Big Ben at Work
Took a few days for some inspiration to hit me, but it's time to continue our story with Big Ben and the Little Wolf. This one also has some major scat going on, as well as macro, w/s, quite a bit of m/m jock action.
My little wolf paws clawed out as I fell from Big Ben's monstrous bear paws. I landed with a surprisingly soft thud in his pubic fur...grabbed onto a tuft of hair, and held on for dear life. Suddenly, the bear was standing up, and pulling up a jock strap.....the cup descended on my three-inch tiny wolf body. The light dimmed suddenly as the shell closed around me; it instantly became hotter and much, much more humid. I looked down from where I hung on the bear's patch of pubes...and there was his enormous bear schlong, sweaty and glistening. It was soft, and yet dwarfed me. Instantly, I realized how hard I had become, and how hot I was for his enormous bear dick.
I gingerly began to climb down to his huge, flaccid cock. The smell was indescribable; bear-sweat mixed with cum, urine, dirt, perhaps some cheese buried deep in his foreskin. It drove me crazy, and I began humping along his limp shaft. I wrapped my paws as much as I could around his veined foreskin, and began to pump up and down. I was all but melded to his bear dick: his dick pulsed and warmed significantly as it began to pump full with blood.
"Hey, little wolf. I'm not even out the door and you're getting me hard. We're going to have to pace ourselves with this....but I'm not opposed to a little road head, so you can continue for the time being if you'd like." That was all the invitation I needed...being in the big bear's jock was making me incredibly horny.
He shut his front door, and I heard the click of the bolt as he locked it. The light in my sweat-filled jock pod had grown even dimmer; Big Ben had pulled on a pair of jeans for work. I perceived his movement as he walked out to his pickup, opened the door, and sat down. He situated himself and started the engine. Talk radio blared...
And then my mind turned back to the gorgeous, intoxicating cock under me. Big Ben was still growing harder...I began to pump more vigorously. Suddenly, the big bear's paw fished its way into the jock cup and readjusted his monstrous erection. His dick now stood straight up, and his purple head had sprung vigorously from his foreskin. It peeked over the jock cup, and light flooded into my tiny man sweat dungeon.
I, however, had been sandwiched between the stone-hard bear cock and his pubes. I did the only thing I could think of doing: I humped. And I licked him, inhaling his incredible scent. His precum oozed down from the engorged helmet far above me; it coated me and made my rubbing even easier and faster.
"Wow, little wolf! Geez, that's amazing...I think I'm going to cum soon if you keep it up! First cum of the day!"
I wanted to make my big bear cum so badly. It didn't take long. Within another minute of stimulation, Big Ben's enormous dick erupted with pearly cum. It coated his dick helmet and began to drizzle down into the pubes. Now I was covered in cum, as well.
His dick retracted within the jock within a few minutes, and the dimness and dank smell overtook me. I must have passed out....
Who knows how much later, I woke with a start. My jock prison had grown even hotter, and I was almost swimming in rank bear sweat. Big Ben must have reached the construction site he worked at and had been at the job for several hours. Judging by all the accumulating sweat, it must have been close to mid-day.
I felt the Big Bear walking, who knows where. Suddenly, it smelled utterly awful...a rank odor cut through even the fetid jock prison dominating my every sense. I shuddered. It was the unmistakable smell of a construction site port-o-potty.
The familiar creak of the port-o-john's door rang out as it swung open on its hinges. I felt Big Ben step in, and heard the CRACK! of the door slamming shut behind him. My big bear master pulled down his pants, and opened the top of his jock to peer down at me.
I blinked...even the dim light of the port-o-potty seemed bright to me after spending hours marinating in Big Ben's jock. "You awake, little wolf? You were napping for a few hours. Man, you're all crusty--my cum from this morning must have dried all over you."
I only just became aware of the fact that I was glued to his pubes by a crusty film of dried bear cum. Weakly, I strained against it.
"Don't worry little wolf. I'll clean you off...let's see. How should I...?" He looked about....there was no sink or running water in this port-o-john. His eyes moved to the toilet, and chuckled. The bear construction workers had filled the toilet unit with so much shit that it had piled up to the seat, coming to a defiant peak just at the rim of the toilet. It anyone were to sit down on the seat, their ass would surely drag into the enormous, rank pile of shit. For a little wolf, it would be the Mount Everest of bear dung....and it was mostly new shit, still warm and semi-creamy, deposited only in the last day by the dozens of bears who worked at the site.
"Wow, they need to empty this port-o-john. It's full to the brim with shit...the contractor should know better. One of these port-o-johns is just not enough for a whole site full of bears." Ben's nose crinkled for a second. "That's pretty nasty..."
Then, his eyes alighted on the port-o-john's built in urinal. An evil grin came across his face. "I've got a good idea! How about I put you in the urinal and give you a nice golden shower to wash away all the cum? You can hold onto that urinal disc."
That sounded like an awful idea to me. But before I could protest, Big Ben's paw was all around me, tearing me away from his pubes. "Ow, little wolf. You pulled out a pube."
My world spun as Big Ben's paw swung over to the urinal and turned over, dumping me onto the pink lemonade urinal disc. It surprisingly slick, and my paws struggled to gain purchase.
Big Ben didn't seem to notice my trouble. His big bear dick loomed overhead as he began to piss a fire-hose stream down upon me. Instantly, I was immersed in his hot, rank piss....and my paws slipped away from the urinal disk....
"Uh oh, little wolf!" the golden stream of piss suddenly stopped as Big Ben realized I was slipping away. He looked down with wide eyes as we watched me spin down the urinal's deposit hole into the shit-chamber below.
My world spun as I was washed down the urinal hole as if I were on a giant water slide; suddenly I was falling feet-first into dim, cavernous darkness.
I landed with a SQUELCH in a soft bear turd, sinking in up to my waste into warm, pungent shit. Big Ben's piss rained down on me.
"Little wolf! Holy shit, I'm sorry little wolf! Are you okay?" I heard Big Ben fiddle with something, before I was suddenly enveloped in a bright spotlight. The bear must have been carrying a little flashlight on his utility belt. "Little wolf! You're okay!"
Speak for yourself, I thought. I'm buried up to my waist in sticky bear shit, surrounded by a fog of rancid steam wafting off the turds around me.
"Come on, little wolf, you're not far from the peak of this bear shit mountain. You can make it to the top!" Big Ben chuckled down at me. "Gosh, how am I going to get you home now when you're so dirty?"
My paws sank into the firm turd beneath me as I began to pull myself from its hot muck. In a couple of minutes, I was laying on top of the turd, panting from the effort. I began to crawl up the sickeningly warm and pungent mountain of shit, towards the light streaming in overhead through the toilet seat's rim.
With every forward crawl, my paws would sink into the bear dung beneath me, sometimes up to my elbows. It was slow going up the shit mountain; several times, I thought I would succumb to the quicksand-like suction of the yellow and brown muck beneath me. My body became covered in clumps of feces, mostly creamy and reeking of the spicy odor typical of bear shit. Some of the turds I crawled across were firmer; the stinky feces of the firm turds clung to my fur like smeared clay.
I reached the summit of the rancid shit pile, retching from the utter torture I had just endured. My normally gray fur was positively covered with deep brown bear shit. Not a trace of gray remained.
"Ugh, little wolf. That must have been awful. Here's a deal...that was just a whole lot for you to deal with, so I'm going to take you home and clean you up and give you an easy time for a few weeks."
I flopped onto my back and peered up at the big bear. I hardly noticed as I began to sink into the hot turd beneath me. _Maybe, I'll just sink and let it take me..._I thought for a second.
But Big Ben's paw gingerly fished me out of the much, depositing me on the toilet seat. He wiped me with some of the available paper, but that only seemed to smear the shit deeper into my fur. He opened a water bottle from his belt, and dumped me in.
I stood. Left over water came up to my waist. I began to cover myself in the water, letting it work the smelly shit out of my hair.
Big Ben cleaned himself up, and redressed. I could see him through the translucent plastic of his water bottle; he fasted the bottle to the back of his belt with a caribiner, probably hoping to shield any of his workmates from seeing the contents of the bottle: one shit-covered, three-inch small wolf drenched in increasingly brown water.
Ben let his supervisor know he was taking the rest of the afternoon to run errands and head home. The bear lumbered back to his pickup truck, and gently dumped me out of the bottle and onto the pavement. "Well, little wolf, you're a lot cleaner now. I'm just going to put you back in my jock for the ride home...maybe you'll feel motivated to give me a little road head again? I did save you from that giant pile of bear shit, after all." He smiled down at me.
It was going to be an eventful ride home....maybe my Big Ben just doesn't quite know how to take care of his toys....