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3 Word Prompt #01 M/M: Bend over, Master.

Birthday Treat

Charlie let slip a long, lingering whine of pleasure as he watched his master. Sitting at the far end of the couch with the fox's feet resting over his lap, the lion smiled fondly as he massaged and rubbed at the footpaws of his pet. The lithe vulpine's toes curled as with firm but tender pressure the older and much larger male massaged the arches of his paws. He shivered and squirmed at the innocent yet intimate affection, while his own hands freely roamed the length of his bare body. His breathing was heavy and erratic as he rubbed at his own chest, fingers running through the soft white fur that coated him from the underside of his muzzle to the lower reaches of his belly.

It wasn't even ten AM yet, and already this was the best birthday ever.

"Master..."

The fox let slip a gasp that was half giggle, half longing moan as his feline masseur shifted his focus to the velvety black pads of Charlie's paws. It was so good. Charlie rarely ever got sore feet, but feeling them relax under the lion's expert touches was making the male realise just how much tension they had naturally been carrying. This sensation was far more than just good though. It was hot, too. So very hot to have the fox's master tending to him in such a manner. So infinitely arousing to have the lion upon whose toes Charlie had suckled on countless occasions now lavishing affection on his paws in kind. Charlie whimpered happily as the big cat's eyes turned towards his flushed and softly panting face, and with a rumbling purr the lion addressed him.

"Not today. You can't call me master today."

Blushing, Charlie swallowed and nodded. It was a hard habit to break, but today was special and he had to make an effort to acknowledge the gift the lion was giving him. With a warm, giddy moan Charlie pressed his paws a little more firmly against the lion's hands, splaying out and wiggling his toes as he reached down beyond his chest. Beyond his fluffy, lean stomach, and wrapped his fingers shamelessly around the exposed and rigid length of his erection. He squeezed his shaft. Freely, without any permission being given or even requested. He rubbed his fingertips against its sensitive head, and let slip a rather greedy, gleeful little moan as his digits came away glistening with pre-cum. With yet another giggle, the fox took those fingers away from his member, and transferred them hungrily into his muzzle.

"Ben. I... I love you."

The lion gave a soft, but deep rumbling purr. His claws dragged delicately across the fox's soles, and he grinned as the birthday boy began to squirm and squeal with laughter. So adorable. So beautiful, his naked body writhing and his erect member straining in excitement. Charlie was an amazing pet, and Ben knew he was lucky to have found a man willing to spend so much time engaged in their particular kind of relationship. But when it came down to it, the reason that Charlie was such a spectacular pet to his master, was because he was an even more incredible lover, an amazing partner, in general.

"I love you too, Charlie."

Wrapping a hand around one of the fox's ankles, Benjamin lifted the paw in question from his lap. He raised it up to his lips, and kissed where he had been tickling and massaging just a short while before. Again Charlie let slip a playful, happy whine, and the fox's cock strained and dripped more pre-cum down its firm red length. His eyes closed in pleasure as Ben's tongue slid forth and gently grazed the pads of Charlie's paw, then lapped momentarily between two of the fox's toes. Only when the tongue withdrew once more did Charlie's eyes flutter back open, a tender growl escaping through his lips.

"Ben. W-would... I mean, will you..."

Charlie's voice trailed off, and he whimpered bashfully. His ears fell back flat against his head. He was no good at this. At being a lover. An equal partner. Thank god he only had one birthday a year. One day like this. He wasn't complaining about his lover's gift to him of course. Far from it. But having to find the courage to ask for what he wanted, rather than simply trusting in his beloved mate and master to provide his desires to him when he had done something to earn them... it was tough. Almost as hard as Charlie's cock, as he drew deep from within himself to find the confidence he needed to ask for his next birthday treat.

"The couch. R-right here. Could we... would you, f-for me, I mean? Ben. Please... I... this is my day, right? And you say it's supposed to be about me. About what I want? So... please. Ben. Master. C-can I ask you... to command me? To take charge, a-and show me... prove to me that I'm still your pet, even today?"

Ben looked at his lover. At his mate. His pet. Then down across the living room to the blu-ray player sitting beneath their TV, and its digital clock display. He sighed, and chuckled warmly. Ten-oh-three. Of the fox's five birthdays which he and Charlie had shared as master and pet, this was the longest that his pet had gone before begging that they return to their normal daily roles rather than spending a single day as equals; just a normal couple in love.

Licking his lips, Ben lifted one hand and extended a single digit, swivelling it in the air.

"Turn around. Bend over for me."

Sure enough, the fox yelped with glee. He sprang instantly to his hands and knees, and flung himself forward over the couch's near-side arm with his tail raised and his rump presented proudly. An even louder, more strained and giddy cry of joy escaped him as he felt his master scrambling up onto his knees too, and soon felt two strong, clawed paws gripping at the lean flesh of his exposed and eager ass.

"Master. S-should I... should I g-get the lube for us?"

Charlie whimpered nervously to his master as he felt the thick tip of Ben's barbed feline cock press between the cheeks of his ass, rubbing up and down teasingly and poking at the base of his flagged, twitching tail. The lion growled, and the fox yelped as one of Ben's paws withdrew from his rump, only to return sharply, spanking him across his left cheek.

"Lube? If I want lube, I'll tell you to get me lube. Pets don't get to ask for lube. Maybe birthday boys do. Maybe men who are being treated get to ask what they want. But you? You said you wanted me calling the shots, pup. So, which is it? Should Ben go and get the lube for his boyfriend so they can make love? Or should master make sure his pet is sitting funny when they go out for their birthday dinner later today?"

A loud and frantic whine escaped Charlie's muzzle. His eyes bulged, and he cried out not with apologetic fear, not with nervousness or discomfort as he felt the lion's head beginning to press against his dry, lube free pucker. He threw back his head, and howled with giddy, joyous delight as Ben began to press into him with the lion's pre-cum alone to ease the way.

His master was back. And now, truly and for sure, this was going to be the best birthday ever.

By Jeeves