The sun was beginning to set on a small suburb in the middle of nowhere. In the west, the sky was ablaze with the dying sun, while the eastern edges of the sky were already navy blue and purple. A single white car drove up the street past the neat rows of identical houses. The bulky polar bear driving the car looked a little bit cramped, the small white vehicle barely big enough to contain his hefty frame. He wasn’t fat, not for a bear his size, anyway, but he was girthy and big boned. His body already looked cramped, crammed into the pinstriped suit that he was wearing. His starched white shirt stretched just a little at its buttons, his red tie doing its best to hold onto his wide neck. The entire suit was doing its very best to hold in his bulk, but one part of it was especially strained. The polar bear’s crotch was under an unusual amount of strain, more so than usual. It wasn’t often that Raymond drove home from work with a raging hard-on slipped down the leg of his pants, but today was one of those rare days. A sizeable lump rested against his left thigh, stretching the fabric so tightly that the bulbous head of his flesh-cannon was clearly defined against the dark cotton, the pinstriping only doing more to accentuate the size of the bear’s manhood. Raymond wanted to touch it, to squeeze the hard flesh against his leg, but he couldn’t. One paw was on the wheel, the other holding a cell phone to his ear. 
“And what would you do next, lover?” The voice of his boyfriend was saying, as the bear drove. 
“I’d pin him against his desk, rip his pants off of him. Shove my great big bear-cock up against his scrawny little fox prick and let him see who the better man is. I swear, Doug, if I had the chance I’d really show that little sleaze ball who the boss is.” Raymond growled angrily. 
“Well it sounds like he’d deserve it, Ray, after today. Did he really threaten to fire you like that, just because you were a minute late?” his boyfriend asked sympathetically. 
“Yes! He’s been riding my ass all month, it’s driving me crazy. Somebody NEEDS to put that little shit in his place. I’d love to be the one to do it. He spends so much time busting my fucking balls, I’d love to have a chance to get his stones in a vice. And I mean literally. Crushing that little bastard’s puppy-makers would be too good for him. The world doesn’t need anymore assholes like him.” Raymond panted, looking down at his crotch for a second. A glistening stain had appeared at the end of his bulge, a dribble of precum that had filtered through the expensive fabric. 
“And it would turn you on, wouldn’t it, Ray, to get his little fox-nuts in danger? I bet you’re sooooooo aroused right now thinking about castrating your boss.” his boyfriend teased, his voice taking on a lusty lilt. 
“Oh fuck yeah I am....If I could off that little fucker’s nuts, I’d probably blow my load in my pants when they came off. I’m already leaking through my suit here.” Raymond stammered, pulling into his driveway. The sun was almost set by then, darkness starting to settle over the neatly trimmed yard in front of the polar bear’s house. 
“Then maybe you should take it off, lover. Free that big bear cock! Then we’ll have a little fun talking about what you’d do to your boss if you had the chance.” his boyfriend encouraged. Raymond could hear the tone of his lover’s voice, he knew he was just as aroused. He imagined the wolf on the other end of the line, sitting on his bed, one paw inside his briefs, the other on the phone. 
“O-ok...let me get comfortable...” Raymond growled, blushing a little about what he was about to do, but the idea was too sexy to pass up. He put the phone down and reached up to his neck, pulling the tie apart slowly. He breathed deep, already feeling much more relaxed as the tight ‘collar’ was freed from his bulky neck. He let his fingers run down the front of his shirt, toying with the white buttons that ran down his front. He slowly undid them, fingers carefully popping each button as Raymond watched, his undershirt coming into view. He blushed a little harder, seeing the yellow splotch on the front of his wife-beater. He had grabbed a dirty one by accident that morning, one he had launched a load onto almost a week ago. The smell of the dried, week-old semen only affirmed Raymond’s convictions. It had been too long, too many days of having his balls busted by his boss and too few of getting to ease the tension with his boyfriend. He had been smelling the crusty stain all day, it was just fragrant enough for Raymond to smell because he knew it was there, his co-workers unable to pick up on it. But while his boss had been reaming him out, strangely it was all that Raymond could think about, the crusty yellow stain on the front of his wifebeater under his shirt. The remnant of the last time he had blown his load. Soooo long ago. 
Raymond spread the shirt wide, thrusting his chest upward as though wanting to show the stain to the world, to prove he was a man, not just his boss’s lacky. His paws shot to his crotch and he groaned loud and long as his fingers fell onto his sensitive hard-on down his leg. He squeezed it and he rubbed it, one paw fumbling with his belt and his zipper. He wasn’t about to just open up his boxers for this one, oh no. He shoved his thumbs into his waistband, lifted his big ass off of the leather seat of his car and shoved downward, taking everything, his silk boxers and his fancy slacks straight to his ankles in one go. His cock sprang upwards, slapping against his wifebeater covered belly, spattering it with precum and leaving little dark spots on the white fabric around the brownish-yellow spot on his stomach. His musk filled the car instantly, the smell of eager horny bear, sweat and male flesh coursing up Raymond’s nose. The windows began to fog all on their own, from the amount of moist heat coming from the bear’s crotch all alone. His wide black dick stared him in the face, its fat round head glistening with precum. Raymond curled his paw around it, letting his purple tongue roll out of his muzzle with glee as he started pumping his dick. He didn’t start slow, not this time. No, Raymond got straight to business with his pants around his ankles, socks and sock suspenders as bared to the world as his cock and balls. His nuts bounced up and down, the bear’s big sore stones jostling around under his dick as the horny ursine pleasured himself, wanking like an overworked teenager who had spent an evening grinding his dick against his unwilling girlfriend. 
“I-I’m back.” Raymond finally said, having switched to the bluetooth headset in his car. He leaned back as his boyfriend’s voice growled, “Got your cock in your paw?” 
“Yeah....yeah I do....Wish my boss could see it now, it’s SOOOO hard and SOOO big...” 
“He’d blush if you showed him that, wouldn’t he? I bet his entire cock isn’t as long as your knob...” 
“I’d be surprised. He’s a scrawny little fox, I’m sure his manhood would pass for a cub’s if he were to show it off. I’d love to see the look on his face if his favorite punching bag whipped out his cock and laid into him with it.” 
“He’d be shocked! Maybe that’s why he goes for your nuts all the time, lover, he’s seen your enormous bulge and wants to show you he’s in charge even though you’re SOOO much more of a man than him.” 
“Probably so. Unf I’ve needed this for awhile, Nigel. I’m SO fuckin’ horny. My dick is leaking all over the place. God, I’d love to take my big dick and beat his little balls apart with it, use my bigger manhood to just totally crush his nuts, put him in his place for good!” 
“You should! Just march right up to him tomorrow, yank down his pants and throw him over the nearest desk, take the big fuckin’ cudgel of yours and just smash his nuts up with it. Make him howl, make his shiny italian custom made shoes rocket off his feet as he feels his nuts pop. I bet he’d promote you to his position then, because he’d been too humiliated to fight back.” 
“Especially when I shove my dick up his ass and really make him my bitch....” Raymond growled lustily. He rolled his head on the headrest of the car seat, having leaned it back to stare up at the ceiling as he masturbated. It was thrilling, knowing there could be anyone nearby, but he felt secure enough to continue, even though he was sure that if anyone really looked, they’d see the fogged up windows along with probably more than just the head of his big dick poking up passed the windowsill. 
What he didn’t realize is that someone WAS watching him and knew exactly what he was doing. The figure was in the bushes beside his driveway, an odd figure dressed all in black, his face shrouded and hidden. He extended one paw toward the car and began a complicated incantation in another language softly. Under the hood, the figure smiled. 
Inside the car, Raymond was still wanking away, his chest heaving as his hips started to buck against the smooth seat. His musk was thickening, his big balls starting to knot up against his cock as he vigorously masturbated. 
“Oooh fuck...ooooh I’m gettin’ so fuckin’ close, Nigel...” he growled, his face clenching up. 
“Mmm that’s it big stud, I wanna hear you cum!” Nigel panted back, the wolf’s voice shaky and broken. He was obviously busily masturbating too. 
Raymond went quiet though, his eyes glued between his legs. Something was definitely wrong. An odd tingling sensation had swept over his dick, chasing away the impending orgasm that was building in his loins, replacing it with a stomach twisting knot of anxiety. Instinctually, Raymond knew something was happening to his dick. He couldn’t stop jacking off, but his fear grew more and more as he felt the difference in his cock. His strokes were getting shorter and shorter, and he was having to grip tighter and tighter. 
“Oh...Oh my god...Nigel! Nigel, Oh no, my dick! My dick is shrinking! It’s shrinking!” he panted, his dark eyes wide as he kept pumping away at his dwindling dick. It was shrinking, the entire big black shaft starting to pull back toward his body. It was every bit as hard as it was moments before, but it was just getting smaller and smaller, his big bear nuts too dwindling away between his legs! 
“Oh is it now? Well you shouldn’t have been talking bad about your boss! Sounds like the big bear is getting his comeuppance!” Nigel teased, thinking that Raymond had gone back to his subby demeanor was was needing the teasing to get off. “How big is it now, Raymond?” 
“Oh god...Nigel! It’s 7 inches! My big dick! It’s shrinking! Help!” Raymond stammered back. It was 7 inches, but by the time he had relayed that to his boyfriend, it passed the six inch mark and kept going. 
“Oh already? 3 inches lost off that big fat cock!? I bet your boss is getting them, Raymond, You scrawny boss? I bet his cock is growing in his pants right now, all your precious inches going straight between his legs. What do you think of that, huh? Your precious manhood powering up that little fucker’s dick!” 
“Oh please, Nigel! Fuck! Don’t say that! Ooooh god, what if you’re right?! What if it is his doing? Oh no, I’m sorry! Don’t take my cock away! Oh nigel, I can only use three fingers now! It’s so tiny!” Raymond trembled, speaking the truth. His once enormous bear dick was now a tiny nub over his shrunken 

ballsack, the bear frantically pulling at it with his thumb, and fore and middle fingers. Suddenly, the tingly feeling faded and that postponed orgasm rushed back with the force of a sledgehammer blow. Raymond’s eyes shot open wide, and his jaw dropped open wide as his roared, hips bucking up toward the ceiling, “OH GOD I”M CUMMMMMMMINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!” 
He came alright, but it wasn’t exactly pleasurable. His balls still had the same amount of cum in them they always had, except now, instead of Raymond’s big cock to pump it through, his balls had to force it through a tube the width of the eye of a needle. Raymond moaned and whimpered his cock jettisoning his load in a rapid volley of narrow strings, spattering his neck and chest with long strands of semen that felt like they were going to rip his dick apart every time his groin convulsed. It felt like it lasted hours, Raymond’s body working overtime to try and expel all of that super sticky concentrated bear jizz that had been trapped in his balls. By the time it was over, Raymond was streaked with cum, disheveled, half naked and worn out, his sweaty fur sticking up all over his body, his little shrunken cock sore and aching like his balls. Half-unconscious, Raymond heard his boyfriend panting as he finished cumming, listening to his boyfriend have an incredible orgasm on the other end of the line. “Ooh fuck Raymond...that was the best RP we’ve ever done, it sounded like your dick really was shrinking! You should be an actor, lover.” 
Raymond couldn’t answer, he was being given a vision by the figure outside his car. A vision of his boss strutting into his wife’s bedroom, dropping his pants and grinning wide. The look of surprise on her face as she stared between her man’s legs was enough to confirm Raymond’s greatest fear....