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Don woke up around 9am the next morning to find his large bed empty again. He noticed Jake's clothes still on the floor where he left them yesterday and smelled something delicious, so he got up with a groan and, still naked, walked downstairs to the kitchen. The wolf had a few pans going on the stove when he noticed the massive bear.

"Mornin' big bear, sleep well?"

"Slept great thanks. What are you working on?"

"Whipping up some breakfast tacos, how many you want?"

"Hmmm, not very hungry, so only 6 or 7."

"Yeah, not hungry at all I see," Jake said chuckling.

"For a bear that's not much."

"Fair enough. So what you got going today?"

Don wrapped his arms around the lean wolf from behind as he was scrambling some eggs and nuzzled his neck, "You feel up for some more tickles later on?"

"Of course," he replied, sinking back into the bear's wide barrel-chest.

"Great! There's also something I want to show you later."

"Oh," Jake said curiously, "and what would that be?"

"It would be easier to show you than tell you."

"You're not going to murder me and make a suit from my skin are you?"

"Of course not! There's nowhere NEAR enough of you to make a suit that would fit me."

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They had finished with the breakfast Jake had cooked and the kitchen had been cleaned. The wolf asked again about what Don had planned to show him.

"You sure you're ready?"

"Pretty sure, yeah."

"Ok then, pup. Follow me."

Don opened a door in the kitchen Jake hadn't noticed before and saw stairs leading down into a basement. The bear went down first, flipping on a light switch, and stopped at the foot of the stairs, allowing the wolf to turn the corner and look first. Jake's heart began to beat loudly in his chest as he gazed upon a fully stocked tickle dungeon. Almost one whole wall of the spacious finished basement displayed a full array of blindfolds and gags, and feathers and brushes of every conceivable size, shape, and stiffness. The majority of the floor were taken up by multiple large pieces of bondage furniture: stocks, a pillory, a rack, a St Andrews cross on one wall, a pair of shackles hanging from the ceiling attached to a pulley, a spanking bench, a padded bondage table, and a large curious chair with with ankle-sized holes on the ends of the armrests. One corner was occupied by a number of strange-looking machines.

"Wow," he said quietly, almost light-headed with the lingering scent of semen and old sweat. He felt the bear's massive arms slide around his chest again, placing his head on top of Jake's.

"So what do you think?"

"I'm deeply impressed. Can I ask what those things in the corner are?"

"The machines," he asked cheerfully. "I have a friend by the name of Raal, he actually looks a lot like you know that I think about it, hes a tattooed white wolf with a mohawk too, except his is blue and not purple. Anyway, hes an inventor and engineer who also has a love of tickling, so sometimes I commision him to build me 'toys' to help me out."

"I see. So you really have a 'type,' huh?"

Don blushed, "I suppose so. He lives a couple hours away, and we do play occasionally when he comes to town, but hes mostly a top as well so we aren't really compatible. Plus you're much cuter than him."

Jake held the bear's thick arms, "Aww, that's sweet. Not so much for him, but sweet enough for me."

The huge bear chuckled deep in his chest, "That's me. So, um, do you think you might want to play down here today?" He could feel Jake trying to turn around in his arms so he released his hold. The wolf faced him and placed his hands on either side of the bear's massive musclegut.

"Well, here's the thing. I'm alot more sensitive than I remember being, so I kinda feel like I need to work up to this heavy stuff. If that's ok"

"Yes, of course, that's perfectly ok, babe," he said, taking Jake's face in his hands and planting a soft kiss on his lips. "You want to head up to the bedroom and start working up to it?"

"I do."

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A few minutes later Jake was naked, tied spread eagle face down on the big cushy bed with his feet hanging off the end. He wasn't blindfolded this time, but he was gagged with a blue bandana. He felt a massive paw rest gently on his back and turned his head to look at Don. "You ready," he asked. Jake nodded his head and the bear leaned down and kissed his forehead before leaving his field of vision. He heard him grunt down near the foot of the bed and knew he was getting down on his knees to start on his tender paws. He closed his eyes and readied himself for the torturous sensations to hit him. He burst into deep muffled belly laughs as all ten of the blunt bear claws scribbled and scritched lightly right in the center of his soles.

The bear grinned happily as his claws danced in circles on Jake's arches and right under the balls of his feet, the wolf's toes curling and uncurling furiously. Don thought he'd have to do something about that, so he picked up some pipe cleaners from his bag of tricks. He teased Jake first by sliding the thin fuzzy things back and forth between all his toes for a few minutes, then wrapped one around both big toes and pulled it back to wrap it around the ankle cuffs. Now with the paws in front of him completely immobilized he went back to the full 10-claw tickling, making sure he hit every single little bit of the hyper-tender flesh at least a few times. By the time he'd spent several minutes raking his claws harshly from heel to toe the poor wolf couldn't even struggle anymore, he could just lay there exhausted and laugh. Don stopped, giving Jake a few moments of rest, and grabbed a small, stiff-bristled brush with a wire handle that was normally used to clean test tubes and beakers and applied it to it's new work, scrubbing the incredibly sensitive sweat-slicked flesh under and between his long toes. That got the wolf squirming and struggling again as he tried to beg for mercy through his gag.

The bear spent a solid 30 minutes doing nothing more than scrubbing the wolf's toes before giving him a break while he untied his toes and, after gathering a few tools, sat on the bed between Jake's legs. The poor wolf was already a mess, panting heavily, fur matted with sweat, and Don had just begun. He got a soft feather ready and, laying on his belly facing the wolf's genitals, began teasing his balls. Jake's back tried to arch and his hips tried to pull away, but he was held firmly in place by the leather bondage belt again, a fact the bear was taking full advantage of by stroking every centimeter of ticklish ballsac flesh he could reach. He slid the feather tip up his taint and then through his ass crack causing Jake to squeak in a high-pitched voice. Don stopped tickling for a few seconds, then a sadistic grin spread across his short muzzle. He had both just discovered something even the wolf didn't know: Jake's asshole was ticklish.

Don spread the wolf's meaty asscheeks with one huge paw and feathered the pink ring of muscle, sending crackling waves of electricity up his spine and causing him to literally scream with laughter into his gag. Jake had absolutely no idea he could possibly be ticklish there. He'd been touched there hundreds of times, including several just over that weekend, and this had never happened before. He could only assume Don was just that damn good of a tickler. All rational thought left the wolf's head as he felt the bear slip something vibrating and rubbery around his balls, ripping some unusual sound from his throat that was halfway between screaming laughter and over-the-top moaning.

Don chuckled as he slid the vibrating jelly ring around the wolf's balls and set it to the highest setting. Jake's nervous system was on fire, the bear knew he was on the very edge of an orgasm, and the bear knew exactly what he should do to give him the extra little push he needed. He spread the wolf's cheeks with one massive hand and used his favorite brush, the kind barbers use to apply shaving cream with, to poke, prod, tease, and stroke the sensitive hole. Jake shrieked into his gag, squirming and thrusting as much as the bonds would allow. He had no idea how close he was to cumming until it happened, the sudden sticky warmth coating his belly.

The big bear stopped the brushing and turned off the vibrating ring when he witnessed the tell-tale sign of the wolf's balls drawing up. He let Jake have a couple minutes rest before sliding on top of him, placing part of his weight on top of him, and let his blunt claws frolick through his sweaty armpits. The wolf bucked and squirmed as much as he could under the bulk on top of him and tried to beg him to stop through the bandana in his mouth, but to no avail. Don leaned down close to his ear, whispering, "That was very naughty. Papa didn't give His pup permission to cum. His pup will have to be punished."

He stroked the wolf's pits and prodded his ribs until he was to exhausted to move, then hefted his weight off him and made quick work of unbuckling his restraints. Jake thought he was being released, but realized to late it was only beginning as he was rolled face up and tied back into the spread-eagle position. Don leaned down and planted a kiss on the wolf's sweaty forehead, while Jake tried to beg for mercy with his icy-blue eyes. If the bear noticed he didn't make any indication as he took up his position on his knees at the wolf's tender paws again. Don held the long toes on the wolf's right foot back and scribbled his arch with all 5 claws for several minutes, Jake thrashing his head from side to side, then did the same thing to his left. He then went after both feet, using just his thumb-claws to scratch firmly into the super-sensitive part of his arch right above his heels.

Jake was hysterical by the time the bear took his hands off his helpless feet, tears cutting rivers through his face-fur. Don gingerly rubbed the poor wolf's paws to ease the intense tingling sensations, giving him a short breather, before laying on his belly between the furry white thighs. Jake dissolved back into helpless giggles as the bear lightly tickled his belly. "I give you permission to cum now," he said, taking the twitching, throbbing wolf cock into his mouth and squeezing the unbearably ticklish fleshy areas right under his floating ribs.

Jake screamed into the gag, squeezing his eyes shut and thrashing desperately around, trying to break free of his bonds, pleading with all the gods he could think of for any relief he could get. Unfortunately the only relief he felt coming was another orgasm, and he knew that would be short lived before more tickling came his way. He did everything he could to stop from cumming, thinking the least erotic thoughts imaginable, but his body was betraying him. The hot wet mouth wrapped tightly wrapped around his cock knew exactly what it was doing, it was only a matter of time.

Don was having the time of his life. He bobbed passionately up and down on the throbbing wolf cock in his mouth as his massive paws tormented the soft squishy flanks right above the hips. The bear could feel Jake was so very close to another orgasm so he increased his vigorous head-bobbing and in less than a minute the wolf released what would be an ear-splitting howl if it weren't for the gag, and wave after wave of salty cum flowed down his willing throat. He stopped kneading the wolf's tender flank-flesh and gripped his member, gently squeezing every last drop from him.

The bear moved up and straddled the helpless, spent wolf high up on his chest and untied the gag. Jake took a big gulp of air, panting heavily with his eyes shut. The bear gave him a couple minutes break, then began stroking his sweat-slicked armpits, causing the wolf to scream his laughter.

"PLEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHSSE NO MOOORROORHOHHHOHOHOHOHEEE!!!"

"Beg your Papa Bear to cum on your face," Don said in his breathy tone, tickling with one hand while his other stroked his throbbing 9-inch cock, already dripping precum on the wolf's chest.

"PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHASE PAHAHAHPA BEAR CUHUHUHM ON MY FAAAHAHAHACCE! DROWN MEHEHEHEHE IN YOUR SEEHEHEHEHEHEEED, MARHARHARHARK MEHEHEHEH AS YOURHORHORS!"

Don pounded his cock furiously with his fist, his orgasm building and building as he clawed heartily at the wolf's armpit, until he finally roared and emptied his balls, soaking Jake's chest, head, and the pillow under him with hot jizz. The bear leaned his head back and bathed in the afterglow while the wolf laid in the bath of semen, trying to catch his breath. Don got up and untied the poor, spent lupine a few minutes later, then carefully cleaned the cum off his face with a warm wet washcloth. He laid back down next to Jake, pulling him into his embrace and gently scratched his back.

"You OK, babe?"

"Yeah," he replied, still panting against the bear's barrel chest, "just worn out. I think you're gonna need to wash these sheets tonight, got alot of fluids soaking in."

"Heh, yeah, I think you're right. Would you mind helping me take up these sheets?"

"Not at all," he said. They both stood up, Jake a bit shaky on his legs at first but he quickly regained his balance, and they took the sheets off the bed. Once Don had them in the washer they spent the rest of the afternoon lounging on the couch and talking, the wolf's paws being gently massaged on the bear's lap. It was around 10 o'clock that night when Jake got his stuff together to head back to his friend's house. They were standing in the front hall, embracing, neither wanting to break the hug.

"You have no idea how much this weekend has meant to me," Jake said, pressed against the massive chest of the bear.

"About as much as it meant to me I'm guess. So you want to get together next weekend? Maybe Friday night if you can?"

"Hell yeah, Papa Bear. 'Course I'm not sure how I'll be able to focus on anything else."

"Me neither. Guess we'll just have to do what we can. Until next time babe," he said, planting a deep kiss on the soft lips of the wolf.

"Until next time."