Dogtanian's Faithful Servant
Imported from SF2 with no description.
The sun had long since dipped into the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the rustic streets of France. The air was alive with the sweet scent of blooming lavender and the sound of laughter and music drifting from the nearby taverns. The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the streets, enticing passersby to come and sample the local delicacies. As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, the atmosphere grew more intimate, with candles and lanterns casting a soft, golden light over the cobblestone streets. The sound of clanging swords and raucous shouts echoed through the air, mingling with the smell of smoke and sweat, hinting at the wild and untamed spirit of the musketeers who roamed the land.
Dogtanian, his lungs burning and muscles aching from the rigorous training, turned onto the familiar cobblestone path leading to his humble abode. As Dogtanian stepped into the house, the aroma of roasting meat and herbs enveloped him, a comforting contrast to the metallic tang of sweat and steel that clung to his skin. Planchet turned to greet him, a wide smile spreading across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, Master," he rumbled, his voice like warm honey, "I was beginning to think you'd been captured by those scoundrels and forced to duel until dawn." His gaze swept over Dogtanian, taking in his disheveled appearance, and his smile softened. "Come, sit. Dinner is almost ready. You must be famished after your training." As Planchet turned back to the fire, Dogtanian's eyes lingered on the man, tracing the curve of his voluptuous rear and the breadth of his shoulders. He felt a warmth stir within him, a flicker of desire that was becoming all too familiar when he looked at his servant. But for now, he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the promise of a warm meal and Planchet's company.
As Dogtanian took his first bite of the succulent boar meat, he couldn't help but let out a soft groan of pleasure. The rich, hearty flavors exploding in his mouth were a stark contrast to the austerity of his training, and he found himself savoring each morsel. However, the hardwood chair beneath him was proving to be an unwelcome companion to his already weary muscles. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that would alleviate the growing ache.
Planchet, ever the observant servant, didn't miss Dogtanian's squirming. He set his own plate aside, his eyes filled with concern. "Master," he rumbled, "you seem uncomfortable. Might I suggest a more... accommodating seat?" Before Dogtanian could respond, Planchet stood, his substantial form blocking out the firelight for a moment. He pulled his tunic over his head, revealing the expanse of his bare, brown fur chest. He then knelt down, removing the chair with a swift kick, and turned to face Dogtanian, presenting himself on all fours. "I am your servant, Master," he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice, "use me as you see fit." Dogtanian felt a jolt of surprise, followed by a surge of desire. He looked at Planchet, his eyes tracing the bear's form, a fat ass that can rival Athos, the hanging fat belly and moobs below. A smile played at the corners of his mouth as he stood, his body already responding to the sight before him. "Well, Planchet," he said, his voice teasing, "I do believe I'll take you up on that offer. After all, a true musketeer knows how to make use of his resources. And later, I promise, I'll find a way to reward you for your service." With that, he climbed onto Planchet's back, his hands gripping the other man's ass cheeks, a thrill running through him at the contact. The fire crackled, casting a warm, inviting glow over the scene, as the two men began to dine in a manner that was anything but conventional.
Dogtanian, having finished his meal, sat back, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. As Planchet began to rise, ostensibly to clear the dishes, Dogtanian's hand shot out, landing a firm slap on his servant's plump ass. The sound of the impact echoed through the room, followed by a sharp intake of breath from Planchet. "I did not give you permission to stand, Planchet," Dogtanian chided, his voice playfully stern. Planchet's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He quickly lowered himself back down, as he apologized, "Forgive me, Master. I meant no disrespect."
Dogtanian, his curiosity piqued and desire fanned, stood and unbuckled his belt. The leather whispered through the loops of his breeches, the sound sending a thrill down Planchet's spine. Dogtanian folded the belt in half, the buckle dangling from one end, and walked around to stand in front of Planchet. He looked down at his servant, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Since you seem to have a tendency to act without permission, I think it's high time I taught you a lesson in obedience." With that, he reached down and wrapped the belt around Planchet's head, pulling it tight enough to act as a makeshift bit. Planchet's breath hitched, his eyes wide with surprise and anticipation. "Now, Planchet," Dogtanian said, his voice laced with amusement, "I want you to walk around the house like a good little horse. And mind your manners, wouldn't want you to trip and hurt my property." With a hard slap on Planchet's ass, Dogtanian held on to the belt as he watched Planchet begin to move, his gait careful and measured, his hands held out to his sides like reins. With each step, Planchet's ass swayed, the sight of it making Dogtanian's mouth water. He bit his lower lip, holding back the urge to give in to the primal need growing inside him, at least for now. As Planchet completed another lap, Dogtanian pushed off from his servant's back and reached out, his fingers tracing the belt at Planchet's mouth, "You've been a very good horse, Planchet," Dogtanian whispered against his servant's ear "I think it's time for your reward." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Planchet's ear, making the bear's stubby tail wag as if he was a dog.
Dogtanian led Planchet, still wearing the belt-bit, towards the washroom, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and excitement. The house was quiet, the only sound the soft padding of their feet on the wooden floor and the distant hoot of an owl outside. As they reached the washroom, Dogtanian felt a surge of pride at the sight of the new tub he had commissioned. It was large, its wooden sides carved with intricate patterns, and wide enough to accommodate both their frames. The room was filled with the scent of fresh herbs and the steam from the warm water that Planchet had prepared earlier, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.
Dogtanian unbuckled the belt from Planchet's mouth, running his fingers over the bear's plump lips, Planchet let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering closed as Dogtanian's touch sent shivers down his spine. "I want you to undress me, Planchet," Dogtanian commanded, his voice soft yet firm. Planchet's eyes snapped open, a flicker of desire burning in their depths. He nodded, his hands reaching for the laces of Dogtanian's uniform, his fingers deftly undoing them. As the fabric fell away, revealing Dogtanian's lean chest, Planchet couldn't help but lean in, pressing a soft kiss to the beagle's collarbone. Dogtanian let out a soft gasp, his hands finding their way into Planchet's fur, gripping the bear's shoulders tightly. "Not yet, Planchet," he whispered, his voice strained with desire, "I want us in the tub first. I want to feel your body pressed against mine." Planchet nodded, "Yes Master." He said as he continued to undress Dogtanian. With the last of their clothes on the floor, Dogtanian led Planchet to the tub, helping the bear climb in before joining him. The water was warm, enveloping them in a embrace that was almost as intimate as the one they were about to share. Dogtanian leaned back against Planchet's chest and belly, his eyes closed, a smile playing on his lips as he waited for the bear's touch, Planchet heart pounded as he began to wash Dogtanian with a soft, soapy cloth. He started at the beagle's neck, his large hands gentle as they traced the curve of Dogtanian's shoulders, the play of muscles beneath his skin. Dogtanian let out a soft moan, his head lolling back against Planchet's chest, his eyes fluttering closed. "You have such a beautiful body, Master," Planchet murmured, his voice low and reverent. "So lean, so strong. It's like you were carved by the gods themselves." His hands moved lower, tracing the lines of Dogtanian's chest, his fingers brushing against the beagle's nipples, making him gasp. Dogtanian, in response, turned and reached back and grabbed a handful of Planchet's ass, squeezing the soft flesh, making the bear let out a low groan. "And you Planchet, you have an ass that could make a monk sin." He gave it another squeeze, his fingers digging into the mound of fur and flesh, making Planchet's libido grow ever more, which Dogtanian could feel against his back.
Planchet's hands continued their journey south, washing Dogtanian's abdomen, the muscles there tensing under his touch. He could feel Dogtanian's breath coming in short gasps. When Planchet's hands finally reached Dogtanian's cock, the beagle let out a low growl, his hips bucking forward. "Planchet," he warned, his voice strained, "if you don't stop teasing me, I swear I'll..." His words died in a moan as Planchet wrapped his soapy hand around his length, stroking him slowly. Planchet chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest, "You'll what, Master?" he teased, his hand continuing its languid pace. "You'll what?" he repeated, his voice laced with mischief. Dogtanian, in response, reached back and grabbed Planchet's cock, his hand wrapping around the thick length, making the bear gasp. "I'll make you scream my name, Planchet," Dogtanian replied, his voice filled with promise. "And I'll enjoy every moment of it." With that, he began to stroke Planchet in tandem with the bear's movements, Planchet paused briefly to admire the beagle's endowment. "Master," he murmured, his voice trembling with arousment, "for one so small, you're so massive." Dogtanian let out a soft chuckle, his body tensing as Planchet's hands moved along his Master's foot long cock. "Well, Planchet," he replied in a boastful manner , "I've always believed that size isn't everything. It's what you do with it that counts." He punctuated his words with a firm wet slap on Planchet's ass, making the bear let out a high pitch yelp. "And I intend to show you just what I can do with it." Dogtanian's hands, meanwhile, were not idle. They roamed over Planchet's body, continuously squeezing the soft flesh of his ass, tracing the curve of his belly, his fingers playing with the bear's fat nipples, making him gasp and moan continuously. He marveled at the contrast between their bodies, his own lean and muscled, Planchet's soft and chubby. It was like touching a pillow made for their king, he thought, the rough touch from a hard working man such as himself making his servant squirm. He could feel Planchet's cock, thick and hard, pressing against his lower abdomen, the bear's breath coming in short gasps, his body begging for his Master's touch. Dogtanian urged Planchet to lean his head forward, his lips finding Planchet's ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered, "I can't wait to be inside you, Planchet. For you to feel that thick cock of mine, you're mine Planchet, you belong to me." He punctuated his words with another slap of Planchet's fat ass, making him moan loudly in submission from his master's treatment. "Yes Master." Planchet moaned out "Good, now before that," Dogtanian continued, his voice filled with promise, "I want to taste you. I want to feel you come undone in my mouth." With that, he slid down Planchet's body, his hands never leaving the bear's flesh as they moved to his thighs, his mouth finding its mark.
Dogtanian's descent was slow, his hands gliding over Planchet's body like a sculptor, his fingers tracing the curve of the soft fur, feeling it quiver under his touch as Planchet's moans kept shifting from his body tensing with desire, as Dogtanian's mouth found its way to his inner thigh, his tongue traced a wet path towards his cock. The sight of the beagle's small, eager body between his legs, with a predatory gaze was enough to make Planchet's cock twitch. Dogtanian looked up, his eyes meeting Planchet's, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lick the bead of precum from Planchet's slit, making the bear let out a low moan. "Oh... OOHHH M-Master." Dogtanian's hands, meanwhile, had found their way to Planchet's tailhole, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin around the base, making Planchet squirm. "AHHH Master, please I need it!" Upon hearing his servants begging pleas, Dogtanian leaned in further, his mouth engulfing Planchet's cock, his tongue swirling around the head, his fingers pushing into Planchet's tight ass, making the bear let out a loud, high-pitched moan. Planchet's hands fisted as his body shudder from the beagle working his magic on his cock and tailhole. Dogtanian's mouth was hot and wet, his tongue skilled, as he sucked and teased Planchet's length, his fingers moving in and out of the bear's rectum, stretching him, preparing him. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that threatened to consume him. Planchet's moans filled the room, echoing off the wooden walls, as he bucked his hips, fucking Dogtanian's mouth, "OOOOHH Master y-you, you're amazing, your skills are truly unparalleled!" Dogtanian, meanwhile, looked up at Planchet, his eyes filled with lust and amusement as he watched the bear come undone. He could feel Planchet's body tensing, his cock swelling in his mouth, and he knew the bear was close. He pulled back, his voice a low growl as he commanded, "Cum for me Planchet, that's an order!" With a final, loud moan, Planchet did just that, his body convulsing as he came in Dogtanian's mouth, his tail wagging wildly behind him. Dogtanian swallowed every drop, As Planchet came down from his high, Dogtanian continued to tease and finger him, drawing out a low, whimpering moan. Dogtanian's mouth, now glistening with Planchet's cum, traced his tongue up the bear's belly. He looked up at Planchet, his eyes gleaming with mischief, "You taste delicious, Planchet. Like honey and sweat and something uniquely you." He punctuated his words with a firm slap of Planchet's belly, making the bear let out a soft grunt. Dogtanian, still basking in the afterglow of Planchet's release, began to rise from the tub, his body aching pleasantly from the exertion. However, as he attempted to stand, Planchet's arms wrapped around him, pulling him back into the warmth of the water and the bear's embrace. "Master, please," Planchet murmured, his voice low and pleading, "don't leave me like this. I need more. I need you." Dogtanian looked back at him, his eyes widening in surprise. He had expected the bear to be sated, at least for the moment, but the desire burning in Planchet's gaze was impossible to ignore. A smirk was painted across his face as he teased, "Greedy little bear, aren't you? Always wanting more." He leaned back against Planchet, his voice softening as he continued, "Very well, Planchet. I suppose I can't deny my servant what he so desperately desires. But know this, there will be a price to pay for your indulgence. Later you will owe me a favor. And I assure you, I will collect."
Planchet nodded eagerly, "Anything, Master. I will do anything you ask. Just... please, don't make me wait." Dogtanian stood, turning to face Planchet, water cascading down his lean body, leaving a trail of glistening fur and hard muscles. Planchet's took in the sight of his Master, his cock already hard and ready for what was to come. "I want you on your back, Planchet," he commanded, his voice firm yet gentle. "I want to see your face, I want you to watch me take what's mine." Planchet did as he was told, his large body slumping down to the bottom of the tub with a soft thud. He propped himself up on his elbows, Dogtanian straddled Planchet's hips, his hands resting on the bear's chest. He could feel Planchet's cock, thick and hard, pressed against his ass, he leaned down, his lips capturing Planchet's in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring the bear's mouth. He reached back, his hand wrapping around Planchet's length, positioning it at his entrance, he broke the kiss as their eyes met. "Are you ready, Planchet?" he asked while grinding against his servant . "Yes, Master. I'm ready. I'm yours." With a slow, deliberate movement, Dogtanian began to lower himself onto Planchet's cock, a soft moan escaping his lips as the thick length stretched him, filled him. He took his time, his body tensing and relaxing, allowing Planchet to enter him inch by inch until he finally bottomed out, he let out a soft sigh, a smile playing on his lips. "You feel incredible, Planchet," he moaned, his voice filled with sincerity. "Now, let's see if you can make me scream." With that, he began to move, his hips rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, the bear's cock filled him perfectly, stretching him just enough to send jolts of pleasure through him with each movement. He could feel Planchet's hands, large and warm, gripping his hips, guiding him, urging him on. Dogtanian leaned back, his hands braced against Planchet's thighs, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He could feel the bear's breath on his chest, hot and ragged, as Planchet's moans vibrated through him. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the slapping of skin against skin, the wet sounds of Planchet's cock sliding in and out of Dogtanian's tight hole. Dogtanian's movements grew faster, more urgent, his body chasing the pleasure that was building inside him. He could feel Planchet's cock swelling within him, the bear's body tensing beneath him, he reached down, his hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking it in time with his movements, his eyes locked with Planchet's. Planchet eyes filled with a mix of desire and devotion, his voice tight with the effort of holding back his release. "I'm close Master, I'm so close." Dogtanian, let out a low growl, his movements becoming almost punishing in their intensity. "Then cum, Planchet," he ordered, his voice filled with power. "Cum for your Master. Fill me up with your seed. Planchet did just that, his cock pulsing inside Dogtanian, filling him with his hot, sticky cum. Dogtanian, his own body tensing as he felt Planchet's release, let out a loud cry, his cock pulsing in his hand as he came, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He collapsed forward, his body pressing against Planchet's, their chests heaving as they came down from their high. The room was silent, save for the sound of their ragged breaths, the scent of their lovemaking thick in the air.
As they both caught their breath, Dogtanian lifted himself off Planchet, his body protesting the loss of the bear's warmth. He climbed out of the tub, and grabbed a towel, handing it to Planchet. "Come," he commanded softly, his voice still laced with the remnants of his passion. "Let's get you cleaned up. And then, I want you to massage my body and feet. I'm sure you can manage that, can't you, my little bear?" Planchet, his cheeks still flushed from their exertion, nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving Dogtanian's form as he toweled himself off. "Of course, Master. Anything to serve you." He stood, his large body unfolding from the tub, the water dripping off his fur. He took the towel from Dogtanian, and dried himself off before carrying his Master to his bed, in his arms this time, laying him down as he climbed on top of him enveloping Dogtanian in his warmth before kissing again.
Once they were both settled on the bed, Planchet straddled Dogtanian's legs, his large hands coated in warm, fragrant oil. He started at Dogtanian's shoulders, his thumbs digging into the beagle's muscles, working out the knots and tension from his rigorous training. Dogtanian let out a soft moan, his head lolling back against the pillows, his eyes fluttering closed as Planchet's skilled hands worked their magic. "You have a true talent, Planchet," he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation. "You could make a fortune with hands like these." Planchet chuckled, "Thank you, Master. But I have no desire to touch anyone but you." His hands moved down Dogtanian's back, his fingers tracing the beagle's spine, making him shiver. He then moved to Dogtanian's feet, his large hands wrapping around them, his thumbs pressing into the beagle's arches, making him let out a loud moan. "Oh, Planchet," he groaned, "that feels incredible. Don't stop." Planchet, a satisfied smile on his face, continued his ministrations, his hands working their way up Dogtanian's calves, his thighs, his touch firm yet gentle, his fingers never leaving any inch of skin untouched. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the rustling of the sheets, the occasional moan from Dogtanian as Planchet hit a particularly sensitive spot. As Planchet finished, he leaned down, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of Dogtanian's posterior, making the beagle let out a soft, satisfied sigh. "Thank you, Planchet," he murmured, his eyes still closed. Planchet finishing the massage gave a content smile. "Of course Master." But as he moved to stand, he noticed something that made his heart race and his cock twitch. Dogtanian's erection was clear, as his Master rolled onto his side. Planchet's mouth watered at the sight, his bear instincts stirring, eager to serve his Master in any way he could. He knelt down, his hands gently pushing Dogtanian's legs apart, making room for himself. He looked up at Dogtanian, with pleading eyes. "Master," he murmured, "it seems your body is still in need of my service." He ran a hand up Dogtanian's thigh, his fingers brushing against the beagle's hard cock, making him twitch. "Allow me to attend to this, Master. I want nothing more than to pleasure you." Dogtanian's eyes fluttered open with a smirk as he looked down at Planchet. "Well Planchet, it seems you're very needy today and I as a musketeer must always help those in need. But I warn you, I expect nothing but the best. I won't have my servant leaving me unfulfilled." Planchet nodded eagerly, his hands already pushing the sheet aside, revealing Dogtanian's hard cock. "Of course, Master. I live to serve you." With that, he leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick the bead of precum from the tip of Dogtanian's cock. The taste was salty and sweet, and Planchet let out a low moan of approval. He looked up at Dogtanian, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and submission, "You taste delicious, Master. I can't wait to feel you fill my mouth." With that, he engulfed Dogtanian's cock, his mouth hot and wet as he sucked and teased, his hands moving in tandem with his mouth, working Dogtanian's cock like a professional. Dogtanian let out a loud moan, his hips bucking forward, "Oh, Planchet," he groaned, "you're incredible. Just like that, just like that!" Planchet, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, continued his assault on Dogtanian's cock, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony, his body moving in sync with the beagle's, determined to bring him to the brink and push him over the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet sounds of Planchet's mouth on Dogtanian's cock, the beagle's moans and cries of pleasure, the bear's own grunts and groans as he worked to please his Master.
Dogtanian, his breath coming in short gasps, grabbed Planchet by the ears, his hips snapping forward, his cock sliding in and out of Planchet's mouth with increasing speed, the sound of Dogtanian's balls slapping against his servant's face filled the room, mingling with Planchet's muffled moans of pleasure. The bear's eyes watered, his fingers gripping Dogtanian's thighs tightly as he held on for the ride, his Master's cock hitting the back of his throat with each thrust. Dogtanian's body tensed, his grip on Planchet's ears tightening as the primal urge he had held back was finally being released. "That's it, Planchet," he growled, his voice filled with power, "take it all. Swallow every drop." Planchet, his eyes locked with Dogtanian's, nodded eagerly, he reached down, his hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking it in time with Dogtanian's movements, his eyes never leaving his Master's. Dogtanian came with a loud howl of satisfaction, his cock pulsing in Planchet's mouth as he let out his load, Planchet could almost feel himself choke with how plentiful his Master's load was but he swallowed every drop, his own body convulsing as he came, his cock pulsing in his hand, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Dogtanian, his body still trembling, let go of Planchet's ears, his hands moving to cup the bear's face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had escaped Planchet's eyes. "Good bear," he whispered, his voice filled with affection, "you please your Master so well." Holding Planchet's chin Dogtanian gave another deep French kiss, tasting the remnants of his own cum on the bear's tongue. As they broke apart, Dogtanian smiled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "But now, my dear Planchet, it's time for you to clean up the mess you've made. After all, it's your responsibility as my servant to always keep my weapons clean." Dogtanian, still high on the thrill of dominating Planchet, watched with a satisfied smirk as the bear cleaned his cock with meticulous care. Planchet's tongue was soft and warm, lapping at every inch of Dogtanian's skin, making the beagle shiver with lingering pleasure. "That's a Good bear." Dogtanian said while running his fingers through the bear's fur "I don't think even the king could have a greater servant than you." Planchet's face flushed with joy from his Master's acknowledgment as Dogtanian moved his hand to the back of Planchet's head, guiding him gently. "But I have another task for you."
Dogtanian's smirk widened as he watched Planchet finish cleaning his cock, the bear's devotion evident in every careful lick. "Good boy," he praised, patting Planchet's cheek before pulling away. He then pointed to the bed, his voice firm with command, "Now, bend over the bed, Planchet. Present that fat ass to me." Planchet's eyes widened briefly, but he didn't hesitate to comply, his large body moving with surprising agility. He leaned over the bed, his hands gripping the sheets, his ass pushed out invitingly. Dogtanian's eyes gleamed at the sight, his mouth watering as he took in the bear's soft, round cheeks. He walked over, his fingers tracing the curve of Planchet's ass, making the bear shiver. "So plump and perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation. He then leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick the seam of Planchet's ass, making the bear let out a loud moan. Dogtanian chuckled, his hands gripping Planchet's ass cheeks, pulling them apart to expose the bear's tight hole. "You taste divine, Planchet," he growled, his tongue delving deeper, teasing the sensitive flesh. Planchet's moans grew louder, his body writhing as Dogtanian rimmed him, the beagle's tongue skilled and relentless. Just as Planchet's hand reached down to touch his cock, Dogtanian pulled back, his hand landing a firm slap on the bear's ass. The sound of the impact echoed through the room, followed by a sharp intake of breath from Planchet. "Did I say you could move, Planchet?" Dogtanian chided, his voice playfully stern. "I'm sorry, Master," Planchet apologized, his voice muffled by the bedsheets, "I couldn't help it. It felt too good." Dogtanian smiled, his hand rubbing the spot he had just slapped, soothing the sting. "I know it did, my dear servant. But you should know by now you're not allowed to cum unless I command it, no matter the circumstances. Now, let's try that again, shall we?" With that, he leaned down once more, his tongue resuming its assault on Planchet's ass, his hands gripping the bear's cheeks, keeping him in place. As Planchet's moans filled the room once more, Dogtanian's cock grew hard, aching to take what was his. He stood, his hands gripping Planchet's hips, positioning himself at the bear's entrance. He looked down at Planchet, his eyes gleaming with lust and power. "Are you ready, Planchet?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Yes, Master," Planchet replied, his voice filled with anticipation, "I'm ready. I'm yours." With a slow, deliberate thrust, Dogtanian penetrated Planchet, his cock stretching the bear, filling him completely. Planchet cried out as if he were a virgin taking his first time, his body tensing as he adjusted to the beagle's size. Dogtanian gave him a moment to adjust before beginning to move, Dogtanian's assault on his servant's ass was rough and fierce claiming him as his cock went in and out of Planchet's tight hole. His movements were feral, punishing, Dogtanian's cock slammed into Planchet's ass with increasing speed and force. Each thrust was punctuated by a firm slap to the bear's plump ass, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room, mingling with Planchet's desperate moans. "I love your cock Master," Planchet yelled out, his voice filled with need, "I'm honored to take the cock of such a great cavalier. I need it, I need you!" Dogtanian grinned, he leaned on to his servant, mounting him with his smaller frame and began thrusting forward with such force that Planchet's body slid up the bed with each thrust. Leaning over the bear, his hand wrapping around Planchet's throat, his fingers squeezing just enough to make the bear gasp. "Is this what you want, Planchet?" he growled, "To be used like a little slut? To be fucked until you can't walk?" Planchet, his eyes glazed with desire, nodded eagerly, "Yes, Master. Please, use me. I'm yours to do with as you please." Dogtanian's lips quirked up in a cruel smile, his hand slapping Planchet's ass again, leaving a bright red handprint behind. "Then beg for it, Planchet. Beg for your Master's cock." Planchet, without hesitation, did just that, his voice filled with desperation as he pleaded, "Please, Master, fuck me. Fuck me like the little slut I am. I need your cock, I need you to fill me up. Please, Master, please." The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of flesh and desire, as Dogtanian continued to pound into Planchet's ass, Planchet's vocal screams of pleasure were only rivaled by Dogtanian's pelvis slapping against his cheeks as his Master's grip on his hips tightened, his cock swelling within the bear, his body tensing as he neared his release. Planchet, his own body shaking with the force of Dogtanian's thrusts, begged for more, his voice filled with desperation, "Cum in me, Master. Please, cum in my fat ass. Breed me, Master. Fill me up." With a final, brutal thrust, Dogtanian did just that, his cock pulsing within Planchet, filling the bear's ass with another plentiful load. Planchet feeling his Master's load pushed into his ass cried out once again this time to signify his own cum shot beneath his massive frame. Dogtanian collapsed onto Planchet's back, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. As they both came down from their high, Dogtanian leaned in, his lips pressing a soft kiss to Planchet's neck, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and affection, "You did well, Planchet. You pleased your Master greatly." Planchet, a content smile on his face, replied, "Thank you, Master. It was my pleasure to serve you."
The sun streamed in through the window, casting a golden glow over the disheveled sheets and the two bodies entwined within them. Dogtanian stretched, his muscles protesting the exertion of the previous night, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He looked down at Planchet, the bear's large form sprawled out beside him, his chest rising and falling with each soft snore. The sight of his servant, so vulnerable and at peace, filled Dogtanian with a warmth that had nothing to do with the morning sun. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of Planchet's cheek, marveling at the softness of the bear's fur. "Good morning, my little bear," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. Planchet's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Dogtanian's, a soft smile spreading across his face. "Good morning, Master," he replied, his voice still thick with sleep. "I trust you slept well?" Dogtanian nodded, his hand moving to cup Planchet's cheek, "Indeed, I did. And I have no doubt that I will sleep even better tonight, with the promise of another night like last night." Planchet's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Dogtanian adorned his uniform after Planchet prepared a wonderful breakfast. "I shall return soon Planchet, take care of the house until then" he said as he headed off "Have a great day my dear Master." he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.
As the day wore on, Planchet found himself engrossed in his tasks, the memory of the previous night warming him from within. He hummed to himself as he dusted the furniture, his large hands moving with surprising gentleness. As he finished wiping down the last of the tables, he heard the sound of hooves on cobblestone, followed by the unmistakable voice of his Master. He quickly set down the cloth and hurried to greet him, his heart pounded with excitement and desire. As he opened the door, he was met with the sight of not only Dogtanian, but the other musketeers as well. Porthos, Athos, and Aramis stood tall and proud, their uniforms impeccable, their eyes scanning the area with the keen gaze of trained warriors. Dogtanian, noticing Planchet's surprise, smiled and clapped a hand on the bear's cheeks. "Planchet, my dear," he said, motioning over to his guest, "I believe you remember our companions, don't you?" Planchet nodded, his eyes widening as he took at the sight of the musketeers, their massively tented uniforms leaving little to the imagination, feeling both aroused and somewhat self-conscious, followed by a blush as he remembered the promise he had made to his Master the previous night. He looked down at Dogtanian, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Yes, Master," he replied, his voice filled with eager anticipation. "What do you need of me?" Dogtanian's smiled while squeezing his servant's ass, an activity he never grew tired of. "Well, Planchet," he said, his voice low and teasing, "I believe you owe me a favor. And I have just the task for you." He said, as his voice dropped into its commanding tone. "I want you to serve our guests Planchet. To cater to their every need, to ensure they leave here satisfied and wanting more." He pulled back, his eyes meeting Planchet's, a challenge in his gaze. "Do you think you can handle that, my little bear?" Planchet looked at the other musketeers who were staring at him with hungry eyes, a look that made him want to drop to his knees right then and there, Planchet nodded eagerly. "Of course, Master," he replied, his voice filled with determination. "You know I live to serve."
The End