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The drive over there was uncomfortable and humid. The heat, from my body not doing anything to help. Nervous lust pouring through my groin and chest the entire drive there. It felt as if it already took all the energy of my body just to make it to his driveway. I couldnt bring myself to get out of the car just yet. Two minutes early I thought to myself. Starring at the large house, accented in shadowy dark colors, large rock walls, iron fixtures, it had every aesthetic of a rustic styled mansion.

It didn't look nearly this big in the picture. It imposed itself upon me. It's time, I wouldn't want to make him wait, thinking back to the warning in his email. The walk to the door was unsettling as his feet trampled over the gravel driveway. Small dark stones crunching evenly with each step leading towards a solid stained hardwood door, heavy metal knockers adorning it. Placing a shaky paw on the solid loop, and gave a few knocks. I waited, for what felt like an eternity.

Few minutes went by until I heard a presence on the other side. Heavy bolts seemed to slide out of place, and the solid door pulled open, revealing my bull. He was a stud, dark, red-brown fir, with natural patterns of black. His horns, thick and wide, he had matching shoulders, a Bulk musculature, and an all around heavy frame of a man. He wasn't pure muscle, but he had a belly that complemented his size, I could see him clearly in his robe and black silk... thong or banana hammock, I never really knew the difference. It housed a luscious bulging organ, not even hard, I didn't have long to look before I heard a grunt and a huff, forcing my attention to an obviously unhappy bull. "Two minutes late boy" dark, smooth, firm. His tone demanding and dominant.

"S-sorry I was jus-" He cut me short, "No need to explain, your late, thats all that matters. Come inside." Stepping through the threshold he closed the door behind me. The reception room leading to a hallway and two side rooms, was dimly lit. "Take off your clothes, and place them there" motioning towards a bin. I started unbuttoning my shirt, fumbling around, he became impatient and started doing it for me, pushing my hands out of the way. He was dextrous and disrobed my shirt quickly and efficiently. He left me to take undo my belt shorts. He watched me, with unfeeling eyes as I got my pants undone. Oh my god oh my god, this is crazy, this is faster than I thought, no hello, holy shit. My heart is pounding. I've never shown anyone my body like this, hooked my thumbs in my pants and yanked them off kicking them off and leaving me only in my tighty whities. I hope he finds this cute.

"I said all of it booboo". My cheeks flushed from that, I was always told I looked like the famous actor from Yogi Bear, with my fluffy baby face, used to be teased when I was younger for it. I grabbed my underwear and bashfully pulled it down, stepping out of them. I felt so nervous to be in front of this man, naked, seeing him inspect my body. "Heh thats a cute little one, turn around once, take your time", Its not that small, I'm a grower anyways. Slowly I obeyed, turning myself over for him to examine me, when my back faced him he commanded "Stop, now, bend over, place your hands on the wall and spread your legs." He started patting me down, like a cop would, but instead of feeling for weapons, he felt my body, every inch of it.

Starting from my feet, he dug his hands into my fur, and felt along my leg. Moving from my calf to my thing, groping along the inside and out, until he reaches the base of my ass. He pulls a few strands of my long thick fur, he grabs bigger tuffs, coaxing it out. It has been a little while since my last fur cut, it probably doesn't look all that nice back there. "You are mine to use as I see fit, understand?" I was silent for a moment contemplating that, this is what I want right? He tugged hard on my ball hair "Right?!"

"Ah, yes please!" I gasped out.

"Say you want this!" The bull commanded as he tugged my ball hair again.

"I want this. I want you to use me!" I shouted. Stunned at what i just said.

"Good." was all he needed to say.

He took off his robe, placed it on the rack, "Follow me" and walked towards the hallway. I followed closely behind, gawking at his flexing ass while we made our way eventually being led into a rather sleek bathroom, large and accommodating, just like anything else in this house. "You need a haircut booboo. No objections. Don't worry it wont be too short, longer than my fur, but it will be a much needed improvement." He rummaged through the drawers producing a large pair clippers, with the appropriate sized guard. Go over to the wall arms out.

I did as he told, standing still as he came towards me. He turned on the clippers, with one hand he braced my head and neck, and then I hit the point of no return. He swathed off a huge chunk of fur, from my neck and collarbone. I feel numb now. It's happening, this is really happening. He took hold of my arm, working through the long tendrils. Am I still breathing, always important to breath, asses the situation. A big strong man is giving me the shortest haircut of my life, and I'm not sure if I quite want to stop it. He move d on to the other arm. The clippers are getting louder it feels like. Each swift buzz made the fur pile grow bigger. Why aren't there any mirrors in this bathroom?

"Turn around", my host said abruptly, and I complied. Fuck, I cant even see him now. The back of my mind started filling with horrible thoughts, precarious situations of violence played out in my head until I heard the clipper turn on once again, and his free hand pushed my head slightly forward. He started on my shoulders.

"I can feel your apprehension you know. Each horrible thought of this situation, your predicament, is shown to me. And yet, you stay? You feel how wrong this can be, in your gut you know how helpless you can become, will become. So, why do you stay?" Good fucking question. He raised my arm, working on my arm pit, and moving down my sides. Clicking noises came from his clippers, I turned and noticed him fiddling with it. Adjusting the guard size, He wants it even shorter?! "You done thinking of an answer?"

Turning my head back towards the wall, "I-I..." God I sound so timid, "All I know, is that if I don't do this, I'll always wonder what if? I'd ask myself that again and again." He moved to my other side, starting with the armpit. "And eventually, I'd just be right back here. Well not here, here, but in position like this."

"Hmph, well said." Was his response before he started shaving the rest of my back. Feeling a tickling sensation develop as he moved closer to my butt. "The thing that separates brave man from a coward is how he handles his fear. Both feel it, but one finds the reason to move ahead while the other finds the reason to follow it. I wonder which bear you are?" More clicking. Fuck I hope he isn't a psychopath. A small chuckle came from him, "I like the way you stand and shake."

Finished with my lower back, clicking guard into place, he started on my ass. As he did I lurched forward, gasping and yipping as a strong tickle struck through my body. "Ohh you are very ticklish now." His free hand pushed hard against my back, pinning me against the wall, feeling the cold wall where my short fur touched it. He moved quicker, cutting the excess fur and contouring it to my curvy features. It tickled so much I couldn't help but squirm and make odd erratic noises as he moved his clippers through every crevice and fold. Needing more leverage, he used his forearm to continue pinning me to the wall, moving my butt cheeks with his free hand to trim my fur. By the end of it I was gasping for breath and hugging the wall trying to keep standing.

"Haha, you are a fun one. Get ready for the next cheek." What?! He started as quickly as before, and the sensation came much the same way. My hips turned back into a gyrating mess, or they would be if they weren't so forcefully pinned by this herculean bull. This time I was able to feel the clippers, first dance around trimming the perimeter, then move through the bulk of my cheek fur. There was a slight respite as he shortened the guard, and began pull back my cheeks, exposing all for him. It was then that I lost my mind in the tickle fever. Soon, it was over.

I was gasping for breath when I heard him laughing, "I'm going to have fun learning your body boy." In a swift moment he stood, grabbing me from behind, forcing my head to one side, his whole body pinning me against the wall. I felt his heat rush into, and an intense sear from his crotch as he buried it into my lower back. He stood a foot taller than me, barely looking down to place his muzzle directly into my ear. "Just remember for all your struggles, I'm still in control". He held me like that, feeling the constricting muscles in his body tighten just enough to get the point across. His other hand started rubbing my belly, digging into my fur "Now, there is still a lot of work to do and I dont want you to make it more difficult for me." His hand moved towards my crotch, finding my dick "Especially.." his thumb and fore-finger starting to pinch my cockhead, "if i'm going to be working with delicate equipment" he jerked hard pulling my cock roughly causing a sharp pain. I tried buckling or moving with the jerking motion, but was unable to gain any respite. "You understand?" He gave another jerk to seal his point.

"Y-yes!" I stammered.

"You stuttered!"

"Yes I understand!"

"Good. And refer to me as daddy for now, while I am teaching you." What? "Understand?"

"Uh-" Another sharp jerk to my aching penis.

"No hesitation boy"

"Yes Daddy!" Another sharp jerk

"Yes what?"

"Yes I understand Daddy!" He relaxed.

I started to fall a little as he released my but he kept me up. "Come on, keep on your feet, we still have a little more work to do. I braced myself against the wall while he started on my legs. I couldn't think much. Still reeling from the roller coaster of being aroused to now having my scared shrinking cock try to go back inside me. The throbbing abuse of my cock started radiating, and I began to relax again. He turned me around again and transitioned to my belly. Working with dilligence and expertise as he adjusts the guard, knowing how my fur will look before he cuts. He must do this often, but I can't imagine him being a barber. I looked into his face, but his was concentrated on his clipping. I was staring at every detail of him, he could be forty, forty five, but not much older. His fur was very short, I could see the skin underneath, and the swirling patterns of his subtly different skin types. Auburn brown and black. Very clean, very well groomed.

He kneeled down to get a better access to my belly and I was able to see grooves carved into his horns. Intricate designs swirled around his white horns. In the grooves there was some sort of darker inlaid dye or paint or something. Gently accenting them and giving them more definition. "Your horns are beautiful" I said impulsively. Oh shit, I forgot to call him daddy. He didn't seem to mind however.

"Thank you. I had this done many years ago, but I have to go back to get them touched up every once in awhile." And ended that conversation there. "I need you to spread your legs wider." and I did, "You have a cute penis you know. Its just small enough to be cute, but still be useful." I wondered what uses he had in mind, "your balls are nice too now that they are coming out" I felt like I was blushing when he began massaging them coaxing them from their tucked hiding space. He had a smaller pair of clippers in hand when he started working on my pubic fur. The vibrations feeling very good as they moved about. More clicking noises sounded off, and I looked around the room at all the fur, it was as if you could make another bear out of all the fur that was there. Making small adjustments here and there he moved my junk around without much care, his only focus was on making my fur just right. Looking myself over I could see skin where my fur was thinnest, damn this is one big fur cut.

It wasn't much longer until the bull declared his was finished. He pressed a button and small hole I hadn't notice started to produce a vacuum. He gave me a small hand broom and told me to sweep it in there while he was putting away the clippers, brushing, and oiling them carefully. Of all the things I thought would happen while in this guys place, sweeping my chopped off fur was not one of them. After I was finished I stood up and looked at him. He had a satisfied smile on his face as looked me over.

"Very good." He got a fur brush out, and started working me over with it. Bits and clips of my fur were brushed out over the newly cleaned floor. He did this until my whole body was brushed out and another pile of fur was on the floor. "Clean it up". He saw my charged face, looked me in the eye, "I already need to punish you for being two minutes late, dont make me punish you for being a brat" I looked away, annoyed, and flushed. Who is this fucking guy? But I complied. I got down on my hands and knees and sweeped the floor, again. Stretching and moving across the floor to gather every bit of stray hair that fell from me. I wonder where it all goes. "Thats good enough, come up, follow me.

He moved towards the door before I had a chance to stand, and was out of sight before I bounded off towards him, not wanting to fall behind. It was apparent we were moving back towards the front entrance, Is he done already? Thats it? I thought he liked me, did I do something wrong? Before my thoughts could travel any farther he opened a curtain letting light drain into the room. He sat down in a simple chair, no arms, but a padded back and seat, and spoke "I could see you from here, in my car" he gestured, my gaze followed, "I know how you young minds think. You inexperienced, but perverted deviants who spend too much time on the internet. You aren't my first boy, nor the last, but up until now I've been tame. Now I will show you the beast I actually am, and like every boy thats come before you, at some point, you will break, and you will never want to come back." What the fuck have I gotten myself into, "But every one is different. Some lose interest in a few days, others, I've forced into losing interest in a few months, but you. I see good potential in you." As weird and fucked up his speech had been, I couldn't help but feel a flutter. Some strange sense of pride in his twisted words. "Now, for making me sit here and stare at you twiddle your thumbs, I'm going to spank you. Come here" he beckoned me over, "Over the knee" he commanded, I followed, " good boy, do you understand everything I've been telling you?"

He started feeling my back and butt with his strong hand. I could feel every drag of his finger tips against my skin. My fur, that protected and shielded my from everything, was gone, and a sensitivity I have never felt before drowned me in unfamiliar daze. Part worry, part need. "Yes... d-daddy"

The first swat against my bare behind sent tremors through my body. The unexpected smack pushed me against his legs, as a I yelped in surprise of the thud. The second blow was just as powerful, but I was more prepared for it. After a pause, the third blow came with not as much force, but with precise delivery to create hard stinging sensation that made me lift my body up. The bull, wrapped his arm around me to keep me down, and pulled me back over his knee, making me even more exposed than I was. His fourth swat had all the power of the first, and the delivery of the third. I exhausted I hoarse gasp, and gave one more spasming struggle. The fifth and sixth swats my body was stuck in its position, I screwed my eyes shut, feeling tears build up. Hits seven, eight, and nine, I tried to not give him the satisfaction of my cries, but the tenth swat I grunted hard. Please just be ten. Please just be ten. Ten's a good number right? My prayers seemed to be answered, for a moment all was still, and my breathing started to calm down.

Then the eleventh smack came. I arched up as much as the bull would allow. "Please... daddy... please" I begged, hoping to calm him down.

He laughed, saying "ah, that begging, if only you meant it when you call me daddy, maybe then I would have stopped." One more swat landed to the inside cheek and thigh, dangerously close to my exposed balls, forcing out a cry. I was sniffling, and on the brink of crying, "Now that was for the first minute. Time to punish you for the second." My heart dropped. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. I wanna go home, I wanna just forget this ever happened, the shame and embarrassment of the whole situation flooding over me. It didn't help seeing the peaceful lackadaisy greenery outside, swaying in the wind. All it did was make me feel more exposed, feeling at any moment someone could pop up and look through the window at my predicament.The peaceful scene outside was broken when he brandished in front of my eyes a long thin, bamboo strip, with what looked a like a solid bead at the end. "I am your daddy" the bull said unexpectedly, "say it".

"You, you are my daddy", I said not enthusiastic enough, he grunted and said "Now, say, Please punish me daddy, and really mean it. It's for your own good to accept me as your daddy"

"Please, punish me daddy" I said, as exasperated as I was, which gave another grunt from this maniacal bull. He used the bamboo crop, with three fast whips of his wrist and arm. Two of the lashes landing on each cheek, searing into them, making me remember their pain. The third, the deadliest of them without as much force, went straight down the middle lashing at my crack and exposed hole, marking my taint and almost my balls. I howled and cried in pain. Tears freely flowing now, He gave no respite shouting, commanding me, "Say it boy! With feeling"

"PLEASE Daddy!, Just PUNISH me" I screamed, and with a hidden desire I couldn't control. Three more similar, but softer swats came, but still caused me to squirm in hot pain. He dropped the rod, and relaxed his grip. He was rubbing my ass gently. Petting me back, my head, my as softly. Comforting me as I cried in his lap. He started humming to himself, as he roamed my back and butt, feeling over the welts he created.

Soon enough he started fingering over my delicate and sore asshole. Gently tugging at it and pushing in slightly. He swished some spit around, and lobbed it into his hand to slick himself up. He started spreading it against my hot hole, pushing deeper into me. I couldn't tell how much he had in me, but it was digit was thick, and I couldn't imagine fitting much more in me.

"Just as I thought, I wont be able to fuck you yet" he started rummaging around a side drawer, but we can get that hole trained up." He produced a inflatable putt blug and some lube. Squirting it on the plug. I could feel some cold drops fall onto my back as he carried it over, placing the tip dead center. More lube was poured out, and he started pushing and twisting it inside of me. It was just as thick as the flashlight, and felt more pressure as he started pumping air into it. I was nearly about to split open when he stopped. "There, nice and snug. Now, its time for me to have some fun. Get on your knees, I want a really nice blowjob after all I've done for you." I would've chuckled at that if I wasn't so exhausted all he's done for me? He's the one getting off on this. But I obeyed. Getting on my knees in front of him as he sat back and relaxed. I saw a dribble of my pre on his thigh as I was inching myself closer to his clothed package. He still had has silky banana hammock on. I pulled at it and was surprised it came off so easily. Practically gliding off his body.

He had a vestigial penis, still tucked inside his sheath, with a thick head poking out. HIs balls were huge and hung low, they enticed me first. Using my hands to massage his sheath I lapped at his balls. Reveling in his musk and manhood. His length slowly grew, touching my forehead, and eventually going over it. He's a bull so I expected a big cock, but seeing it in person, This is one big fucking cock, I can't fit the whole thing in my mouth, but I wanted to. I started licking at its base, digging my tongue into his sheath, to get all of it out of there. Eliciting more moans of pleasure from my bull above. Moving up his length, admiring the texture, ridges, veins, and colors of his penis. Up to his blunt bulbous tip, where so much pre has gathered. I lapped it up, enjoying the strong, slightly sweet taste. I tried to go down, fitting as much of him inside my muzzle as I could, but as soon as I got to the back of my throat I gagged. He was just too thick. Even if I could there was only so much I could fit without unhinging my jaw. His dick tapered, getting thicker as it got closer to its base. But i fit as much as I could anyways.

"Ahh you've been such a good boy, surely you can go deeper for daddy. Let me help." He placed his hands on the back of my head and pushed my down with my bobbing. 'Daddy' was being surprisingly gentle, and he really helped to get more of his length down in me. Maybe he's not all fire and brim-, all thoughts ceased when he pushed my head down much farther than before, I don't know how but I was able to get half of his 15 inch shaft down, and held me there as he started pumping his seed, I started to panick and choke, when he released me, and I felt those 8 inches slip out of my throat all the while his fire hose painted me in thick cum. I felt so much of it in my mouth and throat, and he still had jets shooting across my muzzle and face. I felt it dripping down my cheek, coughing and swallowing what remained in my mouth.

"Thats a very good boy" He said pulling my in close for a forceful kiss. His tongue invading my mouth, feeling everything inside. He broke it, and started kissing around my face, lapping up the excess cum. He released me when he was done, and I fell back on the floor, exhausted. He gave another hearty laugh. "Mm look at the precious cock of yours. I bet you are aching for a release now too?" My dick wasn't hard, but I could feel the pre that formed when he started rubbing it with his foot. Pinching it with his toes, and messaging it with the sole of his feet. Foot fetish too? Slowly I got hard, and his strange massage was getting me closer to the edge after all this neglect. Suddenly he stopped, leaving my pulsing cock unattended. I went to paw off but he grabbed me. "No, no, you have to clean my foot of the mess your dribbling cock made. You can jerk yourself off while you do that."

He slid an ottoman under him for comfort, resting his foot there. I moved into position, unthinking, just wanting to get off, and started tonguing down his feet. Not very dirty aside from the pre-cum I drizzled all over it, but still had the foot smell. I can't say I was as enthusiastic with his feet as I was his cock, but adrenaline I got from pumping my own cock made up for it. Somehow, I wasn't getting hard, but was still leaking like crazy. I was absorbed in his foot and my own cock, but couldn't find that hardness that was there before. HIs other foot came up closing my head on both sides, I started to lick both of them. One after the other, and at the same time. His moans getting me more into it, my hands left my cock and started massaging his feet with my tongue. As I focused more on his feet my cock grew until it was throbbing. I gave myself a few tugs, and exploded over the ottoman. I collapsed there panting, replaying everything that just happened.

"Make sure to clean up the mess you made boy." I saw the spunk covering the fabric and rug. Bent over, and started cleaning it with my tongue. When I was done I went sit back, forgetting about the plug in my ass, and accidentally pumped it one more time. Causing me to quickly sit back up and reach for it, but he grabbed me before I could mess with it. "Come now you're being such a good boy, don't mess with daddy's gifts." I looked at him pleadingly, and he gave back a hearty smile. "If you don't want to kill yourself when you take my cock the next time you are over here then you will keep that in there. I believe we are done playing for the day. Come back tomorrow, noon, and we will go from there." Tomorrow? Already? "If you have to use the restroom, take it, adjust the nozzle so it deflates, take care of your business, clean yourself out thoroughly, put it back in, and give six pumps. Leave it in while you sleep, and tomorrow will be all that better for you. You're clothes are over there." He gestured, and I wearily made my way towards them.

I passed a mirror next to the door and saw for the first time my shaved fur. It was really short, but my body became more defined than I thought possible. A lot of my bulbyness created by that fur revealed a tighter bear. I'm still chubby, but I'm not a blob anymore. I can see myself better now, all of me. I looked at my ass and the plug that was in it. Surprised at how big it was, and looked over the man I just blew. He sat relaxed, smug, eyeing me as I looked at him. My butt does look nice. Thinking to myself, gazing back into the mirror. I got dressed, and made my out those heavy doors. It was dusk now, I'd been in there for a couple hours, but I was tired, and ready to go home. Sitting myself back in my car was more difficult than expected, but I made sure not to inflate the plug anymore.

I started the engine, thinking again, about everything that just happened, letting it play back in my mind. Somewhat stunned, some part elated, the other relaxed and calm.