Pet's Reward (Part 2 of 5): Pleasing Master
#2 of Pet's Reward
It hurt both of us, I think, when I came back from the kitchen with a couple of ice cubes and Sherman's cage in one huge, hairy bear paw. He let out the most pitiable whimpers as I ran the ice along his length, a mockery of the treatment he so desired, so deserved, until he at last softened enough for me to fasten him back into his confinement. I took solace in my plans, my heart alight with my Pet's display of devotion. He would be rewarded. I'm sure he took solace in knowing he had pleased me, that his devotion was appreciated.
As I knelt before him, completing my odious task, that appreciation mixed with sorrow on my face. His blue bunny eyes roamed over me, trying to guess my reasons, but mostly seeking reassurance he had done well.
"Alright bunny," I looked up when at last I was done, "you've done very well, and you've pleased me very much. You can stop begging, now."
Suddenly, the perfect statue of a rabbit collapsed onto me, an exhausted heap of fluff and flesh, his arms around my neck, his chin on my shoulder.
"Oooff . . . thank you, Master. It feels so good to move again."
I was sure his joints would be sore from holding his position. We sat like that for a while, just holding each other, while I gathered him in my lap. I worked on each limb, massaging the muscles, bending and unbending his stiff joints slowly until he was comfortable again, almost asleep in my arms.
There was only so long I could wait, still dressed, with a hot naked rabbit squirming gently in my lap. My arousal more than filled my bear-sized sheath, obvious even through my clothes. I stood up, slowly, gently, drawing him to his feet as well.
We kissed, there in the entryway, my chocolate-brown shaggy muzzle bearing down on his pure white fine-furred one. As my broad tongue filled his unresisting maw, running over his diligently manicured front incisors and flat, herbivore teeth, he brought a paw to either side of my face, drawing me downward, closer.
I began to undress at first slowly, then frantically. I had barely finished the buttons of my mauve collared shirt before his paws joined mine. Shirt, T-shirt, belt, socks, trousers, glasses, and finally boxers were strewn about the room as we spun, muzzles locking and unlocking, paws roaming.
At last I held him, my paws wrapping around the sides of his face, drawing it up into mine, his tongue deep in my muzzle, both of us in nothing but fur (save for collar, chastity device, and the chain with his key). Eight inches of thick bear cock was pressed to his belly, standing free of its sheath, three inches wide and dribbling with excitement and appreciation as his downy fur caressed its length.
It had been calling for my attention while I had teased him, straining against the cotton prison of my clothes. I always want him, but seeing him like this, so obedient, so devoted, was tremendously arousing. If it was difficult for me, keeping myself clothed, after only one day, I could only imagine how loyal my Pet must be to endure his steel prison for me, waiting over a month now, and not complaining.
The thought made me want him so much more.
Sensing my desire for what it was, an opportunity to please his Master, my beautiful bunny Pet began to lower himself, drawing his tongue from my muzzle despite my attempts to pull him back in. He brought his paws down along my chest and sides, tracing his fingers through my long fur, resting them on my hips. The feeling of his fine chest fur pressing against my length as he slid downwards along my form was incredible.
I rested my paws to his shoulders. I wasn't going to guide his head anywhere he didn't want it to be. Besides, he's better at this on his own.
I gasped at the sudden coolness in my loins as he drew himself away from me, hands still on my hips, allowing my pride to stand free, pulsing gently with the arousal he had fired up. He drew my scent into his sensitive pink nose, the sweaty muskiness of a day's work confined in trousers, the lusty pre rolling in occasional beads down my length, and the ever-present bear scent of me.
As I looked down to watch my dedicated Pet do what he does best: please his Master, I noticed the way he crouched instead of kneeling. Clearly, his knees had had enough of that. He looked like he was about to hop, but with his ears splayed in concentration, eyes narrowed to slits, and caged cock already drooling again as it strained against its prison, he had something very different in mind.
He brought his nose to my sac, lifting it between my plum-sized balls, inhaling through the musky brown fur. His, long, rough, narrow tongue began lapping at its underside, warming and bouncing my orbs, fueling my throbbing desire.
As my fantastic rabbit began drawing each skilled lick further up the sensitive underside of my sheath and shaft, I gave in to my body's demands, beginning to rock my hips gently against his ministrations. When he finally reached my tip, he drew his hot, eager maw over it, locking his lips behind the broad head of my cock. For a time, he nursed gently right there, suckling at the beads of pre now forcing themselves out of me. His tongue played with my slit and flashed against my glans, his muzzle holding its position as his head moved with my faintly thrusting hips.
Slowly he welcomed each inch of my length into his maw, his tongue massaging, stroking, and savoring every bit of flesh it could reach, his lips wrapping and sucking, drawing me into their embrace. By the time his experienced mouth reached my crotch, his nose pressed into deep wooly musk, his throat was squeezing and swallowing my oozing tip. For a moment, he just stayed there, savoring the feeling of his Master inside him, before he began to bob slowly along my length. It was just a few inches in and out, slowly working more and more of me out with each rock of my hips until his lips just kissed my tip before plunging back onto me, driving deeper and deeper with each thrust until his nose was buried in my fur again.
My bucking hips were becoming less gentle. I could no longer keep my needs so restrained. I pried open my eyes from my fixed expression of pure animal pleasure to watch over my Pet. His pale blue eyes stared up at mine, drinking in my approval, obviously pleased to be pleasuring me so well. His own hips rolled and bucked, his rump and tail clenched against his plug. Tilting my head to the side, I could see his cage, drooling constantly from the pent-up, angry flesh it so tightly contained, channeling his lust into hunger, need to please his Master.
Before long, we resumed a familiar rhythm, my hips rolling against his lips, pressing neither too firmly nor too softly against his nose as he slurped and sucked at my cock, drawing me in even as he pulled me out. I threw back my head as I lost control, bucking, thrusting, humping against him with more and more force and passion. Wild wet thumps competed with the slurping of my Pet's lips and my moans of appreciation as my balls, dripping with sweat, drool, and pre slammed against his chin, my crotch against his lips.
He knew the signs, the way my cock twitched wildly, my hips jerked spasmodically, my sac tightened up, drawing my balls in close. He brought his head up and down along my length with frantic speed, tongue flashing over the underside, drawing out every last possible moment. Pressure was welling up from within me. My balls clenched, and a deep ache, a need that could no longer be denied, burst forth.
Our bodies in perfect concert, my beautiful bunny boy drew his muzzle down to meet my rushing need, enveloping my cock fully in hot, squeezing, suction, his nose slammed into my crotch, his chin into my balls, just as my self-control gave way, my thighs, rump, and back forcing me into him for one final thrust. My head rolled back, my jaws opened to let a roar of pleasure burst forth.
For one brilliant moment every muscle in my body clenched in spasmodic ecstasy as ribbon upon ribbon of hot, thick bear seed were blasted forth into my Pet's eager muzzle. My ears were deaf, even to my own roar, my nose numb to the scent of sex filling the room. All that mattered was that wet embrace, swallowing, squeezing, drawing more and more.
When at last I came down from that incredible high, still pumping load after load into my wonderful bunny's dutifully swallowing throat, I found him deep in concentration, devoted to prolonging this moment. It felt so good, so right to have such an attentive Pet.
He kept me fully in his muzzle until long after my cock had finished firing, merely dribbling onto his tongue. He opened his eyes, looking up at me for approval as he slid a few inches out to breathe, tasting the salty, musky bear cum of his Master. It's impressive how long he'll hold his breath, if he really wants to. As soon as he caught my beaming expression, he mirrored it.
I shifted my paws under his arms, and lifted him into an embrace. They don't call it a "bear hug" for nothing.
"Thank you," I whispered into his long, sensitive ear. He wrapped his paws around my broad chest, digging his fingers into my fur, holding his Master tight.
His was shaking; his hips still bucking uncontrollably as he thrust his dribbling cage helplessly and uselessly into the fur of my thigh. His right footpaw spasmed, stamping the carpet. He had had no release, only more stimulation added to his ever-growing arousal, a new height to his constant need, rising toward a crescendo that would not come until I at last released him.
It took him a while, maybe ten or fifteen minutes, to regain control over himself. I held him patiently, while his bucking hips, his twitching and spasming muscles, his ragged breaths calmed.
"Are you ok now?" I whispered gently in his ear.
"Oh yes, Master. I feel wonderful," he breathed, clearly exhausted, collapsing in my embrace.
"I'm glad, my Pet. So do I. But we've really got to get you cleaned up."