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Bound by a Bear

It was warm. He wasn't sure why that was the first thing he noticed as he woke up, but Jay could tell that this room was a good bit warmer than he remembered it being when he had fallen asleep. Comfortable, though.

The second thing he noticed was that he wasn't at home anymore, and that thought was the one that made him wide awake, right away.

His eyes opened, flicking around as he took in his surroundings. The walls weren't the walls of his bedroom, and the tiled floor wasn't the carpet that he remembered walking on every night before bed. Even the door was in the wrong place, as if he needed to see that to know that he wasn't in his own home anymore. He wasn't even lying on a bed anymore, just a small cushion, almost like a cat bed that one would keep for the smaller, domesticated animals that the humans had kept all those years ago.

He slowly pulled himself upright, a little shaky in the heat. It was like it was the height of summer, and his fur was damp with sweat. If he moved too fast, a few drops actually slid off and landed on the ground. He took a few steps off of his cushion, almost slipping on the tiles with how slick his footpaws were before he got his balance back. "Where...where am I?" Jay muttered, leaning against the wall of the room. It was slightly chilled compared to the air, and he liked how it felt against his palm pads.

A sudden thought struck him, and he looked down at himself.

Just as he was no longer in his own room, he no longer had his own clothes. The sweats and thin shirt he'd worn to bed were gone, replaced with nothing more than a pair of briefs that kept him just barely covered, and not much at that, considered it was hot enough to make them a little damp inside. If he'd been at home, he would have stripped out of them in a heartbeat and put something a little more comfortable on, but he didn't know where he was, or who else might be here, or why they'd put him in something like this for that matter.

The feline slowly sat down, taking stock of the situation. Why would anyone have grabbed him and taken him here, and from his bed no less? He admitted he was a good looking feline. Lean, like most of his species, he took good care of his tawny gold fur, keeping it well maintained and clean to the point where it gleamed. He wasn't overly muscular, but he had a few cords of it running through his limbs. His body was probably the sort that some would like, but it seemed kinda silly to kidnap someone from their home for a little bit of fun. There had to be another reason than that.

Try as he might, though, Jay couldn't quite think of any other reasoning that would actually work for a kidnapping. He wasn't a rich guy, though some might consider him well taken care of; there was no money there for a ransom or extortion attempt. He hadn't done anything in his life that would really earn him any enemies, or even bad neighbors. The only reason that made even a little sense was being kidnapped for another person's fun, but he couldn't think of why -

Click.

Jay looked up at the click and saw the door out start to open. He took a few deep breaths, pulling himself together and being a little more careful this time not to wobble or anything so he didn't look weak. He needed answers, and he wasn't going to get them if he looked like he'd just come off of an alcoholic binge. Jay pulled himself up, trying to look like he wasn't going to take anything but answers from the other guy.

However, as soon as the door was opened, he couldn't help but stare in amazement.

The male bear who stepped into his room was big. Not just tall, but chubby, his belly bouncing slightly with each step. His brown fur was thick and shaggy, not messy but full, long. Little red marks accented the otherwise brown fur, covering a mix of muscle and fat. The bear stood about three inches taller than him, and almost twice as wide. He wore little more than a tight set of leather pants and was otherwise naked, wearing not a shirt nor pants nor socks or shoes of any kind. Like the feline, the bear seemed a little sweaty, but he didn't seem bothered by it; if anything, he seemed to embrace the heat for some reason.

After taking in the sight of the other male for a moment or two, Jay forced himself to look away, shaking his head rapidly a few times before speaking. "Who are you? Why am I here?" he asked, hoping that his voice didn't sound as stunned as he felt, as...confused...almost attracted...as he did.

"Well, that's easy enough to answer," the bear said. He smiled, shutting the door behind him and locking the door. "You see, I've been pretty bored for a while, and I haven't been able to pick up anyone for a fun time for a while. I was walking past your place one time, and saw you. That was...hmm, I think the day before yesterday now. Yes, sounds about right." The bear smiled, crossing his arms and leaning against the door. "I figured you'd be good for a few days of fun. Considering the stuff that I've found out about you, I don't think that you'll be too bothered about it."

"What?!" Jay shouted, his eyes going wide. "What the heck are you talking abou - "

"Oh, some of the stuff that you look at on the computer, the different things in your life, the way that you garden; you look at a person carefully enough, their habits give away a lot, particularly when they think that no one's watching." Chuckling, the bear reached behind him. Jay heard a little click, and then blinked as he watched the bear pull a leash and collar out from behind him. "Your case? You're at least bi-sexual, if not more than that; you love bigger guys that can tell you what to do, at least some of the time; and you have one hell of a foot fetish even if you don't know it." Jay tried to say something, but the bear held up his hand to forestall any comments. "Don't bother arguing that, I know you do. And it's a good thing, too, because that's what we're going to be indulging this weekend."

Try as he might, the feline couldn't get a word in edgewise. The bear just kept talking, overwhelming anything that Jay tried to say with something new. Foot fetish? Bisexual? Liked being told what to do? What the heck was the bear talking about, and what the hell did Jay do to put out that he did like any of that stuff? He didn't, of course - well, other than the bi-sexual part - but he would need to figure out just what he did that made it look like he liked that stuff.

After he got out of here, of course. That was the important part.

He walked over to the bear, careful to keep just out of arm's length. "Look, I don't know what you were thinking, but I'm going to be going now. I don't want to do this, and I don't think that you have the right guy for this," he said, trying to be reasonable about all of this. "Why don't you just let me go, and I'll never bring up what happened here. You can go on and find someone else, and I'll never even think of you again?"

"That's a little rude, isn't it?" the bear said. "Not thinking of me again, when I've gone through all of this effort to get you here and have a little fun? That's not very nice." Closing his eyes, the bear shook his head a few times before stepping to the side. "Alright. Go."

Jay blinked. Would it really, really be that easy? It didn't seem possible, but if the bear was going to just let him go by...He stepped forward slowly, edging slowly around the bear and towards the doorway. The bear didn't seem to be too eager, just looking at the little cushion on the far side of the room, and the feline was already halfway through the door. He smiled, thinking that he was just about home free.

Just as he set a foot outside the room, however, he felt something wrap around his neck. It was strong, and thick, and though it wasn't tight enough to keep him from being able to breath easily, it was more than tight enough for him to be able to feel it pressing against his neck from all directions. He reached up, grabbing it in trepidation. His fingers traced over a collar, a collar with a d-ring at the front that was attached to the leash the bear had pulled out a moment ago. The feline looked back in shock, unable to even form the words for his questions.

"Do you really think I'm letting you go that easily?" the bear asked with a chuckle. He tugged on the leash, and despite his own decent strength, Jay was forced to step forward when the bear pulled. He was that strong. "Now, come along. I need a good bit of attention to my paws, and you're going to give it." The big male stepped around him, walking through the door and leading him along. Jay tried to stand his ground, but the bear's strength was too much to resist, and rather than make himself look ridiculous by fighting every step and almost being tugged to the ground, he walked along behind the bear.

As they walked, the bear was silent, but he seemed to walk in a way that showed off his paws. Maybe it was to test him, but Jay couldn't help but look down at them. They were broad and big, the pads on the bottom soft looking, which was different to see on bears. Usually the pads were a little rough from walking around on them so much, but this one seemed to take good care of them. The fur was slightly damp, and some of the pads actually looked a little wet, like the bear had been sweating just as much as he had, and it was starting to show.

When he realized he was not only staring at the paws of the guy who kidnapped him, but staring at them with that much intensity and interest, Jay groaned, shaking his head rapidly to try and get the thoughts out of his head .He wasn't like that. He wasn't into this kind of stuff.

It wasn't long before they seemed to reach their destination, the bear pushing a door open and walking through. He tugged the leash a little harder than he had been, and Jay was tugged right off his paws, falling to the floor.

He landed on a padded floor, much to his relief. Still, the impact pulled a grunt from his lips, and he was a little stunned from the sudden fall. As he pulled himself together, though, he felt the bear's hands grabbing him by the wrists. Looking up, he saw the bear tying some leather straps to his wrists, and then tying the other end to some loops that were secured in the floor. Before he could so much as pull back, his hands were tied down to the floor. The bear walked around him, and he felt something similar around his ankles, keeping him pinned down on all fours. Some experimental tugs only tightened the leather around his wrists and ankles; the bear had tied them very well, and the leather seemed quite strong, more than enough to keep him in place.

As he struggled, the bear walked around him and grabbed hold of a chair. It wasn't quite as bad as nails on a blackboard as it was dragged along the non-cushioned part of the floor, but it still hurt his ears enough to make them lower. He glared at the bear as he brought it around, placing the chair a little bit in front of the feline, and sat in it. Now that they were this close and Jay was kept on all fours, the bear's bare paws were pressed almost right against his face, less than a foot away from him. The toes wiggled, and he caught some of the scent of them as if it had been fanned right into his nose. It might as well have been, as there was no way that it could be stronger.

The scent was a mix of sweat and sheer musk, something that he'd not experienced in quite this way before. It was powerful, potent, pungent, and it filled the air around him, even overwhelming the smell of his own sweat which was not nearly so strong. He groaned, shaking his head and closing his eyes, but without looking at them the smell somehow seemed to get stronger, as if his nose was trying to make up for what he could no longer see. He strained against his bonds, but tugging on them had no more effect than the first time he had tried.

He heard the bear chuckle softly. "Heh, you might as well get used to it. You're going to have your face buried against my paws for quite some time, and the only breaks you're going to get are when I'm too busy playing with your paws to keep mine on your face," the bear said.

Suddenly, he felt the hot, wet paws press against his cheeks, and his eyes opened wide again. They pressed against him, covering his muzzle slightly as they rubbed along his cheeks, then up against his forehead, and then along his temples. Everywhere they touched left a little bit of moisture behind, the paw musk soaking into his fur in a way that he had never experienced. There was something about it, something that he almost felt he might like...he clenched his eyes shut again, denying the thought. There was no way that he could like this, no way, no way, no way!

Not that it mattered to the bear. He just kept rubbing his paws all over Jay's face, and no matter what Jay tried - breathing through his mouth, pulling his head around, holding his breath - the musk just kept filling his nose. The bear didn't even have to press his feet up against his face all that much, or even over his nose. The musk was strong enough on its own without the bear needing to smother him in it, surrounding his head and coming off of his fur by this point. It burned his nose, but at the same time soothed some...some need in him, something that he'd never been aware of. It was a mix of torture and teasing, soothing and scathing, and it confused him.

When he tried to pull his head back, the bear reminded him of the leash and collar, tugging him forward by it with a sharp yank. Jay grunted as his face was pressed firmly against the bottom of the bear's paws and held there. The grip was like iron, the leash wavering not a bit as he squirmed. "Give them a lick," the bear said. Jay looked past the toes, pleading for the bear to be joking. "I said lick them. I want to have a little fun, and I want to get that from you licking them. Now lick."

Reluctantly, Jay leaned in against them, pressing his nose against the pads a little more willingly. At least now that he had sniffed them a few times the musk didn't feel quite as strong. That was something to be thankful about, though it wasn't really much in the grand scheme of things. He groaned a little as he sniffed against the pads directly, the hot, wet air filling his nose before he opened his mouth. He slowly stuck out his tongue, groaning a little bit as he slowly dragged it along the pads just under the toes.

It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it also wasn't something that he would have tasted on his own volition. He grimaced a little as he tasted the wetness, the salty musk that was the bear's paw sweat, and he forced himself to swallow it rather than spit it out. Swallowing got a bit of the taste out of his mouth, but he could still feel some of it stuck on his tongue. Forcing himself past it, he licked again, and again, and again.

Gradually he started to get a bit of a rhythm going, sliding his tongue a little further each time along the bear's paw. The thick paw and soft pads twitched every now and then under his licks, and there were times he almost thought the bear was a little ticklish to these licks. But that was impossible, the feline thought to himself. Someone this big and strong wouldn't be giggling at the feeling of his tongue on those paws. Jay pushed the smiles he thought he'd seen out of his head, and focused instead on just licking as hard and fast as he could, get up as much of the taste as he could so that any further licking would only taste of fur and pad, rather than paw sweat.

Before long Jay's tongue started to tire. As he finished one more lap along the bear's feet, he looked up at him with a small pant. "Is...Is that enough, sir?" he asked. His tongue felt tired, verging on sore, and he really needed a break. Oh, sure, he might be able to go on for a little bit longer, but it would be harder and harder, and before much longer he was sure that he was going to sprain his tongue, if that was physically possible.

"Hmmm." The bear didn't immediately answer. Instead, he reached down and lifted up first one paw, then the other, looking along the bottom. Jay followed the bear's glances, looking at the slick streaks of spit that he'd left from his long licks, some of them actually going all the way from the heel of the bear's foot to the toes. There were even little wet marks along the slight claw nubs on the toes from when he'd licked and kissed their tips, he noticed, blushing a little as he realized just how extensively he had gone over them, and without even being commanded to do more than worship them, too.

Something more embarrassing was just how he was reacting to what he had been commanded to do. In the small pair of underwear that he'd been allowed to keep, he could feel a little hardness, a little excitement. It was still small, but it was starting to grow. Thankfully being on all fours kept it from being seen so easily, but it was still embarrassing to get excited over paws, and the paws of his kidnapper for that matter.

The bear's paws were shoved right back in his face again, but not quite touching him. "That's good enough for now. I think that I'll let you rest for a little while. You may lay down, but you have to use my paws as your pillows," the bear said. When Jay looked at him like he was crazy, the bear only chuckled, his belly bouncing slightly from his laughter. "Yes, I'm serious. I'm not letting you out of that just yet, and I think you'll find them quite comfortable."

Now that they were right in front of him again, and without the distraction of licking at them, the smell of them filled his nose again, male, musky, sweaty and strong. Oh, it was weaker than when he'd first started, but it was still strong enough to get through the saliva that he'd slathered them with. Jay looked at the paws as they were laid flat on the ground in front of him, the tops of them fuzzy and, admittedly, rather soft looking. Better than the floor, at any rate, even if that wasn't much of a comparison. He sighed softly, lowering himself bit by bit towards the floor until his belly touched the ground. Thankfully the bear allowed him enough slack with the leash and the collar to be able to lay his head sideways on the brown furred paws. However, even at that angle he could still smell a bit of the bear's musk, and as he closed his eyes to rest, it was soon all that he could think of.

As he slipped off to dreamland, he wondered if that had been the bear's intention all along.

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The feline woke up to a sensation that he hadn't felt in a long time, one that brought a subconscious smile to his face and an old tension to his muscles. He squirmed like he hadn't squirmed in a long time, and he curled his toes against the feeling, just like he had always done with his partners in the past.

"ACK!" he squealed, a sound that he hadn't made in an equally long time. "No tickles, no tickles!"

Jerking around in his restraints, he barely managed to get a look over his shoulder. The bear squatted behind him, and his fingers danced along the bottom of the feline's paws. With the slight claw nubs on the bear's fingers and just how fast they moved along the bottom of his paws, the tickling sensations were so strong, so powerful, and Jay squirmed hard against his bonds. Even as they dug into his ankles and his wrists, even when they were pulled tighter and held him tighter in place, he kept pulling at them, laughing hard as he tried to escape from them.

Already his stomach hurt from laughing, and his laughter made it a little harder to catch his breath. The bear was merciless, his fingers dragging up and down the bottom of his feet, the fingers dancing along the arch, wiggling just under the toes, and digging in with a little stronger tickle at the heel.

He started tearing up as he kicked against his restraints, his toes curling in vain effort to keep his paws safe. Tears of laughter slipped down his face as he squirmed and wiggled, groaning and giggling as he tried to catch his breath. "Stop! Stop!" he begged between gales of laughter, trembling from head to toe from how much he laughed. He could barely breathe, barely catch his breath. "Too much! Too much!"

The fingers stopped then, but it took Jay almost a full minute to stop laughing and crying. Turning his head and wiping his cheek off on his shoulder, he slowly turned his head to look back at the bear. "Wha...what was that for?" he asked.

"I said that the only time that you wouldn't be playing with my paws was when I was playing with yours, remember?" The bear smiled, poking a finger into the arch of Jay's left paw, making him jerk and giggle. "Heh, such ticklish paws. I am going to have a lot of fun with them."

As Jay lay there, recovering, he heard the bear slowly undoing the straps that held him down. For a moment he was tempted to run, but that idea went out the window when the bear tugged on his leash a little bit in warning. That particular restraint would not come off, he gathered, and unless the bear let go, there was no way that he was going to get away while wearing that. The bear was just too strong. He'd have to wait and see whether he could find a better chance to get away.

It didn't take long to get the leather straps undone, and as soon as they were undone the bear tugged on the leash, dragging Jay back upright. "Come on. If I'm going to be tickling you, there's another room I want to do it in," he said as he walked out of the room, dragging Jay behind him.

Despite himself, Jay couldn't help but look down at the bear's paws. They were shiny still, but it was no longer just his spit. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep, but apparently the bear had started sweating again, and it was enough to undo all the cleaning he'd done. To his surprise, there was a small part of him that was strangely happy about that, as if he wanted to -

"No," he muttered under his breath, keeping himself quiet so that the bear didn't think he was talking defiance. He wasn't starting to enjoy this. He was not. The hardness and pressure he felt in his underwear was a lie. He was not attracted to the bear's paws. He was not.

Yet, he continued to stare, and despite his best efforts to deny his growing excitement, he couldn't deny that he almost wanted to get down on his knees right now and start cleaning those paws off again. The smell of their musk slowly drifted up to his nose, and while he tried to tell himself that he hated the scent, there was still that small part of him that said he loved it. He tried to push it down, suppress it, but it just wouldn't go away.

He was still shaking his head when they stepped into another room, and the bear dragged his head up. The bear's grip on his chin was as iron as the grip on the leash, and he was forced to look at the single piece of furniture in the room, and once more he was unable to look away. "I think this is going to be perfect," the bear said with a chuckle.

For tickling, the bear couldn't be more right. The chair in the middle of the room looked like something out of a bondage catalog. Everything where a limb might rest had some sort of restraint on it, and at the ankle area, some sort of metal stocks were laid out. They would keep his paws from moving so much as an inch, and would leave them utterly helpless against anything that the bear wanted to do to them. Judging by the bear's grin, it looked like the bear had a lot of things that he wanted to do.

Unable to resist the bear's greater strength, the feline allowed himself to be pulled over to the chair and pushed down into it. As his arms were tied down, he realized that the arms of the chair were adjustable, and if the bear wanted to, he could manipulate Jay's arms until they were in different positions, even leave his sides and armpits completely open for tickling if he was feeling a little more evil. He just prayed that the bear wouldn't do anything that evil.

But it was his paws that he was most worried about, particularly as they were placed on a foot rest sort of thing at the bottom of the chair. Rather than leather holding him down this time, it was strong metal, and he winced as he heard the metal click together, pinning his paws in place. The bear adjusted the legs of the chair, too, pushing the feline's legs up from the floor, up, up, until they were pointing straight out.

"There we go," the bear said with a chuckle. He dragged his fingertips over the feline's paws, the little nubs of his claws just enough sensation to get Jay squirming again, his lips turned up in a grin even as he clamped his teeth together as hard as he could. "Now, what sort of tools would be the best to tease you?" The bear walked around the chair, out of the feline's range of vision, muttering too quietly for Jay to hear. However, he did hear little clatters and clanks as the bear rustled around somewhere, different things bumping into each other as he seemed to search for something.

Jay closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Okay, so he was trapped here on the chair, and the bear was looking for something to tickle his paws like crazy. And there was no way that he would be able to stop the bear. He flexed his arms and his legs, testing the chair's strength. "Please, please be weaker than the leather," he muttered to himself.

It wasn't. The chair was so strong and so secure that it wasn't even funny, and he groaned as he soon gave up. No matter how hard he tugged, he hadn't moved so much as a fraction of an inch. The chair was perfectly designed to hold him completely still. Just about the only movement he could get away with were wiggling his fingers and toes and looking around with his eyes, as even his head was held tightly in place.

Suddenly the bear stepped in front of him again, and Jay's eyes went wide at the sight of the feathers in his hands. "I thought we'd start with these," the bear said with a grin, his eyes flashing with promised mischief. "I got a lot of other things I can use, but let's start with the basics."

Before Jay could do or say anything, the bear attacked his feet with the feathers. The soft sides rubbing against his pads and the underside of his paws set him giggling immediately, straining against his restraints. He was sure that he was going to be bruised from pushing so hard against them, but he didn't care. He tried to yank his feet back, but the stocks kept them completely undefended, completely still, and at the mercy of the feathers.

The bear pushed him hard, the feathers dancing all over the feline's paws. They tickled and wiggled, each little movement making Jay laugh harder and harder. His chest and belly started to hurt again almost immediately, and his cheeks were soon wet with tears as he cried from laughing so hard. He groaned and squirmed, his toes curling and uncurling, fanning outwards and tightening together as he tried anything he could think of to make the tickles less intense, but nothing worked.

It wasn't long before Jay was howling in laughter, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his body desperate for air. He couldn't beg, couldn't say a thing, only be tickled and laugh. The feline squirmed and wiggled, his paws all he could think of as they were tickled again, and again, and again. The feathers danced between his toes, and along his pads, and over the entire length of his feet, leaving nothing untouched.

Jay didn't know how long the tickles lasted; it could have been hours, it could have been minutes, but it was intense, strong, and it took him several minutes to realize that it was done. Slowly he caught his breath, and even slower he opened his eyes, panting tiredly. "Is....are you done?" he asked softly, hardly believing it.

Rather than answering, the bear held up a pair of brushes. "Heh, not hardly. But I'll let you have a small break," he said, turning and putting the brushes down on the floor. "No need to break you too soon."

Groaning, Jay closed his eyes, slumping back on the chair. He didn't know how long he was going to be here, and he didn't know how much the bear had in store for him. All he knew was that he was going to deal with it for as long as he had to. Then he'd be out of there, and he wouldn't look back, he wouldn't hesitate. Even...even if he was starting to enjoy it.