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Day 8 - Master/Pet

"Just the two of us"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Hon

The day went by as always, and both the tiger and the bear met outside the train station to walk the rest of the way back home together.

Cheke, the white tiger of thin black stripes and slender aspect, listened to his friend's energetic tale of how the day was while listening on his right earbud a piece of instrumental music with no lyrics. He had undone his tie and unbuttoned the neck and sleeves from his white shirt, waiting to get home and get rid of his generic office worker outfit. The green eyes looked peacefully at the quick and expressive hand gestures from the bear who walked next to him, wondering when exactly he adopted that behavior.

Hon, the tall and beefy bear with ram horns crowning his head, opened up his gray shirt to enjoy the breeze of that hot Autumn night. The whitish fur on his bare chest bristled slightly as the cold air ran across his sweaty body. It made him shiver, but that didn't stop the enthusiasm with which he gave the details of his day to Cheke. He only stopped briefly to check on both sides before crossing a street, only to quickly go back to his story.

Just like every evening.

Hon only stopped when they were about to get home. He leaned his head sideways and, with a cheerful look from his amber eyes, told Cheke he was done.

"And how was your day?" The bear asked.

Cheke giggled, pulling the keys out of his pocket.

"Oh, another boring day at the office. Nothing new so far."

The key got in. The mechanism turned smoothly and removed the lock, setting the first trigger. A loud, metallic click, followed by the sound of the knob turning to the left. The hinges squeaked from the speed at which Cheke opened the door. A little bell over the threshold rang. The loose plank Cheke stepped on purpose as he walked in creaked. And to top it all, the white tiger said: "We're home."

A big paw closed the door behind his back, leaving them alone in the dark for a moment until a light turned on in response to a couple of claps. Cheke turned around and found Hon already on his knees, a dumb and lost look in his zonked eyes.

The little combination of sounds was his favorite kind of trigger. Discreet, subtle, and secure. If only one doesn't play, the trance doesn't apply, and Hon only looks distracted for a moment. The last thing Cheke wanted was for a visit to accidentally set the bear in his pet mode, although it could lead to a very interesting conversation.

Hon couldn't explain it. The moment those sounds played in order gave him a strange feeling of satisfaction that always felt new and fresh to him. It was like seeing a ball rolling down the stairs, or the joy of pressing in order the piano keys starting at Do. And when the last trigger played, the lovely voice of Cheke saying "We're home", the bear experienced an immense peace, and everything around him felt so light and colorful.

"But you already know what I want, little bear," Cheke continued.

On his way to the living room, Hon followed his pace walking on his fours like an obedient dog, going as far as to kiss the ground he had walked on, for it had been blessed with the touch of his beautiful paws. He could even taste them there, with each kiss given.

The tiger stopped in front of his favorite couch, a black recliner that still had white stains from what they did on it a couple of nights ago. With a snap of his fingers, he commanded Hon to get up, an order the bear followed with a wide smile on his face.

"Help me with my clothes, pet," Cheke said, lifting his arms to give Hon room to remove the sweaty shirt.

The bear obeyed, again, without questioning. It was a joy for him to serve the tiger. He didn't know why. He just did it. He started with the white shirt, then his tank top, and finally knelt to pull down his black trousers. But before he moved on with the tight blue boxers, Cheke snapped his fingers twice: a signal to stop.

"Sniff it. Just a bit. You earned it."

It was less of a reward and more of a way to reinforce the trance, but Hon had no way to know that. He pressed his wet nose against Cheke's bulge and took a deep whiff of it. His hips wagged like crazy while the strong smell of sweat and precum filled Hon's lungs. Nothing ever had ever beaten that aroma, that masculine but soft scent that Cheke's balls carried after the end of the day.

His big hands began the task of pulling down the boxers. But he knew the rules. Only sniff. So before the throbbing cock jumped to slap his cheeks, Hon moved away, pleased already with the lingering scent still trapped in his nostrils, and, with a wide smile, told his Master he had finished the task.

"Excellent job, pet. As always."

The tiger sat with care. As soon as he felt the softness of the recliner embracing his exhausted body, a long and heavy sigh told the bear the next step to follow.

"Now, be good and give me a massage. My paws are killing me," Cheke commanded while his paws landed on the pawstool the couch included.

Hon acted again with swiftness, picking a box he had under the coffee table. His little box of essential oils. He cherished each and every one of them, a gift given by his beloved master. Hon knew how much the tiger loved a good massage, and he was excellent at giving those, going as far as to take lessons and courses to be better with his hands.

He went with lavender oil for that night. It was his favorite. Unknown to him, lavender was the exact smell Cheke used to set him in a trance the first time, and it had rooted deep inside his brain since then. So while he loved all the smells from the oils Cheke had got him, he had an unconscious soft spot for lavender.

The big bear smeared the oil on his hands. The delicious smell acted again as a way to reinforce the trance. Another nail that kept closed the coffin where his free will was buried, his mind focused entirely on serving the white tiger sitting in front of him.

He started with the right paw, rubbing the soles and pads with his thumbs. Soft at first, mostly with the purpose of covering it in oil. But as the massage continued, and Hon felt his fingers sliding easily against the rough skin, he applied more pressure.

The groans and soft whines from his Master were proof he was doing a good job. It was a blessing already to see Cheke's paws; touching them was the Nirvana for the little pet. His paws were, after all, huge. And he was excited from touching and rubbing every inch of those lovely paws, knowing his massage was bringing peace to his Master.

Cheke closed his eyes and sank into the recliner, giving Hon total freedom to act the way he wanted. But the obedient bear had only one thing in mind, and that was Cheke's satisfaction. So when he finished the routine, Hon moved to the left paw and did the same, smearing oil all over it and repeating the process.

The massage covered everything. Soles, pads, ankles, and even between the toes. He left no spot untouched. He knew what he was doing. He was the best at it because Cheke always said it at the end. And he loved being useful to his Master. The bear made sure to repeat that mantra over and over again, reinforcing the rules and commands Cheke had set on him a long time ago.

Fifteen minutes later, the pet gave himself that little guilty pleasure he knew Cheke allowed. Just like he did to his bulge, Hon pressed both paws together against his face and sniffed deeply. The scent of lavender had fused perfectly with the smell of his paws, a soft stink result of walking all day. It wasn't too bad, and it didn't disgust him. He loved it. That's why he sniffed and licked between the fingers, and sucked the fat thumbs as if it was a cock.

All he heard was Cheke's giggles, his cue to stop before he started laughing. He was ticklish, after all. But the sound of his laugh was still music to Hon's big, round ears, who knew he was fully relaxed if he was laughing.

"Ok, ok, I think you did a great job," Cheke said, pushing and rubbing his paw all over Hon's face.

The bear shivered. A subtle act of dominance from his sensual and attractive master. He let the hefty paw use his face as a dance floor, all of it while the bear kept his tongue out to lick and taste as much as he could before his Master moved to the next order.

"I'm getting hungry, pet. Go make dinner."

Hon stood. Still dressed, unlike his Master, the bear held both hands in front of him and bowed before leaving for the kitchen.

"What would you like to eat?" He asked drowsily before leaving.

"You know what I like. And make sure to prepare dessert too."

Hon left his Master to rub his cock in solitude while he cooked. The drowsiness didn't hinder his behavior, and while the bear wobbled his body softly left and right, his hands moved skillfully on the countertop. From cutting vegetables to spicing up the meat, the tall bear prepared everything with care and love.

From time to time, Cheke went to the kitchen just to check on him and give the bear a preview of what would happen after dinner in the shape of a spank or a finger rubbing his hole. But aside from that, he didn't interrupt his pet from doing the thing he loved the most. With how swiftly Hon was doing everything, it was always surprising to see he was still in a trance. But that showed just how good the tiger was, and how obedient his pet had become.

40 minutes later, Hon presented a delicious meat stew and fried apples over vanilla ice cream as dessert. Master and pet sat together to eat and had a peaceful and silent dinner. Now that he was free from the task of cooking, Hon had adopted again the slow and drowsy movements, taking smaller bites, with his face threatening to fall inside the plate.

What kept him focused was Cheke's paw under the table. Just to tease him and prepare the bear for what was coming, his Master rubbed the bulge and thighs. It was a nice little gesture Hon loved, as he did with everything related to his Master's paws. Those big, fluffy, heavy, delicious paws. He was so tempted, for Cheke hadn't taken his lust away, to crawl under the table and kept eating his paws instead.

Of course, he was only allowed to desire, not to act.

But after the dinner ended, Hon finally knew it was time for his favorite part. He cleaned the table, then was taken upstairs by his very naked, very excited Master, who gave him a simple order: "Undress."

Hon obeyed gladly. One piece of cloth after the other fell on their way to the bedroom, leaving a trail that reflected his obedience and desire.

Once inside, Cheke sat at the bed's edge. The dim light coming through the curtains covered the white tiger on a celestial mantle, or that's how it looked through Hon's eyes, whose pure love and devotion to his Master made him think of him as the best thing in the world.

He admired the tiger from head to toe. While not very muscular, his slender aspect and black stripes had a certain elegance that put him above other felines. The green glow coming from his eyes captivated him with a single look. But it was his cock the best attribute of all, even above his paws. And Hon knew, from his trance, how hard he had to work to get his best reward.

"Suck it, pet."

The gentle tiger always stayed outside the room. Inside, Cheke's orders were straightforward. Short commands said with a strong and authoritarian voice that always sent shivers down his spine. His fangs and claws were always out, a permanent reminder of who was in control; just the thought of that sharpness against his skin made Hon's cock throb like crazy.

He loved that little but strong reminder.

So he obeyed. Hon knelt in the shadows and began to taste his Master's cock. Short licks mixed with whiffs to his balls, enough to taste his manliness. A strong smell that matched his strong flavor, salty from the long day at work. His tongue jumped between the throbbing cock and heavy balls, slowly licking and smearing saliva on every inch of cock.

The moans and huffs from Cheke were a sign he was doing a good job, so he kept doing it. And he continued with pure and total devotion, captivated by his flavor. That was until the tiger slowly forced his cock inside his mouth. Using the ram horns as handles, Cheke turned his mouth into a warm and wet fleshlight, thrusting slowly but quickly gaining speed.

It was the usual treatment. Hon knew how rude Cheke could be. That's how the Master liked it. And Hon liked it too, because he wanted to please his Master. He wanted to be useful to his Master. He wanted nothing more but to be his pet. The taste and smell, his rude treatment, and the beautiful paws were exactly the rewards that pushed the bear down more and more into that unquestionable obedience.

The strength of his climax took him by surprise. A firm thrust and Cheke buried his cock deep inside the bear's throat so he could feed him a mouthful of tiger's cum. The thick and hot seed went straight down, and it was still too much for the horny bear, who, despite his attempts to swallow it all, felt the precious liquid come out from the sides of his maws and nose.

Cheke forced him to choke on his cock, but ultimately had to pull it out, just in time for the last ropes of cum to paint his silly face in white. Hon spat more cum during the vicious cough that afflicted him. He couldn't even listen to his Master's moans during the last seconds of his climax. But feeling and tasting the mess he just made, was his reward and proof of a job well done.

Cheke stayed silent for a moment. And when the time came, he took the bear by his horns to get him up off the floor. "On your fours, pet," he commanded, throwing Hon to the bed.

Hon obeyed. Without cleaning his face, he laid like a doggy and presented his ass to a still-excited Cheke. The best part was right there, and Hon was nervous. It always got him nervous. Why? He never knew. It just happened. A command Cheke ordered him to forget made him feel the shyness and fear of the first time.

His body trembled while the feline smeared lubricant between his ass cheeks. No preparation for tonight. Master was horny. He always skipped rimming when he was horny. The mint smell mixed with the strong musk. His fat fingers slid right in, smearing lub and stretching his tight hole. Hon whined a bit. The wave of pleasure that followed sent him further down into the trance.

No teasing either. Master rarely talked about his day. But Hon had learned to read his actions in bed. Depending on how rude or gentle he was, that's how his day went. And Master went balls deep in one firm thrust; he had a bad day. But his pet was there to serve him and help him relax. His loud moan came out as a way to encourage his Master to be rough.

Because that's how Cheke had trained him.

Holding him firmly by the hips, the ferocious tiger fucked his pet hard and rough, showing little mercy to his tight hole. The sharp claws pricked in the skin, and the saliva falling over his back told Hon he had his fangs open. It didn't take long for the bear to feel the warm breath next to his nape, and his entire weight put into each rude thrust.

But that was fine. That's how Hon liked it. Rough. Fast. Deep. Without mercy. He wanted that feral beast to fuck the living shit out of him. He wanted his Master to use him and relieve himself from the stress of the day. He was his pet. While he could be gentle and take good care of him, he was still his pet. And a pet's job was to please and satisfy his Master.

The tiger wasn't very verbal. However, he compensated that with loud huffs and deep growls, the kind of sound that turned Hon on even more. Below, the bear's cock was throbbing and staining the bed with all the pre Cheke was fucking out of him. He wanted to reach down and jerk off, but Master had not given any order. He was too focused fucking his ass.

Too focused on using him.

Too focused on being a good Master.

A spank after another. At moments, Cheke used the horns as handles again. Then he put his paw over Hon's head. And suddenly he stopped, not to take a break, but to surprise the bear with a rude thrust and immediately go back to fuck him ruthlessly. Despite how hard and fast he thrust, the white tiger had the stamina to keep going like that without taking long breaks. His slender aspect was nothing else but a facade, for he was a ferocious beast in bed.

Hon came first. 20 minutes into the act, the bear reached his climax hands free. A huge load of cum stained the bed, and his hole clenched hard to the tiger's cock. His huge body squirmed violently, trapped under the smaller top that had dominated both his body and mind. And that was the last push Cheke needed.

His thrusts became more erratic while Hon squished his cock hard. The grip around his hips gained strength, and it also made Hon aware his Master was trembling. Quick breaths, deeper thrusts, louder growls, it was all proof his climax was coming. The good pet encouraged his Master by clenching harder with his ass, and his reward was his delicious, hot, thick cum.

"F-FUCK!!! Take it all, pet!!!" Those were the only words he uttered before roaring at the top of his lungs, a roar that made the windows tremble.

Hon almost broke out of trance from the intensity of his climax, an orgasm so strong and long the seconds passed and Cheke's cock was still pulsating from each shot of cum shot inside him. The seed filled his insides to the brim, and it soon started to leak out of him, even while Cheke was still cumming. The bear held tightly to the sheets and bit down the pillow to contain his moan. And his cum kept on filling him.

More and more and more...

Until both succumbed on the bed, Cheke on top of Hon and his cock still buried deep inside his hole. Between huffs to regain some air and squirms that got weaker as the seconds passed, both bear and tiger clenched to the post-orgasm bliss, that sweet joy that peacefully put them to sleep...

Saturday morning. A red crocodile went to Cheke's house to pick up some stuff he left there days ago. While he couldn't understand the strange instructions Cheke gave him to enter his house, he still went along with him.

The key got in. The mechanism turned smoothly and removed the lock, setting the first trigger. A loud, metallic click, followed by the sound of the knob turning to the left. The hinges squeaked from the speed at which Cheke told him to open the door. A little bell over the threshold rang. He stepped on the loose plank Cheke mentioned to make it creak under his weight.

And the most important part, Lambert entered saying: "We're home."

His instructions only made sense when he closed the door and found a big bear already on his knees waiting for him in the living room. Lambert chuckled. The red crocodile went there to pick some stuff, but judging by what he had before him, he could stay a little longer.

After all, he already knew what that look in the bear's eyes meant.