Leef
Leef is a 'pay-for-play' bunny with an addiction.
Leef - March 08, 2014 Written by Afril, Edited by Chaos Blackwing (cl) The Gay Furry Association
M/M, Oral, Anal, Caressing, Reluctant, Song reference Human/Rabbit
Leef shivered like an addict waiting for a fix, as he stood in front of the door. He hated himself for being so weak - Every time, he promised himself this would be the Last time. And yet, here he was, standing in front of the Bastard's house again. If he hadn't owed another 'escort' a favor, he would have never met the male. Never have gotten in this mess... He rang the bell, then stood, hands wrapped around his furred frame, waiting for the Gates of Hell to open and let him in again. And they always did.
It was always the same routine - 'Are you hungry?' Maybe he could eat something. Bastard human was always cooking, baking... Making the place smell so damn wonderful. It didn't matter if he ate or not, next came the looks. The soft smile as he undressed, piling his clothes on the floor in a heap.
"You don't have to..."
Sure he didn't. And a fish didn't need water... Money in hand, cock in ass. That was all he wanted. All he cared about. And if they were... 'Rough', so much the better. Slap his butt, twist his nipples, squeeze his balls, ride him like a rented mule. Cum for him - Cum In him... Then on to the next one. Until this - Bastard. The hand came up and caressed his cheek. Always his cheek first. And he shivered, erection slapping his belly. The rabbit sighed, warm lips on his as a hand slid down his side, to grip his shaft. He was going to cum. There was nothing he could do about it. Even as he cursed his weak body, the burn ran from his balls, through his rump and up his spine. He screeched, humping against the human wildly, seed splattering his belly fur.
"Godsss, " he moaned, not wanting to enjoy the feeling. Not wanting the fingers to stroke him gently, teasing still more goop from his nuts to splatter his fur with. He came up on his toes, unable to stifle the gasp as his too-sensitive tip was gently caressed. Why? he always asked himself afterwords, Why did the man's touch thrill him so. 'He' was just another male, someone to be fucked by and get money from. Not to lust after. And it was always the same - The human undressing, putting their clothes in the washer. Then down the hall to the bathroom.
Leef stood in the stall, washing his semen off. He had waggled his ass plenty of times for patrons, but this was different. The eyes devoured him entirely, not just his rear. He forced his ears to stay upright as he waited for the male to join him. Bastard didn't shove him against a wall, or bend him over or even push him down to his knees.. Oh no. The Bastard slid in behind him after he was all warm and relaxed and started sliding those damn hands... Those damn wonderful hands, all over his body. Caressing his ears, touching his nips, burning across his belly. Damn human wouldn't even spank him properly - Petting or rubbing or squeezing his cheeks in some way as to make him moan and pant and push back against them. And he had to ask - Ask, to be taken. To be fucked even gently, forget as rough as he wanted.
The first time they were together, he growled, "Will you just fuck me already?" He was tired of being teased by the nicely-shaped cock sliding between his cheeks. The hands caressing his body. Did the Bastard slap his ass? Did he growl or fuck his bunny? Of course not. He kissed Leef's neck, toying with the rabbit's nut-sack.
"When I am ready."
Shit! The rabbit arched up, rubbing his butt against the man's erection.
"Please... Put it in me."
Soft lips kissed his neck. Teeth nibbled on his ears, the man's breath panted loudly as he finally gave Leef what the rabbit wanted so badly, finally sliding that fat length of man-meat into him. And it didn't matter if he pushed back slowly, or took it all in one hard shove... The human moved with him, teasing his nipples, caressing his heaving belly, playing with his ears until he screeched and painted the wall white. And not until he was a writhing, quivering, moaning mass of fur did the human spurt long ropy jets of hot cum inside him. Every damn time!
He held onto the wall, the male held onto him, neither of them wanting the contact to end. Until the human reached around him and turned the water off. Then caressed his wet body, still warm and hard inside him. He had already cum several times, yet all the male had to do was rub his belly, pinch his ass and his dick sprang back up, ready for another round. And always, the man pulled out - 'Leave it in!' Gods, he hated himself for even thinking like that. A gentle drying, a soft combing and they walked across the hall to the bedroom, where a towel lay on the covers. Damn weak body...
Leef crawled into the bed, feeling the eyes watch his movements, not just his ass, but his entire body, and he blushed. He waited for the man to slide in beside him, unable to stop the moan from coming out as he reached back to slide that big cock back under his tail. And they lay together, the human deep in his rear, the firm hand softly caressing his erection until he spooged the damn towel up. It took longer the second time, but the male always came inside him as he held onto the shuddering butt, pushing his own rump back to get every last inch inside of him... And they lay like that, warm and content as Leef rubbed his back against the male's chest, feeling the cock inside him go semi-soft, but still big enough to make him groan.
And they slept like that - The man's cock getting hard, going soft, but always trapped between his cheeks. Then the daylight came in, with hands holding his face.
"Morning..."
Still barely awake, he was kissed. Softly at first, then deeper, making his aching dick snap back to attention, his tail wag. Then they stumbled to the bathroom, peeing, somehow making it into the shower, where Leef had to endure having the cock he so badly wanted rubbing his sodden cheeks. Sometimes he couldn't stand it any longer and dropped to his knees to suck the fat worm into his muzzle, bobbing his head, using every trick he knew to make it squirt hot seed down his throat. And did the Bastard ever grab his head? Of course not. Squeeze his shoulder, rub an ear.. But never gripping him, taking his mouth like the rabbit wanted him to. Then breakfast, and he sipped good coffee while his clothed got cleaned. He slipped them on while they were still warm from the dryer, sighing into another kiss that made his bones turn to water, accompanied by a hug he wished was lower down. Just once, couldn't the Bastard push his shorts down and squeeze his ass? Maul it, grope it... Instead he got a soft pat and a wave as he stepped out the door, vowing never to return. He would be strong. He would ignore these stupid desires.
Yet, after a week or so of being a fuck-toy for anything male that had the money, the rabbit found himself in front of the same door, dry-mouthed and shivering... How the hells did you kick being addicted to love?
The End