FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Conner stared at the tv with unfocused eyes, his thoughts drifting away from the movie and back to the same thing it had come back to the last 3 days. His encounter with his landlord had left a mark on him in a way he was having difficulty processing. He had made numerous google searches that only helped worry him more, and had tried his best to describe the feelings to strangers online with the general consensus being he had…well…enjoyed himself.

He wasn't supposed to enjoy himself though, right? If anything, he was supposed to be feel used and angry and…what? Mortified? Sad? He couldn't even imagine how such a ludicrous situation was supposed to make him feel!

The human sighed aggressively, once more opening his phone and finding his way to google searches, twitter, psychology sites and kink forums. The mystery behind all of this was driving him crazy because…well, he wasn't like these guys online! He didn't…well he HAD gotten off, but it wasn't something he fantasized about or had ever considered. It wasn't part of his NATURAL urges it was just…something new that had inadvertently turned him on right? Yeah that almost made sense he just…

He growled and huffed, unhappy with the terminology he was typing in. “Service bottom" “Master/Slave" “Sirs and subs" “Daddies and boys" “Uncles??" all thing he was never particularly adverse too but certainly not attracted towards! He was a regular guy with maybe an interest in the leather scene at MOST. His mind wandered even amidst these upsetting and frustrating thoughts to Sirs body, the way his ass looked when he was leav-

NOT SIR. He reminded himself, face flushing. Mister Fawks. The beefy bulldog had not followed up with him since the evening in question, no reminders or contact in nearly 72 hours. No pushiness or anything just...silence. The expectation and instruction of course being that Conner himself be the one to reach out first loomed over him because, and he really hated to say it out loud, he really did need the money… At the end of the day, he…might not have too much more choice than to make the call.

It didn't help either that the dog in question was a very busy and active landlord. He did the lawn maintenance himself and minor repairs. He was constantly around the complex and was almost annoyingly calm and professional. Conner and him had crossed paths in the halls twice in the last three days, once alone and once around other tenants and he gave not even the slightest grin, smile or indication that their relationship had changed in the slightest!

There was another part of Conner, small and flippant and tired that just wanted to stop thinking about it and just act. It was a cold-hearted beast but he couldn't wrap his head around only the pure logic of “you get to pay rent AND get off? What's there to think about?" for very long without feeling filthy in a guilty way he couldn't place.

He grimaced again, looking back up at the tv, and shortly after back to his phone. After three whole days of this feeling he was getting pretty sick of thinking about it. It was eating into his days, classes and sleep. If he had any chance of getting to the bottom of it, he figured he had to go through. See if the feeling was consistent or evolved. If he recalled correctly in the moment, he had…actually been enjoying himself guilt free, and there was a certain security in the scandal of it all that his secret would be safe.

He opened his secure messenger, one of those apps that deleted messages shortly after they were opened and prevented screenshots.

“Hey, where are you this afternoon?"

There was no reply for a while, the human watched the chat for three straight minutes left unread. After another twenty or so he got a reply and nearly leapt out of his couch as his phone buzzed.

“I'll be free and on site around four pm."

Simple, straight forward, and expecting his move. Conner swallowed around the lump in his throat. He had been thinking about this for three days but he suddenly realized he didn't have a plan at all.

“I'd be down for another blowjob. If you were interested." He typed, trying to come off as aloof but looking at it now it was obviously he was trying too hard.

“Oh would you? You seemed a bit more than 'down' with it last time." The bulldog countered. It might have been playful but it was hard to tell over the massager. Conner didn't know how to reply to that, but he didn't have too. “I'll be there at 415. Wear those blue basketball shorts you wear when you do laundry, and my shirt."

Conner would have flushed if he wasn't already so red in the face. He knew the shorts, the size too small he wore exclusively when he was out of clean clothes… he thought back to the sweat stained wife beater, how much it reeked in the best way. He hadnt put it back on since that night be he had not washed it or tossed it away either. He once caught himself staring at it and getting upset.

He only had about an hour until Si-Mister Fawkes arrival so he hopped in the shower despite his attire soon being a dirty working mans shirt. The calm and clean he felt getting out was met with the feel of sweat hardened fabric and musk. Surprisingly though it didn't make him feel less calm or upset. If anything it was putting him in what he could only call after all his internet searching, a headspace. He imagined and hoped it was all business, a professional in and out headspace but he was coming to terms ever so slowly with the undeniable fact that he was also looking forward to the bulldogs arrival. Even if that anticipation was full of nerves and solely based on a need to understand how he was feeling.

The knock came quicker than he thought, and with a gulp he opened the door once more to the massive bulldog, his grin back, and his presence imposing. Once more he stepped in without a word and gave Conner a look over, he nodded and grinned, shutting the door. “Im so fucking glad you knew what shorts I meant. You really like to tease the residents with those don't you?"

Conner crossed his arms and looked down to the floor. Ignoring the comment he looked back up to meet the other mans eyes. “I'm down with another blow job if you are…you can…thrust into my face or whatever if you want again."

The bulldog was in another wife beater and shorts of his own. He had a cooler bag over his one shoulder and a dirty looking rag overt the other. he crossed his own arms and smiled again. “Sure. But I wont be thrusting. I'll be sitting with a beer and you will be doing all the work. Its been a looooooong day." He exaggerated with a big stretch and a sigh. “I could use some TLC." He brushed passed the smaller human, not rough, but assured he wouldn't be stopped and set his bag down on the couch. “I don't want to be a burden…but you should probably come over here and take these pants off BEFORE I sit down and get comfy."

Another grin, more expectation, and still Conner wasn't upset. Indignant and uncertain for sure, but not actually upset. He walked over and moved the coffee table, meeting the older mans eyes while he groped at his tied pant string. They were so close Conner could smell him again, could feel his breath on his own face and see the damp of his jowls. The man was nearly DROOLING with desire. Conner tried to see it as a good thing for 'the goal'. If MISTER FAWKES wanted to come in here worked up it would be less work for him…but part of him could not deny how much he was actually enjoying this. The human gulped and took a big breath before dropping to his knees, lowering the bulldogs shorts down with him.

The heat rolling off his fat sheath was intoxicating. The human actually felt his body shiver, his cock throb and his fists clench with the need. Sir was already leaking, the red tip of his cock sticking just barely out his plump sheath with a wet gleam. “Oh? No kiss for me?" Sir asked, cracking open the can of beer with a pop. “to each their own…did you shower just now?" he asked sitting and getting comfy. Conner nodded, prying his eyes from the drop of pre forming and meeting the Bulldogs stare. “I like your stink…" he noted, taking a sip of the beer and closing his eyes. “It really has been a long day though boy. Get to it."

Conner gulped, leaning in and licking the pre away faster than he thought he was going to. Some part of him was caving into this, the sex itself, the man, the smell and feel and submission were all something he was mostly familiar and comfortable with, but was he really just hung up on the situation? In the moment it seemed so far away, like a switch had flipped when he was told to get started that propelled him forward. Was this really what he had been so upset about these last few days? He loved sucking cock, and he loved paying rent and he….

The human tried not to think about it, his tongue already inside the mans musky sheath and eliciting moans from him. “fuck boy….id say a little more than eager aint yah?" for the first time it wasn't played up for a laugh or a tease. Conner looked up at the bulldog, his eyes closed and tongue lulling out. He peaked down and grinned, “It's real sensitive in there…you like the musk boy?" Conner nodded, blushing. “There plenty more on my balls. Give those a lick. See if you can get em both in that velvet mouth of yours…"

The human groaned, his cock already hard and his mind racing. Was he actually indignant or was he just supposed to be? He couldn't deny that this was hot as hell. That this situation was basically a porn plot he would pay to watch. He never imagined he would wind up here but did it really matter?

Sir's cock slipped from its sheath all at once, nearly slapping Conner in the face while he leaned down to stick his nose in the dogs sweaty sack. His balls were a good size, his musk was on another level. The himan could feel the heat coming off of them, and the smell encapsulating him. His nose was wet with it as he licked, the smell sticking and spreading over him.

“oh good boooooy…" the larger man groaned, “Fuck you really are a natural… glad you are getting into it as much as I am. I might even expect a call sooner this time eh?" he was back to the teasing. He grabbed conners hair gently and pulled him up, his fat cock leaving a streak of pre in his beard as the two locked eyes. “Come up for air and kiss me. Clothes off, get in my lap."

Conner almost pointed out the bulldog had said that he was to offer suggestions, not the bulldog delivering orders but that argument was quickly made invalid by the speed Conner found himself stripping down. He was panting, the smell of Sirs sweaty balls stuck in his nose and the taste of his salty pre still fresh. He got unto the dogs lap, their cocks rubbing together and the landlord wasted no time shoving his tongue as far into Conner mouth as was possible. It wasn't gentle and romantic, but lustful and aggressive. He wanted this and he was taking it. Conner was simply complying. The beer left a taste behind Conner couldn't make himself enjoy, but his body was beyond responding to the physicality of it all.

A small voice, getting louder in his head wondered why he had been so worked up about this. He ran through thoughts rapid fire, shooting each excuse and reason down. It wasn't like they were dating, the age thing didn't ACTUALLY bother him unless he thought about his own fathers age too hard.

He didn't care particularly how he managed to pay for his rent, and frankly he didn't have a chance of doing so otherwise after the hole he had dug himself.

He himself was in control of the activities, apparently he would be offered suggestions but that didn't bother him. The human honestly felt a strange security in knowing exactly what he would be getting up too. There wasn't a surprise element to their interactions and…

And…

And he liked this.

This, whatever this dynamic was. He like the strength and the submission. The safety and the value. The pleasure and the activities and the tastes, smells, sensation, thoughts and words.

He liked being called boy. He liked having this man in his place and the dynamic of his desires verses his sensabilities at only being available when he was available. Just because it was porn-esqu didn't mean it was less hot or more filthy for it to be happening.

He thought about a sticker he saw at the bus-stop in his little woke city on the west coast. “Sex work is real work." He flushed, thinking it crazy that such a sticker could ever apply to a kid from a small midwestern town in school. To him. That someone like this bulldog could have wanted HIM enough to have started all this.

He flushed, pulling back for air and getting just enough to see a line of spit connecting them from Sir's jowls before he was pulled back in. The other man had looked positively frantic. His calm demeaner from before was nowhere to be seen. Did…did Conner have this effect on him? This appetite and lust and tension? While he didn't think of himself as unattractive, the human had never thought his body able to produce such a reaction from another.

“I changed my mind. You sit down, I AM going to fuck your face…" Sir said simply. He was panting, a growl lingering in the undertones of his deep voice. A request, but somewhere near a demand. Regardless Conner did not feel any desire to rebut.

They fumbled around the couch, Conner sitting while the bulldog tugged his pants the rest of the way off over his boots. He was rock hard and grunting, his shirt came off again too and his furry chest was on full display.

It was odd being attracted to this canine, the age and body type were not Conners established interests. He found it difficult to explain what about the fur and the beer gut and the arms made him so appearly, but regardless they were and he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

Sir chuckled, wasting no time on a quip he stepped forward and angled his dripping fat daddy cock right at Conners open mouth. His balls slapped conners chin and he was only half way in, easing Conner into it but thrusting his hips with a barely contained need.

“I cant wait to break that little gag reflex of yours….the sounds are nice I'll admit, but I want to be balls deep in you at both ends without issue before this little arrangement is done…" he grabbed conners hair and forced his eyes to look up at his over his belly while he pulled out and pressed back in. Conner did his best to breath, but his uncontrollable moans and groans and needy cock kept distracting him and soon his eyes were watering and he was choking on daddy dick.

“How do you like that? You like Sir's cock already?" Conner nodded and moaned. He choked briefly but was able to get away with just a bit of spit falling to the couch under him before the dog continued.

“Words. Talk with your mouth full, no ones gunna tell."

Conner tried, the sounds vibrating along sirs cock and getting stuck. He approximated “ahhhh wuuuu uhhhh oooo muuuu thweeee" (I love it so much sir)

“Good boy, I bet you do…fuck."

They worked slowly like that for a while, the amount of spittle and pre rarely an issue, and only twice did the dog have to pull out completely for the human to catch his breath.

There were no more words. Not really. Sounds and affirmations. Curses and moans. “Fuck yeah" and mhmmmm" and the wet repetitive sound of a well filled hole that needed the reward at the end.

“Fuck." The canine said again, grabbing the Conners arms to force them back over his head where they remained under the canine grip. They had been lazily playing with his belly fur, rubbing the dogs ass or cupping his balls when they were stroking their owners dick. Conner was so hard it hurt but he also didn't want it to end. He edged and groaned and whined and thought about nothing but the pleasure.

Now, his wrists functioned as handles for the tempo to increase.

“You naughty fuckin boy. You really do got a stellar fucking mouth on you."

Conner moaned and whined, desperate to touch his own cock again. He looked up at the dogs closed eyes. He was close. The cock in his mouth was leaking pre like a faucet and throbbed with a determined regularity. By this point, the tip was pressing into his throat and causing him to gag but he was unable to get away and unwilling to try harder than a feeble pull at his wrists.

“FUCK!"

Sir pulled out, rapidly pumping his cock with his paw while the other kept Conners wrists back. He came in large hot spurts over Conners face. It was in his beard and hair, it sat heavy on his lips and over his left eye. The dog kept pumping, Conner now recalling how MUCH he had swallowed the last time. The human moaned out loud, this time his voice unobstructed and higher than bhe thought. Needier. He was too delirious with pleasure to feel embarrassed as he licked his lips and waited for the last few throbs to drip onto him. He opened his mouth when his tongue couldn't reach more.

Sir panted heavily, eventually looking down at his handiwork with a chuckle and a grin. “fuck boy…white looks good on you." He slipped his cock back into the boys waiting mouth where he cleaned it off expertly. “Fuuuuck, you really are a natural born cock-sucker aren't you? I feel like I was teasing last time but its got a bit of truth to it yeah?" Conner agreed as best he could, looking up with bleary eyes.

There was a moment there, in the haze where Conner thought the man would jerk him off, but with a quick re-position, and a shuffle, Conner sat on his couch while the man got dressed. “I kinda took the lead. New rule ill add for yah, an extra 25 if thing change course like that. “he said simply, putting the $75 on the counter before exiting the apartment. “see you soon kid."