FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Eli waited in the wings of the set as Victor did his little scene - just a solo act, to arm the would-be audience up. The otter could see him through the cracks in the set, where on backdrop didn't meet another and he could peer through. The male was intimidating, far larger and older than he was, and whilst when the camera wasn't rolling he was a pleasant and cheery fellow he now took on a very brooding and oppressive attitude. It was such a terrifying transition he'd seen, where Victor had gone from being all smiles and friendly advice to snarling his teeth and lumbering around brandishing his claws.

The bear was, to Eli, godly. With a thick pelt of fur that, whilst looked shaggy from a distance, was trimmed neatly up close and luxuriously soft and his stature was incredible. He stood at nearly a foot above the otter himself, with a moderately rounded gut that was more than likely pure muscle. It reminded him of his roommate more than anything, whereby they shared the same intimidating build that resonated with strength. Though Victor might have been a nice guy anywhere else, right now, with that glass lens encircling him and staring at him as he paraded about the little scene they'd set up, he looked anything but nice. He looked dirty, downright dangerous, and most of all, he looked beyond hot.

Though the otter wished he maybe could have the chance to reconsider now, it was far too late. He'd signed the contract. It had just all been happening so fast he wasn't even sure what he'd just signed up to. Some guy had pulled him to one side in a club, Eli believing himself to have gotten lucky, and then he'd had some proposal whispered in his ear. Lots of cash for a chance of a lifetime, all with an address, a time, and a name scribbled on a napkin and then shoved into his paw. Then that had been it. Curiosity had been all the otter had needed to at least go sniff out whatever this thing was, and before he knew it he was in front of some giant red dragon putting his name down on some paper with his collared assistant standing by as witness. A couple of hours later, and already they were readying for filming.

Eli realised now the gravity of what was happening. He was to star as an amateur actor in a new porno produced by Kaiser Studios. There was a mutt overseeing everything, directing the camera for where it needed to go and bearing a walkie-talkie in one paw that he would ever so occasionally mumble into as they proceeded to shoot. It was all beginning to become very real. Even though the otter only wore a leather thong, a collar, and an adornment of chains and cuffs, it had all felt so surreal until the moment it dawned on him that this _was _happening. He was about to submit to the dominant bear right on camera.

Eli had to stop himself from leaking through the thong.

Right now he watched the bear lean back against what looked like a bench fashioned from some sort of gym equipment. It probably was, in all likelihood - cost cutting on the studios behalf. Victor had one paw propping up his weight as he reclined, a paw brushing over his gut before groping his already hard and exposed cock. He squeezed and caressed his dark pink length, making sure to let the droplets of pre bead upon his head and glisten in the harsh lights that flooded the set. Eli could feel the heat from here, and nervously he waited for the cue to come on and join the bear in front of the small group of people who all stared on at him. Then the film would circulate, with plenty more men seeing him get ravished by another male for years to come, possibly longer if the production goes vintage. Eli had no doubt it would. It left him shivering from the anticipation of it all. The pay was more than healthy, the opportunity more enticing, but it had its consequences.

"Boy!" Victor called, raising his voice and turning his head towards Eli's entrance. The camera panned over, the Eli could just make out the lens glaring expectantly for him to appear. All in one take, they had told him. No room for errors. Anything impromptu will just have to be dealt with there and then and rolled with.

The bear gave him a reassuring wink, and beckoned with a paw for him to come over. The otter blinked, swallowed, and sorted himself out before stepping into the spotlight.

Immediately he felt the sensation of gazes all fixed on him. He was not unused to having people watch, though it was isolated to just one or two at a time in maybe a threesome or more, but to have a whole crowd all watching him in no sexual way whatsoever was unnerving. It was like they were evaluating him from the moment he'd set a single footpaw onto the set, all summing him up as to whether or not he was going to be worth the time and effort they were all putting into the production.

The dialogue had been cut purposefully short by the mutt. He said such a scene needed to speak through its actions and not its words. The only conversation he and Victor would share was to be now and then the occasional utterance by the bear whilst Eli was having his body abused and used like a harp, plucked to sing such high notes.

"Yes Master Dark?"

This time, the camera caught a shot of the heavy set bear waving him over.

"It is time for your punishment," he spoke, voice laced with gravitas and foreboding for the effect of the audience, "No slave of mine cums before me." Eli had been told that his contract referred to the specific reboot of one of Kaiser Studios older series. When Victor had been younger and in better shape, he'd starred as a dominant male traipsing through the country's bars looking for hook-ups. Each film focused on a different state or city, usually frequenting about four to five different clubs each with its own scene. The mutt had claimed to be building on the former films with the issue of another, given that Victor's appearance now better suited the role he'd played before, especially now with the assistance of more modern techniques and understanding of sex. In these films, the unfortunate guys who played bottoms never came before Victor did. That privilege had to be earned, as the slogan of the series detailed. Much like now, there would be very little dialogue, just two males going at it until Victor had had his fill, followed by the submissive begging for his orgasm, closing with a finishing shot of the bottom finally cumming after what was alluded to be hours of play time. Zwoosh had said there would be no allusion anymore. Time would be kept to real terms and then if anything feels unnecessary it'd be edited out. Even the exposition shots he had said could be done without either actor needing to be on set.

"Yes Master Dark."

Eli's lines barely went beyond those three words.

The bear had said he always liked to warm a guy up by cuffing, collaring, and leashing him first. Just to set the tone and to get his motor running. Victor liked to see a male submit, even just kneeling down, looking up past his gut and cock, muzzle deep into his balls with absolutely no way out other than at the paw of his mercy, it was a real turn on. Eli could see why. He was quivering as the bear reached over and picked up and went according to his word. First was the collar, a simple leather band that snapped around his neck and pulled tight, sitting coolly against his short fur. The leash clicked about the ring woven into the collar, given a few testing tugs to make sure the latch held. Eli felt each one pull against him firmly, letting him know his position was slowly slipping away from him. Obediently, he allowed the bear to grab a hold of his wrists, pulling his arms behind him and his forearms held parallel. The cold metal cuffs encircled his paws and rattled shut with resonating clicks, pressing softly against his fur to allow the least of movement. As the last cuff latched shut, the otter was pushed down to his knees before Victor, his face guided to his crotch.

The angry spire stood upwards in a slight curve, impressive particularly from the angle Eli looked up at it from. The beads of pre were hanging down in slowly elongating strings that dripped against his nose. The camera came in close, zooming from some distance away but definitely in the otter's periphery. He just swallowed nervously, though not for effect. He was genuinely sketchy, wondering just what exactly the bear had in mind for him. As Eli leant forwards though to lick along the bear's shaft, a paw pushed his head lower, right into Victor's musky sack. He didn't dare struggle, as much as it might have made for good material, but the power of the male was too much to resist. He breathed slowly and deeply, taking in the firm, tangy scent that had the allure of a true man. Eli opened up his muzzle and began to lick against Victor's balls, the heavy orbs swaying each time he went to lap them, feeling their weight roll against his tongue, chin and lips. Slurping hungrily, his noises filled the air, and boom mike lowered itself down towards him. He needn't have been worrying though about living up to the standard of a regular actor. If he put just as much gusto into any of his liaisons with other men, then he'd make up for the difference. There was no need to overplay something or attempt to make a spectacle out of it. With Victor's paw keeping a strong and enveloping grip on the back of his head, the otter couldn't help but persist and suckle upon the bear's balls. Soon, he knew, their load swirling inside would be emptied into every orifice he had available, even those he didn't realise would be used, but for now he worshipped them as though his whole life were dedicated to it. His body certainly was.

Victor growled lustfully, giving the odd twist to the otter's head as he pushed him deeper between his thighs, his member scraping along the top of Eli's head and through the otter's dyed locks. Eli could only flatten his ears, dutifully continuing his work as he knelt on set, his knees digging into the matted floor. It made for easy cleaning, and he wondered absently how many other men and even women before him had strode across this 'stage' and came for an audience. It didn't deter him from his service though, and he dared even sneak a lick at the bear's thick cock every now and again just to test his luck, seeing what he could get away with given his circumstances. Upon the fifth or sixth attempt to have a go at taking the monster between his lips, he felt the bear's paw pull him away, the leash of his collar being brought up from the male's groin. Slowly, the dick retreated from Eli's view until his face was lifted to Victor's,

"No, boy, you don't get fed yet. We've got work to do."

Eli uttered the only response he'd been given. It spoke for itself. He needn't have added anymore.

He was made to crawl, humiliatingly and indignantly, across the floor towards their next 'scene', as it were. The whole set had all sorts of apparatus set up across its size, but the piece in particular they were heading towards was a large, expansive wheel. It looked as though it had been lifted from a fetishist's imagination, a large padded wheel that had hook-like fixtures position at each of the furthest points, placed in such a way that it would have divided the circle into four were they joined. Eli made the quick assumption that he was about to be fitted onto the wheel. It came as no surprise then when Victor barked an order for him to stand, bringing out new cuffs for the otter to wear and forcefully snapping them onto him. He was helped up onto the wheel-contraption, first his paws, and then he was helped to stand upon a precarious crate, his ankles fitted into the hooks. When all the bonds were tested and made firm, the crate was abruptly yanked away by the bear, leaving the otter to sag in his bondage, fixed quite permanently to the wheel.

The otter had never had the chance to partake in inversion play. He didn't much see the appeal of it. If people got a rush from being turned upside-down that was their thing, but not his. He'd heard about it, maybe even been a little curious if he was honest, but he'd never gone out of his way to find some way of enacting out the tiniest glimmers of a kink. He knew some clubs offered it, if you paid handsomely enough. Here however he was being forced into the situation. Of course he'd signed a waiver allowing for anything and everything to be done to him, if the studio so desired that didn't risk his wellbeing, but he hadn't anticipated this. His heart pounded in his chest as Victor gave him a spin, the whole wheel lurching in a slow turn. The bear guided the ring round once, just to demonstrate to the lingering camera how the device worked, illustrating that Eli could be spiralled this way and that at any degree for the bear's leisure. He wasn't sure what was to follow, but he no longer had the use of his legs. Immobile save for the odd spin of the wheel, he did his best not to get nauseous as he was left dangling upside-down. The whole world span until it came to a stop, everybody walking along the roof beyond the lights, watching on as Victor disappeared to fetch yet more torturous gadgets to play with.

When he returned, he first showed something to the camera, his back to Eli, making sure to make a scene out of it. Whatever it was, it was obviously something detrimental to the otter's circumstances. If Victor wanted to make a show of it, then that would make it important. Enough to warrant worry from Eli. As he watched the male turn back around to finally address the vulnerable otter, he could see nothing of what the bear was holding in his giant paws. The unknown toy was lifted up towards his member, moving out of his few thanks to his position, and all that was replaced in his gaze was an upside-down view of Victor's crotch. He was at the perfect height for that meaty cock to just lean forwards and push past his lips, thrusting deep into his mouth and more. He licked his lips, though drool threatened to dribble up along his muzzle and over his nose if he weren't careful. He'd have to bide his time and be patient.

Victor's paw grabbed the otter's cock, making him squirm on the wheel. Eli couldn't see what was happening, but he felt it. Small strips were encircled about his shaft, stroking and massaging it to hardness under the bear's scrutiny. As the straps tightened to leave Eli would a dull throb at several intersections of his cock, the paw was removed. He was left upturned, his cock now attached to a box the bear held in his paws, trailing wires dangling down across his body and leading to...

Eli squirmed, watching Victor evilly, with slow intention, move his paw towards the small black box he held, flicking a small switch on its front.

Instantly a sharp tingle of sensation coursed through Eli's groin. It made his whole body lurch against the wheel, moaning loudly without caring what was heard. The feeling was too intense to ignore, too overwhelming to brush off, far greater than anything that deserved a mere whimper and it went beyond anything he'd ever felt before. With the blood rushing through his head and a current of bright electricity surging through his junk, he was subjected to torments that left him blubbering like a child to Victor, his words tumbling and bubbling over one another until he was mumbling incoherently for the bear to stop, to carry on, to go stronger, weaker. His dick twitched and pulsed with each savage jolt that was delivered. It was worse than anything Eli had ever encountered before. Sure, he might have been tied up by several men in his time, some of whom had teased him mercilessly whilst being unable to do anything about it, but this transcended to a whole new level of deepening perversion. All the bear had to do was push a few simple buttons on a little remote and he could toy with his pet all night long. Eli no longer paid attention to the cameras, though he was aware they were floating blankly around, zooming in close on his face catching the beads of sweat and pre that rolled down his taut, bound body. Some took a look at the device in Victor's paw, most likely to show the viewers just what the otter was being subjected to, but it would otherwise remain a mystery to Eli.

As much as he panted and huffed, begging between breaths for the bear to stop and then go, only to stop again, he saw him switch the remote to another setting for a final time before placing the little box down to one side, there to be left and untouched for the duration of what was to follow. It would leave Eli in this state of pleasured agony, whilst Victor attended to new kinks. He stepped up to the otter, grabbing his cock in one meaty paw and giving himself a firm yet pliant squeeze, coaxing the blood into his manhood to stir it back to life. His slumbering giant rose quickly when its master called it, and Eli got to see it lurch and throb from his unfortunate angle. His head was swimming with dizziness, and he couldn't keep up the fraught sensations that made a chaotic mess of his nerves and body much longer. But Victor apparently didn't need long. As he stepped up, he pushed his cock immediately to the otter's lips. Eli could do nothing but obey, opening his mouth hungrily as the bear's member was fed into his maw. His jaw stretched to fit its size, widening as more of the girth was introduced. As he ached from one end, his cock continued to flare and pulse with each shock delivered to it, leaving him with an indescribable feeling that eroded through his being. The heaviness of the blood in his head, the dick he was being made to suck, the pains and pleasures jolting through his tender member... It was all too much to truly bear, but he was unable to move or resist. His body was bound to the wheel and made to obediently suckle upon his master's cock until he deemed him fit enough for a respite.

It did not come cheap. Eli lost track of the seconds he kept in his head as he tried to measure how long he was being tortured like this. As one particularly sharp bolt would course through his cock, or if Victor gave a decidedly hard thrust as he fucked the otter's smaller skull, he would forget which number he was up to, whether he was counting minutes or seconds, or if he was doing a mixture of both. His mind was an ooze of incomprehensible thoughts and feelings, all bundled up into something he regarded as his conscience. He sat back and watched helpless as this bear took his body and wrapped it in layers of lust around this muddled ball, giving the otter no choice but to surrender to the darkest desires he'd ever fathomed. He could moan and scream about the cock stuffing his throat, shaking his hips as technology made a mockery of his manhood, but it was all for nought until the bear decided that it was all finally time to end it. It came as no surprise then to Eli's sex-addled mind that when the cock finally slid free of his overworked maw and the electricity subsided in his crotch, blearily looking up to the bear as he was rotated back to a standing-position that the male had a dark expression on his face that the camera, forgotten if only for a moment, didn't fail to capture. Victor had, at some point, adorned reflective shades, the black glossy surface reflecting the sight of Eli's druggy, messy face as he fumbled his way through the continuing waves of abating painful horniness. He knew that behind them would be cold, unfeeling eyes, as the bear descended himself into a deeper recession of his master role.

"Are you ready to be claimed, boy?" He growled a possessive, threatening, deathly growl that roared from a deep pit in the bear's thick chest. It carried the sound of a male prepared to take what he wanted, regardless whether it was willed or not. For Eli, Victor was no longer the friend he'd be shooting a film with and having some fun on the set; he was his whole world, a man he'd do anything for, no matter how painful or unbearable it might be. If it pleased master, then it would please Eli to serve him. There was nothing else but Master Dark's pleasure that mattered most to him.

"Yes Master Dark."

The leash was lifted up once more, taken now instead of being allowed to dangle, into Master Dark's paw. He unclipped Eli's restraints, letting him step down and stagger from the wheel, given just a brief moment to gather his bearings before being led along to his next home. The work bench Dark had been sitting on before was now cleaned and removed of any of the clutter he had had before. Eli was made to lay back on it, his rump shifted far up the bench than would normally go so that his legs were forced to spread apart on either side, exposing his groin to the camera, who took a partially aerial view whilst Dark set to business. He fixed the otter's paws to a raised bar above his head, where weights might have normally gone were this formerly gym equipment. It had been wielded in place quite crudely, perhaps to give the effect that this was a grungy dungeon scene from someone's basement, hashed together from regular scrap you could find anywhere. The wheel itself might have even been fashioned from an old truck axle or the tumbler of a washing machine. As new cuffs latched themselves around Eli's wrists, they were fitted at the furthest possible points on the top bar, leaving him with aching shoulders as his torso was stretched. Dark moved now down the otter's body, stroking along his thighs before grabbing his ankles. His whole body was folded back upon itself, yet more cuffs binding his footpaws to the same place his paws were. Now spread open in an even more humiliating way, with no movement allowed whatsoever aside from the occasional fidget he managed to muster the strength for, Eli let himself be handled roughly into this position.

Dark left now to fetch yet more things. Eli did nothing but wait patiently, drool dribbling down his chin as his mind hazed over in the scenario. He'd expected nothing less from the studios, but this was turning into an intense situation. Whether that was down to the filming crew or Master himself was a different question entirely. Would he have gotten the same reaction out of Master Dark had he met him outside of work before now? Would the charming bear have turned on a dime into this feral monstrosity that now played his body so expertly to his own ends or would he have stayed as the open and kind man he always seemed to be? It was a question Eli didn't like contemplating.

Master Dark returned with a water bottle filled with thick gel. Eli knew this part well. Most pornos had them. Lube-filled bottles made it cleaner and easier to apply lube whilst filming, reducing the mess made and also being convenient for the actors who didn't have to fiddle with poorly designed bottles when they could substitute in their own. This wasn't the typical brand Kaiser Studios used though. Normally Eli always liked 'Bukkake' for its cum-like quality, but as he watched the bear pour a dollop onto his paw numbly from the bench, he saw the lube was crystal clear and runny, almost like silky water.

The bear wandered up close to the otter's exposed rear. His pink hole winked desperately as he smoothed the short fur along his cheeks, running a single index finger along the taint and then gracefully along the crack. He barely touched the flesh, which only made Eli squirm and whine all the more, unhappy he was being taunted still. But neither spoke, not anymore, not know. Master Dark had the otter under his command, and Eli knew that he would let the male do anything to him. Even if he left the set unsated himself, balls still full of cum, he would be thankful for the opportunity. Even if he didn't get paid, he wouldn't complain. He lived for this.

Master Dark applied the lube slowly. It was cold at first, but it had a warming quality that eventually blossomed across the otter's buttocks in a soft glow of heat. He writhed as the bear's claws toyed with his delicate rim, poking and prising at it only gently, never going any further than maybe the barest fraction of an inch. He worked in the lube first, sliding it in bit by bit until he felt satisfied he'd have a slicker entry. Though as much as Eli could whine, the bear would go slower. For every little moan the bitch made, he'd make every motion just as leisurely and languid. He was not entirely evil, however, and so sure enough as the camera made its rounds taking a good long shot of his digit pushing into that firm hole, he did so with careful precision so that he really worked the boy over good. Eli groaned as the finger penetrated him, straining upon his bondage whilst Master sank right in to the base knuckle. He would have fun opening up his bitch tonight.

When the first finger could slide in and out with ease, he added a second. The bear was no stranger to loosening up boys before they dabbled with bigger things. Several of his earlier films had seen men more well-endowed than he take on some of the tightest asses he'd seen in his career, and other films where he'd engaged some pig bottoms with greedy holes with fisting, opening them up until he had two arms stuffed in up to the biceps before they'd finally came. Whilst Eli wasn't going to experience either of these today, he certainly had the challenge of getting his pert cheeks to sit upon the bear's lap, meaty cock and all. A third finger was added to the two before it, twisted this way and that to make sure every direction was lined with lube. Master Dark made a trough between his three fingers to pour just a little more lube into the otter's guts, certifying that he'd coated the innards with slick gel.

Eli felt the liquid trickle down into his gut until the heat began to radiate out. His abdomen felt like it was softly burning with the pleasant sensation of embers, sitting in the pit of his stomach and warming him up. Pain ebbed away from the initial entry and was swiftly replaced by the hypnotic sensations of Master's fingers pushing in and out against his rim. The camera man now circled them like an overflying predator, ready to strike down when the opportunity arose. Eli could do nothing but blush and moan for the unfeeling lens, his body once again at the mercy of the bear who began to finally pull his fingers free. His hole gasped for a moment, open to the cold air of the set, stretched from the digits. The camera caught a glimpse of his ass before it clenched up, knowing what now had to follow. Eli's breathing hitched as Master lubed up his own cock, wiping the runny slime all across his shaft until it was practically dripping in the stuff, splattering across the black polished leather of the work bench. As he sidled up to Eli's ass, he took a firm grasp of the bar and began to angle his hips.

Without even needing to grab a hold of his member, he positioned himself until the weight of his body brought the fat cock head to kiss the otter's hole. The member, whilst not obstinately long, was thicker than most, and when it slipped along Eli's softening length, it made his look weak and twig-like. Master's shaft truly was as truculent and imposing as it had seemed from just looking at it alone. Now, as it slid along his cheeks, Eli was filled in both fear and awe of it. It would soon, knowingly, be filling his guts and stretching them out, but looking at it in the open, granted now it had the comparison to his own body, and it terrified him with carnal lust. He would have no say in it of course, but he bit his lip in the anticipation of taking the fat dick. Master Dark just looked down upon his slut with those impassive shades and levered his weight forwards, his gut pressing against the otter's own stomach and crotch, his meat putting a sharp and pointed pressure on his loose, wet hole until...

Eli shrieked, grunting and groaning as though he'd just been shot. Master's engorged head had popped in past the rim, and now his shaft followed, unyielding as it slid further into his depths. He didn't stop, not even when Eli made some mumbled, befuddled plea for him to go slower, to remove it even. The cock was pushed deeper and deeper into his hole until his swollen balls tapped against the base of his tail. He mewled in pain, the sensation of being spread that wide so suddenly being too much, ignoring all the work they'd done up until that point to get him prepared. As he squirmed about to the best of his ability in discomfort, Master Dark carried on as if nothing had changed. This was always the case. A bottom's eyes were too big than their holes, and so they always pleaded with him to stop when it all become too much. But every film was the same. They had to endure. The first few minutes were the worst, but the rim is an adaptable muscle as Dark knew. He would win them round again soon enough.

He pulled back without missing a beat once he hilted the otter. The feeling of having the cock that had impaled him and speared him wide open to be so abruptly removed antagonising Eli's sensitive gut, making him moan shakily, already exhausted from the act. He could do little but voice his displeasure and attempt to resist by jangling the cuffs that kept him held firm. He couldn't stop Dark even if he wanted to. The bear was in total control as he pulled back upon his length, leaving only just the tip inside before shifting his weight back forwards. It would have been cruel to hammer away at his bottom's ass like some of his peers might have down. He was much older than them, experienced to the mind-set of the dominant and the submissive. To go at it as though it were a race to the finish was foolish and reckless, potentially endangering the wellbeing on either individual and ultimately souring all the sex whatsoever. Master Dark was performing at his own speed, enacting the epitome of a leisurely pace. He started slowly, making sure that Eli was gradually becoming adjusted to the vast size, though it didn't push in deep it certainly stretched him out far. Each hilt did, however, tap the otter's prostate just enough to have him whimpering and dribbling pre across his navel, but not enough to give him a full ride of pleasure. The best set-up Dark could have hoped for really.

His speed was set at a paced speed of thrusting in at a relatively quick force, waiting a moment, and then pulling back slower than he would have normally; he'd then repeat the process, over and over, for as long as he desired. Eli was the inexperienced amateur officially speaking. He was the one out of the two of them who'd be subject to his orgasm first, long before the bear would even begin to feel nature begging for release. He was trained in staving off climax, blotting out the sensations that would lead to it and focusing instead on the scene. As the camera made for a close up of the cock sliding into the otter's hole, he leant back, pushing apart Eli's thighs so that the guy to get in as far as he could, mere inches away from getting a face full of bear-cock himself. It turned him on secretly that not only would thousands of people be watching him later and jacking off, but that even as he had the sex in real time, there were people milling about him and watching his every move, getting in close to his body and witnessing for themselves his legacy in the making. From the expression of delirious pleasure on Eli's face, he was much the same. The otter would pay little attention to the camera, maybe once or twice making the rookie mistake of glancing over when the temptation became too much or if it suddenly loomed into view, but he was otherwise enraptured with the sensation of the cock plunging into his ass. It scraped along his walls, forcing them open, but then barely glancing against his inner sweet spot. He wanted to cum badly. He'd been kept on edge for far too long, but Master was an expert. He'd tormented plenty more men before him, so orgasm would be when and how Master commanded, not when Eli wanted it to be. For all he could do was moan like a good bitch as his ass was used, clenching down upon the thick shaft as it fucked him slowly, carefully, and relaxingly. Well, relaxingly for Master, he was sure. For him, it was agonising. He had no control. That was what tensed him up the most, was that even in normal circumstances he retained some control over when he came at the very least. But in this instance, even by the plot of the film, he wasn't allowed to until he was given the word by Master. Even then, it had to be after him. He could only grunt. Groan like a slut, make sure Master knew that the otter was being dutifully and obedient, waiting ever so patiently after such agony, ready for release. He was sure Master knew, for the slight smirk to his lips was enough to give away some fleeting emotion.

Master of course had to speed up sooner or later. He did so with vigour, showing that his age did not encumber him when it came to sex. For the sake of the scene, it was required that he cum first, so he rode his bitch's ass as hard as he needed to in order to get to the point where he began panting. It took several minutes of hard, powerful rutting until he felt the tinges begin to prickle in his balls. His back hunched over, his gut pushing against his boy's body, pinning him to the bench; he gave off such vicious, deep snarls that had saliva dribbling from his fangs, leaving him with the most intimidating, ferocious look possibly imaginable. Eli just shut his eyes and leant back, moaning loudly and with a high pitched voice as he was brutally ridden like a common slut, his hole already sore, and being made sorer. He felt the rapid thrusts build up in speed and strength until it was all he could feel scoring through his guts, leaving them no longer just warm but scorching from the sensation. His paws clamped down on the bar, though futile, it was more for his own support that he was about to be fucked off the bench by the sheer force. Master carried on as though he was nothing but an object to mate with, to breed, and breed he did. He gave no warning for when he would cum, but Eli knew when he had. The camera took a long shot going from the bear's relieved face down to his crotch, seeing the cock buried in deep, the fur getting matted in spurts of bear seed that seeped out from the overflowing ass. Eli groaned wildly when the thick jets of jizz hit his ass, rocketing through him and planting itself deep in his innards. He could just imagine the shot as he felt Victor pull his cock free, still quite hard and plugging up the heavy load that backlogged into him; when the member popped out, the otter moaned pathetically, unable to stop the brief flurry of gooey, white seed that dribbled from his stretched hole. Even when he tried to clench it shut, he couldn't manage it entirely. Instead it just dribbled across his cheeks, unable to close his legs, leaving the camera with an opportunity to film some prime material of his abused hole gaping with cum leaking from its open rim, Victor's cock sitting not too far away still spurting lasting remnants that hadn't quite made it out as a sign of conquest, marking it as his victory.

"Now you may cum, boy." Victor growled, just to close off the scene, "Cum, or else we'll be doing this all over again."

As much as Eli wanted to, there was just no sensation to push him over the edge. The electricity play had drained him of his urge; the fucking edged him to the point of milking but left him unfulfilled yet empty. He whined desperately, true panic in his eyes as he realised this wasn't quite the end of filming just yet. Victor just smiled, the camera focusing on the otter's exposed rump to notice the bear had lifted the shades to deliver an apologetic smile with a fate-sealing wink.