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Jake was sitting in the storeroom of the record store, just about to finish up that week's inventory. He was exhausted and sore from having to work two full shifts, from opening to closing, that day. Really the only thing keeping him going was the thought of seeing Don later that night and then spending the day with him tomorrow. He stopped counting stock and pulled out his phone, smiling as he pulled up his album and thumbed through some of the pics he'd taken of the beautiful, massive brown bear. His broad chest and back, round musclegut, tree trunk arms and legs, warm and caring face, baseball diamond-sized paws, everything about him was perfect. And not just physically, Don was the sweetest guy he'd ever met. The white-furred wolf placed his phone back in his jeans pocket and continued his work.

Finally finishing up about 20 minutes later, he stood up and stretched his back out, then walked back up to the front where Katie was in the process of closing out the register.

"Just about done, hun?"

"Yep," she replied, her bushy tail twitching excitedly, "a few more minutes and we can make like a tree!"

"Fan-fucking-tastic. I'm ready to put this place behind me for the day."

"I'm sure you are. Hey, you wanna go over to the bar for a few drinks? I'm buying"

"Tempting, but I'm headin' over to Don's place," Jake said.

"Cool cool. You seem to be pretty into this guy, how long have you been seeing him again?"

"We're just about two months, and I am pretty smitten."

"Great, I'm happy that you're happy. Well I think we're good to go, you ready Jakey-wakey?"

"Let's blow this pop stand." ******************************************************************** Jake knocked on the door of Don's condo around 11pm and waited to be let in. His feet ached inside his black Converse hi-tops from standing all day, and he shifted uncomfortably from one leg to the other on the top of the bear's stoop. Finally the object of his desire, the massive bear, wearing nothing but a pair of gray shorts, opened the door and embraced him in a borderline-spine crushing hug.

"I've missed you so much, babe," Don said, squeezing the wolf against his slightly sweaty, chestnut fur-covered chest.

"Me too, just like I'm starting to miss when I could breath!"

"Oops," the bear said, loosening his grip, "sorry."

"No problem. Let's get inside, I would do literally anything to get these shoes off."

"Anything, eh," Don said coyly, shifting his bulk to allow Jake in. The wolf leaned against the wall on the inside of the entrance hall and breathed a loud sigh of relief as he finally pulled his shoes off for the first time that day.

"Wow, the look you had on your face just then was a little too close to your 'O-face,'" Don said teasingly as he started walking towards the living room.

"I'll tell you, this feels almost as good as the best orgasm I've had. My paws are more tired than the town whore at last call."

"Charming metaphor. Why don't you just lay down on the couch here and I'll grab you a beer."

Jake did as the bear asked, giving out an almost sexual moan as he lay his head on a throw pillow and the pressure was taken off his legs and back. When Don came back, holding two cold beers in his hands, he stopped to admire the wolf on his couch, his position placing him in a spot he couldn't be seen. Jake looked good in his paint-smeared, tight, dark khakis and his black-and-white stripped button up, the sleeves rolled up to flash his ink. His black and blue striped socks clung beautifully to his sweaty paws, and as the bear was watching he started unbuttoning the shirt to reveal his own muscular chest and little paunch under a covering of pure white fur. He drank in the sight for a moment longer before stepping into Jake's field of vision.

"Here you go, pup," he said, offering the bottle.

"Thanks," the wolf replied, taking the drink. "Hey, so, I know we'd talked about doing something tonight...."

The bear held a massive hand up, stopping him before he can go on, "say no more, I'm sure you're exhausted. We can just relax tonight and play tomorrow." He leaned over and kissed Jake's forehead, then his nosetip, before their lips meet in a passionate kiss.

Don broke off the kiss and moved down to Jake's paws, lifting them up by the ankles and sliding onto the couch under them before lowering them back down into his lap. The bear slowly peeled the striped socks from the excruciatingly tender feet and gently began squeezing and massaging them, drawing quiet moans and 'mrphs' from the wolf's throat.

"That feels incredible," he said dreamily, the stress of the day melting away, "you have no idea how bad I needed this."

"I can sorta tell, your feet are incredibly tense." Don teasingly ran a blunt claw as lightly as he could up Jake's moist left sole, forcing something bordering on a scream from the tired lupine. "And somehow even more sensitive than usual! I guess its a good thing you're too tired for any play tonight, it might very well kill you if we tried anything."

"I think you're right. Of course, that thing you're doing with the toes you can keep up all night," he replied, referring to the way Don would take each individual toe between his thumb and forefinger and roll and stroke it.

"I don't know about all night, but I'll do what I can."

They stayed that way on the couch until around 1am, just talking, until they both could hear the bed upstairs calling their names. *************************************************************************** Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains and splashed across Don's face, waking him from a restful sleep. He was on his side laying belly to back to with Jake, this thick arms wrapped around him. He gave a short grunt as he shifted positions slightly, failing in his mission to readjust without waking the wolf in his arms judging by the answering grunt from him. Jake rolled over so they were facing each other, his eyes still only half open.

"Morning babe, sorry I woke you," he said, hugging him closer.

Jake nuzzled up against the bear's neck and breathed in his scent, and wonderfully heady mixture of musk and pine, and replied, "No problem, just more time with you."

Don couldn't help but to giggle and make the 'sad tuba' noise that accompanies a loss on The Price is Right.

"Cheesy, I know," Jake said, "but its true."

"I know, pup," the huge bear said, tenderly stroking his pointy ears, "I feel the same." He was about to say something else when he felt something poking his ample belly, making him chuckle and blush a bit. "Well, you seem to be fully alert now!"

"Hmm? Oh, your talking about...yeah, what do you expect when you're playing with my ears? You know that's one of my 'spots.'"

"You're whole body is one big 'spot,'" he replied teasingly, "and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Don ran one large hand down the wolf's white-furred back before circling around to the front, taking his engorged cock and gently squeezing. He smiled as he felt Jake's breathing grow a little more rapid, his exhaling against the side of the bear's neck causing his own thick cock to start hardening. He growled softly as Jake got up on his knees and started pushing on his tummy. The sudden realization that the wolf wanted him on his back hit him, so he rolled flat belly up.

Jake kneeled between the bear's tree-trunk legs and wrapped both hands around his thick cock, slowly stroking while lapping happily at the precum dribbling from the bulbous head. Don closed his eyes and brought his hands up behind his head, loving the attention being lavished upon him, and started moaning lustfully as the wolf slowly took all 9 inches of his meat into his hot maw while kneading his billard-sized balls.

"Mmmyeah, you love Papa's cock don't you, boy," Don said, bringing one massive paw done to the back of Jake's head. A muffled "yes Sir" emanated from his throat as the bear's hand forced him to speed up. Don began thrusting faster and faster into the wolf's accomodating mouth, his breath increasing as he felt an orgasm getting closer and closer. He held his head so he could look at his saliva-covered cock sliding in and out of Jake's mouth. "Oh fuck, fuck I'm so close babe! Tug on my balls!"

Jake did as he was told, wrapping one hand like a ring around Don's big bear nuts and yanking in time with his head bobbing. Don gave a mighty, deep-throated roar and grabbed the wolf's ears, forcing his head down as far as it would go, then unleashed a torrent of semen down his throat like a river after the first spring thaw. Jake took it all greedily, not losing a single drop of the bear's hot jizz. The accumulated tension in the bear's gradually loosened as the wolf squeezed the last little bit of cum with his lips. Jake kissed the head of the rapidly softening cock in front of him and climbed up on top of the big bear's tummy, laying his head down right on the lighter-colored 'X' of brown fur on his broad chest.

Don wrapped his muscular arms around his pup, gently rubbing the back of his neck, when he noticed Jake was still rock hard, his cock pressed into his jiggly stomach. He chuckled softly at the realization the wolf's precum was filling his deep bellybutton like a salty pond. It wasn't until he started to feel Jake grind against his belly that he them both over so the wolf was pinned, immobile, under the giant bear.

"Ah ah ah," he said teasingly, wagging a plumb index finger back and forth before using it to lightly stroke his snow-white muzzle, "we still have some play time later and I want those cute little wolf nuts full for it."

Jake whimpered slightly, then let out a sigh of resignation and said, "Fine."

Don kissed the wolf's black nosetip, "Buck up, pup, I promise you'll enjoy what I have planned."

"I know I will." ******************************************************************* After a simple breakfast of pancakes (made by Jake of course) and some relaxing cuddle-time on the couch, they both headed down to Don's well stocked tickle dungeon. Jake was stripped down completely naked by the burly bear, then was decked out in a pair of leather wristcuffs which were then clipped to the D-rings on the sides of the bondage belt cinched tightly around his waist. He was then led over to the strange sturdy chair with the large holes at the end of each arm rest and Don helped him lay on his back on a padded mat that had been laid longways in front of it. The bear took hold of his ankles and pulled until his butt was pressed against the chair with his legs straight in the air and each foot was locked in place in what Jake finally realized were small one-holed stocks at the end of each armrest. His hard cock was leaking precum by the time Don had secured his thighs to the legs of the chair with leather strips. He sat down on the floor next to the white wolf, holding a black bandana and a soft leather muzzle in one hand and gently rubbing the chest of the bound fur in front of him with the other.

"Comfy?"

"Surprisingly, yeah."

Nodding in response, Don slipped the muzzle over the wolf's snout and secured the bandana over his eyes. There were a few minutes where Jake was left on his own as he heard rustling and clanging as the bear picked some more supplies from his armory of tools, then he felt his presence as he settled his considerable bulk in the chair. His dribble of precum increased into something resembling a faucet when he felt the massive, fragrant feet of his lover on either side of his face.

"This is what you want, isn't it? You want to be under Sir's paws?"

Jake felt the bear's foot sweat smear against his cheeks as he nodded.

"Yeah, you're just Papa's little paw slut aren't you," he continued, sliding his left paw to press down on his chest, "you only want to worship my feet, be controlled by then, don't you?"

The bear moved both paws back to his face, wiggling his toes against the sides of his snout. "That's it, breath Papa's musk, you're cock's telling me all I need to know. My scent drives you up the fucking wall, doesn't it?"

By this point the wolf was moaning and whimpering pitifully, thrusting his hips as much as he could in a desperate attempt to find release but finding none. Don chuckled, then placed his left heel at the top of the wolf's chest so his toes hovered right above his sensitive nose, then laid his sole down flat on his erection.

"Does my little pup want to cum on his Papa's foot? Mmm, I think you do. You want Sir to stroke you until you explode." Jake was so off in his own world, his head swimming with the scent and sweat wafting from the bear's toes, he didn't even noticed his own ten toes had been individually tied back with string. Even if he did, the divine feeling of the pillowy sole starting to slowly stroke his engorged cock was enough to make him not care. "That's it, relax, let Papa's soft foot stroke your poor puppy cock."

Don, naked himself, casually stroked himself, his sole coated him the wolf's precum, and smiled as he felt him getting closer and closer to orgasm. "Thats it, just give in to the power of my big, fat bear foot. Just know, as soon as you cum, your own little paws are mine," he said, punctuating his point by stroking the taut soles in front of him with his thick fingerpads.

Being denied earlier that morning, the thick soft sole rubbing his member, the powerful footmusk filling his nasal cavities, and now the added stimulation on his own tender paws proved to be too much. Don smiled as he felt something wet, hot, and sticky smear against his sole as the bound fur under him howled loudly into his gag.

Don didn't even give the poor, panting wolf at his feet a moment to enjoy his orgasm before sadistically scribbling all ten blunt claws over every millimeter of tender flesh on his soles and toes. The response was immediate and violent, the helpless wolf began thrashing so much the brown bear had to quickly pin his shoulders down with his massive paws in fear of him hurting himself. Don also eased up on the ferocity of his attack, still very satisfied with the hysteria-level reaction he was getting just by running his claws from the bottom of the heel up to the tips of the toes and back down again.

Don kept up the slow sole-raking for for a good long time when he felt it was a good time to try the two news toy his inventor friend Raal had giving him. The device resembled small metal boxes with three thin, long rods poking out. Tiny stiff-bristled brushes were attached to the ends of the rods, and once he had taped the main mechanisms to the arms of the chair they were lined up perfectly with Jake's soles and they were making great contact with them. The truly genius part was each individual rod could be programmed to run at different speeds and to constantly change so the victim never gets use to it. Don flipped the On switches and settled back, stroking his fat cock again, as the brushes did their job.

The maniacal, muffled laughter of the helpless wolf was music to Don's ears, and he felt another orgasm moving closer. He wrapped both hands around his throbbing shaft and began pounding in earnest, staring down at the sweat-soaked, squirming lupine under him and that was all it took. He let out a loud moan and sprayed his load all over Jake.

He took a few minutes to get his breathing back to normal, then turned the brushes off and began the process of untying the exhausted wolf. Once he had Jake's legs free he sat next to him on the floor again and cleaned the cooled semen from his fur with a towel as he removed the gag, blindfold, and cuffs. The wolf took a few minutes to compose himself, then they both went back upstairs to cuddle the rest of the afternoon away. **************************************************************************** "So are we on for next Saturday," Don asked later that night as Jake was getting his things together to leave.

"Actually we got a BBQ going at the house next Saturday, sort of an 'end of the summer' kinda thing and...."

"Oh, ok, that's fine. Another time then," he said, cutting him off somewhat embarrassed.

"You didn't let me finish," he said, hearing the thinly veiled disappointment, "I was going to ask if you'd like to come."

"Really? I don't know, how many people are going to be there?"

"More than a few, less than a mob, why?"

Don's quiet shrug told him all he needed to know. He put his bag on the floor and stood on his tiptoes to wrap his arms around the bear's neck, "Mr. Don Ursa, are you nervous?"

"Kind of, meeting a guy's friends is a big deal."

Jake planted a kiss on the Don's lips, "They're gonna love you."