Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2017 21:39:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Lucien Ferre Subject: Poppa Wolf and Cub: Breakfast Breakfast cub: We are spending a lazy Saturday. I brought breakfast to Poppa Wolf in bed the way he likes it. Bacon, Eggs, Hash Browns, English Muffins, and Coffee, a carafe with vanilla flavored creamer, and of course me naked and in cuffs. I woke him with kisses. He sat up right, I smiled at him, he raised his eyebrows. I place the tray over his hips, putting the napkin across his naked chest. He reached out and caresses my bare ass and hips. Poppa had his breakfast; now it was time to get mine. As he started to eat I walked to the foot of the bed and crawled under the covers till I found his half hard cock. And I gobbled him up like I was a staving man and this was my only source of sustenance. I heard him moaning between bites, I hear encouragements from him. Things like "OOHH cub you out did yourself today with breakfast" or "OOHH just play with the tip with your tongue" or just the groan and sigh of contentment that escaped his lips meant the world to me. My Poppa kept eating and I kept him hard. Not only did I know my place, I wanted my place right where I am now. I'm not sure how long I was under those covers bathed in my Poppa Wolfs sent. Whenever I was like this, close enough so I can be surrounded by his sent, his presence my mind went places – to a euphoric state that I could not explain. I felt the tray move from over Poppa's hips. The covers rustled some and I got a breath of fresh air, right before I felt Poppa's finger grab my hair and pulled my head and forcing my body to follow up his body. He forced me to turn my head to look into his eyes. His eye's twinkled mischievously, and a grin on his face that I knew Lucifer would envy its darkness. "You thought you'd have cum for breakfast didn't you cub?" his voice rumbled through his chest and into mine. My eyes left his, "Damn!!!" I thought to myself, "I had disappointed my Poppa". I couldn't look him the eyes and just nodded my head yes. "So, you made me a delicious large breakfast and never thought to eat before you came in." Again, I couldn't look at him and nodded my assent. He sighed a deep worried sigh, making me feel even worse. His voice rumbled deep in my chest as he said "How many times do I have to tell you the Needs of the cub-", I broke in " -out way the desires of the Daddy" He shook his head. "Well then I need to do something about that before we go any further." My heart sunk, I was looking forward to pleasing my Poppa; but now I had forced him to take care of me. He reached up above his head and brought down two dog bone clips and a blindfold. The look of my face must have amused him because he laughed heartily, confusion deepened. He clipped the cuffs that were locked onto me together. I started wearing them when I started living in Poppa's home; took my co-workers more than halve a year to get used to them. Right wrist to left ankle, left wrist to right ankle, all behind my back, then the blindfold. I was at his mercy; which was a normal state for me whether I was bound or not. I then felt him pick up the tray and place it across his thighs, then positioned me so that I was supported by his body, my head on his chest. I wiggled and settled in, I knew Poppa wanted me comfortable – he always said before starting after I was tied down "Comfortable" and I always was he would answer "Good, because when I want you uncomfortable I will make you uncomfortable." "Good cub" I heard his voice say and vanilla, coffee and Poppa scent wafted over me. I couldn't help myself I threw a leg over his and started to press myself and rub myself against his skin. The two loud slaps registered before the sharp intense pain reached my brain and I stopped humping Poppa's leg. His voice rumbled through his chest into my head "NO! If you had done things right the first time I would not need to do this", There was something in his voice – there was the Stern Harsh voice he used when correcting me, but there was something mischievous there and for a moment I was scared. Poppa always made things intense when he had that tone. "Open" the command came. I opened my mouth. I felt his finger enter my mouth, then I tasted the eggs I had cooked him, cold but good – finally through my want and need to please my Poppa I realized I was ravenous. Poppa Wolf: I finished my breakfast, but all through it and the enjoyment of my cub playing between my legs I heard his stomach growling. He hadn't eaten. My anger grew, I had to correct this, but correct this my way! O.K. he was admonished some when he finished my sentence about "a cub's needs come before a Poppa Wolf's desires". But he had to learn to take care of himself as well so he could take care of me. He gobbled the bit of eggs from my finger and his demeanor changed, I knew he was ravenous. I place a bit of bacon in his mouth and he duly ate. I continued to feed him with my finger, making sure I would clean off each finger by letting his suck on each like he did my cock, he was hard the entire time. I watched in in wonder as it took a moment for him to figure out what each thing in his mouth was... bacon, eggs, hash-browns, and even English Muffin. I had only eaten about halve of what he made; making sure there was plenty for him. The first time I lifted up my mug of coffee I took a sip, then help the lip of the cup to his lips, he parted them and I halve poured the coffee into his mouth; he halve sipped the coffee from the mug. I laughed. He smiled opening his mouth for more. I knew my cub was very hungry. I kept feeding him a bite of egg here, a piece of bacon there, tumbling the hash-browns into his mouth delighted me to no end. Watching them roll on his tongue like little dice. He would curl his tongue to catch them before they could reach his throat and chewed. It amazed me that he never dropped a morsel never choked. He was such a good cub! Every once and a while I lifted his head, bent mine down and kissed him, tasting the food on his lips, and each time I did he would try to force the kiss into a deeper passionate kiss. I was having none of that – this was after all lesson, a pleasant lesson, but a lesson none the less! I continued to feed him till the plate was clean. I poured a third cup of coffee and put cream into it. My cub was whimpering. His belly filled he had only one thought in his head now. To please me. I sighed sadly. I put the command into my voice; I hated using it; but when I needed to use it I used it most effectively – why I didn't have to use it much. "NO!" I said, "This is a lesson, I am hoping to do this pleasantly, but if you don't learn it now, it will become a harsher lesson later" In a trembling voice, I hear a meek "yes Poppa" I sat there with my cub bound and his head on my chest sipping coffee and sharing it with him from time to time. I finished my coffee and put the mug back on the tray. I took the tray off my hips and onto the other side of my cub. I slipped out from under him. He whined at my sudden absence. I responded with a deep growl. He whimpered some in submission. I walked around to the other side of the bed and took the tray back into the kitchen. cub: I had no idea what Poppa was doing. All I could figure out was he was taking care of me. Poppa was taking CARE of ME!?!? My face was flushed for most of the time he fed me. I felt shamed, I felt hurt, I felt I had failed the one person I swore I would never fail! I had to make this right. I took my cues from Poppa; life was good when I did that; forget the rest of the world and just trust in Poppa. I concentrated on Poppa, my universe shrunk to just that. I had no sight, I could only feel him, I could only hear him, my nose was full of his scent and when he fed me the food, I could only taste what he put in my mouth, including the taste of his skin as he fed me. My universe was down to me and him Again, I'm not sure how much time passed but I know a good deal had gone by as he fed me. Finally, no other morsel of food entered my mouth, which was good since I was full. I lay there contentedly for a few moments. I knew he poured more coffee. At which time my head went right back to the first thought I had when I woke up! PLEASING POPPA! I whimpered my need to please him. My heart sunk into my stomach when I heard that tone and reply "NO!" He followed with "This is a lesson, I am hoping to do this pleasantly, but if you don't learn it now, it will become a harsher lesson later" I was confused!?! What was the lesson he was trying to teach me, that my world was him? I knew that one. I answered trying to keep my voice steady but unsuccessful and meekly said "Yes Poppa" I laid there in his chest not sure what to do. I was confused, I even admitted I was scared for the first time I could ever remember. What had I done wrong. He sipped his coffee, giving me a sips from time to time. But I wasn't getting this lesson yet!!! Then I felt him move the tray, and slip out from under me. My head fell to mattress. I whined at the sudden absence of Poppa. He Growled one of those growls you felt more than hear! I whimpered my submission. The he did it. HE LEFT ME HERE ALONE!!! Poppa Wolf: I waited in the kitchen for a few moments. I wanted him worried and scared... It was a hard lesson for a cub to learn – to take care of himself so he could take care of his Poppa Wolf. Hell, it was a hard lesson for me to learn – if I did not keep myself fit and alert he would suffer for my stupidity. And that went against my entire being – I may call myself Poppa Wolf; but I was a Daddy at heart! My being was all about taking care of my cub so I could be with and play with my cub! I knew what I had to do; and I hoped my cub could take what was to come. I sighed and solemnly walked back into the bed room. My cub had not moved, in fact he still had the hurt and confused look on his face that I had left with. I reached behind him, and quickly released the clips and just as quickly strapped him down spread eagle in his back. Never giving him a moment to think or move. His confusion deepened, but he was on shaky ground he bit his lip instead of saying anything. I went back into command tone, but let my mischievous mood filter in. "Don't speak, I don't want you to talk through this. I want to enjoy what I am going to do to you. But the Lesson must be learned!" I waited He nodded his head, still biting his lip not to speak. "You still don't know why I am mad at you do you?" I said. He shook his head no. I softened my voice but kept the mischievous hint in there and said, "YOU have to learn that in order to take care of me you have to take care of yourself, and for me to take care of you I have to take care of myself." I thought I saw a light bulb go off over his head. I continued "But the lesson has to be learned!" I slid between his legs and sucked up his hard cock into my mouth. He gasped and then whimpered. Then shook his head no as he realized he was in my mouth. I slipped off his cock, and said "I WANT TO ENJOY THIS! NO TALKING!" I licked the tip of cock. He was still shaking his head no. It was not like I had never sucked him off. But I knew what was going through his mind – NEVER BEFORE POPPA! I lapped at his cock with my tongue. And I saw a tear seep from the corner of his eye. I stopped. If I was going to get any enjoyment from this, I knew he had to speak his mind. But in the end. I wanted his cum as my dessert! I let him slip from my mouth and said one word "Speak" "Poppa! Never before YOU, PLEASE!" He was barely containing the sobs. I knew this would upset him, but he needed to learn this lesson! He was looking me in the eye, but he could not contain the tears. "NO, not this time. This is your punishment to cum before me. Not only that but you WILL cum on mouth!" I saw his heart skip a beat, my hand kept stroking, keeping him hard despite his emotions. "But Poppa..." he said desperately. I hated to use the command voice, but this was the point. "Am I your Poppa Wolf" He shook his head yes, he could not talk; tears flowed. "I want you to cum in my mouth now. IF you will not take care of yourself I will be forced to take care of you 24/7!" My eyes were intense, my voice commanding but full of love and desire. He shook his head yes; the tears were still flowing. I slid up his body, using my body to slide along his cock and kissed him tasting his tears on his lips. I licked his face clean of his tears. All this had its desired effect. I slid back down his body and engulfed his cock head again. I heard him sigh "Poppa" still his voice quivered, but he trusted me. And I believed he learned the lesson. cub: I was still crying as Poppa slid down my body. I tried to stop. And when he engulfed the head of my cock with his mouth I sighed "Poppa". He started with the tip of my cock, playing with my head and piss slit, he knew me well. I arched my back, and without thinking I even pumped into his mouth. To my surprise he hummed deep in his chest, Needlingly! Hungrily! I realized for me... the tears flowed some as I thought I let my Poppa down and didn't deserve his attention like this. But I also thought – if I don't cum for my Poppa I would be failing him a second time. My emotions were so torn. I think Poppa sensed my confusion, because he did something he had never done before, and actually I wasn't sure he could. I felt the tip of my cock at the back of his throat, then he pushed harder and forced my cock down his throat. My back arched, my sigh quivered out between my lips and my tears flowed... I was so confused but so in need as well. He was much better at deep throating then I thought. His head bobbed up and I could hear him breather out and in through his nose, his tongue swirled around my cock head played with the hole for a brief moment before he would slide back down. Touching the tip of his know to my hairless abdomen. Then repeated the process. He hummed like I was a delicious meal that sent shivers up my spine. He sucked and played with my cock, taking to licking me like a lollipop. Playing with the head. He was driving me crazy. But still the tears came and I just couldn't – couldn't cum before him, he is my Poppa. Like usual with him time lost meaning. I was nothing but his mouth on my cock, and the dilemma in my head. He did get me close on just a couple of occasion but each time my mind came back to "Never Before HIM" The last time he almost got me to cum, he growled in frustration... I looked down at him. He had that look of determination on him. He didn't want me to cum, he needed me to cum, I could not resolve that in my head. He kept sucking lightly giving me a touch of a breather before he made the next attempt. He felt so good, but this just didn't feel right... Poppa Wolf comes before cub – he had never said that ever, but it was how I thought things should be! He changed tactics, he worked exclusively on my sensitive head. Working it with his tongue, lips and teeth. Each nibble, each lick each sensation was in furtherance of trying to make me cum. He continued to work my head like that. For what seemed an eternity. Just when I was at a peak, and thought I would just get close again and fail he did it. Timed exactly right he forced my cock down his throat and slid two lubed fingers deep into my ass and rubbed hard against my prostrate!!!. I bucked into his throat. I screamed "POPPA!" at the top of my lung and tears flowing I came for my Poppa. The swallowing action of his throat started to milk me. He pulled back so the last of my orgasm fell on his tongue as it stroked the underside of my cock. He sucked and swallowed till I fell back on the bed exhausted, tears still flowing down my cheeks. He released me and gathered me to him. Arranging us so I was intertwined with him. My face pressed into his chest. I was snuffling and get his chest all icky, but he didn't mind, he never did. And that realization brought on more tears. I hear the concern rumble from his chest as he whispered into my ear – "GOOD CUB" The tears stopped. I sniffled some, he wiped my face clean with a shirt that he had thrown on the floor last night. Pressed it against my nose and said "BLOW!" I did. The I held him tight and he held me murmuring things to calm me down and sooth me. He rubbed my back also. Kissing the top of my head. When I finally calmed down some he tilted my head up, and kissed me deeply and passionately. "Good cub!" his voice was filled with pride and emotion; "I do believe you learned the lesson." I had, I really had! To take care of my POPPA WOLF I had to be healthy and strong – I had to take care of myself to take care of him! The last thought I had in my head as I slipped into a deep sleep was "Gawd I do LOVE Breakfast time"