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It was only 5 days, but it felt like months passed until Friday finally arrived. They talked every day online and over the phone, and it was agreed that Jake would cook for Don this time and the bear wanted to do something the wolf had never heard of called 'sensation play.'

"Ain't EVERY type of play sensation play," he asked when Don brought it up a couple days before.

"Um, I guess technically that's true, but this is a slightly different thing I'm planning. Don't worry, I think you'll enjoy yourself."

"As long as I'm with you, I know I will," he had answered. ************************************************************************** It was 6:30pm and Don was just getting home. He had barely stepped into the living room and deposited his wallet and keys on a side table when he heard a knock at the door. Still in his charcoal-grey suit, black leather slip-ons, and green shirt/tie with matching green socks, he opened the door to reveal the white-furred wolf clad in a black Re-Animator shirt, light blue jeans, and his black flip-flops. He was carrying his olive green messenger bag over one shoulder and a large canvas bag in the opposite hand. Jake stepped in and, after kicking off his sandals, stood on tip-toe to kiss the massive bear.

"I'm so happy to finally see you again, Papa," he said walking towards the kitchen.

"And I you, babe," Don said, looking down and watching his slender paws as he followed him into the kitchen.

"So I'm guessing you're just getting in, huh?"

"Yeah. I'm going to run upstairs and change real quick if you don't mind."

"That's fine, gives me some time to start dinner." ********************************************************* Don stood in his closet, slipping out of and hanging his suit and tie up, and threw his shirt in the dirty clothes hamper. He kept his sweaty green socks on and put on a plain white T-shirt and some black sweatpants before heading back downstairs. He reentered the kitchen to see a few thick steaks marinating in bags in the sink and the wolf placing some foil-wrapped baked potatoes in the oven.

"You need any help with anything?"

"Ummmm...nope, I don't think so. You can just sit back and take it easy."

The burly chestnut-furred bear leaned against the wall and watched Jake take the thick cuts of meat out of their bags and, after patting them dry with paper towels, slapping them onto a hot skillet. Don had never really thought about it before, but there was something oddly erotic about having another man cook for him. His thoughts were broken as something ice-cold touched the side of his neck. His eyes, which he was unaware were even closed, popped open as he let out a growl. Jake chuckled and took the beer bottle off his neck, offering it to him.

"Sorry, couldn't resist."

"You know of course you will pay for that later."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," he said, taking a swig from his own bottle as he slipped a spatula under one of the steaks and lifted a bit to check it.

"So is cooking something you enjoy doing," Don asked, taking a sip from his beer.

"I do, there's something very fulfilling about it," he answered, giving the potatoes in the oven an experimental squeeze with a pair of tongs.

"Cool. So did you just learn from experience or did someone teach you?"

Jake leaned against the counter, "I taught myself when I was a kid. Both my parents worked two jobs, so I kinda had to raise my brother and sister and part of that was making sure they were fed."

Don stepped over to the white-furred wolf and wrapped his huge arms around him.

"You just get more and more amazing every time I learn something new about you."

"Ah come on, its nothing special, just doing what I had to do."

"Still though, I have no fucking clue how to cook and I'm a full-fledged adult."

"Wait," Jake said, "if you don't know how to cook, why do you have a fully stocked kitchen?"

Don shuffled his paws embarrassed, "I sort of have a maid that cook for me a few times a week."

Jake just stared disbelieving, "Just how loaded ARE you?!"

"Well, I come from a well-to-do family and I own a business."

"Fair enough. You wanna grab a couple plates, these should be about done." ********************************************************************* They piled up on the couch, Carnival of Souls playing on the wide TV screen, and dug in to their steaks, a perfect medium-rare, and baked potatoes. Don practically inhaled his two thick pieces of meat, commenting, "Damn babe, add one more thing to the list of things I love about you."

"Oh yeah," Jake said, "and what else is on that list?"

"I think I'm going to keep that to myself for now, wouldn't want you to get a big head."

The wolf placed his hand on Don's knee and slowly slid it up his inner thigh. "Of course not."

Don closed his eyes and leaned back as Jake fondled his genitals through the thin material of his sweatpants, fingertips brushing his bulbous cockhead and a palm cupping and gently smacking his heavy balls. The bear spread his tree-trunk thighs wider to allow the wolf to fully wrap his hand around his shaft, stroking long and slow. Don's breathing started getting faster and more shallow as Jake climbed up higher on the couch to nibble the bear's small round ear. The big burly bear had to grab the wolf's hand to stop himself for cumming.

"Damn pup, let's make that 2 things to add to the list."

"Why'd you stop me then," he asked, leaning in to nuzzle his thick neck.

"I don't want to cum yet," he said, gently squeezing the wolf's smaller hand in his much larger one, "I still have plans."

"Oh you do, do you? Well, I'm ready if you are. I'd even be willing to head down to your basement if you want."

"Really?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Well what are we waiting for?" **************************************************** Don flicked the lightswitch to ON as they walked down the short flight of stairs, illuminating the multiple bondage devices in the basement. The bear ordered the wolf to strip and lay on his back on the padded bondage table, making sure to slide down far enough so that his paws hung off the end. Jake did as he was told, getting comfortable, which was easy to do with the cushioning despite it having a vinyl covering. Don eased Jake's arms up above his head and secured his wrists with nylon rope, then did the same with his ankles. The bear went over to his wall of gags/blindfolds/masks and chose a leather blindfold that consisted of two circular pads that fit right over the eyes and a snug-fitting muzzle designed to fit completely over a canine snout. Don pulled up a chair at the top of the table and placed the blindfold over Jake's eyes.

"You ready," he asked, wanting to make sure he was ok before taking away his ability to speak.

"Yep," he replied, so Don slid the mesh cage over his mouth and nose and buckled it behind his head.

"Comfortable?"

The wolf nodded, and gave a muffled Yeah.

"Good, and now I have something to add to your restraints I've been working on I think you're going to like," Don said, leaning over. Jake heard some rustling and a couple quiet grunts, then some moist warm cloth was rolled down over his snout over the muzzle and he gave a long deep moan as a certain beloved scent filled his nasal cavity.

"That's right, I've been wearing these socks for a few days straight in preparation for this," the big bear said as he rolled the second sweat-soaked sock over his lover's nose, "Breath deep, pup."

Jake squirmed lightly, his rock-hard cock leaking a river of pre-cum, as the bear's pungent foot odor filled his lungs. He gasped aloud as he felt the bear's blunt claws commence lighter-than-feather-light strokes on his arms and down into his already sweaty armpits. The wolf's nervous system didn't know what to do, the touches didn't quite tickle, but they ALMOST tickled, and it caused every inch of his flesh to break out into goosebumps. He squirmed pitifully on the table as the bear teased over his ribcage and belly, down his legs, and finally over the tops and soles of his feet. Jake almost felt drunk from the musky bear-feet smell clogging his nasal cavities, and the maddeningly light touches where pushing him to the edge of insanity when Don stopped the stroking. His nerves where so sensitized he gasped and wiggled at every puff of air.

His gasped loudly and arched his back as something freezing cold trailed down his left tricep and through his armpit. Judging by the line of wetness it left, he assumed it was an ice cube. He then felt the same thing circle inside his right armpit, then both his nipples were assaulted by the frozen lumps. He moaned loudly and erotically, which was quickly followed by a yelp as the cold was replaced with something hot and liquid-like.

Don chuckled to himself as he put the ice cubes he was using to tease the wolf's nipples back into the ice chest he had secretly brought down with them and tipped some wax from the soy candle --soy being the wax with the lowest melting temperature since he was very safety conscious-- onto the super-sensitive nubs. He took a couple more frozen cubes out and lightly traced between his ribs and down his sides with them, then zigzagged one down his belly and let it rest in his navel, touching himself through his pants watching Jake try to fling it off of himself. The bear dribbled more wax on his tight stomach while he teased his own thick cockhead with his fingertips. Don slid more ice cubes down the wolf's white-furred inner thighs and calves, then began teasing his extremely tender soles. Jake squirmed and giggled helplessly, trying desperately to rub his paws together and scrunch his toes to protect himself but it was useless, the burly bear was simply to skilled to be foiled by such things.

Don slid the sharp edges of the cubes all along the wolf soft sole: over his arches, across the balls of his feet, even between his toes. When his feet were both wet and cool all over, the big chestnut-colored bear poured hot wax all over them, causing the poor wolf to struggle furiously and try to shout through the muzzle and double layer of socks. When the wax cooled and solidified on his soles, Don scraped it off carefully with a very dull butterknife, only to add more wax back on, dragging those shouts back out of him every time.

Eventually, Don decided to really finish the wolf off and went in for the kill. He sat beside him on the side of the table, equal with his groin area with his cock, leaking like crazy, and began running one last ice cube up and down along the underside of his red-hot cock. His moans were laced with desperate whimpers as he squirmed helplessly. The bear stroked the bright red cock with the ice until it was completely slicked with a thin layer of wet, then he poured a little wax onto his cock and fuzzy balls. The poor wolf's back came completely off the table as he screamed into the muzzle. Don grabbed hold of his hips and laid part of his weight across his thighs to hold him down and added a bit more wax. He used the same dull butterknife to carefully --EXTREMELY carefully-- remove the wax from his genitals, then stood up and walked to his wall of tickle tools.

Don took two feathers, the stiffest he had, from his wall of tools and came back to stand next to the sweating, writhing, on-the-brink-of-insanity wolf. He used one to tease Jake's nipples, jumping back and forth between them, and the other stroked his tortured cock. The wolf's entire body was so sensitive from all the stroking/icing/waxing, especially the areas still being stimulated, it took only a few minutes until wave after wave of ropey jizz shot out of his member like a firehose, shooting all the way over his head.

The massive bear allowed Jake a few minutes to calm down before he stood at the foot of the table and, grabbing both big toes in one hand to hold them steady, slid his cockhead against the tender soles. The white-furred wolf shrieked with laughter into his sock muzzle as Don's cockhead explored his paws, trailing pre-cum like a slug from heel to toes and everywhere in between. He closed his eyes and pumped his cock with his free hand, pressing the head right under his toes. He let out a deep resounding growl as he unleashed a powerful orgasm, his cum coating every inch of the wolf's feet.

He began untying the poor spent wolf once he recovered from his orgasm, starting with his ankles since he was already down there. He then untied his wrists and removed the muzzle and rank socks from his snout. Jake was breathing heavily, and his eyes were closed when Don removed the blindfold. The bear pulled the chair up near his head and affectionately stroked his cheek and snout.

"You ok, pup?"

Jake nodded, then asked weakly, "Can you help me up?"

Don helped the wolf up into a sitting position on the edge of the table, his legs hanging off. The bear sat next to him and held a glass of water to his lips, rubbing his back with his spare hand. Jake drank gratefully, quickly emptying the glass of it's contents.

"You OK, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, that was so intense. Every nerve is still tingling."

"But you enjoyed it, right?"

"It was great, just maybe a little less wax next time," Jake said, leaning against the big bear.

"Heh, that can be arranged. You ready to go back upstairs?"

"Yeah, I think I need to hit the showerRRREREHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!," he screamed. He had been in the process of standing, but the moment his hyper-tenderized feet hit the concrete floor he pulled them back, laughing hysterically.

"What's the matter," the bear asked, confused.

"My feet," he said, gingerly rubbing his slender, still cum-soaked paws, "they're so sensitive right now even the cold floor tickles like crazy."

"OK...hmmm...oh, I have an idea," he said, bending over. He picked his musky socks, that were just on the wolf's snout a few minutes ago, up off the floor and slowly slid them onto Jake's paws, "There, try it now."

Jake tentatively put one foot flat on the floor, then the other, "Yeah, that works, let's go."

Don wrapped a thick, muscular arm around the wolf's waist as he was still a bit wobbly, and they walked up both flights of stairs. It was nearing midnight when they entered the big bear's spacious bedroom.

"Ok, Papa Bear," Jake said laying his head on Don's huge barrel chest and hugging him, "I need a shower, I'm still kinda waxy."

"Oh OK, just one quick thing," he said, then bodily picked the white wolf up and practically threw him onto the king sized bed on his back. He got on his knees at the foot of the bed and peeled his own green, and now cum-soaked, socks off the soft paws in front of him. He buried his nose in the wolf's toes and inhaled, savoring the scent of both his and Jake's foot musk mingling with his own salty semen. He stuck out his wide tongue and began bathing his tortured paws, ripping a stream of lustful moans from him. The wolf pulled a pillow over his face to stifle himself, only to have Don reach up and take it away.

"Ah ah ah, Daddy wants to hear him pup moan."

His tongue explored every inch the the tender soles in front of him, lapping up the sweat and dried cum happily, until they were both rock hard once more. He climbed up on top of the wolf and forced his arms up over his and licked his sensitive pits clean of accumulated sweat. Once they were completely saturated with his saliva he peeled his own moist tshirt off and positioned himself so Jake's nose was pressed into his musty armpit, his sweat dripping onto the white fur of his snout. Don reached down and lightly stroked the wolf's red cock as he licked the fragrant hollow, sucking even more sweat from the short fur there. The massive bear shifted to his other side so Jake could do the same with his left pit, giggling softly when the warm tongue ran across a ticklish spot.

When both his pits were thoroughly licked clean the bear held Jake's head in his hands and kissed him deeply, enjoying being able to taste his own underarms on the wolf's tongue. Don kicked his sweatpants off and rolled Jake over onto his belly, kissing down his muscular back to the base of his tale. He slid down further and began passionately rimming the wolf's pink, sweaty asshole. The wolf moaned deeply, pushing himself back on the thick tongue penetrating him. He moved back up and wrapped his massive arms under Jake and held him close to his broad chest, rolling them both on their sides. He lifted the wolf's top leg and held it up with his own thick thigh and entered him. Don just held the wolf in place for a few moments to let him get use to the wide 9 incher inside him, then began to thrust in and out, slowly at first then faster and faster, wrapping his sausage-like fingers around Jake's own cock and pounding in time.

The wolf's entire hip area was on fire, his prostate taking the full brunt of the bear's fucking thanks to the position they were in, his cock edging closer and closer to orgasm. The rate of Don's thrusting and cock-pumping got faster and faster, until finally they managed to cum simultaneously, both of them going rigid for a few moments before relaxing and melting into one another. Jake reached behind him and stroked Don's chubby cheek.

"Man, you are insatiable," he said, panting.

"What can I say, you bring it out in me. Still need that shower?"

"I'm thinking we both do now, Papa." *********************************************************************** They spent a long time in the shower washing each other, then crawled into bed for a bit of late-night TV watching. Don laid on his back, letting the wolf cuddle up beside him. Jake passed out almost before he laid his head in the crouch of the bear's arm. Even though the TV was on, he spent most of the time looking at the wolf's sleeping face, gently stroking his ears and affectionately running his thick fingers through his purple mohawk. Even though they'd known each other less than a month, Don really felt like he was falling for the smaller fur. He hoped against all hope maybe Jake felt the same.