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        A Bow’s Ties
“I can’t believe I let that curly haired dick do this to me,”  Allen grumbled to himself. He felt ridiculous, strutting about on this crazy stage with his butt hanging out his not quite oversized shirt.  A huge circle of a bar surrounded the stage, but the room was relatively quiet.  The chipmunk’s tail twitched as it lifted the back of his red ‘A’ decorated shirt more. As funny as it was to wear an ‘Alvin’ themed shirt, he really should have checked how it looked without pants first.  Having his underwear hanging out in front of a bunch of people was feeling rather awkward, perhaps more so how few paid him mind.  


“Some friend, first he goes all oh, where do I get all my fun money, it’s easy, I just bang some bored moms,” the chipmunk puttering about by the dance pole with a half hearted dance.  Continuing to mutter, “then he tells me to wear this ridiculous Alvin shirt, because, you know, chipmunk, and it would be so funny.”


At least that cute fat tanuki bartending was nice enough to give me some sympathy cokes, he thought as he looked over the crowd, much as it could be called a crowd.  A couple older guys were nursing drinks, obviously looking for the girls. They kept giving enviable looks over at a little kitty gal who couldn’t have been more than six. She was sitting on an older teen weasel’s lap, the pair blatantly fondling each other under the table as they kissed and shared a meal.


Allen gave a lethargic butt wiggle as he pondered if he should just get his stuff and hoof it for another day.  He supposed he should give it a little more time, it was still pretty early in the afternoon and it was just a Monday, so not exactly peak time.  But did he really want his bulged undies hanging out for all to gawk at if it got crowded?


There was faint rumbling from the entrance. That grew ever louder, slow thumps in a lazy rhythm.  Before a huge snout poked his head around the entrance.  A gargantuan bear in dark black fur trundled down the stairs. You know, everyday things, just an entire grizzly bear on all fours coming into your club, how the hell did he even fit down those stairs?


Wait, no, wild bears don’t usually wear construction hard hats and hi-viz vests.  Even with this touch of clothing, the massive fellow still stalked along all fours and rumbling greetings in a deep baritone.  His big blue eyes peered up and Allen couldn’t help but be amused by the sight of big spectacles on the grizzled bear.  Who knew they came in monster bear size?   Allen gave a nervous smile and gave his all in wiggling his undies clad butt as a playful greeting. His heart skipped a beat even as he leaned over and hiked tail.  What happens if that monster wants a piece of him then.  Well, he did have a black bow, so he could say no if he needed.


The massive monster of a bear ever so casually walked right up to the bar before standing up and leaning back onto a seat.  The poor seat creaked under the weight of a huge bear butt as he stood up far enough to nearly reach the chipmunk’s height while he was atop the stage.  The tanuki already was putting a growler of beer down without a word as the huge grizzly took a swig.  The chipmunk couldn’t help but look over the new arrival.  Big, fat, muscular, huge round belly... and oh god, even huger balls and sheath.  Even if he showed a fair bit of grey on his ears and back, Allen couldn’t help but have some envy for his handsomeness.  This guy was obviously proud of what he packed and showed off without a care, unlike the little chipmunk boy shyly swishing his skivvies on stage.


“Well then, I don’t think I’ve seen you around, nice to meet you, but you know, it’s not polite to stare,”  The bear’s rumbling broke Allen’s distraction of watching those huge orbs sway and jostle beneath that rotund belly as the bear got comfy.  


“Oh!  Oh!  Um, hello there,”  Allen tried to not facepalm as his ears folded, geez, now he sounded like he’s starting a class presentation, not here to be a sex escort.  “Er, yes, uh, my name is Allen, it’s nice to meet you,” He continued after a big breath to steady himself.


The bear just grinned a big toothy grin, “Ah, I don’t think I’ve seen you or your name on the bow registry before, hopefully the Esclave will treat you well.  Always good to see one take some initiative on the stage.”  


That voice rumbled through Allen while that piercing gaze crawled over his small, no, tiny body.  The chipmunk felt frozen in place as his tail frizzled out, even as he knew he was safe.  Well, probably safe.  mostly safe?  Hopefully.


“Oh, I suppose I should follow my own guidance now, instead of being just as rude.  Why don’t you come down and get a little closer, my eyesight’s just not the same you know,” the bear dropped his gaze, but only after obviously giving Allen a good look over from ears to shoes.  “You can call me Barry, and I won’t bite, unless you ask nicely of course.”


The chipmunk fidgeted, but then took a big breath.  Well, there was only one way to earn that money, and hey, at worst, he won’t forget the sight of those ponderous bals, er, that huge plump chest on such a monstrous fellow.  Allen guessed he must be around nine feet tall, having to slouch to sit on the tall barstool.  It didn’t help that he watched that big head go from just under his own, to matching his height, and then towering above the young tween as he walked down the stage’s steps to the bar once more.


Ulp!  He found himself just about belly height too as the bear turned.  Trying to not stare at all that weight swaying underneath the bear’s round belly as Barry reached a big paw down to the boy.  Those murderously long claws were chipped and battered, but still easily longer than his own fingers as Allen lifted his head up, up, to smile back awkwardly.  He faltered a moment, looking over the deep callouses on that massive paw, then he gave the massive paw hand a nervous shake?   Hopefully that was what was expected.


“Ah, see, you already show initiative, too many firstday types would just gawk, and you’re not afraid to show your interest.”  The bear’s eyes drifted down, and Allen realized his erection was pushing his underwear up above the hem of his bright red shirt.  Adjusting the shirt with his free hand while the other, well, he guessed if an excavator could shake hands this is what it would feel like.  A flash of his arm torn off raced through his mind, but Barry showed an amazing gentleness in the handshake.


“Also good to show what you’re interested in as a black bow,”  The bear’s paw releasing the boy’s hand to run a claw up to the little gay pride necklace Allen was wearing.  Small colorful rainbow of rings around linked male symbols.  “You’ll get people who’ll be a lot more… let’s say, aggressive for what they’re looking for than I am.  And if they’re not your type, it can lead to awkward times and moods.”


Allen went to scoot back and step up onto the seat besides that massive grizzly, but that huge paw settled on his shoulder.  Barry peered down with a grin full of huge teeth, “Now, would you like to earn your first pay, I’ll give you some tips, and you can help take care of my tip.”


Allen’s eyes went wide even as they peered back down to the bear’s fat sheath.  Already there was the heavy black flesh of his fat flared tip poking out.  Teasing at how much more erection remained unseen.  Allen pondered, as on one hand, holy fuck this was too much bear.  On the other hand, holy fuck this is such a glorious amount of bear.  I mean, you only live once, but he did hope his wouldn’t end so young being broken upon such a glorious monster of a guy.


“I’d mention the staring suggestion, but I think it’s quite fine in this case,” Barry said while his huge paw gently nudged the chipmunk’s shoulder, giving a gentle but firm encouragement to follow him as he turned back to face the bar.


The tiny chipmunk followed the gentle guiding motion, walking closer to that huge sheath before him.  Those big thighs soon felt like walls on each side of him, as he ended up with his back to the bar stop.  Not quite under a table like his friend teased, but not that far off really. Peeking down at his little shoes on the polished stones, dwarfed by huge bare paws.


Allen peered up at those big round glasses on the bear, noticing the little scars and burns down his body and arms.  The wear and flaking of reflective material on the vest, seems the big guy must still get a lot of work done.  Barry’s smile seemed full of youthful charm though, and well, when in Rome, or at least the Esclave...


He glanced back down with his nose right at belly button height, fat belly bumping him back to the bar table’s side as the bear got himself comfy.  Allen was mostly hidden by those legs and the sheer bulk of bear before him, the rumbling Kodiak chuckling deeply, “now, I’ll put out my request and I’ll keep this one nice and simple. Just get me off however you find easiest, but do feel free to experiment.  When you do, I will have a nice hundred dollar bill to stuff into your tip jar.”


Well, guess it was time to become an escort then.  His hands felt so dainty as he reached out to fondle the bear’s balls. Feeling how soft and fluffy that fur was, amusingly shaggy sheath.  Their weight was incredible, so heated against his little fingertip pads.  The boy could really smell the bear now, such a thick scent of sweat, and frankly, more sex than he would have expected.  He wondered if this was even the first time he’d be getting off today, although there wasn’t anything untowards he could see on that lap fur.  Chalky dust and some sawdust till clinged to the top half of his belly and arms. Must be straight off work, guess this would be one way to spend your evenings after work.


Barry leaned himself back just a little, taking a big swig from that growler like it was a beer mug.  The other hand draped across Allen’s shoulders and gave little rubs with finger pads.  The tween was a little surprised by the gentleness of those touches as he watched with amazement at the sheath before him, visibly pulsing as that heavy flaccid length spilled forth.  A quiet rumble turned to speech, “now, you should have perhaps checked if a hundred was worth your time too, as far too many will short you cute newcomers.”


Allen peered up, his view of the bear’s head half blocked by ursine belly and that huge erection lazily lifting upwards.  “So, er, is this the right amount,”  he wondered out loud, I mean, a hundred bucks was a pretty good deal when you’re 11. Especially if it means being paid to go nose deep in beefy daddy crotch.  That seemed pretty good itself, it’s not often entertainment pays you.


“Actually, you’ll have to leave that up to yourself.  But I’d say it’s a good start for such a basic request.  You’ll get a feel for who pays what once you’ve been here, but just know to not short change yourself.  After all you are the one providing our well loved service keeping us well loved.”  Barry patted the boy’s head payfully, ensuring he pressed Allen’s nose right into his sheath.  Rubbing the poor chipmunk’s cheek like a small toy against his sheath and balls for a long moment while he let loose a room shaking laugh.


Allen’s breath quickened as he was rubbed against that musky fur like a cheap sex toy, but he did his best to nod. “ah, well, thank you sir,” he said as Barry relaxed his grip to return to gentler touches.  Tracing the boy's ear’s and petting his unruly hair, “well, your hundred is waiting for you, cutie.”


Oh, right!  Geez, where do I begin. This penis is nearly as big as my arm!  Well, may as well start from right where I am.  He gave the heavy base of that erection a curious kiss.  Rubbing his lips against the heated flesh to trace the subtle bulges and curves within. Feeling the powerful throb of the older adult’s heart beat as he curiously reached a paw up and traced fingers upon the erection taller than his head.  A lewdly loud rumble signalled he was on the right track, and he started planting kisses up the thick underside bulge.  


The little chipmunk had to push himself up with a foot to stand up onto the footrest of the bar seat to even get himself up high enough to reach that cocktip.  Hands reaching up to grab around the bear’s belly and hips to support himself as he pushed himself up. The bear’s paws began to pet again as Barry’s bear’s belly jiggled and gurgled against his cheek.  The older guy just casually drinking and chatting up the bartender while a little boy probably a fifth his age was sucking him off.  Well, Allen now knew what his aspirations for adulthood should be.


Both feet stepped onto the heavy ring around the seat so the little chipmunk could get his kisses further up that long thick penis.  Rubbing his cheek into the wide tip as his hands rubbed the bear’s belly curiously. The fur was rough, thick, kind of tough but not unpleasantly so.  And while the bear was rather chubby, he could feel that powerful core beneath all that fat.  Given the sheer size of arms and legs still, it was obvious that while he may be letting himself go, Barry still had plenty more to go.


His small lips reached the tip and he gave the wide glans a slow lick. An exploring little kiss right on that heavy slit and feeling that dark flesh jerk against his hands.  A rattling grunt and flex of hips nearly shook him off the footrest.  Well, that was a good spot then!  The sensation of a huge adult length jumping and flaring against his mouth made the boy’s heart race in delight.  He was gonna do it, he was gonna get this monster of a guy off, and get paid to do so!


The boy peeked up for a moment, amused at how nonchalant the bear was with a little chipmunk just casually molesting him.  Not even paying him any mind but for the occasion nudge, rub of encouragement, and guttural growls and grunts of pleasure.  Certainly not hiding this intimate moment, right in front of everyone.


Not that the others seemed to really be minding, or watching.  One had even left,  leaving the bar quiet but for those diesel motor rumblings from Barry.  Allen suspected he was making little whining moans too, he couldn’t help himself.  His little dainty erection bumping those massive balls as they swayed against his own.  So very gay!  Just as he had dreamed of.  Although his dreams were rarely this musky, slimy, or massive.  


Strong, salty, bitter fluid dribbled forth against Allen’s lips as the bear’s tip flexed and flared.  Showing that slit’s heavy girth as bear precum poured forth.  God, if this was just him dribbling, what was his climax going to be like.  As if reading his thoughts he felt a finger rub under his chin and that booming voice directed back down to him “Now cute as you are, don’t get over your head.  I’m only asking that you get me to cum, don’t hurt yourself overdoing it.  Many of those here can be rather, less than respectful, and will gladly hurt you some if it means getting their rocks off a little more.”  


Allen’s heart jumped again, realizing how he would be hardly even a toy in the bear’s powerful paws.  Barry had been very sweet so far, but it was certainly a thought he should keep his circumstances in mind.  Obviously his friend never got into trouble, so it seemed mostly safe.  But you just need one bad time to really ruin things.


He moved his gaze back down to look over that mammoth erection he was snuggled against. Certainly he couldn’t take it all even in his dreams.  And a brief image of a ‘point away from body’ warning sign flashed through his mind as he thought of those big ursine balls emptying.  The vocal bear had been guiding him through those grunts and rumbles, so hopefully he will keep playing nice when he gets closer to his, um, eruption.


His lips wrapped around that fat ursine tip to carefully press Barry’s heated erection into his little mouth.  Hands gripping the bear’s big belly tighter to support himself, but Barry seemed to not mind that.  He had to be mindful of his own buck teeth, doing his best to use his lips to protect the softer flesh he was tending to.  The rumbles above him jumping in pitch to groans and making bear hips shudder beneath him.  Allen’s tongue was gifted with a drooly gush of precum.  Certainly on the right track now as he savored that strong, salty, slimy taste filling his mouth.


Allen closed his eyes as he sank his head down tentatively, until that big tip nearly kissed the back of his throat.  Still needing to be careful about those incisors of his, wouldn’t be nice to bite the handsome bear treating him so nicely on his first day.  Eyes closed as he had nothing but thick fur and a belly button anyways to see anyways.  Pushing his nose into that thick softness as he gave a quiet murmur, unheard over the growls and moans above him.  The chipmunk certainly could get used to being like this.  Delighted by the hot twitching of adult lust upon his lips, mouth overflowing with another’s penis.  


Allen slowed his head’s lazy rise and fall while he ever carefully lifted a foot to feel for the wall behind him.  Exploring the placement of it before he took a deep breath. Would be a shame to ruin the moment by slipping.  He ever so gingerly pushed his weight to his feet against the wall. Leaning more on that huge belly to support himself.  A curious chuff above him wordlessly questioned the chipmunk’s shift in position.


Those chuffs turned to a lewd and loud grunt once the boy reached a hand down to fondle and play with the bear’s balls further below. Having to reach down like that and not push too much ursine cock down his throat he uses his other hand to support himself on a huge thigh.  Amazed at the feeling of strength under the soft plumpness.  Although he couldn’t bounce his head as quickly like this, the quiet thump of tail lashing a bar seat and squirming motions under him showed his explorations were quite appreciated by the baer.  That huge belly smothering it’s dusty, musky scent into his nose was smooshed into a dainty chipmunk nose.  Nnnf!  He wasn’t sure how long he could keep up quite this much bear in his mouth.  But he loved feeling those legs under him squirm and clench and make small thrusts up at his lips and tongue.


More pre drooled into his mouth, too much for him to swallow at this angle.  Slippery clinging ribbons of precum dribble and ooze from his lips onto the bear’s lap.  He certainly was thinking about getting messy before he came here, but Allen realized he should certainly bring another shirt next time.  He could hear a shuffle of someone sitting nearby, but well, being this far down a bear cock he didn’t really give him the opportunity to see who it was. He did hope a bit it wasn’t his friend though, it was certain he’d have all sorts of smug comments about blowing the big older bear.


The chipmunk knew he couldn’t keep this up forever, especially since he was not exactly in a safe place when ‘Old Faithful’ would finally erupt.  He heard a quiet sigh and huff as those fondles on bear balls ended and the boy slid himself up to extract his snout from being so buried in belly fluff.  A devious grin and kiss to the ursine tip messily dripped all that precum while he looked up to say, “as you said, don’t want to hurt myself now, let’s see what I can do with this thing.”


Allen carefully stepped himself back to the floor.  A strange feeling to be standing and only be ball height to another guy.  But that made this part so much easier.  Running his fluffy fat cheeks against that now messy sheath, Allen reached up to start pawing the eager flesh before him.  Stroking that grand erection with some loving worship as he rubbed his cheeks, nose, and lips in to kiss and nuzzle and even gently nibble the soft shaggy fluff of that heavy scrotum before him.. 


The bear obliged himself to lean forward and grip the bar.  Those big feet squirmed on the ground and soon started to thrust.  Huff!  God, Allen realized he would be crushed like a sparrow egg between those thighs if Barry wanted to.  He was curious who he could vaguely sense in the seat next to Barry, but his view of whoever stepped up was blocked because his nose was smooshed into the hot, musky curl of the bear’s belly underside and the fat bulge of his lap.  Nnnnf!  It was more pleasant than he thought, and he could more easily ensure he breathed more than sheath and lap fur, even if the view was nothing but grizzled grey and black fur.


So much pre was leaking down on his fingers as Allen wrapped fingers over that widely flaring tip and jerked it more roughly.  He knew he didn’t have to be dainty, there was just so much penis to stroke.  The rough, quick motions elicited more growls and thrusts.  Bumping the little boy  around and nearly bowling him over in his exuberance.  That big belly occasionally nudged the chipmunk’s shoulders and back all the way to the bar wall as the big bear leaned in more.  Allen was amazed to feel such intense throbbing against his cheek through the sheath, as those big orbs tagged themselves upwards.


Allen snuck his slim little muzzle down and rubbed at those big balls as best he could.  Nibbling even as those heavy orbs pulled snug and taut in response to his hand’s eager masturbation. Jerking that erection more roughly as it started to stiffen, pulling at his hands in return.  He could see someone's big pink rat feet now, so at least he knew it wasn’t his friend.  He was too busy using his head, arms, and hands to pleasure the massive bear he was leaning into. The low guttural growl above him jumped in volume as that rumble stopped for a moment while Barry’s massive belly tensed up.


JUMP!  The bear’s prick leaped out of Allen’s hands as the bear thrust his jerking length with the desperate shudders of orgasm.  Allen’s hands fumbled for the slimy thing as he could hear the squirts of cum and their splashing onto the bar backstop.  His fingers clambered for the tip as he stroked and pushed himself back up.  He had to get that cum all over himself, because, I mean, when else are you going to get showered in bear cum?  He could feel the slimy heat drooling down his hand and dripping along his arms and onto his shirt.  Overjoyed that the big bear was certainly not disappointing in this department.  


The two squirmed together, one from blissful ecstasy and the other from blowing his load all over the floor and into the hands of the eager child stroking him off.  The big bear leaned back after a good dozen heavy squirts of his cum, crying out,  “ah, fuck! I love you little kids, just, so eager to get my jizz all over yourself!”


Allen’s tail frizzled some as he shook, goodnes, he was a mess.  Heart pounding at having just masturbated a stranger he just met, who was twice his size and even older.  Stinking of bear cum as he just shuddered and panted to catch his breath.  It felt so good though, to bring such a huge adult to a shuddering climax.  A cheeky grin was given to the bear as he stepped himself on the footstep once more to lean up and give the bear’s tip a deep kiss.  Ah, just the right amount of cum, as a few weakly struggling flares and faint twitches dribbled and poured cum into his mouth.  It was so hot and thick straight from the tap, as that huge length slumped and flopped against him.   Pulling his lips free Allen gently hugged the half flaccid length against his chest and worked to catch his musky breath.


Barry gave the chipmunk’s ears a good ruffling with his huge paw.  “Ah, good, was hoping you’d get my tip… mmmm, heh, looks like a friend of mine is enjoying our show.”


Allen turned curiously to see the owner of those pink feet. A fat fat rat in just a flight jacket and goggles on his head was masturbating himself furiously watching the two play.  A squeaky, wheezing gasp as he bounced on his big feet and lashed his massive pink tail on the floor.  His own stubby, slimy rat dick jerked suddenly.  Squirting heavy ribbons of cum onto the confused and surprised boy’s face, that short fat dick squirting surprisingly hard.  Perhaps less so as those big pink skinned balls were pulled snug and bouncing from the rat’s thrusting motions.  His fat belly jiggling as he clutched the barseat beside himself desperately with his free hand to support himself through his orgasm all over the chipmunk’s shirt with a dazed, evil toothy grin.


“Nnnf, god, you two are so cute together, fuck Barry, you got a good one this time! Ah, yeah, I got another tip.  Watch out for us voyeurs kid, and good luck out here!”  Still catching his breath even as cackled in laughter, the big rat waddled off to further down the bar. Leaving gooey ribbons of cum as his fat dick flopped about, the rat’s massive tail lifted just high enough to keep from dragging into any of his ‘snail tail’ on his way across the bar.


Allen stared, stunned by the bottomless rat’s blatant lewdness, and well, some by the impressive amount of rat cum those big balls let loose.  Allen turned back to Barry, “well, I guess I better get this shirt off, before it gets more cum on it.  Say uh, do they have laundry service here?”  Allen peeked up to the bear’s amused grin from his friend’s blatant rudeness.  Guess this was the kind of person he was warning him about.


“Why yes, we can get your shirt cleaned up for you, for now, how about a seat on my lap, and let me get you a drink.”


The chipmunk’s eyes widened as he was guided onto that seat.  One very comfortable and warm, if rather gooey and firmly prodding his butt. He supposed he could get used to this, even if it felt so weird to sit on a half naked bear’s lap who could be your grandfather wearing just your underwear.  Watching a wad of bills end up in his tip jar sure made a good amount of that weirdness disappear, that was for sure.  Maybe he could even get some payments for his own pleasure now that he was thinking about it.  Although it felt kind of weird to ask a request like that, he’d maybe have to ask Barry a little on how far is a faux pas.


For now he sipped his drink and enjoyed the sounds of a bear’s pleasured murmurs, and a huge hand settling on his smaller erection.  Perhaps he would find out sooner than later...


A few hours later, and a bit more worse for wear but wonderfully spent, he peered over his tips.  Now he was bottomless, his soaked underwear would need to be cleaned of cum, his and others, but he at least had a shirt to wear home now.  And a fat wad of cash to count.  A veritable jackpot as he flipped through bills, hey, this one had some writing on it.


A cartoon rat with exaggerated whiskers and goggles was doodled on, exclaiming, “Hey kid, if you really want the big bucks, let me get at that cute butt!  Call me! <3 Rikard <3”  and his phone number was cheekily written below.  Well, uh, this one was more interesting.  Guess that rat was nice enough to give a tip in the end for his entertainment.


Maybe he should check with Barry first, but you know, getting a regular clientele was the first step to every successful business.  How bad could it be if he was a friend of that nice bear?