The Landlord's Torment (Patreon)

If you're going to put a property for rent you gotta be cautious of who will be living in there, and what are their kinks!

Mr. Sousa received some complaints of one of his houses's neighbours about screaming, sometimes laughing and really high moaning. "It's like people in there are doing some naughty sex, like those people into painful kinks or something".

The daddy bear in his early 60s felt a tiny zap by hearing this. He had one experience with a dominatrix once that he never forgot, and sometimes even jerk thinking about it at the rare times his wife, kids and their kids' babies aren't at home. He would love to have something like that again, even if it was with another man. 

The tenant put in the place's rating contract that he works with "extreme furniture design", which Mr. Sousa only read "furniture design". He works creating various kinds of bondage devices to wealthy kinky people from everywhere in the world, from wooden stocks to all types and combinations of chains, and sometimes needs one or more subs to try his creations. His dream is to find a strong bear type sub to test his invention's resistance. There was this device he called "The Table Of Fun" where a person's feet get trapped stretched with all toes tied and forcefully spread to be tormented with bastinado and tickling or however the sadist decides. A big sub with giant wide feet would be perfect to be trapped on it.

Fortunately, Mr. Sousa surprised the designer asking to see what he's doing on his garage that is making the neighbours complain so much. The designer gasped to see him in person for the first time: a big and thick mature man wearing social shirt, tie, jeans and sockless shoes so tall his forehead was at the height of the big guy's chin. He would be a perfect guinea pig for the Table Of Fun!

The designer was more than excited to show his work, even at the risk of losing the house. He showed the kinky table, explaining that he need a big guy's bare feet to test it and if the neighbours are complaining he could gag the next sub. The problem is, he doesn't know any one with the build of Mr. Sousa.

The stocky daddy bear got nervous. His feet are extremely sensitive, every time he goes to a podologist forced by his wife is a torture. But if it's only ass and sole beating, "it's ok I guess, I could help you but be sure to... keep the noise down". 

The designer insisted on taking Mr. Sousa's shoes to feel the warm skin of Mr. Sousa's huge feet. His light-pink soles was as expected from a mature man like him: meaty, wrinkly, a little rough in the edges but soft in the middle, stubby thick toes. Mouth watering well treated paws. And sensitive to touch, as a quick finger sliding around the sole wrinkles made his toes twitch and the daddy bear giggle a little. 

"Ready for some beating on these soles and this hairy ass until they get red?" the designer said. Mr. Sousa was nervous, but eager: "Tie me and start it already!" The bear answered with his rough voice "And don't forget to gag me, I don't want trouble with Mrs. Suzy in the house at the front tomorrow!". 

Well, problem solved. The neighbours never complained about the strange noises coming to the designer's house again. They thought it was because of the constant visits of Mr. Sousa, who would spend hours of his  nights at that garage. 

Now the new mystery of that neighbourhood is what are they doing for the big bear to leave the house all sweaty, with his face red like a tomato and a big smile on his otherwise grumpy face...