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I waited for him, I have no idea how long: perhaps ten minutes, perhaps an hour. The scent of sex hung heavy in the room: my own, lingering, musky bear arousal mixing with rabbit release. The fur of his crotch, my chin, and around my nose and lips were wet with saliva and bunny cum. There would be time to clean up later. I reveled in the feeling of it, coated in him. I smoothed the fur of his relaxed form, spread helplessly by his bonds, fingertips lingering in the softness of it, like fine cotton fluff. I drank in the sight of him. My own cock throbbed faintly for attention, globs of pre rolling occasionally down my length to dampen my sheath, but this was time for my Pet.

At long last, his eyes fluttered open to meet mine. He yawned adorably, testing his jaw, stretching his limbs with what very little motion they could manage against the bonds.

"Thank you, Master," he spoke softly, post orgasmic fog still softening his mind. Grateful eyes locked into mine, "that was -"

"No more than you deserve, my Pet." I cut him off: "you've been so loyal, so obedient, never even asked me about your own needs, never begged except when I asked it of you."

"Master, Otis, you didn't have to . . . I want to -"

"I know, you want to please me, and that's what makes you so perfect."

He blushed again. He's never known how to take a compliment.

"Sherman?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Your reward's not over, my Pet."

"Master, I don't -"

"Hush now, Pet. I want to reward you, and I want you to accept it. I don't know that I can tie you up for this next part, and I don't think I'd want to. Sherman, I need you to do something for me."

"Anything, Master." He tugged at his restraints a little, unsure of what I'd want him to do, or what form his reward might take.

"I want you to take my ass, Sherman." I reached out a paw to brush his cheek.

His face was surprised, maybe even a little worried. He'd seen me play with some of his toys, and I wasn't a virgin back there, but my Pet and I had never done this.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, Sherman. I trust you, and I know you'd never hurt me, but listen: this is very important." I brought a paw to his other cheek, holding his head to face me: "I want you to mount me. I want you to take my ass. I have no intention of stopping or controlling you. I won't take this away from you. I want you to fuck me, and nothing, nothing would please me more, my beautiful bunny boy Pet, than for you to enjoy it, enjoy it as much and as deeply as you can."

I let go of him. His mouth moved, but no words formed. His expression was still grateful, but also worried, nervous. He had no idea what to say, still thinking it over as I bent to release his ankles, freeing his large rabbit feet from their bonds. As I turned back to unbind his wrists, his eyes met mine again.

"I'll do my best, Master." He smiles, waiting to begin.

"I could never ask for more." I bring my muzzle down to his, locking in a passionate kiss as I reach my arms along his, unstrapping his wrists as our tongues wrestle, as I press into him, tasting him. With the dampness in my fur and the lingering flavor in my mouth, I know he's tasting some of himself, too.

He moans and twists under me, stretching and flexing his freed limbs before wrapping his arms around my head, digging his paws into my deep fur. Our lips press, our tongues lock, sucking, writhing, exploring, our eyes close.

Long, breathless minutes later, I pull away from him as he wiggles out from under me. His cock stands fully at attention again, seven inches of bright pink flesh, a full two inches across, ready to please his Master. One orgasm, however potent, has not drained him fully of a month's pent-up arousal. My own hardness hasn't flagged since I began to suckle him. The self-denial is making me eager to get on with it, to reward my Pet. It must be nothing, I know, compared to how he's felt with a month building up with no release.

I take up a position in the middle of the bed on my forepaws and knees. I lift my short, stubby bear tail for him, showing off the two muscular mounds of my broad, shaggy rump, displaying my tight pink entrance. My plum-sized balls hang loose in the chocolate brown fur of my sac. I've never done this before for him. I feel so vulnerable, yet so ready. I trust him. I want him. I draw my knees a little further under my belly, lowering myself to accommodate his shorter form. I turn my head over my left shoulder to watch him, to let him know it's time.

My Pet was squatting at the head of the bed, knees splayed like a bunny about to hop, ears at attention, cock dripping, and face . . . dazed, like he was being presented with a wonderful gift. Perfect.

Slowly, uncertainly he reached forward, brought his face in close behind me. The first touch I felt was his cold, sensitive pink nose against the back of my balls, nuzzling into my fur, inhaling my musk. I closed my eyes and lowered my head, ready to enjoy this.

He began to lap at my sac, dampening and ruffling my fur with his long, narrow tongue, making my orbs bounce as my cock throbbed and bounced with them, riling up my lust. he worked his way upward, burrowing his muzzle through the long, musky, sweaty, deep fur between my bear buns with his rabbit nose, licking and nuzzling as he went, until at last his nose pressed the underside of my tail, forcing it up just a little higher than I could lift it, pressing his lips to my pucker. he placed one paw on either side of my rump, digging his fingers into my fur as he began to lick.

It wasn't the first time he'd done this. Sometimes, after a long day's work, or when I'm feeling stressed, nothing relaxes me quite like an attentive rimming. Once or twice, he's even worked his way under my tail while I'm doing the dishes or some other menial task, just to relieve and relax his Master. He knows how I enjoy it. I hadn't planned on it, but it's perfect preparation for the task I've asked of him.

I let out a low rumbling mur of appreciation as I press gently into his hot, wet tongue. He traces circles through the fur around my entrance, spiraling slowly inward, speeding up before breaking into rhythmic laps over the sensitive ring of taught muscle. Suddenly, his licks alternate with soft, wet jabs, pressing at my tail-hole with the tip of his tongue. His breaths grow heavier and hotter into my fur as he pushes his tongue deeper each time, licking and sucking at my insides, pressing his lips against me.

I hadn't washed since the shower the night before, and I couldn't possibly have tasted that good back there, but he didn't seem to mind as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper, licking, wriggling, tasting, and exploring like it was the most delicious tunnel he'd ever known.

"Ooohoohooh . . ." Moans escaped me as I could feel his warm, wet muscle stretching me, reaching into me. His long, narrow tongue was about as deep as it would get, penetrating a few inches with each thrust. He'd never quite reach my prostate this way, but it did feel so very good just to be worked and stretched so delicately. My cock throbbed and dribbled, my hips called for me to grind into this intruder. I wiggled my rump, slowly so as not to dislodge him, letting my appreciation show.

His withdrawal surprised me. My eyes were clamped shut, my face concentrated on relaxing myself, letting him enjoy me. His paws lifted away shortly after his muzzle. As I opened my eyes and craned my neck to see, he was spreading lube on his left forefinger. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing again. It had been a long time since I'd done this.

"OK, Master, I'm going to lube you up, first." My Pet warned me, still unsure if this was what I really wanted.

"Please, my Pet, please your Master." I instructed him. That would get him blushing: an unusual reversal of positions, but the same goal. This really was something I wanted to try with him, but more than that it was something I knew he'd enjoy, a novel reward.

Slowly, gently, one slick bunny digit pressed against my tail-hole. The lube was cold, at first, and I inhaled sharply at his touch, but it warmed as he worked his way in, wiggling and stretching inside me, working into everywhere his tongue had touched. I could feel him trembling, nervous, excited, never having taken this role before. I let out an appreciative "mmmhh," arching my tail a little higher, rocking gently against him, to let him know he was doing well.

He dribbled a few drops more onto my pucker, still wiggling his finger as he began to press in a second. He was stretching me, more than his tongue had, working the tightness out of my passage, preparing it to be filled with eager, devoted bunny.

"Eeemmmhh," I moaned, anticipation rising even with the burning sensation as he loosened me.

"Ah," I gasped as a third finger plunged into me, pushing in yet more lube, writhing about inside me, spreading me, making me ready. His other paw cupped my sac, began to massage my balls gently, squeezing them alternately, rolling them against each other.

Hot, eager waves of need rolled over me, rocking my whole body in gentle rolls as I pressed myself against his paw, opening myself for what was to come. I wanted my Pet to enjoy this, to enjoy me, but I was going to enjoy it too.

His paws withdrew, leaving my tail hole feeling open, empty, my balls heavy, needy. His wet, messy fingers slid upwards through my deep fur until they rested on my hips: holding me, steadying me. A hard, hot, wet, throbbing rod pressed between the mounds of my rump. As he rocked his hips against mine, his shaft caressed the sensitive fur of my crevice, burrowing into it like a rabbit ready to plunge deep into a hole. My own length bobbed and dribbled beneath my belly, pulsing in anticipation. I lowered myself for him, pushing back into his warm, plush, eager hips. I was ready.

His tip pressed up under my tail, just as his nose had, but the heat of it! The twitching, burning need of it warmed my fur, spread through my body, flooding me with lust. It was all I could do to hold myself still for him as he aligned himself with my tail-hole, and began to press.

"Oooooohhhh," I breathed as he spread me, the well-lubed, dribbling head of his bunny cock stretching my entrance wide. I tried to relax, but this was so new, so hot. My body clenched around him involuntarily, forcing small whimpers of pain from me as I adjusted.

He waited for me, just holding me there as I relaxed, the discomfort ebbing away, lust and need overpowering it. I realized he was waiting for me, just as I always wait for him. I squeezed my rump around him, feeling his girth, inviting him deeper. Slowly, hesitantly, he obliged.

Until this point my Pet had been quiet, dutiful, obedient. As his shaft began to penetrate me, sliding in inch by lingering inch, he broke his silence.

"Mhmhmhmhhh" he breathed, trembling, gripping my waist, restraining himself from giving in to his body's need to rut me.

Just a few inches in, he began to withdraw, just as slowly, just as gently, giving me time to adjust to each new position. I could feel the emptiness inside me now, the need to be filled. I wanted more. Lust and arousal drove my hips to buck backwards against him, but his grip held fast, his pace was set.

Achingly slowly, he began to fuck me. Each thrust spanned many long, heavy breaths, boring just a little deeper each time before retreating just as slowly. I could feel both of us holding back, letting out grunts and moans as our bodies shook under rigid self-control. I told him to enjoy this, and if he wanted to enjoy it slowly, then that's what I'd hold to.

"MmmOOooohhh . . . " His thrusts reached my prostate, pushing into that nut of pleasure deep inside me. I had forgotten how good that can feel. My body rumbled with heavy, growling breaths as he pushed deeper and deeper, filled me with his cock. He was well beyond where his tongue or fingers could reach, but the stretching, burning pain in each new depth he plumbed was far outstripped by the pleasure: he felt so good inside me, rubbing, thrusting, pushing. My tail-hole begged for him, my hips pleaded to grind against him, to let me impale myself on his eager bunny cock.

At last I felt the fine, soft fur of his hips press into my rump, his balls nestled at the base of my sac. I could feel the head of his cock, throbbing, stretching, filling a need deep inside me I'd never felt before. It felt so wonderful to have him there, but I couldn't just relax around his girth, couldn't hold still. My body began to writhe and clench, spasms of pleasure twinges with pain shot up my spine, rippled through my pelt, radiating from his arousal. I knew he could feel it, in his hips, in his paws, in his cock, the way I squirmed for him, the way I needed to be fucked.

We waited there, feeling each other's rapid heartbeats, breathing heavily, and then he began. His thrusts were quick, forceful. He pulled away from me barely the width of a finger before ramming back in, his hips cushioned only by my fur, his balls slamming into my sac, my own swinging with the force of it. I let out a deep growing gasp, but he did not let up. He fucked me with rapid, shallow thrusts, drawing just a little further out each time, slamming into me with a thud as his hips pressed into me, his balls collided with me, forcing a deep growl out of me each time.

He was clearly exerting himself, squeaking in time with my breaths as he fucked me. As each thrust grew longer, my own body thrusting against his own, working to slam us together over and over with such speed and force, he bent over my back, sliding his paws through my fur to embrace me from behind. His right leg gave way to spasms of joy, stamping the bed as it jerked against my thigh.

We fell at last into a kind of rhythm. He'd draw almost all the way out of me, stretching my entrance around the rim of his cock-head before slamming back inside me. His body fucked frantically as he held on to me. The lust and need of a month's denial returned, driving him into me, rutting animalistically, his mind lost to arousal. My own body forced powerfully into each of his thrusts, needing him inside me, clenching, drawing, pulling at him, wanting so badly to pleasure him, even as my own throbbing cock spurt pre, desperate for attention.

We slipped into a perfect moment. The more pleasure he built up, the more he lost himself, enjoyed himself, the more he pleased his Master, just as I'd told him. And so the more I was pleased, the more my perfect Pet, for whom my pleasure is the sole source of joy, enjoyed himself. Eyes closed, voices lost to animal grunts, squeaks, moans, noses filled with the scent of sex, of musk, of pre, of lingering cum, of each other, we built an impossible crescendo of pleasure, climbing higher and higher with each uncontrolled thrust.

With each wild push into me, he stretched me, filled me, ground against my prostate, every fur on my body resonating with yearning, with lust, with arousal, with pleasure. I could feel my balls drawing close to me, my cock throbbing, twitching wildly beneath me, brushing occasionally against the bedsheets, glans burning, ready to burst.

My Pet's own balls were tightening as well, his fluffy orbs swung less as they thudded against me, his cock pulsed and twitched within me. He was getting so close. His thighs were tightening, his breaths rapid. His pace only quickened, the force of him only grew as he hauled with his arms, pushed with his legs, heaving my more massive frame with him as a bucked into me.

I had never been filled like this, never felt such need like this. With each forceful collision of our bodies, I could feel his heat, his lust, his passionate need for release, a month of tense frustration flowing into me. Muscles tensed and coiled deep within me. My balls clenched. The way he bored within me, filled me, pressed against my rump, slammed into my balls, drilled my prostate, stretched me wide and fucked me . . .

Eyes closed, head down, my jaws stretched wide in a roar as orgasm wracked my body. Fueled by the lust of my frantically thrusting Pet, pushing me, filling me, satisfying that deep ache within me, my body clenched, ripples of pressure overtaking me, forcing, driving, firing rope after rope through my shaft, painting the bed sheets in ribbons of hot, thick bear cum, splashing my fur and filling the air with my scent.

As wave upon wave of my orgasm resonated around my Pet's pumping cock, driving him, in turn driving me, he drew out, almost all the way out, one last time before forcing himself into me, squeezing, burrowing, boring into my passage just as I clamped down in ecstasy, pushing me with his hips, his balls, so hard I had to fight to stay on my hands and knees. With one powerful twitch of his cock, I felt him give way.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" No gag, no restraints held him back this time. His throat opened in a scream of pure orgasmic bunny bliss as his body tensed, gripping, squeezing, hauling, pushing into me, firing a stream of seed so hot and forceful I could have sworn I felt it bore through me, pumping out his frustrations, his pent up need, his long denial, filling his willing Master, pleasing me, and very, very much enjoying it.

I could feel him filling me, draining his seemingly endless reservoir of rich rabbit cum until it dribbled from my hole, droplets rolling through my fur, dampening my balls. He rode through my orgasm, feeding and resonating off of his, muscles excited and clenching against his pulsing, pumping cock.

Orgasmic haze overwhelmed my mind, and I waited an eternity with only the blissful feeling of him inside me.

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The room was quiet, lit only with morning sunshine through the window. Sherman still rested atop me, softening inside me as the overwhelming pleasure retreated to a warm glow. The room reeked of sex, of drying cum, sweat, arousal, and our own, mingling scents.

There was more to do that day, both before and after we slipped Sherman back into his cage. I think next time he won't wait as long as a month. It's as long as I'd like to keep him locked, and I can't have him expecting release on a regular schedule, like he's entitled to it. Besides, letting him out could be so much fun.

Still, I wanted to bask in this moment, this peace. He began to stir, his paws tracing blithely through my shaggy brown fur.

"Otis?" he asked dreamily. Gone was the nervousness, the uncertainty. He knew he'd done a good job. He'd pleased his Master so very, very well.

"Yes, my Pet?" I responded in the same, utterly satisfied tone.

"I love you, Master." He nuzzled into my fur, savoring scent and the warm comfort of it.

"I love you too, my beautiful bunny boy Pet, with all of my heart."