Jax was pissed off beyond belief. Slamming his dorm room door shut behind him, he stomped down the hallway, with steam all but billowing out of his pointed ears. Jax was a black and white husky. He was around 22 years old and in his third year of college. He wasn't too smart, but at the same time wasn't too dumb. He was average in intelligence having gotten a partial scholarship to the university thanks to his track and field scores. With all his running he had a slim, yet muscular build. Lean muscle covered his body, his midsection wasn't rippling with a six pack but it was flat and tight which suited him just fine. His rear was his most prominent feature though. It was high and firm, as they say, you could bounce a quarter off it.

This aspect always gave the young husky both wanted and unwanted attention. The girls loved and envied his ass while the guys often said it was an ass that any guy, gay or straight, would want to mount. He had been hit on more than once by a male who was either drunk and wanted a warm tight place to bury his bone, or who actually swung for that team and thought he did as well. This lead to quite a few harsh words from Jax since he was extremely uncomfortable with such things.

It was this fact that led to his current horrible mood. He had come back to his room after a long day of classes and lectures to find his girlfriend, a tall slender feline with cream colored fur, in his bed with his roommate. His roommate, a buff jock horse who played second line on the collage football team, was plowing into her hard and fast. When Jax had walked in he was greeted to the sight of the horses muscular ass and back thrusting and his large heavy balls swinging and slapping against his girl's ass. The two hadn't even noticed him standing there until after the horse had blown a massive load into the feline. It was then that, with the room smelling heavily of sex and cum, Jax stormed out without a word.

He had no idea where he was stomping off to, he just knew that he needed to get as far away as he could. Busting out of the dorm building he entered the freezing cold of the outside world. It was mid-winter and a heavy blanket of snow covered everything. The sun was out, even though it was almost gone beyond the horizon, casting everything into a strange orange light. Thanking the fact that he was a husky and therefore built for this kind of weather, Jax zipped up his light hoodie and began the trek to the bus stop a half mile down the road. Since he was having to pay half his school tuition he was unable to afford a car like most of the other students at the university. Thankfully all his classes where within walking or rather running distance. But if he wanted to go anywhere else he needed to take the bus.

It took him about ten minutes to reach the bus stop in the thick snow. When he arrived he didn't have to wait long before the large vehicle arrived. Climbing in he showed the driver, a heavyset goat, his bus pass and moved to the first free seat. Other than himself there were only three others riding. An elderly buck whose fur was more white now than brown, a female wolf who looked to be around 30 and was showing the clear signs of being in the late stages of pregnancy, and finally a young tiger cub whose bundled up appearance and youthful wonder at everything he was seeing told Jax that this was probably the first time he was allowed to ride the bus on his own.
The husky road the bus for almost an hour before finally pulling the cord signaling that he wanted the next stop. With the screeching of worn out brake pads, the bus came to a slow stop. Hopping off. Jax was just able to remember to thank the driver before he closed the doors with a snap. After the smoke from the exhaust cleared Jax saw that he was in an area of down town that he had never been to before. He had a moment of worry before he shook it off. He had wanted to get away and this was as good a place as any for doing just that.

Since he wasn't familiar with the area, he just picked a direction and started walking. Not many people were out and about. The sun had finally set, pitching the world into cold darkness while every other street light seemed to be broken or flickering adding a creepy horror movie atmosphere to the husky's little adventure. Jax's big bushy tail kept twitching and shaking nervously and he jumped at every breaking bottle or rustle of trash cans. After nearly having a heart attack brought on by a feral stray cat jumping onto a trash can lid and hissing at him. Jax decided to duck into the first place he found. It just so happened that the first place he found looked to be a bar of some kind.

It wasn't the best thing to look at from the outside. Run down and with more than a dozen planks of wood missing from the front deck the husky had to watch his step as he pushed the door open. That in and of itself was a difficult task. Either the door was extremely heavy, or the hinges where very rusted. Either way he had to throw his shoulder into the wood and push with all his strength. The second the door opened he was hit in the face with the hot and heavy smell of cigar smoke and alcohol. The last one wasn't a surprise, it was a bar after all, but the smoke was a shock. He didn't think that it was legal to smoke inside anymore.

The smoke was so thick it was like a fog, blinding Jax view of the interior for the most part. He could just make out a few shapes moving around but couldn't make out anything other than that. Slowly he walked around tables and chairs until he ran right into the corner of the bar. His knee banged painfully against the thick wooden counter and he let out a curse that caught the attention of the bar tender.

"Whoops sorry about that, guess it is a bit smoky in here huh?" The bartender asked in a rough but still feminine voice. "One sec honey." The bartender moved away. A moment later the sound of heavy duty fans and vents sounded out and the fog of smoke began to lift. "There we go! Much better." The voice said returning. "Was just about time to air out the place anyway."

Jax looked back up from rubbing at his sore knee. As the fog cleared he was able to make out the owner of the voice. Standing behind the counter wearing a tight plaid shirt tied up like a bra, was a beautiful female husky. Her fur was a rusty red color around the arms, face and chest but a bright white on her belly and what Jax's could see of the top of her breasts. She looked to be around 30 and had a bright smile on her face which sank just a bit when she was able to see him.

"Uh sugar..." She started. "You sure you're in the right place? Not for nothing but your not exactly the type who normally come into this dive."

Jax tilted his head at the statement. "What sort normally come here? Isn't this a bar?"

Nodding her head, she gestured with her chin at the rest of the bar. "Maybe you should have a look around now that the smoke has cleared."

Jax did just that. Turning to face the rest of the bar he saw what looked to be over a dozen burly bikers clad in leather. Even the smallest of the group was a good 100 pounds heavier than himself. They varied from just plain fat to being fat mixed with a heavy dose of muscle. Each of them had large bellies that spilled out over the waist of their pants, some drooped beyond the waistline while others were held firmly by, what Jax assumed, was powerful abdominal muscles. As of yet, none of the bikers had noticed the out-of- place husky and he quickly turned around facing the bar again his heart pounding in his chest.

"Fuck..." He whispered to himself.

The female nodded as she picked up a large glass mug and began cleaning it with a rag. "Don't be to upset kid, you're not the first to wander in here and be out of place and I'm sure you won't be the last." She sat the glass down and picked up another one. "Now I can't make you leave, seeing as how you haven't done anything wrong, but I can suggest that you find a watering hole more suited to you college kids. Things can get kind of rough here and I'd hate for that pretty face of yours to get a scratch on it."

She said the last part with a wink and sultry smile. Jax felt the inside of his ears blush red and he nodded standing up to leave. "Thank you for the warning." He said, his sour mood gone for the time being.

He began to make his way to the front door eager to get out before being spotted by the larger males. As he reached the door and gripped the handle the heavy thud of giant boots shook the floor and even sent a vibration through the door. All noise in the bar seemed to stop at once. The rhythmic pounding of someone's heavy tread continued for a few seconds before stopping just on the other side of the door. Jax gulped and could feel the eyes of everyone in the bar turned his way. If they where actually looking at him or waiting to see who came through the door, the husky couldn't say.

With far less effort then it had taken Jax to open the door, a massive bear pushed the door open and stomped into the bar. He stood a good two or three feet taller than Jax, who was a decent 5'11 himself. His arms bulged with muscles the size of Jax's head. A big barrel chest was outlined by a heavy black leather jacket. A dirty wife beater clung tightly to his large firm -looking belly, it jiggled slightly with every step or movement he made. Thick thighs covered in dark jeans with leather chaps over them where attached to massive, boot-clad feet that looked to easily be size 13 or more. Then in the middle of it all, a large bulge protruded from his crotch. The heavy smell of musk, smoke and leather emanated from the large male.

Jax slowly looked up, his head just reaching the large, powerful chest. As his eyes finally reached the bear's face he gulped heavily seeing the ursine's golden/green eyes fixed right on him. His mouth set in a frown mixed with a slight sneer. "Who the fuck are you?" He growled.

Even his voice sent vibrations through the room, or maybe that was just Jax's nerves. He felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. With his mouth hanging open and jerking up and down slightly, like a fish gasping to breathe, he watched as the bear crossed his large arms over his massive chest.

"Are you too dumb to speak boy!?" He snapped, visibly irritated. "Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my bar?"

Jax felt lightheaded, he could see spots starting to dance around his vision and he knew he was not far from passing out. A strong paw on his shoulder seemed to snap him back to reality and he gasped in a deep breath. "Now now Grant," the bartender said in a sweet voice, "the poor kid just lost his way and was asking for directions."

The bear, Grant, looked at the female husky before looking back down at Jax. "That true boy? You lost or something?"

Jax tried to speak but couldn't, so he settled on nodding his head. His heart was still pounding but with the bartender there, and lying for him, he felt a little better. Grant grunted to himself before letting his arms fall back to his sides. The large male eyed Jax up and down before grinning slightly, somehow the smile looked more frightening than the frown. A moment later, Jax found one of the bear's large, heavy arms wrapped around his shoulder and he was pulled in tight to his side. The smell of musky sweat wrapped around him and made him dizzy.

"In that case lets have a drink before getting you sorted out!" Grant rumbled, holding the husky into his side. "Grace, two tanks and make it snappy."

The bartender, who Jax now knew as Grace, looked like she wanted to complain but decided not to. Instead she went back behind the bar and began filling two big mugs full of amber liquid. Jax was forcefully lead to a table in the back of the room. He felt the eyes of everyone on him and Grant and he felt his tail curl in, embarrassment or fear? He didn't know which.

The scrapping of chairs sounded out as they passed, no one wanted to be in the large bear's way. When Jax was finally pushed into a worn wooden chair he let out a small sigh, happy at least to be off his shaky feet. Grant sat in the chair next to Jax, the wood groaning and creaking from the extreme weight. Jax expected it to shatter into splinters, but it held Grant's weight. In a jerking rush of movement, Grant pulled Jax's chair closer to his own, forcing the husky once more against the ursine's side.

"There now, all comfy eh?" Grant said with a rumbling chuckle that vibrated through Jax's body.

Again Jax couldn't find it in him to speak. He was trying to figure out how he had come to be in this situation at all. Walking in on his roommate and girlfriend, or rather ex-girlfriend now, seemed like so long ago. Grace came by and placed the drinks in front of both of them, she looked at Grant then at Jax before letting out a huff through her nose and walked off to clean off a table and collect the empty glasses.

"Drink up boy!" Grant said lifting his mug and chugging almost half of it in one gulp.

Jax tried to lift up the mug with one hand but found it was heavier than he thought so he had to use two hands to make sure it didn't wobble or spill. He took a sip and almost coughed. It was bitter and stronger than any beer he'd ever tasted before. A booming laugh from he bear made his ears fall and he placed the mug back on the table.

"Don't worry boy, you'll get use to it." He said chugging some more. "Stuff's stronger than any of that pussy shit they have at other bars."

Jax cleared his throat and wiggled in his seat, trying to get some space between himself and the musky bear. "M-my n-name is Jax." He said finally.

Grant paused, the mug almost at his mouth again. "Whats that boy?" He looked down at the husky his golden/green eyes piercing and bright. "Gotta speak up."

Jax took a deep breath and tried to speak a little clearer. "My n-name is Jax." His still shook a bit but was much stronger than before.

"Jax huh?" Grant grunted draining the rest of his mug and motioning for Grace to bring another. "Well Jax, now that you found your voice why don't you tell me how you came to this side of town? A college boy like you has no business out here on the mean streets. Anyone could just scoop you up and do what they want with ya."

Jax couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw a lustful grin on Grant's face and a knowing gleam in his eye. He tried to mumble something about being lost, but a warning growl from Grant told him that the large bear didn't believe that story and didn't like being lied to. So instead he struggled his way through explaining what had happened that day. He left out the boring stuff and stuck to just the fundamentals of the tale. His roommate and ex getting it on in his bed, him storming off and getting off of the bus downtown. Then finally ducking into the bar. After it was finished, Grant had drank almost all of his second mug and Jax had suffered through drinking just about half of his first.

The strong drink seemed to go right to the huskies head. He wasn't much of a drinker normally but even so he thought he could hold his alcohol better than he was at the moment. At some point during his talk with Grant, Grace had shut off the fans and vents again, allowing the bar to fill up with cigar and cigarette smoke once more. Even Grant pulled out a large cigar but hadn't lit it yet. He was playing with it, rolling it around in his large paws and handling it very deliberately. Jax watched it a few times but didn't seem to notice that the bear was treating it like it was something other than a cigar.

"Hmm... that's a shitty day if I ever heard one." He said finally. "I can see why ya ended up in here." Grant said draining his second glass at the same time Grace placed a third on the table.

The two sat in silence for a moment or more before Jax picked up his drink and tried to take another sip. Before he could take it away from his mouth however, he felt it start to tip back up. Looking out of the corner of his eye he saw Grant's large paw on the bottom of the glass forcing it back. The burning amber liquid forced its way into Jax's mouth and he sputtered trying to gulp it down. The bear didn't let up until every drop had been dumped into the huskies mouth or spilled down his front.

"F-fucking hell!" Jax gasped finally allowed to breath. "The-the fuck was that for!?"

Grant chuckled and placed the dog's glass on the table. He didn't answer Jax's question instead he placed the cigar in his mouth and lit it. The heavy smoke from the brown cigar wafted down around Jax's head and seemed to stay there. "Wanna know what I think?" Grant asked but didn't wait for a response from Jax before continuing. "I think the reason why your little girlfriend got with your roommate is because she wanted a real man to fuck her."

Jax needed a moment to wrap his buzzed mind around the words he had just heard. The drink that had spilled out around his muzzle still dripped slightly from his damp face fur. "Wha-what do you mean a real man?" He sputtered out. "I am a real man!"

Grant busted out laughing before taking a deep pull on his cigar and leaned in close to Jax and blew the cloud of smoke right into his face. "You think that don't ya? I've seen your type before boy, you walk around thinking that just cause you got a cock that means your a male. But that ain't true. You wouldn't even know how to use your dick I'd imagine."

The harsh words cut through Jax's fuzzy mind and he growled slightly. It wasn't intimidating to the bear. "Hey fuck you!"

Grant stopped laughing and looked down at the dog, his eyes seeming to glow in the fog of the bar. "No I don't think so little pup. You're the one who's gonna get fucked."

The bear's large paw, which up until this point had been resting on the back of Jax's chair suddenly gripped the back of his neck firmly almost painfully. Grant rumbled happily as the small pup put up a weak struggle against him. Using only a small fraction of his strength, the bear pushed the huskies head forward. There was a dull thud, soon lost in the loud chatter of the bar and Jax slumped in his chair. A lump already forming under the fur on the canine's forehead.

Easily picking up the limp body, Grant stood up and moved easily through the smoke-filled bar. A few eyes watched him carry the dog's body when he passed close enough to there tables to be seen, but nobody said anything, they knew better.

With the husky slung over his shoulder, Grant stomped up the rickety stairs in the back of the bar. They lead to a decent-sized living area above the bar. It wasn't anything fancy to be sure. The space was all one big open area that was set up into smaller sections based on the things that where there. The middle, and largest section of the room, was the living room. It had a big worn leather arm chair set in front of a 45" flatscreen TV. A small coffee table was covered in junk consisting mostly of old beer cans and crumpled packs of cigarettes, along dirty magazines and used condoms.

To the far right of the room was a toilet and shower, both looking like they needed a good scrubbing. Neither one was separated from the rest of the room, so anyone needing to use either was on full display. On the opposite side of the room was a refrigerator and sink along with a small stove and oven. Three tiny windows where spread around the dirty walls. Each one was covered over with a thick layer of grime and grit making it impossible to see out of them or in through them. A few closets, bare of doors, where placed around the place as well. Each one full of leather outfits among other things. Finally tucked in a small corner was a grimy mattress covered in stains from spilled beer, burnt cigarette holes and several large splotches from less-savory activities.

Grant stomped over to the mattress and dropped the moaning husky on top of it. He bounced slightly then laid there. He was starting to come to, but was far from able to move more than a twitch of his arm or leg and a soft grunt of moan. Grant chuckled to himself before crouching down and pulling a pocket knife out. Flipping the blade out he made quick work of cutting away the dog's clothing leaving him bare and naked as the day he was born. Dropping the rags into a pile on the floor, the bear stood up and moved over to one of the open closets.

Rummaging around inside for a moment or two he finally found what he had been looking for. Pulling out a thick leather collar and a heavy lock he moved back to Jax's side and lifted his head up. "Wha-whats going on?" The dog asked hazily to which Grant only chuckled.

Strapping the collar around the dog's neck he adjusted it so it was just tight enough to not slip off but not to tight to choke. Once it was buckled he snapped the lock into its ring at the back effectively locking the collar in place. Jax would be unable to remove it. Standing up, Grant rumbled happily down at the dog. A big smile crossing his face. "I always wanted a pet dog." He growled happily.

Stripping off his jacket, Grant began to remove all of his clothing. With each piece that was removed the smell of musk grew more and more intense in the small apartment. Finally the bear was standing in his birthday suit, this was the state of dress he preferred and stayed in at all times, unless needing to leave and go anywhere. His heavy balls hung low in there brown furred sac and above that his thick cock hung leaking pre from a heavy foreskin. Limp the shaft was a mere four inches long but looked very thick. Grant chuckled knowing that once fully erect the shaft, while not longer than six inches, would be thicker than a beer can. A true stretcher.

By this point, Jax was coming back to his senses and was rubbing at his head. "Oh fuck, what's- what's going on?" He sat up as much as he could and felt the heavy collar and lock weigh him down slightly. "What the hell?" Reaching up he felt the collar and lock his eyes still a bit unfocused. "What- what is this!?" He gasped pulling and tugging but unable to remove it.

"Aw, puppy's finally awake." Grant's rumbling voice sounded out. "That means we can have some fun now!"

Jax finally stopped pulling at the collar and focused on the rest of the room. He looked around disgusted by the state of the apartment and the things inside it. But it was when his eyes settled on the naked bear, that he almost lost his lunch. Grant looked even more intimating without clothes than he did with them on. His large firm belly protruded out before him but didn't sag down at all. His bulky body seemed twice as big than before. Looking down, Jax saw that it wasn't the bears cock that had made that massive bulge in his pants, but rather his large balls. Each one looked to be the size of an orange wrapped in brown fur.

Gulping Jax shifted on the dirty bed and for the first time noticed that he too was naked like the bear. The worst fears came to him. "What the hell is going on!? Why am i naked!?" He tried to yell but it only came out it a slightly louder husky croak. "Did-did you rape me!?"

Chuckling evilly Grant shook his head. "Oh no, don't worry about that little puppy. You haven't missed the fun yet. I wanted you to be awake for the first time." Grant said taking a few steps forward. "Then after that well," He paused and gave his belly a few scratches, "well it doesn't really matter if your awake or asleep."

The closer Grant came to Jax the further back the dog tried to scurry away from him. Until he was pressed against the wall with the bear standing inches in front of him. Jax was stuck with his back to the wall and his front pressed against the bears muscular gut. "Wha- what do you want from me?"

"Oh I think you now pup." Grant said with a smirk and a few thrusts of his hips. "I want you to be a good little puppy bitch and take care of your new master."

Jax let out a whimper and shook his head. "I'm- I'm not a puppy," He stuttered out, "and your not my master. You can't do this to me!"

Grant didn't wait for Jax to say more, faster than the dog could blink the bear sunk his large paw into his abdomen in a powerful jab. Gasping and coughing out a large amount of spit, Jax felt the wind get knocked out of his body. He tried to fall to his knees but Grant pressed his body against the dog's more firmly keeping him standing up pined to the wall.

"Now now puppy," Grant said wagging his finger in Jax's face as if he were a common house pet who had done something bad, "don't be a bad boy, or daddy will have to put you in the kennel."

Jax gasped trying to gain his breath back, it took several moments before he as able to breath normally again. His midsection hurt as did his chest from the force with which Grant was pinning him to the wall. He tried to deny the bear again only to receive another swift punch to the gut. This was followed once more by several taunting and degrading words. Grant was treating Jax like a new puppy brought home and being forced to learn the rules of his new owner. Jax whimpered and gasped a small bit of blood trickling from the side of his mouth from a split lip after a hard slap to the face.

This went on for several minutes leaving Jax bruised and sore all over. He could feel one of his eyes swelling slightly. Despite it all Grant had not done any permanent damage to the dog, everything that had happened would heal over within a day or so and leave no marks, at least not visible ones. "Now then," Grant rumbled cracking his knuckles, "what are you?"

Jax was still pinned between the bear's belly and the wall, he sniffled and whimpered. At the sound of the cracking knuckles he flinched expecting another blow. "I'm- I'm a puppy."

"Your a puppy what?" Grant asked cracking his knuckles again.

"I'm a puppy, sir." The reply came making the bear smile.

"Good boy, and who do you belong to?" Grant rumbled.

"Y-you sir, I belong to you." Jax sniffled out a tear running down his cheek

"Very good puppy," Grant grunted happily, "now what are you here for?"

Jax let out a whimper and closed his eye breathing deeply. He didn't want to say it, he knew that if he did the brute would own him. He was so close to being fully broken and this was the last step. The sound of cracking knuckles added with the increased pressure from Grant's stomach forced the words out of him.

"I'm h-here to please you master."

Finally the pressure from Grant's belly vanished and Jax fell to the floor in a heap. His breath came in ragged gasps as he was finally able to fully expand his chest and breathe properly. Grant stood over the broken male. His thick, trunk-like legs spread wide in a firm stance, hands on his hips and his gaze peering down over his large belly. His balls dangled low there musky dancing down around Jax's head. The sight and knowledge that he had easily broken the boy cause Grant's cock to twitch and swell slightly.

One of his large paws moved up to his belly and began rubbing over it. He rumbled happily as the dog stayed down by his feet. 'Just where a dog belongs.' Grant thought to himself with a smirk.

Lifting one of his large foot paws he pressed it against Jax's side. With a little force he pushed him over onto his back. He looked weak and pathetic. Once more confirming the bear's theory over why the girlfriend had shacked up with the roommate. Placing his large paw over the dog's face he pressed down slightly feeling the cold wet nose against the hot pad of his paw. He waited for a moment. "Come on boy, be a good puppy and lick master's feet. I know how much you dogs love licking feet and other things as well."

Another whimper came from Jax but slowly he opened his muzzle. He hadn't even touched his tongue to the sole but could already taste the sweat and musk that was there. Pushing his tongue out he pressed it lightly against the underside of the foot. Jax's shuttered at the fowl taste. As if he couldn't tell before, Grant didn't much care for personal hygiene. As he slowly began to lap at the salty, musky foot Jax had to wonder exactly how long it had been since the bear had washed his feet. Or was this simply from stomping around all day in the heavy boots?

After several minutes spent licking and sucking on one foot, it was removed and replaced with the other. Once both feet had been licked clean, including between the toes where the dog had found more than one lump of toe jam. Grant stepped away from Jax much to the dog's relief. The bear moved over to the large armchair and flopped his large ass into it. He whistled as he would calling over a dog, which he was. Jax started to stand to come over but he quickly found an ashtray flying at his head. He was just able to duck back down before the glass tray smashed against the wall behind him.

"Dogs don't fucking stand on two legs do they!?" Grant snapped his golden/green eyes ablaze once more. Jax was about to reply until the bear snapped again. "And they don't talk either!"

Snapping his mouth shut, Jax sunk down to all fours and began crawling over to the bear. Nodding his head in approval Grant spread his legs as far as the chair would allow. Snapping his fingers twice, he pointed to the spot between his legs. Obediently, Jax moved to the spot. He didn't know what else to do, so he sat.

"What a good boy." Grant said with a smile reaching down to scratch behind Jax's pointed ear. "Don't worry boy, after a few days you'll learn. Daddy doesn't want to be mean or punish you but if you don't listen and behave, he'll have no choice." This was said in that sweet, nauseating voice that all pet owners spoke to their pets in. "Now be a good puppy and treat daddy's balls like you treated his feet. I know how much puppies like you love licking sweaty, musky things and my balls are just up your alley."

The bear said leaning back in the chair, his eyes fixed on the husky between his legs. Knowing better than to fight against it, Jax leaned forward and tried not to gag or throw up from the pungent musk wafting from Grant's crotch. The balls where large and swollen looking. The dick above them was in a mild aroused state and leaking a small bit of pre onto the fleshy sac bellow it. Jax didn't want to think of how big that thing could get or where the bear was planning on sticking it.

Gulping heavily, Jax began his task. The first few licks of musty balls made him dry heave and almost vomited. It was only the threat of more harm and punishment that made him press on. The more he licked and sucked on the balls the more the bear moaned and groaned. This also led to more and more pre leaking from the cocks foreskin which dripped down onto the balls which Jax then had to lick or slurp up. After a while, the dog's tongue had licked up every drop of sweat and every hint of musk the balls had to offer.

He was constantly catching whiffs of an even muskier scent coming from further under the bear's balls and he knew that he was smelling the sweat-soaked taint and ass. He prayed to what ever powers there were that Grant wouldn't make him lick down there as well. Finally after almost a half hour Grant grabbed Jax's head fur and pulled him away from his balls.

"My my my," He said with a huge grin on his face, "puppy sure did love that didn't he? Look how clean you made daddy's balls."

A strange sort of pride fluttered inside Jax at the praise. He quickly shook this off thinking himself crazy for feeling that way even for a moment. He stayed sitting between Grant's legs like the obedient dog he was suppose to be. The bear's large paw shifted to scratch behind his ear again.

"Lets give you something else to lick and suck on yeah?" He asked, not like there was a real choice in the matter. Gripping his semi-hard, leaking cock Grant presented it to Jax with a smirk. "Come on, like a good boy. Come get your treat." He teased. "Do a good enough job and daddy will give you a big creamy treat!"

The arrogance and condescending tone the bear used only drilled deeper into Jax's mind. There was very little hesitation this time. Leaning forward, the dog began to lap at the cock. Muskier than the balls or feet were, the penis had the added salty taste thanks to the pre that was leaking from the foreskin. Jax reflexively tried to bring his hands up to wrap around the cock but they where slapped away painfully.

"Puppies can't use their paws can they?" Grant asked in that mocking tone once more. "No they can't, but not to worry. Daddy will get you something to help with that later on."

Jax whimpered not liking the sound of that. Placing his hands on the bear's thighs instead, a more suitable place judging by the nod he gave, Jax pushed his head forward accepting more of the stubby cock into his muzzle. It had begun to grow in his mouth which at first scared the husky. He feared it would grow so large length wise that it would choke him. He was spared this when he found that at its full length the bear's cock only just reached the back of his throat. His moment of reprieve was short lived however as he forgot that dicks don't only grow length wise but also in thickness. Before he could do anything he felt like he had a full can of pop shoved in his mouth. The vast thickness stretched his jaw and lips to the most painful they had ever been before. Tears began to slide down into his face fur and he gurgled and whimpered.

"Quite a mouthful ain't it boy?" Grant asked moaning low. "See you were born for sucking cock, you never could of satisfied a woman. But it's okay, you're more than good at satisfying a man's needs." The bear reached a hand up and began stroking his nipples while thrusting his hips lightly causing his thick cock to glide in and out of Jax's muzzle. "Mmm, such a good puppy for sure. It's a good thing I picked you up and not one of the other boys downstairs. They wouldn't be as nice to you as I am."

Jax didn't reply, he couldn't. All he could do was focused on the large bear meat in his mouth and the slimy pre running down his throat. He wished he was anywhere else than where he was. He'd even take being back in his bed room walking in on his ex and roommate banging. For a moment he could imagine that was exactly where he was, the illusion didn't last however as two heavy paws came crashing down on his head and shoved as much of that impossibly thick cock into his mouth as possible. A low growl filled the room followed by a very loud bear roar.

Jax felt the underside of the cock pulse against his tongue. His body shook and jerked as he tried to pull away. But the strong paws on his head kept him firmly in place. The cock was so far in his mouth that when the head began shooting the heavy ropes of hot bear cum he couldn't taste it. He could feel the powerful force of each shot as it hit the back of his throat. Having absolutely no choice at all Jax felt the seed glide straight down his throat.

It seemed to be never ending. Just on and on it went, shot after shot of hot cum filling his stomach up until he felt ready to burst. Finally after what seemed an hour or more (though what was in reality a few moments), Grant pulled his cock back slightly. This allowed the last few shots of cum to actually land on Jax's tongue. The taste was terrible, it was bitter and very salty. It had the faint taste of nicotine to it along with the bitter taste of beer and ale.

The cock was finally, slowly, pulled from his mouth and before he could spit out the last few shots of cum that had collected on his tongue. A mighty paw clamped down around his muzzle sealing it shut. Looking up with pleading eyes, Jax met Grant's hard cold ones. He didn't have to be told, words weren't needed. That look said it all.

"Swallow every drop or you'll regret it." It said.

Whimpering, Jax gulped heavily several times making sure his mouth was completely empty of bear spunk. A large grin spread over Grant's gruff face and he sat back in his chair letting the dog's muzzle go.

"Good puppy." Grant said with a smirk. "Hope you liked the taste, cause you'll be getting that with every meal you have from now on."

Jax lowered his gaze and cried softly to himself, he had hoped that once the bear had blown his load that he would be let go. But judging by those last words he didn't think he'd ever be let go. He was trapped here. No one knew he was here, at least no one that would help he was sure. Just when he thought that maybe he could run away while the bear slept or something he felt something click onto the collar, this time at the front of it. Looking down he saw a thick chain connected to a large ring on the collar with another heavy lock. Following the chain up he watched Grant loop the other end around his write before locking it as well.

The chain, or rather leash now, was heavy duty. Nothing could break it, and to make it worse it wasn't even long enough to for Jax to use it to strangle the bear with in his sleep. His eyes locked with the bear's. No. With his master's eyes and again words didn't need to be spoken.

"You're mine bitch, and there's nothing you can do to change it."

Jax whimpered and lowered his head. He heard his master laugh to himself before pulling the lever on the side of the chair making the kick stand shoot out. Grabbing the remote, the bear clicked on the T.V. and settled back to watch. One large paw laid over the arm rest and was placed on top of Jax's head. The thick stubby claws parted through the thick husky fur and scratched lazily.

While the dog continued to cry to himself the master smiled broadly. He'd always wanted a pet, and now he had one