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Snuk didn’t get much sleep the night before, not when there was so much weight on top of him for the whole night. He was kept in a state of wheezing against the damp, hot fur. Its scent had already been harsh before but the massive kodiak bear sweating even more throughout the night intensified his reek to an ever greater degree. If all of that wasn’t enough for Snuk to endure, he was also tasked as being the 9 foot, over thousand pound ursine’s cock warmer throughout the night, stuck with having thick semi-hard cock stuffed into his maw and throat the whole time. Sleeping like a rock, Markus didn’t move much as he slept, snoring deeply and peacefully while Snuk was constantly enduring, only managing to get various moments of sleep just from being so used to being in this kind of position. By some miracle the green scaled 3 foot kobold was able to get some significant amount of sleep. The situation flipped and Markus was waking up; the brown furred mohawked bear gained enough awareness to realize that Snuk was currently sleeping. In order to wake him up the much bigger male made a point in grinding his large belly against Snuk, all but smothering him while also jamming his semi-hard length further into the kobold’s throat while it was further inflating to full hardness. “Mmph…” Snuk strained against the sudden stretching of his lower throat and the flesh that was gaining further length and thickness from becoming full erection past his lips. “Start licking it,” Markus said. “Grrmph..!” “I said start licking!” Markus growled, baring down with his hips to make another thrust that shoved his cock in deep again. After a hard gag from the sharp discomfort that came, Snuk was compelled to do as the bigger male said. He started to lick and properly suck on the shaft that was already spreading his maw. While running his tongue against the flesh, Snuk immediately took notice of its taste. Despite sitting his mouth for the whole night, the bear’s cock was so coated in sweat with such a potent taste, paired with the smell being so strong as well: a full force funk that filled his nose upon every inhale that he had to make. As he was lapping at the cock it was finally reaching its full mast. Before it had been over 6 inches, which was a lot to handle for the small kobold, but in its fully engorged state, the kodiak’s ursine cock was just over 11 inches and all the thicker, bulging the smaller male’s throat as it pulsed and leaked precum that Snuk had to swallow. Another pull back and sharp thrust forwards was the thing to have Snuk gagging all over again, this time taking all of the inches at once, it being backed up by the much larger male’s strength, he felt the aching of his throat getting stuffed yet again but Markus knew he could handle it and proceeded without easing up. With his body and weight still on top, he was making sure that the kobold was taking his large and musky shaft, subjecting Snuk to how strong it was without mercy. Without warning, Markus put more effort into his actions; moving his hips harder, pounding into the scaly male’s mouth without mercy, stuffing all of his inches in every time while making his fat balls slap against Snuk’s chin. Using his weight to roughly grind his inches over Snuk’s tongue was ensuring that the kobold was really tasting just how musk the bear’s loins were, having to endure the degree of bitter flavor on top of how sharp the thick musk all around him was. Throughout Markus heard the muffled groans and complaints that came from the male underneath him. “Wouldn’t be much to complain about if you actually did a good job in cleaning me up,” Markus insisted despite the fact that had been sweating heavily throughout the night. Snuk could only respond through more muffled sounds and gags from the bear, not letting up in the least, keeping his pumps firm and all of his inches going in deep. Snuk was just left to handle it all as best he could, still completely pinned underneath the massive bear and at the mercy of any motion that Markus was making. The most he could do was not just endure but also run his tongue all over the musky flesh, getting more of his potent taste smeared and imprinted onto his taste buds, a flavor that he could never fully get used to. It was becoming more intense for him as the thrusts coming from Markus was getting all the stronger with every thrust that came, the grunts from him becoming all the deeper as well, his cock throbbing and leaking all the harder within the kobolds throat, forcing Snuk to keep swallowing the greater amount of the hot, sticky fluid out. Markus had trained the kobold well into handling his cock like this, getting Snuk to give him pleasure in just the way he wanted. His bulk was tensing and his balls were starting to churn with their loads readying up to be unloaded. As it continued, coming from the bear were the rumbling growls that were becoming all the deeper as more force was being put into his actions, leaving Snuk to keep enduring it all while letting his own muffled noises from the thrusts that were ramping up, the smacks of Markus’ crotch knocking into his snout being especially rough. The only relief given was that Snuk didn’t have to wait much longer. Lasting through the next hard thrusts, it ended in time with Markus’ deep, aggressive snarl with his cock fully stuffed down past his lips, feeling it all throbbing with force before the cum was shooting out with power as well, quickly filling up the kobold’s throat and mouth in a short amount of time. Groaning from its taste and its sticky heat, Snuk had no choice but to swallow the substance as well. Markus was keeping all of his inches down, giving it all to the kobold, flooding his muzzle to the point that plenty was leaking out despite Snuk’s swallowing. He was left like that as Markus was unloading a large amount of seed, either making him drink it or the rest was oozing out and soaking onto his scales, making him smell further off the bear. Markus was making sure to milk out every bit until his climax came to an end, leaving him huffing deeply before finally sliding back and giving Snuk the chance to actually take a real breath, though it was still heavily laced with thick bear funk. “Alright. Up and down,” Markus said firmly, all but dragging the kobold out of the bed and having him lie flat on the floor, just so the huge and heavy ursine could place his wide, sweaty footpaws down onto the scaly creature’s body. Snuk was left groaning aloud from the pressure on his body while Markus was casually wiping the excess sweat by dragging across the scales, using Snuk as a living rug before stepping off and going ahead, calling for the kobold to prepare breakfast... *** “You missed a spot,” Markus rumbled, his thick finger dragging through the dust on top of the fridge before shoving it into Snuk’s face. The kobold flinched at the way it was smeared onto his face, still smelling the dense musk that clung to the bear, a mix of old sweat combined with something deeper since Markus insisted on being tongue cleaned and if he still smelled it was because the kobold “didn’t do a good enough job.” He hated what Markus made him do but he was the bear’s slave, at his mercy and he also had the ability to heal rather quickly so Markus didn’t put more care into how rough he was. Snuk’s claws clicked against the floor as he scrambled for a step stool, needing one most of the time to interact with the many things within Markus home, set up to suit the bear’s large stature rather than his own. “I-I’ll get it right now,” the kobold said, speaking quickly as the ursine loomed closely behind him, casting a dark shadow that engulfed him. Markus exhaled through his nose, a hot gust of air making the kobold’s ears flick. "Damn right you will," he muttered, as he stayed where he was. A wide paw lingered near Snuk’s head, fingers twitching like he was considering whether to press down, just to see how much the little guy could take before squeaking. Instead, he flicked the kobold’s ear with a claw. "And wipe down the counters again. They’re still greasy." Anything there was to do around the house they both lived in, Snuk was tasked with handling it. After dusting the fridge he was hunched over the counters, scrubbing them again with a rag. Meanwhile he could feel Markus’ eyes tracking his every movement, watching while he leaned against the fridge itself, his arms crossed, watching the kobold scurrying back and forth with both amusement and discernment. Eventually the bear left him alone but Snuk was still left to handle things and eventually make dinner. The mashed potatoes were a bit lumpy. Snuk hoped the bear wouldn’t notice as he was stuck underneath the table, unable to see. But he noticed the pause and then heard the sucking sound of Markus’ nostrils flaring. The kobold held his breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Markus exhaled through his nose before flicking his wrist and sending the entire portion sliding off the plate, onto the floor with a wet splat. “Clean it up,” Markus grunted, not even looking down at the kobold under the table and his chair while he went for the roast instead. Snuk scrambled while on all fours, his knees pressing to the smooth floor where the food was. He didn’t dare reach for a towel, the bear had made it clear a long time ago that in times like this he was to handle “spills” in a certain way. The kobold’s tongue darted out, lapping at the edge of the mess tentatively, getting a taste for the meal he had made. Above him, Markus shifted and his chair creaked under his weight as his foot came down, planting itself squarely down in the middle of the potatoes With his other foot, the bear was also pushing Snuk’s face into it, having his snout squishing to the floor as Markus’ toes wiggled, grinding the foot into even more of a sticky paste. “There,” the bear muttered, easing the pressure from Snuk but the kobold was then presented with the bottom of his other foot, the one that had its sole sticky with all the foodstuff. “Lick.” Being pushed further into it, Snuk’s tongue was moving on instinct despite how much he was grimacing, tracing over the rough pads of Markus’ foot, getting the mixed tastes of the food along with the sweat and grit of the bear’s underfoot. Markus continued eating as he felt Snuk was going about his assigned task. He continued to eat the rest of the meal while feeling Snuk’s tongue lapping across the length of his foot and even between his toes. Those same toes would curl, having their claws pressing to Snuk’s chin just to remind him who was in control, all while Markus was casually chewing into the roast. Every so often he would flick another portion or scrap onto the table, having it land somewhere near Snuk. “Pick that up too,” he ordered around another mouthful of meat, jabbing his other foot at the kobold’s ribs. Snuk hissed, his ears flattening as that other foot stayed close, settling itself down on top of him, applying a steady amount of weight that kept Snuk all but pinned to the floor. Markus made a point to step on any other scrap of foot, making it be licked up and fed from his sole. “That’s better,” Markus grunted. He shifted in his chair, not to give Snuk room but to stretch his other foot out further, having his heel pressed firmly right in between Snuk’s shoulderblades, being a deliberate, gradually increasing pressure that was slowly crushing while the kobold continued to feed on the food provided to him. He was managing the best he could while the bear was still casually eating... *** "You know what time it is, right?" The deep rumble of Markus' voice made Snuk perk up before his massive frame even appeared in the doorway. Snuk didn't need to look up from the floor to know the bear was smirking, he could feel the toothy grin without even looking back at Markus. Snuk's claws dug into the handle of the mop he was using to scrub the floorboards, shoulders tensing before he dared to answer. "...Cleaning time?" Markus let out a booming laugh. "Smartass today, huh?" He lumbered forward, each step making the floorboards groan under his weight. The tip of a finger nudged the mop out of Snuk's hands. "Nah. It’s cushion time." Snuk's stomach dropped. Last time Markus said that, he'd spent two hours as a living rest while the bear simply watched movies. His tail curled tight against his legs as he peered up at Markus' looming form, the way the bear's shirt stretched over his gut, the dark sweat stains under his arms, the sheer mass of him blocking out the kitchen light from where he stood. And he knew all too well that Markus was even heavier than he looked. "I-I still gotta finish mopping..." Markus' paw came down like a wrecking ball, swatting the mop onto the floorboards with a clattering noise. "Mop later," he growled, the words vibrating through Snuk's skull as the bear leaned down, his hot breath puffing onto his facial scales. A clawed finger hooked under Snuk's chin, forcing his head up until his neck ached. "Right now, you're my footrest." Markus wasn't asking, leading him away from his chore and to the living room. The bear shoved him downward, forcing the kobold into a kneeling slump against the sofa. A meaty hand clamped around the back of Snuk's neck, pressing his face into the couch's threadbare fabric. It smelled of Markus' musky scent, soaked deep into the fibers from countless hours of the bear sprawling across it before he was all but tossed onto the floor, made to get on his hands and knees… "Higher," Markus grunted a bit later, being sat fully on his couch while his legs were extended, both planted on Snuk’s back. Snuk whimpered as a thick heel dug into his shoulders, the weight of both feet, one crossed over the other, had his spine bending downwards into an unnatural arch. And the feet themselves were plenty hot, damp, reeking from the bear’s bout at the gym after dinner while Snuk had stayed home cleaning. Relaxing from events of his day, Markus sighed, the sound vibrating through Snuk's own body as he struggled to elevate the much bigger male’s feet a bit more. Markus flicked on the TV, the volume cranked high enough to drown out Snuk's shaky breaths. The kobold's claws scrabbled against the floor, him sweating as well while his muscles trembled under the crushing pressure that seemed to increase with every second. Every exhale from above pressed him flatter, Markus' toes wiggling against his spine in the same way he would test the give of a mattress. "Quit squirming," Markus muttered, absentmindedly rolling his ankle. The motion ground sent a sharp pain through Snuk that nearly caused him to lose complete balance drawing a choked gasp from him. "Damn, you're bony. At least those scales are smooth" A wet sniff, then the bear's foot lifted just enough to slide forward, smushing to the kobold’s snout with his sole. Roused up from the time at the gym, the sticky heat and potency was constantly assaulting Snuk’s senses while Markus' sweat soaked onto the scales of his nose, glazing his nostrils and lips. "Better." Shows and commercials blared. Markus chuckled at something on screen, his foot flexing lazily. Snuk's vision swam partly from lack of fresh air but mostly from his own exhaustion. Two heavily bear legs, further weighed down by a day's worth of soaked up bear sweat, were now smothering him. He tried to turn his nose away, only for Markus’ toes to curl, re-guiding and trapping his snout against the hot, damp skin. "You’re still not used to it?" Markus rumbled, digging his heel in just to hear Snuk wheeze. "That's effort. Three hours at the gym while you were taking forever just to clean the kitchen." A cruel twist of his ankle ground Snuk's face into his other foot, re-wetting his scales with fresh sweat. "Don’t pretend you don’t love it. Little freak." As if to emphasize his words, Markus made a point to shove one of his fat toes into Snuk’s mouth, digging it past the kobold’s lips and pressing down on his tongue, making sure it was tasted. Snuk had already been reeling from the smell of it but the flavor that struck him had him actually stunned for a moment by the pure biting saltiness of sweat layered on top of itself. Hearing the kobold’s groans was starting to annoy Markus as he continued to try and watch TV over the noise that he found annoying. “If it's too much for you then get to cleaning it with your tongue!” With the toes kept pressed to his tongue, there was no way for Snuk to get away from its flavor, even with it sliding back and forth, which just served to smear the tang of it further across his taste buds. With all of those attempts being in vain, Snuk took the bear’s words to heart and moved his tongue about in lapping at the toe in his mouth that was joined with another that pried his muzzle open further, working over and between them both to clean away the sweat to a limited degree. He kept at it, pushing through the flavor that was making him constantly want to grimace, especially when his tongue darted in between the heavy digits. In doing so he was quieter, much to Markus’ satisfaction, on top of having a smooth tongue massaging his toes. When the pair of toes pulled out, Snuk was almost given a sense of relief. But that was before the entire foot was smushed closely to his snout, grinding and sliding across in both directions, smearing the mixed wetness of sweat and saliva across, keeping Snuk from getting too comfortable… *** The kobold’s rubs protested when the bear’s weight sank down onto him, having his body stuck in between the massive male and the padded leather. Markus exhaled through his nose as he settled in, with Snuk’s snout stuck between his legs. Even with a pair of shorts on, the smaller male could feel the weight of Markus’ balls through the fabric, being just barely able to see over the covered bulge, the kodiak putting his bulk to use while the usual gym noises continued around them: the clanking of plates, the whirring of treadmills, and the grunts of others going through deadlifts. With Markus’ sheer size nobody noticed the kobold pinned under him. Like many times before, Snuk was at the kodiak’s mercy as Markus adjusted his position, the kodiak’s hips grinding down enough to make the Snuk groan out in pain, his voice coming out choked and very muffled. “Good little stool,” Markus rumbled, giving the kobold just a passing downward glance while continuing his own actions, repeatedly curling the thick, weighty barbells in his grasp. The kobold was subjected to the bear’s smell seeping through his clothing, having no other choice to breathe it in, doing so rather uncomfortably thanks to all of the weight already on top of him. The most that Markus did for him was to shift a bit while he was doing his reps, his set fully settled on top of the groaning scalie. “Count,” Markus said, the order coming out between clenched teeth. “T-ten,” Snuk wheezed, the number coming out of his nearly as a wheeze from all the bulk stating firmly on top of him. The shadow of the moving barbells passed over him in slow arcs, blotting out the fluorescent lights with each rep. The sweat dripping down from Markus’ muzzle was falling down onto his snout in addition to the wetness of so much more perspiration getting soaked up by the kodiak’s shorts. Markus kept at it, listening to the kobold keep count for him, feeling the much smaller body underneath his own. “You’re squirming more than usual,” he mused, pausing at the top of another rep to deliberately shift his weight again. The pressure was centered more towards Snuk’s chest, causing him to let out a strangled yelp that hardly sounded. Snuk’s breathing came out in shallow gasps, each one whistling through his teeth as Markus’ bulk crushed him deeper into the bench. The bear’s sweat-drenched clothes and fur were all but smothering him, the musk being thick enough for him to taste. He hardly had the room to squirm any further, completely pinned between the two unyielding surfaces while his scales were becoming all the damper. Above him Markus was still going about it at his usual pace, the clanking of the barbells drowning out Snuk’s whimpers. “Please…” the word barely made it out before Markus shifted again, his hips grinding down to punctuate the kobold’s plea. The bear chuckle overpowered his own weak noises while Snuk’s vision was blurring at the edges from the prolonged weight on top of him, giving him no let up. It was all so slow from his perspective; the barbells’ clinking marked the passing of time like a metronome. “Keep counting,” Markus said in an uncaring tone. “T-twenty-two…” the kobold rasped, his voice fraying thinner with each number that he still managed to count while nearly blacking out. One of the bear’s massive paws put down a barbell to scratch lazily at his sweaty stomach, the motion jostling Snuk a bit beneath him. The kobold creaked beneath him. “Keep counting, scalebag,” Markus grunted, his free paw reaching over and grabbing the barbell to start curling it again. Eventually the barbell was racked with a final, shuddering clang. But Markus didn’t move, keeping his full weight settled onto Snuk, savoring the way the kobold’s breath hitched into silence. “Leg press next,” the bear announced, as if Snuk hadn’t just gone cross-eyed beneath him. He hauled himself upright, taking a fistful of the kobold’s shirt to drag him off the bench like a discarded towel. And after that workout, Markus was clutching Snuk close to him while he exhaled, winding down from it all while within the locker room it being just him and Snuk. With the kobold in his grip, he actually picked the smaller male up and used him to rub his thick forearms, smearing the scales in another layer of sweat. “At least you’re good at this. Better than the tiny rags they have here.” Snuk gasped as Markus rolled his massive shoulders, pressing him harder to his own body, lifting one damp paw only to drag it across the kobold’s chest, slowly and deliberately, like he was observing and savoring the way that Snuk’s scales absorbed his sweat. “Yeah, I can definitely make use of you…” Markus shifted again, his weight following as he leaned forwards, grinding his thick, furred stomach against Snuk’s body, removing the kobold’s clothing, leaving him blushing and trembling out of worry of being seen by others. When his body was brought back, he was really feeling the sweat-logged fur grinding his smooth, dry scales, transferring their warmth and wetness. “Let’s get those scales nice and soaked,” Markus muttered, rubbing himself against Snuk in broad, lazy grinds of his body leading the act. The kobold had his eyes shut, trying not to breathe in the stench of pure bear post-gym musk. Even just a light whiff was overwhelming, clinging to his nostrils like a perfume that had been directly sprayed. “Time for the fun part,” Markus rumbled as he got a hold on Snuk and lifted him up, bringing the scaled male up to the thick, furred expanse beneath his other arm. The even stronger wave of musk and heat struck him first, being absolutely brutal as the wetness started to actually touch his scales. Markus went fully ahead with pressing him into that hot, sticky crevice, all but smothering him with it. Markus groaned, rolling his shoulders to ease the bit of stiffness while he was dragging Snuk’s struggling form along his underarm in slow, deliberate movements. The kobold’s scales scraped against his rougher fur, collecting a thick sheen of pit sweat. “That’s more like it,” the bear muttered, his breath being ragged as he ground Snuk even further into the area. “It’s like you’re made for this. It’s fucking perfect.” Snuk gagged, the pure scent flooding his nostrils, his hands scrabbling uselessly against Markus’ side as the bear rubbed him back and forth like he was polishing a trophy but the whole time, the smaller male was being used as living sweat rag to ease the mugginess the kodiak bear was feeling in the area. Every one of these motions left Snuk feeling slicker and heavier as his scales were taking in more sweat, glistening clearly under the gym lights. As if that wasn’t enough for him, Markus pressed the kobold’s face directly into the crook of his arm, leaving him to last through the unbearable heat and pure stench. All around his snout was fur matted and slick. Markus was holding him there, letting the kobold’s frantic breaths pull in more of his musk. “Breathe it in," the bear taunted, "Bet you love it." Snuk thrashed, his tail lashing in desperate, panicked arcs but Markus only chuckled, his grip tightening as he dragged Snuk downward, smearing him along the overly sweat-logged fur of his armpit. Snuk's vision blurred as Markus finally pulled him away from the suffocating heat of his armpit, only to dangle him over the vast, furred slope of his own backside. The kobold's stomach lurched as the bear adjusted his grip, thick fingers pressing into Snuk's ribs like he was nothing more than a crumpled-up gym towel. "Now for the real work," Markus grunted, his voice thick with amusement. The first drag was brutal. Markus hauled Snuk down the curve of his back, over the swell of his damp furred ass, and the kobold's scales scraped against the thick, sweat-slicked layers. The heat was even more intense than in the ursine’s pit, radiating through Snuk's body as Markus worked him back and forth in more purposely slow drags, literally flossing his butt and undercarriage with the kobold’s body, keeping Snuk pressed so firmly against him like he was buffing out a deep stain. Snuk's claws twitched helplessly, his tail pinned between Markus' grip and his own trembling thighs as the bear sighed in satisfaction. “Damn, you polish up nice,” Markus rumbled, his free paw coming down to pat his own flank, right where Snuk's face had just been ground into the fur. The kobold gasped as the bear flipped him around, pressing his scaled back against the same spot, rubbing him in rough circles until the sweat pooled in the crevices of his spine, letting every inch of Snuk's body collect the oily sheen that had been clinging to his own fur. Snuk gagged as his face was shoved into the crease between Markus' balls and his backside, the musk there was thicker, cloying, sticking to his snout like syrup. The bear's weight was on him again this time from the bear straddling him, having the kobold pinned between him and the hard bench. Markus proceeded to roll his hips, grinding his sweat and musk deeper into the scales of Snuk’s back. "Fuck, that's good," Markus groaned, his grip tightening as he worked Snuk against himself in lazy, indulgent almost humping motions. "I should bring you here more often."