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The heavy scent woke me up. My canine nose twitched as I slowly opened my eyes. My master's thick armpit fur were covered in the nightly sweat that'd build up after our ritualistic breeding. His big broad arm wrapped around my frame. I started panting, needy for his musk. Deeper breaths made me shudder. It was a stench like no other. Thick, manly, pungent scent! I felt my sheath throb against the chastity cage. A good dog never plays with himself. He loves me being in heat like a bitch should be! Constantly begging to be fucked by his meat and filled with his hot love. I extended my tongue and dragged it along that wet tuft of bear fur. I moaned and whimpered quietly. That man stink emitted from under my master's arm, radiating heat. I nuzzled my face against him, letting his sweat seep into my fur. Drool gathered in my maw as my balls started to ache. It's been over three months now since master milked my doggy cock. It wasn't until last week, cum would just start oozing from my semi hard cock whenever master fingered my quivering hole. How broad his digits were! Massaging my boy clit by finger fucking my tailhole, he'd tell me "You're a good boy! Enjoying master prepping your puppy hole for a real man's cock?" And I always nodded and barked submissively for confirmation. So nimble yet so thick, his digits would roughly press against my prostate until raw leaving me with trembling legs and aching balls. Then before you know it, he'd replace those heavenly fingers with a more devilish pole. Fuck, making my prostate sore before his thick cock ruined my hole would hurt. It hurt good! Feeling his cock literally punch my oversized swollen g-spot inside of me made me dizzy. He knew how much frustrating pleasure to bestow his bitch. His cock brought me in and out of consciousness several times a night before finally dumping a bucket load of bear seed into his puppy. A good dog takes a pounding without release. Soon after mixing my saliva and his sweat, I felt the big ursine stir from his slumber.

Grrrrrr

I whimpered.

"Looks like someone's good damn horny again!!"

Woof

"It's always the submissive bitches that only have cock in their heads that get hooked on my cum!"

I whimpered feeling my cheek suddenly flush red as I folded my ears back. Embarrassed to be compared to a bitch, to be called a nymphomaniac, to be seen as addicted for his delicious potent bear semen that felt too right when being dumped down my throat. When being shot deep into my boy cunt...

...woof...

"At least you know it, slut! Now go get your treat!"

With that he pulled the covers away revealing his broad muscle gut beyond which stood a proud thick ursine cock. His foreskin already slowly rolling from his swelling tip. Oozing a steady slow stream of pre, master's uncut cock twitched with his heartbeat. Instantly I yelped, feeling my cock press painfully against the cage. The sight made my prostate swell, I felt it growing inside of my hole. My balls churned more and more cum as the smell of his manhood flooded my senses. His foreskin stopped stretching only baring half of his dick's tip. I hurried in between his legs, kneeling down with my nose quickly buried underneath his heavy cum-laden ball sack. It sank onto the bridge of my muzzle. Heavy, musky, and hot, those cum machines made me instinctively raise my rear up. How pathetic I must have been from his view. A golden retriever with his plump hip up as his face disappeared into his groin. My breath flooded his taint pushing more of his sweaty stench into my nose. I wanted him so badly, I wanted master to breed my maw! A good dog always cleans his master properly. My tongue shot out. Desperately trying to lap at his damp taint, I gave out greedy slurping sounds and a needy whimper whenever I felt his pre-cum trip down onto my face. My own balls and cock swayed as I went down on my master.

"Balls!"

No hesitation. I immediately took his left ball into my maw. I looked up at the glorious cock. Some like maintaining eye contact during oral sex. But master never liked that faggoty idea! He didn't make love to me! I was as much to him as a cheap sex toy. Instead, he ordered me to look at his cock whenever I were to please his sack. "A cock sleeve only wants cock!" He said once. "You will always want to stare at my cock, smell my cock, be impaled by my cock, hell, I'd even let you make out with my big daddy dick like a teenage crush!!" A good dog has one responsibility only, and that is to give as much pleasure for master's cock! So as I stared at my master's cub maker, my tongue swirled around his ball. The smell of cum, piss like a dirty locker room filled with a football team dulled my reasoning. The longer I remained in between his legs with my face up close to him, the more submissive my groans become. I couldn't resist it any longer, I let his ball flop out from my drooling maw before wiggling my nose back underneath the heavy furry orbs. I sniffed! I sniffed like my life depended on getting as much of his man stench in me as physically possible. My tongue hung from the side, panting and whimpering loudly. I was in bliss, my muscle relaxed from the pheromones emitted from his big cum sack. I was in lov-...

"AAARF~...!"

A sudden slap. A large hind-paw suddenly were up against my tight full balls. Forcefully, master tapped his big ursine toes against me and even ran one of his claws dangerously close against my sack.

"Go back to cleaning, pup!!"

My whimpers could not have been any louder. A good dog fulfils his command without stopping! His right ball found itself rolling and being massaged by my broad long tongue. The veins started to appear! Oh how they snaked along his cock, flexing with each throb! I was mesmerised by the thickness of his blood vessels. Feeling his cum being produced as I cradled him in my muzzle, my master gave his cock a flex flicking strings of pre across my face. He had so much control over that majestic breeding stick. I murred at the countless memories of my master jutting his cock as he was balls deep inside of my hole. His cock would, out of nowhere with no thrust needed, hit my prostate as my legs quivered around his broad hip. I'd silence my yelps and whimpers by suckling on his nipple as my master towered over me. A large paw came and took me from my erotic reverie. Gently pulling my floppy ears up, master dragged my head up along his shaft until my nose was hit with pre-cum and the emasculating musk of bear. I needed cock inside of my maw. I needed to drink down his fertile seed. His foot-paw reached out and played with my caged cock. The rough pads occasionally grazed my sheath which housed an aching deprived dog dick.

"Suck."

I was addicted. The looming masculine bear was right. Straight away I dived down onto this cock. The drool near flooded this groin dripping down his balls. My tongue lavished his shaft. My warm wet maw was his personal pocket pussy. I could feel his heartbeat inside of me. My eyes rolled back as I moaned out in sexual frustration and erotic pleasure. I drank down whatever he gave me as he started to belittle his dog.

"Look at that!" Slurp slurp

"You really are hooked on my cock aren't you? After all these years of training you paid off!"

Mmmmrph... slurp...

"Hmmm fuck yeah puppy!! SUCK..."

Thrust

"...MY..."

Thrust

"DICK!!"

Gaggle...Slurp slurp gulp

"YEAH CHOKE ON IT BITCH!! You like that? Gagging yourself on me huh? Yeah wiggle that tongue in my foreskin...fuck...! You're such a good boy, taking master's cock like a deprived cum whore! Go ahead puppy, play with your toys! Give them some rubbing..."

Mmrph mmmmm... slurp

"Fuuuuck, oh yeah baby. Your paw feel so good around my balls! You feel that whore? Those are the balls of a real man! Not like yours! Oh y-yeaaah..."

My nose was pressed against my master's greying brown pubic fur. His stench made me dizzy. My drool rolled down onto his gigantic sack which I lovingly caressed and massaged. I couldn't help myself. I deep-throated that throbbing meat ever since becoming his sex pet. More and more pre gushed down my throat as his tip poked at the back of my maw. My nostrils flared, nuzzling against his bush. Occasional frustrated moans and whimpers came from my muzzle whenever I wasn't gagging and slurping on my master's cub maker. I traced each thick vein from his pulsating base, suckling and milking him like a hungry calf on a teat. Like a new-born, I needed his cock to survive. Gulping down whatever master decided to feed me with. Both large paws grabbed hold onto my head. My golden fur around my muzzle was long soaked in bodily fluids adding more scent into the already stuffy room. He guided my head up until his tip nearly escaped my trembling lips. He held me up. I knew what he wanted! With vigour, my tongue was pressed up against the underside of his uncut cock head before gargling around it. His foreskin rolled around, back and forth as an unending stream of his natural musky lube flooded my muzzle. I slurped. I sucked. I made passionate love to the end of his dick. With a sudden roar, his balls tensed and pulled up, partially leaving my massaging paws. I braced myself. Shots after shots of virile cum shot into my muzzle, filling me to the brim. I drank his salty wonderful semen. I could have sworn I felt the sensation of his sperm racing down into my throat. Swallowing because I wanted to be filled by him. Because I needed to drink his cum.

He plunged my head down as I was feeding gluttonously on his massive bear cock. I choked. I gagged. I spurted cum from my nostrils leaking on that strong smelling bush. He began skull fucking me with his still rock hard member, gyrating past my lips like he would with a fleshlight. I tried to moan, to protest, to eat cum in peace, but a good dog lets his master use him for sloppy seconds...and thirds.

[Later that day]

"Here you go! Just how my puppy likes it!"

Woof

"Good dog! You fucking tired me out!"

Whimper

"And go and eat!"

Master flopped down on the couch. His big hind-paws were close to my face on the floor as I ate from my dog bowl. The familiar stench of piss emanated from my water bowl. Eating happily, I listened to him grunt and drink from his beer as the large male watched the flat screen TV. I chowed down on the dog feed in front of me. Hungrily, I added the wet food to my cum-filled stomach. A good dog gets to have a nice meal like juicy canned dog food if he's been obedient.

"Oh yeah look at that lovely picture. My doggy eating happily by his master's feet!"

Mmmmrph woof

"My cock is a bit sore today after what you've done today, slut."

Whimpers ... mmmmrph

"I expect that every morning now, cum whore!"

Woof! Pant pant pant

My tail couldn't have wagged any faster. The butt-plug was gently vibrating away on a low setting. My sheath leaked profusely into a third bowl placed underneath my caged boy cock. It already gathered so much pre from two days ago, I could hear it drip into the pool of my frustrated prostate milk.

Drip...drip

"Already finished?! You must have really tired yourself out on my dick! Hehehe."

Woof....slurp slurp slurp

"Yeah drink down that piss bowl, puppy!"

Drip...slurp...whimper

Master's socks were never cleaned the old fashioned way. Why wash those crusty fabrics when he can soak them in his piss and let it dry until the stench of his own urine mixed with the musk of his hind-paws. Those socks, discoloured with holes baring some of his clawed toes and part of this paw pad, were worn that day. Drinking down the last sip from my water bowl, I quickly cleaned it with my tongue before tending to his feet. It felt amazing. The rough sole with the occasional damp spot of hind-paw sweat smelled unlike anything. Different to master's armpit and groin musk. "Ah ah ah!!"

Mmraph?

"Forgot your dessert?"

Woof!

I assumed the begging position. Paws up. On my knees. With a panting maw, I waited for my master to feed me. He bent down and took my pre-cum filled bowl before tilting it into my drooling maw!

"Nothing gets wasted with my puppy!!"

Glup... glup...

"Puppy always recycles whatever comes from his or his master's cock!!"

Wag wag wag

He poured it down incredibly slow, enjoying the show of his dog drinking his own frustrated milk. Stopping occasionally just to hear me beg and whimper. Wiggling his sock clad toes against my throbbing balls just to make me choke out of embarrassment. I loved every second of it. My paws up against my chest schivered as I held my head back to drink my own pre-cum. Some drink pineapple juice to make their seed taste sweet, others guzzle down bucket loads of cum just to get the hint of their master's taste in their own prostate milk.

"Good boy! Now go relax by master's feet, slut!"

My tongue lapped at the sides of my muzzle, getting all of my pre. I leaned down before sniffing at my master's hind-paws. The stink made my knees weak. I curled up on the floor around his large feet. My face nuzzled into him happily. I licked at the wet sweaty spots, feeling the contours of his pads on my tongue. He pressed himself harder against my cheeks, ruffling up my fur even more. I could still taste last week's cum as I licked in between his clawed toes through one of the holes. My pants seemingly echoed back from the wall-like feet. With each breath I took, the hungrier I became for him. All the while, the broad bear finished his third bottle, burping loudly making his large muscle gut jiggle just a bit. His intoxicating odour sent shivers down my spine as I pressed my lips against his socked fleshy paws, lustfully kissing them. Slowly, he caressed me with his foot. Stroking my head fur and scratching at my floppy ear with his claws, he let me rest my muzzle on his other large hind-paw. The sublime feeling of submission filled me with erotic bliss. Being humiliated for my master's pleasure as I struggle to pump out cum from my own permanently soft/semi doggy dick. His cub batter inside of me churned. My nose finally found a nice moist spot beneath his toes. I shuddered, moaning as my face was engulfed with the heat radiating from him. Resistance was the last idea in my clouded sex-driven mind. I started to nurse his hind-paw digits through his sock. Wetting it with my drool, I let more pungent smell escape and my tongue caressed each crevasse. The earthy taste mixed with piss and cum exploded on my tongue, overstimulating my senses.

W-woof...woof...

My world which only consisted of his feet, his scent, and my sexual frustration started to fade. I gasped and let out a submissive cry. My cheeks flushed and I just lay there throughout the day, whimpering. By the time my master had finish his case of alcohol, I could tell he needed to relieve himself. Painfully I tore myself from his paws before position myself in between his legs. I tilted my head at the elderly bear and looked down at this bulge. A good boy always let his master use him in whatever way he desires, especially after drinking.

Aarf?

Glancing down at me before returning to his show, my master unbuttoned his boxers. His member fell onto the couch with a thud before swelling in size. I leaned down and sniffed at his cock like a curious puppy. I watched carefully as his foreskin naturally retraced, exposing his glistening tip anew. Gently, I took his cock inside of my muzzle. Then the stream followed. Warm, sour yet pleasantly aromatic piss flowed into my master's living urinal. I gulped down every drop of him, watching how his urine bulged along his shaft.

Hmmmmmmmm

Mmmmmmmrph!!

"Good dog!"

I know how to be a good dog...trust me...

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