it was rather fun to play out.

Nate walked over to the bear and moved to straddle his lover without much of a show, smiling at him. The key he'd picked off the nightstand seemed to add a spark to his eye, but it was the other object that held the bear's eyes. When he leaned forward--like a good pet--Nate adjusted the collar around his neck, adjusting it quickly; years of well use showing exactly where it was most worn. He made sure to hold it tight, leaning down till his lips were about to meet the bear's, "Now you can kiss your owne--"

James didn't let him finish, and that might've been something worth punishment on some other time, but Nate needed this too. The wolf's tongue fought against his own for a few seconds before he began to suckle on it, letting the wolf own his muzzle. He moaned happily into the kiss, the muscles in his arms straining as they tried to move and hold onto the wolf, in his hips as he ground against the wolf--moving the toy once more in him. It was helping to drive him, making him shudder as the wolf's paws groped over his chest as well. There wasn't much he could do but surrender to his mate, something that brought its own pleasure as well, humping against his lover, his owner.

The kiss was rough, heated, and a bit sloppy from their lack of holding back and more primal desire not helping. Nate pulled back with a grin before leaning back up and moving up so he was straddling at the bear's shoulders. He made a slow show of undoing his belt and pants, loosening the clothes for his aching cock--the scent making his pet snuffle and try to lean into his crotch. He almost reached him, but Nate sat just a bit out of reach, enjoying the attempt of his bear to get closer along with riding the bear; feeling the ursine's muscles contract and push as he continued to ride the toy he'd walked in on him using, "Bet my poor pet wants something to play with in his maw too doesn't he?"

"Hmm--Ah! Ah...oh yes Sir," the bear replied, twitching as his cock leaked a glob of pre into his jock; the pleasure from his ass was increasing, maybe from the scent, maybe from the natural build up, or perhaps it was all just combining together, it didn't matter. He was starting to have gasps for air as the breath caught in his throat when he went down on the fake-cock. His breath caught again when his favorite toy was finally in the open air. Nate batted it against his muzzle, pre spreading over his brown muzzle fur and marking him with the thick musk that never failed to elicit a moan.

Nate grinned as the bear continued to try and catch his cocks between his lips or with his tongue, more often than not failing to really catch it aside from a quick lick or attempt to suck it into his eager muzzle. He knew it was pushing all his mate's buttons, and hell if it wasn't pushing quite a few of his own making the bear his willing pet who wanted nothing more than to serve.

"Please N--Sir..." the bear said, catching himself from the mistake. He looked pleadingly up at the wolf, and whimpered. Whimpered, any other time--even during their normal intimate moments--he'd have felt so embarrassed, but it felt so right. It made him feel just like he was meant to, under the wolf, like all he wanted, all he needed was to service this male; how much that feeling aroused him still shocked him.

"Good bear...now, ready for a treat?"

All he did was moan, finally getting that big piece of meat into his watering maw; his favorite treat, the toy that had given him so much pleasure like it was even doing now--maybe not the sort he got from it pounding his ass, but still a pleasure. A paw gripped around his collar and tugged him closer, forcing his lips to part as the cock disappeared into his muzzle. His hips were still, the toy forgotten for the pleasure the real thing brought.

"Fuck what a good boy,"

That made the bear begin to suckle hard on the meaty treat in his muzzle, wanting to jam the rest of it down to the knot--hell, he'd have opened wide and let that in too. He kissed the knot and moaned, so thick and hot and warm against his tongue as it pulsed and leaked pre. Moving his tongue was a bit difficult for the lack of room left, but he managed lazy circles that spread the pre over his tongue and gave him a perfect taste.

"Mmmhmm, that's it,"

James whined again, this time without even the remembrance that such was not common for a male of his size--he needed this. Years of practice made sure he didn't gag as the wolf began to buck and hump into his muzzle, though all he was allowed to do was lay there and take it. He bobbed his head as eagerly as the strong paw gripping the collar would allow him, the wolf's heavy balls smacking against his chin.

His wrists fell, giving him a small surprise, but a gruff laugh from above told him the wolf had freed him of his shackles. That didn't give him permission to touch though, he knew that much because he was a good bear. He followed the cock as it began to slide back from his lips, fighting to keep it until only the head was left and he had to give it a kiss goodbye, his lips slick and a trail connecting him and the treat for only a moment. A click behind his neck followed by a tug told him he was leashed now, which made his cock pulse in his jock.

"Very good...I think I'm done with your muzzle for now boy..." Nate told the bear, sliding off of him and stripping quickly, though holding the leash tight, "For now mind you...or would you like that? Like me to fuck your muzzle later and feed you some of your Sir's load,"

"Y--Yes sir,"

Nate chuckled roughly as he ditched his underwear, finally in the buff and showing off all of his shaggy grey fur, his cock standing proud and glistening in a mixture of spit and pre. He tugged the bear until he got the message, getting off the bed and onto all fours, only taking the time to remove the toy he'd been bouncing on. His pet looked a bit lost, his hips still twitching along with the cock hidden behind the cloth, "Poor boy," he cooed with a grin, "my bear can't resist having his tail hole stuffed can he...always have your ass in the air when I want it, don't I?"

"Yes Sir....want you to fuck me so bad," James replied, watching as his mate walked past him--aware that his mouth began to water as if the cock would be in his muzzle any second now. He hoped it would be. He hoped it'd be in his ass. He wanted it, wanted to please his sir. It wasn't right not to be serving him right now, but he reminded himself the wolf would tug on his leash when he wanted--that the wolf knew best.

"Think you're a big, bad bear, but you're really just a desperate cub wanting to get filled by his alpha and wanting his cock lodged in you,"

"Y--Pleease Sir...please," the bear said, eyeing his mate and swallowing the lump in his throat. He might've truly been a big strong bear, but begging wasn't beneath him when it came to the chance to get thoroughly fucked by his wolf. A rough tug was all he needed before he was on top of the wolf, muttering lewd requests as they kissed roughly, straddling so he'd soon be able to bounce in his lover's lap with that fat amazing cock taking his breath away.

"You want it?"

"Yes! Yes Sir!" the bear begged, moaning at the feeling of the cock humping against his lubed up pucker. He moaned happily as the wolf began to enter him, forcing the wolf into a heavy kiss as he suckled on the tongue--grunting with each thick inch he sank onto. The leash was pulled taut, and he whined, happy to continue his kiss as the wolf began to roll his hips against his own, the pleasure like a fire inside of him.

"Such a good eager bear, so happy to obey his owner!" Nate growled keeping the bear's leash pulled tight--if only so James' muzzle was next to his ear and he could hear each moan of pleasure, every groan of appreciation he was bringing to his lover. When he began to hump up into the bear there wasn't a need to have the bear so close--hell, he might've been able to hear the moans down the hall.

"Always ready to obey Sir," the bear replied, knowing how true it was, and knowing he'd given enough proof as well. All the wolf need to do was give him a look and he was on his knees ready to serve--sometimes the look was so that he wouldn't get too eager and be on his knees anyhow; he was there to serve, any pleasure he got from it was just an added effect. He began to bounce against the cock, unable to help himself from it. He wanted to be such a good boy for the wolf, but instinct was too strong. Still, he knew his owner understood as much, that he was allowing him to do so.

"Cum for me," Nate growled, giving the bear's abused ass a hard slap, "Fuck yourself till you cum,"

It was a hard enough command to obey, but not impossible, certainly not when he had the wolf telling him to do so--it fueled him even more. And all the playing before. Finally having the real thing stuffed up his ass; cumming was just natural really. It would've been harder to obey if the wolf had told him not to by this point. James bounced himself in the wolf's lap, going faster and faster until he was finally lost in the sensations. He lost his pace, he didn't care though, as long as he got to fall back down onto the wolf's cock as he moaned from the way it made him shiver. The craving continued to build and build in him, his cock throbbing in his jock till each time he slammed himself down onto Nate it was at risk of exploding. Being that far, he didn't dare to stop, but continued and continued till his grunts became choked out as his orgasm began to wash over him.

"Good boy...I'm fucking proud of you, you know that?" Nate told the bear, which only made him try all the harder to fuck himself on his cock. He humped up into him, intent to fuck the load out of his lover for all he was worth. He tried to focus on something other than how great it felt though, so he didn't go over that edge himself--watching instead the way the bear's cock made the jock a wet, musky prison.

James didn't stop, or he couldn't, he wasn't entirely sure which it was as he bounced in his owner's lap, mouth hanging open as his moans turned to lower sounds of appreciation at what he was experiencing. After some time his hips became more listless in their movement, and his grip on the wolf decreased to a lax hold, "Thank you Sir...thank you,"

"No need to thank me, you were just doing what I told you to after all," Nate replied with a grin, dipping a paw into the jock and groping his bear who moaned heavily at the action. When he pulled his paw back it was musky as well. He brought it up to his face for an inspection, giving his finger a quick lick for the taste. It would've been nice to lap it all away, but he could always get more later, instead he put his paw in front of James.

The bear didn't take long to catch on, his tongue lapping lazily over the cum covered paw, tasting himself and the wolf's sweat as he continued. His hips still moved though, feeling the hot rod of flesh still sending shocks of pleasure through him--if not greatly reduced. But that was the best part, how it built. Built and stacked and rolled till it was all he could do to hold it all back and then...

"Ugh!" he let out, a curt thrust grabbing his attention back to where he should've been, serving his owner. He told himself to feel bad for thinking on his own pleasure, but even if he liked the game, he couldn't feel too bad about sometimes indulging in his own joy; especially since they did come from being a good bear.

Nate let out a small groan of pleasure as the bear began to rock his hips more fluidly yet again.

"I want your load Nate," James said, and moved on to speak as quick as his hips were going, "Sir. Want your load as you breed my ass, fuck me. Fuck your bear hard and rough, whenever you want it...that's what I am, just your personal fuck-toy,"

Nate couldn't help but growl dominantly at that, slamming his cock into the bear's ass with every thrust. He moved the leash to his muzzle and gripped it between his teeth, holding it tight while he held onto the bear. Paws ran down to his lover's ass, giving it heavy gropes and fumbling with the jock, releasing the cock from its prison finally, and filling the air with the smell of potent cum and sex. It drove him further, the meaty pole pressed against his stomach and already hardening again.

"Oh fuck oh fuck! That's it, fuck my ass Sir," James growled, slamming his hips back against the wolf's thrusts every time. Even if he'd just gotten off he was ready again--it'd been too long since he'd been such a needy pet. He had to have the wolf's load, had to be bred and put back into his place now.

Nate fought the bear's growl, making himself louder so that any who walked by would know he was in charge--even if that wouldn't happen. His cock spasmed in the tight, gripping tunnel of his pet. It only took a few more moments before he knew he couldn't hold out any longer and he began to drill himself home. A paw slammed down onto his bear's hips, and his pet got the message and began to ride him roughly, pushing against his knot. His free paw found the slick bear cock and began to stroke it.

"Tie me Sir! Want to have my alpha fuck his load so deep in me!" James begged, his cock hard and leaking. He slammed his hips faster and harder against the wolf's thrusts, until there was that familiar pop and the thrusts became shorter and more desperate. The paw stroking his cock became a flurry of movement and his own hips were left to bucking desperately against the feeling as his owner began to fill him up with his cum. With a roar he lost control yet again, his cock spasming and shooting between himself and his wolf.

Nate bred the bear roughly, bucking up into him again and again, feeling the wetness along his stomach and chest as the bear's cock unloaded between them; his lover's tunnel becoming slick with his own load left there. The roar echoed through the house, probably hearable to anyone outside if there was anyone, it filled his ears as a compliment--let him know he was a good owner. He kept bucking even after the flow stopped between them both, till the leash fell from his muzzle and they were both left gasping for air.

"T--That was good," James huffed, his head a bit above his mate's, though he leaned down to give it a quick kiss.

"Ye--Yeah, you're sure eager for it, more so than usual," Nate noted, panting the entire time and rubbing the bear's lower back--knowing just a bit below he was still trickling a bit more cum into his lover.

"Heh...just wait till we get back from supper, I'm gonna have some dessert...well, if you'll allow it sir," James said, an obvious laugh to that last part.

Oh yes, he'd fed the bear well enough he knew--his lover was back to being his total equal, not feeling like he had to serve him. No, now if the bear wanted him, he'd take him, wether that meant a load in his muzzle or ass, or if it was that he would be servicing the bear with his muzzle or ass. Of course, all of those were more than good things, so, it didn't really matter. Still, it was always strange to have the bear switch from being his pet to that authoritative figure he was all the rest of the time so quickly.

They stayed together, cuddling and enjoying one another's presence for a bit till the knot went down and the cock slipped from James' ass--with a small sigh of disappointment from them both. Nate gave the bear a quick parting kiss as James began to stand up, sitting up and only ending it when the bear was out of reach. "Where do you want to go for supper tonight? That new place downtown is supposed to be good, some sorta Chinese I think,"

"No, I don't feel like Chinese tonight. How about Thai though?" James asked, bending over to pick up some underwear--showing off his abused ass unknowingly, more focused on his other urges now, like food. Still, he knew that probably in the middle of the meal he'd have that urge again, that perhaps it'd be a smile from his mate, a glint to the eye, even something as simple as a leg brushing against his own.

"Yeah...that'll work," Nate replied, chuckling at his bear. The role-play was over, and James was back to being his equal partner; at least till the bear had a craving for him again, or vice versa. Though that was no guarantee the bear would fall into his pet role either, but it still managed to bring a chuckle out of him all this time, "That'll work out real well,"