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Sex-dates part one

S/M Bear

WARNING: this story is only for adults, please enjoy if you can, this story contains domination, tit torture, ball torture and watersports. Be adviced.

Jale was trembling with anticipation as he chatted with another guy on his favorite place to get sex-dates. The guy's online name was "Kinky Leather and Bondage" which boded well for the half-perverted cocker-spaniel's lusts for sex of a different sort.

Though he was naturally shy, especially about his identity as a mostly homosexual bisexual, Jale had been the one to initiate contact with the obviously kinky bear.

Though the bear's profile had no facial pictures, and those pictures uploaded showed a chubby male encased in latex suits (which was definitely NOT the young dog's favorite kink) the profile text had drawn him in with promises of hot kinky sex in a safe environment. The perceptive young canine could sense from the profile text that this was a nice guy with a lot of kinky experience and with the equipment to turn any night into an orgy of sexual pain and pleasure. The great thing about this particular dating site was that you could tag which fetishes turned you on. Jale had not done this, since he didn't want potential dates to be turned away by his very perverted and dirty kinks. But the sado-masochistic bear had no such qualms, and had tagged many of the kinks that turned Jale on. He also had an extensive profile text which described in detail what one could expect him to do in a session.

This had drawn Jale in like a bear to honey.

After the usual greetings, exchanges of names and all that trivial bull they had started talking about the dirty businesses they both enjoyed

KLB: So, which kinds of kinks turn you on?

J: well, you know.. Um, dominance and submission.

KLB: that's a kinda broad definition, can you narrow it down for me?

J: heh, well I often fantasize about being ordered to do stuff

KLB: so you are a sub?

J: Mostly. Uhm, I sometimes imagine being the master, but mostly it's the idea of being dominated that turns me on.

KLB: okay, that suits me fine ;) How old are you, and what's your data?

J: 19 years, 180 cm's, 75kg's. You?

KLB: 34, 190, 117, chubby, you fine with that?

The bear was obviously referring to the fact that his weight was much heavier than what most found attractive.

J: heh, yeah, that's ok with me. It also says so in my profile text: sex isn't so much about the person's body, but about personality J

KLB: cool, I feel that way too J

So if we meet, what would you like me to do? Should we start off slowly, and then let it go where it leads?

J: That sounds like a good idea, then we can also find out if we are attracted to each other in RL

KLB: right, but is there anything specifically you want me to do to you?

Jale only hesitated a few moments before writing back

J: there is one thing; I'm turned on by watersports

The older male was very fast in writing back after that response

KLB: that's hot!

In what ways do you like it?

Me pissing on you, or...?

Jale felt comfortable enough to write his response clearly

J: I want you to piss directly into my mouth ;)

KLB: Very naughty ;)

J: You have no idea :D ;)

KLB: Seriously, my pants are getting wet with pre right now, when do you want to meet up?

J: Uhm, I don't know, when do you have the time

KLB: how about tonight?

Jale quickly looked at the watch on his computer, 15;37, he figured he could easily take a shower and prepare himself for the encounter by washing out his ass. Also he hadn't pawed off yet this day, and his erection was even now straining against his boxers.

J: that would be fine J

KLB: Do you have the place?

J: not really, I live in a small apartment with thin walls, don't really want my neighbors to hear my kinky side :p

KLB: all right

The next post was the bear's address

KLB: can you get there by yourself, or would you like me to pick you up?

Jale was a bit opportunistic, so naturally he wrote:

J: Pick me up J

KLB: Allrigh J, when and where?

The horny dog wrote his address and specified the time for the pick-up at seven o'clock

After exchanging phone-numbers Jale took a long shower, fondling his sheath and washing his cock, mentally imagining how hot the night might become. After washing his body, he shaved his balls and ass, and trimmed his pubic hair, for a most pleasing look.

After all, he wouldn't want to disappoint his newfound master.

He spent the next one and-a-half hour browsing kinky porn and every so often checking in on his sexdate's profile, vividly imagining what the large bear was going to do to him, all the time fondling himself, even jerking off a bit, but never cumming. That was for later.

Fifteen minutes before their planned rendezvous, the bear called Jale on his cellphone.

"Hey, it's Thomas, from Yiffdate. Yeah, sorry I come by so early. I just couldn't wait."

Jale didn't mind at all, he had spent the last half hour looking longingly at the clock on the computer, "That's fine, are you here already?"

"Yep," the bear responded, "I've parked it right in front of your entrance, it's the grey van"

"Okay, I'll be down in a sec," Jale said. He quickly took on his shoes and hoisted a small backpack over his slender shoulders, before running down the three stories of stairs of the hallway. At the bottom of the staircase he stopped his almost wild dash, and with an air of (somewhat faked) confidence, opened the door and strode towards the grey van, which was parked exactly where Thomas had said it would be. The young dog's heart beat wildly in anticipation and a slight fear; you never knew...

On the front seat sat the chubby bear, a friendly expression on his face. He waved for Jale to come and sit in the passenger side, and when the nervous canine had settled in he extended his big, meaty paw.

"Hello, I'm Thomas."

Jale grabbed the paw with his own and they shook hands like men, not softly, but firmly

"Name's Jale, pleased to meet you."

The older bear laughed at this, a good-natured rumble that made his belly roll visibly; "Hah! It's not often I meet such a polite young fellow." The bear's genuine smile told Jale that there was nothing sarcastic about the remark, only friendly banter.

"My mother raised me well I guess," the cocker-spaniel said with a smile of his own. The bear laughed some more and said:

"Now that we've been introduced, let's drive to my place"

Jale agreed, obviously not turned off by this friendly, big fellow.

While the bear drove, concentrating on driving, his young date took the time to inspect him properly. It was summer, so the sun was still up, making it easy to make out the features of the chubby ursine. Thomas' brown fur looked well-maintained, with that healthy sheen, though the hair-growth on his head seemed to be thinning out, easily marking the age-difference between the two males. He wore a pair of jeans, and a loose off-white t-shirt, which had short enough sleeves to show Jale the full extent of the older man's big arms. As they expanding and contracted during his driving, Jale could see that not all of the arms' size was from fat, the arms actually looked pretty tight and strong.

"So kid, you ever tried something like this before?" The bear asked curiously. "I mean, you are just pretty young to be into the S/M game..."

Jale blushed a bit and explained: "I've been turned on by domination and submission for a long time, and have played around with pain a little myself. I have never tried it with another person before though. But it's the dominance part that really turns me on, I'm not so much for hard pain I think."

The bear looked pensieve for a moment, then said, "So, you are not into being slapped, or poked with needles and stuff like that?"

The young canine almost looked horrified at the last comment, clearly showing in his face. The bear saw that and added, "because sometimes, when I'm the sub myself, I like to have that done to me." He grinned self-conciously and focused on driving again.

"What, so you are a switch?" Jale said, knowing the term from many sites he had been to.

"Yep, actually I'm the sub half the times I do this stuff, though I almost never let anyone fuck me. It's the pain that gets me off, you know that good kind of pain, like having your nipples twisted."

Jale nodded to show he understood, he had often pawed off while hanging clothespins on his nipples, the pain seeming almost sweet to him, propelling his orgasms towards greater heights.

The drive was not a long one, and after about ten minutes they arrived at the bear's place, an apartment in a nice neighborhood.

The bear showed him into his apartment and shut the door behind him, locking it first with the normal lock and then with one of those extra chain thingies, that Jale knew wouldn't do anything to deter a possible burglar, but provided just a wee bit more feeling of security. The large ursine noticed his look and explained with a sly grin, "so we won't be disturbed."

After taking off his shoes and dumping his backpack, Jale was let into a nice living room, with shelves crammed with souvenir mini-structures from all over Europe and the near east, posters of Pink Floyd (nice taste there, Jale thought) and a couple of leather couches, a two-seater and a three-seater, the last being positioned to view the large, if non-flat screen television. In front of the two couches that stood at a 90 degree angle to each other was a nice glass table, with a large ashtray dominating the view. Another part of the room was taken up by a dinner table with four chairs standing around it.

"Oh, you're a smoker?" Jale asked

"Yes, though I'm trying to cut back," the bear said sheepishly

"That suits me fine," the dog said, and produced a tenpack of his favorite cigs, lit one and started smoking, sitting down in the soft couch and trying to relax. He made sure to do it with ease and some sensuality, taking his time to roll the smoke about in his mouth and sucking the cigarette with obvious pleasure. He smoked for two reasons; the first was that he was nervous as hell, having never tried the kind of sex he expected to experience, the second was to give the bear a chance to see him relaxed and unconcerned. Though he might be the sub tonight, he was a nineteen-year-old, athletic and handsome young man. In his own eyes he was a prize to be won by someone worthy, and he wanted to give the older, fatter bear a bit of that feeling, because, as far as looks were concerned, he could strive for someone much better looking.

The bear had lit a cigarette of his own, a light version of the same brand as Jale's, and was observing the young dog with obvious interest and desire. Jale knew the reason for this desire; he had read on the older fur's profile that smoking, and especially smoking blowjobs, turned him on. He had known this, and still acted surprised when he saw the ashtray, not wanting to spoil the bear's chances of "surprising" him.

His slender frame and good looks probably played into the equation as well.

Thomas had sat down on the couch as well, after getting two glasses and big bottle of cola. They spent some time talking about this and that, getting a feeling of each other. They talked about music, Thomas being a huge fan of Pink Floyd, and Jale having seen Roger Waters perform a couple of years back made for excellent subjects of conversation.

The chemistry was there, obviously, their personalities didn't differ two much from one another, and they could have probably spent the rest of the evening talking about this and that. However these two guys were both way too horny for such a thing to happen. The large bear was the first to make a move, extending his left arm and grabbing Jale's right thigh in one of the few pauses in the conversation.

"So, are you ready to step it up a notch?" Thomas said, his voice low and gentle, as if he was afraid of Jale pulling back now he had initiated events.

Instead of saying anything Jale let his right arm sneak under the big arm and grabbed the massive left thigh of the big male once, then he began caressing it. The bear started to movi his hand as well, and for a short while they sat like this, enjoying the simple contact of caressing each other and focusing on the pleasure radiating from each others' hands. Our canine protagonist started to pant ever so slightly, and his cock started to slowly creep out of its sheath, turned on by the big warm hand almost massaging his thigh. He didn't react unfavorably when the bear let his hand trail upwards, turning his arm so he could let his hand slide over the young canine's slender stomach. As the bear let his hand caress Jale in a circular pattern, the dog twisted his own arm and let his hand travel upwards from the thigh, sliding over the bear's prominent belly and simply resting there.

The young canine was amazed as to how warm the bear seemed to be, not realizing he himself had started to perspire with the sweat of arousal. It was at this time they both started to turn towards each other, having so far been sitting with their sides to each other. Now both their hands had the opportunity to roam freely across each others' bodies. Jale paying special attention to the bear's upper body, while Thomas kept his hands groping and grabbing the young canine's thighs and lower abdomen.

Jale worked his hands over the bear's breasts, pinching the nipples through the thin fabric of the t-shirt he wore. The big ursine let his hands in under Jale's t-shirt and let his warm hands feel the soft fur and tight skin of the young man he was with.

Ever so slowly Thomas moved his head forward, and the slightly shorter canine angled his own upwards, so their lips met in a sensual kiss. After the first couple of probing kisses they started going for it fully and their tongues intertwined with each other and the volume was starting to get higher. The dog was panting, the bear's breath was rumbling in his chest, and their kisses sent wet noises out in the air.

While they kissed, their hands continued exploring, with them both working obviously down towards their crotches. Jale was the first to make contact, his left paw brushing against a big bulge in the bear's pants while his right hand tended to the sensitive nipples and sometimes grabbing and squeezing the bear's man-boobs. As his paw touched the big cock, even though it was separated by trousers and whatnot from direct contact, Thomas gave an audible moan. This made the young canine horny and he started rubbing his hand up and down the sizeable length, making sure his right hand twisted the bear's nipple a little harder. The big ursine was already leaking pre into his pants, and Jale could feel the slight dampness even through the jeans.

Thomas' paws had been unused for a short time, but now they started roaming across the cocker-spaniel's body with much more pressure than before, and one of them quickly found Jale's own bulge while the other pressed up from underneath, stimulating both cock, inner thighs and balls. The bear broke their heavy kissing, looked Jale directly in the eye, and deliberately applied a forceful amount of pressure from underneath, squeezing the young dog's testicles against his own body. Jale arched his back and let out a hiss of pain and pleasure from the sensations radiating from his crotch, then he was right back as Thomas released the pressure and they started kissing again.

"Fuck you are one hot boy, aren't you?" Asked the bear in a lustful growl that almost made the young man shiver

"Yes, and I'm yours now. Master." The big ursine looked him in the eyes and nodded once, letting him understand that he had understood. The game was on.

"There's a good boy," the bear said, "now get my pants open and suck my dick."

The bear moved to the end of the sofa that stood closest to the two-seater and relaxed back against the soft leather, got one leg up and stretched it and put his other foot on the ground, giving Jale easy access. The young canine immediately started to unbutton the pants and snuck his paw in, letting it caress the bulge there. Then he leaned down and put his mouth directly on where the bear's pre had seeped through his boxers.

The smell of musk and the scent of arousal mixed together and formed a symphony inside Jale's head. Through the bear's boxers he could feel the warm, moist hardness touching his lips, a slight taste of salt on his tongue. He bobbed his head up and down while gnawing at the lump with his tongue over his teeth. His work had an immediate effect on the big ursine, who began to moan ever so slightly, his breathing became more labored at the pleasure he was receiving.

After a minute or two suckling on the cloth-covered dick, Jale turned his attention on the bear's scrotum, almost stabbing his muzzle down under between the thick legs. The musk hit him first, the undeniable, incredible smell and taste of a man's balls. Again the horny canine let his lips cover his teeth as he gnawed softly on hidden orbs, and again the bear moaned in passion as his junk was serviced.

But it could not last, the bear was becoming impatient. He pushed back Jale's head after only a small time had passed and growled: "Take off my boxers and suck my cock, whelp."

The simple command made Jale look up with submissive eyes while his hands pulled down the bear's boxers. The sight and the smell of a thick, longish, human style cock greeted him.

I'm in heaven, thought Jale, as he bent down. The thick cock was wet from arousal, hard as a rock, and a thick drop of pre was shining in the piss-slit. Thomas bit his lips as he saw his young slave open his mouth and lick off that single drop, a thin thread of the liquid drawn from the cock to his muzzle. Jale looked the bear straight in the eye as he took in his tongue and took his first taste of the big male, a slutty expression on his face.

Then he was down on the cock again, his lips locking tightly and pushing down the foreskin while his muzzle ever so slowly enveloped the bear's meat. The taste of arousal, musk and a hint of urine hit his taste buds, triggering his brain and making his own cock harder than ever.

The bear was simply leaning backwards, enjoying the service done to his prick, while imagining the things he would be doing to this young slut when they were finished with this little intermezzo as far as the kinky game was concerned.

Jale was getting warmed up, his muzzle filled with spit and pre, and he took that cock deeper and deeper into his mouth, twisting his head, turning his head, his tongue gliding around the hard piece from all directions, while the bear moaned and twisted a bit.

Now he had started a routine bobbing up and down, doing nothing else. He took the cock as deep as he could, speeding up gradually. The bear's moans were getting sharper and Jale could feel sweat forming on the big body.

"Stop." Came the command suddenly. The young dog took his mouth off the cock, it spasmed thrice in the cool air, a bead of precum appearing.

"You almost had me cumming there boi, this is not the time for me to be done with you." The bear growled. "Get out of your clothes. All of them, it's time we have some fun."

Shivering with anticipation the horny canine undressed as fast as possible, his athletic/slender body looking very thin and weak compared to the big male he was submitting to. This was a dream come true for him, as he had never tried playing with a S/M master before. The unknown part was what frightened him the most, the part where he didn't know if the guy was some kind of murderer or crazed rapist. He swallowed just once as the bear stepped closer to him, having somehow obtained a pair of handcuffs while he had been busy undressing.

He walked past the youth, anticipation boiling his guts. It was so long since he had played these kinds of games, and he couldn't remember having a slave that young or boyish looking. It made his cock ache as it strained against his trousers. He felt that being dressed was more dominant when the other was naked, and it gave him great pleasure to drink in that young body with his eyes. His heart speeding just a bit as he noticed the canine's erection halfway out of its sheath, obviously enjoying the game so far. Let's see about the next part, heh.

He reached for one of the chairs at the dinner-table and sat it on the middle of the floor, between the TV and the sofa-table. Standing behind the backrest of the chair he ordered his slave:

"Sit down."

Jale felt slightly apprehensive, this was to be his first time ever restricted by someone else, but he sat down none-the-less with his back to the big bear.

He felt the heavy and hairy arms coming around him, enveloping him in a kind of hug, trapping both his arms against his body, apparently the handcuffs were not to be used yet. He could feel the hands searching out his nipples and starting to squeeze first in unison, then in alternating pulsations of pain and pleasure as the big bear started to grip tighter and tighter. Jale was hard as a rock now, his red canine cock sticking sharply out of his sheath, while a visible bulge spread out still inside its cover. His legs tensing at every jolt of pain as the bruin tightened his fingers, and relaxing again at the pleasure of a finger releasing.

The slave had begun to whine, deeply from stomach, from the painful sensations he was subjected to. His legs started to tremble from the exquisite nipple torture, his cock bright red as ever.

The bear let go of his slave's arms and nipples and walked around the chair, enjoying the look of relief on the young man's face, knowing it would soon begin all over again. The handcuffs, so far lying unnoticed on the sofa-table, were the next step.

"Put your hands behind your back, sow." He said, the snap of command evident in his otherwise pleasant voice.

As his slave obeyed, he handcuffed him securely but not too tight. The canine erection had gone down again, and the bear gave the sheath a couple of squeezes before rummaging through his box of toys, hithero unseen behind the small sofa. There he found several objects he would use on the soon-to-be helpless Jale, and a coil of rope.

"I'm going to put on a blindfold on you now, but not a gag, I want to hear your moans clearly," He stated, a note of horny eagerness in his voice. He deftly tied Jale up in a bundle, the coils of rope going around and around the chair and the arms, binding his arms tighter than when Thomas had been holding him, but still leaving his body open for fun. Next came the legs: first a spreader bar at the knees, adjusted so that the legs were as far out as possible, while more coils of rope fastened him to the legs of the chair by his ankles.

"now you are mine you little bitch" the bear growled, "all mine to play with as I please, to torment, to humiliate! I am gonna make you question yourself why you even got here!"

It was all an act, Thomas was more or less the most gentle person he knew of, but the young man didn't know that, and the thrill of playing him psychologically made his groin tingle with lustful anticipation. He fastened the blindfold and got to work.

The world was dark, his wrists hurt a little from the unyielding metal, his arms and his ankles hurt from the rope, and his knees chafed against the spreader bar. He was totally open, totally vulnerable and totally defenseless. Even if he wanted out, there would be no way he could escape from his bondage. Jale was trapped.

He could hear the heavy breathing of his master off to his right, and the sound of something metallic being prepared. He felt the hand of his master grip his right nipple and squeeze. Having just been subjected to the treatment, the nipple was sore and sensitive, and the pain blossoming from his chest was stronger than he could have anticipated.

His master's hand gripped even tighter.

Now Jale was in torment, small high-pitched whines escaped his throat as the burning sensation of his nipple being squeezed waxed and waned with each beat of his heart. His fists were clenched and his feet pressing down on the soft carpet, his body subconsciously craving something to hold on to, to get away. But he couldn't.

He gasped with relief as the hand let go of his nipple, but immediately an even stronger pinch was applied with the crystalline sound of metal grinding against metal. He guessed it was some kind of clamp.

Then as the sensation took over his mind he yelped, once and loud, after which his throat started to make pitiful whining sounds.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow" he whined, the pain from the clamp seemingly getting stronger and stronger for every second.

"Ho, it seems like I have found your threshold." The deep voice said right in his ear. "let's see how far I can push you before you break.."

Jale was almost not having fun anymore, the pain was much worse than anything he had ever subjected himself to, he had never known such a little thing could hurt so much. And then it got worse. Now it was his left nipple that was squeezed tighter and tighter, but it somehow made the clamp on his right nipple bearable, the two pains colliding and combining with each other in a way that was, almost, pleasant. Though he didn't notice it, his cock started to harden again.

Then his master released his pinch, and applied a clamp, just like on the right nipple. The canine slave lost his erection again, as the big bear just did nothing, while the sharp pain from his nipples occupied all of his thoughts. The two clamps in unison almost bringing him to tears.

His whining had died down, and was just a slight whimper from the back of his throat, while his jaw was tight from clenching. He felt a sharp sting as one of the clamps were tampered with, then his voice started to sound clearly again.

The bear was grasping both clamps at once, twisting them, turning them, pulling them away while their small teeth bit into the young slave's tender skin, and letting them be pulled gently back, while the dog made small sounds of discomfort at every movement, and high-pitched yelps more than once.

But Thomas was getting bored with this game, and a look downstairs on his pet told the same story. That red, canine cock had retreated back into its sheath, while the bound legs were vibrating as if the pain on the torso was a pain in them.

He wasn't finished tormenting his slave, but he had deserved a rest. A little rest.

Gently the big man released the nipple-clamps and put them on the table, each one removed made his pet whine loudly. The skin around the nipples was red and chafed, and the nipples themselves were both squished a bit flat and filled with indentions from the teeth of the clamps. The right one was even bleeding a little bit. His slave just sat there with open mouth, gasping for air, clearly relieved the torment was over for now. That didn't sit well with the bear, who started licking the nipples. After such a session, even getting the nipples licked would hurt, and Jale proved to the master that his experience was correct; The young dog whined and moaned while his master serviced his nipples, playing with them with his tongue. Thomas let his teeth sink into the left nipple and was amused to hear a tortured yelp rise from his slave again.

After a couple more passes with his tongue he let the nipples be. Both of them were puffed up, red and raw, and he probably wouldn't play too much with them anymore. Pain is good, too much pain is no good. The empty sheath also bothered him, his slave should be enjoying the work he put into the session. So he got down on his knees, in front of the bound and blindfolded canine, and let his tongue travel deeply into the sheath. Murring slightly at the taste of young arousal and immature musk.

The dog's cock was quick enough to harden and he soon had something to fill his mouth with, enjoying the moans of passion coming from his slave's throat. Thomas had always been of the belief that a slave should have both pain and pleasure to get the fullest out of a session, especially a novice. And now he did his best to make the young man enjoy himself, letting his hands gently brush over the abused chest and almost chuckling as the cock in his mouth gave twitch after twitch every time his hands just neared those painful nipples.

Being experienced, it was easy for the bear to bring his slave close to climax. The sound of it was unmistakable, heavier breathing, the hips shooting forward in an attempt to hump his face, a low sound gradually building up in the slave's mouth. When he figured ejaculation was a few seconds away, he quickly took his mouth off that wonderful organ (the size had been just right for his mouth) and squeezed, not at the knot, but directly on the shaft.

Jale's orgasm was ruined, as the wonderful sensation on his cock stopped and the sudden, harsh pressure on his dick prevented anything from coming out.

"Noooo," he whined, "why did you stop?"

The bear apparently wasn't interested in answering; he just took hold of the young man's balls and squeezed them once, hard. Jale got the message and shut his mouth, the darkness around him again reminding him that he was there to be used, not to be pleasured.

It appeared the big man had taken a liking to his balls, he started fondling them, pressing hard from time to time, pulling down, each movement brought Jale a small amount of pain, and his whining started to rise in his throat again. It suddenly stopped, and the bear rummaged through his box again, finding some new toy.

*crack!*

A sudden burning sensation on his right thigh.

*crack!*

Now on his left thigh, he was obviously being whipped, but it didn't hurt so bad, even less than having his balls pulled this way and th- *crack!* now the pain was right on his balls, and any other thought left him. He yelped once again at the sudden pain blooming from his most private part, trying to put his legs together only to be prevented by the spreader bar. *crack!* another hit on his balls, this one hit one of his stones so hard that it sent bile rising up his throat and a keening wail erupted from his mouth, before a big hand suddenly covered it and clamped shut on it, so only a little bit of the sound got through.

Now the slaps on his balls, for they were more slaps than anything, (perhaps a riding crop?) were fast and not nearly as hard hitting as the first couple of blows. But anyone who has had a succession of blows rained over their body knows that the last blow always hurts more than the first for some reason, and the dog could feel this as well. At the same time the pain from his balls was making him horny, his cock hardening up, though it hadn't retreated to its sheath since the blowjob.

The bear was enjoying himself. First he had found the limit, and now he was way below it, the pain he dealt also registering as pleasure for his slave. The first round of this session was coming to an end, he felt, and soon they would have to take a break. If not for the young guy's sake, then for his own. Tormenting someone is harder work than you might think, especially for an overweight smoker.

With that thought in mind he stopped whipping him with the riding crop. He almost laughed out loud at the sight of the dog's muscles spasming a couple of times extra, having fallen into a rhythm of pain and anticipation.

He gently undid the various knots, and uncoiled the rope, leaving his bitch sitting naked in a chair with the handcuffs on.

Those will stay on a while yet, the bear thought, grabbed hold of Jale, and made him stand up. The poor guy was a bit unsteady on his legs, his breathing much faster than normal. That's what pain will do to you.

"I have to piss my boy, and you will be my toilet just like we arranged." The master said forcefully

"O-okay.. Sir. Where do you want to do it?" Jale asked, trying not to sound as if watersports was his favorite kink. He got no answer though, just the tug on his arms as he was lead out of the living room, still blindfolded, and out on the cold tiles of the toilet. His master sat him down on his knees against the cold and hard floor, and Jale just sat there, waiting.

"Open your mouth boy, try not to spill."

Jale's cock was hard as a rock even before he felt the tip of that thick cock on his tongue. He murred deeply and let his head bob just a little bit forward and then back again, showing his approval.

"Hngg, that's it boy, get ready, I have been holding my piss for a couple of hours now, since you said you wanted to be my toilet boi on the chat."

At first it was merely a dribble, the young dog wasn't even sure there was coming anything into his mouth. But as the big man above him relaxed, the stream took on strength and was soon spraying into his mouth.

The taste of it was intense, much stronger than his own normally tasted, and with a different, more acrid flavor. Having his lips closed around the cock meant he didn't get to smell it, but everytime he took a breath his nostrils sang with the scent of man and musk, the taste in his mouth tripling in intensity.

He decided he liked it that way, and angled his body and head slightly backwards, so that the piss was now splashing into his mouth giving the sound of a urinal being pissed in, the urinal that was himself. He let his face angle a bit more upwards, showing his willingness to his master: Am I a good enough toilet for you?

The stream continued, and every time his mouth filled up completely he swallowed, and his cock twitched in response. The sensation of drinking and drinking, his stomach gradually being filled with that warm and strong tasting liquid, it almost pushed him over the edge, his hands involuntarily strained against the handcuffs, trying to reach his cock that was blood-red now, angry veins showing his master how much of a turn-on this was.

And then it was over.

His mouth was still filled with that stinging taste, his nostrils taking in the scent of piss, both from the inside, and from where he had spilled all over his body when he had been forced to breathe in or swallow, the spray of piss coating and then sinking into his fur. For a moment everything ceased to exist and he simply sat there, on knees that were beginning to hurt, noticing the pain of the handcuffs on his wrists. He didn't care, this had been the most erotic experience in his life.

"Did you enjoy that slave? It sure looked like you did, heh, as did I. Using a sub as a toilet, this is my first time trying this. Now, let's get you all dried up and get those cuffs and that blindfold off you. After that we'll have a smoke, and then we will see to that both of us get to cum tonight."

Yup, that's it folks, hoped you enjoyed it. Comments and critisism is a favour to the writer I think