Playing to Lose
The following story is about a submissive ferret who loves rimming, and what happens to him when he makes a foolish bet against a group of guys who enjoy it even more than he does. It contains rimming, size difference, farting, scent abuse, and implied slavery, so if those things disturb you, you might want to give it a pass. It was done as a trade for an artist who isn't on SoFurry, but hopefully some of you will enjoy it as well.
As always, I appreciate any feedback or comments.
Braden smirked up at the heavyset trucker, the bear's sagging beer gut and heavy, muscular arms casting a shadow over the short and slender mustelid. The floor around them was crowded with a whole assortment of grinning guys... truckers in denim and flannel rubbing shoulders with leather-clad bikers and dressed down factory workers and labourers. It was the kind of place that was gloomy even at noon, where the reek of sweat and booze and smoke had long ago worn into the stained walls and floor.
And yet there were some things that made it stand out, and made the young ferret seem less out of place. More than a few of the guys were partially undressed, and the scent of cum was almost as strong as the smell of alcohol. The faded posters on the walls, instead of the usual voluptuous vixens and lionesses, were of musclebound wolves and lions in chains and leather. Then there were the other guys, the ones in collars and hoods, some of them regulars with a more submissive nature, some of them the property of the guys crowding around the ferret now.
As the ferret's dark tipped tail flicked around, Braden clung onto his outward calm. Inside, his heart was racing, especially when the trucker dropped down his pants. The guy's musk was strong enough to tickle the mustelid's nose from a full arm's length away, what was it going to smell like up close? As if reading his mind, the bear grunted and reached down to pat the ferret's head with a hand that could have easily closed around his face.
"Right, rules 'r simple, this punk says he's gonna lick my ass, and I mean deep-tongue-clean-out-my-asshole kinda lickin, for ten minutes without a break. If he does I'm gonna give him a hundred outa my wallet. If he tries to stop or slow down before time's up, I get ta own him for a month. Clear?"
"Yes Sir!" The Braden replied, his voice only slightly shaky. At his agreement the crowded men burst into cheers and whistles, a couple of them leaning forward to slap him on the back or run their hands through his short fur while the bear turned around and stepped back toward him.
"I'll start the clock when you give us a thumbs-up," a scarred wolf growled, gesturing with his watch to the assembled guys. Nodding, the ferret shuffled forward, thankful for the stained cushion under his knees. The bear's ass was worth admiring from any distance, the huge thighs soft under his fingers as Braden edged closer and gently pulled the massive cheeks apart. With such thick fur, the ferret had half expected that he'd have to search for the guy's hole, but the big, puckered sphincter was right in front of his nose, dark skin making a little ring between it and the sweaty hair. The smell... the smell made Braden's head swim, mostly sweat thankfully, but his eyes were already a little bit wet as his muzzle squeezed between the thick cheeks. The shaggy fur and soft flesh cut off sight and squished around his face, leaving him in the dark with the stink and sweat and making his cock tingle.
Later, he thought about his own erection, and pressed his tongue up against the bear's hole with a thrill of eagerness. The taste was intoxicating, and thankfully not as bad as he'd expected. Taking a deep breath, Braden held up his thumb and grunted as the bear settled what felt like half of his weight on his face, crushing him down and forcing him to grab the guy's hips to brace himself.Hurry, he thought, and swept his tongue over the bear's hole, letting his drool lubricate the tight ring and tracing the outline a couple times. It opened easily for him, and the musky taste became almost overwhelming. Fuck yes... he thought, moaning and forcing his tongue in deeper into the hot, slick hole.
"Boy's a natural," the bear huffed as Braden pulled his tongue free and dooked, licking as far up the trucker's crack as he could, making sure not to wait for too long before pushing his tongue back inside the now slippery hole. The praise was probably meant to humiliate him, but Braden couldn't help feeling a tinge of pride. He couldn't smell or see the other guys now, but he could hear some of their comments about his enthusiasm, and when he let himself moan the whistles made his tail twitch.
"Almost seems a shame that you're gonna cheat don't it?" Someone asked, and Braden's tongue stopped.
"Heh, yeah..." the bear chuckled, and then Braden's mouth and nose were assaulted as the trucker let out a fart loud enough to muffle the cheers and laughter. Eyes watering, Braden choked back a gag and grimaced at the rancid smell... and kept on licking. If I stop I'm his slave, he reminded himself, but that didn't make it much easier to keep on sucking and probing with his tongue when all he could taste was the sulphurous stench. Huffing, he tried breathing through his mouth, but with his mouth squished up against the bear's asshole it didn't seem to help much. Worse, the bear didn't take long to figure out what he was doing.
"Yeah, breathe with your mouth bitch. Savour those nice gifts I'm sending you," the bear's deep voice thundered, and as Braden whined and cautiously inhaled the bear's ass quivered with another explosive fart, filling his muzzle with hot, disgusting gas and making his eyes bulge. For a horrible moment the stench actually dazed him, and he couldn't breathe or even think, but then someone's hand rammed against the back of his head, smothering his nose against the bear's flesh to keep him from inhaling through his nostrils.
"Swallow it and keep licking or you're mine," the bear warned, and flushed with horrified arousal, Braden obeyed him, swallowing down the stinking gas and sweeping his tongue further into the increasingly dirty-tasting hole. He barely had time to exhale before the bear was farting again, this time a long, quiet hiss that nearly suffocated him as it filled the ferret's lungs... but by now the shock of the bear's flatulence was fading, and he could actually feel the trucker's body tense as Braden carefully breathed in the next fart, reaching down with a free hand to grip his twitching cock as the overpowering smell filled him... masculine and degrading all at once.
"Fuck man, I think he likes it even better now," an impressed sounding voice muttered.
"I know I don't, phew, kid's gonna need a bath tonight,"
"What happens if he actually makes it ten minutes?"
I get paid, Braden thought happily, and then wrapped his arms around the bear's massive body and stopped licking long enough to sniff the next noxious wave of gas. If the trucker realized the farts weren't going to stop his rimming, it didn't seem to be keeping him from letting them out. Licking and whimpering, Braden was so focused on the bear's hole that it took him a second to realize the watchers hadn't stopped talking.
"When he's done my ass is next, we'll see if he likes wolf farts as much as bear," someone shouted.
"Yeah but two asses means he should get another prize if he actually takes it,"
"Fine, he can have fifty bucks from me too, but if he loses I get him for two months instead of one," the unseen wolf agreed, and by the sound of things the rest of the spectators approved.
"Ha! Boy is still going," said an accented voice with a feline purr. "After he eats wolf's ass, I get to smother him with mine. And will be four month when I win,"
"I'll 'ave a seat on 'em if it's still breathing when yer done. Should it be eight if 'e gives up at me, or a whole year?"
"A year, and the winner keeps the money from the first guys" the bear rumbled. He was sweating almost as much as Braden now, and the musky cheeks pressing around the ferret's face clenched as he spoke, letting out another loud, wet-sounding fart. By now the mustelid was starting to feel like his stomach was bloated with all the flatulence he'd had to swallow, and disbelief at what he was hearing was starting to overwhelm his arousal. "If I have to let all of you try than I get 'nother go too. Twenty minutes, not ten, and he'll be my slave as long as I fucking decide when he gives up." The hand smothering Braden against the bear's backside lifted away, and the thick fingers scratched his ears. "How does that sound stinky?"
Flushed and wondering what he'd gotten himself into, Braden held up a slightly quivering fist, thumb extended upright, and once again the room exploded into howls and cheers.
"Shit, I forgot to start the timer," a voice said amid the applause, and as Braden's ears drooped the bear only laughed and let out another torrent of stench.
"Doesn't matter, he's in over his head one way or another, all that's left is findin out how long it takes ta break him, and who gets to own whatever's left..."
....
Braden's eyes flickered open as the ferret shuddered and jerked into wakefulness, confusion and fear flooding into him as he tried to stand and felt something soft and heavy squeeze against his neck, and something tight and firm tugging at his wrists and ankles. All he could see was thick, squishy looking leather around him, but as he twisted his head and looked up he found himself staring at a big screen TV, where a muted porn flick was playing blurrily. The scent of smoke and leather and bear only added to his confusion. This couldn't be the bar, but that had to mean...
With growing panic, the ferret tried to shift around or even turn his head, but his wrists, ankles and hips had all been cuffed with padded leather, and locked to bolts on the floor by chains so short that he could barely even turn his ankles, let alone lift them. Heavy leather mitts covered his hands, and something thick and firm had been wedged into his aching rear, rubbing inside of him and making him quiver when he tried to move. Then he remembered the wager, and his face flushed with humiliation.
The bear must have kept him licking for at least half an hour, but he hadn't been the worst. At least his ass had been pretty clean to start with, unlike the biker wolf that followed him, who had pulled down stained leather to reveal matted fur that still reeked of at least three guys' cum. Braden had cleaned him anyway, and then there had been the tiger, who had insisted on taping over Braden's nose to keep him from breathing through it, and a huge bull with even bigger cheeks than the bear. The bull had been by far the worst, his farts hadn't been quite as bad, but his ass had been so loose that they'd eventually realized his whole muzzle could slide into it. He didn't know when he'd passed out, the four guys had kept on switching him from one to the other, only stopping to splash his face with lube or to make him drink whenever his tongue got dry. It had been water at first, but eventually they'd started flavoring it for him...
"Look whose awake," a familiar voice rumbled, and Braden struggled against the leather around his neck and looked up at the thick belly and shaggy fur of the bear. "Hope the stool feels comfy, cause getting those screws out would take a hell of a lot of work."
"Stool?" Braden asked, flattening his ears. "I thought that... did I..."
"Well, Moyo woulda liked to take ya home, but passing out ain't the same as trying to stop. Not quite anyway." Braden's arms and legs pulled against the restraints, only to freeze when a sudden, sharp vibration of the dildo inside of him made his whole body flush with warmth.
"Ooohhh..." he groaned... He was in the stool, that was what the bear had meant. The leather was some sort of bowel-like cushion, and he was chained to the floor, and that meant...
"We got ta thinkin, hey, you're pretty good at kissin ass. Why not let everyone have a turn. A year here, a year with Pat, another with Boris... Wanna guess how many years ya owe us before we let whatever's left crawl away?" the vibrations were getting stronger now, and as the ferret's erection grew he started to twist and strain. He couldn't get away from the toy, couldn't even lift his butt off the floor, and the constant, thrumming buzz was making his muscles clench and his ass squeeze reflexively. It felt amazing and unbearable all at once, but it wasn't enough to keep him from seeing the bear turn around, and to see the familiar ass looming over him.
"Hope ya like yer new job kid," the bear grunted as the heavy, awfully familiar weight squeezed over the ferret's face. The bear didn't even wait to fart, the noxious gas was blasting the ferret's nose even before the sides of the stool squelched firmly around his cheeks with a squeaking sound. Moaning as his eyes began to water, Braden realized that the tiny pocket of stinking air around his face had no way of getting replenished, and his struggling started to get desperate.
"Easy there boy, that dildo has 10 settings, and I'll keep on turnin it up till you get your slut tongue to work," the bear's muffled voice grunted. Whining and squirming, his cock already hard and dripping, the ferret obeyed his new owner, licking the sweaty, rancid ring of flesh and sobbing as another fart washed over his face. It smelt and taste awful, but Braden inhaled anyway, filling his lungs with the disgusting flatulence and feeling, like a deliberate reward, a trickle of cool air under his chin. It didn't last long, and Braden hardly needed the bear's gloating to realize what it would take to keep breathing.
"Don't worry 'bout rushing this time kid," the bear growled as Braden's tongue slid deep into his ass. "You got a whole year ta learn to love this life..."