"You're doing so well," he praised, his free paw stroking my thigh. "It’s almost like you were made for this."
I was lost in sensation, my world narrowed down to the stretch of his fingers and the building pressure in my groin. When he finally withdrew them, I whimpered at the emptiness.
"Ready for me?" he asked, and I could hear the restraint in his voice, the careful control he was maintaining for my benefit.
"Yes," I gasped. "God, yes. I need you inside me."
I felt the swing adjust as he positioned himself between my legs. Something much larger than his fingers pressed against my entrance, and my breath caught. Even through the condom, I could feel the heat of him, the sheer size that was about to claim me.
"Deep breath," Ferguson instructed, his paws gripping my thighs as he began to push forward.
The head of his cock breached me slowly, and I cried out at the intense stretch. It burned, but beneath the discomfort was something else, a fullness I'd never experienced, a sense ofbeing completely claimed. He held still, letting me adjust, his breathing as ragged as mine.
"How are you doing?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Don't stop," I managed. "Please don't stop."
He pushed deeper, inch by incredible inch, until I felt completely split open around his massive girth. Tears leaked from beneath the blindfold, but they weren't from pain, they were from the overwhelming intensity of finally being filled so completely.
When he was fully seated inside me, we both went still. I could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock through the thin latex, could feel my body stretched impossibly wide around him. The audience seemed to hold its collective breath.
"You feel incredible," Ferguson growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "So tight around me. You’re doing so well, baby."
Then he began to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in with careful, measured thrusts that gradually increased in tempo. Each withdrawal left me feeling empty, each return filled me with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
My entire world consisted of nothing but Ferguson and me, his massive cock claiming me, his growls of pleasure, the slap of his body against mine. The blindfold heightened every sensation, making me acutely aware of how he stretched me, how perfectly he filled me. The audience had fallen away completely. In fact, I wasn’t convinced they were even there to begin with.
"Fuck," I moaned as he hit something deep inside me that sent lightning through my veins. "Right there, please!"
Ferguson adjusted his angle, hitting that spot with every thrust now. His paws gripped my thighs tighter, spreading me wider as he increased his pace. The swing moved with us, its chains creaking rhythmically.
"You take my cock so well," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I’ve never had anyone do it as good as you."
I was beyond words, reduced to desperate moans and whimpers as he pounded into me. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, pleasure building in waves that threatened to drown me. I hadn't been touched like this in so long, maybeever. The realization that I'd been missing this, that I'd denied myself this kind of connection and pleasure, made my heart ache.
"I'm close," Ferguson warned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Do you want me to touch you? Make you cum while I'm inside you?"
"Yes," I gasped, arching into his next thrust. "Please, I need to cum!"
His massive paw wrapped around my cock, still slick with lube, and began to stroke in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming. His cock hit my prostate while his paw worked my shaft with expert precision. I felt my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure I couldn't possibly contain.
"That's it," Ferguson encouraged, his voice thick with lust. "Let go for me, baby. Let everyone see how good I make you feel."
Those words pushed me over the edge. My back arched off the swing as my orgasm tore through me, more intense than anything I'd ever experienced. I cried out Ferguson's name as I came, my cock pulsing in his grip, shooting hot streams across my chest and stomach.
Ferguson roared as my body clenched around him, his hips slamming forward one final time before he quickly withdrew. There was the tearing sound of latex as Ferguson leaned forward, his cock grinding on top of mine. With a deep roar he came, painting my stomach and chest in what felt like gallons of cum.
A wave of euphoria washed over me, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Ferguson's massive body collapsed gently on top of mine, his fur tickling my skin as our combined release mingled between us. The blindfold was soaked with my sweat, clinging to my face as I gasped for breath.
"Holy shit," I managed to whisper, my voice hoarse from crying out.
Ferguson chuckled, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. "You did beautifully," he murmured, his muzzle close to my ear. "Better than I could have imagined."
As my senses slowly returned, I became aware of applause. The audience, God, I'd almost forgotten about them, was showing their appreciation. Heat flooded my face as I remembered where I was, what I'd just done, and who had watched.
Ferguson must have felt my sudden tension. His massive paw stroked my hair soothingly. "Don't worry about them," he said, his voice for my ears only. "They're just appreciating the art we made together."
He carefully untied my wrists and ankles, massaging each spot where the restraints had been. Then, with surprising tenderness, he lifted me from the swing, cradling me against his broad chest as if I weighed nothing. The blindfold remained in place as he carried me from the room, the applause fading behind us.
