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"Daddy? Why don't you ever take off your clothes?" Will melted back against Daddy's touch with every soft knead, breathing in the relaxing scent of lilac. Bathtime had become a daily ritual, with Daddy kneeling next to the tub and massaging every inch of Will's body with a caring touch that usually resulted in the fox's body demanding more, which the bear always satisfied with stroking fingers.

"I do. I wait until you're asleep to shower and such." Cradling Will's face, those talented hands rolled his head from side to side, thumbs working the base of Will's ears until his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled. "As for why?" Sitting on his haunches with a pensive expression, he adjusted his rolled-up sleeves. "I suppose it's so that I can focus on you. I wouldn't want you to think you've gone from a drug lord's sex slave to mine."

Feeling his cheeks flush, Will sank lower into the bubbles. Admittedly, it was nice to have someone dote on him so devotedly, but he wanted something more. What was Daddy hiding? From what he'd seen, the bear's ass was glorious, round, and likely as fluffy as the rest of him, while his chest was just the right mix of muscular and chubby, perfect for Will's face to rest against, but the bear's manhood was a mystery.

Daddy's words echoed in his head as he imagined the older man's body, his cock rising to the occasion and peeking from the bubbles. He wanted him to take what he wanted. Maybe Will wanted the bear's body on top of his. Clearing his throat as gentle hands swirled over his belly, he decided to explore the bear's boundaries. "P-Please, Daddy. G-Get in with me."

Chuckling, the bear leaned in, lips inches from Will's and his fingers unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more of the soft swell of his chest. "Close, cutie. You'll have to be more forceful to get what you want, though." Voice lowered to a deep growl that sent a thrill through the fox's body; Daddy trailed a claw along Will's cock, teasing the underside.

Swallowing hard as years of trained submission fought with the desire to explore Daddy's body, Will met his predatory gaze, then reached up with tentative fingers, tangling fingers in brown fur. If Daddy wanted him to be forceful, he would try. Passionate but inexperienced in taking the lead, Will pressed his lips to the bear's, tongue slipping past to explore a welcoming, suckling mouth. Biting the bear's lower lip, he tried to show dominance, paws fumbling with buttons to reveal more of Daddy's softened physique.

"Mmm. Feels good, doesn't it?" Breaking their kiss easily, the bear panted, guiding Will's paw to his chest and letting greedy fingers grope bouncy softness. "Putting yourself first for once?" That fleeting touch ended sooner than the awestruck fox wished, but as the bear stood, his fingers worked his pants down over soft hips, revealing the leathery black sheath of Will's dreams, situated under the gentle overhang of a squeezable stomach. The fox had seen many similar physiques in his days as a drugged-out whore, but Daddy's was the only one that made his stomach twist into knots and his cock demand attention.

"Y-Yes." Will breathed, enraptured by the sight of the bear's manhood. A month ago, it was a sight that would have preceded a throat fuck until he felt like he'd vomit or the burning stretch of his unprepared ass. Those heavy balls swayed as the nude bear climbed over the tub's edge, descending with care until every inch of him pinned the fox, testing the tub's limits with his size. Sweltering heat greeted the fox's cock, dragging a whimper from his throat, and he couldn't resist the siren's call of Daddy's hips, resting his paws on them and barely resisting the urge to spill himself between wobbly cheeks. "Th-Thank you, Daddy."

"Don't be shy." Daddy purred his words, guiding Will's face to his chest and running claws through his hair. "This is what you wanted. I'm all yours. Take what you need, sweetheart." Still massaging sensitive ears, he settled back, heavenly cheeks swallowing the fox's manhood.

Lulled by honeyed words, Will rooted around, eyes closed like a cub searching for milk until his lips found Daddy's nipple, suckling at the puffy flesh. Desperate to feel everything that Daddy had to offer, he thrust upward, his soapy cock gliding between heated cheeks and seeking the pucker he knew hid between them beneath that stubby tail. Finally, silky fur gave way to a hole that caught his pointed tip, guiding him into the heavenly embrace of pulsing tightness.

"Slowly, baby boy. There's no rush. We can try the rough stuff once you're stronger." Clenching chubby cheeks in gentle admonishment, the bear held Will to his chest, trailing fingers through light orange fur and smiling down at him, eyes lit up with a hungry expression that made Will wonder what else the bear wanted from him. Sweltering heat welcomed his pointed dick, clinging so tightly that he worried he'd never be able to pull out if his knot slipped past that bear's puffy entrance. That leathery sheath rested against Will's thin, undernourished stomach, showing no signs of arousal despite the bear's willingness to take him to the beginnings of his knot.

Whimpering and trying desperately to follow Daddy's instructions, Will sunk his teeth into that accommodating pec to drain off the instinctual need to pound into that heavenly hole, tongue lathering the soft fur and lashing sensitive skin raw. It was this hint of rough, budding dominance that earned him his first moan from the rocking bear, and teased the tip of Daddy's dick from his sheath, showing his approval, and he couldn't resist repeating it, chomping down on bouncing pecs hard enough that he worried he'd taste blood.

Bracing himself against the side of the tub, Daddy shuddered, for once wordless, with a pleasured, far away expression slitting his eyes and opening his maw. Despite his admonishment, his hips moved on their own, rewarding every bit of Will's eagerness with a tight embrace and threatening to force his knot into the bear's heavenly rump. Finally, a mixture of his weight and Will's insistent hips broke through, planting him firmly within Daddy's silky innards and forcing him to drain his balls into the bear.

"There's my greedy kit." Dripping approval from every word, Daddy traced Will's teeth with his thumb, wiggling his hips to settle in against the pinned fox's body. "You've come such a long way, haven't you? Planning to claim Daddy as yours?" A growl colored the bear's voice, and the massaging paws trailing through Will's chest fur oozed affection, enhancing the fluttering pleasure dancing through his overwhelmed body.

"I-I didn't hurt you, did I?" Reaching up to trace the marks he left on Daddy's chest, Will marveled at his savagery. He'd always been a meek bottom, with no hope of dominating anyone, but Daddy's praise and mannerisms awakened something in him. He wanted to bite his neck, to climb on top of Daddy's bare ass and plunge his dick into it until it reddened and oozed his seed, to take what he wanted for once instead of begging for it.

Stopping Will's paws before they could explore his softening dick, Daddy planted a kiss on the tip of his nose, grabbing the fur shampoo and continuing to wash Will with patient paws, despite the milking clench of his ass. "Not yet, sweetheart. That'll come later." Whether he referenced Will hurting him, or his satisfaction, Will wasn't sure, but his expression showed eagerness either way.

Minutes passed in a sensual twilight, with all of Will's stress and anxieties wrung out of him by the bear's hungry rump and roaming hands. It was almost a disappointment when his knot shrank enough to pop free, sinking back into his sheath with slow pulses. With it, the bear's ass left his lap, and Daddy helped him to his feet, rinsing him carefully, then helped him from the tub, wrapping him in a fluffy towel after a pass over himself.

Suddenly shy despite what he'd just done, Will stood patiently while Daddy's hands dried every inch of him, cupping his foxhood and rolling his balls playfully, then placing his cheek against Will's stomach, kissing his navel. "Your fur's improved so much. Soon you'll be nice and fluffy." Daddy cooed, face remaining there as patient paws ran through his tail's tangled fur, gentle fingers far more suited to the job than a brush.

"Um." Squirming, barely knowing how to process the bear's affection, the fox felt torn between the desire to pull away and a growing urge to cling to the bear while his body screamed at him to take more pleasure, his tip peeking from his sheath. "Is that why you're nursing me back to health? You want me to be rough with you?"

"Oh, sweetheart. I suppose you could say that, but it's not the whole picture. I don't simply want a toy that performs on command. I could get that from anyone." Pressing a gentle kiss to the fox's peeking cock, Daddy smeared it across his lips, glossing them with a wayward drop of cum that arrived late. "I want something far better for you. I want to awaken that fire in you that demands what you want. You're mine, but I want you to claim me like a wild animal."

Heart skipping a beat, Will watched the bear's face roll against his foxhood, his body on display, and his neglected sheath dribbling while he confessed a desire for the fox to use him. It was the polar opposite of Will's days as a sex slave, and if knotting him was any indication, he would be far more addictive than any drug. "So you'd let me do anything?" He asked, eyeing those soft lips. How would they feel wrapped around the underside of his knot?

"Within reason, yes. As long as it wouldn't endanger you or cause permanent damage." Finishing his work on Will's tail, the bear patted his ass, then stood, tugging open a drawer and removing the usual ointments that he spread over Will's old scars and patches of thin fur, then set to work. "Daddy's a bit of a masochist if you haven't noticed."

"Can you-" Swallowing his polite words, Will rethought his approach, remembering how Daddy reacted when he behaved more ferally. "Keep your clothes off." He managed to say without a hint of hesitation, stopping the bear in his tracks as he reached down to retrieve his clothes from the floor.

"If that's what you want~." Seemingly pleased, the bear dropped them to the floor. Standing in all his nude glory, he ruffled Will's head fur. "What do you say to some breakfast? Today might be a nice day to start you on solid food."

Nodding eagerly, Will forgot his desires for a moment, taking the offered paw and squeezing Daddy's hand as the bear led him toward the kitchen. His stomach growled, and for the first time in a long time, Will felt hungry again. Until now, eating was an afterthought, a way of quieting his stomach's twisting, gnawing hunger, but the thought of good food served by someone that cared excited him.

Of course, food might have to wait. As Will watched the bear gathering ingredients and tying an apron around his waist, he fixated on that jiggly rump, his mouth watering as he caught sight of the slow drip of his seed from a loosened pink hole. Daddy wanted him to be assertive, didn't he?

Licking his lips, he stood, crossing the distance between them and dragging a chair over so he could reach the bear's hole, practically climbing onto the bear's back to slot himself into heaven's gates and bury himself to the hilt.

Amid eager thrusts, Daddy cooed, spreading his legs and bracing himself against the counter, offering his neck to the fox's nipping teeth. "That's it, baby boy. Show Daddy what you want." He purred, pushing back and vibrating with a gentle moan as Will clamped his teeth into the bear's shoulder.

Thrusting away, Will lost himself in instinctive desire, digging claws into the bear's fur and whining aloud at the intense pleasure crashing over him in waves. Daddy was right to pick him. The drugs were a distant memory, replaced by something far more addictive, and Will knew he couldn't live without this feeling soaring through his body. Greedy thoughts filled his head, all the desperate, feral things he wanted to do to the willing bear dueling with each other until they settled into a horny haze, and a single word to describe the heated flesh he wanted to ravage. 'Mine.'