The relationship between a Daddy Bear and his Cub is a special one. It’s a relationship built on faith, trust, and lust. Daddy Bear takes care of his Cub and teaches him how to pleasure a man, taking orders as he services cock and hole. But sometimes, a Cub already knows what Daddy Bear is teaching him. He just likes to be a whore for Daddy. Like Nick Hole. He has Tom Carlton wrapped around his little finger, as it were. More accurately, Nick has his daddy whipped. But with a name like Hole, what would you expect?
It starts with a kiss. Always. Kissing opens Daddy Bear’s taste buds. It gets the blood flowing to his cock. Kissing also sets a Cub’s hole puckering. If he’s like the rare individuals I’ve rimmed, Cub gets wet, as if he were a woman and had a pussy. Only he’s all male, with cock and balls. He just happens to create a natural lubricant because his body knows what it was built for. His body knows what’s coming next. Cub knows he’s a whore and only lives for raw cock up his ass, stretching him out and filling him. But there’s nothing wrong with a bit of foreplay. It only serves to get both, Daddy Bear and Cub even more hot and bothered.
Sometimes, it doesn’t take much. Just the scent of Daddy Bear is enough to drive Cub mad with desire. But what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, isn’t it? Or should we say, what’s good for the Cub is good for the Daddy Bear? Regardless, Cub’s desire is further fueled by Daddy Bear’s scent, especially when he rubs his face in Daddy Bear’s armpit. Not unlike a dog rubbing himself all over his Master’s clothes, when you’re doing laundry. It’s an act of submission that makes a Cub feel closer to his Daddy Bear. One look in Nick’s eyes and you know he’s happier than a pig in shit when Tom returns the favor and buries his face in his Cub’s pit and licks
When Nick rubs his face in Daddy Bear’s meaty ass, it’s a lot like sniffing and licking his armpits. He’s saying, this Daddy is mine. I’m his Cub. And I would do anything to please this man. And much like dogs greet each other, the favor is always returned. Now, why can’t we be more like dogs? Wouldn’t the world be a better place if we greeted each other by thrusting our faces in each other’s asses? Okay, okay. Maybe just greet each other with a good tongue fuck, instead. How’s that? Yeah. We thought you’d like that. Goodness knows, Nick does. Because he knows what comes next. And he knows what his reward will be.