Lean On Me
Lean On Me
by theonehowl
Adam held up the remote after successfully unlocking the combination to the secured safe in the wall, above the coach. Finally, he changed the channel from Extreme Sports to the Southern Housing-Fixation Network. The victory, in essence, was fruitless as it would be recaptured by his boyfriend, who went away to use the bathroom just moment before. Though, he swore he heard the bathroom door shut for the second time just a second ago. The gray furred bunny searched for the cleverly hidden remote that whole time. He shrugged off his thoughts and adjusted the volume while curling his legs Indian style on the couch dressed in nothing but a pair of smiley-face boxers.
Then, his panda walked into the room, Adam seeing the heavyset body from the corner of his eye. Mike sat down next to the bunny wearing his dark navy business suit with the tie unstrung, his weight swallowed by the cushions. Adam merely let himself teeter from the see-saw effect the panda was having on the couch, and slid down the incline to contently bump against the panda's big arm. The "see-saw ritual" always brought a smile to the bunny's face.
Then Adam's ears drooped a little lower as his eyes caught the open can of beer in the panda's big paw and the fact that his office clothing hadn't been discarded and hung up in the closest. It was even the third drink of the night. That was Mike's old ghost of a habit making a dismal appearance, and even in those cases inebriation made the clothes slide off almost instantly. Then, he noticed that five minutes had passed and the panda still hadn't said a word or tried to make a move for the remote.
Mike sat still and sipped from the beer, eyes monitoring the screen ahead with little interest.
As tempting as it was for Adam to take advantage of the free TV time, his worry overpowered the desire for TV.
"What's with the drinking, dear?" he finally asked, rubbing his check against the dark fur of his lover's shoulder.
Mike only shrugged, not taking much notice or interest in the affectionate rub.
"They have me working tomorrow and Friday," the panda replied. "I'm so dragged down by the time I get home. You're at school all the time. I can't even enjoy myself with you, right here. I'm too worried about the mass of paper work their going to put on me. It's like I loss a lot of initiative over the past few weeks. I don't sleep well, either."
Adam listened with concern for his mate. Mike turned his head to the bunny and asked, "Am I getting old?" The bunny giggled.
"You're only 24, dear. You just need a vacation, or a new job. I think I like the latter idea, personally."
"Yeah, but we need the money until you finish college." The mention of Adam's schooling made the bunny straighten in his seat with a certain idea.
"What if I could help you sleep with what I've learned from school?" Mike looked down at the bunny's excited state for a moment before smiling.
"I don't see how a Biology Major is going to help me sleep. Did you grow a plant? I hope it's not what I think it is..."
"No," Adam protested while his ears were disheveled by the panda's condescending paw. "I mean, I learned some hypnosis techniques my teacher showed us in Psychology. I've been reading up on the techniques and all." The panda took another sip from the can in the other paw.
"No. I don't believe in that stuff." Adam put his paws on his hips in frustration.
"You're just too afraid to ever try something new..." The bunny smiled then. "But you might as well do it."
"Why?" Mike looked curiously over to Adam, who only raised a cocky eyebrow.
"Cause I'm cute and you loooove-me."
"Pssh... Like I'm swayed by your cuteness-or something. Please."
"You're fucking -me-, after all, aren't you?" Mike only frowned with a growing blush. Adam continued by holding up one digit. "First week, 'I just hope my friends don't see us'." The bunny emulated Mike's voice with exaggeration, but did well to help the panda remember that night behind the bleachers, in high school. The place they decided to start dating. Then a second digit flicked up. "Second week. After sex; you told your friend over the phone, when we were in bed. What did you say?"
The sassy attitude of the bunny nearly drove his point home for Mike, but the panda knew if he gave up now that it would mean he'd have to try the stupid hypnosis.
"I don't recall..."
"Oh? It went something like, 'Man, I can't hang out, dude, because I'm having drunk sex with my boyfriend!'." Where, during that conversation, long ago Mike's friend, Thomas, promptly replied with: "What the fuck man?! I just wanted to know if you saw the game last night. You're gay and drunk. Nice. Just call me when you're sober, okay?" The last words ending in dripping sarcasm. Mike went on to remember how much hell he caught about the drunk, gay phone call the next day. He would never live down the embarrassment of that day.
The panda sighed in defeat and set his half-full drink in the couch's cup holder.
"Okay, let's make a bet, then. You put me to sleep in an hour, I'll be your indentured servant. If you fail, then you'll be my servant." The gray bunny took a minute to think over the bet, aware that the panda could dish out some degrading acts. Not to mention, he would be put in charge of all the chores. But the idea of winning appealed to him once he realized that it could be his chance to enact his favorite fetish. He fantasized on multiple occasions, recently, about feet. Nothing really amounted to the idea of jamming his feet paws all over his lover's body, especially the panda's face and cock. This could be the perfect way to finally reveal the new-found kink, but the fantasies quickly had to be put on hold if he wanted to think clearly and win this bet.
"Hmm... okay, deal," the bunny said.
"So how do we start?" Mike smiled a little, knowing he would have this in the bag as long as he resisted any sleepy feelings. With the sleepless record he built over the past few days, he believed it wouldn't be too hard.
"We start... after you finish your beer." The panda grabbed his beer and drained the rest of it with one, long swig. He put the empty can back down, gave Adam another look, and made a "herp" sound with the over-induced carbonation. A satisfied smile spread across his lips.
"Finished. Now lets get this over with. You have an hour."
Adam reached up and began rubbing the panda's neck with a firm grip, making him droop some. He could tell that his panda lover wasn't expecting such a comforting and relaxing touch.
"That's it," Adam said, building a superior smile now. "Just relax, babe." As the panda gave him a skeptical look, Adam went further by putting both paws on those hefty shoulders and worked them under his needful touch. "I'm just making you comfortable. Can't you appreciate your loving bunny making his big bear happy and relaxed? Like that time at the beach..." Adam continued the thorough massage; all the while, he soothed the large panda with the tale of their vacation and included thorough details of how relaxing, comforting, and blissful the experience was. He detailed the parts about the beach; the sand, the waves, the melting breeze, familiar scents of sun lotion and his own smell close by.
Mike's eyes blinked, his face drooping and body sagging against the soft, tender touch of his mate's hold on his shoulders. The rush of alcohol and the gentle touch pulling the tension from his shoulders put him at a susceptible state of drowsiness. Distantly, he thought maybe all he needed to sleep was a massage, but the words in his ears and scenery in his mind changed things, somehow. His mate whispered something about sleep and drifting mind and... something else, but Mike only wanted to stay asleep and dream of the beach and listen attentively...
"Yes, just dream and be relaxed next to the warm sand and lazy sun. Want to stay asleep and listen. Stay asleep and listen. What do you feel like doing?"
"Stay asleep... and listen," Mike's voice uttered the numbing words. He felt like he could snore in the drowsy state, but he only wanted to sleep and listen.
"Good. You can be my slave for a week then. How does that sound slave?"
"Asleep and listen..." The answer excited Adam, more so than he expected after looking down and seeing his boxer shorts tenting with his growing arousal.
"Hmm..." The bunny pondered while looking at his tranquilized mate and slave. He figured he could take advantage of the perks of being a slave owner now, and having a throbbing erection seemed a good time as any. "Now listen and relax. You find my voice very soothing. It puts you to sleep so well, and you know its the voice you want to listen to, the voice to obey, when you want to feel this state of bliss.
"Obey. Kneel at my feet, slave."
Mike dragged himself out of the seat, his hefty weight relieving the couch of the slight indention of his large ass. He placed himself at the feet of the bunny. The work clothes made him out to look like he was begging for his office job. Only, the difference was that the panda could barely keep his eyes open. The fatigue and deep trance put him in a zone where the only thing that helped him stay awake was to obey, making his mind operate on the singular desire.
Adam pressed one of his bare feet up against the panda's cheek, curling the toes to dig into the black fur of his face.
"Does slave enjoy being touched while being in a state of complete relaxation?"
"Uhhuhh..." Mike moaned while half nodding and half nuzzling against the rabbit's foot. His body shuffled beneath the pleasure building up in his tight khakis.
"This is how it feels when you obey. Understand? This is how it feels to obey. Do you like how this feels?" Adam asked as his paw reached under his boxers and began caressing the throbbing length beneath.
"Yesss..." Drool ran down the panda's lips.
"Then, what do you have to do?"
"Obey."
"That's a good panda." Adam followed up by moving his other foot and nudging the obvious bulge in his lover's pants. His own cock leaked pre over his fingers, which he rubbed across the sensitive skin. He pressed his foot against the defiant stiffness in those khakis, determined to help the panda understand his place.
A wet a spot grew at the tip of the bulge, bringing a smile to Adam's face.
"I think you need to get out of your clothes before they get messy. Strip."
Mike nodded and stood up to do just that. He made no show, but Adam still enjoyed the thrill of watching his lover abiding by his orders without question or hesitance. When Mike reached for the shoes, Adam stopped him.
"No," he said. "Leave those for me to take care of." The panda nodded and continued till he only had his white briefs on and work shoes. Then, he pulled the briefs down to reveal the hard cock jutting out below his full belly. "Sit." The bunny pointed down at his feet, closer this time. "And put your feet up here for me." Mike did so. When the panda leaned back to put up his feet, a bare foot pressed into his face and rubbed all over his muzzle. "I'm in need of a good foot bath."
Mike started lapping up against the bunny's sole with the intention to clean the foot with just his tongue and lips.
Adam began undoing the laces of the panda's work shoe. He removed the shoe and then the sock, leaving the large foot to the mercy of the cool open air. The bunny took it and rubbed it with a underlying obsession to its care. His thumbs touched and ran along the digits carefully. The warmth felt good against his hands as they absorbed the shape and feel. The faint smell helped to not overpower the experience that he reveled in.
When Adam began working on the other foot, he granted his other foot to rub the bare shaft between his panda lover's thick thighs. He felt the warm wetness of dribbling arousal against his sole and continued smearing it around the shaft, curling the toes over the tip and crushing it lightly in their grasp. The action brought out an audible moan from the panda, who had most of Adam's foot stuffed in his wet lips. The bunny stroked himself as he held and rubbed the other foot paw, just released from its shoe-confines, enjoying the new warmth that drained out of the previous foot.
"Oh, shit..." Adam said. He clutched the foot in his paw. At the same time, he stroked himself and shoved his foot against the hard cock under his sole and heel. Both were writhing with the pleasure of foot paws stimulating their cores. "Cum!" The bunny yelled it out, not knowing it would be taken as an order, but Mike did as he was told. His large hips bounced as the prolonged orgasm rushed over him, squirting the bunny's foot with sticking seed.
Adam let his boxers cling to him with his own sticky mess covering his lap and paw. He ordered Mike to clean it, and then had him gather up his clothes and come to bed. They laid together in the peaceful dark. Mike finally had a peaceful and, most importantly, content night's sleep.