A murmur of approval rippled through the crowd. I glanced at the assembled men, seeing hungry eyes and hands already working cocks to full hardness. The knowledge that they were all here to watch me, to see me taken apart by this magnificent creature, sent another surge of blood to my already aching erection.
Ferguson guided me to the swing with gentle but firm pressure. "I'll need you to lie back," he instructed, his paws positioning me on the cool leather. "Arms here, and legs..."
He manipulated my body with practiced ease, securing my wrists and ankles into padded cuffs that held me in place. I had plenty of room to move and even to escape if I wanted, so I didn’t feel trapped. But the swing held me open and exposed to the entire room. I’d never been in a swing before, much less displayed my asshole to thirty men at the same time.
“Would you like a blindfold?” Ferguson asked, his girthy paw resting on my chest. “Some people find it helps them to focus on the sensations instead of the show.”
I laughed nervously. “That’s a lot of trust to give someone I just met…”
Ferguson nodded with a grin. “That’s the idea of the swing and the surrender.” He leaned close, his warm fur pressing against my body and making my cock twitch. “I promise you here and now that nobody will touch you except me. And I’ll ask permission for anything I do. You can turn me down at any timeor call it quits with a single word. All you have to say isstopand the show will be over.”
I considered his words, feeling my heart race in my chest. The idea of surrendering control was terrifying and thrilling all at once. Something about Ferguson made me feel safe despite the bizarre situation.
"Okay," I finally said. "I’ll take the blindfold."
Ferguson's paw trailed down my chest as he reached for something I couldn't see. "Good choice," he murmured. "Close your eyes."
Soft fabric settled over my eyes, blocking out the sight of the watching crowd and the intimidating swing setup. Suddenly, every other sensation became magnified. The leather beneath my back, the cool air against my exposed skin, the sound of my own rapid breathing mixing with the subtle movements of thirty men in the darkness around me.
"Perfect," Ferguson's voice rumbled from somewhere above me. "Now you can focus entirely on what I'm going to do to you."
His paws… God, they were so big, began at my shoulders, massaging the tension from muscles I didn't even realize were clenched. The combination of his size and gentleness was intoxicating. Each stroke of his massive hands sent waves of relaxation through my body, even as my cock remained painfully hard.
"You're very tense," he observed, his paws working down my arms. "When's the last time someone took care of you, baby?"
I couldn't remember. Between work and exhaustion, I'd been too focused on survival to worry about what I wanted. "It's been... a long time," I admitted.
"I thought so." His paws moved to my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples and making me gasp. "Tonight is about you. Your pleasure. Your needs."
The swing shifted slightly as he adjusted something, and I felt myself being positioned at the perfect height. One of his paws cupped my face with surprising tenderness.
"Are you ready to let me take control?" he asked.
My mouth had gone completely dry, but I managed to nod. "Yes."
"Good boy," he said again, and I felt that phrase all the way down to my toes. "Just breathe and let me work."
His paws began their journey down my body, mapping every inch of skin with methodical precision. When he reached my thighs, spreading them wider, I heard an appreciative murmur from the audience that I'd almost forgotten was there.
"Look at him," Ferguson said, and I realized he was addressing the crowd. "So responsive. So eager." His paw wrapped around my cock, giving it a slow stroke that made me arch against the leather. "Tell me, have you ever been with a monster before?"
"No," I gasped, my hips involuntarily bucking into his grip.
"Then you're in for quite an education."
The paw released my cock, leaving me aching and desperate for more contact. I heard Ferguson move around the swing, and then felt his massive presence settle between my spread legs. The leather creaked under the adjustment of weight and position.
"I'm going to taste you now," he said, his voice thick with hunger. "Every inch."
Before I could process what that meant, I felt his breath against my cock. Hot and humid, it made me tremble in anticipation. Then his tongue, impossibly wide and textured, dragged up the length of my shaft in one slow pass.
"Fuck," I gasped, my back arching off the swing. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt. His tongue wasrougher than a human’s and definitely larger, covering more surface area than any hookup I’d ever had.
He took his time, licking and teasing until I was writhing in the restraints. When his massive maw finally engulfed the head of my cock, I nearly came on the spot. The heat and wetness combined with the knowledge that thirty men were watching me get sucked off by a Werebear was almost too much to handle.
"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.
Ferguson's answering chuckle vibrated around my cock, sending shockwaves through my entire body. He took me deeper, his throat opening to accommodate my length with practiced ease. I'd never felt anything like it. The way his tongue worked against the underside of my shaft while he bobbed his massive head was driving me insane with pleasure.
