I'm Keeping You by Ajax B. Coriander.

Baily sat in the corner of the dark room nursing on his beer. The young badger glared at the grizzly sitting at the bar, his eyes watching him as he sipped on his own beer. The bear was an older fellow, there was some grey speckling in his fur, and a grey patch on his chin. His eyebrows had a touch of grey as well. He was thick in all the right ways, which gave him a belly that dug into his large brass belt buckle as his well-worn blue jeans hugged to his body. He had on a long sleeve, light, plaid shirt, that had the arms rolled up past his elbows, above the shirt he had on a black leather vest. He had a black cattleman's cut cowboy hat, and a pair of fine black leather harness boots. They weren't show boots either, they were the kind that had seen their fair share of miles and hard times. They were boots that if they could talk, they could tell a story about every single one of the nicks, scuffs, and scratches in their leather. But they still carried on, still keeping a good black shine no matter how far they'd traveled or what they'd seen.

The bear was everything Baily had ever dreamed of. The way he carried himself, the way he just oozed manliness without even needing to say a word. The whole package just made the badger's faded blue jeans swell. Baily had come in here every Thursday night for the past month trying to work up the courage to speak to him, but he'd always found some reason not to and slipped out after finishing his first beer.

The first time he saw the bear was when the badger had been working in the area. He was heading home and he'd pulled into the parking lot of the bar he was sitting in to eat his fast food dinner. He'd been glancing around the parking lot when he saw the bear. Something inside him pulsed, and he knew he had to follow. He'd never been to that dark, seedy, western style bar before that, and he still doesn't know what it looks like after dark. He could never build up the courage to stay that long. He'd just sip on his beer, and when he finished it off he'd slip out back to his car, go home, and then jack it until he blew a huge load across his chest thinking about that big old bear.

Baily watched as that man pulled out one of his cigars from the case he kept in his vest pocket. As he watched the bear handle that thick stogie, the badger felt a soft lustful growl rumbling in his chest. He felt his cock surge in his pants, and finally, he gave up. He couldn't keep doing this anymore. He had to make his move, even if it meant getting rejected.

With determination in his eyes he stood up, and walked over to that bar next to the grizzly. The bartender, a large bearded polar bear, looked at him to see if Baily was coming for him, but when he saw the nearly full beer in his hand, he ignored him and went back to cleaning glasses. The bar was mostly dead at this time of day. Baily looked at his reflection in the Budwiser mirror behind the bar, he was still in his dark blue electric company t-shirt and his jeans still had grass stains on them from where he'd trugged through a swamp all day. He knew he must smell like a boy's locker room, but he hoped the old bear's cigar smoke and the scent of stale spilled beer on the floor would cover it up. He was trying to think of something to say to the bear, when the older critter spoke up before he had the chance.

The bear didn't look towards him, he didn't even glance at him in the mirror, no, he just looked forward as smoke rolled from his muzzle and he spoke, "Ya know, I'm not blind."

That made a shiver run up the badger's spine, and he quickly blurted out, "What?"

That bear turned towards the younger critter, and leaned up against that wooden bartop. His cigar glowed with a yellow ember as he took a soft pull from it. He reached up and took the cigar from his muzzle, and he casually took a sip from his amber colored beer before letting the smoke roll from his mouth. "You've come in here every Thursday night for the last month and watched me. You sit in that corner booth and just stare at me like a hungry boy eyes a stake." The bear took another sip from his beer and his eyes trace up and down the younger critter in front of him, and he continued. "I guess the real question is, just what makes a younger fellow like you eye a big old bear like me? What drew you to me? How masculine I looked? Was it the scent of my smoke? Maybe you just liked seeing me slide my fingers over this cigar?"

The bear watched as the insides of the badger's ears turned red, and the old grizzly grinned. "I'm guessing it was some combo of them," the bear slid his lips around the cigar again, drawing in a nice long slow pull from it. He leaned in, and let the smoke roll from his nose, before he asked, "Ever enjoyed a cigar like this, boy? Or have you only eyed guys like me who smoke them."

The badger's stubby ears folded back, and he wasn't sure what to do. He hadn't expected the bear to be so forward. His heart thumped, and his cock surged. He'd been talking himself up to be rejected, and now he wasn't even sure what was happening. So he said the first thing that popped into his mind, "No, I can't say I've ever had one."

"Then I might as well pop that cherry tonight, this first one will be on me." the bear said with a soft growl.

Baily wasn't sure how to take that comment, so he just chuckled nervously. He watched as that bear balanced his cigar on the edge of his ashtray, that cigar not even teetering as he let it go and opened his leather vest. He reached inside and pulled out carbon colored leather slip case, one big enough for four cigars. He pulled the two pieces of the case apart, and inside three dark brown label-less cigars remained. He pulled one out, before sliding the case back together and slipping it back into his vest's internal pocket. The bear reached into the pocket on the other side and pulls out a rectangular black piece of plastic and metal, he flipped a switch on the side, and the ends with the worn rubber popped out, revealing the circular hole in the center. He slid the rounded tip through the hole in the center of the cutter, and with a quick snap he made a precise cut, leaving just the right amount of shoulder.

The grizzly looked over his shoulder at the polar bear bartender, "Hey Chuck! Get us something better than the piss water you serve to the yokels."

The white bear chuckled, and in his deep voice he said, "Coming right up, Buck."

The grizzly turned back to the boy, and his eyes locked with his, staring right into those brown orbs. He leaned forward, the tip of that cigar just inches away from that boy's muzzle. Baily looked into that grizzly's eyes; even those seemed so strong and dominant. As he looked into them his heart only beat faster, and that man of his dreams only got more perfect. It wasn't until Chuck set down a beer next to him that he got the hint of what the older grizzly wanted. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter. It was a metal fliptop, and he flicked it open. Baily tried to light it once, then twice, and it wasn't until the third spin of the thumbwheel that it finally sparked and lit the flame.

The badger's paws shook a little, making the flame dance back and forth. A hand came up and grasped the younger critter's, holding it still, as Buck looked deep into that boys eyes. Without breaking his gaze he leaned into that flame, centering it on the end of the cigar. He squeezed his lips closed around the end in his mouth and began to take long slow draws as he lit the cigar in his muzzle. Smoke rolled from Buck's nose, before he leaned back, the end of the cigar still on fire. He took a long drawn out drag, letting the smoke fill his muzzle and that flame turn into a bright red ember.

The bear let go of Baily's wrist, and the boy snapped the lighter closed, before slipping it back into his pocket. Buck grabbed the cigar in his muzzle with his thumb and index finger, and spun it around to offer the non-lit end to the badger. "Alright, open your mouth give me your paw. Just lightly hold it and draw it up to your lips. And, don't clench your teeth on it, don't bite it down. Don't' let TV fool ya you just want it to rest on your lips. Now puff, boy."

Baily leaned forward and took it into his muzzle, and started to inhale, taking that deep rich smoke across his tongue and into his lungs, he felt a tickle in his throat, and he pulled back as exhaled the smoke and gave a wet cough.

The bear chuckled, "yeah, it isn't a cigarette, boy. Try it again, and don't take it into your lungs. Just think of it like when you have yourself a nice mouthful of cool water, but don't swallow. Draw it in with your tongue, let that smoke slowly spill and gather at the back of your throat and hold it."

Baily nodded, and tried again, leaning forward and wrapping his lips around the end of the cigar again. He pulled the smoke in, and he shuddered as he felt a paw slide onto his knee. The taste danced around his tongue, that warm smoke pooling in his muzzle as the bear spoke, "Taste that? Better than chocolate, sweeter than licorice. Keep holding, good. Now just part your lips and slowly push that smoke out, let it roll out." Buck pulled the cigar away and Baily did just as he was told. The smoke rolled from his muzzle, his mouth tingling as the smoke left, that taste lingering on his tongue.

"That taste on your tongue? It'll stay there for a good while so don't you go ordering anything that'll drown it out," Buck saw Chuck from the corner of his eye as he set down two beers down. The grizzly turned towards the polar bear, "and speak of the devil. Thanks Chuck, just keep them coming and put them on my tab."

"Sure thing Chuck," the bear said as he went to go take care of something, leaving the badger and grizzly alone.

Baily took a drink of the new amber beer, letting the flavor roll across his tongue, mixing with the tingling sensation and aftertaste of the cigar, he swallowed and let that cold liquid cool the back of his throat. Buck grinned, and handed the cigar back to the badger. The bear picked up his own, tapping the ash from the end into the tray before taking another drag. Buck's paw kept tight on that boy's leg, starting to softly rub it, "now why don't you tell me about yourself. I want to know the boy who's been looking at me for the past few weeks."

The two talked as a few regulars started to come in. Every now and again they'd glance at the pair at the bar who were getting just a tad too close for any other bar, but in this one it was normal. Their eyes still made Baily blush, more so when that bear had his paw sliding up his inner thigh and he was teasing the outline of his shaft that was throbbing there. They drank, beer after beer mixing with the taste of cigar as it got the fur around their muzzles sticky, and it loosened both of them up.

Soon that boy was sliding his own paw along that bear's thigh, leaning in close as that bear talked, smoke swirling around them. The bar was starting to come alive around them, the music had turned on so they'd have to stay close if they wanted to talk. Finally that bear took a long drag of his cigar, and leaned up and blew smoke into one of the badger's black rounded ears, before whispering, "So tell me, boy. You ever imagine what I taste like? How I'd feel in your mouth?"

That badger squirmed, his ears burning brightly as he blushed. "A few times," he admitted, the alcohol in his system making him more honest than he normally would be.

"And just what were you doing when you imagined having me in your muzzle, boy?" The bear asked as he slid his paw up and squeezed the badger's crotch.

Baily panted and he took a quick swig of his beer, before he finally answered, "mostly while I was jacking off..."

That got a chuckle from the bear, and it made him grind his paw into that boy's crotch. "Well I'll tell you what, since I've already let you experience one taste tonight with the cigar, why don't I let you have another? Why don't you get down on your knees, pull that cock of yours out, and suck on my big old bruin dick? Get a taste of a real man to dance across your tongue."

"What? I can't do that, everyone would see me... I'd be able to see them looking at us," the badger said, before grinding his crotch into the bear's rubbing paw.

"Well, why don't I blindfold you then? Then you wouldn't be able to see anyone, and you'd be able to do nothing but focus on my taste and scent. What's that old saying? 'Out of sight out of mind'? If I do that, the only thing you'll need to have your mind focused on is the cock in your muzzle."

Baily opened his mouth to protest, but the only thing that came out was, "I'll do it."

The bear grinned and reached up to scratch between the younger critter's ears, "good boy." Buck reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a fresh handkerchief. He grabbed two of the corners, letting the red fabric hang down in a triangle, then with practiced ease he flicked his wrists and that triangle wrapped around itself and turned into the perfect blindfold. He leaned forward and slid the center around the badger's eyes, the red popping against Baily's white and black fur as the badger reached behind his head and tied the two ends together.

The badger's heart pumped, and his cheeks felt red hot as he felt the bear move towards his belt buckle, he knew anyone could see, but he couldn't bring himself to tell the bear to stop. He just wanted this to happen too bad. The bear undid his pants, pulling them apart so he could rub that badger's throbbing pole through his blue briefs, before reached up to hook his elastic with his finger, pulling it down as his other paw slid in to pull out that badger's throbbing cock and his churning white balls. Baily whimpered as he felt his cock pulsing in the air, wondering if there was anyone watching already, but those thoughts only made his cock throb more.

"Okay boy," the bear whispered, "on your knees and you'll get a taste of the cock you've been jacking off thinking about."

Baily felt a firm paw on his shoulder, guiding him down, he slipped off the barstool, and got on his knees in front of the bear. He heard Buck fumbling with belt, and then he smelled it. He could smell that rich thick bear musk as the bruin's shaft pulsed just inches away from his nose. He felt a paw rubbing on the back of his head, and then he heard the bear growl lustfully, before saying. "Go on boy, get a good feel for it before you suck on it."

Baily felt his knees grind into the tile floor, he could smell the bar around him, the scents of the other patrons mixing with the scent of the bear. He couldn't believe he'd gone from just watching this bear from afar to being on his knees in front of him in just a few short hours, regardless he was going to enjoy every single moment this meeting had to offer. He reached forward, his paws sliding up the big bear's thighs, before he finally found that pole of flesh pulsing out from the big bruin's groin. He slid his fingers along it, just letting himself feel that hot slick flesh, before he wrapped his thumb and index finger around it's base to figure out it's girth, it wasn't a beercan thick dick but it wasn't not pencil dick either. He could tell it was just at that perfect size he loved. His other paw reached forward and he cupped Buck's balls next. The badger audibly gasped as he felt how heavy that sac was in his paws, they were huge, and he felt himself squirm as he thought about how good they'd feel slapping against his ass.

He let himself enjoy that big bruin for a moment, his fingers sliding over that flesh, stroking it, getting to know it, before he felt the paw on the back of his head urging him forward, "alright, now why don't you get to it boy? Get a taste for that dick you jacked off thinking about."

Baily's mouth was practically watering as he leaned forward, nosing at the tip of that guy's shaft, before he curled his lips over his teeth, and slid down that musky bear shaft. He groaned as that salty flesh taste rolled across his tongue, and he slowly worked his way down that throbbing cock. He felt his chin tap against those massive balls as the tip of that bruin's shaft ticked the back of his throat, his dick fitting perfectly as if it was made for that badger's muzzle. The badger shuddered and took in a deep breath through his nose, getting a nice strong whiff of that bear's musk right from his crotch, a faint smoky kick to it.

He started to bob his head up and down, being careful not to make too much noise, wondering if anyone had seen them yet. He wondered if the bartender was going to kick them out, but those thoughts faded as he felt the bear rub between his ears, and lean down to whisper, "that's a good boy, just keep sucking on my dick. Just focus on making me happy, and getting a nice thick load into that pretty muzzle of yours."

The badger shuddered with that and his cock pulsed, begging to be touched, he reached down to stroke it, when a booted foot knocked his hand out of the way. "Ah, ah, ah, boy, I said get that dick out, I never said anything about touching it. You won't get to cum until I say so, if you do I might just take my cock out of your muzzle, zip up, and walk away. After all, why would I want a bad boy to wrap his lips around my dick?"

The way Buck was talking to him made something inside of Baily just want to give in, and do everything he could to make that bear happy. So he held back, his paw sliding up to grip on the bear's knee to make sure it kept away from his dick. He felt that bear's boot rub across his balls, teasing them with the tip, before sliding along his dripping length. "There we go. That's better."

Baily kept bobbing his head, focusing only on the dick in his muzzle, and the taste rolling across his tongue as those scents swirled in his nose. His whole body shook, but he froze as he heard Chuck's voice. "He's an eager one, isn't he?"

"Yeah, I had a feeling he would be," the bear said contently as he urged the badger to keep bobbing his head. Baily went back to it, whimpering as he felt that boot tip press into his balls, just lightly squeezing his orbs between his body and that hard black leather.

"He's a little over dressed though, isn't he? If he's going to be on his knees in a bar he should really be out of those clothes," Chuck rumbled, and the badger's nose twitched as he smelled the polar bear's aroused scent start to mix with the grizzly's he was currently bobbing his head on.

"I guess you're right, he would look so much better in nothing but his underwear," the grizzly growled, "Hey Chris! Get this kid out of his clothes... but leave the underwear on."

"Sure Buck," said a voice from a couple of seats down. A few second later Baily felt something cold slide down across his fur from the back of his neck to the base of his tail, he could hear the sound of shredding fabric as it went, before that cold metal found its way to his shoulders and sliced off the arms of his shirt. The creature behind him yanked off the shreds of his shirt, before he leaned down yanked off the badger's boots and socks. The he started to work off the badger's pants, sliding them down to his knees, before lifting Baily up a bit and then sliding them off with ease. Leaving the badger in nothing but his tight icy blue briefs.

Baily whimpered around that big bear's dick, he liked that shirt, but the thought of how not only he was he sucking someone's dick in the middle of a bar but everyone was actually just as into it. His mouth fluttered around that grizzly's dick, and he thrust forward, his cock sliding across the leather of Buck's boot. The grizzly growled and he thrust forward into that boy's muzzle, "careful boy, if you cum before I say you can, I'm gonna have to punish you."

Those words made Baily shudder and his head bob faster, the insides of his black rounded ears burning bright red as he bounced up and down on that bear's dick, enjoying the taste as those little globs of pre danced across his tongue, he heard the bear above him growl, and then he felt a pair of paws grip his head tight. "You ready boy? Ready to get a nice thick bear load into that pretty muzzle of yours?" Buck growled.

Baily just mumbled an agreement around that big bear's dick. Buck slipped off his barstool, and he stood with his legs apart as he started to thrust forward. He held the badger's head in place, while his balls slapped against that horny young critter's chin. Baily's balls churned with their thick load while he thought about how the bear's cum would feel across his tongue. The bear roared, and Baily whined happily as he tasted that bear's cum as it shot into his muzzle, swallowing it down as quickly as it came. He felt Buck's thrusts slow, and soon that bear was just holding that badger's head so his nose was pressed right into his crotch fluff, letting that badger boy do nothing but inhale his rich deep musk.

The bear above him panted, and he pulled out, his cock slipping from that badger boy's well-bred muzzle. Baily gasped for breath, his legs shaking, he want up to undo his blindfold when the grizzly stopped him. "Ah, ah, ah, boy, you have a lot more work to do before that gets taken off. You riled up all these horny men, and that's not going to come off until each one of them dumps a load into your muzzle."

Baily took a deep breath in through his nose, and then he finally smelled it, that scent starting to cut through the other scents in the bar. There were at least a dozen men around him, their cocks all out and being primed by their paws. "But..." Baily went to protest before a finger pressed to his lips.

"You wanna cum, don't you boy? Then you'll have to do just as I say, besides," the bear grinned and he toe of his boot slide across the underside of that young badger's cock, "this seems to like the idea. And you want to be a good boy, don't you?"

Baily knew he should say no, but there was a part deep down inside of him that couldn't. He wanted to be a good boy for this bear too much, so instead he just said, "Okay, whatever you want."

Baily heard a dark chuckle above him, and the bear leaned down to whisper in one of his ears. "Those are dangerous words to say around me, but if you insist..." Baily gulped, and then the bear continued, "Now open your muzzle wide boy, and get ready to swallow."

The bear leaned back, and the badger did as he was told. A few seconds later he tasted beer starting to splash across his tongue, and he started to swallow. But as more of that amber liquid ran across his tongue he tasted something mixed in with it. The taste of that big bruin's musk, and that's when he realized what the bear must have been doing. Buck was pouring the last of his bear over his shaft, washing off that mixture of spit and cum and letting it drain right into the badger's muzzle. Baily shuddered at the thought as that musky amber liquid drained into his belly. When Buck finished, stray drops of beer clung to the edge of Baily's fur, and some had dribbled onto the badger's belly.

Next he felt himself dragged out from the bar, and as he sniffed the air he realized why. The patrons had all circled around him, and he blushed as he smelled and heard them all beating their meat to the sight of him on his knees. His muzzle was still wide open as Buck rubbed the back of his head, "that's a good boy, now here comes the second person that's gonna be filling your muzzle tonight."

A few seconds later he smelled the thick rich scent of polar bear in front of his muzzle, and his ears perked up as he realized who that scent belonged to, the bartender Chuck. He felt that cock thrust forward, and he wrapped his lips right around it, and above him he heard the polar bear mumble, "that is one soft muzzle ya got there kid."

The praise made the badger's cock twitch, and he felt a boot slide across his length again and then the grizzly leaned down and whispered into his ear. "Pace yourself boy, you got a long way to go."

The polar bear took his time breeding that boy's muzzle, his big white balls slapping on Baily's chin as Buck whispered dirty things into that badger's ears. That bear came with a loud roar, that thick load spraying across the badger's tongue. The polar bear pulled out and Baily was ordered to keep his muzzle open as the polar bear poured beer over his dick and into that boy's muzzle just like Buck had. Baily only got a few seconds to catch his breath, before another hard dick was shoved into his muzzle, his head held still as it pounded away at his black and white face.

The dicks thrusted in and came, the time it took to blow them decreasing as the men, who had been edging themselves waiting for their turn, finally got to fill his muzzle. Each one cumming and then pouring more beer over their dicks into the boy's muzzle, all of it mixing with those fresh loads of cum. Buck rubbed the boy's jaw, making sure it didn't get too sore as he rubbed the badger's cock with his boot to make sure that boy stayed nice and hard as he moved from cock to cock, getting a taste for all those different men.

After the sixth, the badger finally got a bit of a breather, and he gasped as he felt Buck's paw wrap around his shaft and start to give it a few long slow strokes. "Ready for something new boy?"

Baily panted and nodded, the bear rubbing at the back of his head, he heard the ruffling of pants, and his nose twitched as he smelled something musky in front of his nose. "Now start licking, and don't stop until I tell you."

Baily wondered what he meant, but he soon found out as he was pushed forward he felt two fuzzy ass cheeks around his muzzle and he felt a puckered hole press against his lips. His eyes went wide behind that blindfold, and he struggled a bit, but when Buck whispered in his ear, "Now be a good boy," he simmered down. He shuddered, this was always something on his 'never list', but he couldn't find a real reason to pull away. He'd already had his muzzle bred in the middle of a bar by seven guys, what was licking some guys tailhole compared to that? So he obediently started to lick, that musky flavor rolling across his tongue as he felt that puckered hole start to relax under his licks. The creature above him moaned from the badger's lapping tongue. Then Baily felt Buck's paws take his own and guide them up so he could play with the big critter's balls and stroke that other man's shaft.

The badger's eyes were closed tight as he pleasured that unknown critter in three places at once, his tongue sliding into that creature's tail hole as his paw slowly stroked up and down on hid shaft as he rolled those large balls over his fingers. The grizzly leaned in and whispered into his ear, "you are such a natural at this boy, and such a good boy too. Most boys need to have their arms twisted to rim someone for the first time, but not you, you gave in with just from having me whisper in your ear. It just shows what a good boy you are, how you like doing everything I say because you know just how good it'll feel to give in and submit. I knew you'd be like that. The way you looked at me just told me you were a subby little bitch needing someone to take the reins and yank you around. Isn't that right boy?"

The drunk badger just mumbled a yes as his tongue probed that unknown man's puckered hole, he felt Buck's boot press into his balls again, the heavy rubber lugs trapping those fuzzy orbs to the ground. Bailey groaned as that soft pain surge through him, making the experience all the more intense. The badger's fingers squeezed that other man's shaft harder as he jacked him off and rimmed him. He groaned into that guy's ass, his cock begging to be touched, knowing he was only going to get off once every single one of these men had cum from his muzzle. Whether that be sucking their dicks or eating them out like in the case of this large critter in front of him.

He felt those big balls pull up in his palm, and then he felt his paws pushed away from the big unknown critter's cock as he grabbed a hold of his own flesh. He heard him say, "Grab me that beer." In his rough voice, and he felt those balls shake in his paw as the critter jacked himself off, roaring as he came.

The grizzly whispered, "Keep licking, and get ready for a drink."

The badger did as he was told, and then he tasted beer rushing across his tongue, a thick salty flavor too it, and he blushed realizing even though he was eating out that critter's ass, he was still going to have to drink his cum that had been mixed with that amber liquid. He licked it up as he rimmed the bear, those musky bitter flavors dancing across his tongue. The badger pulled his head back and rubbed between his ears. "Good boy," be praised before he said, "next!"

The rest of those cocks ran together in a blurr in the drunk badger's mind, cock after cock pounded in his muzzle, mixing with the beer and cum already in there. His jaw ached, his nose could smell nothing but cum, beer, and smoke as it all rested heavy in the fur on his face. His lips hurt from where he'd had them slid over his teeth, and his balls felt so blue that he felt like the simplest touch could make them spew across the floor.

Finally the last dick came into his muzzle, and when that critter pulled out Baily gasped for air. He panted, his face sore, and his belly sloshing with cum and beer. He groaned, and he couldn't believe his ears when that badger leaned down, and whispered, "Alright boy, every man in this bar has got to cum into your muzzle. You can finally spill that seed." The badger moved in front of him, and he pressed his boot into the boy's balls again. "But it has to go right back inside of you when it comes out, so you're going to shoot across my boot and then lick it off."

The grizzly undid the boy's blindfold, and he looked around the bar at all those men were in different states of arousal around him, some with their cocks still limp and sticky with beer and cum, others having paired off to suck, stroke, or fuck each other, but they all kept their eyes on the kneeling badger in the middle of the bar.

That big bear loomed over him, stroking his meat as he looked down at Baily, he grinned, and said. "Better get to it boy before I change my mind."

Baily didn't have the energy to come up with a witty comeback, so he just grabbed a hold of his meat and the badger pushed his paw away with the toe of his boot. "Nope, if you want to cum, you're going to do it by thrusting against my boot, with that cock spewing just from the feeling of that leather against your flesh."

The idea made Baily's already engorged cock surge, and he whimpered as he squeezed onto that badger's leg, blushing as he saw those men around them all glaring at him, enjoying the sight of that badger boy thrusting against that bear's boot as he stroked his meat above him. Baily shuddered as he felt that hard leather rubbing against his cock, his white balls tapping against it as the men around them cheered and egged him on.

"Aww yeah! Show us how much of a bitch you are!"

"Look at that ass flex, unf! I would love to pound that thing..."

"I bet he's going to cum so hard over those boots."

"Come on badger boy! Squirt over that real man's boots!"

The badger whimpered, squirming as he desperately tried to cum, he felt himself drawing close. His eyes closed tight as he whined into the grizzly's leg as his balls pulled up tight, and after the hours of teasing and edging he finally shot his heavy load across that man's boot. Jet after jet slapping into that black leather as the badger whined and panted. His whole body shuddering as he finally got that relief he'd spent all night earning. He had a goofy grin spread across his muzzle, and he sighed contently as his dick dripped the last of his cum across that leather.

The bear scratched between his ears, "now lick it up, boy."

The badger dropped to his paws, and he looked at the massive amount of cum he'd shot across the boots that belonged to the bear of his dreams. He leaned forward, licking up every single last drop of his cum, before he gave those boots a kiss, and sat back up, looking up at the bear.

"Alright, I think you've earned this. I bought it just in case you turned out to be what I thought you were, and you proved me so right," the bear reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a simple black leather collar with a silver D-ring. He slid it around the badger's neck, and clasped it around his neck. That black leather popping against the white stripes on the badger's neck.

Buck slipped his finger in that D-ring and pulled up the badger's head so he'd look at him. He grinned, his pearly white teeth showing. "I'm keeping you."

Baily gulped, wondering what the bear meant by those words, but deep down inside he knew what ever happened after this was going to be just as amazing as this night had been. He was going to be Buck's good boy no matter what.