The Weekend Lover
#1 of Be My Bad Boy
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Be My Bad Boy-The Weekend Lover
My heart will always belong to the predator of my species, a fox. Younger than me, yet stronger than I. I hold him on a leash, and he desires to bite the hand that feeds him, among other things. Prey is submissive to the Predator, but he wants to straddle me too. He was a brother until a year ago, when he turned fifteen and confessed all love for me, and I too found love in him.
The fox of my dreams, forever innocent yet broken. He was always mine to take, and he will always stay on a short chain with me. However, we had our first argument ever, and perfect became shattered paradise. Such words of cruelty escaped my lips at him, when he had done nothing wrong. But the pet, he disobeyed his master when the master yelled. I feel terrible, for then I knelt next to him and undid his collar. "Get away!" I said.
Such a good predator he is, dangerous too. He will soon return, cool as always. He will have some precious stone for me, some luxurious item I don't deserve, but he will tell me I deserve it. He will hold me, and I will be comforted. However, I am sitting in this club, Techno pumping its sweet rhythm into my ears. I wear a cartoon picture of myself on my shirt, and several glow sticks as jewelery. I am also in a painter jeans with a leash tied in the belt loop. Maybe, I decided, swishing the taste of warm scotch in my mouth; maybe I needed comfort sooner than that. It was then I saw him.
Coming my way was what one would term as a "graver." A dark raver for those not in the scene. He wore leather, tight and black. Spiked bracelet decorated his left arm, with a metal bead strapped loosely above it. A collar choked his neck, a dog tag was on it. On the tag, I was able to make out the words "Bad Boy" as he drew neared, despite the dimness. My mind focused on the one word that could describe this incredible moment, 'Perfect.'
I handled him, with fleeting dignity, when our eyes crossed. The dark, burning fire that was his eyes glared at me, feeling me charred like ember. I could feel sweat waking in my pores, my blue fur seeming to steal his attention. He caught my gaze when his scan took him my way a second time. He smiled a dark, wily smile as he made his was across the tables to the bar. As he drew closer, I noted the scent of what one may describe as intimidation.
Before stopping myself, my hand reached out timidly and stroked his cheek, as if to see if he were real. He took his hand, and placed it on mine upon his cheek. He pulled it away gently, and grabbed me into a hold, kissing me with sweet passion. There was a release of tension while other furred creatures stared, many with lust. He tugged gently at the leash, and I pulled it free. I stretched it out, and showed it to him. He tilted his head to the left revealing the hook for my leash. I tied him with skill, used so many times on a fox.
With ease, he followed me through the club to its exit. Once outside, he sat on all fours and whined like the dog he was. With him crouching, I noticed in the light the red stripes along his spines and that he was in fact a hedgehog. I noticed the red stripes, where his black vest cut off, appeared on his shoulders to his arms.
I walked him down the street, parading him like the fine prize he was. Some stared with envy at my catch of the day, but I ignored most of them. I passed up a sleazy motel for a 4 star one that was a bit ritzy. It seemed more appealing for such a happy and memorable occasion. The hotel was adorned in many marvels of modern art, but my "Bad Boy" threatened to mark them if he didn't mark me soon. I felt a huge switch being pulled in my mind, that one that is clearly labeled "TURN ON!"
Once inside the hotel itself, I talked to the manager of a one night stay. The feline quickly replied that pets were not allowed in the room. My pet stood on his hind legs and looked into the cat eyes of the cat. The cat, who was white and well trimmed like a house cat himself, look terrified of the "Bad Boy". "C'mon," the hedgehog began, "Surely you can cut another house pet, like yourself, a favor? I won't do anything to the curtains, scout's honor."
The highly proper cat began to reply, "The rules are of the hotel and they . . . "
The raven furred hedgehog leaned over the counter while quickly grabbing the cats tie and pulled him closer, before locking lips with the feline. The feline opened his eyes wide in surprise, and gasped for air when the graver released him. The cat, attempting with little luck to regain his composure continued saying, " . . . and . . . and they were made to be broken. Have a pleasurable night."
I was awestruck and raging hard from the perfect scene I had witnessed. We got to the elevator, and pressed the floor number on the card, '13.' As the doors closed, I pushed my Bad Boy into the corner and made out with him, dominating with much force. He attempted to fight back, to regain control, but I ended that by rubbing his obviously large package through his tight pants. I let him breath for a moment saying, "You're gonna love this."
I immediately started licking his chest as the elevator sounded it was stopping. Two bears stepped on the elevator, a mother and child. I licked at him like the sweet candy he was too me. The mother refused to acknowledge us, but I put on a small show for the younger bear, who was female, and obviously liked watching me. So much so, that she licked my paw as I passed her stepping out onto our floor.
I tugged the leash and dragged him down the hall. Finding the room, I opened the door and pulled the dark colored hedgehog onto me. He jumped me like an animal, and tugged at my semi-baggy clothes with his teeth. He first pulled of the glow stick jewelery and tossed them aside, but he still wore his clothes. I wanted them off and pulled the zipper down on his leather vest. I was greeted by his chest, which was toned visibly through the fur, except for a sexy fluff of white discolored fur on his chest. It gave him a dominating look and fantasies danced in my head.
After pulling the zipper down, he took off my painter pants in one motion leaving me bare before this god of a hedgehog. The ruby stones which called eyes glazed over me, getting a feel for my delicate form. He stuck his paw into his pocket and pulled a ring, about the width of my dick. He slid it on, and I immediately knew it was too tight. I pulled him down by the leash and whispered, "No pants, dog."
He pulled back with force, making me realize how useless my leash is to his monster strength. He stood over me, as he dropped his slacks and then kicked them with his powerful legs. I wrapped the leash's end with my hand, and used it to pull him down onto me, which he did with rare grace. He bent his knees and straddled me, causing my cock to throb against the cold metal ring which held it tightly.
He pressed his tail hole firmly against my aching rod before bending further, his spines tickling my chin. To give a hint, I sucked on one, quickly nipping it. He pulled back and looked deep in my emerald eyes, and I knew it then. He was coming in me. He pulled himself back, and place himself between my legs. He bent down, and with such a painfully slow manner, he gave the blue furred balls a
probational lick before rapidly lapping at them.
The cold metal band on my prick became a painful reminder of my delayed release, something I so desperately needed and wanted and desired.
I shot back to reality as he moved from my balls upwards, working on my fur covered sheath. He felt my cock pulse again through the layer of skin, and this made his own prick start to push from the top of his sheath. It grew slowly as he moved upwards, tracing his skillful tongue against my fully exposed rod. His cock was pushing out further growing to its full length.
The crow colored hedge ho opened his mouth, and took the slender head of penis into his warm, moist mouth. He pumped the lower half of my shaft as he took his tongue to the tip. He surrounded me, and finally I realized my climax was already building. I felt sure, as I pulled my head up, that I could cum into his mouth when I looked up and saw the wonderfully splendid sight of this hedgehog sucking my prick. It was then, the ring made me realize that would not happen to soon.
Upon reaching a minute of him teasing my dick, my cock pulsed, and my balls ached for a real release. I was verbally begging my pet to take. "Fuck me, you Bad BOY!" I pleaded, but the hedgehog was not a tamed pet, and lapped at my dick a few more time before allowing it to reveal in the colder than hot air.
He then pushed his hips forward, and raised my left leg with his strong arms. I could only react by moaning sweet anticipation as the thickness of his shaft pressed against my entrance. I pushed down on him, but was unable to get any of him in. I continued to whine, and beg. He looked down at me, and at last said, "You're my bitch, and I'm your bad boy."
His words were dark, but sent a wonderful message, he wanted me too. "Take me, tiger!" HE pushed in with a sudden force, a mere two inches intruded me, and I moaned for more. He gave it gladly, hilting himself fully, ripping at my sensitive insides. He stopped for a moment, and bent over me. He took my lips, and dominated my tongue. I felt like I had reached heaven on the 13th floor.
A moment later, he took away his warm mouth and pulled out from me except for those two wonderful inches. He slammed into me again, easier this time, and my prostate screamed from my partner's thick shaft hitting it. He pulled out once more and smoothly forced in, building a quick rhythm. My dick pulsed again in union with the overwhelming feeling of my prostate being hit with each powerful thrust. Every second, he became even stronger in pulling in and out of my ass, which rarely received such abuse, and I loved every moment.
"C'mon boy," I taunted, "You can go faster than that!" A slight moan came from his lips, and he did go faster. His body moved like the wind, and I could only throw my head back, eyes closed from the immeasurable amount of ecstasy that washed over me. My cock pulsed again against the cold metal, and despite its powers of delaying I could feel my climax building fast. My prostate felt used, as though it could only take so much, and my entrance felt stretched beyond anything it had ever been forced to do before.
I looked up at the hedgehog who continued with his fast, quick thrust into me. His body rippled, fur seemed damp with sweat. His face was beautiful. He held his eyes closed tight, and I knew he would soon cum as he moaned loudly.
With a slight increase in speed, I felt my peak reach. My cock pulsed madly at the metal ring and erupted from its tip the white, milky substance of so many fur's desires. It splashed all over my chest, several ropes of the gooey substance came from my cock head. Several landed on my Bad Boy's chest and stomaching, clashing against his black fur. I felt my ass tighten around his large, thick dick and he hilted himself in me. He left himself in me while my ass massaged him to a powerful climax, his seed shooting deep into my body. I felt full, and pulled myself up to him, and kissed him with my remaining strength. I fell back with heavy eyes closing, and found myself dreaming the experience again.