Sex lies and polar bears

Story by sisco on SoFurry

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Ok this is something a little bit more extreme than my usual fare, just to show some of the kinkier fetish stuff I have done. So fair warning check the tags.

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'The Chained Dog' was just a typical leather bar, it stank of stale beer, sweat and leather. Of course around me it also reeked of stale beer, sweat, leather, musky bear and cigar smoke. I scanned the throng, not as busy as most nights, Wednesdays never were a big night. Still I was certain I would find what I was looking for that night. I hadn't got my harness on and bought a selection of rather expensive cigars, just to come out and pose.

Although as I caught my reflection in the mirror I have to admit I was looking good. The leather harness seemed to bring out the muscle definition on my shoulders and biceps. The leather cross served to highlight my muscle gut wonderfully. The black leather standing out perfectly against my snow white fur. Just as my large black nose did on my huge polar bear muzzle.

I was larger than everyone in the bar, but the black stallion bouncer, and I couldn't help but glance around and grin, knowing there wasn't a physical match for me in the place. I took deep drag on the cigar, enjoying the subtle oaky tones in the smoke as I slowly exhaled into the room. Lots of eyes were on me, partly because in the leather pants my other attributes were on display and partly because it was illegal to smoke in bars.

For a bear like me the threat of arrest was worth the effect, besides the owners of the dog knew their clientele well and tended to turn a blind eye. So long as it was confident tops smoking heavy stoggies, not weedy little twinky boys smoking those skinny ass rollups. After all furs come here for leather, for manly men and a big bear like me, acting like the alpha male I was, only served to bring the squealing little subby bitches in.

Then my eyes spotted him, a skinny grey kitten dancing in a mesh tanktop and jeans outfit, with a little blue leather doggy collar around his neck. He waved to random guys watching him, as the only person on the dance floor he stood out. He wriggled his lithe form, letting everyone check out his slinky body and his pert little rump. His tail danced, as he did, flicking gracefully with his body. He hadn't seen me yet and with the pickings in the dog being so slim that night I needed to move fast to beat the other alphas in the room.

As the song stopped he stopped dancing and headed over to the bar. I followed him and as a large bull started to move in, I shouldered passed the bull with a deep warning growl and a puff of acrid smoke in his face. I leaned passed the cat and caught the bartender's eye. "A pint of Guinness and whatever the little bitch wants." I said loudly, my muzzle near the kitten's ear, my voice deep and rough as my huge bulk towered all around him.

He turned and gave me an indignant look, although I could see the lust in his eyes as he checked out my body. "What makes you think I'm interested?"

I grinned and took a slow draw on my cigar, because I was in no rush and wanted him to know it, and then blew thick smoke into his face, the smell combining with my heavy dirty musk. I hadn't showered since yesterday and I had a good manly rank going. I leaned over him smirking as I took his little paw in my huge bear paw and brought it down, forcing it against my crotch. He didn't struggle much, not that it would have done him any good.

Now I don't like to boast, who the fuck am I kidding, I love to brag about my package. I am a well hung bear, eleven and a half inches of ebony meat, thicker than the little bitches wrist. I match up to most ponies and know how to use it to make the boys and girls scream out in pleasure. He took one squeeze and I could tell from the whimper in his throat that I had him.

To his credit the little housecat didn't even try and pretend he wasn't interested or aroused. He just turned and asked the bartender for some god awful, sickly alco-pop drink. Then he looked up and me his eyes filled with lustful excitement. "I'm Steve..." He said leaving a gap for me to introduce myself.

I took another long toke on my cigar and then blew more acrid smoke into his face before lowering my muzzle to his ear and growling in my deepest voice. "You may call me Sir or Master." He whimpered deeply and I could see his entire body starting to tremble with excitement. I knew he loved dominant males and that what he most desired was someone who took control.

That of course is what sets me apart from other alpha males, I didn't need to take control I'd been in control from the second I walked into this dive. I grabbed my Guinness and turned walking over to a booth, there was an empty one across the bar. However, closer to me was one occupied by a lion couple necking on. I placed my drink on the table, then laid my two huge paws on the table and stared at them growling deeply. A second or two later they grabbed their drinks and ran for the free booth.

I sat down and turned noticing the bitch had followed me, I knew he would. My little dominant display had worked every button in his brain and I could see a tent in his jeans already. I couldn't help but be a little turned on. Although the leather pants I was wearing had no give, I wouldn't be able to get fully erect without getting out of them.

He kneeled on the seat next to me looking expectantly at me as he reached out a paw stroking it over my broad muscular chest gasping softly.

I grabbed his paw and raised it up, the band on his ring finger clearly showing where a wedding ring usually sat. I looked at it and then at him. "Bitch or dude?" I asked, my tone casual implying that I didn't care about the answer.

"Guy..." He replied and as I didn't say anything further he added more details. "We got married a couple of years back, but he doesn't do it for me anymore. I want a man and his cock is kinda small. Still he has a really good job and keeps me well, no way I'm leaving that until I got better to go to."

I grinned widely and he took it that I enjoyed hearing him insult the other male so he followed it up with a few more insults about his husband's lack of sexual prowess. I didn't listen as I drank half my pint in one slow pull the rich bitter flavour washing the taste of this stale bar out of my mouth briefly. Then took along deep satisfying pull on the cigar, it was almost done and soon I would need to start a new one. I knew it would be a good night now, I'd been worried that I would like him, hearing what he had to say about the husband, he was about to cheat on, made me lose any sympathy I had for him.

As he continued jabbering I reached out my huge paw caressing his cheek and then pulled him in forcefully. I kissed him deeply, my tongue forcing it's way into his mouth, sharing the bitter heady mixture of cigar, Guinness and bear with the moaning bitch. While I got to taste the sickly sweet alco-pop and mild kitty taste. Even his flavour was weak, almost nothing to it. Unlike mine, which he couldn't get enough of, I could feel him swallowing as my thick ursine tongue controlled his mouth sending musky fluids deep into his warm mewling mouth.

When I had enough of his little squeals and desperate tongue action I broke the kiss. He lay against my chest panting for breath, he may have said something, I didn't really listen. I just reached down and undid a couple of buttons on my fly. Then in one swift motion I grabbed his head and shoved his muzzle into my pants. He struggled for a second, then as the heavy manly stink got to him he stopped and I felt his little tongue lapping through the musky fur and across the top of my shaft.

As I said I hadn't washed that day and the leather pants I was wearing were very warm and didn't breath. I can't imagine how musky and sweaty I was down there but he was loving it. The little slut was in a filthy, rank, masculine paradise. Still I could see the bouncer watching us closely, while they may turn a blind eye to some things like cigars or fucking in the bathroom, he couldn't ignore sex in the bar itself.

Nothing would have made me lose this bitch faster than having the bouncer throw me out, so I grabbed his hair and pulled him up firmly, licked up his neck tasting him and inhaling his scent. He smelled sweet and fruity with a hint of coconut, no doubt he used some sort of tropical scented shampoo. Not even manly enough to taste like a man. "I have a place nearby where we can fuck." I growled and he knew it wasn't a question or an invitation, it was a statement of what would happen.

As I stood up I pulled something out of my pocket and before he knew what was happening I snapped a leash onto his collar. Then I started walking, fast, as he squealed and was dragged over the table. He crawled quickly after me trying to catch up enough to get to his feet.

I gave the stallion on the door a nod of respect as I dragged the bitch out of the place. The cat got to his feet just as we headed out the door, still he struggled to keep up as I dragged him through the streets, nodding politely to the shocked faces of the late night pedestrians we passed. A bear in leather pants and harness leading a cat by the collar through the streets was definitely turning the few heads.

I paused on the street and stubbed out my cigar on a building dropping the stub onto the street as I bit the end off a new one and lit it. The cat looked up at me nervously in embarrassment as everyone in the street watched us.

"M... Master?" He whispered his paws across his chest defensively. I turned to look at him, and could see that not only did he still have an erection his jeans were soaking with his pre. "W... what's the safeword?"

Growling in disappointment I unhook his leash and push him away. "Go on home, I play with proper pets and bitches. They don't need safewords cause they trust their master to fuck them properly and do what's in their best interests." It was a risky move, but I figured this was a bitch who liked to play rough and this move would definitely get him off.

I was right and he started whining and a second later he blurted out. "Master, I don't need a safeword. Just put the leash back on, please Master!"

Taking another long drag on my cigar I leashed up my bitch again. This was easier than I thought, he was so desperate for a man to take charge, he would give up anything and everything for a real male. His dignity, his safety were small prices for him to get a ride on this bear's meat.

Less than five minutes later we stumbled into a dank motel room. I tugged him via his leash inside and he stood there just trembling with excitement and desire. He was desperate to submit to the manly bear who had picked him up. "Alright get you clothes off, I'm gonna fuck your slutty ass and then maybe mark you as my own."

He began to pull his jeans off, exposing his fully erect cock. It was cute, about five inches and chubby above two tiny balls. "How... will you m... mark me Master?"

I let him finish stripping and then walked over to him, looking his skinny body over, running my huge paws down his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly. Then I reached down wrapped my huge fingers around his meat and squeezed it tightly. "Any way I chose." I growled deeply blowing more smoke into his face. His cock jumped in my paw as I spoke and I knew that he was more than willing.

Releasing his cock I wiped my paw clean on his stomach fur and then spun him around. Grabbing his arms I twisted them up behind his back. He yelped softly, but didn't struggle, as I used his leash to tie his arms behind him. So tightly that it pulled on his collar forcing his head back. Then I pushed him and without arms to aid him, he fell face first into the bed.

I watched his grey ass squirming as he tried to get into a comfortable position. I unfastened by pants, grateful as the cool air rushed through my sweat drenched fur.

I grabbed my thick meat and began to stroke it, snatching up the bottle of lube I had stashed by the bed earlier, I got myself greased up ready for action. Rubbing my slick fingers over his pucker, making him squeal in anticipation, I finished my preparation work.

Then I grabbed his hips, lined up my huge cock and just started to thrust. I could see him biting down on the questionable motel sheets as my thick meat slowly ground into him. I couldn't help but moan as my thick cock slowly spread the kitty around me. I knew he was a slut but as my thick meat forced it's way inside I realised just how much of a slut he was.

Now some guys go all apeshit and horny over virgins, and sure there is something nice about being the first to plant your flag in someone's ass. However, I'd much rather be the fiftieth cock into someone than the first. That way the other forty nine cocks can teach his ass; how to take them, how to treat them and how to make them feel good.

"Fuck, pet is a dirty slut isn't he?" I asked taking a draw on my cigar as I felt him writhing expertly around my cock. "How many guys have you let just fuck you, a hundred?" I grunted as I hilted inside his ass, my large paws caressed his buttocks. "You let them all use you don't you, dirty little cumdump?"

He squirmed under me, his ass milking and sucking on my cock in the most delightful way as he replied. "Yes Master, I'm a filthy whore, I fuck anyone or anything."

Thrusting slowly I moaned and growled in disgust. "Fuck I should have put a rubber on before putting my perfect cock in your disgusting and possibly diseased ass. Want me to pull out?"

"NO!" He squealed loudly squirming under me clenching and squeezing my meat, making my balls tingle and my gut clench as my entire body ached with need to breed this bitch. "Please Master, don't take it out. I'm a dirty fucking cum dump, but I'm clean I swear, I got tested last week."

"Very well, I've got an itch in my balls just waiting to be shot into your ass and I can't be arsed grubbing around for a sheath." I replied starting to rut into him slow but firmly, my thick pile ramming into his quivering, moist, hot, cloying depths. I ploughed him slowly, but firmly, and then decide the bitch had been broken in more than enough.

I began to fuck him properly, using the raw brute strength only a bear can bring to drive into his squirming and quivering rump. My eleven inch bearhood ramming deep inside him again and again reaming his ass wider and wider as I fucked without mercy. I took the cigar out of my mouth and flicked the ash onto his back before taking my final drag on it.

I paused in my brutal fucking of him, leaving the kitten gasping and whimpering still squirming around my cock. As he turned to see why I stopped, I took the lit stub of my cigar and then sticking out my tongue I put it out on the slippery appendage. There are two tricks to this stunt, the first is to get a lot of saliva on your tongue so it puts the cigar out quickly and the second is not caring that it hurts.

It did the job, however, and he started bucking back against me, wanting me to start breeding him again, desperate in his arousal. As I felt his ass squirm, massage and milk my thick ebony shaft I smiled watching his desperation. Then pulled out one more cigar, bit the tip off and spat it out, laughing as it bounced off his head. Lighting it up I and enjoyed a good deep draw on it. Exhaling slowly, blowing the smoke carefully into his face, all of this was a show so that he knew who was in charge.

My two huge paws grabbed his hips, my paws so large that they almost touch as they wrapped around his waist. Then I started to fuck him again, hard fast and deep. The air filled with acrid smoke, dank bear musk and the squeals of a bitch kitty being bred properly. He can't do anything but brace himself as I rut him faster and harder. Reaching down I snatched up my mobile and pointed the camera down at my cock, videoing it as I pounded him like no other male has ever done.

I captured his squeals and moans, the sound of my heavy balls and hips as they slapped hard into his ass. I could feel my balls starting to rise and knew it wouldn't be long until I came. So I paused, took a few pulls on my cigar and knocked the ash off onto his back. Then I started to rut him again, breeding deeper and harder, catching every minute, every moan and every squeal on my mobile.

My black cock shined in the murky neon lights of the cheap motel room. Flashing at the camera as it slid in and out of the willing bitch. I fucked him roughly again and again, pausing whenever I felt myself getting near to take a toke on my smoke and let myself calm down.

I growled and panted in frustration, wanting to cum into this bitch's ass. However, I had other plans and ideas and as I finished my last cigar and stubbed it out in my paw I pull out of him entirely. Getting a good shot on the video of his ass stretched out completely and slowly closing around it. I heard his moans and objections as I grabbed his head and pulled it into my lap. He whimpered deeply lost in the lustful feelings ruling his mind. I placed his head by my huge nuts, he started to lick them.

I wrapped a huge paw around my cock and started jerking off, my other paw getting it all on camera. I got a great shot of my huge cock throbbing as white seed sprayed out over his face. He whimpered happily as my cum started to drip down his face, he licked at it and opened his mouth desperate to catch the cum on his tongue. I grunted and sighed with relief as I milked my cock of every drop.

I wiped my cocktip clean on his face and the grinned at the cat. He whimpered looking up at me, I knew he was desperate for release. However, there was one more thing I had to do before I could allow that. Placing my cocktip on his muzzle and between his eyes I slowly relaxed myself and then released a powerful jet of yellow musk right between his eyes. He squealed and at first he tried to back off. My paw was faster though and I held his face in the powerful stream, he moaned and then to my shock he opened his mouth, letting my dank musky piss flood his muzzle.

I push him back, so he rolled over onto the bed, as I let my yellow stream wash over his chest and down to his crotch, where his little cock was drooling and throbbing. "Mark me Master!" He shouted so loud it actually made me pause for a second midstream, then I continued with renewed vigour until his entire body was soaking and my bladder was empty.

Reaching down I carefully untied him, trying not to get any of my own piss on myself. "You may cum now bitch." I said and he squealed once more, happily, as he grabbed his shaft rolling around in the piss soaked sheets like a pig in filth. It didn't take long for him to reach orgasm, shooting a small white stream over his dripping body.

I switched off the camera, oh x tube this video will be all over you soon. Then I pulled off my leather pants and harness. Chucked them into a bag and grabbed my jeans and a shirt. In less than a minute I am dressed again, just a regular bear in a t shirt and jeans just like any other bear. He watched, me still too blissed out to realise what was going on.

I grabbed his jeans and found his phone as he sat up in confusion I opened it up and started entering numbers on my mobile. "Huh, your husband's called Darol?"

"W... why do you ask?" he asked cautiously as he stood up.

Tossing his phone back onto the pile of his clothes I turned and smiled. "Cause now I have his phone number, email address, your home address and a video of you not only being fucked by me, but drinking my piss and calling me Master." I took a few steps forward and growled in deep tones. "I own your ass, you understand ? Believe me I will use what I own."

He whimpered in shock and yet through it all his little cock was getting erect again. "Yes Master."

"Get used to saying that, cause when I call you will come running and you will do what I say, when and say and who I say." I enjoyed the look of misery and desperation on his face. Then I stood up. "For now I want you to get showered got home and suck your husband's cock good. Being married to a bitch like you he needs some good head now and then." I didn't wait I just walked out the door laughing to myself as my new little slave contemplated what was in stored for him.