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Don grunted as he lowered his bulk into his silver BMW, clutching his black overcoat close as the January wind picked up and cut through him like an icy knife. He turned the heat all the way up as he pulled out of the parking garage and turned toward home. He was exhausted; it had been a long day. In fact, it had been a long and exhausting few months, starting back in November when he asked Jake to join his family for Thanksgiving.

He'd had misgivings about the idea, knowing how judgemental his parents could be, but he hadn't wanted the white wolf to feel like he was trying to hide their relationship or anything like that. And to his credit, Jake tried his best to impress the two older, rich bears: everything from making sure his tattoos were as covered as possible, wearing a suit (a dark blue with white pinstripes that made Don's jaw drop when he first saw him), and cranking his accent up to the max in order to effectively regale them with jasmine-scented tales of nights on the bayou. The big brown bear chuckled to himself remembering asking him if any of those were true, with the wolf only shrugging and saying "I'll never tell" as a reply.

Unfortunately, the pleasantries ended after dinner once the wolf excused himself to use the rest room. He hadn't even been gone for ten seconds before they starting in suggesting he was too low class for Don and asking when this homosexual "phase" of his would end and he'd settle down with a nice upper-class girl. The bear was practically shaking with anger, bolting up from his chair as Jake walked back in and grabbed his arm, pulling him to the front door and leaving without saying a word. The car ride back to his brownstone was terrible, filled with awkward silence as he fumed and the wolf rubbed the part of his arm the bear had grabbed. Later that night they would find out he'd gripped so tight he actually bruised the white wolf, and he was so racked with guilt over it big circular tears fell unchecked from his eyes as he begged Jake's forgiveness, which Jake gave but only with the caveat he not bottle up his anger like that again.

Don hadn't spoken to his parents since that night, even going so far as to send a cold e-mail to let them know he refused going to their typical Christmas celebration the next month in lieu of calling. Instead, he opted to spend a wonderful Christmas morning exchanging gifts and cuddles with Jake before they went out for a delicious Chinese dinner with Andrew and Katie, who'd finally started officially dating. Holidays with his family were always such an uptight, uncomfortable affair, he really couldn't remember the last time he felt so relaxed and at home on a Christmas day, like he'd finally found where he belonged.

Then came that perfect night a few days later; New Years' Eve. They'd come out to the town square for the annual New Year's' celebration, and it really couldn't have been more picturesque. Everyone was in high spirits, standing about with a light snow drifting serenely down from up above despite it not being too terribly cold. They'd stared deeply into each other's eyes as the countdown dwindled from 10 to 1, their lips meeting in a kiss Don wished would last forever as the clock hit Midnight. At 12:01 Jake looked up into the bear's round face and tentatively asked if they could move in together. Don couldn't possibly have said "yes" fast enough. They then promptly drove back to Don's place (well, their place, now) to ring in the New Year the best way they knew how.

The big brown bear found himself smiling as he pulled into his parking space in front of the brownstone they now shared, completely happy with the fact his Jake would always be there when he pulled up from now on. The white wolf had taken the day off work to finish unloading his stuff from the myriad boxes that had be stacked around the living room and Don was excited to see the progress. That excitement dwindled, however, as he stepped into the entrance hall and heard the familiar grunts and groans of Soul Calibur 2 emanating forth from the living room. 'Uh oh, sidetracked,' he thought to himself as he took off his heavy coat and hung it up in the hall closet, so it was a pleasant surprise when he walked in to see there were just a few boxes scattered here and there left. He stood and chuckled quietly to himself before making his presence known, seeing how cute the smaller fur looked. He was sitting crosslegged on the floor in nothing but a pair of plaid lounging pants, frantically pounding the buttons on the controller in his hands and moving his upper body wildly like a kid.

"I see you're hard at work," Don said suddenly, causing the wolf to make a small squeal of surprise as his head snapped around.

"Hey, Papa Bear" he said with a smile on his face, "didn't hear ya come in. I was just takin' a quick break before finishing up."

The big bear took a seat on the couch directly behind him, loosening his tie, and Jake scooted until his back was propped between the huge slacks-enshrined legs. He leaned down and kissed the purple mohawk on top of his head and placed his massive hands on his shoulders as the wolf continued playing. "That's fine, babe. How do you feel about playing against a non-computerized opponent?"

"I'd love to," Jake said, pausing the game so he could go back to the main menu.

"Ok, just give me a couple minutes to change." ********************************************************************** A short time later, the two furs found themselves at a standstill. Don, now in just a pair of black nylon shorts and plain white shirt and sitting on the floor beside his boyfriend, won the first fight with Ivy against Jake's Necrid, while the white wolf won the second with Voldo against the brown bear's Seigfried.

"Mmm, bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, two strikes, three balls. I love cliches," Jake said cheerfully as they were selecting their characters for the tie-breaker.

"So do I, so with that in mind how about the ultimate cliche and we make this interesting," the bear said, an eyebrow cocked mischievously.

"What did you have in mind?"

"How about if I win this last round, we head downstairs and I reintroduce you to my little friends wax and ice?"

Jake chewed his bottom lip for moment, thinking his options over, when his face suddenly brightened and he bounced slightly in place. "Ok," he said, "if you win I'll let you do that, but if I win, we head downstairs and YOU are the one who ends up tied up and tickled for 1 hour!"

The bear noticeably blanched at that, his stomach fluttering nervously. "M...m...me?"

"Yep," he replied, nodding enthusiastically. He didn't actually expect Don to go through with it, he was more curious than anything else just to see how he would react, so he was surprised to hear the big bear response.

"Ok, let's do it!" They shook hands and turned back to the selection screen, each choosing their best character; Don chose Astaroth, Jake chose Cervantes.

Don immediately regretted his agreeing to the bet Jake issued as he was soundly destroyed in Round 1, and despite winning Round 2, making them even once more, he knew it was mostly luck. As they started Round 3, it became readily apparent he might need to employ some slightly underhanded tactics if he wanted to stay on the right side of the feather.

The bear stretched his legs out in front of him and wiggled his thick toes, hoping that his big bear feet right in his field of vision would distract the smaller wolf just enough to turn the tide in his favor. At first it appeared to be working, Jake making some pretty huge mistakes that allowed Don to get his health bar down to just below half, before the wolf steeled his focus and quickly got the large fur down to just a quarter of his life bar. It was at that point Don pulled out all the stops and dropped his controller so he could scrape his blunt claws firmly against the tender wolf sole just a few inches away from him. He succeeded in making the wolf shriek with laughter, but unfortunately for him instead of the controller falling from his hands, like Don had hoped, Jake frantically slammed his thumbs onto several buttons at once and accidentally unleashed a flurry of combos. Both of them sat in momentary shock, staring at the 'Cervantes Wins' screen, until the wolf let out a triumphant howl.

"Boom baby, that's how we do! So good even a cheat-tickle can't stop me, son!" He was about to go on further with his teasing, but one look at the bear's frightened face stopped him dead in his track and made him feel like a real ass.

"Hey," he said gingerly, "let's just forget about the bet. I didn't really think I was gonna win so there's no need to go through with it."

Don gave serious thought to taking the out he was being given, but he was always taught that if you make a bet you stick with it no matter what, so he put on a brave face and stood up from the floor.

"Nope, we made a bet and I'm going to honor it. Plus as the tickler I should be able to take at least a little of what I dish out, and an hour is nothing compared to what I've done to you. So let's hurry up and get down there before my nerve fails me." ******************************************************************** Don wished his nerve HAD failed him, but unfortunately for him, given his current position, it was far too late. He was seated on a sturdy wooden chair with a high back, his legs stretched out in front of him, and his thick cankles locked firmly in a heavy set of stocks. His arms were secured out perpendicular to the rest of his body by a T-bar attached to the back of the chair, leathers straps around his wrists and just above his elbows making sure he wasn't able to provide even the slightest amount of protection for his armpits and sides. His being completely naked only served to make him feel that much more helpless, and he was already sweating bullets.

"Ok babe," he heard the wolf say behind him, "I think we're just about ready to start."

He walked around to the front of Don's field of vision holding the small digital timer they used all the time for their dungeon play and, the bear was terrified to see, a black silk blindfold.

"Just wanted to show you I'm really putting just 1 hour on the timer," he said, turning it around so the nervous bear could see it was in fact set for 1 hour before he slipped the padded fabric over his head and covered his brown eyes.

"Any last words," Jake asked cryptically as he sat down in a smaller chair behind the bound bear.

"Just know you're going to pay for doing this to meheheheheHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

The big chestnut-furred bear had no time to finish as nimble fingers began exploring his sensitive, damp armpits. His large round belly bounced widely up and down as the claws of his lover moved down to poke and prod between his ribs, the intense sensations sending his massive bulk into spasms. The wolf's technique was the random fumblings of someone clearly not use to being the 'ler, but damned if it wasn't effective just the same! Don managed to handle it fairly well, until Jake began kneading and squeezing his chubby flanks.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

"What do ya mean 'stop,' we've only been at it for 20 minutes! And these hips are just begging for a squeeze."

The bear's laughter went up an octave as his boyfriend's fingers gripped and pinched his wide hips. The volume and pitch of his laughter stayed roughly the same as Jake moved around to the front of the bound fur so he had better access to his massive belly. The white wolf chuckled as he watched Don try to suck his stomach up and away from his wiggling fingertips to no avail. Then his hand dipped down between the bear's legs and to the bear's big balls......

"JAKE NO!!!!!!" Don's scream was so loud it actually scared Jake into stopping momentarily. "Jake please," the bear said between heavy pants, "I'm beggin you, please not my balls, anywhere but there!"

"Mrph, fine," Jake said begrudgingly, "I'll just have to spend my time elsewhere."

"What do you mean?"

Don gasped as he felt a hand wrap around his suddenly rapidly hardening cock "Oh, nevermind. HEY! Heheheh why do...hehehahah.... you haaahahahahahahve to ruin it," he croaked out between fits of giggles as the wolf teased his cavernous bellybutton while continuing to stroke his thick meat.

"Am I? What if I make it up to you?" He leaned down and slowly took the bear's entire 10 inches into his hot, wet maw, keeping up the light belly tickling. He found he really liked the sound of combined moans and laughs; he'd only ever heard that particular sound come from himself, never anyone else.

Jake allowed the saliva-moistened cock slip from his mouth and momentarily stayed his tickling fingers so he could straddle the bound bear's lap. He held onto Don's shoulders as he slowly lowered himself onto the brown bear's erect rod, moaning lustily as it burst past the ring of muscle and all the way into him. He raised himself up about halfway and lowered himself down again and again, fucking himself, before his hands darted back up into Don's sweaty pits and tickled again in earnest. The writhing ursine below him screamed with laughter, his nervous system completely overloaded. Don could feel the orgasm building and building up in him, and he was afraid the combination of climax and the tickly vibrations burning through him might be enough to make him pass out.

Apparently the bear had nothing to fear. He bellowed and roared, hips bucking wildly as he shot the most intense load of his life deep in the wolf's guts, in turn making Jake spray hot cum all over the bouncing brown-furred belly in front of him. A few minutes of heavy panting past before Jake could find the strange to ease up off the softening bear cock, eliciting a gasp from Don.

"Wow, that was fucking incredible, Jake," the bear said, still breathing heavily, "that made suffering through the past hour really worth it."

"The last hour, huh? You know we still have 10 more minutes!"

"W...what," Don exclaimed, his heart dropping into his gut.

"10 minutes left, and I haven't touched these beautiful paws once. Let's fix that, shall we?"

In no time at all the bear was once again screaming with laughter loud enough it felt like just one more notch up in volume would shake the floor. Jake had been under those pillowy soft, grey soles plenty of times, but he never noticed just how sensitive they were. He wasn't even using his short, black claws on the desperately-flailing feet, just his own soft fingerpads. He could practically feel the nerves on the bottoms of those massive, wide, flat feet twitching as he tickled everything from the meaty heels to the low arches up to the bases of his sausage-like toes.

Jake let out an audible sigh of disappointment as the timer finally hit the 1-hour mark with a high-pitched 'beep beep beep.' He stood up from his seat and went about the task of releasing the bear, starting with opening the pair of stocks in which his cankles were trapped and ending by sliding the silk blindfold from his eyes. He laid an affectionate paw on the Don's chest and gently rubbed the tan-colored 'X' pattern there.

"You ok, babe? Need some water or anything?"

"You know what I really need," Don asked, his eyes still closed.

"What?"

He let out a short yell as the bear grabbed him around the waist and, with a beguiling speed he thought impossible for such a large creature, switched their positions so he was seated on the bondage device and Don was standing. Before he could blink his arms were bound in the T-position formerly filled by the bear, and his ankles were being locked into the same stocks.

"Hey, this wasn't part of the deal!"

"I have altered the deal, pray I do not alter it more!"

"How dare you 'Star Wars' at me!"

"Hey, I told you I'd make you pay for making me doing that. And I won't be using a timer."