Rescued by Big Ben
We return after an extended hiatus from "Et tu, Brutus?" (https://www.sofurry.com/view/282885) to address the fate of our Little Wolf friend after being betrayed by the jealous rottweiler, Brutus. The Little Wolf found himself encased in one of Brutus' gigantic turds, left discarded and forgotten in the backyard of the home of his kinky bear master, Ben...
So there's some macro/micro, scat, big ol' bears, a rottweiler, and one little wolf...as well as some jock-strap action in this episode. As usual, if these aren't your cup of tea, then don't read further.
The thick slime of Brutus' turd had long since begun to bake in the setting sun, cementing my lower torso in rancid filth.
It had to be about 6:30 in the evening; I had been laying there in Brutus' dump for at least a couple of hours, and despite my best efforts to extricate my lower body from the gritty log, I gave up as the turd hardened and I began to worry my arms would also be entombed. The way the dump had dropped out of Brutus' asshole left me rolled on my left side, facing the sliding doors leading into Ben's living room and the rottweiler's dog door. Suddenly, the lights in Ben's house flickered on. He was home!
More lights came on, all over Ben's house. I could see the big bear moving swiftly across his living room, then back again to his bedroom. He was obviously looking frantically for something...me!
The sliding door opened. "Brutus!" called the huge, hairy construction worker. I'm three inches now...he feels like a god to me. But even back when I was a normal-sized wolf, before my vengeful ex, Elliot, shrunk me and left me to die in a dog park, Ben would have towered over me; he was probably 6 foot 6 or 7, and easily well over 280 pounds. And built.
Even though the turd had had several hours to cool, the muck around my legs was still incredibly warm. I struggled once more to kick myself free...I could feel my legs desperately squelch through the dark, rank log. With a heave, I gave up, and gazed longingly in Ben's direction.
"Brutus! Where are you? Where's the Little Wolf? Brutus!" The rottweiler came slowly trotting from around the corner of the house, emerging from this dog house and meekly approaching his owner.
"Brutus...you didn't do anything with the Little Wolf, did you? Come on, Brutus. You may be jealous, but you know I really like him and he's made me really happy. Not to mention really horny. I'd be so disappointed if you did something to the Little Wolf while I was gone."
The rottweiler sat and bashfully pinned his ears back. The dog was obviously remarkably intelligent.
"Come on, Brutus. Show me where you put him...you didn't eat him, did you?" Ben sounded shocked for a second. He hadn't considered that as a possibility until then.
Brutus turned...and trotted over to the huge pile of turds he had left steaming in the lawn that afternoon. Over to my prison.
"Seriously, Brutus! That's fucked up. Not cool at all." Ben bounded over and knelt down. His face was almost at my level, mere inches from the rottweiler's turd.
"Jesus, dog. That's a serious turd. And it stinks to high heaven! You're obviously my dog." The big bear guffawed. "Man, Little Wolf. I am SO sorry. You've had a terrible afternoon, obviously. Are you okay?"
I nodded weakly. "Good. I'm going to get you cleaned up and get you some food and water...I have some plans later tonight...I'm going out to the gay bar this evening to meet a friend of mine, Kevin. I think you'll like him...we share a lot of similar...tastes. He might come over and play afterwards tonight, I told him about my new Little Wolf toy and he's excited to try you out, er...excited to meet you."
Ben grabbed a doggie bag and plucked my thick turd from Brutus' pile. "Heh. Pretty reminiscent of how we met, Little Wolf." Ben snickered as he looked down at me in his glove-encased left paw. My legs remained encased in the turd he held. Suddenly, he gave me a sly smile, as his paws closed around me. He had put another bag on his right paw, and began to gently squish and roll Brutus's turd between his massive hands.
The thick dog shit slithered up my body, leaving only my shoulders and head unsoiled. The big bear laughed above me. "Now you really remind me of how we met! Alright, enough fucking around. I'm going to clean you up."
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I was left in the bathroom sink to soak, after Ben had scrubbed me furiously with soap. I got a few slices of ham for dinner, a fresh drink of water, and for once felt whole again.
"Ok, Little Wolf...it's almost 10. Time to get going to the bar! I think it's going to be a Levi's and plaid night." A couple seconds later, the big bear emerged from his bedroom, in a cute pair of jeans and a red and black plaid shirt. He gave me a toothy smile. "What do you think, Little Wolf?"
"Woof," is what I thought. But Ben would never hear that, so I merely gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up.
"Haha! Well, I think you get to ride in my jock again tonight. I loved it when you went to work with me. Just don't exercise me too much tonight. I want to save up for Kevin, if you know what I mean."
He reached into my sink-tub and pulled me from the water. I was dropped into a hand towel and vigorously dried before Ben picked me up again and dropped me without comment into his warm, musky pubes. Suddenly, I was in darkness as the jock snapped over me. Once again, my world was reduced to the downy pubes of my giant bear lover, his musky, fat cock sheathed above me, and the manly spice of his sweat.
Might as well make the best of things. I wrapped my arms around the base of his cock and began to hump.
"Hey! What did I say, little one? Don't get things going too quickly...well, okay, go ahead, but, um, you know...just stop when I tell you. Hey, that feels good..."
His pole was already engorging with blood and swelling in my embrace. I could feel his balls beneath my feet, tensing up as his pole grew more and more aroused.
"Ok, Little Wolf. That's amazing, and I think I'm already pre-cumming, but I need you to calm down for now. Let's get going."
Within twenty minutes, Ben had driven to the local gay bar, The Den, and parked outside. His friend Kevin had already arrived and was obviously waiting at the bar for my big bear. I could hear the muffled conversations of patrons around Ben, and could hear him greet Kevin. But it was too dark to see what Ben's potential paramour looked like!
They bought each other drinks. Every once in awhile, Ben would reach down and scratch at his crotch or readjust me. They decided to dance for a bit; I grew dizzy while Ben gyrated on the dance floor, certainly an awkward dancer but game enough to try. His taint grew sweaty; after a few minutes, I was drenched.
They mercifully decided to leave quickly thereafter...and walked together back towards Ben's car, definitely drunk and chuckling at one another.
"So, have plans tonight?" Kevin huskily asked Ben.
"Nope, I was just hoping maybe we'd be able to...reconnect." The big bear gave out a short laugh.
"That's just what I wanted to hear handsome. You're so hot. And our last time together was amazing...you had such a huge load of shit in you. I get to return the favor this time."
Ah. So Kevin's tastes did align with Ben...dirty tastes. Suddenly, I realized I could be in for a wild night.
"You still have your miniature wolf?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah. I was gonna surprise you, but..." a paw invaded my cocoon.
It wasn't Ben's. This paw was also a bear paw, but it was a grayer color than Ben's brown fur. Kevin must have been a bit older than Ben! Interesting, I thought.
Ben's paw guided Kevin's over me. "Oh!" Kevin exclaimed, as his paw closed around me as well as Ben's erect shaft.
"Well...this is going to be fun. You said he's pretty resilient, right?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah, I haven't had him long, but I've put him through the paces. He can take what you dish out."
"Consider that a challenge." I gazed upward as Kevin's face came into view. Definitely about 10 years older than Ben, the bespectacled daddy peered down on me and grinned. "Well, hello there. Aren't you a hot little toy." The jock closed again, and we headed back to Ben's.