Break
A dominant bear gets a lesson in how to properly treat a bottom from an unlikely source at the local cruising spot.
Break
By Danath
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The bear swaggered. At eight feet tall, the large ursine threw his shoulders around, sauntering through the crowd at the outdoor music festival. Though his unmistakably confident posture and stride set him apart, his lack of clothes save for a well-filled pair of stretchy black shorts upped the swagger level tenfold. Dark brown fur surrounded the grizzly's flat head and round ears. His long muzzle held an impressive array of teeth, supported by a wide lower jaw that stretched into an impressive neck - not so impressive for what was visible, but for how little remained beyond his round and swollen shoulders.
The grizzly's pelt pulled taut across his massive pecs with each swing of his large arms, claws trimmed down to nubs clutching a smartphone in one enormous paw. His fur hung loose across his torso, only pulling tight when one part or another of his incredibly muscular torso flexed, which he made sure to do often. A lazy smirk and the occasional snort made his opinion of the rest of the crowd well-known as he made his way through rows of motorcycles and leather-clad riders. The band on stage belted out a heavy rock song as he made his way towards a well-known cruising area - the little-used restrooms at the far corner of the park in which the music festival was held.
His massive thighs shoved forward with each step, lifting and pushing the enormous sheath and full sac outwards against the fabric of his shorts, creating tantalizing outlines of the coffee can-thick package. When his fat and heavy balls pushed forward, they pulled the shorts tight on the back of his thighs. His dense, dark brown pelt rippled only occasionally around the individual muscles, too dense to show off the individual definition, but the overall effect was diminished in no way. People shrunk from out of his path as he swaggered through in a nearly straight line, expecting and knowing people to get out of his way first; an occasional growl or grunt would often do the trick otherwise.
The crowd thinned as he made his way towards the restrooms. He did enjoy the music and made a point of paying for a ticket every year, but he had to admit he enjoyed breaking the tough biker tops who congregated in the public restroom even more. Sometimes he was able to clear the place just by walking in, leaving whatever hot piece of ass remained to worship his fat cock. The bear's smirk widened across his muzzle, black lips drawing up as the swelling in his shorts increased substantially just thinking about all those wannabe doms looking up at him with the Look: that feeling of knowing you're outclassed, outgunned, outmuscled, and not being able to do a damn thing about it. The bear's package stretched fowards, no longer allowing the fabric to sag, the beginnings of a massive arousal appearing in outline, though obviously still flaccid, as he wondered if he'd get to see the Look today. Maybe he'd even get to rut an ass today - he noticed a few larger stallions head across the park earlier.
The restrooms were made of cinderblocks mortared together and painted white. An "Out of Order" sign and duct tape held one of the two yellow doors on the front closed; while there was a large metal "M" on the other, the taped-up entrance didn't have a letter, though a faint outline of a "W" was visible in the faded paint. Purely utilitarian, the aged yellow door opened into a moderately sized room. A row of white porcelain sinks and metal mirrors sat on the wall directly across, along with a broken and empty paper towel dispenser. To the right of the door was a row of wall urinals, and on the far wall, a row of stalls, five in all. The stall furthest right was missing, along with the toilet. Somebody long ago knocked the wall out there, creating a way into the former ladies' room on the other side of the wall and accounting for the "Out of Order" sign on the front. On both sides, the toilets and pipes were removed and capped, creating an easy way into the pitch black darkness on the other side. While the illumination on the Men's side was poor - a single flickering fluourescent bulb - there wasn't even that on the other.
Besides the dingy appearance, the restroom stank of musk and sex. The bear loved that smell because it was usually the only time anything could overpower his own musk, at least for a little while. The yellow door banged off the wall and then closed behind him as he stepped through, ensuring he got the attention of the various people inside. From smell alone, the bear guessed there were at least a dozen males present, maybe more in the back. Visually, they ranged in size and shape from the overweight belly-dads to the muscle twinks and everything in between. Some wore leather, others jeans, and a few articles of frilly pink hung from one of the occupied stalls, where the sounds of slurping and gagging continued unabated as he completed his inspection.
The bear stared down the bridge of his nose at the tallest, beefiest male in the room - a white stallion with brown markings across his head and neck wearing a sleeveless white undershirt and blue jeans, currently unzipped and stretched across his knees. Leaning back against one of the sinks with his large hooves spread to either side, the seven-foot-tall horse had both hands wrapped around the back of a golden-furred cougar's head, squeezing a leather cap down between the feline's ears as he thrust into the wide and purring maw with his flared horsecock. The stallion's eyes ran up and down the bear's chest and hips, opening huge as he took in the size of the new arrival. His lips pursed and the cougar's claws sank into his thighs as he tried not to whinny, unexpectedly cumming as he stared at the immense girth swinging atop the grizzly bear's wide thighs, one of which was nearly as big around as the hips of the cougar choking on his load.
The bear grinned as he walked by, paw stretching out and slapping across the back of the stallion's wide ass, sending his flared tip just that further down the stretched throat of the mountain lion beneath him. The white and brown horse's head snapped back as he whickered, eyes closing, whole body tensing as he came hard, fingers digging into the cougar's furry ears and hauling forward. The feline's belly shivered as rivulets of white seed trailed out of both nostrils and the corners of his overstuffed, bulging cheeks. The black vest hanging around his otherwise bare shoulders showed off the nice and smooth definition in his body. The bear wondered if the muzzle was really that good or not as he ducked down through the entryway into the darkroom, leaving the awestruck horse and the other males behind.
The room wasn't as dark as it appeared from the other side after his eyes adjusted. He could see shapes, mostly, but could make out species - a moose with horns that disappeared into the darkness, a wide black bull, a muscular and relatively skinny wolf, and a few others. The bull had the wolf up against the wall and was currently slapping forward, getting the wolf to yip and gasp as a few others gathered around, cocks in paws, jerking as they watched and hoping they got a turn as well. As the ursine stood up straight on the other side of the hole in the wall, he stretched his arms over his head and stretched, leaning back so that he blocked what little light made it in through the doorway, really making the room pitch black. As he moved away from the door, he saw heads turn to gawk at his silhouette. Smirking still, he sauntered forward, paws stretching out to liberally feel and squeeze the meat on display while getting more than a few gropes in return, along with a few whispered "Oh Gods" and "what the fucks" for good measure. Three or four uninteresting wannabes snuck out, the bear noticed, leaving him in the blackroom with just half a dozen males.
"Alright, sluts, whose gonna go for a ride?" the bear grunted, his bass voice echoing in the chamber. The wolf even stopped moaning to turn and look at the silhouette of the impressively large male. "How about you?"
The bear grinned and reached out his paw, grabbing the wolf's shoulders and pulling him forward. The canine, at only six feet tall, whined as he felt the bull's thickness drag free of his clenching ass before his head and muzzle sunk into the bear's pecs. The bull grunted and bellowed, charging up a moment later after getting over the shock of the bear's audacity.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he roared, grabbing the wolf's shoulder and flinging him back. He leaned up on the tips of his hooves, finger sticking up into the bear's face. "Fuck's wrong with you?"
"Oh, you wanna go?" the bear said, jutting his hips forward. The bull's head turned down, horns pointing forward, as he felt the ursine cannon squeeze into his chest and belly. "You look like a good bottomboy... think you can handle it, bitch?"
"Fuck!"
The bull grunted when the bear's paws wrapped around his horns, shoving his head down into the outline of his half-hard sheath, smearing the musk-soaked fabric across the bull's nostrils. The bear felt the large ring piercing the bull's nose squeeze into his sac and laughed.
"Some fucking top squirming on my balls like a slut!"
The bull wriggled away and snorted, one hoof scraping the floor before he grabbed his pants and huffed, charging out of the blackroom followed by the whimpering wolf. The bear grinned and straightened up, turning his attention to the remaining gawkers.
"So, who wants it, fuckers?" he taunted. "C'mon... never seen one so big bef-"
"That's enough of that, sissy."
The bear's shoulders flexed. His whole body went rigid and his ears flipped around, twisting as he heard the words echoing in the darkened restroom. He turned slowly, lips pulled back to show his teeth in a savage grin. It was rare anyone tried to stand up to him. He was gonna enjoy putting them in their place.
The outline of a pair of wide, long rabbit ears gave away the species immediately as the shadowed figure walked through the hole in the wall, ducking down to clear the gap. Not counting the ears, which stretched at least a foot and a half above his head, the rabbit was a prime specimen - over seven foot, maybe close to eight, with broad shoulders and hips. It was hard to make out any details - the rabbit's whole body was covered with deep and extra long layers of fur, starting off black around his face before fading to a dark gray around the edges of his cheeks, then lighter and lighter down his body, trailing into white around his belly. The coat shifted and moved, only occasionally revealing more than a hint about the overall shape of the tall rabbit.
"Enough of what, motherfucker? You wanna get a taste too? Ha!"
The rabbit strode forward. His fur, at least four or five inches long on the majority of his body, was even plusher and deeper around his neck and shoulders, forming a bouncy mane of dark gray hair. It was into this plushness that the bear reached, trying to grab the rabbit by the shoulder to stop his forward motion.
Only the rabbit didn't stop. The bear's eyes widened as he felt steel under the fur - shifting, flexing, coiled steel, no more or less. The rabbit's forward momentum didn't slow at all, forcing the bear to pull his paw away as though singed as his elbow was forced behind him. The rabbit's pecs squeezed forward, pushing into the bear's. The ursine's jaw dropped as he stumbled backwards, forced to hit the wall behind him, only for the rabbit's body to follow up and squeeze into him, whomping him into the wall. The power of that broad torso... the definition of the pecs... invisible thanks to the fur, they crushed against him with no warning.
And there was something else, too. Something fat and soft against his thighs, squeezing into and even rolling around both sides of his sheath, still wrapped up in the stretchy black shorts. It was the rabbit's maleness, and it was massive. The heavy tube of fur and flesh held a monstrous arousal, easily eight or ten inches longer than the bear's half-hard length, and it was still totally soft, judging from how it squished up against him. The warmth and heat set off alarm bells in the bear's head; without thinking, he reached out his paws, intending to push the rabbit away.
Instead, he let out a surprised grunt of pain. The hare's paw snapped up, twisting his right wrist and forcing him to his knees in a moment as a searing pain traveled up his arm and through his shoulder. He had to lean over to alleviate the pressure as the rabbit's hold changed slightly, and that was how he found himself making out with the enormous, long-furred sac draping down the muscular rabbit's enormous thighs. He could hear the roiling energy within the massive nuts as the stench of the hare's scent seeped into his nostrils and filled his brain. Salty sweat... earthy musk... a sublte and tantalizing sweetness... the bear's brain screamed at him as he inhaled, telling him not to, telling him only bottom bitches would faceplant a sac. He wasn't some sissy... he was a powerful male! A dominant top who took what he wanted!
"There now... isn't that better, sissy? The perfect pacifier for a big bad bear..."
The rabbit's voice stung the grizzly's ears, but what really hurt was that when the hare's hips shifted side to side, dragging those immense, churning orbs across his face, smearing him with the lean and sharp musk, he didn't even try to pull away. He rooted deeper, pushing his nose into the pelt, muzzle half open, working that delicious scent into the very reaches of his blanking brain.
"Look at this big sissy," the rabbit continued. "I'm not even holding his wrist anymore. One good whiff of a superior male's sac and he can't control himself."
The grizzly bear realized the rabbit was right. His arm was raised in the air, but the hare no longer held it - he was holding it aloft by himself at a weird angle while snuffling and moaning into the incredible, pungent balls draping over the bridge of his muzzle. He lowered it slowly, but didn't pull his head back. Not yet. He'd show this rabbit a thing or two, alright - he was going to wreck this rabbit like never before, but not yet. Just... a few more... sniffs...
"When I heard there was some big grizzly being a colossal fuckstick at my favorite festival, I thought he'd actually be a problem, not some ball-loving bottom bitch. How long you gonna be down there, slut?"
The grizzly's cheeks burned as he heard laughter and titters from the remaining males in the room.
"Why don't one of you go fetch the lads from the other side," the hare said, his voice dropping. "You can all watch as I teach this grizzly slut what real dominance looks like. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two - this is my fucking festival and I expect any tops working here to do it right. Not like this nut-hungry twink."
Calling the eight-foot-tall, four-hundred-pound grizzly a "twink" was a bit of a stretch, but there was no denying the ursine muzzle hadn't left the depths of the oversized, churning orbs for most of the past ten minutes by now. He wiggled his short, stubby tail despite himself as he tried to pull away, tried to stop debasing himself like this. He was a power-top, damn it. He was the dom! He was the one who made the sluts line up... but there wasn't anything he could do. The heat and weight of the rabbit's orbs pulsed against him. They were just so fucking huge... and with such soft and deep fur... and that smell... the grizzly's cock stretched his shorts, obscenely hard. He hadn't realized how stiff he'd gotten. The shorts hurt, they were so tight around his throbbing cock. He reached down, intending to pull them off, but the hare's voice rang out, stopping him.
"Leave 'em on, slut. Sissies like you don't get to undress until I let 'em."
The bear's paw froze in place. An internal war raged within his racing mind. On the one paw, this rabbit could fuck off a cliff. The grizzly did what he pleased, and if he wanted to pull out his cock and jerk off while crotchsniffing the hare, he would, and there was nothing the other male could do about it.
On the other hand, he was a sissy bitch who should listen to his betters, and as that errant, unnatural thought ricocheted around his brain, a fresh source of musk and heat flopped over the top of his head, down his neck and between his shoulders with a thump that rang through the room. The watching crowd, now much larger as word spread through the restroom and beyond, oohed and aahed as they realized the full girth and size of the rabbit's merely half-hard arousal.
The ursine closed his eyes tighter, shuddering as his tail wagged faster. He shoved his face forward into the rabbit's crotch, burying his muzzle into the deep fur of the hare's sheath as the enormous maleness, which put even his own substantial prick to shame, stayed in place between his shoulder blades.
"Now, the trick to properly teaching a grizzly bear their place is to be firm and fair," the rabbit said, speaking over the top of the kneeling ursine's head to the watching crowd lining the walls in the darkness. "For example, I'm getting firm because this slut's got a nice body, and I think it'll be fair to say I'm going to split his ass in half when I blow my load in his guts."
Murmurs from the crowd, giggles, heavy breathing, and plenty of helpful paws. The bear's ears flattened to his skull as he tried to force himself away, to run out of the room, to escape and leave and jack off thinking about the rabbit later.
Jack off thinking about the rabbit later? He was losing it. He could tell. Breathing hard, heart rate increasing, pounding, blood rushing, cock aching, hips quivering, torso taut... he opened his muzzle, tongue slathering out, tasting the musk, tasting the maleness, head lifting, sliding along the smooth pink length, feeling the broad veins, the absolute girth of it draping over his shoulder, pulling down to lay between his pecs, so long the head still propped upwards along the bridge of his muzzle and rested between his ears. He moaned, eyes wide, staring into the enormous shaft, nostrils flaring, body on fire as his cock pulsed, leaking and dripping, harder than he could ever remember being, and the rabbit hadn't even done anything yet.
What was wrong with him? The bear couldn't understand it. Why wouldn't his paws work? Why couldn't get leave? His brain misfired again, feeding him messages about obedience, about worshipping the rabbit's size, muscles, the true master, the only dominant... no! No, he wasn't... he wasn't...
"Look at this sissy bear," the hare said, his voice a near purr of pleasure. "Go on, slut... kiss it... show me how much you love my big cock. Sissy sluts like you can't help worshipping my fat cock, isn't that right?"
"Nnngghhhh... nooommfff..."
The bear's refusal turned into a wide-open moan silenced by the still soft tip pushing between his lips, filling his cheeks and bulging them outwards. His tongue pushed out past his teeth, curling and licking along the enormous urethra, as the rabbit's fingers stretched forward, teasing around the bear's round ears.
"That's right, sissy bear... some top you are, sucking my dick like that. Say, fellas, how about we come up with a new name for this sissy bear? Any ideas?"
The ursine's throat swallowed as he tried to push down further, but found it difficult because the rabbit still wasn't hard yet. He reached out his paws, wrapping them around the base, and stroked up and down, massaging and squeezing and gripping the soft and pliable pink flesh, urging the shaft to harden up inside his stretched muzzle. He burned with shame as he heard the humiliating suggestions from the watching crowd, but still he couldn't pull himself away. He couldn't stop his paws from stroking that cock any more than he could stop himself from breathing. It was just too big, too masculine, too powerful... and the stench of the rabbit's musk, clawing its way into his brain... he huffed, moaning, cock jerking wildly now, straining against his shorts, pulling the seams out as a river of thick, clear pre-cum rolled down the stalk.
"Buttbear!"
"Cockwhore!"
"Sissy!"
The hare's ears flicked towards one of the watchers, a burly otter wearing a leather X-harness and little else. "We have a winner!"
The rabbit's hips pumped forward, cramming as much of his soft, flaccid cock as he could between the bear's cheeks.
"Hear that, slut?" he asked, bending over to look the bear in the eyes, glinting in the darkness. "From now on, your name is Sissy."
No! No, that wasn't his name! No! The bear pulled his head back, or at least tried to, and wiggled desperately in the rabbit's grasp, but the sharp fingers and claws were as powerfully made as the rest of him. The bear shuddered, twitching, jerking, trying to escape as the name seared itself into his consciousness. He was Sissy... no! He wasn't... he was... he was...
"Does Sissy like his new name?" the hare asked, shoving forward harder, until his massive balls squeezed into the bear's chest, bloating his muzzle with so much flaccid cock - all of which thickened up substantially in the warm, wet heat of the ursine maw. "Sissy is going to be a very handsome little bottom bitch, isn't he? Ooooh... and Sissy has such a nice, warm muzzle..."
Sissy tried to pull his head back again, but the hare's fingers dug in, keeping the stretched lips tight around the base of his enormous girth.
"Oh, no, Sissy... you're staying right here... I just love getting hard inside some weak slut's mouth... oooh, fuck, that's good..."
Sissy's eyes widened, watering, as he snorted and snuffled, grunting, both hands reaching up to press against the rabbit's thighs, trying to push him away, to get him to back off or relax at least a little, but it was like pushing against steel posts buried ten feet in concrete: immovable, implacable, solid. The enormous thickness filled his muzzle and then some - it forced open his throat, shoving its way down and forward as it flexed and fattened, going from a squished up and flaccid to strong and powerfully erect, all hidden from the view of the watching crowd, though they could judge the distance by the bulge in Sissy's neck traveling slowly towards his chest.
More murmurs, some catcalls, some praise for Sissy's tight, hard ass, currently squeezing back against the shorts, outlined fully beneath his wiggling stub of a tail. He shuddered as his throat convulsed, registering the comments and filing them away, each word sending a shiver down his fully erect cock, now drenched and soaked in his own pre-cum.
"Oooh, fuck... you all are gonna love this bitch's throat," the rabbit growled, claws digging in around Sissy's ears. "That's it, slut... keep swallowing, you're almost there... better hurry up or you're gonna pass out before I get hard!"
Sissy's chest and lungs burned as he felt the stretch continue down into his body. He couldn't breath, couldn't moan, but it didn't matter as the heat of the huge cock flooded his body. How big was the rabbit? He couldn't even tell. His fingers clenched around the male's thighs, feeling the hard muscles shift and flex as he pumped forward, keeping his hips squeezed against the bear's nostrils. His watering eyes dripped almost as much as his cock as he felt a shift down in his gut, followed by an appreciative groan from the audience.
"Oooh, good boy, Sissy!" the hare groaned, leaning forward on his tip-toes. His paws shoved on the back of Sissy's head, keeping the bare in place as his full arousal twitched and throbbed right down into the eight-foot-tall male's belly, visibly bulging all the way down. "You're a natural cocksucker! Got me good and hard with that pretty mouth of yours!"
The rabbit's exit was no less exciting than his entrance, especially for the crowd watching in awe as inch after inch, foot after foot of solid, thick, pink rabbitcock dragged free of Sissy's dripping muzzle. The bear's eyes closed as he flopped back, gasping, gagging, struggling and coughing for breath, once that massive, jaw-stretching tip popped free and flexed upwards. The rabbit's enormous maleness had a slight upward curl as it jutted from his hips, easily close to three feet long total, far more than the bear's smaller twenty inches.
"Yeah, Sissy got me good and hard, alright, though I'm not nearly as hard as this slut is," the rabbit said, shoving the bear's thighs apart so he could stand between them. "Maybe it's time to make sure Sissy knows who is in charge."
The bear's whine of pleasure and pain echoed through the room. His shoulders lifted and his belly contracted, doing an involuntary crunch when he felt the heel of the rabbit's footpaw push down into the tip of his cock through his shorts, pinning it down into his own abs. The rabbit's naturally large foot shifted, squeezing down the length, pushing it roughly into the bear's belly and hips, forcing thick spurts of clear pre-cum to splash through the soaking fabric.
"What a mess you're making, Sissy!" the rabbit declared as his heel reached the base of the shaft, just above the massive, churning orbs perfectly outlined in the black shorts. The bear's fingers curled in air, his face a mask of confusion and pleasure, watching with wide eyes as the rabbit's brutal teasing continued. "Bottom sluts like you don't deserve cocks this big - you'll never use it again anyways, will you? Too busy sucking dick and begging for real tops to fuck your hole to ever stick this useless prick in anything again."
The bear's whines increased dramatically in pitch and volume when the rabbit switched from heel to toes, digging them into the taut, inflated nuts below the flexing bear-cock, sqeezing and pushing roughly side to side as Sissy's hips shuddered, trying to pull away.
"Nnggghh... st... stooop!" he gasped, fingers scraping over the cement floor beneath him.
"There's no safewords for Sissy," the hare growled, stomping his foot down, squeezing both sides of the ursine's large sac down into his groin with one large foot. "Sissy might complain, but remember, fellas, Sissy loves it! Don't you, slut?"
"Nnnggghhhhaaahhh!"
Satisfied he'd made his point for the murmuring crowd, the hare lifted his foot and took a step back.
"Get up, Sissy, and turn around. Paws on the wall and spread those legs. Time to break you."
Sissy didn't want to be broken. He didn't want to feel the rabbit's hard, muscular body press against him. He didn't want to feel that incredible cock slide deep into his guts. He didn't want to feel the possessive twitch of the rabbit's claws scrape through his dark brown pelt.
The only problem was, he did.
He got up, he turned around, and he spread his legs, both palms flat to the wall. He hung his head low, burning with shame. What had happened? Sissy couldn't understand. He was the top... he was the top... no, he was the bitch. He was the cockslut. He was the cumdump. He was... he was...
SMACK!
"Hhhhaaaaaaaaannnngghhhh!"
The slap across the backside was muted somewhat by his dense brown fur, but the eight-foot-tall grizzly still felt it, even through his shorts. The open-pawed spanking continued, each one sending a burning through his cheeks and chest, while his cock dribbled harder yet. Occasionally the rabbit's paws groped at his rump, taking big handfuls of his glutes and twisting, pulling, digging in and pushing. A ripping noise echoed through the room as the bear's shorts tore clean through in the front, finally releasing his achingly hard, painfully aroused cock. It lurched out, slapping against the wall and emitting a spray of pre-cum hard enough to splatter across the bottom of Sissy's own jaw.
"Naughty Sissy! Buttsluts don't get undressed until told!"
SMACK! SMACK!
"Nnnnnnpleeeeeeesssssahhhhhh!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
The tattered remnants of the bear's purposely tight shorts fell with wet plops to the cement, full of his pre-cum, as he shoved out his hips, wiggling side to side in a bid to avoid the rabbit's powerful palm from delivering any more rump-tingling blows. He gasped and shoved forward, humping the wall, almost cumming as the rabbit's arm swiftly struck again and again.
"Bad Sissy! Bad Sissy!"
SMACK! SMACK!
"Let the bitch have it!"
"He deserves that and more!"
"Give it to him good!"
Egged on by the crowd, the rabbit grinned and delivered a series of rapid-fire spankings that left Sissy breathless and sagging forward, pecs flat to the wall, hips lewdly jutting backwards, rump quivering as his cock slapped up into his belly.
"Sissy, have you learned your lesson?"
"Nnnggggghhh... hah... hnnnff... yes," the bear gasped, tears streaming out of both eyes as his muzzle hung open, tongue out, rump burning.
"Good little bitch. Now comes the fun part," the rabbit said, claws dragging down the bear's backside. "Time to beg for my cock, Sissy."
The huge pink shaft flopped against Sissy's backside, curling into his spine, then pulled down, dragging over and between his aching, abused rump cheeks. The tip slipped past Sissy's stubby tail, then pushed forward, squeezing between his clenching cheeks to nestle up against his tight tail hole. The rabbit had to lean over, resting his weight forward on the bear's hips, gripping tight, as he wiggled slowly side to side, teasing the big grizzly with his incredible size.
"Beg for me to fuck you, Sissy," the hare hissed. "Tell everyone what a greedy bottom slut you are..."
"Nnngghhh... no... no, I'm... I'm... nnnnffffffiiiiiii neeed itttt!" the bear whined, voice pitching higher as the hare's paws clutched at him, threatening his tail hole with the largest cock he'd ever seen. "Oh, fuck... fuck me, please... oh... fuck, I need it so bad... I have to have it... please... you have to... you have to fuck me!"
The rabbit's ears twitched forward as he smiled and leaned over, shifting his weight so that his wide tip squeezed tighter against the bear's ring, dimpling his whole ass inwards. Sissy's eyes widened as he babbled desperately to the amusement of the watching crowd, which now included the wolf and bull he'd interrupted earlier. In fact, the wolf was happily sitting with his back to the bull's pecs, leisurely riding the large male's arousal as they both watched with interest the humiliation of the cocky ursine.
"What a slut," someone in the crowd muttered.
"Sure would like to have a go at that ass though... bet he's tight."
"Don't stretch him too much! Leave some for us!" someone else shouted.
"No promises!" the hare grunted, grinning as he slapped his paw down along Sissy's cheek again, making the powerful ursine glutes clench and ripple around the tip of his thickness. "I may ruin this little bitch's hole permanently! Then again, Sissy here might actually enjoy that!"
"Fuck, fuck... fuck... oh, fuck... fuuuuuuuuuuuaaahhhhhhhhhAHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNGGGGGG!"
"Fucking... relax... you tight... little... whore! Raaaauughh!"
The bear's whole body jerked into the air, leaving the floor entirely when the massive head forced its way into his body, stretching him open and filling him. Sissy's head snapped back, hips out, paws flat to the wall as heaving gasps and moans tore free of his aching, sore throat. The rabbit's hips surged forwards, no more gentle than before, and the crowd's murmurs grew in volume as they watched the lushly-furred bunny dom spear the cocksure bear to the hilt. Sissy's belly stretched outwards, showing the outline of the rabbit's tip, before it disappeared as he pulled back, only to show again when he drove himself to the hilt once more. Sissy's cries and moans rocked through the bathroom, audible on both sides and outside the restroom, even, though drowned out by the heavy rock music blasting from the stage.
"Oh, fuck, yes, Sissy," the hare grunted. "Tight as tight can be... mmmmph, that's fuckin' good."
Long and slow strokes took the rabbit from tip to base through the clenching rump cheeks as Sissy's brain melted. The damage done earlier by the involuntary deep throat sealed the changes as he opened his muzzle, the begging and pleading for harder, rougher, deeper sex flowing out.
"Yes, oh, that feels so... uhnnnngggggg... ooooh gooooood! Nnnnnnffaaaaaackk... oh, yes... nnnngghhhhaaaaah!"
"And now we see this cockwhore's true nature," the rabbit grunted, hips slapping forward faster and faster. "He was so sure of himself, so above it all, the big bad bear dom, and now look at him - begging for my dick like it's the only glass of water in the whole desert. What a good little whore, eh, fellas? And don't worry, I may own this bitchass cumguzzler, but he's going to be free to use all week right here in the restroom. Sissy is going to be happy to serve each and every one of your horny fuckers until the last band plays!"
Sissy closed his eyes. His paws pushed against the tiled wall as he shoved himself backwards, wanting his master's cock, every inch, to impale him, own him, fill him. He cried out again and again as he came, shooting his load without touching himself, painting the wall in front of him white as he came harder than he ever had before in his life, pints of bear-spooge drizzling down past his feet into the drains set into the cement floor. The enormous arousal pumping through his tight glutes increased in speed, rocking him forward, demolishing his prostate and sending his brain skyrocketing through another orgasmic load.
The rabbit's sharp claws tugged at his shoulder, forcing his chest out, head and hips back. The dominant bunny's large front teeth sunk into the side of the bear's neck, biting possessively, eliciting a whining screech of needy pleasure from Sissy as he felt the warmth of the rabbit's orgasm deep inside him. His belly rounded outwards as the rabbit's muffled moans disappeared into the thick fur on the bear's neck. Claws tugged, pulling him backwards, as the massive arousal shoved in as deep as the powerful dominant could force it, until Sissy's ring shoved down the fuzzy sheath to the root. Thick spooge drizzled and squirted around the massive cock as the hare filled and filled and filled Sissy's belly, bloating him with heat and cum.
"Oh, fuck, yess.... Yesssss, please, fill me! Fuck me! Oooh, I need it so badlyyyyyy!"
The bear was still orgasming, still cumming, as his fat belly squeezed against his cock, pinning it to the wall, causing a fountain of thick white seed to splatter up and back against his chest and face until he was covered in his own thick juice. The rabbit's thrusting hips pumped so heavily upwards he lifted the massive eight-foot-tall grizzly bear right off the ground, thighs flexing as he made the enormous male sit directly on his jerking, throbbing arousal. The minutes passed as aftershocks of pleasure kept them locked together, Sissy moaning and pleading for more all the while as the hare's enormous thickness, swollen and rigid, throbbed deep inside.
SMACK!
"Annnnnggghghhhhhh!"
"Heh... gotta keep Sissy on his toes, now," the hare said, smacking his other paw down on the bear's other rump cheek. "This little slut can't get enough of the punishment. Mmph... yeah, clench that fat ass, you whore!"
"Yes... yesssssssss masssstterrrrrr! ANNNNGGHHH!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK!
"I'm gonna soak my dick for a while in this slut's guts," the rabbit said, his voice returning to a conversational, casual tone as he shifted his weight around, dragging the bear off the wall and onto his belly on the cement. "Any of you wanna take advantage of his dirty fuckin' muzzle, feel free. His ass is gonna be here waiting for you all week, so there's no rush, right?"
A chorus of "me firsts!" and "oh, fuck, he's using his tongue!" echoed through the room as the rabbit leaned forward, shifting his hips occasionally, sometimes pinching or nipping at Sissy to remind him just how big the thickness piercing his ass was, as he watched one horny dom after another step up and violently, roughly throatfuck Sissy, coating the grizzly bear's broad head and round ears in a deep and musky layer of spunk as the minutes turned into an hour, then two, during which the rabbit fucked the submissive and mewling grizzly a few more times, casually delivering gut-bloating loads into the deplorably hard and aroused fucktoy as a steady stream of new guests arrived - word spread quickly through the festival.
"You're gonna have a fun week, Sissy," the hare grunted when he finally finished a few hours later. The grizzly's high-pitched squeal as he pulled his incredible length free was music to his ears. "Don't worry, though - I'll come by to collect you at the end of the week and take you home. You're gonna love it... I already have a spot in my dungeon picked out just for you. You'll fit in perfect with the other sluts who learned their place thanks to me..."
Sissy panted, gasping as his gaping rump twitched, draining, his exhausted muzzle still slurping around the thick shaft of yet another eager festival-goer enjoying a quick blowjob. He would love it, he knew. Sissy wouldn't be able to stop himself from loving it no matter how hard he didn't want to. But Sissy knew he'd do anything for a scent of that musk. There was no stopping it now. Master was right - he was just a cockslut. A whore. A warm hole to be used and abused. The rabbit showed him that, taught him the lesson he craved, turned him into the bottomslut he never knew he wanted to be. He hated that Master was always right... and that's what made him want Master even more...